#i love this series with my entire heart and soul

[zaddyazula]

yakuza turns 19 today… shout out to the goat of goats

[athousandbyeol]

thame, the person i want to get to know the most...... is you.

[jupiter-reimagined]

OOH !! teehee >:))

AWW he loves his brother <3 augh :,DD !!!

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AYO???????????????? this is like if a sentence was a jumpscare /pos sigh <3 they grow up so fast <3

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the way that mārīte just perked up at that. shes staring at mohandas with her big ole eyes and is making grabby hands

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HES JUST LIKE ME FRFR,, ((almost embarrassing how ive "trained" my family to understand the fuckass noises i make instead of words))

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god this interaction is everything to me. hes so in love, i cant,,, hes just in love !!!!!! i love a man whos in love !!!!!!!!!! aufghhthghf sobbing over this,,,

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THEYRE BROTHERS. THEYRE BROTHERS. THEYRE BROTHERS. I LOVE THEM BOTH SO MUCH THEY ARE THE ONLY THING THAT MATTER IN THE WORLD AUGHHFFDHGFDHH THEMMMMM

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.... i am proud to say diane just physically bodyslammed sammy into the fucking ground to be like "NO. take me there. take me. oh my fucking god i will love you forever if i get a Singular tshirt from there i dont even CARE what band it is". which. based reaction. i didnt know she cared for it, but its good to know that now

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typos spotted! and methinks that "him" should be "it"?

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never give up, never falter, never let him fucking know. i believe in you mohandas!!! what he doesnt know cant hurt him

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diane is once again fucking vibrating and is running in circles in excitement. she truly do be loving birds and i love that for her

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oh he's in for a fucking ride dhjkfhsfd

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augh. them <3 indeed <3 <3 <3 <3

A Step Forward

Stone and Mohandas really aren't leaving my head. Sigh.

Good news, there's no angst in this. Or at least as I'm writing this, there's no angst. This should be a nice, fluffy work with the brothers.

Yet another time skip is happening, but a minor time skip.

For context, check out this, this, and this.

Word Count: 1,494

Vikram followed Mohandas around the mall, because Mohandas was determined to buy his nieces and nephews some gifts while in New York. Vikram had tried to tell him he didn't have to, but Mohandas insisted.

"Look, it's a win-win situation," Mohandas said as they walked around. He looked in the windows of the shops around, trying to find whatever looked like something Vikram's children liked. "You get used to crowded places and I get to make my nieces and nephews smile when we go home. I want them to like me."

"So you're going to bribe my children into liking you?" Vikram asked, though he was mostly joking—or trying to joke, anyways. He gave his younger brother a small smile as he has been doing lately, hoping Mohandas would understand he was joking.

It seemed like Mohandas did know, since the younger man chuckled and playfully pushed at Vikram's chest. Vikram took a step back, simply to let his brother think he was strong enough to move him.

Ever since Vikram had visited their father's grave, he had been letting Mohandas in more and more as the days passed. It wasn't always perfect, because he was still scared of their father and he'd jump sometimes when Mohandas came up behind him a bit too suddenly. However, the amount of times he was being startled by the younger man was decreasing.

Vikram and Mohandas kept walking, looking around at shops and sometimes going inside some to look around more thoroughly. Vikram checked his watch, noting that it was the afternoon and they hadn't had lunch yet.

Vikram licked his lips, trying to stop the way his mouth was drying at the prospect about what he was about to ask. He just had to take that leap, though. He needed to start to take leaps of faith, because this wasn't just a vacation to bond with his brother.

"Hey, why don't we go eat in the food court after we're done in this shop?" Vikram was pretending to look at the clothes on the clothes rack beside him, trying to act casual like he was asking a very normal question.

And it was for everyone else, just not a normal question for him.

Mohandas turned his head from where he was staring at the bag section of the shop. "The food court?" His eyebrows furrowed in concern as he looked up at his big brother. "Are you sure you're ready for that?"

