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The Ultimate List of Dante References in Hozier's "Unreal Unearth" !!

Hello and welcome to my new-and-updated ultimate compilation of all 'Inferno' references I found in Hozier's new album! If I think of anything else, or if anyone else suggests something, I will be sure to add it, but, for now, enjoy this ridiculously long (you've been warned) list I made!

Since I didn't wanna make a post for every individual song and spam you all, the songs are separated by their respective circles! I hope that organises stuff a bit more :]

Usual disclaimer: I could be wrong about some stuff! I've read 'Inferno' and try to stick to the objective references, but sometimes I let subjective interpretation bleed through. If anyone has any corrections for anything, just lmk!! Okay, cool <3

DESCENT:

"De Selby (Part 1)"

We start the album not in the circles, but instead at the Gates of Hell. One of the main themes of Inferno is darkness, and these first two songs are embodiments of that.

The lyrics mention the idea of this being a "new empty space", suggesting that Hozier is being introduced to the feeling of Inferno through the relationship he's singing about, and, so, we begin the descent.

"The likes of a darkness so deep that God at the start couldn't bear." God is obviously a large theme of Inferno and is, biblically, the creator of light, hence the absence of it in Inferno. In fact, the first three stanzas all reference the heavy darkness of the threshold and its estrangement from God.

The Irish/Gaeilge lyrics roughly translate to: "Although you're bright and light, you arrive to me like night fall. You and I, together. You and I, metamorphized. Although you're bright and light, you arrive to me like night fall. The art of transformation is a dark art." The imagery of light and dark mixing together mimics the idea of walking from the brightness of Earth into the darkness of Inferno.

This entire album appears to be the recounting of a relationship and how it feels like walking through Inferno. Here we see the beginning of this relationship, of Hozier losing himself to the threshold.

"De Selby (Part 2)"

Part one appeared to be the step through the gates, whereas part two seems to be Hozier being enveloped by the threshold. In 'Inferno', Dante says the entrance to Hell is a darkness that no stars could shine in. We hear this shift from Earth to Unearth through the production alone; the weightlessness of part one falling into the heavy grunge of part two.

"Your heart, love, has such darkness, I feel it in the corners of the room." The theme of dark continues, as it will through the entire album, but, this time, Hozier feels it radiating from within his lover rather than the space around them. Though, him saying his lover carries darkness is not an insult. This extra depth to his lover is something more to know, something more to love. This idea actually differs from Dante, who sees the darkness as deceitful.

"I want to be so far from sight and mind." Inferno is a lawless place. He would be far from sight due to the darkness, and far from mind due to the insanity that persists within the circles.

"Let all time slow, let all light go." This lyric shows me that he has been submerged in the threshold. Again, the lack of light, but also the slowing of time. Punishment after death is eternal, something that time has no grasp on. Hozier is willing to let these aspects take a hold of him.

"I'd still know you not being shown you, I'd only need the workin' of my hands." Christianity is a heavy theme of Inferno, and this lyric plays on the proverb 'Idle hands are the devil's workshop', a proverb Hozier also hinted at in his song "No Plan" (from 'Wasteland, Baby!') - "My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand."

Now, though, Hozier's hands aren't idle, instead the opposite, his hands are working as God intended. Drawing us back to that idea we were given at the end of part one, we get the feeling that Hozier is bringing something light/Godly to Inferno, and he and his lover are fusing the ideas of Heaven/Earth and Hell.

FIRST (LIMBO):

"First Time"

We now enter circle number one, 'Limbo'. Limbo is an uneventful circle for those not worthy of punishment but also not fit for Heaven. It is mainly for those who do not believe in God, the unbaptised.

Firstly, to get to circles, Dante and his guide, Virgil, must be chaperoned by the Greek Psychopomp Charon down the river Acheron, and we see that in Hozier's first couple stanzas.

"And the soul - if that's what you'd call it, uneasy ally of the body - felt nameless as a river, undiscovered underground." This appears to be Hozier mentioning the river Acheron, one of the five rivers of the Underworld that surround Hades, and, in 'Inferno', are used to transport the souls of the dead to their respective circles.

"The first time that you kissed me, I drank dry the river Lethe." The river Lethe is another one of the five rivers, and is one that causes anyone who drinks from it to forget everything they know. Hozier is simply saying that kissing this person wiped his mind clean, similar to the end of "De Selby (Part 1)" where he mentions partaking in a transformation.

"Some part of me died / Some part of me came alive the first time that you called me 'Baby'." Relating to the previous quote, souls that drink from the river Lethe usually do so before being reincarnated, so they forget their past life. Hozier seems to experiment with the idea of being reborn by his partner's love for him - an idea prevalent throughout his entire discography.

"To share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering, but fighting off - like all creation - the absence of itself." This lyric tells us that we should not ignore the privilege of living just out of the fear of dying. This lyric is reminiscent of "All Things End" and the circle of Heresy. Since Limbo is home to those who don't believe in God, the theme of Heresy is a very fitting one.

SECOND (LUST):

"When I was young, I used to guess 'Are there limits to any emptiness?'" The punishment for those in Limbo is to exist eternally with the curse of a hollow, empty feeling meant to represent the lack of God in their lives. This punishment seems referenced in this lyric.

[ i ended up thinking about this song more so if you want even more "first time" content, here ya go: "first time dante references." ]

"Francesca"

Into circle number two, 'Lust', we have the story of Francesca Da Rimini, a woman Dante spoke to during his visit to circle two. Francesca fell in love with her husband's brother, Paolo, and when her husband discovered the affair he murdered them both.

Hozier seems to be singing from the perspective of Francesca/Paolo but throughout the album we see Hozier liken his lover to aspects of Inferno - darkness in "De Selby (Part 2)" or Lucifer in "Unknown / Nth" - so the story of Francesca and Paolo is fitting as another metaphor here.

"Do you think I'd give up? That this might've shook the love from me?" Even in Hell, Paolo and Francesca physically cling onto another. They do not let their death affect their love.

"My life was a storm since I was born. How could I fear any hurricane?" The punishment in Lust is an eternal storm meant to replicate the throws of passionate love - a storm also depicted in the production of the end of this song. Hozier/Francesca/Paolo says that it's impossible for them to care about this punishment when life was already as treacherous as it was.

The whole chorus emphasises the imagery of Francesca and Paolo not being able to let go of each other.

"When the heart would cease, ours never knew peace. What good what it be on the far side of things?" Francesca and Paolo lived their love secretly and anxiously, so what good would peace be in the afterlife when they've already become accustomed to difficulty?

"Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I." In the opening songs of the album, Hozier describes his lover as darkness, akin to something God cannot bear. Due to the depth of his lover, the mix of light and dark they've made, he believes Heaven would crumble beneath the weight of their relationship. That something as corrupt as Inferno is the only place suitable for them to live.

"I, Carrion (Icarian)"

Still in circle two, Hozier plays on Dante's own metaphor. In Canto 17, Dante refers to his own dread of descending Inferno to the same dread that the 'ill-fated Icarus' must've felt on his fall from the sky.

Hozier twists this, instead comparing his love to the hope Icarus must've felt as he flew towards the sun. He said, during a live show, this song is based on the idea hat Icarus never realised he fell, and woke up dead, too clouded by joy to realise what had happened.

"If the wind turns, if i hit a squall, allow the ground to find its brutal way to me." Again, we mention the storm of circle two. Lust is also said to have treacherous terrain - sharp rocks and jagged stone - that seems to be hinted at in the second half of this lyric.

"While you're as heavy as the world that you hold your hands beneath." This imagery seems reminiscent of the Greek Titan, Atlas, who holds up the Earth on his back. Dante talks about seeing Titans and Biblical Giants at the transition point of circle eight to circle nine, 'Fraud' to 'Treachery', which makes this lyric a sad hint to where Hozier will end up finding his lover; Taking the place of Lucifer in the deepest part of Inferno.

THIRD (GLUTTONY):

"Eat Your Young"

We enter the third circle of Inferno, 'Gluttony'. There are no specific references to Inferno, but the concept of gluttony is apparent. Hozier does what he frequently does throughout this album; He refuses to see the sin as "right or wrong" as Dante so stubbornly implies.

Hozier often divulges in a grey area, a spectrum or sale of severity, when it comes to the sin. Hozier's perspective seems more nuanced than Dante's, seeing sin as layered rather than objectively bad. In this specific song, he displays the different sources of hunger in humans, and where the line should be drawn.

"I'm starvin', darlin', let me put my lips to something, let me wrap my teeth around the world." We start, and reference back to in verse two, a sexual hunger, a harmless passion between two people. This is an innocent side of the sin, not deserving of the punishment of Lust which is to be ripped apart by Cerberus (the three-headed dog from Greek mythology) for all eternity.

However, Hozier moves onto the hunger of politics.

"Pull up the ladder when the flood comes." The government refusing to help the people when the sea levels rise.

"Throw enough rope until the legs have swung." When you don't have a ladder, you use a rope. This lyric plays on the notion of when governments give the impression they are helping, but are only making things worse - a take on the saying 'Give someone enough rope and they'll hang themselves', since what else are they meant to do with it?

"Skinnin' the children for a war drum, puttin' food on the table selling bombs and guns." The hunger for power manifests in war.

"It's quicker and easier to eat your young." Here, Hozier uses the common saying in a more literal sense, saying that if these politicians are hungry enough to destroy the world, they may as well physically eat their young, since it'll have the same effect.

FOURTH (GREED):

"Damage Gets Done"

This song takes place in circle four, 'Greed'! The title of the song alone is already very meaningful. In circle four, the main punishment is that the inhabitants are split into two groups and are forever forced to charged into each other and fight. Dante describes them are being so injured and damaged that they have become 'unrecognisable'.

The song is about greed within the changing of the world. It's about growing up and losing the naivety and innocence you once had, no longer able to ignore the burden of politics and money. Hozier and Brandi sing about the excitement of being young and in love, but, with the rise of inflation, it's hard to exist like that anymore - You need greed to survive.

"Wish I had known it was just our turn being blamed for a world we had no power in." This seems to be a reference to two things. One, the idea that governments blame the people for their own poverty, and Two, the idea of arriving in circle four by no fault of your own. It's not their fault they wanted more money with the world being how it is, but, nevertheless, they're being punished for it.

"I haven't felt it since then. I don't know when the feeling ended, but I know being reckless and young is not how the damage gets done." They talk about the enjoyment of the love they're singing about fading, and how they miss that, but they know that, again, this is not their fault. They know they didn't change, the world did, and they won't take responsibility for their 'sin' when all they did was adapt.

As aforementioned, the inhabitants of the fourth circle suffer extreme injuries, so Hozier saying "I know being reckless and young is not how the damage gets done" is him saying "I know that we are not at fault for being served the punishment of Greed."

FIFTH (WRATH / ANGER):

"Who We Are"

We enter the fifth circle, 'Wrath', where the inhabitants spend their time fighting to stay at the surface of the river Styx, another one of the five rivers of the underworld.

"Falling from you drop by drop." / "To hold me like water." These lyrics obviously give the idea of water, representing the river Styx.

"Or, Christ, hold me like a knife." This lyric comes in quite loudly, Hozier's voice strengthening with it. The subtle blasphemy of "Christ" and the violent imagery of "knife" comes across as a sort of anger. Being held "like a knife" is representative of how those is Wrath must feel - like they are something particularly dangerous, but still desperate to be held.

"We're born at night, so much of our lives is just carving through the dark to get so far." Again, this theme of darkness that is so frequently displayed in Inferno is mentioned again. After this song comes "Son Of Nyx", which Hozier said was the transition into the darker half of the album, and Nyx is the Goddess of the Night. Being "born at night" would make Hozier the son of the night, the son of Nyx. This gives the impression that, if the album is following on chronologically, this is the point where the relationship portrayed in the album begins to fray as Hozier starts to be consumed by the darkness.

"And the hardest part is who we are." Those in the circle of Wrath possess a 'savage self-frustration' that Hozier seems to represent throughout this whole song - A fierce annoyance with the way he and his lover let things go: "We sacrificed, we gave our time to something undefined", "Chasing someone else's dream", Etc.

SIXTH (HERESY):

"Son Of Nyx"

We have no lyrics for this song (though you can hear him faintly saying some things, one of which is him saying "who we are...") but we know it takes place in circle six, 'Heresy'. Heresy is a belief or opinion that is contradictory to religious doctrine, especially Christianity. As aforementioned, Hozier said this track is a transition song meant to replicate a descent into the darker half of the album.

Nyx is a Greek Goddess and is often known as the personification of night. She had many children all representing different things but the title would essentially mean 'The Son Of Night', and, as dissected in the previous song, we can see that Hozier sees himself as reborn into the darkness.

Once again, darkness is a large theme of Inferno, but Hozier saying in circle six that he is the Son of Night is particularly meaningful due to the association of light with God. He has been reborn as something that could not be further from God, something that opposes the idea of God, something of a Heretic.

Nyx was feared and respected by all, including Zeus, and, though I believe there is no reference to her in Inferno, she was described as residing in the dark recesses of the Underworld, which is heavily incorporated into Inferno.

"All Things End"

This song does not have many overt references to circle six but definitely incorporates the idea of heresy. As mentioned, heresy is an idea that contradicts (especially, but not always) Christianity. In this song, Hozier talks about the ephemeral nature of all things, particularly romance.

"When people say that something is forever, either way it ends." Whether it be death or a break-up, God doesn't plan for you to be able to spend eternity with your lover.

