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tuliptic · 5 days ago

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Maestro of Your Heart: Pulling On Your Heartstrings 🎻

Watch me do a side chassé, a sweet plié Now we gon' be the maestro of your heart

When we’re in a romantic relationship, we sometimes wonder how we’re so affected by our partners, and of course, we wonder if we are also capable of pulling the strings in their hearts, wondering if they are comfortable and trust us enough to let us be the maestro of their hearts.

Close your eyes and meditate on this topic. Then, open your eyes to see which pile talks to you the most/draws you in the most. Once you’ve found your pile, scroll down to the respective parts to see what are the messages for you.

Pile 1 - Pile 2

Pile 3 - Pile 4

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Decks used: Crossing Star Tarot Deck (Major Arcana), Luna Cat Tarot Deck (Major Arcana), Linestrider Tarot Deck, Sweet Dreams Oracle Deck, Starcodes Astro Oracle Deck, self-made lyrics deck.

Pile 1 🎼

One card to symbolise you: The Tower

You’re currently going through something, and this message is loud and clear. However, I’m not seeing much worries? The waves are huge but you’re taking the chance and surfing on it instead of swimming your way to land. I’d say that it’s because of a certain confidence that’s in you, where you’re secured enough that the storm will die and you’ll still be safe no matter what happens. You have heard, seen or any other forms of receiving messages from your guides and the Universe, that things will pass and you’ll still be safe. You have that faith, and you let that voice guide you through the chaos and broken promises that are happening around you. For some, you may not be the one falling from The Tower, but are the spectators as you’ve heard of the warning messages and heeded them, leaving the danger zone soonest. You may be looking at the others who are struggling right now and wonder how to help them, if you should be helping them. There can be quite a few different situations and circumstances, but either way, I do not feel much chaos or pain from this card. This card is more of a statement than a description.

One card to symbolise your person: The Hanged Man

Your person reminds me of a cat, inquisitive and curious. They won’t swat every single thing on the counter down, but will take it up, observe closely, and may accidentally break it. They may have a tendency to get into certain unexpected situations, but they are very well capable of getting themselves out of them too. They’re capable of looking at situations from various angles, but they just have a habit of accidentally saying something that sides with one of the conflicted parties. It just extends further and he just gets his hair tangled on all sides to make sure that things are “fair” (same amount of pros and cons for both sides). Yet, pairing the energy of Venus and Neptune, your person feels very… Aesthetically dreamy. No, not in physical appearance, but the general vibe of them. There’s a soft charismatic energy that they have, which makes you feel like you want to nurture them. They don’t quite need it tho, despite how they look. They’re capable of masking themselves softer than they are so that the people around them will lower their guards down easier.

1. What power do you have over your person? - Six of Swords

You do not put yourself into situations. You weigh, judge, contemplate the various issues that’s going on around you, and you’re capable of detaching yourself from things that can put you at a disadvantage. For example, you know that your neighbour needs help. You don’t mind helping it once or twice, but you also know that your neighbour will be leaving the house often and will continue to ask for your assistance constantly (based on past observations). With that in mind, you chose to not offer to help them out. You would think you’re just making a rational decision by weighing the pros and cons, but not your person. Your person would think that it’s natural to help those that are in need, and they can be upset over it. The main theme would be detachment and isolation, where you have the ability to just avoid the murky waters, or not step into the waters at all. You may also be able to get over certain emotional related issues quicker than your person. This will make your person feel bad that they’re still “trapped in the past pain” while you’ve already “moved on”. I put them in quotation marks cuz this would be their thoughts, but not what actually is.

2. What power does your person have over you? - Four of Pentacles

My first thought from seeing it is that your person may be frugal, financially or skill wise. Let’s say that you want to get a technician to fix something, they’ll be like “I know how to fix it” or “I know someone, lemme get them, they owe me one anyways”, and there’s a 50-50 chance where they’ll mess it up or not get the problem fixed on time. Your motto would be if money gets the thing done, you’ll spend the money. But not them. They’ll be fixing things, preparing home cooked food when you mentioned you’re in the mood for a buffet. You know that it’s not something to be blamed, that being frugal is helpful in the long run where you guys can save up more. However, there are just times where you want to splurge on yourself, where you want to see physical and material gifts. To you, it’s something that you can see and feel, it’s something of monetary value. There will be frustration here from time to time, and you’ll need to work on balancing emotionally and getting your point across.

3. What can be possibly toxic or problematic between you two? - Five of Wands

I would say that conflicts and/or arguments can be pretty frequent in your relationship. You guys are used to your own set of values and rules, finding the other person’s set of values questionable and not aligning with yours. This is definitely due to the different upbringings you both have (family and society play a role here, yes). Every disagreement can spark fights, but some can be debates. Fights happen because of anger and how much you want to be heard; while debates happen because you want to persuade the other person to see things from your point of view. No matter the reason, you need to understand that the main outcome from this is to arrive at a common ground, to understand what are the things or issues you two need to compromise and get used to.

4. How can you two transform/evolve together? - Page of Wands rx

You two need to… Grow up. You both will face failures, may it be with your personal projects, career, or even conflicts or feelings of dejection throughout the relationship. There will be moments where you both may feel that the relationship isn’t worth the struggle and anger. However, as you explore and dive into introspection, you will realise that both of you will continue to have issues with other partners as the root cause (family or childhood trauma) have not been resolved, allowing past patterns to repeat themselves. This would definitely be unpleasant news, but it’s not too scary where you’d pick flight over fight. By being more focused and decisive, as well as understanding your loving habits and expectations in a romantic relationship, you two will be able to grow stronger together. There are themes of renewal and loyalty here, where you two will learn to trust the right people, be loyal to the right people.

5. What can you two achieve together? - The Hermit

The Hermit is one of my favourite cards in this deck, where beautiful flowers grow and bloom from the wounds. It signifies that you two are still able to create new love, new beginnings, new passion from the wounds of your battles. Those battles, may they be with your family; with your past; with your loved ones, have transformed you into a better person, into a stronger person. You two have learnt to not leave the other person, to not let them feel even a speck of loneliness, as you have gone through that personal hell yourself. You two have gotten wiser, kinder, and more patient towards each other and towards yourself. It has been a long journey, but you will notice that the load gets lighter with every step taken as you cleanse yourself throughout the way.

6. The core values in this relationship: Justice rx, The Moon

Fairness is one of the main themes that you both will need to learn and implement in your daily lives. There is a tendency for you two to be biased towards each other, allowing them to overstep your boundaries. You may think that “they’re the love of my life, they can do whatever they want”, but it doesn’t work that way. Sometimes, your person will do something that reminds you of a past trauma. If you do not say or do something about it, your person may continue doing it in the future, and it would not be helpful for you as you slowly associate your person doing something new as hurting you. Setting healthy boundaries as you explore the options will help the relationship flourish. For some reason, I’m feeling that you two can be overwhelmed by the other person easily. The balance of emotion and solitude will be something practiced within the relationship as well. It’s not that you don’t trust them or you feel uncomfortable with them, but more of retreating into your bed and doing your favourite pastime activities to wound yourself down from the excitement of the date. You both know intuitively when it’s time for you to go back into your shell as you recharge and let yourself be prepared for better things to come tomorrow. (Most of you may be introverts, which is why solitude and alone-time is required.)

Overall energy: The Devil, Eight of Wands, Strength

There’s a daredevil vibe here, where you or your person are interested in trying a bunch of new things in life, thinking it would be a waste if you do not enjoy life. You guys may be travelling or are in travel, as there are energies of constant movement here. You do not worry about what’s going on, what will happen in the future, as you know that the Universe plans well for you, that everything happens according to the right timing. From what I’ve gotten in this reading, your main challenge will arrive when you meet your person, as you push each other to be better. All the best during then.

Pile 2 🎻

One card to symbolise you: The World rx

The first thing I’m picking up here is that you have an impatient energy within you where you like starting projects even though your body is tired or you have unfinished projects currently. The cards were impatient and quite a few flew out, which I believe talks about the impulsivity and slightly annoyed energy you have towards yourself and everything around you. There’s a need for you to be able to control a certain aspect of your life, and you’re just… Unable to hold it firm in your hand. Change is often present, and it’s either things are changing around you or you’ve decided to be the catalyst of change. However, that change is external, as you’re still quite in your comfort zone where you are unwilling to move out. You can change people and/or some things, but those don’t apply to you. Some of you may have Earth placements or Saturn as one of your dominant planets.

One card to symbolise your person: The Empress rx

For some reason, I see this as… Your person’s someone who’s not very in tune with their emotional side. I need to emphasise that the word I’m using here is “in tune”. They’re someone who knows about their emotions and feelings towards things, issues and people. But, they’re unable to understand and work together with those emotions to reach an answer or a conclusion to reach an action goal. MBTI wise, it’s giving me the vibe of an inferior Fi function, where they’re unable (or to a certain extent, unwilling) to explore and express their emotions. There’s a lack of softness and gentleness they have towards themselves, but they’ll do their best to provide for you. I’m seeing some patterns of anxious attachment style, where they would want to do what’s good for you but are afraid that they’ll disappoint you, causing you discomfort as they’ve been debilitated in the past. With the gentle energy of the Empress, they’re working on it bit by bit.

1. What power do you have over your person? - Five of Wands rx

For some reason, I’d say that you have a certain stronghold over your words and actions that can affect your person. The first thought I had when I saw this card was “cold war”, where you two don’t speak to each other, or you just choose to shut down and not communicate your thoughts to your person. I’m not saying that you will do this, but if you ever subconsciously do this (shutting down, unwilling to communicate), the damage you’ll be delivering is going to be much stronger than you or your person expected. They may experience similar issues in the past and have handled it appropriately, but if it’s you, you’re able to mess it up real bad. However, if you use that energy and engage in active conflict and resolve them, you’ll be able to benefit the relationship as you understand each other better through conflict, removing the tension as you two work things out together. You need to know how impactful you are towards your person, and to not use it to hurt them. You can build them, and you can break them, and please, for the love of God, DO NOT be proud of it. Be cautious, be loving, be patient, and be gentle.

2. What power does your person have over you? - Eight of Wands

Weirdly, the first thing I’m feeling is that… Your person can be more comfortable on the financial side as they may be the main person who provides travel related assistance. They may work in fields that require them to travel a lot and hence, able to bring you along on their trips. Or with how frequent they’ve travelled, they have saved up a bunch of mileage points and can use them to bring you around. So let’s say, you guys got into an argument, they can very much easily cancel whatever trip they’ve been planning to bring you with. That kind of power. In which, it will also affect your mood and emotions, especially if you’ve made a bunch of plans and suddenly they’re all gone. However, I’m seeing that they’re a gentle person, so I don’t think they’ll be doing something like that. Still, that’s what they’re capable of providing, that’s their power over you.

3. What can be possibly toxic or problematic between you two? - Five of Pentacles rx

Financial views is something I’m picking up immediately. You two are probably prone to being career driven, which allows you two to be able to earn and contribute financially. However, how you two view money and use them can be different. For example, one of you would use it for trips (huge spending at once) and the other would use it for everyday life (fine dining once a week, or gatherings with friends often). This will bring upon disagreements and sometimes, even arguments, as you two have not properly talked things out and arrived at a middle point, where both sides compromise equally. There may also be a chance where one person earns more than the other, and the one with a lower income may feel imbalance and not know how to stand on equal grounds with the one who provides more, creating internal conflict and not resolving it. They may also end up more dependent and the codependency may worsen with time. It is very important for both sides to recognise this and to work together to resolve this crisis.

4. How can you two transform/evolve together? - Judgement rx

I’m seeing healing and growing, and then transforming bit by bit throughout the journey together. It’s a process that will take a long time, but you two are patient in it because you two know that results are guaranteed and it would be worth it. You two are very goal driven (or at least, one of you are, and the other is willing to go along with it). Instead of working on something that may or may not work, you two are more prone towards doing things that have a secured outcome, taking calculated risks. There’s quite some brain energy going on here, making me wonder if you guys are more earth or air dominant. With that in mind, you two decided that this relationship is worth investing, and hence, work towards it. You two are willing to work through them, opening up yourselves to inspiration, allowing inputs from others and growing together. This pile gives me the feeling that you guys will go for courses together and work through the hurt and pain. Something like couple counseling? Or going through some seminars to understand each other better. You guys are willing to put in the effort as you recognise the importance of communication (through the hard way, probably from your family).

5. What can you two achieve together? - Two of Wands

You two can go far, not just achievement, but also building your life far from your trauma, building something new together. You guys build something totally new, and may constantly come up with something new to keep the relationship fresh. This card gives me the feeling that you are looking at the future together as you have the (your) world in your hands. Whatever difficulties you’ve gone through in the past made you stand up, and this time, you’re not standing up alone. Your person will be there to pull you up, and you’ll be there to pull them up too. You guys don’t necessarily throw yourselves into challenges as they present themselves to you guys through shared decisions made. You guys also learn to accept the various downs that have resulted from the shared decisions, and learn to live with them by looking at them in a positive light. Something like learning from mistakes and knowing what’s not good for both of you. For example, you guys went for a buffet for a date night and realised that one has an allergy towards one particular food. Going for the buffet is a shared decision, the challenge faced would be going to the hospital due to an allergic reaction, looking at it differently would be you guys now know what should not be added onto the list of food. Instead of going “I’m sorry that this date ended up bad because of my allergy”, it would be “hey at least we know that we should not have this for our next date”.

6. The core values in this relationship: The Sun, The Magician rx

There’s a bright surge of energy here, where you two will feel childlike wonders and enthusiasm, learning more about them and yourself. It’s like… There’s a feeling of victory here, where you grow from your pain and reach the throne you’ve always aimed for. You guys focus on keeping the relationship young, if that makes sense. Instead of letting that romantic love turn into family love along time, you both make an effort in doing romantic gestures and continue to be in that zone of falling in love over and over again. You guys will be creative too, as you come up with new ideas of constantly learning about each other, from each other. I’m also seeing that your preference for certain things may change throughout the relationship. For example, you used to not like strawberry, but your person likes it, and you slowly learnt to enjoy it too. And… Hmmm… For some reason, you two may be a little too smart. I feel that you two may be Mercury dominant, or have Aquarius, Gemini or Virgo placements. There’s a lot of words and thoughts, instead of feelings and tears. You guys can be a little rigid at times, and I’d say, one of your main themes in this relationship is to learn how to work together to create something together (working for it or manifesting it with actual effort). There’s a lot that you need to work on, yourself especially, where you work with your dreams and your spirit’s energy to reach your highest good. You both will need to open yourselves to new possibilities and welcome new beginnings into your lives.

Overall energy: The Moon rx, Five of Cups rx, The Chariot rx

Some of you may be going through some difficulties at the moment, especially in terms of emotion regulation. You may be experiencing pain, or despair that cannot be immediately resolved. You may also be experiencing fears, especially fears of failure (failing your expectations towards yourself, returning into a state you thought you’ve finally grown out from, etc). Allow yourself to slow down as you tread on this path. Remember, every step you take is on a new path, no matter how familiar it looks. Allow yourself to fall, allow yourself to take some rest before you run again. Be kind to yourself, and you’ll be able to move from the old to the new easier. Help will come to you, be patient and accept it with an open heart.

Pile 3 🎷

One card to symbolise you: The Hierophant

My first thought from seeing this card is that you’re… More inclined to the traditional values of how you were brought up with. It may not be your family’s traditional values, or the society’s traditional values. It’s more of… A certain concept, I’d say. For example, marriage is supposed to be between two people (monogamous), and you may have difficulties in understanding and/or accepting the concept of polyamorous relationships. Another example could probably be you’re a huge advocate of home cooked food as outside food is all MSG and unhealthy, which is a value that’s pretty much found in Asian families (“We Have Food At Home” by Mom). These are just examples, but if you ask yourself deep, you do know that it’s talking about you, and you don’t really listen to other people who say otherwise.

One card to symbolise your person: Temperance

If anything, I’d say that your person is someone who’s very in tune with themselves. I would also say that they’re a person who constantly renews themselves and to make sure that their information is not outdated. They’re very welcoming to new details, but they also are rather selective, which is a plus point for anyone who sees things from a lot of aspects, making them a rather balanced and critical person. If it took you long for you to meet your person, it’s because they’ve been working on themselves to be at the right place to meet you. For some of you, your person may be your soulmate, where you’re comfortable enough to confide in them on various things.

