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Something Old, Something New

(Chapter One)

➬ Ken Sato x Fem reader

Summary : At first glance, Ken Sato seemed to have it all. With money, fame, and success surrounding his name, there was nothing he couldn’t get his hands on. They say money can buy happiness. That may be true to an extent, however, can money buy forgiveness? Unfortunately for Ken, no amount of money and influence can turn back time and change the past. No amount of bribery can erase the fact that he had chosen to abandon his wife in favor of pursuing his baseball career. That awful decision he made took place five years ago, when he was just starting out as a professional athlete. But now that he’s matured and had time to reflect on his actions, can he hope for a chance to rekindle his marriage? Or should he accept defeat and live with the consequences of letting the only woman he’s ever truly loved slip away from him?

Word count : around 2,500 words

Warnings : mentions of abandonment and neglect, arrogant Sato, sad reader, mentions of regret, angst

Author’s notes : comments and reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on

Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.

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Ken Sato. Looks, wealth, talent, charisma, and confidence rolled into one good looking package.

The mere mention of his name was enough to cause an uproar of fanatics screaming and shouting in excitement, as if they were a pack of wolves howling at the moon.

Though he was mostly known for his impressive baseball career, being named one of the most eligible bachelors in sports didn’t hurt his credibility either. If anything, playing the part of the charming ladies’ man only increased his popularity, especially to any of his adoring fans that were women, which most of them were.

After becoming one the biggest celebrities in both Japan and American sports, there weren’t many people who were ignorant of a household name such as his. Every man wanted to be him, and every woman wanted to be with him.

To the public eye, Ken Sato seemed to have it all. But looks can be deceiving, can’t they? Especially when it comes to a man who’s spent years hiding his true feelings behind a veil of humor and charisma.

No one could know how much he was struggling to keep it all together, or the depths of the affliction eating away at his heart. He was Ken Sato after all, and Ken Sato wasn’t weak, he was a legend, and legends never died, they prevailed. So, he must too.

No matter how much the reporters hounded him, using every possible tactic they could think of to pry into his personal life, Kenji never gave them more than a shred of minuscule details. Feeding them like rats, giving them only the bare necessities to satisfy their hunger for a short while before they came crawling back, demanding more.

He never let them know more than he wanted, more than he felt like sharing, and frankly, there was a plethora of details he didn’t feel like sharing.

His reputation of perfection probably wouldn’t uphold itself that well if the media knew about all the things he was wrestling with. Between being a newfound parent to a kaiju infant by day and a masked vigilante known as Ultraman by night, Ken didn’t exactly fit the cookie cutter version of “having it all together.”

And if that wasn’t enough, then the shame he harbored towards a decision he made almost five years ago would definitely topple the pedestal he comfortably built his identity on.

The press loved gossip, and they’d fight tooth and nail for even the smallest scintilla of drama. Twisting innocent words and blowing frivolous details out of proportions was the job of reporters. So, imagine the headlines they’d make if those reporters found out any real insiders on the life of the world-famous baseball player.

Imagine the sales they’d make if a journalist ever got ahold of the information about his past, the same past he’s been hiding away from during his time back in Japan.

He’s thought about calling, maybe writing a letter to express some form of condolences, but what if word got out? What if the press found out about the woman he used to be married to, the same one he abandoned five years ago in order to pursue his baseball career.

Forget his most recent batting record, a scandalous story such as that would make headlines from both sides of the Pacific Ocean, and then there really would be nowhere else for him to hide from his past, lest he fancied moving somewhere more remote and secluded.

If that day came, if Ken Sato was exposed for the decisions he made before becoming famous, then his reputation might take some irreparable damage.

That’s why he was so closed off towards reporters, towards his teammates, towards everyone.

Never let anyone close to you and they can never betray you. That’s how Ken Sato lives.

At least, how he did live, before a little reptilian creature crawled into his life, forcing him to realize there were things that mattered more than wealth and fame.

Before taking care of a kaiju infant became the priority in his life, Ken Sato had rooted his worth in the success of his career. So once that career took off, offering him all the success and affluence he could ever want, he began to realize just how little he really had.

Despite the riches, the popularity, all of it felt meaningless with no one to share it with. He could’ve held a party with hundreds of guests, surrounding himself with countless people all desperate to please him. Nevertheless, none of it would fill the emptiness engulfing his heart; knowing that no one he interacted with would ever see him as more than a means to financial gain and an increase in social status.

He had a world full of convenience and opportunities at his fingertips, and yet, he never felt more detached from reality.

His family was complicated, his friends were more like business partners who benefitted from their relations to him, and the one person he had ever felt truly comfortable around probably hated him now, after being dismissed in favor of baseball.

In the end, even in a room full of dedicated fans, Ken Sato felt alone.

However, then that little kaiju infant came along, and everything started to get better. Caring for a child, though tiring at first, gave Kenji something to work towards; a purpose that mattered more than advertising for energy drinks or scoring another record breaking hit at home plate.

Emi finally gave him the one thing he always wanted, the same thing he always pretended not to need: family.

After that, baseball didn’t seem to matter as much as it used to, unless he was teaching it to Emi. And all the wealth he had acquired over the years didn’t hold the same value as before, unless he was spending it on his adopted daughter. His lifestyle remained the same, but his heart was in a different place, a more peaceful one.

Winning championships were more rewarding when he had someone to win for, someone to celebrate with afterwards. And now that he’d repaired the relationship between him and his father, things were looking promising for his future.

But there was still one more roadblock, one last regret preventing him from moving forward completely.

You. The woman he’d been married to for a whole year, and, regretfully, the same woman who asked for a divorce due to his neglectful and inconsiderate disregard for her.

He was young and immature back then, foolishly believing the pursuit of his baseball career was more important than maintaining a healthy marriage. He was arrogant, thinking that extravagant gifts and vacations would keep you happy and secure his role as a provider.

But he was ignorant to think that being married to you meant he no longer had to earn your affection. All the money and gifts in the world couldn’t make up for the fact that he was never home, and that you were never his priority back then.

Every morning he’d wake up early, well before you, just to attend practice. And every night he’d come home late, just after dinner, claiming he had needed to stay longer than normal to practice more.

You’d set out a plate for him, but after his baseball career started taking off, he didn’t really have the time for things such as family dinners or game nights; or so he said.

He’d usually come home and skip dinner, taking a shower or going to sleep instead. You didn’t necessarily blame him for that, it was only natural for him to be tired from practice. But as the days of barely seeing him turned into months, and he started traveling consistently for his games, you started to feel more like a stranger to him than his wife. He was your husband on paper, but, in the confines of your home, you barely knew how to keep a conversation with him anymore. If you were being honest, you didn’t even really know him that well anymore.

At least, not as much as you used to. Things were different when you first got married, he wasn’t always so arrogant and inconsiderate. Instead, he was passionate and playful, always knowing how to make you laugh after crying. Even on your first date, he was romantic and charming, making you blush to yourself every time a compliment slipped past his lips.

But I guess the honeymoon phase people always warn you about before marriage was real; at least, it was for you and Kenji.

Once his baseball career started taking off, the fame must’ve gotten to his head, and he forgot about the one woman who had been supporting him from the sidelines all along. You had gone to every game, recorded all his winning homeruns, supported his career even though it meant holding off on pursuing yours. And yet, he repaid you with neglect, with a one-sided marriage.

You held on for a while, convinced that he would come around, that his behavior would change and he would reflect on his actions. But after the one-year anniversary of your marriage arrived and he wasn’t even in town to celebrate with you, that’s when you made your decision. You were done being a second choice.

You got in contact with a lawyer, gathered divorce papers and waited with bated breath till he got home from his trip. And the moment he walked in the door, you practically shoved the papers in his face, all the emotions you’d kept bottled up for so long suddenly coming out in a volcanic eruption of shouting and sobbing.

And surprisingly enough, he stayed quiet through the majority of it, just watching with a hollow stare as you unleashed all the frustration you’d been harboring towards him. And without a word, he took the papers from you and fished out a pen from his desk drawer, signing them in silence.

Maybe he had realized from your onslaught of emotions that you were better off without him, that he was clearly causing you pain, and you’d be happier once he set you free of him. Or maybe he really was just that heartless and figured now was the perfect opportunity to get rid of you. Either way, your stomach seemed to twist into a knot at the way he so casually signed those divorce papers and handed them back to you.

This was what you had wanted, wasn’t it? You’re the one who had gathered the papers in the first place, you should’ve been happy that he was finally ending it, finally setting you free. And yet, you felt yourself holding back tears at his lack of emotion. He didn’t try to argue, he didn’t plead with you to give him another chance like you had expected him too. He just admitted defeat, giving up on trying to fix your marriage and taking off for Japan two days later.

He left, leaving you back in America while he returned to his home country to continue baseball there; abandoning his American team in the middle of their journey to the championships.

He had given you an opportunity to move on, to become the person he always prevented you from being, and so you took it.

You cut all forms of communication, threw out everything of his that he didn’t take when he left, and moved into your own apartment. It was a fresh start, a clean slate, and you finally had the chance to chase after your dream career, just like he had been doing.

So, you did, and you didn’t give up. You refused to, you owed this to yourself, and you weren’t going to waste any more time pouring effort into someone who didn’t appreciate it.

So, you worked, tirelessly, anxiously, until the day came when your newest novel finally become a bestseller all around the nation, and you were officially titled a successful author.

Now it was your turn, to stand in front of a crowd of adoring fans, to sign autographs and attend fan events. It almost reminded you of your ex-husband, how people used to scream his name and cheer for his success. But now they were cheering for you, supporting you like he hadn’t. You almost laughed at the irony of it all. Five years ago, you would’ve never imagined the life you’d made for yourself now, celebrating your fourth bestselling novel in a row and becoming a well-known author like you always dreamed of.

And yet, looking back, none of this would’ve been possible had you not been set free from the restraints your marriage to Ken Sato had bound you to. Without him and the neglect he subjected you to, you wouldn’t have worked as hard as you did. So really, in a way, you had him to thank for how far you’ve come and all the success you’ve accomplished. Because if he never signed those papers five years ago, you would still be tied down to a one-sided marriage.

But you weren’t, and thank God for that.

Now you had moved on, and so had he.

Or so you thought.

Little did you know, Ken Sato was on a mission, and not as Ultraman this time. After undergoing the change and maturity necessary to become a parent to a kaiju infant, Kenji realized he needed to make things right between the two of you. Even if it had been five years since he last saw you.

He wasn’t looking to ask you to take him back and rekindle your marriage, though he wouldn’t have minded if that ended up happening. Instead, he simply wanted to apologize for his actions, for being such a crappy husband back then. He had reflected a lot on the subject of your marriage over the past couple years, but, he never reached out in fear of your reaction to seeing him again.

Although, after avoiding it for long enough, and getting a lecture about taking responsibility from his dad, he finally decided to go through with it and booked a flight back to America.

He was nervous to say the least, but he knew he couldn’t back out. Even if you screamed and yelled at him, he had to take accountability for his past actions and apologize for the pain he’d caused you, for pushing you to the back burner while he allowed baseball to take priority in his life.

He’d made peace with himself and his father already, thanks to the help of his adoptive daughter. So now it was time to make peace with you. And as he watched the plane lift off the ground from his window seat, he held his breath, wondering how you would react to seeing him again after so many years.

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Dating Miguel O'Hara NSFW

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader

Summary: Same thing as my other 'Dating Miguel O'Hara', this time for the grown ups

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI! Sex, rough sex, oral sex, praising/degradation, breeding kink, consensual somnophilia, maybe angst if you squint, not fluent in spanish so correct me if I'm wrong on grammar/translations

A/N: I didn't use the same taglist as my past fics cuz idk how many of you are comfortable with this kinda stuff so please fill out my new TAGLIST if mature content is your thang 💅

First Time

Miguel would hold off until you're ready, honestly he's so busy he forgets how high his sex drive is and can get easily distracted. It's a week or so after you two became official and he can pick up on the signs. You're wearing something a little more revealing for date night, something to show off his favorite parts of you. Specifically your ass and thighs. Being a bit more touchy with a hand on his arm or leaning in close when he's talking.

He can even smell it on you, the faint scent of your pheromones making his head fuzzy. Hear how your heart beats a little faster when you invite him up to your place. The man has heightened senses, making him more perceptible to how your body reacts to him.

The first time he restrains himself a lot. Miguel is very much aware of what he's capable of, the last thing he wants to do is hurt you. On top of that, he's a big guy. A big guy who's...proportional. In every aspect. It's a canon event. He's a lot to accommodate and he knows it, so he takes his time.

Preps you well for him. Fingers pressing past your lips, letting you suckle the digits until they're slick with saliva, only to then spread you open with two fingers. Three when he realizes you're tighter than he had expected. It gives him the chance to figure out what makes you tick. What places his fingers have to graze that make your hips buck against his palm. Where to curl them to make you moan louder and arch your back so your chest is flush with his. How fast he has to move them to drive you over the edge.

However, no amount of fingering can prepare you for what's to come. It's a stretch regardless, a dull burn as he bottoms out. The first time hurts, but at the same time you feel so full. It's a deliciously addictive sensation, the pain and pleasure mixing together. Miguel trails kisses along your neck and shoulder, praising you as you adjust.

"Mierda, you're so tight for me."

"Take me so well, cariño"

You learn very quickly how vocal this man is, a stark contrast to his usual quiet and brooding attitude. Moaning and grunting shamelessly when he begins to move. He reminds himself to hold back, but that doesn't stop him from thrusting deeply into you. Falling into a steady rhythm as he ruts his hips against yours. You're trapped under him, his forearms and sheer mass caging you in. Miguel can feel his control slipping and he fights it every step of the way.

The teeth nipping and marking your neck and shoulders moving to bite into the flesh of his wrists when his fangs come out. Gripping your sheets and pillows so he doesn't accidentally cut the skin of your hips with his claws. He wants to though. He so desperately wants to grab you so he can fuck you even harder, move you to his liking. Miguel notes that he'll have to get you new bedding, like the kind at his place, after ripping up your pillows and sheets.

He makes sure to treat you well so you come back for more, picking up on every request and plea until you reach your climax. As you flutter around his cock, you get a taste of just how rough he can be. Miguel adjusts his thighs to be under yours, lifting and angling your hips so he can reach deeper, if that's possible. The last few thrusts fast and creating the most obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin.

When he's spent, he moans right in your fucking ear to let you know. His head moves to rest on your chest as you both catch your breath, you combing your fingers through his hair and placing rewarding kisses on the dark curls. Your breath catches in your throat when he lifts his eyes to you, the red of them glowing in the low light.

"No crees que hemos terminado, ¿verdad?" You don't think we're done, do you?

Early On

It takes some time to convince him that he's not going to kill you while you two are having sex. While he thinks he'll cause irreparable damage, both mentally and physically, if he loses control, you on the other hand trust him unconditionally. He's a good guy, a superhero for crying out loud, you don't see any reason to doubt him until he gives you a reason to.

It starts with little things to boost his confidence. Hands on your hips when you ride him, letting him pull you down on his cock when you move at a teasingly slow pace. A hand tangled in your hair while he fucks your throat, encouraging you to take him deeper with every thrust harder than the last.