"Movin' on in time and taking more from everything that ends." Hozier, however, argues that things still have meaning beyond their end. That, even after moving on, we will remember and learn from the things we have lost.

"Just knowin' that everything will end should not change our plans." Throws back to the idea of the second verse of "First Time". If you avoided something just because it was going to end eventually, you would never achieve anything. That's like refusing to finish a movie just because you don't want to get to the credits.

When this concept of ignoring the end comes to death, we ultimately cross the concept of God. There are many rules people follow in religion, avoiding certain things because they are against 'God's Will'. Although this practice can be kept in moderation, it can quickly become self-imprisoning.

Not living your present life out of fear for an unproven afterlife can be limiting, especially if you dictate who you love due to what supernatural punishment may or may not follow. Hozier sings that we should not let God's plan interfere with what we need from life, allowing ourselves to indulge in love even if it will end - ultimately, Heresy.

SEVENTH (VIOLENCE):

"To Someone From A Warm Climate (Uiscefhuaraithe)"

This song places in circle seven, 'Violence'. Violence is split into three subcategories, or 'rings'; Violence against others, violence against self, and violence against God. I believe this song gives an overview of all three.

With this song, we recognise that the title says "To someone..." and Hozier said this song was a gift to someone who was from a geographical warm climate, but there is also a lot of heat in circle seven.

"A joy, hard learned in winter, was the warming of the bed." Throughout this song, Hozier describes himself as cold, and his lover as warm. The idea of warming the bed is a concept Hozier mentioned in his song "Nobody" (From 'Wasteland, Baby!') where he sings that, if he had a choice between the warm bed of his lover or performing on stage, he'd go home to the bed. Since this song comes after "All Things End" (the break-up song), this call back to "Nobody" could be instead referencing a permanent distance, rather than a temporary one (like the temporary distance in "Nobody").

"And, darlin', all my dreaming has only been put to shame." This could have two meanings. One, Hozier waking from a dream about his lover to find them not here. Or, two, Hozier's expectations of his lover falling short as their relationship has finally fallen through. These expectations could be a form of violence against self, the second ring, as he set himself up for heartbreak.

"And I wish that I could say that the river of my arms have found the ocean. I wish I could say the cold lake water of my heart- Christ, it's boilin' over." As mentioned, Hozier is cold, his lover is warm. His wishes he could find something to to fill the loss of his relationship, but he still feels the heat from his lover in every part of him.

"It's boilin' over." References the river of boiling blood in the first ring, violence against others, Hozier could be talking about the way his partner loved him, how that was almost an act of violence with how hard it is to now let go.

"Butchered Tongue"

This song has less references to 'Inferno', and is more of a commentary on the act of violence itself. Hozier sings of places and cultures lost to the violence of man, and he mourns this deeply.

"To say 'Appalacicola' or 'Hushpukena', like 'Gweebara'. A promise softly sung of somewhere else." This grieving for a time when native land wasn't colonised and culture wasn't violently erased is prevalent throughout the song.

In the second verse, he sings very strongly of the brutal acts inflicted upon Irish rebels by the British forces in the Wexford Rebellion of 1789. As we know, Hozier is from Ireland, and he incorporates both the Irish language and history into this album, and recounting such violent acts for this song feeds into the grieving of what has been lost: "Between what is lost forever and what can still be known."

In the context of 'Inferno', it feels as though Hozier is listing the sort of actions that would land someone within the circle of Violence whilst also appreciating the efforts those above ground take to preserve erased culture. Altogether, the song is a very moving commentary on modern violence.

EIGHTH (FRAUD):

"Anything But"

The eighth circle is 'Fraud', split into ten subcategories that are positioned around the circle in trench-like ditches, known as 'Bolgia'.

"I wanna be loud, so loud, I'm talking seismic," follows up with, "I want to be as soft as a single rock in a rain stick." Who he wants to be fluctuates between moderation and severity. He is changing, unreliable, possibly referring to bolgia one, Panders and Seducers. Seducers tend to 'lead astray', as Hozier's unreliable narration does.

The punishment of bolgia one is to be marched backwards and forwards rapidly whilst being whipped, very much evoking the imagery of a stampede: "If I were a stampede, you wouldn't get a kick." This alludes to the fact that if Hozier were sent to hell for the various sins he commits for his lover, he wouldn't resent them for it at all.

"If I was a riptide, I wouldn't take you out." The second bolgia of Fraud is for Flatterers, 'the act of giving excessive compliments, sometimes for romantic courtship'. Obviously, the song is filled with these compliments.

"I hear He touches your hand and then you fly away together. If I had his job, you'd live forever." The imagery of "fly away" gives the idea of ascending, perhaps to Heaven, as hinted at again by the idea of the longevity of living. Bolgia three is for Simoniacs, those who would sell church roles, offices, or sacred things. This seems to fit with Hozier saying that if he had a divine role, he wouldn't follow protocol, he would allow his lover immortality.

Simoniacs were sinners because they were disobeying God's trust, because the selling of divine roles would lead to corruption in the Church. Hozier is using this hyperbolically, saying that if someone were to sell him the role of God, he would most definitely be a corrupt power.

"I'd lower the world in a flood, or better yet I'd cause a drought." In bolgia four we have Sorcerers. Although Dante used this term in a more logical sense for fraudulent sorcerers - false prophets, fortune tellers, those who lied about the plans of God - Hozier uses the term in a supernatural sense. Sorcerers were punished for trying to interrupt God's prerogative, whereas Hozier is blatantly saying he would summon another flood, usurping God's plan overtly.

"I'm talking seismic." The bridge that leads to bolgia seven was collapsed by the great earthquake and, as we know, seismic activity leads to earthquakes.

"Worry the cliff side top as a wave crashing over." There happens to be a cliff near the entrance of circle eight that a large waterfall plunges over.

"Abstract (Psychopomp)"

This song appears to be the crossover point from circle eight to circle nine that I mentioned when discussing "I, Carrion (Icarian)". Before we get to that, the title itself is significant.

A psychopomp is a chaperon of death; Someone like the Grim Reaper, or Charon from "First Time", or Dante's guide through Inferno, Virgil. Here, Hozier is describing the act of hitting an animal with your car as taking on the role of a psychopomp, whilst also relating this idea to the act of letting a relationship die, leading it from life to death.

In the crossover point from eight to nine, Dante and Virgil stand and look at the large well that leads down to circle nine, 'Treachery'. The Titians and Giants burst out of the well, to big to fit, but their feet stand stubbornly in Treachery. I believe that, at this point in the album, Hozier stands here, too. He's visited all eight circles, and has one last place to go before he leaves Inferno, and ultimately his lover, behind. This song is him realising he has to let his relationship end, he has to act as a psychopomp for his love.

"Sometimes it returns like rain that you've slept through." Circle nine, 'Treachery', is a frozen over lake, aka a memory of water, similar to the residue of rain. With viewing this song as the predecessor to "Unknown / Nth", we can take this as a hint of what's to come.

"The Earth from a distance." Since Inferno is arranged in rings (like a circular staircase), Dante could feasibly look up and still see where he started his journey. The same way Hozier could look up and see where his relationship began, "De Selby (Part 1)", The Gates.

"Streetlights in the dark blue." We have the mix of light and dark again, as mentioned in the opening track, referencing back to Hozier and his partner falling in love.

"Darling, there's a part of me I'm afraid will always be trapped within an abstract of my life." Of course, Hozier is talking about the memory of the animal hit with the car here, but the way this relates to circle nine is beautiful. As we'll properly dissect with "Unknown / Nth", sat within the most central point of circle nine, the deepest part of Inferno, is Lucifer, the fallen angel. Lucifer was thrown down to Hell from Heaven, and found himself trapped in Treachery, his body too big to escape. Dante says that the more he struggles, the more stuck he becomes.

That moment he was struck down to hell is a moment he finds himself forever stuck in, just as Hozier is saying here. In the next song, Hozier relates his lover to Lucifer, but these lyrics are a gorgeous mirroring of Lucifer's experience, and another hint at the final circle we will now head to.

NINTH (TREACHERY):

"Unknown / Nth"

Okay, buckle in.

The ninth circle, 'Treachery', is also one split into subcategories, yet Hozier appears to be singing about the centre. The frozen over lake of Treachery gets more frozen the closer you get to the centre. The inhabitants start half-submerged in ice to fully plastered in it. Throughout Inferno, and the deeper we descend, a soft breeze becomes a strong wind, that, as we reach the centre, we find is caused by the violent flapping of Lucifer's wings. Here he sits, stuck and chewing on Judas, another one of God's biggest betrayers.

After "Abstract (Psychopomp)" Hozier is now exploring the final stage of his relationship. The circles of Hell had mirrored the love he once had, and Treachery is where it shall be buried. He also represents his lover as Lucifer, though not maliciously. In interviews, Hozier spoke about the song being about a heavy betrayal he suffered from someone he truly loved, and likening this to God and Lucifer is just heartbreaking.

"You know the distance never made a difference to me." The song is about knowing someone in their entirety, discovering their best and worst parts. Hozier uses Inferno to talk about the tiresome journey of finally knowing someone. He says he would've made the trip all the same, that he would've walked this far for his lover no matter what.

"I swam a lake of fire, I'd have walked across the floor of any sea." This mirrors the previous lyric, but also references specific parts of Inferno. The are many fires in Inferno, particularly in circle seven, 'Violence'. The sea floor lyric reminds me of the lake of Treachery. Though a surface, not a floor, the lake would still be below any seabed, since Inferno is geographically below the Earth.

"Funny how true colours shine in darkness and in secrecy." You guys are probably sick of hearing me say it but... Darkness is a big theme in Dante's Inferno. It is meant to represent the deceiving nature of humans when light is not being shone. Secrecy is a running thread through 'Inferno', too, as Dante finds many people he thought had done no wrong residing there. Hozier is simply saying how (sarcastically) funny it is that he only truly knows his lover in the remains of their relationship; How he only knows them after seeing them in their cruellest form.

"Where you were held frozen like an angel to me." There are many angel lyrics, but this one specifically references the ice of Treachery. The fallen angel is indicative of Hozier's experience: Seeing someone he regarded highly, even heavenly, falling from that pedestal and turning into something that couldn't be further from God's work.

"You called me angel for the first time, my heart leapt from me. You smile, now, I can see its pieces still stuck in your teeth, and, what's left of it, I listen to it tick. Every tedious beat going unknown as any angel to me." Hozier references his ex-lover chewing on his heart the way Lucifer chews on Judas. He listens to it somehow still ticking, however slowly, and at the end of the song we hear something akin to a heartbeat. The beats are "going unknown as any angel to me" since he can no longer recognise his own heartbeat after it has been mangled by another, and, since he mistook someone alike Lucifer to an angel, the idea of angels must be "unknown" to him.

"Do you know I could break beneath the weight of the goodness, love, I still carry for you? That I'd walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowing you?" We again have this imagery of walking far, referencing the journey of Inferno, and, even though he's aching with the realisation of who his lover truly is, he can't help but be grateful that he does now know them, no matter how painful that may be. That he would do this all again if it meant he at least got to the answer of who they are.

His weak heartbeat follows him through to final track as we begin the Ascent.

ASCENT:

"First Light"

The title is very meaningful for the Ascent. The song references both Dante and Virgil's ascent and the creation of light by God himself. Dante and Virgil leave Inferno through a tunnel that Lucifer left in the Earth as he was thrown down to Hell, and they emerge on the other side of the hemisphere. This song signifies Hozier stepping away from the relationship as he also makes that journey out.

"One bright morning changes all things." Dante is disorientated when he exits Inferno. He'd become so accustomed to the darkness that he asks Virgil, 'How is it that the sun progressed so rapidly from evening to day?' Hozier seems to recognise here that his relationship is no longer fit for him, that the darkness has become too encompassing, just as Dante realises on his ascent.

"The sky set to burst, the gold and the rust, the colour erupts...the sun coming up." Not only does this give the imagery of the birth of light, but it also represents Dante's view on his exit: 'Until...I saw the lovely things the sky above us bears. Now we came out, and once more saw the stars.'

"Like I lived my whole life before the first light." Hozier says that the darkness from his lover was so overbearing that it was hard to believe he'd ever felt light before - that light could not have exists with a darkness this heavy alongside it. It is a call back to "De Selby (Part 1)" - "A darkness so deep that God at the start couldn't bear."

"One bright morning comes. Darkness always finds you either way, it creeps into the corners as the moment fades." He speaks of bringing light to a moment between them, but has it quickly smothered by the darkness inherent in his partner. Another call back, this time to "De Selby (Part 2)" - "And your heart, love, has such darkness, I feel it in the corners of the room."

"After this I'm never going to be the same, and I am never going back again." This lyric is heart-breaking. Hozier states that Inferno has changed him, but he has no wishes to re-enter it. At the beginning of this album, he was begging for the likes of Inferno - "De Selby (Part 2)": "Let all time slow, let all light go." - and now he is desperate to get away from it. In "Francesca", he said, "At the end, I'd tell them, 'Put me back in it.'", yet, now, he's at the end, he's ascended, and he has no desire to go back at all.

He is letting go of his lover because he recognises that this pain was not worth it, that this love was not worth the punishment he received, so he leaves.

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That was Hozier's Inferno !! I hope this was helpful to some people since it was very fun to make (I'm exhausted) and it's very enlightening to see how these lyrics relate to Inferno (I'm heart-broken) !! Okay, wooooo !! Enjoy !!!