1. What power do you have over your person? - The Tower rx

I’d say that you’ve gone through quite a lot of significant changes in your life, where you grow from your pain and challenges in life. But also, this can appear threatening to your person as you’re used to chaos in your life, and your person may not be so. Something that appears dangerous to them may be nothing to you, and how you react to it will make them feel belittled, as though you’re not from the same world. I would say that this also stems from the various family values you two have gotten and grew up with. There’s also themes of imprisonment, where your person may be used to keeping themselves in check so as to not create discord or discomfort, but you are more… “I couldn’t give a damn” kinda attitude, which may make them feel lesser than you. To them, their way of expressing affection is by sacrificing themself for your comfort. Let’s say, they’re more interested in watching movie A, but you prefer to watch movie B. They’ll watch the movie you want with you without you knowing their preference. However, you may be more towards the type of “You should’ve spoken up! Why not, you watch movie A, while I watch movie B by myself or with a friend”. To you, you think you’re resolving the conflict by “Watching what we both wanted”, but to them, they may see it as “you’re not willing to spend time with me” kinda thing, and they may feel that they’re unable to catch up with you in terms of the values in the relationship.

2. What power does your person have over you? - Page of Pentacles rx

Weirdly, I’m seeing this as your person may be younger than you, or may be less experienced than you in terms of career and finances (they may have gotten into their desired field of work later in their life). With this, it creates a disparity or conflict where you’ll need to compromise with them more. To you, you may feel that they’re more of a responsibility than of a lover. It’s like… You love them, that’s why you feel the need to compromise certain dreams of yours. For example, you’re aiming to go for an overseas trip together in June. However, they have a training session that they need to attend, and you chose to cancel the trip instead of going alone cuz “it feels off”. It’s not like they’re doing this on purpose, but sometimes, their presence may make you wonder if you’re doing enough for them or not. You may also feel a lack of worth when you stand by their side, as you notice their potential to flourish into a King/Queen, and you’re not sure if you’ll be equals during then.

3. What can be possibly toxic or problematic between you two? - Seven of Cups

The first thing I’m picking up here is that there’s a lot of daydreaming here. A lot of “what if”s and a lot of fantasy painting. It’s like… There’s an expectation of plans to fail and you guys can go “a lil bit of daydreaming isn’t bad”. The image I have in my head has two people sitting together on a bean bag (young energy), leaning into each other and discussing plans of wedding and fun activities to do, and then leaving that as plans and not doing anything about it. There may be a hint of leaving future things for a future you to handle kinda energy. Alternatively, the daydreaming may shadow faults and shortcomings. There’s a tendency to paint everything pink or look through them through rose tinted glasses. There are a lot of hints and issues there, but you tend to focus on the prettier items and ignore the more serious questions. It will take quite a lot of time and problems to happen for you to break the bubble and to recognise the issues at hand. The lack of action is highlighted here, as well as impulsivity of choosing flight over fight. This may also be due to the power or financial imbalance existing in the relationship.

4. How can you two transform/evolve together? - Nine of Pentacles

Surprisingly, I’m seeing you two grow individually. Like, you guys go through the life lessons together, but instead of growing together as a couple, you two grow individually, as your own person, and couple together. The best example I can think of is where one’s an accountant and the other’s a painter, where your knowledge is different, but you guys improve in whatever you’re doing and still enjoy cooking together. You guys work and support each other throughout the journey, helping the other person to invest and grow into the best version of yourself. You guys also learn to communicate more to assure the other person that they’re not being left behind, that all the effort right now is worth it in the future. There are a lot of future related themes in this card, may it be building the future together, having a common goal for the future together, or building a new self together. Individuality is very important for you guys, and I’m seeing less of a compromise for each other. For you guys, it’s 1(you) + 1(them) = 1(you) + 1(them) + 1(a future built together). Hopefully this makes sense.

5. What can you two achieve together? - Four of Wands

I’m seeing here that your life together will be very pleasant. You guys are capable of building a home together once you’ve gone through the challenges, learning more about the buttons of each other and knowing which to push at the right time. Honestly speaking, there’s less of a “trial and error” kinda vibe in this relationship, but more of “oiling the cogs” here. This card is giving me harmony and happiness, as well as a beginning together, may it be engagement, marriage, or partnership. There’s also some form of balance and groundedness here, so if you or your person was flighty or emotional, you will be more toned down and will be able to look at the earthly sense too.

6. The core values in this relationship: The Hanged Man rx, Wheel of Fortune rx

I’m hearing stubbornness here for the both of you. You two are used to your own ways, your own values as you two grew up together, which definitely lead to you two growing individually. You both have experienced stagnation and detachment in the relationship, and effort has been made for you two to evolve and find a comfortable point for each other. There’s a lot of things to evaluate and work together. Assessing the situation, understanding the phase of the relationship where you’re at would be beneficial. A lot of accepting is needed as you two understand that certain things cannot be compromised, where you two decide to do them differently. For example, one’s a vegetarian and one requires meat protein, and so, you guys choose to not settle for each other's diet by preparing different sets of cutleries and cooking utensils. Different fridges may be prepared too, but if it works, it works. You guys learn to challenge each other’s comfort zones as well as your own, oil the cogs as you find something that works for you both. The lessons are slowly learnt, and once you’ve gone through them, your relationship will prosper.

Overall energy: The Empress rx, Death rx, The Chariot rx

There’s a lack of gentleness going on. For some reason, it can be finance or love related, such as lack of self-love, worrying about financial issues, etc. Basically, anything that’s Venusian themed. There’s a period of change, a period of transition that you’re going through right now, and I’m seeing that you may be lost, not knowing which step to take. Do not push or rush yourself through things right now, as Destiny is realigning itself for you at the moment. Have faith that you’re the co-creator of your life and destiny, and that you will still be able to write your story however you want it. This may be a challenging period in your life, but things will work out as you pick yourself up, nourish yourself and prepare for the upcoming battles. This will be a solo battle, so make sure you’re kind to yourself, make yourself a warm meal (or warm meals) as you move yourself back into action.

Pile 4 🎤

One card to symbolise you: The High Priestess rx

I’d say that you’re someone who’s losing touch of your spiritual side. Not to put it in a bad way. It’s just a reminder that you should tune into spirituality from time to time. A bunch of things have been happening to you and around you, where it’s completely natural and equally important for you to focus on whatever that’s going on externally. However, take some time to perhaps pull a card or two if you do tarot, or meditate and listen to your higher self. Make spirituality a part of your daily life, let your hands feel the running water as you feel it taking away your tiredness and emotional impurities. Find the discomfort, acknowledge it, and let it be cleared out from your system.

One card to symbolise your person: Temperance

My first thought when I see this card is that your person has a balanced air and earth and water energy here. It’s an energy that I’m very comfortable with, where they’re grounded and yet able to resonate with you in terms of emotions, and they’re smart and comfortable with who they are. This is a very assured person, knowing what they want and how to achieve it. For some reason, it feels like they enjoy cooking or making comfort food for the people they care for. Your person may also be your soulmate, and they’re pretty much educated with a lot of things, or they’ve been involved in various projects and activities and hence gaining the knowledge and experience of life. They may have a mysterious side to them as well 😎

1. What power do you have over your person? - Five of Wands

Similar to Pile 2, you have this card here to signify the power you have over your person. However, Pile 2 is more passive aggressive while yours is more… Actively aggressive. You do not think twice about your words and can be rather blunt with how you express yourself. For some reason, I’m seeing that it may be due to you having some sort of insecurity over yourself and the relationship, or you may have some inferiority complex where you do not see yourself worthy of this relationship. I need to emphasise a little that it’s not your words that’s the power you have over your person, but the mentality of you not thinking yourself highly (or as high as they see you) that can drive your person up the wall. It’s the chain reaction that will make your person feel powerless, not knowing how to help you and to show the world to you, that there are better things in life and that you’re worth so much in their hearts.

2. What power does your person have over you? - Page of Wands rx

Your person is very adamant in communication, if that makes sense. They are vocal and more structured in their speech, and will not stop the conversation there until you fully understand what they mean. This card feels… Not young. Your person has been through quite a number of things in their life and have learnt to communicate effectively, making sure that their needs are heard, and knowing what they need to do. For some reason, I’m also seeing charms? They may be quite charming, good with their words, fulfills the typical definition of success, and people may be drawn to them. That may also be the reason why you’re insecure, since they’re pretty charismatic themselves.

3. What can be possibly toxic or problematic between you two? - Page of Cups

For some reason, I’d say that you two can be fairly new or fresh in relationships, not having dated much before, or this can be your proper first love. There’s a tinge of inexperience here, something like a young love, where you two tend to experiment much on the various aspects of a romantic relationship. You two may be prone to doing fun activities a lot, hence, ending up not talking much about the practical aspects of a relationship, for example, marriage and responsibilities. This card talks about heightened intuition as well, where one or both of you may be relying only on intuition or gut feeling, and not communicate with each other more. Like… You should be discussing with your person when you’re making plans. Yet, you just decided to go with Plan C because your gut feeling tells you so. Even though they may be free during then, communication and discussion is still important so that they are heard.

4. How can you two transform/evolve together? - Four of Swords rx, The Hanged Man rx

I’m seeing that you two will be resting together first. You two have been fighting different personal battles, and when you’re done, you guys will be resting together as you recuperate. This pile kinda gives me the feeling of bonding through trauma. It’s through the pain and exhaustion that you learn better about yourself and your person, where you guys learn the importance of the balance of body, mind and soul. You both learn to let go of things that are not within your control, let go of things that are pulling you down. There are themes of releasing pain here, and also releasing guilt. Like,,, you’re holding onto a fault you’ve done years ago, and not letting yourself free from it, forever beating yourself up over That One Thing you’ve done when you were a teenager. The same may be for your person as well, and you two just learn to let the past remain in the past. You will need to expand your horizons, and let yourself try things you never had the chance to mess around with. Throughout this period of time, you both also learn about the tendency of being apathetic towards your own pain (you think that your pain is nothing; they think that their pain ain’t much worth mentioning). Detachment towards your emotions is a thing, making you stuck in the past. Your inner child is not healed, and this would be something you and your person will be working on, to find ways to heal yourselves, enjoying the world with its gifts for you. You’ll learn how to nurture the people around you, but starting from yourself. It’s like… Two wounded small animals hiding under a shade as they licked each other’s wounds. That, but things are promised to be better.

5. What can you two achieve together? - Strength rx, The Hanged Man rx

The Hanged Man rx extends towards this card, symbolising that by breaking past habits and treating yourself kindly, only then you’ll be able to grow stronger together. The topic and lessons about inner self will follow here as well, and may be a lifelong theme where you constantly need to nurture yourself and each other to flourish. The strength you both will gain will be inwards, where you are more gentle towards yourself, more forgiving of yourself, bandaging the wounds that your inner lion has caused. Your passion, desires and anger is the inner lion in you, and you’ll be learning to keep it in check once you understand them and accept them. Imagine going through the five stages of grief, and it ends with acceptance. That’s when you learn to live together with it as part of you. Remember that strength comes in gentleness too, and that to accept your vulnerability takes a lot of strength, energy and effort. I would also add that once you are at this stage, you’ll be able to combat self-inadequacy and doubt, learning to trust yourself and your partner. It’s a constant growing process, but you have each other to support and help throughout this journey. Together, your strength can be limitless.

6. The core values in this relationship: The Hanged Man rx, The Sun

The Hanged Man rx appeared again. I’d say that one of the core values in this relationship is to learn to open up and accept the emotions (the happy ones and the not so positive ones) you’ve been feeling. You or your person, or perhaps the both of you have had a difficult childhood growing up, where you guys have learnt to repress the various feelings for you to function. In this relationship, opportunities will open up via challenges (discussions, disagreements, compromises, failed plans, etc.), and you two will need to learn to release the pain and anger. From there, the relationship will continue to renew and become stronger, and you two will also be able to heal at your own pace. I’m seeing that one of you may have been working on it earlier than the other, and the one who’s more experienced in self-healing will be able to help the other. Followed by healing comes The Sun that’s hiding behind the rainy clouds. Another core value that I’m seeing here is that you two will learn to enjoy the small and big happiness in your life. Celebration is the theme here, where you two will learn about appreciation and gratitude, growing along the way to celebrate the small and big wins, achievements and building up self-worth along the way. I’m seeing you celebrating for them when they get a pay raise, and them throwing a celebration (or a romantic dinner/gesture) for you when you achieved your goal of maybe not self-deprecating for a whole month.

Overall energy: The Tower, Death rx, The Emperor

There are quite some strong energies here, both you and your person. You guys are still fighting personal battles and are at the significant stages of your lives, where a split decision can contribute to different outcomes. There’s an energy of autonomy here, where you’re fighting to gain back control over yourself, your identity, and you learn to break free from the cocoon that’s binding you. Things are difficult, values you believed in may start to break down, making you doubt if you’re even doing the right thing. Rest assured as you’ll be seeing messages and signs around you. Your guides and the Universe will be dropping you signs, and you’ll know you’re on the right path. Know that you’re beloved and guarded, take the chance and go for whatever it is you’re fighting for.

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revelboo · 2 months ago

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Where I Belong Pt 2

Bluestreak x Reader

• It takes everything he has left to move his arm. Everything is so slow, distorting as it gets harder to hold on, but he manages to curl his servos around the human. Hears their sharp intake of breath and the feel of those little hands now scrabbling to get free. Terrified of him now instead of for him. And he doesn’t have the energy to explain everything will be okay. He just knows he can��t let go. You’re scared, he knows, but please keep reassuring him. Please you have no idea how badly he needs someone to be there. To stay.

• It takes far too long for your panic to calm as you’re dragged close to that huge face and the huge form sags. It’s not crushing you in its grip, just holding you tight enough you can’t wriggle free. That undamaged eyes is dim now, shuttered. It’s not long before you hear the sound of vehicles on the road and everything blurs into chaos and more of them. Your terror easing as you realize they’re friends of the one trapping to you. They’re taking him, but you too. No matter how loudly or shrilly you protest, he’s clinging to you like a kid with a stuffed animal after a nightmare. And it’s not like you have a home to return to anymore.

• Seeing the crashed ship, it clicks. These are aliens. Dragged along for the ride, you just stare around in numb fear. Your alien is lifted carefully onto a huge metal table. As soon as you’re gently pried from his fingers, his head weakly lifts, a wordless noise of pain coming from the huge robot that rips through you, because he’s looking for you. Worried about you as hurt as he is. Only stilling as the white and red one lays a hand on his head, murmuring too low for you to hear. That one eye flickers, searching until it finds you. Holding your frightened stare as the white and red one works to repair the damage until that eye finally dims again.

• You fall asleep at some point and one of the aliens drops something soft on you. Blearily looking around, you gather the blanket about yourself. The white and red one is standing over you, his attention on your alien. It’s the energon splattered on his hands and arms that snares you, though. So much. Your stomach rolls as you look over at the hurt alien. Your alien. “You stayed with him,” the medic says, still not looking at you. “Bluestreak. He’ll be fine.”

• Is that his name or your alien’s? Must be yours, you decide, getting to your feet. He looks down at you now, blue eyes intense and unsettling. You don’t even try to scurry away as you’re picked up and moved over to Bluestreak, set down near his head because somehow the medic knows what you need. What he needs. “Thank you,” you call out softly, before reaching out to touch the side of Bluestreak’s head. That broken please he’d called out still ringing in your head. Yes, he’s a massive alien robot, but he’s also just a lost boy reaching out.

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agatharkn3ss · 3 months ago

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Spoilers!

Theory on Agatha/Rio past

We know Rio joins the coven next week, climbing out of (what looks like) Sharon's grave and will be part of the next trial.

We also get a sneak peak on how the trial starts - but in the extended version, after the coven disperses to find the clue, we see Rio standing behind Agatha and saying "boo". Agatha seems stirred but eventually she replies a very decisive "No".

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DAEWgBZIVeT/?igsh=MW5wcHJtbjJ1N3I3NA==

Now - I, for one, would love this brief moment to be about the sexual tension and how they can't keep away from each other. However, I think Rio's unspoken suggestion is actually about killing the rest of the coven. Especially that in another promo we hear Agatha telling Rio that "she needs these witches to get her what she wants".

So I think their past might be something like they were always just the two of them together against the world, and that they used to find witches for Agatha to syphon power from, and Rio would help her. This would sit well with Rio's chaotic energy and the theory that she's Lady Death.