Vikram nodded, taking a deep breath. "The food you can get at the food courts don't seem to have a lot of people preparing it, not like how many people would be preparing food in a regular restaurant. So there's less people to worry about poisoning the food," he explained.

It made sense, to him. The area given to each restaurant in the food court was relatively small, so there was not much room for someone to sneak in and poison the food without anyone seeing them. He just had to find food that didn't look like it was a health hazard.

"If you're sure," Mohandas said, not bothering to give push back on the decision since Vikram was taking a leap of faith. "We can go after we're done here."

A few minutes later, Mohandas bought two purses he was hoping Mary and Laila would like and they left the shop. He said he was craving sub sandwiches and Vikram just grunted in reply when asked if that was okay.

Mohandas was quickly learning what each grunt of his brother's meant, though he laughed at the way it seemed so weird for Vikram to somehow convey words in a grunt.

They got to the food court and stood in line for the sub shop, people-watching since they didn't have anything to do while waiting. The smells of various foods hit their senses and Vikram's mouth was watering.

He hadn't had most of these foods in so long—if ever. For the first time, he was starting to wonder what all of these different foods were like.

Maybe if they were still here during dinner time, they could get something else from the restaurant.

Slowly but surely, the line was moving and they were getting closer to the front. Close enough for Mohandas to see the man running the cash register.

"Wow, that guy is hot," he said, whistling softly. He was still speaking in Hindi, so that the guy wouldn't hear him.

Vikram looked away from the ice cream shop to stare at the man at the cash register. He didn't see what Mohandas was saying about the man being attractive, but most people didn't look hot to him nowadays.

"He holds no candle to Sylvester and Fariz," Vikram replied. He sighed as he remembered his husband and his boyfriend. "Now they are hot."

Mohandas laughed, shaking his head at his brother. He had been trying to figure out if Vikram had a type of men, since Fariz and Sylvester were so different in terms of looks. But throughout this trip so far, no one was attractive to Vikram.

"I'm starting to think you're too down bad for Fariz and Sylvester to think anyone else is hot."

"You're just starting to think that now? You clearly haven't been paying attention."

They eventually made it to the front and Mohandas ordered for the both of them, because he was starting to also realize that Vikram did not like speaking English to anyone who wasn't family. When they got their sub sandwiches, they headed for a table.

Mohandas raised an eyebrow at Vikram once they sat down. "You really don't like any condiments on your sandwiches?" he asked, looking at his older brother with an incredulous look.

Vikram took a bite of his sandwich after a minute of hesitating, chewing and swallowing before nodding. "The smell of ketchup makes me gag while mayo and mustard just taste weird."

He was happy when he waited a few minutes and felt no different than he had before he started eating. The food was safe.

He took another bite before gesturing to Mohandas' sandwich. "At least I eat my food with vegetables. How are you eating a sandwich with no lettuce or tomatoes?"

"With ease. I don't like most vegetables, especially not ones used in sandwiches."

"You're weird."

"Says the man eating a sandwich with no mayo or ketchup."

Vikram playfully kicked Mohandas underneath the table, having no shame in the moment. He honestly forgot they were in public.

After lunch, Vikram took Mohandas to a technology shop to get a gift for Charles. He offered to then take Mohandas to Hot Topic for some emo stuff for Samuel, but Mohandas said he already got a gift for Sammy and it was being shipped as they spoke.'

"Why did you have to ship the gift when you could've just brought him home with you when we fly back?" Vikram asked as they walked into a bookstore to get a cookbook for Akhil. He frowned, his mind trying to come up for gifts Mohandas could've possibly gotten that required shipping. "You didn't get a weapon, right?"

Mohandas pretended not to falter in his step as he replied, "Of course not. It's just something I could only get online and it was best to just ship it home to him than to ship it here and take it home on the flight."

Vikram wondered if Mohandas was lying to him, but he had to trust that his brother wouldn't give Samuel something dangerous. It was better than him worrying about it.