It all pays off one night after the two of you get into a fight. In hindsight, it was over something stupid. Some asshole had made some inappropriate comments about you and that riled him up. You, on the other hand, could care less. He was just some dumbass who was mad you turned him down. Who then became even more bitter when Miguel showed up and he saw who he was 'competing' with.

Maybe it was because you didn't care, or because Miguel was still riled up from the interaction, either way he had to take out his frustration somehow. You don't know how you ended up bent over the back of the couch, Miguel plowing into you with no remorse, but you loved it. Rough sex was never something you thought you'd be interested in, but having his claws tear your clothes from your body and his sharp fangs graze suggestively along your jugular makes you excited. Makes you want more.

"You're such a fucking brat, mi amor"

"Remember who makes you feel this good next time some cabrón decides to eye fuck you."

Once he's finished 'teaching you a lesson', his words not yours, he treats you the usual aftercare. Cleaning you with a warm washcloth, preparing a bath if you ask him to, combing his fingers through your hair and praising you for being so good. It's when you're going to bed you realize that he finally let loose. And like you said, he didn't kill you. Just left you with some bruising and maybe a few nicks from when he tore your clothes off.

You make a mental note to reward him with breakfast and some morning head tomorrow.

Favorite Things

In terms of what Miguel enjoys doing with you during your-ahem- alone time, where to even begin.

In terms of kinks, it's a given that he has a breeding kink. Even if you are unable to actually have kids, he still just loves cumming inside you. To the point that when he finally pulls out his cum leaks down your thigh and he has to push it back in with his fingers. If you can get pregnant, he gets off on the idea of you carrying his child. Belly swollen with his baby inside of you. Pride flaring up in his chest at the mere thought of it.

Somnophilia is an unexpected turn on for him. It makes sense, after having multiple nights where you expect him to be home, only for him to arrive after you'd gone to sleep, sexual frustration was bound to happen. You'd talk about it beforehand, making sure it's all consensual. He'd come home to find you already in bed, in nothing but one of his shirts. No underwear. His indicator to know you needed him. Watching you be roused by his cock sliding into you, the half asleep moans falling from your lips, he finds it both mesmerizing and adorable.

Using his fangs on you is a rare treat. You had expressed interest at one point, wondering what it'd be like to be completely at his mercy when his venom leaves you immobile. It's not his favorite, but in those rare instances where he wants to remind you that you're his and only his, it comes in handy. You enjoy the manhandling aspect of it, Miguel bending you into whatever position he desires so he can fuck you stupid.

Sex positions depend on his mood. If he's feeling romantic, he likes to be able to look into your eyes. Mating press, cowgirl, even modified versions of the missionary position are what he enjoys. He also provides more foreplay, spending what feels like forever just pleasing you with his fingers and mouth. Especially his mouth. He loves thighs, so feeling yours clench around his head turns him on to no end. One time even, your thighs were positioned in just the wrong way when clamping around his neck, cutting off blood flow and he passed out; you were both too lost in the moment to notice until his body went limp on top of you. Don't worry, you guys had a good laugh about it when he finally came to.

"Dying between your thighs would be the perfect way to go, mi vida."

When he's in a bad mood, it's a different story. It's usually after a rough day at work or if you're pissing him off by being a tease/bratty. His goal is to have you trapped between his body and whatever surface he chooses, varying from the bed, to the couch, the wall, etc. Doggystyle, full Nelson and flat iron are popular choices. He's rougher than usual too, pulling your hair, leaving more hickies than normal and his dirty talk is more degrading than praising. Foreplay is more of a way to assert dominance over you, overstimulating you into submission.

"One more, cum one more time for me. Te voy a joder estúpido, putito." I'll fuck you stupid, little whore.

This is also the time when injury is more likely to occur. Nothing major, puncture marks from his claws on your hips and scratches from his fangs grazing your shoulder. You don't accept his apologies after because there's nothing to be sorry for.

On and Off

There will most likely be a phase in the relationship where the two of you are struggling to keep said relationship afloat. While problems in the bedroom are rare, issues usually being not enough sex, the relationship outside of that can be rocky. The both of you are busy and finding time to spend together becomes harder and harder to do.

The reasons for breaking up can vary. Sometimes it's on his end, Miguel wanting to protect you from his life as Spider-Man and wanting you to be happy and not waiting on him. Other times you're the one to end things because he doesn't provide you with the attention you deserve or because you feel like a burden to him and his work. Either way, even when you're not together officially, it's hard for the two of you to keep your hands off each other.

Miguel shows up to your apartment multiple times, most of the time uninvited. It's always late, the sound of the window to your living room sliding open, followed by his heavy footsteps is enough to wake you up. When you step out of your room, he greets you like a man starved. Sinking to his knees and wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting your shirt to leave kisses down your stomach.

"Been missing you so much, necesito recordar el sabor de ti." need to remember the taste of you.

He's trying to butter you up and you know it. Whether it be you missed him too or you're too tired to argue, you fall for it almost every time. Letting him grasp the back of your thighs to lift you as he stands, making his way to your bedroom with you in his arms and lips pressed against yours.

You don't know which you like better, the sex when you guys aren't together or the makeup sex that follows. Every. Single. Time. It's always after something happens, ranging between him finding out you're starting to date other people again to one of you surviving a near death experience. Either way, it always starts the same.

Miguel shows up at your place, as usual, but instead of groveling for your forgiveness, he's fuming. Mad that you're looking at other guys and not him, mad that he almost lost you, mad that he was stupid for letting you go in the first place...either way he's pissed off. A possessive hand at the nape of your neck, forcing you to look him in the eye. Eye contact is very important to him.

"You're mine, cariño. I'm not letting you go ever again."

After some bickering and maybe even shouting, the interaction usually ends with you ass up over the nearest object while he pummels you with his thick cock. One of his hands restraining your hips while the other is snaked around your torso, his hand wrapped around your neck and his hot breath against your ear. It's an odd routine you've become used to, borderline unhealthy even. However, while the lows can be pretty low, the highs are oh so high. The good times make you fall for his tricks without question. Besides, you both know he's the one wrapped around your little finger.

Don't worry though, for the ride or dies, it all pays off in the end. The back and forth between you two settles and Miguel finds his permanent home between your thighs. As well as your heart, of course.

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drvscarlett · 2 months

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About You Pt 10.5

Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

About You Series

A/N: i just think we deserve Multi 21 as a seperate mini chapter.

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2013, Sepang International Circuit

09:00 of Race Day

Formula 1 is the worst sport that could ever exist.

Its one of the only sports that doesn't just need talent because no matter how talented you are, you also need sheer luck. It also doesn't matter how good a driver is, if the person doesn't have the proper car or strategy then they are fucked.

Furthermore, its the only sport wherein everyone is your rival. Even if the sport requires you to be in a team, you can’t even trust your teammate to help you. Every man is out there for himself on the track. It is highly possible that your teammate is your biggest rival as you have the same car and specs.

One could understand how relationships in this sport is always hanging on a thread with every race.

"You doing okay there?"

Sebastian was driving but he could see from his peripheral view how engross Y/N is with her laptop. She had been a bit stressed out with frown lines permanently etched on her forehead since he picked her up a while ago.

"Nothing much, its just Jenson and his new teammates are fighting so much" Y/N sighs.

The statements have been taken out of proportion by media outlets and now Jenson's image was not good to the public. She have to do some damage controls and some new strategy to convince the public that they don't mean any bad blood with one another.

"Oh so this is what Britta is suffering when me and your brother fights"Sebastian chuckles.

"Yeah so you better be good and don't make a lot of trouble for Britta"Y/N reminds.

Y/N was back on her work after the brief banter and Sebastian just had the inkling that he wanted to hold her hand. With his free hand, he laced it towards her and pressed a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

"What was that for?"

"Nothing, I just love you"Sebastian admits.

This was something that has certainly changed ever since they opted to navigate their relationship. Sebastian has been a bit bold and touchy when they are in private, the Red Bull driver never shies away from being honest about how he feels. Often times, Y/N is overwhelmed by it with a pink tint on her cheeks.

"You make weekends better"he adds "I always look forward to these car rides with you so we can have a moment for ourselves before the whole race"

No matter how chaotic this sport is, Sebastian is at ease with her by his side.

10:18 of Race Day

Mark felt like he wanted to glare at Sebastian as soon as he entered the garage. He watched as everyone especially the female staffs becomes enamored with Sebastian. The German driver has also been thriving with the attention with how his flirty smiles and lingering touches.

There was a boiling anger in Mark. He couldn't fathom how Sebastian has been playing along his sister after what he saw in Brazil 2012. He is frustrated that her sister is blind about the whole thing. Mark thinks that if he hadn't been a shit brother then maybe Y/N would listen to him.

"Control your face"Christian warned "If the media sees that they will be out there like hounds spinning a story about you and Sebastian not playing good with each other"

"But that's what exactly is happening"Mark muttered

"Mark please we don't want distractions from the actual race, we're here to win"

As much as Mark would like to say that Christian is wrong, it was true. The media coverage has been a source of stress that may affect a driver's performance once they are on track. Instead of resting after a race then they may have to answer tactless interview questions or be judged by public opinion.

So here is Mark putting up a friendly smile.

"That's much more better, keep your chin up"Christian patted his shoulder before leaving.

It was just another regular day of Mark trying his best to be in the good graces of Red Bull. He keeps the heavy sigh he wants to release out to himself and went to Sebastian's group with his forced smile.

"Hey mate, you doing okay?"

"Mark, good to see you today"

And so it begins.

11:54 of Race Day

No doubt, there is rivalry in the sports but that is something that should exist on the track and not outside of it. It was not uncommon that drivers hang out together since they only have each other to talk to with their hectic schedule and crazy lifestyle.

So a few hours before the race, Y/N is in the middle of lunch with Jenson, Nico and Lewis.

"I'm telling you guys that Checo is someone you don't want to be teammates with"Jenson angrily stabs his salad.

"Would you shut up!"Y/N hit Jenson at the back of his head "Do you know how much I spent this morning trying to appease Checo's sponsors because of your comments"

"But Y/N, he isn't a good teammate and did you see what he did to me in Australia"Jenson defends himself.

"Yeah but you two are in a race so there must be some wheel-to-wheel action every now and then"Y/N ever the voice of reason.

In Formula 1, sometimes a driver has to be selfish and think about his standing first before the team. When they want to be a world champion then every points matter so she honestly don't think that Checo is in the wrong here. Checo just wanted points.

"I am so glad we have a good working relationship"Lewis chuckled as he fistbump with Nico

"Boohoo in a few years you will be suffering too"Jenson taunts.

"No way, we have the power of friendship by our side"Nico confidently stated.

"Why don't you try to be friends with Checo first? Maybe you can find some interest or common ground"Lewis suggested.

"That's a great idea with you two filming tooned then maybe you can work"Y/N applauds.

Jenson just shakes his head and bangs his head to the counter of the table. It was so easy for them to tell this when he was the one driving the car and having to fight off a teammate.

"And why are you so miserable Jenson" Sebastian joins the group with his lunch "You look like shit man"

"Finally, someone who understands a teammate that is trying to kill me"Jenson's face lit up upon seeing Sebastian "Just tell them how hard it is to function in a sport where your teammate is trying to kill you"

"Watch it"Y/N grumbles. She has to remind them that Sebastian's team mate is still her brother. They may have their differences but he is still her brother.

"It's really how it works Jenson"Sebastian's safe answer "We don't always get lucky like the Mercedes bestfriends over here"

Nico and Lewis gave each other a high five again as they laughed at Jenson's misery. It was so rare for Formula 1 team mates to be in a good relationship with one another much more to have them as your bestfriend.

While Jenson continues grumbling about how its unfair, Sebastian scoots closer to Y/N. It was something that didn't miss the eagled eye of the two Mercedes drivers. They grin with each other knowing that there is a certain progress in the relationship of the two.

13:17 on Race Day

Corinna admits that since Michael officially retired, she kind of miss weekends such as this one. It was something that she has been used to ever since she started dating Michael so missing out a few Grand Prix felt weird for her.

"Corinna!"Y/N called out and in her high heels she cones running to give her a hug.

For Corinna, Y/N is like a little sister in the paddock. She was one of the people that Corinna dearly miss because she is always travelling with F1 related things.

"Why didn't you tell me you are coming? I only heard from Seb that he saw you wandering around the paddock"Y/N said.

"It was a last minute kind of thing with Michael, you know him"Corinna admits.

Up until Friday, they weren't sure whether to go. However, Michael has been persuaded by Ross Brawn to attending even just the race so here they are.

"Speaking of Sebastian"Corinna starts "How come you didn't tell me about you two being an item"

It was now Y/N's turn to be speechless. Corinna noted how the confident girl suddenly shied away and the lovestruck expression hits her face.

"We're not yet an item, still navigating things"

"You are still going to be an item" Corinna clapped in glee.

She had long waited for this one. Mick has also been roped to play cupid several times so they can get to confess their feelings. She couldn't count how many times she accidentally dropped hints so that little Schumi will confront the two to tell their feelings.

"It can be very overwhelming, we don't want to make mistakes"Y/N explains "This world is everchanging"

Corinna agrees. She could remember the early days when she started dating Michael. It was a lot of stress and unfortunate events but hey they made it out those rough times together. They are still going strong even now.

"You have to be there with him okay"Corinna advices "The place on the top can be very lonely so he counts on you to be there"

Y/N nods her head in agreement. Corinna knows that the competition can be a lot at times but with Y/N by Sebastian side then maybe she could balance him out.

"C'mon, I think I saw some ice cream. I'll treat you to celebrate your new relationship"

"Corinna, its still not a relationship"

14:40 on Race Day

It was a feat for Sebastian to sneak out of the Red Bull garage to go to the McLaren ones. He knows that he has a few minutes left before he has to get in the car but he needs a goodluck charm today and he will be damned if he won't have it.

"A lot going on your mind?"Sebastian asked surprising the Webber girl.

"Sebastian"she looks shocked "What are you doing here? The race is about to start"

Sebastian pulled Y/N behind the garage away from the eyes of everyone.

"But I have to see you"Sebastian enveloped her in a hug.

He never expected himself to be clingy to someone but having Y/N changes things. It was like a need for him to be closer to her and he never want to go away from her. Y/N seems to find these interactions more comforting than the usual things she do to calm herself down before a race.

"You stay safe later, okay? Eyes on the track"Y/N pointed out

"I'll get a P1 for you okay?"Sebastian promised.

"I don't care, just no incidents or accidents"

Sebastian pressed a small kiss on her forehead. It was his way of assuring her that he will come back safe to her. He wished he could stay here forever but the revving of the cars signals that the show is about to start.

"Till later Y/N"

15:40 in Race Day

The crowd watches excitedly as the Red Bull and Mercedes team mates go up against one another. They seem to be pumped about what's about to unfold in the next twenty laps because the big question is would they be forced to obey team orders or are they ready to battle it out with one another.

Both of them had a different result

Nico and Lewis are battling out with the 3rd and 4th place. The team orders were to save tyres so that both cars could finish the race and both of them can receive points that is crucial for the long run. Nico was advised not to fight Lewis and let him pass.

It is never an easy decision to let your team mate by and gift him a spot in the podium but Nico quietly resigned to this team decision. He followed what has been ordered.

On the other side, The Red Bull drivers faced the same dilemma.