I also think that despite all her bravado, Agatha actually longs to be a part of a coven. After her own mother's coven turner against her, she would've tried to form her own sisterhood. We see in a promo that she's sucking energy from a group of women around her, so probably another coven turning against her for whatever transgression this time.

It's probably caused by something Agatha did (although in my eyes she can do no wrong!), but I wonder if at some point Rio doesn't start meddling here.

Maybe Rio meets Agatha and becomes fascinated by this loud and unapologetic witch, so she wants her all for herself. She starts meddling so that Agatha is more and more isolated and betrayed by other witches and begins to think that maybe a coven is not something she wants any more and that she can only rely on herself and Rio. Eventually she gives in and the two of them enjoy their lives together, causing chaos and tricking other witches for a few centuries - something akin to Louis and Lestat in the Interview with the Vampire (maybe they even split up because of a child, like the vampires?)

We don't know how long it's been since they've been apart, but we know it's since Agatha acquired the Darkhold, so probably a fair chunk. But now Rio found her again and she misses Agatha and wants back the chaos life they led. She was never intent on killing Agatha, I don't think, but she wanted to see her hurt. But when she finds out Agatha doesn't have her powers, she realises it will be tricky to go back to where they were until Agatha has magic again. She starts scheming again, maybe she even hopes that Agatha will be able to syphon the Salem Seven? Or that Rio can play the hero, save Agatha and show her how much Agatha needs her?

But instead of fighting or running, Agatha assembles a coven. And she actually seems to enjoy it - I mean, look at them singing the ballad. Even though Agatha is impatient to open the gate or get some magic blasts flowing, she does take a pause at the end of the song, clearly enjoying it.

In episode 3 she has her soft moments too. She clearly doesn't feel like part of the sisterhood yet, because she's wary of her past experiences - she tries to protect herself by offsetting any moments of kindness with some jerk behaviour (I think that's the only reason she kicked everyone after sliding out or the first trial) and show them she doesn't need them. But you can tell she fits into her role as a leader so well and maybe even is surprised by it. And just look how she enjoys herself in episode 4 band!

I think Rio is opportunistic, so after Sharon's send off, she sees her way in, but what are her intentions for joining?

She might just enjoy the chaos and hope for fun "like the old times", maybe expecting Agatha to intend to kill the witches like before. Or she might want to keep meddling so that Agatha doesn't abandon her for a coven. Or there is something else and she actually wants something from the Road? Or all of the above?

#agatha all along spoilers #agatha all along #agatha harkness #kathryn hahn #rio vidal #aubrey plaza #agathario #agatha x rio #rio x agatha #lady death #coven #agatha all along theory

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srslyblvck · 20 days ago

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── the stars above,, james potter [requested]

pairing: james potter x gn!reader

synopsis: You’ve been stressing yourself over work—lucky for you, james knows just how to make you unwind.

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1.2k

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ THE LIBRARY WAS QUIET except for the faint scratch of your quill against parchment. Books were piled high around you, their spines forming an uneven barricade as you hunched over your work. Your notes sprawled across the table like a web of chaos—half-erased essays, cramped handwriting, and a to-do list that seemed to stretch on forever. Sleep was a distant memory, the ache behind your eyes a dull reminder of the hours you’d spent chasing perfection.

You barely noticed the faint creak of footsteps until a voice broke the silence.

“Y/N, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re auditioning to become a ghost of the library.”

You glanced up to see James Potter standing there, his arms crossed and an amused smirk playing on his lips. His hazel eyes sparkled with a mischievous light, and his untidy hair looked like he’d just come from flying practice—or perhaps from some other equally reckless venture.

“Not now, James,” you muttered, your quill never stopping. “I’m busy.”

“That much is obvious.” He stepped closer, scanning the chaos of your desk. “But let me guess—you’ve been at this since… dinner? Or longer?”

“Longer,” you admitted without looking up.

James sighed, shaking his head. “Y/N, you’re brilliant. You know that, right? But you’re also human. You need a break before you turn into one of these books.”

“I’ll take a break when I’m done.”

“Nope.” He leaned down and, with an audacious grin, plucked your quill from your hand.

“James!” you exclaimed, glaring at him.

“Y/N!” he mimicked, holding the quill just out of your reach. “I’m staging an intervention. As of right now, you’re coming with me.”

“I don’t have time for your antics,” you shot back, trying to snatch the quill.

“Trust me,” he said, his voice softening. “You need this. Let me steal you away, just for a little while. I promise you’ll feel better.”

You hesitated, his words striking something deep within you. The concern in his voice was real, and for all his teasing, James Potter had a way of making you feel seen—even when you didn’t want to be.

“Fine,” you muttered, standing reluctantly. “But this better be worth it.”

He grinned, tucking the quill into his pocket like it was some sort of prize. “Oh, it will be. Just you wait.”

The night air was crisp as you followed James out of the castle and toward Hogsmeade. The quiet streets were lit by soft, flickering lanterns, and the two of you found yourselves wandering to Honeydukes, where James managed to sweet-talk a clerk into giving you both some leftover pastries.

You sat together on a bench outside, nibbling on sugary treats as James launched into one of his signature tales.

“...and Sirius had the nerve to say I was the one who overdid it,” James said, shaking his head in mock outrage. “This coming from the bloke who enchanted Snape’s chair to scream every time he sat down. Took Minnie three hours to reverse it.”

You laughed, and the sound seemed to surprise both of you. It wasn’t the polite, stifled laugh you usually gave when you were too tired to mean it—it was a genuine laugh, warm and easy, and it caught James so off guard that he stopped mid-story, grinning at you.

As you walked back towards the castle, the night stretched comfortably between you, James filling it with tales of his latest escapades. He seemed to have an endless supply of energy, gesturing animatedly as he described Sirius’s reaction to one of Remus’s rare jokes.

“...and then Wormtail tried to—” James stopped mid-sentence, his gaze darting toward the edge of the Forbidden Forest. “Fancy a little detour?”

“What?”

“Come on. It’s not like we’re going deep into the forest. Just a quick stop.”

He didn’t wait for your response, tugging you by the hand toward a cluster of trees not far from the castle. Despite your initial protests, you found yourself smiling as the two of you settled under a particularly large oak tree.

James dropped down beside you, his back resting against the trunk as he stretched his legs out. “See? Much better than a stuffy library, isn’t it?”

You leaned back as well, the cool bark pressing against your spine. “I guess this is alright,” you admitted, though the tranquillity of the moment had already started to seep into your bones.

For a while, the two of you sit in a comfortable silence. The stars above seem impossibly bright, scattered across the velvet black sky like tiny pinpricks of light. Your gaze drifts upward, and without thinking, you start pointing out constellations.

“Do you know much about constellations?” you ask, your voice soft in the quiet.

“Not much,” James admits. “But I know you do.”

That’s all the encouragement you need. You point out Orion, Cassiopeia, and the bright star of Sirius, your voice filling with quiet enthusiasm. As you speak, James doesn’t look at the sky—he looks at you. The way your eyes light up, the way your lips curve into a soft smile as you talk about something you love. He doesn’t even realize he’s staring until you catch him.

“What?” you ask, turning to meet his gaze.

He shakes his head quickly, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. “Nothing,” he says, looking away. “Just—your nerdiness is showing.”

You elbow him, but your laugh is light, and the tension you’d carried with you all day feels like it’s slipping away.

James launches into a story about the latest prank he, Sirius, and the others had pulled on Filch—a ridiculous tale involving enchanted dungbombs and a truly unfortunate cat. His animated retelling is punctuated by laughter, his hands gesturing wildly as he recreates Sirius’s triumphant bow and Peter’s panicked squeaks.

But somewhere along the way, his voice trails off. He glances down to find your head resting against his shoulder, your breathing slow and even. You’ve fallen asleep.

For a moment, James doesn’t move. He’s afraid to even breathe too loudly, worried he’ll disturb you. Then, slowly, he shifts to look at you properly. The moonlight filters through the trees, casting a soft glow over your face. Your features, so often drawn tight with focus and determination, are peaceful now. Your lashes rest against your cheeks, and your lips are parted ever so slightly, a gentle puff of air escaping with each exhale.

James feels his heart stutter, a warmth blooming in his chest that he doesn’t quite know how to name. He leans back against the tree, letting his shoulder support your head.

The world feels quieter now, the forest alive with the gentle hum of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves. For once, James doesn’t feel the need to fill the silence. He sits there, holding onto the moment like it’s something fragile and precious. And it is.

After a while, he shifts slightly, careful not to wake you, and wraps an arm around your shoulders. The warmth of you against him makes him feel steady and grounded. He tilts his head to rest against yours, his thumb brushing absentmindedly along the sleeve of your robe. He swears he can feel his heart beating louder than it should.

As the minutes pass, James’s own eyes grow heavier, but he doesn’t let sleep claim him just yet. He wants to remember this—every detail of the moment, every feeling etched into his chest. The stars might shine above, but tonight, the only light James cares about is the one you bring to his life.

And as he sits there, holding you close under the vast expanse of sky, James knows one thing for certain: he’s completely, hopelessly, and utterly smitten.

#divider by fairytopea #marauders #marauders era #marauders fanfic #marauders fanfiction #james potter #james fleamont potter #james potter fanfiction #james potter imagine #james potter fluff #james potter x reader #james potter x y/n

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justwinginglife · 3 months ago

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I have had this on my mind for a while now. Fem reader was a cruel villain in her previous life and was reincarnated to the Kn8 universe and met Soshiro and well... In love :3

Go crazy my friend.

Forgive me, this could've been a whole ass series, and I was too lazy to make it one LOL. Also I changed up the prompt slightly so that reader has always been in the KN8 universe, just reincarnating through the years.

Of All The Ways To Die

You were dying and they’d cursed you.

The audacity.

For the crime of being a witch, you’d been bound, gagged, and condemned to be burned alive. As the flames devoured your flesh, as the heat ravaged your body, as the smoke filled your lungs, you thought you glimpsed the gates of Hell in your last moments. They were flung open wide for you, and the tortured souls of your past were waiting to claim you, impatient for your penance. If that wasn’t nightmare enough, the Hoshinas had the audacity to send you to your damnation with a final parting gift- they placed a curse on you.

In this life and the next, in heaven and in hell, in purgatory and in limbo, in the span of every universe that could ever or would ever exist, your soul was cursed to an eternity bound to their clan. There was no world in which you could run or hide, there was only their infinite retribution.

It was a cruel punishment to be shackled to the souls of your murderers, to have every life you could ever live ended at their hands, but you didn’t intend to go quietly. You intended to make this curse as torturous for them as it was for you. If they were going to sabotage you at every turn, you’d just have to make your death worth it. If they were the protectors of peace, you were the bringer of chaos. And you planned to make such a mess of this world that even a Hoshina couldn’t put it back together.

If they were the heroes of this never ending saga, you were the perfect villain.

“I’ll see you on the other side of eternity.”

Your malicious grin was the last thing they saw before the flames enveloped you.

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You kept your promise in every life.

Even with no memories of your previous reincarnations, even with no knowledge of this everlasting curse, you left mayhem and madness in your wake. It was almost as though you couldn’t help yourself, as though evil were your second nature.

And when another Hoshina arrived at your door, when they claimed yet another one of your lives, you found some satisfaction in your death, knowing you’d caused so much devastation as to warrant their intervention.

As you succumbed to your fate, letting the darkness take hold of you once again, you wondered what trouble you could get up to in the next life.

You found your answer in the form of the black market.

In this technologically advanced age you’d now found yourself in, there was no room for witchcraft, for medieval villainy, there was simply give and take. And you took everything.

Before you knew it, you were the ruler over the black market. Every deal that was made, every secret that was whispered, every resource that was extracted, everything was yours to use as you pleased. In the span of a decade, you’d amassed an enormous empire.

And Soshiro had no idea.

In every life you’d ever lived, one Hoshina or another would always find you at your most heinous, at the peak of your degeneracy. And then your life would end.

But in this life, as though Fate had grown tired of this game, as though eternity was much too infinite for their liking, you grew up right next door to the Hoshinas. And Soshiro became your best friend.

For a while, his good influence was enough to corral most of your immorality on most days, but no one could help your greed or your ambition or your cunning.

When he ran off to join the Defense Force, your competing ambitions pulled the two of you apart. You weren’t as pure as he was, you wouldn’t dare waste your energy on such a ridiculous profession; it was a noble one but still ridiculous in your eyes. Meanwhile he couldn’t think of anything better. Though his endless optimism should’ve infuriated you, it only made you love him more. He saw the world for how cruel it was and still chose to hope for better. And some part of you couldn’t help but wonder if he could see the same in you. But the allure of the underworld held more appeal than your one sided love and before you knew it, you were too focused on your schemes to spend time nursing your pining heart.

When you did meet up with him on the occasion you were both free, he’d always tell you to do something with your life. He’d tell you to join him. He knew how strong you were, how smart you were, how driven you were. But he didn’t know that you’d already used those gifts to force every business and every back alley, every port and every parlor, into submission. Japan was a puppet and you were its master.

But every villain had their weakness, and it became harder and harder to ignore that he was yours. Looking back, you’d always had a soft spot for him.

When you were kids, someone made fun of Soshiro’s hair and you shaved half their head off in return.

When you were teens, he caught some teenager stealing from an old lady and when he ran after them to retrieve her purse, like the kind-hearted boy that he was, they punched him in the face. Before he could react, you broke their arm, like the cruel-hearted girl that you were.

And it didn’t matter how old or young your opponent was- you were undaunted and unwavering in your punishments. Once, a teacher had failed Soshiro due to a personal grudge they’d held against his father, and you took a sledgehammer to their car. When the teacher threatened to involve the authorities, you simply smiled at him and dared him to call the cops, saying that the second you saw a siren, you’d release photos of his infidelity to the entire country of Japan.

Even now, with all the power that you wielded, you’d use your influence to anonymously send supplies to the Third Division, to send food, to send weapons, to send armor. If you couldn’t be by his side, you could at least support him from afar. He didn’t have to know, he just had to stay safe.

When he messaged you, wanting to meet up again, you felt this was the perfect opportunity to make sure he’d been getting your gifts. You treated him to dinner at your favorite restaurant.

“How’s my favorite little entrepreneur?” He scooped you up in a hug.

You slightly winced, remembering the lie you’d told him about opening up your own shop to get him to stop trying to convince you to join the Defense Force. You comforted yourself with the thought that, technically, you owned lots of shops. If lots of shops meant the entirety of Japan. You bet you could even buy the JAKDF if you ever felt the desire to. It was a tempting thought now that you were faced with one of their most promising soldiers, and if buying the JAKDF meant more time with him, you’d have to look into it. You’d forgotten how much you missed him. How soft you got when he was around.

“I’m better now that you’re here.” You sighed into his shoulder.

He laughed. “Buttering me up, huh? Don’t tell me it’s cuz you’re tryna convince me to change jobs again.”

You pouted. “And what if I was?”

He ruffled your hair. “Then you’d have a hell of a time with it, because you know I’m not leaving the Defense Force.”

You crossed your arms and sulked. “You mean the shitty Defense Force that’s making you fight with nothing more than sticks and stones?”

He leaned forward, “Actually, we got this huge shipment the other day of brand new equipment. The very latest in Izumo tech. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that,” He tucked a hair behind your ear, “Would you?”

How was it that you owned thousands of casinos and still couldn’t manage a poker face to save your life?

He laughed, letting you off the hook for now. “Shall we order dinner?”

You grumbled to yourself about him being a tease and then buried your face in the menu. He smiled to himself on his side of the table.

When you had a couple more drinks in you, he pushed the subject again. “So. It seems you got my text the other day.”

You took another sip from your cup. “Which text? You text me a lot.”

He grinned. “Touche. The one about my suit overheating.”

You raised an eyebrow, unsure where he was going with this. “Yeah, I read that. What of it?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Oh nothing. I’m just assuming that’s why I got a new suit delivered to me the very same day, one that can withstand my combat power for longer periods of time.”

You choked on your drink. “Well that’s convenient, good for you.”

He laughed. “Cmon. How long are we going to keep doing this?”

You cleared your throat. “Doing what?”

He poked your nose. “Pretending like you’re not the one sending me these things.”

You laughed awkwardly. “I’m not so rich that I can get my hands on the latest Izumo tech, Soshiro. You overestimate me.”