"Oh, since we're here, you can get Diane a book about birds," Vikram said, remembering that tidbit. He scanned the aisles for the nonfiction section, gesturing for Mohandas to follow. "She loves birds."

Once all of the gifts were gotten for each kid, they headed out of the mall since it was so early. Vikram took in the sun beating down on him and it reminded him of Ashok, who would've loved the heat if he was here.

"For dinner we should have hot dogs," Mohandas abruptly said.

"Huh?" Vikram asked, wondering where this was coming from since there were no hot dog vendors around.

"If you're going to eat food not cooked by you, then you have to try hot dogs sold by New York vendors. They're really good," Mohandas answered. "I'm going to drag you to a hot dog stand one day soon."

They walked to the car together, Mohandas opening the trunk while Vikram put all of the gifts in the trunk. Vikram turned to Mohandas, shaking his head.

"Alright, but you better not complain when I don't get any ketchup or mustard on them," Vikram said.

Mohandas smiled at Vikram and nodded, accepting that condition. "Will you at least get some relish with the hot dog?"

"What the fuck is relish?"

"Get in the car, right now. I'm taking you to the nearest hot dog stand."

MDNI & Reblog banners made by @/cafekitsune

I don't think I've ever reminded the people that Stone hates ketchup since I put in the 10 Fun Facts about Stone. So I just thought I'd remind y'all, while also having a funny interaction with Mohandas.

Them. <3

Requests are open!

[cxtxphile]

he is my muse. my flame. my babygirl. my pookie. the object of all my affections. i love him so bad it makes me look stupid

[captainsweet]

I AM SO NORMAL I AM SO NORMAL I AM SO NORMAL I AM SO NORMAL I AM SO NORMAL I AM SO NORMAL I AM SO NORMAL I AM SO NORMAL I AM SO NORMAL I AM SO NORMAL I AM SO NORMAL I AM SO NORMAL I AM SO NORMAL I AM- ←(Person who just watched mutant mayhem)

[brittie-frog]

I'm so down bad for Maddox and Ashlyn that my three favourite scenes are:

3. The Redlyn breakup - the chillest break up, Red supporting Ashlyn going after Maddox and the most insane storyline of Red realising he's bi because he kisses Seb

2. Just the entirety of Maddox during opening night - having an existential breakdown over your love life that you break the sound controls and then just give up on your stage manager duties and disappear (probably to help quinn)

1. The confession - a scene I want on repeat: the explanations of how afraid they are of how much they like the other then the "should we just stay friends?" Before having such a love induced make out their just completely ignore Carlos being there. (Also Maddison giving up and telling Maddox to stop coming back to her when she clearly likes Ashlyn... my baby just needed that push)

I love all my queer children but these two are the wlw so I love them just slightly more.

[courtesanofdeath]

Top 10 Favorite Gintama Characters: #1

✦ Sakata Gintoki ✦

[kinglyyato]

This chapter was super weird but yet still made me cry because it’s Noragami so of course it’s gonna make me fuckin cry

I love this so much though... little Yato reaching out for Wolfkine (yes im gonna call him that) AND HIM PROTECTIVELY CURLING AROUND YATO AGHHHH 😭

[morningstargirl666]

Favorite Line Tag Game

Rules: Share a favorite line that you've read or written that impacted you!

tagged by @that-sarcastic-optimist

I won't be in the history books; that's for you. But I loved you first. As long as they get that right, I don't care what they say.

~Not Easily Conquered

Tagging @stars-and-darkness

[tainebot01]

Whenever I see people comparing Hugh O'Connor and Sorin Sprocket it's almost always in terms of appearance because they're both blue bookguys with glasses and resting >:| faces, and it's really funny to me because little do you realise these nerds are two distinctly different flavours of the very same genre of madlad.

(Spoilers incoming...)

