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"Broken" is the song for the sibling that fucks up their relationship with their siblings and family.
#i should know#tis I who fucked up the relationship with me and my family#not completely#but for 48 hours i truly believed i ruined everything#and nothing was going to be the same#i was so scared#just thinking about it makes me cry#vent#gorillaz#plastic beach
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Worried that eventually I'm gonna get so stupid lonely and touchstarved that I'm gonna end up posting a sad personals ad on Fetlife or something ughhh đŤ
#and immediately regret it of course#lonely touchstarved idiot brain#i used to fuck so much out of desperation to prove to myself that I was desirable#but it just made me feel worse to know that I ultimately had no value beyond being a wet hole to those hookups#feeling pathetic because I'm in love with someone who doesn't feel the same and probably never will so how do I get beyond that?#i am so tied of being alone and unloved and it feels like I am completely unlovable in a romantic context#which is maddening because it also feels like it's financially impossible to build a real life without a partner#so I'm just here unloved unfucked and unfulfilled with no hope of ever having a stable life#no family for me to lean on and all of my friends are in solid relationships of their own and happily building lives together#so how long until i give up and just go back to taking whatever scraps of physical contact I can get to feel something?#kinda hope I get hit by a bus before I get to that point honestly
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â WHAT HAPPENS WHEN TWO YAKUZA HEIRS ARE FIGHTING OVER WHO GETS TO MARRY YOU ?? â
⧠pairing: yakuza!satoru gojo x f!reader x yakuza!suguru geto
⧠summary: you had no patience for the yakuza lifestyle your grandfather had -- you wanted to live a normal life, but when it leaks that your grandfather is in talks to have you engaged to one of two yakuza heirs -- you realize you're in deeper than you thought -- especially when they both fall in love with you.
⧠warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, fluff, inspired / dialogue / scene concepts taken from the manga âyakuza fiance,â (which the fic is named after), reader's age is ambiguous, but all are 20s+, violence (as expected from mafia / yakuza stories), blood, stsg have tattoos, implied satosugu (just a passing mention of dating briefly), stsg have sadomasochistic tendencies, a little ooc, switch! gojo (very sub gojo), switch! geto, oral (f + m), deepthroating, handjob (m), fingering (f! receiving), double penetration, sex (p in v), creampie, poly relationship implied ending,
⧠wc: 18,476
âI donât want to marry either of you,âÂ
And your statement is met with confused stares â and normally stares like this wouldnât be terrifying to the average person, but these were not average men you were dealing with.Â
Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto were anything but average â in many ways.Â
Both were incredibly handsome â Satoru was blessed with a piercing blue gaze of the heavens and snow white locks that could stun any person into silence, and Suguru was no slouch either â with long inky black locks tied into a neat bun and his sharp features and his almost all too alluring smile â the two of them looked like they belonged to a modeling agency. Both were also brilliant, attending one of the best high schools in Tokyo, before going to the best university, leading in their respective specialities (Satoru studying physics, while Suguru chose literature).Â
And, the two were both the heirs to two of the most dangerous Yakuza families in all of Japan.Â
But right now, they are your biggest problems, personified.Â
Their families were both vying for your hand in marriage â thanks to your meddling grandfather who shipped you off to Tokyo to get a would-be Yakuza husband â your yakuza family hoping to broker peace after decades upon decades of fighting with one of the other two biggest yakuza families around â the Gojo and Geto families respectively.Â
âExcuse me?â Suguru speaks first, a single eyebrow raised, arms crossed over his crisp white button up.Â
âIâm not here for this yakuza bullshit. Iâm trying to live my own life â and Iâm not in the mood to get swept along in my grandfatherâs wishes for me to get married,â your hand is in your bag, fingers curled around your collapsible metal pole, âand I donât care to know either of you, I donât really care to stick around you â especially because all its earned me is the disdain of all the other students who have crushes on you â so how about we simply tolerate each other for this year?âÂ
Satoru whistles, âhow disappointing,â his eyes raking over you from head to toe, âyouâre worse than your reputation â we heard you were a stuck-up, spoiled rich girl that would do anything to get her way, but turns out youâre just normal,â he sticks out his tongue and makes a gagging noise, âhow boring,âÂ
âTruly tiresome,â Suguru hums, his bangs falling in his dark gaze, âI was looking forward to a woman who could match up to us â maybe fuck me up, punish me, and strip away my dignity â type of girl whoâd ruin my life, do you understand?âÂ
You stare at him, lips parted, brow furrowed, âWhat?âÂ
âIn other words, we were hoping you were much more interesting than you were â as you are now, youâre just useless,â Satoru sighs dramatically, his pink lips curled in a smile, âbor-inggggg,âÂ
âYou might as well go back to Osaka, or wherever it was you came from,â Suguru shrugs, hands in his pockets, as he pulls a cigarette and a lighter, âyou could stay, but as it stands, you would be better off back home â maybe it would even start a war â that could be fun, Satoru,â he remarks, his grin growing more sinister by the minute, as he places the cigarette between his lips, and lighting it.Â
âLetâs actually not be so hasty, Suguru. She could have some use,â he holds out his fingers to frame you between them, âcould be worth something if we have her work at one of our families clubs â selling her body. She could make some use for us,â he says cruelly, âOtherwise, go back home, and let them know weâre the ones not interested in you,â he says, brushing past you along with Suguru.Â
And you couldnât decide which one of their smiles were the most bone chilling â and why you couldnât quite find your voice in that moment. And you didnât â not until you finally reached home, your phone ringing.Â
âHowâs it going, dear granddaughter?â you could hear the grin of the old coot even over the phone â and how could you tell him you wanted to go home now? You had hoped to go there to give two rejections â not earn two of your own. You hoped to stick out the year before leaving this place behind, if only to appease your grandfather.Â
âIâm fine, but I thinkâŚI think Iâm homesick,â you sit on the edge of your bed, hunched over, hand holding your head up, propped against your knee.Â
âWhyâs that? Did something happen?âÂ
âNothing, I justââÂ
âYouâre not coming back home,â and your hopes fall, âone year, you have to stay one year no matter what. Donât care if you have to fight with every bone in your body and fiber of your being â last a year,âÂ
âBut whyââÂ
âMake those boys fall for you, and then break their hearts, heh â your grandfather is a heartbreaker and I know you can do the same,â and you know his lips are curled in a smile not too dissimilar to the two men you met today, âdonât forget where you come from â and what youâre worth,â and he cuts the line, as you stare at your phone, before tossing it away and lying back.Â
Well, you know what you had to do.Â
~~~
âMorning,â you know whereâd they be â the only free period they had together that they spent in the dining hall with their entourage â including some girls who had been harassing you about how you knew the pair â ones you had suspected in fucking with your locker, smearing mud all over your shoes. A small retaliation for capturing their precious crushesâ attention.
The two heirs only stare for a moment â it had been two weeks since they had seen you, âthought I had gone home?âÂ
âSurprised you didnât,â Suguru remarks, utterly disinterested from the look in his eyes, despite the smile plastered on his lips, âguess I lost the bet, Satoru,âÂ
You raise an eyebrow at Satoru, âyou thought Iâd stay?âÂ
âThought you'd stay to take me up on my offer to sell your body,â he holds out his hand as Suguru slaps a stack of bills in his palm, âdid you?âÂ
âI did actually,â your lips curl, as their gazes slide to one another, before you drop a bag on their table, âone kidney, 5,000,000 yen,â and you take delight in the smiles that slide off their expressions, as they stare at you, Satoru looking over the lip of the bag before you knocked it over and let the stacks of money spill over the table, âit took two weeks since it took a while to arrange and recover, but it was well worth it,âÂ
The pair only can stare â expression unreadable and words seemingly stolen from their mouths, as you only smiled down at them, your gaze digging into their faces like daggers.
Suguruâs eyebrows knit together, âHow did youââÂ
âFriend of a friend,â you shrug, âIâll have to be on a low sodium diet and probably do blood work a little more frequently but you were right about one thing â I was being weak,â you lift up your shirt to show the bandage on your side, their eyes wide, as they can only stare, âI wonât be making that mistake again,âÂ
And you place your foot up on their table, leaning in, as the mask slips from your face, and your anger surges forth, âlisten here, you masochistic fuckers, Iâm not scared of either one of you. I donât care if I have to crawl home choking on my own blood, Iâll be sure youâre choking on each otherâs as I drag you both to hell. Iâm staying here, whether either of you like it or not,âÂ
âYou canât talk to them like thatââ one of the girls pipes up, her lips twisted in a frown.Â
âI can talk to them however I want - do you know who I am? I come from a family just like thereâs but we actually know how to cover up our crimes,â you chuckle, head tilting, âdo you know how easy itâd be to get rid of you two?â Your gaze slides to the other girl, âitâd be all too simple â and trust me, Iâd get my hands dirty if itâs the two of you,â your lips curl into a wide grin as you add, âafter all, you guys did me the favor of dirtying my shoes already,âÂ
And the two blanch white, all indignance replaced with genuine fear â and you had never known someone could look at you as someone to be feared.Â
And you didnât know you would like it so much.Â
You staple the smile on your face again, as the two heirs still sit speechless in their seats, eyes glued to you, âWell thatâs all,â you slide back, âI have to head to classââÂ
But then your wrists are caught â pulling you back, as you find yourself pinned on either side by the two heirs, your body tense, before your gaze slides between them, âWhat?âÂ
âMarry me,â they both say simultaneously â and you gape at them.Â
You are pushing them back, palms pressed against their chests, but find yourself met with two immovable objects, instead trying to squirm out of their grips. âWhat?â And their grips loosen enough for you to take a step back, but their hands remain around your wrists.Â
âI have to have you,â Suguru presses a chaste kiss to the back of your hand, dark gaze lidded as he looks up at you, and a shiver climbs up your spine, âIâve never been so terrified or turned on in my life â it must be love,âÂ
Satoru is the same, mesmerized with eager words, âI want you to do what you promised, Princess â ruin my life,â Satoruâs lips curled in a wide grin, âwant you to completely fuck me up, dominate my entire life â and thereâs only one way to do that, marry me,âÂ
Suguru only scowls at Satoru, âYou know Satoru, itâs very rude to propose after your best friend does,â Suguruâs gaze slides to him, âsheâs mine,â and his other hand finds your shoulder, pulling you against his chest, even as you struggle against their grips, âher family reached out to mine first,âÂ
âFuckers, I swear to god, let me goââ but they act as if they canât hear you, a current of possessiveness sweeping their thoughts away.Â
âSo what? Her family decided to ask for my hand â looks like yours wasnât good enough,â Satoru only grins, pulling you against him instead, his breath warming your flushed skin, as you grimace, âand Iâd make her happier than you ever would.âÂ
âWant to take this outside, Satoru?â Suguruâs glare sent chills down your spine, but Satoruâs lips split into a smile so wide, you were afraid his head would crack in two.Â
âWhy? Feeling lonely? Go by yourself,â
And finally you stomp on Satoruâs foot before elbowing Suguru in the stomach, drawing groans from both boys, as you stumble away from them, whirling to face them, âDonât treat me like your goddamn property or that Iâm a prize to be won,â your words slip like venom from your lips, âdonât ever fucking touch me without asking,âÂ
âOf course, weâre sorry,â Suguru only grins after, holding his stomach, but he still looks all too delighted, âyou should reprimand us like the scum we are, isnât that right Satoru?âÂ
Satoru nods, pouting, âYeah we deserve more of a punishment,â and your skin crawls at their eagerness.Â
âI donât know what the fuck is wrong with you two, but I donât want anything to do with it,â you walk away, hiding your dumbstruck expression, but the two only followed you.Â
âYou canât just walk away from us, you have to decide who you want,â Suguru calls after you, their long strides meant they caught up all too fast, and youâre armed with your collapsible pole now, pointing it at both of them.Â
âTwo minutes ago, both of you thought I was normal and boring,â your eyes narrow â was this another plot to just sell you to some club?Â
