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peachsayshi · 3 months ago

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// brutally soft // I.

baby daddy!sukuna x reader

tags: non curse au; fluff; tension; reader and sukuna are co-parents; girl dad sukuna; mentions troubled past with sukuna; alludes to significant size different | wc: 1,653 | read this for more context

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You didn’t think it was possible for a five year old to render you speechless, nor did you think she was capable of making your former lover blush the deepest shade of tomato red. You part your lips in surprise, stunned as you look down at her innocent expression. She’s sitting on your living room floor, her face perched on her palms with her elbows resting against the coffee table. Her wide eyes drift between you and Sukuna sitting on the sofa, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she tilts her head slightly out of intrigue.

“Mama?” She presses, begging for an answer.

Your mouth moves but no words come out. You’re trying to formulate a proper response that’s palatable for her, one that will be enough to subdue any further questions.

Except you’re not quite sure how to answer: “why don’t you and daddy ever kiss?” without making her pry even more into your history with her father.

Sukuna runs his large palms back and forth nervously over his thigh, the muscles on his inked forearms tensing up.

“We kiss,” you fib, because what else are you supposed to say, “of course we do!”

Your daughter’s face falters, and she quirks her brow as sassily as her father when they both mirror the same expression to look at you.

You glance back at Sukuna, giving him an awkward smile because at least you said something all the while he just sat there.

“No, you don’t…” your daughter insists.

“Yeah, yeah that’s right…we do…of course, we do…” Sukuna pipes in with a mumble, finally catching on to your attempts as he reverts his attention on to his precious girl.

“I’ve never seen it,” she points out with a pout, scolding her father playfully in return.

“That’s because we don’t do it in front of you,” Sukuna remarks. “Besides, who wants to see their parents kiss?”

His daughter rolls her eyes, “all other mommies and daddies do it, except you guys. It makes no sense…”

She’s got the tiniest voice and the softest lisp, but her attitude is entirely her father. She’s bold and blunt, never afraid to say exactly what she’s thinking or to point the obvious.

“Oji-san kisses oba-san in front of Shiro…” she mumbles, dropping both her hands onto the coffee table and crumpling the paper that she is using to draw her little family portrait.

At the mention of his younger brother Sukuna can’t help but grimace. Yuji was incredibly affectionate towards his wife, wearing his heart on his sleeve entirely which just makes Sukuna grumble with annoyance. He’s always been a little envious of his younger brother, who never had to face the world as harshly as Sukuna. With an eleven year gap between them, Sukuna witnessed his parents becoming actual parents. They were young when they had him, and therefore had no clue what it took to raise or take care of a child. Sukuna was caught in the middle of their relationship for most of his childhood, all the while Yuji got to see the peaceful harmony once they finally made up.

“I’m just saying…” your daughter adds on, “…it’s weird.”

You breathe out a sigh in defeat, knowing full well that she won’t let go of the subject until she gets some consolation.

So incredibly stubborn just like her dad.

Without considering the repercussions, you reach your hand out and clutch Sukuna’s chin delicately between your fingers. You tilt his head towards you, noticing the slow register of your touch wash over his face as you lean up to kiss his cheek.

However, you misjudged your aim, because Sukuna tilted his head down in return, and you wound up leaving a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth instead.

Your lips lingered for only a few seconds, three to be exact, before you retracted and turned towards your daughter.

“See?” You insist, holding onto Sukuna’s chin like it’s evidence between your fingers. “We kiss!”

Your daughter’s mouth forms into a line, clearly unimpressed. The older she’s getting the more she’s picking up on the little things that you guys were hiding so well.

But it’s still way too complicated, and you and Sukuna haven't even discussed how to approach this yet.

“I guess,” she says with a shrug of her shoulders, before returning to her drawing.

You didn’t even know that Sukuna has his focus still locked onto your lips tuntil you turn to look back at him.His gaze is soft, the muscles of his handsome features melting between your touch. There’s a hint of sorrow that twinkles in his eyes, and when you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth apologetically, you notice that you left a lipstick stain in your wake.

“Sorry,” you mouth, and carefully use your thumb to swipe over the mark.

But your heart seizes quickly, your spine growing still when Sukuna mildly inches forward like he’s about to go in for another kiss.

You remember what it was like to kiss him. He was an exceptionally good kisser, even though he probably doesn’t know it himself. You’ve spent hours losing time locked against those lips, allowing his tongue to taste every last drop of you.