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New Hope (Steve Rogers)

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Summary: You confess to Steve you're pregnant.

Warnings: Fluff, pregnancy announcement

WC: 640ish

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The evening light filtered through the windows of the Avengers compound, casting a warm glow over the living room. You were sitting on the couch, fidgeting with a small piece of paper, your heart racing. You had known for a few days now, but tonight felt like the right time to tell him.

Steve walked in, still in his workout gear, his hair slightly damp and a towel draped around his neck. He smiled at you, a soft, genuine smile that made your heart flutter. “Hey there, you,” he said, his blue eyes sparkling with warmth. “What’s got you so pensive?”

You took a deep breath, your fingers tightening around the edge of the paper. “Steve, can we talk?”

He tilted his head, sensing the seriousness in your tone. “Of course. What’s on your mind?”

You gestured for him to sit next to you, and he quickly settled down, his body instinctively turning toward you. The air felt charged, as if the universe was holding its breath along with you. You glanced at the paper, then back at him.

“I’ve been feeling a little… different lately,” you began, your voice steady but soft. “And I took a test.”

Steve’s brow furrowed, concern etched on his face. “Different? Are you okay? Is something wrong?”

You smiled gently, your nerves slowly giving way to excitement. “I’m okay. In fact, I’m more than okay. Steve, I’m… I’m pregnant.”

Silence enveloped the room, the words hanging in the air like a delicate balance between disbelief and joy. You held your breath, waiting for his reaction. For a moment, he seemed frozen, processing the news.

Then, a wide grin broke across his face, the kind that lit up his entire being. “You’re serious?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper. You nodded, unable to contain your smile any longer.

“Oh my god,” he breathed, laughter bubbling up in his throat. “We’re having a baby?”

You nodded again, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Steve reached out, his hand finding yours, fingers interlocking tightly. “This is amazing,” he said, his eyes shining with a mix of disbelief and joy. “I can’t believe it.”

His excitement was contagious, and you felt your own joy blossoming. “I was so nervous to tell you. I didn’t know how you’d react.”

“Are you kidding? This is the best news ever!” He pulled you into an embrace, lifting you slightly off the couch as he spun you around. You laughed, the sound ringing through the room, mixing with the happiness radiating from him.

When he set you down, he held you at arm’s length, his eyes searching yours. “We’re going to be parents. I can’t wait to meet our little one.”

You felt your heart swell at the thought, a wave of love washing over you. “You’re going to be such a great dad, Steve.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, a little bashful but still brimming with excitement. “I hope so. I mean, I’ve seen how you are with kids. You’ll be the best mom.”

“I just want us to be there for them, to give them the love and safety we’ve both always wanted,” you said, your voice steady and filled with conviction.

Steve nodded, a serious look crossing his face. “We will. Together. Whatever it takes.”

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, sealing the promise of a beautiful future ahead. When he pulled back, his eyes sparkled with determination. “We’re in this together. Always.”

You nodded, feeling more connected to him than ever. The world outside might be chaotic, but in that moment, everything felt right. You could already picture the little one who would be part of both of you, a new chapter waiting to be written.

With Steve by your side, you knew there was nothing you couldn’t face.

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lustlovehart · 8 months ago

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Caught In Her Web

A/n: I love women

Summary: [Yandere] Dinner never seems to go right with Kafka

Warnings: Toxic date, memory erasure, unwanted touching, unconscious kiss

Her gloved fingers tap against the wooden table, every sound only increasing the tension through the room.

"Hm? Oh, don't look at me like that, I'm not gonna eat you dear."

At this rate, you wouldn't doubt if she did take a bite out of you.

"Kafka, quit this, what do you need from me this time?"

"Don't be so heartless [Name], maybe I just wanted to have dinner with my favorite person through the universe's."

"Cut it out."

"I'm not messing with you," her leather covered hands slowly make their way into your own, both palms caging your own in hers as she makes heavy contact into your soul. "Let's just eat shall we?"

You don't reply, only looking hesitantly at your hand covered by her malice.

You knew of the existence of scripts, she never hid information from you. Whatever information she did withhold probably would’ve been stuff you wouldn’t wanna know anyway.

The food laid between you two, the steam floating off it being very visible, yet Kafkas eyes completely overshadow them, rather than being drawn to the appetizers your focus is entirely on her, you don't look into her eyes, but just staring at her gloved hands is enough.

She has that effect on people you assume.

Her left hand plays with your arm, the digits of her limb playful crawling up your skin until they catch onto your chin, forcing you to finally look at her.

"You know darling, it's common coutersy to look at someone when you talk to them is it not?"

"I'm not gonna look at you."

Her fingers quickly release you from her hold, a playful 'hm' leaving her lips as she takes a fork and, somehow, makes stabbing a steak look both violent and elegant at the same time.

"Fine, be that way, the least you could do is let me feed you."

"I doubt you'd give me a choice."

"Hm, you're smart, good," the knife cuts through the meat, her utensil slowly lifting it to your mouth, her lips telling you to say 'ahh'. "Be careful dear, it's hot."

You don't give her the satisfaction of listening to her, despite the heat of the food radiating off of it, you don't blow. You'd rather burn your tongue than make this criminal happy with you.

You were right, your mouth is in so much pain. You try to keep your face neutral, but you can't help letting a little of the pain escape.

"See, I told you it was hot. I just praised you too."

You swallowed, it hurt like hell, but you swallowed. You're sure if it wasn't boiling it would've been delicious, but what's done is done.

"Try to at least enjoy our dinner, this will be the last time I see you for a while"

"Hm, maybe you're right, that does sound like something to celebrate."

"Oh, so you're only witty when it comes to remarks against me?"

"Was that not obvious?"

"You wound me [Name]" she looked down at the food again, instead of giving you more she only sighs and pushes the plate to the side. "Seems the dinner plans fell through. That's okay, Elio saw it coming."

"So even your 'heartfelt' dinner was apart of the script."

"Not all of it, we were just meant to sit at table filled with food, that wasn't apart of the plan."

"So you decided toying with me would be funner?"

"Playing with anyone is enjoyable to me, it's just nicer when it's you." She smiles after her words. Just that, a closed lip smile at you.

You look at the clock she had set up, it felt more like a countdown than a way to keep track of time. 3 hours left, that's too long for you.

"What, so you added your flirtations into this dinner?"

The more you think, 3 hours left till what?

"Hm, I did, is there problem? I don't think I hide my liking towards you."

Your brain can't remember what it was you were waiting for. It's like the memory of what waited for you at the end wasn't there anymore.

"You don't, but I wish you did."

Keep... Date... As long... Possible...

She leans across the table, her lips ghosting over your earlobe, a deep laugh escaping from her throat.

"How will I express my adoration for you then?" Her whisper came out teasing, yet if you looked past that, you can hear her underlying annoyance slip through the cracks. "Perhaps lock you in a golden cage like an innocent bird? Or should I do like a spider and trap you in my web." You sit still, not daring to move.

"Jokes of course, though, I would like for you to stay with me."

Feint words of broken memories invade your head, beating like some painful headache.

"Once this is over, you'll be different. It's sad I won't be able to keep the [Name] I cherish, but it's the price we have to pay for the script. These last moments will be what I'll have left of you, so I hope we can enjoy it together.

The whispers felt familiar, like you've been through it before. Spirit Whsiperer...

"Now, can we please enjoy this last meal of peace before it changes ?"

Your hands grab onto her as you push her to her side of the table. Your breaths were heavy once you remembered the situation the damned clock. Looking back at the time, how could time go by so quickly?

1 hour left.

"Don't try using that shit on me Kafka. It was 3 hours left 10 minutes ago how the hell could that be."

"That's the [Name] I like to see." She doesn't answer you, not a single question. While you frantically shake her.

"I told you myelf, I really do enjoy messing with you." Her hands aren't gloved anymore. The leather long being discarded, her fingers slowly reach up to your cheek pulling you closer to her face.

Her fingers are cold, like a corpse. You don't shiver though. Her touch is the most undisturbing part about her. It's what makes her so horrifying.

"Times up dear." Her thumb ghosts over your lips, gently placing her digit on you. She stand up from her seat, being eye to eye to yourself, her other hand placing itself on your waist, seemingly pulling you closer.

"Boom."

Your vision blacks as your head falls forward, the last thing you remember being the soft feeling of your face resting on her shoulder. Ice cold fingers are left stroking your head as the sound of a door opens.

"At the end of the day," Though you're out cold, deep down she wishes you can feel the way her freezing lips place a chaste kiss on your own. "I'm a selfish woman."

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A dim light is all your blurred vision can see, the sound of a feint hum ringing through the empty space as well. Your head is rested on what feels to be someone's thighs, whoever it is must be the one rubbing circles into your chest, more specifically, the area where a heart would be.

It's not beating. Your hearts not working.

"You're awake." Your eyes clear as you look up at the woman smiling from above. She's beautiful.

She's familar.

"Do you remember me?"

"..."

She waits.

"Do you like me?"

“I…”

She doesn’t say anymore, only tracing patterns into your skin as she waits, that unwavering smile still on her face. The lights grow darker. You don’t hear a throbbing in your ears, something someone with a heart would hear in distress. You don’t have that anymore. Well, maybe not anymore, you can’t remember if you ever did have one.

“Who are you?”

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http-tokki · 24 days ago

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you promised.- satoru gojo

~ satoru gojo x reader ~ tags/cw: break up, angst, satoru is an asshole ~ wc: 935

"You promised..." You feel your lips pulling further into a frown as you stare at Satoru sitting across from you. "You pinky swore that we were gonna try harder this time."

Satoru doesn't move an inch from his stoic position as tears roll down your cheeks. He does not attempt to reach forward and brush them from your cheeks or run his hand along your forearm the way he used to, there is no attempt at comfort; not anymore. You ache for his touch, for some semblance of warmth that once radiated off him, the heat that kept the embers within your heart glowing throughout the years-long separation between the two of you.

"I don't think it's fair to bring that up." He counters, the vacant expression still plastered across his face.

"I don't think it's fair that you said all these things and made me think it was going to be different this time only for us to end up the same." there is anger building within you, bubbling and roiling in the depths of your soul but you know you can never truly be angry with him.

Gojo sighs and drags his hands down his hands in frustration, the only emotion he has shown thus far. "I didn't know that I wasn't going to be ready for this, I thought-" another sigh. "I thought I was ready but I'm not and it's unfair for you."

"You don't get to decide what's fair for me, that's my decision." your jaw clenches, throat tightening as sobs claw their way up. "All you've talked about was how much I've grown and how you admire me making decisions for myself so here I am, making a decision for myself." you take a deep breath, calming the shaking in your voice as you declare. "I chose you. Always have and always will."

"You're willing to give up your entire life and be my second, third, maybe fourth priority, without a chance at a normal life? Am I that important to you?"

"Yes."

There is a beat of silence and for a moment, you think he will reach across the console, grab your face, kiss you, and seal your combined fate. He will feel the sincerity of your words, your unwavering love and devotion to him and the life that could be, and return your feelings. Finally, you were going to get the moment of your dreams with the man you had been yearning for for far too long.

"God, that's pathetic." Satoru huffs, rubbing at his jaw. "Is your self-worth that low?"

"Excuse me?" His verbal attack is just as sharp as if he were to slap you across the cheek.

"How are you so pathetic that you're willing to give up being your own person for someone else? For me? Do you have no self-respect?"

The words slice at your skin, flaying you open with each sneer. Bile rises in your throat, stomach aching at the devastating blow that he had just delivered to your psyche. Maybe he was right.

"It's like looking at a stray dog just begging me to take them home." Saturo sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Bile rises in your throat, stomach clenching at the devastation he had just released upon you. You feel your heart break. A cracking that only you can hear fills your head, and blood sounds in your ears as your hands start to shake. Breathing becomes manual and the air is a little too thin, vision blurring at the edges and you don't know if it's the lack of oxygen flowing through you or the tears beginning to cloud your waterline. You inhale once, jagged but full, your head clearing slightly at the sudden rush of air and you know what to do. You've done this before. Been dumped by the great Gojo Saturo and you've lived through it, you can do it again but why did it hurt so much more now? There is no time to sit and think about that. You need to leave now, get out of the car so you can break down in the sanctity of your own company.

"Okay," you start, taking another breath and lifting your head to face the sorcerer. "Thank you for letting me know."

Satoru's face remains unchanged, staring at you unblinkingly as you clench your jaw to stop the quivering of your lips.

"We’re done. This is it.” your voice cracks despite your best efforts. “There won’t be any friendship; nothing. Ever again.”

Gojo’s lip twitches, a slight downward tug at the corner of his lip before schooling his face into neutrality.

“Anything else to add?” tone detached despite whatever emotion had slipped through his mask a millisecond ago.

You think for a moment and debate whether or not to admit defeat. Confess that he had won the weird heartbreak competition there was between the two of you, that he had finally taken his prize of your whole heart but what would that achieve? So you take a deep breath and open the door. Cool winter air rushes in, replacing the familiar warmth that always seemed the fill Satoru’s car. Not another word is spoken between the two of you as you climb out, close the door and walk back towards your apartment. You freeze as you reach the door, hand frozen on the keypad to the lobby and you turn, a habit you had developed over the years together, expecting to see him waiting for you to walk into the building knowing you are safe but when you turn, the space is empty.

a/n: lmao inspired by an actual break up conversation with the same guy who broke me like 2 years ago (yeah, that's right I went back like an idiot)

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bellaturner · 2 years ago

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Soothing Touch

I simply ✨ADORE✨ this GIF

Summary: YN is having a terrible migraine and Alex helps her through it.

