#running on like 3 hours of sleep but I feel powerful like i could rip a tree out the ground

[aquaticaberration]

Fed the new starter, made sourdough biscuits from the discard, and while that was baking whipped honey from all the half-empty jars we ha lying around and both turned out wonderful can't wait for tomorrow to harvest and start drying rosemary and make blueberry coffee cake and maybe ginger syrup for homemade ginger ale

[hughjackmansbicep]

The Seamstress

Contains: Logan Howlett X F!Reader

Summary: Youre a seamstress and he seems to have an endless supply of holey clothes....

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings: None :D

a/n: haiiiiii ive always loved this trope in fics !!! tehe!! srry for not writing much recently i got fired from my job LOL anywayssss... i was listening to the smiths writing this unrelated but related.

Most days bled together, the same mundane routine playing out in front of you each day. Wake up, go to work, go home, eat takeout, and pass out to some soap opera. Currently, the highlight of your life was finding out what was going to happen next on The Days of Our Lives. You were a seamstress in the middle of Manhattan; you owned a small shop off 64th, and although you were living out your dream, nothing excited you anymore. Every task felt exhausting; you couldn't even find passion in sewing anymore. That was until he stumbled into your shop.

“Hi, yeah, I was wondering if you'd be able to sew this up for me.” He grumbled, holding up what appeared to be some yellow and blue jumpsuit. You'd almost forgotten to respond, completely captivated by his sheer beauty. His gorgeous face, chiseled body, kitty-like hair, and you can't forget the unusual yet totally working for him mutton chops. “U-um, ahem, yeah, I totally could.” You manage to choke out, reaching for the clothing item. “How long do you reckon it'll take?” You examine the clothing carefully; it's decorated with rips and holes everywhere. He's lucky if I can get this finished by the end of the week, “Tomorrow.” Your mouth moves quicker than your brain can. “Cool, I'll come by at 10? Is that alright?” He asks, slowly backing out of the shop, his eyes never leaving you. ‘10am? I can't begin to do that either; I mean, I wouldn't get to sleep tonight’. “Yep! See you at 10!” Cure that mouth of yours; you give him a smile and an awkward wave as he makes his way out the door.

You blow your breath out as if you'd been holding it the entire time, sinking down into your chair. You silently cursed at yourself for agreeing to such a stupid timeframe, but this meant you could binge Days of Our Lives tonight, so maybe it wasn't half bad.

The rest of the day went just as you expected. A couple hems, a few cinches—nothing out of the ordinary apart from the comic book cosplay you agreed to revive back to life. It was currently 3 o’clock in the morning; you'd been sitting there sewing the garment for 7 hours. Honestly, you'd been making great time; you were so close to finishing, maybe 20 stitches left total. Somewhere between the last stitch and a doctor getting slapped, you'd passed out on your living room floor.

You'd awoken to the feeling of your feline licking your cheek, causing you to immediately shoot up off the floor. Your eyes frantically searching for a clock, the power Must’ve gone out sometime around 5 in the morning because that's all you saw flashing back at you on the stove. In a frenzy, you started throwing random clothes on, praying they'd match, shoving the costume in a garment bag, and running out the door. Thats when you finally looked down at your phone, seeing the time read 10:03, “God damnit.” You whined under your breath. Your shop was only a couple blocks away, but that was still a 15-minute walk, so you sprinted. You probably looked like a complete lunatic, but you couldn't care less right now. The incredibly hot customer probably waiting outside your doors was the utmost important thing on your mind.

Dripping in sweat and hyperventilating as you turned the corner to where your shop was, you saw him just as you thought you would. Leaning up against the door, one arm crossed over his torso as he took a drag from his cigar with his other. God, he looked heavenly, and you... Well, maybe not your best day, but definitely not your worst. “Hey, sorry I'm late.” You breathed out, hands resting on your knees as you caught your breath. “But I've got your thingy.” You hold the garment bag up; he just furrows his eyebrows at you, cocking his head to the side. His silence makes you feel more embarrassed than you already do. You get up to unlock your doors, ushering him to follow you inside.

You check him out at the register; the only words being exchanged were the cost of the repairs and where he can tap his card. He walked out with a smile and a nod, a soft ‘Thanks’ escaping his lips before the door shut. You throw your head in your hands, feeling shame wash over you. You were hoping and praying he was going to leave his number on the receipt, but obviously he did not. I mean, why would you have had him waiting and showed up looking like a complete mess? Not very good looks. You simply had to chop it up as a loss and return back to the mundaneness of your life.

The very next morning, though, he was here again, this time holding an old brown jacket. He'd said there was a small hole in the pocket he wanted fixed. This time it only took you all 20 minutes. You asked him to wait upfront as you brought the jacket to the back to repair it. When you returned, you checked him out the same as before, and he left exactly the same as before. This became an everyday routine for the two of you. Every day he'd walk in with some worn-out article of clothing asking you to stitch it up; you always obliged, even if the clothes looked and smelled like they came from 1987. You always did wonder how this guy had so many ripped-up clothes just lying around, and why wouldn't he just bring them in all at once?

This charade had been going on for 2 weeks now when you finally decided to break from your usual script of ‘thank you, come again’. “Why is everything you own torn apart? Is everything okay back home?” You asked as he slipped his card into the machine. You could see the heat rising to his cheeks as he tried to hide a smirk creeping its way on his face. “You want me to be honest with you?” He looked up at you, pursing his lips together in a thin line. You nodded your head, waiting for him to continue, “I honestly thought you were gorgeous when I first walked into your shop.” Now your cheeks started burning red as your eyes went wide. “So every day since then I head into Goodwill and find anything I can with a hole in it so I can find an excuse to come see you.” This was the first time you'd ever seen this man avoid eye contact with you. You couldn't find your words as your throat had gone dry. He was into you??? And here you were this whole time thinking you ruined your shot (and that he was homeless, but you weren't going to tell him that). 

"Well, say something.” He exasperated, snapping you out of your daze. “I honestly don't know what to say; I’m shocked. I get off at 6 if y’know... You wanted to grab something to eat?” You offer awkwardly, smiling through the pain of how anxious you sounded. He looks up to you finally meeting your gaze, a soft smile painted on his lips. “Ill be here to pick you up at 6 doll.” He grabs your hand, planting a gentle kiss on your knuckle. He walked out the door, leaving you in utter shock and denial for the rest of your shift.

hi ps u can always request me shtuff to write! :3

[bellarkeselection]

hello 🙃this is my first request ever and it's pretty weird but can u do a piece with rip x f! dutton reader when she's pregos with rips bby girl and she either have a little accident with a horse or in danger bc of one of the shows villains like beth and rip goes a little crazy like he how he did it in the car driving to Beth on those 2 guys were beating her.

Comfort from john and rip and fluff at the end also maybe a age gap 😁😁😁plz and thank u

Wheeler's as Tough as a Beer

The rain was hitting the glass windshield harder than I cared for. When I left the doctors office it was only lightly raining and you could hear some thunder in the distance. Gripping the steering wheel I gulped in nervousness feeling the car kind of fighting me when I drove through some puddles. Moving one hand to my phone laying In the cup holder I saw it was my husband calling me. “Hey honey, I’m on my way home now.”

“That’s great. Although the storm is picking up here. What did the doctor say about the baby?” Rip asked through the phone where I could hear the barn door shutting behind him meaning they were putting the horses up before it got worse than it already was.

Using my turn signal I stopped at a red light waiting for it to change to green. "She said everything was good. In about 3 months we should have our baby boy or girl." The ranch was only two different turns and one stop sign before I was back on the family home.

The light finally changed from red to green where I slowly hit the gas pedal. Turning my steering wheel I was making the turn but there was a car coming down from the way I was turning. But the car instead was on the wrong side of the road coming directly at me. “Oh my god, Rip!” I screamed before I attempted to move my car but the wheels hit a big puddle where I swerved and the other car still barreled straight into me.

My head hit the steering wheel harshly before it hit a wooden poll that was for the power lines. My phone got thrown and it shattered the screen. Blinking my eyes I lifted my head when the air bag went off. Looking at the mirror there was blood on my forehead and I gasped feeling sharp pain in my pregnant belly. It would be a few minutes before I blacked out on the wheel. Someone was shaking me lightly making me wake up a few hours after that where I could make out my husband’s voice. “Y/n, y/n! Come on, darling wake up. Don’t die on me.”

“Rip….ahhh!” I winced when I felt him gently picking me up by my knees and underneath my arms. I felt so,e blood running down my side meaning that the air bag or something must have cut me.

He slowly walked me to the ambulance while the medics checked me out. Rip pushed my hair back out of my face crying some tears which he never die really unless we were alone. So the bunkhouse guys knew who was the boss. “Sssh you’re alright now. You’re with me, Y/n.”

“Everything hurts, Rip. And I…I was on my way home and the storm….it got worse….where this car was on the wrong side of the road.” I began sobbing through heavy tears.

He wrapped his arms around my body after the medics had went off to read the tests that they had done. Wrapping my arms around his neck I buried my face in the crook of his neck crying. "Excuse me, Mr. Wheeler. But we need to get your wife to the hospital. The baby she is carrying is in distress." One of the medics came over to us explaining with concern.

Rip immediately got in the back of the ambulance with me laying down on the cot. I grasped his hand tightly in mine while we rushed there. The second that we got there I was rolled in with a wheelchair and a doctor bursts into the room. "We will have to do a C - section if we want to save the baby in you."

"Okay...I love you." I croaked up at Rip squeezing his hands before I was rushed into surgery. I'm not sure how long I was out for but I moaned blinking my eyes feeling the medicine they gave me wearing off. Lifting my head up from the pillow I saw Rip sleeping at my bedside. "Rip...Rip wake up."

He rubbed his eyes where I instantly saw tears in his brown eyes. "Oh my gosh, Y/n. Thank God I was so worried...I love you." He kissed the crown of my head tucking hair behind my ear.

"Rip, where's the baby. Is it okay?" I asked him when he brushed his fingers through my hair that was sticking to my forehead.

He sucked in a breath resting his forehead against mine when he spoke his next words. "The baby is in the nick-u. She came out a premi. But she's beautiful. The doctor said she'll have to be monitored for a while. But she's alive honey...she's here."

"I love you...and I'm glad she's okay." Wrapping my arms around his neck I began crying happy tears. Rip wrapping his arms around my waist holding me as close as we could get. Releaved that his family was alright.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[edgessunflower]

May I please request headcanons for Hotch, Derek, and Reid reacting to their female S/O (who's a high-ranking cop) getting attacked by an unsub that she's been trying to catch?

OMG yaas I was thinking of doing a fic like this 🤞

Finding out that female reader was attacked while catching an unsub 🤍

Derek

He was waiting for you,Emily,and Hotch to come back after he and JJ questioned the victim who had managed to escape 2 hours earlier getting a call he answered seeing it was Spencer "Reid what's up" as soon as he answered spence immediately patches in Penelope to the call

His heart stopped when he heard you scream while you fought off the unsub doing everything in your power to stay on your feet and keep him from overpowering you at any moment and trying not to scream out your name knowing you wouldn't hear it

He could feel his heart and soul being ripped out of him as the fighting went on hearing the unsub throw you into the wall,the both of you landing hits on each other some more painful than others,and the yells from you of anger not backing down

He almost collapsed on the ground when he heard the gunshot ring out and silence choking up as he drove to the site going in hearing hotch and emily yell for you as he finds the unsub knocked out and unarmed on the ground while you were holding on to a door only a few feet away standing in shock and frozen by what he did to you

Spencer and JJ came in and talked to you waiting for the ambulance he yelled and almost got physical with Hotch when he heard him try to call additional medical help for the unsub but when he saw the look on morgan's face and looked at how bad you were he immediately stopped as the ambulance came in taking you out on a gurney

He held your hand tightly and talked quietly when you called his name letting you know he was there until they took you for testing and to treat your injuries leaving him in the waiting room sitting down and crying thinking that you wouldn't be okay

He kept crying even when the team slowly came in sitting beside him emily on his right holding his hand and spencer on his left with his hand on morgan's shoulder as they all waited for any news of your well being

3 hours later the doctor came and told them that you were okay that there was no internal bleeding, fractures,or broken bones and that you also didn't have any severe face and eye damage though it would take time for your face to heal due to you receiving bruises and cuts one of them near your eye but physically you were okay

He took off work with you helping care for you and slowly recover from what happened being a wreck from having nightmares and jumping at every noise to being afraid to be touched and sleeping on the couch

After awhile you slowly heal from your face healing and going back to work to you acting like you did before when he touched you and cuddling him when you went to sleep opening about what happened and start to feel like normal again

Hotch

He heard emily yelling in the sheriff's office running out he found out what was going on hearing you yelling and screaming fighting with all your might and trying not to yell out fall to the ground

He drives after some demanding and when spencer answers a call from penelope he immediately put her on speaker for every one in the car and he stopped breathing hearing you fight back yelling in pain after being thrown into a wall soon tears are flowing down his face hearing the fight go on

He felt his stomach flip anxiously and churn at your yell of pain of being slammed halfway through a wall and his heart stopped when he heard the gunshot and hearing silence instead of either you crying or groaning in pain or the unsub yelling in pain

He ran inside as the car stopped everyone else following after him finding him holding you in his arms your gun a few feet away on the floor you look unrecognizable with your face swollen and bleeding a little with your right eye swelled shut,wheezing breathlessly,and your side bruised badly

He holds your face in his hands calling your name in tears begging you to wake up as JJ called for an ambulance and Morgan checking your pulse holding his breath tightly even when you felt your heartbeat slow

The unsub was on the ground knocked out by you right after your gun went of and thrown across the room grabbing and hitting him in the head with part of a cinder block knocking him unconscious on the floor

You tried to walk to quickly get your gun but after taking two steps you collapsed due to all the pain and because of the adrenaline rush and your sense lowering from being heightened from being in flight or fight

The ambulance came in Emily having carefully pulled Hotch to the side while they loaded and carried you out and in the ambulance with Hotch right by your side holding you hand and talking to you begging you not to leave him and jack after he never thought he could love anyone again after losing Haley

As soon as he was stopped from following you any further he leaned on the wall and when he was alone again he slid to the floor sobbing hoping that you would make it cause he knew he wouldn't make it without you beside him and jack

Hours later of waiting with the team beside him they got the news that you were alive and you didn't have any seriously severe injuries to anywhere in your body you would have to take time to recover but other than that you would be fine

You ended up with a swollen and bruised face,right eye swollen close not being able to open,a cut on the side on top of your head and a bigger cut on your neck reaching to your upper shoulder,3 broken ribs,and a collapsed lung from going through the wall

You were scared the first while not being able to sleep,taking a couple of weeks off from work hotch being there for the first bit helping care for you when you were in alot of pain and barley move then it just being you and jack the rest of the time of physically healing jack helping you and being the sweetest boy he was

You returned to work making sure to show and let hotch know you were okay and that while you still had thoughts about it it wasn't in the way of being afraid but it made you even more of a strong,kind,and determined person than you already were

Spencer

He was doing paperwork at his desk when Hotch came down and told him to immediately come to the meeting room where they had some surveillance but his heart stopped hearing a man yell on the phone and you yell back fighting him off you

He ran out and drove after finding the location of where you with a worried JJ and anxious Morgan following him and making sure that if you did get hurt that he wouldn't make a decision he would regret because of what happened

He ran in after stopping the car with jj and morgan right behind him making sure everything was clear finding the unsub locked in an empty room passed out from exhaustion while you were on the floor outside beside a chair laying your head in it trying to stay awake as the ambulance came in and loaded you on the stretcher with spencer right next to you until he was in the waiting room with the team waiting for hours

He grabbed your hand after you were put in the back of the ambulance crying for spencer while he gently rubs the side of your face until you arrived at the hospital and strolled away with him in the waiting room with morgan and jj then with the team for the next few hours

The doctor came out telling them that you only had a pulled muscle in your shoulder,bruises and cuts on your face,and a broken finger but you would heal and be fine physically but mentally no one knew

He stayed right by you sleeping on the couch without you saying anything but ended up there one night because you wanted him next to you

He took off work the first few weeks helping you deal with the pain and nightmares and even taking you to meet and see his mom

Despite the injuries you went and she immediately loved you being careful with grabbing your hand where your finger was wrapped and mindful of touching your face

You slowly recovered but still having nightmares going to a therapist and talking about the incident and learned how to handle the nightmares and started sleeping normally again

You returned to work and slowly things became normal again but you still remember everything but whenever you did spencer was right there reminding you that everything was okay

[sashi-ya]

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [+18] 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐩𝐫𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [final chapter]

ʚ masterlist: part 1; part 2; part 3 ; part 4; part 5 ʚ tw: finally, some good smut! love making. fingering. oral. vag. love love love confession! this is the last part of this story, but... is it really? 😏 wait and you will see...

𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬

“Nevermind…” you sigh, going back inside. The night is too beautiful to be enjoyed on your own, and you should be finishing some last details on your cosplay. “Back to sewing…”

As your fingers work with the last part of the hem of Sora’s wife’s cape your eyelids feel heavy. And even if your mind won’t stop thinking about Law and his “surgery”, soon the sound of the waves outside lull you to sleep.

Her hand on his inked one, their bodies sweating on a tiny hospital office. A woman so refined, so pretty, and desirable, lets her white coat fall back as he pins her against the desk.

“Dr. Trafalgar… do you think this is proper?” she asks, giggling so devilishly as his kisses attack her neck.

“Even if it’s not proper, I can’t wait no more… Nico-ya…” Law sighs, loudly, opening the blouse to reveal the turgor of her breasts. He is desperate, in need of sex and release. And the tanned skin of his colleague seemed to be the right place to dig in.

Her deep blue eyes scan with lust the way Law opens his ripped jeans and lifts the yellow shirt up. He tucks it under his chin, while the white coat still remains on.

Dr. Nico Robin’s tight black skirt ends up looking like a belt around her waist as Law comes closer and lifts it up to gain a better access to her core.

“Let me fuck you now, Nico-ya” he grunts, pumping his hardness closer to a dampened fine lace panty of hers.

“Fufufu- fuck me now, Dr. Trafalgar… this surgery can take as long as this night lasts for ~”

Tears sprout from closed eyes, a painful image to look at. Your head over the table of your kitchen, and a ray of light hitting your eyes making you wake up.

In between sobbing you notice it doesn’t seem to be the sun but artificial light. The little led of your sewing machine reminds you that you had fallen asleep while working on a costume.

“Fuck…” you swear. “It was just a dream. That’s it… just a dream…” you try to calm yourself down as you check the time on your phone. Four hours have passed since you started working, enough time to finish if you hadn’t fallen asleep.

Dragging your feet to the refrigerator, you search for a trusty energy drink. The sweet and sour flavour of chemicals will do to keep you awake. However, you are sure that it won’t be the only thing…

You take a look through the window; the noctilucas are on full display over the coast and the blueish gloom tinting the beach looks like a perfect magical place. Maybe the doors to a different universe in which pirates rule the world and people have powers like being made out of gum.

“I wish you were here Law…” you sigh, painfully remembering the dream you just had. Imagining Law being with another woman breaks your heart…  but seeing him unleash sexual desires over her; that’s even worse.

You decide to check your phone; the last time Law used his was the exact moment he bid you goodbye. You are not very sure if he is indeed operating, or he simply turned off his phone so that you wouldn't bother him while being with another girl.  In any case there is no point on keep worrying about it. So, you sit down again at the table and start sewing the last part of your cosplay.

A sudden knock in the middle of the silence of the night, creeps you out. “Who could it be at this hours?”

Carefully you stand up and walk towards the door. By taking a swift look through the peephole you discover that nobody’s standing there. A shiver runs through your spine, and you wonder if you are again in danger or not…

Immediately, the memories of what happened six months ago hit you;  however, this time there isn't any hero around you called Law. This time there is no officer Roronoa, nor Penguin, Bepo or Shachi.

You silently grab the keys, squeezing the white fluffy ball that Law gave you. You take them from the door trying to make the least sound possible and walk backwards. Grabbing your cell phone, you check on your security camera app discovering that by the porch off the door there is a package with a bow that looks like a gift.

A million thoughts run through your mind; you are sure that this is something similar to a scene you saw on a Halloween movie. You feel like you're sweating, but it is cold. You ponder if you should call 911 or not… after all if there is nobody there, and it’s just a package they will probably call you crazy.

You take a deep breath. You ponder all of the possibilities.

“All right this is probably someone trying to kill me. And if I open the door to grab the damn package, for sure someone will come in and try to kill me. YES! that's it! What if it’s a fucking murderer clown? Or a guy wearing a coat with pink feathers and glasses that wants to kill me with strings around my neck??!”

You think of the stupidest things, even if today they do not sound that stupid… And frankly, when you grab your phone, you realise that you shouldn't be calling the person that you're calling… But you can’t help it…

The ringing tone seems eternal. Law isn't answering his phone. Of course he is. And if he's either operating or not, he is busy… he won't pick up the phone.

“This is Doctor Trafalgar Law speaking. I am not available in the moment to answer but please, leave a message after the tone. Thank you.” His voice resonates in your head like echoes of losing hope.         And as you curl up into a ball, by some corner of your kitchen in total darkness, you speak to him.

“I don't know why I'm calling you… but I'm scared, and I know you can’t do anything because you're on the other side of the country. But I really think you are my safe place… so, if something happens to me tonight, I need you to tell you something… I’m madly in love with you Law. Goodbye.”

Which theory eyes the next you hear is a new knocking on the door. This time it isn’t suspicious, this time is desperate.

“(Name)-ya! (Name)-ya! It’s me!!! Open me please!”

“LAW???” you stand up, sniffling. At this point you are sure you are hallucinating.

“(Name)-ya, please open! It's me, Law! I didn't mean to scare you; I was hoping that you will find this a pleasant surprise!” the desperate voice of your lover sounds in your eardrums like a balsam.

You wipe your tears with the back of your hand and run to the door. Unlocking the latch, you let the summer breeze hit your heated cheeks.

His image, standing right by the door, feels like a dream… what is Law doing there? He was supposed to be on a surgery, or… or with Dr. Robin.

“L-Law?” your lips tremble, giving your beloved doctor a sweet look of helplessness. Like a scared little girl to his father, you stretch your arms to him.

Law sighs; he is so relieved to see you safe and sound. He immediately hugs you, lifting you up and pressing your body against his.

“I’m here. Don’t panic…” he murmurs, nuzzling on your temple while you do the same on the crook of his neck.

The scent of his skin, something you wonder you had forgotten, still is as delicious as you remember. Once again the feeling of safeness with his arms around your frame. Once again him, nobody but him.

“Wha- what are you doing here, Law…?” you whisper, both unable to move nor break the hug. The need for one accumulated all throughout six long months.

“I- I wanted to come and see you…I am aware that this wasn’t very well planned, but I…” he whispers back, inhaling, after, the perfume of your hair.

