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obeythebutler · 2 years ago

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Dateables Protecting MC

WARNING: Violence, Spoilers for all the characters.

DIAVOLO

You're supposed to be safe here, Diavolo affirms.

He had R.A.D. established right in his domain, in his capital, so that demons could be civilised (at least according to human rules of morality) and some familiarity could be achieved.

Every professor in this institution had been nitpicked, each student noted on paper. Appropriate measures taken to ensure safety—no fighting, no ragging, no running around unnecessarily—but what can you expect from demons.

It's hard to keep nature bound in chains.

What Diavolo didn't fathom was that some demons would have the temerity to lay a hand on the human exchange student.

His eyebrows furrow as he stops, a reticent smile still on his face. The students in front of him freeze; in the middle of having their academic documents signed by him.

"Please excuse me," He says, looking down at the demons. "I have a meeting to attend right now. Give the documents to Barbatos, and I'll stamp them by tomorrow." The students nod, bowing before leaving the room.

Although he should wait at least long enough so that they are out of sight to avoid suspicion, Diavolo can't wait, won't wait—

The safety perimeters around the campus have been breached.

Normally Barbatos or Lucifer would have taken care of such a situation, but Lucifer is back home and his butler is currently torturing a painfully arrogant noble in the Underground Labyrinth.

And it's Diavolo's magic which had formed the protective barriers, so that the Prince would know the affairs going around his academy. If it were ordinary demons he would have ignored the warnings and let the Council Members handle it, but it's a human which has breached the boundaries.

And there's only one mortal human in the Devildom. Solomon would have teleported, not blatantly ignored the infernal magic in the air.

The students lingering in the hallway step aside when they see their Prince walking with a sense of urgency to him. Diavolo knows they will gossip about him later, rumours will spread, but when they have not?

He only hopes you are unharmed.

He rushes past the gardens, disturbing the soil and the plants there. Devildom canaries, which normally would have produced the melody that the President of the Student Council loved to listen to are absent.

From what he's taught and what he knows, silence is ominous.

The forest behind the academy constricts on itself, as if wanting to hide away itself from outsiders. Still, Diavolo ignores, and forces the branches to wring away from each other and for the dense foliage to give way.

Or else he will burn the place to the ground.

You stumble on the the uneven ground, finding that the wind isn't enough to protect you against fire. Damn those demon, you grit your teeth and resume enforcing your boundary, careful to not any of the flames singe your clothes, so flammable.

The being in front of you sneers before breaking the boundaries that you had just enforced.

Fuck.

Hastily you deflect the demon's attack, but the spell drains much of your human energy, and you fall on the stones below.

"I'd suggest you go back from whichever came you crept out from," You mutter, noticing the soil that clings to the demon's hands and legs. "Besides, things might not end well for you."

"Says the pathetic human dragging themselves on the earth."

He advances further, and your heartbeat quickens when you realise just how sharp his nails are. It reminds you of talons, like that one time you watched a human-world documentary with your demons about an eagle tearing into the flesh of a fish with their talons.

He swipes at you, and you manage to get up and turn in time to avoid a lethal blow, but you underestimate his agility.

The demon's foot collides into your back, and the force of it makes you fall flat on the ground. You groan, the pain intensified with your head banging on one of the rocks.

"Weak, pathetic human," He hums above you, and when you open your mouth to cast an incantation that will make your attacker be thrown two-hundred leagues into the vast forest, he steps on your leg.

Fuck. It hurts, it hurts, it fucking hurts—

There's a weight above you, and the fiend has now placed himself above you, and unfortunately for you demon biology dictates that demons be faster, stronger and heavier.

"Should have known better than to wander into the forest all alone," He mutters, and you feel his breath on your neck. "Lost, little lamb. Foolish human."

He sits up, his weight constricting your chest, rendering you unable to breathe properly.

"Where did your pacts go now, huh?" The demon taunts, scraping his nails against your back, and it draws blood. You hiss. "Where did the Avatars go now?"

Your hands come in contact with rocks. Small, jagged pieces, and you don't waste a moment further before throwing it above you.

From what you can deduce, one of the pieces has hit him right in an eye, given the way he spits and curses. "Insolent human!" A curse, and the sound of a snarl makes your blood run cold.

All words leave you in that moment. You freeze, expecting teeth to tear into your throat, but instead you feel the demon being hauled off your back.

"And to think one of my nobles would betray me this way."

A familiar voice, and when you are able to turn and be grateful to be able to breathe properly once again, you look up and see the fiend hanging in the air.

Diavolo, you can't help but mumble.

The demon's face is starting to turn pale, given the way the Prince is gripping him by his neck effortlessly. He struggles and kicks, but it's futile.

You've never seen Diavolo so angry before. The calm veneer he usually had has disappeared, replaced by furrowed brows and an anger that makes you tremble in fear.

Even the forest, which had seemed so constricting and so secretive earlier has opened up, as if for the rightful heir of the Devildom. Or maybe that's just his magic.

"You dare harm them?" A threat and a question, and you think you hear bones cracking.

But then Diavolo throws him down, rendering such a blow that the demon is rendered unconscious, lying haphazardly on the forest floor.

The Prince breathes in deeply, as if trying to contain his anger, and then he turns to you.

"Did he hurt you?"

"Was about to," You say, getting up with Diavolo's help. "Thanks," You say, as if it's a normal day in your life to be attacked by demons, but hey, that's what your life was in the House of Lamentation when you first came here.

You can't be blamed for being indifferent to some violence and threats on your life.

"How did you find me?" You ask as he checks you over for any injuries that may have gone unnoticed by you. "I thought I was sneaky."

"At the wrong time and at the wrong place." Diavolo breathes out, and you notice how his shoulders sag. "Certainly, a forest of all places to cause mischief? You could have been injured or killed."

"I know, Dia, I know," You say, dusting off dirt from your clothes. "I thought I was safe here."

"Well, a forest is not exactly a safe place to be in," He chastises, but places a hand on your shoulder all the same. "Why didn't you call for the brothers?"

You turn away, embarassed.

"Didn't want to appear weak," You pout, not quite able to meet his eyes. "But I think I should have—"

"What could have happened to you if I hadn't come on time?" Diavolo questions, and his tone is serious. Gone is the friendliness you're accustomed to from him. "Why did you sneak away?"

"I'm sorry. I just wanted a moment to myself, and there are so many restrictions as to where I can go about in the Devildom, I just wanted some peace." You apologise, hugging the demon. "I'll be more careful next time."

Diavolo breathes out, and then there are his own arms enveloping you, until you're pressed against him.

"I apologise too," A sincere apology, squeezing you softly.

There's only so much Diavolo can do too. He can enforce rules, regulations, punishments, but in the end, you can't change the perceptions of others so easily now, can you?

And Diavolo wants to be a just ruler. Unlike his father, who spurred by grief and hatred made his son what he is today, but Diavolo did not turn out like his father. The Prince doesn't want to repeat the sins of his predecessors.

He will work towards unifying the three realms, he affirms. He will work towards a world where you can roam around safe, where he and you can exist peacefully.

Diavolo vows as he holds you close.

And blame it on nature, but the demon can't help but drift his gaze towards the unconscious demon on the floor. Given lex talionis in Devildom law, it is only fair that a special chamber in the Underground Labyrinth be prepared for the perpetrator of such a grave offence.

BARBATOS

When the butler had embarked upon another pilgrimage to the port market, he was expecting to purchase some fresh tapir for dinner.

The Young Master has expressed a desire for it, and so went Barbatos to the market. And again, it gives him an excuse to procure more goods. The demon walks and walks, past Majolish with its alluring glitter and R.A.D. with its elaborate pillars. Students would be having their clubs around this time, and night shops being set up. He navigates past them with the ease of a man who has traversed these routes since millennia, and he would know them blind.

He knows he has reach the market when the scent of the sea greets him.

And like a man on a mission, the demon buys fresh tapir first. Freshly cut and stored, and takes care to avoid bumping into the other demons around. They know better than to anger their Prince's butler, with his enigmatic smile and polite mannerisms.

There's a special side devoted to human-world spices. Cinnamon, star anise, cumin, mustard, bay leaves.....and the list goes on.

Barbatos expects a crowd consisting of demons from various layers. He doesn't expect you.

You'd almost blend in, if not for the malice radiating from the lessor demon that is gripping your wrist with such tenacity that it is sure to leave bruises. Your expression is one of panic, brows furrowed and eyes widened, and the demon's a leer.

"What the hell," You hiss, attempting to pry yourself out of the iron grip the demon has you in. "Can't anyone in the Devildom just let me live in peace?!"

"Can't ever catch the human alone with those Avatars around. Always thought your soul would be delicious, and the fear radiating from you makes it even more delectable."

"I think you've had enough for today."

The demon turns their head in surprise, not having anticipated being called out in a crowd. And the smug expression on their face disappears when they realise that they've been caught by none other than Barbatos. The expression on their face changes briefly before being replaced by a calm veneer.

"Ah, Barbatos, should have known you were found of human goods so much."

"It would be in your interest to let go of them right now." A threat, spoken with a smile.

The being in front of him wanes briefly; but doesn't let go. You focus your gaze on Barbatos instead, and watch the man for any signal to act.

"And what if I don't?" The demon scowls, baring their canines. "What if I want to feast upon the human's soul?"

The butler smiles. "I'd like to see you try."

You realise that the market has now turned silent—the usual cacophony of vendors and customers bargaining has disappeared—replaced by an eerie silence. Demons are watching, and this situation puts more pressure on Barbatos and the demon to act. There's a circle separating you three from the crowd, and you think you hear a camera shutter going off somewhere.

It would be all over Devilgram by now.

When you catch the butler's eye, he nods, and you get the signal to act. You utter the words under your breath, and by the demon hears them, its too late.

".....spirit of wind, protect me."

They fall flat on the ground, an invisible barrier now separating you both.

"Fucking hell," They groan, getting up. "The human's more bold than I thought, huh?"

A clawed hand reveals itself, and the demon pounces.

You flinch, but find that the attack is not meant for you, but Barbatos.

....He's as cool as ever.

"Cat got your tongue?" He asks, having successfully thrown the demon on the ground with a swipe of his hand. "You were so arrogant before."

They attempt to stand, but they aren't able to. Their legs won't support their weight, and they're trembling so much—was that a paralysing spell?

The crowd watches, and no doubt that the demon is being recorded, or going live on the net right now, for everyone to see them humiliated. And it provides solid evidence of their crimes.

Demons know to stay out of the way of those more powerful. But some are foolish, undoubtedly so, and hence must learn their place.

It sometimes entails choking on bitter medicine.

There's a crackle of magic in the air, you recognise, after having been through countless lessons with Solomon. Something powerful yet subtle.

Barbatos.

Ah, so that is a result of his transformation into his demon form.

"You will be punished suitably, as your Lord deems fitting," He declares, letting his tail whip around in the air. "And the consequences will be severe."

His demon form is meant to bring his point home. No threats against you will be taken lightly. They will be met with the gravest of punishments, and sanctioned by the de-facto ruler of the Devildom.

"But I'll leave you here for a while—to ponder on your transgressions."

The demon can only protest, scream, cry, beg, but Barbatos will not budge. And even before they fear Barbatos, they fear public humiliation and punishment by the Avatars. They've heard of the time when the seven lords had strangled a group of incubi at the academy effortlessly, and it his perhaps his bad luck that they happen to be near Ristorante Six. Which is reserved for an event for the members of the student council today. How unfortunate.

"Did they hurt you?" Barbatos asks, expression neutral.

"I'm just a little shaken-up, that's all." You smile, attempting to convince the demon. "Couldn't help but feel a bit bad for the demon. Isn't leaving them like that too harsh?"

"Oh, not at all," He chuckles. "We demons are quite resilient, you see. What a fall from an eight floor building may do to a human body will only result in a few scratches or bruises at worst."

So that explains Lucifer's punishments...

"I think we can leave them, in that case," You declare, massaging your forehead. "They were being creepy."

"And it shall happen no more."

"I know, Barb, because of you." You say, and he only smiles. "Now, I think you should continue with your shopping. It's getting late—what are you looking at? Go away and leave us alone!" You address the crowd which gapes at you both, and they reluctantly disperse, a murmur passing through the demons.

"Would you like to help me with some of the groceries?" Barbatos asks.

There has already been one timeline where they all lost you—to hatred and anger. Quickly replaced by another you. But that doesn't help the nightmares that sometimes plague them all, even Barbatos is not spared.

And if there is even a single possibility where you are happy and safe in the Devildom, the demon will give all he has to make it into a reality.

Because he has grown to love you.

SIMEON

When you don't turn up for your promised sleepover, Simeon begins to get worried.

He thinks you're late, at first, having your time jeopardised by one of the brothers. Maybe Mammon roped you into one of his schemes again, and now Lucifer would be chasing after you both. The thought makes him giggle, for that is quite possible.

Or maybe you would have been tired and have fallen asleep.

Simeon begins to fret when the clock strikes nine, and he's just finished making himself a cup of hellfire rose tea. The beverage is supposed to soothe his nerves, but it does little to calm the growing restless in his mind.

He sends you a message, but you don't reply.

And when even Lucifer, the one demon that is the most level-headed out of all his brothers denies having seen you at home, stating that you had left an hour earlier, Simeon begins to grow panicked.

But he forces himself to calm down, and then the two brothers no more set out to search for you.

He picks up his cape and sets out, asking Solomon to take care of Luke for the time being, and keep an eye out if you come home in his absence.

"Don't tell Luke yet," He mutters, and Solomon nods. Simeon knows the sorcerer will search for you through his own unconventional methods.

His mind retraces the way to the House of Lamentation, the cobblestone slippery due to the recent rains. There's a slight chill in the air, and so the angel wraps his cape around himself tighter.

Living in the Devildom means that his eyes have grown accustomed to the perpetual darkness, so unlike that of the Celestial Realm. Even now so, Simeon is aware that he's far too bright for demon's eyes. It makes him more vulnerable to dangers in this realm, but Simeon doesn't care.

He's got no time to waste. One hand still clutches his D.D.D. in hopes of you calling him.

Flitting through these streets aimlessly makes him restless.

And that is a feeling that Simeon already had enough of.

A twig breaks nearby, and the angel's eyes dart towards the dense foliage, towards the forest that leads to the other levels in the Devildom. It's a foreign place for him, and he doesn't know whether he'll be even to able get inside.

But he walks in anyways.

Just like he did millennia ago, when the ground seemed to shake and Michael stormed the hallways, demanding to know who had freed Lilith from the dungeon.

And he'd refused to participate in the war which had led to their sister's demise.

Why must it be a sin to love.

Even now, when Simeon steals a glance at Celestial weapons, it seems to him that they reek of sin, stained with the blood of their kin.

He forces himself to swallow the lump in his throat and continue on the unfamiliar path, and stops abruptly. The earth, dampened by rain, has fresh footprints.

Simeon narrows his eyes.

You open your eyes groggily.

It was a bad idea to let yourself go to Purgatory hall alone, but you had managed to convince Lucifer after half an hour of bribing him with vinyl records and Demonus that the demon had finally agreed to let you go, but on the condition that you would keep sending him texts to assure him that you were safe.

Ugh, after this he won't even let you step one foot out of the house without himself or his brothers.

Bless their hearts, but a human also needs alone time.

You'd managed to make it halfway to Purgatory Hall, but then you'd inhaled something in the air. It made you light-headed, and the last thing you remember was footsteps rapidly advancing before you blanked out.

You let your eyes wander. It's a forest, but its not the one you're familiar with in the Devildom. The environment is strange, and it leaves an unsettling feeling churning in the pit of your stomach.

You can fend off any animals here, that's for sure. But again, the most dangerous beings in a forest are those that walk on two feet.

"Whosoever kidnapped me, it was a bad idea."

You say out loud, hoping they hear. When no reply comes, you continue. "I was supposed to be warm and comfortable right now, but you've succeeded in hindering my plans. Loser."

"Shut your whining."

The voice sounds like the rumble of stones falling down a cliff, and it hurts your ears. You finally let yourself get up, dusting your clothes from the soil that clings to them.

Something tilts your chin upwards, and you shriek.

"What the fuck?!" You exclaim, trying to push off what seems like an invisible wall from you. You can't see the offending demon, they seem to have some special sort of abilities—being invisible—and it does not have good intentions in mind.

And, to make matters worse, your cheek is bleeding, from where it had clawed at you.

"First time I'm seeing a human here," It croaks, from somewhere around you, and you can't find out where the voice is coming from. "Knew the Prince had a programme, but he never included the other layers of the Devildom in it."

It almost sounds like the demon is fuming.

"Are we not his subjects?" He seethes, and something lunges at you. It grabs your throat, and you're grateful for the spell you had from Satan to defend yourself.

You hastily mutter the words, as much as they allow you, until the demon is sent flying back, or what you presume, given there's no longer invisible hands around your throat. A shudder escapes your body, and it brings back memories you would not want to relive again.

"Whatever vendetta you have against your Prince, sort it out with him. Not me." You cough, your voice hoarse. "Otherwise I'll be forced to attack you."

"You?" It drawls on, seemingly amused, and you prepare yourself for another attempt. "A human?"

Then they're awfully silent again.

You hate it.

You can't tell where the demon is, and there are no streetlights here, and the forest is so unfamiliar, and with the adrenaline running through your veins, it does little to help you.

A twig breaks somewhere, and you whip your head towards the source.

There's a guttural roar, and then your surroundings seem to brighten up all of a sudden, so much that it forces you to shut your eyes. You hear leaves rustling, a shuffle taking place, and you think you hear arcane murmurings—

You force yourself to open your eyes.

And your conscience did not prepare you for this sight.

There's a demon on the floor. Finally visible, you sigh in relief, but you can't make out their features. And Simeon stands over it.

His back is turned towards you, so you can't see his expression.

"You dared to harm them?" Simeon utters, and the words have a menacing tone to it. "I will not tolerate this."

The demon shrinks backwards, as much as their hands and legs let them ago, trying to back away and away and away from an angel that radiates wrath.

"You deserve to be punished."

Angels were created to do God's bidding. Protect the righteous, execute judgement and serve.

Justice is blind.

And so is anger sometimes.

Maybe other angels would have been forgiving, you think. Perhaps Raphael would have let a rain of spears rain down on the fool and present them to Diavolo, or maybe Michael would serve Divine Judgement.

But you are a human amongst demons.

And there is an angel in front of you.

An angel who has eons of wrath bottled up in him.

But he's not all-forgiving.

You can't see what happening, but Simeon bends down to whisper something into the demon's ear, and you can hear the fellow whimpering at his words.

He stands up again, and turns his gaze towards you.

"Close your eyes, please," Simeon says, and you hear him snarl, but you choose to ignore it all the same.

He's never going to be the same after this, you conclude, as the demon's screams reach a crescendo. You know the angel is on the precipice of falling.

Seraphim to archangel. Archangel to an ordinary human. Human to demon?

Is it love that will lead Simeon to fall, or the very ground on which he had established his angel-hood?

Wrath chokes you, makes the air thick and foreboding. It's alike Satan's rage, which spills over, and results in destruction. But the fear radiating from Simeon is something else, ancient anger which has been left to simmer for too long and has turned poisonous.

You had closed your eyes. Like a good lamb.

But you opened them too soon.

"Little lamb," He whispers, helping you stand. "Are you alright? There's blood on your cheek."

You think its guilt on Simeon's face. He's refusing to look at you now, choosing to instead stare at the moon which paints you both monochrome.

"I'm sorry," You say, trying your best to lighten the mood. "But thank you. I'm okay, it doesn't hurt."

"Still....you don't mind seeing me like this?" He hesitates, words trailing off in a whisper. Doubt fills Simeon's heart, but when you hold his hand so gently he caves in.

"Let's go home."

You don't tell Simeon that you saw white feathers turn black. You'll love him all the same—angel, demon or human.

SOLOMON

Maybe Solomon has a penchant for sensing danger.

Blame it on being protective, but he knew he could not stand back and watch you venture into Siren beach alone. He knows it is an important assignment, a vital part of your training to become a renowned sorcerer under his tutelage. Solomon knows you are worthy, knows you are formidable, but you're still learning.

And he would hate to see you hurt.

So when the protective charm he had placed on you secretly breaks, Solomon drops the vial of hellfire mushroom essence on the floor and stains his carpet.

He curses in a language that human ears have not heard in a very long time, mutters a spell under his breath and creates a portal.

Long ago, he would have checked twice before entering any newly-manifested portal. But he learnt and learnt and made mistakes, and now, Solomon can recite the incantation in his sleep.

His room blurs and disappears and the very air seems to change, and then the sorcerer lands on sand.

Solomon dislikes the ocean.

It brings up memories he'd rather forget, and the smell of sand and salt in the air stirs something foreign inside of him. It twists his heart into knots, but he brushes off the feeling and continues towards where your magic is the strongest.

A siren's song echoes in the distance, and Solomon takes caution and blocks that noise from his ears.

It makes humans mad.

Your scream is the first thing that reaches his ears, and he teleports.

"Make it stop!" You garble out, barely managing to cover your ears while the sirens crowd around you. They all have leers on their faces, and their lips keep moving, singing songs which will drive you to insanity.

Thankfully he can't hear, but oh fuck, he didn't teach you any spells that would keep the worst of the chorus out.

A pang of guilt strikes him. How could he be this negligent?

You look at him so scared, so helpless, so defeated—

Eons ago, he was like you too. Scared and doubtful, until he made himself a king and earned wisdom which granted him everything else, everything but death.

"Get away from them!" He shouts, eyebrows furrowed.

The sirens steal a look at him, and freeze, confused at a human which is not affected by their voice.

"Strange," One says, with seaweed in her hair. "A mortal who is not maddened yet."

He strides towards them, until he's managed to be close enough to whisper the words in your ear that will protect you against their songs, and watches as you mutter the words he says and then sigh.

"Let us be, we are no ordinary humans."

"That makes the hunt irresistible." They reply, and Solomon smiles, and shares a look with you.

"They think we'll fall in no time," He chuckles, hand under his chin. "Want to show them who we are, MC?"

You grin. "Gladly."

Then one lunges, nails and teeth far sharper than on any siren he's seen before. He recites a chant under his breath, and she falls back, into the sea.

"Warned you."

The others hiss.

You ignore the adrenaline running through your veins and focus on the remaining sirens, reciting a hex that you learnt with the sorcerer a month ago.

"......let them be singed."

There's a shriek, and it seems to be coming from all directions—the sirens all retreat into the water, your spell having done its job.