No warnings, it's just pure fluff. (I did use a lot of song references though)

2,4k words (can you guys tell me how big you like one shots to be?)

Masterlist

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"Alex?" you called out from the bathroom, wincing at the sound of the front door slamming shut. Although it was shortly after noon, you could affirm that today was being a terrible day. A pounding migraine had plagued you all morning, despite taking four ibuprofens. Desperate for relief, you had decided to take a hot bath.

The warm water was inviting, and the steam rising from it was soothing. The excess daylight was making your head pulsate, so you had closed all the blinds, making the room dimly lit, the only source of light was coming from a few candles placed strategically around it.

As you sank into the tub, you let out a deep sigh of relief. It was the perfect temperature. You closed your eyes and focused on the sensation of the water on your skin, hoping it would ease the throbbing pain in your head. It felt like your brain was trying to escape from it.

Suddenly, Alex's thick Sheffield accent filled the air, "Ey, babygirl, 'ow are you?" causing you to smile weakly through your discomfort but still making you squint in pain.

You brought your hand up to your eyes, the light coming from the open door searing through your closed lids like knives. You winced in pain, feeling the warmth of the water on your skin causing beads of sweat to form on your forehead. You desperately shielded your eyes from the harsh brightness, but a few tears still managed to escape, rolling down your cheeks and mixing with the bathwater. With your other hand, you pressed gently on your temple, feeling the tension radiating outwards like a spiderweb of pain. You massaged the sore spot, hoping for any kind of relief from the excruciating ache that seemed to have taken over your entire head.

Alex raised an eyebrow, "Is everything okay, YN?" his tone was laced with concern as he looked at you, puzzled by the dark bathroom and your reaction to his entrance.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just have a bit of a headache," you replied, your voice barely above a murmur as you tried to hide the pain that seemed to radiate through every fiber of your being. Despite your best efforts to sound nonchalant, your words came out strained, revealing the true extent of your discomfort.

Alex's eyes narrowed, and he lowered his voice to a whisper, as if afraid that speaking too loudly would cause you more pain.

"That doesn't look like 'a bit of a headache' to me," he said concerned, his gaze moving to the beads of sweat glistening on your forehead and the tears that had escaped your eyes when he let the light into the bathroom.

You didn't answer, but nodded your head slightly, causing a sharp wave of pain to run across your body. He closed the door as silently as he could and moved closer to the tub. As he walked toward you, you couldn't help but notice the sound of his shoes hitting the floor. They were those shiny, fashionable leather shoes, with a subtle heel that you loved so much. It echoed through the room, adding elegance to the already luxurious bathroom.

He knelt by the tub, gently reaching out to caress you, a sense of comfort washed over your body as he touched you. His touch was gentle, and at this moment, you knew that he was the one person who could ease your pain and bring you peace.

"How can I help, baby?" he asked softly, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I don't know, Al, but it hurts so bad" you whined, finally letting the tears run down your face.

"Let's start by taking this off, shall we?" he whispered, referring to a scrunchie that was holding your hair in the messiest of buns. "Don't cry, darling, you're going to make me crumble completely" he joked, knowing that you loved when he used references from his lyrics.

You let out a faint smile, and before you could even think of it, his long, skillful fingers were working on removing your hair tie. The feel of your hair being let down helping to soothe the pain a little, you hadn't realized, but the tight bun was making it worse. Some loose strains reached your back and fell ever so softly into the water.

You leaned into his hand, closing your eyes as he wiped the tears with one of them and ran the other through your hair. His touch became more soothing as he began to massage your scalp. The warm water, the soft candlelight, and his touch all combined to create a sense of calm that you desperately needed.

"Have you taken anything for it, doll?" he asked smoothly, and you nodded your head against his hands in agreement. "Hmmm..." a mumble escaped his lips, he was clearly trying to think of something to help you.

The water wrapped your body like a warm blanket, the steam rasing from it filling your lungs. Alex's strong, yet delicate hands made your head feel a bit better, but the pain was still radiating throughout your skull.

After what felt like an eternity, Al's whispery voice reached your ears again. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice barely audible above the sound of rushing water. You managed a weak smile, too exhausted to form words.

He got up and started to get undressed. As he removed his leather jacket, his toned arms and sculpted chest were revealed, a beautiful blue shirt hugging his body. His marvelous tattoo peeked out from underneath the fabric, adding to the allure of his physique. Even after being together for half a decade, you never grew accustomed to the sight of him. Anticipation rose in your chest, your heart beating faster.

Locking eyes with you, Al studied your reaction to his body, a mischievous glint in his eye. Even with the flickering candlelight casting constant shadows on his face, you could have sworn he winked at you.

"I've an idea," Alex's voice filled the space, mixing with the sound of his footsteps as he turned around and left. He was careful to open the door just enough for to get by and closed it as quickly as he could, so the light wouldn't hurt your eyes.

You heard some rustling coming from outside, but your mind was too focused on the pain to wonder what Alex was up to. A few minutes later, he returned, his shirt nowhere to be seen, making his muscular chest exposed. Taking a big breath in, you tried to stabilize yourself, not being able to handle those kinds of thoughts right now. Not when your head felt like it was being constantly hit by a hammer.

"Close your eyes, me darling, I have a surprise" he whispered, placing something on the counter and closing the door.

You obeyed, closing your eyes shut and letting your other senses take over. As you sat there, embraced by the water, the sound of a cap unscrewing and the distinct scent of peppermint wafted over to you. You breathed in deeply, the aroma calming your nerves.

You've always liked the smell of peppermint, it helped you calm down when you had a long day or when you were feeling ill. It reminded you of your early years. As a child, whenever you got sick or upset about something, your mum would brew you some peppermint tea and watch your favourite movies with you all night long.

"I hope you don't mind it, I went through your bedside table to find this." his whisper bringing you back to reality as he added a few drops of the essential oil to the bath water, the heat of it making the smell wash over the entire room.

As you allowed the calming scent of peppermint to engulf you, your mind began to wander to memories of your childhood. You remembered the cold nights snuggled up on the settee with your mum, wrapped in a warm blanket, drinking tea, and watching animated kids' movies on the TV. Those were simpler times, and the scent of peppermint always brought back those happy memories. Al's thoughtful gesture of adding the essential oil to the bathwater not only helped reduce your pain but also brought you comfort in the form of sweet nostalgia.

You opened your eyes to see Alex looking at you with a mixture of concern and love. It was moments like these that made you realize how lucky you were to have him in your life.

"I have another surprise for you," he said with a mischievous tone, and you heard the distinct sound of a champagne bottle being popped open. "Since the medication isn't helping, I thought we could try something else." He seemed pleased with his idea, even though it was a terrible one. You didn't want to hurt his feelings, so you reached out for the glass he was offering and took a small sip of the cool liquid before setting it aside to watch him finish undressing.

Alex slowly lowered himself into the tub, causing the water to ripple around you. He sighed contentedly as he settled in next to you, his body fitting perfectly against yours. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him, his chest pressing against your back, and rested his head on the edge of the tub.

The warmth of the water and the feel of his skin against yours, his steady heartbeat and the sweet fragrance of peppermint started to work their magic. The pain in your head began to subside, and you let out a deep breath of relief. You knew that you had a lot of work to catch up on, but for now, all you wanted to do was stay in this moment with Alex.

Alex reached for something on a nearby shelf, moving slightly. He retrieved your favorite shampoo and carefully squeezed the bottle into his hand, applying the contents to your scalp and massaging it gently. The moment was nothing short of perfect, with his skilled hands washing your hair and soothing your head, and a gentle hum emanating from him and creating a pleasant sensation on your back.

You loved it when Alex sang to you, and he knew it. The soft melody of "Love is a Laserquest," one of your favorite songs, drifted into your ears, sending shivers down your spine and making you feel loved in a way you never thought possible.

"Feel better, love?" he asked softly, his voice full of concern.

As you nodded your head, Alex flashed a warm smile and gently pushed your hair to one shoulder. Then, he showered you with delicate kisses around your neck and ears, finishing off with a playful bite.

"I hate seeing you in pain," he whispered in a tender voice.

"I know," you replied, turning your head to gaze at him. "But you always make it better."

A wide grin lit up his face, his eyes sparkling in the candlelight. "That's because I love you, me doll," he said, his passion for you evident in his words.

With your hair now clean, you leaned back against his chest, enjoying the comfort of his embrace. His hands continued to roam over your body, occasionally making you ticklish. The pain you had been feeling earlier had dissipated, but you remained still in the quiet of the candlelit room, afraid to move or speak and break the enchanting moment.

Alex continued humming different tunes for you until the water turned cold, snapping you back to reality. Thanks to him, you felt revitalized. You turned slowly, gazing at his face. He was so perfect, it was impossible to resist him.

"I love you, Alex. Thank you for taking care of me," you smiled at him, admiring his chiseled jawline and striking nose before leaning in for a kiss.

His lips were soft against yours. Though it wasn't your intention, things heated up a bit as he explored your mouth with his tongue, causing you to let out a faint moan. You broke away with a smile against his lips.

"I love you too, darling. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I mean it," he declared, his voice full of conviction. "Now, let's get you to bed," he said, extending a hand to help you out of the tub.

He wrapped you in a soft, white towel, the fluffiest one you had ever seen, and led you towards your bedroom. As he began to dress, he tried to share his thoughts with you, but you were too busy admiring his perfectly shaped body to listen. "What do you think about that, love?" he asked, interrupting your daydreams.

"Hmm, could you repeat that, Al? I wasn't paying attention," you sheepishly admitted, your lips still moist from licking them. Alex chuckled, making you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

"Come on, doll, let's get you some rest. You could use a nap. I'll wake you up for dinner," he suggested. You nodded in agreement and followed him to the bed. As he tucked you in and kissed your forehead, you felt grateful to have someone like him in your life. You were almost drifting off to sleep when you heard him whisper softly, "Sweet dreams, little miss." And with that, you fell into a peaceful slumber, feeling safe and loved in his embrace.

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Please, bare with me while I get back into writing.

I really, really hope you guys enjoyed it, it took me ages to get this finished. Being a perfectionist sucks.

Thanks for reading 💕

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still-a-morosexual-help · 2 years ago

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Part 2 of this (diavolo & lucifer being very gay in canon) because I ran out of space in the first one

1. The entire Devildom thinks Diavolo & Lucifer are dating/in love;

2. It just sounds cute okay

3. Diavolo apparently notices when Lucifer's pupil dilates by 2mm 😐

4. Diavolo probably has a 500pg book about how great Lucifer is

5. Remember how much Diavolo gushed about Lucifer's butler uniform, took a lot of pictures of it etc? Apparently he saved that uniform or had a new one made, then took the first chance he saw

6. Cottagecore?

7. Diavolo finds Lucifer sneezing cute😬

8. Diavolo prioritises Lucifer over everything, even his own kingdom & the way Simeon keeps poking at it & Diavolo keep avoiding directly answering him + Simeon later teases Lucifer about Diavolo liking him in S3👀

9. The snow sculpture which looked incredibly realistic and had absolutely nothing to do with Christmas

Can't have more screenshots so here's some important conversation word for word:

10. Diavolo, after meeting Lucifer for the first time, Lucifer tries his best to act like an ass to make Diavolo hate him but Diavolo still treats him kindly. Lucifer despises Diavolo at the moment because he's a Demon who according to Lucifer & the Celestial Realm can't even have a "well-ordered society". Diavolo somehow in a single night manages to form a crack in Lucifer's prejudices & make him doubt his Father who he holds in very high esteem. Diavolo also uses chess to prove his point about creating peace and a balance between the three worlds. This is the conversation that follows:

Lucifer (an angel): I see. ...Diavolo. Your strategy truly is fascinating. Do you think we could get together sometime? I'd like to learn more about it.

Diavolo: Are you talking about chess now? Or the nature of our relationship?

Lucifer: Heh...

^The ambiguity Lucifer uses when talking gives that old queer feeling of: Our relationship (whatever it may be) is very forbidden and anyone catching wind of it will be bad so for plausible deniability I'm going to tie the true meaning of this conversation to something more innocuous

11. Conversation they have after this^ flashback/particular conversation:

Diavolo: ...That's when you finally held out your hand to me, and we shook. The way you radiated charm as you smiled at me. I still remember it like it was yesterday. When I saw the look on your face I was convinced. You were fair and righteous, someone who would be able to lend an ear to anyone, to listen to what they had to say. Someone who had a truly beautiful spirit.

In other words Diavolo has the worst case of rose-tinted glasses, specially considering Lucifer was choking Mammon & trying to rip his arm of while Diavolo said all this.

12. Diavolo (in demon form): Back when he was an angel, he was so divine, so awe-inspiring that it was intimidating. But now he's attractive in a different sort of way. He draws your eye toward him and then doesn't let go. He truly is worthy of the moniker "Morning Star"! Even steeped in the darkness of the Devildom, he shines just as brilliantly as ever!

Lucifer (in demon form), blushing: ...Diavolo, could we change the subject, please?

Lucifer (in demon form): I've told you that it embarrasses me when you shower me with such excessive praise in public.