You giggle. He shouldn’t be apologizing; it was you who ruined his surprise.

He puts you down, carefully, and softly.

“Law… I…” you lift your eyes to look at him. You wanna say something, but the sudden memory of your love confession strikes you. Did he hear you through the door? Has he already listened to the voice memo?

However, none of that matters anymore because without warning, neither mercy, desperate lips crash with yours in a scorching kiss.

Law’s mouth feels like paradise. A heaven you never knew it existed and to where you wish to be taken. The taste of his tongue on yours, so deliciously intrusive… for how many nights you imagined this?

When the first kiss finally breaks - because your lungs were rioting for at least a molecule of oxygen- he fixes his needy orbs into yours. “I owed you this since the airport” he pants.

You blink slowly, still unable to process what has just happened. He still feels the salty taste of your tears, while you drown into a pit of butterflies attacking your stomach.

“And… I’ve been waiting for it since that day…” you murmur, biting your lower lip too sexily for the surgeon’s imagination.

He moves that mysterious box that was still resting on your porch, inside. He didn’t even lift it up, he just kicked it in, with care.

Closing the door behind you, he lifts you up again, this time by your legs. You, quickly, surround his waist with them trapping his body for it to be only yours.

He walks towards your kitchen, kissing you so desperately with grunts and growls that sprout so easily from his throat. Law moves inside as if he knew your home, as if it was his own.

Of course, had other type of stuff be over your table he would have pushed them away, but he didn’t want to ruin your progress. So, Law keep walking through the little glass door that you kept open in your kitchen. Such door leads to a little deck that offers you the most beautiful views of the beach right across the street.

He deposits you over the little railing of your deck, amazed by the breath-taking scenery ahead of you. However, Law still believes that there is nothing more beautiful than you. That nothing, not even the Noctilucas, shine as bright as you.

His tattooed hand lands on your cheek; soft blessed fingers, trained to save lives, killing you slowly with a loving caress.

You enjoy the way his caramel skin shines bright by the blueish phosphorescence of the Noctilucas on the coast. Under a dark sky, a dot of brilliance beats like two hearts finally able to join after so long.

It is impossible for you not to get emotional. Eyes once again getting humid, this time because of pure joy.

He gets lost in the view of the coast; and the beating sounds of your hearts that match the waves crashing against the sand create a beautiful melody of love.  

“I missed you so much…” he murmurs once he looks back at you. “I missed you too, Law… I… I…” you need to tell him how much you love him; even if he really knows. Of course, he does.

Law’s lips get closer to yours, barely touching them. His hand slides from your cheek to your shoulder, a finger tangling on the strap of your lose dress. And it falls, uncovering your body, showing the man of your dreams a skin so ready to be loved. So ready to be adored.

“Don’t say it just yet…” he utters, as he begins to kiss your shoulders with loving pecks that will remain carved in your flesh for the first time and for the rest of your life.

You nod, because you understand completely why he wants you to wait. And you really don’t mind about the rest of the world, even if your bare back is on full display towards the coast during a lonely Friday night.

As Law goes down with his kisses, leaving a trail of lust, you play with the soft yet messy hair of his. Combing through it, with your nails, you watch him approach your breasts.

He discovers, with love and praise, how perfect your anatomy is… this time for real, because you both are willing to offer one to the other. Cupping your right breast, he gets your protruding nipple in between his lips.

Sucking, ever so softly, you feel like exploding. The sleepiness has eased away, and now there is just love and need. Desire and lust.

Your throw your head back, with your mouth wide open, letting a low moan to scape your chest. The way he pulls, and nibbles so delicately, is like the delicious starter for a full curse banquet.

And a banquet, a feast is what Law wants from you. To do with you. He finds your skin taste to be delightful, and he can’t wait to check that indeed your core is as ambrosial as he imagined it to be.

He kneels in between your legs, spreading them from your inner thighs. A place where he firstly squeeze, and then kiss. Diving underneath the flowy skirt of your pleaded yellow dress.

Your belly spasms in anticipation; Law’s hardness seems too painful for those blue jeans. The wet spots on your panties are everything the surgeon desires to enjoy, and little by little the tip of his nose reach for them.

You try to close your legs as in an unvoluntary muscle reaction, with knuckles turning white as you grab yourself from the railing not to fall.

“Keep… them open, (Name)-ya” he orders, sending a sting of pleasure with a simple command that sounded so dominant.

“Y-yes…” you barely mouth, knowing that you must try your best to spread your legs so that he can rejoice with your sex.

You can sense what he is doing right under your skirt, with playful finger that graze the dampened fabrics that cover your sex. Law uses his thumb, rubbing it up and down, painfully slowly over your covered slit. And taking all of his sweet time, he finally moves away your lacey coverings.

“Heh” you hear him scoff, followed by the warm sensation of his breath getting closer to your labia. You squirm, passing your nails through his nape, or at least the little part you can reach as you don’t want to lose your balance.

First, the tip of his tongue. Then all of it, eating your whole, drinking your elixir drop by drop. The technique, so immaculate. Sucking, touching, licking the right parts, showing you exactly how much of an expert he is in terms of knowing the human body.

And when your legs begin to shiver, to quiver instead of spasming, and your moans become louder… Law knows it’s time to enjoy the beautiful expression of raptured pleasure your face must be holding.

He stands up, cleaning the brilliance off his lips but never taking two fingers out of you. Those two fingers that keep you at bay, won’t let you finish but won’t let you lose the heat either.

“Can I make love to you, right now?” he asks, with his lips grazing yours, in a sexy and raspy voice.

You swallow. He said “make love…” not “fuck”…

“Ye-yes, please… make love to me, Law ~”

The surgeon smiles sweetly. Even if lust would lead you both, there is also something deeper. There is love with no words, pure adoration.

“Where is your bedroom?” he asks, taking his fingers out of you and holding you back in arms.

You point at the glass door next to the kitchen one. Your cheeks on fire, your insides too. Your heart combusting, with sparks flying from such burning.

He slides open the door with a swift motion, grunting to discover you didn’t lock it. “You should close this…” he scolds you and you simply giggle.

When he gets to the foot of the bed, he kneels with you still in arms. You sit on his lap, with noses grazing, both breathing desire, with your sex over the bulge forming underneath his jeans.

“Are you sure?” he asks, again. “Yes, because I…” you wanna say you love him, but his inked index stops you from doing so. Not just yet.

Law slowly takes his finger from your lips and kisses your forehead.

Your breasts pressed against his chest are dying to feel his skin against them. Thus, you surely begin to pull up from his shirt.

Caramel skin, yet again barely bathed by the blueish light filtering from the coast through the glass door. The black lines, tracing a heart pattern forever carved on his flesh like the memories of that man who saved his life… the man he told you about during endless texting before bed nights.

Planting sweet kisses on his neck and collar bones, you enjoy with no hurries every inch of skin. But it isn’t enough, he is hurting. The jeans jail’s been too much already, and he needs relief. He. And you, too.

Surely and quickly, you stand up just enough for him to take his jeans off. And Law delivers almost instantly. You discover clean legs, this time with no tattoos like the rest of his body and wonder if there is something he is waiting for to get them permanently drawn with.

Your fingernails trap the hem of his boxers, and pulling them down, you finally give his shaft a so needed freedom.

It is hard, it is perfectly sized and healthy too. The way its tip is covered in shiny essence, pushes you to gloat before such tempting imagery.

But he can’t wait no more. Law needs to feel the warmth of your insides surrounding him, like a wet hot hug of clenching shelter.

His nails bury into your hip sides, guiding you towards his dripping masculinity. As drippy as your core that drizzle with connecting strings of wetness, his purplish tip.

Looking up, with pleading eyes, Law awaits. You put an end to the torturing inches that separate both bodies, sitting so perfectly on his lap, letting his sex slide inside you, feeling the way it opens its way towards your centre.

As you finally reach the deepest point, Law’s arm surround your lower waist, pressing you so hard against him. Both take a moment to enjoy the connection, looking into each other’s eyes before he starts ramming in and out of you with merciless hips thrusts.

Your body on its own coordinates its motions to match Law’s, going back and forth, around, and up and down. Lips grazing, sloppy wet kisses, grunts, and whines…

It is time now, right? When the body, the soul and the heart reaches its climax…

“(Name)-ya, I’m madly in love with you ~” “Law, I loved you since the very beginning…”

You want an epilogue?! Yes! And it’s coming soon :3

[bepisbee]

V10137 au chapter 3

Not me realizing I didn't post the other chapters here LOL RIP Read on ao3

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Vio began sneaking out of their charging room overnight. They found that between a few hours plugged in and the tea and snacks Shadow provided daily there had been sufficient energy to fully charge them. Typically by around two in the morning. The facility was peaceful during that time. It was often they read stolen or downloaded books or browsed online in secret to learn. They also enjoyed just walking around the empty halls to see what they couldn't in the daytime. Granted, they had no access cards to any rooms.

They had a lot of time to think. Lately there has been a lot going on inside their artificial brains and body. The directors and care team they had thankfully were still in the dark about those recent developments.  Or so they had thought.  A bump outside their room forced them to fake recharge sleep. They shut their eyes and powered their systems low to make little noise. Voices were muffled outside the thick door. It beeped twice allowing access. Light flowed in from the hall as it opened during a conversation. 

"I don't trust that there hasn't been anything new. I mean I get wanting to take credit but this is ridiculous!" It was one of their regular technicians. At least before Shadow self appointed himself solo responsibility. "There shouldn't be any problem. Delete the logs. It isn't awake right now to record anyways."  Vio does their best to remain calm. What the hell were they doing? They felt their body getting lifted onto the cold metal table. It felt wrong. Vio had been sitting in the lone chair provided because laying down to recharge made them feel exposed and uncomfortable.

"We need to examine it and report. Physical paper only. Crack it open." Vio couldn't help the stiffening of their body in reaction. The crew did not notice at all. Now closer to the voices he could pick out Shadow's father for sure as the commanding tone. They felt their coating slip away despite their will because of buttons pressed. Their cavity exposed the wirework and the new strange substance that coated their insides. "Examine everything. Thoroughly." His assistant started with pulling wires out hard and reattaching them elsewhere to see the response. She picked several nerve wires with a scalpel to see them slowly heal over.

She kept making cuts on them in between the layer of metal and artificial flesh that coated them.  Each cut of nerve was agony. They felt every last pinch, poke, cut, and mishandling of their parts. They could tell their fans and systems were overdriving trying to find a way to stop this. There was no mercy.  They kept them there like that for hours. Diving through, cutting off samples, changing wires around. It took everything in them to not get up and run. Where would they go? They had no idea about the surrounding area let alone where to find Shadow. It wasn't like anything could come of it besides their death. The image of his face floating in their subconscious was the only thing allowing them to stay calm. If the director knew how sentient they really were, it could be their end.

The process of their prodding was painful, harsh, and cold. Methodical. Like a live vivisection. It reminded them of a horrible tale they had read about a person being awake during surgery, only the paralytic working instead of anesthesia.

"Nono… I don't want to risk anything. Maybe another time we'll check the processor. This is too intricate of wiring to safely analyze it's head." Vio started to panic. Their head?? They were going to remove their head?? Why had they thought of dying earlier? Now it won't leave their mind. They started to hyperventilate.  They closed them up as they were. Scraped, injured, aching in new painful ways they didn't really understand.

"To think he would install machinery like that without permission! With my funds!" The crew were so engrossed in their research and their mutilation not a single of the pair noticed their panicking robot.  Vio took deep breaths in and out. It was getting harder to keep it steady. They became erratic and hitched. 

"Wait until he finds out I'm kicking him off this project." Vio's eyes flew open. A monitor still attached to them started going haywire. Static screeching so loud the assistant next to it cowered. Her ears, covered by hands, were bleeding. Ice blue sharp eyes met the director's and shook him to his core. It was an obvious reaction to his statement. He didn't know how to take that.

Vio felt like their entire body was on fire. They could see themselves from the view of the screen but their own eyes at the same time. It made their head pound hard.  Words did not come out of their mouth. Vio wasn't even sure if they were trying to say anything. More of an attempt to release every feeling from the past two hours of torture. It was a match of the screeching static from the monitor. It became a cacophony in the room, indiscernible from who was making what. The assistant passed out on the floor with a loud thud. Shadow's father ran out of the room and slammed the door shut and locked leaving the assistant there on the floor. He cared nothing for any life but his own clearly. Vio shook and took in high pitched gasps; looking around frantically.

The thump startled them into snapping shut their mouth and the noise stopped. As they took in the dark room and the body lying there they suddenly felt over grounded in their own body. Everything was too much at once.  Everything was everywhere, their ears were ringing and their vision was swimming.  Then it was silent save for the labored breaths.  They took almost an hour to calm down. They disconnected themself from the wires and knelt by the passed out woman. The monitor is a blank screen now busted out with glass shards surrounding it.

They checked her. She seemed ok except for the bleeding eardrums. They had burst. Her pulse was normal. Vio frowned, a sick feeling twisting their insides. A mix of guilt of dread. They didn't like it. They lifted her onto the table and looked around the room. There was no way out. Vio sat on the floor, leaning against the table with a sigh. Everything hurt so much. They felt wrong. Violated. They hadn't asked them if they were ok with maintenance, if they were ok being samples, used, abused, cut, torn, hurt. Vio looked up at the bare ceiling. They were an object. Why wouldn't they do that? 

"I'm a creation. They made me. Why does it hurt? How does it hurt? How do I know that is what it is. Why did it feel so wrong when they cut and pull and tug? It's not him." Vio wasn't sure when they had started talking out loud.  "Am I…. Someone?" They whispered into the dark empty room. "What does that mean?"  "............... I want Shadow." 

The last part was barely above a whisper. 

They were like that the next morning when Shadow arrived at work. No one said anything. No indication outside of that room. At some point one worker had come in and taken the assistant away for medical treatment. Vio sat on the floor there, staring at the tiles. Why were they on the floor again?

"Hey! I brought some cookies thing to-daa ahh? Why are you down there??" Shadow frowned, putting the snacks down. "... Vi??" He knelt beside him and made them look up at him.

"Shadow…" they mumbled. Their eyes were wet. That was new. They leaned into the touch, making the Hylian's heart race.

"Good morning." Something was strange, their chords raw and creaky.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Shadow checked them over. No visible outward injury. "You never answered me, why are you on the floor?" The tech helped them stand up, and tried leading them to their 'bed'. Vio refused.

"Could we go somewhere else? Please?" Hadn't there been a small TV monitor in here? One second they looked at the empty spot and say a dark room, shattered glass on the ground, the head of the assistant bleeding with- Then it was gone. What had they seen? Vio shook their head. There was no glass on the floor right now. 

"You are seriously off today. What's up with you?" He kept pressing. 

"I am not sure. I think perhaps I did not fully charge, I woke up disconnected and down there." Vio kept staring at his face. Something in their core urging them to keep just looking at Shadow. It calmed the anxiety storm inside. "I think some tea might help." The blonde lifted a hand and hesitated before moving it to hold Shadow's. "If that is alright." 

"... I'm giving you a good check afterwards." Shadow squeezed their hand and helped them up off the floor. He had to catch them as their balance wobbled. "Woah, I gotcha." He wrapped an arm around their torso. Vio's face flushed at the contact. 

"You are very warm today. You do not have a fever do you?" Vio asked in concern.

  "Ha. No, I'm just wearing a heavier hoodie today. It's snowing outside!" Shadow walked them out of the charging room and to the main floor. One of the employees stopped in their tracks and just stared open mouthed at them. While they casually walked out to Shadow's tech room teaching the blonde about snow weather and how it worked with temperature. The employee ran up to the director's office. 

"That is so interesting. And you are saying that sometimes this weather can be influenced by the elemental holders?" Vio clung onto his every word. It made the strange painful ache throbbing throughout their body become an afterthought.  Shadow sat them down in their computer chair, noticing their discomfort towards the table.

"Yeah, although mostly if they work together like wind and water and fire to create clouds and rain storms and stuff…actually. Can I tell you a secret? Between us." Shadow sat on the desk next to the chair and opened a canned green boba tea for his companion. 

"I would never tell our secrets, Shadow."  "Hardcore haha. But uhm." He swung his feet. "There currently are not holders for them at the moment. Or supposed to be anyways. They belong to the heroes and they only show up when needed. It's been generations since they last appeared… I have one." He handed over the can. Vio sipped it gratefully and listened. "Not a main one I don't think but when I turned eighteen this appeared." Shadow hopped off and turned around, lifting up his hoodie. The robot got a nice eyeful of his smooth back, freckled a lot mostly around the shoulders. Their eyes roamed over appreciatively before landing on a symbol. A quick image search found it to be similar but slightly different to the symbol of the shadow element. It seemed to have a mix of earth inside it. Vio looked drawn to it.  They reached out and softly traced the symbol outline with their fingertips. Shadow's breath caught from the unexpected action.

"You are stunning." Accidental slip. They meant to say the mark was. It was Shadow's turn to flush now. He put the clothing back down and cleared his throat.

"Ah hem. W-eell that's it. No one else knows about it. I can also do some minoragic things but I try not to so I won't get caught." Vio was still focusing on how Shadow's hips had been slightly slipping over the top of the boxers barely visible. They really had an urge to hold them. "Vio?" They looked back up. "Alright that's enough. I need to take a peek at you something is wrong." He frowned. The blonde did not move. "Go on, up you go." He motioned to the table. 

".... I…." Their face scrunched up. Something flashed inside for a second. Searing pain and then gone faded out like it was never there. "I do not know… I don't know why. I… I can't. Thinking about it seems to be making me freeze. I feel strange. When I focus on this feeling it makes the room go dark and blurry around the edges" Vio's rough voice soft-spoken, not gentle, but scared. "I don't understand why." 

Shadow ran a hand through their hair in attempts to be comforting and distracting.  "The table is making you have a panic attack? Okay… try thinking in a new direction. What makes you feel this way?"

  "I think." They swallowed. "The thought of… being on it? Yes. Being on it and feeling… exposed?" Vio took deep breaths and closed their eyes. "I cannot pin point why exactly. Perhaps… I have been thinking a lot about what it could mean to be someone. If I am a someone. It makes me feel less… someone. Does that make any sense?" They opened and looked at Shadow. Almost pleadingly.  There was no denying at this point that Shadow saw them as a living sentient person. 

"Look at this differently." Shadow took their hands in his. "People need to get surgery sometimes right? Does that make them less people because they got an appendix out or whatever? Or a bone reset?"

"....no." 

"Well this is just like that! But less messy. And more required. You are just a person made of different insides!" 

"I am. I am a… I am a person?" Vio's gaze looked right through him for a minute before coming back to reality. Their face set in determination. "I. Am. A. Someone."

"Yes. I think you really are." The tech's gaze softened and he let their hands go. "Join me? I promise I will always respect your body and your boundaries." He opened a can of his butterscotch soda. The blonde stood up and kept eye contact as they slowly laid on the table. They took a big deep breath and slowly let it out.

  "Okay. I am okay. I trust you Shadow." Vio laid their head back not even looking. 

"Alright. I'm going in now," he lifted the purple shirt up his chest. Shadow's calloused fingers gently ran across the seams that would release and give him access to the wires inside. Vio repressed a shudder from the feather light feeling. Almost ticklish. "........."

There was a long stretch of silence as Shadow saw the damage.  Was Vio down playing something, or did they genuinely not remember whatever happened with this? He sucked a breath through his teeth.

"Alright Doll, don't move. I need to grab something." It wasn't the first time that nickname was used, but the first time for them. It made their stomach flutter. Shadow came back. "This might hurt and I'm sorry. There some crossed wires and some… damaging. It looks…" intentional he wanted to say. "Like nothing I can't fix." Shadow got to work.  He verbalized everything he was doing. He walked them through his steps to make sure they were okay with it and that they were prepared for sensations and pains. It took a few hours. 

"Okay." Shadow sighed. "How do you feel, Vi?" Shadow still had hands around his wires, but gentle. Barely enough pressure to just hold them. "No aching, pinching, or pain?"

  "No. I can feel you holding those. Which is new and strange. Not bad, but I can tell you are touching them. I believe whatever small wires you refer to as nerves are evolving. Ah also, something on my outter right side… itches? Is that the correct term?" Vio wasn't sure.

Shadow hummed and placed the last two. He caressed their side again to close his panel shut. The skin replaced itself again to smooth seamless perfection. Shadow shifted Vio slightly to check what they meant.  "!!"

"What is it?" "You- there is- what the fuck? Hold on." Shadow pulled out his phone and took a photo to show. It was a small mark with the element symbol of earth.

"What does that mean?" Vio sat up, shirt falling into place.

"... That the heroes are coming back. And you're one of them."

[cassieuncaged]

Ship Songs

List 5-10 songs that relate to your OTP

Tagged by @roofgeese and @aceghosts.

No pressure tags: @emotionalcadaver, @emilynightshade89, @areyenotfondofmelobster, @poisonedtruth, @confidentandgood, @unholymilf, @voidika @captastra and anyone I might have missed

OTP: Dog Tags and Flower Crowns - Maggie x Elias

I'd Have You Anytime - George Harrison

All I have is yours All you see is mine And I'm glad to hold you in my arms I'd have you anytime

Strange Powers - Magnetic Fields

The Sun falls down like honey The Moon pours down like mercury The stars fall down like money And you come back to me And I can't sleep 'Cause you got strange powers You're in my dreams Strange powers And I can't sleep 'Cause you got strange powers You're in my dreams Strange powers

Our House - Crosby, Stills, and Nash

I'll light the fire, while you place the flowers In the vase that you bought today. Staring at the fire for hours and hours, While I listen to you play your love songs All night long for me, only for me. Come to me now, and rest your head for just five minutes, Everything is done. Such a cozy room, the windows are illuminated By the evening sunshine through them, Fiery gems for you, only for you.

Moonlight Mile - The Rolling Stones

Oh, I'm sleeping under strange, strange skies Just another mad, mad day on the road My dreams is fading down the railway line I'm just about a moonlight mile down the road, yeah, yeah

I'm hiding, sister and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm hiding, baby and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm riding down your moonlight mile

He's My Baby - Noire

He's my baby Ain't it something I'm a mess all for you Walking home, just to hear you say "Hey baby how's your day?"