There’s a twitch in your chest, everything around you going quiet. Heat pricks the back of your neck when his lips draw just a breath away from yours, and you swear to yourself that he grazed over your mouth with a featherlight touch.

But Sukuna stops suddenly, catching himself.

“Be right back,” he whispers, his voice dipping so low you can’t help but clench your thighs together.

He shoots up from his seat, detangling quickly as he brushes you off, and leaving you to stare aimlessly at his broad back and overbearing muscles. Your sofa suddenly appears a lot larger with all that free space.

You press both hands to your cheeks, licking your lips as the apprehension runs through you as a cold chill. You can’t even remember when was the last time you kissed the father of your child, but you didn’t think that such a small act would have such a lingering effect.

You thought you were over this. Over him. That chapter was closed a long, long time ago.

You look up at the cause of this unexpected interaction, your daughter’s short attention span keeping her focused on her doodle while she hums to herself.

Sukuna returns with his head held high a few minutes after, and plops down on the sofa with his weight prompting you to bounce lightly in place.

That’s when you felt it, a hint of cold hitting your brow like a tiny droplet of rain.

Your furrow your brows then notice that your Sukuna’s hair is actually damp, with little tears trickling down the back of his neck.

The tips of his ears are still burning red.

You part your lips in awe.

Sukuna is a master at making you blush. At making any woman blush, frankly. But you don’t think you’ve ever actually seen that reaction on him.

It stuns you how much it suits him, and surprises you even more of just how cute he looks trying to hide it.

“Daddy, can you help me?” Your daughter asks, finally focusing back on the two of you while her finger draws out an outline of what appears to be two arms.

“Whatever you want, Princess…” Sukuna responds, and obediently gets up from his seat.

He perches himself on the floor, the size difference between him and your little girl doing nothing to help the sudden hammering in your chest.

He’s so, so gentle with her.

She crawls onto his lap, holding the sheet of paper in her hand, before setting herself back up while sitting on his thighs.She points to the drawing with her index finger, “I don’t know how to draw your tattoos…”

Sukuna chuckles, a glimpse of his smile making you to scratch the warmth off the back of your neck.

He picks up a black pencil, “you’re a better artist than me, kid,” he states honestly, “not quite sure what I can do to help…”

She wraps her arms around his neck, leaving her dad to carry on the effort.

“I’ll explain the shapes and you draw it!” She says with a kiss to his cheek.

It’ll never cease to amaze you how easily he bends to her will. Sukuna had no interest in any of this, and was obstinate in every sense of the word. Nothing could turn that man into a docile cat except when it comes to your little girl. He’s present with her, this part of him just so different, and even after five years it still feels a tad unfamiliar.

There’s a slight tightness in your throat because this is all you wanted when you were together. After the break up and surprise pregnancy, you didn’t realize how hard he took it when you told him that you have zero expectations of him being involved in your daughter’s life. You were just informing him out of moral obligation, but something switched on inside him after that.

It may not have been for you, but he made that change for her, and seeing them together now, you recognize just how much that man loves his little girl.

That fact alone makes you undeniably happy.

So happy you wish you could give him a real kiss for it.

Your daughter moves to pat his head in gesture of a good job as Sukuna follows her instructions to the T, but her faces scrunches with disgust when she threads her fingers between his locks.

“Daddy, why is your hair wet?”

Sukuna brings his free hand to massage the back of her scalp, “Pay attention to the drawing, missy…and stop asking so many damn, I mean uh-darn questions…” he responds, leaving a kiss on her brow and doing everything in his power to make sure that he avoids looking back at you.

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hiraethwa · 7 days ago

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how to kill a god

one from <the collection — how to kill a god>

pairing. gojo satoru x reader

cw. abusive treatment (from the clan), toxic, taken away from family, non-canon compliant, special grade sorcerer!reader, non-canon lore!

wc. 2.5k

you are a weapon, and weapons do not weep.

gojo satoru, heir to the gojo clan, was born on a snowy day in december. his bright cries ringing clear as his mother faints from the thirty-two long hours of labor. the small bundle of power kicking furiously within the embrace of his father’s arms for all of thirty seconds before he blinked his curious cerulean eyes open—and was immediately whisked away to safety and protection.

gojo satoru, blessed with the six eyes, destined to be the strongest sorcerer of the modern age, was adopted into the main branch of the gojo clan minutes later, ink on the papers barely dry before the clan leader announces its heir.