Diavolo (in demon form): Afterall you're already beautiful enough as it is!

a.) This is Gomez Addams level of devoted jfc

b ) Diavolo was straight up reciting poetry at one point

c.)......What's with "in public"....so it's fine in private?

d.) Diavolo gushing about Lucifer has the same energy as Mammon gushing about MC

e.) What do I have to do for someone to be this in to me?

13. Diavolo has multiple copies of Lucifer in a swimsuit saved in different places (not the swimsuit he wears around MC & his brothers btw but the one he wears around Diavolo which is actually just trunks and & an open hoodie/shirt)

14. Diavolo might actually have a whole file of rare pictures of Lucifer? He's got the butler ones, the swimsuit ones and the candid glasses one that he threatened some poor guy to delete after saving a copy for himself

15. The ship in a bottle that Diavolo gave Lucifer, that he loves so much he keeps it in a place where he can always see it

16. Lucifer: No, that scream was far too vile to have come from Diavolo.

....so you know what he sounds like when he screams and you think it sounds good...?🤨

17. Diavolo gives a flustered Lucifer a piggyback ride around RAD

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I don’t know if you write about about Agatha Harkness but I would love to see Aggs with sick reader. Agatha tries to take care of her but panics because reader is the most valuable thing she has 😊

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〚 Summary - You get sick, Agatha tries to make it better. 〛

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“You okay over there?” A soft voice pulled you out of your daydream, “You’ve hardly said two words since we got home.”

Your girlfriend was standing in the doorway with a concerned look on her face. Her dark hair was neatly arranged, and her piercing blue eyes held a mixture of worry and affection behind them as a thin furrow creased her brow.

You offered her a small smile as you nodded, "I'm alright, today was just really tiring," You said, in reference to the day you'd both spent hiking together. While that was partly true, the majority of your silence could easily be pinned down to the scratchiness which had formed at the back of your throat a few hours ago - but you didn't want to worry her with that.

“Hmm, if you say so,” She replied, clearly not entirely convinced by your response, “You know, I can always whip up a little something to soothe those tired muscles of yours if you fancy.”

That did sound tempting, you had no idea how she did it, but Agatha always managed to make some sort of concoction which would almost always help. The first few times she’d offered you were worried her remedies would have you turning blue or growing a second head, but you’d come to learn that being in a relation with a skilled witch had their advantages.

“That’d be really nice Aggs,” You nodded to which your girlfriend smiled widely in excitement before turning on her heels as she hurried off to make something.

In the meantime, you sank further into the sofa. Only getting up to grab one of the knitted blankets you kept in a basket before returning back to your original position. As you settled back down, your small orange kitty purred and came to curl up on your lap. The pair of you taken her in a year ago and she never failed to cheer you up.

As you closed your eyes, the exhaustion from the day's activities combined with the soothing warmth of the blanket and the gentle purring of your cat began to lull you into a drowsy state. The hazy evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room as you drifted off to sleep.

Not too long later, Agatha returned to the room, proudly holding a steaming cup in her hands, “Here you go dear, I made-” She paused her eyes lingering on your peaceful form, smiling innocently as she watched you slept.

But the concern she had felt earlier only grew stronger as she saw the flush which had settled on your cheeks, a contrast to your pale skin. She placed the mug on a nearby table and approached you, looking over your features with worry.

"You're not well," Agatha murmured to herself, her fingers gently brushing against your forehead. The heat radiating from her you sent a shiver of worry down Agatha's spine. A small purple glow came through her fingertips before she continued, "You've got a fever. Why didn’t you say something darling?” She sighed to herself before, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you continued to sleep.

After debating what to do, Agatha carefully picked up your sleeping form, cradling you in her arms as if you were the most fragile treasure. With a soft, worried expression, she carried you to the bedroom, laying you gently on the bed and tucking you in and smiling as the orange kitty followed suit and came to lay alongside you.

“They’ll be okay Penny, don’t worry.” She whispered to the cat, but it was more so to herself than anything before she returned to the living room, her mind racing with thoughts and plans. She needed to bring your fever down and make you comfortable, that was first on the agenda.

Agatha began rummaging through her collection of herbs and potions, her hands moving with practiced precision. She mixed together a concoction designed to bring down your fever, her brow furrowing as she concentrated, trying to remind calm despite the panic settled beneath her skin – you were far too important to her.

Returning to the bedroom, Agatha sat beside you, carefully lifting your head and helping you sip the potion. "Come on, my love, you need to drink this for me please," She urged gently, her voice a soothing murmur. You stirred slightly, groggily complying, the taste slightly bitter but not unbearable.

Agatha stayed by your side, dabbing your forehead with a damp cloth and murmuring sweet nothings as you dozed off and on. As the evening turn to night the room was enveloped in a tranquil hush, broken only by the occasional muffled sounds of Agatha's soft humming and the rhythmic purring of the orange kitty nestled beside you.

The hours passed by in a blur, the fever slowly relenting under the influence of Agatha's potion and care. Your sleep was restless, punctuated by moments of discomfort and delirium, but Agatha remained a steadfast presence by your side. She continued to adjust your blankets, occasionally waking you up to take sips of the cool water she’d retrieved before stroking your head as she lulled you back down to sleep.

Before long the first light of dawn painted the sky with shades of pink and gold, and when you woke up, your fever had finally broken. Your eyelids fluttered open, and you found yourself staring into Agatha's loving gaze. She smiled warmly; relief evident in her eyes.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," she whispered, her fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead. "How are you feeling?"

Your voice was a mere whisper, hoarse from the earlier scratchiness, but you managed a small smile. "Better… thanks to you."

Agatha's smile widened, and she leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. "I'm just glad you're on the mend now love. You had me worried there for a while."

You shifted slightly, wincing as your muscles protested the movement. Agatha was quick to help you find a more comfortable position, her touch gentle and soothing. "You still need to rest," she advised, her tone firm yet caring, "But I’m going to right here by your side.”

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vashsmunch · 1 year ago

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Where do we go from here? pt. 2 NSFW

Vash x GN Reader

Synopsis: basically, you and vash are roommates who met by him crawling up to your door injured one night, praying you wouldn't kill him. you treated his wounds and have basically been his personal nurse ever since, as he keeps doing dumb shit. but the entire time, you always wished it was something more.

Warnings: just nsfw LMAOAO | don't continue if you're under 16

A/N: im sorry for splitting it into three parts, i just want to get rid of this one before it sits in my drafts forever

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"You're being serious, right? No games?"

Vash nodded his head firmly. A few long moments of silence passed between you two, both keenly aware of the tension being exchanged as your eyes met. This mood of vulnerability wasn't necessarily new with him, but the feeling of romanticism was. There were plenty of times the two of you had talked. Most of them were you asking him about his travels and what he's been through. Sometimes it was hard hearing about it; your heart would ache as he told you about the people he had inadvertently hurt and how he collected all his scars. When you would change his bandages, your fingers lingered a few seconds too long, slightly caressing the chunks of mended wounds scattered across his chest. Even now, you raised your hand to trace them, feeling his body shiver.

There was something so irritating about how he refused to recognize his pain because he felt he didn't deserve it. More than anything, you wanted him to understand that it wasn't his fault, and now you finally had a chance to do so. You just needed to figure out how.

"I want you, Vash. I truly do. But I need you to understand something. If we do this, whatever this is, you can't hide from me. Not anymore," Your fingers trail up his collarbone and neck to cup his cheek gently, and he breathes a heavy sigh as he melts into your touch. "I'm so in love with you, and I don't think you fully understand that. I don't care how much you think you'll hurt me because there's a reason I let you into my house that night. You've pushed me away more times than I can count, and despite all that, I was waiting each time you came back. You don't have to love me back, not right now. All I ask is that you let yourself indulge. Stop treating me like some delicate porcelain doll, and show me all of you, even the parts you try so hard to ignore. Because when I say I want you, I want all of you."

You paused, waiting for him to react; you hadn't expected yourself to confess so readily, but part of it was to prove your devotion. A wanted man with a bounty of sixty million double dollars on his head, and yet you were here on his lap, pleading for him to let you in. He was always keeping his distance, even when you practically hurled yourself at him. You just needed one chance, a singular moment, to show him that you meant all of it, that all the words weren't just on a whim.

He was silent for a few seconds as if he was rewiring his entire brain to try and process what you had just said. After a bit, he responded in a low voice, looking down. "If I do that, I hope you know I'll never let you go. You would eternally be with me because I wouldn't be able to stand seeing you with anyone else. Is that really okay with you? To be all mine?" One of his hands slowly slid down your hips to rest on your thigh, gently squeezing the flesh.

You let out a soft snort of disbelief as your fingers gripped his chin to pull his gaze toward yours. "After all I said, you're still asking me that? Shut up and take me, dumbass."

A smile immediately appeared on his face as he kissed you again; this time, it wasn't filled with regret and guilt. Instead, there was relief; you could practically feel the joy radiating off his body. For the first time, he was finally allowed to love and be loved with no strings attached. No betrayal around the corner, no sacrifices made, and you were more than happy to let him indulge in all of it and all of you.

He gently trailed his lips down your jaw, reaching the dip of your neck and softly kissing it. There was a slight suction noise and an ache where his mouth had been when he came back up to look at you. You snickered as you cupped the back of his head to pull him closer. "Marking your territory? You don't leave much to the imagination, huh?" His cheeks grew pink as he returned to peppering your skin with featherlight kisses, turning your giggles into quiet whines of pleasure. When he hit a sensitive spot, your hips ground against him out of reflex.

He gasped, and you instantly pulled back, mortified at what you'd just done. "I'm so sorry, I just did it out of- We don't have to go there if you don't want to." You stumbled over your words as you clutched your face and turned away, wanting to die from embarrassment.

Vash laughed softly as he raised his hands to pull your fingers away, trying to get you to look at him. "You know, when you said that you wanted to be mine, I was hoping that implied something more than just kissing," Your eyes grew wide, and he grinned at you, delighted with your reaction. He leaned in close again, whispering into your ear. "If you want to heal me, let me take care of you. Seeing you happy is the best medicine I could ever receive, angel."

A whimper left your mouth as he reached down to hook a finger under your shirt, his eyes silently asking for permission. You nodded furiously, and instantly, your shirt was off, with him looking utterly mesmerized by your bare chest. His hands ran up your sides, tracing patterns into your skin as if trying to etch his devotion into you so you would never forget. You were a work of art, and he was the sculptor working tirelessly to carve the patterns of his love on your skin with everything he had.

"God... I don't know what I did to deserve someone as beautiful as you, but I owe them one hell of a thank you."

You blushed as you trailed your hands down his stomach, reaching the hem of his joggers. You tugged at them, needing them off. In your mind, none of this was even happening. It was all an illusion; maybe you had inhaled too much disinfectant fumes. But as he gave you a soft laugh and took your hand, everything solidified for you. Everything you had dreamt of, from the night you first met him on your porch, with that dumb smile of his and pathetic eyes, was real.

He interlaced your fingers with his. "Hey, hey, none of that. You're always the one taking care of me, looking after my injuries. Tonight, I want to be the one who tends to your every need."

He hushed your whines of protest by peppering your chest with kisses, eventually reaching your nipple and tugging on it slightly with his teeth. Your lips released a soft moan as he flicked his tongue around it before sucking. Hands fist at his hair, trying to pull him closer, to get more of him, but he was irritatingly slow. As expected, he always played the flirt even when you could tell he wanted you as badly as you did him. He lays you down on the bed and lets out a hum as he begins to worship every part of you: your arms, chest, stomach, and finally...

You hissed softly as his teeth grazed the lower part of your pelvis, biting the band to your underwear. Vash grinned up at you with that infuriating but endearing smile, well aware of how tired you were of his teasing. Huffing irritably, you swatted his chest. "You know, one would think that if you were that hungry for me, you would've fucked me already." His face suddenly turned into a flustered look of surprise. He wasn't expecting you to be so openly vulgar, and oddly, that aroused him even more. Without wasting another second, he pulled your pants and underwear off. A jolt of electricity flashed through your body as you felt his breath on heat of your sex, with him humming contentedly and spreading your legs. He was a little too enthusiastic, making you wonder if he had ever dreamt about you before this happened.

He dragged a finger along the length of your heat, reveling in the soft hiss you let out. He would've prolonged it to tease you more if he really wanted to, but after restraining himself for so long, he was extremely impatient, and honestly, so were you. Without another moment, he dipped his head to taste you and what a fantastic flavor you were. He was careful to make sure every part of you was shown his complete adoration, that no spot was left untouched. Immediately, you were at his mercy, whining and whimpering as he devoured you like a man starved for weeks. He was so gentle, even in the heat of the moment; with every kiss and lick he placed upon your sex, Vash lovingly caressed your thighs, squeezing them softly to ensure you were comfortable with everything happening. It made your heart melt; despite all the betrayals and pain he's been through, he was doing his best to make up for lost time. And that kind of behavior deserved to be rewarded.

You mustered the strength to sit up and take his face in your hand, making him gaze up at you. He looked, for lack of better words, completely fucked out. His lips were dripping with a mixture of your fluids and his saliva, and his eyes gleamed with a ravenous look that seemed utterly intent on making you his. Stifling another moan, you caress his cheek with your thumb. "I know you said you didn't want me to, but... please. I want to make you happy. That's the only thing I've ever desired," Your other hand trailed down his arm, tracing the curves of his bicep. "Will you let me do that for you?"