Hugh O'Connor spends half his time on screen desperately trying to hide the fact that he's a part time crane operator in his 20s and fails thanks to the aforementioned part time crane certification, lies through his teeth about his height, build, intellect and god knows what else, had this all revealed in a court of law by your best friend’s defense attorney after their other mutual bestie had been outed as a girl, decided the best strategy to get said defendant declared innocent is to commit such blatant perjury absolutely nobody buys it, and gave such a mess of a testimony that the prosecuting attorney straight up left the room to preserve any remaining braincells. Before he ultimately breaks down in messy tears from how much he loves his best friends. He also got indirectly stabbed in the hand by a spring loaded box cutter courtesy of Myriam.

And then you have Sorin Sprocket who communicates mainly through paper airplanes, has been walking around with an untreated stomach wound that only takes effect once you actually point it out to him after which he immediately collapses in a pool of his own blood, literally cannot remember anything past The Worst Day Of His Life and has been relying on his own handwritten account for months, despite all this he still has no goddamn clue what's going on the entire trial because his memory keeps getting screwed with due to other's clumsiness or gaslighting, and somehow manages to shimmy along the side of a blimp of his own design while bleeding out from the aforementioned stomach wound. In the middle of a storm. All out of nothing but love for his wife. He also got stabbed on two separate occasions, once with a candelabra and once with his own stim toy.

I don't know where I was going with this but the point I'm trying to make here is that I think someone on the writing team just really likes to stab nerds.

[heretherebedork]

The one time I like the main couple most people are focused on the side couple and every time a side couple captures me people are all about the main couple.

This brought to you by PunnAshi, Asuka x Shun and TheeTanthai. And my constant fantasizing about MaxPiseang.

[stormyoceans]

Ngl i like new pictures of jealous Mork and Day smiling and being happy because he's on the court with his friend (ohm's chara) and Hia'Mork. How do you think Mork and Day are already dating on these pictures?👀 For me it seems like Mork will realise his feelings first and won't say a word because who is he and who is Day so he'll just pine while Day just trying to live his best life from day to day.

IM STARTING TO THINK THEY'RE NOT KIDDING WHEN THEY SAY LAST TWILIGHT IS ACTUALLY A ROMANTIC COMEDY BECAUSE THESE ARE THE FUNNIEST PICTURES I'VE EVER SEEN LIKE

MORK DOESN'T GET DAY'S UNDIVIDED ATTENTION FOR LITERALLY ONE (1) SECOND AND HE'S LIKE THERE'S NO LIVE LAUGH LOVE FOR ME ONLY DEPRESSION DESPONDENCY DESPAIR

i have to admit im usually not the biggest fan of jealousy in BLs because it often results in controlling possessiveness and unfounded mistrust, but when i tell you IM SEATED FOR MORK BEING JEALOUS OF AUGUST BECAUSE (all jokes aside) I KNOW IT'S NOT GONNA BE ANY OF THAT. i also admit i didn't feel like this the first time i saw the mock trailer, which already had an hint of jealous mork, however the more i think about it the more it makes sense to me

i definitely agree with you that mork is gonna fell first and is gonna fell HARD, but he's never gonna make a real move on day because of his own perceived unworthiness, which is also where his jealousy stems from. mork looks at august and sees everything he wishes he could be for day: august (probably) is the same age as day, he is of a similar background and social class, he has known day for a long time and shares his same dream, he is day's friend first and foremost which means that day feels happy and comfortable with him. in mork's eyes, mork himself has nothing to offer day, while august can give day the future he's always wanted, so of course mork is gonna step aside and let day go, but it's still gonna hurt like hell, he's still gonna feel jealous, even if he knows full well that he has no right to be

this is also why i don't think mork and day are already together in these pictures yet. day is going through a lot, and like you said at first he's just gonna be focusing on figure out how to live again, but when he finally realizes that he has feelings for mork? OH MORK BETTER BE READY. idk why, but i feel like at his best day is very confident and straightforward, so he's definitely gonna be the one to make the first move on mork and slowly but surely tear down every single doubt mork has about them

[ramshacklerumble]

THE CROWD IS CHEERING!!!! LOOK AT ALL THESE DELIGHTFUL BABES THAT I LOVE SO DEARLY!!!!!! I’M INCREDIBLY HAPPY TO BE ONE OF THE HUNDRED!!!!