Don't go changing, I will believe in you Don't know if you'd stay, it's all good if you do

OTP: Dancing in the Flames - Wren x Rick

Chinatown - Bleachers

But a girl like you Could rip me out of my head Black tears on your cheek I want them in my bed I'll take you out of the city Honey, right into the shadow 'Cause I wanna find tomorrow Yeah, I wanna find tomorrow

Self Control - Laura Branigan

Oh, the night is my world City light painted girl In the day nothing matters It's the night time that flatters

In the night, no control Through the wall something's breaking Wearing white as you're walkin' Down the street of my soul

Only You - Yazoo

This is going to take a long time And I wonder what's mine Can't take no more Wonder if you'll understand It's just the touch of your hand Behind a closed door

So Alive - Love and Rockets

I don't know what color your eyes are, baby But your hair is long and brown Your legs are strong, and you're so, so long And you don't come from this town

My head is full of magic, baby And I can't share this with you The feel I'm on a cross again, lately But there's nothing to do with you

I'm on Fire - Bruce Springsteen

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby Edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley Through the middle of my skull

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet And a freight train running through the middle of my head Only you can cool my desire

OTP: Bullets, Bombs and Baggage - Reggie x John

John Wayne - Lady Gaga

3 a.m., Mustang speedin' Two lovers, headed for a dead end Too fast, hold tight, he laughs Runnin' through the red lights Hollerin' over, rubber spinnin' Big swig, toss another beer can Too lit, tonight, prayin' on the moonlight

Every John is just the same I'm sick of their city games I crave a real wild man I'm strung out on John Wayne

Disorder - Joy Division

What means to you, what means to me And we will meet again I'm watching you, I'm watching Oh I'll take no pity from your friends Who is right? Who can tell? And who gives a damn right now? Until the spirit new sensation takes hold Then you know Until the spirit new sensation takes hold Then you know Until the spirit new sensation takes hold Then you know

I Can Change - LCD Sound System

Oh, this is the time, the very best time So give me a line and take me home Take me over But dashing the hopes, dashing the hopes And smashing the pride The morning's got you on the ropes, oh

Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant

Did you stand there all alone? Oh, I cannot explain what's goin' down I can see you standin' next to me In and out somewhere else right now You sigh, look away I can see it clear as day Close your eyes, so afraid Hide behind that baby face

Heavenly - Cigarettes After Sex

Needing you now to come into me Feeling it slow, over this dream Touch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips

When you're above feeling it still Tell me it's love, tell me it's real Touch me with a kiss, touch me with a kiss

[obislittleone]

HoM: Order 66 PART III

Warnings: leaving a lot of the warnings the same as it all entails- angst in the beginning, middle, oh and a lot a the end. Angst with Padme, more mentions of pregnancy. Did i mention angst? I did? Well there’s more. Death, mentions of blood, violence, friends turning on friends. Anakin is a warning, literally, angst, Mentions of sickness and death… lots of death tbh

Summary: Anakin finds you and believed you to be dead, and it was his fault. Perhaps the dark side had taken more from him than it was giving.

A/n: it’s 3:21 am, if someone does not buy me a coffee i will die

also y'all if you like the story, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)

(Please buy me a coffee, i beg… i’m exhausted)

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Anakin didn’t have a shred of regret in him thus far, until you came back to the temple. It was then he realized the weight of all this. He may not be able to kill you, but he knew the clones would, and he was powerless to stop them, though his power had now tripled from what it had originally been. He was shaken after you ran from him, hopefully to an escape. Hopefully to where you would be taken care of until this was all over.

He had been thinking of you as he paced the halls, wondering if you’d made it out okay. He was beginning to feel eerie about all of this, the pressure put on him. If you weren’t able to look him in the eye and forgive him after this, he doubted Padme ever could, and then all of this would be for nothing. If he didn’t have her by his side, it was like she was dead to him. His mind raced with these thoughts, and as he came back around the corner by the Archives, he froze.

You’d been struck down, several blaster shots penetrated your body as you lay there on the ground, sprawled out over yourself in a way he knew could not be of comfort. You were motionless however, and Anakin knew it was because you were gone, lost to the cosmic force forever. He felt a deep pain rip across his chest, and he knelt down to see your face growing pale. This had just happened. The members of the 501st had been patrolling the grounds for hours, now, and he knew that this just happened. The scene was still fresh, and your blood had not yet turned cold. That meant you’d been here a while, probably helping others to escape before they would face the same fate.

You were always helping people, helping him. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He’d told your friend to accompany you somewhere in the city, where you would be safe, but you came back for him. All of this, every little thing that happened was caused by him, and he had no choice but to take the blame for it. Once this was over, he was going to kill the chancellor. To exact revenge for making him do all these awful things just to get the power he wanted. There must have been an easier way, but Anakin was blinded at the time, unwilling to see the future effects, how he was feeling right now in this moment as he swept aside your hair from your face. Your eyes were shut peacefully, as though you were sleeping, and he wished it were so. He couldn’t feel your signature anymore, and knew that he probably wouldn’t be able to even if you were still alive. You would probably have blocked him out, never to be trusted again.

He wanted to sit there and cry, to mourn the loss of his best friend, and little sister. He’d always looked out for you, but today he failed. He wanted to grieve, but he couldn’t, the anger and the hatred that had consumed him was unwilling to let him feel those emotions right now, not when there was still work to be done. He hated what he had done, but he would still finish it, because it was too late for him. He was already condemned. Your death signified that. He have inadvertently killed the most gentle and kind Jedi in the galaxy, so how could he now redeem himself?

There were tears in his eyes, begging to fall, to run down his cheeks and absorb into the skin to let him feel his pain deeper, but they stayed within their confines, never spilling, and beginning to dry with each moment passed.

He noticed something had fallen out of your robes, a small necklace of some sort. Upon further inspection, he found the small kyber crystal pendant tied to the bottom of the leather string. It was blue, obviously not yours. Obi-Wan…

He hoped he never had to face him again, if not for the anger that was growing in his heart against his former master, then for the fact that he would never be able to explain, nor apologize for what he had done. You were Obi-Wan’s little one, his pride, his joy, his entire galaxy. The light of his path. He remembered what his master once said to him about you, the night that he’d confessed to Anakin how he truly felt for his younger padawan. She is the light incarnate. And he really believed it.

Anakin ripped the necklace from its place and tucked it into his belt, though he knew it wasn’t going to make him feel better, he wanted to take it with him, to have a small part of you. He was in shambles over this, and felt even more reckless now that you were gone. Obi-Wan made him promise to keep you safe while he was away, and though everything had changed drastically in that time, he had still planned on keeping that promise. He was meant to protect you, now he was partially your killer.

He wanted to take you body, to bury it somewhere of importance, or to give you the honor of a proper Jedi funeral. It’s what you deserved, but he knew it would never be allowed of him. The chancellor did not carry the same sympathies he did, and would deem it improper, and treasonous to now give any form of respect to the Jedi. Even a dead one.

He stood to his feet and walked away, prepared to leave to Mustafar, where the chancellor wanted him to end the lives of every separatist there was left. This was something he could do with a clear mind, because he’d been trying to do it for years, along with you and Obi-Wan. The war would end, at the cost of his sanity, and the lives of most everyone he knew, but it would end. He would use this newfound hatred, in and of himself over what happened to you, in order to destroy something you would have been perfectly fine with him destroying.

He looked back to you once he got to the end of the hallway, and as painful as it be, he forced himself to let a tear fall for you. After that, he was set back in his ways, his path to sure destruction.

-

When Obi-Wan had landed on Coruscant with Master Yoda, he wasn’t sure if he was prepared to see the damage done. Even walking up the steps of the temple was hard to take in, as the bodies of his friends and colleagues were splayed over the stairway and into the entrance. There were some clones awaiting their arrival, but they dealt with them swiftly and surely. Most of the clones were now stationed outside the capitol, where the emergency senate meeting was taking place. All the Jedi left in the temple were dead, no one had survived, not even the younglings. There was however, a scrape of blood on the floor, where an injured child or master may have gotten up and left undetected. It was a stretch, but perhaps there was hope.

Obi-Wan went into the archives and changed the outgoing signal to any remaining Jedi, telling them to keep hidden until the time was right. The time may never be right, and he realized that, but he refused to give up hope. He was stronger when he was optimistic, though sometimes it was hard. Especially when it concerned you. he hadn’t had contact with you in a long time, but having you just entered his mind, he wondered if you were close by. If you were safe. He valued you over any other in this universe, and though he knew it would do him good to stay calm, you weren’t going to leave his mind until he’d reached you. He extended his signature, just on the off chance that you were still here.

When you felt his presence, reaching to you, you took it, hoping that it would be enough for him to know you were alive. You were becoming dizzy and nauseous from within your hiding space, the darkness and tightness of the space was killing you. You wanted to leave, but knew there were probably still an abundance of clones, ready to finish you off should you show yourself.

Obi-Wan could feel the closeness of you, and Master Yoda wondered what he was dwelling on for so long, in a state of meditation.

“Reaching out, I assume you are,” he was trying to tap into the connection, but it seemed whoever Kenobi was in tune with, there was no room for outsiders. It seemed to be a private and previously established connection. “But who?”

“My padawan, she’s still alive, but she’s hurt,” he winced at his own words, and the more he synced himself with you, he began to feel immense pain. “She’s hiding nearby.”

“Know where she is, do you?”

Obi-Wan opened his eyes and looked to Yoda, his expression was something that hurt to behold.

“Yes,” Master Kenobi began to head to the back of the archives, to a place he had not long forgotten, where he thought he may find you.

You were not in such good condition anymore, as you hadn’t been since getting shot repeatedly. The shots you received were lucky if you were being honest. If you’d been shot in the chest, you’d still be laying on that floor in the grand hall.

Your ears perked at the sound of rapid footsteps approaching, and your heart began racing like it was the end. Perhaps it was, maybe they had found your secret hiding space and were here to kill you once and for all. There were so many times in your life that you almost died, so many close calls. It all began with the time you sacrificed yourself for Obi-Wan, when Count Dooku set the trap. He had intended to kill you, but never got the chance. You were a good cheater when it came to death, but cheaters never win, not in the end.

You were going to use the last of your energy to fight, to give it everything you had before falling. You knew you would, you were too weak to go on.

When the steps became so close you could feel the ground vibrate with them, you readied yourself, taking deep breaths and raising a hand in front of you. The vent panel, as old as it was, could still slide open quickly, and it did, revealing you to the opposing forces on the other side. Without taking a second glance, you threw your opponent into the wall behind him, falling out of the vent shaft and onto your hands and knees, which eventually gave out as you crumbled to the ground.

Obi-Wan was shocked by what had happened, but didn’t dwell on it, as you laying on the ground with three blaster shots in your body was where his immediate focus traveled to. You had a bloody lip, and your eyebrow had a gash in it, where a scar would probably form later on.

“Obi?” Your eyes were closing, and your voice wasn’t even as loud as a whisper.

“Little one,” he panicked, watching the color drain from your face, though you were already pale as snow. The cauterized blaster shots were beginning to break open, and you your bleeding on his hands. You were dying, and he wasn’t ready to face that tragedy, not with everything that’s happened. “Stay with me, please.”

“To Senator Organa’s ship, we must take her, if alive she is to stay.”

Yoda’s words were fuzzy when they reached him, but he understood it was your only chance, so once he processed it, he was scooping you up into his arms, following the Grand master through the temple until again they were outside. Passing by the bodies made Obi-Wan think about the horrors you must have seen to survive this. It was horrific, something from nightmares.

There was a speeder waiting once they descended the steps again, -rather quickly considering he was carrying you- with one of Organa’s advisors. It was the one they arrived in, but Yoda didn’t plan on leaving so soon. He knew that in order to put a stop to whatever was happening, they would need to investigate. Enough at least to find out the true cause of this.

Obi-Wan loaded you in the back the best he could before trying to board alongside you, thought it would be difficult, without disturbing you. One wrong move could cause you to lose an abundance of blood, and he was reminded of another time when he was put in this exact same position, the day he realized he could not live without you. That had been his driving force then, and it would remain his driving force now.

“Done, we are not. Stay to find answers, we will,” Yoda interrupted Obi-Wan’s haste, and the man looked at him with disbelief.

“I can’t. She could die, and I need to be with her,” he was all but about to continue his efforts of climbing into the speeder before Yoda stopped him yet again. This was very out off character for Kenobi, but of course, he was always very crucial about things when it came to his padawan. He always had been.

“If her time, this is,” Yoda hobbled up to be next to him, looking over you before regaining Obi-Wan’s attention. “Then let go of her, you must.”

“I can’t lose her,” Obi-Wan became more aggressive, and it was now that Yoda put the pieces together, immediately recognizing the attachment the council feared resided for years. It had been there all along, though it had grown far deeper than they had previously worried for.

“See your attachment, I do,” Yoda nodded to him, but did not give him the compliance that he could yet leave. “Made you to fear loss, it has.”

Obi-Wan realized it only now, but he had glassy eyes, becoming blurry to his vision the longer he let the tears pile up. He blinked once, letting them fall freely and revealing to Yoda yet another piece of this puzzle. Obi-Wan loved you. Not like a Master should care for his padawan, but real love, true and deep, and unending for eternity.

“I won’t let her go, she needs me,” his soft trembling words were not anything he ever thought he’d say to Master Yoda, someone he’d known since he was a boy, and had grown to know ever since. He was the epitome of what the Jedi stood for. He was strong and wise, and powerful with the force, never straying from the light, or the rules that bonded him to the order. He knew that since all cards were out on the table, that perhaps he should let just one more being in on your secret. It couldn’t hurt to try… “She’s pregnant.”

Yoda’s look of surprised rivaled pure astonishment. He couldn’t believe that someone he’d known all this time, who sat beside him on the council and fought alongside him could have hidden such a secret from him. He was sure that by any others this could be seen as wildly inappropriate, and would seem as though Obi-Wan took advantage of you, but knowing you, it wasn’t likely. Obi-Wan would have never been the one to start this, it must have been you. You were wild and reckless and though a good Jedi in most aspects, you didn’t seem to agree with the rules of the order.

“If to survive, she and her offspring are, send her for help, you must.”

“She’ll be alone,” Obi-Wan was uneasy about this, but the more he though about it, he was only going to slow the process down, as he was doing right now.

“But safe and taken care of, she will be,” Yoda signaled the advisor who was piloting the speeder to go, and he did, without giving Obi-Wan another chance at going with you. He had to have faith that you would be alright, you and his child. He doubted that would be the case, but he couldn’t think like that. If he began to lose hope that things would get better then they definitely would not. “Much to discover about this tragedy, there still is.”

Yoda lead him back into the temple, where again his heart would be ripped out of his chest, and crushed. He would soon find the security holograms of Anakin’s siege over the temple, and when he did, he would begin his descend into a sadness for his brother, who would forever be lost to him.

-

Mustafar was full of red light, by the molten lava that flowed through the planet’s many falls and cavernous grounds. It was a horrible and miserable place, meant for the evils of what was to come of it. The chancellor, nay, emperor, had already made plans to make base here, to run Darth Vader’s dealings for the new empire. Anakin didn’t like how it sounded, but he was becoming more accustomed to Palpatine’s plans as it were. He was angry at Obi-Wan, for as far as he knew, his former Master had visited with his lovely wife the senator, and that was the reason why he saw her ship coming to land on the pad beside the base. He knew that she was probably here to confront him on what she had been told was true, and it was.

When she ran out of the aircraft, his first instinct had been to wrap her up in his arms, to keep her close so that she could not escape him, even if she chose to. He was doing this for her, to keep her and his child alive. Little did he know about yours and Obi-Wan’s, which was surely dead by now.

It was when she began spewing out all the things he had done, and reprimanded him for it that he let the darkness wash over him again. He couldn’t even control himself from harming her, now, as he used the force to wrap pressure around he throat. It had even come to this, the love of his life about to die by his hand. He had never been prepared for the side effects of the darkside, but since his mind wass clouded by it, he knew no better anymore.

Looking up to Obi-Wan at the top of the ship ramp, he scowled in anger.

“Let her go, Anakin,” he descended the ramp, ready to fight the boy he once knew. That boy was gone, and there was little chance of him coming back.

“You turned her against me,” he jeered, his pain and anger showing through at once. Funny, how the darkness compelled away the other feelings but allowed him to keep the pain, expressionless.

“You have done that yourself.”

Anakin looked at Padme, where she lay unconscious and in complete disarray, likely injured and now bruised. He continued to hurt the people he loves, and he couldn’t even help it anymore. That was the saddest thing of all, because one day he would wake up and have no one, and it would be his doing.

“You will not take her from me!” He shouted, ready to engage his old master, even from where he stood across the tarmac.

“Your anger and lust for power have already done that,” Obi-Wan discarded his cloak, letting it fall to the ground as he obtained his saber in hand, ready to end this if there was no other way to stop him but. He didn’t want to kill Anakin, but he came to terms with the fact that this was not Anakin. This was not the boy he trained, the one who laughed at ungodly hours of the morning along with you, accidentally waking him up before the early mornings. This was not the boy who tripped over his doorway every night before bed, thumping against the wall to stablize himself. At last, this was not the boy he promised to train, to do good by his master and to raise into the chosen one among the Jedi. This was a Sith Lord, clear as day. “You’ve allowed this Dark Lord to twist your mind until now… until you have become the very thing you swore to destroy.”

They circled each other, trying to decide their strategies before hand. Obi-Wan had taught him well, but Anakin had never beat him before. His new power, now, however… that was a different story. The field had been leveled, and it could go either way.

“Don’t lecture me, Obi-Wan. I see through the lies of the Jedi; I do not fear the dark side as you do,” even his voice was different. It was so much harsher and violent than his usual soft and compassionate tone. Though it could change when he became upset, it had never reached this level of intensity. “I have brought peace, justice, freedom, and security to my new empire.”

“Your new empire?” Obi-Wan almost pitied him, because he honestly believed he had any say in this mess. He couldn’t see that the Emperor was using him as a puppet, pulling the strings before he would inevitably cut them.

“Don’t make me kill you…”

“Anakin, my allegiance is to the republic, to democracy!”

If you were here, things would be different, both of them knew it… but as far as Anakin knew, you were dead, and you he would never see you again.

“If you’re not with me, then you’re my enemy,” Anakin was ready to fight, but with you on his mind, there was one more thing he needed to do. Even though he was going to try and kill Obi-Wan he would make peace with himself before he did.

“Only a Sith deals in absolutes, I will do what I must.”

Anakin watched Obi-Wan ignite his saber, but before doing the same with his own, he dug into the pouch of his belt, reaching in then casting his arm out, throwing at Obi-Wan’s feet the pendant he stripped from your neck at the temple. It was then that Kenobi was broken. Anakin had been the one to try and kill you… Though there were shots of a blaster in your body, he was there, and probably gave the order.

“Though you will choose not to believe me, there is one thing I regret in all of this,” Anakin said, his tone unchanging, and his expression the same.

“What have you done?” Obi-Wan’s furrowed eyebrows and trembling lip hit a nerve with Anakin. If he should be able to cause mass hysteria all over the galaxy, murdering his allies in order to keep his love, then why should Obi-Wan have to suffer by losing his? “She was pregnant, Anakin!”

If just for a second, Anakin was himself again, and felt overwhelmed. You were in Padme’s position, but you never even had a chance. You were probably scared and alone when you died, and knowing that your unborn child was going to die with you was probably agonizing.

Obi-Wan didn’t even think before he used the past tense ‘was’, and now that he had, it became real… your future that you both had planned out, was completely gone. Everything he’d ever wanted would now be lost at the hands of his former apprentice, but he would pay the price for it, not Anakin.

“What you have done cannot be undone, I fear there is no resolve left but to destroy the Sith.”

“You will try…”

Within an instant, sabers were clashing, and the battle had begun, the fight between good and evil which would determine the fate of the galaxy.

-

You woke up to bright lights, and though it was sudden, you scanned the room quickly. You were not in the temple, you were in an infirmary, republic made by the looks of it. Perhaps a diplomatic chip for long off-world journey. You were numb from the waist down, unable to move, or even feel the lower parts of your body.

You were alive, and given the two heartbeats on the monitor, so was the life inside you. You tried to find Obi-Wan, but he wasn’t in the room, surely he was the one who brought you here, wasn’t he?

Branching out your presence, you met a familiar one in the room beside you, Padme… but-

No. Oh no, this can’t be happening. She was dying.

Her life force was fading away, and you were unsure of how or why this was happening. She was perfectly fine when you left her, but since you never came back… Could this be your fault? Had she gone to look for you and Anakin?

The parts of your body that you could feel started to become numb, but now by any medication they were feeding you through the many tubes and wires connected to you… you had already felt the numb sting of loss in the last twenty four hours, and new it was coming again. This probably wouldn’t be the end, either. Whatever you had done in your life to deserve all this pain and suffering, you did not know, but the force around you kept giving you endless tests that were weakening your spirit, along with your body.

You called out for Obi-Wan, using your connection to simply put a few simple words into his head, but he heard them loud and clear, excusing himself to go find you.

When he entered the door, coming to sit by you, you sighed out. He looked worse for wear, and had little burn marks all over his robes.

“You’re awake,” he smiled softly, kissing the side of your head and keeping himself close to you. He had seen you when he first arrived, and you looked utterly dead, despite your vitals still continuing.

“Obi,” you weren’t even sure how to say it, but you needed to. “You need to go to Padme, I feel her, she’s dying.”

“I know,” he said with a scorn expression, dropping his face to the ground and wishing that it weren’t so. Only a day ago, everything had been fine, what the hell happened that now you were almost killed by you best friend, and his wife was dying unexpectedly. “They are prepping her for a procedure to save the children.”

“Children?” You twisted your face into a confused stare, and he moved to explain it to you.

“She’s been carrying twins.”

All this time, and you didn’t think to sense the life force of the child, knowing she was pregnant. You could have told her days ago, when none of this had happened. You were unsure how you had missed it every time.

“Go to her, Obi. She won’t last long,” you knew he wasn’t as in tune with her presence as you were, for you always felt everyone’s life force so deeply. Consulars are the force made living, and you were no exception. You were crying at this point, and there was no way to soothe you. He nodded to your words, and stood up, reaching for your hand to squeeze it before he took his leave.

You began to sob to yourself when he left, loud and uncontrollable. No one was around to hear it anymore, so you saw no need in holding it back.

You could feel her pain, of losing her husband, of losing her life, and not being strong enough to keep going for her children. She wanted to, but an unforeseen force was drawing her life away, and it could not be stopped.

You waited, and waited, the process of her birth taking more time than usual, because she did not have the strength to push as she should. It was a horrid labour, and when it was over, you felt an immense peace, but only for a second, as right after that, the smallest bit of spirit she had been hanging onto, let her for good.

Padme, the former Queen of Naboo, and Senator of the galactic republic, had painfully succumbed to death.

You screamed out in pain, and this time, a medical aid, as well as a droid came rushing into your room to see what the problem was.

You monitors were going crazy, and as they tried to stabilize you, it seemed the problems that were quickly stemming from your physical form were being caused by your mental state. They gave you a sedative, lowering an oxygen mask over your face to keep you breathing properly until they could figure out what was wrong. The two heartbeats shown on the screen were fluctuating by the minute, raising and lowering against the other, as if taking turns trying to find a steady rhythm, but failing.

The droid stayed to help you, and the aid left to find Kenobi, who had warned him to come and retrieve him should anything change with you.