You stare until the surface calms, still not trusting yourself to face Solomon. You're trembling slightly, and you were so scared that you were going to die—

"It's okay." Solomon whispers, voice weak. You turn around to gaze at him, the sound of waves hitting rocks a background melody. He's smiling, but there's desperation in his eyes. He's hiding his true emotions right now, and aren't you doing the same?

The sorcerer hides his face into the crook of your neck, and you feel him press his lips to the skin there. He shudders, and you don't comment on it.

"I should have taught you the spell before letting you come here," He whispers, his voice breaking off at the end. "I had almost lost you there. Forgive me."

You wrap your arms around him. "It's okay," You a press a kiss to his head. "I'm safe, you're safe, we are safe." You hope Solomon is comforted by your words, given he's never let himself be so vulnerable with you before.

"You'll grow to be as powerful as me." The man chuckles, breathing deeply. Relief floods his body, and now that the adrenaline has worn off it leaves Solomon lethargic. "My sorcerer..."

He just want to be with you.

"We should go home," You suggest, noticing the chill in the air. "It's getting late. The sirens may return.."

"You can take care of them just fine now, can't you?"

"Now now, don't get too chummy with me."

BONUS: LUKE

Sorry Luke—

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grahstumhurts · 21 days ago

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4. "The stars, They rival your beauty"

Cheerleader!Megan x Loser Band member! Reader

Rekindling Masterlist

“And we are here” You announce as you park your car. Megan reaches behind the front seats to grab the grocery bags, The plastic rustling slightly. “I need to go and get the blankets from the back,” You hop out of the car and pop the trunk, two fleece blankets in rolls.

“You sure we're allowed to be out here this late?” She looks at the gate of the park entrance,

“It should be fine, I’ve been here before at this time”

“Oh so you’ve brought other girls here?” She jokes, “and what did you two do here alone in the dark at the park?”

“What is done in the park, stays in the park.” You shrug, Smugly smiling at her as you slip past the gate.

You two walk in silence, the sounds of your footsteps and the bags brushing together are one of the only things besides the sounds of nature and your breathing.

“It’s really pretty out tonight.” She sighs, Looking up at the stars.

“The stars are more clear because we are further from the city.” You roll out a blanket on a flat patch of grass. “Light pollution and all that ruins the sight.” You splay out on the blanket.

“Taking up all the space I see?” She giggles at your position and pulls out her phone to snap a photo.

“Come down here, The stars look so pretty.” You reach your hand out to her, She takes it and allows herself to be gently dragged down to your level. Her head resting on your chest.

“You can see the Gemini constellation from here.” You point out a grouping of stars.

“You're such a nerd.” She mumbles, Holding your hand and tracing the lines in your palm.

“It’s not nerd shit to know fun facts.” You reach for the snack bag and pull out her cookies. “I’m gonna eat all your fox cookies for that insult” You snicker,

“No! Those are off limits!” She climbs on top of you to try and snatch them out of your hand, You wave your arm out of her reach. She pins your wrist down onto the ground, grabbing her cookie packet out of your hand. You pause and observe both your positions,

“This looks very suspicious from a distance.”

“Does it now?” She leans closer to your face, You can feel her breath fanning across your face. You notice every freckle in her face, the light eyebags under her eyes, she is all you can focus on. The way her pupils enlarge slightly and flicker between your eyes and your lips. The smell of sweat and grass masked her drifting scent of her shampoo and perfume.

She clears her throat, “Sorry, That was kind of weird” She backs away and sits next to you. As much as you wanna ignore the energy in the air, it's apparent the both of you can't.

“What did we end up buying?” you scavenge through the bag, searching for a drink of some sort.

“I think I bought some chips or something.” She grabs some turtle chips, “I’ve been seeing these on tiktok and wanted to try them.”

“Tell me if they are good or not, Haven't seen them before.” You lie back, admiring the stars above. You hear a slight crunch and gasp from her,

“Oh my god these are so good what the fuck?!” Her eyes wide, “Try it” She shoves her fingers towards your mouth, a singular layered chip with specks of sugar crystals on top held between her fingers. You open your mouth and allow her to place the chip between your lips, Immediately tasting its brown sugar flavour and cinnamon spice.

“Wait, that's amazing?” You're shocked at the amount of flavour that can come out of one package product.

You both slowly eat together the snacks that you bought, Enjoying the silence and solitude of the park while also appreciating the presence of the two of you. Megan ends up with her head on your chest while you both lay on the blankets, Just staring into the sky. When different constellations come to your recognition you point them out, Guiding her hand to point where it was.

“I had a great time, Thank you” Megan says, walking back to your car holding the trash in one hand. She gives her signature smile, this moment is immediately saved in your mind.

“No problem.” You open the car door for her and run over to your side.

Your car stops just in front of Megan’s driveway, You two sit in silence for a good thirty seconds before she turns to you.

“Thank you for tonight,” She fidgets with her hands, Before you reach out and hold them in yours.

“You’ll just have to take me out on a date soon as well.” She laughs tiredly, grabbing hold of her bags and stepping out of the car.

“I’ll text you later. Okay?” She waves you off before running into her house. You cant help but feel the fullness in your chest overflow, It’s hard to push down feelings when she acts this way especially since the two of you almost kissed. Keyword Almost.

Thursday comes and you're exhausted, Overthinking takes a toll on one's mind doesn't it. Your sitting in Daniela's garage like usual, scribbling down some lyrics as they mess around. “By now you would have finished writing, Whats up?” Dani sits beside you, she sees right through your mask of normalcy.

“Promise you wont make fun of me.” You sigh, rubbing your forehead

“Do you even know me?”

“That's true i guess” Knowing the whole group they’d make a spectacle of your whole situation, first convincing them after 10 years of knowing meant you were over your feelings for her, then having to fake date her, and finally nearly kissing her.

“I have a feeling I already know what's going on.” She rests her chin on your shoulder, Quietly sighing as she reads over your notebook. “I mean this whole song is basically telling me already how you feel, About Megan and all that.” She's caught you, Like a fish in a trap. Helpless and knowing what comes next. “Your not exactly slick, i mean i knew you were a helpless romantic but i didn't think you were this helpless”

“I have to fake date her, for her friends.” You chuckle at how stupid it sounds in retrospect, “I guess it made me realise how i was most definitely not over her.”

“It’s okay to still have feelings for her, you do realise that right?” She sits up, Turning your shoulders to make you face her and forcing you to hold eye contact. “You spent the last ten years of your life pining for her and now you kinda have what you wanted all along? Not exactly surprising that you still like her.” She shrugs,

“Part of me wants it to be real to her too, I feel like theres some part of her that wants it as much i do.”

“Even if you want her with all your heart, You cant make someone want you back. As sad as it sounds its true.” She points her finger at your heart, “Deep down in that loser mopey heart of yours, You know what to do.” She walks off, patting your shoulder. At this point your brain is an echo chamber, You can't Make someone want you back. That's what scares you the most. Its frightening to be wrong, especially when you have something as important as a ten year friendship on the line. But at the same time, If you two are meant to only be friends,

What's the harm in asking for more?

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normal-person-i-promise · 8 months ago

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overcoat

inspired by!!

"...Arataka. What are you doing."

Your tone is flat; unimpressed, as he slides one arm out of his coat, leaving the other in.

"...Making sure my beloved employee doesn't freeze her little fingers off, that's what."

He grins at you, a mischievous glint in his eye as he lays the side of the coat he isn't wearing onto your shoulder, shoving your arm in.

i havent written anything for a while so this. might not be up to par with my usual stuff

edited to change reigen to arataka because reigen is his surname i. think

★ ★ ★

Snow pelts against the window as you gaze out the glass, watching the white snowflakes fall to the ground and add to the growing white blanket. The tree's frostbitten branches adorn the sky, their black branches a stark contrast to the almost pure white of the freshly fallen snow.

You can't really focus on the view, though.

Arataka sits at his desk, his legs propped up on the wood. the fading light of the setting sun backlights him, casting a golden rim of light that traces the outline of his body. One leg crossed over the other as he takes slow drags of his cigarette, and his eyes, half-lidded, aren't fixed on you — though yours is fixed on him — as he reads a newspaper, the grey paper crinkling each and every time he adjusts his grip.

You can barely keep yourself from stealing glances at him, trailing your eyes from his shiny leather dress shoes up to where his fingers delicately grasp the cigarette, held close to his mouth.

Thank god he doesn't notice; you're practically drooling over him like some dog.

Arataka calls your name, and the way it flows off his tongue makes your heart skip a beat.

"You can go home now," he says plainly, not looking up at you. He rolls up his newspaper with a hand, setting it on the desk as he brings his legs down.

Not so much as a "how do you do"...

You bring your gaze up to meet his, smiling politely despite your disappointment.

"Thank you," you say to him, beginning to pack what little things you brought.

"Ah... It's snowing quite heavily outside, though..." He mutters to himself, cradling his chin in a hand.

You hum in response as Arataka brings his gaze to look at you, watching as you slip on your jacket.

"Mmm, I suppose I wouldn't mind...

Shall I walk you home?"

It's nothing more than an act of politeness, but it makes your heart flutter. He's usually so... Indifferent to you.

Sure, he's brought you out to eat with him — alone, a few times, but you doubt that really matters to him. Maybe he has heartfelt conversations with you occasionally, his laughs twisting your stomach into knots, but that's just a way of paying his employees.

He's not interested you or anything. He clearly doesn't care, what with how he behaves around you.

Though you can't see it — too preoccupied in wearing your jacket, which is definitely not going to be enough to shield you from the cold — Arataka's scanning your face, analyzing every little feature for some kind of reaction.

Please react in some way, he's screaming to himself. Please tell me that you love me, too.

People are so easy to read! Why are you so hard?!

You finish off buttoning your jacket just as Arataka's done securing his scarf around his neck.

You step out the door, Arataka opening it for you like a gentleman. Your cheeks flush, and it seems like his do, too — but that's just the change in temperature! There's no way he's blushing, right...?

...The walk is relatively quiet. Neither of you really initiate conversation, the both of you more than content to be together in a comfortable silence.

You can't help but steal glances at your employer every now and then. His blonde hair is a wonderful contrast to the pure white of the snow that coats the ground; his eyes, not really taking much in (you're not surprised; he hasn't really expressed much interest in anything) seem to almost... Sparkle, when those dark irises reflect the shimmering white of the snow; his cheeks are flushed from the cold, a lovely colour against the cooler tones of the pathway you both walk on.

You only realize that you've been staring for a few moments too long when his eyes meet yours. Your face heats, and you cast your gaze to the pavement in front of you, trying to ignore the loud beating of your heart in your ears, focusing on the way your boots crunch the snow.

...Out of the corner of your eye, you can still see Arataka. His cheeks seem to... Redden, slightly, before he quickly shifts his eyes to the buildings to his side.

...That must be your imagination, right? There's no way he just... Blushed, right?

You hug yourself slightly, the cold getting a bit much. You really wish you hadn't brought just a thin jacket to keep yourself warm.

Rapidly clenching and unclenching your fists, you can feel your fingers almost fall off regardless of the mittens you wear.

You risk a glance at Arataka.

He seems to be doing fine, based on how he's acting: his hands in his pockets, his gait even... You gaze longingly at the thick coat he wears, and he notices this, grinning smugly.

"Finally regretting your choice of winter clothes, huh?"

You blush, huffing in annoyance as you shove your hands in your jacket's pockets.

"Oh, come on. I'm fine."

He hums uncertainly at your words, fixing you with a worried look for a moment before it's wiped off his face, replaced with indifference, maybe even annoyance.

"You should plan for the future more often. You need to think of all the ways things could go wrong, so that you can prepare for them before they happen and take you by surprise."

You roll your eyes at his words. Of course he'd use this as an opportunity to lecture you. He's always doing that.

"...I'm fine, Arataka," you repeat, flashing him what you think is a reassuring smile. Arataka just frowns slightly, his eyes searching yours for some reassurance.

...He doesn't fine any.

He's quick to hide it, though. What if he's overstepping his boundaries? What if he's being too concerned about you? What if you don't like him back?

He sighs in feigned exasperation, beginning to undo his coat.

"...Arataka. What are you doing."

Your tone is flat; unimpressed, as he slides one arm out of his coat, leaving the other in.

"...Making sure my beloved employee doesn't freeze her little fingers off, that's what."

He grins at you, a mischievous glint in his eye as he lays the side of the coat he isn't wearing onto your shoulder, shoving your arm in.

You scowl, but find your cheeks flushing. The warmth of his body pressed up against yours comforting, serving as a means to hinder the frigid cold that bites at your extremities. This is definitely a step up from just now.

It's not like he's deliberately pressing himself against you, he's just trying to share the coat, thats all. It's not like he's deliberately snaking his arm around your waist, he's just trying to keep you warm, making sure you're comfortable.

...It's silent again, the two of you walking together as one.

Your gaze is trained on the snow, the ice turning gold with the light of the setting sun as you crunch the snowflakes under your feet.

When you steal glances back to Arataka, you see his face disinterested. His eyes are empty, his expression neutral as he walks alongside you on the empty sidewalk, not meeting your gaze.

It's a little... Disheartening to see this, especially when he looks so attractive — the golden light of the sun reflecting in his dark brown eyes, half lidded; the dirty blonde of his tousled hair settling nicely above his eyebrows; his skin, almost glowing in the setting sun's golden rays.

He brings his eyes to meet yours as you stare at him, and you quickly avert your gaze, blushing.

You keep your eyes off Arataka once he notices you staring at him for the upteenth time, though it's hard to not cast brief glances back to him every once in a while.

You're getting a little more used to feeling his body pressed up against yours under the thick coat, your expression neutral, the blush gone from your cheeks — now only there because of the cold. You can sort of say you've calmed down now, your heart beat normal, your breathing even.

Arataka, though he appears to be calm, is freaking out.

He struggles to keep his breathing even, fighting to ignore the rapid beating of his heart, trying to ignore the butterflies he feels in his stomach.

You played along when he teased you, you didn't argue when he started to share his coat, you didn't say anything when he put his hand around your waist—

...Should he try... It, now?

You reach your little flat, and you thank Arataka for walking you back as you slip his coat off your arm. You're more than a little disappointed to leave his side, missing the body heat already as you begin to climb up the stairs.

...Before you can get too far, though, Arataka is following you up.

"...Arataka?"

You arch a brow at him when you reach your floor.

"Oh, come on," he says, a grin in his voice as he leans in close, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath ghosting on your face.

"You're definitely still cold."

He tilts his head slightly, and as his half-lidded eyes fall to your lips, he speaks in a voice smoother than a heated knife through butter.

"...I could help you with that."

Your cheeks flush. He's not... Asking to kiss you, is he?

You nod in response.

Arataka's grin widens, and he leans in...

Before abruptly pulling away, quickly undoing the scarf around his neck and throwing it in your face. It falls into your hands just as he's sprinting to the stairs.

"You should plan for the future more!" He calls from the stairwell, his voice echoing as his heels click with each step he takes.

"You'll catch a cold!"

You stare at the green scarf in your hands, the fabric soft as it tumbles between your fingers.

Arataka's scarf.

#Spotify #id just like to say. id just like to say i dont know how snow works i live in a country where it is hot all year round #theres the whole of two seasons: hot snd dry #and wet and cold #i love to make men absolute simps its. ones of my favourite pass times #female reader #fem reader #anyway. anywho. when did i write this. like what??? why is this so good (in my opinion #)#reigen x reader #reigen arataka x reader #words on a page

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writtenbymoonflower · 1 year ago

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hello! love love love ur writing! would love to see more of james (or sirius/remus i dont discriminate 🤭) and physical affection! any prompt you like. only if you want ofc!

Hi Hunny! Thank you so so much. I will take any excuse to write about my loverboy. I hope this is okay!

James x gn!reader, kind of shy!reader, tooth-rotting fluff.

cw: too cheesy, brief mention of smut, nothing graphic

750 words

“Angel! I’m home!” You couldn’t help but smile as you heard his bag drop against the wood floor. He put on the same antics every time he came back from sports practice, throwing his bag down on the ground (no matter how many times you say to put it on the bench), and yelling whatever pet name comes to his mind at that moment. He was always finding little honorifics to call you, he was just sweet like that. You heard the heavy thumping of his socked feet as he ran down the hall into your living room.

“Hi Jamie! How was practice?” You beamed at him. He was really pretty like this, his curls were damp and his face was flushed. He looked cozy in his sports hoodie and black sweats.

“It was good, we ended a bit early so I got a shower in the change room.” You believed that. He smelled strong of his woodsy cologne. “How was your day, Baby?” You put the book you were reading down to give your boyfriend your full attention, still careful to mark the page.

“It was good. I did some studying and some work but I mostly just sat here doing nothing.” You smiled up at him and chuckled. “I should start working on dinner soon though, what do you want to have?”

“You.” He said, deadpan. But it only took three seconds for him to break and start giggling, too satisfied with his joke.

“Jamie,” you chided. “Pick something real to have.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head, but you were still smiling, somehow still endeared by his usual antics.

“You look pretty real to me, Angel. But I guess it wouldn’t hurt to check.” You had little time to figure out his meaning when he launched himself over the arm of the couch to lay on top of you. You squealed as he tugged your hips down, forcing you to lay flat against him.

“Baby! I’m real, but I’m not real food.” You reasoned, not hesitating to thread your fingers through his hair. You weren’t always the best at initiating contact, but when James did, you couldn’t stop. You started gently scratching his scalp, attempting to calm him, but he was determined in his teasing. Despite your words he started frantically pressing open-mouth kisses all over your face.

“You may not be real food,” He said in between his loving attacks, “But you do taste good.” He grinned at you, too satisfied with himself.

“Jamie,” You sighed, giving up discouraging him. Noticing your surrender, he pushed himself up, still over you and looked down at your face. His big, brown eyes bore into your soul, making you squirm under his gaze.

“There you go,” He grew even more satisfied. He was the nicest boyfriend ever, but he did take joy in making you go all shy underneath him. “There’s my baby.” He pressed another kiss to your forehead. His voice grew quieter with you being so close to him. “Finally letting me love on you without turning into a mess.” Ironically this made you even more flustered, but being as kind as always, James chose to ignore it.

“I love you.” You smiled shyly at him.

“I love you too, Angel.” He said back at you. He glanced over to the side table. “What are you reading?”

“O. Henry short stories.” You moved your fingers to the curls at the nape of his neck, still being just as loving.

“Read some to me?” He looked at you hopefully.

“You’ll be bored, they’re not really your style.” You leaned your neck up to kiss his cheek, and he rewarded you with a smile.

“But you’re my style, and I like it when you read to me.” And you couldn’t say no when he was looking at you like that. As soon as you nodded he set about fixing you both, you leaning against the arm of the couch, book in hand. He laid with his lower legs hanging off the opposite end of the couch and his face nuzzled against your lap and tummy.

“Okay, which story do you want to hear?” You let your free hand roam over his broad shoulders and back, knowing they were probably tensed and ached from his practice.

“Whichever, Angel. Just let me lay here and listen.” He was being equally as feely with you, grabbing and gently pinching your hips and thighs while you started your story.

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skipper1331 · 1 year ago

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For the better // Esme Morgan

a/n: based off this request. Hope you like it.

Esme was the love of your life.

She was sweet, loving and the most caring person you knew. She supported and loved you unconditionally - or so you thought.

The last few weeks, Esme‘s love felt distant, she kept her distance.

She did cuddle you at night and she did kiss you every time she could but each time it felt like it would be the last time you would feel her lips against your own. There was a certain sadness in the air, but you didn’t know why nor did you push her to talk to you. She would talk to you when she’s ready.

You sat in the living room, watching some random tv show as you heard the door open. Shortly after, the tall blonde entered the door you were sat in, "hi" you smiled, puckering your lips.

Something was wrong. Esme‘s eyes were red and puffy, did she cry?

"Hey, what‘s wrong?" you asked, leaving your seat from the couch as you took the few steps towards the defender. Your hands cupped her cheeks, thumbs caressing it softly, "you can talk to me" you whispered. She inhaled sharply, eyes closing as she leaned down, her hands gripping your waist, pulling you close.

She kissed you like you were her forever.

She kissed you like you were the love of her life.

She kissed you good bye.

Tears streamed down her face as she tried to contain herself, it‘s for the better. I‘m doing this for you.

You felt it, this wasn‘t a kiss because she was sad. She was about to do something, wasn‘t she?

"Esme…" you whispered as you took a step back, eyes wide.

You felt your heart break even though she didn‘t say anything yet, you could tell what was about to come - you‘d watched enough of romance-sad movies.

"I‘m so sorry" she apologized, "I want to break up" her own heart broke into thousand of pieces while saying those horrible words.

Shock was written over your face as hurt flashed through your whole body, "why?" you rasped, eyes getting blurry, tears about to fall.

She avoided eye contact, staring at the ground as her head hung low - in shame.

After a few broken seconds of silence, she spoke again, "I should go"

It only made you angrier, storming over, you grabbed her wrist, "look me in the eyes and tell me you don‘t love me anymore"

Both of your faces held so much emotions but one was the same: the world had just crashed down on you.

Never in a million years, you would‘ve thought that Esme would break up with you - not after 5 years.

Never in a million years, Esme would‘ve thought that she would break up with you.

You loved her.

She loved you.

Easy - yet she couldn‘t be with you anymore. It‘s for the better.

"I can‘t" she stated firmly. Your shoulders sagged, you had lost hope. If that‘s what she really wanted, you would support her - even if it broke your heart. If it‘s for the better.

Taking your chin between her thumb and index finger, she pressed one final kiss to your forehead.

I am sorry.

And I do love you.

Your once shared flat felt no longer like home. It felt weird to lay in bed without Esme, to know that she wouldn‘t come back - that she wouldn‘t join you. You were wide awake, wondering what the was blonde was doing at the moment. If she missed you the way you missed her? You had no energy to cry as you already cried the whole evening. What did you do wrong?

With dark circles under the eyes you went to training, your eyes looked swollen, noticeable for everyone. It was clear that something had happened because Esme looked the same. Both of you looked tired and exhausted, like neither of you had a minute of sleep which was the case.

So while Esme stayed at Hempo’s and Chloe’s side, you never left the Aussies sides, Mary and Alanna cheering you up. Well, at least they tried to.

At the end of training, you had lost all your patience, motivation and passion.

City did no longer feel like home. Manchester did no longer feel like home.

Esme was your home.

"Tommy?" you whispered into the phone, your manager answering with "yeah?"

The past week was horrible. To see Esme every day broke your heart in more and more pieces. You stopped leaving of your flat if not necessary, you ditched plans with friends - most of the time you sat in the living room crying while you ate ice cream and watched Glee. You didn‘t know what Esme was up to or where she lived, all you knew was that you didn‘t want to be in Manchester anymore, let alone the same country.