I'm usually never one to care about follower counts, but there is something about the fact that 100 individual people looked at my artwork and my writing and went "hey, that's neat!!" And honestly? I feel like I should express my genuine and honest gratitude.

So many of you, whether through Dungeons and Dragons or through Twisted Wonderland, have made this site and these communities a delightful place to be. While I won't get into it, you all have helped keep me afloat, and make me feel like I belong somewhere.

From the bottom of my heart: Thank you for being here.

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[harunovella]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ love language; s.g.

synopsis: when gojo satoru first fell in love with you content: teen gojo era, fem!reader, gojo is head over heels (love at first sight), hopeless!romantic gojo, 1k+ words of gojo just being an absolute fool in love, not beta read (sorry for any errors!) note: I've been wanting to create a sort of anthology series for some of my favs so here's a test run! I rlly wanna do lil drabbles/oneshots that can both be standalone but also can be read as something continuous revolving around Gojo's story with his soulmate... pls lmk if you'd like to see more of gojo and his mochi (aka you!)

Gojo Satoru didn't entirely know what love was; what with being raised by other people who weren't his actual mother and father, how could he? All he ever knew was a life of being the Honored One, since the day he was born. Nothing but a weapon. Living as the strongest and treated like a god... he never knew what real love felt like. He never knew what it was like to give or receive it. At least, not this way.

Geto Suguru and Ieiri Shoko were his best friends, the closest thing to real family. It wasn't like he didn't have any, at least not while growing up, but were they really family when all they ever did was train him and treat him like the eighth wonder of the world? Unlike everyone else, at least Suguru and Shoko treated him like a human. They loved him for who he was, but didn't hesitate to snap him into place when his ego was too inflated. They were there for him, even when expressing whatever demons that he held within him was hard to manage. If it wasn't for them, he wasn't sure exactly how he'd go about his life. Sure, he'd act like everything was fine and dandy, money could buy him happiness as he had plenty of it... and he was pretty much unstoppable, but the idea of living a life without either of them didn't sit well in his stomach.

So, sure, Satoru did now a bit about love, at least the love he felt for his best friends, but nothing like what he felt in this moment. The moment his eyes first fell on you.

He hadn't a clue as to who you were, only seeing you stroll along the grounds of Jujutsu High with your little uniform. The typical jacket, a skirt beneath, knee high socks, loafers... and your hair in a low ponytail that was held together by an overly large ribbon. Cute was the first thing that came to mind, along with the terrifying sound of his racing heart. Who were you? How come he had never seen you before? Maybe it was because he didn't pay attention to any one else besides a handful of people. He'd be lying if he said he was sure the technical college held more than five students. 

In the midst of sipping away at his little box of strawberry milk, walking alongside Suguru and Shoko, Satoru's eyes had aimlessly wandered along his environment as his two best friends had been discussing evening plans. It wasn't like him to care about what was going on around him, so it was quite the miracle that his eyes were looking anywhere but ahead of him... but, maybe this was destiny.

It felt like the world was suddenly moving slowly around him, rather dramatically like a movie. His lips parted as the tiny straw fell out of it, hidden gaze behind his circular frames becoming exposed as the glasses slid down the bridge of his nose. You looked so graceful, the afternoon sun beaming down on you, your smile as bright as his eyes... he had to have been in love. This had to have been love. What else could it have been? Why else was his heart fluttering so quickly? Why else was he caught in a daze by your beauty? No one else, not a single soul, ever caught his attention this way so you must've been his soulmate.

There was something about you, from your gorgeous hair, to the cute bow, down to the uniform and the way it suited your form to the way you... wait, were you laughing with... Nanami Kento? Gojo's heart stopped as his grip on the milk grew tight, causing the contents to squeeze right out and squirt all over his face.

The sound of laughter caught his attention as he quickly looked at his two best friends, embarrassment filling his face as he looked back at you to see you now looking in his direction. Quickly wiping his face and turning away to scold his best friends, Gojo tossed the now empty carton at Geto. "Shut up!"