âAnd Iâm sorry about that sweetheart,â Satoruâs arm is around your waist again, while Suguruâs fingers intertwined with yours, âwe were clearly wrong â and you have to take responsibility,âÂ
You stare at them, âfor what?âÂ
And heâs leaning to whisper in your ear, âIâm so hard for you right now,â And youâre whirling on them with the pole, but they both expertly dodge your assault, before youâre hurrying away. But they let you go, watching after you with a grin.Â
âThis is going to be fun,â Suguru remarks, looking at his best friend, âI canât guarantee I wonât kill you for her hand,âÂ
Satoru only smirks in reply, âYou stole the words out of my mouth, Suguru.âÂ
~~~
It had been a week â a week of you trying skillfully to evade the two yakuza heirs.Â
And you had failed. No matter how fast you left your classes, where you hid, where you sat â the two always found you. And now you have resorted to sitting outside to eat your lunch, being careful to avoid any stray glance of your presence. You sat, back against the building, as you held your head, bento box in your lap â how long until they would get the message? How long until they figured out you wanted nothing to do with them?Â
Your grandpa had told you to make them fall for you, but you didnât think you had too much more to do with how the two were following you around, dogging your every step.Â
How would you last another year?Â
You opened your bento â at least for once, you could enjoy your lunch without one of themâÂ
âThere you are,â and your lunch nearly goes tumbling out of your lap, but you grasp it, keeping your food from spilling out of your bento, and you turn to meet the gaze of Suguru, leaning against the windowsill, âyouâre a fast one, sweetheart,â his head tilted and lips curled in his signature smile.Â
âHow the fuck did you find me so fast?â you stare at him, brow furrowed, âitâs barely been five minutes, and this campus is huge,âÂ
âItâs the power of love, of course,â you cringe, and he laughs, bringing his knuckles to his lips, âoh rather, itâs the power of the tracking device I slipped in your bag,âÂ
And you blink, âYou what?âÂ
He shrugs, âWell how else would I have found you so quickly? Iâll slip it in your shoe next time,â and he sighs, as you dig through your bag, before turning it upside down and letting your things spill out on the grass, âbesides, thereâs a good reason Iâm tracking you,â and you find the tracker before stomping on it, digging your heel into it, crushing it into the dirt, âthereâs been a kidnapping of another Yakuza heiress,âÂ
And your eyes flit to him, and heâs still smiling at you, âWho?â you continue to collect your things, shaking out textbooks and examining your things for any other hidden trackers.Â
âYouâll learn tonight â come to the compound tonight â youâve been formally invited by both my father and Satoruâs father,â and heâs hopping out of the window, fingers brushing yours as he hands you your pencil case, and heâs all too close now, his warm breath warming your lips.Â
âAnd if I refuse?â and his lips curl in a smirk.Â
âYouâd be offending not only my family, but Satoruâs as wellââ and heâs rising to his feet, offering you a hand, âand it might end in an all out war, but that would be just fine for us â would it for you?âÂ
You glare at him, taking his hand reluctantly, as he helps you to your feet, and you brush the dirt from your skirt and legs, âFine, what time?âÂ
âAfter school, Satoru will be waiting by the gates for you,â he smiles, as he settles next to you, pulling out his own lunch, and you tilt your head, âoh are you curious about me? I have my own business to attend to,âÂ
âIs that what the other bastard is up to?â and he chuckles at that, taking a bite of his food.Â
âSomething like that.âÂ
~~~~
âTook you long enough, pretty,â the Gojo heirâs eyes drag over you like spotlights as he leans against the gate outside, the other students staring as you two speak, whispering as they walk by, slowing down to either catch a longer glance at Satoru or hear a bit of your conversation, âwith being so quick to leave for lunch, I thought youâd be just as quick leaving the building,â and heâs offering you a drink from the vending machine that you reluctantly take.Â
âWell, I wasnât exactly looking forward to being a spectacle,â you grumble, as you power walk away from the burgeoning traffic jam that Satoru was causing, and he follows behind, âwhy do they all stare anyway? They know you're a yakuza, donât they?âÂ
âPart of the draw,â he shrugs, the hiss of his own soda filling the air as he pops it open, âeveryone wants what they canât have, but donât worry, I only have eyes for you, sweetheart,â you grimace as he sips at his soda, raising an eyebrow, âso what canât you have?âÂ
You both finally reach the heart of the city, bustling with people left and right â the one thing you couldnât get used to from the quieter life you led, âSome peace and quiet, apparently,â you adjust your bag on your shoulder in a tighter grip, if only you could lose him in this crowd and be done with all this shit, but it wasnât that simple, and then it occurs to you, âdid you put a tracker on me as well?âÂ
âNah, I just used Suguruâs,â he smiles, as he downs the rest of his drink with his head thrown back, before crushing the can in his hand and tossing it away in the recycling bin nearby, âplus, I didnât have time, been busy with other things, unfortunately,âÂ
âWhat things have youââÂ
And youâre suddenly tugged into an alleyway, an arm around your neck and a hand clamped over your mouth, âDonât struggle, it will only make it more difficult for you,â the man whispers in your ear, as another two men draw closer to your sides, âweâll kill you if you do,âÂ
You canât scream, but you donât need to â because the man who grabbed you screams first.Â
âWho the fuck areââ and he screams, his hands slipping from your side, the thump of his body against the pavement making you flinch, as you slowly turn to find Gojo, as he only glares at the other men, before his gaze slides to you, softening with a smile.Â
âSweetheart, itâs okay, come here,â and you swallow, before taking shaky steps to his side, and heâs pulling you behind him, âwait here,âÂ
It happens far too quickly.
Or maybe itâs just a blur now. Because now heâs beaten the three men into submission, their scarlet blood splattering against his uniform, the wet squelch of their flesh as he punches and kicks them, his shoe digging into their sides. He winds his fist back again.Â
âThatâs enough,â you say hoarsely, swallowing thickly, âtheyâre barely alive,âÂ
âMore than they deserve,â he mutters, before sighing and grabbing one by his shirt, fabric straining against the dead weight of the man, and pulls him close, his hand connecting with his face as he slaps him awake, âYou hear me? Listen,â he shakes him, until the manâs eyes blink open, bleary, âYou see me? Donât forget my face. You touch her again â and itâs the last thing youâll see before the afterlife, got that?âÂ
âYes,â the man slurs.Â
âThatâs my girl,â he jerks his head at you, âsheâs mine and if you or any of your stupid friends or family see her, donât talk or touch her, much less even look at her,â and his lips curl again, âor I promise my family and the Geto family will slaughter you â until thereâs nothing left.â and he drops the man onto the ground, âletâs go,â he mutters, shaking the blood off his knuckles, before using the inside of his uniform jacket to wipe the rest off.Â
âYour uniform, it'sââ and he glances at the blood seeping into the fabric of his jacket and crisp shirt, and youâre digging through your bag, âI have my hand towel and someââ and heâs shaking his head.Â
âI have a sweatshirt I can wear in my bag,â and heâs tugging off his uniform jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, and you canât look away fast enough â not before seeing the tattoo littering his back.Â
A large lion against his back, seemingly roaring, against a backdrop of bamboo, stared back at you, as your breath catches in your throat â he wasnât just a spoiled heir, he was a real yakuza. And what he did to those men â his eyes met yours again, as he tugged the sweatshirt on, lips still in that ridiculous smile â it was likely the least of what he could really do to them.Â
âOh, sorry, guess I never told ya,â he pulls the orange sweatshirt down, pulling a pair of sunglasses on, and your horrified expression in the circular black rims stare back at you, âsorry for scaring you, sweetheart,âÂ
âYouâre reallyââ you cut off, heart caught in your throat. Yeah, you had spent too much of your life surrounded by men covered in tattoos, but these two â their auras â were on another level that was simply â terrifying.Â
âA yakuza?â he finishes, peering at you over the rim of his sunglasses, âSurprised it took you this long to figure out â thought you had that pieced together a while ago â what? I assume your family shielded you from that kind of violence â probably had guards on you 24/7 so no one would mess with you. Well you arenât in Osaka anymore,â his fingers intertwined with yours, his larger hand engulfing yours as he tugs you along away from the alley, the faint groans of the men disappearing into the ambient noise of the city, âStay close, princess.âÂ
And you flushed, biting your lip. There was a lot you didnât know, but you knew you better learn â you spare one glance back at the alley â and quick.Â
~~~
You both arrive back to the compound, as youâre funneled into a room, you get a glimpse of Suguru in an adjacent hallway, his clothes as bloodied as Satoruâs was, if not more. His dark eyes catch yours and his lips curl, as he holds his hand up as a greeting, mouthing, âYo,âÂ
Youâre shepherded away to sit, and soon enough, Satoru and Suguru join you, as you fidget in the middle of the room, the three of you sit on cushions, while another cushion directly in front of you. Your fingers can't help but toy with the ribbon on the front of your uniform â what if this was just a ruse to sell you off? Maybe they even found out about you selling your kidney? Anxiety swirled in your mind, dragging down your body to even the tips of your toes, your body buzzing and stinging with thoughts.Â
âThis really is just a talk to discuss the missing Yakuza heiress,â Suguru cuts through your thoughts, as you stare at him, slack jawed, and he only shrugs, leaning back against his hands flat on the floor, âyouâre not hard to read, sweetheart,âÂ
âBesides, if we wanted to kill you, why not let you die in that alleyway?â Satoru chimes in, ever so helpful, as you glare at him, before his gaze slides to Suguru, âdid you take care of that like I asked, Suguru?â and he nods, and before you can ask a question, the door slides open.Â
Instead of the heads of the household, a yakuza comes in, sunglasses stare back at you, his dark brown hair slicked back, shaved on the sides of his head, as he stared down at the three of you, âThe heads wonât be able to make it to this meeting â something has come up,âÂ
âYaga, good to see you,â Suguru chirps, while Satoru only sighs, hands behind his head.Â
âGlad to see you havenât gotten yourself killed since youâve been away, old manââ and Satoru earns a fist to his head, âow!âÂ
âKeep it up and youâll get something worse than a whack to the head,â Yaga grumbles, taking his seat, âyou must be the girl,â he eyes you up and down, âIâll get straight to the point â the Akazawa heiress is missing. Sheâs assumed to be kidnapped,â he hands you a photo of her â shoulder length black hair, her eyes look past the camera, her head tilted downwards, but her hazel eyes pierce through the picture.Â
âHow long has she been gone?â Suguru asks, âany chance that she just ran off?âÂ
âThereâs a chance sheâs been sold off for a couple hundred thou,â Satoru remarks, crossing his arms, âpeople would pay a premium for a yakuza heiress,â and his eyes slide to you, and you glare back.Â
âWe donât know â maybe she ran off, maybe sheâs been sold, maybe thereâll be a ransom coming in at one point or another, or maybe sheâs deadââ and you bite your lip, âbut we canât take the risk, especially since we have a similar heiress under our care now,â Yaga says, crossing his arms with a hefty sigh, âthat being said, youâll be staying at the compound until further noticeâ your things have already been brought here,â you gape at him, mouth nearly hanging open, âand youâll have Satoru or Suguru with you at all times â their schedules have been rearranged to have class with you,âÂ
âButââ and Yaga shoots a look at you that silences your protests.Â
âThese orders came from the three heads, including your grandfather, would you like to defy them?â And your mouth clamps shut, your head falling.Â
âNo, sir,â Yaga rises, leaving, but not before ordering the two heirs to show you where youâll be staying, âand any real threats to you appear, and your classes will be made online and you will remain under guard in the compound,â Yaga adds before disappearing behind another door.Â
âIt wonât be that bad, Princess,â Suguru grins, as they walk you to your room, ânow we can really get to know each other before weâre married,âÂ
âDonât you mean before weâre married?â Satoru says, as Suguru only smiles back at him.Â
âI would rather not marry you, Satoru, dating you for a week was enoughââ and Satoru opens his mouth to reply.Â
âIâm not marrying either of you,â you rub your head, feeling the beginnings of a headache creeping on your temples â you barely could make it through the day with enduring the amount of insanity these two already inflicted, you were sure youâd murder one or both of them if you had to spend 24/7 with them, âwe should be keeping a low profile from now on, not going outââÂ
âExcept for the dates we have planned,â Satoru says, offering you the key to your room, and you unlock the door, stepping inside.Â
âEspecially not for those.â And you slam the door shut and lock it.Â