“Mmhm. Sure. Okay. Well, if you ever find out who is leaving me all these gifts, thank them for me, yeah?” He finished his food and got up to leave, “And give them a big kiss for me, would you?” He smirked as he walked out the door.

What?

What did he just say?

Bastard.

“Soshiro! You asshole, you can’t just leave me hanging like that!” You dumped a couple large bills on the table, not even caring that you’d just tipped more than the meal was worth, and you ran after him.

He was laughing to himself down the street when you finally caught up to him. “So I guess business is doing good then?”

You glared at him. “And so maybe it is. What, I’m not allowed to send my best friend presents?”

He smirked. “Ah, so you admit you’re my secret admirer.” He bent down to whisper in your ear, “Or do you just want that kiss that badly?”

Before you could answer (you’re not even sure what you would’ve answered), he pulls you against him and presses his lips to yours.

After completely devouring all your oxygen, he pulls away and murmurs, “Thanks. For everything.”

You’re so breathless you think you might choke on your own lungs.

When he takes your hand and whispers in your ear, “Now it’s my turn to treat you,” and then leads you to a ballroom that he’d completely bought out just so he could slow dance with you, you think you might cough up the heart that’s beating so rapidly in your chest.

But of all the ways to die, you’ve decided this is the best way to go- in Soshiro’s arms.

#soshiro hoshina #kaiju no. 8 #anime #hoshina #oneshot #hoshina x reader #soshiro hoshina x reader #hoshina soshiro x reader #anime fanfic #han's library

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beastszai · 9 months ago

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mwah what up dawg can i requests dazai with a s/o whos very immature like laughs at the wrong time, whos laughs at inapporiate jokes and pranks kunikida. :33

YAHOOO hello hi hey anon!! TY for the request ehhehe MUA also dazai is so silly i wanna put him in a microwave *having a near death stroke*

✦ Dazai with an immature S/O ✦

♫ Walking On A Dream - Empire Of The Sun

✧ warnings : gn reader・ bad writing・slight hint at suggestive jokes・dazai being dazai (what else is new)・crack?��fluff??? (what the fuck is this help…)

✧ summary : some headcanons (my brain is fried) + you and zaza Dazai are a tad bit silly together at the agency instead of workin

w/c : 1K-ish

Youuuu two are pretty much the cause of Kunikida's daily headaches…

…though it's not just Kunikida losing his mind at this point, with both you and Dazai matching each other's energy, the whole agency is praying for peace every day.

Dazai feels prideful when he gets to get a little laugh out of you, it's easy for you to laugh at things and he finds it adorable

Your laughs and giggles feed his ego TRUST

His favorite moments are when you both seem to read each other's mind, later going back and forth between your ideas of how to annoy Kunikida

Both end up getting scolded and lectured by him, and in a worst-case scenario, he forces the two of you to sit as far apart from each other as possible while dumping piles of paper on your desks.

Your laughs also make him burst out laughing as well no matter how unfunny or serious the situation can be

With his way of wording things and your humor combined, it’s impossible for you to not snicker when he says the most normal things

“Dazai can you over real quick—” “I’m coming!” “…….that’s what she said LMFAOOOO”

A hundred percent made you laugh so much once that your stomach AND jaw were hurting

Dazai is silly, so it’s only fair he gets an ALSO silly s/o

…Today was unexpectedly boring. No special cases, no special encounters with the infamous port mafia… no special anything. Just paperwork. The only way to entertain yourself—and slack off from dealing with the paperwork and reporting on earlier cases—was to cause a little bit of chaos. The awkward silence throughout the agency’s office was killing you anyways…

You took a quick glance at Dazai who was sitting across the room and laying his chin on his desk, half asleep and bored out of his mind. He was quick to notice you looking at him and returned your gaze with his shit eating grin. The one that meant ‘nothing but trouble™’.

Your lips parted slightly to mouth the words ‘I’m bored’ to him, but Dazai was already spinning around in his office chair and wheeling his way closer to Kunikida’s desk.

“Heeeeey Kunikida~ So, you see, me and y/n are a teensy bit bored and I was wo-”

“Get the hell back to work, Dazai.”

The blond grumbled in frustration, not even raising his head from the monitor screen in front of him. His hands typed into the computer with speed, making a continuous clicking sound. Kunikida then paused, fixed his glasses and turned his head to you.

“…You too, y/n.”

He added, speaking in a much less annoyed tone than when he talked to Dazai. He immediately went back to working. The brunette sighed, getting back to his desk with a pout. Though, you knew that he was way too bored to have mercy on Kunikida today—or literally any other day.

Yanking one of the forms put aside on his desk in a swift motion, Dazai carefully turned it into a paper plane. He continued doing so until nearly half the pile of papers was gone and paper plane-ified. You raised your head from your own work and watched in amusement.

“Oh? You knew origami and didn’t tell me? Wow, ‘samu, can’t believe you’ve been keeping such great talent a secret from me!” You giggled, clutching your chest to add onto your dramatic act while spinning your office chairs’ way closer to Dazai. He grinned, busy adding the finishing touches to his 30th paper plane, “Oh I can do much more than some silly origami stuff, trust me on that.”

A chuckle escaped from your lips, loud enough for Dazai’s ears to catch it and smile with pride. He was so focused that he had even piqued Atsushi and Kyouka’s interest—along with Ranpo stealing glances from time to time.

You had long begun to help him with whatever he was scheming, making a few paper planes of your own and dropping the 45th? 54th? Whatever number paper plane onto his desk. While both of you were busy with your paper plane making, Kunikida’s laptop slammed shut; though neither you nor Dazai heard it or the sound of him stomping his way to the two of you. Dazai snickered while you counted the paper planes he’d made, going back and forth with the numbers as you kept losing count.

“Goddammit Dazai, stop distracting me! Unless you want to count all this yourself…” You grumbled and playfully smacked him in the head with the plane you were holding. He chuckled and opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off when Kunikida cleared his throat.

It made you both sink into your seats, slowly turning to face him—arms crossed and impatiently tapping his foot.

“Dazai. Y/n. May I ask what you’re doing? It’s not work as far as I’m concerned.”

Kunikida’s tone was surprisingly calm… the calm before the storm, you thought. Dazai, completely nonchalant about Kunikida’s presence, held one of the paper planes up and above his own head and grinned.

“Entertaining ourselves since boredom is ought to kill us~ Why do you ask?”

Out of curiosity, you decided to unfold one of the planes to take a look at it’s contents. Your vision blurred for a second once you realized what all that paperwork that you had turned into planes actually was… While Dazai was busy showing off the paper plane he had in hand to Kunikida, you desperately tugged on his sleeve, tapped his shoulder, shook his hand, anything to get him to stop talking.

“Dazai… have you even taken a look at what those papers were about?” Kunikida cut Dazai off, brows furrowed.

“Hmm? Oh, no not really! What’re they fo—”

“They’re all boss’ notes and reports…”

You whispered to him in a shaky voice, eyes still glued to Fukuzawa’s signature at the bottom of the crumpled piece of paper.

“Handwritten notes and reports.”

All three of you turned your head to Ranpo, who was fiddling around with a bag of chips, struggling to get it open.

“Those are all handwritten by him. He left them on Dazai’s desk not expecting anyone to touch them, knowing that he barely—almost never works… Just thought I’d let you know.”

A long pause. Ranpo then turned his chair around and aside from his faint chewing, the silence in the office had become deafening…

“…Wow, nice work, detective Dazai Osamu…” You mocked, eyebrows knitted together.

“Hey! Don’t throw me under the bus like thaaaaat, you helped too! So cruel of you, bella…”

Dazai gave you a dramatic ‘hmph!’ and awkwardly turned to Kunikida—who was practically shaking in fury—with a sheepish smile, throwing the paper plane at his head followed by a nervous laughter.

“Nowwww before you do or say anything, Kunikida-kun~ In my defens-”

“…DazaaAAAIIII—!!!”

p.s : its been awhile since ive written and actually posted it so this is a bit wonky I KNOW im not this ass at writing please spare my life i have a wife and kids…

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thebunnednun · 8 days ago

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Pairing: Pro Hero! Katsuki Bakugou x Prohero!Ex! Reader

Years after you walked out of his life, Katsuki can't stand how his mind won't let you go after all this time.

And after your most recent phone call,

He doesn't think he ever will.

You baddies with fatties know what time it is.

Part one right here.

Part 2 over yander

Inspired by the song: Darling, I

Additional song: Hurt

Warning: Heavy angst, post break ups, crying Katsuki, meeting ex's (you).

"You."

His voice was sharp, sharper than intended, but there was also a tremor in it that he couldn’t quite control. A piece of him wanted to move, to step back, to escape this strange pull.

Katsuki's feet were rooted to the spot.

You didn’t answer right away.

Instead, you stared up at him, her eyes scanning his face with an intensity that made him feel exposed, like you could see through the layers he kept carefully guarded.

It was you—holding Eri in your arms, the world seemingly standing still as the rest of Class 1-A filled the ramen shop with their usual energy. They were scattered around the tables, carefree laughter and banter echoing off the walls.

The mood was light, filled with the comfort of being surrounded by friends who didn’t have to speak about the weight of the world to be understood. For a moment, everything felt like it could just go on forever, uncomplicated and easy.

Standing silently at the entrance behind you, was a presence that commanded attention without a word.

Aizawa.

His figure was cloaked in black, just as sharp and disinterested as ever, though his appearance had changed—his hair was longer now, tied back in a low bun, the familiar stubble on his jaw now neatly groomed into something more respectable. His arms were crossed, leaning against the doorframe, eyes narrowing as he took in the scene.

You were right in front of him now, Eri in your arms—her dark maroon dress contrasting with the brightness of the ramen shop. She laughed, sweet and innocent, her joy radiating outward. And then, before anyone could blink, she threw herself into Katsuki’s arms with a burst of energy, the weight of her small form barely affecting him. He grunted as he caught her, a gruff smile breaking through his usual scowl as she snuggled into him.

It was then that everything seemed to shift. The room grew quieter, and every pair of eyes in the ramen shop turned toward you and Katsuki. He could feel the shift, the sudden focus of the room falling on him, but his eyes—his only focus—were on you. You.

You looked better than the last time he'd seen you on the news.

Better than the picture he'd imagined in his head. There were signs, faint but there—small remnants of the fight you’d endured. The smallest pink tint to your eyes, as if they carried the weight of things you couldn’t say. Bandages wrapped around your arms, the faintest hint of surgical tape holding part of your eyebrow in place, but even those marks didn’t matter to him. Not when he saw you.

It was you—the you, the one from before.

The one who had been a part of him once, so effortlessly entwined in his world that it felt like a distant memory now, a ghost of something beautiful he couldn’t quite let go. And even with the signs of the struggle you’d been through, you were still lovely—so lovely—like the day he met you and the day you walked away, and every single moment in between.

You were forever.

Katsuki’s chest tightened, his heart beating faster as you turned to face him, your eyes meeting his. His breath hitched, and his mind—his thoughts—tangled in chaos. ‘Oh, fuck.’ He didn’t know if he could do this.

Didn’t know if he could face this moment, standing in front of you after all this time.

His stomach churned, his throat suddenly dry.

There were no words to fill the gap. Just the lingering gaze. The weight of the silence was almost too much. His heart was racing, the uncertainty of it all sinking in deeper with every passing second.

You were still the one he thought of when the world went quiet. But now… now, you were here, and everything he thought he knew was slowly shattering.

He wasn’t sure if he was ready for this. For you.

And yet… he couldn’t pull away.

Aizawa stepped forward silently, his sharp eyes softening just the slightest as Eri giggled in Katsuki’s arms. She hugged him tightly, her small arms wrapped around his neck as if she never wanted to let go. Katsuki, overwhelmed, held her close for a beat longer before Aizawa gently rested a hand on her back.

“Come on, Eri,” Aizawa murmured, his voice low and steady as always. “Let Bakugou breathe.”

Eri pulled back, her bright eyes shimmering with happiness. “Thank you, Kacchan,” she whispered before reaching out for Aizawa. Katsuki handed her over, his hands lingering in the air for a second longer than necessary as if he wasn’t quite ready to let go. Aizawa gave a brief nod to Katsuki, then to you, before turning toward the others, Eri nestled against him.

You turned your attention to Izuku and Todoroki, a small nod of acknowledgment exchanged between you and the two behind Katsuki. Izuku looked as if he wanted to say something, his hands twitching at his sides, but he held back, his green eyes wide with surprise and maybe a bit of relief. Todoroki, ever composed, gave a small nod in return, though his gaze lingered, curious but respectful.

Then you shifted your focus back to Katsuki. Without a word, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his hand before intertwining with his.

It would have been better if you shot him.

His entire body jolted at the contact. It was as if a firework had gone off inside him—a sharp, electric heat that started at the very tips of his fingers and shot up his arm, exploding into his chest and spreading through every inch of him. He felt like he was burning alive, and yet, it wasn’t painful. It was overwhelming, consuming, like the first crackle of an ignition that he couldn’t control.

You gave his hand a gentle tug, and he followed without thinking, his feet moving on instinct as you led him outside.

The cold air hit him again, sharp and bracing, but it did nothing to quell the inferno raging inside him. His thoughts blurred into a mess of heat and longing, the contact of your hand against his sending his heart into overdrive.

He could barely think, barely breathe. All he knew was the warmth of your touch and the fact that he couldn’t—wouldn’t—let go.

Not this time.

You led him just past the shop's entrance, the cold air still biting but not nearly as harsh as the electric charge pulsing between you both. It was quieter here, the sounds of laughter and clinking dishes from inside a muffled hum behind you. As you came to a stop, you glanced toward the shop window. Denki caught your eye from his seat, flashing a wide, toothy grin and waggling his fingers at you.

Your lips curved into a soft, genuine smile as you wiggled your fingers back at him. It was a small, playful gesture, but the warmth in it hit Katsuki like a punch to the gut. When Denki noticed who stood beside you, his grin faltered, and his face disappeared beneath the edge of the windowsill in a dramatic slump. You chuckled softly, turning back to Katsuki with that same light still dancing in your expression.

And then, it was just you two.

Katsuki became all too aware of the bag hanging awkwardly from his wrist and the bouquet clutched in his hand. He tightened his grip instinctively as if he could somehow shield the delicate flowers from your gaze. But you noticed them anyway, your eyes flicking to the bouquet for just a second before landing on him again.

“Hot date tonight?” you teased, your voice lilting with a playful edge, but there was something genuine in the smile that accompanied it. The way your eyes twinkled when you looked at him made his chest ache, and his stomach churn weakly.

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His throat felt too tight, his voice lodged somewhere between his lungs and the storm brewing in his mind. He could only stand there, staring at you like some starstruck fool, taking you in as if seeing you for the first time all over again.

You were breathtaking. You always had been.

The funeral attire somehow only added to the ethereal quality about you, as though you’d stepped out of another world entirely. The tailored black coat hugged you snugly, cinched at the waist, and fell just past your knees, its hem swaying softly in the cold breeze. Underneath, a sleek black dress peeked out, its neckline modest but flattering, the fabric glimmering faintly with each subtle shift of your body.

And then there was you.

Your skin had a healthy, warm glow despite the faintest hints of exhaustion etched at the corners of your eyes, their pinkish hue betraying emotions you kept tightly tucked away. The surgical tape that stitched together a part of your eyebrow and the bandages peeking from the sleeves of your coat told their own stories, but they didn’t dull your beauty. If anything, they added to it—like cracks in a porcelain vase that somehow made it even more striking.

The curve of your lips, still soft and inviting, was framed by the sweet corners of your mouth. Your word could speak life or death into him, even 16 years later. Your braids that cascaded over your shoulders seemed heavy now. The wind teased them, strands of hair catching the light like threads of onyx.

Your eyes—those bright, captivating eyes that could light up a room or pierce through steel—were locked on him, brimming with curiosity, warmth, and something that made his knees feel like jelly.

For a moment, Katsuki forgot how to breathe.

And then, like a cruel bolt of lightning, his mind betrayed him.

The weight in Katsuki’s chest finally broke loose as fresh tears welled in his eyes, unbidden and unstoppable. He lowered himself slightly, enough to meet you at eye level. The intensity in his gaze softened, and his voice, rough and strained, cracked just slightly as he spoke.

"I'm sorry about Rita," he said, his words deliberate but heavy, as though each one carried a piece of the sorrow he couldn’t contain. "I wish I could’ve helped."