the seismic shift of power balance in the jujutsu world culminated by his very birth spread rapidly through the world like a special grade earthquake, resounding tremors rearranging the jujutsu hierarchy.

in stark comparison, your birth was nothing close to the chaos that was gojo satoru. born to a mundane family outside the jujutsu sphere, you were the eldest of two siblings—a sister who was three years younger—in a quiet village located in northern japan where your family lived peacefully for the first ten years of your life.

before the commissioned sorcerer knocked on your front door, took one look at your eyes—golden like the rising sun—and stole you away from your loved ones.

at least, that’s the version of your story that you prefer, since all you have is a hazy and unreliable memory of that day. a blur of confusion and tears as the sorcerer coaxed an almost ten year old you away from your family, your parents waving goodbye to their sweet daughter—were those tears on their face?

you stare at the scene playing out before you, an outsider looking into a piece of her own memory.

you are never quite sure which piece of detail is real and which piece of detail is imagined, all but a tangled web of pieces that lives on in your memory, unable to differentiate what they fed you from the truth.

what is the truth? you were born for young master gojo, exactly six lunar cycles apart, precise to the exact second you came into the world, quiet and peaceful, golden eyes watching with care and intention. you know the latter to be true, having heard the proud recount from your parents to neighbors, friends, family.

they had scoured the entire island nation to find you, the promised one with golden eyes, who would save their precious heir from death’s door. so they took you, fed and clothed you, taught you everything there is to know in the jujutsu world, trained you so that you may rival the very best. put their hopes in you that you can one day become who their history records says.

if only so you could die for gojo satoru.

you had refused to believe that your parents willingly sold you off to the gojo clan, managing to escape the watchful eyes of your sensei, kaito-san and a few others on more than one occasion, finding your way home. the small slivers of images of a happy family pushing you onwards even as your feet fail.

each time, they had found you and dragged you back to the sprawling estate, kicking and screaming, that one snow haired and blue eyed young master nowhere to be seen.

each time but one, when you found your way through overnight trains and dingy buses, only to find your home abandoned. the painted walls peeling from the onslaught of elements, the front door creaking open with a light push to reveal empty rooms and dusty stale air, signs of mildew creeping along the edges of the structure.

not a hint of its former inhabitants.

as if they never existed. as if you never existed in this place.

the scene before you shifts into the neglected house that is imprinted in your mind.

to the memory where kaito-sensei finds you there hours later, hugging your knees to your chest against the rotting floorboards. you had not bothered to try to return—where? your home is long gone with its occupants—knowing that they would find you without fail each time.

everyone you loved was gone. vanished without a single trace. did your parents really sell you off like chattel like they claimed?

and so you allowed them to escort you into the car and back to the estate, and had not tried to run away again. your purpose taken, and a new one installed in its place by your puppeteers—the same one they had tried to force down your throat for years suddenly taking hold with the recent vacancy.

everything you once poured into reuniting with your family, every focus, every thought, every effort now poured towards the sapphire eyes that haunt you in your dreams. the one that everyone calls the strongest, even at your age.

perhaps—perhaps if you became good enough they would claim you as their daughter again. if you caught up to the one they proclaim the strongest, would they want you back? perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

foolish. you were so foolish to trust kaito-san with your desire to be better, stronger. your mistake is evident the moment you learn that he is also the sensei to the young master, the one with those icy blue eyes, hard like glittering gems.

he started to push you harder past your physical limits, testing the boundaries of your mental strength. no matter that before, your training was already grueling enough, leaving you at the brink of exhaustion every day, nothing left in your flesh and bones but to eat and sleep. and plot and dream of a way home.

another scene plays before you, one that had been collecting dust in the forgotten corners of your mind.

tatami mats that were once saturated with your sweat and tears are stained dark with your blood before you. you cry out for your sparring partner to stop, his fist pummeling into the side of your torso, as you curl into yourself. he does not.

then stop him yourself, kaito-sensei tells you, grim determination set into the lines of his face, aged with experience.

it did not matter that you were a natural, learning the punches and kicks, dodges and twists in no time. you did not have the experience nor the resolve to see it through to the end. to be the last one standing.

you pass out from the pain—your body’s futile attempts at protecting your fragile mind from further distress, only to wake up in the dark, unable to move without pain enveloping you. new splotches of blue and purple blooming on top of older patches of yellow and green, a testament of your weakness.

you lay unmoving in the futon, not caring who moved you there, who undressed you from the bloody clothes, and stuffed you back into a yukata, an endless prison for both your mind and your body. the gojo clan does not bother to sheathe its claws even in your sleep.

your body pushing itself to mend and make that was broken anew, while your mind drowns in the making of its despair, darkness welcoming you home, black as the void that stirs within you.

as though your body wants to live, but your mind wants nothing but release, for death to claim you and return you home—a home that no longer is.