There were a few beats of silence as you watched his face contort to one of disappointment and hesitance. He never liked to have himself pleasured in any form. Even in the beginning, when he had first appeared at your doorstep, he looked utterly terrified. His eyes were full of fear, like he was ready to run away at any second. That carried over into the first few weeks of him letting you take care of his wounds. You had to harass him to let you bandage him, and it seemed like he would've been completely okay with just bleeding out instead of bothering you. Of course, as months passed, the two of you grew closer, but maybe he never made a move on you because he was afraid. Afraid of rejection and that the peaceful bubble he had created for himself with you would pop instantly the moment he reciprocated your adoration. You were determined to show him otherwise.

Finally, he slowly nodded, and you breathed a sigh of relief. But before you can stand up, he grips your thigh harder. "I need to tell you something, though. It's about..." He groaned and rolled his eyes in embarrassment, looking away from you. "My body isn't normal. I guess that's expected of someone who isn't human, right? But it's pretty... out there."

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, not really understanding what he meant. His scars weren't a secret. You had seen all of them before, including the ones on his legs. What else could there be that he would be so self-conscious about? Unless it was... wait.

"Vash, do you mean your..." You quickly glanced down to his crotch and back up at him, where a bright red blush was dusting his cheeks. "...It's different?" He nodded quickly as his grip on your leg became painfully tight as if he was scared you would move away from him. You weren't sure what you were expected, but you couldn't say you were surprised. As a PLANT, something was bound to be different with him. You just didn't expect it to be that. Still, it was intriguing.

Curiosity won as you gripped his chin to return his gaze to yours, pressing your forehead against his. His posture softened as you whispered. "Let me see?"

He frowned, hesitant, but let you stand up and lay him down in your place. Your fingers trailed down his stomach as you felt him squirm, clearly anxious. Leaning down, your lips followed the same path as your hand, kissing every spot it touched. You got to his black joggers and immediately sensed something... different. A hand reached out and softly grabbed his bulge, and his hips jerked against you. He definitely wasn't concerned about size, that's for sure. It was almost too big, but amidst your stupor, you felt another buck. But this time, it wasn't from his hips. Startled but trying to keep your composure to not freak Vash out, you looked up. You waited until he gave you a nod of consent, and then you slowly pulled his pants down, wringing out a strained gasp from his lungs.

Different wouldn't be enough of a descriptor for what he had. Beautiful? Exquisite would be more accurate. In the middle were petal-like folds resembling an orchid, marked with bluish-grey glyphs that glowed softly in the dimly lit room. As you traced a finger around the edges, they curved in and out, seemingly responding to your gentle touch. Vash twitched, inhaling sharply as you got to the shaft. Sprouting from the folds was what looked like an elongated rosebud, curving up towards his stomach and tapering at the tip. More patterns decorated the appendage, and ridges along the sides bent in on themselves like hooks to grip onto surfaces. It didn't take a genius to figure out what that was meant for.

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potchi-fics · 1 year ago

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Cold night

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cold night you don't notice how cold it gets, sometimes. you're too warped in your own world that is full of problems; trust me, you have so many problem. but one thing comes into mind when you do notice the change in the temperature. christmas starts tonight.

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you sigh as you step out of the library you were just in, the chilly air swiftly wrapping your entire body.

you have a routine consists of wake up, go to work, clock out, and spend the rest of your free time in a library, though one may see it as a hassle--you think otherwise.

you've been doing that same routine for years, it's been practically imbedded into your being.

but what you don't tell people is what you see when you come out of the library, and that is seeing the person who gives you warmth despite the harsh cold air surrounding you two.

your sight goes down to look at the watch on your wrist when you hear her voice, "y/n!"

"bada.."

now, who is Bada? she's been your best friend since high school. you two were inseparable since then, not drifting apart even when you both were in college. now, she's famous dancer and you're just a simple woman with a simple life-- and frankly, you're okay with that.

she happily skips to you, "how is my favourite person?"

without saying anything, she reaches for your bag and you let her, used to this considering it's what she always do whenever you two were together.

"hmm, i'm a little tired." you laugh out loud, finding her excitement adorable. "you wanna buy some food before going home?"

truth is you like her. so so much, and for years now. you fell for her because just by being near her makes you feel so calm and collected, you fell for her because of how soft she is towards you, you fell for her because of how she gives you the skin of her fried chicken, you fell for her because she sacrifices her sleeping hours just to talk to you when it's late.

you love how she rants about her day sometimes, how her eyes shine so bright when she talks about her passion, how she seems to make the world a better place for you.

you also love how strong she is, how she holds herself up, how she tries her best to overcome what she's facing.

so how did you fall for her? you just did, and you continue falling for her day by day.

but you never had the courage to say your feelings to her, fear of rejection and losing your friendship takes over.

you were walking ahead of Bada, letting the sound of footsteps and comfortable silence take over your bubble.

"y/n," you hear her tired but soothing voice from behind.

you hum out in reply.

"can we eat something spicy?"

you giggle at her tone of voice, like a kid scared of their parents.

"yeah, sure," you tease her, "but you're gonna be paying for it, even my own order."

a playful scoff reaches your ears, making you smile.

you're content with things just like this. even if it means that you can't have her like you desperately want, you're more than okay to be just like this. to be near her, to be around her, to be her friend, you'll take it.

however, you don't see her looking at you with a twinkle in her eyes. a twinkle that only appears when she talks about her passions. you don't see how a soft smile breaks into her face when you get excited because she gives you the skin on her fried chicken, you don't see how her tiredness and exhaustion disappears into thin air when she sees you.

you don't see how madly in love she is with you, and she's gonna change it tonight.

minutes later, you both reach a store and Bada looks at you so fondly, like you're the most precious thing in the world. she feels her airways tighten when she sees you laughing along with the vendor.

moments like these, moments how the world-- her world seems to just revolve around you, moments how the cold wispy air turns warm because you're with her.

when you present the food you bought to her, a smile so big that it looks like it hurts your cheek, a smile so wide that it radiates so much.. warmth and homeliness.

she has, no, scratch that, she needs to say it.

from your perspective, you can't help but grin so big-- the sight of Bada carrying your things, looking at you with that strange look in her eyes, you're both so happy, god. you're so comfortable with her, you just can't help but let your heart beat so fast, you just can't help but blurt it out.

"i'm in love with you."

"i'm in love with you, y/n."

"oh."

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heylorrain · 8 months ago

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Serpent's Eve

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"You do understand that this invitation was extended for your entire family as well, against my wishes, of course. But I felt the urgency to… warn you beforehand."

Ominis and Lorra eagerly make their way to Hogsmeade for a much-needed Butterbeer.

Christmas Eve had transformed the quaint village into a winter wonderland, with snow blanketing the streets and festive lights twinkling from every shop window.

The sweet scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mixing with the festive aromas of pine and cinnamon. As they walk, Gaunt couldn't help but smile at the feeling of Lorrain's fingers brushing against his own, their love radiating like a beacon of light in the snowy daylight.

With their arms tightly wrapped around each other, they strolled through the village. The noise and chaos of the surrounding people buying last minute presents and reuniting with their loved ones faded away as they made their way together through the crowd. It was a feeling unlike any other - being alone but not lonely, perfectly content in each other's company.

The cold winter breeze nipped at their skin, making them hold onto each other tightly for warmth. As they entered The Three Broomsticks, Sirona greeted them a with a cheerful smile and a raised beer jar, the sounds of clinking glasses and laughter filling the cozy pub.

The pair cozied up in their seats, nestled in a corner by the fireplace, basking in the comforting heat and sweet aroma of the freshly poured Butterbeer”. Ominis traced delicate patterns on Lorra's hand with his fingers, his touch as gentle as a feather. Every so often, he would lean in closer to her face, wanting nothing more than to be close to her.

Their smiles spoke volumes as they shared soft whispers and laughs, lost in their own little world within the bustling pub.

As they waited for another round of butterbeer, Ominis leaned in close to Lorra and began to speak softly.

"So Lorra, I’d love to give you your christmas present now, would that be okay?" Ominis spoke with a hint of excitement and nervousness in his voice.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, intricately wrapped box.

Without even waiting for her to answer, he gently placed the box in her hands.

Filled with anticipation, Lorrain eagerly unwrapped the package and was met with the gleam of full silver finger rings, one for each hand. She slid them on and to her amazement, they fit perfectly on the length of her fingers as if they were made for her.

"How did you know my size?" she asked in admiration, turning to Ominis with a grateful smile.

"Darling, I've been holding your hands for quite some time now," he replied with a fond smile. "I'll recognize them in any lifetime. And I know your fingers are sore and in pain... we should check that wand of yours too." His expression turned concerned as he gently touched her hand.

"Yes, I don't know what's wrong. It's like the magic extends to my hands and it's begun to hurt," Lorra confessed, feeling a twinge of embarrassment at having to admit this to Ominis. But he knew her too well, after all. He always seemed to sense when something was bothering her.

He smiled nervously and began to explain the significance of the gift.

"These will prevent your delicate fingers from hurting after dueling and practicing. I made sure they were made with the finest silver and... apparently they're quite common. It's the third time Flamel has created ones like these in the past decade."

"Wait... Flamel? As in Nicolas Flamel? You went and asked one of the most famous alchemists for full finger rings? Gaunt, you're insane!" Lorra exclaimed in disbelief.

She often forgot about the influence and power that the Gaunt family held, not just in politics or society, but also among the legends of their wizarding world.

Despite her shock, she couldn't help but admire the intricate details of her present. The silver rings were delicately engraved with Flutterbys flowers, adding a touch of sentimentalism. And on the back of each full finger ring, there were letters engraved - "Gaunt" on her left hand and "Lorra" on her right.

It was clear that Ominis had put a lot of thought into this gift, and she couldn't deny how beautiful they were either. She ran her fingers over the smooth metal, feeling grateful for having such a caring and thoughtful partner in Ominis.

“Ominis, they’re breathtaking," she whispered.

"Merry Christmas, Meva Lorra. Just a friendly reminder, that I’ll always be there when you need me. " he whispered before giving her a kiss on her nose.

She couldn't help but blush at the endearing nickname he had given her - "meva." According to Ominis, it was an adjective meaning "his" in a dead language. And indeed, she felt like she belonged to him in every way now. His possessive nature only became more evident over time, though not in a toxic way. Instead, it was a protective and loving gesture that made her heart swell with adoration.

After the heat of their previous beverages had cooled down a bit, they enjoyed the rest of their evening visiting random stores, indulging in some quality time at Honeydukes first. Ominis' sense of taste was on full display as he correctly identified the color of each flavor of Bertie Bott given to him.

Ominis couldn't stop bragging about his luck with chocolate frog cards, always getting the coveted Salazar Slytherin.

As Lorra unwrapped her own, a card slipped out and landed on the floor. It was the image of a medieval witch, with piercing green eyes. Lorra's heart raced as she stared at the familiar face, but couldn't quite place it. It was hauntingly familiar, yet unsettling. A single tear escaped her eye when she traced the name with her fingertips, Morgana LeFay.

But Ominis' excited voice broke through her thoughts, reminding her of something he had been wanting to show her for a long time.

She paid no mind to what had just happened and joined Ominis, welcoming his warm embrace as they walked down to their next stop.

At Tomes & Scrolls, Ominis proudly showed off his favorite braille scroll. It taught the reader how to use wand movements and charms to write in braille while dictating their message. Lorra was fascinated by this unique form of magic and asked Ominis to demonstrate it. How he had adapted to the world was a mystery to her, and yet, she was undoubtedly proud of him for it.

After exploring a bit more, they found a cozy bench near a small pumpkin patch. They sat enjoying the warm sun on their faces, cats seemed to appear out of nowhere, making their way onto Ominis' lap, purring contentedly. He smiled and gently stroked their fur as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

An old wizard, who happened to be passing by, took a picture of the two young lovers surrounded by cats, a rather abnormal situation. He clicked his camera’s button, freezing that moment in a beautiful photograph. Ominis kept the highly texturized photograph in his winter coat pocket, near his heart.

As the sky was painted in hues of deep purple and navy blue, signaling the arrival of nightfall, they made their way back to the Castle, guided by the flickering stars that began to appear.

They walked along the snowy road crossing paths with Thomas Simmon. His tall figure stood out against the fading light, and his sharp features were highlighted by the glow of the moon and snowflakes. They exchanged casual greetings and engaged in superficial small talk, but Lorra could sense his gaze lingering on her hand clasped tightly in Ominis' arm. A mischievous half smile played on Thomas’ lips as he extended an elegant golden envelope to the couple.

"I would be delighted if you could join me at my Manor for a celebration in honor of the New Year. My mother is quite enthusiastic about it," he said, his tone laced with charm and sincerity. Turning towards Ominis, he added with a sly wink, "And Gaunt, I would like to have a word with you, in private if possible?."

The men stepped away from Lorra, creating enough distance for her not to hear their conversation. She watched as Thomas' expression turned serious, his words weighted with importance.

"You do understand that this invitation was extended for your entire family as well, against my wishes. But I felt the urgency to… warn you beforehand." Thomas's worry for the couple was genuine. He had never been fond of Ominis, but he cared deeply for their mutual friend. The memory of what had happened in the Slytherin Common Room still lingered in his mind.

Ominis nodded, his expression serious. "Crystal clear. And thank you for bringing this to my attention, Thomas." With a heavy sigh, Ominis went back to Lorrain who was carefully examining the invitation.

"Well, we have our work cut out for us," Lorrain said to them. She looked up at Thomas and offered him a small smile. "Thank you again for the invitation!."