Your eyes widened, the surprise stark in your expression. For a moment, you stood frozen, the bouquet trembling in your hands. Your lips parted, but no sound escaped. You swallowed, hard, once, and then again, your throat working against the sudden flood of emotion.

“Thank you,” you finally managed, your voice barely above a whisper, trembling like the faintest echo of a storm. “She…she would tell you not to beat yourself up about it.”

Katsuki blinked, his mouth twitching as he tried to process your words. And then, to your visible shock, a single tear escaped the corner of his eye. You followed its trail, transfixed, as it carved a path down his cheek, catching briefly on the sharp line of his jaw before vanishing into the night.

Neither of you moved for a long moment, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between you. The world seemed to fade into the background—the muffled hum of the ramen shop, the distant sound of passing cars, the neon lights casting fractured colors onto the pavement.

Finally, you cleared your throat, the sound delicate but grounding. "You…you okay?"

“Yeah,” Katsuki muttered, his voice rough. “Are you?”

You tilted your head slightly, as if considering the question, and offered a weak but genuine smile.

“Getting there,” you said, your tone faintly wry.

The conversation drifted after that, not about Rita but about small things—the kind of easy, gentle back-and-forth that came from a place of familiarity. Katsuki found himself listening more than talking, his sharp edges dulled by the warmth in your voice. He couldn’t help but notice, though, how your shoulders tensed every so often, the faintest shiver rippling through you.

Without a word, Katsuki motioned for you to follow him, his boots crunching softly against the gravel as he led you toward a familiar pickup truck parked a short distance away. You hesitated but followed, your brows furrowing in curiosity.

“This…is Kirishima’s truck,” you said, half-questioning as you stopped beside him.

Katsuki nodded, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah. You think he’d let me hear the end of it if I didn’t take care of you? You’d break his damn heart if you didn’t feel comfortable using his stuff.”

His tone was mockingly sweet, exaggerated in a way that brought the faintest flicker of a smile to your lips. He leaned through the cracked window, reaching into the cab with practiced ease, and retrieved a familiar jacket—the black one with the orange lining he always wore on colder days.

Straightening, he held it out to you. For a moment, you hesitated, your eyes searching his face in the neon glow. Something in his expression—a quiet sincerity, almost tender in its simplicity—made the decision for you.

Gently, you took the jacket, your fingers brushing his in the exchange.

“Thanks,” you said softly, slipping your arms through the sleeves. The warmth enveloped you almost immediately, carrying with it the faint, comforting scent of smoke and caramel that was so distinctly Katsuki.

“Come on,” he said, nodding toward the side of the shop where you’d been before.

You fell into step beside him, the two of you walking back in silence, but it wasn’t awkward. It felt like a moment suspended in time, fragile but somehow right. Katsuki couldn’t help but glance at you as you walked, the way the neon lights danced across your face, highlighting the curves and planes he’d memorized long ago.

You looked so different from the last time he’d seen you, yet so achingly familiar, and for a second, it was almost too much.

But he kept walking, matching his pace with yours, the weight of his earlier thoughts lightened just a little by your presence.

"Why the flowers and the card?"

The question escaped your lips softly, curious but tinged with something else.

Katsuki’s gaze darted to the ground for a split second, and then he looked at you again, his eyes uncharacteristically earnest.

"Because I saw them and thought of you," he said, his tone quieter than usual but unwavering.

Your eyebrows raised in a sharp arc, and the corners of your mouth tugged up faintly, though the expression didn’t quite reach your eyes. "Ouch," you muttered, letting your face relax as you absentmindedly reached up to rub at the spot where surgical tape stretched across your eyebrow.

Katsuki’s entire body tensed. Instinct roared through him, bypassing thought, and his hand shot up halfway to yours before he froze. The hesitation was uncharacteristic, almost foreign, and it hung in the air like an unresolved chord.

You caught the motion, your gaze snapping to his. For a brief moment, you both stared, an unreadable mix of emotions flickering across your face. Then, as if the tension was too much to bear, you let out a breathy laugh and muttered under it,

"I’m not the one who bites."

It was the breaking point.

Katsuki’s knees gave out in the most spectacularly graceless way possible. His legs simply folded, and his body jolted downward like a puppet with its strings cut.

"Shit!" he hissed as his back collided with a parking meter, the hollow clang echoing in the otherwise quiet street.

Your surprised yelp followed almost immediately, and before you could think, you lunged forward to steady him. The momentum carried you straight into his chest, and he instinctively grabbed your waist to keep you both from collapsing entirely.

The collision was messy and awkward, but what followed was neither.

For a moment, you were pressed so close that the world around you faded.

Your heartbeats synced, thrumming against each other like an unspoken melody, the warmth of his body seeping through the layers of fabric between you. His scent—smoke, burnt caramel, and something indefinably Katsuki—engulfed you, and your own familiar fragrance, that lotion he used to tease you about, rose faintly to meet him.

Katsuki couldn’t breathe. His ears went beet red, the flush spreading up his neck like wildfire. You, for your part, were entirely still, your face mere inches from his as your wide eyes blinked up at him in stunned silence.

The flowers, nearly squished between your bodies, crumpled slightly against his chest. You made a small noise of protest, your first attempt to pull back thwarted by the press of his hands still firm on your waist.

"Katsuki…," you started, but your voice faltered as you glanced down at the proximity.

Something in him snapped.

He was done, absolutely done with this entire embarrassing spiral of events. With a huff of determination, he bent his knees slightly, shifted his grip, and scooped you up in one clean motion.

"What the hell—" you exclaimed, but the rest of your sentence got lost somewhere between shock and disbelief as Katsuki turned on his heel and strode across the street like a man on a mission.

You blinked down at him, torn between indignation and incredulous laughter. "Put me down, Katsuki!"

"Not a chance," he grumbled, his voice laced with something both exasperated and resolute.

He crossed the street to a small, shared sitting area just outside a convenience store and another restaurant. The space was warm and inviting, illuminated by the soft glow of several open fireplaces scattered among the tables. The smell of charred wood and faint spices lingered in the crisp night air.

A waiter lingering by the outdoor seating area blinked in confusion as Katsuki approached. Without so much as a word, Katsuki shoved a crumpled wad of yen into the waiter’s hand—far more than the situation warranted—and jerked his chin toward the farthest corner of the space.

"Beat it," he ordered, his voice sharp but not unkind.

The waiter, visibly rattled, hesitated for a moment before turning his gaze to you, clearly wondering if he needed to intervene.

You poked your head out from where it had been resting against Katsuki’s chest and offered the waiter a sheepish but reassuring smile. "It’s fine," you said, your voice steady despite your awkward position. "I’m a consenting party in this whole…thing."

The poor man nodded slowly, clearly unconvinced but not willing to argue. "I’ll, uh, bring you menus in a bit," he murmured before hurrying off toward the restaurant.

Katsuki didn’t stop until he reached a quiet corner, where the heat from one of the nearby fireplaces cast a gentle glow over the stone-tiled ground. He set you down on one of the cushioned benches, shrugging off the weight of the entire situation with a small huff.

The warmth from the fire flickered across both of your faces, chasing away the lingering chill of the night.

You glanced around the now-vacant area, noting the unexpected privacy, and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Subtle," you teased, though the faint curl of a smile on your lips softened the jab.

Katsuki shrugged, leaning back slightly with his hands stuffed into his pockets. His eyes found yours, steady and burning with an intensity that made your breath hitch. "Subtle’s overrated," he said simply.

You huffed a laugh and shook your head, leaning into the heat of the fire. The silence that fell between you was far from uncomfortable. Instead, it felt almost sacred, like a fragile bubble that neither of you wanted to pop.

And for the first time in years, Katsuki felt the weight on his chest ease, just a little.

You nudge the seat in front of you but Katsuki doesn’t budge.

He hesitated, glancing between the bench and you, but something in your expression left no room for argument. He grumbled under his breath, lowering himself onto the cushioned seat with a sharp exhale. Quickly, you shoved the flowers into his hands and used your nails to slice open the envelope.

The flames from the nearby fire pit cast a golden hue over his face, softening the hard lines of his features.

You straightened the edges of the card in your hands, fingers brushing over the raised lettering on the front. It was plain but tasteful, and as you opened it, Katsuki’s scrawled handwriting sprawled unevenly across the inside. The strokes were rushed, almost frantic, like he’d barely had time to think before putting pen to paper.

He watched you as you read, his chest rising and falling in measured breaths. But beneath the practiced control, you could sense the tension radiating off him.

He looked like a high schooler waiting for his crush to read his love letter, except you knew—you knew—that wasn’t what he had written about.

And yet, as you scanned the words, the crease between your brows deepened.

Your eyes flicked over the lines again. Then again. Katsuki’s leg started bouncing, and his hand gripped the armrest tightly enough to make his knuckles whiten.

“Well?” he finally snapped, his voice rough, though you caught the faintest edge of nervousness underneath.

“I don’t get it,” you said bluntly, lowering the card slightly but keeping your gaze fixed on the uneven handwriting.

“This isn’t like you, Katsuki.”

His jaw tightened.

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

You didn’t answer immediately, rereading a particular passage. “…Maybe letting go is a beautiful thing. Perfect for the time being…” you murmured, your voice soft and filled with confusion.

“What is this?”

“What does it sound like?” he said gruffly, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees. The firelight glinted off his sharp crimson eyes, making them look even more intense. “It’s…fuck, it’s about life.”

“About life?” You met his gaze fully now, your lips parted slightly. “Katsuki, this…” You held up the card.

“This sounds like you’re talking about how we moved on. How we’ve…achieved everything we dreamed of.”

“Yeah, and?” His voice cracked slightly, and he covered it with a cough.

“Ain’t that true?”

You pause, your fingers tightening on the edges of the card.

“Is it?”

His leg stopped bouncing. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The distant hum of the city filled the silence, broken only by the occasional pop of the firewood.

“I drive my Bimmer in the summer,” you began slowly, rereading another line, “Forever is too long. Katsuki, what are you…what are you trying to say here?”

He scrubbed a hand down his face, letting out a frustrated groan. “It’s not…fuck, it’s not about that shit literally, alright?” He leaned back, running both hands through his hair and making it stick up even more than usual.

“It’s about…about how nothing’s ever enough.”

“What do you mean?” Your voice softened, and your gaze searched his face for answers. “What isn’t enough?”

His laugh was bitter, short, and humorless. “Everything. The cars, the rank, the money, the…the goddamn awards” He waved a hand vaguely, his frustration tangible.

“None of it fucking matters if I…if I can’t…”

“If you can't, what?” you pressed gently, leaning forward.

His lips parted, but no words came out.

He looked at you, really looked at you, and for a moment, he seemed like he was about to say something monumental.

But then his gaze flicked to the hem of your dress, and he saw another, singed and blackened in places, and his expression shifted to something else entirely.

“Were you okay?” he asked abruptly, his voice low and gruff.

You blinked, startled by the sudden change. “What?”

“Your dress,” he said, gesturing vaguely toward the edges. “It got burned.”

“Oh.” You glanced down at the ruined fabric, brushing it lightly with your fingers. “Yeah, I was fine. It’s nothing.”

He made a noise in the back of his throat, something that sounded suspiciously like doubt.

“’s not nothing,” he muttered.

You sighed, tilting your head slightly. “Were you okay? You know…after I threw you off the balcony?”

The corner of his mouth twitched upward in a brief, wry smile. “’Course I’m okay. Didn’t even scratch me.” He paused, his gaze dropping.

“But…I should’ve called.”

Your heart stuttered, and for a moment, you couldn’t speak. You stared at him, your fingers tightening on the card again. Finally, you let out a shaky laugh. “Forget about it. I did. Mostly.” You bit the inside of your cheek and glanced down, your voice dropping.

“Though there are a few pictures I wish I’d taken with me.”

He straightened slightly, his brows furrowing. “I could bring ‘em to you.”

You almost dropped the card. Your fingers fumbled, and the paper fluttered dangerously before you caught it.

“What?”

Katsuki frowned, his head tilting slightly. “What?”

“You kept them?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes searched his face for any sign of dishonesty. “I thought you…I thought you would’ve burned them all.”

The shock on his face was immediate, his eyes widening as if you’d just accused him of treason. “What?” he repeated, his voice louder now. “Hell no! I…I couldn’t have done that.” He hesitated, his hands clenching into fists before relaxing.

“Okay, maybe I could’ve…but not…not of you.” His voice dropped, rough and raw.

“Not of you.”

The words hung between you like a fragile thread, trembling but unbroken. The fire crackled softly, casting dancing shadows across your faces as you stared at each other in silence. His confession lingered in the air, heavy and unspoken, and you found yourself unable to look away from him.

For once, Katsuki didn’t look like the indomitable hero or the brash, fiery man you had known for so long.

He looked vulnerable, human, and heartbreakingly sincere.

And as the flames reflected in his crimson eyes, you felt a pang deep in your chest—an ache that you weren’t sure you could ignore any longer.

But neither of you spoke.

The silence was too precious, too fragile to break.

So you sat there, bathed in the warm glow of the fire, each of you quietly trying to piece together the fragments of what had once been.

Katsuki placed the bouquet gently on the table, the vibrant colors of the flowers catching the flickering glow of the firelight. His hands rose shakily to his head, fingers threading through his blond hair as he gripped at the roots, tugging slightly as if he could wring the words out of his mind. His elbows rested on the table, and for a moment, he stayed like that—shoulders hunched, eyes squeezed shut, and his breath uneven.

You sat across from him, your hands folded in your lap, trying to steel yourself for whatever storm of words was about to come. You could see the faint tremor in his fingers and the deep lines of stress carved into his face.

Then, finally, he exhaled deeply and lifted his head, his crimson eyes glimmering with unshed tears.

“I... I heard this song,” he began, his voice hoarse. “It’s been trending lately, y’know? And maybe that’s why I wrote all that shit in the card. It just... it hit something in me. Something I’ve been too much of a coward to face for years.”

He laughed bitterly, shaking his head as if mocking himself. “I know I’m being selfish right now. I know you’re dealing with your grief, and you don’t need me dragging up all this crap from the past, but—”

He stopped, swallowing hard as his Adam’s apple bobbed.

“But I can’t live with myself if I don’t get this off my chest.”

Katsuki leaned forward suddenly, reaching out to take both of your hands in his. His grip was firm yet trembling, his palms warm against yours. His eyes, now glossy with tears, locked onto yours, and the weight of his emotions slammed into you like a tidal wave. Your own tears began to blur your vision, and you cursed yourself for being unable to hold them back.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice cracking. The silence that followed felt deafening, the words hanging heavy in the air between you.

Your face was unreadable, frozen in a mixture of shock and vulnerability. He pressed forward, his thumbs brushing over the backs of your hands as he continued.

“I’m sorry for everything. For acting like a fucking idiot back then. For how things ended. For the media shitstorm. For the way I left things hanging in the air... for never reaching out.”

His voice grew quieter with each apology, the regret in his tone cutting deeper each time.

“I’m sorry for the way it affected everyone—our friends, our lives. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed someone. And I’m so goddamn sorry I let all this time pass.” He let out a shaky breath, his voice breaking as he forced himself to go on.

“Your grandma... she passed away, and I wasn’t there. I couldn’t... I couldn’t shield you from that pain or comfort you when you needed it most. And maybe you didn’t want me there. Maybe you didn’t need me. But...” He looked down at your joined hands, his tears slipping free and landing silently on your knuckles.

“I wanted to be there. I wanted to offer it anyway.”

His head hung for a moment as if the weight of his emotions had become too much to bear. When he looked back up, his face was raw and unguarded, the barriers he’d so carefully built over the years crumbling to dust.

“I know the saying,” he said, his voice little more than a whisper. “‘A day late and a dollar short.’ Well, I’m sixteen years too fucking late. But... from the bottom of my heart and the depths of my soul,”

“I’m sorry.”

Your lip trembled as his words sank in, every syllable hitting you like a blow. He squeezed your hands gently, the desperation in his touch almost unbearable.

“And I’m not asking you to forgive me,” he added, his voice firmer now, though still laced with anguish.

“I know it’s selfish of me to even bring this up, but... I wish I’d handled things better. I wish there wasn’t this giant wall between us, this mountain of distance that just keeps growing. I don’t even know what else to say or do...”

Katsuki’s voice trailed off, and he stared into your eyes, unflinching despite the tears rolling down his cheeks.

His vulnerability, his raw honesty, was overwhelming, and you could feel your own tears spilling over, streaming silently down your face.