—you flinch, the rawness of the memory so consuming it feels like you are living through it again, having to remind yourself that it is not real.

until one day, you wake up burning, unsteady gaze landing on a figure seated next to you—kaito-sensei. a cool towel sits atop your boiling forehead, a small comfort against the pain wracking your body and the fever coursing through it.

he wrings another towel dry, airing it out to chill before dabbing at your feverish skin. “you told me you wanted to become stronger. this is the price.”

“and there’s no way out.” not a question, but a statement. time and time again, the clan has refused to let you go, sparing nothing at retrieving you when they lost you, as if your escapes were nothing but a clan sanctioned activity.

“contrary to your beliefs, i do not wish you dead. i only wanted you to be strong.” there is nothing soft in his eyes, not an inch of empathy. “i told them they shouldn’t have let you go north to your ancestral lands. they couldn’t beat the submission into you, but it seems like you did it yourself.”

you watch yourself blink. they let you go? so that you would break your own stubbornness. of course. you would not put it past them to conceive such a plan so that you would break what they could not.

“you have an immense amount of talent, you feel it too, do you not? why are you so hellbent on withering away? they told me that you have a role to play, a fate bestowed upon you, but destiny is what you make of it.”

“i didn’t ask for any of this.”

“death is easy, living is hard. you are at a crossroads within yourself. which one will you choose? will you let them dictate your life, or will you own up to it?”

“and what if i choose the easy way out?”

“then at least die for something.” he shakes his head. “you know i only want you to be the best version of yourself, elders be damned. i am here to guide the next generation of elite jujutsu sorcerers, not serve the gojo clan.”

chills skitter down your exposed skin as you struggle to sit up, groaning from the fever aches and the bruises. “and you would not serve me up like a lamb for slaughter for the young master? isn’t that my purpose? to always have one foot in the other realm, ready to take his place at any moment?”

“of course not. he can fend for himself, but i do not speak on their behalf. they have their own plans and schemes that i am not privy to.” his hand stops you from further movement, cursed energy coursing down the length of his arm and disappearing where his skin touches yours.

he stares at the contact point, as if he could see the flow of cursed energy—the one who could is probably sleeping soundly somewhere in the large estate. “we haven’t seen powers like yours in a very long time. if the stories are true, then your powers would only grow from here to rival the young master’s. you would be one of the greatest sorcerers of your generation.”

“then what do you want from me?”

“i want you to own your potential, and show the world exactly what you are capable of.”

you lay back down on the futon, watching your sensei intently as he draws the blankets over your shoulders, looking up at the ceiling as though he could see all the way through to the zashiki, the sitting room where the clan elders meet. “they are getting impatient, and this may be the end of all i can do to hold them at bay. so rest, my child, and rise up stronger.”

your eyelids droop involuntarily as silence stretches, sleep pulling your fever addled mind under, dragging you into the depth of its clutches, buying time for you to heal. and then right on the brink of stepping into the dark waters of your dreams comes the words—“he needs you.”

his words plague your dreams, nightmares, whatever this suspension of your existence between the dead and the living is, where pain does not follow. show the world exactly what you are capable of.

what exactly are you capable of? your strength could not rival those of your older sparring partners, your cursed energy generation average at best.

your tutors, even kaito-sensei, are unable to accurately determine your cursed technique, only that cursed energy does not seem to affect you in the slightest. as though you are a cursed energy sink, the grounded forest to the young master’s limitless skies.

what you could do with that, no one knows. if your innate absorption of cursed energy is the prized technique that they sought after to guard their precious young master, then it’s a gods-damned shit one.

you would literally need to be by his side at all times to shield him from his enemies when he does not have his technique activated, and he could not hold his technique active at all times, so what—they want you to eat, sleep, shit next to him?

you sigh. this is utterly hopeless.

the pain you have gotten used to. the road ahead unknown, if you decide to continue onwards.

what would it be? if there was nothing left to live for, what do you even have to lose?