Your eyes take in the boxes that surround you, full of the things from your apartment, and sigh.Â
Fuck, this really was your life now, wasnât it?Â
~~~
âWhy are you staring at me?â you canât ignore Suguruâs stare in the subway, even when you refuse to meet it. The light from the windows flooded into the subway, flickering as the carts sped by, as the two of you hung onto the grab handles. Your usual peaceful ride to university was now impeded by Suguru who stood by your side, his eyes seemingly glued to you.Â
âI see that your left side is slower to respond than your right,â and you shift under his gaze, âthatâs why your bag is always on your left side, so you can spot a threat easier and have a stronger grip, smart,âÂ
You raise an eyebrow, âHow did you figure that out?âÂ
He shrugs, âFrom observation â I also move a little slower on my left â I even blink slower,â and you face him, staring into his eyes, trying to notice any difference between the two eyes. The only thing you could see is how pretty they really were â dark and lidded, not as bright or striking as Satoruâs, but just as mysterious.Â
âI canât tell,â you tilt your head, and he only smiles.Â
âThere isnât a difference, but I got you to stare into my eyes, didnât I?â and you glower at him, your remark cut off by the influx of people flooding into the cart. Fuck, you never had seen it this full before. You forced yourself not to cringe under the tight quarters â you could handle this, it wasnât a big deal, even as the people sandwiched themselves all around you, anxiety biting at your nerves. And then youâre knocked around by the crowd as the cart jerks, but then, Suguru is pulling you lightly so your back is pressed against a wall and heâs caging you in, his body protecting you.Â
Your breath catches â heâs so close, âYou donât have toââ and your gazes meet again, your breath catching, your bag caught between your bodies. Heâs nearly pressed against you, the heat from his form seeps into your own. And he smells good, despite the sticky heat of the summer lingering â something musky but sharp at the same time â what was that scent?Â
âYou seemed uncomfortable,â he says, his hand holding onto the grab handle above, âthis seemed like the easiest solution, especially so I can protect you â it would be much easier to shield you with my body this way,âÂ
âShut up,â you grumble, as he chuckles, before youâre sighing, âIâm not used to taking the subway â I used to have a car that took me back and forth,â you chew your lip, âI didnât want you to think I couldnât take care of myself,âÂ
âMakes sense to have you driven â as a yakuza heiress, they wanted precautions,â Suguru nods, his eyes sliding around the cart, âyou never know,âÂ
âIs that why your eyes keep scanning the subway cart?â you raise an eyebrow.Â
And his lips curl, âI did say Iâd protect you with my life, didnât I?âÂ
âDid you mean that?â
A chuckle escaped his lips, a noise that makes your breath catch, as the cart jerks again, pressing you both even closer, âI never say anything that I donât mean, princess.âÂ
~~~
âIs following me around really necessary even after classes?â you hadnât bothered to pull your usual disappearing act â it was counterproductive in multiple ways (the first being that either of them would find you and the second being you had to be glued to one of their sides at all times), âitâs not like someone is going jump from the shadows and kidnap me on campus.âÂ
âYou donât know that for sure, do you, princess?â Satoru drawls lazily, as he twirls his dinner knife around his fingers with a skill that said heâd done it a million times before â probably instead of doing the thing he was supposed to be doing, âa man comes up behind you while youâre studying or shopping, presses a weapon or gun to your side, just out of view, and heâs got the perfect hostage,âÂ
You raise an eyebrow, âYou sound like youâve done it before,â and the knife stops between his middle finger and pointer, the tip pointed at you, as he looks at you over the rim of his sunglasses.Â
âDonât get jealous, sweetheart, youâre the only girl Iâd want to kidnap,â he leans forward and swipes a mochi from your plate â even though he had already ate his own â and you scoff, as you turn your attention back to your neglected dessert, choosing to use your brain cells to focus on your food instead of this psycho.Â
âHow lucky,â you mutter, as you stab your remaining mochi instead of your escort, âdo the two of you have to take shifts like this? Iâm surprised the two of you arenât glued to my sides 24/7 together,âÂ
âWe thought it was only fair the two of us split our time â and as much as Iâd like to spend each and every hour with you, we both unfortunately have other responsibilities to tend to,â and he takes a bite of the mochi, âplus, this way, we get to spend time with you alone without the other interfering, and trust me, if I saw you with Suguru,â his lips curl, âIâd interfere,âÂ
âWell you donât have to be worried about that, because I donât plan on being with either one of you,â you reply, âIâm here to finish school and go home as soon as I can,âÂ
âYou wonât be saying that once I make you fall for me,âÂ
You get to your feet, as you pull out your wallet â but Satoru waves you off, already pulling out his card for the waiter, âYouâd have a better chance making me fall for you if you tripped me,â you roll your eyes, as you round the booth, and quick as a light, you trip right into his arms, your body bumping against his chest as his arms steady you. A hand tilts your face up to meet cerulean eyes filled with mirth, âdid you tripââÂ
And then you spot the chair leg you had tripped over oh-so-gratefully, âI donât need to resort to those measures to make you fall for me, princess,â his finger traces your jaw with a featherlight touch, âI have plenty of other ways to do that,âÂ
You get to your feet properly and shove him away, as he chuckled, as you rolled your eyes, âMaybe in your twisted dreams, butââ And Satoru is tugging you away from the booth â a tight arm around you waist, as you stammer, âwhat the fuck are youââÂ
âGuyâs been following you â just spotted him from a distance,â he murmurs, and your shoulders tense, resisting the urge to look back, âjust keep walking with me, donât worry,â his arm gently squeezed you, âwonât let anything happen to you, princess,âÂ
âDonât call me that,â you murmur, as he leads you back inside the closest building, âwhere are weââ and heâs pulling out his phone, texting several people.Â
âGetting us a ride in case I need to get you to safety, and letting Suguru know of the situation,â he offers you a small grin, âI could send you back, but that would be that and you will be on lockdown. Things might be getting a little more interesting from here â so itâs your choice, will you stay or go?âÂ
You considered your choices â you could run away from this, go back to the compound, but going back was a guarantee that you would be stuck 24/7 in the compound and stuck there for the remainder of your time here. And these two would take full advantage of that. Plus, your mind wandered to the girl who had been taken â you wanted to know more about what happened to her and why you were being targeted next.Â
âLetâs go,â and his lips curl. The two of you round several street corners, Satoruâs arm remains tight around your waist, as he leads to a more and more secluded corner of the city, âis this the right move?â your hand wanders into your pocket, fingers around your collapsible pole.Â
He sighs dramatically, âDo you have such little faith in me, sweetheart?âÂ
âConsidering the two of you are insane, yes, I do,â and he clicks his tongue at you, âwhereââÂ
And someone punches you, fist connecting with your left cheek as you stumble sideways into the wall of a nearby building. You hear the cock of a gun, your eyes catch sight of the weapon pointed at Satoru. You caught a glimpse as your eyes flicker open, several men stand behind him, all bearing weapons of some sort.Â
Your ears ring, as you clutch at your head, as you struggle to get your balance, your vision in your left eye blurry from the impact, âCome with me, and your girlfriend wonât have to watch you die,â you feel something warm run down your nose, and you touch it â scarlet stains your fingers.Â
Fuck.Â
Your eyes flicker back to where Satoru stands, eyes flickering to you, a shiver running down your spine at his hard gaze â not a hint of euphoria left â his lips a thin line, and his fists clenched, âIâll fucking kill you,â his words leave in a whispered hiss, and quick as lightning, the gun is knocked from his fingers, and Satoruâs got him pinned down, fist winding back to punch his head in. The other men donât hesitate to join the fray, just as Satoru doesnât hesitate to take them down, blood spilling from their bodies as they fall one by one.Â
You said you would be stronger â that you wouldnât let this happen again. You werenât some person who needed to be sheltered away. Your fingers clutched at the pole in your pocket, pulling it out, as you slowly uncollapsed it â you were a yakuza heir, just as much as these two were.Â
One of them got up to shaky feet, lifting up his knife to stab Satoru from behind, âDIE!â and you slam into his side, hitting over the head with the pole â a grisly crack as the pole nearly snaps against his skull.Â
âFuck off and die!â the words leave your lips as you taste your own blood dripping from your nose. And you can feel Satoru turn to see you, eyes wide as he stares â your words burn as much as your head hurts, as you wipe the blood from your nose.Â
And the men are all down now, as Satoru walks over to you, and his fingers reach gently for your face, as he examines the blood dripping, âitâs just a nosebleed,â you say, and his gaze softens ever so slightly, before darkening, as a groan comes from the man that punched you.Â
âAre you sure youâre okay?â your heart flutters at his gentle touch, the calluses of his fingers against your cheek, as he pulls tissues from his pocket to wipe the blood from your nose.Â
And his eyes linger on your face for a moment, before he turns to the culprit, fingers clenched tightly around the napkin soaked in your blood.Â
He drags the man up by the collar, shaking him, a gurgled groan leaving his bloody lips, âYou might want to go, sweetheart â I have to make sure I let this one die for ever laying a hand on my womanââ and you clasp your hand on his shoulder, shaking your head.Â
âHeâs half dead already â you donât need to finish the job,â and he pouts, shaking the man again for good measure.Â
âYou said he should dieââÂ
You shrug, âPeople like this arenât worth the trouble of killing. And you donât need more problems on your hands â so if youâre doing this for me, donât bother. Letâs just go,âÂ
And you see his lips slowly curl into a grin, as he pulls you into a hug, arms around you waist, as he runs his fingers through your hair gingerly, âI didnât realize you cared, sweetheart,â and you frown, âdonât want me getting in more trouble, huh? If itâs for you, Iâll oblige, but you owe me one,â and his fingers slide under your chin.Â
âOi, is the party over without me?â A familiar voice calls, Suguru walks over, several other Yakuza in tow, his sleeves rolled up, as he takes a once over of the situation, seemingly uninterested in the scum, his eyes falling on you and Satoru, lingering on the blood that still was trickling from your nose. His eyes narrowed, âwhich oneââÂ
âItâs already taken care of, Suguru,â Satoru rubs the back of his head, âbut for your information,â he kicks the one who had punched you in his side, forcing him to roll over, a slight groan escaping his lips, âthatâs the one who hurt her,âÂ
Suguru nodded, stepping over the bodies as if it was nothing more than a spill that had been yet to be cleaned up, as his hand brushes over your chin softly, drawing close, a sharp gasp leaving your lips when his fingers decide to travel to your nose, âItâs not broken, just bleeding, but I should still get her checked out at the compound,âÂ
âYou?â Satoru furrows his brow, âyouâre going to leave meââÂ
âTo clean up your own mess? Yes, I am,â Suguru smiles, âbecause itâs my turn to keep watch,â as he shows his watch, already well past midnight, âand I should be getting her back to the compound,â the two glare at each other, a tension settling over the scene that you were far too done with.Â
You sigh, stepping past both of them, walking over the bodies splayed out on the floor, âLet me know when you both decide,â you yawn, hands in your pockets now, âI need sleep,â and Suguru follows behind, and you donât see him turn to smirk at Satoru.Â
~~~~
You swore someone was watching you.Â
A presence loomed over you, hovering slightly, as you shifted in your sleep, a sigh parting your lips as you turned, still caught between in realms of deep sleep as you drifted in and out, eyes fluttering open a moment, and caught sight of a shadow.Â
No, it was nothing. It was nothing. And then youâd wake to sunlight filtering through your windows, eyes fluttering open, but you would still wake with the lingering touch of someone else against your face.Â
But each morning youâd check the locks, and it would be locked, with no signs of tampering â and youâd be left wondering if it was a dream or not.Â
It had been like this for the last week â youâd sense a presence, for a split second of what you thought was consciousness, and then it would be morning again.Â
And finally, you decided to stay awake, a knife you had pilfered away from the kitchen under your pillow. You let your eyes drift shut, drifting in and out of a half sleep, until you hear it.Â
The slow slide of the door opening, and the soft close of the door behind. The person takes nearly soundless steps towards you, before leaning above you and you feel the faint brush of hair against your skin, before leaning back with a quiet sigh.Â
Suguru?