Mark Webber was in the lead with P1. The radio message was clear Multi 2-1. It means that Mark as Car no. 2 should retain his position and Sebastian as Car no. 1 should retain himself at the second place. This was a clear strategy that they have discussed in meetings before.

"Multi 21, multi 21"Rocquelin repeated in the radio message "Sebastian its Multi 21 and also save your tyres"

But it seems to fall on deaf ears as Sebastian pursues Mark to race him for P1.

Mark was confused about the whole thing because he thought the radio message was clear. He finds himself fired up while the crowd goes wild with the intense wheel-to-wheel action between the two drivers.

The camera pans to the garages of McLaren, where Y/N is staying. It felt like a deja vu from years ago when she was staying at the Red Bull garage. Today, the title reads 'Y/N Webber, Sebastian Vettel's bestfriend and Mark Webber's sister.'

She obviously did not notice that the cameras were on her with the way she is staring at the monitors. She was clutching her necklace and the usually composed Y/N seems to be fading. The commentators are already discussing how difficult it must be for Y/N to be caught in the middle of this whole fiasco.

It returns back to the view on track where Sebastian gains an advantage over Mark. The crowd roars in disbelief about the way Sebastian has disobeyed team orders. Adrian Newey was shaking his head in disappointment and Christian has a strange look on his face.

As the final lap finishes, the crowd stands up. It was not a cheer that Sebastian heard once he lifted his helmet but a series of boos and disapproving look from the onlookers.

16:45 on Race Day

The podium was awkward and Y/N knew that everyone was clamoring to get a statement from the two Red Bull drivers, who are visibly upset with one another. Y/N squeezed herself to the crowd in an attempt to get to Sebastian before the media does.

"It was Sebastian's fault. he was leading in the championship so why not just give this win to his team mate?"

"Sebastian Vettel is a selfish and arrogant man, Mark is unlucky to have him as a team mate"

"He does whatever he wants thats why he is a World Champion and Webber is not"

Everyone has their varying opinions of the Multi 21 incident. She badly wants to say something but her involvement can make things messier, she has to think rationally so she won't contribute to the fire.

The media pen was bursting in an electric tension as they conduct the interviews. Y/N felt a cold shiver runs down her spine as she listens to both of them discuss about the events of today. She has seen them countless of times mad with each other after a race gone bad but this makes everything seems like childsplay.

"Y/N Webber, I'm a reporter from FOX sports, what can you say about this whole fiasco about your bestfriend and your brother?" someone suddenly approached her.

All of the attention was on her all of a sudden. The panic flashed in her eyes as several other reporters starts to direct their microphones to her.

"I'm not a part of this.."

"Y/N Webber, which side do you support here?"

"Y/N from Sky Sports, are you in good terms with your brother?"

The flashing lights were a lot and Y/N felt someone grabbed her to shield her away from them. She smelled the familiar perfume of Sebastian wafting through her noses.

"It's going to be okay, I'll get you out" Sebastian whispers.

They make their way out of the room. From the distance, Y/N could hear Mark yelling at the media, which is his attempt to get the media's attention away from her.

"Leave my sister alone, she isn't a part of this"Mark stated "If you have any questions go and direct it to me and I'll answer every single one of you"

And this was the start of the shitstorm.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel imagine #sebastian vettel angst

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f1smutwriter · 6 months

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Hello I saw you write for pierre could you write one where they had a fight and fem reader is giving him the silent treatment

After going out with charles and alex, pierre finds out some hot tea he comes into the bedroom asks to pause their fight si he can share the tea which is something they always do together without fail.

Maybe gossiping is how they met like idk they sat at bar together and he overheard her gossip on her phone about her date. So he listened in lol

I saw a picture of Charles showing pierre something on his phone and it looked like juicy drama.

Feel free to make up the gossip or use actual f1 gossip I'm just getting into it so I don't know a lot of lore.

Thank you xo

|𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐚 (𝐩𝐠𝟏𝟎)

|𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: they get into an agreement but the tea is too good not to tell.

Warnings: nothing, a bit of cussing that’s pretty much it

Notes: I loved writing this and I’m so sorry for not posting I’ve been trying to keep up with the writing from these and my books so I’m sorry. Girl I hope you enjoy!

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“Really the silent treatment, it was one word it didn’t mean anything” Pierre tried to tell me but I didn’t give him any of it. He just shakes his head before saying the word that made this whole argument. “I called you dramatic because you said I didn’t love you because I forgot your chocolate, which is extremely dramatic” He told me making my jaw drop as he called me dramatic again. I just roll my eyes and flip him off going to the kitchen.

“Oh come on mon ange you’re really mad at me” he says following me to the kitchen. I don’t say anything to him I just go to the fridge and take out some pineapple to cut for myself. “Baby please I need you to not ignore me I hate when you ignore me” he told me making me roll my eyes from his begging voice.

“Fine I’ll just ignore you then” he grumbled going to his game room to join the simulator with his friends. A few hours later he comes in the room and hopes in the shower. He comes out in his towel and his gold chain around his neck making me just stare at him in awe but quickly look away when he looks at me.

“I’m going out with Charles and Alex for a bit I made you dinner already so don’t worry about starving to death” He shouted from the closet when he was changing. I just sigh hating being alone in the house but I continued to go on my phone (secretly watching edits of him). He comes out in baggy light washed jeans, a green hoodie and a jacket to layer it with his chain and his ring that I gifted him. I basically drool over him but I try to ignore him.

He blow dries his hair making it the perfect amount of fluffy, once’s he’s finished getting ready he comes to me and grabs my jaw softly kissing me making me kiss back like a first instinct.

We kiss for a couple of minutes before he lets go and kisses forehead softly before whispering. “I’ll see you in a bit mon ange. Je t’aime” he whispered to me before giving my neck a peck before leaving the room. I just sit in my room waiting for him to come home already missing him even though he just left.

Charles, Alex, and Pierre are all playing poker with some other friends they grew up with. “Dude did you hear the shit that was happening” Charles asked Pierre who was looking at his cards. “No what shit” He asked fixing his cards so he didn’t lose.

“So something happened with Max and Nando and I think their like arguing for a redbull seat, but redbull is obviously gonna stick with Max and Nando is pissed so he’s like talking a lot of shit about max” Charles said while putting his chips in the middle. “And want is max saying” Pierre asked now just listening to the story.

"He's pissed calling Nando immature, and how he's taking it out of proportion" Charles says while taking a swig of his drink. "That's fucking crazy man" Pierre chuckled while placing down his cars showing the boys he won another round. "Fucking hell man how do you always win" Alex says throwing his card on the table.

"You just suck at poker mate" Pierre laughed while taking all the chips. "Well mates I got to go lily wants me home for dinner and I don't want to be broke" Alex chuckled while packing up his things. "Yeah I got to go to Y/n me hope at a certain so l got to go" Pierre said before taking one more sip of his drink before grabbing his keys and going to the car.

Once he gets home he speed walks to the room seeing me on my phone watching some videos. "Baby" he says softly to me making me roll my eyes. "I know you're mad at me, but I have drama that needs to be told” Pierre said dramatically sitting on the edge of the bed. "So pause the fight because it is too good" Pierre says making me smile before wanting to hear.

“So apparently the girls are fighting, Max and Fernando are arguing about a redbull seat, and obvi redbull is gonna stick to their starboy so Nando got pissed and started talking nonsense about it. Saying how max doesn't deserve the seat and how it should be his, and max is like he's being ridiculous and immature" Pierre says spilling the tea to me without taking a single breath.

"No fucking way, I thought Nando was loving it at Aston Martin" I say confused on the whole topic. "Apparently not because he's not getting as much attention as Lance is because he's a ne-" I cut him off before he finished the sentence. "Be respectful" I warned him with the look that makes him be nice

"Sorry Mon ange, but yeah that's why the girls are fighting over a stupid seat" Pierre laughed which makes me laugh. "Please tell me you're not mad anymore" he asked me with his puppy dog eyes and pout. "No baby I'm not mad anymore" I say lovingly while running my fingers through his hair. "Since when did we start spilling tea to each other because now it's just normal" | asked while feeling his hair through my finger tips.

“The first day we met, heard you talking about that dick head that stood you up so I got the courage and talked to you” he says softly to me while his head is in my lap and he’s rubbing thigh. “You were listening” I laughed while scratching his scalp a bit just like he liked it. “When I heard ‘you’ll never guess what happened I was all ears” he laughed against me making me laugh with him.

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3 years ago

“Dude you’ll never guess what happened” was the one word that Pierre heard to make him start listening to my conversation without me knowing. The asshole stood me up said he was with another girl who’s ten times prettier” I said absolutely pissed while talking to my friend.

Pierre just takes a sip of his drink shocked that a guy can say that to someone as gorgeous as you. “I bet you his dick was tiny” I say making fun of the guy making Pierre almost snort out in laughter.

After the call ended I feel a tap on my shoulder. When I turned around to see who it was I see then most handsome guy I’ve seen. “Hi I’m sorry to bother you but I just wanted to say that you’re beautiful” Pierre said making me smile softly and feeling my cheeks get hot.

“That you so are you” I stuttered, “I-i mean handsome you’re very handsome” I stuttered pretty bad making him smile softly at me seeing his pearly white teeth. “I’m sorry I’m never really like this” I tell him trying to save myself from embarrassment. “No it’s okay I think it’s pretty cute” he told me making me blush ten times more almost looking like a tomato.

“May I have your name” he asked me softly his French accent making it so much better when he talks. “Hailey my names Hailey” I say softly still blushing for the life of me. “My names Pierre nice to meet your Hailey” He smiled softly now it being my favorite thing he does even though we just met.

“Can I take you out sometime” he asked me making me look happy. “Yeah heres my number” I say giving him mmhmm number on a napkin. “Are you free right now” he asked me feeling surprised that he asked. “Yeah I am actually why” I asked confused on the question.

“Can I take you out right now” he wondered making me blush more and more probably looking ruby red. “I would love to” i mumbled feeling embarrassed from the blush on my face. “Let’s go I have a place in mind” He says softly holding my hand to take me outside.

“Is this the part where you kidnap me” I joked softly while taking his hand. “I don’t know do you want to get kidnapped by me” he chuckled making me giggle with him. “Maybe but seriously where are we going” I asked softly letting him lead the way to this random place.

“Welcome to the pretty pond that I found” he says softly showing me the pond that was glowing from the moonlight. I see fireflies everywhere admire the beautiful view. “You have no idea how much I need this, thank you” I say hugging him making him wrap his arms around my waist hugging me back. “Of course Mon ange” he whispered softly and smoothly in my ear.

“What does that mean” I asked him about the sudden nick name. “You’ll find out soon” smiled softly brushing my messy hair behind my ear making me blush more.

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Present

“I remember that day, I love it so much” I said softly scratching his head as he kissed my thighs a bit. “Talking to you was the best decision of my life. I don’t regret one thing about it” he mumbled against my thigh making me giggle. “Even when I’m being dramatic about chocolate” I said making him chuckle softly. “Even then I will never regret talking to you baby I love you” he said softly to me before leaning up to his me.

“I love you too baby” I say kissing him back softly making him grab my neck like he always did. He squeezed my neck still kissing me with such love and care like I was fragile and he was scared to break me. “Gosh Mon ange you’re so precious, it’s truly captivating” he whispered before going back to kiss me making me whimper softly. “Let’s go eat some dinner” he says before giving my neck one last squeeze.

He goes to the pantry and sees a familiar bag in the corner. “Mon ange” he called out making me hum. “What did you say you wanted from the store” he asked softly making me look confused. “Chocolate why” I asked while placing the plates on the island. “There’s chocolates right here” he said back with a funny look making me look at him with a guilty face.

… “Oops”

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Notes: tell me why I’m trying my hardest to get these 5 post out. Yes you read right FIVE. Anyways if you requested something don’t worry it’s coming out soon. And yes more smut is coming out real soon. Let’s just say it’s another threesome. Hope you enjoy!

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #pierre gasly x y/n #pierre gasly f1 #pierre gasly blurb #pierre gasly fluff #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly #pierre gasly x you

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petermorwood · 22 days

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More Sword Questions...

These are further questions prompted by a post already long enough that I’m not reblogging the whole thing. It’s here.

@softness-and-shattering (who posted the original Ask) wrote:

Thank you so much! What Im getting is that there arent any exact rules, different people and places mixed and matched sword features as they liked. Is that more or less correct? The swords that are green, is that oxidization? Theyre very pretty. And if fullers are to reduce sword weight, what are ridges for? Thanks again :)

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(1) Yes, it's oxidation. The uncomplimentary word is "tarnish", the complimentary word is "patina". Bronze swords in museums can be various colours ranging from green (verdigris)...

...through golden...

...to shades of brown and almost black.

I don’t know why (archaeological metallurgy is a mystery to me) but at a guess it's related to the acidity of the ground in which they were found, the proportions of copper / tin / other metals in their bronze.

It may also be the point at which conservators decided they'd gone far enough with that particular artefact and further restoration / cleaning would cause damage.

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(2) Ridges on sword-blades add stiffness, is the remnant of the bar or rod of steel from which the sword was made, and are created as the blade's final form is hammered out on either side, leaving a sort of raised centre-parting.

(If this is over-simplified or just plain wrong and swordsmiths reading it are going "Nooo!", please correct me!) ;->

Here's one example with a very prominent ridge, from the Victoria & Albert Museum in London...

...and another with a more restrained centre-line from the Metropolitan Museum in New York.

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(3) Sword shapes and features changed depending on functional requirements. If a shape worked and its use didn’t change, it stayed the same. The Roman gladius and Japanese katana are two examples of not much change in shape over several centuries.

Demands of fashion also played a part in what kind of sword was worn when and with what.

While swords (not just Messers or falchions or other "fighting knives") do appear without armour in medieval art...

...swords only became a regular part of civilian dress in the mid-late 1400s.

In Germany this was called a Reitschwert - "riding sword" - for self-defence when out (riding) in ordinary clothes. In Italy it was a spada da lato - "side-sword" - for what's now called EDC (every-day-carry) not just in war. In Spain it was an espada ropera - "robe sword" - for wear with regular clothes rather than armour.

That last one, worn down, mispronounced or just plain pinched, became "rapier", and because it was worn every day, with stylish garments, it became yet another way in which to show off.

The most common Europe-wide rapier was a "swept hilt", comprising bars and loops, while Spain and Spanish-influenced places like Italy preferred the "cup-hilt", which had a different style of swordplay.

Cup-hilts are familiar from movies because it's easy to dress up a sport-fencing sword as something much older. Here's a stage-combat modern épée and two real rapiers.

Cup-hilts could be plain metal bowls like those, or beautiful examples of chiselled, pierced metalwork.

Swept-hilts could be equally impressive.

They were proof that their wearers were dedicated followers of fashion, men of wealth and taste - and, of course, always armed and just as always ready to use what they carried at the drop of whatever was just dropped.

Duelling became a craze, laws against it were ignored, any excuse would do, and Shakespeare summed it up nicely:

MERCUTIO: Nay, and there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou? why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast; thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes. What eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? With another for tying his new shoes with old riband? And yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling?

(That one about the doublet had echoes in 1922, with The Straw Hat Riot in New York, involving assaults on men who hadn't stopped wearing straw hats by the fashion-approved date of mid-September. At least nobody got run through...)