"No problem at all," Thomas replied, waving as he made his way down the path. "Merry Christmas, my friends."

The atmosphere on their way back to Hogwarts was tense and silent. Ominis' mind raced with all the possible disastrous outcomes if his family, especially his father, saw them arriving together as a couple.

Mr. Gaunt was a man to be avoided at all costs, with his imposing presence and cold demeanor. His pale skin seemed to give off an unnatural glow, his figure thin and refined in the most aristocratic way. But it wasn't just his appearance that made people uneasy around him - it was the way he carried himself, as if he were above everyone else. He meticulously kept track of his children's friends and classmates, making sure they met his standards for blood purity. Ominis was certain that his father had already discovered Lorrain's existence, especially after their incident with his brother Marvolo after the Yule Ball. The thought sent shivers down her spine, knowing Lorra could be on his father’s radar and the consequences could be severe. His father would not hesitate to use dark spells - or whatever curse came to his mind first, for any matter- Imperio? Crucio? Avad-...? The mere thought stung his brain to the point of giving him a headache.

He tried to push these dark thoughts away, but they continued to haunt him as they entered the castle gates. Matilda Weasley, their Professor, stood waiting for them in the North Exit courtyard.

"Ahhh, Mrs. Morgana, please join me for a moment," she directed Lorra to an open space at the feet of the grand fountain."I believe Mr. Sallow is currently in the library, Mr. Gaunt," the witch stated in a firm tone "If you would be so kind as to join him and make sure he doesn't venture into the restricted section, again."

"Of course, Professor," Gaunt replied obediently, giving Lorra a forced smile. Before departing, he gallantly draped his coat around Lorra's shoulders, shielding her from the snowflakes and winter wind.

Matilda made a hand movement, indicating the girl to join her by her side as she continued talking. As the red light from the tip of the blonde's wand faded behind the grand doors, The Professor began to speak:

"Lorra, there is something I must discuss with you. It may be difficult to hear and understand at first." Her eyes sparkled with a maternal warmth that could soothe even the most agitated hippogriff.

"Of course, Professor. I'm all ears," Lorra replied nervously.

"Are you familiar with the term 'Mudblood'?" Matilda asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, professor. It's an insult purebloods use to refer to those of us with non-magical parents" Lorra answered, unsure of where this conversation was going.

"It's a cruel thing to say to anyone truly, but what I want to know is… You just said “US”...are you certain your parents were non-magical? Muggles. " The professor's voice grew more intense as she searched for something beyond just Lorra's blood status.

“Yes, professor." Lorra's voice held a hint of frustration. She trusted her professor, but this conversation felt mundane and unnecessary to her, and a bit unsettling, weird, random?.

"My parents died when I was a child, they were victims of a burglar who had broken into our home. I have very little knowledge of them or my life before my early childhood, but my aunt took me in. She and I shared being the only witches in our family. She saved me from being abandoned. But other than that, I’m afraid I cannot recall anything else…" Lorra had already told Professor Weasley this, the first day she transferred to Hogwarts. Why did she want to hear it, again?

"I'm sorry to hear about your loss," the professor said sympathetically. The same words she used the first time she heard them. Her brow furrowed in concern as she asked "You mentioned you don't remember anything from before your early childhood?"

"That's correct, professor." Lorra repeated, as if she was in an unwanted interview.

"What was your aunt’s full name again? Lorrain?" The professor's expression shifted to one of fear as she waited for Lorra's answer.

“Her name was Geneva Morgana… Wait-” her mind shifted for a bit, clicking what Professor Weasley said earlier. Wasn’t Sebastian back at Feldcroft with his family?

Emerging from behind the thick bushes and stepping through the imposing gates of the castle, a group of stern aurors suddenly surrounded them. Their wands were raised, poised for action, with determined grips on their handles.

Lorra's heart began to race as she watched the scene unfold before her. Professor Weasley, ever the calm presence, took her hand in her gentle grasp and reassured her that it was all just standard security protocol.

But there was nothing tranquil or normal about being surrounded by armed officials at night. Lorra's mind raced with questions and fear as she tried to process what was happening.

Two familiar figures burst out of the castle doors. They ran towards the turmoil, only to stop short when they encountered the ring of aurors surrounding the witches.

"What is the meaning of this?" Sebastian's booming voice echoed through the courtyard, his anger palpable as he yelled out. Ominis stood nearby, disbelief etched on his face as he pointed his wand in front of him to sense the chaos unfolding.

"Do not intervene," Arthur Sallow, the head auror in charge, bellowed with fury at his cousin and his friend. He stepped in front of them, putting his arm up to block their path.

Sebastian could feel his blood boiling as he continued to argue with his cousin. "First you refuse to help Anne, and now this? Are you fu-” His words were cut off as Arthur slapped him across the face, silencing him.

"That is not necessary, Mr. Sallow your family matters should be kept at home, not at the job!" Matilda Weasley scolded. "Please, you too Mr. Gaunt, do not intervene, this situation has gone beyond our hands." She then turned to block Ominis's path as well.

Lorra's heart raced as she struggled to make sense of the chaos surrounding her. Her mind felt like it was about to burst, pounding against her skull with such intensity that she feared it might actually explode. A sudden rush of adrenaline spiked through her veins, causing her fingertips to tingle and burn like they had been dipped in boiling water. The sensation spread, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin until they almost hurt her pores.

Before she could fully comprehend what was happening Arthur Sallow began to recite her rights "Miss Lorrain Morgana, you are under arrest for the murder of Lady Igraine and Lord Gorlois, the Ministry of Mag..." But Lorra couldn't hear the rest. In a blur of motion, without warning or permission, Arthur grabbed Lorra's arm and they both disappeared in a flash of bright light. The rest of the Aurors quickly followed suit, leaving behind only confusion and bewilderment in their wake.

A thick, suffocating silence descended upon the stunned group of Slytherins as they processed what had just transpired.

“Professor Weasley, where have they taken her? This is outrageous! What is the meaning of this?”

“Allegedly killed who? This is absurd. How could this even be happening?”

Ominis and Sebastian began to shout simultaneously, their voices overlapping as they demanded answers from their Professor who stood before them with a heavy heart.

She turned away, unable to meet their accusing gazes as she confessed:

"She has been taken to the Ministry of Magic for a possible trial."

"A TRIAL?!" they both exclaimed incredulously. "For the supposed killing of who?!" The blind gaze of Ominis locked onto his sub director's face.

Matilda Weasley sighed as she responded to him. “Her parents.”

Notes 👉🥳FINALLY! 👉Say hello to Arthur Sallow, Uncle Solomon's son 😈 Serving anime villain face pose.

#hogwarts legacy #artists on tumblr #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy fanart #harry potter #ominis gaunt #slytherin #sebastian sallow #Arthur sallow #ominis gaunt fanfiction #ominis gaunt fanart #hogwarts legacy mc #lorrain morgana #omrra #art #digital art #digital illustration

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sukiwrites · 1 year ago

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Love's Symphony

Jason Todd x gn!reader

Tags: Angst

Jason had been away, on a mission, and the hours without his voice, his laughter, his touch, had stretched on endlessly. He had spent the entire day out on patrol, trying to keep the streets safe from the ever-present criminal element that plagued the city. He knew the job was never easy, but it had been particularly grueling today.

But now, finally, the moment you had been waiting for was here. Jason was back. You practically leapt off the couch when you heard the familiar sound of his motorcycle pulling into the driveway. You raced to the door, your heart pounding so loudly that you thought it might burst from your chest. As soon as the door swung open, there he was, standing in all his brooding glory, his dark eyes locking onto yours.

Entering the dimly lit hideout, Jason kicked off his boots and tossed his helmet onto a nearby table. He rubbed his temples, feeling a dull ache starting to form in his head. Just as he was about to retreat to his room for some much-needed rest, he heard a voice echoing through the quiet space. Your lips stretched into a wide grin, and without thinking, you lunged at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug.

"Jaybird!" The voice was enthusiastic and filled with an energy that Jason found almost overwhelming.

"Hey, you're back!" you exclaimed, a grin spreading across your face as you closed the distance between you and Jason.

He couldn't help but feel a small smile tug at the corner of his lips in response to your infectious energy. It had been a long day, and seeing you so happy to see him was a welcome sight. However, as you continued to chatter excitedly about your day, he felt a subtle throbbing in his head intensify.

He stiffened in your arms, and you pulled back slightly, noticing the storm clouds gathering in his eyes. His jaw clenched, and you could see the tension radiating off him.

"Hey, could you calm down," he said in a low, gravelly voice, prying your arms from around his neck. "You're acting like a damn hurricane."

You paused mid-sentence, the excitement in your eyes dimming slightly as you processed his words. The smile that had been so vibrant moments ago faltered, and you took a step back, suddenly self-conscious. You blinked, taken aback by his sudden coldness. "What?"

"You're being too loud and you're giving me a headache." he muttered, pushing past you and into the living room.

"Oh, uh, sorry," you mumbled, your enthusiasm now replaced with uncertainty.

You stared after him, hurt and confusion warring within you. You had anticipated this joyful reunion, the two of you wrapped up in each other's arms, but instead, his words hung in the air like a heavy fog. You had missed him all day, every second of it, and now that he was back, he was telling you to calm down? You felt like you had been slapped in the face.

For the rest of the evening, you tried your best to contain your exuberance, to dim the light that had been burning so brightly inside you. You spoke in hushed tones, moved with measured steps, and kept your laughter in check. Every fiber of your being ached to be near him, to touch him, but you held yourself back, convinced that this was what he wanted.

The days that followed were a monotonous blur. you moved through them like a shadow, your heart heavy with the weight of his words. You were consumed by a quiet sadness, an ache that gnawed at you day and night. You missed the way we used to be, the way he would wrap you in his arms and tell you that your happiness was his priority. But now, you felt like a nuisance, a burden that he couldn't wait to be rid of.

One evening, as you sat on the couch, lost in your thoughts, Jason walked in. He looked at you with his brow furrowed.

"Hey," he began, his voice gentle this time.

You turned to look at him, your eyes still carrying a touch of sadness.

"Hi" you replied to him trying to keep a straight face.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer than before.

You stare at nothing as you answer the question. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You've been very quiet all week. You're not yourself. You used to be… well, you used to be energetic, and now you're like a shadow," he said, his gaze searching yours.

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly tight. "You told me to calm down, and that I was being loud."

"I'm sorry for snapping at you," Jason said sincerely. "I know you were just excited to see me, But I needed a moment to adjust after being on that mission. I wasn't prepared to interact with you, but that doesn't mean I wanted you to disappear."

You sighed, your gaze dropping to your hands in your lap.

You felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. You had misunderstood him, taken his words to heart in the worst possible way. "I just... I didn't want to bother you," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "maybe I was being too much for you."

Jason reached out and gently tilted your chin up, making you meet his eyes.

"You're never too much for me," he said softly. "I appreciate your energy and enthusiasm. It's just... I was having a rough day, and I didn't handle it well. I didn't mean to make you feel like you had to change who you are."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and a hint of your usual spark returned to your eyes.

"You're forgiven," you said, giving him a playful nudge as you pout and say "But next time, maybe just tell me you're having a bad day instead of being mean, okay?"

Jason chuckled, relieved to see your spirit returning. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close.

"Deal," he replied. "Now, let's enjoy this sunset together."

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glystenangel · 2 years ago

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Hiiii i saw that your requests were open do u think you could write a fic about Gojo just like being the overall best boyfriend to the reader whos on her period, i guess i just need the comfort rn:)

Here for You

Gojo x Afab!Reader (Canon Universe)

tags/warnings: none, 100% fluff, bf/gf status, loveeee, period comfort, acts of service & words of affy, cuddling

summary: you're on ur period and gojo can't leave you alone

~1k words

thanks for requesting and enjoy<333

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Gojo stopped asking you what you needed a long time ago.

Now, he knows the exact answer, and he loves providing it.

“Feeling better?” Strands of white soften the bright azure of his eyes as he leans down.

You haven’t taken your gaze away from him since he began massaging your hands, sighing whenever he paused to soothe an unpreoccupied hand down your side.

“Yes.”

A small smile folds up the corner of his lips, but it’s the pleased look in his eyes that makes your heartbeat fasten.

“Good.” He says, kissing between your knuckles.

You don’t think you could ever bring yourself to stop loving him, he was too gentle with you. Almost as if he would break without you, so he had to be extra careful to not break you either. Being on your period meant your boyfriend’s natural inclination only increased tenfold.

“Can we go out to eat? I think I can get out of bed now.” You place a hand on his cheek, gesturing at your curled up position in bed with the other.

The large palm of Gojo’s hand cradles yours against his cheek, he leans into the touch with a thoughtful hum, and you can feel it travel down your wrist.

“I don’t think so.” He finally says, an amused yet firm tone filling his cadence.

You roll your eyes, recognizing the protective stance of his shoulders.

“I’m hungry.”

“Then tell me what you want to eat.” He clasps your hand more tightly to convince you, “I’ll go get it.”

Every word he says seems as though it was made to convince you that you are loved.

“Maybe my favorite?” You hesitantly mumble, running your thumb along the pale curve of his cheek.

“Done. Don’t move.” Gojo warns before getting up, keeping your hand in his as he rises to his feet from where he was sitting by you.

“I won’t.” You swing your still attached hands between you two and quietly add, “You would know anyway.”