And his fingers slide through your hair softly. He watches over you, quietly, until you turn to face him, eyes open.Â
âYou know itâs really creepy to break into a womanâs room in the middle of the night,â and Suguru blinks, before his lips curl in a small smirk, âand itâs even weirder when you just sit there to watch her sleep,âÂ
âJust trying to make sure youâre safe, sweetheart,âÂ
âIn a locked room?â And he shrugs.Â
âI broke in easily,â and you scoff, as he rakes his own fingers through his hair, âwho else would keep an eye on you?âÂ
You sit up, crossing your arms, âSurprised you and Satoru arenât in here,âÂ
âWe take turns,â and you stare at him, as he leans back against the wall, âall we do is keep watch princess â would you have let us in otherwise?âÂ
You open and shut your mouth, before you find words again amidst the haze of frustration, âIâm not so fucking helpless that you both need to sit here and watch me sleep,â
âWe have been doing this since the threats began nearly and you only noticed recently,â he points out, his eyes catching the faint light of the moon, as cautious and patient as Suguru was â his expression as indiscernible as a new moon was, âand itâs only because Satoru had gotten sloppy,â he shrugs.Â
You rub at your temples, âyouâre not the only one who is a yakuzaââÂ
Suguru tilts his head, âPrincess, you donât know what it means to be one â not even your fingers have never been bloodied, and it should stay that wayââÂ
Your fingers close around the handle of the knife as you lunge at him â you snapped. You were tired â tired of the men in your life running your life â your grandfather, these yakuza heads, and these two idiots â all of them treating you as if you were spineless.Â
And you werenât.Â
His hand darts out â and it happens quickly. The knife clatters against the hardwood, and heâs pinned you underneath him.Â
You glare, embarrassment licks at your cheeks like flames â you had placed your fingers on the stovetop and what were you expecting other than to get burned? You canât meet his gaze, and youâre expecting another lecture or sanctimonious attitude, but instead, his fingers skim your cheek, âYou should pick your battles wisely, sweetheart â because not all of them will let you off the hook,â and he leans close, breath warming your lips, as your eyes canât help but squeeze shut.Â
Only to wince after a sharp flick to your forehead.Â
And his weight leaves you at once, your head turning to find him examining the knife you had stolen, âYou should also choose a better weapon than a kitchen knife â especially one as dull as this one,âÂ
You scowl at him, âWell, how else will I defend myself?âÂ
And he smiles, shrugging, âIsnât it simple? Use the weapons already at your disposal,âÂ
Your brow knots together, âWhat weapons?â And his hand is sliding the door open, as he casts one more glance over his shoulder, lips curled in that insufferable smile.Â
âThe ones sworn to you.âÂ
~~~~Â
âYouâre staying home tomorrow from class,â the thermometer is plucked from between your lips, the white haired yakuza scrutinizing your room, cerulean eyes catching the pile of tissues you had failed to stuff properly in your trash bin, âhow long have you had this, Princess?âÂ
You lay bedridden and pouting as you draw the covers over your face â you had not been feeling well this whole weekend, but you developed a fever last night. You thought it would be gone by the morning, âJust since this morning,â and heâs tugging the covers away, his brow wrinkled, and then you see it, bandages on his forehead, âwhen did you get hit on the head?âÂ
And he blink, fingers running through his hair, âThis? Itâs nothing,â and you raise an eyebrow, âif you must know, itâs just my punishment for taking you into the thick of things the other day,âÂ
Your brow wrinkles, âWhoââÂ
He waves you off, âItâs not important â the important thing is that you get better â canât have my future wife succumbing to the flu, now can I?â And you scoff.Â
âIâm not your future wife,â you mumble, and you hear a small chuckle from him. And then your muscles begin to grow heavy, eyelids fluttering shut under the weight of exhaustion, and your skin feeling far too cold for your burning insides, âGojo, Iâm notââÂ
And you slip into darkness.Â
You can feel the world around you move, the sounds of wind brushing against your skin, and the flicker of lights in your eyes. Your lips part, a desert inside your mouth with no oasis in sight, âwhereââ
A voice quietly shushes you, fingers raking through your hair gently, lulling you back to sleep. Was it your grandfather? No, he never coddled you like this. Not even he had his yakuza to look after. You were expected to care for yourself â- you couldnât show weakness.Â
Not as an heir â even if you were just a kid.Â
And when you do wake for a moment, itâs with some prodding, a voice whispering for you to open your mouth at the press of a medicine cap to your lips, and your eyes flutter open to catch a glimpse of blue eyes â so you do, swallowing it with water.Â
You fall into the arms of sleep again, only waking to your head slightly aching, and a distinct void in your stomach. You reach around blindly for your phone, and find that itâs still Sunday, nearly the evening. Your eyes adjust as your gaze spots the last glimmers of the sunset in the window.Â
How long have you slept? Like four hours? You sighed, slumping back into bed, as you stretched. Your fingers pressed to your forehead, still a slight fever, but it was definitely lower. Maybe you could sleep for a bit longer, and you turn on your side only to find a familiar, not-so familiar sight. Your lips canât help but curl a little. Again there is someone in your room, but instead as your eyes flutter open you see that Satoru has dozed off.
You hold back a chuckle, as you slowly get up, drawing a little closer. His head was against the wall, slightly tilted, soft breaths leaving his lips, arms crossed. He had a prescription medicine next to him along with a water bottle. Your fingers reach for the medicine, and you glance it over â seeing that it was prescribed earlier today for you.Â
Your brows knit together, when did youâand then it comes back to you slowly â the lights, the sound of wind and cars â he drove you to a hospital. And his shoulder starts to slipÂ
And then you reach for him, trying to make sure he didnât hurt himself.Â
Thatâs when he grabs you â his eyes fly open, as he grabs you by the wrist, pulling you close, his hard topaz gaze cuts through you, until it slowly fills with recognition. His fingers digging into your wrist loosen ever so slightly, as he blinks.Â
âSorry about that, sweetheart,â but his fingers donât leave your wrist, âare you feeling better?âÂ
âI am,â you admit, as his other hand reaches up to brush against your forehead and then neck, sending hest crawling up your skin for a different reason.Â
âLooks like the medicine worked,â he sighs, leaning back, âguess I can scratch beating up that doctor off my list,â and you furrow your brow, âit was a joke, Princess,âÂ
âWhy did you take me?â You asked and he tilted his head, âI mean you could have had me looked at here, so why did youââÂ
âAs much as my father pays for these services, they donât work weekends, usually â we do have an on-call physician, but,â he shrugs, as his thumb brushed back and forth against your wrist, right where your pulse was, âI didnât want to wait,âÂ
And your eyes slide to the bandages around his head, âbut you couldnât get that checked out?âÂ
âWorried about me? Iâm touched, Princess,â and your fingers reach for the bandages and brush against his locks, âhey, youââÂ
âItâs coming loose,â you lean over and slide your hands until you find where itâs coming undone and tie it tighter, fingers brushing against his soft locks â noting the undercut you hadnât noticed before, âthere,âÂ
âThank you,â he murmurs, as your eyes meet his and your breath catches, your face an inch or two from his. And he looks different in the dark of the room, illuminated by the last vestiges of sun that were quickly fading into the night â softer.Â
âWhy did you take care of me?â And he blinks a moment, taken aback and he tilts his head, âsomeone else could haveââÂ
âI wanted to,â he cuts you off gently, âwhy would I let someone else do it when I could? It was the least I could do,â and it was your turn to tilt your head, as he adds in a whisper, âI let you get hurt. I should have sent you home,âÂ
âIf you had tried, I would have stayed anyway,â and he chuckles.Â
âI know,â he murmurs, âand I know what itâs like to tough through things as if youâre invincible â as if nothing can touch you â and itâs only a matter of time until it does,â and your fingers brush against the bandages on his head, as you dare closer, less than a breath away.Â
âMaybe I should make you take your own advice,â you whisper, and his lips quirk upwards in a smirk.Â
âIâd love to see you try, Princess,â he adds with a grin, âyou know Iâd love to submit to you anytiââÂ
And you swallow the rest of his sentence with your lips, a chaste brush that leaves your entire body burning for more â a spark to kindling that you told yourself you wouldnât start. But, your lips part his to see his soft gaze meeting your own, before finding your lips again, how could you not?Â
âIâm going to get you sick,â you manage between kisses, lips meeting and parting, as he chuckles against you, a vibration sending a shiver that definitely wasnât from your fever.