Oddly enough, portraits which include rapiers usually show swept-hilts, even in Spanish portraits where cup-hilts might be expected (I've seen a couple, but not many). Perhaps the artist didn’t have one to hand, or thought the swept-hilt style was more visually interesting.

The smallsword (shorter, lighter, less cumbersome to wear) replaced the rapier, and it too featured a lot in portraits. It was a piece of masculine jewellery, with a stiff narrow blade on an elegant hilt which might be metal...

...or some more exotic material like mother-of-pearl or porcelain.

Then fashion changed again, smallswords also went away, and once again the only people wearing swords on a regular basis were uniformed military types, whose swords could be all sorts of shapes and sizes depending on branch of service and function.

Even when that function is just to be part of regalia, and look good on parade.

#arms and armour #swords #shapes of swords #styles of swords

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lovebeinaprincessworld · 2 years

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Way of the life (Tsu’tey x reader)

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Description: Your life with Tsu’tey was everything you could have wished for - but there were still conflicts and fights. It couldn’t always be perfect, but as long as your family would stick together in the end, you would be fine.

For context this is how old the children are in this part:

Tsey’tan - 19 (same as Neteyam)

Tetsun - 17 (same as Lo’ak and Kiri)

Zìtei and Zuaìu - 15

Tiranay - 9 (same as Tuk)

Warnings: smut, p in v, fingering, oral, talk about cum, lots of cum, breeding kink

6962 words

Tsu’tey was always hard on his sons, he wanted them to become great warriors and protectors of their clan. You knew he loved them, he loved them so much, and you knew he just wasn’t a gentle and soft man. Only on rare occasions (or just for you). But sometimes you thought he forgot he was also their father, and not only their superior, he wasnt solely responsible for shaping them into warriors - being a father was more than that.

You always helped him find the balance, the way you did things together as parents worked out for your family. But this time, it escalated. Your second oldest had wandered into the forest, you knew why - he had a crush on a Na’vi girl and he told you the day before he wanted to find the crystals she loved to use for her necklaces. What he didn’t notice was that his little sister followed him. And when he noticed he was already too far to turn back, so he just took her with him.

It wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t have known that the one second she wandered into the trees while he was bending down, a stray viperwolf would jump her. He immediately heard her scream and killed the creature, but she was bleeding profusely from her right arm and she was crying - of course she was, she was still so young, she must’ve been so scared. Your poor little girl, even now that she was back in the safety of her family’s home, her arm bandaged and her tears dried, she clung to you, refusing to be set down.

You were just glad they were both safe, it was an accident and you would never be angry at Tetsun for that. Your mate however saw that entirely different, he had been scolding your son for the past minutes, he was furious. Your son was standing there, shoulders hunched and ears turned down, trying to be strong while his slightly taller father yelled at him. Eywa, he was still child too. His brothers were standing nearby, looking as if they were getting scolded too, they understood how it was to be the one who was the target, they had caused enough trouble to have been at the receiving end of their fathers anger too.

„I can’t believe you are this irresponsible! Taking your little sister into the forest like that, and then not even properly watching over her and protecting her! She could have been dead! Do you hear me? Look at her arm, this is your fault!“, your mate was raging, and you tried to intervene, he was overstepping. You knew he was strict, you accepted it, but he was blowing this out of proportion. „I think he understands, can we please just-”, but he didn’t even seem to hear you. Your daughter was starting to cry again, you knew she didn’t want he big brother to get in trouble - she would also never blame him.

„I want you to go and think about what you have done, you’ve brought shame to this family and-”, that was enough, you loved Tsu’tey, but he was wrong to say that to your son. You could see Tetsuns eyes glossing over. „THAT‘S ENOUGH TSU‘TEY!“, you had to raise your voice quite a bit to be heard, and the effect was immediately, it was so silent you could’ve heard a pin drop. You were scowling at your mate, for the first time really angry with him for making your son feel like this.

Tsu’tey was shocked to say the least. You were so gentle and soft, you had never raised your voice like this before, especially not at him. His sons were all frozen, and he turned around to you, the angry look on your face making him shrink a little. He hated that you were angry at him, all his anger and frustration about his injured daughter immediately vanishing, leaving a bitter feeling behind.

„I’m sorry sempul“, you heard Tetsuns voice from behind your mate (who you were still glaring at), he was trying to be strong, but his voice cracked a little, making your heart break for him. Even if Tsu’tey didn’t mean it, what was said, was said and he couldn’t take it back. Your mate didn’t react, still looking at you, and your second oldest took off through the entrance to his left, snapping you out of your stupor. You had to practice damage control right now, you would deal with everything else later. (Father)

„Tsey’tan“, you called upon your oldest and he immediately stepped next to you, looking down at you expectantly. „Take your sister“, you gently told him, transferring the still slightly shaking girl into her brothers arms. When she was clinging to him instead of you, you took off after your second oldest without another look back, eventhough you could feel your mate was distraught too - maybe this would teach him something.

Your son was fast, of course he was he’s one of the best warriors of the clan, just like his brothers. But you knew exactly where he would go. You and Tsu’tey had once built something equivalent to a tree house a little further into the forest when the children were still younger. You knew they still came here sometimes, especially when they wanted to be alone.

And you were right, when you had climbed the tree to the hammock-like hut, Tetsun was sitting at the edge, his legs swinging back and forth slightly. You were sure he heard you coming, but he didn’t react until you sat next to him. Then he wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand, he was crying and your heart ached even more at the pain your son was in.

„I’m sorry sa‘nok“, he whispered and you just shook your head, pulling the slight taller boy into your arms. „My love you don’t have to be sorry, this is nobody’s fault, it was an accident“, your son was sinking into your arms, placing his head on your lap and you could feel a few tears hit your legs, „no matter what your father says.“ You were stroking his braids, no matter how old your children got, they would always be exactly that - your children.

„I should have turned around when I noticed Tiranay, I should have protected her better, Dad is right I have brought shame to our family“, you could hear his voice choke up, and you sighed at the damage his fathers words had left. „Look at me ma‘itan“, you softly but firmly turned his head so he would look at you, „you are anything but. You are a strong warrior, a great older brother and you make me so proud as a mother to have a son like you. This wasn’t your fault. You are not a shame.“ You emphasized the last sentences, his tears starting to subside.

He sat up again, wiping his tears away. „I’m sorry for being such a baby“, he was clearly upset about being so vulnerable. „You should never be sorry for showing emotions, you don’t always have to be the strong fighter. Even your father isn’t all the time“, you smiled and he looked incredulously. „He has his reasons for being the way he is“, you started to explain, you felt he deserved an explanation even if Tsu’tey didn’t really bother (or particularly liked) to talk about his past. Your son looked at you with avid interest, his father had told him lots of battle and war stories but nothing beyond that.

„You know your father was once raised to become the next Olo’eyktan. When my brother and me weren’t even on this planet yet, he was already promised to mate with Neytiris sister - Sylwanin. They were great friends, they were the same age and grew up together in expectancy to mate one day. Your father told me, it was a different kind of love than he felt for me, friendship was their foremost emotion. But he lost her, sky people came and she was killed. And then he was promised to mate with Neytiri, a worthy next Tsahìk. They were also friends, but he was slightly older and they weren’t as close as he was with her sister. And she fell in love with my brother. This didn’t particularly hurt his feelings, I’m sure his pride was slightly wounded, but we were already starting to fall in love by then. And then the Great War came, hometree was destroyed, everything they’ve ever known was gone and he lost many, many of his fellow warriors and friends.“, you tried to convey what his father went through on his life.

„He has lost so much in his life“, your eyes met your sons and he looked saddened by what he learned about his father, „and he is absolutely terrified of losing you or your siblings. That is no excuse for what he said tonight, but you know how he is, he isn’t the best to show you he loves you and that he was worried, so he scolds you.“ Your son sighs, breaking the eye contact and you pushed one of his braids back behind his ear.

„You are so loved okay? Please never forget that“, you smiled when he laid his head onto your shoulder, reminding you of how he would search for comfort in your arms when he was little. You sat there for a few moments, when you felt the woven floor underneath you move slightly. Your son went rigid, and you turned around to see your mate standing at the other side of the hammock. He looked incredibly guilty, and you were glad he came to talk to your son. You could talk all you want, ultimately he needed to hear this from his father.

You encouragingly squeezed Tetsuns hand, carefully getting up to leave them be. You stopped infront of your mate, his eyes hurt and ashamed. „I’m sorry yawne“, he whispered, and you had honestly never seen him so broken. „Just make this right“, you sighed, still a little mad, but already forgiving him in you heart. You squeezed his hand before leaving them to sort this out.

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Your oldest son was still out with his friends, his siblings already sleeping and Tetsun and Tsu’tey hadn’t come back yet. You had taken one of the books you recently borrowed from Norm and used the time for yourself to read in the hammock above your hut. You were tucked away in the right corner of the woven platform, when you heard two people climb up towards your home. You really hoped everything was alright again.

Tsu’tey regretted saying what he said as soon as it left his mouth, and he was glad he could make it right with his son. He knew it was an accident, he was just so incredibly scared for his two children that he exploded and let it out in the wrong way. And you being angry and disappointed in him made his heart sink even further, he couldn’t get the picture of your scolding face out of his head - Tiranay crying in your arms because of the conflict only deepening the frown he was wearing. He knew he had to make this right with you too.

„Good night son“, you could barely hear it from your position up in the trees, a soft smile lighting up your face, glad that your family seemed to have worked through this. You couldn’t hear Tetsuns response, but what you could hear was your mate making his way upwards, towards you. You out your book to the side, sitting up a little when he jumped on the floor and knelt infront of you. He still looked really guilty, his usual scowl on his face.

„Ma tìyawn“, his rough voice laced with so many emotions immediately softened your heart. He already made things right with your son, how could you keep being angry with him, it wasn’t in your nature. You let out little sigh, shuffling to the side and lifting up the thin blanket you were sitting under, so that he could join you. „Come here“, you smiled at him and you could see the tension ease when he realized you weren’t angry.

He sat down next to you, pulling you into his arms and covering you both with the blanket, his cheek on your head and your hands on his chest. „I’m so sorry“, he whispered, „I should have never said that.“ You hummed, comfortable in his strong arms. „Did you make things right with Tetsun?“, you quietly questioned, the fingers that were drawing circles on your back distracting you. „I did, he forgave me, but can you forgive me too?“, he still seemed a little anxious, and you pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone.

„Of course I do, I could never stay mad at you. And I’m sorry for raising my voice at you“, you pulled back a bit so you could look into his face, his scowl was gone and he looked tired. It had been a long and eventful day after all. „Don’t be. You were right to do so, even if I hate it when we fight“, he closed his eyes with a deep sigh, his tail wandering towards yours under the blanket, the appendages wrapping themselves around oneanother.

Now that he was forgiven, by his son and his mate, he was unbelievably comfortable laying there. His mate tugged into him in a tight embrace, safe by his side, and his children sleeping below, he was glad this day turned out so positive in the end. He opened his eyes again, your big, soft ones already watching him. Instead of talking more, he leaned down and captured your lips in a gentle kiss.

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You were so, so screwed. You promised your mate not to wander into the forest on your own, but you really needed some torìtu leaves. You ran out of them a few days ago, and you almost always use them on scrape wounds your children have. You thought about asking Tsu’tey to accompany you into the forest, but he was so stressed lately - Zìtei and Zuaìu almost ready to complete their iknimaya - and the plants were found in a generally safe environment.

The location wasn’t dangerous at all - you were right about that - but your clumsiness wasn’t bound to one place. So when a few Syakayuks swung by you were startled and stupidly twisted your ankle, so that you were sitting in the soft moss now, not being able to stand back up. How were you supposed to get back? No one knew you were there, and even if it wasn’t that far from the village you couldn’t crawl all the way could you now. (The ‚monkeys‘ we see in the first movie)

So you sat there in your misery, your ankle slightly swollen and in pain, and waited until your family would notice you weren’t coming back to your home and come searching for you. Damn, you felt pathetic. You had just set sight on a large dead branch on the other side of the clearing you could maybe use as a crutch, when someone broke through the treeline. „Neteyam!“, you called out for your nephew and he whipped around in your direction.

„(Y/N)? What are you doing here?“, he came over to you in confusion and you were so relieved he came by here. „I was collecting torìtu leaves and twisted my ankle“, you sighed and pointed to your swollen foot, „would you mind helping me back to the village?“ „Yes, of course!“, your ever so dutiful nephew hauled you up in his arms before you could protest and you squeaked slightly. „Sorry, sorry“, he grinned and started to walk, you were clutching onto your bag in fear of losing it. You realized he really wasn’t a child anymore, just like your own oldest son, they would probably soon pick mates of their own and start their own families. You swore it was just yesterday that you were cuddling Tsey’tan and Neteyam, while your mate was training and Jake and Neytiri were out.

You talked about his day, he was on his way to meet his brother by the waterfall when he stumbled upon you, and soon you reached the village. „Dad!“, Neteyam called for his father - and your brother - who was standing nearby talking to one of the elders. When he saw you two, he excused himself and made his way to you with a concerned look. Great, as if your own mate wouldn’t go overprotective over this, your brother had to witness it too.

„What happened?“, he scanned your form, and you rolled your eyes. „It’s not that bad, just twisted my ankle“, you calmed him down, but he was still frowning. Only your nephew seemed to find amusement in not being the one on the receiving end of his dads worry. „Give her to me, I’ll bring her to Mo‘at“, Jake took you out of Neteyams arms, „and then go tell Tsu’tey to meet me in the tsahìks tent, you can go to your brother after that.“ „What? No, we don’t need to tell-”, but Neteyam was already gone before you could convince anyone not to tell your mate.

„Do you really think I’m inciting Tsu’teys wrath when he finds out we didn’t tell him? He would find out anyways“, your brother chuckled and you hit his chest, making him give you a (fake) offended look. You two entered Mo‘ats tent, she seemed busy with grinding a paste but looked up right as you came in. „Put her down there“, she instructed the Olo’eyktan and he placed you onto the cot she pointed to.

Tsu’tey had been wondering where you were, you were always waiting for your children (and for him) at home. Tiranay was out with her two oldest brothers and the twins had come back with him. But you weren’t there. „Where is Mom?“, Zuaìu was just as confused as his father. „I’ll look in the hammock“, Zìtei was climbing upwards and downwards in record time, but he just shook his head when he came back down, „she’s not up there either.“

Before they could think about looking for you, Neteyam barged into the hut and Tsu’tey got a really bad feeling in his gut. „What is it Neteyam?“, Zuaìu asked his cousin with furrowed brows. „Dad sent me to tell you that your mother twisted her ankle“, his breath was slightly faster than normal, and when Tsu’tey heard you were hurt, he stepped towards his nephew, towering over the future clan leader.

„Where is she?“, he didn’t mean to, but he looked terrifying to Neteyam, not being able to control his facial expressions. „With Mo‘at“, and with that Tsu’tey was off, the twins on his heels. „Thanks Neteyam!“, Zìtei called over his shoulder, not wanting to lose track of his father.