Neither of you moved, and neither of you broke the gaze.

In the glow of the firelight, your shared silence spoke louder than words. The years of pain, regret, and longing that had built up between you seemed to swirl in the air, heavy yet strangely cathartic. You could feel his pulse through your hands, steady yet erratic, matching the rhythm of your own racing heart.

And in that moment, as the world seemed to shrink to just the two of you, you realized how profoundly you had both been carrying the weight of the past.

You nodded slowly, the weight of his words pressing against you like a tangible force. It wasn’t just the apology—though the power of it was undeniable—but the sheer enormity of emotions it dragged up from inside you, emotions you thought you’d buried long ago. They rose like a tide, unbidden and relentless, threatening to pull you under.

Your eyes darted down to your joined hands, his fingers warm and trembling against yours.

It felt surreal.

This moment felt surreal. The space between you was thick with an odd mix of tension and... something else. Maybe it was the weight of the situation. Maybe it was the tragedy of it all, the reminder of what had been lost—not just Rita, but the years, the connection, the bond you once shared.

In another life, in a world untouched by this grief, maybe you could have blown him off. You could have let him sit there with his bag of feelings, with the apology that came far too late.

You’d have every right to.

After all, you hadn’t asked for this. You hadn’t asked for the years of silence, the emotional chaos, or the devastation of a friendship that was supposed to be built on something pure and simple—your heart, freely offered, no strings attached.

But here you were, and despite the storm of anger, pain, and regret churning inside you, there was something else. Something lighter.

Strange, unfamiliar.

Maybe it was happiness. Not the kind that bursts forth in bright, fleeting bursts, but the quiet, steady sort that comes from acknowledgment.

Katsuki Bakugou��proud, brash, unrelenting Katsuki Bakugou—was sitting before you, raw and broken, admitting out loud that he had messed up. That he was sorry. And he wasn’t asking for anything.

Not forgiveness.

Not a second chance.

Nothing.

Just... acknowledgment in return.

And maybe that’s what made this moment so heavy.

Because last night, when you’d torn apart your house in a frantic, grief-stricken search for Rita’s will, you’d reached the end of your rope. The thought of calling him, of hearing his voice, had nearly shattered you. You’d stood there, clutching your phone, staring at the blank screen with trembling hands.

But then you dialed.

Without thinking, without hesitating, your fingers moved on instinct.

You knew that number by heart, even after all these years. The call had gone through, and his voice on the other end—rough, surprised, and slightly panicked—had hit you like a freight train.

Now, here he was, sitting across from you, holding your hands like they were a lifeline. And you couldn’t shake the feeling of dissonance.

Because this man before you?

He wasn’t your Katsuki.

Your Katsuki was somewhere in the past, frozen in the amber of your memories.

He was the brash boy from high school, the fiery upstart at the beginning of his career. He was the one who used to shield your name like it was sacred, who would all but attack anyone who dared utter it in his presence. You used to watch him on the news, almost marveling at how far he would go to avoid even the shadow of you.

This man, though—this Katsuki—was different.

He was older, quieter, and somehow softer, even in his roughness. He was still selfish—he’d admitted as much—but there was a depth to it, a maturity, that hadn’t been there before.

And maybe, just maybe, you needed to hear this. Not for him, but for yourself. To let go of the past you’d avoided so much, to release the grip of the “what could have been” that had quietly haunted you since things fell apart.

The firelight danced across his face, highlighting the tears that glistened on his cheeks. His grip on your hands tightened ever so slightly, grounding you in the present. And though your mind was racing, spiraling into memories and emotions, you realized something with startling clarity.

This moment, this apology, was as much for you as it was for him.

A chance to unburden yourself of the pain, to finally put it to rest.

You exhaled shakily, your voice a whisper as you finally spoke.

“Katsuki…”

"She asked about you," you said, your voice trembling as you squeezed his hands. Your eyes dropped to your lap, unable to hold his gaze any longer. Katsuki stiffened slightly, a flicker of something unnamable crossing his face. He knew who you meant.

“Rita,” he whispered, barely audible.

You nodded. "She asked if I’d spoken to you. If you’d finally broken and reached out to me."

Your voice cracked, and Katsuki saw it all then—everything you had kept buried for years. The hurt. The pain of loving the woman who had raised you. The unbearable weight of loss that now hung between you, heavy and suffocating. It was all there, laid bare in your expression.

And then, the dam broke.

You cried. Openly and freely, the tears spilling down your cheeks in hot, stinging streams. Your shoulders trembled with the force of it, and your breath came in ragged, uneven gasps.

Katsuki’s soul tightened.

The sight of you like this—it was too much.

He couldn’t just sit there, couldn’t let you drown in the grief that he’d avoided for so long. Without a word, he moved. His chair scraped loudly against the floor as he slid closer, his hands releasing yours only so he could wrap his arms around you.

Before you even registered it, you were pulled into the warmth of his chest.

Katsuki's arms encircled you tightly, holding you like you might shatter into pieces if he let go. One hand came up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers threading smoothing down your hair, while the other arm wrapped around your wait and pressed firmly against your back, keeping you anchored to him.

He began rocking you, slowly and gently, back and forth. The motion was soothing, rhythmic.

Familiar.

It took you back to the times he’d done the same—after you’d failed a test in school and were convinced you’d never make it, or in the sterile, suffocating room of a hospital after the Hero War when everything felt impossibly bleak.

Katsuki’s voice broke through your sobs, hoarse and choked with emotion. “You’re safe,” he repeated, over and over, like a mantra.

And then, you heard it—his own crying.

Quiet at first, just shaky breaths and the occasional sniff, but it grew louder as the weight of the moment pressed down on him. His shoulders shook as his tears spilled freely, dampening your hair and his cheeks alike. His grip on you tightened, like he was afraid you might vanish if he let go.

“It shouldn’t have taken this,” he managed through the tears. His voice was raw, every word thick with regret. “It shouldn’t have taken her... for us to talk again. For me to—” He broke off, his chest heaving with another sob.

You buried your face into his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt like it was the only thing tethering you to reality. You felt the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your cheek, strong and erratic all at once. It was grounding in a way nothing else could be.

“I miss her,” you choked out, the words barely audible through the sobs.

“I know,” Katsuki whispered, his voice breaking. “I know. She—” He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing visibly. “She was amazing. She’s at peace now.”

The two of you stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, crying openly and freely for what felt like an eternity. In that moment, it didn’t matter how much time had passed, or how much pain had been inflicted, or how selfish it might seem.

What mattered was that, for the first time in years, you weren’t alone in your grief.

And neither was he.

You stayed like that, holding onto each other as if letting go would mean losing everything all over again. You didn’t know how much time passed. The world outside seemed to fade into irrelevance, the soft murmur of distant traffic and the bite of winter’s cold only faint reminders that life still moved on beyond your bubble of shared grief.

The streetlights flickered on one by one, casting a golden glow over the sidewalk where you sat, but you didn’t want to move.

You didn’t want to leave the warmth of Katsuki’s embrace—the man you had loved so deeply, so fiercely, that even now, after everything, the embers of that love still burned quietly in the darkest part of your soul.

And so, you cried again.

Not for your grandmother this time, but for the friendship you had lost. For the relationship that had crumbled under the weight of pride and immaturity.

For the future you had once dreamed of together but had been shattered into irreparable pieces.

Katsuki cried too, the sound raw and unfiltered, like an ocean tide crashing against jagged rocks.

The weight of his emotions poured out in waves, and you felt like you could drown in the sorrow that filled the space between you. The salty taste of tears clung to your lips, and the cold air stung your damp cheeks.

As you sniffled, you realized with a groan that you’d left your purse back at the ramen shop—the very one that held your tissues. Before you could even voice your dilemma, the door to the restaurant creaked open, and the waiter appeared with not one but two boxes of kleenex.

Katsuki took them with a slight bow of his head, muttering a gruff, “Thanks.” The waiter nodded in silent understanding before slipping back inside, leaving you both with a bit more humanity to cling to.

You grabbed a handful of tissues, blowing your nose loudly and shamelessly. Katsuki wrinkled his nose and pulled back slightly.

“Ew,” he teased, his voice raspy from crying but still laced with playful sarcasm.

You shot him a watery glare. “I’ll wipe it on you,” you threatened, waving the crumpled tissue in his direction.

His lips twitched upward, and he leaned forward. “I’d like to see you try.”

Before you could retaliate, Katsuki snatched a fresh wad of tissues and reached out. His movements were unexpectedly gentle as he dabbed at your tear-streaked face, his fingertips brushing against your skin with surprising care. You stayed still, letting him clean you up, and in that small act of tenderness, something inside you softened.

“You’ve got snot,” he muttered, though there was no bite to his words, only a quiet affection that made your heart ache.

“Don’t push your luck,” you shot back, though the corners of your lips twitched upward for the first time that night.

As the tissues piled up in the small trash can by your side, you found yourself talking.

Tentative at first, but then with more ease. Katsuki mentioned how he’d been dragged to more gatherings with friends lately, awkward at first but tolerable now.

You told him about your grandmother’s favorite songs, how the old records still played flawlessly despite their age. He mentioned the get togethers, and you nodded, suggesting he should join in more often—not just as a favor to the others, but because it seemed like he was starting to open up again.

The conversation shifted to the pictures. “I could come by to pick them up,” you offered, though the idea of stepping into his world again made your chest tighten.

“Or… I could have them delivered if it’s easier.” Katsuki shook his head. “I want you to choose what’s comfortable. No pressure, alright?”

You hesitated, chewing your lip as you weighed your words.

“Honestly? I need some time to… get myself together. This is a lot for both of us.” You glanced down at the tissue box, your fingers toying with the cardboard edge.

“But maybe we could start slow. Like meeting at a park or something? Neutral ground.”

He nodded, his crimson eyes steady on yours. “Yeah. That sounds fair.”

There was a beat of silence, and then his gaze shifted, his hands tightening slightly where they rested on his knees. “It might take a bit, not all the pictures are at my place.”

You frowned, tilting your head.

“What do you mean?”

He hesitated, his throat working as he swallowed. The streetlamp above cast long shadows across his face, accentuating the strain in his features.

“Most of the stuff... it’s still at the old apartment.”

Your breath caught. The tissues you had been about to use slipped from your fingers and fell to the ground, forgotten.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

The weight of his words hung in the air, heavy and oppressive. Your heart thudded painfully against your ribs as memories of that place rushed to the surface—the laughter, the arguments, the quiet moments that had once felt like forever.

You looked up at him, and your vision blurred with fresh tears. Katsuki’s jaw clenched, his eyes shimmering as he watched you, waiting for the inevitable.

And then, like a breaking wave, the tears came again.

You sobbed, raw and unrestrained, as the reality of everything hit you all over again. Katsuki reached for you instinctively, pulling you close, and you buried your face in his shoulder. His arms wrapped around you, and this time, neither of you tried to stop the flood.

The world around you faded once more, leaving only the two of you—two broken people trying to find pieces of themselves in the other.

Eventually, the Kleenex dwindled to nothing, leaving both of you with red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked faces. You tilted back the water bottle, gulping down what remained, and washed down an aspirin with the last drops. Katsuki pushed himself up and offered his hand.

“C’mon,” he said, voice low but steady. “Let’s hit the store. We’ll grab more for you... and me, too.”

You let him help you to your feet, your hand lingering in his a moment longer than necessary. The chill of winter nipped at your exposed skin as you walked side by side to the convenience store. The silence between you wasn’t awkward or heavy anymore—it was soft and comfortable, filled with the quiet sounds of the city around you. Distant traffic hummed, the occasional bark of a dog, and the rustling of leaves in the wind accompanied your steps.

Inside the store, the bright fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead. The cashier from earlier—a middle-aged woman with kind eyes—gave you a warm smile. “Back so soon?” she teased gently as you approached the counter with Katsuki trailing behind you.

You returned her smile, feeling a little lighter. “Yeah. Ran out of tissues already,” you said with a sheepish laugh.

‘Oh, so you bought tissue’s here earlier,’ he thought to himself.

The two of you exchanged pleasant small talk while Katsuki moved with purpose, gathering tissues, a fresh bottle of water, and whatever else he thought you might need. By the time he joined you at the counter, you’d already struck up an easy rhythm with the cashier, your conversation flowing naturally.

Katsuki set the items on the counter and pulled out his wallet without hesitation.

“Don’t even think about it,” he muttered, shooting you a sidelong glance when you opened your mouth to protest.

You sighed, knowing better than to argue. This was just who he was. Whether it was an old habit or a remnant of something deeper, Katsuki never let you pay for anything when he was around.

The cashier rang everything up, and as she handed over the bag, the jingle of the entrance bell drew all your attention. You turned to see Izuku, Todoroki, and Kirishima stepping inside, their familiar faces a mix of concern and quiet resolve.

Katsuki stiffened beside you, his focus shifting instantly. But instead of looking at the guys, his eyes stayed on you.

He studied your face—your tired eyes, the faint lines of grief etched into your expression—and for a moment, he seemed lost in thought, his lips parting slightly as if caught in a memory.

'You’re so beautiful.'

Izuku was the first to speak, his voice soft and tentative. “We heard… we just wanted to check on you.”

You offered them a small smile, though it trembled at the edges. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

Kirishima, ever the empathetic one, didn’t hesitate to close the distance. His arms wrapped around you in a crushing hug that left you breathless but oddly comforted. Izuku quickly joined, his slightly shorter frame squeezing in from the side, and you felt the warmth of their presence like a balm to your aching soul.

Todoroki hung back slightly, his expression carefully composed. When the others released you, he stepped forward and placed a tentative hand on your shoulder, the gesture understated but no less sincere.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” he said quietly.

“Thanks,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Can we do anything?” Izuku asked, his green eyes wide with concern.

You hesitated, glancing at Katsuki out of instinct. He was silent, his gaze unreadable, but the weight of his presence steadied you. “I think… I think I’d like a few more get-togethers with everyone,” you said finally, your words measured.

Kirishima grinned, his usual enthusiasm shining through. “We can make that happen! Right, man?”

Izuku nodded eagerly, already starting to brainstorm ideas with Kirishima. Their voices grew more animated as they bounced ideas back and forth, each suggestion more extravagant than the last.

While the two of them planned, Katsuki and Todoroki stood silently to the side. The tension between them wasn’t hostile, it was more like an unspoken understanding, a quiet conversation held without words. Katsuki’s arms were crossed, his eyes narrowing slightly as Todoroki gave him a faint nod, his hand still resting at his side.

You glanced between them, wondering what silent truths they were exchanging, but before you could question it, Kirishima’s booming voice brought your attention back.

“How about a dinner at the plaza? We can rent it out!”

Izuku clapped his hands together. “That’s perfect! We can make it cozy and informal.”

You nodded, a small smile creeping onto your lips. “That sounds nice.”

Katsuki finally broke his silence with a sharp scoff, though the edge of it softened, lacking his usual bite.

“Idiots,” he muttered, shaking his head as if to distance himself from the animated planning happening behind him.

But there was no venom in his tone—just the faintest trace of amusement buried beneath his gruff exterior. He grabbed the bag from the counter, thrusting it toward you with a slightly awkward motion.

“Let’s get going,” he said, voice quiet but firm, as if to end the moment before it could grow into something too tender.

You took the bag, your fingers brushing his briefly. “Thanks,” you murmured, offering him a small, tired smile. It wasn’t much, but it was genuine. As you stepped out into the cold night, the air sharp with the crispness of winter, your breath formed tiny clouds in front of you. Katsuki fell into step beside you, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets, his movements stiff but unhurried.

Katsuki felt a faint flicker of warmth in his chest. Maybe things weren’t completely broken after all.

You’re not friends nor enemies.

Just strangers with old memories

The sidewalk glowed under the mixture of neon lights from the ramen shop across the street and the warmer, golden hues of the convenience store sign and street lamps. The faint hum of electricity overhead filled the quiet spaces between your steps. You glanced upward, your gaze caught by the clear night sky.

The stars, scattered and faint, seemed brighter in the winter air.

“They so look different here,” you murmured, almost to yourself. Your head tilted upward, and the soft curve of your profile caught the light, making you look both fragile and unyielding all at once.

Katsuki followed your gaze, his eyes tracing the dark expanse above. The memory hit him like a freight train—the time he took you hiking, how you’d screamed and scared the shit outta him when he unveiled the telescope he’d carried for miles just to surprise you.