âYouâre worth it, Princess,â but he kisses you one last time, noses brushing, before your stomach rumbles loudly in the relative silence of both of your soft pants. You flush, and he canât hold back his laugh, as you smack his shoulder. Â
âShut up, I havenât eaten since breakfast, thanks to someone,â and heâs still laughing as you try to smack him again, but he catches you by the wrist.Â
âDonât forget, I really like it when you punish me,â his lips press to your wrist, your breath catching for a moment before you hit him again on the chest regardless. And he laughs, leaning on his hand, âoh what will I do with you, sweetheart?âÂ
You scowl at him, rolling your eyes, âYou can start by getting me dinner,â you grumble, and he repents, getting to his feet, âSatoru?â And he pauses, eyes flickering back, âthank you,â you manage, biting your lip all the whole, unable to meet his eyes or see the smile on his lips.Â
âAnytime, Princess.âÂ
~~~~
You hadnât seen Suguru or Satoru all week.Â
Once a sought after rarity l, but now a foreboding concern. Satoru had been away on business â you didnât care to know what, but you knew heâd come back only more clingy than ever. You chewed on your lip â especially after the kiss.Â
Fuck. You kissed Satoru, you buried your face in your hands, what the fuck were you doing? Could you use the excuse that your fever had rendered you momentarily insane? No, Satoru would only crack a joke saying that heâs crazy for you too.Â
What was your plan? You were only trying to bide your time for a year â not become further entangledÂ
You lay back on your bed, as you scroll through your phone â but Suguru was a different story. You heard from Satoru that he had returned. Yet now there was some random yakuza checking in each hour â and even worse, keeping you confined to the compound.Â
And a small part of you did worry for them as you tossed your phone aside â those fools may have death wishes but that didnât mean you wished the same.Â
You leave your room, sighing as you explore the compound. You had done your fair share of exploring, but you had never wandered into Suguru or Satoruâs quarters. You had been told by each of them where their rooms were, only for you to glare at them for providing you the implication. But nowâŚmaybe it was useful.Â
You walked through the halls â seemed like most people were away at the moment. When Satoru had captured those people who had attacked you both, there was information learned about who was targeting you and of where that girl who was taken could possibly be. But itâs not like you were able to find that information out â unless you went looking yourself.Â
Satoru and Suguruâs rooms were close to each otherâs â but Satoruâs room was locked, as you tugged at the door to no avail. You glared at the handle as if it was the white haired idiot itself, before turning to Suguruâs door.Â
You pressed your ear to the door, it was silent, not a single noise inside. You pull at the door and it opens. You step inside â the room is neat, a desk in the corner, along with a bed on the opposite side, but not much else. There were a few other things â a dresser with a few containers tucked beside it and a small bookcase against the wall near the desk lined with books on each shelf.Â
It wasnât what you expected â though you didnât know what to expect. You stepped into the room, glancing around, as you approached the desk first. You rifle through the papers, finding nothing relevant â only papers from class and a few scattered notes that had nothing but addresses and initials scribbled.Â
And then the door opens, you freeze, before you slowly turn to see Suguru, his clothes tattered, blood dripping from his arms and soaked through his white button up. His gaze is dark and heavy, until he finds your eyes, his brow wrinkled.Â
âWhat are you doing?â no âsweetheartâ or âPrincessâ â just a question.Â
âI was lookingââ but you bite your lips, as you watch his shoulders slump, âwhat happenedââÂ
And he draws closer, as you slowly take steps back, until heâs looming over you, his arm pressed above you, âPrincess, you shouldnât get involved in these things, unless you want to end up like this,â and the smell of death rolls off of him, the heaviness of his gaze could drag you down to the depths of hell â but you didnât care.Â
âSit down,â and he blinks, before youâre pressing him onto the bed, âIâm going to get a first aid kit and some bandages,âÂ
âSweetheartââ but youâre already out of the room, returning with a first aid kit and bandages, âwhere did youââÂ
âWell after that first time Satoru and I got jumped by those people, I figured it would be good to stock up on things,â you pull out scissors and tape, and you dampen a washcloth you had stored in the kit with a water bottle you had grabbed. âTake off your shirt,â he hesitates, âgetting shy?âÂ
Suguruâs lips curl, before he sighs, unbuttoning his shirt, âYou know I rather you hurt me than take care of me,â and you scoff, as you busy yourself with preparing the materials to tend to him.Â
âWell it looks like someone else already did that for you,â and your eyes meet with his bare chest, the red and black ink of his tattoos encroached onto his shoulders, but more than that â bruises bloomed on different parts of his body, scars from old wounds of various ages littered his skin, and dried and fresh scarlet clung to his skin from fresh cuts.Â
You take the washcloth, slowly starting to run it over his body, the white cloth marred with his blood, he doesnât flinch even as it cleans his cuts or wounds. Â
âWhy are you doing this?â And your eyes meet his, his amethyst eyes cut through you.Â
âBecause youâre hurt,âÂ
âJust because Iâm hurt doesnât mean you have to help,â you sigh, as you urge him to turn so you can clean his back next, the sight of his tattoo on his back unsurprising now as you continue to clean it.Â
âDoesnât mean you donât have to either,â he gives a soft chuckle, âwhatâs your goal here sweetheart?â You urge him to turn again, as you begin to clean the blood from his arms.Â
âDo I need to have a goal?â And he turns to face you, leaning even closer, as his black locks fall in his eyes.Â
âEveryone has one â didnât you have one for coming in here?â And your hesitation is all the answers he needs, âcurious about whatâs going on with those people after you, huh?âÂ
There wasnât any use lying now, âWouldnât you be?âÂ
âI would be, but I wouldnât get caught, now would I?â and you scoff, as his lips curl, âwe have been tracking the group that we suspect has the heiress, and we have been interrogating the people that you and Satoru secured,â âsecuredâ â more like nearly murdered by the way Satoru acted.Â
âAnd where were you?âÂ
He sighed, âDealing with some loose ends â and some other business that my father had me deal with,â and he adds, âI had to make sure a message got out â so no one would ever attack you like that again,â
And why does your heart squeeze at the thought, âWhy are you so willing to tell me?â And your hands begin to clean and wipe his palms. And you set the washcloth down, beginning to bandage some of the larger cuts and wounds, and his fingers intertwined with yours, as you glance up.Â
âBecause you deserve the truth,â he shrugs, âand even if I lie, youâll figure it out, so why not tell you to begin with?â And he leans even closer, fingers skimming your cheek, âplus I donât keep secrets from my future wife,âÂ
âIâm not marrying you,â but you donât pull away, as heâs even closer now.Â
âWell, you said never before â and Iâve worn you down to a ânotâ â itâs only a matter of time,â and his words make you want you to pull away, to scoff at his words and leave, but you donât.Â
Why canât you?Â
âAnd I thought Satoru was the one full of himselfââ and his lips find yours, his kiss was more insistent, his fingers find your jaw, featherlight before it finds purchase on the back of your neck. You could taste the faint taste of blood, lingering on his lips,Â
âAnd you also thought Satoru was a good kisser,â he smirks, as his lips ghost down your jaw, nose brushing against your cheek, as you pause â how did heâ âwell now you know what a good kisser is actually like,âÂ
Your eyebrows knit together, âGetoââÂ
âSuguru,â he corrects you, he tilts his head, his thumb cupping your chin, and your lips find the otherâs, his forehead pressed to yours. Then his phone rings, and the momentâs broken. He pulls away just as fast, as he turns to answer his phone, âHello?â he listens, a manâs voice on the other end, âI understand, okay.â and the call ends, as he offers a smile to you, âI have to deal with some business, but Iâll be back later. And then it looks like Iâll be your escort while Satoru is away.âÂ
âWhat businessââ but heâs brushing past you, going to his wardrobe to grab a fresh shirt, buttoning it swiftly, before pulling on another jacket, as he turns to glance at you over his shoulder.Â
âYou know better than to ask me that,â
âBut you said you would be honest,â and he shrugs his shoulders, a smirk on his lips, as he heads out of the room.Â
âI didnât say when.âÂ
~~~~
âWe have to tell her,â Satoru stood, hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall of the compound. Suguru clicks his lighter again, flicking it on and off â he had quit a few months ago when you had told him that you hated the smell. And he didnât miss it, but he still carried the lighter â old habits die hard, âthe pictures we got â they are getting better at tracking her without us noticing. And these other fires weâre being sent out to deal with â itâs leaving us with less time to protect her,â
âDo you have to?â Suguru asked, flicking his lighter closer, the silver outside glinting in the low light of the moon, âisnât it safer for her to stay in the dark for now?âÂ
âStaying in the dark doesnât mean she wonât put herself in danger one way or another without us knowing,â Satoru shrugs, âshe said even if I had sent her home that day that those men were after her, she would have came after me,âÂ
Suguru gives a terse chuckle, âI donât doubt that she would,â he sighs, gaze towards the inky darkness of the sky, dotted with faint stars that he couldnât see but knew were there â just as these threats were, âif she found out that her grandfather was threatened too? Thereâs no way she would wait,âÂ
âSo what do we do?â Satoru scratched the back of his head, âwe could send her back home â she might be safer there than here,âÂ
âHer grandfather told usââÂ
âI know, but what choice do we have, Suguru?â he sighs, and Suguru canât help but quirk his lips.Â
âYou know if we do this, we may have to fight her grandfather to stay engaged with her,â And Satoru smiles, shrugging.Â
âI know, but we can handle it, canât we?â Satoru leans back, âweâll just have to fight him on it. Why? Are you afraid?â Â
Suguru gives a short chuckle, âSince when have you known me to be afraid of anything?â And he turns his gaze towards the door, âso when should we tell her?âÂ
But they donât notice that youâre pressed against the door, your fists clenched. And they were right about one thing â you wouldnât wait.Â
~~~~
CRACK!Â
Fuck, your eyes burned as you tried to open them, the sharp pain in the back of your head radiating all over, as your eyelids refused to open. What happened? You tried to hold your head, only to have your wrists strain against something rough â rope? The fibers dig into your wrists as you try to stand, only to find them bound to something else.Â
âFinally awake?â it was a womanâs voice â and your eyes still canât quite open â fuck, this wasnât part of your plan, âtake your time, they said they wanted you in pristine condition so I canât have you falling apart on me later on,â she scoffs, her footsteps receding away, and you could hear the quiet murmurs of other voices â men, by the baritone.Â
Your eyes burned as you adjusted to opening them, still fighting the urge to flutter them shut under the pain. The dim light swung overhead, a warehouse from the bare floors and even barer walls and ceilings overhead, barely illuminated in the flickering exposed lightbulbs hanging over the middle of the room.Â
âWhere am I?â You choked out, voice wavering in a way that made you want to grit your teeth and chide yourself for the fear that seeped into your words.Â
The quiet click of heels came closer, âDonât recognize me? Well I suppose you never did see my face in person,â and you knit your brows together as she stepped closer, leaning in far too near for your comfort, âI should thank you for your efforts in trying to find out what happened to me. It made it far easier to kidnap you,âÂ
Her hazel eyes were even more startling in person.Â
âThe Akawaza heiress,â you stare at her â her hair had grown a little past her shoulders now, ends slightly curling at them, âI thoughtââÂ
âI was missing? I was,â her lips curled, running her sharp lacquered nails through her black locks, âbut it was my choice,â the screech of chair legs scraping against the floor makes you flinch ever so slightly, as she sits in front of you, her legs crossed, âIâm being rude â how is your grandfather?âÂ
âFuck off,â you spit, and she clicks her tongue.Â
âAnd here I thought you had manners, but I suppose the cityâs changed you, little princess?â she hums, leaning back, wood of the chair creaking as she did, âor maybe your boyfriends did,â you say nothing, scoffing, as she sighs, âor knowing your grandfather, you probably didnât have any to begin with,âÂ