"I’ll do it" you told him, not much thought behind it.

You wanted to leave and you did.

As the season came to an end and the transfer window opened, you were the first to sign somewhere you always wanted to sign.

FC Barcelona.

It took you one week to get to leave Manchester.

You didn‘t say good bye to your friends and team mates, you just left the City and country.

It was your way of escaping the pain, your heartbreak.

It‘s for the better.

Barcelona as the club and as the City was amazing. Your new team mates greeted you with open arms and made you feel more than welcome. You settled in quite well, you stuck to your national team mates, Keira and Lucy, though. They helped you to furnish your new flat - not a picture with Esme anywhere.

It was Lucy who brought her up one day as the two of you sat in a little café. The og lioness had always been like a sister to you, she had taken you under wig the moment you joined City and the senior lionesses squad. She knew something was off, Keira had noticed it too, the way your smile never reached the top, your eyes not shining the way they used to. The sparkle was missing - the sparkle Esme was responsible for.

"So you alright, kid?" the defender asked as she sat across from you, sipping her coffee.

"No" you answered straightforward, munching on your panini.

"Esme?-"

"Broke up with me" you took a large sip of your drink, avoiding eye contact at every cost. If you looked at Lucy, you would’ve broke down in the middle of the day. Which did already happen a lot more often than you would‘ve liked, you just couldn‘t help it. Everything remind you of Esme: sometimes it was a song, the pictures on your phone or you just missed in her in general. It didn‘t make any sense. Why did she break up with you? It was the question that kept you awake at night.

"Did she tell you why?"

"No, she said fucking nothing" you spat, getting angrier by each second that went by. "I left the second I could. I couldn‘t stand seeing her" you admitted in a low voice, some tears streaming down your face, "It‘s like I can’t breathe anymore and I don‘t know what do to"

Wordlessly, the lioness stood up and took the a seat next to you, her arms going around your shoulders as she pulled you close.

"I‘m sorry"

Nothing more was said as she held you, tears wetting her shirt.

Being in the starting line up made you nervous - debut time.

With the Barca crest on your chest you felt so much pride. You did it. You made your childhood dream come true.

The game went amazing, you played phenomenal, the way you could link up with the girls, create chances and even score a debut goal was pure class. You celebrated like you usually would, a celebration Esme requested ages ago for you to do one time - you did it every time since then.

And maybe it was wrong to do so, she wasn‘t your girlfriend anymore, she wasn‘t even a friend, she was- well, nobody. Somebody you used to know.

Fuck that.

She was everything.

She was still the love of your life.

She would forever be the girl of your dreams.

She was fucking everything.

Unknown to you, the tall blonde stood in the stands of the stadium. She watched you shine while she wore your lionesses jersey. Everything you did, she watched with heart eyes, a proud smile displayed on her face as she cheered for you proudly. You did it. She couldn’t be prouder.

Barcelona made you glow and grow.

It was indeed for the better.

International break.

Something you hadn‘t thought about. When Sarina called, you didn’t say no. Of course not. You loved to represent England and the lionesses were a big family - your family.

As the days went the by and camp got closer, your heart went crazy. Your thoughts were consumed by Esme. Like always.

Esme.

You would lie, if you said you didn’t look at old pictures of the two of you.

You would lie, if you said you didn‘t cry yourself to sleep.

You would lie, if you said you didn‘t love her.

She used to be your best friend, soulmate and girlfriend, you were miserable without her.

Don‘t get me wrong, you went out with the Barca girls, they were a bunch of goofballs which you loved but your other half was missing. There was no one you could tell about your day, whether it was good, bad or just boring.

The thoughts just stayed inside of you.

Your bubbly side was missing. The transfer was a great decision for your career, you became the best version of yourself as a football player but as a human, you were the worst version of yourself. In no way, you were rude or mean towards anyone - it was just, the sparkle that was missing.

Lucy could sense your shut down. The way you gripped the seat in the plane, your eyes drained on the seat in front of you, burning holes into it as your jaw was clenched, veins popping up.

Esme.

Arriving at St. George’s Park was interesting. Lucy was engaging you in a conversation, talking about Barcelona as you stepped into the facility. What you failed to notice, thanks to Lucy, was that just minutes earlier the City girls had arrived. Esme was standing next to the much smaller Lauren Hemp as they turned around.

The tall blondes breath hitched, you looked breathtaking. Everything Chloe said fell to deaf ears, her only remaining focus: you.

Feeling eyes on you, you turned your head away from Lucy to see the City girl.

"Esme" you breathed out, suitcase dropping out of your hand as it clattered to the ground. Inaudible, you gulped, breathing quickening. She looked beautiful. Mixed feelings rushed through your body: relief, anger and anxiety.

You felt relieved to see her after what felt like ages - finally able to breathe again.

It made you angry to see her, standing there like that and looking pretty.

And then you felt anxious. Should you say hello? No, right? She broke up with you - not the other way around. The City girls, did they hate you? You left without another word, they were your friends too. Nobody knew you left, not until City announced your leaving and Barcelona announced your signing.

You wanted to cry, to be honest. Your whole world crashed down again. She was only a few meters away from you and yet it felt like she was on the other side of the world.

From strangers to friends, friends in to lovers and strangers again.

Lucy cleared her throat to bring you out of your trance, the blonde still having you wrapped around her finger even without doing anything. But what did you expect? You loved her and some months were definitely not enough to get over her, nor would be a year. It was Esme, your sweet girl.

Caught off guard, you grabbed your suitcase, mumbling something before you walked away. The facility, a place you knew well enough.

"Wait up" Lucy called, pulling her suitcase with her as she jogged in your direction.

"Do you still think it was for the better?" Lauren asked, "she looks so heartbroken."

Esme ignored her as she fought against her own tears.

You weren‘t the only one who had to deal with a heartbreak. Just because Esme was the person who actually ended it didn‘t mean she enjoyed it. She loved you. She loved you the same as before and she‘ll forever do so.

She did for you. It‘s for the better.

You didn‘t interact much with Esme and if you did, only on the pitch. It already hurt enough knowing she was there, but not yours.

She was your colleague now.

It seemed like Sarina hated you, pairing you up with Esme all the time. Of course that wasn‘t the case, the blonde defender and you had just so much chemistry on the pitch. You work together like an oiled machine which you hated.

You hated that you were still the same old duo.

You hated that she crossed passes to you like nobody else could.

You hated that you still loved her.

Though, both of you stayed silent while doing the drills.

colleague nothing more.

Back in your room, you fell on the bed, your roommate somewhere in facility. You felt physically and mentally exhausted.

As a soft knock was heard, you sat up, did she forget her key card?

Opening the door, you were met with a sight you didn‘t expect, "hi…" the tall girl said.

Anger floated through your body as you wanted to slam the door. You didn‘t. Instead you asked monotonously, "what do you want?"

She winced at your tone, so foreign.

"I‘m sorry- I didn‘t know why I came" she muttered, turning on her heels.

"You broke up with me" you stated, stepping in the hall. The defender stopped, "I did" she answered.

"Why?"

"Because it‘s for the better. Have a good night, y/n" with that she left, yourself feeling angrier than before.

It’s for the better, really? What kind of answer was that?!

You did not cry that night, your clenched jaw prevented it - your anger prevented it.

As soon as you woke up the next day, your anger was back and higher than before. You just wanted one reason why she broke up with you, so you could start healing.

It angered you to see her at breakfast - smiling.

It angered you to see her on the pitch - on the same team as you.

Everything she did angered you.

And suddenly you snapped.

It was just the two of you left in the changing room, the other girls already heading to dinner. As Esme was about to walk out, you marched over, blocking the door.

"No"

The blonde looked confused, what was going on? "No. Tell me why you broke up with me" your index finger poked her chest angrily as you took some steps forwards, the defender walking backwards. "After 5 years, Esme" a tear rolled out of your eye as she wanted so desperately to wipe it away. "You threw me away like I was nothing, like we were nothing."

"Don‘t say that" she whispered, closing her eyes to hold back the tears.

"But you did!" you shouted, angrily wiping away the tears that streamed down your face. Grabbing your wrists gently, she pulled your hands away, "you‘ll hurt yourself" and it broke you.

In the middle of the changing room, you started crying like you did the nights before you left Manchester and like you did the nights in Barcelona.

"Don‘t fucking touch me" immediately she dropped your hands, mumbling an apology.

Taking a deep breath, "I heard you talking" she said while sitting down at a random cubby.

"with whom?"

"Tommy"

Tommy and you sat at the dinner table, notes splayed across the table as his laptop was there as well.

"These are the offers" he told you as he leafed through the folder, "and that‘s the best" opening something on his screen, your eyes stopped at the club logo.

Barcelona.

"They want you"

Your eyes went wide, Barcelona wow. They‘re amazing, big fan ever since you‘re little. "They want you now"

He started talking about the contract, your salary, game appearances and more.

He simply talked you through every stage of the contract, their thoughts about signing you, every detail they stated in their document.

Two hours later, he leaned back in his chair, "it‘s now up to you if you want to do it"

"It would be amazing, wouldn‘t it?" you mumbled, biting on your lower lip. That‘s what you always wanted.

Barcelona. The best.

But that was before you met Esme, the girl of your dreams. "It would be perfect for your career"

"Do I have time to think about it?"

"They want an answer at the end of next week. Do you have doubts?" he asked kindly.

Over the years, Tommy became much more than just being a manager - a friend.

"I don‘t know. I‘d love to play there but City is my home. Esme is my home" you told him, fingers massaging your temples.

"You’d give up this of an opportunity for her?"

You looked at him - answering without hesitation, "yes"

"Okay" nothing more was said, he respected your answer and he understood that you had to think about such a decision, "call me when you have an answer."

"You would‘ve said no" she told you, her hand wiping over her face, "and I couldn’t let that happen"

"so you broke up with me because- " you connected the dots, realization hitting you like a truck.

"Well, I thought if I broke up with you, you would sign that contract. The thing you always wanted" she shrugged her shoulders, her only ever intention was for you to follow your dream - the dream you had since you were a little girl. Who was she to stop you from living it?

"You’re an asshole!" you yelled, marching the locker room up and down, "do you know what you put me through?!"

The defender stood up, your rapid movement stressing her out and her own anger slowly bubbling up, "i did what was the best for you!"

"Fuck you" you spat.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you would‘ve said yes"

you couldn’t.

"Thought so"

"You had no right to break my heart like that!"

"I had no other choice! I didn‘t want to be the reason you didn‘t fulfill your dream!"

Grumbling, you stood up with new anger, hurt and confusion.

"I did it because I love you! I love you more than anything and to think that you would miss the opportunity to- to play alongside Alexia Putellas, Aitana Bonmatí and so on, for me, frustrated me. You have to think about yourself first-"

"You love me?" you cut her off, heart feeling so many emotions as your body felt so confused and mind was spinning.

"I never stopped"

"Esme…"

"You don‘t need to say it back- well, um actually, it would be okay if you don‘t love me anymore. I get it-"

You couldn’t stand it anymore - to think that you didn’t love her. After everything, there wasn‘t a day where you didn‘t love her. Your body, soul and mind was consumed by Esme. She was the love of your life. So you just kissed her. Your lips pressed desperately against the blondes, hands cupping her cheeks as her hands found your waist. She gasped into your mouth, caught off guard. There was nothing sweet about this kiss - Esme and you mostly shared the most sweetest kisses but not now. Not after everything. The kiss was rough, anger and frustration purred into one another, yet the both of you happy to feel each others touch again.

"I love you, you idiot" you muttered between more kisses.

With the need of oxygen, she pulled away, resting her forehead against your own, "do you?" big wide eyes looked at you, so much hope behind the orbs - the orbs you hadn‘t seen in so long.

"I do" you purred, playing with her baby hair, "you hurt me though"

She nodded slowly, her hands still around your waist, afraid you would disappear, "I need time"

She hummed, mumbling apology after apology. She never meant to hurt you, she just wanted you to be happy.

"I love you so much" Esme mumbled, pressing featherlight kisses along your jaw, stopping an inch above your lips, "you‘re so beautiful" gently, interlocking your lips, she kissed you good morning, the Spanish sun shining in your bedroom.

The last two weeks of the off-season Esme was in Spain visiting you and before that, the both of you visited Greece as you enjoyed your holidays together.

After a year, things were thankfully back normal. Neither of you could stay away from each other and after the day in the changing room, many conversations followed and your trust was slowly built up again.

This was Esme we were talking about, the sweetest girl in the world who no bad cell in her body and was always thinking about you.

Like before your break up, she took you out on dates - it didn‘t matter that she was in Manchester and you in Barcelona, she called you every day to ask how your day was and when she visited you or the other way around, you spent the day in the best ways possible: going out, playing mini-golf and so on. Esme had many cute little date ideas.

And after that year, where trust was earned back, love got stronger and missed kisses were shared, she asked you to be her girlfriend. To which you obviously answered with yes.

You loved Esme.

Esme loved you.

The way she handled things was wrong but you understood her - she wanted you to be happy and to be honest, she was right: it was for the better.

Your prime time was, is and will be at Barca, till the end of the line.

You would‘ve regretted it if you had said no.

So maybe your break up wasn‘t the worst thing. For sure, you never felt that much pain in the time of your break up ever before and you never want to experience something like that again but after all, Esme tried to push you in the right direction - to help you. She had no bad thought in mind, just what was the best for you.

And back strong again, one day not your surname will be at the back of your Barca jersey but Morgan.

It was indeed for the better.

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Under the Same Sky {Sylus x Reader}

You guys loved A Moment of Rest so much more than I could ever have thought >///< Thank you so much ♥ ♥ ♥

Hopefully, you enjoy this one as much as I did hahaha.

I accidentally spun Sylus around on the home screen and saw the stars through the window in the background XD. I immediately thought of stargazing.

-Seven

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It all started with a meteor shower

“Sylus~” You sing and loop your arm around his, “I heard there’s going to be a meteor shower tonight!” You look up at him with expectant eyes

but he merely raises a brow and says, “Oh?”

You deflate a little at his unenthusiastic response, “Will you…” watch it with me?

You quirk your lips, would he do something as mundane as stargazing?

You clear your throat and even your tone, “Will you be watching it tonight?”

Seeing your internal dilemma, Sylus can’t help but smile a little, “I suppose don’t have any pressing matters to attend to, so…”

Your eyes twinkle at his revelation, “So, you’ll watch it?”

He chuckles a little, “Well,” he pets your head, “this excited kitten clearly wants to watch it, so how could I refuse?”

That night, the two of you laid upon a blanket and watched as the meteors painted streaks across the night sky

“Look!” You turn to Sylus with a bright smile

But the words die in your throat when you find that his gaze is already fixed on you.

The world stills for a moment.

From how close you are, you can see the stars reflected in his eyes.

You gravitate towards him, leaning ever so slightly closer.

Closer.

But stop yourself short.

The pinch of your clenched hands quickly grounds you to reality.

You clear your throat and shy away from his gaze “The stars are so bright from here.” You say as you look up at the sky once more

He hums in response , “I told you I knew the perfect spot to enjoy the scenery.” He lays back with a sigh.

“It actually reminds me of the city lights in Linkon.” This time you face him, and with a longing voice, you say, “I wish you could see it with me.”

From that night onwards, it became a common occurrence to watch the stars together.

Most nights, you would talk about your day or the missions you went on.

You would tell him everything, whether good or bad.

He listened to you as if he, himself, was there in those moments.

He listened and imagined a life where he could do all those things by your side. Without hiding.

Some days, you would stay awake long enough to watch the night sky fade into sunrise. A sign of a bittersweet goodbye.

But oftentimes, the light breeze against your face as you snuggled up against his side was more than enough to lull you to sleep.

Sylus would always let you fall asleep first. Waiting until your breaths evened out and your weight was completely rested against him.

Only when he felt the coldness of your cheeks would he carry you back inside.

He hadn’t outwardly admitted it, but being with you like this was the best start to his day.

One particular night, he had the blanket tucked around you, almost swaddling you to his side.

You wriggle one of your arms free from the blanket and reach up to the stars, “Do you think there’s another world out there?” You ask

“Even if there was,” He reaches up to your outstretched hand, intertwining them, “Don’t leave me here.” He draws your hands to his lips where he leaves a little bite against the back of your hand.

He quickly presses a kiss to the same spot, then guides your hand to lay flat on his chest, where he covers it with his own.

In this position, you can faintly feel the thrum of his heartbeat against your palm, “Do you…” You untangle your hand from his to lightly trace the length of his fingers, “Do you think in another life we’d still be stargazing together like this?”

He sits up slightly to look at you, using his forearm to hold his weight.

After a few beats of silence, he replies, “Even if our lives are as numerous as the stars,” he leans down to press his forehead against yours, “in every life,” the warmth of his breath fans against your cheeks, and your eyes flutter shut at his proximity.

“I will always stay beside you.”

His hand finds yours to give a gentle squeeze. Almost sealing those words against your palm.

It causes an unfamiliar ache in your heart. As if it was a whisper of a promise he’s made many times before.

He cups your face, coaxing your eyes open as he runs his thumb back and forth across your cheek, “No distance is too far so long as I decide it isn’t.”

As you hold his gaze, you’re met with such conviction in his eyes. It makes you want to believe he’ll cross leaps and bounds, galaxies even, to find you.

What could you possibly reply to such a profound yet sombre declaration?

At your silence, he leans away, letting out a slow sigh as he tucks an arm behind his head.

You unwittingly follow his movements and sit up to hover over him. Not wanting to break the distance between you.

The movement causes your hair to trickle down over your shoulder, casting a shadow across his face.

“Sylus, I —” Your words fall short on your lips.

With a tender gaze, he brushes the curtain of your hair behind your ear with a soft smile, “You’re so beautiful.” He says.

Ever so slowly, he inches closer. Leaning upwards to meet your lips in a sweet kiss.

Unaccustomed to the feeling, you break the kiss with a gasp, “Ah,”

But he’s quick to close the distance, and yet is still so gentle to press his lips against yours.

With your eyes closed, all you can focus on it the warmth of his lips against your own.

It makes your head swirl and you melt into him, “Mmf.”

With a firm hand to the small of your back, he steadies you, and without breaking the kiss, he leads you to lay down on the blanket.

In a daze, you lift your hand to grasp at the back of his shirt.

He cradles your head against his other arm, and languidly pulls away from your lips.

He lingers there for a moment before coming up to rest his cheek against your temple.

Your blood is thumping in your ears, but is silenced even as Sylus speaks barely above a whisper,

“There’s not a star in the sky I wouldn’t bring down for you. No world where I wouldn’t return to your side.”

Which one should I write first?

'Grassland Romance'-based story involving all the LaDS boys (will take much longer, probably a series? idk)

2. Bandaging Sylus' wounds? (one-shot)

ALSO! I sent the Artsy bird emoji titled "Love Ya" to Sylus and LOOK AT HIS RESPONSEEEEEE!!!

SO CUUUUUTE

Thanks for reading! :3

-Seven

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lizard-on-a-window-pane · 2 years ago

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The Perfect Hat-Trick

pairing: James Potter x reader

summary: James is watching a football match with you and has some good ideas for how to spend the half-time break. Smut ensues.

tags / warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact), established relationship, smut, fem!reader, fingering, eating out, p in v, pretty much no plot, sports talk

notes: finally had time to write! inspired by recent world cup fever...

word count: 2.3k

You lay on the sofa in yours and James’s flat, your legs draped over his, the telly on.

“That’s a foul? He hardly even touched him.” “Yeah, well, it wasn’t a clean tackle. I know the other guy’s selling it, but it did make him fall down.” “Pfft. We don’t have this problem. You dive, you plummet 50 meters to the ground,” he laughed.

You rolled your eyes at him but laughed a little. It was nice of him to be watching with you in the first place. James loved sports, but he never really could get into your muggle ones. Too low stakes, he reckoned.

But, it was the World Cup, and he knew how excited you were, the tournament only coming around every four years. That part he could understand, having had his fair share of World Cup fever growing up, just for a much better sport, he never failed to remind you. You loved quidditch, too, of course, had even shared the pitch with him back at Hogwarts, but that had never made you stop loving what you’d love since before even finding out you were a witch.

James would watch the occasional match with you, a bit begrudgingly, but he loved making you happy. And if he was being honest, he found it adorable how excited or angry you’d get when the match did or didn’t go your way.

He was rewarded with just one of those precious moments when your team, your favorite player no less, scored a goal. It was just before half-time and his second goal of the match. You yelped and cheered, springing up from the sofa. When you came to sit back down, a love-stricken grinning James looking up at you, you opted to keep your excitement up by straddling and hugging him, still bouncing up and down a bit in celebration.

You beamed down at his close face, energetically saying, “That’s his second! And it was a header! Maybe he’ll get a perfect hat-trick!” “A what?” “A perfect hat-trick.” He continued to stare blankly at you, a jokingly annoyed look.

“Do you know what a hat-trick is?” you continued.

“I dunno… spinning it around before putting it on your head?”

“Hilarious.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry my humour isn’t up to scratch,” he laughed. His hands came around your hips, pulling you closer on his lap. “So are you gonna tell me what it is or not, sweet thing? Because, honestly, I’m fine either way.” His laugh was contagious, and you were smiling down at him, your arms around his neck as you answered, “You’re so annoying… A hat-trick is when a player scores three goals in one match. A perfect hat-trick,” you went on, “is when a player scores one with their left foot,” you kissed his left cheek, “one with their right,” kissed his right, “and one with their head,” kissed his forehead.

“Mmm, I see. Thanks for explaining it to me, sweetheart.” He bumped his nose against yours then gave it a quick peck.

“You’re welcome,” you responded giggling a bit.

You heard the whistle announcing the end of the first half from the telly behind you.

“You know,” he whispered. “I’ve always liked a challenge.” “Oh yeah?” “Mhmm. I think,” he pecked your lips, “I can score three times before the start of the second half,” he kissed you again, lingering this time. “And…” he whispered, “I reckon I can make it a perfect hat-trick.”

His smile was equal parts devious and suggestive. Your grin remained — he always kept you amused — but your brows furrowed, not quite following.

“One with my fingers,” he kissed your cheek, “one with my tongue,” kissed your other cheek, “one with my cock,” kissed your forehead. He laughed, clearly amused with himself, but it was soon stifled as he kissed along your jaw, making his way to your neck, his open mouthed kissed and nibbles drawing a moan out of you.

You ground down on his lap, pleasure shooting up from your core at the friction. You moaned even louder, and you could feel the vibrations of James’s laugh in the crook of your neck. His hands moved from your hips to knead your arse then came under your shirt, giving you a loving squeeze before pulling it up and over your head. You quickly took his glasses off, placing them on top of your now discarded shirt.