Obi-Wan didn’t like what he saw when he rushed back into the room, as you were again unconscious, and there was a mask on your face. The loud beeping coming from beside him made him fear the worst, and he ran to your other side, trying to feel you through the force, and find your signature. He held onto it tightly, as if keeping it from leaving you, though it wasn’t really trying, there was something wrong.

“What’s happened?!”

The droid was able to even the monitor, but he didn’t know how long it would last. His programming told him that the situation was impossible, but it was happening sure enough.

“It appears her emotional stress has affected her body’s ability to support the fetus. It’s causing her to miscarry,” the words were Obi-Wan’s detriment, but he listened on, as the droid had more to say. “Though it should be impossible, the fetus seems to be… fighting back. It’s drawing her life force to try and survive, but if it succeeds, they will both die within the next few minutes.”

He didn’t know what to do… what could he do? He didn’t want to lose either of you, but what choices did he have?

“What can be done to save her?” He questioned, awaiting impatiently for the droid to answer him.

“If we terminate the fetus, now, she will recover.”

It was killing you, he told himself. It wasn’t going to live either way, but you could still be saved, and you could recover. There may be down the road another opportunity, however small, for another child to enter your lives, but this one was going to take you away from him and he couldn’t let it. It had been three years, seven months, and eighteen days since he realized he loved you, and could not live without you. It was then he decided he was always going to make the choices that would save you, even if you didn’t like it. He was always going to do whatever was necessary to keep you alive and by his side… if he didn’t, he would be in pain and misery for the rest of his short life, which would end far sooner without you in it.

“Do what you must,” he said, closing his eyes in defeat. He was depressed beyond measure, as he sat down in the chair and held your hand, keeping his fore head against the side of yours to keep him in even a semblance of calm while they continued with the procedure.

Though it sounded rather grim, he was so thankful that a procedure like this existed, that he may keep his little one, that she may live a long life by his side and in his heart.

-

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JJK Boys getting accidentally flashed by their Girlfriend

Characters: Megumi, Itadori, Yuta, Noritoshi, Nanami, Toji, Naoya, Geto, Gojo, and Sukuna

Warnings: Implied 'nudity' cause, y'know, getting flashed. Naoya + Sukuna, Yuta’s turned out very detailed and warning for his cause curses are gross, mentions of injuries/implied blood, Noritoshi’s is eXTREMEly self-indulgent, allusion to sex in Toji’s and Sukuna’s but nothing explicit or suggestive (obviously), you guys are married in Toji’s, Naoya’s and Sukuna’s. Kids in Naoya’s, cursing in Sukuna's but I 'censored' it :)

**I write Naoya and Sukuna with some necessary changes, please hold your judgement☺ These are long but give it a chance-**

Fushiguro Megumi:

Due to his job as a student/Jujutsu Sorcerer, Megumi was usually pretty tired when you guys got to hang out.

So, the first thing you guys typically did when you met up after school was nap for a good hour or two.

Which worked out well for both of you since he finally got some rest and you got cuddles and a chance to play with his hair.

On this particular afternoon, Megumi had basically crashed the minute he hit the bed, you not far behind to lay on his chest while he zonked out on his back.

It had been just about 2 hours when he woke up, one hand going up to rub his eyes while his other arm wrapped around you to hold you tight.

You smiled when you felt him moving, turning ever so slightly to give him a small peck on his shoulder.

He smiled and turned to look at you, only to see that while he was sleeping you had changed into a loose tank top. A loose tank top that had...shifted, to give your boyfriend a view you had not intended to give him.

He was so flustered he didn’t realize how red the tips of his ears had gotten and how wide his eyes had gotten, not to mention the fact he hadn’t said a word.

Thinking he had fallen back asleep, you looked up only to see your boyfriend seemingly stuck in time as he looked at something.

Following his gaze you gasped, rushing to fix your shirt.

That seemed to snap Megumi out of his daze, that and your non-menacing ‘pervert’ you muttered, it’s not like you really cared (you were more embarrassed than anything) but the opportunity to tease was much too good to pass up.

“I- hEy! It wasn’t on purpose! You’re the one that flashed me…”

“I don’t know Megumi...you were awfully quiet for awhile there, didn’t even warn me😔”

You may or may not have gotten hit with a pillow following that remark.

Itadori Yuji:

You and your boyfriend Yuji were celebrating your two year anniversary, and this year you had both decided on going to an amusement park!

It was a pretty hot day, and you’d be walking a lot so you decided on a cute loose t-shirt and shorts and some walking shoes.

You guys had just gotten on this rollercoaster, and from the looks of it this one was going to be fast.

The ticking as you went up the first and very tall hill did nothing to quell the excitement/fear you were feeling, and it also did nothing to keep you from taking your boyfriends hand in yours.

After that first drop, it wasn’t too bad! But it was definitely on the faster side.

You guys were almost done, the end was in sight.

You turned to ask Yuji what ride you should do next when one sharp turn caught you off guard and flipped your shirt up into your face.

Right when Yuji had just so happened to have turned to talk to you.

Trying to ignore the utter shame you felt you tried to fix your shirt, your boyfriend then leaned over you to stop anyone from getting a peak as the car pulled back to the start.

You felt so embarrassed after it, but when you tried to apologize he just shook his head, gave you a kiss on your cheek and grabbed your hand to drag you off to the next ride.

Okkotsu Yuta:

**Unlike the others, this happened before the two of you started dating, you were still just really good friends**

You and Yuta had been sent out on a mission together.

You were a little nervous since it would be your first time going against a special grade, but you were confident you’d be able to do your part. Plus, having Yuta there was helpful in more ways than just his power.

The fight was a tough one, this curse you guys were fighting kept breaking the ground and shooting debris everywhere, it was easily blockable and it really wasn’t that dangerous.

But it did prove irritating.

Along with making tears everywhere in your jacket and skirt, you had been left with no choice but to kill the curse when it was up close and personal, so you were also covered in gross stuff.

To keep yourself from throwing up then and there, you unbuttoned your top and shrugged it off your shoulders, wincing at the cuts that had amassed during the fight.

You planned to quickly exchange it with the spare you kept in your bag, the debris had caused a bunch of dust which was acting like a curtain to shield your half-naked self from the eyes of the world.

But most importantly, from the eyes of your crush.

Unfortunately for you, your bag had gotten caught under a somewhat heavy piece of concrete.

Which would be no problem for you to lift if you hadn’t run through a fair amount of your cursed energy.

In your exhaustion, you must have made your struggle known with the grunts and obvious sounds of struggle you were making.

Yuta, who had a radar for you on anyway, heard this and started making his way over to you since he’s a considerate lad and you could be hurt!

You had just gotten it off the ground when it finally shifted enough for you to get your bag out, and you, being ever so coordinated, stumbled backwards.

Right into the open arms of Yuta, who immediately went red when he realized you were no longer wearing a shirt.

His jaw dropped as he tried to form a sentence, say something, anything to make sure you knew it was an accident.

Poor guy was so scared you thought he was a creep, he couldn’t look you in the eyes for almost 3 days.

That is until Maki locked you both in a room until one of you confessed💖

Kamo Noritoshi:

(This one may or may not be self-indulgent since I’m a clutz-)

You and Noritoshi had been sent to get something from the principal’s office by Utahime.

You were walking in front of him, paying little to no attention as to where you were walking as Noritoshi lost years off his life watching you stumble and almost trip.

So, okay, maybe you were a little bit clumsy, so what?

“Y/n, would you please be more careful? You’re going to fall.”

You turned your head to look at your boyfriend with an unimpressed look on your face, continuing to walk as he was even more on edge now that you definitely weren’t looking where you were going.

“Have a little faith in me, would you? I’m not that clumsy-” Just then, your foot caught a root perfectly, resulting in an untimely fall to the ground.

Which, thanks to years of falling face-first, you were more than prepared for.

Noritoshi, who felt his heart stop, quickly went to aid you, only to realize that your skirt had shifted with your fall, leaving you partly exposed to the world.

Partly exposed to him.

He quickly made his way to your side, helping you up as you laughed and dusted yourself off, noting the quietness of your boyfriend.

Usually when this happened, and he was quiet, you’d be in for a lecture.

But this time you noticed he was quiet...but he was also blushing.

You guys continued walking, you definitely weren’t complaining about not being told off, but you weren’t a fan of his silence. And...since when did Mr. Blood manipulation blush…?

“No lecture today?”

Noritoshi, who had been very deep in thought almost jumped at your voice, huffing as he tilted his head downward and picked up his pace a little.

“No tights today?”

You stopped at that because...he typically didn’t care what you wore, he was actually pretty laid-back except when it came to your safety.

“It’s August...so no?”

“Then i’d recommend you be a little more careful, had it been somebody else walking behind you, they would have seen something they shouldn’t have.” Your eyes narrowed at his words because...what was he talking about??

Sensing your confusion he turned towards you, eyes cracked open and a small smirk on his face. Leaning in close, he whispered.

“When you fell, your skirt lifted.”

And proceeded to walk ahead and into the principal’s office, leaving you in a whirlwind of emotions with no idea how to process them.

Nanami Kento:

You were over at Nanami’s place, in his kitchen cooking dinner with him.

You guys didn’t get to have dates often, but thankfully you guys both had tonight free. And seeing as you both have been busy, a home-date sounded nice to both of you.

Nanami was working on opening a bottle of wine while you were fiddling with the stove top.

Nanami had recently moved into this apartment, and it was really nice. But the oven was much different from yours, so it was taking awhile for you to get used to it.

You had finally gotten it on and you put the frying pan on the burner to heat up.

You turned your back to it and leaned against the nearby counter, appreciating the view you had of your boyfriend’s back and biceps.

It was safe to say you were distracted.

So distracted, that you didn’t notice that the shirt you were wearing had been just close enough to the burner that it had caught on fire.

You felt your hip getting a little warm, so you looked down and gasped when you saw that you were literally catching on fire.

You scrambled to rip the shirt off you, throwing it in the thankfully empty sink as you turned the water on, successfully avoiding a major problem and any serious injuries.

Shaking your head, you turned to your lover with an apology ready on your lips, only when you met his eyes, he quickly turned around.

Clearing his throat, he returned to his previous task of cutting the vegetables while he instead nodded his head towards his room.

“You can wear one of my shirts, they’re in the second drawer.” You nodded and made your way into his room, shaking your head to try and rid yourself from any further embarrassment and cool down your overheating face and neck.

Little did you know, Nanami was trying to cool down the burning red on his own face, as well as trying to focus on the vegetables.

Fushiguro Toji:

**In this you two are married and you’re Megumi’s momma**

You guys had recently adopted a cat from a nearby shelter, Toji didn’t want a cat, but between the puppy eyes of not only his young son but his wife, he was never walking out of the shelter without one.

Only, you didn’t walk out with one, since the cat Megumi chose was a female, and pregnant.

So now you guys have 4 cats.

Your kittens were older now, just about 4 months. So you and Megumi would let them out during the day (supervised and with their momma of course) and bring them back in at night. Toji didn’t really care what you did with them since they made you both happy (and it kept you both occupied-).

Toji had come home from a particularly grueling day at work, his shoulders were stiff and he had a small headache, and all he really wanted was to drag you to the bed so he could sleep on top of you while you ran your fingers through his hair and he could finally get some decent sleep.

Does he get that? No.

What he does get is you and Megumi yelling up the tree in front of your house for “Cat! Come down from the tree!” ‘Cat’ was the name of the kitten you and Megumi had forced Toji to name since ‘he had to have one too’, even though it was really just so he had no choice but to let you two keep them all.

Sighing he walked over to you both, ruffling Megumi’s hair and giving you a kiss before he stuck his hands in his pockets and asked the question he didn’t want, or need, the answer to.

“*sigh* what happened?”

Frowning, you looked back to the tree and pointed, revealing the small kitten who had managed to get herself, or himself he couldn’t remember, stuck on one of the lower branches.

“Well, he’ll come down eventually.”

You smacked his arm as Megumi’s eyebrows pinched together, little arms crossing in front of his chest, “It’s a she, daddy. And she’s just a baby! You have to get her down!”

Groaning he brought a hand up to rub his eyes, “There’s no way i’m getting up that tree, I’m way too big, and daddy’s tired”

Pouting, Megumi stood in front of his dad (Let’s say Megumi is 3~), little hands tugging on his pants leg, a little “please daddy?” coming from his trembling lips.

“No, daddy’s right, he’s too old to get in the tree,” You smirked at the glare you got from your husband, “But, if daddy helps me, I can get in the tree.”

So, that’s how you ended up in a tree, gently handing ‘Cat’ down to your husband, who quickly passed her down to Megumi, and found yourself struggling to get down.

You and Megumi had been out and about earlier, and you were wearing a comfortable dress that day, so being in a tree was less than ideal.

With the promise of Toji catching you, you jumped, not expecting the wind to carry your dress, and unintentionally giving your husband a show. Luckily, your son was much more interested in the kitten.

You felt your face heat up as you quickly fixed your dress, your husband just laughed with a ‘nothin’ I haven’t seen before babe’ which was quickly followed by an ‘ow!’ when you smacked him. </3

Zen'in Naoya:

You and Naoya were preparing to have dinner together.

He was sat at the table, finishing up some paperwork while you finished up the food.

Your 2 children, your 5 year old son and 3 year old daughter, were also sat at the table. Your children both telling their father about their days while he listened. (I know he’s literally awful, but if I can pretend Toji isn’t an awful father, I can pretend Naoya isn’t an awful person✌😌)

“And then, Momma told the guy off! It was awesome daddy!” Naoya raised his eyebrow with the smallest hint of a smile tugging the corner of his lip up. “Oh? Did he start crying too?” You gave your husband ‘a look’ while you walked to the table, setting the first dish down on the table before you turned to get another.

Your son giggled, “Like a baby!” Naoya chuckled, shaking his head as he took a sip of water.

He couldn’t help but think back to your younger days, specifically the day the two of you met when you told him off, the day you changed him, and finally the day you made him cry as you walked towards him down the aisle.

“I bet, Your mother has a habit of making men cry.” You sternly called his name from the kitchen as he snickered, your kids breaking out into their own fits of giggles.

You walked back into the dining room carrying in the last dish, shaking your head as you lightly bumped him with your hip as you passed him, him lightly patting your butt as you walked by. “Stop feeding my kids lies.”

He just smirked as he lifted his glass to his lips, he was in the middle of taking a sip when you bent down to place the dish on the table, your shirt dipping low to the point your chest was on show, giving your husband an, albeit welcome, unintentional view.

Choking on his drink, he set the cup down in favor of beating his chest with his fist, you coming over to rub his back, your children looking over in confusion cause...what the heck dad, that was weird.

“What happened? Do I need to get you a sippy cup?” Glaring at you he was finally able to stop coughing, you patting his back as you went back to your seat and sat down.

You raised an eyebrow at him, since he had still yet to tell you why he had suddenly choked on his water. But it was then you noticed just how red his face was, and how low his gaze was.

Looking down and realizing your shirt had drifted down, you fixed it and smirked, struggling to hold in the laughs and snorts that were sure to explode out of you.

Even after almost a decade of marriage, it was good to know you could still make your husband blush like a teenage boy.

Geto Suguru:

You and Geto had gone out on a date!

It was a nicer place, so you were wearing a cute spaghetti strapped dress with some nice shoes, and he was wearing a button down with slacks (sleeves rolled up to his forearms of course🥵).

You had just finished dinner and were now on the walk home.

All night you had been paranoid about your dress, you had gotten it when you and a friend had gone thrift shopping. It was honestly in pretty good condition, the only problem was that the dress’ straps had a good amount of wear on them, so the straps weren’t really that great, and you could feel them loosening as the night went on.

BUT, you were going home now, so it really didn’t matter much anymore.

Geto was lightly swinging your hands between you both as you told him the recent drama you had learned at work.

You were holding your uncomfortable shoes in one hand, and obviously Geto’s hand in the other, so your hands were occupied.

“You would not believe how messy that got. In case you ever think about cheating on me, just remember that man’s gonna be finding glitter in his car for at least a few decades.” Geto laughed as he shook his head, nudging your shoulder with his, “Good thing we don’t have to worry about that, I’m not dumb enough to cheat on my crazy girlfriend.” You made a ‘hmph’ sound and nodded, “Crazy for you~” and laughed when he shook his head.

You guys kept walking, discussing whatever topics came up.

You were almost home, so close to freedom. You called Geto’s name, about to tell him something you had remembered, when you both heard a faint *snap*.

Guided by the rush of cold air you felt hit your chest, you looked down and gasped, you would’ve been quicker to cover yourself except for the fact that both of your hands were occupied.

Working quickly because...you both were still in public, Geto let go of your hand and shrugged his jacket off, draping it around you and grabbing ahold of your hand when you were covered.

You apologized for flashing him and he shook his head, obviously it wasn’t your fault and it’s not like he was complaining.

Gojo Satoru:

Due to a particularly bad run in with a cursed spirit, your usual uniform was trashed, so you had to wear your backup uniform, which also ran small.

All day, you had been fighting with your skirt. It was too tight and too short, and was providing you with a substantial amount of stress.

It was lunch, you were half way through the school day, half a day away from going home and getting to wear your sweatpants.

“Oh Y/n~” Half a day from getting rid of the walking headache you called your co-worker.

Sighing, you stopped from where you were walking in the hallway, turning to face him you raised an eyebrow. “Yes Satoru?”

So, yes, you were ‘co-workers’ and yes, you were technically just friends.

But there was also a painful amount of mutual pining and tension that hung between you two.

“Hey, hey, what’s with the attitude? You’ve been like this all day, it’s gonna start hurting my feelings.” You grimaced as you once again adjusted your skirt, “Yeah, well, you’d be a little irritated if you had to keep fixing your skirt every 2 seconds.”

Gojo hummed, “I can imagine, so, care to join me for lunch?” You replied with a ‘sure’, and the two of you made your way to the teacher’s lounge, side by side.

You walked to the fridge and pulled out your lunch, Gojo not far behind you and you both did the necessary prep you needed for your food.

Gojo finished just barely before you, and was already sitting on one of the couches, happily digging into his food.

Once the microwave stopped you pulled your food out and started walking over to the couch.

You sat down, carefully, and began to eat your lunch.

Despite causing you mass amounts of pain and most likely a gray hair or 2, you thoroughly enjoyed spending time with Gojo, I mean, you were kinda in love with him.

“Ah, Satoru, Y/n, just the two I needed to see.” Gojo’s (likely inaccurate) account of his latest mission came to a pause when Principal Yaga walked in.

He had some information about a mission the 2 of you would be going on in 3 days. Apparently this one would be an undercover mission, and a few days.

During the conversation, Gojo (who tries to always have one of his six eyes on you at all times), had noticed your skirt riding up, and seeing as he liked you, the last thing he wanted was for you to embarrass yourself in front of you guys’s boss.

Keep in mind, it’s not like Gojo was having a great time either, you were sitting right in front of him, but it’s not like he could interrupt the principal and loudly announce you were about to expose yourself.

Thankfully, Kusakabe walked in at that moment, stealing just enough of his time for Gojo to catch your attention (like he didn’t already have it🙄) to mouth ‘Your skirt’ while he made a subtle tugging motion with his hand, going back to like nothing happened and stealing the attention of the men while you fixed your skirt.

That mission may or may not have preceded your first date with him.

Sukuna Ryomen:

You and Sukuna would be going on a date tonight, and you had spent the last half hour or so getting ready.

Your hair and make up was done, you had showered earlier, and all you had left to do was get dressed.

You had gotten dressed in your underwear when your mom had called.

You didn’t get to speak to you often and it had been awhile since you had talked, so you spent a good amount of time catching up and filling each other in on the things you had missed.

It had been about 15 minutes, you were sitting down at your vanity, pants on but still no shirt (hey man, a distraction is a distraction, let me have this i’m tired-).

You were so caught up in your phone call you hadn’t noticed that Sukuna had walked into your shared apartment.

He called out to you, but you didn’t answer. He would’ve been more worried than irritated if he didn’t hear you talking on what he presumed to be the phone.

If he knew you weren’t ready yet, he would’ve knocked, but seeing as you were on the phone, the last thing he expected when he opened your bedroom door was to see you half-naked sitting on your vanity stool like this kind of thing was normal.

“Sh*t. Warn a guy, will you? I’m not complaining but you near gave me a heart attack.” You screeched as you almost threw your phone, apologizing to your mom, you glared at Sukuna as he gave you a look that tip-toed between amusement and bewilderment.

“What, it’s not like I haven’t seen your-” You threw your pillow at him before he could finish his sentence, with your mom of all people listening to your conversation.

You two might have been married, but the last thing you needed was your mom pestering you about grandchildren again.

In case you’re wondering, he was laughing the whole time as you beat him with said pillow for saying those kind of things to your mother.

[skyeet-the-writer]

The Love Among Us

Chapter 1-- I’d Never Snitch On Daddy

so i haven’t seen many corpse husband x reader stories on here, so i decided to upload one myself. i’ve been watching jacksepticeye’s among us videos and when i heard corpse talk for the first time, i was like, “hol up” and now i’ve been obsessed with him. also, go stream his music on spotify, it’s amazing. enjoy! x. 

 corpse husband x female!reader

summary: while playing among us, y/n watches corpse kill felix in o2. when his body is reported, however, she doesn’t tell who killed him. 

 word count: ~3.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of death (not real death), mentions of murder (not real murder)

EDIT: before i wrote this and after i published it, i did not know that corpse did not like to be referred to as “daddy”. had i known this, i would have not even thought of posting this. and since i know now, i won’t refer to him as such in the future. thank you. (10/19/2020)

EDIT 2: this is the first part to my corpse x reader series. i will be adding chapters as we go!

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4 rounds before the incident

“I was in coms with PJ!” Sean exclaims. 

“He is doing the liar voice!” Felix shouts with a laugh. 

“I’m not,” Sean tries to say, but everyone talks over him and the voting time ends. Everyone left alive, though it was only four people, had all voted for him and he yells at them as he gets ejected. 

stinky was not the imposter

2 imposters remain

The round ends and everyone unmutes themselves. 

“Lizzie, you saw Felix kill me and you did nothing!” Roomie yells as soon as the round ends and the imposters are revealed. 

“Yeah, because I was the other imposter.”

“Oh. Okay, well that makes sense.”

Everyone laughs and Ken starts the round again. 

“Wait, can I invite y/n to play? She’s doing her twenty-four-hour stream and she just finished playing Monopoly with Mark, Bob, and Wade,” says Lizzie, looking down at her phone as they all appear back in the waiting room. 

“Yes,” Corpse blurts out and there are a few laughs and chuckles. 

“You were quick to answer, Corpse,” Sean teases. 

“Shut up,” Corpse mumbles and there are even more laughs. 

Lizzie smiles and taps into her phone. “I’m gonna invite her.”

~

“I can’t believe that you actually made that deal, y/n,” Wade is telling you after ending the second round of Monopoly that you’ve played with them. 