Rage fills your veins, lava bursting from them as the venom leaves your lips, âDonât talk about my grandfather like thatââÂ
âWhy shouldnât I? You never cared for the yakuza before, right? Is your grandfather not included in that equation? Or maybe it was because he kept what he did behind closed doors, and never bothered to tell you the truth,â and youâre not fast enough to stop your brow from furrowing, and she latches onto it, âOh he didnât tell you, did he?âÂ
âYou really love the sound of your own voice, donât you?â you murmur, and she laughs at your remark, her nails clicking against the forearm of the chair â lacquer on wood that began to grate on your nerves, âcan you get to the point of all this shit? Why the fuck am I here?âÂ
âBecause your grandfather is picking and choosing who he favors â and so I decided to take his heart, and Iâll only give her back if he gives me what I want â â and then you see the way her lips curl and her jaw is cut, and it occurs to you.Â
Your grandfather had said he was a heartbreaker.Â
âYouâre his granddaughter,â and she smirks, her nails falling still.Â
âDo you see the family resemblance?â she leans against her hand, elbow against the arm of her chair, âit would be nice to meet you â if I didnât have to possibly kill you,âÂ
âSo you want to be the heiress? I never wanted to be one in the first placeââÂ
âDo you think that matters?â she scoffs, âwhat matters is the choice your grandfather makes â and heâs chosen you â with no regard for the other children he has had,â her gaze falls downward, âdo you know what it is like to watch your mother vye for the approval of someone who never truly cared for her in the first place?âÂ
Your gaze falls downward, âI donât know,â you admit, âbut is all this worth this? What do you think he will even do for me?âÂ
âHeâll meet my demands, and each hour he doesnât, heâll get another finger of yours,â she pulls a knife out, the blade glinting in the dim light, as she rises to her feet, your body straining back as she draws close to you, running the flat of the blade down your cheek, âshould I start with your left hand or right?â she pulls the blade back, and you smile, âwhatââÂ
And you lean your head back and smash your head against her own. The crack of your skulls colliding rung in your ears, along with the knife clattering to the ground, as you felt warm droplets ran down your face, and she stumbles back, clutching at her forehead, scarlet staining her face and fingers, âItâs funny you think that I came to you without a plan â how do you think I found you?âÂ
âIt wasnât on her own,â and a hand on her shoulder, before sheâs pinned to the floor. Satoruâs eyes slide to you, a smile on his lips, as sheâs struggling, trying to look for her men, âlooking for your goons? Suguru has taken care of them by now, unless he needs my help,âÂ
âAkari isnât the only one who likes to hear herself talk,â Suguru runs his fingers through his hair, âSatoru, you havenât even untied her,â his footsteps echoing as he approaches you, bending down to pick up Akariâs knife.Â
âA little busy at the moment, Suguru,â Gojo has Akari pinned with one hand, âunless youâd like her to get away,â and Suguru shrugs, as he slips the knife under your restraints and cuts them off, âare you doing alright, sweetheart?âÂ
âIâm fine, just my headâs aching,â and Suguru pulls a cloth from his pocket, wiping the blood from your face, your eyes closing and nose wrinkling as he does, âdid you call my grandfather?âÂ
âYeah, I donât have a death wish,â Satoru replies as he hauls Akari up and hands her off to his associate to take her.Â
You get to shaky feet, âHold on,â you walk over, grabbing Akari by the front of her blouse, silk wrinkling under your grasp, âfuck with me or my family again, and I wonât be so lenient,â you shove her off, and then you add, âbut Iâll talk to my grandfather about some sort of possible arrangement for your mother,âÂ
And then you wave the yakuza off and they take her away â assuredly to Kyoto to be dealt with by her grandfather.Â
âAre you really going to talk to your grandfather about her?â Suguru asks, raising an eyebrow.Â
âItâs the least he could do since he caused me to be targeted,â you grumble, rubbing your wrists, as Satoru takes his suit coat off and places it around your shoulders, before a smirk pulls at your lips.Â
Suguru tilts his head, smiling, âWell, how would he feel if he knew you got kidnapped on purpose?â And you shrug.Â
âHe doesnât need to know that.âÂ
~~~
âIâm surprised you guys agreed to my plan,â you hiss as Satoru takes a damp cloth to clean the dried blood from your face, while Suguru is knelt, bandaging your ankles â their rough and bruised hands somehow still gentle, âI thought you would never let me wander into danger,âÂ
âWell, we knew we had to do something when we realized you were listening to us, didnât we, Princess?â Satoru snorted, and you could hear the smile gracing his features â even with your eyes shut â âand this was the best way to ensure you werenât hurt,âÂ
âRelatively,â Suguru adds, as he finishes bandaging one ankle, âdid she do anything else to you?âÂ
And Satoruâs hand pauses as they both wait for your answer, and you shake your head, âNo,â and Satoru pulls the washcloth away, your eyes fluttering open to meet two skeptical gazes, âreally, Iâm fine,â your lips curl after the two of them look away, Satoru turning to grab a bag of ice for your forehead, while Suguru busied himself with bandaging your other ankle, âis this threat the reason my grandfather sent me to Tokyo?âÂ
The timing had lined up â Akari had started the threats not a few months before â after she had reached legal age, the perfect age to contend for the position of successor to her grandfather. And by sending you here, your grandfather thought he was putting you out of immediate danger â but he didnât know Akari would make her way to Tokyo.Â
âMore or less,â Satoru sighed, as you flinched when he pressed the ice pack to your head, the condensation from the bag already clinging and dripping down your face, âthe geezer wanted to find the source of the threats against youâand by sending you here, to your potential fiancĂŠsââÂ
âI would be safe protected twofold by two of the biggest familiesââ and you blink, pulling the ice pack away from your face, âthe engagements â thatâs why they were leaked â it was to protect me,â you mumble, âso that meansââÂ
âYou can go home if you want, Princess,â Suguru says, looking up at you, expression as inscrutable as it always was, âthe engagements were only pretense,âÂ
âYou both knew?â And Satoru sighs, scratching the back of his head, and why does it feel as if his nails are carving out a piece of your heart.Â
âThe old coot swore us to secrecy, we didnât haveââÂ
âBut, everything, the two of youâŚthe engagementâitâs over,â you say slowly, gaze falling downward. You should be happy, relieved, thrilled â you could go home, what you wanted to do from the start. You could get your own apartment or transfer to a different universityâand leave this behind, a bad dream washed away by the events of a new day. So why?Â
Why did it hurt?Â
âDonât tell me youâll actually miss us, sweetheart?â Satoru teased, a force more than anything â bittersweet worded coated in a sugary sarcasm, âbecause I very well may propose here and now,âÂ
You almost scoff, but Suguru beats you to it.Â
âA proposal now? Seems like finishing early isnât what you just do in bed, Satoru,â Suguru scoffs, as Satoru shoots a glare over his sunglasses, âsheâs only eager to get home now isnât she? "If she isnât so eager,â he adds, âthen she would stop the one she wants from leaving her room, wouldnât she?âÂ
And Suguru is slowly getting to his feet, while Satoru also turns to leave â and you donât thinkâbut you were sure that you truly hadnât thought a single sane thought since you had arrived in Tokyoâ
You grab at the fabric of both their shirts, fingers clutching at it, as your lips curled when they glanced back at you.Â
âWho said either of you could leave?â
~~~
âYouâre going to have to use your words,â you murmured, fingers ghosting Satoruâs jaw, a delightful shiver parting his lips as you smiled at him, sat spread at the edge of your bed, âwhat do you want?â You stepped closer, between his legs, daring even closer.Â
âSweetheart, you know what Iââ and a low groan leaves his throat as your fingers slide to the nape of his neck to tug at his snowy locks, âpleaseââÂ
âI know you love this,â you murmur, leaning to press a kiss to his throat, smiling against his skin, âyou said you wanted me to hurt you, so it looks like youâre getting your wish,â your eyes slide to the other, sat in a chair, âI know you like to watch, Suguru, so you must be enjoying yourself,â and youâre further unbuttoning Satoruâs shirt all the same â crisp white button up definitely creased and wrinkled as it fell open, tugged out from his slacks.Â
Suguruâs fingers flexed against the grain of the wood of the armrests, his muscles taut, his lips a tight line that only matched the fabric of his slacks straining against his erection. The corner of his mouth twitches, and you smirk.Â
âI didnât hear an answer, Suguru,â and youâre placing another kiss on Satoruâs neck, a whine leaving his throat, while your eyes find Suguruâs amethyst gaze darkened to nearly black, his knuckles white against the wood, as you lean down to lick a stripe up Satoruâs neck, who bites his bottom lip.Â
âIâd enjoy it even more if I could touch you, or me,â Suguru adds through gritted teeth, âPrincessââÂ
And you click your tongue, âYou had such patience when you were watching me sleep â so whereâs that patience now?â Your fingers graze Satoruâs erection through his slacks, and his head is falling back, as Suguru shifts in his seat, not so subtly adjusting himself.Â
You undo Satoruâs belt, unbuckling it with ease, as his cock slaps against his stomach, and you didnât know it was possible for a dick to be pretty, but Satoruâs was â a deep flush settled over it, pearly beads of precum dripping from the ruby tip. And a distinct heat begins to throb between your thighs.Â
âYou can touch yourself,â you tell Suguru, his legs twitching to get up, âbut you canât cum until I tell you can,â you run a finger up Satoruâs cock, teasing the weeping tip, a groan leaving the snowy haired manâs lips, âstrip, Suguru,âÂ
And he does, you hear the click of his belt, the sound of fabric rustling, as your fingers tease the slit of Satoruâs cock, gathering precum on your fingers, drawing a grunt from his lips. You can hear the distinct sound of Suguru spitting in his palm, his hand beginning to work at his own cock.Â
âBoth sâgood for me,â you murmur, as you stroke Satoruâs cock in earnest, the quiet moans from both their mouths sending a ribbon of need to your already dripping cunt, âcanât wait to fuck you both, make you my toys,â and youâre pressing a kiss to Satoruâs tip, his pretty, pink lips parting, as his head rolls back again, âbut youâd both like that wouldnât you? Maybe I shouldnât let either of you cum, make you beg me all night,â as your tongue traces his lovely vein up the side of his cock, âwhat do you think, Toru?â And your mouth finally closes around his dick, sucking hard that draws a hiss from his lips, fingers fisted in the sheets.Â
And Suguru isnât doing much better, the sounds of his hand squelching and the moans leaving his lips growing louder and louder.Â
âPlease, Princess, Iâm close, I canâtââ and you click your tongue, a pout on your lips, as you pull away your touch, âbaby, IââÂ
âCanât let either of you cum so fast,â your eyes slide to Suguru, his cheeks flushed a lovely pink that reaches even his ears, as his hand slows, his cock twitching in his fingers, âgotta make you earn it. Itâs only right after all the shit you put me through right?âÂ
Itâs a cycle, a cycle of you bringing them both to the edge of orgasm, only to tell them to stop. Their sweat slicked brows wrinkled, as you worked them up once again and again and again â you had lost track of how many times.Â
âPlease, please, sweetheart,â and you knew you could get Satoru to beg, but you didnât think it would be this easy, and you let his dick brush against your throat, as you let him fuck your throat, hips jerking, âfuuuuck, I need toââÂ
And youâre pulling your lips from his cock with a pop, glancing at Suguru whose black locks are beginning to come loose from their neat bun, more of a mess now than he had been fighting yakuza earlier, and all because of you.Â
âSuguru? Wanna cum?â you ask, smirking as his gaze raises to meet yours, a desperate look that tells you everything you need to know, âbe a good boy and tell me,âÂ
He swallows, adamâs apple bobbing, as pre drips down his knuckles, âfuck, Princess,â heâs shaking his head, â I want to cum, please â I needââÂ
And your lips curl, âcum for me,â you murmur before youâre wrapping your lips around Satoru again, his tip brushing against your throat, sucking hard, his fingers finding purchase in your hair. And heâs cumming hard, his hot release slides down your throat, nails digging into your scalp, nearly never ending â even as you pull away, his cum paints your face and lips, and drips onto your clothes. His cerulean eyes glazed as he looked down at you between his legs, a string of spit and cum connecting you to his cock.Â