if death claims you tonight… an image of the ten year old sapphire-eyed young master barges into view, the pride, the judgment, the arrogance in his intense stare fixed upon you, as if daring you to go.

the isolation and the loneliness carefully tucked away in the depths of his blues.

do you want me to go? they say i am your shadow. if you tell me to go, i will.

his lips are set into a thin line, eyes hardening at your question, disappearing from the eye of your mind. his reply resonates in the void—coward.

the void that lives deep within you, awakened when you stumbled through his infinity.

the void that keeps expanding in every direction, infinitely, swallowing cursed energy that touches you. the second time it happened after arriving here it made you throw up and hallucinate for days. cursed energy sickness, they called it.

the first time had been the young master’s infinity—that had felt like a warm embrace, your first free fall into the void softened and slowed down by it. though you never breathed a word of it to a single soul.

oh, those cursed blue eyes. he was the reason you were hunted, no better than a bloodhound. the reason they took you from your family, living a life on borrowed time.

and still, every hope, every dream was given to the promised one. every love, every breath of yours given to the prophesied future.

to the fabled stories passed down through the generations, whispering of a goddess who loved a limitless sorcerer with the prized six eyes so much that she gave up her immortality for him, that when he died, the skies poured for days and she swore, with the heavens as her witness, to imbue her powers into her line of descendants through the sacrifice of her divine life to do what she could not do for the man she loved most—defend his life at any cost and die on his behalf.

the faceless woman appears next to you, urging you on. not yet, it’s not your time yet, she seems to say.

you look back at the image of your teenage self next to satoru—heaven and earth, two sides of the same coin, one blue and one golden—certain that this in itself is nothing but another dream.

the two figures fade away, and your mind continues its freefall through the memories it holds—forgotten and not, as your promise echoes through space.

if there was nothing left for you to live for, then at least something for you to die for.

a/n. a bit of a foray into the lore~~ satoru's pov next, im so excited!!! also made a satoru moodboard, enjoy!!!

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pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou · 2 months ago

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Nightmare sans x reader relationship headcannons

Cw: Mentions of crimes, Nightmare being a narcissist, light sexual content, Dadmare, my version of nightmare, his goop isn't acid.

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Oh my dear, what have you done with your life?

This skeleton has committed multiple crimes, and even after you know this, you feel comfortable with his hands holding you, the same hands who have killed thousands of unlucky people.

He treats everyone like dirty, sewer rats, except for you, you're his darling after all, you deserve everything in the world.

He treats you like a precious jewel, he's a gentleman with you and you only, taking you out on dates every time he has the chance.

Nightmare's giving you anything you desire. Want new clothes? Have his black card. Want to have a date with him? He brings you into the fanciest restaurants in the multiverse for the night. Someone's bothering you? He orders Killer to get rid of them.

Hates to involve you on his issues and problems in the multiverse, in fact you only meet Dream and Ink when they invaded the castle because Sky was kidnapped.

Nightmare didn't like it at all, especially when Dream tried to take you with him.

He's a narcissist, who doesn't know that? So yes, he will show off with everything he has, and he loves when you compliment him.

Very possessive, it's Nightmare after all, he can't stand to see someone try and flirt with his muse, definitely killed some people who looked at you in a way he didn't like.

Let's you play with his tentacles when no one's around, and trust me when I say those tentacles are soft.

Talking about tentacles, they have a mind of their own, Nightmare can control them of course, but they can also move on their own.

One thing I like to believe is that he considers the bad Sanses (Killer,Dust and Ted) as his children, so he'd be pretty happy when they start treating you like their parent and not just his partner.

Everytime he wants to have time totally alone with you he sends the bad Sanses on missions, because they always ruin your time alone.

The cold breeze hit your face as you rest your arms on the balcony of your room, your eyes shift to the night sky as you hear footsteps behind you.

"The stars are beautiful, aren't they?"

You hear a chuckle as two dark hands wrap around your waist.

"They are.. But you're more, my darling"

You smile and turn your head to face Nightmare, his cyan eyes staring at your mouth as he moves a hand to your chin, his finger rubbing your lips.

He gets closer, pressing his chest against yours as his teeth touch your lips, kissing you passionately. You wrap your arms around his neck as he starts kissing your chin, going down to your neck, his hands starting to unbutton your shirt.

"May i?"

You nod and he slips your shirt to have your shoulders uncovered, Nightmare bites down on your shoulder, he looks up when a low moan exits your mouth, his hands grab the bar of your pants, slowly pulling them down.