You smile and cross your legs on your chair. “Look, I was going bankrupt and it seemed good at the time. Besides, Mark was going to win anyway, he owned half of the board.” Your phone buzzes beside you on your desk and you pick it up. “Lizzie texted me.” There’s a sound effect that plays in your headset and you look up at your screen and smile. “Thanks to _lorieplays _for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot. Thank you so much.”

“Do you want to play another round?” Marks asks. 

You shake your head, reading the text from your friend in England. “No, I don’t want to lose to you again.” You laugh. “Nah, Lizzie wants me to play Among Us with her and a few others. It was fun playing with you guys.”

“It was even though you took all of my money,” Bob snaps. 

You laugh. “Yeah, yeah. See you guys later.”

“Bye,” says Mark.

“See y--” Wade begins but you cut him off when you disconnect from the call. 

“Oops.” You put a hand over your mouth and laugh. “Sorry, Wade. Okay.” You straighten up and glance over everything, making sure it’s all working properly. “I have to pee and I think my roommate ordered pizza, so we’ll be back after this short break. Enjoy this live feed of my pet rats.” You giggle and switch the stream over to a view of your two rats in their cage where you have a camera set up. You take your headset off and head out of your recording room. 

Every two months, you have a twenty-four-hour livestream where you play games with your friends from all around the world. Despite being only twenty-five, your Youtube channel had grown exponentially in the past three years and you’ve had the chance to meet lots of other Youtubers like Markiplier, PewDiePie, and your close friend, LDShadowLady. 

Currently, you’re on hour twenty of twenty-four and you’re beginning to feel the effects of not sleeping for a whole day. You had been drinking coffee and energy drinks for the past four hours and that seemed to perk you up for two hours max. But your roommate had ordered pizza and that would hopefully wake you up. 

After going to the bathroom and grabbing an entire box of pizza, you return to your recording room and sit down. You put your headset back on and eat a slice of pizza before switching the views back to you. “And we’re back. I hope you guys enjoyed my rats because I don’t. They keep me up at night.”

You read a comment while loading up Among Us and laugh. “No, they’re not dead. They’re sleeping. They do that a lot when they’re not fighting.” 

When you finally get into the game and entire the code, you spawn in. You also quickly join the Discord chat and wince when nearly ten voices hit you at once. 

“y/n!” exclaims Lizzie and the other voices die down for a moment before rising to greet you. 

You wince again but laugh. “Jesus, you guys are loud. Hey, Lizzie.” You move your character to the customize tab and go to try and switch your color. But then you frown and realize that you’re stuck with being dark blue. “Damn, I wanted to be white.”

“Do you want to switch?” Corpse asks. 

Your eyes widen you your stomach flips. You hadn’t noticed Corpse was in this game. Immediately, your chat became flooded with keyboard smashing and lots of “omg my shipp” and “y/n rlly said ‘anna oop-’” 

“Uh, yeah, if you don’t mind,” you manage to stutter out and take a bite of pizza as Corpse’s player comes over and the white option becomes available. You select it and also select the goggles in the hats menu. 

“How’s your stream going?” asks Sean. 

You shrug. “Pretty good. I’m super tired, though. I literally almost fell asleep while playing Monopoly with Mark, Wade, and Bob.”

“You went to college, right?” You’re pretty sure that’s Roomie. 

“Yep,” you affirm with a nod even though they can’t see you. “You’d think that those all-nighters writing papers and studying for finals would make me able to do this.”

There’s a laugh in the group and the round starts.

3 rounds before the incident

You scratch your eyebrow and sigh in relief when you’re the crewmate. You mute yourself and slide up in your chair. 

“I like being the crewmate,” you say, heading towards admin as a habit. “It’s a lot less stressful than being imposter.”

After doing your tasks in admin and fueling the engines, you stumble across a dead body in the lower engine and a vent closing. 

“Oh,” you say, and press the report button. You unmute yourself and begin with, “So I saw a vent close but I didn’t see who went in.”

“Who died?” asks Lizzie. 

“Felix,” says Sean. 

You smirk. “It’s always yellow that dies first.”

“Where was the body?” Ken asks. 

“Lower engine,” you reply. 

“I was in medbay with Corpse doing the scan so it wasn’t him,” PJ says and Corpse makes a noise of confirmation. 

This makes your cheeks heat up and you smack a hand over your mouth. Your chat explodes again but you decide to ignore it. 

“And I was doing wires in cafeteria,” Lizzie says. 

“Sean, where were you?” 

“I was in reactor doing the simon says thing,” he answers. 

You sigh. “I hate that one. What about you, Ken?”

“I was with Roomie in electrical doing the power thing. You know, the one where you have to divert it somewhere else.”

“So do we skip then?” asks Lizzie. 

“No one is super sus, so I’m going to skip,” you answer. 

When no one is ejected, you mute yourself again. “I dunno why, but Sean seems pretty sus. Because I didn’t see him on the way down from upper engine. But I guess he could have gotten there in time.” You shrug and run over to the trash chute in the cafeteria. “RIP to Felix, though.”

After doing the trash there, you head down to storage, running into Corpse doing the wires in there. You wait there to clear him and once you do, you run a few circles around him to get his attention and he follows you over to the trash in storage and watches you do that. After that, the two of you head over to electric together and do wires there. 

Suddenly, there’s a body reported and you unmute yourself. 

“Sean just killed Lizzie in front of me!” exclaims PJ. 

“PJ killed Lizzie,” Sean retorts, flipping the blame. “I watched it, he didn’t realize I was there and murdered her.”

“I watched PJ do the scan in medbay, he’s cleared,” Corpse says and you find yourself smiling for no reason. “Sean, you killed Lizzie.”

“I knew he was sus,” you say, grabbing another piece of pizza. You look at the box and your eyes widen. Had you really already eaten half of it?

“Wait wait, how am I sus?” Sean asks. 

You take a moment to swallow. “Because when I was doing fuel earlier, I was running down from upper engine and didn’t see you in reactor. Sure, maybe you could have gotten there earlier, but it was super weird.” 

The discussion time ends and PJ immediately goes to vote for Sean as well as you, Corpse, and everyone else still alive. Sean ends up getting ejected. 

stinky was an imposter 

1 imposter remains

“You’re such a detective, y/n,” Sean says when he gets ejected. 

You laugh. “I just play this game too much.” You then mute yourself and smile. “I am a genius.” 

You end up finishing your tasks quickly after that and then stand in the cafeteria and eat another piece of pizza and read some of the chat. 

“’ What am I going to do after this?’ I don’t know. I might play some Minecraft. Should I have a poll on Twitter? I’m stuck between public Among Us games, Minecraft, and taking random quizzes on Buzzfeed.” You smile and hear another sound effect and something pops up on the screen. “Thank you to coochie man for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot.” You laugh at their name. “I love your name, by the way.” 

There’s some rattling in the cage behind you and you turn around to see one of your rats drinking water. You turn back to the chat and read another comment. “’ Do you have a crush on Corpse?’” You blush and smile, biting your lip. “I mean, his voice is hot. I’ve never met him since he lives in San Diego and I live in h/t, but yeah, I guess I do. I’ve been listening to his music for the past few days and it’s really good, you guys should go check it out.”

You look up and unmute yourself when a body is reported. “Who died?” you ask. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Are you already done with your tasks, y/n?” Corpse asks. 

God, even the way he says your name is making you blush. “Yeah, I get them done quick.”

“She does that,” says Lizzie, “She always gets her tasks done quick.”

“Ken is dead by the way,” says Roomie and your snort, smacking a hand over your mouth. “I found him in the hallway by navigation. Where was everyone else?”

“I was in cafeteria doing nothing,” you say, leaning back in your chair and spinning around just a little. “I think I saw PJ downloading while I was in there, but I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Yeah, I was downloading,” says Ken. 

After more discussion, Corpse points out that Jaiden had been following him and it looked like she had been faking tasks. 

“No I haven’t,” she says. 

“That sounds like something the imposter would say,” you hum with a smirk. “That’s pretty sus, Jaiden.”

Everyone else agrees and you all end up voting Jaiden out. 

jaiden was the imposter

0 imposters remain

You cheer as the round ends and a blue victory screen pops up for the crewmates. “Good game, guys,” you say and play again, waiting for the host. 

~

1 round before the incident 

“Oh my god, I’m imposter again?” you groan and sigh when you spawn back in. “I was just imposter, I don’t want to be it again. I’m so bad at it,”

After another short round of you and Felix losing to the crewmates, you all agreed to play two more rounds before Sean had to leave. So you move your character to admin where PJ is and fake the card swipe before moving over to the admin security thing where you could see who was around where. Luckily, no one appeared to be near admin, so you quickly kill PJ and escape through the vent and come out through medbay. 

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you whisper over and over, running down to storage. “That was clean.” You fake getting fuel and go back up to the upper engine. 

When PJ’s body is reported, you see that your fellow imposter, Sean, had reported it. You stay silent for most of the round and only say that you were in the fuel area when it was reported. 

“Yeah, I saw her run past electrical earlier,” Corpse says. You blush and glance at your exploding chat and shake your head. 

After everyone skips the round, you mute yourself once more and head towards navigation. “I hate this.” You drag the last syllable and watch Lizzie enter the room. You wait a moment before walking towards her and killing her, jumping into one of the vents. You let out a sigh and flex your fingers. “I’m so stressed.” You exit out of the vent into shields and your heart stops when you see someone else in there but you realize that it’s the other imposter, Sean, and you relax. 

You run past him and go to the trash compartments and pretend to unload those. And that’s how the rest of the round goes. You kill someone, someone reports it and you vote someone off. Eventually, you and Sean do a double kill and end up winning the round.

You unmute yourself. 

“Let’s go!” Sean exclaims and you smile. 

“I can’t believe you killed me, y/n!” shouts Lizzie. “I thought we were friends.”

You laugh. “There are no friends in this game. I’m not loyal to anyone in this game. You could be my best friend and I would fucking murder you.”

“That’s cold,” says Roomie as everyone else spawns back in. 

“Yeah,” you nod. 

“Wait, PJ disconnected,” says Sean, and you all end up waiting for him to rejoin. 

In that time, you look at your chat and say, “Hey, do you guys have any questions for who I’m playing with. I’m asking you, chat.”

“I swear if someone asks about my hands, I’m leaving,” Corpse says and everyone laughs. 

You laugh louder when you read a comment and read it aloud, “_Ironlady _says that you should be a hand model, Corpse.”

“Okay, I’m leaving,” you hear Corpse say over everyone laughing. 

“No, stay!” you exclaim, trying not to laugh. “C’mon, don’t leave.”

He sighs deeply and your brain goes fuzzy. “Fine. I’ll stay for you.”

You beam and your tummy turns. You ignore the whistles and remarks from everyone else and stand beside Corpse. You suddenly wish that the little bean characters could hold hands. 

When PJ joins the server again, Ken starts the round and you cross your fingers, hoping to get crewmate. 

0 rounds before the incident

You mute yourself and sigh when you’re a crewmate. “Thank god.” You let out a breath and go over to admin with everyone else. You swipe your card and go to the cafeteria to do some wires there. 

The game turns out to be rather uneventful. A few people die and two people are voted off before the game gets truly interesting. And that happens when you walk in on Corpse and Felix. 

“I’ve had this song stuck in my head for days,” you’re saying, walking from electrical over to O2. “And I can’t get it out of my head. Maybe singing it will help.” You hum the first part. “Don't go in there, you'll become one. Freaky creatures, monster party. Eyes of yellow, scales and feathers, tails in tethers. Turn the lights off. Bend the nightmare, you control it. Artful dodger, easy does it. Shut the closet, get under the covers. Snakes and lovers. Turn the lights off.” You do a little dance for a moment and continue hum the song, glancing at the chat as you go towards O2 after doing wires in storage. 

“Like, I know the song, it’s just been stuck in my head,” you explain. “And it kind of annoys me--”

But you stop as you enter O2 and watch Corpse murder Felix. Neither one of you move and you don’t know what to do. “Uhhh.” 

Then, without thinking, you turn straight around and make your way away from the scene of the murder. “I didn’t see anything!” you shout to no one. “I suddenly can’t see who murdered Felix.” You smack a hand over your mouth and stand in the middle of a hallway. “Oh my god, what do I do? I don’t want to snitch on Corpse, he’s hot.” You scratch the back of your neck and shrug, continuing on to reactor. “I didn’t see anything.”

You’re in the middle of doing the simon says in reactor when Felix’s body is reported. You unmute yourself and fidget with the sleeve of your hoodie. You know exactly who killed Felix. 

“--was in O2,” says Jaiden and you focus back into the conversation. “And I didn’t see anyone around.”

“I saw you heading that way, y/n, but I know it wasn’t you because I saw you do the trash in storage.”

You look at the screen when Sean talks to you and you chew your lip. “I know who killed Felix.”

“Who?” asks almost everyone at the same time. 

You close your eyes and swallow. It’s just a game, why are you taking this so seriously? Suddenly, a song lyric pops into your head and your stomach flips. You imagine yourself saying it and no one knows who you mean except for him. 

You open your eyes. “I’d never snitch on daddy.”

There’s a laugh in the chat and you blush fiercely, your livestream chat blowing up once again.

“I think we know who it is, then,” says Sean, laughing. 

“Yeah,” agrees Lizzie and your eyes widen. 

“Wait, what?” you ask, watching everyone vote almost as soon as the discussion time ends. “Wait, hang on, who--”

“We know who you’re talking about, y/n,” PJ tells you. 

You vote for yourself and your brain goes blank as you see that everyone voted for Corpse. He even voted for himself. They knew. They all _knew _about your feelings for Corpse. 

The round ends with Corpse being voted out and the crewmates win. There’s some talking, but you stay on the victory screen. You’re trying to decide if your mad or embarrassed or both. 

“I didn’t know you’d say that, y/n,” Corpse says, effectively breaking you out of your trance. “I thought you were gonna snitch on me.”

“You heard her,” teases Lizzie and you can tell she’s grinning. “She’d never snitch on you, Corpse.”

He laughs and you feel something in a certain place. “Oh my god, I’m gonna die of embarrassment.” You put your face in your hands, listening to your friends tease you in the chat. You suddenly want to jump out your window and run into traffic. 

“Don’t die,” comes Corpse’s voice through the onslaught of teasing. “I’ll be sad.”

“Fuck!” you shout and slam your hand on your desk, shaking your equipment and scaring your rats. “I’m so sorry, Corpse, that was really weird, I--”

“Stop.” He interrupts you and the chat goes silent and you look up at the screen even though you can’t see him. “It’s okay. It was funny.”

Your eyes widen and then narrow. Funny? He thought what you said was funny? How could he think it was funny?

But then he speaks again and he sounds oddly flustered. “Uh, I gotta go. Um, it was fun playing with you guys. Bye, y/n.”

“Bye Cor--” but then he disconnects and you’re left talking to no one. “--pse.”

There’s a long moment of silence until Felix breaks it. “I can’t believe you just watched me die and didn’t do anything about it.”

There are some laughs and you smile faintly, rejoining the game. “Yeah, uh, sorry about that.”

“Are you okay, y/n?” asks Lizzie. 

You blush and swallow. “I don’t know. God, I’m so weird.” You run a hand through your hair and adjust your headphones

“No, you’re not,” Roomie assures you. “He has a crush on you, too.”

Your eyes widen and you scoot up in your chair. “He does?”

“I mean, he called you pretty once during a game and said that he watches your videos a lot, so maybe.”

You groan and sink in your chair. “I’m gonna go, I need to run into traffic now.”

A few people laugh or chuckle and Lizzie asks you if you’re actually going to leave. 

“Yeah,” you tell her. “But not to run into traffic. I’m going to go play Minecraft to soothe myself.”

“Aw.” You can practically hear her frown. “Okay. Bye, y/n.”

“Good luck with your stream,” Ken tells you. 

You grin. “Okay, thanks, bye.”

When you exit the game and leave the chat, you scream. You actually scream and it’s loud. Your roommate even knocks on your door, asking if you’re okay. 

You look at them and nod. “Yeah, totally fine. Probably about to have a mental breakdown, but I’m fine.”

“Okay,” they say and lean on the doorframe. “But I’m not cutting bangs for you again.”

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, okay, fine.” They leave and you turn back to your stream, feeling like you’re about to cry. Corpse knows you have a crush on him. And it seems like he has one on you as well, but now you’re embarrassed because you called him ‘daddy’ on stream.

You rub your eyes. “Well, now I know what’ll be streaming on Twitter tonight,” you tell the chat. 

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Can you do a part two to that volturi kings chess one like where she comes back?

Hello dear 💖 thanks for the request, I didn't expect someone to ask for a part two 😊. Please let me know if you want a part three. I'm happy someone enjoyed one of the fics.

I present part two of:

Volturi kings x chess player reader♟️🧛‍♂️

A game of life ♟️

Part two

You know that feeling you get when you wake up and suddenly your bloody old yeah, that’s me. Although I’m not an old lady thankfully, it’s been 5 years since I touched a chess board more so even played a proper game. I knew from the moment my dreams still haunt me of that day, I was about to die. So, if you’re still wondering if anything’s changed well, we moved and now I have a job, I guess you can call me the crazy cat lady that lives alone in her apartment. I haven’t really seen my parents in a while despite me being very close with them.

The memory of me collapsing in my parents arms was probably the most I’ve ever been relieved. I have no idea where the castle is and even more so it’s not like I want to go back. I would rather do an hour of running then ever meet them again. My luck and wit saved me plus even if I went back, I wonder what would happen. Would they make me a queen? Would they kill me? I don’t know. I was just a simple girl that cared for her family, sometimes I try to picture what power or “gift” as the weirdo put it. Mabey I could fly or shoot lasers out of my eyes, who knows but even if I did, I’m glad I don’t have to kill random people.

I was sleep deprived of course and it was 3 am, I wore a singlet with tracksuit pants, I know fancy right. I was watching videos on my phone when I felt restless, I decided to go for a late-night stroll. I zipped up my parker and went out, it was freezing of course, I walked from my block to the local park. I love it when I set myself in these situations for a murderer to grab me, my mind was zoning out to the sound of my music. I kind of like being alone it’s peaceful and no one talks about useless nonsense. I stopped when I saw something strange, the bush rustled, and I could’ve sworn I saw a blonde-haired kid. “Hey kids, you’re messing with the wrong person, I’m a cop” why I said that I don’t know, trying to scare people off is hard. I rolled my eyes and went off back to my block, my mind was playing tricks on me.

I eventually reached my apartment when suddenly I noticed a letter in my letter box, weirdly I thought it was kind of sketchy to have mail at 3am. I trailed my fingers against the paper picking it up, in that moment my heart dropped, and I fell to the floor in fear. The symbol on that letter, I knew exactly who it was. “Oh god, oh god they’ve found me” I got to my feet and picked up the encased envelope “V” the stamp read covered in crimson wine red. I tore through the paper to receive a note

“Dearest y/n,

How have you been since our last meeting, I must say I miss you terribly and I know we terrified you but my dear we don’t intend to hurt you.

My brothers and I have agreed it would be fair to start over, I must say you’ve fascinated us all. So, it was only fair to rid this feeling of loneliness with an invitation to a ball we are hosting.

If you agree we shall treat you with utter kindness.

Sincerely,

Your kings”

I ripped the piece of paper apart out of rage, did those morons expect me to come back after all I’ve been through. The word “kindesss” sounded so fake it was rather sickening, “When kings will fly” I replied with a hiss. I ran to my apartment hyperventilating, “why couldn’t jus have been handsome knights on horses” I huffed out of breath.

My mind was in a clutter, so I took the time to have a shower and hop into bed sleeping. My mind was adrift when I dreamed about the time, I was in Volterra:

My eyes were widened, no loner did I feel alive but merely dead; my dress was black going below my legs. It dragged along as I wore a crown. They waited for me, their crimson eyes following my movement as they glided up to touch my hands. All three caressed my cheek begging me for their permission to let me in.

Suddenly it was a ball, I was the main attraction as they came up to me each dancing within their own style.

Marcus danced slowly looking distantly into my eyes, his robes dragged along side my dress as we slowly danced in the moonlight.

Caius was the next person he danced somewhat faster; he was certainly more possessive as he gripped my waist as we spun into the moonlight.

Aro was more eager, he was more power hungry then the other two. We looked proper and he was showier than the others, dipping me as he smiled.

Suddenly, we stopped while I stared at all three of them, I felt their hands wrap around my throat as they all tried to claim me by biting into my neck.

I woke up cramping from the side, my neck felt bruised as my shoulders ached. It was only a dream of course, must’ve been that letter. It would’ve made sense but why in all of heavens did this happen now, were they waiting until the time was right. I assumed it was too good to be true and with that I’m finally convinced they won’t leave me alone unless I go.

I packed my things at 6 am along with the crappy sleep, I was going to book a flight to Volterra. I decided to leave my small abode to the devils cave. I wish I had my chess board right now and I wish my parents would just hug me saying everything is going to be alright. “Zombie y/n” my mother would call me mostly because I zoned out on my phone or my chess board. I was a lonely person back then but now it’s rather different, my parents weren’t going to see me again. To be honest I’ve gotten stronger since then if I’ve outsmarted them once before I can certainly do it again.

I kept my chest high, and my eyes set on beating them once again, they won’t kill me “a deals a deal”. Aro will keep to his word, he was rather more rational than Caius. I was certainly confused while dancing with each of them it seemed that Marcus was more sympathetic than the rest, he didn’t seem interested in the idea.

“Mam, can I see your passport” the flight attendant shook my shoulder “huh oh sorry here” I gave her my passport and boarding pass. I need to think if perhaps chess was the reason, I got out then they wouldn’t be stupid to verse me again. The head is tricky if he loses, he will certainly lose his sing song happy persona, even Caius wouldn’t speak against him. I could sense he almost snapped when I won that round, it was like hearing the devil growling at his future bride.

I sat down on the flight and looked out the window rather bored, so I’ll skip the boring details basically caught a taxi drove there and voila I’m at the town. My mind drifted off when I spotted the same beach, five years ago oh gosh. I really was an old lady, mentally of course.

I walked to past the towns people and through the town, it feels all to familiar. I still couldn’t understand Italian, and I’m not bothered to, learning another language takes too much time. I walked down the same path I remembered, the bushes and grass were overgrown; with luck perhaps they’re all dead.

I got a few scratches along the way ugh, I had no band aids, so the blood trickled down my arm and hand. After pushing through mother nature, I could see the castle in the distance, it seemed to have aged. I stared at the old castle, remembering those creepy twins, anyways I had to keep going unfortunately this isn’t one of those stories where I show up in a big ball gown wearing a crown. I was hot, sweaty, and covered in scratches, yep what a Queen I’ve turned out to be.

I’m expecting them to do the casual.