"What the hell did you do?" Suguru shook his head, wiping his tears as his shoulders shook with every laugh that rumbled throughout his torso. "Losing your cool over a girl, huh?"

"I said shut up!" Satoru snapped, cheeks burning with heat, embarrassed that he was that obvious.

"Must've struck something in him for him to spill milk all over his face like the doofus he is," Shoko snickered as Suguru went for a high five.

Swatting their hands and glaring at the two, Gojo hissed, "nothing happened, I squeezed too hard."

"Right," the two said in sync before eyeing one another, smirking and stifling a laugh.

Shoving past them as he kept walking ahead, grumbling to himself, Gojo couldn't help but peak over in your direction. You had already turned your attention back to the two on either side of you—Nanami along with Yu Haibara. Since when did they have a friend that was a girl? And when did you appear? He should've known seeing as both were his junior and both trained quite close to Suguru and himself. So you must've been new... He supposed he'd find more out about you, knowing he'd find a way to get under Nanami's skin and get anything out of him. He must've known a lot about you...

Gojo smirked to himself. He'd get his way.

"No," Nanami spoke as he crossed his arms. The confidence in Gojo's face instantly fading away. He didn't even hesitate, cancelling his plans with his best friends to bribe Kento into giving him some information. He swore taking his junior to his favorite bakery would help him out, but, no! Kento, being the wise boy he was, took advantage of Satoru paying for food in a false exchange for information. "I'm not going to be your middle man."

"Why not?!" Gojo whined, throwing himself back in his seat dramatically. "Just one thing! Something! Anything! She's the love of my life!"

Narrowing his eyes as he sipped away at his water, Nanami settled the glass down before crossing his arms once again. "Love of your life? You don't even know her name—"

"Because you won't tell me!" Gojo cried, throwing his head back and stomping his foot as if he was about to throw a tantrum. "Please, please! I beg of you, tell me something about her! Besides her name, what's her favorite color? Maybe her favorite food? Or... or what's her favorite date spot!"

"Satoru, I am not about to ask her what her favorite date spot is," Nanami deadpanned. "I'll give you her name and that's all. Everything else is on you. I'm not going to play matchmaker, let alone, set you up with someone so far out of your league."

Gasping in offense, Gojo clutched his chest. "Out of my league? Sure, she's a pure angel, a real heavenly being, but I like to think I am, too!"

"Egotistical..." Kento mumbled as Gojo frowned. "I'm only telling you one thing to get you off my back. You can't ask me anything ever again in order to get close to her. That's on you."

Pressing his hands together and interlocking his fingers, Gojo gave his best puppy eyes as he jutted out his bottom lip. "Please, I promise to leave you be after!"

"You better," the blond man grumbled before giving his senior your name. "She likes to sit under the cherry blossoms on the eastern side of the campus. If you want to find her and talk to her, she's usually there on her down time." At that, Nanami stood up and tucked his seat back into the table. Just as he was about to leave, he stopped in his tracks, turning to face the white haired young man. "All I ask of you is to be... gentle. She's a nice girl. I don't need you breaking her heart."

Sitting up with confidence as a wide grin took over his face, Satoru nodded with his thumbs up. "Believe me, I wont! I know this is love!" Seeing Nanami roll his eyes before leaving, Gojo happily sighed before looking out the window. Leaning his chin in the palm of his hand, he eyed the cherry blossom that had petals delicately swaying in the wind. "She's my soulmate, I know we are destined to be."

[thewitchandtheassassin]

Life, Death, and the Space in Between Part One (Agatha Harkness x Reader x Rio Vidal)

Summary: Bound together by power and fate, you and Rio are undeniably tied, but Agatha Harkness was something unexpected - yet in the end...

Words: 1664

Warnings: Canon deaths, AAA, uh... language, child birth kinda? Angsty? I dunno, there's things.

A/N: A retake and partial redo of AAA (in the sense of "what if"). This is gonna be a... four part series? I think?