Mo‘at had just finished bandaging up your ankle (a paste to bring down the swelling already on it) when Tsu’tey and the twins came in. Your brother discreetly slipped out of the tent at the angered look on your mates face, you rolled your eyes at that. The coward. „It’s just a sprained ankle, no need for panic please“, Mo‘at rolled her eyes at your mates obvious protective behaviour, not looking up from your foot though. You smiled at your twins an beckoned them over when the tsahìk got up. „Are you alright sa‘nok?“, Zìtei asked, both of them kneeling next to the cot you were sitting on. You tried to delay meeting your mates gaze, you didn’t want your sons witnessing his anger. You could feel he was still holding it in.

„I’m alright don’t worry.“, you stroked their hair softly, „can you fetch your brothers and sister and go to dinner? We will be with you in a little while.“ They nodded, each pressing a kiss to your cheek before leaving the tent. „I will go to dinner too“, Mo‘at excused herself and the moment she was gone, Tsu’tey was next to you on the cot and you finally met his furious eyes.

„How did this happen?“, he still didn’t know you went into the forest against his wishes, but you saw no point in lying. „I needed more torítu leaves“, you started and he immediately growled. „You went into the forest?“, he barked, his fists clenching so hard his knuckles were turning light blue. „I’m sorry, I know I should have told you, but I’m alright am I not? Neteyam found me after a while“, you squeezed his biceps softly, but his eyes were still as hard as ever.

„So you just sat there in the forest near eclipse, not being able to get up, defenseless. What would’ve happened if so much as viperwolf stumbled over you?“, he got up from next to you, towering over your small form and you shrank back. „You promised me you wouldn’t go into the forest alone!“, he was basically shouting now, only keeping his voice down because of how thin the walls were.

You knew he would be angry, but your mate being so furious brought tears to your eyes. You tried to blink them away, not wanting to make even more of a scene as this already was, but he saw them, and the tension in his body fell away. „I don’t- Please yawne I-”, he couldn’t find the words, but he knew he needed to comfort you first anyway, sinking down again and carefully pulling you into his arms. You took a shaky breath, your tears not spilling after all, and clung onto his big hands for comfort.

„I’m sorry I went into the forest, I just didn’t want to bother you“, you were so quiet, and he felt so guilty for exploding on you like that. He was getting really good at controlling his protective side most of the time, but now and then the fear of losing you overwhelmed him. „I’m sorry I yelled, I just can’t help but think about the horrible things that could have happened to you, and that I wouldn’t have been able to save you“, his forehead was pressed against your temple, his lips ghosting over your cheekbone.

„I won’t do it again“, you sighed, turning your head and gently kissing him. He hummed and pulled you back in when you tried to shuffle back slightly, a smile spreading over your face. „Does it hurt?“, he asked after he finally let go of your lips, his hands stroking your waist. „Only when I try to stand on it, Mo’at said I should be fine in two weeks“, you layed your head on his shoulder, his closeness soothing you after the fight you just had.

„I won’t leave your side for the next two weeks then“, he pushed your hair behind your ear, and you giggled. „We’ll see about that“, you interlaced your fingers with his, „let’s go to dinner for now, our children are waiting.“ He grunted and you took that as agreement.

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Today had been one of the rare days you had the time to visit Norm in the scientist camp. You saw him in the village at least once a week, but your visits to the human encampment were rare. Having five children does that to you. He was so excited to show you his newest discovery, a flower that was growing in the caves in the hallelujah mountains. He didn’t know that much about it yet, but he told you the bioluminescent essence seemed to be something like a natural super glue. Additionally you used the opportunity to exchange some of your borrowed books for a few new ones, you had already filled your bag with your favorite copies.

„I can’t believe the twins passed their iknimaya already, I feel like it was yesterday that I was teasing you about your crush on Tsu’tey“, Norm laughed, you two had strayed from the scientific topics to your lives. „Shut up!“, you laughed with him, kneeling on the floor next to the human because of your size, „but you’re right, it’s crazy to think we went from going to university together, to living on a foreign planet isn’t it?“ „Especially you, snatching up the toughest warrior and a having a family“, he jokingly punched your arm and you acted wounded.

Suddenly you heard commotion coming from the main part of the complex, you and Norm exchanging worried looks. „Where is she?“, as soon as you heard the voice, you rolled your eyes. Norm on the other hand was getting nervous, no matter how many times he met your mate, Tsu’tey always intimidated the human - even in his Na‘vi form. „I’m here!“, you called out, not wanting him to make scene. You wondered why he was here, but when you looked outside, you noticed it was dark already. Uh oh. „We forgot the time, didn’t we?“, Norm seemed to have read your thoughts, and you were already bracing yourself for an annoyed Tsu’tey.

He crouched into the room through the doorframe, and as anticipated he was scowling. „I‘m sorry, I totally forgot the time ma Tsu’tey“, you smiled soothingly, but he scoffed, eyeing the human next to you in disdain. You didn’t know why he seemed to dislike Norm, but he generally didn’t like any males that were near you so maybe that was it. „See you next week at the feast, right?“, you squeezed your friends shoulder as a goodbye, knowing Tsu’tey wouldn’t be happy if you hugged him right now.

Norm was nodding frantically, the longer your mate stared at him with those fear inducing eyes, the more nervous he became. You got up, waving and stepping next to your mate. Tsu’tey wrapped his tail around your thigh and his arm around your waist, making sure everyone knew you were his. You left it uncommented and led him out of the science complex, all the other humans had already moved to different rooms, they were all pretty terrified of your mate. When you were back in the forest, the bioluminescence providing some light and the science camp out of sight, you stopped.

He was too quiet, something was bothering him. „What is it my love?“, your hand were gripping his biceps gently, both of his arms encircling your waist now. „I don’t like you being away from me for so long“, he growled, scowl on his face and grip on you tightening, „especially not when you spent the time with that tawtute instead.“ You couldn’t suppress your smile. „Are you really jealous of Norm?“, your thumbs were stroking his skin, his muscles flexing underneath, tail on your thigh moving slightly.

„He makes you laugh, and you have so much to talk about“, you were surprised he was honestly bothered by this, he almost seemed a little insecure. „Tsu’tey look at me“, your hands softly gripped his jaw and his eyes hesitantly met yours. „Norm is a good friend, but he will always be just that - a friend. It is you who I see, who I love, who I belong to“, you were looking up at him through your lashes, and his eyes widened slightly, before they became heated.

„I know you belong to me, I would never let you go don’t worry yawne. It still bothers me“, he scoffed, „Maybe I need to remind you a little that you do belong to me.“ He smirked and you blushed, your tweng growing moist immediately, it had been too long since he touched you. „Mhm seems like you would like that, maybe we can sneak away later tonight“, he grinned and gave you a promising kiss.

Turned out he wouldn’t get a chance to fulfill his promise that night. Your daughter was crying when she came home with Tsey’tan, she had a fight with Tuk and only was able to fall asleep in your arms. „Tomorrow?“, you apologetically smiled at your mate, and he just took you both into his arms. „Sure tìyawn“, he kissed your temple and you fell asleep like that.

It was the next afternoon, your sons were out with the hunting party (their father had stayed behind for obvious reasons) and your daughter was playing with Tuk, whom she had made up with. Tsu’tey was currently unlacing your top, his lips peppering kisses down your neck. „Eywa, it has been too long since I came inside your tight little pussy“, he groaned and his teeth left little marks all over your breasts, but when his hand slipped down into your loincloth, you were interrupted.

„Sa’nok, sempul! Come quick Zìtei has been injured!“, you winced in shock, quickly putting your breast cover back on and the tall warrior above you groaned in frustration. „Why did that skxawng needed to get hurt right now“, he rolled off of you with a grunt and you lightly slapped his shoulder, sitting up. „Don’t say that! Come on, we will find time eventually“, Tsu’tey scoffed unhappily, but followed you down the tree to where your eldest son had called from.

The last three days had been so busy, you and Tsu’tey had no chance at sneaking of together at all. Your mate was growing seriously frustrated, and you were getting needier too. You had never gone this long without having sex, and you really missed having him so close. But today it seemed like you had a free morning, your sons had taken your daughter to the waterfalls and you and Tsu’tey wanted to sneak of to the hammock he built for you a little away from the village, so this time nobody could interrupt you.

He had his strong arm around your waist and his tails around your thigh, pulling you with him hastily, his impatience making you laugh. „What, you think this is funny?“, he scowled at you, but the mischievous glance in his eyes told you he wasn’t really mad. „I just like seeing you so needy“, you giggled and softly kissed his shoulder. „Trust me, this ‚neediness‘ means you’re really in for it ma mate“, he growled in your ear, making them twitch, your tail swishing behind you in anticipation.

You almost made it into the treeline when your brothers voice interrupted you. „(Y/N)!“, Jake called out for you, a relieved look on his face when he saw you. Tsu’tey went rigid next to you, he couldn’t believe you were interrupted again! He had a hard-on for the last few days, every time he saw you he could only think about bending you over and taking what’s his, but you kept getting disturbed!

„What is it Jake?“, you smiled up at him when he came to a stop next to you two. Eventhough you were probably just as needy as your mate, you could never be rude to anyone because of it. „Mo’at is busy, and Tuk stepped into something slightly poisonous, Neytiri doesn’t know what to do, can you please take a look?“, he hesitated for a moment to ask you, your mate glaring at him with a frown on his face.

„Of course“, you nodded for him to lead the way, kissing Tsu’tey goodbye with a guilty look on your face. „I’m so sorry ma Tsu’tey“, you whispered so your brother couldn’t hear, and with a deep sigh the frown melted off his face. „It’s alright, go help Tuk, that’s more important“, he pushed you to follow the Olo’eyktan slightly, watching your ass sway when you turned around and left. He couldn’t take this much longer.

He would finally, finally get to be alone with you this night. He had instructed Tsey’tan to take charge for the evening, and swept you away to fuck you in your hammock in the forest. „No one will stop me tonight yawne, trust me“, he held you so tight and his voice was so possessive, your loincloth immediately started to get soaked with your slick. But again, right as you were about to break the treeline, a voice stopped you. „Hey (Y/N)!“, it was Norm, the poor scientist having no idea what kind of frustration was bubbling under the skin of the tall Na’vi next to you. Even in his Avatar, Norm was dwarfed by your mate.

„Hey Norm“, you greeted him, Tsu’tey next to you huffing impatiently. „I’m so glad I caught you! I need to show you this new plant I found! Me and max went to-”, your friend was interrupted by a rough grunt. Norm winced, seemingly only now noticing the angry male beside you - once he was engulfed in his research he didn’t notice what was going on around him much. „You can do that tomorrow, sky demon“, Tsu’tey had enough of the constant interruptions, he hoisted you up over his shoulders, a surprised gasp leaving you and your friend was left standing there dumbfounded.

„Tsu’tey that was rude!“, you scolded him, holding onto his back for dear life. You were a little embarrassed that Norm witnessed this, but a more primal part of you was getting all hot and bothered at your mates display of dominance and strength. „I don’t give a fuck, I told you no one will stop me tonight and I meant it“, his voice was rough, and when you reached the tree the hammock was located in, he finally set you down. You staggered slightly from being manhandled like that, and he stabilized you with his hands on your waist.

He urged you to climb the tree before him, and you scrambled up into your hammock at the top as fast as you could. As soon as you stood on the woven floor of the hammock, your mate was behind you, turning you around and picking you up again. Your legs wound around his hips, and his hard bulge was already rubbing against your covered core, a gasp leaving your mouth.

Tsu’tey could smell you all the way here, you scolded him for being rude, but he knew it turned you on. He laid you down gently on the plantfibre pillows in the corner and settled between your legs. He immediately captured your lips in a passionate kiss, he was craving your touch and your closeness. When you needed to breath he ripped of your top and started sucking on your nipples, his teeth scraping against your hard bud occasionally, and the grip you consequently established on his braids made him growl, his bulge rutting against the floor for some friction.

„Tsu’tey“, you mewled when he switched to the other side, your slick had already completely drenched your tweng and you just wanted him even closer. „Need you closer, please“, you whined, and you felt him take your queue, quickly making tsaheylu and the familiar shudder went through both of you. „Missed this so much“, you whispered, his lips trailing kisses down to where you needed him most distracting you.

„Me too, I will never go that long without mating with you again“, he purred, happy now that he was so close to burying his face where he wanted to for weeks. He ripped off your tweng too, the cool night air hitting your swollen and wet pussy making a shiver run through you, and he pulled your legs over his shoulder before his tongue buried itself in your slick entrance.

Even after all these years, the texture of his tongue seemed to make you go feral. He loved how unrestrained you got when he ate you out, and he loved your taste, your soft thighs caging in his head making him feel like he could stay there forever. Everytime his nose caught your clit, you clenched around his tongue that was still writhing inside of you, and he could feel you were getting closer through tsaheylu. He was surprised you were approaching your high so quickly, but then again it felt like forever since he made you cum the last time.

„Please m-ma mate I’m going to-”, your voice broke at the end, his thick fingers replacing his tongue, which was now circling your clit. „Cum for me tìyawn, cum for me so I can finally fuck this tight pussy“, he groaned and sucked on your nub, on particular curl of his fingers pushing you over the edge and your thighs almost suffocated the poor man between them, but he didn’t mind. „Oh Tsu’tey!“, you moaned, clenching around his fingers, your high burning through your body in record time.

When you called his name while cumming, he wondered how he ever went that long without this. His fingers fucked you through your orgasm, he couldn’t get enough of your sweet taste, but when you started to twitch from the sensitivity and pushed at his head slightly whimpering, he pulled his fingers out and kissed his way back up, until he was hovering above your panting form. „I see you ma (Y/N)“, he hummed, his forehead on yours and a blissful smile only your lips. „I see you“, you whispered, your legs wrapping around his hips and your hands taking of his loincloth, relishing in the familiar feeling of his thick blue cock slapping against your stomach when it was freed.

Some of his precum leaked onto your belly and you scooped it up with your finger, making eyecontact before sucking it off. The slight salty taste made you hum, and your mate above you lost all composure, moaning deeply and grabbing your thigh in his large hand, maneuvering his hips so his head slipped into you. „Fuck, I can’t wait to cum inside of you, need my scent to be all over you, need to breed you“, he grumbled, his eyes screwed shut while he slipped inside entirely.

No matter how often you mated, he always seemed to stretch you again. When he didn’t move you whimpered slightly, your tail curling around his arms, squeezing the bulging muscle and he groaned. „Please move yawne“, you moaned, and he pulled back before thrusting into you again, his head brushing your cervix slightly. You held onto his biceps once he found a faster rhythm, the hammock shaking slightly with his thrusts and his head buried in your neck nipping at your soft skin.

He grunted against your neck, a shiver running through you and when he angled your hips a little more downwards, he managed to thrust even deeper into you, his balls slapping against your ass with every powerful thrust. His balls were so heavy, he hadn’t cum inside of you for so long there was so much packed in them, he couldn’t wait to fill you with all of it, the thought alone making his movements more forceful.

Your tits rubbing against his pecs made the coil in your stomach tighten, you could feel yourself leaking all over his dick. „Mhm you’re going to cum on my cock ma muntxa? Going to fill you good with my cum, all just for you“, he moaned when you clenched around him, his veiny dick battering your insides and catching onto your spongey spot with every thrust. „Oh Eywa, I’m going to-”, you interrupted yourself with a scream, his hand rubbing your clit suddenly and you exploded around him.