He pulled back from your body to stare at your bra-clad tits, groaning appreciatively, his enthusiasm boyish but utterly endearing. His hands went to unclasp your bra, but before even getting it off, his face was already between your tits, kissing the soft flesh between them, nuzzling and nibbling you. You laughed at how unfailingly he loved your chest, even after so long together, and brought your hand up to scratch his scalp and tug his dark hair.

“This is my favorite place on Earth,” he said into your chest, squeezing it playfully with his big hands before moving to suck on your nipple.

His face and mouth still loving on your boobs, he raked his hands down your body, one grabbing your arse again, the other cupping between your legs. His palm pressed perfectly on your pussy as he licked from your chest, up your sternum and neck, and into your mouth. You welcomed his tongue with yours and helped him pull your trousers off, shifting awkwardly on his lap without ever breaking apart. Even though you were making out, you were both giggling giddily.

Pulling your panties to the side, rubbing your increasingly wet folds, James laughed out, “You see? I’m already past the defenders.” “For fuck’s sake, Potter, you already got in my pants; you don’t need to keep up the football jokes.” “What can I say? I’m funny and effortlessly charming all the time, not just when I’m trying to get in your pants, love.” You rolled your eyes, smacked his shoulder, but dove back down to keep kissing him as he finally plunged his long fingers into your weeping cunt.

“Fuck, Jamie, feels so good,” you praised, as he curved his fingers just right, setting a teasing but pleasing pace. You followed it with your hips, increasing the warm tingling sensations taking over your whole lower body.

“That’s it, love,” he whispered, still playful but his voice lower, hoarse and hot as hell.

He picked up the pace, brought his other hand to your clit, and moved to suck the sensitive spot behind your ear. You could feel your climax approaching, grinding faster and harder to let him know, to chase the feeling you so craved. He followed your lead, thrusting as deep as he could reach, rubbing tighter circles, still precise in his motions, and soon enough, you let out a prolonged, “aaah,” as you came, clutching his shoulder with one hand, his hair with the other. Your sounds turned into giggles as his hands continued, slower now, gentle, as you rode out the pleasant aftershocks. “That’s one.” He looked quite proud of himself.

“Three’s much more than one; give me that smirk after three,” you shot back.

“Gladly.” He wrapped his arms around you, and in one quick motion moved you from his lap to the couch. He shifted to hover above you, looking down with such love in his eyes you couldn’t help but interrupt the playfulness and the seductiveness with a gentle caress of his cheek. He leaned into it, turning his head to kiss your palm, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You’re so unreasonably beautiful, you know that?”

“So are you,” you responded, voice sweet as honey.

He smiled like it was the kindest compliment he had ever received and leaned down to kiss you fervently. One hand roaming your body roughly, one hand holding your face gently, James kissed you with all the love bodies could express.

Slowly, teasingly, he moved away from your mouth, kissing your face and neck, moving back to your mouth a moment before kissing back down a bit further. He repeated this a few times, moving lower each time, until he continued down your body, unsurprisingly but so gratifyingly taking his time at your tits. Then, lower, lower, until he was licking up your bikini line. He nuzzled your cunt, but didn’t do more as he moved his face across it to do the same on the other side.

You were aching by now, thrusting your hips up into his face unthinkingly. You thought he’d make a joke about how needy you were, but when you were met with a groan instead, you snuck a glance down at him and met a hungry stare, his hair an even worse mess than usual, his eyes lidded, his lips swollen and wet. He was completely engrossed in you, his desire overwhelming even his perpetually playful attitude.

Without any more ado, he pushed his face into your cunt and ate you out like a starving man. His mouth worked expertly, his tongue moving in and out of you before licking up to your clit then moving down again to lap at your entrance and then to suck on your folds. He had a sixth sense for knowing when to build a repetitive rhythm and when to switch it up.

“James,” you hissed, your second orgasm building faster than the last, faster even than it usually did when he ate you out. “Please don’t stop, please don’t stop.” The vibrations from his half-moaned, “uh-uh,” shot through you like a jolt as you screamed in pleasure. He shook his head from side to side quickly to intensify your orgasm, and when you finished and he pulled back, his entire face was covered in you.

You returned his adoring smile before dropping your head back onto the cushion, elated but spent. “You’re so fucking good at that,” you said.

“You’re so fucking delicious,” he responded, kissing all over your cunt and thighs before coming back up to your face. His body covered yours, his prominent bulge pressing into you. “I think you’re wearing far too many clothes,” you scolded, and he quickly pulled his shirt over his head and his trousers down his legs, struggling to kick them off entirely as you giggled from below him. “Much better,” you told him as you wrapped your arms and legs around him and reveled in the feeling of his body on your body, his skin on your skin.

You continued making out like this, holding and kissing each other, till you pulled back, gesturing at the telly with a nod of your head, teasing, “you’re running out of time for that hat-trick, Potter.” “I’m not worried,” he smirked back at you as he thrust his hips into yours. You were so sensitive from everything that had happened already that just that friction felt incredible. He brought a hand down to guide himself into you, and your groans matched each other’s as he took his time bottoming out.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his face incredibly close to yours, his cock now buried deep inside you. He kissed you once before moving his face to the crook of your neck, focusing on his hips as he began thrusting in and out of you. He started slow, savoring the sensation, dragging out achingly before pounding back in roughly. Gradually going faster, his grip on your thigh tightened and he bit down on your shoulder on a particularly hard thrust, the pleasure clearly becoming too much for him as well. You held him close and met his thrusts, and moments later, all teasing was forgotten as all that was left was skin was slapping against skin, passion being expressed physically as he pounded into you.

His groans grew louder as his climax approached, but he slowed down slightly, determined to make you cum before he did. He brought his hand down between you, rubbing your clit as he sucked on your neck. It didn’t take much for you to be on the edge, and a couple hard thrusts later, you moaned in exquisite pleasure as your third orgasm hit.

“Jamie,” you whined as your thighs started shaking and his thrusts grew increasingly volatile.

“Fuck,” he repeated as he thrust as deep as possible over and over. You felt him start losing control, and the sensations of him hitting all your most sensitive spots went from a bit too much in your oversensitive state to an exhilarating perfect mix of pain and pleasure. You chased the feeling, and moments later you were clenching vice-like around him and pulling him closer as you whined and groaned through a fourth.

This brought him to his completion, and your pleasure peaked as you felt him release inside you. Your walls still fluttering around him, his thrusts now sloppy, he exerted his last bit of energy then collapsed on top of you in utter bliss.

The whistle announcing the start of the second half cut through the thumping of your rapid heart beat in your ears as you lay entwined with each other. You both laughed through heavy breathing.

“Just in time,” James said. “And with one more than promised, no less.” He winked cheekily. “Pretty good performance, Potter. I think I’ll keep you around.” “And I’ll stay for as long as you’ll have me,” he said sweetly, sincerely.

You kissed him gently, caressing his face as you whispered, “I’m glad you like a challenge then because that sounds like forever to me.”

“Sounds brilliant.” You nodded brightly before pushing on his shoulders and saying, “But for now, get off me or we’ll miss the second half.”

“Fine,” he chuckled, “but I’ll only get off if your clothes stay off.” He leaned down to place a kiss on each of your tits before pecking your lips and smiling his mischievous smile you so loved.

“Deal.”

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toskarin · 5 months ago

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THE WAY OF ALL FLESH 《万人の途》

You need not hurry, We've got all the time in the world.

My memory has failed sadly of late.

He is violently pessimistic.

It is wildly unlikely.

There is all the difference in the world between the two.

make an unholy fuss about very little.

Dear me! What a sorry mess everything is in!

The painting is a rank imitation.

a gross mistake.

a crushing bore.

with no earthly reason.

be crass ignorance.

every trick in the book.

They have all the advantages in the world.

go native. go bust.

The proposal came one vote short of unanimous approval.

I can't reach the buttons on the back. Will you do them for me?

So many movies have had this plot that it has been done to death.

Things don't go so well in real life.

It will go hard with him if he is found out.

It makes no difference no matter which way the election goes.

some people still can go without paying taxes.

look full in the face.

The sun shone in our faces.

One and one makes one.

These make a pair.

make the passing mark.

The seal is missing on the document.

The lace on one of my shoes had god undone.

I wouldn't want to be quoted on this.

I'm not much on putting those things into words.

be short on imagination.

It seems he got mixed up on his instructions.

Who is going to take you up on your offer!

He erred grossly on that problem.

a toy balloon on a string.

a dog on a chain.

be a black mark.

He is the sort of man whose personal charm grows on you on acquaintance.

Wherever did you put?

It was a good joke, but fell flat on him.

The mood grew on me.

My mind was not on it.

be borne in on one.

Shame on you!

an experiment on animals.

It is too late to perform an operation on him.

You ought to be harder on him.

Acids act upon metals.

It is unfair on you.

His voice grates upon my ear.

The drinks are on me.

Do you know you are taking a great deal on yourself?

Don't tell on me.

She seems to have something on him.

play a neat trick on a person.

get die on a person.

They have nothing on us.

Age has begun to tell on me.

No use trying to pull such a trick on me.

be on trial.

He is unable to hold anything on his stomach.

The scene was on.

I lay awake thinking over it all last night.

I had to rack my brains over that problem.

She hesitated over her answer.

ride roughshod over the objection.

Don't pull that line on me.

pull a sanctimonious face.

He never pulls his rank.

We are running short of gas.

Time is running short on me.

One's devil's luck runs out.

Finally she ran out of patience.

The watch has run down.

let one's imagination run riot.

run short of topics for conversation.

That is not the way the world is run.

run a machine at a high voltage.

run a person on a lie detector.

leave a motor running.

He stands small chance against you.

Kids run a high temperature over nothing in particular and snap out of it.

investigate a matter to the ground.

criticize severely.

You are worn to a shadow.

boring to distraction.

It has been done to death.

The bag was filled to bursting with sugar.

What are you seeing?

They were killed to a man.

It is done to a turn.

There is another side to the coin.

There's not enough depth to the story.

There is more to it than that.

There was no jerk to his motions.

That is about all there is to it.

The words had an ironical ring.

Have you any clue to work on?

The brakes refused to work.

The machine was still in fine working order.

The plan worked remarkably well.

It is very well in theory, but will it work?

His reason ceased to work.

Flattery will not work with him

It might work and again it might not work

I'm afraid it won't work so well.

Our plan worked successful.

The trick won't work with him.

The handle doesn't work.

The warning seemed to work most effectively.

Her face worked fiercely.

The screw had worked loose.

work a spear through one's hands.

They will work you to death.

He worked on a smile that didn't quite come off.

There is no knowing how that will work itself out.

This problem will not work out.

The safe opened to the key.

a ticket to a movie.

exit to applause.

The medicine worked into the wounded skin.

Oh! I'm inside out!

You are unzipped.

No stopover on this ticket.

try to enter a country on an expired passport.

I'll come again when you are free.

The question is who will bell the cat.

The fact that he was sick was not very impressive to her.

You asked for it.

untie a tight knot.

The girl couldn't word her feelings well.

Does he really mean it? I wonder.

Let him do his worst.

a would-be kindness.

Did she agree with you?

Turn your face toward me.

I don't think I can do it,but I'll try.

What is true of them is equally true of you.

They trumped up a charge to put him in jail.

Think it over carefully before you decide.

What are you talking about?

He bothered me with stupid questions.

Can it really be mine?

Don't calculate on me helping you.

No one called my attention to it.

Watch when you talk about religion.

You have the advantage of me.

They shouted to the utmost of their strength.

She never gave utterance to her personal feelings.

There were very few passengers in the train.

How much use did you get out of the machine?

It's not us that tried to upset their plans.

There was a chasm yawning in front of us.

Let me see,where was I?

Where did the plan go wrong?

work out one's idea of one's role.

To live is to suffer.

This is playing with words.

know what you mean.

What do you see?

You ought to have been more careful.

You need not have come.

Who do you think you are?

I have no idea what the word means.

ARRIVE ON THE EDGE

YOU RECAPTURED KARNEL OF THE LOST ARTICLE

AND THE ORDER IS TOTALLY OVER.

#hellsinker #I've always been really curious about where the text even comes from because it seems like it was extracted from multiple places #but it has a word-association metre to it that makes that hard to follow besides #'it reads like a language training book filled entirely with distressing thoughts'#all typos preserved all text already in english

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look-a-yandere-fandom-blog · 1 month ago

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Ahhh, would love a part 2 for reader/The Obsessed in the near future! There’s not enough yandere Shadow of War fics on this app or on any other platform! ❤️

Lingering Denial | Oneshot Continued

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The Obsessed / Gender Neutral Reader

Fandom: Middle Earth: Shadow of War

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Romantic Yandere.

PT 1 |

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Content Warning: Delusional/obsessive/possessive behaviour, violence, threats, blood, paranoia, mentions of stalking.

(If there’s anything else I need to add to these warnings, please let me know.)

Thanks for the request, anon! Totally agree on the lack of yandere SOW stuffs (though I have seen some great headcanons here on tumblr). That was what drove me to write the original oneshot, alongside a hefty dose of favouritism for the obsessed-

Speaking of the obsessed, I had a bit of fun with him in this one, specifically with putting him in a less-stabby-than-usual situation, something he doesn't get in the game as every time you run into an obsessed he's trying to kill you, or you to him...

Also because I couldn't deal with him being stabby all the time, as our reader is much more mortal than Talion, haha.

The idea of how he would act once he got what he wanted was an interesting one, so I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I did writing! :D

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Finally, he has fallen asleep.

Head nestled into your shoulder, arms enveloping you like a cage. His expression calm, but his hold tight and selfish.

You refused to fall under before him. Even though your eyelids were heavy with exhaustion, drained by stress, you dared not make yourself more vulnerable than you already were.

Ratak had been staring for hours. Wide eyes locked to your form. Memorising every detail, every dot, every scar. Mesmerised. A spell broken only by the orc's occasional mutterings.

Murmurs of glee, pent-up questions he had no opportunity to ask before, and comments about how different your human features were to his.

The latter left a bitter taste in your mouth. Those comments accompanied by a wandering gaze. Imagining what lay where his hungry eyes could not see, hidden beneath layers of clothing. Dreaming of the day he would be allowed to explore it.

But tonight, he is happy. Tonight, he is content with this. Side by side. Just you and him.

You can hardly believe your own predicament, as you consider what has led you here.

Back to the ground, sword to his chest, his forehead against yours.

It feels as though an age has passed since then.

The two of you trapped in a stand-off. Your motives so different, and his was unfathomable.

You could not understand how this orc had fallen for you, as he claimed, so suddenly. There was no logic behind it, no strategy, no benefit he could possibly gain by making you believe this.

Which led you to the truth: that he meant it. That he had built up this bonfire of obsession, allowed it to flicker and flame since you had first met. Until it was all-consuming, and impossible to stamp out.

But, even with that, you did not trust the hand around your neck. The glint in his eyes. The maddened longing that afflicted his every movement, his every lovingly vicious word.

And quickly you realised: despite his infatuation, he could kill you.

If pushed too far. If fought against. If he believed slicing your neck with his own claws was a better fate than letting you go, he would do it.

You knew he would.

So, you lowered your sword. The point removed from Ratak's chest.

Was it fear that caused your surrender? Or curiosity? You could not decipher it, breath caught in your throat, mind focused entirely on the blade in your hand.

You exhaled only when it was flat on the ground, sheathed by moss and grass.

"Hah... I knew you'd understand." Ratak spoke, disjointed teeth morphing into a pleased smile.

His hand left your neck, trailing down to the hilt of your sword.

"You'll be mine, and I'll be yours..."

You winced, cursing the world itself as he pried your hand from it, forcing you to let go of the blade. Betraying your instincts, you let the hilt fall from your fingertips.

The faint clink of its landing was nearly inaudible. To you, it was deafening.

Then, you were jostled.

Before you could come to terms with your decision, Ratak got to his feet, lifting you up into his arms with frightening ease. Held to the bloodstain adorning his chest, shallow and slowly drying.

"Right, my love?" He posited.

You did not answer. Luckily, he did not seem to care.

With a press of his cracked lips to your temple, he began to walk.

Emboldened by your surrender, the orc was more than eager to leave your sword, the symbol of your human allegiances, forgotten. Left behind with his helmet. Embraced by naught but dirt and worms.

You have no clue how long he walked for. The trees and grass and branches and rocks seeming to repeat endlessly. But Ratak's steps were sure. He knew where he was going.

And eventually, he wound up here. Where you now lay.

The room is one of dark, chipped, stone; it is hidden within the walls of a deserted fortress. Perhaps ransacked and half torn down, or perhaps half-built and abandoned. Regardless, a place that Ratak has made his own.

Laying in a makeshift bed of fur pelts and loosely-stitched fabric, the rest of the room aligns with the salvaged comforts. Furniture made of cobbled-together wood, bones, and leather are scattered about. The scene an echo of a home, but without the wear of being lived-in.

As your eyes trail over the same items for the hundredth time, you wonder if they were made specifically for your capture. The thought of him preparing this all, while you had been blissfully unaware of his stalking, sticks like a parasite.

How much had he seen while watching you? Was he always planning to bring you back here, willingly or not? Had he hoped, when alone here, that you would feel the same towards him?

You look to Ratak. A being made for violence, for battle, for bloodshed. To be a pawn of Lords and leaders greater than himself.

Yet he speaks of love so freely. His affection, albeit clumsy and abrasive, is affection nonetheless. Able to be dealt only by the violent hands he was moulded with. There is authentic emotion at its core, filtered through the brutal, bloody lens of obsession.

He is an enigma. A contradiction you cannot rationalise.

Of course, you consider the chance of simply asking him. Questioning what his infatuation spawned from or how he had made up this room seemed rather safe topics. Likely ones he would take pride in answering.

But, in spite of your wonderings, you do not wish to ask. Aversion overpowering intrigue. Nervous that, should you entertain him, Ratak would take it as an opportunity. An excuse. His lovesickness persuading him that your questions were signs of something deeper.

As you examine him, you notice that his arms have slackened. Sleep traitorously loosening his hold.

With a cautious shuffle, you attempt to drag yourself from his grip. Gradually, carefully. Cold air pricks your skin as the fur and fabric covers are shed. Ratak remains still.

You look to the door. It is bolted, rather excessively; metal rods and latches are attached to the wood, clear despite the poor light. There is risk in approaching it, but there is just as much in lingering here.

With another shuffle, you reach the edge of the bed. Your legs dangling off, unable to reach the floor from this height.

Then, about to descend, there is a sound from behind you. A groan, accompanied by the shifting of fabric.

You freeze like a startled animal.

Ratak is awake.

"Love?" He coos, eyes blinking open. Centring where you had been beside him. Now an empty spot.

Panic mars Ratak's expression as he shoots up. With frantic, half-focused, eyes he glances to and fro. Locking onto your figure as he spots you.

You are not where you should be, with your feet ever-so close to the floor. Too close.

He lunges, a snare set on its target, the action innate and impulsive. Arms snake around you, before yanking you to him.

A sigh echoes from above, the orc relieved, his human returned to his clutches. Where you should be.

All you feel, however, is on edge. This close, you are reminded of his size, his strength, how he looms over you like the sturdiest of mountains. Certain, powerful, and terribly stubborn.

"What were you doin' there, hm?" Ratak muses drowsily.

"I..." Your voice trails, caught unprepared. You try to keep your eyes on him, but you cannot help yourself.

A look is spared to the locked door. Only for a second. He follows it.

Ratak's brows furrow, creases forming in his skin as he reaches a conclusion. Unfortunately for you, it is the correct one.

"You want to leave..."

The adoring notes in his voice vanish. Swiftly replaced by snarls.

"You're trying to leave me, aren'tcha, love? You're tryin' to run away from me again."

Anxiety constricts in your stomach. Lying through your teeth, your voice is detached and firm.

"I am not trying to lea-"

"Don't you lie!" Ratak shrieks, shutting you up as he shakes with rage.

"Of course you're tryin' to leave! Can't bear being in my arms, is that it?"

Ratak's accusations continue. Nonsensical ramblings, as tangled and unintelligible as his proclamations of love.

"You're gonna run away from me... run back to bloody Gondor... let some filthy tark have you 'nstead of me!"

You wrack your mind, aware of just how dangerous he is right now. The last time he acted like this, you had your sword. But now, you cannot rely on its sharpened safety.

"I'll kill the bastard… lop his hands off for darin’ to touch you… make sure you can never leave me again...”

His hands twist and teem with threat. Yellow irises fogged over as he turns desperate.

Your time is running out. All he would need to do is fetch his axe from it's spot on the wall and...

An idea squirms into your mind. A horribly demeaning idea. It makes you feel sick. But nothing else would work. You have no weapon to threaten him with. Anger would not reach him, and neither would indifference.

"Never again… never ever again…”

In the end, there is nothing to lose.

You rest a reluctant hand on his forearm. Fingertips brushing along collections of aged scars. His accusations pause, puzzled.

Choking down the last shreds of your pride, you put on a softer voice. The voice of a lover.

"Please, Ratak..." The orc's name tastes like thorns on your tongue. "I did not intend to scare you... I am sorry."

"I am not leaving you, and I will not. I swear it."

Ratak's expression flickers, picking you apart.

He knows you are lying. Deep in the burrows of his mind, he knows. But as his chest flutters with the sensation of your palm against his flesh, he can hardly bring himself to care.

Your words are measured and gentle. Without animosity. Without distance. Speaking his name so tenderly. Reciprocating his affections. The hand that once held a blade to him is now comforting him.

Even if it is only an act, it is an act he wishes to drown himself in.

The orc's claws remain around you, burying into your skin like ticks, but his voice dims.

"No. You won't. You're meant for me..."

He sinks, no longer towering over you. Instead, he starts to slouch, head drooping as the night's exhaustion catches up with him.

"You wouldn't be happy with anyone else... Let alone some lousy tark..."

With a half-hearted chuckle, he lays down. You are dragged alongside him, caged once again.

"You love me. Not them." Ratak utters. Yet there is an uncertainty hidden within. An inflection you had not heard from him before.

"You love me..."

He whispers, and still, his uncertainty is not quite stifled. Searching for reassurance in the lines and dips of your face.

"Don't you, sweetness?"

With how closely he is watching, you cannot get away with silence. Your dignity burns before you as fatigue tugs at your resistance, begging you to give in.

Averting your gaze, ultimately, you answer.

"Yes. I... I love you."

He chuckles, genuinely this time. Euphoric to hear those words from you. Even if not a syllable is true.

As you yield to the sanctuary of sleep, you assure yourself. Someday you would escape here.