"Yo Boss"

Killer's voice made you jump, your hands slip your shirt up again, Nightmare looks annoyed at him, his tentacles wrapping around you.

"What? Haven't I said you should knock before entering?"

Killer rests his shoulder on the wall with his crossed arms.

"Well yeah but Dust kinda... Exploded the stove.."

"He did WHAT!?"

"Ye heard me boss, see ya"

Nightmare signs and turns to you as killer leaves you two alone.

"I'm sorry my darling, we'll finish this later, alright?"

"Of course dear.."

Yeah... After that he makes sure to let dust away from the stove..

#sans undertale #sans x reader #sans au #undertale au #nightmare sans #dreamtale nightmare #dreamtale

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milkamel · 2 days ago

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! Underverse 0.8 pt 1 SPOILERS !

Okay so I can't keep it inside I need to rant about it and I did want to express more of my thoughts and emotions on my blog so here I go jkfjbk

THIS WAS ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS, THE WHIPLASH- CHARA BAHAHA- He's kinda right??

They could never make me hate you Papyrus.. HE'S THE BEST CHARACTER FR

And omg X!Toriel.. She's so elegant and sweet-looking but she's also so intimidating, I LOVED HER AND UT!TORIEL'S CONFRONTATION- WOAHG

AND I'M SO INSANE ABOUT THIS MOMENT- ONCE HE CALLED CROSS 'SANS' I HAD A FEELING HE'D REACT LIKE THAT AND WHEN HE DID IT WAS JUST… YES. YESSSS. (I think we all had a thought about a certain hc too LOL)

Also Cross' old outfit… I JUST ADORE HIS BANDANA <33 (Swap vibes Swap vibes!! EHEHE)

And their duo was something I didn't know I needed?? (Cross' reaction is priceless LOL)

ALPHYNE MADE ME SCREAM TOO JUST.. LOOK AT THESE GIRLS THEY'RE PRECIOUS NO MATTER THE AU

It was so nice to see Ink finally angry and determined to deal with this mess. Though ouch the betrayal hurt

AND TORI AND FRISK :(( WHY- That was absolutely epic gonna rewatch everything 100 times

Ahem thank you for hearing me out,, I wanted to get that out of my system <3 This episode is just spectacular, and every frame is gorgeous-looking, just wow

#underverse spoilers #underverse #xtale #cross sans #Idk what to tag this with I think this will be enough lol #mmelyapping

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littleocean-rose · 1 year ago

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Our Little Star

Summary: While walking on the way to a pet store to look for a kitten you want to adopt, you trace your hand over your soulmate tattoo on your wrist, the black ink reading one little word on your skin. Byeol. You stare at it, like you’ve done countless times in your life, wondering if you’ll ever meet your soulmate one day.

AU: non-idol, soulmate Pairings: Choi San x reader Warnings: none Word count: 2.1k

A/N: words cannot describe how many people I would kill for Byeol. I love her, I adore, I want to hold and kiss her, she is the most precious baby out there. San I love you but I WILL steal your cat. (jk I’m stealing you both-)

The world was full of different ways for people to meet their soulmate.

Some had it easy. Seeing each other in their dreams, able to communicate their names and location to the other. Dreamers had it the easiest by far, followed by Inkers. Inkers had the ability to communicate to their soulmate by writing on their skin, the words and marks appearing on the others’ skin, allowing them to write down names and numbers and locations. Visionaries were the third lucky ones, getting to see a glimpse of what their soulmate was seeing every now and then, taking in the scenery of where they were, what they were doing.

Others weren’t so lucky. Stringers had that little red thread attached to their pinkies, leading them to their soulmate, but never knowing how close they were to them. For all they knew, that little red string could run across an entire continent or over an ocean. All they knew was what direction their soulmate was in. Phrasers and Tattooists also had it hard. They could go their entire lives without ever meeting their soulmate, hoping to find someone with a matching tattoo, or listening desperately for the words that matched the ink on their skin. Colorists were among that class, too—their world monotone and grey until they finally laid eyes upon their soulmate, their world suddenly bursting into color the moment they found their other half.

Then there were the unlucky ones. Counters, those with timers on their wrists, were ones you always felt bad for. While some times Counters had their timers counting down until the moment they met their soulmate, others had timers that counted down until the moment their soulmate died. There were those who felt their soulmate’s pain, or shared the same wounds as them. Those who bloomed flowers from their skin, flowers that matched the emotions of what their soulmate was feeling. Signs you did in fact have a soulmate but were never given any indication of how they would know they even met them.