He hadn’t forgotten a single detail: The awe in your voice when you saw Saturn’s rings, The way your breath caught when you pointed out constellations he could never remember.

But Katsuki would for you.

He stole a glance at you out of the corner of his eye, his jaw tightening. You were looking at him, too—quick, fleeting looks that you thought he wouldn’t notice. But he did, and he could tell by the subtle shifts in your expression that you were lost in memories of your own.

You remembered that hike, how he’d guided you up rocky trails with steady hands. You remembered falling asleep on the couch at his parents’ house after coming back worn out, their home so warm and welcoming.

That Christmas where your Grandma and his Parents decided to blend traditions, just for the two of you. You’d fallen asleep on the floor in front of the tree together that night, and waking up next to him had felt as natural as breathing. And, of course, you couldn’t forget sneaking a kiss under the mistletoe in the UA dorms, his cheeks turning scarlet as he tried to hide his grin.

The weight of those memories pressed down on you both, heavy and bittersweet. You glanced at Katsuki again, and for a fleeting moment, his guarded expression seemed to crack, revealing the exhaustion beneath.

What had all of this been for?

Why had you let pain and misunderstandings tear apart something so bright?

You thought you had an idea, but the truth was too tangled, too layered to fully unravel in a single moment.

“MOM!”

The quiet shattered like glass, the single word slicing through the cold night air.

Every head turned in a different direction, a ripple of alarm spreading through the small group. You were the first to react, your body snapping forward, hunching as if bracing yourself for impact. Katsuki’s sharp eyes locked dead ahead, narrowing with the kind of intensity that made everything else fade to static.

“MOM!”

There it was again. The voice, high-pitched and frantic, pierced the night with urgency. Before anyone else could react, you surged ahead a step, your voice raw and unrestrained as you yelled,

“WHERE ARE YOU?”

Katsuki froze, his chest tight and unmoving, as if his lungs had forgotten how to draw in air. The world felt too quiet for a second—just long enough to make his skin crawl.

And then he saw her.

Standing right in front of the ramen shop, where the doors had spilled open and your shared friends and classmates were trickling out, was a girl. She couldn’t have been older than 15 or 16. The crisp lines of a UA uniform clung to her small frame, its navy and white colors almost blending into the night.

In one hand, she clutched a bag of snacks; in the other, a bouquet of flowers that swayed slightly with her every movement.

She was waving, her free hand moving wildly in your direction. Katsuki could barely make her out through the blur of passing cars, headlights painting streaks of yellow and white across the road.

You were on your tiptoes, hopping slightly to get a better look, a desperation in your movements that tugged at something deep and primal in his chest.

The brat from earlier.

Todoroki opened his mouth to ask a question, but before the words could leave his lips, the girl moved.

She darted into the street.

The bag and bouquet swung in wild arcs as she sprinted forward, weaving through the maze of cars and trucks. Horns blared, tires screeched, and the headlights seemed to blur into chaos around her.

Your scream tore through the night, so raw and visceral that it carved a jagged wound into the silence. It wasn’t just fear—it was pure, unadulterated terror, and it clawed its way into the hearts of everyone who heard it.

Katsuki flinched, his instincts roaring to life as your scream rattled his very bones. The name you screamed was swallowed by the cacophony of honking horns and screeching tires, but it didn’t matter—he couldn’t let himself freeze.

Not now.

You were already running.

Without hesitation, you bolted forward, surging into the chaos of headlights and metal.

Katsuki didn’t think—he moved.

His body acted on reflex, launching after you with a speed and force that left the others behind. He barely registered the shouts of protest from Izuku, Kirishima, and Todoroki—

All he could focus on was you.

You, sprinting into the heart of danger, arms outstretched.

The girl was closer now, her face pale and wide-eyed as she froze in the middle of the street, caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. The horn blared, a deafening roar of impending disaster.

Katsuki’s breath caught in his throat as he watched you reach her just in time. The impact was jarring—your body collided with hers, your arms wrapping around her to shield her from the inevitable.

The truck swerved, tires screeching, but it wasn’t fast enough.

Katsuki reached you both in a split second, his hands grabbing at your arm and the girl’s jacket in one fluid motion.

The force of his grip yanked you back, your combined momentum dragging you all toward the relative safety of the crosswalk. He didn’t stop until you were firmly on the sidewalk, his chest heaving, his heart pounding so loudly it drowned out the world.

This was it.

Katsuki was finally going to have a heart attack.

The girl clung to you, her smaller frame shaking like a leaf in a storm. Your arms stayed locked around her, your face buried in her hair as you whispered something Katsuki couldn’t hear. His sharp gaze scanned you both, his hands still gripping you tightly as if letting go might send you hurtling back into danger.

The others caught up seconds later, their voices a blur of questions and concern, but Katsuki didn’t look at them. His eyes stayed on you, on the way your body trembled, the way your shoulders heaved with ragged breaths.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he barked, his voice rough and trembling with the weight of too many emotions. But there was no anger—only fear, only relief, and something he couldn’t quite name.

You didn’t respond immediately, your focus entirely on the girl in your arms. Slowly, you pulled back, brushing her hair from her face. “Are you okay?” you asked her, your voice soft and cracking.

The girl nodded, her face buried against your shoulder.

Katsuki looked away briefly, his jaw clenching as he tried to steady himself. He could still hear the echo of your scream in his head, could still feel the phantom pull of your arm as he’d dragged you out of the street.

You turned your gaze to him, and for a moment, everything else faded—the noise, the lights, the others.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, your voice full of something he didn’t have the words to name.

Katsuki didn’t reply.

He didn’t need to.

The look he gave you said everything.

The girl was giggling, her whole frame trembling with barely-contained mirth. The sound was light and melodic, like a wind chime caught in a playful breeze, but Katsuki’s jaw clenched. He wasn’t sure what he expected—fear, maybe? Tears? Sure.

Not this bubbling, carefree laughter.

Her face, bright and fresh, carried the same mischievous glint you had when you were busted by your Grandma or Aizawa. Katsuki knew that expression all too well—the barely contained smugness of someone who knew they were in trouble but didn’t care enough to stop.

Katsuki couldn’t stop staring.

You glanced down at the girl as her giggles finally started to subside, and her mischievous grin turned into something softer as she looked up at you. You ruffled her braids gently, your fingers lingering on the dip-dyed tips.

The two of you looked almost like twins under the glow of the streetlights—same face, same posture, even the same teasing glint in your expressions.

But then there were the eyes.

Yours held warmth and wisdom, tempered by years of struggles and triumphs. Hers burned like twin embers under the golden street lights, sharp and unrelenting, filled with the boundless energy of youth.

The resemblance between you two was uncanny. It wasn’t just the shared features; it was the way you both carried yourselves, that same blend of confidence and playfulness. The way her grin mirrored yours, the slight tilt of her head, even the way she gestured with her hands—it was like watching a younger version of you.

It wasn’t just Katsuki who noticed.

Kirishima, normally composed, was now openly gawking.

His gaze darted between the girl and you, his eyes wide with disbelief. Slowly, he leaned in closer, shamelessly studying her face, then yours, before stumbling backward with all the grace of a falling tree.

“Whoa, wait—uh, hold up—!” Kirishima stammered, tripping over his own feet and landing with a loud thud on the pavement.

“Careful!” Izuku hurried to help him up, his hands fluttering around like he wasn’t sure where to grab.

You didn’t look fazed. If anything, you looked exasperated, your brow furrowing as you squished the girl’s cheeks together with both hands.

“I told you to stop doing that,” you said, your voice dripping with mock scolding.

The girl’s laughter only grew louder, muffled by your hands pressing into her cheeks. Her red eyes sparkled with amusement as she struggled to hold up the bouquet of flowers she carried.

“But it’s funny!” she managed to mumble through puffed lips.

Katsuki stood frozen, his brain short-circuiting as he stared.

His eyes flicked between you and the girl, searching for the logical explanation he knew wouldn’t come. The sight of her presenting the flowers with a beaming grin while you calmly handed him his flowers back like it was nothing—it was too much. He could feel the heat rising in his chest, threatening to boil over.

Todoroki, for his part, was eerily silent, his eyes wide and fixed on the girl. His hand moved up slightly, as if to point, before it fell back to his side. Izuku, on the other hand, looked like he was trying to process several layers of information all at once.

His lips parted, but no sound came out.

“Flowers, huh?” you murmured, turning your attention back to the bouquet. Katsuki watched as your fingers ran along the petals, inspecting them with the same care he’d seen you use a hundred times before. Only now, there was an almost maternal softness to it, like you were reading the story written in every delicate fold.

The girl stood taller under your scrutiny, her grin unwavering despite your gentle rebuke. “I picked them out myself!” she said proudly, her voice lilting with excitement.

You glanced over her head to toe, your hands moving with practiced ease. Your fingers trailed over the ends of her dip-dyed braids, and Katsuki’s breath hitched. He hadn’t noticed it before, but now it was impossible to miss—

The matching dip-dyed ends of your braids.

“Wash day is gonna be fun,” you said, a wry smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

The girl whined, tilting her head back dramatically. “It’s sooo booooorinnnng,” she groaned, drawing out the words like a petulant child. Katsuki watched as you gave the girl a light pinch and she squealed before standing up straight.

You chuckled, shaking your head before pulling her into a warm hug. “You’re not off the hook,” you murmured against her hair, your voice affectionate but firm.

The girl pouted but clung to you anyway, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck. Katsuki couldn’t look away. There, in the bright glow of the streetlights and neon signs, he burned the image into his memory.

The way you smiled, the girl’s arms around you, the quiet joy in your expression.

As you helped her stand up fully from the pavement, brushing dirt off her skirt, you looked down at her with a mock sternness. “We’re talking about this later.”

The girl just giggled again, sticking her tongue out playfully. “Fine, fine,” she said before glancing around at the group of stunned heroes.

“Hi, everyone!”

Kirishima, finally back on his feet thanks to Izuku, blinked owlishly before managing a weak wave. “Uh… hey?”

Todoroki tilted his head slightly. “Is she…?”

“Yeah,”

Katsuki cut in, his voice strained.

“She is.”

“What’s your name?” Izuku asked softly, his wide green eyes flickering between you and the girl. You looked at the girl, who gave you a big grin and nodded.

“This is Asuna Hikari,” you said simply, your voice carrying a quiet weight.

“My daughter.”

And just like that, Katsuki felt the ground shift beneath him.

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babsharrison · 3 months ago

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Between Worlds II - Neo x Reader

Pairing | Neo Anderson x Fem! Reader

Summary | After choosing to follow Neo into the real world, you find refuge in your relationship with him amidst the chaos of the Nebuchadnezzar. Despite the harshness of reality, moments of intimacy with Neo bring comfort and strength as you face the challenges together.

Word Count | 1.1k

A/N | This is the second part of the other fic. I'm not sure if this one is good, but I want to leave it here anyway. 🥹 (And no one's bald here, lol)

The air inside the Nebuchadnezzar was dense, filled with the incessant sound of machines and the buzzing of surveillance systems echoing through the narrow corridors. The real world was a landscape of destruction and darkness, and the ship, despite being a refuge for survival, was far from comfortable. Still, amidst all this, there was one constant you learned to value more each day: the presence of Neo.

He was standing, adjusting the controls of one of the machines, with the concentration that characterized him. You approached, crossing the tight space, and gently leaned your shoulder against his, watching the monitors beside you. Neo turned his face to you and smiled slightly, a small gesture that only you could recognize as affection.

“I think these systems are never going to stop making noise,” you commented, trying to lighten the mood.

He chuckled softly, a rare sound coming from him. “That would be asking too much.”

You looked at the work he was doing and, without saying a word, began helping him adjust some cables. Working alongside him had become part of the routine, a way to keep yourself occupied amidst the chaos of the real world, but also to share moments that reinforced the partnership between you. You could feel the rhythm of your breaths synchronizing as you worked together, a silent understanding blossoming in the air.

As you continued, Trinity passed by the room, casting a playful glance in your direction. “You two make a good team,” she said before leaving, a smirk playing on her lips. Her words hung in the air, a reminder of the bond that was forming between you and Neo.

Neo looked at you, and with an almost imperceptible smile, shrugged. “I think I’ve gotten used to having you by my side,” he joked, but there was a sincerity in his words that made your heart warm.

You continued adjusting the machines, your movements synchronized as if you had done this a thousand times before — which you indeed had. There was a naturalness in how you worked together, something that only came with time and the intimacy of having shared much more than just battles. It felt as though each task, each moment spent together, was weaving an unbreakable thread of connection between you.

After a while, when you finally finished, Neo looked at the console with approval. “I think this should hold up for a while.” He powered down the systems and stepped back, gently pulling you by the hand to follow him to one of the quieter corridors of the ship.

When you reached a small, secluded corner, he stopped and looked at you with a calm gaze, but full of meaning. “Are you okay?” he asked, and although it was a simple question, there was a depth to it, as if he was always checking to see if you were truly okay amidst all the uncertainty.

“I am, now,” you replied, smiling. He held your hand more firmly, a gesture that needed no further explanation.

In that moment, the world around you faded, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of intimacy. Feeling the energy between you, Neo stepped closer, his face almost touching yours. “You know,” he began, his voice lower and filled with emotion, “even with all this chaos, I feel… different. Your presence makes everything seem more bearable.”

The sincerity in his words made your heart race. You smiled, warmth spreading through your chest. “I feel that too. Being with you makes everything lighter.”

Before you could say more, he slid his hands around your waist, pulling you closer. The warmth of his body against yours was electrifying. Neo leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss. The kiss began soft and exploratory but soon intensified, the growing passion making your hearts race. Your hands found their way into his hair, gently tugging as you surrendered to the moment.

Neo, in a tender gesture, wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him. The intensity of the kiss enveloped you in warmth that seemed to melt away all the uncertainties of the outside world. The sound of the machines faded into the background, and the only sound that mattered was the sigh that escaped your lips.

You exchanged caresses, your hands exploring each other’s contours, as if you wanted to imprint every detail in your memory. He caressed your back delicately while you allowed yourself to be swept away, losing yourself in that moment of intimacy. You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, a steady rhythm that echoed the connection growing between you.

“Neo,” you whispered, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. There was a flicker of something deeper there, a shared understanding of what lay beyond words.

“Shh,” he replied softly, his thumb tracing your cheek, his gaze never leaving yours. The world outside faded away, and it felt as if you were in your own little universe, where nothing else mattered but the two of you.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you pulled away slightly, your eyes still locked onto one another. Both of you were breathless, but there was a satisfied smile on your faces.

“That was…” you began, but the words failed you, and you simply smiled, filled with a warmth that went beyond the physical.

“I know,” Neo replied, his tone full of understanding. He leaned in again, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead, a gesture that conveyed affection and protection.

Feeling the warmth between you, you whispered, “One more, please.” And Neo complied, pulling you in closer again as the two of you lost yourselves in that moment of affection, knowing that, despite the constant battle against the machines outside, you had found a safe space full of love in one another.

When he finally pulled away, still holding your hand, you both walked through the corridors of the Nebuchadnezzar, not as two individuals trying to survive, but as a team, as two people who, despite all the difficulties, had found a way to build something amidst the chaos.

As you walked, you exchanged small glances and shy smiles, the intimacy of your earlier moment still lingering in the air. You felt an overwhelming sense of hope; in the darkness of the world outside, you had found light in each other. You knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand.

The humming of the machines and the distant echoes of the crew bustling about faded into a comforting backdrop, and in that moment, you realized that even in a world that had turned upside down, love could blossom in the most unexpected places.

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aria-greenhoodie · 3 months ago

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Hey guys did you know I have a gravity falls oc. They’re definitely not wish fulfillment self insert material don’t worry about it. Don’t even worry about it, man.

Click for Quality! Silly backstory stuff below the cut ↓

- They’re a little cartoon creature from a pocket universe! They’re an immortal creature like Bill, but way less powerful.

- They actually used to work at the theraprism, but went crazy and had a mid-immortality crisis leading to a manic crime-spree. During this turbulent time, they also developed their love for “projects.”

- A “project” to them is basically becoming obsessed with a person they find interesting and getting closer to them by any means necessary in order to study them like a bug. This isn’t romantic, and it isn’t even friendship, but instead a secret third evil thing.