Someday.

But it would not be tonight.

Tonight, you and him lay together. Entangled in false vows and each other's arms. Sleeping dreamlessly.

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#added thank you to the two who reblogged with comments/tags on part 1!#so glad that others have enjoyed these little drabbles #shadow of war #the obsessed #yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere uruk #yandere orc #middle earth: shadow of war

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thehighpriestess1 · 2 years ago

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August : 13

Summary : Y/n learns more about Gojo's past as she tries to fix what had been broken. A ghost from the past comes to haunt Gojo.

Pairing : Gojo x y/n

Genre : smut, angst, fluff. 18+ only!

Warning : mentions of blood, death, physical and mental abuse. Extreme smut. Curse words. MDNI!

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Blood..there was so much of it. It was in your hands. On your dress. On your palms. Pooled at the bottom of your feet. But who was hurt? You couldn’t see. The smoke was too thick and your eyes burnt from it. There was a fire. You knew there was one even if you couldn’t see it. Somewhere in the dense gray fog someone called for help, a familiar voice, You coughed and covered your mouth. You stumbled forward and tried to hold onto something, anything. The room was familiar. The place was familiar. The golden pillars and velvet curtains, you had seen it all before. But where? You turned around and tried to call out but your throat was filled with dense smoke. You rested your palm flat against the white wall and walked forward smearing a red streak on the wall. Someone was hurt, someone close to you, someone you wanted to save. But who? As you got out of one room and entered another, you saw him, standing in the middle of the room. A faint apologetic smile on his face. His crisp white shirt now stained with the same red that covered your hands. You struggled to breathe and stumbled forward to stand in front of him. His eyes red with smoke looked into yours begging for forgiveness. His pale skin flushed and scarred. His arctic hair that swayed everytime he walked was now matted against his head.

“Satoru…”. You whispered, mustering up every breath in your lungs.

“Y/n..”.

Your eyes darted down to his torso where the red spread, “No..no..”. You muttered to yourself.

“I’m sorry, love”.

“Don’t..no..you can’t”. You tried to press against the wound. “...can’t leave me..no..stay..please”.

“Next..next life..I..I’ll wait for you”. He said, softly, with all the gentleness of this cruel world. Then he closed his eyes.

Your eyes shot open and the first thing you saw was the dark ceiling of the bedroom. For a few moments you couldn’t move. You were sweating, crying, heaving. You raised your hands in front of your face and sighed when you found them clean. It was a dream. You turned your head slowly to your left and saw Gojo sleeping with his mouth slightly open. His one arm lay lazily over you and he was clean too. It was a nightmare. It should have calmed your nerves but it didn’t. Your heartbeat picked up once again and the tears started streaming down your face. You got out of the bed gently lifting Gojo’s hand and made your way to the balcony.

The fresh air brought some relief. But your heart felt heavy. Why would you have a dream like that about Gojo? You didn’t want him to die. You didn’t want to hurt him. You didn’t hate him. Then why? You felt guilty. Did you kill Gojo in your dream? Who did? With each passing second the details of the dream were getting blurry. You gripped the marble railing tightly and shut your eyes. Why? Why did he die in your dream? You bit your lip to not make a noise as you let the tears fall onto the railing. For the longest time you kept counting forward and backward to ten. But nothing helped. You tried to think of things around you, feel the cold marble under your palms, you tried to ground yourself into reality and shake away that omen of a nightmare. In you stressed, sad, state you realized that only he could fix it. Only he could help you come back to reality. Should I wake him up? You thought to yourself, no. What will you even say? That you killed him in your dream? Maybe you wanted him to die? No. He cannot know.

“Y/n?”.

You opened your eyes immediately as you recognized the voice. You wiped your face with your hands and took a deep breath before turning around. “Hey”. You spoke meekly, looking at your reflection in the glass behind him. Your eyes slowly went to his torso, his white night shirt was crumpled but clean.

“What..”. Gojo couldn’t think of words. The look on your face was enough of an answer for him.

Your heart still felt heavy and before Gojo could ask anything you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. You needed this. You needed to hold him. To remind yourself that he was here. You buried your face in his chest and took a deep breath, taking in all of him.

Gojo didn’t know for how long you had been here. All he knew was that he opened his eyes and the spot next to him was empty and for a few brutal moments his worst nightmare seemed like a possibility. You were not really here. But fortunately the crib next to your side of the bed reminded him that you were here, just not next to him. Which seemed even worse. He got out of bed and ran to the bathroom to look for you but found it empty, then the silver silhouette of your night dress caught his eyes.

Gojo’s one arm snaked around your waist and the other gently rubbed the back of your head. “It’s alright love. Everything is fine”.

You nodded but didn’t let go. You needed another minute or two or maybe a lifetime or two with him. Gojo frowned when your arms tightened around him. You definitely had another nightmare. But what triggered it? Did he do something? Or someone else did? Or was it simply the past haunting you? He continued to rub the back of your head and let you sob in his arms. He was going to get to whoever or whatever made you cry.

He could feel your body tremble with fright in his arms and he closed his eyes and held you with all his life. Like he was trying to absorb all of your pain and nightmares. He would rather it be him waking up in cold sweats than you. He had been here, in the same situation, he knew how it felt, how helpless and lost it felt, he hated that you had to go through it.

Only when he felt your body relax did he loosen his hold. He looked around the lawn over your head, scanning for any potential threats, anyone who would try to take advantage of you in your vulnerable moment. He relaxed when he found no one and looked down at you, still holding him with your life. Now your skin had started to feel cold and Gojo got worried that maybe staying out for too long in this weather was not the best idea.

“You ready to go in?”. He asked in a hushed tone.

You couldn’t speak but you nodded your head. Gojo smiled and scooped you in his arms. Under any other circumstances you would have resisted but now you snuggled against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. You didn’t say anything when Gojo kept you softly on the bed like you were made of glass. You didn’t say anything when he handed you a glass of water. You didn’t say anything when you lay under the covers. You didn’t say anything when Gojo slipped under the covers and looked at you. He didn’t demand an answer or an explanation. His question was evident from the look in his eyes, Are you okay?

You didn’t have it in you to give him false reassurance right now. “Satoru..”.

“Yes?”. Gojo intertwined his hand with yours.

Gojo chuckled, “Are you okay?”. You asked.

“I should be the one asking that”.

“Please..tell me. Are you happy? And healthy?”.

Gojo hummed in contemplation. “I am the happiest I have ever been. Healthiest too”. He smiled widely.

“I am serious right now”. You warned.

“I am too. You make me the happiest person in this world. You and our son”.

You nodded your head in response and looked down at the space between the two of you. “Just..stay safe…for me..and Keisuke”.

Gojo frowned. “Is everything o-”

“Please! Just promise me!”. You cut him off. You looked at him, pleading.

Gojo pulled you into him, “I promise I will stay safe for you and Keisuke”.

“Thank you”.

Those three words that Gojo longed to hear, lay idly on your lips. So close to falling out. So close to being buried forever. But Gojo didn’t know that. All he knew was that you were scared and he was angry. Though you hid it well, the shiver in your body the moment you wrapped your arms around him told him everything he needed to know. You were scared because you didn’t feel safe. He failed to make you feel safe, he failed to give you the sense of security you needed. As you drifted to sleep once again, Gojo lay awake. Protecting you. Holding you. So that if you wake up again, he will be there. If anyone comes for you, he will be there.

-X-

It had been two days since the nightmare. Gojo, fortunately, didn't bring it up and neither did you. But His behavior shifted just a little. Like he knew something was troubling you, like he was in on your little secret. He came home to you earlier than usual. He spent extra time with you in the morning and before going to bed. He joined you on your evening walks with Keisuke. On these walks the two of you would hold hands, look at each other with love, talk about everything under the sun, you'd roll your eyes at his jokes and he would fake gasp at your sarcastic comments. Yet there were things about him that lay buried securely under the happy exterior. He was happy, he assured you. He was not just pretending to be a good father and a husband but he was genuinely a good one. But there was this feeling inside you that maybe you didn’t know the whole of him. He showed you the light side but you wanted more. You wanted to dive into his past and understand the root cause of his anxiety. You wanted to know what made him weak, what made him vulnerable, what made him human and not the god everyone treats him to be.

Jerry had been busy after your last conversation with him and you have been keeping an eye out for any free time you could get with him. The sensitive nature of your conversation with him demanded long hours and secluded places. Sure everyone in the house was a trusted person but not everyone knew what you needed to know. When Keisuke was asleep in the afternoon you would leave and explore the grounds of the estate on your own. There were rooms that had been locked for years and no one had the keys. There were wings that were forbidden for everyone except Gojo. You were sure that if you'd ask Gojo he would give you a convincing excuse for which you would not have a reply. But you didn't want a convincing excuse, you wanted to know the truth.

Then there was Hiro. You felt like you were running out of time. There was so much going on in your head. Gojo’s past, Hiro, the forbidden wings, locked door, one month time limit. You didn’t know what to prioritize.

You were awake now, you could hear Gojo talking and Keisuke giggling, you opened your eyes slowly to see Gojo walking back and forth with Keisuke in his arms. But the scene that should have made your heart swell gave you butterflies. A whole garden of them. Gojo, who was usually in his PJs at this time of the morning was now in black track pants that hung low with his upper body bared to your sleepy eyes. You could see every muscle from his broad shoulders to this tapering back. You let out a shuddered breath when he turned around and you saw just how buffed your husband was. You wondered if this happened overnight or you didn’t notice before? But how could you not notice that you had been going to bed with this adonis of a man?

“Look! Mama’s up!”. Gojo squeaked when he saw you staring at them.

You shook away your thoughts and smiled. You tied your hair up and walked towards the two of them. Keisuke saw you and stretched his hands out to indicate that he needed a change of parent. You chuckled and took him in your arms and cuddled him. You were getting used to sleeping without him next to you but every time you held him in your arms cursed yourself for letting him sleep in a crib. He was growing and so were his chubby arms, legs and cheek.

“Morning my munchkin!”. You peppered him with kisses.

“Morning, love”. Gojo wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his face on your shoulder.

You bit your lip nervously, this was the worst time for him to get all cuddly with you. Though he wasn’t at fault, your own attraction annoyed you.

“Go away”. You shrugged and walked away from him.

‘“Ouch, Why?”. Gojo asked as he ran his hand through his possibly wet hair.

You glared at him. “Because you’re annoying”.

“Why am I annoying?”. Gojo chuckled. He knew you didn’t mean it but he was having fun at your expense.

“Because…”. You bit the inside of your cheeks. How dare you look like that?! Who looks like that?! Either stop being a respectful husband or put on a damn shirt!. “.....Because you hogged all the blankets last night”.

“That’s not possible”. Gojo shrugged. “You were in my arms the entire night”.

His choice of words, the structure of his sentence, frustrated you more. You didn’t want to say anything else because you knew that he knew you too well and he would pick up on it.

“Nevermind, are we meeting the nanny today?”. You asked, untangling your locket from Keisuke’s hand.

Gojo picked up the water bottle and walked over to the bed, he sat down with a plop and took a sip. “Actually, I asked the agency to send us the profiles so we can go through it and then call the ones we like for an interview”.

You nodded your head. “Okay. We can do that. I gotta go shower now so do you mind holding him?”.

Gojo leaned back on his palms, “I was going to go for a shower now as well. Maybe we can go together”. He smirked.

You gave him a pressed smile, “And who will look after Keisuke then?”.

“So you don’t mind us taking a shower together?”. Gojo teased you further.

"Satoru!".

Gojo chuckled. "I'm just saying that you didn't say no". He shrugged sarcastically.

"You're a menace!". You scoffed. Keisuke, as if he could understand your banter, started giggling. "See, even he agrees!". You added.

Gojo got up and took Keisuke from your arms. "Fine then. You can go wash up first. I'll use that time to turn him on my side!".

You smiled and took Keisuke back from him. "You need to go to work so you can go first".

Keisuke looked at the two of you wide eyed.

"I am not going to work today". Gojo added and took Keisuke back.

"Why not?". You asked.

"I don't want to". Gojo smiled.

"Satoru…".

"Yes?".

"Go wash up and go to work". You folded your hands over your chest.

"Why can't I spend some time with you?".

"You can. Once you come back".

"But I don't want to go". Gojo whined.

"Satoru".

"What will I get if I go to work?".

"You'll get your work done".

Gojo rolled his eyes and spun Keisuke around. "Boooorrrriiinnnggg".

You sighed and closed your eyes. "Fine. If you go to work then I will…make…waffles for you in the evening". Gojo had mentioned that he misses the waffles you used to make every Sunday and though it was not a Sunday you thought it would be a good bait.

Gojo looked at you and weighed the offer. He then looked at Keisuke who seemed to be contemplating the offer as well. "should I take it?". He asked Keisuke. Keisuke looked at you and then at him and gave Gojo a gummy smile.

"That's a yes!". You pointed at Keisuke. "You know that's a yes!".

Gojo groaned and handed Keisuke back to you. "You're a meanie". He said and walked past you.

"Do you want those waffles or-".

"You're the best wife in the whole world and I love you so much!!!". Gojo yelled as he walked inside the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

You turned around in the direction Gojo had just walked on and started at the closed bathroom door. "I love you too". You whispered to yourself and Keisuke.

-X-

You sat on the couch in the living room and flipped through the file containing profiles of all the available nannies.

Gojo sipped his tea next to you and watched you read every single detail. He had purposely canceled his meetings for the rest of the day so he could do this with you.

"Ummm did you get my message in the bathroom today?". Gojo asked, watching you amusingly.

You looked at him through the corner of your eyes, "I did". You smiled and went back to reading Ms.Iwazumi's details.

"Sooo … do you have something to say about that?". Gojo bit the inside of his cheeks. His palms were sweating and his heart was beating out of his chest.

"Actually…. Half of the message got fogged up so all I read was 'Do you'". You smirked.

You had read the message written on the bathroom mirror. It was sweet and had multiple small hearts around it. It was childish and humorous but it was Gojo in every way. It simply read,

Do you

want to go on a date

with me?

Gojo scoffed. He knew what you were up to. "You did read it, didn't you?".

"Like I said, all I read was 'do you', do I what Satoru?". You spoke without meeting his eyes.

"Y/n..".

"Yes?".

"Look at me". Gojo said, keeping the teacup on the table.

You turned your head towards him and raised an eyebrow promoting him to go ahead.

Gojo smiled widely, he knew you knew. You were teasing him. Your cold hard exterior was melting. His y/n, was now seeping through the cracks of the wall. "Love, Do you want to go on a date with me?".

You pressed your lips together to hold the smile, it was funny to see a grown man, getting nervous to ask his wife on a date. "Yes. I will". You gave him a short smile and went back to the file.

"How about him?!". You asked wide eyed and pointed to the photo of a man.

"Him?". Gojo frowned. There was no way he was going to let another man be anywhere near you. Especially anyone who is under 50!.

"Yes! He has good credentials and references".

"He's not even that good looking". Gojo commented with a scowl.

"Satoru, this is not a pageant selection. This is a nanny selection".

"Mmmhmm". Gojo nodded and read the profile. It was good. He could work.

"And he is not that bad looking".

"Absolutely no!". Gojo scoffed and took the page off from the file and crumpled it only a ball and tossed it on the table.

"Satoru!".

"He was just…not good enough. We need someone with more experience". Gojo said.

You frowned but moved onto the next one. "Ummm okay, how about him?"..

"Another him?!".

After arguing back and forth you had gone through the entire file and not selected a single one. Some were not experienced with toddlers, some did not have good referrals and some were just…men.

"What do we do now?". You asked as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

"We ask another agency". Gojo said flatly.

But you had other ideas. Better idea. You turned towards Gojo and smiled. You took his hand in yours and tried to come up with the right argument to support the case. Truth be told, you didn't need any of that. Gojo was already on your side the moment you held his hand.

"How about we ask Jerry to be Keisuke's nanny? He practically raised you, and I want him to raise Keisuke too. He has experience and he is family".

Gojo hummed. "I mean if…he agrees then sure. That's a great idea". Gojo smiled. You smiled eye to eye and hugged Gojo. "Thanks!".

Gojo chuckled and rubbed your back. "You're adorable".

You realized what you had done and immediately pulled back, clearing your throat. “I..There is also ..uumm another thing”.

“What thing?”.

“I have to take Keisuke for his health check up this friday. I have already made an appointment for 10:00 AM so if you want..or if you’re free…you can..come”.

Gojo Scoffed. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”.

“It's just his regular checkups so I didn’t want to bother you with-”.

“Bother me?!”. Gojo’s eyes widened. He pressed his lips and stood up running his hand through his hair.

You watched him silently with your mouth hung open. He was angry. “Satoru calm down”. You got up and tried to hold his hand but Gojo was spiraling. You could see it. The gears were turning behind his eyes and even though he stayed silent you could tell he was thinking of a thousand different things right now.

“Satoru..please calm down”.

“I thought..I thought you trusted me now”. Gojo spoke, looking not at you but a distant point on the wall behind you. “And now you are telling me that I CAN come! I am supposed to be there!”.

“Satoru..I do. This has nothing to do with..with anything. I really just thought that-”.

“That I’d be too busy to show up for my son?”. Gojo cut you off. He looked at you with an helpless look of a man who had failed and failed and failed.

You were at a loss of words. You didn’t mean to hurt him. “No..I just..Satoru..”. You pressed your lips together and sucked in a sharp breath ”I just didn’t think much of it. I have been doing this ever since he was born so it was really just out of habit. If I didn’t trust you then why would I even ask you to come?”.

Gojo let out a sigh and nodded his head, “Don’t you get it? I don’t want you to ask me anything. You tell me. You tell me what I need to do and I’ll do it. I could have made the appointment and I could have handled everything, I can do it y/n! Just..tell me what I need to do”.

“Satoru..you already have so much on your plate. I have seen your schedule and I-”.

“Y/n!”. Gojo cut you off with a frenzied state of mind. “That is work! That can wait. Don’t even think for a second that I would ever…ever put work before my family. Even if it's something as small as going for a walk, you tell me! ”.

"Satoru, it's not like I was hiding it from you. I told you didn't I? So why are you trying to make a huge deal out of it?". You retaliated at the same pitch Gojo spoke.

Gojo scoffed and bit his lip. "Huge deal? Y/n you never mentioned that we need to take Keisuke for regular check ups!".

"That's because it's common sense!".

"Not.to.me! Everything, all of this is new to me! You have been his mother since the day he was born and I have hardly been a father for a month so I would need you to tell me these things".

"I did tell you. Right now! I just made an appointment that's all".

"God y/n! You can't just make an appointment in any random hospital! Did you even look into the doctor? Did you even check the hospital's track record? Do you really want to take your son to ..to some random doctor?".

You let out a chuckle which made Gojo frown. "Satoru, it's just a regular pediatric check up".

"Well not to me. I want to make sure that my son gets the best doctor there is! I can't just take him into a random clinic! As a mother are you not concerned about the kind of care he needs?".

You took a step back. "Are you saying that…I don't care enough for him? That I would just take him anywhere?".

Gojo pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. "I just want what's best for him. I have missed out on so much and-".

"Whose fault is that?". You blurted out.

A heavy silence took place where anger had been. As soon as the words left your mouth you wished you hadn't said anything at all. You didn't intend to remind Gojo of the past and you certainly didn't want to use it against him.

You could see him struggling to hold back his tears. Something as small as this triggered something big inside him and this time you had a faint idea about what it could have been. It hurt you to see him like this, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn't mean it”. You muttered and held his shaking hands.

Gojo stayed silent.

"Satoru…I didn't mean it".

“It’s alright”. Gojo let out a heavy breath.

You swallowed painfully. There was nothing you could do now.You can't mend anything right now. “I’ll..I’ll go talk to Jerry”.

“Okay”. Gojo pulled his hand back and slid them into his pocket.

“See you in the evening”. You gave a curt smile, hoping to ease the tension.

Gojo nodded blankly and walked out first. You stood there and watched him disappear around the corner. You turned around slowly and sheepishly made your way to the bedroom. Maybe he just needed some space and time and then he’ll be..he'll be fine. Right?

-X-

You carefully added the chocolate syrup on the waffles like a chef on a cooking show. Gojo could be here any minute and after your last conversation you wanted to make him happy. So here you were decorating each waffle to perfection. A smiley face, A cloud, and a heart. You contemplated the heart but then decided to just go for it.

You placed each of them on a rectangular tray with whipped cream and cut strawberries on the side. You stood back from the kitchen counter and admired your work. He would like it for sure and maybe then he'll forgive you.

You sat on the high chair on one side of the kitchen island and waited for him to walk through any minute. The clock above the entryway indicated that Gojo should be here in 3 minutes at exactly 5:00 PM. He was always so punctual.

Jerry rocked Keisuke gently in his arms. He has agreed to babysit him happily. He loved Keisuke and he knew you needed a friend too. He had seen you try and talk to other people but no one opened up to you. He had seen this happen before and maybe this time he will be able to change the fate.

You got off from the chair and pace around the kitchen. "He will show up, right?". You asked nervously.

You had told Jerry about your fight, he knew both of you were at fault but at least you were trying to extend a peace offering, as far as he knew Gojo, he had his doubts. "Mr.Gojo must be caught up with work. How about you have some tea till then?".

You shook your head, "I'll have it with him". You checked on the plates and adjusted them so they were in a perfect line. Anything…anything to keep you busy until he comes. Every passing second felt like an hour.

Gojo was 5 minutes late, but that's normal, you thought. You sat in the chair and prepared a monologue about how to apologize to him. Next thing you knew it was 5:30. Gojo was not there and the waffles had turned cold. You started making another batch to serve him hot ones when he comes.

You were trying hard to control your tears, making excuses as to why he couldn't be here. Meeting? Work? Maybe he wasn't in the house and was stuck in traffic? Same smiley face, cloud and heart with chocolate syrup.

You checked the clock, it was 5:55. Gojo was not coming. You looked at Jerry and took a deep breath. "He isn't coming, is he?".

Before Jerry could reply, a man in black suit walked into the kitchen. He turned towards Jerry instead of you and offered a curt bow, "Mr.Gojo says he won't be coming. He is busy with work. He will be here for dinner".

Jerry looked at you helplessly. He wanted to offer you words to stop the tears running down your cheeks but your sad smile told him that his words were of no use.

"Excuse me?". You called out to the man. He turned towards you and bowed curtly.

"Yes ma'am".

"Can you please give these to him? I can pack it right now". You said and pulled out a glass container from the shelf. You carefully placed each waffle inside along with whipped cream and strawberries.

"Uhgh…sure…I will". He took the container from you and left with another curt bow.