You were in the class of Phrasers, your soulmate mark being the first thing you would hear your soulmate say. Some had whole sentences, but you? You had a single word. Byeol. You remembered when you were a child how you obsessed over the word, looking up the definition and seeing it was of Korean origin. So growing up, you learned to speak Korean, studying it every moment you could, until you were fluent in it by the age of thirteen. Your parents encouraged you, just as eager as you to meet your soulmate, and when you hit the age of eighteen, they tearfully drove you to the airport so you could catch your flight to South Korea.

While they supported your decision, they still were sad to see you leaving to live in another country.

It wasn’t like you didn’t visit—you did every chance you could, which was usually every other year, but you were still their only child, and they missed always seeing you in person.

But here you were, nearly seven years later, and you still hadn’t met your soulmate. While it did dampen your spirits, you decided to stop trying so hard to find them. Not because you were quitting and giving up on the idea, no. What was the point of stressing over it? You’d leave it to Fate—if you found them, hey, great! If not, then, well, that didn’t mean you couldn’t start a romance with someone else.

You glanced down at the word again, fingers tracing over the ink as you walked into the pet store. You had recently moved into a new apartment so you could be closer to your job, and you were beyond ecstatic to discover it was a pet friendly home. Wasting no time, you had run out of the house first thing after breakfast on your day off to get yourself a new little companion. While you were originally planning to get one from a shelter, it was on the other side of the city, and you didn’t feel up for the long journey.

Instantly you went to the pets section, face lighting up at the cute animals in their enclosures. You went by the birds, taking a moment to admire their pretty plumage and beautiful songs, and then past the fluffy bunnies. You passed by mice next, stopping to watch them run through their little tubes, and then stopped to watch one of the hamsters run on his wheel. Of course you had to stop and look at the puppies, cooing at how adorable they were, watching them tumble over each other as they played. You had thought about getting a puppy, but in the end you just couldn’t pass up the idea of getting a kitten.

Which was why you were now in front of the cat enclosures. You took the time to look over each cat, aww-ing over their adorable little faces and fuzzy paws that reached out past the bars of their cages. There were some adult cats, a pretty calico catching your eye as you walked by, and then a cute tabby who seemed hyped on caffeine as he bounced off the walls, smacking around one of his toys and making you laugh. Then you reached the kitten area, and your heart melted.

They were at different stages of growth, some bordering on young teen, while others still seemed to wobble a little as they stood. One kitten in particular caught your eye. It was a siamese, large blue eyes staring up at you as it rolled over on its back with a long stretch and yawn, having just woke up from its nap.

One of the employees approached you, a wide smile pulling at his lips. You glanced at his name tag. Wooyoung. “Hello! Did you see someone you wanted to go say hi to?”

You nodded, pointing at the little siamese kitten. “Yeah, if that’s okay?”

The employee nodded. “Yeah, of course! Let me take you in.” Another employee passed the two of you, tall and blonde as he approached another customer that had also been looking at the cat display. You followed Wooyoung to the door where he unlocked it, letting you to get a closer look at the cats. As you entered, a barrage of mewls filled the room, and you couldn’t help but coo at how adorable they all sounded. “Hey guys, we have a visitor! Be on your best behaviors, okay?” Another series of meows filled the air, making the employee grin. “Anyway, go right on ahead and take a look! I’ll be right here to answer any questions you have!”

You thanked Wooyoung, starting with the cages at the back first. You heard the door open again, glancing over to see that same tall employee from earlier enter. “Hey, Yunho! Oh, another person interested in getting a– oh, it’s you again!” You tuned out their conversation, putting all your focus on the cats before you. An orange tabby, curled up into a ball, softly chittered in its sleep, and you nearly had to bite your fist from cooing as to not wake it up from its dream.

You looked over each cat, making your way slowly back to the siamese from earlier, until finally you were standing before its cage. It meowed softly at you, kneading the soft pillow it was sitting on. “She’s only been here a week, that one. She was left at our door in the middle of the night with her siblings in a box. The others have all found homes, she’s the only one left now.”

“Aww, that’s sad. At least they weren’t left on the side of the road or something,” you murmured. Wooyoung nodded.