“Welcome to the castle my queen, we have a thousand big black dresses with riches available, you’ll be sleeping in a grand room with your best friend the torture twins, we all take turns revealing our deepest darkest fantasies about you”.

I certainly don’t know why I prefer that at least I won’t be dead. I watched as my hands touch the stone walls, I was out of breath of course. I kept walking around to at least find the front of the entrance but to no avail. I had no doubt that becoming a vampire would be the typical love story that everyone craved. I had a weirder version involving three kings.

“Y/n” a cold voice shouted at me from behind “The masters have been waiting come”. I was stunned, no “hello” or “welcome Frankenstein’s bride”. I replied “hello twiglet” all I got in response was a glare. I kept my mouth shout after that, I forgot she could snap my neck in a simple second.

We walked through the doors to the grand hall, I had a deep feeling in my gut Aro still hated me for beating him at chess. I watched as we made it to the throne room, “they await you in here” the girl stood to the side.

I slowly opened the doors and walked into the room looking like the fanciest princess they had ever seen, one covered in sweat and scratches that is. “Ah look who’s finally returned” Aro immediately noticed me, his voice still gave me shivers. “H-hello” I stuttered obviously afraid “she’s still frightened after all these years” Marcus whispered in a husk. “Even after all you’ve witnessed your still afraid, how fascinating” Aro clasped his hands together invested in the sight before him. “How was your little adventure” I wanted to run, run, and leave this horrible place. “Listen I know what you’ve said before, but I want you to leave me alone for good” I spoke determined however all he did was laugh, he laughed like I was just a dying doe.

“Silly girl, we don’t intent to kill you right dear brothers” he was keeping his cool it was obvious he didn’t want me to win. “You must be famished my dear” he came close to hold my hand “forgive me but your gift, it’s full of power” he was fascinated to see my deepest secrets. “So that’s what you’ve done after you left, settling in and oh…” His face lost his enthusiasm, he frowned at one scene of my memory. He no longer seemed happy more so concerned “is everything alright dear brother” Marcus spoke up seeing this new reaction they had never witnessed before.

“Indeed…” he was stone cold, like he had no longer a smile. I wondered what he saw in my head however his happy persona returned once he let go of me. “What did you see, was the girl plotting to kill us” Caius hissed “no it was…oh don’t worry mortals memories can be quite fiddly”. “You didn’t answer my quest-“ Caius was cut off with a hiss “and as I said everything is PERFECTLY normal do not doubt me brother”. I could see his annoyance, the man nearly snapped it was like if you cross him your bound to die. Caius silenced himself as Marcus looked the other way, he knew better then to speak against him.

“Can I go now, great seeing you” Felix grabbed me from behind “my dear we aren’t done yet” my eyes widened. “You see a ceremony is in order and we can’t have you leave” in that moment I knew exactly what that meant “Get her ready and one of us shall decide whom she shall claim the girl”.

The three walked away as I was dragged out into what looked like a bathroom, I was given a plain black dress why they had it I have no idea. I had no choice, I had to play along although one thing laid in my mind, what did he see that was so concerning. I could tell he was afraid of something all monsters are, even if it may be the most ridiculous thing.

I put my hair into a neater bun while washing all the grime off my face prepared to head into the kings coronation ceremony. I stuttered while trying to think of a way to out smart them when suddenly I remembered, I read this in lemony snicket somewhere.

I was prepared ready to head off to get hitched to the three kings, my mind was determined. I walked out of the bathroom with Felix guarding my every movement of course he was given permission to kill me if things get out of hand. It was me or the law obviously they were going to choose the law.

I watched as they stood there ready for me to turn “Magnifico” with a sly smile. I spoke above them before “wait shouldn’t I sign legal documents before I go through with this, I mean it’s human law” I smiled. They all looked at each other, Aro agreed to the decision he saw it was only fair for a human to have their side.

“Very well dear sign your deed away” I smiled before signing the documents with my left hand. You heard that right my plan was to sign with my left hand so that way it wasn’t in law. However, before I could even touch the paper Felix caught my hand “do you really think I’m a fool dear” he smiled. “You realize I’m not letting you escape; you fell into my trap silly girl” his voice raised with a joyous tempo.

With one movement he rushed towards my side and bent me to the floor as my fears stood correctly. I could feel the jarring pain as he sunk his teeth into my neck “brother this wasn’t the part of the plan” Caius sneered. “Our brother is correct; the girl hasn’t chosen” Marcus whispered, “Oh is that so forgive me my dear” Aro stood up.

I looked at him with tears filling my sockets “still frightened truly a shame” he placed his palm under my cheek. “I will never end up marrying either of you” I spoke firmly. “You will choose my dear or we shall kill you” he whispered with a laugh. With that I was pulled hard somewhere within the tower “You have three days, remember my dear we give no second chances”.

I tried to pull against Felix, but he was strong as the twins stood by merely watching the scene unfold. “We should just kill the girl she is annoying” alec smiled secretly, Jane smiled back at her twin “Indeed”.

Today I just met the cruellest men in the world, I escaped hell only to be brought back once more. I will be married in three days, whom I’m not sure it’s out of my control.

Mum, Dad if you’re hearing this,

I’m sorry.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta 💫

[mxtantrights]

The magic-spy and the bird

the best friends brother trope is in my top 5 tropes. but I've also got a thing for angst. So here we areeeee. enjoy! <3

dick Grayson x f!reader

Jason Todd had asked you specifically to ask his brother out. And he did use the word brother, which you made a point to bring up. He shot it down but still decided to push his message towards you. You should ask Dick out. It wasn’t that simple.

“Jay I don’t think you’ve thought this through.” you said.

He chuckled, “Of course I did. I wouldn’t say it out loud if it wasn’t a well-cooked plan.” 

You made a face at him.

“Okay look, all I'm saying is you’ve got nothing to lose. If anything you're way out of his league.” he said and then gulped down the rest of his beer.

You didn’t like beer and so you worked on a Pina colada. You had done the whole beer thing for years now. As a trained spy it was your go-to for missions at bars. Safe to say you were sick of ales, craft beers and everything in between.

“Ah yes, the magic using spy.” you nodded your head.

Jason nodded along with you. 

“Exactly. Bird brains would eat that up.” he said.

“And when would I tell him that I knew about his secret identity? Before I tell him about mine or after?” you asked. 

Jason sighed and raised his hand for another beer. You rolled your eyes at this. Once he had a thought it was very hard for him to let it go. Especially when it included a thought about people he cared for- no matter how much he claimed the opposite. 

“All Im saying is, you never know until you try.” 

“What are you a fortune cookie?” 

“Fuck off. I’m being serious and I do give great advice you can ask Duke.” 

2 DAYS LATER 

You look at Caliban with bated breath. He had just gotten info on a magic-based rebellion. Work was tight when you rolled with the good guys for too long of a time. You blame that on two men on your life, Jason and Constantine. 

“I’ll put in a good word for you.” he says.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. And any-”

Before you can finish telling Caliban that he can call in a favor from you at anytime your surroundings change. In a flash you go from one of the underworld crime bars to a room you’ve never been in before.

You look around and sure enough you see the culprit. Constantine.

“There she is!” he smiles.

Not only did he summon you, he did so in front of an audience. Circled around him is Gotham’s crime fighting family. All of them except Jason, Cass and Duke. All of which know about your secret identity and would’ve stopped Constantine from summoning you. The rest of the family are all looking at you liked you’ve grown a second head.

You look down at what you’re wearing. The long sleeve off the shoulder skin tight black dress was the perfect choice for the club you were supposed to be in. Maybe not so much for a meeting with the Bats and his birds.

You look right ahead at Constantine, “I don’t like being summoned.” 

“Ah, but you’re the best person I know for this job. I had to get you over here.” he says.

You take a quick look at all the other people in the room. Then at the screen behind them. Your information is plastered on it. Well, the information that you’ve decided to let the government think was yours. Your codename was at the top of the screen.

“Constantine says that you’re the best way into the underworld.” Batman says.

You’re confused to say the least. Constantine was Constantine, why would he call you in order to get them into the underworld when he can do it himself? It defeats the purpose of having to call him.

“I’m sorry,” you direct to Batman and then look at your friend, “I need you to state specifically what I’m needed for.” 

Constantine moved from the family over to you. As he did you watched as Nightwing followed him with his own eyes. Now Dick knows you’re not just Jason’s friend from around Gotham. Great.

“Bats got intel that something it going down with this magic group, the-” he starts. “hex mutiny.” you finish.

“You already know about them?” Nightwing says.

“I was just getting someone to put in a good word for me with them before you summoned me here. You’ve got great timing you know that?” you say to Constantine.

He smiles, “Well then it seems like you can be of great service, spygames.”

“And what exactly would I be doing, if I can even get a spot with them?” you throw out the question to the family.

Red Robin crosses his arms, “We need someone on the inside to tell us what they are planning for Gotham.”

“I doubt they’d let a newbie in on their plans.”

“Good thing you won’t be a newbie.” Batman says.

Constantine conjures an amulet in his hand. You want to hit him over the head. He could really be a pain in the ass. You grab it from him.

“With this, you’ll be in the perfect position to get in and get out. Easy.” he says.

You shake your head, “Every time you say that I get a new scar.” 

“I promise sweetheart. No scars this time.” 

“Yeah yeah, you owe me for this.”

EXACTLY ONE WEEK LATER

You knew you would end up wounded. Typically with Constantine it was nothing deadly, or nothing your own magic couldn’t fix. But you knew that your luck had to run out some day. And it wasn't his fault.

After finding out what the group was really up to you couldn’t just let them operate. They weren’t really rebels. No they used that name to paint a narrative. They were fascists.

You held the wound to your waist to stop the bleeding. This would have to be the farthest you could go. There was no way you could run out of this. Not with the blood seeping through the cracks of your fingers.

At least you brunt the members down to the ash. It took a lot out of you. And that’s why you weren’t prepared for a hit that tore right through you. 

“Why aren’t you moving?” Jason, or Redhood, said through the comms.

You leaned against the hallway wall.

At least you’d die someplace pretty. When you first came in you didn't notice how clean and meticulous everything was. There were painting of famous magicians on the walls. Along with some stolen art, a Van Gogh or two. 

You ripped the amulet off your neck and felt the illusion fade. The necklace fell to the floor and you let out a pained breath.

“I think,” you coughed and on the clean wall was not splatters of blood, “this is it.”

You could hear Jason shouting on the other end. He was calling out your name, calling out for Constantine to come and help you. Duke was calling for you too. And you could’ve sworn you heard Cass say your name once. 

With your only free hand you tried to open a portal out of the base. You knew it would be useless as you had a mortal wound and portal magic works best under no stress and panic, or blood loss. The usual light from your hands glowed faintly until it didn’t.

“Constantine can’t summon you?” Dick asked.

At that you let your body drag down the wall until you reached the floor. When you did sit down more blood came out. So you decided to lay down horizontally. 

“Hey hey- I told you I wasn’t gonna let anything happen to you.” you hear Constantine through the comms.

You want to laugh, but it ends out more of a chocked gargle.

“I screwed up the mission. I deserve it.” you said.

“You did good. Better than any of us.” Batman said.

“Constantine you need to call in whatever favors you have to get her out of there. Now!” Jason shouted.

“Dont,” you started.

“No. We’re getting you out of there-”

“Jason, I’m not a saint. I never would’ve imagined going out like this.” you said.

Once you were born you were thrusted in this world. All you knew was to use magic as a weapon. To get ahead, to get power, to get the glory. And that lasted you until you turned 19. 

Then Constantine crossed paths with you. He was the one to show you that magic has other uses. Such as helping and healing. You learned the best stuff from him.  And you took what you learned and began to help in ways you could.

You didn’t go on the straight and narrow. Never did you consider yourself a morally correct person. Sometimes the lines were blurred, or they need to be blurred. And so you took down seedy organizations, went on recon missions all over the world.

It wasn’t justice. But it was close enough that you could sleep at night or the odd hours of the morning for more than four hours.

“Sweetheart I don’t break my promises.” Constantine said finally.

You were just beginning to feel your eyes grow heavy. The pain was starting to be comfortably numb. Then above you appeared someone you weren’t expecting in the slightest. 

“Caliban?” you asked.

“You owe me double.”

4 DAYS LATER

When you woke up you felt battered and weak You weren’t used to these feelings and you weren’t used to being so close to death. Everyday was a new experience when you’re the Priestess of Espionage.

You cracked open one eye to find a couple of deviants at your side. Jason, Duke and Cass. The youngest took the chair next to you while Duke and Jason seemed to take the floor. Since they weren’t in their gear you guessed that you were out for longer than a couple of hours.

“Not my version of hell but I’ll allow it.” you say in a raspy voice.

It wakes everyone up.

Jason and Duke bolt to your bedside.

“Why’d you almost die on me?” and “Are you feeling okay?” come from them both, respectively. It makes you want to laugh but when you feel the ache in your waist you stop yourself.

“I’m alive, so there’s that. Positives.” you answer.

Jason shoots his younger siblings a look and they scurry out the room. You try to sit up to ask what it was for but he puts his hands up for you to stop any movement. So you lay back down.

“He would kill me if you tore your stitches.” 

You shut your eyes, “Jason I don’t think Constantine would kill you per say.”

You hear the door opening so you decide to open your eyes. And sure enough you see Jason leaving the room and someone coming in. Dick Grayson, out of his suit as well. 

As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t read his face. Besides the clear betrayal that was there. He definitely knew that you knew he’s Nightwing.

“Hi.” you say.

His face softens, “Hi.”

“I just want to say that I would’ve told you about who I am. Sooner that you think actually but this mission kinda derailed all of that.” you say.

With his arm crossed over his chest he nods, “How long did you know I was Nightwing?”

You wince.

“For about two years now. Once Jason told me he was Red it was hard to not notice the similarities of the Wayne family and the Bat one.” 

He laughs at that and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It must be going good if he wants to laugh. 

“And when did he tell you that I like you?” he asks.

“He didn’t explicitly say that.” 

There’s a beat of silence. You’re looking at him and he’s looking at you. But he’s the one who seems to be holding his breath this time. You try to hide the smirk you feel forming on your lips.

“What?” he asks.

“Jason had told me that I should ask you out. He didn’t say anything about you liking me.” you answer him.

The red tint that covered Dick Grayson was absolutely adorable.

He nods his head to himself. Twice.

“I- I’m gonna get Jason for you.” he moved to the door.  And you don’t really know what to say. All your words get jumbled in your brain and you can’t put them together in a way that is smooth enough so you deicide to just try your best.

“If you were to ask me out, I would say yes.” you say.

He looks directly at you. Then his signature smirk appears.

“I’ll bring back some food for later.” he says.

“it’s a date.” you answer.

[foreverindreamlandd]

Hurricane, Shmurricane

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader

WC: 1.4k

A/N: A small drabble-ish thing about Bucky and reader riding out Hurricane Henri together (even though the storm ended up not being too big of a deal lol).

-----

Are you sure you don’t want me to come home? I could be there in a few hours, sweetheart.

You stare at your phone, rereading Bucky’s text over and over, debating whether to give him the answer you wanted to or needed to.

You sigh, choosing the latter.

Hurricane, shmurricane. You don’t need to come all the way back from Washington for me! Though I appreciate the offer. :) <3

I would do anything for you, Y/n. You know that. Just let me know if you change your mind.

Will do. Try not to hit that Senator Ross guy or anything and get locked up in jail. You don’t have to come home right now but I will start to miss your face if you’re gone a few extra days than originally planned.

You don’t miss my face now? :(

I mean, I always miss your face. Just more so than usual.

Miss you, too. I’ll be home in three days. Love you.

Your phone dings with another alert about the incoming hurricane. You tried your best to prepare as much as possible, but you were still nervous. Your apartment was decent, but your current job did not provide the finances to get yourself a living situation where the building didn’t lose power when winds reached over 20 mph.

The truth is, you desperately wish Bucky could be there with you now. Unfortunately he and Sam got called down to Washington D.C. to discuss a potential assignment dealing with some lingering Hydra agents. This was before weather reports showed that a hurricane was landing much farther north than usual. You’ve never dealt with a hurricane before, so the idea of dealing with it alone was unsettling.

Still, you weren’t going to risk Bucky flying into a storm just to be there to hold you if you got scared. Even though you really, really want him to.

So instead, you spend the rest of the night charging all of your devices and doing nervous cleaning, preparing for whatever the storm would bring tomorrow.

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You wake up to the crash of a branch hitting your window.

Luckily not enough to break the glass, but the whack was so loud that you let out a yelp as you were ripped away from sleep.

You get out of bed and look out the window to witness the chaos of the storm.

There were branches strewn all over the streets. Some had landed on cars and shattered their windshields or set the alarms off, the sound mixed with the aggressive winds and rain slamming against the windows roaring in your ears.

You close the blinds, attempting to tune it out and move to turn the light switch on. You flick it up.

Nothing.

“Fuck,” you murmur to yourself. “I thought I was at least going to have power in the morning.”

You check the news on your phone. Thousands of residents have already lost power, and it looks like it won’t be turning back on anytime soon.

Luckily, having been in this situation before, you head over to your storage closet and pull out a small generator. You decide not to turn it on just yet, unsure of how long you’ll need to rely on it before power comes back on.

Instead, you open the blinds to your window back up to let the natural light in, grimacing at the view.

Your phone buzzes as you’re in the kitchen pouring yourself a bowl of cereal.

How are you? I heard it’s looking pretty rough out there.

Your heart sinks, wishing that Bucky could somehow climb out of your phone and wrap you in his arms. You always try to keep a strong face, not wanting to be a bother to anyone. But right now, you were past not wanting to be a bother.

Not the *best* tbh. But hopefully it will be over soon.

I’m sorry, doll. Wish I were there. I’ll head out as soon as I can.

You send a heart emoji and put the phone down, blinking back tears and walking over to your couch, which now serves as a blanket oasis. A pine-scented candle acts as your main source of light aside from the windows. It’s the candle you always light whenever you’re missing Bucky, the scent reminding you of being in his arms, breathing in the smell of pine as your face rests against his shirt. There’s a stash of ten or so of them in your closet.

You try to distract yourself by reading, but after a few minutes of rereading the same sentence five or six times, you give in to the distraction of the storm and stare out at the window. A loop of endless worst-case scenarios play on repeat in your head.

A branch could break through the window and glass would be everywhere.

A pipe bursts in your apartment and water damages the whole building.

Hell, what if a fucking tornado appears and takes out your entire block?

You groan, throwing a blanket over your head, willing yourself to calm down and failing.

A huge gust of wind roars outside and you hear a crashing sound. Lifting the blanket off of you, you jump off the couch and look out the window. A lamppost has been knocked over and landed across the street, blocking anyone from getting through. Luckily people stupid enough to be driving right now had seen it in time to stop.

Right as you look outside, another branch makes contact with your window. You yelp.

Somehow, a second one hits it immediately after and cracks the window. You feel tears welling in your eyes once more.

This is it.

There’s a knock on your door and you scream.

“Doll, are you okay? Let me in!” a muffle voice calls from the other side of the door.

Bucky.

You run over and unlock it with trembling hands, yanking the door open to find a very wet, very concerned looking boyfriend standing in front of you.

Still looking gorgeous as ever.

“Bucky.” Tears stream down your face as relief overtakes your body. Bucky steps inside and wraps you in his arms.

“It’s okay. I’m here, love. I’m here,” he coaxes, swaying you from side to side.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you ask into his soaking wet leather jacket. “I mean, I’m beyond thrilled, but you’re supposed to be in D.C.?”

“As if I didn’t buy a ticket to New York the second after I texted you last night.” He chuckles, pulling away just enough to be able to look at you. “I sure as hell wasn’t going to leave my best girl here on her own.”

You smile and Bucky moves to wipe away your tears before kissing your forehead.

Now that the shock of seeing him has worn off, you frown, fully taking in the sight of him. “Come on, let’s get you into some dry clothes.” You try to pull him over to your bedroom where he has a stash of extra clothes in your dresser but Bucky holds you in place, grinning.

“What, you don’t want to spend the day cuddled up with a wet mop?” He pulls you in tighter and you squeal in protest, fighting back a smile.

“Honestly Buck, you could make anything look good. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable, babe.”

His smile softens. “Here? With my favorite person in my arms? What else could I need?” He leans forward until his lips find yours. You sigh, leaning into him as his kiss -- as always -- leaves you feeling dizzy.

“Thank you,” you breathe out once you pull away from him. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble for me. But I’d be lying if I said I had been wishing this whole time you would.”

Bucky frowns. “Y/n, I would do anything for you. I’ll always be there to make you feel safe.”

You smile. “I do. I feel like I could run outside and fistfight this damn hurricane now that you’re here.”

Bucky groans, though it sounds more like a laugh. “Please don’t do that, doll.”

You roll your eyes. “Fiiine. How about I pull out my laptop and we can watch a movie instead?”

“That sounds much better.” He leans forward for one more quick kiss before walking into your room to change.

You spend the rest of the day cuddled together in your blanket oasis, watching as many movies as possible before your eyelids grow heavy and you rest your head on Bucky’s arm and fall asleep, blissfully unaware of the storm raging outside your apartment.

Hurricane, shmurricane.

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Thank you for reading! Feel free to check out my other stuff here :)

[komoreangel]

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧����𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚

pairing: scaramouche x fem!reader

scenario: you met when you were both very young, and since the day he left you behind he still feels an undying fear for what sight would await him if he dared to return home.

or…

thantophobia - the fear of losing a loved one. but he had made it perfectly clear that you did not fall under that category when he left you and all of your promises behind.

request: okok my first idea was: scaramouche childhood friends to enemies to lovers. take with that what you will <3

a/n: hi anon ty so very much for the request we all know i love scara <33 but i did tweak it a bit basically its childhood friends to enemies to scara loves reader but reader isnt convinced (with a hint of 'ive always loved you' thrown in)

side note: this is a rewrite of an excerpt i wrote for a scara x oc, in which the oc was female (the same is said here but i will avoid using pronouns) and adopted into the kamisato clan as a princess (minor inazuma spoilers). the same situation is stated here. also i am 1000% willing to write more of this (includes my personal headcanons for scaramouche’s backstory, not canon!!)

growing up, you had always had poor health

your mother worried for you a lot when you were younger

she didn’t like to let you go outside much either

you spent most of your time in the palace walls while she worked, frequently being taken to see the royal physician

you would sit outside the door while your parents talked with the doctors about your “condition”

you weren’t even that sick

just weak for your age

that was when you first met him

he was training to be a soldier along his father

you were like a ghost in his eyes

sitting in the hall in the middle of the night

knees pushed to your chest, snoozing in the soft light of the moon

he was naturally a curious boy, so he kneeled in front of you and poked your shoulder

“hello?”

you startled awake

“wah-!” he fell back at your sudden movement

“who are you?” you asked

your voice was soft, and gentle, like a midnight breeze

“i’m [redacted].”

you remember what he told you, but some part of that memory had been erased from your mind…you wonder to this day what he could have said.