- When they have a project going on, they’ll devote most of their time and energy to the person(s) involved, and they typically seem very content while doing so. Once a project stops interesting them, or if a project is cut short by outside forces (death if the person, sudden change of heart from the person, being caught and dragged to the theraprism, etc) they become restless, easily irritated, and sometimes mildly violent. Their little projects are basically the only thing that keeps them sane.

- Doesn’t really do “friends.” Used to, but it always ended poorly. Prefers their projects; if they loose interest, they can just leave!

- Had a mentor-apprentice type relationship with the Axolotl before their mental decline. Is now VERY conflicted about him; doesn’t like the disappointment in his eyes when he looks at them.

- Was Bill’s Roommate for a time. Was absolutely FASCINATED by Bill’s fucked up mentality. Instantly became one of their favorite projects.

- Bill HATED them like crazy. They would not stop talking to them and had an uncanny ability to make him open up about things he did NOT want to open up about.

- Lost access to Bill after the TBOB incident, since he was moved to solitary confinement.

- Did not take the sudden cancellation of their project well. Ended up breaking out of the Theraprism shortly after.

- Ended up in Gravity Falls by sheer coincidence. Immediately took a liking to the place for its weirdness (felt at home).

- Met the Pines family and became ENRAPTURED with Stanley. Started off just seeing him as a project, but eventually came to view him as something closer to a friend (or perhaps more :3).

- Mabel and them are BESTIES. Mabel loves to treat them like a little dress up doll and they love to model all of Mabel’s mini fashion creations. They also respect her chaos.

- Has a huge respect for Dipper’s curiosity. Has gladly acted as a test subject for him so he can be like Ford and research weird creatures.

- Ford does NOT trust their ass. They eventually form an (somewhat uneasy but otherwise amicable) alliance as time goes on, but Ford never fully bonds with them. He’s been burned by a chaotic multi-dimensional immortal criminal before, he doesn’t want to do that again. Curly gets it. They heard how Bill treated him from Bill’s own mouth (eye?) and have no plans to play copy-cat.

- Stan didn’t like them at first. They reminded him too much of Bill, and acted far too chummy with him specifically far too fast.

- Eventually the two grew closer, realized they had a lot in common (both criminals familiar with the grift, both have a tiny bit of a flair for showmanship, both have similar senses of humor, etc.) and became friendlier.

- The Axolotl knows where they are and is monitoring them closely. They don’t know he’s doing this. He plans to keep it that way.

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diremoone · 1 year ago

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all the good things | geto suguru.

someway, somehow, amidst all of the thoughts of chaos and spiraling ideals of a new “better” world, a light shines through to guide him to a path of true balance. that just so happens to be the second-year transfer from Kyoto, who’s more than happy to put him back on the right path..

warning(s): like 98% canon lmao, female reader, mentions of pregnant! reader towards the end, honestly just wrote and didn’t bother checking if this was coherent but here’s y’all a snack haha, also using new line dividers atm and they’re all all pretty, credits to the maker in the guidelines of my blog

note(s): as much as I wanted to wait I just can’t stand it so here’s this piece published earlier than I want lol. also I didn’t know who to tag for geto so I just went with these lovelies ☺️

You like the Tokyo school much better than the one in Kyoto.

By leaps and bounds actually, you muse.

Everything from the people down to the energy they give off was so much more different — more freeing.

Kyoto was just too much, too old school and too traditional, especially for you. The students there seemed to be more rigid, and the teachers seemed to sneer at you. More often than not for just being a female. That old way of thinking was most likely why they lost the Exchange Event almost every year.

Especially with sorcerers like Geto Suguru on their side.

You transferred to Tokyo during the last half of your first year, which wasn’t something commonplace. That time wasn’t exactly a pleasant time to transfer into. Geto and Gojo, your upperclassmen, had failed a mission protecting the Plasma Star Vessel, Riko Amanai. Yes, Gojo managed to take out the Sorcerer Killer, Fushiguro Toji (who was actually a Zen’in like Naoya) on the mission, but that was only after he had completed his mission — after they had failed to protect Riko.

Now you’re a second-year at Tokyo High, watching the third-year Geto Suguru fall into a spiral of chaos and warped ideals while his friends go their own personal paths and leave him to his own devices, completely unaware in their own worlds that they’ve left a storm brewing behind them, alone and lonely and more than ready to bring down its wrath upon anyone in its way.

You secretly wondered how much Gojo cared for the person who was supposed to be his best friend.

So why you decided to approach said storm to get a (very much well-needed) drink out at the machines while he was preoccupied with his own thoughts, you have no idea. Were you stupid? Yes. Did that matter right now? … Probably.

Your feet carried you to the vending machine, standing beside Geto. You weren’t bothering to look at him out of your peripheral vision, knowing that if you did, the universe would shit on you and he would look up and make eye contact.

Sounds like one of those romance animes or something, you think, nose crunching in distaste. Ew…

“It’s such a shame that you decided to withdraw from Kyoto, [Name]-chan.”

An even bigger problematic ‘ew’ came from behind you. You scowled and turned halfway on your heel, back facing your black-haired upperclassmen to stare at the smirking face of one of the two reasons you’d originally left Kyoto’s school.

You scoff, shaking your head to see Geto’s form standing tall, but still facing the vending machine to get something. That’s all right; you could handle your own battles anyway.

“You really have the audacity to come and talk to me like this? After what you put me through for the last two years? Ah, wait a second. It’s you. So I guess I shouldn’t be all that surprised.”

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” Naoya shrugged. “All I asked for was—”

“For you to leave her alone, Zen’in.”

Your eyes widen slightly at the sound of Geto’s voice cutting through the air, but it’s only Naoya that scowls and turns his head to face his Tokyo upperclassmen.

And to your absolute surprise, despite Naoya’s scowl deepening to a point where you thought he couldn’t get any uglier, the male pivoted on the ball of his foot and sauntered off.

“Are you alright?” came the instant inquiry.

Geto moving to get a closer look at you made you sweat even more. Just for a different reason.

“I’m fine, Senpai.”

The tall male looks between you and Naoya’s fading figure, eyes narrowing slightly in distaste up until he sees the Zen’in male finally disappear from sight. Even he knows that the Zen’in’s are trash; Naoya just really takes the cake.

“That’s good,” he says.

And when he looks at you with gentle eyes, you’re surprised (and desperately trying to hide it). How instantly his expression and mood changed from mere moments before Naoya showed up to at this moment caught you off guard.

“Did you need something from here? I can get it for you.”

His offer is so sincere, so polite. Such a stark contrast from earlier. Especially with the way the bright smile on his face that reaches his ears and makes the corners of his eyes begin to crinkle.

Instead of the same uncertainty from before your approach filling your stomach, this time feels different. This time, it’s an excited, happy feeling; as if butterflies are rapidly fluttering away in your belly in eager anticipation of something wonderful to come.

“Um, yes,” you squeak, looking to the machines, “I was going to get—”

>>>>

How long does it take for one to fall from grace?

From one who’s fingers touched the pure white clouds of heaven to becoming one who’s knees were stuck deep within the obsidian tar pits of hell, it seemed Geto Suguru was destined to struggle with himself — with his morals and ideals of the world of jujutsu sorcerers and the world of people that lived outside of it — for eternity.

Someone that was so bright, so revered, to fall into a pit of hopelessness?

It must be a lie, others would think.

Watching him sink into the pits of chaos and despair while his best friend rose to a place where he became untouchable to all sorcerers… made something terrible, something spiteful, stir within the depths of your stomach. How much did the white-haired teenager care about the one he called his equal?

But as Gojo became more and more powerful and left his friend behind, Geto too, grew in power in his own right.

And a lot of it was with you.

Weeks of meeting at the vending machines for snacks during training turned into months of sitting on benches and eating lunch together. Even that progressed farther, to him taking you to everything from restaurants to the book store (as much as he’d laugh at you buying manga, he was just as much of a hypocrite with Inuyasha under his arm) to even pretty lakes across Japan, soaring atop one of his flying curses.

Doing things that friends do. That people more than friends also do.

But at the same time, during those times after missions or simply while spending time together in either his or your room, you’d see that malicious darkness fester up. You’d see the way his brows would furrow when you mentioned saving someone or his lips pull down when there’d be a mention of the higher-ups about a mission you’d taken recently that went sour.

In times like these, you wondered if Gojo Satoru really did once know Geto Suguru the same way you knew him now.

“I can see the sweat on your forehead,” the black-haired male jokes. “You shouldn’t think so hard.”

Suguru doesn’t chuckle, but the joking smile of amusement is still there. It’s just a faint one. He’s become less and less of a jokester lately, swimming deeper into the darkness. But for you, you think he tries a little harder to keep the mood and air between you two as light and positive as possible.

(For you.)

“I’ll be sure to remember that,” you quip back, “for the next time I see sweat on your brow for thinking so much. Hypocrite.”

For the first time all day, he finally chuckles.

“Hypocrite?” He muses, placing his cheek on his fist. “Really?”

“Yes!” You toss your hands up in mock frustration. “You heard me, Mr. I-Wanna-Brood-At-Weird-Times-of-the-Day.”

“That’s an awfully long name.”

“It sure does fit though, yeah?”

“So you say.”

The air had been tense and thick since morning, but the two of you were striving to get past it. Well, you slightly more, but the more you tried, the more Geto — ah, Suguru. He already told you to call him that, didn’t he? — seemed to try and help you push for a happier tone.

But the mission Suguru was to be sent on soon had him shut down mentally, closed off from you for the last few days. And today was the day you’d tried to pick him back up out of his crappy mood.

“You sure you don’t want to talk about it?” you ask.

Suguru sighs, then nods his head. “It’s nothing. I’ll be back by the day after, if not sooner.”

You shrug, semi-happy with his response and accepting it. But the other half of you knows something — sees something — behind his pretty eyes that you wished you would have left alone.

But your heart loved to meddle when it wanted to meddle.

And in the future, you hoped Suguru would thank you for that meddling nature.

****

113 bodies were to be found five days after Geto arrived at the village he was assigned to.

But he hadn’t been alone the day he arrived.

Suguru just didn’t know that.

You’d stuck to him like glue. Well, as far back as glue could stretch in that regard. You’d silenced your cursed energy so much that you almost swore you didn’t even have any. And not once did the male turn around to bother to look around or check his surroundings, like he knew he was ever being followed.

Now, all you could do was watch as Suguru stepped into the house that the villagers brought him to. Supposedly, the house contained the reason why the villagers had been dying.

But that gnawing anxiousness in the pit of your stomach told you otherwise. It told you that something was about to go very, very wrong.

Very few people had been able to manage to near-fully suppress their cursed energy aura. It was a talent that could only be managed by a select few, one of which was probably Gojo Satoru himself. But when one successfully did it, all the stories told of how nauseous they felt; how overwhelming the sense of others cursed energy could be.

And it was all true.

Bile and your lunch nearly coated your shoes. Knees too had you let Suguru’s immense, Special Grade cursed energy make you sink to the ground.

It isn’t the same. It isn’t the same. It isn’t the same!

Eyes blown wide as saucers, you realized that something had indeed went very, very wrong inside that house. Because no longer was Suguru’s cursed energy driven by regular means like a regular jujutsu sorcerer.

No. All you could see from his cursed energy was pure malice and raw, unadulterated rage and anger.

Whatever these people said or have done to send him into such fury like this, you couldn’t move, only think. This is the day they die.

Out of the house comes two— No, three. Suguru being one of them. A man and a woman, both with ugly faces and ugly auras you didn’t like.

No wonder Suguru doesn’t like them.

A curse manifests from your friend’s fingertips, and you quickly realize what’s about to happen — the only thing that could happen.

But he can’t just kill them…

You step out of your hiding spot and shout his name. Shock enters Suguru’s eyes. Of course; he hadn’t expected you to be here. But then they glaze over with a mixture of emotions. Disappointment seems to be the most obvious.

Curse you, Yuki Tsukumo, for tipping him over the edge.

“Don’t even try it, Suguru.”

“You shouldn’t have come, [Name].” It sounded like a warning.

You scoff slightly. “And let you do something like this? I don’t think so.”

His eyes narrow. It’s an expression you don’t like.

“You need to leave.”

“So do you, apparently.”

“Don’t be like this, [Name]. Don’t make me hurt you.”

“You wouldn’t anyway. Why let one awful circumstance, one awful event, define the rest of your life?”

“Do you know what they’ve done?” he asks, and you clearly hear the intent of violence behind his tone. You see his jaw clench up and a dangerous fire ignite behind his eyes. “Do you know they have two girls locked up in there, ready to kill?”

“Of course not,” you say, “but you were about to do something that was going to impact your life… Forever.”

“I think I’m ready for that.”

“You’re ready to lose everything?”

“If I must.”

You almost bite your tongue. But you don’t, and speak anyway.

“Even me?”

The thick, black smokiness of one his curses dancing on his fingertips turns to wisps, almost vanishing. You see what the question does to him, so you press farther. Deeper into the unspoken part of you two’s relationship you’d both been afraid to touch on.

Then, he admits something, dipping first into waters that haven’t been treaded into.

“I’d like to think you’d come with me, be by my side.”

Your heart thumps faster. It’s a declaration of many things: loyalty, friendship, trust.

But all your ears hear is a declaration of love.

Because you don’t miss the way his eyes shine as he looks you up and down like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever seen. Like he wants you to actually follow him like he expected, to come with him and step in place next to him like an equal.

If not more than just an equal.

“I can’t do that,” you reply. “You know I can’t, Suguru. And neither can you.”

It’s written all over his face that he doesn’t like your answer.

“And why can’t I?”

“Because you’re better than this.”

…

Was he? What did that mean anyway: being better? After Riko, after his “talk” with Yuki, everything just seemed to collapse around him; everything he knew ripping apart at the seams faster than he could repair them.

Why? Why was he supposed to be better? How could he be better? Did he deserve to even become better?

“Don’t take the easy way,” you tell him. “There’ll never be a right answer, not right now at least.”

“Killing all non-sorcerers seems like a pretty good start,” he replies darkly.

“And how would you even manage that?” you retort. “If that’s the only thing you can stand on, that’s shallow.”

“Then what is the answer, [Name]? Do tell me, please,” he urges sarcastically, rolling his dark eyes. “Is killing every non-sorcerer not worth us jujutsu sorcerers having a chance to live?”

You answer as earnestly as he expects, “I have no idea, but at the moment, it sounds pretty stupid.”

Unfortunately, it takes him much longer than you want for him to put the monster at his fingertips away, for his cursed energy to dip down and go back to the way it was before it spiked in a rage you’d never anticipated to see from him.

The village is scathed with fire and terror: burned buildings with its inhabitants shaken to the core over the consequences of their actions — and what would happen if they tried to put more children in the cage Suguru found them in. It��s not ethical, and surely you’d hear about it from the higher-ups in jujutsu society.

But for the girls wrapped up in yours and Suguru’s arms, you heart and soul knew it was worth it.

Megumi doesn’t get along with Nanako too well. But you’re sure you know why, with his red cheeks and all.

“You think he’ll ever say anything?” you ask your husband.

“Doubtful,” Suguru chuckles, “considering he was raised by Satoru.”

It’s been a rough ten years raising the twins. There’s been a long list of issues, struggles over the last several years that have really put your relationship with your now-husband to the test. From the elders to Suguru’s own conflicting ideals; from his own coping mechanisms to making sure you and his girls are well taken care of, and those are just a few to list. But fixing Satoru and Suguru’s friendship was by far the most difficult thing.

Riko’s death really did change them in the most awful ways.

“Satoru has only gotten crazier over the years,” you hum, agreeing. “I still can’t believe Satoru brought Sukuna’s vessel here.”

“I think you mean stupid, darling,” Suguru chuckles. “And did you know he gave Itadori a second finger?”

“Disgusting! All in true Satoru taste, too.”

“Hey! I can hear you two, you know!” the white-haired male complains.

“Good!” you shout back.

And cue Satoru’s crocodile tears. “Suguru really did marry a witch!”

You feel the veins in your head twitch with irritation. You’d always hated that damn nickname.

You moved to stand up to go and whack the shit out of the manchild, but your husband’s hand settled on your knee. You looked at him curiously, sitting back down.

“Sit,” he says. “Getting worked up like that isn’t good for you right now. Shoko said to keep it minimal for now, remember?”

You snort. “You’ve drilled it into me, Sugu.”

“Good. I’ll be back in a moment.”

His hand rests on your belly for moment, presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, and then stands up to go and beat the shit out of his best friend to defend his wife’s honor.

And maybe to have some fun, too.

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