You were basically chanting his name while you held onto him, convulsing and arching your back and he swore it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. All just because of him, all for him, he couldn’t hold back anymore. Your small hands on his biceps squeezed, you were so slick and hot around him and he rutted into you a few more times, thrusting up into you as much as possible. His head was nestled right against your cervix, his balls tightened and with a guttural growl he finally came.

You could feel his hot cum rush into your womb, you were still coming down from your high and the sheer amount that was filling you prolonged your orgasm significantly. You swore he had never cum this much inside of you, but then again you two had never gone so long without eachother. He panted in your neck and he was twitching inside of you, the flow of his seed ceasing. He was so deep inside of you, that nothing spilled out though, most of it locked securely inside your womb.

He was purring, finally satisfied and your soft walls fluttering around him made him hold you tighter. „Mhm“, you hummed, your hands softly massaging his scalp and he kissed your neck gently. „I‘m so glad you’re mine, and so thankful for the family you gave me“, he whispered, his lips brushing your collarbone and you were beaming. You loved how emotional he got after mating, tsaheylu making everything even more intense. „I couldn’t wish for a better, happier life, I love you and our children so much“, you breathed and he knew what the words ‚I love you‘ meant to humans, eventhough you rarely said them - opting instead for the Na‘vi version ‚I see you‘. He shifted slightly, a rare gentle smile on his face when he looked down at you.

„I love you too“, his lips found yours, the intimate position you were in warming your heart. „Tì‘i‘avay krrä“, he promised, sometimes he still couldn’t believe the way his life turned out so amazing. „Forever ma Tsu’tey“, you hummed and he turned you both around, so you could stay interlocked, but he wouldn’t crush you with his weight. He just wanted to hold you close, enjoying your time as a mated pair alone. (Forever/Until the end of time)

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So this was definitely the last part of this story, they can live happily ever after now ahahah <3 I would really appreciate some feedback, my last Tsu’tey piece didn’t get any comments and I’m wondering what I should write differently - let me know what you think! If you wanna be tagged also let me know <3

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wordy-little-witch · 3 months

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Ya know what occurs to me?

Karai Bari is in the New World.

Crocodile and Mihawk only showed up after the establishment of the delivery service.

Buggy was in Paradise. Marineford would have been in Paradise, I think, or at least Buggy's crew still was.

He doesn't have conquerors to cross the calm belt.

So... to get to the New World and set up shop, he'd have to have gone through Fishman Island, wouldn't he? So he'd had to have gotten the ship coated.

He'd likely have had to face Rayleigh or at least he'd have anticipated it - maybe Shanks even mentions Rayleigh hanging around there, maybe even mentioning him having NEVER missed Shanks passing through....

So when Buggy goes when Buggy expects to be found and claims to be dreading it and is but is also so hopeful so scared so broken so hesitant he's got a few different courses figured for how this will go down.

Only.... Rayleigh isn't there. Shakky is. She just directs them to another coater. Buggy fights himself, wants to ask, doesn't want to beg, and-

Shakky answers the question he couldn'tdislodge from his throat. "Sorry, baby blue, Ray's just working on something real important. You know how it is."

He does. He does know how it is. Important, huh? That's fine. It's probably a job. It's probably not that big of a deal that dad master Rayleigh is preoccupied. Buggy shouldn't have expected the man to drop everything and come running why did he think that, Rayleigh never did it before, not even Shanks' assurance he'd leave a message for Rayleigh would change much, and fuck he can't afford to cry so-

So Buggy gets the ship coated. It's not as pricy as he'd worried. He navigates them down, can even bring himself to smile at the wide eyed wonder from the rest. It's nice. He's fine here - these are his people. He's okay, really, and he'll be able to let this go or shove it into that nameless box in his head and heart soon enough. He just has to ride the wave, you know-?

Only no. Not really. Because a newspaper lands in his hands. And his brain is racing.

Because Rayleigh wasn't at Sabaody at all. He was with Strawhat. He was training Strawhat. He showed up, after the war, so close to the conflict, to train the kid. Rayleigh is fast, but not that fast. He'd have to have left around a week before Buggy even arrived. Shanks had assured him Rayleigh was there when he dropped by ((two weeks ago)). He knew because his brother had wrapped him in his arm and tears were shed, voices were raised and hearts were broken, wounds torn open to drain the festering rot and the healing hurt, it hurt then, it hurts now, it will hurt and hurt and hurt, because Buggy had pushed the Big Top to her near limits just to reach the archipelago that his former guardian ex-father previous family that Rayleigh called home. Shanks had called him, said he'd dropped the message and Rayleigh had chuckled and nodded and Buggy wanted to see his dad because there were still so many scars that had to be seen and acknowledged and Buggy himself wasn't even fully recovered physically but emotionally he had to do it, had to take the step and try because vulnerability brought the best and worst of him out, because he lost a brother and gained him back and he wanted for his father, at least one of them.

But Strawhat was on that front page. And Rayleigh was behind him, smiling, warm, proud, happy, and - Buggy aches. He's angry. He's livid. A week or so, by his estimate, for Rayleigh to find him and get there to the war ground. A week or so because Rayleigh was old but he was still painfully fast. In a week or so, the older man hunted down a boy he'd possibly met once or twice in passing. A week or so and The Dark King showed up to bring another strawhat wearing monster of epic proportions under his wing, had made impressive time in finding the kid, making the plan, getting to the navy hq, getting out, and that's accounting for the article writing, printing, and distribution.

A week or so to find a bright little sunshine boy he barely knew when one he raised rotted in a cell for months on end.

Busy with something real important, he recalled Shakky saying.

His chest burned for a moment, hot and wild and unyielding - and just as suddenly, the fire was gone. He was tired. He was so fucking tired. His injuries throbbed, his head hurt, his scars itched. He sighed, set the paper aside and curled impossibly small into his chaise lounge with a teary chuckle as he gripped his hair and tried to silence the keen building in his chest. He cursed himself for it, bitter and angry.

After all, he should be used to being outshined, out classed and out loved by energetic boys with bright smiles in little wicker crowns.

Story of his life

He is unaware of the many eyes on him, of the people Plotting and Arranging things on their own time. Their captain is the best - uncommon, unexpected, temperamental though he is, he is everything everyone needs him to be because it's the only thing he knows how to do. They see the seams in his mask and performance, and they ache to pay back the pain left on their captain, their boss, their leader and friend. Buggy pirates stick together, freaks and weirdos united - and nobody is allowed to hurt their captain without some serious followup.

#buggy the clown #buggy d. clown #*smacks my blorbo* you can fit so much projection into this bad boy!!!#honestly i can see Buggy as kinda.... fixating on luffy a luttle #in a surrogate sense #personally? clown is petty ngl but 1v1 he actually likes and respects the brat #he refuses to acknowledge that though #if anyone asks it's On Sight #the yearly battle to the death with his nephew is non negotiable #but Luffy also is a walking Trigger to Buggy #oh no wouod be a SHAME if i used my favorite charavter to explore therapeutic growth aince i can't afford therapy!!!!#the HORROR #also buggy anf Shanks as brother for this one bc AAAAAA #sibling shuggy #they've got The Range #also it's so funny when you think of it #shanks: wow i love my little brother so glad I have him again #also Shanks: excuse me is a mafia man fucking my brother and my ex???? what???????????? IS MY EX FUCKING MY BROTHER??????????????????? WHAT-#cross guild polycule

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mononijikayu · 2 months

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“dear theodosia” — gojo satoru.

"I'll be here," he murmured, his voice trembling with emotion. "I won't let you become a story. I'll fight with everything I have to be here, to see you grow, to love you." “Satoru, you’ll live a long and happy life with us, with me,” you said, looking at him tenderly. Worry echoed in your eyes, though. “You and I, we will grow old together. And die on the same day with our grandchildren and great-grandchildren around us.”

GENRE: post hidden - inventory arc (2010s)

WARNING/S: domesticity, fluff, family, comfort, angst, trauma, implied death, violence, romance, hurt/comfort, character death depiction of death, depictions of loss and depression, mention of pregnancy, mention of breastfeeding, mention of postpartum effects, depiction of the aftermath of birth, depiction of parenthood, depiction of blood, depiction of killing, depiction of suffering, depiction of anxiety, mention of death, mention of grief, profanity, family drama;

WORDS: 4.6k words

LISTEN: dear theodosia by lin manuel miranda and leslie odom jr.

NOTE: prepared to be sick of me because this entire time, you'll only be getting musical themed song inspired stuff because the songs have gotten back to me and kicked me into the nostalgia of musicals. anyway, this was so cute to me. i love dad-satoru so much. i hope i can write more of him. enjoy this a lot guys, i love you~ <3

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spoilers about shinjuku showdown

GOJO SATORU THINKS HE WAS NEVER BUILT FOR DOMESTIC LIFE. When he was younger, he thought he would live a life of solitary proportions. Sure, the elders would have pushed him to marry one way or another and force him to start a family. But he knew his heart wouldn’t have been in it. He knew that nothing in him would be genuine. And he didn’t want that. If he was being honest, his greatest fear was the lonesomeness that comes with his birth. His power had promised him the world. He knew from the moment he could think that he would not be a man among humanity — no, he would be a god. But it was quite clear that being on top is lonely, being a god is lonely, and he hated it.

He never thought that both of you would end up being together. Let alone that he would willingly settle down with anyone. You never truly seemed to be someone that loved that idea — you were still reeling from heartbreak. And him? He was left behind by the person he thought was his shadow, shattered with nothing. It wasn’t ideal, but he thought that you understood. He thought that you both had enough broken pieces between the two of you to be whole again. That if misery was an enemy, then the two of you would win. He was willing to bet on that.

And so, he took the gamble. He opened up, letting you see the cracks and scars that he had hidden for so long. He exposed his vulnerabilities, hoping you would do the same. It was a tentative beginning, filled with uncertainty and hesitation, but gradually, you both found solace in each other’s presence.

The nights were the hardest, haunted by the ghosts of past loves and lost dreams. Yet, somehow, those shared moments of silence, the comfort of a warm hand, and the whispered confessions in the dark, made the loneliness bearable. You both learned to navigate the labyrinth of each other’s fears and insecurities, finding strength in the shared understanding that neither of you was alone anymore.

He was surprised by how naturally the pieces fell into place. Your laughter became a balm for his weary soul, and your touch grounded him in a way he never thought possible. Slowly, he started to see a future he had never dared to dream of – a future where he wasn’t isolated at the pinnacle of power, but rather, standing beside you, sharing the burdens and the joys.

He realized that the life he once dreaded, a life intertwined with another’s, was not a cage, but a liberation. The family he had feared would be forced upon him became a chosen haven of love and understanding. The heart he thought was too shattered to feel again began to beat with a new, hopeful rhythm.

In you, he found not just a partner, but a kindred spirit, someone who had been forged in the same fires of pain and loss. Together, you built something beautiful from the ruins, proving that even gods could find grace in the embrace of another’s love. And in that love, he discovered that being on top didn’t have to mean being alone. Instead, it meant having someone to share the view, someone to hold his hand as they looked down at the world together.

Gojo Satoru looked at you now, watching your sleeping form. It had only been a few days since he was released from the prison realm. Throughout that time, he couldn’t help but think about you. Thinking about how you were waiting for him. How your son was going to be waiting for his father to come home. Megumi, Tsumiki, his beloved students. They were all waiting for him. But when he saw you, he didn’t know what came over him. He rushed to you, and your arms opened wide. Just for him.

Time didn’t pass in the prison realm — but for you it did. He could see it. How tired you were. How all of this grief and pain, and suffering had cost you dearly. Your tears felt hot against his shoulders, your cries of relief bellowing through his entire body. He could feel it all; he could never forget it. Even now, he couldn’t. In all of your marriage, he had cost you dearly. You had sacrificed a lot of your life trying to help him achieve his dream for the Jujutsu world. You stood by him no matter what. You made a home for him anywhere and everywhere. You gave him everything.

As he watched you sleep, he marveled at your resilience. The lines on your face told stories of battles fought and won, of nights spent waiting and worrying, of unwavering love and dedication. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch light, as if afraid to wake you from your well-deserved rest.

In that quiet moment, he made a silent vow. He promised himself that he would make up for all the time lost, for all the pain and sacrifices you endured. He would be the husband and father you deserved, the man who stood beside you as an equal, not just a protector. The burden of his power and his duties had always weighed heavily on him, but he realized now that he didn’t have to carry it alone.

You stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping your lips, and his heart swelled with an overwhelming love and gratitude. The world outside was filled with uncertainties and dangers, but here, in this moment, everything felt right. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, a promise of better days to come.

“I’m home,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with conviction. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he allowed himself to hope. Hope for a future where the weight of his responsibilities didn’t overshadow the simple joys of life. A future where he could see his son grow up, where he could laugh with his family, where he could find solace in your embrace every night. And with that hope, he drifted into a peaceful sleep beside you, ready to face whatever came next with you by his side.

He couldn’t believe it. How content you had made him — how happy you had made him. And now, he thought you had made him even happier. Even with all that had come to pass, he didn’t think it was a bad thing. He could feel it when he looked at you with his Six Eyes. You probably hadn’t been able to find yourself, being so busy holding everything together in his absence. Yet he could feel it. He could feel the life you had created bubbling in your belly. He could feel it echo with the essence of him and you.

A smile crept onto his face as he gently placed his hand on your stomach, feeling the faint flutter of new life beneath his fingertips. It was as if the universe had given him a second chance, a chance to be there for you and the new life you were bringing into the world. This tiny, growing miracle was a testament to your strength and resilience, a symbol of hope and renewal.

He marveled at the thought of another child, another chance to build a family filled with love and warmth. The future, which had once seemed so bleak and uncertain, now held promise and joy. He thought of your son, soon to be a big brother, and how they would grow up together, surrounded by the love and support of their parents and siblings.

Satoru's heart swelled with gratitude and love as he kissed your belly softly, whispering words of promise to the life growing within you. "I'm here, little baby." he murmured, his voice tender and filled with conviction. "I'll always be here for you, for all of us."

Satoru then held your belly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your skin. You stirred slightly, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips as you murmured groggily, "That tickles."

He chuckled softly, his laughter like a soothing balm. "Sorry," he whispered, not really meaning it but enjoying the sound of your sleepy voice.

You sighed contentedly, your eyes half-opening to meet him. "Do you know?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. "That you’re pregnant again? I can see the baby growing."

You laughed softly, the sound filling the quiet room. "You didn't see Satoshi last time, you know." you teased.

Satoru pouted playfully, his expression a mix of mock offense and genuine amusement. Even with just the moonlight, his childishness can be seen so clearly too. "Satoshi was already too strong as a baby," he defended himself. "He concealed his presence from his papa."

You giggled, reaching up to touch his cheek. "He is his father's son, after all."

He leaned into your touch, his eyes softening with love. "I guess he is," he admitted, a hint of pride in his voice. "But this time, I won't miss a thing. I'll be here, every step of the way."

You smiled, feeling a wave of warmth and gratitude wash over you. "I know you will, Satoru." you said softly, your heart swelling with love for the man beside you. “You’ve never failed at that before.”

Satoru's hand remained on your belly, his tone blossoming with so much love. "I can't wait to meet our new little one." he whispered, his voice filled with awe and anticipation. “I’ve always wanted to have a big family.”

“I know.” You whispered to him, taking his other hand and holding it close with your own. “You’ve talked about it before.”