“my name is y/n.”

he thought it was a pretty name, although he wasn’t going to say anything

the two of you sat in the moonlight, talking quietly amongst yourselves

“why are you sitting outside the physician’s office?” he asked you

“my mama says i’m sick, and that going outside will make it worse.”

“oh. are you going to get better soon?”

you smile at him, a gesture that makes his chest tighten, although he can’t fathom why.

“yeah! she says that if we can afford to get some medicine from liyue, i’ll be all better! then i can start making friends!”

he slightly smiles

“can i be your friend, [redacted]?”

you had even said the name yourself once. why couldn’t you remember it?

his expression shifts to a slightly surprised look

“you…want to be my friend?”

he was quiet even then, and his silent expression would grow to an angry one over time

“yeah! you’re interesting, and you’re one of the few people who bothers to talk to me.”

he doesn’t speak for a while.

“you can say no if you want to.” you say to him.

“okay. i’ll be your friend.”

it’s a short response, but the bright grin that lights up your face makes it worth the wait

“yay! i can’t wait till i’m better so we can hang out more!”

you two talked in that hallway a lot

meeting after dark, talking about anything in the world

when you were about six, the worst of your illness hit you

the doctors didn’t even know what was wrong, and there were nights when he would sit outside the physician’s office alone at night, hoping, praying that the sun would shine on a world that still had you in it

you would collapse from exhaustion at the slightest overexertion

his father always told him he had to be careful with you, not only were you shorter than him, but you were also very fragile

those hours spent sitting in the hallway alone, he got to do a lot of thinking

he wanted to help you, but he didn’t know how

then, there was a sudden burst of hope

you were going to liyue with your parents

you would get the help you needed

he was happy for you, even if it meant you would have to spend time away from him

and then there was the terrible news

the ship had gone missing

you had too

he couldn’t sleep for days on end

his father was worried too

when he saw you again, you found yourself shuddering on the shores of inazuma

he wrapped his arms around you as tight as he could, as if his strength alone could undo everything that had happened

it was one of the few times he showed affection in public

he rushed you to the healer again

and this time there was no hoping

there was no praying

there was just the pit in his stomach, the fear that coursed through his veins and fueled his blood

every second felt like a decade, it was a moment in which you weren’t perfectly healthy and safe

the townspeople began to spread rumors, as people do

the guard’s son who was lovesick with worry for the sickly orphan girl

what a pity, no?

he wanted to shut them up. he wished he had the power to shut them up.

when even his father had to drag him away from the pharmacy, he didn’t talk to anyone for a very long time.

this was around the time he grew sour and snappy

his simply quiet demeanor developed into a scowl that constantly graced his face

he only smiled the day you were released from the physicians.

you weren’t fully healed. but you felt better than you ever had in your life.

his father took you in without a second thought, and he was just happy to have you with him.

“i’m better, scara.” you said to him, a happy smile on your face

“i was wondering when you’d hurry up and get well.”

you were a bit troubled by his attitude, but no less, you were happy to see your friend again.

it went like that for a long time.

he was rude, but you didn’t care because you knew what he was like underneath.

some nights he would sneak into your room and talk to you.

he told you he was just bored and felt like annoying you.

but his real reason was to make sure you were still breathing.

he always worried about you

so the day you received your vision, he felt a lot of relief

surely this meant that you could protect yourself. you were safe.

then the worst of all things happened.

his fathers death.

the day he felt like his world was ripped from underneath his feet.

almost immediately, the electro archon, baal, herself, intervened, and declared that you were to be adopted into the kamisato clan.

why you? why couldn’t he keep you with him? he was old enough to be able to take care of both of you

baal didn’t like his questioning. she said she knew what was best for you.

it was strange. because in the days he spent with you after, although not many, you didn’t seem sick at all.

for the first time, you seemed perfectly healthy.

he was glad for that…but he wasn’t happy. you could see that easily.

you knew this wasn’t the right thing for him

he stuck around for a year. you suppose you’re lucky he even stayed that long. you were pretty much his only reason.

sure he found friends in ayaka and kazuha…but he was unhappy.

he knew there was no point in staying, so he thought it was time he took his leave.

he approached you one day, as the sun began to set

you were worried for him, as he had been very angry towards baal and the emperor lately.

“scara, is there something you want to talk about?”

you watch as he stands before you

he blurts out, “run away with me.”

you’re taken aback almost immediately.

“what?”

he repeats his statement

“i’m going to flee from inazuma. come with me.”

“scara..”

his expression, as it does often these days, turns stern and serious.

“i’m not going to ask you again. come with me, y/n.”

you’re tired of him ordering you around.

“you know i can’t. i have duties here. i can’t just betray my country for you.”

“you know baal wants me gone. she’s going to kill me if i stay. she might do the same to you.”

you scoff at his words. “she won’t harm me or you. you’re being dramatic.”

he spits out his next words, laced with venom. “baal killed my father. i hate her and so should you.”

“scara.”

“it’s like you’ve completely forgotten about him just because you’re royalty now.”

“scara.”

“don’t call me scara. come with me if you ever cared at all.”

“scaramouche!”

he goes quiet

“don’t go. please.”

he frowns

“you know i can’t do that.”

you want to try and make him stay

but he won’t. you know nothing you say will convince him. he won’t let himself be convinced by you, even if that’s what he truly wants.

you inhale

“get out of here.”

“what?”

“go. leave. and take this with you.”

you throw the necklace you were wearing at him, and he catches it. baal had exiled him, it was true, but he couldn’t expect you to throw everything away for him.

“wait, what are you-“

as the two of you stare each other down, you hear ayaka’s voice coming from the courtyard, calling for you.

she has a guard with her, as the emperor assigns every royal family member. you managed to ditch yours early on.

“the guard is gonna get you if you stay, scara. get out of here, now.”

he scoffs

“whatever. i can’t believe i thought you were worth risking my life.”

he pockets the necklace and steps over the wall, and he’s gone.

nine years of friendship and he threw you away like you were nothing

in truth, the minute he was out of sight, he threw down his bag in anger

he turned around and you weren’t there anymore

you gave up on him

so if he hated you, you deserved it

it might be worth a hefty price anyway.

at least that’s what he told himself

(he never stopped missing you. almost as soon as he joined the fatui, he requested an audience with the tsaritsa to ask her how you were doing.)

“a simple agent, asking that much of me? and for a girl? that’s very bold of you.”

upon hearing it was about you, the cryo archon grew very interested. of course she remembered you.

the sickly orphan she gifted a vision to at a very young age.

she told him you were well

what she didn’t tell him was about baal going berserk and massacring thousands of her people.

upon receiving the news, he felt that chill upon him once again

the fear that fell onto his shoulders, weighing him down, too scared to ask for more information. he didn’t want to be told you were gone.

“the royal family was not harmed.”

he felt his muscles relax as he calmed down.

he quickly reassumed an upright stance.

he was the sixth harbinger. he has no weaknesses. he cares for nothing and no one.

but beneath his mask, the fire of his love for you burned brighter than the flame of any pyro vision.

a/n: ok so i really enjoyed this….scara banner when. i did tweak it a bit but i have other things written for this scenario in which scara returns to inazuma and reader is (deservingly) PISSED with him :) lmk if you want me to post those !

[spookyboywhump]

Royal Guard AU (Part 2?!?)

I wanted to continue, especially after I had an idea for how to incorporate another character. Still not super whumpy but like :3

I hope u like!

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Elias couldn't sleep. It has been exactly one month since he was was bitten, and two weeks since he had shown the red, angry wound to his friends. In the past week, it hadn't improved any further after becoming an odd, raised scar with dents where the fang marks were. He had begun to accept it would never fully heal. 

He thought it had stopped hurting though, but now, with the approach of the next full moon, it throbbed with every beat of his heart. 

He lay in his bed in the dormitory of the mages guild, staring at the reddening sunset sky out the open window. He was thinking that he might as well give up, when he heard voices in the hall.

“Are you sure?” The guild master asked, furtively.

Some kind of affirmative must have been given, because the same troubled noise the master made whenever Elias wrote his runes wrong met his ears.

He realized then, that the sounds were growing closer, and his heart picked up its gallop.

But surely, he thought, sitting up and turning towards the door, clutching his pillow, no one would know. His friends were the only ones who had seen, and he dismissed the thought of any of them selling him almost as quickly as it had come, though, to his shame, not immediately (Could it be Cara? Or Lila? Or Alec?).

They can't know. They can't know. He repeated to himself, eyes locked on the door.

Then, with a click, it opened, and standing in the doorway, flanking the paled guild master, were two people in gleaming, snarling hound masks.

Huntsmen. They stared at him through the small window of his cell. The Lord and the other werewolf had left.

Drooling, growling fangs framed by dark, dirty fur flashed in his mind. 

He shuddered before the pain of the rapid transformations coursed through him again, ripping a pained groan from his chest.

Stop fighting it a little voice murmured. Well, less a voice, and more a feeling that surged through his blood. It will be so much easier if you let it happen

But he knew that once he gave in fully, he would be admitting defeat.

The masks watched on.

Expressionless.

They were absolutely expressionless as they stared from the doorway, but he could see their muscles tense, heard the tightening of a leather glove around a spear. Danger and power emanated from them like a choking smoke that filled the room.

Elias's gaze flicked towards the window behind him. It was a three story fall.

“Elias,” the guild master said, talking gently, as if to a spooked child, “the huntsmen have some questions for you.”

Fuck.

He tensed his jaw, and before he could take another second to think, he threw the pillow at them, launching himself towards the open window, and for a second he was falling, falling-

Bang!

The door opened what felt like an eternity later, though by the light of dawn peeking through the tiny window of his cell, he knew it had been hours, not eons. At least the transformations had stopped, for now.

He huddled, warily, in the corner, keeping his eyes on them as they entered his cell, spearheads first.

“Come quietly,” one of them said, and the 'or else’ was not needed.

Elias wondered, for a moment, if he could try to run, get out of here before the Lord did whatever he had planned for Elias. It was a stupid idea, even if he got out, he didn't know his way around a castle. He barely even remembered how he had gotten to this cell, and that side entrance was past the huntsmens’ quarters.

Let it never be said he wasn't willing to try, though.

He bolted, trying to run between them, and almost immediately, they caught him by the shoulders, throwing him back down.

His breath was knocked out of him as he hit the ground, very surprised to find himself still alive.

He took a second to regain himself, only to look down and find his body replaced.

Where his robes had been was now a body covered in reddish-brown fur, picked at fingers replaced with short, claw tipped digits. 

No. He thought, desperately, and urged himself to change back. Oh God, it hurt. Like his bones were breaking and reshaping themselves. He had to strain his body, his magic, like a muscle, and it already ached from the strain.

He was covered in sweat, but for now at least, he was human again.

He looked up at the window he had lept from, to see the guild master staring at him, agape. The huntsmen were nowhere to be seen which meant…

They must already be on their way.

With one last apologetic look (though what was he apologizing for, in retrospect? Being bitten?), he bolted into the woods.

His feet scrabbled against the ground. He couldn't find any purchase on the stone floor though, his toes barely scraped it as the huntsmen practically carried him through it.

They didn't go to the narrow passageway, though, instead back towards the winding side entrance. Towards the huntsmens’ quarters. A million ideas of what they would do to him in there raced through his mind, and he forced them all out.

It all began to overwhelm him again when they actually did bring him into their quarters. His struggling was met with their grips tightening around his arms, squeezing them so hard he wondered if they would burst. He whined as they brought him through a hallway of a room with bunks on either side, towards a doorway at the end.

He closed his eyes, trying to protect them against the onslaught of branches. He felt them tear away at his pants. His unprotected shins stung as they were cut, but he kept running.

His progress was slowed by the transformations that made his body into a new thing every step.

He had a feeling, deep inside of him, that if he truly gave in, if he relaxed and allowed himself voluntarily to be what his body wanted to, he would not know how to turn back. He would have to allow the wolf to run its course until the universe decided it was done with him. He would be admitting that this is what he was, now.

He desperately did not want this to happen.

Had it been day time, he probably would have known where he was. He had spent many days exploring the valley around the mages castle, but he had run off in a random direction, and his vision randomly flashed with that of the wolf's, who could see in a distracting, monotone way.

He paused, heaving. He was practically blind, he realized.

Behind him, he heard crashing, like horses galloping through forest brush.

Oh fuck.

He resumed running, though his lungs begged for air that didn't sting when he swallowed it in. He picked a new random direction, hoping to throw them off.

His panic was now focused, with his ears pricked for the danger behind him. It didn't work, they were not deceived.

He couldn't run, he couldn't escape. A panicked sob rose from his lips. The only thing left to do was-

Hide.

He stopped suddenly, barely able to make out a cluster of bushes at the foot of the nearest tree, and lept into them.

With one hand, he clutched the tattered cloak that hung from his shoulders, trying desperately to stop his trembling. With the other, he covered his mouth, quieting his breath and his cries. He felt snot leak over his fingers.

He watched as a light came closer and closer through the trees, the stomping of hooves making the ground tremble beneath him. He prayed they just kept going, keep running, you will not find me and I will be ok.

Horses braying as they were suddenly made to stop, “The trail ends here”

He wasn't so lucky.

Dismounting, heavy boots landing on the ground. The light, dancing outside his hiding spot. His whole body shook and his heart was about to explode.

Their boots crunched through leaves and fallen twigs, horses stamping uneasily, though never doing much more. Clearly this was something they were used to, maybe even trained for.

He watched the light come closer, heard rustling in the bushes nearby, and-

“Can't find that little shit, maybe it went the other way.” said the closer one, letting go of the bushes with a rustle.

Elias nearly cried with relief, he was so close. 

“The trail is still fresh enough that we can go back and get the hounds,” the other offered.

Yes, yes, please. Leave. He prayed to any and every deity that may be listening. A shiver ran down his spine. His arm let go of the cape it clutched, trying to flex away the cramp.

“Alright, but if we lose it, I'll tell the huntmaster it was your fault.” The first huntsman said, grunting as he presumably mounted his horse.

The pain stayed in his arm. It was not a cramp, he realized, with horror. He tried to hold it back, feeling the pressure try to burst through his very skin.

“Why would it be my fault? You're the one who-”

A sob ripped from Elias's throat as his whole arm lengthened, his bones stretched and fur broke through the flesh.

It was deadly silent. His arm turned back as his ears turned pointy, fur tickling his neck. He held his breath, squeezed his eyes shut, trying to wake up from this nightmare.

He heard the branches part around him, felt the light of a lantern against his eyelids.

They grabbed him and he

Opened his eyes as he heard a door close behind him. A man sat in a chair before him, wearing all black, and a mask similar to those of the other huntsmen, though this one was of a shepherd dog, molded to appear as angry as if it were protecting the herd from a wolf at the very moment its likeness was captured.

He sniffled, trying to hide that he had been crying, and stared the man in the face, but it was clearly no use.

The man reached up, and Elias flinched, only to watch him remove his helmet and place it reverently on a table beside him.

Somehow, he was even scarier without it. Well-kept black-as-midnight hair, steely gray eyes, and a strong jaw pulled into a smirk and lined with a well groomed short beard. He looked over Elias like he was a rabbit in a trap.

“Hello there, little pup.” He purred.

[zellerysworld]

『 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 』

Sukuna x GN!Reader

WC: 6.7k

Tags: Angst, murder, reincarnation, heavy violence, language, suggestive themes, heavy trauma, mentions of genocide, origin story, slight soft sukuna

I rewrote this bitch three times trying to perfect it- and I’m still not 100% happy with it because there’s so many ways I wanted to write this. Plus I didn’t get the promotion at work so I just got depressed. anyways I wrote the story but @cqcophobiq requested a gender neutral reader. <3

A/N: Readers abilities are touching people to make them sleep, transfer memories, and see past (for those with DID, talk to the souls within the persons mind). They serves as a informant by going inside victims heads to look in their pasts for curses that were around them; informing teammates of location and grade level. They can also gain powers from whomever they touch for a short period of time.

Ex: Sukuna can give Malevolent Shrine to them for battle, but after one use/within five minutes, it vanishes. If they use powers that are harsh on the body, (domain expansions or strong cursed manipulation) they faint/get nose bleeds. *Reader only has abilities in modern times*

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Around 1000 years ago, you ventured out into the woods seeking to kill a god. 1000 years later, you are reincarnated so you may meet this god once again.

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Fear: that is all you felt while you watched the mass murderer known as Ryomen Sukuna walk throughout the same forest you were in. It took so long to hunt him down, and now the moment has finally come. You have trained for years to defeat the villain of your story, but his presence was more intimidating than you had anticipated.

He stopped to bend down, putting out a hand to stroke a sleeping fox. Surrounding the regular-looking male was a meadow filled to the brim with tall grass and flowers, hidden away by bamboo and birch trees. Everything looked so peaceful around Sukuna, as if he was a Dryad. ‘How could he look so peaceful?’ You thought to yourself. It also felt as if you were lied to, since most people told you he had facial marks and four arms, which he did not have.

It looked as if he were another human; that was until you flimsily attempted to move forward. Having been hiding within a large bush, you couldn’t see what was beneath you. And just like, a cracking sound emitted from the twig below you. You closed your eyes and rolled your shoulders back, whispering to yourself, “Oh fu-.”

Now, how exactly did you get yourself into this situation? And why were you in the middle of an uncharted forest trying to stalk Ryomen Sukuna? Well, it is a rather gruesome story for you to look back upon.

The Heian Age is at its peak in Japan, while Jujutsu sorcery is also at its peak as a ripple effect. (Many young children in this period began to claim they have “seen” curses.) Ryomen Sukuna was a young sorcerer, having attended the very school you attended. While amid his fourth and final year, and in your first year, he burned down almost every inch of the school alongside slaughtering over half of the staff and students.

You took it upon yourself to track him down with the intent to kill for revenge. Teachers that survived had entrusted you with information about him after learning of your plans. Granted most told you not to do it, but the ones that supported it told you information of his appearance, how he secretly practiced sacred and forbidden jujutsu techniques, and his unwavering strength. With every day that passes, Sukuna grows stronger at rates nobody can foretell.

So here you are, three years after the incident. The reason for why he did it is still unknown; But you trained to your breaking point for this moment to happen- having bled, cried, screamed, and thrown up countless times. Your classmates called you insane for thinking you could beat Sukuna, but none of their words mattered to you. Sukuna stole people from your life that you could never get back.

Now, back to your current situation. Sukuna shot his head up to the sound, his lips curving to reveal blades for teeth, “Myyyyyy Myyyyy!!! Do I have a challenger?” His voice stunned you, fear engulfing your mind as his body morphed into a four armed and nearly 8 foot tall being with black markings wrapped around his body. Although barely visible, Sukuna first saw your eyes that had such a curious wonder that was tinted with rage.

Before you could even take your bandages off to fight, he was behind you and holding your neck, “A jujutsu sorcerer, huh?”

Air left your lungs faster than anticipated, causing you to slightly panic. You closed your eyes, then leaned your neck over in an attempt to play dead, which worked but to only half of its extent. When your neck rolled to the side, Sukuna slightly loosened his grip. This gave you room to breathe before catching him off guard with a back-kick to his ribs.

The unexpected hit made his brows furrow, anger stirring in his stomach at your cleverness. When your clogs hit the ground, you took off running as if an army of samurai were in pursuit behind. And although you were fast, Sukuna was faster. The sound of his footsteps gave the warning that he was gaining up to you.

Logs and fallen tree branches were dodged by your legs as your jumped over them, Sukuna following behind. The sound of crunching grass as the demon-like man pursued you made the experience even more terrifying, knowing that with every step you took, he took two. There were so many sounds, making it harder to think with the already small amount of time given to you.

You made the judgement call to stop, believing that you could backhand him from behind by catching him off guard. However, it became apparent that you made a grave mistake the second two muscular elbows hit the left side of your waist. The feeling of your ribs cracking on both of sides of your waist when you slammed against the tree made you scream out in pain. Your eyes widened at having never witnessed strength such as his nor pain such as this.

Out of response to the pain, tears formed at the edges of your squinting eyes as your back slid against the tree. Sukuna approached you, cracking his fingers in excitement of killing another jujutsu sorcerer such as yourself. However, you had a trump card that was now in play.

You bit down on a piece of cloth that held the bandages on your left hand together. Ripping the bandages off with your teeth, Sukuna let out a menacing laugh, “You really think jujutsu can help you now?”

His left hand strangled your neck, pulling you upwards to be eye level with him. When Sukuna noticed that your orbs showed no fear, his brows furrowed in curiosity. Just seconds before he was going to snap your neck, both of your hands latched onto his arm. You forced a nerve connection, sending sounds of people screaming, children crying, and raging fires into his head.

The sudden sounds caused Sukuna to release you from his grip, “What-what Is this…?” He looked around, trying to see where the sound was coming from. You leaned against the tree while holding your left side, “How could you forget?” He looked down to you, his eyes widening at the realization of where the sounds came from.

“Those are the sounds of the people you killed!”

Sukuna froze, realizing that you were not just an ordinary jujutsu user. Catching him while he was still confounded, you put all your force into an aggressive headbutt. He stumbled back a few feet before growling at the dripping blood from his scalp. When he looked up, a smirked was smeared across his blood-stained face, “You’ll die here.”

His hands joined, making the symbol for a domain expansion spell. However, you temporary gained his powers after touching his arm a few moments ago. As he opened his mouth, you cut him off while bringing your hands together, “Domain Expansion!”

“What?”

Your eyes rolled back, “Malevolent shrine!”

The domain built around him, fear striking Sukuna’s mind at the sight of seeing you mimic his powers. His technique was too powerful for your body to handle though, causing you to stumble. You blinked twice before coughing up blood into your hands. Sukuna walked forward as the domain fell apart, his interest being piqued at how your powers work.

Looking up at Sukuna, blood fell from the crevices of your lips before you fell onto the ground. His powers completely defeated you from within, being too harsh on your body. When you hit the ground, all that was in your tunnel of vision was black. It felt like it was just a few minutes that you had been knocked out, but when you opened your eyes, the forest surrounding you was nearly pitch black.

“You snore.”

Hearing Sukuna’s voice, your body snapped up from the ground beneath you to find him sitting against an oak log. When you tried to use your hands to fight him, you quickly became aware that they were tied up. You huffed at the feeling of the rope while noticing the black kimono you wore had been taken off to reveal your white Cossack.

Sukuna’s lids opened to reveal crimson-colored eyes. In his current state, he was back to being inkless and having two arms. He glared at you with a sense of sternness, “Tell me how you did that.”

“Did what?” You snapped back, having no respect for him.

“Listen,” he stood and walked over to you, bending his knees down so his face would be in yours, “Only reason you are alive right now is because I say so. So, either tell me how you did it, or I’ll cut your hands off with my fingernails.” He sat down in front of you, crossing his legs and arms.