-X-

Cries of pain echoed throughout the trees as Agatha stumbled towards the water, body finding purchase against the trunk of a tree as another contraction washed over her. Everything ached, but she didn’t care. All she had worked for was so close. She just needed a little more strength and her child would be tucked into her arms, a beacon of her love.

She hardly noticed the unnatural silence that befell the forest, the wind dying into nothing more than an occasional puff of air. All she could see was- feel, hear - was the sound of her own heartbeat.

Glancing up as another cramp hit, she caught sight of two familiar figures lingering near. The beating of her heart quickened, so overwhelmed at the prospect of you both being there to meet your son, but the identical expressions you wore sent her heart plummeting.

He is not mine, you conveyed to Rio regretfully, tears prickling the corner of your eyes.

Life and Death stood, watching critically over the mortal who’d stolen their hearts. While bound together forever in a way no one would ever understand or be capable of recreating, you had both found the tiny piece you were missing within Agatha. You’d found a middle ground.

Death took a step forward.

Life took two steps back.

“It cannot be,” Agatha breathed, inching away from the green witch as she neared.

You could feel Rio’s heart cracking, felt the anguish and guilt rushing over her.

“It must be,” she replied gently.

“You do this and I will hate you forever,” Agatha spat fearfully, glancing between you. “Both of you.”

A sob clawed its way up your throat, suffocating and vile. This was the hardest moment you’d ever been summoned to.

“Please let him live!” Agatha cried. “Please, my loves. Don’t take him from me.”

Pleas began falling like tears, and your entire being called out to you. Begged you to rush to her side. To heal your son.

Rio’s eyes drifted closed for a moment before a dark stare met Agatha. You could see the parts of Rio warring. Her nature and her love clashing together in a battle, both reaching out to Agatha before being yanked back.

“I can offer only time.”

She peered at you. Save him.

Your feet moved before you could fully comprehend what was happening. Your knees hit the dirt in front of Agatha, warm light shining from your hands as they touched her swollen belly.

Looking over your shoulder at Rio, you watched the veil that separated you from mortals swirl around her.

Tell him of me, she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks in rivets.

All the time, my love, you vowed.

Attention returning to Agatha, you smiled up at her faintly. “Let’s bring our boy into the world, shall we?”

-X-

Years passed. Years of joining your love to decide the fate of a life. Years of watching your little boy grow, watching him become sick, watching him grow frail and tired…

Watching your lover kill in hopes of distracting your other lover. Watching her use your son to do it but never allowing Rio too close. Watching Agatha grow colder. Meaner. Deadlier.

As life comes and goes, you were often pulled away from Nicholas, helping the other piece of your soul collect and distribute life and death as needed. But for the times you were with him, watching him blossom and shrink, you never let him forget about the woman who offered him time.

As you stepped through the trees, veil falling away into your human form, you watched the beautiful smile break across Nicky’s face before he was bounding into your arms, clinging to you like a lifeline.

“Mother! You are back!” he beamed up at you, his thin arms gripping you as tight as he could. It was devastating to see the sickness ravaging him, knowing you could do nothing to change it.

“Hello, my littlest love,” you cooed, carding your fingers through his long hair before peering over his head at Agatha. “And my tall love.”

“If you are here, will I see Mami tonight in my dreams?” Nicky whispered into your ear, shrieking happily as you lifted him, tossing him over your shoulder and holding him tightly as his little feet kicked.

“Maybe.”

Agatha rolled her eyes affectionately as you pressed a kiss to her cheek, Nicky thrown playfully over your shoulder and squealing as you swung him about. She was surprised to see you return so soon, and her heart thumped painfully as she thought to Rio.

As the afternoon progressed into night, Nicky regaled you with tales of their exploits. Your heart ached, knowing the reasons behind Agatha’s choices but refusing to discourage your son from telling his vivid stories. You were so… angry with Agatha, for doing this to him, but in another life, maybe you would’ve done the same.