“Yeah, I’m glad we could find them all good homes.” You heard quiet murmuring from behind you, the employee Yunho talking to his customer. Wooyoung gave a hum. “If you had to name her, what name would you give?”

You thought for a second, looking back into her big blue eyes. You swore you could see stars in her eyes, a hint of a pink galaxy, and one word came to mind. You smiled softly.

“Byeol.”

Your eyes widened, turning around to the other person who had uttered the word. Your focus landed on the other customer, his expression full of shock just like yours. At the same time you both looked down at your wrists, and with a quiet gasp you noticed that your soulmate tattoo was now red. This was him. This was your soulmate. After years of searching, you had finally found him.

You locked eyes with him, taking in his features as he did the same with you. His eyes reminded you of a cat’s, and at the corners of his excited smile were two adorable little dimples that you couldn’t look away from. His hair was pink, and you wondered if that had been the pink you had seen reflected in the kitten’s eyes earlier. You never thought you’d find someone who could rock pink hair so well, and it seemed you were proven wrong in the best way.

“Hi,” he breathed, smile growing, turning his eyes into cute little crescents. It was an absolutely adorable sight, your heart doing a little flip at it. You were sure your cheeks were a light pink, matching his, and you barely registered the fact that Wooyoung and Yunho were quietly squealing to themselves while watching the two of you.

“Hi,” you replied, cheeks hurting from how hard you were smiling. “So, Byeol, huh?”

The male grinned, chuckling lightly as he looked over at the kitten. “Yeah, I swear I saw stars in her eyes.”

“Me too…” You faded off, and the male sheepishly scratched at his neck.

“Sorry. San, my name is Choi San.” He held his hand out to you, and you spotted the red tattoo on his inner wrist. Byeol. You smiled again, taking his hand, noting how small and soft it was, and how perfectly yours fit in it.

You gave him your name, his eyes lighting up. “What a pretty name,” he murmured, cheeks flushing at realizing he said that out loud. You laughed, finding his behavior sweet, warmth blooming in your chest at knowing you’d probably get along with San just fine. He cleared his throat, motioning to the kitten. “Since you’re adopting her, I am demanding visiting rights.”

Amused, you fought down another smile, raising an eyebrow. “Oh? Demanding visiting rights?”

“That’s correct. I’ve had my eye on that little baby since yesterday, but it seems you unfortunately beat me to adopting her. So, therefore, I am demanding visiting rights.”

You gave a thoughtful hum, pretending to think over the decision. You could see San trying to fight down a smile as well, loving how you were playing along. You tapped your chin in thought. “Hm, I think I can allow that. How does Thursday sound?”

“Perfect,” he answered. He pulled out his phone, holding it out to you. “I’m going to need your contact information to know where the visiting rights will be held, and how to get ahold of you for said visits.”

You held out your phone for him to take as you took his. “Of course.” The both of you exchanged contact information, handing each other back your phones, and you couldn’t fight off the smile any more. “San, it’s been an absolute pleasure meeting you.”

“It really has been. I’m so glad I decided to wait until today to come back for Byeol.” He offered you a shy smile. “I’ll… text you later, then…?”

“Please, any time you want.” Your fingers traced over your tattoo. “I’ll see you Thursday the, Mister Choi. With Byeol in tow, of course.”

He laughed, the sound like music to your ears, and you decided you wanted to spend the rest of your life listening to it. He rubbed at his neck again, your eyes flickering over and spotting the smattering of freckles along his skin. Everything about him was so cute. “Alright then. I’ll see you Thursday.” San gave you a little wave as he left the room, and you waved back, watching him leave until he was out of sight. As you gave a happy sigh, the two employees beside you gave quiet squeals.

“Oh my god we must be matchmakers, I have never seen two soulmates meet before in my life!”

“That was so cute, I wanted to scream! You two are so cute!” You blushed at their words, ducking your head as you gave a shy laugh, thanking them. Wooyoung cooed over the moment a little longer before finally moving on to the adoption process for Byeol.

As you walked out the store with your new little friend, you found yourself smiling as you looked at the notification on your phone.

Sannie Hey~

Sannie Be careful with the little star now! She’s our fragile little baby after all!

You shook your head with a laugh.

You couldn’t wait until Thursday came around.

A/N: heeey! Don't worry, I'm still working on Guardians! It's just longer than I expected it to be, and motivation to write has been a little low lately. But! Here's my first tumblr post! Hope it was alright, please leave some feedback if you liked it!

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