“But it was just hard…..with everything.” He hums, laying his back against the bed frame. “Now it’s going to be even harder — everyone knows about Satoshi now. And now….”

You shake your head at him. “We will be fine. As we always have been. It will be okay, Satoru. You will save Megumi, the kids. You will do us proud. And we’ll finally get our happily ever after.”

Silence engulfed Satoru for a moment. He kept thinking about his own father. His father had died when he was too young, so he didn’t remember anything about him. But he heard stories. He was a rough man to all, but his mother remembered him differently. And so she had a different story to tell.

Gojo Satoru didn’t want to voice it out loud, but he was worried. He worried that, just like his father, he would be a story to his child. That he would be nothing but a forgotten memory. He wanted to be there. He wanted to be someone who loved his child. He wanted his child to know him as Satoshi did. But he didn’t know what would happen now. He still had to face Sukuna and Kenjaku. And it wasn't that he lacked confidence, but he worried still. He worried, and it hurt him. He felt his heart be heavy about this, more than ever.

As he stared at your loving face, the weight of his fears pressed down on him. The thought of leaving you and his children behind, of becoming just another story, filled him with a deep, aching sorrow. He wanted to be more than a legend or a distant memory; he wanted to be a father, a husband, a man who was present and involved in the lives of those he loved.

His hand tightened slightly on your belly, as if trying to anchor himself to the present moment, to the promise of the future growing inside you. He leaned down, pressing his forehead gently against your stomach, closing his eyes as he whispered a silent vow to himself and to his unborn child.

"I'll be here," he murmured, his voice trembling with emotion. "I won't let you become a story. I'll fight with everything I have to be here, to see you grow, to love you."

“Satoru, you’ll live a long and happy life with us, with me,” you said, looking at him tenderly. Worry echoed in your eyes, though. “You and I, we will grow old together. And die on the same day with our grandchildren and great-grandchildren around us.”

He looked into your eyes, seeing the determination and love there, and felt a warmth spread through his chest. Your unwavering belief in their future together eased some of his fears, but the worry in your eyes mirrored his own. He didn’t want you to worry, he doesn’t like it. Not especially in your condition. But he thinks that you can’t help it. You love him. And loving him will always have its worst. Love after all is a curse among men.

"I want that," he whispered, his hand caressing your cheek. "I want to grow old with you, to see our children grow up, to be surrounded by family. I want to be there for all of it."

He lifted his head, meeting your concerned gaze. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice thick with unspoken fears. "I just... I want to be here. For you, for Satoshi, for our new baby. I don’t want to be just a memory."

You cupped his face, your eyes searching for him. "You won't be." you assured him, your voice filled with unwavering confidence. "We'll face whatever comes together. You're not alone in all of this, my love.”

Satoru nodded, swallowing hard as he tried to push past the lump in his throat. Your words, your presence, gave him strength. He knew the battles ahead would be daunting, but he also knew he had something worth fighting for, something worth living for. You, Satoshi, this babe, Megumi, his beloved students, his adored friends — you were worth living for. You were worth returning from hell from.

"I love you, darling." he whispered, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips. "And I promise, I'll do everything I can to stay with you. To be the father our children deserve."

Your fingers caressed his cheek, your smile a beacon of hope and reassurance. "And we love He smiled, his eyes shimmering with affection. “I know. I love you too.”

You grinned at him and leaned toward him, your lips pressing against his. "And I can't wait to see you as a papa again," you replied, your voice filled with equal parts excitement and tenderness. “You’ll be so beloved by this babe, Satoru. And I know you’ll love our child so much too.”

“I already love them,” he whispered, his smile the epitome of joy itself. “I can imagine it already. They’re moving so powerfully in your belly. I’m pretty sure they’re going to blow us all away.”

You laughed, the sound bright and full of hope. “Can you imagine, Yaga teaching this kid the way Gakuganji has taught me?”

Satoru chuckled, the thought filling him with a mix of amusement and anticipation. "Oh, that would be something to see. Another little powerhouse in the making. But you know, with our combined stubbornness and spirit, I think we’re going to have our hands full.”

"Definitely," you agreed, your eyes sparkling with joy. "But we'll manage. We always do."

He nodded, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. "Yeah, we will. Together."

"You will be," you replied firmly, your hand covering his. "We'll make it through this, Satoru. Together. We'll have the future we've always dreamed of."

He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours, drawing strength from your presence. "Thank you," he whispered. "For believing in me, in us. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to find out," you promised, your voice soft but resolute. "Because we're in this together, always. For better or for worse.”

Before Satoru could respond, the door to your bedroom creaked open, the sound slicing through the quiet of the night. A small figure shuffled inside, barely visible in the dim light filtering through the curtains. It was young Gojo Satoshi, his small form barely reaching the edge of the bed. He looked distressed, your little boy. Satoru’s eyes softened at the sight of your darling boy.

Clutching his favorite stuffed animal tightly to his chest, he paused at the foot of the bed, uncertainty etched on his face. You and Satoru turned towards him simultaneously, your hearts melting at the sight of your son standing there, his eyes wide and teary. His pajamas were rumpled, his hair tousled from sleep, and it was evident that something had unsettled him deeply.

"Mama, Papa," Satoshi whispered, his voice barely audible above the soft hum of the room. He took a hesitant step closer, seeking comfort in the warmth of his parents' presence.

Satoru's heart clenched with concern as he reached out a comforting hand towards Satoshi. "Come here, Satoshi." he said gently, his voice a soothing murmur. "What's wrong, my little dawn?"

Satoshi hesitated for a moment, his lower lip trembling as he struggled to find the words to articulate his fear. "I... I had a nightmare," he finally managed to say, his voice wavering with emotion. "There was a big monster... and I couldn't find you and Papa."

You exchanged a knowing glance with Satoru, silently communicating your shared concern for your son's well-being. Without a second thought, Gojo Satoru lifted the covers, creating a welcoming space between the two of you. "It's okay, dearest dawn." he reassured, his voice soft but firm. "You're safe now. Come, lie down with us."

Satoshi blinked back tears, relief flooding his features as he scrambled onto the bed. He nestled himself between you and Satoru, his small body seeking solace in the warmth and familiarity of his parents. Satoru wrapped an arm protectively around him, pulling him close, while you gently smoothed his hair, offering some tender comfort that could never be echoed in words.

"What was the monster like, Satoshi?" you asked softly, your voice a gentle lullaby in the quiet of the room.

Satoshi took a deep breath, his eyes still wide with lingering fear. "It was... big and scary," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I... I wasn’t strong enough, mama. It was too much!”

Satoru's heart twisted with empathy as he listened to his son's words. He tightened his hold around Satoshi, his voice filled with reassurance. "Monsters aren't real, my dearest boy." he said firmly, brushing a gentle kiss on his forehead. "But even if they were, I would never let anything harm you. Papa will always protect you."

Satoshi looked up at Satoru, his eyes searching his father's face for any sign of doubt. Finding none, he nodded slowly, a flicker of relief passing over his features. "Really, Papa?"

"Really," Satoru affirmed, his voice steady and unwavering. "You're safe with us, always."

You leaned over, pressing a kiss to Satoshi's cheek. "We love you so much, sweetheart," you murmured, your voice filled with tenderness. "You're our brave little boy."

Satoshi's shoulders relaxed, the tension melting away as he nestled deeper into the embrace of his parents. "I love you too, Mama and Papa," he whispered, his eyes growing heavy with exhaustion.

"We love you more than anything." Satoru and you said in unison, their voices a gentle promise of unconditional love.

As your son Satoshi drifted off to sleep, his breathing slowing into the steady rhythm of peace, you and Satoru exchanged a soft smile. In that quiet moment, surrounded by the warmth and love of your family, you knew that together, you could weather any storm. And as the night wrapped it's comforting arms around you, you held onto each other, cherishing the precious bond that bound your hearts together.

Gojo Satoru was happiest here, he knew.

Whatever gods there are, he thanks them now.

For you and his children, will be his dearest treasures.

epilogue

In the days that followed Gojo Satoshi’s night of nightmares, life settled into a gentle rhythm once more. The worry that had momentarily clouded Satoru’s heart lifted as he watched his son regain his usual spark, chasing after Tsumiki's cat or eagerly helping with simple tasks around the house.

One evening, with the leaves dancing in the breeze outside, you and Satoru decided it was time to share some exciting news with Satoshi. The three of you gathered in the cozy living room, nestled together on the couch as the fire crackled softly in the hearth.

“Satoshi,” you began, your voice warm with anticipation. “Your papa and I have something special to tell you.”

Satoshi looked up from his coloring book, his curiosity piqued. “What is it, Mama?”

Satoru took a deep breath, a smile spreading across his face as he exchanged a meaningful glance with you. “You’re going to be an elder brother, my dearest dawn!” he announced, his voice tinged with joy.

Satoshi blinked, processing the words for a moment before his face lit up in realization. “Wait... really?” he exclaimed, his eyes widening with excitement.

You nodded, your heart swelling with happiness as you watched your son’s reaction. “Yes, really, little one.” you confirmed, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately. “You’re going to have a little brother or sister.”

Satoru thinks that your son will always be the morning sun.His name is just perfect. He was truly the dawn that made your lives ever so beautiful. It’s the way his smile will make him undone, it will always make him feel like the world is bigger than it actually was. When Satoshi was born, all he could think about was that he filled what was empty in Gojo Satoru’s life. And that will never change. Not even if there is a new little one coming along.

Satoru worried about telling Satoshi, because in these past four, five years — he was the only son. He had gotten doted upon as a little lordling, the only dawn in his parent’s lives. But Satoru feels glad that your son was happy. That Satoshi already loves his little sibling as much as Satoru loves this little baby in your belly already.

Satoshi’s eyes darted between you and Satoru, a thousand questions bubbling up within him. “When will the baby come?” he asked eagerly. “Will the baby be able to play with me?”

“In a few months, little dawn.” Satoru replied, his voice filled with tenderness. “But you’ll have to wait until the baby’s a bit older and stronger to play with them, hm?”

“It’s okay!” Satoshi beams tenderly. “I can wait. I’ll take care of the baby and make sure that they’ll grow up strong!”

“You’ll be the best big brother, Satoshi. We know it.” You smiled at your son, kissing the edge of his brow. “You’re already so kind to them.”

Satoshi beamed with pride, a sense of responsibility settling over him as he realized the importance of his new role. You think that you were truly blessed — to have such an endearing little boy who wants to do nothing but good. Who wants to love as much as he can. Who wants to be as kind as he could. You could see all the good, the wonder, the beauty of your husband in your little boy. And you hope that he will grow up to be just like his father.

“I can’t wait!” he declared, his excitement contagious. “I can’t wait to be a big brother!”

You and Satoru exchanged a glance, delighted by Satoshi's enthusiasm. The room seemed to glow with warmth and anticipation, the air buzzing with the promise of new beginnings. As Satoshi's excitement bubbled over, he jumped up from the couch and threw his arms around both of you in a tight hug, his little face radiant with joy.

“I’ll be the best big brother out there, mama, papa! I swear!”

"You will, my little dawn," you said, squeezing him gently. "And you're going to be amazing at it."

Satoru chuckled warmly, ruffling Satoshi's hair affectionately. "What mama said is correct! You're going to be the best big brother this baby could ask for."

Satoshi grinned from ear to ear, his imagination already racing with thoughts of teaching his new sibling all the things he loved. "I'll teach them how to play jujutsu and how to be brave like Papa! I’m going to be as good as Megumi–oniichan!”

The mention of Megumi was a bit gut-wrenching. Satoru’s eyes dimmed a little, a flicker of sadness passing through them, but he continued to smile, his expression gentle yet tinged with longing. You noticed the shift in his demeanor and pursed your lips, feeling a pang of empathy for the ache he carried.

You could only hope that you and Satoru would be good enough. Good enough to create a home where Megumi would feel welcomed back, where he could find solace and warmth after all he had been through. You hoped that soon enough, Megumi would be by your side again, sharing in the joys and challenges of raising this new baby alongside you both.

Satoru glanced at you, sensing your thoughts, and reached out to gently squeeze your hand, offering silent reassurance and solidarity. He shared your hopes, your dreams of a future where their family would be whole once more. You take his hand and kiss the edge of his hand.

"I want Megumi to be a part of this too," Satoru murmured softly, his voice filled with determination. "I want him to see how much love we have to give, to watch this baby grow as he watched Satoshi grow."

You nodded, feeling a surge of determination and love for the family you were building together. "We'll make it happen," you replied firmly, your voice tinged with quiet resolve. "We'll create a home where Megumi knows he's always welcomed, always loved."

That night was filled with the tender innocence of childhood dreams and the quiet anticipation of parenthood. After tucking Satoshi into bed, his eyes bright with excitement for the sibling yet to come, you and Satoru stood together in the doorway of his room, soaking in the purity of his joy-filled imagination.

Satoshi had whispered animatedly about the adventures he envisioned sharing with the new baby—games in the backyard, secret hideouts in the attic, and bedtime stories where he would be the storyteller, just like Papa. His enthusiasm was infectious, filling the air with a palpable sense of hope and new beginnings.

You and Satoru listened with hearts full of love, cherishing these fleeting moments that held the promise of a growing family. As Satoshi's voice eventually faded into soft snores, you closed his door gently, the sound resonating with the quiet serenity of the night.

Satoru turned to you, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the hallway light. With a tender smile, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. The warmth of his embrace was reassuring, a silent affirmation of the love and unity you shared.

"I can't wait to see where happiness begins." he murmured, his voice a gentle murmur against your hair. His words held a mix of excitement and wonder, as if he was already imagining the new dynamics their family would soon embrace.

"Me too." you whispered back, leaning into his embrace. The softness of his touch, the steady beat of his heart against yours, filled you with a profound sense of gratitude and anticipation for the future.

In that moment, standing in the quiet hallway bathed in moonlight, you knew that together, you and Satoru look at each other. There was no need for anymore words. You just needed each other. You just needed this moment.

You smiled at him, and he smiles back. Just a little bit more, everything will be over. You will finally live in peace. You’ll be happy. You’ll grow old together. You believe it so. And you wish that it would be enough.

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u3pxx · 9 months

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S 2024?!?!

next, you're gonna tell me it's gonna be some made-up year like "2025" next. tch, imagine that.

anyways, whoo! 2023! compared to both 2022 and 2021, i gotta say, my art style took a hard swerve in some direction this year. i mean, look at that klavier from january and that butch kim from just this december! (granted, i heavily referenced the portrait of butch kim but still, i didn't use to paint! mama mia!)

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the way i drew faces has definitely changed, that's what i get for getting into something that's live-action and into smth that has realistically proportioned art lol

OH! OH! HOW COULD I FORGET!!! IT WAS (and still will be) THE YEAR OF THE OLD MAN!! i really learned how to draw aged faces this year! ach fraulein, i have not stopped drawing people in their 40's-50's! i would say "send help" but i'm actually having a lot of fun ASKSKS

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i think a funny thing about these art summaries i've done is that they're mostly ace attorney but then there's just a month where i become a different type of ill LMAO this year it was four months for the price of two new interests!

cheers! here's to 2024!!! hope y'all have a fun art year!!!!