After he was tucked onto a small pallet, blanket right around his frail form, you joined Agatha at the edge of the water. Staring out into the darkness, you spoke softly, “This has bid you some time but you know this cannot stop the inevitable, my love.”

Bristling, Agatha turned to walk away, unwilling to hear your truths, but a steady hand caught her.

“You need to hear me, Agatha. She has given all she can. She has fought the universe to keep him here; avoided her own son so that Death would not call him home yet. But we cannot keep him here. He is not meant to be here, yet we let him walk and talk and be here with you. And you still hate her for the time she has allowed me to give him. Without her, he never would have taken his first breath. You need to unbury your head from the sands and accept we cannot change fate anymore than we have.”

Eyes flaring purple with fury, Agatha shoved you but you did not waver. “You are essentially gods! Yet one child unravels the cosmos? Fate? He is my son and you want to let her take him from me!”

“He is our son,” you corrected sharply. “He is her son. As much as he is mine or yours. She made him as we did. She does not get to watch him grow as we did. Hold him. Love him. Because she wanted to grant you time with him and yet you spit in her face!”

Staring into the reddened face of your lover, you softened slightly. “She loves Nicholas. I love Nicholas. And we love you. Gods know we do not wish to hurt you. But he is sick. His body is tired. You know there is only one way.”

“If you cannot understand why I do what I must to keep him here, maybe you should leave,” Agatha whispered, eyes filling with anger and tears. “I will do whatever I can to save him.”

Bowing your head, you tugged her into a tight embrace, pressing your lips to the crown of her head as she cried silently against your chest. It was raw and painful and you knew this was the last time you would see her for a very long time.

By the time she wandered back to camp, you were gone.

-X-

The shadows of night surrounded you as you and Rio approached the campsite one night, hand in hand. Her eerie green torch illuminated the path, her true form hidden beneath a familiar guise.

“I don’t want to scare him,” she had mumbled, cheek resting against your shoulder as time ticked down.

The heavy fall winds dragged Nicholas from his slumber and he slowly sat upright, eyes landing upon the eerie light. His eyes brightened before dimming, realization crashing into his chest. He peered down, watching his body remain as he stood.

Rio gestured for him to kiss his mother and he obeyed, whispering, “I love you,” before meeting you and Rio at the forest edge.

She cupped his cheek sweetly, thumb soothing on his paling flesh. “It’s time, love.”

“I am afraid,” he admitted shyly, wide eyes flickering between you as if ashamed of the admittance.

Crouching down, both of your hands found his lithe shoulders and squeezed reassuringly, letting light and warmth pour from you. “We will be with you every step, darling. I swear it.”

He peered over at Agatha, eyes shimmering in the green light. “I do not fear dying, but I do not want Mama to be alone. She is going to be so lonely.”

Your chest seized painfully.

“Our sweet, wonderful boy,” you breathed, peeking up at your partner, who stared at Nicky adoringly. “I promise, we will not be far from her, even if she cannot see us. Even if she is angry. She is etched into our bones and we will not stray far.”

“I will miss her,” he murmured, “But I will see her again one day?”

“Yes, sweetheart, and someday, we shall be a family again. A complete family.” Looking at Rio, you smiled sadly and cupped her face with your free hand. “One day, we shall never be apart again.”

“A complete family,” Nicholas repeated with a smile, peering up at Rio. “With Mami this time.”

Carefully making your way to the bridge, shadows and light swirled around as you passed through the veil and Nicholas was brought into the embrace of his mother’s domain. You were not ignorant to the pain that would overtake Agatha when the sun rose above the horizon, so once Nicholas found the space crafted especially for him, you returned to the mortal plane and stood above the resting witch.

Stooping down, you patiently maneuvered Nicholas’ mortal body in Agatha’s arms, tucking his blanket tight around him before pressing a butterfly soft kiss to Agatha’s temple.

“I am sorry, my love,” you muttered, pecking her temple again before disappearing with the morning light, soul aching as her wails crested the treetops.

[naammiii]

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