"I guess I'll see him at dinner then". You shrugged and took off the apron.

You fed and put Keisuke to sleep. Jerry stayed with him in the bedroom while you waited for your husband in the dining room. You watched as the chefs put dishes on the table. You took a sip from your glass and bit your lip nervously. Deep down you doubted that he would show up. But you're wishful thinking got the best of you. You were upset that he didn't send back any message about the waffles. Did he like them? Did he even eat them? How can someone be so busy? You let out a frustrated sigh.

He was 30 minutes late. You knew he wasn't coming but you also didn't have it in you to leave. You wanted him to come. You were begging him to come. To just show up, have a meal with you and then get as mad as he wanted. "Please.." you whispered to yourself as you folded your hands in a silent prayer. An hour passed as you sat silently. You looked up and looked at the chefs, waiting for your order.

"Can you please check with Mr.Gojo to see when he will be coming". You asked a guard. He nodded and immediately pressed a button on his walkie talkie.

He entered the room a few minutes later and the apologetic look on his face gave you your answer. "Mr.Gojo has already had dinner in his office".

You nodded your head and got up. "You can leave for the day. Thank you". You smiled at the kitchen staff and walked out.

You took deep breaths on your way to the bedroom to control the flood of emotions. You thought you masked it well but as soon as you entered the bedroom and saw Jerry you broke down.

Jerry was on your side in a second, helping you stand up and walk you to the bed. He handed you a glass of water and a towel.

"He didn't come, Jerry. I waited …but…". You hiccuped. "..I didn't mean to hurt him. I swear I didn't. I…don't know what to do". You sobbed.

"It's alright. I know you didn't mean to. It's going to be fine".

You nodded and wiped the tears off of your face.

"Did you have dinner?". Jerry asked.

You shook your head.

“I’ll get something for you”.

"I've lost my appetite. I'd like to sleep now. I don't feel good".

Jerry sighed and nodded. He helped you get in bed and took his leave. Even when he closed the door behind him he could hear faint sobs and hiccups.

He should have gone to his quarters and retired for the day but the look on your face haunted him. You made a mistake but who doesn't? So here he was walking into Gojo's office, determined to stop the past from repeating itself.

Gojo looked up from behind his laptop and smiled, "Hello, Jerry".

"Hello Mr.Gojo".

"How may I help you?". Gojo asked, shutting his laptop off.

"May I ask you something, sir?". Jerry asked in his polite manner with his hands behind his back.

"Sure". Gojo leaned back in his leather chair.

"Do you love Ms.Y/n?".

Gojo stared at Jerry for a few moments. "I do. You know I do".

"Did you promise her that you'd see her in the evening?".

Gojo sighed and looked down. "I did..but we had a..fight".

"Did you give her your word that you'd show up for dinner?".

Gojo looked up, "it's not that simple Jerry. Her words hurt me. I have done everything I could but it's not enough for her. I can't erase the past for her. I would if I could but I can't".

"What did she do that upset you in the first place?". Jerry asked.

"She booked an appointment with a doctor for Keisuke's check-up without asking me first".

"Why should she have to ask you? Is she not his mother?".

"She is! But I can have the best doctor for him".

"Which doctor would you have booked Mr.Gojo". Jerry's calm tone sent a shiver down Gojo's spine.

"Mrs.Iwazumi at Tokyo met hospital. She is the best pediatrician in the country".

Jerry smiled. "Do you know Mr.Gojo that Ms.y/n had booked the same doctor. In fact she had made an appointment the day the three of you left for Tokyo".

Gojo's mouth opened and then closed. "No. I…I didn't know that".

"Did you ask her about it?".

"I didn't. Okay? That was my fault but she-".

"Mr.Gojo you do realize that you implied that she is a bad parent? The one that cannot take care of their child. When you know very well the sacrifices that she had made to protect master Keisuke".

"I didn't mean to. I.. I really didn't mean to".

"Neither you nor I could ever be mother's so it is not up to us to decide who is a good mother. She left her village to be here with you and Keisuke, do you really think she would have done that had she been a bad mother? Do you think it's easy to uproot your life and move away from friends and family all for the sake of your child?".

Gojo swallowed painfully. He could see where he was wrong now. While you had pointed out the truth, Gojo had accused you of being a bad parent. He undermined your capability to take care of Keisuke.

"Today she spent hours making the perfect waffles for you to make up for her wrongs. Do you think she would have done that had she not loved you?".

Gojo looked up with wide eyes. He didn't know what to say.

Jerry continued, "I watched her count each minute waiting for you, making and remaking waffles".

"I needed some time". Gojo spoke in his defense.

Jerry smiled, "Did that help you Mr.Gojo? Or did that only push you two apart?".

Gojo stayed silent. He knew the answer.

"Did you have your dinner Mr.Gojo?". Jerry continued.

Gojo nodded. "I did".

"Ms.Y/n waited for over an hour for you in the dining room".

"Jerry I-"

"And then she cried herself to sleep. So I really hope you enjoyed your dinner Mr.Gojo. I may not be an expert on marriages but let me tell you this, she did not deserve to cry herself to sleep".

Gojo's stomach dropped. He couldn't imagine putting you through something like that. "Jerry, I swear I had no idea that she was waiting. I didn't think she would".

"You underestimate her. She is a good woman. Now if you'll excuse me, it's way past my shift time. Goodnight Mr.Gojo".

Jerry bowed and left Gojo's office.

Gojo sat silently, replaying the conversation in his head. He had no idea it would escalate this much. He thought about the waffles that his guard brought in, the call on walkie talkie asking about him, he should have known then. He was so blinded by his anger that he couldn't see the signs. "Fuck". Gojo muttered and ran out of his office.

He prayed for you to still be up, reading, standing on the balcony, anything, he wanted to talk to you, beg for your forgiveness, grovel at your feet. He would do it all and then do it again a thousand times.

He barged in through the door and walked inside the bedroom. You seemed asleep. There was silence. Keisuke was asleep too. He walked over to the bed and saw you sleeping in the dress you had worn that day. He could see your tear stained cheeks and red nose. He didn't know what to do. Should he wake you up? Or let you sleep?

He slid inside the duvet removing his shoes and socks. He didn't want to waste another second. He caressed your cheeks and could feel the stickiness on them.

"I'm sorry", he whispered, but it was too late now. He was scared to hold you, to invade the space you had created for yourself, a space that he had lost access to.

He lay wide awake, replaying the whole day. He pictured you waiting for him and it broke his heart. He replayed the conversation in his head and winced at his own words. He wished he could take back everything he had said. It really wasn't a big deal. He should have asked you before blowing things out of proportion. He didn't know what to do. When it came to you and making up for his mistakes he was clueless.

Gojo got off the bed and walked into the kitchen. He had sent back the waffles in anger and now they were laying in a corner in the same container you had packed them in. He opened them and smiled when he saw the faded smiley face, cloud and the heart. They were cold and soggy, the strawberries had started to darken but Gojo brought the container to the kitchen island and ate the soggy waffles. They didn't taste how they were supposed to and he had to chew with all his effort but he finished every last one of them with tears in his eyes. He sniffled, thinking how he lost out on a happy memory with you all because of his anger. He didn't even deserve these soggy waffles, he didn't deserve anything. He was a terrible husband. What kind of a husband lets his wife cry herself to sleep? What kind of husband puts his wife through so much pain? He didn't deserve to be called your husband. He didn't deserve you. He felt pathetic and small. But regardless he ate all off the waffles and cleaned the container afterward.

When he walked back in, he saw that you had faced the other way but you were still asleep. He sighed and slipped in next to you. Keeping his distance.

Your eyes opened when you felt the mattress sink behind you. You had woken up a while ago and when you didn't see Gojo next to you you turned the other way. Was he returning now? This late? You were still hurt and as much as you wanted to turn to him and talk to him about what happened you weren't sure if he wanted the same thing. What if he was still mad at you, nothing you could say would make any difference because it was clear to you now that you were here only because of Keisuke. Gojo loved you as the mother of his child.

You felt his arm drape over your waist and it triggered something, if he wasn't going to love you for who you are then he had no right to love you at all.

You kept your hand on top of his and yanked his hand away. You got off the bed and made your way towards the wardrobe to change.

"Y/n". Gjojo got up, surprised. You were awake. He followed you in quietly but once both of you were inside he grabbed your wrist and turned you around. The movement had you bumping against his chest. "Please..i just want to talk".

You tried to break free but his grip remained firm. "There is nothing to talk about. Let me go!". You spoke In hushed tone. Worried that you might wake up Keisuke.

"Y/n, Please. Give me a chance to explain".

“Let me go Satoru!”.

“Please just hear me out once and then you can be mad at me but please please just hear me out”

You stopped struggling and let out a quivering breath. Your heart was aching and it was getting unbearable. "What do you have to say?".

Gojo was surprised at your agreement. But he took what he got. "I'm sorry. I was angry and I took it out in a very bad way. I am really sorry for everything that happened today. I didn't mean to call you a bad parent and I didn't mean to treat you this way".

"Okay". You replied with a sad smile. You could feel the hurt spreading from your chest to your arms to your stomach. It was everywhere. You didn't want to fight. You just wanted this day to be over. You had lost the battle already.

"What?". Gojo frowned. No it cannot be right, he thought to himself.

“Okay, fine you didn't mean to treat me this way. Got it.”.

Gojo opened his mouth then closed it. You didn’t believe him, he thought. You were only saying this to get him off. “You don't believe me?”. He asked.

"I..". You took a deep breath. "..said it's alright". You tried to pull away again but Gojo didn't let you go.

"No. What do you mean it's alright? Aren't you mad at me? Get angry at me. Yell at me". Gojo struggled to keep his voice low.

"Why?..why..". You stuttered. ".. should I? You…you you don't owe me anything". You looked up at him and gave him a sad smile.

"No. That's not why I'm doing this. Y/n, I am really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I swear I didn't". Gojo owed you everything, he owed you his life, he owed you every happy moment he has ever had. He owed it all to you.

"I said it's fine".

Gojo shook his head. "It's not. I don't know why you're saying it is but it's not".

"What do you want me to say? Satoru I know what I said wasn't right but I tried to make it up to you. I … I waited for you. If you didn't want to see me..if you..needed space then you could have just told me. I…You say one thing and then you do another..I..I don’t know what to feel anymore. I feel empty..stupid and..just..hollow..I don’t mean anything". You looked down and could feel the tears rolling over to the edge of your jaw and then only the carpet below.

Gojo placed his index finger under your chin and tilted up your face. He could see the damage he had done. This wasn't the first time you had waited for him and he had failed to show up to only show up when it was too late. He could see it written clearly in your eyes that you were thinking about that time and he knew you wouldn't bring that up. You didn't have to. He knew. He had no words. He had no explanation. He could see that you were really not mad at him but you were hurt. No words could fix it. You were right, you had no reason to trust him. Your words brought out a buried memory and an icy chill ran down his spine.

“I..I’m not a bad mother Satoru. I care for Keisuke. He…he is the reason I live. I'd do anything…anything for him. I'd go through all the bad days for him so I don’t care how you treat me anymore, Kiesuke love..loves you so long as you’re a good father to him..I have..I have no-”.

Gojo's face turned pale, like he had seen a ghost or maybe reminded of onel. No no no no, Gojo thought to himself, this can’t be happening, there was now ay this was happening, the same words, the same look on your face, he had turned into the monster he hated the most. His head was spinning, he was not going to let history repeat itself . He had no words, no excuses,so he leaned down and pressed his lips onto yours.

Your initial reaction was withdrawal but when he pulled you closer and molded his lips to yours, you caved in. Your hands that were resting against his chest now we're wrapped around his neck.

His one hand wrapped around your waist and the other tangled in your hair. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He had expected you to push him away but as soon as your arms wrapped around his neck he was alive again. This was not a dream, this was not a hallucination, this was real. The warmth of your mouth and the softness of your lips were all real. The curve of your waist and the suppleness of your breast pressing against him was all real. He needed you, he needed your every breath. He wanted it.

Your lips moved in perfect rhythm. Gojo bit your bottom lip asking for more and you gave it to him. You moaned into each other’s mouth and clung to each other with absolute desperation. You fisted his shirt and he tangled his hands in your hair. Your noses bumped against each other and his one hand pressed your lower back to push you into him. You could feel the warmth of his hand and how big it was. You felt like a delicate bird in the hands of a gentle giant. Both of you were a moaning, panting mess. Each breath was exchanged and each whimper met its match.Both of you were tired, tired of fighting, tired of arguing, tired of proving yourselves. This…this was a passionate outlet, a means to communicate what words couldn't and heart longed for. Gojo nibbled and sucked on your lips, the kiss was sweet and salty. It tasted of want and anger. Your teeth clashed and tongues collided. The two of you were fighting and when your hands tugged his hair Gojo knew he had lost but God did it feel good to lose.

When you broke the kiss both of you were heaving for air.Hair mess, body sweaty, but neither of you let go. You held onto each other. "I'm sorry..Y/n..love I..I’m so sorry..please..please. It's not just about Keisuke. I know I fucked up but please just know that I need you. I need you to be here, to be here with me". Gojo muttered against your lips, eyes half lidded, breath heavy with desperation and lack of air. He pressed his forehead to yours and his tears mixed with yours and rolled down your chin. “..I can’t live.. without you..so curse me out as much as you want but don’t think for a second that you mean nothing”.

You realized what had just happened. "I..let me go". You whispered and tried to walk away but Gojo didn't let you. He held onto you with his life. He was not going to let you believe that this was nothing. This was everything for him.

"No no no no. Don't say that. Please..please.. don't say that".

You sucked in a sharp breath. "Satoru…It’s alright". You put your palm flatly against his chest and your eyes widened at the rapid beating of his heart. Sure your heartbeat had picked up too but you were sure Gojo was either having a panic attack or was on the verge of having one. His hands that cupped your face trembled and when you put your hand over his, he let out a shuddered breath, worried that you were pushing him away, but you didn’t. You held his hands firmly in yours.

“Satoru..are you alright?”.

Gojo remained silent for a few seconds taking in deep breaths to compose himself. “I love you. You are my whole life y/n. Not just a part of it”

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, "We're fine. It was just a bad day". You tried to calm his nerves. To another person Gojo would just seem Gojo, but you could feel his pulse, his ragged breath, how his lips quivered as he tried to maintain his composure. A part of you wanted to tell him to let it all out. To cry as much as he wanted because you were there to hold him but you knew he wasn't ready yet. You gave his hand a light squeeze and tiptoed to kiss his cheeks. "we are more than fine Satoru".

Gojo chuckled and sniffled and then pulled you into him."I love you y/n..I do..I really fucking do. I promise this won't happen again".

You pulled back with your arms still around him and stared at him for a few seconds and then gave him a short smile. You wanted to tell him you loved him but the words just won't fall out of your lips. “Okay”.

“No more bad days”, he smiled sadly and caressed your cheeks with his thumb. “Why don’t you go wash up and I’ll see you outside”. He gave you another short kiss on the lips and walked out smiling. He was happy that he could kiss you now. Whether it meant kissing in the storm or kissing in the comfort of his home, he would take all of the kisses.

-X-

"Hey Jerry, can I ask you something?". You asked as you watched Jerry put Keisuke in a stroller after getting him ready for your walks.

"Anything ma'am". He smiled.

"Why is the left wing of the house closed? I tried going in but the guard told me that no one is allowed to go there except Satoru".

Jerry took a deep breath. "Ms.Y/n…". Jerry paused searching for words.

"Please Jerry. I can't ask Satoru and I…I might have triggered something in him a few days ago..I mean I think I did…I don't know..".

Jerry frowned but silently pushed the stroller and walked next to you. "Ms.Y/n I am sure that whatever it was Mr.Gojo would never blame you for it".

"I know I just..I want to know about his life. He hardly tells me anything and sometimes I feel he is comparing himself…or the situation with something or someone. Like all of this is a bad Deja Vu for him. I don't know how to explain it".

But Jerry knew what you were talking about. He contemplated for a minute. How much did he have the right to tell you? You were right, Gojo would never bring up any of this. He looked at you, you were worried about him.

"Ms.y/n. Mr.Gojo's life has not been a cakewalk. If I may speak freely, this is the happiest I have seen him since the day he was born".

You frowned."Why? What happened? Please Jerry. I need to know". You pleaded.

Jerry sighed. "Mr.Gojo had a tough life. He was not born as a son but as an heir to the Gojo group. The family initially inhabited the left wing of the estate where Mr.Gojo spent most of time with his mother. He was really close to her but deep inside evidently he wanted his father. He would wait for hours outside his father's office with his toys and would throw a fit when he was picked up by the guards and taken to his room. He was treated unkindly by his father and every time his mother stepped in between she suffered the same consequences".

“What do you mean unkindly?”.

Jerry sighed, “His father was an aggressive person and anyone who came in his way suffered his wrath both mentally and..physically”.

“Jerry…that..cruel. That’s abuse!”.

“It is Ms.Y/n. But our hands were tied”

"What happened to his mother? He never talks about her". You asked as you came to a halt near the gazebo.

Jerry kept the stroller to the side and sat opposite to you. "When Mr.Gojo was 9 his mother came to be with a child. It was surprising to all of us but Mr.Gojo was happy that he would have a sibling to play with. His mother suffered greatly during her second pregnancy. She couldn't bear to bring another child into this life. So she left".

"Left?".

"Yes ma'am”.

“You mean, she ran away?”.

“Yes ma’am. She did not want her child to be a part of this world. But his father saw this as an act of defiance and his guard brought her back after a week. Mr.Gojo saw it all. The way his mother was dragged to the office and how she pleaded with his father to treat her kids fairly and kindly regardless of how he treated her. I tried so hard ..to take Me.Gojo away but he didn't move. Sadly she passed away during childbirth. Mr.Gojo was there at the hospital, excitedly waiting for his sibling. He even carried his favorite toys to share. But neither of them survived".

Your stomach dropped. Suddenly everything made sense. His paranoia, his fears. Gojo never brought up any of this and always gave a pretense of having everything he wanted. You could imagine him being a 9 year old waiting outside the room with his favorite toys and getting the news. It broke your heart into a million pieces. You realized the weight of your words and felt small. Maybe you didn't have the most financially secured childhood but you had a happy family. You parents loved you and loved each other. You knew what love looked like. You were never forced to marry someone. You were never physically or mentally abused. Your parents tucked you in at night and helped you with school work.

You let out a sigh and rubbed your forehead. "How can….how can a father let his child go through so much?".

"Not everyone is fortunate to have good parents Ms. y/n".

You swallowed harshly. The part about your pregnancy that you so carefully hid to save yourself from looking weak now seemed like a threat to Gojo's sanity. It was history repeating itself and to think Gojo was witnessing it all for the second time made bile rise in your throat.

"If I may ask Jerry….how did his mother..I mean what happened?". You asked hesitantly.

"Hemorrhage. They couldn't resuscitate her after the bleeding stopped".

Your heart skipped a beat and color drained from your face. You were frozen. You blinked slowly as the world seemed to halt around you.

"Ma'am? Are you Okay?". Jerry asked with a hint of panic in his voice. He was about to call the guards but you stopped him.

"No. I'm.. I'm fine". You reassured him and gulped down the glass of water. Jerry sat down hesitantly and re-filled your glass of water. "Did his father…mend things after?".

"No ma'am. He didn't. When he passed away Mr.Gojo permanently closed off the left wing of the estate. Everything was bought new and this wing was set up for him".

You nodded and gave a curt smile. "That makes sense"

"Ms. Y/N, I have been with Mr.Gojo for most of his life. He can be difficult to be with but he is a good man". Jerry gave a fond smile.

You saw Jerry's smile and felt relieved knowing that Gojo had someone like him.

You let Jerry leave for the day and carried Keisuke in your arms back to the room. Everything that Jerry told you lay heavily in your mind. You wished you could undo the past for someone. You wished you had someone to get angry at. Someone to yell at. But you didn't.

Gojo was sitting on the bed scrolling through his phone when you walked in. He smiled fondly at you as he kept his phone away. But now you could see the wounded child behind the kind smile. You could see the tiredness on his face and how well he tried to hide it.

You walked over to him and Keisuke immediately extended his grabby hands to indicate that he wanted his father. Gojo cooed and took Keisuke from you and peppered kisses over him making the little one giggle. You sat down next to him on the bed and rested your head on his shoulder and wrapped one arm around his bicep. You weren't pitying him, you just wanted to be close to him.

"Everything okay?". Gojo asked, raising a suspicious brow.

"Mmmhmmm". You replied with a smile.

Gojo leaned down and pressed a kiss on your forehead.

"Satoru…". You kept your chin on your shoulder and looked at him.

Gojo turned his head towards you. "Yes my love?".

You smiled. "Do you want to bathe him today?".

Gojo's eyes lit up. "Absolutely I do!". He tickled Keisuke "Guess who's having bath time with daddy today!!". Keisuke bursted into a fit of giggles.

"Go ahead, I'll bring his clothes in".

Minutes later you walked in the bathroom to see Gojo in the bathtub with Keisuke leaning on his chest. Gojo wiped his back with the sponge and you can tell both of them were enjoying it. Suds covered part of Gojo's naked torso and your breath hitched every time his bicep flexed.

Gojo saw you standing at the door and smiled. "I decided to join in".

You walked over to them and kneeled near the tub. "I can see that".

Keisuke turned his head towards you and gave you a gummy smile when you rubbed his back. "You having fun, baby?". For some reason known only to him he started sighed happily. Gojo followed suit and you watched two of them. Gojo dipped Keisuke's feet in the water and he kicked the surface , splashing water on you and Gojo.

You closed your eyes and winced back. "Such a menace!". You said as you wiped off water from your face.

Gojo looked at you with a smile but it faltered when he saw the trail of water drop starting from the side of your face and rolling to your jaw and down the neck and stopping right at your cleavage. His heart raced and he gulped harshly. You had changed into a baby blue silk nightdress and the water made it stick to your skin leaving little for Gojo's imagination. His skin felt hot and his breath ragged. He sucked in a sharp breath as you tilted your head back exposing your neck and patted around your neck and breasts with a towel. He tried to divert his thoughts but with each splash of water it got harder for him to concentrate on anything else. All he wanted to do right now was put Keisuke to sleep and devour you with all his life.

"There's two of you". You said.

"What?". Gojo asked, snapping out of his thoughts and looking at you.

Your gaze drifted from his face to Keisuke's.

"There's two of you. You two look …exactly the same". It was true. Both of them looked the same. Same wet white strands plastered against the forehead. Same cerulean eyes that widened every time you spoke. Same arched lips that pouted when you scolded them.