And Suguru was no better. He had cum hard all over his hand and the floor, his cock still somehow half hard, his body slumped back in the chair, as his chest heaved. His hair tie had long fallen away, his long black locks brushing against his shoulders.Â
You lick your lips clean of Satoruâs cum, wiping the rest away with the back of your hand, âMade such a mess,â you tsk, as you get to your feet, slipping off your shorts and shirt, before leaning down to kiss Satoru, and heâs still sensitive by the way he jolts against your touch, before melting into it, his tongue parted your lips with ease. And fuck, you hoped he couldnât see how wet you were â nearly dripping down your thighs at this point.Â
And youâre pulling away, your thumb dragging down his lips, as his teeth try to catch the finger between them, but youâre too quick. You turn, a smile on your lips, you make your way over to Suguru.Â
Youâre wiping up the mess on the floor with your shirt before kneeling, âmade such a mess, Sugu,â and heâs staring at you through half lidded eyes, his fingers brushing your cheek, âdid I say you could touch me?âÂ
âYou never said I couldnât,â he murmurs, and god, his voice is far gone, raw and nearly guttural, as his fingers found purchase in your hair, âand I think I earned it after your little performanceââ and he hisses when you lean in, tip of your tongue teasing his slit and licking the dripping cum off his half hard cock, âfuckââÂ
âNot yet,â you smiled, as you started to lick his cock clean of his cum, âbut maybe if youâre good,â he grunts as you sink is cock into your mouth, tongue swirling around his length, licking and sucking â and fuck, he was already twitching in your mouth.Â
And then heâs easing you off his dick with a tug of your hair, and youâre glancing up at him, a question on the tip of your tongue, but heâs swallowing it with a kiss, as his hands slip down your body to haul you nearly into his lap. Calloused palms find their way to your hips, squeezing lightly, as he pulls away, cupping your chin with his thumb.Â
âSuguruââ and you yelp as he picks you up with ease, placing you in Satoruâs lap whose hands wind their way around your waist, his fingers already beginning to tease your hardened buds through your bra, a gasp leaving your lips, as Suguru placed his on your neck with a smirk as he murmurs:
 âLet me show you how good we can be, sweetheart.âÂ
~~~~
âTell us what you want, princess,â Satoru murmured in your ear, his warm breath doing nothing to help the needy heat between your thighs, the one that Suguru was knelt between, his large palms spreading you before him, âis she as wet as I think, Suguru?âÂ
And Suguru catches your gaze, a wicked smile on his lips as he replies, âWetter, sheâs a mess, arenât you?â you bite your lip to stop a whimper from leaving your lips as his fingers graze the growing wet patch on your panties. And your squirming only makes Satoru grunt, his erection pressed against you, the friction doing little to help either of you.Â
âFuckers,â and Satoru clicks his tongue, a smile on his lips as he turns your head.Â
âThink I have a better use for that mouth of yours, sweetheart,â and his lips find yours, right as Suguru toys with the elastic of your panties, snapping it against your skin, Satoru swallows the small noise that escapes your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth as it does.Â
And god, you already canât even think straight.Â
Satoruâs fingers are pushing up your bra, teasing your nipples, as Suguru pressing a kiss to your dripping cunt through your soaked underwear.Â
âSo pretty,â Suguru murmurs, and Satoruâs lips part from yours, gaze darkening as he drags his thumb down your kiss ruined lips, and he tugs your drenched panties down, âand your cunt is even prettier, isnât it princess?âÂ
And you were â your gorgeous pussy was glossy with your pre, dripping all over his fingers when he parts your messy folds, âBet sheâs even tighter, isnât she?â Satoru murmurs, as his dick twitches against your ass, â
You whine as his words warm your aching pussy, your eyes flickering downwards, as Suguruâs lips graze your inner thigh, and you already know Satoruâs pouting.Â
âYouâre taking your goddamn time, Suguru, when do I get my chance?â He grumbles, nose brushing against your neck, as you canât help but chuckle.Â
âYou got your turn, and now itâs time for you to watch,â and your giggle turns to a soft gasp when his lips press a kiss to your clit, âand sweetheart, canât wait to see how youâll punish me for this later â because Iâm not stopping until you beg me to,â
Your lips part with a reply, but he pulls a moan from your lips instead as his tongue drags up the length of your weeping entrance. God, fuck, how did you taste this good? His tongue flicked against your puffy clit, drawing lazy circles, your slick already drenching his chin and lips.Â
âSo fucking good, baby, sâgood fâme,â and your fingers are threading their way into his dark locks, pulling him even closer, his lips closing around your clit to suck, âcould live in this pretty cunt,â he grunts, the tip of his tongue teasing your entrance.Â
Your head falls against Satoruâs shoulders, a groan fell from his lips as his cock dragged against your ass, your slick drenching his thighs and cock alike, âcanât wait to sink my cock into you, fuck,â Satoru murmurs, the wet squelch of your cunt rang in his ears, and he could imagine how wet and warm youâd be once he sunk into you, inch by inch.Â
And he couldnât wait â he needed to do something.Â
Satoruâs fingers found their way down your body, tweaking your nipple before one large palm dragged slowly down your front, until he found your clit right above Suguruâs face.Â
âToru,â you gasp, as his fingers pinch your clit and Suguru glares, pulling his lips away for a moment, only to sink a finger back in insteas, drawing a moan from your lips, âSuguâfuckââÂ
And itâs too much, one more touch and youâre cumming, body falling back into Satoru, as Suguru fucks you through your orgasm. Your release runs down their fingers, as Satoru lifts his hand a moment to lick his fingers clean.Â
God, youâre too pretty for your own good, Satoruâs eyes drag over you â your kiss ruined lips, skin shiny from your sweat, and the way your eyes were lost in an endless pool of lust.Â
âSuguru was right, youâre the sweetest thing Iâve ever tasted,â Satoru grin, gently turning your head, and youâre panting, nose wrinkling ever so slightly at his words, and he tuts, âdonât believe me? Well I can fix that,â and his lips find yours again, letting you taste yourself, swallowing your moans, as Suguru continued to finger fuck you.Â
Suguruâs finger stretches you open, fluttering, knuckle deep, as your precum drips down his fingers.Â
âRemember whoâs fucking this cunt, sweetheart,â and Suguru is, another finger parting your needy folds, and between Satoru rubbing your clit and Suguruâs fingers curling to find that one spot, drags against your insides, âfuck, how are we going to fit, Satoru? Sheâs still so tight,â Suguru grunts.Â
You pull your lips from Satoruâs, a whine leaving your lips, âMore, please, I needââ and a third finger joins the other two â but itâs not Suguruâs.Â
âFuck, youâre so fucking soft,â Satoru groans, pressing soft kisses to your skin, only serving to make you keen at their touch, and your walls flutter around their fingers.Â
âFuck, weâre trying to fuck her open and she just keeps getting tighter,â Suguru grunts, while Satoruâs lips find your earlobe, sucking, just as he adds another finger, a moan escaping your lips again.Â
Suguruâs fingers fuck at a steady pace, fucking deeper and deeper, while Satoruâs are faster, pistoning in and out while dragging against your walls â and itâs not long until they are working you up to a second orgasm, itâs too fucking good â and they both find that spot in you that has you seeing stars.Â
âIâm gânnaââ and Satoru finds your lips in a sloppy kiss, saliva slipping from the corner of your mouth. And you cum, even harder, your swollen folds clamping down on their fingers as they continue to fuck you unendingly through your orgasm. Your lips pull away, only to moan their names, again and again, until they finally slow down.Â
âGood girl,â Suguru murmurs, pressing sweet kisses to your thighs, while you come down from your high, walls flutter around nothing at the praise, while Satoru nips at your neck right above your racing pulse. And your eyes find Suguru lazily palming his weeping erection, as you lift your bare foot to rub against it, making him hiss, while you rub against Satoru teasingly.Â
âDonât forget whoâs in control,â you kiss Satoru again, before biting his bottom lip, and heâs melting into your touch, âand, you were good,â your foot rubs against Suguruâs cock again, drawing another pretty groan from his lips, âbut now itâs time to be obedient.âÂ
And they are â as you have Satoru sit back against the pillow lined headboard, because if it was anything you knew now â Satoru loved to be controlled, while Suguru liked the illusion of control, even if he didnât have even a bit of it. So you have Suguru kneeling behind you, as you climb into Satoruâs lap, a small groan leaving his lips as your cunt grazes his hard cock.Â
âSuch a good boy, arenât you, Toru?â your fingers run through his hair â and god, his undercut was so fucking hot, as your fingers found his cock, letting the tip tease your soaked folds, as you line yourself up, âtell me what you want,âÂ
âFuck, princess, yâknow what I want,â and a whine leaves his throat when you let his tip sink into you, only to pull out.Â
âCome on, nothing else to say? You always love running that mouth, donât you? You wanted this, wanted me to ruin you, didnât you? Well here we are,â you hum, as you press a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth, âbeg me,âÂ
And his dick twitches, painfully hard, and the words spill from his lips, âPlease, please, sweetheart, use me, use my cock as a toy, want you to fuck me so bad, make me yoursââ and youâre sinking onto his cock, his length parting your folds, as moans fall from both of your lips. And he bottoms out, your hips meeting his as you do, and you can feel every vein, every ridge, every inch notched inside your walls.Â
âToru, fuck, sâgood, sâbig,â it feels too fucking good, and heâs so long â god, he was brushing against places you never even dreamed of reaching. And your pussy clenched at the thought of how deep he would go when he would start thrusting.Â
âSure you have space for me, Princess?â Suguru leans back over to press kisses all over your face, before finding your lips in a heated kiss, âmight be too tight of a fit,â his nose brushing against your cheek.Â
âIâll make you fit,â you murmur against his lips, your hands against Satoruâs chest, as you shift to cup his chin, âget behind me, Sugu,âÂ
Suguru smirks, slipping behind you, pressing himself against your back, dragging his cock teasingly against you, âSo needy â youâre worse than Satoru,â and Satoru makes a noise of protest, but your walls flutter, making his back arch, âwant me inside you, sweetheart?â And his tip teases at your entrance, brushing against Satoruâs cock, causing all three of you to moan, âtell me how much you want us to fuck you, how much you want both of us inside you,âÂ
âFucker, I swear to god,â you turn your head, your glare undercut by the desperation on your face, âjust fuck meâÂ
And Suguru sinks into you, your head falling back against him, as both of their cocks stretch your cunt out. You were so fucking full. And the way your walls clenched around them was nearly enough to make them cum. Their groans come in unison.Â
âFuck, Princess, you donât have to break our dicks off â weâll fuck you again,â Suguru grunts, his rough palms sliding to your hips to squeeze them.Â
âSâgood, sweetheart, so fucking right for us,â and you canât think straight with the two of them inside of you, and youâre moaning.Â
âPlease, moveââ and they oblige, beginning to fuck you. You moved against Satoru, riding him as best you can, while Suguru fucked you from behind, his balls slapping against your ass.Â
Suguru drives into you at a steady pace, causing you to rock against Satoru, your hips pressed against his, as they both drive deeper and deeper into your wet cunt.Â
âSâgood, so pretty,â Suguru presses sweet kisses to your neck, while Satoruâs eyes flutter open to meet yours, âIâm close, SatoruââÂ
âMe too,â Satoru manages, and his hips begin to meet your thrusts, âyou gonna cum for us princess?â And he finds your gaze, the fucked out expression enough to nearly make him cum right there.Â
A whine leaves your lips, as they continue to fuck you, and you know youâre so close. And then they find that spot in you again, and youâre falling apart, lips parted in a moan, both their names on your lips. You clamp down on them, toes curling as you cum, and neither of them can last. Their hips stutter as they give sloppy thrusts, until they both cum,Â
They groan your name as they spurt their thick cum inside, notching themselves as deep as they could, continuing to fuck their cum inside you with messy thrusts.Â
A whimper escapes your lips between pants, as your arms and legs shake from your position, utterly fucked out. You three stay like that for a moment, both of their sweet nothings they murmur to you falling on deaf ears.