You had tried to get up and brush your teeth by yourself this morning, and the moment he sensed that you were caught. Gojo lectured you the whole time he had carried you to the bathroom before setting you down and brushing your teeth for you.

The chuckle he lets out tells you that he remembers the entire, recent affair himself, “Okay, I’ll be right back. Text me if you want anything else, okay?”

Looking up at his tall figure, you run your eyes over every sculpted dip of his lips, his collarbones, and chin. Any movement he makes radiates grace and strength, but his actions were more kind around you. Sure, he was handsome and powerful, but he never made you feel like you were beneath him. Often, he told you that he looks up to you. That you keep him strong. Just thinking about how he adores you as much as you adore him makes your chest swell.

A beam adorns your face, the pain in your lower abdomen a distant background to the beat of your heart, “I love you.”

The reply is immediate and sincere, “I love you too.”

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As soon as Gojo returns and you both finish indulging in your favorite guilty pleasure meal, he decides that it’s time for cuddles.

You hate to admit it, but Gojo is the absolute best at cuddling.

Maybe it had to do with the massive size of his hands, or the way he would let his breath tickle your neck as he draped himself over you.

“I hate to see you like this.” He murmurs, chin cupped by your shoulder and his fingertips roaming along your waist.

“Me too. It’s gross, right?” You joke, laughing as much as your knotted insides will allow.

It ends up turning into a wince.

A displeased grumble escapes Gojo, and you feel your boyfriend’s chest press nearer to your back after he tightens his careful hold on you.

“You don’t have to pretend for my sake.” The words are subdued, and you feel his cheek brush against yours.

At that, you turn to face him, despite his tsks that you shouldn’t move if you’re in pain.

You ignore the protests, reaching for the side of his jaw with a tenderness you only reserved for each other, “You don’t have to either. Ever.”

He visually melts. The arch of his eyebrows relax, and he swallows, speechlessness occupying what minimal space rests between the two of you. The aquamarine shine of his eyes is full of an emotion you can name but don’t always have to put into words.

“When did you get so sweet? Hm?” Gojo rouses himself out of his brief stupor, pulling you in by your waist and lips curling into a teasing smirk.

“I’ve always been this sweet.” You cradle his face in your hands, earnestly smiling back at him.

“You’re right.” He easily admits, broadening his grin.

You tuck your face into his chest, sighing with more dissatisfaction than you actually felt.

“I’m tired.”

Gojo holds you in his embrace, his breathing even and steady, “You’ll be okay.”

You prop your chin up to look at him, “You think so?”

He kisses a spot by your temple and it feels like a streak of sun just warmed the skin there, “I know so. Remember, when you’re tired-”

“I have you.” You faintly interrupt, his subsequent laughter making his chest shake with the light sound.

“And when I’m tired?” He raises your chin again, flitting his vision all over your happy face.

It’s not a test, more of an encouraging prompt. A promise you have been sharing since you started dating.

“You have me.” You finish, and he settles your face into the nape of his neck.

That’s right, I’m here for you. I love you. The small gesture says, and you close your eyes, listening to that sweet reassurance until you fall asleep.

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pretttyy short but I hope u like :)

also i know this is late so sorry if i missed the timing!!

#have a thing for holding gojo's face lol #myfics #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo jjk #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #jjk gojo #jjk fluff #gojo oneshot #gojo fanfic #gojo scenario #satoru gojō x reader #jjk oneshot #gojo

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hearts-hunger · 2 years ago

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Had an awful night at work I just wanna crawl into bed to find jake cuddling my two cats fast asleep taking up the whole bed but I wouldn’t care id just love seeing my boys, nudging him awake so I can squeeze in. He just radiates cat dad energy and I want him to be my cats dad because I’m a fucking little weirdo like that

you barely registered the motions it took for you to get out of the car, into the house, and shed all the trappings of a long, hard day at work. you dropped your bag unceremoniously on the floor and kicked off your shoes, stripping out of your work clothes and giving them a haphazard toss in the general direction of the laundry basket. jake would probably give you a little scolding for leaving a trail of things from the front door to the bedroom, but you couldn't find it in you to mind just then.

in fact, you'd never been more relieved to see your boyfriend in all your life as you came into the dark bedroom and saw him in your warm, inviting bed. your two cats were there too, cuddled up with him, somehow taking up the entire queen bed between the three of them. jake had warned you when you first started dating that he wasn't exactly an animal person, but you'd soon found that out to be categorically untrue; jake had taken to your little guys as soon as he'd met them, babying them and giving them little nicknames. for their part, your cats had been happy to have him, purring and nudging against him every time he was around.

you climbed into bed and curled close to jake, wrapping an arm around his middle, breathing deeply of his comforting scent. he moved close to you in sleep, displacing one of your cats who gave a disgruntled chuff before padding over jake's pillow to his other side. jake's face scrunched a little when tiny paws stepped on his hair.

“what're you doing?” he mumbled to your cat. “settle down.”

he got a soft meow in response and gave a sleepy sigh. “oh, well, in that case.”

he turned to his side to get closer to you. “hi, honey,” he said gently, still half-asleep. “you're riling up the babies.”

“sorry,” you said. you buried your face in his chest. “i didn't mean to wake you.”

“hey, it's okay,” jake said. he rubbed his hand over your back. “what's wrong? how was work?”

you shook your head. “horrible.”

jake sighed. “i'm sorry, sweetheart. i'm glad you're home.”

“me too.” you felt a little guilty then. “i left kind of a mess when i came in. there's shoes and clothes everywhere.”

he shrugged. “i'll take care of it in the morning. don't worry about it.”

“thank you,” you said, sheepish and grateful.

“of course, my love. can i do anything to help right now? you hungry? you want me to get a shower running for you?”

he was a little more awake now, and when your other cat came to say hello and walked over jake's torso to get to you, jake stroked a hand over his back in greeting.

“no, thank you,” you said. “i just want to be here with you guys.”

“works for me, sweetheart.” he gave the cat's head a gentle scratch. “they didn't like you being gone when we went to bed. took me forever to get them to settle.”

“aw, bubby,” you said with a long stroke of soft fur that earned you a happy head-butt against your hand. “were you driving daddy crazy?”

jake chuckled as your other cat came over, stepping on his hair again. “between the three of you, it's a wonder i get any sleep at all.”

you gave jake a kiss. “yeah, but you love it.”

he smiled. “you're right. i do.”

he made sure the covers were snugly pulled up around you, doing a little finagling to get you and the cats comfortable before he fit himself in whatever space was left. then, before all four of you drifted off to sleep, he gave your forehead a gentle kiss.

“i love you,” he said.

you gave a sleepy, contented sigh. “i love you too.”

#i'm sorry i didn't see this last night!! i hope today has been better for you my dear <33 #also yes SO true about cat dad jake. very real and true.#jake kiszka x reader #maddie writes stuff!#maddie talks to friends!

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saltpepperbeard · 1 year ago

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hi lets show some love for our mutuals. tag your favorite mutuals and tell them why you love them

Oh, anon <3. I so very love that you're spreading this loveliness around, because I ALSO love talking about dear mutuals so LET'S GOOOOO:

@ella-doe - My WIFEY <3. Arguably the #1 Stiddies Fan, and ASSUREDLY the #1 Daddy Jenki-(GETS SHOT). Talking to her is always such a delight; she's so lovely and supportive. Started from the bottom (occasionally screaming over something in DM's), now we're here <3 (married like 4 or 5 times over at this point idk).

@blakbonnet - MY PARTNER IN CLOWN CRIMES 🤡. Any time ANYTHING clown-specific occurs, Meow is like the first person I think of hsdjksds. And I think the feeling is mutual; we both have matching rainbow wigs at this point 🤡🤡🤡. Can't wait to start the clownery right back up after season 2 airs lmao like ALRIGHT, SEASON 3 TRAILER???? 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

@dickfuckk - Josh and I were having a time and a half when some footage of Taika in his S2 Ed getup dropped lmao. Like we Saw God for a split second there. So he understands me on like a fundamental and deep level. He ALSO has saved my life numerous times when it comes to panels, or any other sort of cast/crew-related video. Had it not been for his sacrifices and battles against Pop[redacted] lmao, I would've missed MANY a panel.

@bizarrelittlemew - Talented beyond belief, like holy SHIT. Makes immaculate gif sets (DJenks even reblogged one so like, 🎵can I make it anymore obvviousss🎵), and is also an INSANE writer. Need y'all to know that Keep Your 'Lectric Eye On Me, Babe is in my regular rotation, but I'm just always so SO astounded by everything she makes.

@snake-snack-stede - Regularly makes me laugh OUT LOUD with her memes and commentary. Like, if ever I come across a post with her name on it, I know there's like a 100000000% chance it will make me release some sort of "bAHAAAAA." The wheezes I've whoozed,,, So, she's always very much a welcome presence on my dash.

@sherlockig - If EVER you need a good screen grab/edit of OFMD, Alexz is 10000% your best bet. Has probably captured and edited every inch of the show, which is perfect for the times where you want to see a specific moment and cry/throw up/pass out over it being so wonderfully frozen.

@stedebonnets - The sweetest, loveliest darling of a human being I ever did know. Is always SO wonderfully supportive, and just radiates warmth and niceties. Also makes IMMACULATE gifs; inspired me to turn up the Coloring Heat on a lot of my own, really! And I also just learned that the first OFMD thing I ever reblogged was actually one of her sets, so she's VERY IMPORTANT TO ME SHDJKLS <3

@xoxoemynn - Speaking of understanding me on a deep and fundamental level lmao, EM UNDERSTANDS ME ON A DEEP AND FUNDAMENTAL LEVEL SHDKJS. We keep cracking each other up because like, we'll share the most random opinion ever, only for us to realize we align EXACTLY. she makes me feel Seen, okay. she makes me feel UNDERSTOOD SHDJKSL. Also, her writing is so so lovely, and her presence is even lovelier <3

@forpiratereasons - Produces some of my favorite writing in the entire fandom. I am so SO fond of so many of her stories, and regularly re-visit a lot of them. Insane to me that we regularly cross paths now, because I remember seeing her works before I was officially in the fandom. AND NOW SHE REBLOGS MY SETS??? AND I CAN ALSO SCREAM DIRECTLY @ HER???? #BLESSED HSDJKLS

@not-nervous-jester - And SPEAKING of favorite writing, darling Jams wrote one of my favorites aka Somewhere in the Water. YES, I bring this up a lot, but LISTEN LMAO, I NEED THEM TO KNOW 🔪. I NEED THEM TO UNDERSTAND HOW LOVELY IT IS/THEY ARE 🔪🔪❤️❤️ HSKDJS. And aside from their lovely writing, they also Hear Me Out and hype up my silly goofy screaming fits, which is ALWAYS appreciated <3

@skysofrey - AN ABSOLUTE RAY OF SUNSHINE. I see those 💛💛💛 in the tags or on a post, and just immediately feel so much sunnier myself. Just so so sweet and lovely, and just like Jams, ALSO furthers my hollering/analysis/breakdowns PFFFF. A Hypeman (gn) for the Screams™

@crueley - Yet another person who just Gets my Taika breakdowns, and has also been the DIRECT CAUSE OF MANY SHDKLSKD. Like sometimes I'll just wander into their gif tag, and lol oh no BOOM I've suddenly spiraled down into the abyss. But I can't even be mad about it because we bonded over Mostin Posts, and have been crashing downwards ever since <3 PFFF

@awkward-fallen-angel - Extremely fond of Heather, because he was one of the first people to ever try and talk to me when I first got into the fandom! It's always very daunting wandering into a fandom space, especially after the fact/after things have already dropped. So, she made me feel welcomed/included, and allowed me to find my footing a bit faster as a result. And even though he's busier with life, I still always think about her! Like, that one picture from last October-ish where it was all the spooky mutuals around the cafeteria table? STILL THE MOOD <3

@blackbeardskneebrace - Miles' art drives me bonkers bananas in the best way possible. They always capture the likeness of the characters SO freaking well, and have posted so many creative pieces that my mind gets boggled on the regular. Also, my go-to for FORGS,,, I really love froggies as well, so seeing Little Guys and subsequent facts about them on my dash is SUCH a delight.

@darkinerry - Regularly decks me upside the head with Taika footage I've never seen before, and I cannot express how happy that makes me LMAO. Like, I'll just be minding my business, and suddenly I'll be steaming in a Jodi-shaped crater in the ground because a Taika Gym Set or something equivalent from Marlena has slammed my sorry self through sheets of bedrock idk </3.

@adickaboutspoons - Writes the most poetic, and I mean, THE most poetic tags. I regularly get exposed to just lovely MASTERPIECES of thoughts, and it's like reading a beautiful fanfiction at the bottom of a gif set. Also, regularly backs Stede up, which is always appreciated because I'm holding him so tenderly in my hands at all times. So she GETS IT <3

@aha-my-villainous-thoughts - Creates some of the most striking art EVER. I've said this before, and I'll say it again; the usage of COLOR knocks my socks clean-off. like lol they're gone where did they go idk i am SOCKLESS OVER SUCH LUMINESCENCE. Every piece seems to GLOW, and it's just an absolute marvel to stumble across each and every time. I'm just in a constant state of being blown away, and LOSING MY SOCKS SHDJKLS <3

#Answered #Anons #OFMD #GASPS FOR AIR #worth it lmao #I will forever write essays on the kind and talented souls around here #It just makes me so so happy to be here #And makes me so so happy to be here with so many LOVELY people

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