Keisuke's eyes widened as if he was shocked at the relevation. Gojo hummed, picked him up and brought him to his face. "My baby looks like me. Are you going to my daddy's baby or mommy's?". Gojo asked.

"He is always going to be my baby!". You pulled his cheeks gently.

"We'll see about that when he is a year old".

You widened your eyes and turned your head towards Gojo. "You want to bet on it?". You asked, biting your lower lip.

"Absolutely I do".

"What are we betting then?". You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Gojo hummed and then smirked. "How about….another kid?".

You opened your mouth to say something but your words died down.

"If he turns out to be a daddy's kid then we have another baby". Gojo continued and kissed Keisuke's cheeks.

You bit your lip. "Fine. But if he turns out to be a mommy's baby then…no more kids". You chuckled.

Gojo fake gasped and looked at Keisuke, "Did you hear what she said? No siblings for you!".

Keisuke looked at him wide-eyed and then at you.

You giggled at them "sometimes I think that he can understand exactly what we're talking about".

"I know!". Gojo agreed. "Our baby's a genius! Daddy’s baby is a genius and a menace just like daddy".

-X-

The timing could not have been more off. You chewed on your bottom lip as you saw the near empty suitcase. All your outdoor clothes were in the laundry. But that wasn't the cause of your concern. You had to leave for Keisuke's appointment in 30 minutes. "Fuck". You muttered under your breath and rummaged through what little clothes you had. How could it happen? How can all your clothes be in the laundry at the same time? You had one pair of jeans and PJs. Sure you were surrounded by clothes from every high fashion designer in the world but your mind was fixated on your stupidity.

"Y/n you okay?". Gojo came out from his side of the wardrobe and leaned sideways on the wooden shelf containing dresses with his hands in his pocket. He was dressed already in navy blue trousers and white Ralph Lauren Polo t-shirt. His hair was in perfect shape, as if it's ever out of shape, and he has his signature Patek Philippe watch on.

You turned around and felt embarrassed at your situation. Sure if it was just you, you would have put on one of the old t-shirts and your jeans but you cannot do that now and walk next to someone who was dressed like THAT. "I…".

Gojo straightened up and walked towards you with his hands still in his pockets. "Everything alright?". He asked. He knew why you were flustered after all he had planned it.

"I don't know how but all my clothes are in the laundry".

Gojo looked at you with his mouth slightly open. You were actually concerned about that. "Y/n, look around". He suggested.

You looked around hoping to find one of your shirts or tops and it took you five seconds to understand what he meant. "Oh".

Gojo chuckled. "Just pick anything. It's all yours". He meant it. It was yours. He bought it for you.

"I…I can't". You muttered.

"It's all yours y/n. Whether you accept it or not, no one else is going to ever wear any of this". He gestured to the rows of clothing with an open palm.

You considered his offer. On one hand you were desperate but on the other you had another problem, "I understand but.. I'm not sure if I'll fit into it. My body is not the same as it…was". You admitted begrudgingly.

Gojo frowned. "Why don't you try something on and then we can decide".

You swallowed and checked your watch. You had less than 20 minutes to get ready. You took a deep breath and accepted your fate. "Fine but I don't know what to wear".

Gojo smiled and intertwined your fingers. He led you to a rack full of dresses. "How about we start here?". He said and pulled out a sleeveless cream coloured tweed dress with blue and red belt and matching bow around the neckline. You weren't a fashion expert and certainly did not have time to think about the price tag. You took the dress by the hangar and nodded your head.

"Okay I'll try it on and I'll call you".

Gojo sighed and turned around. "I swear I won't peek".

You shook your head and turned the other way. Even his presence made you conscious about your body. You quickly slipped into the dress and then it dawned. The zipper was at the back and hidden under the seams and you couldn't reach for it. You huffed and contorted your hand to get a good grip but failed.

"Satoru…".

"Yes?". Gojo asked, still turned away from you.

"Need help". You groaned.

Gojo turned around and saw you struggling with the zipper. He chuckled and stepped closer. "I've got it". He said and looked down. His breath hitched when his knuckle came in contact with your skin. He pulled the zipper up slowly and silently. "Done".

You let out a heavy breath and turned around, "Do I look okay?". You asked.

Gojo stared at you dumbfounded. Okay? You looked beautiful. "You are the most beautiful woman in this world. How did I get so lucky?". He said in all seriousness.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. "Let's go, we'll get late"

But Gojo wasn't done yet. He pulled out a matching coat to protect you from the cold outside and pulled out a pair of matching heels along with it.

"Satoru…I don't have time to doll up".

"Just the coat and heels and we're done" he said and handed you the items. You sighed and quickly on the coat.

"Let me". Gojo said and kneeled down with your heels in his hand.

You looked down and bit your lip as you slid your one foot in the heels and watched Gojo strap it in. He did the same with the other one and stood up with a satisfied smile.

"Shall we?". He asked.

You shook your head and nodded. "Yes. Done. Let's go".

Keisuke was strapped in between you and Gojo and had Mr.Carrot next to him. You looked outside at the city and smiled thinking about the time when you were just like people outside. Rushing to get from one place to another. A part of you missed that life. It also reminded you of Hiro. You might have settled in your life with Gojo but there was hardly a day when you didn't think about confronting Gojo about him.

Gojo had said that he had nothing to do with Hiro's death and though you didn't believe him completely there was nothing you could do. You looked at Keisuke and then at Gojo. They were a set and suddenly you felt like a third person. You wondered if there would ever be a time when you would let yourself be a part of Gojo's family as y/n and not as Keisuke's mother. But that bridge can only be crossed once you find out who killed Hiro.

"You okay?". Gojo asked, reaching for your hand and giving it a light squeeze.

"Yeah".

"You were thinking about something" Gojo added.

You winced at how easily he could read you. "Just reminiscing".

"About?".

You took a deep breath, "The time when I used to live in the city".

Gojo nodded his head. Were you thinking about Hiro? Why were you thinking about the time when he was not in your life and someone else was? Did you miss Hiro? He bit the inside of his cheek harshly.

The car came to a halt in front of the Hospital entrance and Gojo picked up Keisuke before you could. He held your hand with his other free hand. "If you want to move into the city then we can. I'll need a couple of weeks to arrange everything". He said as he led you in. Four guards clad in black walked behind you and it only made you more conscious of your presence.

"I mean it y/n". Gojo said sincerely as you stepped in the elevator leading you to the pediatric department.

"It's alright Satoru. I'm happy where we are".

"You sure?". He asked.

"Yes".

Gojo smiled and brought your hand up and packed a chaste kiss on your knuckles.

You stepped outside and made your way towards the doctor's cabin.

"Y/n?". A voice called out.

You and Gojo turned around at the same time.

"Hoshi?!". You dropped Gojo's hand and jogged to hug your old friend.

Gojo frowned as he saw you wrap your arms around his neck and the way this unknown man in white coat wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Oh my god! You're here!". You said.

"Yes. I moved to Tokyo a week ago. How are you? And what are you doing here?". He asked, still holding your hands.

"I'm here for Keisuke's monthly check ups and-". Before you could finish Gojo stood next to you towering over the man. "Hi, I'm y/n's husband". Gojo said, smiling sweetly.

Hoshi looked at you and then at the tall man holding Keisuke.

"Hi, I'm Hoshi, y/n's friend".

You could sense the tension and chuckled nervously. "Hoshi was my neighbor back in the village and also one of the best doctors".

"You flatter me mia". Hoshi said, scrunching his nose. Gojo winced at the nickname. He didn't know you were close enough to have a nickname for each other.

"Please! You were the one who took me to hospital in the middle of the night! I can never thank you enough Hoshi".

Hoshi smiled and went to caress Keisuke's cheeks but Gojo moved his shoulder away, "He's sleeping". Gojo warned. Hosi laughed nervously and turned towards you.

Gojo frowned and looked between you two. So he was there for the entirety of your pregnancy? If he was the one who took you to the hospital then does that mean that he was there when Keisuke was born.

Hoshi shook his head. "Are you regular for your check-ups mia?"

You opened your mouth to say something but Hoshi read your face.

"Knew it. You're so careless with your health. I'll make an appointment for you next week and I will pick you up if I have to but you're coming".

"She already has an appointment for next week". Gojo interrupted. "She might be careless but I can't let my wife skip a check up. Shall we go now….love?".

You looked at Gojo, confused, when did he make an appointment for you?

"Right we should get going". You said and turned to give Hosi a parting hug. "It was nice bumping into you".

Hoshi handed you his card. "Call me if you need anything. Even if it's the world's best coffee". He winked, making you laugh.

"Sure. I will. See you later Hoshi".

Gojo intertwined your hands and gave Hosi a warning smile and turned around. He stayed silent as Hoshi walked away. "You never told me about your friend". Gojo said dryly. He could feel jealousy spread inside him like a wildfire.

"Yeah I mean he moved to Osaka a month after Keisuke was born".

"Was he there when Keisuke was born? I mean…with you". Gojo asked, avoiding your gaze.

"Yes he was. Luckily. I was so scared".

Gojo hummed and stepped inside the room.

Dr.Iwazumi was a renowned child specialist and it was indeed difficult to get an appointment with her. But the Gojo family was a patron of the hospital and the new medical center so for him it was just a matter of a phone call.

"Hello Mr.Gojo". Dr.Iwazumi got up and extended an arm to shake Gojo's hand. She bowed to you curtly and you bowed back.

"I looked at Keisuke's file and I must say that he is a very healthy baby. You must have been really cautious during your pregnancy" she smiled at you.

"I tried my best doctor". You said, nervously.

Dr.Iwazumi picked up Keisuke gently and put him in a cushioned crib. She pressed the stethoscope to his back and nodded her head. She then proceeded to measure his weight and smiled. "He is perfectly healthy. We'll just give him his shots which will be completely painless".

You have been through this before. You had held him when he got his first vaccine so leaned and whispered to Gojo, "Do you want to hold him?".

Gojo didn't smile and nodded plainly. You pulled back and wondered what was going on with him. He would usually be happy and give you a smile. But you dropped it and watched Gojo hold Keisuke snugly as he got his vaccine.

Gojo remained silent during the entire car ride and it raised suspicion.

"Satoru are you okay?".

"Yes".

You held his hand and he let out a sigh. "Did you just sigh at me?". You scoffed.

Gojo pouted and looked at you. "If you were so close to Shiro then why didn't you tell me about him?".

"It's Hoshi and there is nothing to tell. He is a friend. I am sure you have many friends too".

"But I don't give them nicknames". Gojo retaliated with a hint of jealousy evident in his voice.

"It's nothing"

Gojo sucked in a sharp breath. "It's not nothing when a stranger clearly knows more about my wife than I do".

"That's not true".

Gojo stayed silent and turned to look out the window.

"Satoru, it's not true. He only knows what happened in that one year and you have known me for years".

Gojo hummed. You were right but the feeling stayed. He could not get over how freely that lowly human hugged you and rested his arms around your waist like he had any right to touch someone like you. If Gojo was not trying to be a good person for you he would have ripped Hoshi's arms off. How dare he touch you? How dare he hold your hand? How dare he give you a nickname? How dare he look at you like that?

Gojo took his phone out of his pocket and dropped a quick text to one of his "friends" at the hospital.

Gojo : How long has Dr.Hoshi worked at the hospital?

Mr.Iwazumi : Few months sir. Is there any issue? How was your visit? I hope everything was according to your needs.

Gojo : The visit went well. I think Mr.Hoshi is a good doctor but his services are not required at the hospital.

Mr.Iwazumi : You are absolutely right sir. We would be happy to transfer him to our regional branches.

Gojo : I think he would be best suited to lead our volunteer program in south Africa.

Mr.Iwazumi : You are absolutely right sir.

-X-

Keisuke was fast asleep and was going to sleep for another couple of hours as Dr.Iwazumi had told you. You walked in the wardrobe taking off your earrings and Gojo walked behind you.

"You need help with the dress?". Gojo asked.

You turned your head back and smiled. "I do".

But Gojo had other plans. He grabbed your wrist and spun you around and crashed his lips onto yours. You stumbled on your heels but Gojo balanced you by the waist. You moaned into the kiss when he pressed you into him. The kiss was different from the previous one. It was more desperate and filled with dark lust. Gojo kissed you like he would die without feeling your lips on his.

"Sa.." before you could take his name he sucked harshly on your lower lip making your eyes roll to the back of your head. "Fuck…". You murmured when he let go of your lip and trailed kissed down to your neck. You could feel the heat rising in your body traveling in waves all the way down to your core. Gojo sucked on the sensitive point on your neck and your knees almost gave up but Gojo's grip on your waist strengthened , pulling you into him and gently rocking your bodies together kept you standing up. Gojo wrapped a strong arm around your waist and lifted you up like you weighed nothing.

"Satoru…".You were gasping when you pulled away. "you were supposed to help me with the dress". You spoke with your lips still brushing against each other.

Gojo chuckled. "I can still do that". He slowly brought his hand up and unzipped the dress. The cold air made you shudder. But soon the cold was replaced by Gojo's warm palm pressing flat against your back.

Gojo gently nibbled on your lower lip, teasing you. Like he was reminding you that what you wanted was right here and all you had to do was let go of your doubts and reach for it. "Let's get you out of this dress". Gojo smirked against your lips and put you down.

You blushed as he kneeled in front of you and started sliding the dress up your body kissing every inch of exposed he could. You were on your way to heaven but then reality dawned on you. You put your hand over his and stopped his moments.

Gojo looked up at you worriedly. "Y/n…". He said. He didn't know what to say. Did he move too soon? Were you mad at him?

"I…I don't..I look different than I did before".

Gojo smiled and kissed the exposed skin on your right thigh. "The only thing I'll.be thinking about when you're out of this dress is where do I put my mouth first".

You gulped harshly as Gojo slid the dress past your waist. You pulled up the fabric and took it off completely like ripping off a bandaid. Gojo stood up and looked at you in your matching white set with his mouth agape. "You're so fucking beautiful you have no idea". He pulled you towards him and crashed his lips on yours.

Your hands tugged on his polo shirt and Gojo broke the kiss for a second to take off in one swift motion. He moaned into the kiss when he felt your hands drag over his torso. He gripped your waist and ran soothing circles on your skin. Just the feeling of your skin on his sent his brain into a frenzy. He had never felt more alive, his hands shaking out of desperation. He wanted to devour you but savor you at the same time.

In one swift motion he picked you up by the back of your thigh. Your breath shuddered when he wrapped your legs around his waist. Your mind went blank, all you could think and feel in the moment was Gojo. His scent, his breath, his voice intoxicated you. You opened your eyes when your back came in contact with the wall and Gojo's lips traveled down to the column of your neck. You sucked in a sharp breath and tugged his soft white hair. "Sa….toru …fuck". You breathed out. Gojo grinded into you and you had to bite your lip to suppress the moan. You wanted him badly. You needed him. You could tell how hard he was by the way he was masterfully rolling his hips against your clothed core.

Gojo's lips traveled down further leaving red marks on its way. He nibbled on the flesh of your breast and you pulled on his hair making him groan. Gojo looked up at you, smiling like a child who had won the trophy.

"God y/n". He breathed out and kissed you gently. "Tell me ..tell me what you want".

"Satoru…". You said and gulped hard. You knew what you wanted but felt guilty for wanting it.

"If you want me to stop then just say the word". Gojo looked at you intently.

"Sa-".

"Say my name one more time and I won't stop y/n. If you take my name one more time then..". He looked into your eyes then at your swollen lips. ".. I'll have you for myself".

Your heart skipped a beat as he said those last words brushing his lips against yours. You closed your eyes for a second and then opened them again, "Satoru…".

Gojo smiled devilishly as he kneaded the far of your butt. "fuck…". He muttered as he trailed another line of kisses down your neck but this time instead of moving down he moved to your shoulder and took the strap between his teeth and yanked it off your shoulders. He did the same with the other one and carried you to the leather bench between the two parts of the wardrobe.

The kiss turned aggressive as he laid you down. It was filled with pure want and both of you were high on each other's touch. "Don't hold those pretty sounds for me. I have waited too long to hear it". Gojo said as he continued kissing down your torso tugging down your bra and underwear in lieu.

"B..but…kei-".

"No one can hear you from this side". He kneeled down on the carpeted floor and pulled you to the edge locking your legs around his shoulder.

Before you could even question it his mouth was on your core and your words died between your moans. It had been so long since you had felt this way and you had never wanted any man other than the one kneeling between your legs. His tongue swiped up and down and you were already reaching the peak.

"Fuck!!". You screamed when he sucked on your bud making your legs twitch. "Oh fuck toru!!". Your back arched off the maroon couch and your nails dug in the plush leather.

Gojo was starving. He realized how starved he was when he got to taste you. It was a miracle how he lasted a year without this. He wanted so much more. Your moans and screams were music to his ear. Every time you took his name he got motivated to do better. He sucked and slurped like a savage man not letting a drop go by. All of this was meant for him. All of you was meant for him and this time…god save those who dare take this away from him.

His tongue darted inside and his thumb played with the bud for its own pleasure. You opened your mouth as you felt the tidal wave washing over you. This feeling was beautiful and within seconds you were transcended into another plane where only pleasure existed. You threw your head back and heaved as you came back down but Gojo had other plans. More like he had no plan on stopping as continued ravishing you.

As soon as your essence touched his tongue he let out a heavenly moan. The room was filled with the sinful slurping noises and Gojo went back in for more. His brows scrunched up in focus, eyes lidded in pleasure, lips covered in your essence, he was going insane. The insanity, the dark side, that he has hidden so well from you was now on the surface. You were his. He didn't care how many rules he had to break but you belonged to him and no one could take you away. Not his past, not your doubts, not even god.

He could feel you tighten around his tongue and smiled like a maniac as he wrote his name on you. He moaned and tightened his grip around you when he felt you cum again. Only he can do this. Only he can make you cum like this. Only he is worthy of this. Only he has the right to do this.

When he stood up, the sight in front of him made his heart beat faster. Your body glistened with a thin coating of sweat. Your hair is splayed out by your face. You were heaving with your eyes closed and brows knitted together.

He took his pants and boxers off on one go and hovered over you with his one knee digging in the couch between your legs and the other firmly on the ground. He leaned down with his hands pressed by your side and bent down to kiss the frown line. "You okay, love?".

You opened your eyes slowly and nodded your head. But you were not completely okay. You were faced with a situation you had never faced before. Gojo brought his one hand and caressed your cheek, "Do you want me to stop?". He asked. As much as he wanted this, nothing came before your pleasure and happiness.

You looked at him, "No.. it's just…".

Gojo frowned, something was bothering you. Now. "What is it? I'll fix it for you".

You blushed. "I…my…I haven't..". You closed your eyes and opened again."... I didn't feed Keisuke so my…I mean I feel…heavy".

Gojo smiled as he understood what you meant. "I'll take care of you. Just let me okay?".

You nodded your head and Gojo slid your hand up and held both of your hands above your head. He kissed you and spread your legs further with his knee. He kissed the valley between your breasts before attaching his lips on the left one. As soon as he took the perked up bud between his lips you felt you whimpered. Gojo was gentle but his gentleness made your brain go numb. He let go of your hand and wrapped his one arm around your waist and massaged your other breast with the free one.

"Ngh…toru!!". You purred as you felt a little pressure ease.

Gojo was lost in his own pleasure. He never knew he could be this close with you. He didn't want to stop. Didn't want to let go. He looked up at you through his pearly white lashes and felt a wave of satisfaction take over as he saw your mouth open wide and eyes closed too lost in pleasure.

He let go with a pop and kneeled between your legs. He bent down to place a soft kiss on your lips, letting you taste yourself. "You are so addictive". He whispered against your lips as his tip prodded your entrance.

"Satoru!". You winced.

Gojo cooed, "I'm right here. It'll be fine. Just look at me love".

You looked at him and sucked in a sharp breath as Gojo let you feel every inch of him. Your nails dug in his shoulder and the pain turned him on. He molded his lips to yours in a slow sensual kiss. He couldn't believe you were trusting him so much. You were letting him…allowing him to love you. To worship you. He felt honored.

This wasn't your first or even the second time having sex with Gojo but you could never get used to his size. He was hardly half way but you already felt so pleasantly stretched out. But he was going too slow for you so you broke the kiss and took his bottom lip between your teeth and tugged on them letting him know that you wanted him and you wanted him now.

Gojo got the message when he saw you with his lips tugged between your teeth and your doe eyes staring up at him through your lashes. When you let him go he smirked. "You're going to be the death of me".

He bottomed out and let out a groan when he felt you wrapped snugly around him. He stayed still for a while, letting you get used to him.

“Please…”. You whimpered.

Gojo smiled and started with shallow strokes. Your nails dug red crescent in his back. It was getting hard for him to maintain his composure. He picked up his pace and moaned in the crook of your neck. Moved down and attached his lips to your perked up tits. He sucked harshly and kneaded the other one as he continued to snap his hips against yours. It was too much, his lips on your full tits relieving you of the pressure, his perfect rhythm, his groans and moans. The room was filled with squelching and slurping noises mixed with moans and cuss words. The stimulation was driving you crazy.

"You taste so sweet". He said as he switched to the other one. He meant it when he said he was going to have you for himself. He could have cum right then and there sucking on your heavy tits.

Gojo was convinced he was in heaven. His back was decorated with red lines and nail marks, he could feel you tighten around him and moved up and held both of your hands above your head with one hand and supported himself on the other one. Your back arched off the leather couch and Gojo changed his pace to a more brutal one.

“You’re mine”. He spoke through gritted teeth. “All mine! Fuck! I won’t let you leave. No one else deserves you”. He confessed.

"ngh!!! Yes!!". You whimpered.

You were so close and so was Gojo. Gojo looked down at you, “Stay with me! Fuck please love! I..I fucking love you. We’ll make a perfect home! I’ll give you as many kids as you want! Oh god..I..grow old with you! I need you.. I need this fuck ”.

“Satoru! Oh God!” You screamed as you came but Gojo didn’t stop. He continued to pound through your orgasm and moaned your name as he felt your juices coat his cock buried deep inside.

You were still recovering when Gojo picked up pace again. “One more..”. He whispered.

“I..ca..can’t”. You choked out.

“Yes you can”. Gojo bent down and kissed your forehead. A sweet gesture to make up for his brutal pace. A new kind of pressure built up inside you. “See. such a good girl for me. He smiled. “Wanna feel you cum around my cock love. Missed this. Missed you”.