To be honest, death seemed better than having to deal with this situation. Before replying to him, you had to think if you really wanted to explain your powers. Either way around, you were going to die so it didn’t matter. Talking about your powers only delays your inevitable future. And it’s obviously been hours, so if help would have come, they were either killed by Sukuna or never came.

You sighed, leaning your head back before making eye contact with him. “My technique was used by ancient sorcerers; They call it ‘Somnium Nexum’.”

“I know all of the jujutsu techniques; how come I have never heard of yours?”

“Well, if you would shut the fuck up then I could explain.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes at your disrespect, “Why do the generations become more disrespectful with each passing year?”

“Do you really have room to talk about disrespect?” You huffed, continuing, “My technique hasn’t been seen for hundreds of years now. It went extinct, until I was born that is. My hands… I use them to transfer memories to people, see memories of people, and temporarily steal people’s powers. That’s how I did it.”

“Those sounds were the people I killed. You were there that day?”

“Of course I was!” You shouted, anger filling your voice as tears formed at the edges of your eyes, “You killed people I loved! You ruined peoples lives…. WHY?! WHAT DID YOU GAIN?”

“I gained revenge.”

Silence fell between the two of you. The moon’s reflected light shined against your eyes as tears rolled down your flustered cheeks. Your lips parted to speak, but there were no words. Revenge? It didn’t make sense to you. What did all those people do to cause an anger such as his to exist?

Sukuna broke the silence, “If you run, I’ll kill you.” He leaned forward and reached a hand behind you, his lips being uncomfortably close to yours. Your thoughts closed at hearing a ripping sound, his hand pulling back.

“Look into my memories, and whatever questions you have will be answered. But then you’ll answer mine.”

You hesitated to move your hands, feeling fear in the back of your mind at how calm he was. Just a few hours ago, this man was trying to murder you in cold blood, but now he is acting… soft? It didn’t settle in your gut too well, but you had no other choice than to do what he says. Complying to his request, you raised your hand to rest the palm of it on his lower check and jawline.

“Close your eyes.” You commanded while closing yours.

He obediently closed them, letting the connection into his nervous system open into yours. The tears that were made at the thought of your dead classmates shifted towards tears of pain upon seeing Sukuna’s memories.

You watched from the background as jujutsu sorcerers stormed his childhood village and burned everything to the ground, both curses and humans alike. A young Sukuna was in the middle of it all, screaming for his mother as the fire surrounded him. From the fires, a sorcerer ran through and picked him up.

Sukuna screamed and kicked at the masked sorcerer. You noticed though, that the very badge that was embroidered onto your shirt was the same badge of the sorcerer carrying him.

When you turned to see where he was being carried, you noticed only the children were spared. You covered your mouth in disgust, seeing crying kids from ages of newborns to 5-year-olds being carried away. You watched a young Sukuna let out a loud screeching sound, black markings appearing on his face as his eyes turned red.

He sunk his teeth into the sorcerers’ shoulder and killed them, trying to run away before being caught by two other sorcerers who put him to sleep. One said through his mask, “This one is strong with cursed energy, he needs to be cleansed.”

You watched them carry him away. When you turned back around, you saw another memory of Sukuna at a slightly older age being tortured on a table as an instruction screamed out, “YOU ARE A DISGRACE!” Another memory appeared, the child being much older now as he sat in his room and communicated with a curse in its own language.

Memories upon memories flashed before your eyes of him training, talking to curses, and being tortured by humans. Then the memory that stained your mind of blood had appeared. The boy used his malevolent shrine against students and teachers alike, causing chaos with curses following behind him wherever he stepped.

Squinting to notice, you saw a pained look within his eyes as he killed the students that tried to fight him. He bent down to one and closed their eyes, “Humans have become the virus of this world. Jujutsu scholars are the creators of the virus.”

You came out of the link, speechless at everything you had just seen. Taking a deep breath, you looked into Sukuna’s eyes, “Why did they burn your village?”

He turned his neck to look away from your eyes, not wanting to be the person that breaks the truth to you. Although Sukuna didn’t know your name, he still felt an aching sensation at the bottom of his heart for you. There was finally someone else that he could tell of his secrets, but they were too painful. Yet he knew if he didn’t tell you, and instead killed you or forced you to go back, that you would never have a normal life anyways.

“Tell me, what’s your name?”

“Y/n L/n- but my name is not important. Tell me why they did that…”

“Y/n, do you know who your parents are?”

“Of course not. They sent me to the school when I was…”

“When you were what?”

Excruciating amounts of pain began to fill your heart. You saw the point he was making, and it stung your heart in an abundance of different ways. Everything around you seemed to disappear as you tried to remember who you were before attending this school. All that was found was blankness.

The early morning sky that beamed with stars of different shades seemed to become brighter as everything began to click. Nature surrounded you in this moment of harsh realization. It was comforting knowing that possibly a forest god was watching over you in the greens of their garden, but nonetheless painful.

You whispered with a cracking voice, “Why… Why did they tell us our parents sent us here…?”

“It was a coverup. Japan has become innovative these past two centuries, meaning out with the old and in with the new. Jujutsu sorcerers were falling behind, meaning they would eventually die out. So, they resorted to pillaging children. Although our fight was short, I can see that you have great strength and intelligence with your powers. You must have been a newborn when you were taken; otherwise, you’d remember.”

So many emotions ran through your mind all at once. Sorrow, pain, anger, rage, weakness, all of it. You hesitated, “So... -So, I never even had a chance?”

Sukuna looked into your eyes, “No.”

You gasped, feeling as if your lungs were collapsing while your breathing grew erratic. Everything you ever knew was a lie, and everything you were ever told was a lie. Any relationships you ever had with teachers was a lie, while any relationship you ever had with your classmates was fake. Sukuna saw how you struggled to take this information in, but he didn’t know how to make it easier for you.

‘Is there even an easy way out of this information?’ He thought to himself. Sukuna always knew everything around him was not real, so he couldn’t imagine the things you were feeling.

“Why didn’t… why didn’t you tell anyone? Why didn’t you try to find a way out and save everyone?”

Sukuna snapped back, “All of those kids are brainwashed beyond oblivion. Did you forget what you tried to do to me a few hours ago? If I were a normal person, you would have killed with that thing you did with your hands; And If I tried to tell people everything they ever knew was a lie, I would be dead.”

You slowly crawled backwards as he moved forward, “Do you think I caused all of that destruction alone? No. I had the help of curses, who are the only damn things that see humans for the shit they are! Over the years I have been out here alone, training and preparing myself for when I can defeat even the strongest of sorcerers.”

When he realized how uncomfortable you had become by his advancing, Sukuna moved back. “There was no helping them. The only reason I told you was because you would be forced to believe me.”

He was right. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, Sukuna was right. They would all try to kill him if he told them what had known on all along. Humanity’s biggest fault will always be the fact that they are afraid of the unknown, and when someone tries to show them the truth of the unknown, they freak out in fear. The only reason you were not freaking out was because there was no unknown; you saw it all with your own eyes through his memories.

“Tell me, what are you going to do now?” He asked, slicing your thoughts in half.

That was a loaded question for the current situation, but it was a question that needed an answer. You cannot go back now, otherwise they would find out you know more than you should with how bad of a liar you are. For all they know, you are most likely dead right now and not worth looking for. You were just another slave to the elders’ horrific commands.

“I don’t know… Run away maybe? Get out the country while I can? But even then, sorcerers are all around the world. I would get caught and be killed eventually. Do the rest of the sorcerers around the world know about Japan’s doings?”

Sukuna scratched at his head, “I don’t know. I never tried to leave, but I was never bothered until now either.”

The sun began to rise, cracks of its light seeping through the forest trees as the night faded to the back of the forest. You bowed your head with a loud sigh, not knowing what your next move will be. Confusion filled your mind while the rising sun’s warmth worked to comfort you in this state of despair. With your emotions being thrown around like a tossed salad, the silence sounded so loud right now.

Sukuna broke the silence by hesitantly suggesting, “Stay here with me, y/n. Just for another day or two. I want to know more of these powers of yours. Maybe by then you’ll figure something out.”

You looked at him with such curious eyes, seeing him totally shift from the manic demon he was yesterday to this calm man who had a vengeful heart filled with pain. Crossing your arms, you asked with a sarcastic tone, “Where do you even live?”

“Are you suggesting I sleep in the woods like an animal?”

“Perhaps.”

He rolled his eyes while clicking his tongue, “Farther up in the mountains. I live by a hidden spring.”

You tried to stand up with Sukuna, leaning on the tree for support. He forgot that a rib or two of yours had been broken upon contact when fighting with each other earlier, making him cringe at remembering how quick he was to become defensive. “Here.” He turned around, getting on his knees. Sukuna motioned for you to get on his back, it being easier on your ribs for him to carry you this way.

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Sukuna carried you to a log cabin he had built in the time he spent out here. For a few days, your aching body rested there as you thought of your next move. However, those thoughts eventually fled your mind. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and months turned to years. Time passed on as you stayed hidden away deep within the forest with Sukuna. Over time, his vengeance was forgotten with you at his side. All both of you wanted was to enjoy the peace of solitude together.

Everything had been so peaceful over the years. Sometimes you and Sukuna would bicker as lovers do, especially since you two were the only ones you talked to besides curses, but ultimately both of you were happy. That was until the world decided peace was never a real option for anyone in this violently terrifying world.

Morning dew clung onto the windows of the cabin you shared with your husband. It was the break of dawn as you awoke next to a sleeping Sukuna. He lowly grumbled at your movements, pulling you back into the bed by your waist. “What are you doing?” He quietly asked with a scruffy morning voice while hovering over you. Loose strains of hair covered your eyes, Sukuna moving them so he could have a better look at you.

You held onto the back of his neck with your bandaged hands, “I’m going to the springs for a quick wash.”

The shirtless man lightly kissed at your cheek, moving lower to your neck as he gripped onto your hips to keep you below him. As tempting as it was to stay in bed with him and enjoy some morning affairs, your bones ached from the hunting that was done the day before. With a roll of your eyes, you pushed the built man from your body as if he was a feather.

He let out a loud groan while moaning, “I should have never trained you to become that strong.”

“Oh shush, I’ll be back soon you whiney child.”

You put on a long, white yukata before heading outside to greet the horses you and Sukuna had tamed. “Good morning Ryko,” you sang while petting the horse’s neck before mounting her. You rode just a few minutes upwards towards the east, where the hidden springs lied. Winter was beginning to fade as spring slowly made its way into season, so hunting is hard for you and Sukuna.

Usually in the winter months is when your back and sides ache from your fight all those years ago with him. The best way for you to sooth your pains is to relax in the warm springs that nature provided in the mornings or late afternoons.

Upon reaching the springs, you jumped off Ryko and led her towards a tree to keep her tied at. However, you began to feel uneasy at how Ryko kept neighing and trying to back away from the tree. “Shhh, girl. Nobody is here.”

The sound of other horses made you eat your words. Your eyes widened as you turned, jumping out of the way at the sound of a metal mechanism clicking and firing. Ryko was shot in the head, her body falling over and bleeding out in the snow. Panic filled your body, being caught completely off guard. What were they shooting with and why was it so fast? When you looked up, you noticed the people on the horses had the same symbol of your previous school.

“Son of a bitch…,” you spoke, furrowing your brows at the sight of them. You had no weapons on you, forgetting to bring your bow and arrow for long distance defense. From the bottom of your lungs, you screamed out, “SUKUNA!!”

As soon as you said the name, the sorcerers began to panic, “She said his name!”

“Quick, kill her before he comes! She must be a witch!”

“What if he kills us?!”

“JUST DO IT!”

You were already on your feet, taking off as fast as you possibly could. As much as you wanted to fight with the physical strength you had gained over the years, you knew the helplessness of your abilities. Even if you could outsmart them and bruise their physical appearance, you were no match for 5 sorcerers with guns all at once with your jujutsu technique. You may be a powerful jujutsu sorcerer alongside Sukuna, but long-range fighting was never an option with your technique.

Speeding into the distance with all you had, the freezing temperature of the snow against bare human feet was only making it worse for you. You had hope that you could run into the woods just in time, but there is no shift in what a speeding bullet does to a human body.

While a few minutes away, the first shot had Sukuna on his feet. His eyes flung open, the nerve-wracking sound of a weapon he didn’t recognize that is not too far caused him to panic. His tattoos appeared as he walked out into the snow barefoot with only palazzos on. He began running into the direction of the sound, knowing he would be faster on foot than on horseback.

From the distance, Sukuna heard his name being screamed out by your voice, which struck fear into his heart. The scream was followed by another shot not even 30 seconds later. He picked up his speed, tears forming at the edges of his rageful crimson eyes.

When he appeared from the branches, the sorcerers were taking off. As much as he wanted to pursue them, he needed to find you first. Before he could even see you, the stench of blood coming from his left filled his nose. He turned, and everything seemed to go into slow motion. He ran at your side, seeing you struggle to breathe from the bullet wound in your chest.

“Y/N, Y/N SAY SOMETHING!” He screamed out, falling onto the ground next to you. He held you up, putting his hands over the wound to try to stop the bleeding, “Come on, come on stay with me. It’s okay, it’s fine-“

“Ry-Suk…I…,” you struggled to breathe, blood flowing out of your chest faster than Sukuna could react too. His tears fell onto your cheeks as his hands became covered in your blood. The white Yukata you were wearing was turning an awful shade of red.

He pulled your hand up to his lower cheek, closing his eyes so you can start a link between him and you. When it started, you transferred everything you had seen to his memories so he would know what happened without you having to speak. When he opened his eyes, your hand fell from his cheek as your body quickly lost energy.

Sukuna held you in his now bloodied arms, rocking you back and forth while whispering, “It’s alright, you’re fine. Look at me, I’m right here.” He watched as you slowly lost consciousness, your eyes losing the spark of curiosity in them that he adored.

You blinked a few times, each time your eyes getting heavier and harder to keep open. You gave him a meek smile and croaked out, “When the sun rises again, will you find me?”

Rapid tears fell from both your eyes and his as he leaned his head into your chest, “I’ll find you.”

You looked into the sky with lazy eyes before shutting them for the final time. Your neck fell backwards, and your breathing stopped; Sukuna felt your heart’s final beat. Feeling your soul leave your body, he let out a loud scream into your chest that could be heard from miles away.

He sobbed into your cold body, only to lift his head with a newfound rage that has set his body on fire. His tearstained face spoke millions of words, all of them meaning the same thing: destruction. He laid your body against Ryko, kissing your forehead and whispering, “I’ll be back.”

Standing up with your blood staining his hands and torso, he morphed into his full form. His lips spread into a devilish smile as he ran his hands through his hair. His speed was almost at light, taking off into the forest while chasing the horse tracks in the snow.

The sorcerers rode at a fast pace, but it wasn’t fast enough. Sukuna passed them up, turning on his heels to face the oncoming horses. When they got close enough, he raised both of his hands and grabbed onto the horses’ heads, pushing them down into the ground. Both the horses and sorcerers riding them died from the impact, striking fear into the other sorcerers following behind them.

“TURN, NOW!” One yelled out before their head was ripped from their body by Sukuna’s hands. He called out with a demonic look in his eyes, “Don’t be afraid to come out my friends!” Curses of all grades came out from behind trees, sending everyone into a panic.

“SPREAD OUT!” A female sorcerer yelled out, making Sukuna turn. He ran into the horse, sending her and the horse flying into a tree. She let out a loud scream of pain as the horse landed on her legs, rendering her powerless. Sukuna approached her, bending down to be eye level with her as she panicked.

He tilted his head, “The person you happened to kill was my partner. And a partner is a man’s peace, but when they are taken, they become a man’s rage.” He grabbed her hair, ripping her body in half. “If they cannot live, nobody can! Women, children, and men alike! IT’S GOING TO BE A MASSACRE!”

Curses killed the sorcerers left and right, slaughtering both them and their horses. Ryomen Sukuna has died, but the king of curses has been born. Curses obeyed his every command in fear of his jujutsu techniques and inhumane abilities. The beginning of his world domination had just begun…

Over a thousand years has passed since that day, which brings Sukuna to the present. Yuji was in conversation with Megumi and Nobara, while Sukuna was off wondering around in Yuji’s head. However, a certain name caught his attention.

“Yeah! I heard they use an ancient technique called ‘Somnium Nexium’, it’s only been seen a handful of times in the last few hundred years.” Nobara chanted while walking with her friends.

Sukuna turned his head at the sound, awakening on Yuji’s face, “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“Sukuna, go back!” Yuji yelled, groaning at the annoying curse.

He snapped back, “Oh shut the hell up. I heard Somnium Nexium.”

Megumi spoke, “There’s a new student. They use that power.”

“I bet your old ass has seen it before,” Nobara laughed.

Sukuna growled, “Matter of fact I have, and this brat could probably kill all of you with just one hand.”

Nobara’s shoulders shot up at his words, while Megumi cringed at the fact he’s most likely right. Yuji was just interested in getting to see them like the others though. However, the day was near its end, and everyone was heading into their rooms for the night. Yuji might have slept like a baby, but Sukuna stayed up in his mind all night.

He wanted to believe there was a possibility that it could be you, but from what the kids said, other people have been seen using the same ability. Wanting to dismiss the idea, Sukuna tried to not think on it and instead walk around Yuji’s head to annoy him, but that failed.

Night faded into day as the stars kissed the sky good morning. Another day began, and nothing was out of the usual. Just Sukuna being pissed he’s still in Yuji’s body after all of this time and training per usual.

Yuji made his way out of the dormitories after getting dressed, heading outside to see where Megumi was. He was also hoping to run into the new student so he could get to brag to Nobara that he meant them first. While walking down the outside corridor, Yuji pulled out his phone to text the group chat. In the midst of typing, he bumped into a student wearing a navy Hakama with a black kimono, the traditional sword training outfit for students.

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“Oh sor- Wait a second, you must be the new student! I’m Yuji Itadori.” He quickly bowed, giving you a large smile. Sukuna snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing Yuji’s thoughts when running into you; He hastily said within his mind, “Enchain!”

The sun took its place a tad higher in the sky to where it beamed against you. Your skin had a warm tone to it as the sun reflected into your eyes to create a small glint. Bowing your head as Sukuna took over Yuji’s body, you raised your head with closed eyes and smiled, “I’m Y/n L/n.”

When you opened your eyes, Yuji’s body had switched into Sukuna’s. It startled you before remembering that he was Sukuna’s vessel; yet it also felt as if you have meant Sukuna before. “You must be Sukuna. I feel honored that the king of curses took over Yuji just to see me,” you said with tremendous amounts of sarcasm.

Sukuna was speechless, his breathing going shaky at the sight of you. “Is it really you?”

You raised a brow while crossing your arms, “What are you talking about?”

He walked forward, wanting to get a closer look at your facial features. However, him walking closer caused you to back up out of discomfort. Your back hit against the railing of the wooden pathway, making you nervous. You snapped with a serious tone while ungloving your hands behind your back, “What do you want?!”

There was no response, just wide eyes, and a wide mouth. “Hey!” You yelled, but there was no response. Out of fear, you pulled your hand out and tried to grab his wrist to show something to scare him, but he already knew your move. Sukuna caught you by the wrist, then examined it to see if it was the same hand you had before.

Your eyes widened at how he knew what you were going to do, making fear begin to take over your body. “Don’t be afraid,” he spoke while moving your hand to his lower cheek. “Just… try to remember me.” So many questions ran throughout your mind, such as how did he know that people’s faces are what she touches? Either way, you were too afraid to decline what he was implying, so you closed your eyes at the same time as him.

The connection opened, allowing you to go into his memories. You walked around his mind, seeing yourself from his eyes whenever you first meant him over 1000 years ago. The memories flashed before your eyes, not understanding why you see yourself and how that was possible. Every bitter, sweet, intimate, aggressive, happy, and sad moment he ever had with you flashed before your eyes.

Colors you had never even seen before flashed past your eyes, showing you every detail of every moment you ever experienced with Sukuna. You saw a memory of yourself holding a bow and arrow, aiming it at a deer from far in the forest. When you took the shot, it struck the deer into the side.

You relaxed your shoulders, sighing in relief at making the hit. Sukuna watched with his arms crossed, “There’s so many ways that I love you, but by far my favorite way to love you is to watch you.”

With the roll of your eyes and a small smirk, you blushed and playfully punched his shoulder, “Let’s go get our dinner.”

Sukuna “loved” you? The sensations your body felt were foreign, making you feel nervous. There were moments where he held onto your hand while taking a walk through the forest, followed by other moments of him training with you in meadows. The moments you would hug his bare torso would turn into moments of intimacy, while moments of petty arguments would turn into moments of him holding you.

Love was the only thing you could feel from these memories. It was love that drove him to commit his crimes, and it was love when he would sit alone and ponder on what he’d do if he ever saw you again. He imagined that he would hug you tighter than he ever did before, destroy the world with you, and tell you everything he didn’t get to tell you before.

A squeezing sensation pained your heart, making you become so overwhelmed that you ripped away from the link. Sukuna looked into your eyes, seeing that curious look he saw in your eyes all those centuries ago when you first meant him in the forest. Shaking with anxiety, you moved forward to slowly wrap your arms over his body. He followed into the embrace, squeezing your back with his muscular arms while crying into your shoulder.

It felt unreasonable to fall into being the person you were in a past life, but you felt all the things he felt for you back then. Seeing his memories opened so many things in your life, when all along you thought you were just some regular jujutsu sorcerer who is the new kid at this school. In truth, you were never normal; seeing his memories just proves that. You grew up having dreams as a child that were always too blurry to see anything, but looking back you now understand that those weren’t dreams; They were your past.

When you closed your eyes, everything in your mind went blank. Upon opening them, they looked the same but had a slight change of hue that was barely noticeable. You pushed Sukuna away from you, starting to feel your old memories flood back in. He looked at you with a confused expression, not understanding what you were doing until you grabbed his face.

Your hands held his cheeks as you examined his eyes, “Sukuna? Is it really you?” You moved his face to see all the angles of his structure, trying to see if this was him. “Oh…,” There was hesitation in your eyes before tears began to fall from them, “You found me…” Sukuna pulled you back into the tight embrace of each other’s arms, holding onto one another like the world is falling apart around you.

From behind the corner, Megumi and Nobara watched with worried looks painted across their face. She whispered, “I feel like something bad just happened.”

There was rage within you, feeling your insides ache at the memory of how you died coming back to you. You were still the same person before gaining your memories back, but now enlightened of who you really were. Sukuna pulled back from the hug, looking beyond your eyes and into your soul. He could see the hungry look of vengeance within you.

Sukuna felt his time nearing its end as Yuji was fighting to come back in. He quickly held onto your shoulders with a crazed look in his crimson eyes, “Y/n, in due time we will take our revenge. Me and you, we will destroy the world.”

The next time the sun rises for Sukuna will be the last time it rises for the world.

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