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i'm gonna ramble more below about like, other art things i did this year but i'm gonna put it under 'keep reading' bc this baby is getting way too wordy now WHEEZES

1. FAVORITE THINGS I'VE DRAWN THIS YEAR (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)

⚖️ mea culpa comic [x]

drawing this one was so time-consuming and ambitious but boy, do i love the end result! i had fun doing the inks for this one but was it a lot! i usually color in lineart and render everything but i had to stop myself from doing it for this one bc man, i'll die asksks

this also has some of my favorite apollos i've drawn, definitely

also! the part about the lineart not being colored and no rendering ended up being a deliberate stylistic choice for this one bc i had like more freedom to do just shadows with inks without it looking too out of place.

💐 my lawfully wedded zine spread [x]

now this one isn't out yet but take my word for when i say that this is one of the most craxy things i've ever drawn for this year, on account of drawing a comic AND group shot all in one!

also literally one of the prettiest things i've rendered this year, lookit that klav...

🎉 aa4 redraw - 2022 anniversary [x]

kind of like my wedding zine piece, group photos are insane, and rendering like uhhh [looks at drawing] 11 CHARACTERS IS ALSO INSANE if i try and draw a group photo again you have to stop me DFGHDJ

🎨 my art fight stuff [x] [x]

was possessed in the month of july or smth bc i pumped out like how many drawings so quickly (before i got burnt out that is pftt)

pace yourselves and don't be like me pls ajshgdghhjk

💥 people park day [x]

my friend told me that it was very obvious i watched across the spiderverse when they saw this FDFGHJD

but yea! this is when i started getting really into like, thought bubbles or just like, panels or drawings within a drawing when coming up with layouts

i still love the colors on this one...

🪩 fem disco portraits

ok so i haven't uploaded these yet but you have to trust me when i say that something was in the water DFGHDJ

who knew that all it took for me to learn how to paint was butches

2. ALSO DID YOU KNOW THAT I SOLD STICKERS THIS YEAR IN OUR UNI'S ART MART?

THE ONLY GOOD THING ABOUT THAT SCHOOL I SWEAR PFTTT this experience has also awaken the merch beast in me and i need to make more physical things for my brain to be happy, that's just how it be pfttt

hopefully next year i can actually start like a shopee shop or whatever lmao

3. ART FIGHT

i'm actually quite happy i got to participate in art fight this year! very delighted for all the art i've gotten and very fun to have drawn for others too!!

4. ZINES

i got invited and joined so many zines from 2022 continuing to 2023 that i kind of got burnt out from participating for now ngl ASKSKSKS not gonna be joining much this year oopsiessss! (unless i lose self-control [very likely])

5. SCHOOL

i don't actually like a lot of the stuff i draw for art school bc i tend to cram and not have fun pftt <- adhd moment, tragic! but here are some that i actually kind of like lol

6. THAT'S IT!

i think that's it! thanks for reading all the way down here!! o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

#art summary #art summary 2023 #sunnysidedraws #sunnysiderambles

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Afterglow (Matt Murdock x Reader)

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a/n: another taylor swift song fic lmfao i just cannot help myself, this one is so angsty i almost felt bad for Matt just writing it (someone pls give that man a hug, he NEEDS one) also i feel so bad about not posting that i didnt even send this one to my beta reader i just posted it and hoped for the best lmfao

Summary: Matt and Reader have an argument that feels like it might be relationship-ending after Matt's hectic lifestyle as Daredevil catches up with him.

warnings: ANGST BRO SO MUCH ANGST, matty really just deserves the world, angry matt at the beginning, soft matt and foggy convo, matt doesn't know how to accept love, super soft matt at the end, some religious imagery i guess, happy ending

I blew things out of proportion, now you're blue

Put you in jail for something you didn’t do

I pinned your hands behind your back, oh

Thought I had reason to attack, but no

Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves

Chemistry 'til it blows up, 'til there’s no us

Why'd I have to break what I love so much?

It's on your face, and I'm to blame, I need to say

The door slammed behind Matt in a fitful rage, and he was so pissed off, so intense in his anger that he wanted to turn around and slam it again, just to lash out a second time. It was so unlike him to be this way, so unlike him to allow the festering wound that was his soul show itself so plainly, but it had been a long night, long year, long life and he was fucking tired.

And you. You. You. You. You’d been caught in the crossfire.

“Fuck.” Matt breathed, already regretting the argument that he’d started simply because he hadn’t been able to reel the Devil back in after a long night. The tight leash he held on the part of him that he hated, the part of him that you’d never seen because he’d hidden it so deep inside himself every night, was a ghost in his hands. The line between Matthew the person and Daredevil the vigilante had been blurring for months, but tonight was the first time he’d let it slip through the careful facade he’d been constructing around himself. He was a shattered window, ready to break at the slightest bit of pressure.

The cold sliced into Matt’s skin as he stepped through the doorway at the front of his building, a sobering chill of wind that triggered the memory of your eyes welling with tears. He’d been relentless in his anger, and what for? Because he had a bad night? Because he couldn’t save everyone, and somehow that was your fault?

Asshole is the word you’re looking for, Matthew.

Matt groaned and pulled his phone out of his pocket, dialing Foggy’s number before he could talk himself out of it.

“It’s three in the morning, Matt.” Foggy said by way of greeting, voice still heavy with sleep. “You’re not somewhere dying are you?”

“Only metaphorically.” Matt replied, shuffling his feet. He lowered himself to sit on the stairs beneath him, huffing as his body settled against the concrete. The metal of the railing dug into his temple as he rested his head against it, an uncomfortable reminder that the only person to blame for this was himself.

“You okay?” Foggy’s tone had shifted from a sleepy annoyance to somewhat concerned.

Matt closed his eyes. He didn’t deserve the love he received from his friends.

“I’m-” He started, but cut himself off when he realized he had no idea what he was going to say. Was he okay? No, he didn’t think so.

“You’re kinda freaking me out here, man.”

“I fucked up, Foggy.” He deflated as he admitted it.

“With her?” Foggy pressed.

“With her. With everything.” Matt shrugged, blinking away the tears burning the back of his eyes. Your sudden return to his thoughts felt like whiplash, and he couldn’t catch his breath. “She deserves better than me.”

“Matt,” Foggy chided, and Matt could tell he was shaking his head, “Don’t say that. She loves you.”

“Maybe not anymore.” Matt knew how ridiculous and juvenile he sounded, but the Matthew-Murdock-party-of-one pity party was in full effect, and he was leaning into the sad corner of his being so aggressively he couldn’t stop himself from saying it.

“She loves you.” Foggy repeated. “I don’t think anything could change that. What happened?”

“I had a bad night and yelled at her. It was stupid and I feel like an ass-”

“An asshole.” Foggy finished, and Matt couldn’t stop the chuckle that followed this observation. “Listen, did you tell her any of this?”

“Not yet.” The longer Matt sat, the more he hated himself for leaving. The words he had shouted echoed in his mind. “She should just leave. I’m never going to be able to give her what she deserves.”

“What about what you deserve, Matt?” Foggy asked, heated in the defense of his very best friend, “You deserve to be loved, too.”

Matt sat with Foggy’s statement for a second, letting the love wash over him for the briefest moment. Is this what it’s like for the kind of people who can easily accept the love of others? His body felt warm and fuzzy, an unfamiliar but comforting sensation that had him rubbing the heel of his hand across his chest.

“I should go apologize and hope to God she’ll take me back.” Matt sighed.

“She will, Matt.” Foggy assured him. “She will.”

Matt returned the phone to his pocket and turned, heading back into the place that held his entire aching heart.

It's so excruciating to see you low

Just wanna lift you up and not let you go

This ultraviolet morning light below

Tells me this love is worth the fight, oh

I lived like an island, punished you with silence

Went off like sirens, just crying

Why'd I have to break what I love so much?

It’s on your face, don't walk away, I need to say

Hey, it's all me, in my head

I'm the one who burned us down

But it's not what I meant

Sorry that I hurt you

When Matt reentered the apartment, it had only been twenty minutes since he’d stormed out, but it had felt like hours. You were in the same place that he’d left you - curled up in a sitting position on the sofa - except now your cheeks were coated with salty tears that permeated the air around you. Matt tasted them on his tongue the second he opened the door, a twinge of pain shooting through his chest as he realized just how bad the situation was. You were so deep in thought, cycling through the words Matt had spat at you, that you hadn’t noticed his arrival.

“Petal?” Matt called softly, alerting you to his presence in the room. You startled, turning to look in his direction. The silence before you responded was deafening and anxiety inducing, something Matt had never handled well. He wrung his hands together and took a step closer to you. Finally, you spoke.

“You came back.”

Not a question, but not really a statement either. A simple observation that left Matt stumbling over his words.

“I uh…never really left. I was just downstairs.” He scratched the back of his neck. “On the steps out front. I didn’t go far.”

“I thought you weren’t coming back.”

Matt’s lip wobbled as he inhaled sharply and asked, “Do you want me to go?”

He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to that question. He listened to your answer anyway. He would listen to any words you had to offer, even if they were words that might kill him.

“You said some terrible things, Matt.” You sniffled, sighing heavily as another wave of tears coated your cheeks. “You said ‘If you can’t handle this, I don’t think we should be together anymore.’ And the funny thing is, I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be handling.”

“Petal, I-” Matt began, shaking his head.

“No, Matt.” Your voice had suddenly become very firm and very loud, all at once. Matt flinched. “I’m not finished.” You adjusted your body, leaning your head back against the sofa before continuing. “I don’t know who you are anymore. My Matty would never keep things from me or disappear for days at a time or yell at me. The man I fell in love with is missing, and I don’t know what to do to get him back.”

The hold Matt had on his tears was obliterated as you admitted your feelings to him. Warm tears fell down his face, every droplet an admission of guilt. You were right, of course. Matt hadn’t felt like himself in months, and instead of trying to get a grip on himself, he had been leaning into the suit every night, forcing his mind to focus on other things. He always took on the brunt of the pain in any situation - he’d been doing this his entire life - but he had not realized how much of that pain was being transferred to you every time he forgot himself.

“Baby, I’m- I can’t even say how sorry I am.” Matt sank to his knees in front of you, pleading. “You’re right about everything, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I can’t be good enough for you or come home to you after work like a normal boyfriend would and I’m sorry for the things I said. I never wanted to hurt you the way I did. I will never, ever, deserve your love.” He swallowed a sob as he admitted what he thought was the truest thing he’d ever said out loud. “Foggy told me I deserve love but I’ve thought and thought about it and I can’t imagine a world where your love will ever feel like anything but a gift to me.”

You sighed again, sniffling as you lifted your hand to cradle Matt’s wet cheek.

“I know I’m fucking it up. I’m sorry I can’t be more. This is all I have to offer, and I know it’s selfish to ask you to keep loving me but I can’t be without you. You’re all I have.”

“I don’t understand, Matty.” You shook your head, furrowing your brows.

“You’re the only thing that brings me home. And I don’t mean physically. You’re the only reason I can find my way back to myself. You remind me of the love the world is capable of. Not even Foggy can do that for me the way that you do. Can’t you see that you’re it for me? Without you, I am just a man walking hand in hand with the Devil. There is no point without you.”

“Matty.” You sighed, caressing his cheekbones as tears cascaded down his face.

Matt wasn’t sure what he wanted you to say. That he did deserve love, or maybe that you weren’t going to leave him after tonight was over, or maybe anything besides ‘I don’t love you anymore’.

“Don’t leave me.” He begged, barely above a whisper, so tired of the war raging in his mind. If there was anything he was capable of doing tonight, it was pleading with you for this. Beyond that, he was useless. “Don’t leave.”

“Will you lay with me?” You asked, and Matt nearly collapsed into your hold. It was not what he was expecting, but he would take it. The inevitable self-hatred and doubt about this moment echoed in the back of his mind, but he was ignoring it for once. All he wanted to do was lay with you, so that’s exactly what he did.

Tell me that you're still mine

Tell me that we'll be just fine

Even when I lose my mind

I need to say

Tell me that it's not my fault

Tell me that I'm all you want

Even when I break your heart

I need to say

I don't wanna do, I don't wanna do this to you (Ooh)

I don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose this with you (Ooh)

I need to say, hey, it's all me, just don't go

Meet me in the afterglow

Matt was on the verge of tears again, lying next to you in the bed that you had shared with each other for so many nights. He was so afraid of losing this, losing you. He wasn’t entirely sure he would survive if you asked him to leave after this. He wasn’t entirely sure that mindset was healthy, either, but that didn’t stop him from contemplating it. He was here, and you were here, and if he was destined to live in this doubt forever, then at least he would die next to you.

Your tears had long dried up, but the ache deep inside you was palpable and overwhelming and he didn’t know what to do. The hand you had led him here with, the one that you still held, the only thing connecting your body to his was his safety blanket. This was what people called a safe space, he thought. For the first time in a long time, Matt began to silently pray.

He prayed for you, and he prayed for himself, and mostly, he prayed for love. He prayed that the night would last forever, so that he could lay next to you for the remainder of his life. He prayed for forgiveness, and begged for yours. He prayed for the strength it would take if you didn’t grant it to him. Because if you asked him to leave, he would. It would hurt and possibly - no, definitely - kill him, but he’d do it, because you deserved that, at least. The possibilities of the night were endless, and that was the scariest thing to Matt. Anything could happen.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked, lightly squeezing his hand.

“I’m praying.” He murmured, squeezing your hand back.

“About what?”

“About you.”

“Oh, Matty.”

The smile on your face, the steady thump of your elevated heart rate, felt like a win. Comfortable silence overtook the room, and you were so still for so long that anyone else might’ve thought you had fallen asleep, but Matt knew better. You were thinking, contemplating every word that had been shouted, pleaded, and begged tonight. All the while, Matt prepared himself for the worst.

“The sun’s coming up.” You murmured.

“Yeah?” It was all he could muster. Everything hurt, and he never wanted this moment to end.

“Yeah.” You swept your fingertips over his cheeks, following the path of the sun as it draped itself across both of your bodies.

Matt swallowed, opened his mouth to ask the dreaded question, and then closed it and swallowed again. The gentle caress of your fingers felt like a brand in his skin. Finally, in a thick voice he asked for the second time in a matter of hours, “Do you want me to go?”

“Oh, Matty.” You whispered, tears welling in your eyes, and Matt’s heart sank into the ground below him. He thought he could do this, but he couldn’t. He was just supposed to leave what you had built with him? After everything, he was just supposed to count his losses and move on? No fucking way. His breathing had picked up, and he was so focused on his pounding heart that he almost missed the rest of your sentence. “I never wanted you to go. I just wanted you to understand how lonely I’ve been without you. I’m upset with you, but I’ll always love you, and I’ll never be the one asking you to leave.”

Matt stopped breathing for a moment, soaking in the warm relief as it crashed through him. He didn’t have to go, and you loved him. You loved him. You loved him.

“Are you sure?” He forced himself to ask, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do.

You let out a small giggle and pressed your lips to his forehead before responding. “Of course I’m sure, Matty. But it has to change, okay? We can’t do this to each other again.”

Matt could hardly believe the words coming out of your mouth. He would do anything to keep you here, holding him, keeping him safe, loving him. Anything.

“I promise.” He murmured, grabbing at your face to pull it closer to his. “I love you.”

He pressed a million kisses into your face until you let out the melodic laugh that he felt he could get drunk on. He would do anything to hear that sound again, to be the one causing that sound. Anything.

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