You gritted your teeth as your body moved in a perfect tandem. You looked at him, hair sticking to his forehead, washboard abs flexing every now and then. His biceps all pumped up and the veins of his hand popping up every time he flexed his arm. He was truly the most handsome man you had ever seen and he was here. With you. In you. You were sure that compared to him you looked like a hot mess but how could you talk down to yourself when he was muttering the most sinful and beautiful praises for you. Of course you could cum for him again. His thick length pumping inside you made your gut churn. He was so deep you could feel him in your stomach. "...missed you too". You confessed. "Fuck…you're…so fucking good oh god!".

"Yeah? I'll be good for you. My beautiful beautiful wife!". Hearing praises fall from your lips gave him added motivation to fuck you so good that you everytime you even looked at another guy all you would think about was him. He bent down wrapping a hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Cum for your sweet husband, yeah?”. He said as his pace faltered. He was close too.He looked down to where your bodies connected and gritted his teeth. He was one with you. He was your Satoru and you were his y/n .His new pace and dirty words opened the pleasure filled flood gates coating his entire torso with your juices. “Fuck yeah. That’s right. Squirt for me baby". He relished that moment. You were screaming his name, chanting it like you were lost in clouds and only he could bring you back to earth. With every snap of his hips more of your juices splattered into him.

"Fuck you’re so beautiful! Gonna fill you up good. ”. He muttered and sucked on your sensitive spot near your neck as he came inside you with a shudder.

Both of you stayed like that, relishing in the moment. His hands ran over your body as he continued tracing kisses everywhere he could. He wanted to extend this moment a little longer.

"You okay?". Gojo asked, pulling out slowly but still hovering over you. Peppering kisses on your forehead and nose.

You giggled. "Yeah".

Gojo smiled and got up to fetch a towel for you. You sat up straight and sighed at the mess the two of you made. Your cheeks flushed thinking about everything that happened seconds ago.

Gojo wrapped the towel around you and scooped you in his arms. "Whatcha thinking about?". He asked as she carried you to the bathroom.

"We made a mess".

Gojo chuckled. "You think too much. Let's get you cleaned up".

Your back rested against his chest as both of you sat in the bathtub. Gojo's arms were wrapped around you as he peppered kisses on your neck.

His one hand trailer down to your core and teased you. Gojo smirked against your skin when he felt your breath hitch.

"Satoru..". You murmered and craned your neck at the same time to give him more access.

"Stop teasing me" you whispered.

"Love...". He smiled as he gently nibbled on your ear lobe.

"I'm not teasing you. I'm just appreciating my wife".

You smirked and slid your hand under water to gently stroke his semi hard cock.

"Aah... who's teasing now?". Gojo hummed as he brought his hand down to gently squeeze your tits.

"I'm just appreciating my husband". You could feel him getting hard and smiled when you felt him whimpering against your neck.

"Fuck fuck. Stop teasing". Gojo mumbled when your thumb grazed the slit.

You pouted, "I told you I'm not teasing. Just appreciating my husband".

Gojo's hand moved from your core to your wrist and yanked your hand away. His other hand traveled to the front of your neck and he wrapped his fingers around it gently. Before you could say anything his tip was prodding at your entrance and in one swift motion Gojo had bottomed out. You grabbed the edge of the tub and choked out cuss words. Gojo's one hand wrapped around your waist and the one around your neck travels down and wrapped around your tits.

"You want to appreciate your husband?". Gojo cooed near your ear as he started moving slowly.

"Y..mmhmm yes". You whimpered.

"Then be my good little wife and let me feel you cum around my cock". He kissed your cheeks and picked up his pace. Water splashed down the sides but Gojo didn't care.

"Tell me you're mine. Tell me only I get to do this with you! Please!". Gojo winced when he felt you clench around him.

"I'm yours. Yours. Only ...only you can..fuck me ...ngh...like this!". You breathed out .

Gojo increased his pace and within minutes you were cuming with Gojo ."You look so beautiful". He said as he slowed down his pace. "I'll give you the world y/n". He kissed your cheeks softly.

-X-

You put your arm over his and snuggled into him. "I just want us to be safe and happy".

The whole day went by like a blur. You didn't remember a moment when Gojo did not have his arms around you. He didn't let you leave the bed. Whatever you wanted was brought to you. There was something different about him now. He seemed more frantic. Scared. Eager. Yet composed at the same time.

Gojo watched you fall asleep snuggled in his arms and he had never felt more powerful. He could watch you be you all day. The remnants of the morning's shenanigans evident on your neck and Gojo soothed it with his thumb. He replayed the moment in his head for the hundredth time that day, your monas ringing loud and clear in his head every time he rolled his hips into yours. But one thing is certain about power, that it doesn't last long.

His phone chimed indicating that he had received a message. He would have informed it but it was too late to be receiving any work related message. He rolled over partially with his one hand under your head and reached for the phone on his nightstand with the other one.

Yuri's name flashed on the screen. Gojo frowned. There could be no good reason why she would be texting him now. He opened the message and his eyes widened with shock. It was a photo. Of him and Yuri in the same bed, seemingly naked and He had his arms around her the same he had around you. Gojo's heart dropped. He got out of bed carefully and walked to the balcony.

He called her but she didn't answer. He called again and the message went straight to the voicemail.

Gojo cursed under his breath. The photo was fake for sure or was taken without his consent and was staged. But if by any chance it reached you then it would all be over.

Gojo : What do you want?

Yuri : I got your attention now

Gojo : The photo is fake. You know it!

Yuri : Is it?

Gojo frowned at the message for a while. Yuri sent him a video next and Gojo hit play with shaking hands. His mouth hung open as soon as he saw it. It was him and Yuri. He was asleep with his arms around her and she was taking a video of her kissing him on the cheeks. He was naked and she had the white silk sheet wrapped around her exposing only her bare shoulders.

Gojo : what the fuck is wrong with you! This never happened!

Yuri : Will y/n believe it? Should I send it to her now or deliver it in person?

Gojo stormed inside the bedroom and picked up your phone from the nightstand. He unlocked it and saw a message from the same number.

Yuri : Gotcha toru!

Gojo gritted his teeth and went back out. He called Yuri again but she cut the call.

Gojo : What do you want?

Yuri : I just want y/n to know the truth ,toru. She is such a sweet woman and it hurts me that her husband is lying to her.

Gojo closed his eyes and tears rolled down his cheeks. He collapsed on the chair and bit his lips harshly.

Gojo : Nothing happened between us and you know it. Why are you doing this to me?

Yuri : Are you sure nothing happened between us? You were heavily medicated at that time, maybe you just don't remember :)

Gojo : Stop playing with me and tell me what you want.

Yuri : I also have proof that Hiro shot himself.

Gojo's eyes widened.

Gojo : you're lying.

Yuri : Am I? Or did Hiro say for love before blowing his brains off?

Gojo stared at the text.

Yuri : I give you two options. 1) Divorce y/n then prove to her that you didn't kill Hiro. 2) Stay with her but I'll send her the video.

Gojo : I can't lose her. You know I can't.

Yuri : You'll live. You can always call me ;)

Gojo : I can have you killed right now!

Yuri : You can keep her phone and cut her off but you know that I'll always find a way. If I die then she dies.

Gojo clutched the phone tightly in his hand and hung his head. He was well aware of what Yuri could do. She can hurt you. He can't let that happen.

Yuri : If you even try to move her away I will either kill her and that baby of yours or I will send her the video. It all depends on how charitable I'm feeling.

Gojo : You have a problem with me. Do not bring y/n and Keisuke into this. If you try to touch a hair on them I will have you skinned alive.

Yuri : Whatever you do to me I'll do to her. You have one week to decide :)

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touyas-multi-purpose-saline · 3 months ago

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15 and 19 for Thewo for the soft ship prompts.... Please, I beg you....

cw (prompt 15): Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Ketchup Not Being Used Correctly, Horseplay, Use of Masculine-Gendered Nicknames, Gender-Neutral Reader.

cw (prompt 19): Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Mention of the French (tm), Use of Masculine-Gendered Nicknames, One Spicy Joke, Gender-Neutral Reader.

author's note: I really hope that you like these! I had a lot of fun writing for Sero. Hopefully these prompts are to your liking—Sero is a pretty silly guy. These were prompts from the "Soft OTP or Self Ship Prompts" list and can be found here . Prompt 15 will be under the break, and Prompt 19 will be under the other Sero photo. REQUESTS ARE OPEN—CHECK PINNED POST FOR CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR. Please only request one or two from this specific prompt list just to make it easier for me! Thank you.

PROMPT: 15 (Write about your ship spending a lazy afternoon together).

PROMPT: 19 (Write about your ship going on a casual date).

word count (prompt 15): Approximately 1.1k words.

word count (prompt 19): Approximately 1.7k words.

“Pass me one of those ketchup packets, will ya?”

There’s a soft thwack to the ground whenever your head rolls to the side. Hanta lays on his back on the bed, but his arm now dangles from its edge, fingers brushing the floor ever so slightly. Both of his eyes are closed, and that goofy grin’s luster is a little dull. Napkins cover his chest, a few dark smudges against the paper from where he had previously wiped his fingers. One of your eyebrows cock, your vision ever so slooooooowly glancing down to where the tiny pile of ketchup packets sit, only mere whiskers away from his hand.

You blink.

“Bro. They’re literally… right there. By your hand. Why don’t you grab one yourself?”

Hanta’s head seems to creak like a rusty door desperately clinging to its hinges. That grin starts to spread a little, but it’s by a mere fraction, and his eyes slit open just a smidge. He snorts.

“That’s no fun. Can’t a guy want to be spoiled?”

A sigh so heavy and dreary spills from your lips, tumbling out with the weight of the world. Amusement dances across Hanta’s face, and you pointedly squint at him before turning yourself to rest against your side, arms flopped outwards.

“I think you just want to make me be your errand boy. Look, your nails are touching one of the packets. Just. Take one.”

Hanta shakes his head slightly.

“Nah. Too much work. I need my lovely, lovely, loooooovely sweetheart to hand it to me.”

You’re not frustrated, no, not at all. However, that look smearing across Hanta’s face is getting to be a little too smarmy and you’re starting to feel the need to really give him something to smirk about. Your eyes bounce between the pile of ketchup packets and Hanta’s face a few times, slowly, deliberately, and you swear that his eyes open wider and his fingers curl further with each glance. Oh, he’s so getting it.

“If I hand you one of those packets, you’re not going to like what I’ll do.”

A shrug of shoulders, a wide smile.

“Eh. I’m not too worried as long as I get that ketchup packet.”

The fires in your eyes ignite, and something sinister paints your expression. Hanta misses it because you swerve your hips fast enough so that your body basically slides across the ground, hand outstretched from a packet. You manage to snag one between your middle and pointer fingers, and another spin of your hips has your knees and palms flat on the ground. The sounds you’re making seem to awaken Hanta, and shock pops into his eyes like confetti and both of his eyebrows explode up his forehead, those bangs loosely scooting to the side. You’re pushing yourself up with a gust of wind, and once your feet bend at the right angles, you’re pouncing.

Hanta releases an anguished yell, but it doesn’t stop your evil ways. He flails his limbs, but you’re dodging every swipe, napkins flying everywhere. One of your knees thunders against the bed of Hanta’s opposite side, and you use that momentum to fling yourself atop of his body. He groans before his limbs turn to jelly and he goes limp, the surprise draining from his face before he deadpans. He stares at you, a look of disbelief now staring right at you.

“Did’ja really have to do that? It seemed a little excessive to me, man.”

Devilish thoughts, a set of horns beginning to poke out of the crown of your head, a pointy tail with an arrow tip starts to curl into a heart shape.

“Well, I just thought I’d spoil you, ya know.”

Hanta blinks.

“Ohhh, no. Oh, no. I don’t like what you’re implying.”

A few giggles escape you, bubbling like fruit and nectar in the back of your throat. You start to carefully sit up, gentle and easy with your movements. Hanta follows your every move like a pointer, paw bent and honed in on prey. Once you’re balanced as best as you can against Hanta’s stomach, you reveal the ketchup packet. You smile sweetly before your fingers start to gingerly tear off a corner.

“What exactly am I implying?”

Hanta hums out of discomfort.

“Mmm, I think you’re about to terrorize me.”

You gasp, totally in offense.

“I can’t believe you think I’d do something like that to you, dawg! Don’t you truuuuuust me?”

Hanta grimaces.

“No.”

A flutter of your eyelashes, butterfly wings, and that sweet smile of yours gets even more saccharine.

“Good.”

Hanta opens his mouth to question your response, but it’s too late. The corner of the ketchup packet is off, flung into the horizon, and you're leaning forth to that agape mouth. You’re too quick for Hanta, so all he can do is wail in agony whenever you flip the packet upside down and shove it into his mouth, right between his teeth. You start forcefully squeezing the packet, draining its contents into his mouth, and Hanta’s words come out as gurgles and distraught howls. His hands are flying around, and you notice he shoots out a few strips of tape, but you’re sly and slick, so you just snake your body around his projectiles.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, Hanta? Where’s the fun in this now, huh? Don’t you like being spoiled?”

There’s mirth lacing your tone, but it’s cynical and sarcastic, and Hanta starts to sink into a mush the more ketchup spills. Two streams start to leak down the corners of his mouth, and he’s closed his eyes in acceptance and defeat.

Once you’ve completely wrung the packet dry, you withdraw it and sit back, satisfied.

Hanta swallows, and swallows, and he does it a couple more times even though there’s no more ketchup. Then he smacks his lips. Then a line creases between his brows.

“Oh, yeah. Love being spoiled. But… do you want to know what I love even more?”

There’s something owlish to Hanta’s tone, something that makes you wonder if you should even entertain his inquiry, but the simp in you caves. You thoughtfully tilt your head to the side, lips pursed.

“And what’s that?”

Suddenly, Hanta’s eyes are wide and filled with flames of vengeance. Fear grips your heart, and you realize that you’ve made a huge mistake whenever his hands grasp your waist, the tips of his fingers touching the small of your back. It’s all over whenever Hanta starts to launch himself off of the bed, a victory cry revving in his chest, and the both of you cast aside onto the floor with one broad scream from Hanta—

“I think you’re looking a little hungry. Here, lemme feeeeed you!”

And the last thing you see before it all goes dark is that ominously looming pile of ketchup packs.

“You’re kidding me.”

Hanta shakes his head.

“Nope. I’m totally serious.”

You glance down the busy street, bustling with hundreds of people, swarming shops, crowds shoved against one another. Hot weather beats down on your back, sizzling it, warming your skin, glistening with sweat. Loud cacophonies of people speaking, children screaming, honking cars, screeching tires, serenading music—so many things, too many things happening at once, and your head is spinning whenever you lock eyes with Hanta again.

“Dude. I’m not going to do that.”

A faux expression of hurt crosses Hanta’s face and he pouts slightly, but it’s all a ploy to make you give into his dastardly whims.

“C’mon! It’ll be a great adventure, an amazing bonding experience, and it’ll be sooooo romantic.”

You squint.

“For you. I don’t feel like going on a wild goose chase. Can’t we just go to the little café and skip this nonsense altogether?”

A set of arms fling into the air, and Hanta releases a groan.

“It’ll be boring! Look at us: we’re all dressed up, wearing our Sunday best—”

“You’re literally wearing baggy pants with a shirt that’s so white that I can see each line of your abs. Do you really think you’ve got it in you to look French?”

Hanta hums, crossing his arms, and then he shrugs.

“Sure, why not? Anyone can throw on a beret and put one of those long candlestick cigarette tubes in their mouth.”

“I think you’re looking for the words opera cigarette holders.”

“Man, who actually cares to know the correct terminology? We just need it for the aesthetic.”

You blink, eyes wider than the moon before you slice both of your hands out, appalled.

“You want to look French, and yet you don’t even know the official name of one of the objects you’re looking for!”

Hanta pivots around on his heel, loosely shaking his head, choppy black locks swaying in the stiff summer breeze. He stalks off, leaving you to follow his cues, which make you groan, but you begrudgingly follow after his disappearing figure.

“Fine. But if I suddenly have a baguette in my hand—”

—

The dinky little store is tucked away in the corner of an alleyway. If you didn’t turn your head at the right angle, you would have completely missed it. It looks odd, very rustic and rundown, but Hanta doesn’t seem bothered by it. A curved staircase of three steps arches into the cylinder shaped entrance, and a hollow thump follows after Hanta’s every tread whenever he ascends and grasps the round doorknob. The door screeches whenever it opens, which makes you wince. Hanta’s thousand yard stare and everlasting wide grin doesn’t flinch, and he just enthusiastically bounds into the threshold. You emit a soft sound of displeasure whenever you enter, and your body completely stiffens whenever the door swings back harshly and slams shut behind you—the jingling of bells finally registers.

Now that you’re inside, you can’t help whenever your eyes turn further and further into saucers, shiny and glossy with wonder and confusion. It’s dim in here, and the lighting is yellow-orange, like the dying rays of sunshine. It’s homely, and it’s full and hard to navigate through. But Hanta doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, he keeps walking, whistling softly and swinging his hips around casually.

“This seems like a great spot to look for French cosplay. Keep your eyes peeled and we’ll be ready to drink free complimentary water at a pretentious café in no time.”

You shake your head, a sigh.

“Sure. I’m positive that…”

You quickly survey your immediate vicinity before you keep speaking.

“Puppy dog figurines with equally miserable puppy dog eyes and… used… traffic signs… will supply us with all we need.”

Hanta chuckles softly, shoulders bouncing.

“Have some faith! Just follow me, I can feel it. I know we’re going to score.”

He’s not stopping, so you know there’s no use in trying to talk him out of his dastardly schemes. Another glance at your surroundings spurs you forward, and you’re slightly spinning your body while you look around, watching carefully where you put your feet.

There’s almost too many things to keep track of what all you’re seeing, but it doesn’t take long for Hanta to stop. You thump into his back and emit a sound of confusion, but Hanta’s gesturing to the side and grimacing.

“Oh, God. I can’t believe they have a corner dedicated to that.”

When you look, it’s a corner filled to the brim with creepy clown figurines. There’s dolls, plushies, puppets, and everything clown related. They look old, like something out of the early Industrial Revolution Era, and dirty with grime. All of the fabric, thread, and porcelain are smudged against the lights on the ceiling, and you make a noise of discomfort.

“Bro. I feel like if you got too close, you’d end up breathing in some toxic chemicals. Like pesticides.”

Hanta’s eyes widen by a fraction, and they shoot back and forth quickly before he mumbles.

“Well, shit, we’ve gotta get out of here. I’m not dying from some mystical gas curse.”

Hanta turns fast, and you follow, and the both of you are still walking away from the corner. As you walk, you can swear you feel their eyes on you, following, and you shudder.

“I’m surprised they’re not levitating after us to drag us back to their evil dimension. Like. That one Goosebumps episode, uh, The Haunted Mask?”

“Why would I know what you’re talking about? Do you think I’m in for a scaaaaaare? I’m thinking more Cabal.”

You shake your head,

“The Nightbreed weren’t all evil! All of those clowns were definitely evil.”

Hanta goes to retort, but his mouth falls agape and he flails his body a bit. His hands fly out to you, and he’s tapping his palms against your arms and shoulders.

“Look! Look! Dude!”

You’re trying to twist your head around to see what Hanta’s freaking out about, but he’s grasping your hand and spinning you around faster than the speed of light. A strangled choke leaves your lips, and a heavy case of whiplash smacks your temples whenever Hanta starts dragging you along. Whenever you’re finally able to see what Hanta’s enamored by, you notice it’s…

“Spiderman?”

Hanta flings his arms into the air.

“Not just any Spiderman. This is the old stuff, the real deal, the bee’s-knees.”

“Hmm. All I can ever think about whenever I see classic Spiderman is that one game where you awkwardly walk around in sewers for a long ass time before you manage to squirt webs onto that lizard guy.”

“The Spiderman Plug-N-Play: Escape From the Sewers level? You’re no fun. I know you know more than that.”

You’re staring at the collection of Spiderman again.

“Yes, I can totally see more than the plug-n-play. Like… the really. Uncomfortable. Hyper-realistic painting of Andrew Garfield… caressing a… is that a self-insert?”

You and Hanta stare at the painting for a solid moment.

“Holy shit. It is a self-insert.”

Hanta immediately begins cackling, and you’re giggling before you shove into him, attempting to push him away from the Spiderman collection. You’re stumbling on your toes, and Hanta’s eyes are blown out while he cackles through the reality of the painting. If you don’t keep Hanta moving, the painting flashes in your mind and you nearly wither from it.

“Nope. Corner just lost all of its validity at that. We run now. I’m not really wanting to accidentally come across smut in there. How did no one notice what that painting was?”

Hanta tries to strike a sexy pose, rubbing his fingers across his collar bones while he smears a stupid smirk across his face.

“I don’t know… Andrew Garfield’s not really my type, but… Doctor O’Hara…”

You wail.

“No more Spiderman for now! Let’s focus on our French cosplay!”

The laughter hasn’t quite died within your chests, and that’s when it happens. Hanta’s head angles in just the right way, and his face melts into something sincere and surprised. He pauses, and you lean into him, and then you follow his trail of sight. And there, in the distance, surrounded by a halo of glowing light from the Heavens above, is exactly what you’re looking for.

You bob your head in a rhythm, both eyebrows bouncing along.

“Huh. What are the chances that we’d find two matching monochrome striped shirts with deep maroon berets right next to each other?”

“Who cares? C’mon, let’s get ‘em before someone else swooces us.”

Hanta’s holding your hand again, fingers laced, and pulling you with him. This time, you’re not as stiff and confused, and you’re happily skipping behind him, light on your feet and flouncing. Excitement is vibrating off of Hanta, the rays tickle your mood and you can’t help but feel adoration whenever you observe his features. Even if you didn’t really want to do all of this extra work, and even if it felt short-lived given the circumstances, Hanta was all worth it in the end. And whenever the destination is crossed and the both of you are standing directly in front of the French cosplays, you watch his grin for a few more fleeting seconds before you stretch your hand out for the long-sleeve dangling from its hanger.

“This is so epic. I can’t believe it actually worked.”

Hanta blows a puff of air from between his teeth.

“Pffft. I knew it would. You’ve gotta trust in the Sero more often, babe.”

You hum.

“Perhaps. Here, let’s just get these.”

The hanger is within your clutches, and you’re reaching for the beret next. Hanta’s already swooped up both of his items, but it feels like time is beginning to slip into slow motion. It’s so strange, and eccentric, and you can’t help but feel your brows pinch together whenever the pads of your fingers brush against the faux wool fabric. Hanta’s watching you, and the anticipation builds before you wiggle your fingers beneath its inner brim and lift.

And there, hidden beneath its depths, a

baguette.

Silence.

“Oh, come on! Hanta, I told you that if I had a baguette—”

But Hanta’s laughing brashly before you can finish, the baguette glittering underneath the light.

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