And then finally they are shifting you onto the bed, pressing soft kisses to your face and neck, as your eyes flutter shut. Thereâs shifting on the bed, as one of them leaves for a moment, and you make a noise, only to be reassured that heâll be right back.Â
Your eyes finally flutter open to find Satoru and Suguru cleaning you up with a wet washcloth, and your gaze finds both of their own. Your lips curl at the sight of them, their gentle gaze enough to make your heart ache.Â
âCome back,â you whine, and they both chuckle, as they begin to finish drying you off, before tossing the washcloth into the wastebasket, and crawling back beside you. They help you pull a shirt on, before settling in.Â
âSo needy,â Satoru murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, even as he buries his face in your chest, his warm breath tickling you as you run your fingers softly through his white locks. And Suguru presses himself to your back, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, his arm around your waist, and yours resting on top of his.Â
âWhat will we do with her?â Suguru mutters, and you can hear the smirk in his tone.Â
âShut up,â you mumble, your eyes beginning to feel heavy, as you give into the warmth that enveloped you from their bodies, as it lulled you to sleep. And your lips curled into a smile, a smile that had you wondering right before you slipped into sleepâ
When was it that you fell for them?Â
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You couldnât do this. Not to them.Â
Thatâs what you had decided come morning â waking up between entangled limbs and soft breaths against your skin â how could you? You felt Satoru shift closer to you, as you leaned into his touch, running your fingers through Suguruâs black locks. You were addicted to their touch only after one night, and now you had to spend the rest of your life without it.Â
It was the only way.Â
This whole thing was ridiculous to begin with â you never cared to be involved in the yakuza to begin with. You wanted a normal life â or at least as normal of a life you could have with who your grandfather was. You had never expected to end up wrapped up in all of this â and in both of them.Â
But you didnât know if you could choose between them â and you knew, you had to. It wasnât fair to either of them â not when they had asked you to choose last night and they had indulged you in both of them. And now, you didnât want to let either of them go.Â
So you had to let both of them go.Â
You shifted slowly to sit up, Your fingers traced Satoruâs cheek lightly, as you toyed with a strand of Suguruâs hair. They both still stayed fast asleep, quiet snores filling the silence of the early morning, deep in the embrace of sleep after the events of last night and the last few weeks. You didnât want to be someone like your grandfather â you didnât know what you wanted and that was enough of an answer wasnât it?
The two shift in their sleep, and your body grows heavy, your back still aching from last night, as you lie back down beside them, running your fingers over both of their arms.Â
Even if you had your answer, you didnât have to face it for another few hours. And their bodies shifted, Satoru burying his face in the nape of your neck, while you rested against Suguruâs chest. This was enough â enough to last you a lifetime, wasnât it? Your eyes fluttered shut, sinking slowly back to sleep. You had told your grandfather youâd break their hearts âÂ
âbut you didnât know you would be breaking yours as well.Â
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âWhat do you mean sheâs gone?â Satoru narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms, as Suguru stepped aside to show the empty room you had left behind â a bare husk with nothing left behind, not even a note.Â
It had been a day.Â
When Satoru had woken up beside you, he could have sworn he was still dreaming, even as he grazed your skin gently with the back of his knuckles, he still couldnât quite believe it. And when he spotted Suguru pressing kisses to your cheek, he knew it was real.Â
âHow long have you been awake?â Satoru raised an eyebrow, âitâs not fair to have your fun while we were asleep,âÂ
And Suguru rolled his eyes, as he rubbed the back of his knuckles gently against her cheek, âI just woke up, and all I did was kiss her, you idiot,âÂ
âNot fair, that means I have to kiss her too,â Satoru murmurs, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead and cheek, and one even to your nose. Your nose wrinkles in your sleep, and Satoruâs lips quirk upwards, âsheâs so exhausted from last night still,âÂ
âShe is,â Suguru hums, as he tilts his head, âwhat are we going to do about last night?âÂ
Satoru pauses a moment to consider, âWell, what is there to discuss? She chose us both, didnât she?â Satoru leaned close to you, to press a kiss to your head.Â
âShe did,â Suguru props himself up with his elbow on his side, âI thought you werenât one to share,âÂ
And Satoru shrugged â he wasnât one to share, he wanted what was his to be his alone, but with you â the more people to protect you, the better, âIf itâs what makes her happy, I donât mind,â and he adds, âand I donât mind if itâs you that Iâm sharing with,âÂ
Suguru raises an eyebrow, a chuckle on his lips, âIs that so? Well, good,â as he runs a finger through your hair, âbecause I feel the same.âÂ
But Satoru supposed you didnât.Â
âWhen did sheââÂ
âMy father told me she contacted her grandfather this morning, and let them know she was leaving â and her single request was to send us away on business so we wouldnât be able to stop her,â and Satoru gives a bitter chuckle.Â
âSo thatâs it?â Satoru crosses his arms, âwhy did sheââ and he cuts himself off, âhave you tried to callââÂ
âIâm blocked, I assume you are too,â Suguru shook his head, a silence settling over the two of them that Satoru chose to break.Â
âDo we go after her?â And Suguru pauses, his brow wrinkling a moment, before he sighs, shaking his head.Â
âIf she comes back, it has to be her choice,â Suguru slid his hands into his pockets, âotherwise, weâre back to square one,â and he adds, âand I donât think I can go back after last night.âÂ
Suguru steps away, heading back down the hallway, and Satoru follows.Â
No, Satoru thinks, sparing one glance at the empty room, before pulling the door shut, neither could he.Â
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âWhy did you come back?â You set another box down, wiping the sweat from your brow, your grandfather simply watching as you brought your things back into your room.Â
âWhat a warm welcome,â you scoff, as you head back out to pick up another â the other staff had offered to help, but you had waved them off, lifting another box, your back still aching â and now you were starting to regret it. But you knew if you didnât do something to distract yourself â your phone taunting you on the top of your desk â youâd do something youâd regret.Â
And youâd already filled your quota for the next six months at least.Â
âDonât get me wrong, kid,â the geezer sighed, as he watched you bring the last of the boxes in, âIâm glad youâre back and the matters are all settled â but,â he tilts his head, âyou seem more miserable than before,âÂ
âIâm just tired,â you reply, but his furrowed brow says heâs unconvinced, as you grab a box cutter and begin to open up the boxes, beginning to sort through your things, âand still trying to wrap my head around the fact you lied to me,âÂ
And he sighs, âthis isnât about me right now â itâs about youââÂ
âHow convenient,â you mutter under your breath.Â
âYouâre in love, arenât you?â And you canât help but freeze for a moment, until you force yourself to continue unpacking, pulling out some of your clothes from the box, âwhich one is it?âÂ
The question stabs between your ribs like a well thrust sword between the ribs, finding the center of the problem â along with your heart.Â
âGrampsââÂ
âSo itâs both of them?â and you whirl on him, your eyes narrowing, and he chuckles, holding up his hand, âI didnât spy â I just took a guess,â he sighed, as he pulled out your desk chair and took a seat in it, âand it looks like I was right,âÂ
You swallow, your eyes falling to the floor, âI didnât cheat, if thatâs whatââÂ
He laughs, âI know you arenât like me, little one,â he leans back in the chair, hands folded in his lap, âyou arenât one to lie â because I know thereâs more you hate than liars,â and his gaze grows a little sadder, âAnd Iâm sorry I had to become one of them,âÂ
You grit your teeth, âIâm not mad at you â Iâm justââ you choose your words carefully â because youâre angry, you were upset â upset that he felt as if he couldnât trust you, âwondering why you didnât tell me the truth,âÂ
He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck, âMy past isnât something Iâm proud of, and I wanted to deal with it without involving you,â he sighed, âafter everything with our family â I didnât want to give you another reason to distance yourself from me,âÂ
âLying to me isnât a better option than that,â he rubs the back of his head, âyou have to make it right for Akari and her mother â as well as if you have any other kidsâI donât need to know,â you add, when he opens his mouth, âit isnât fair to them,â and it would be no fairer to not choose between Satoru and Suguru.Â
âYouâre right,â he raises a brow, âis that the problem? You canât choose between the two of them, eh?â and your gaze refuses to meet his, âhave you talked to them about it?â and your silence serves as an answer, âthen I think you should take your own advice and talk to them about it,âÂ
âWhat will that do?â you murmur, âthey still will want me to chooseââÂ
âDo you know that for a fact?â he crosses his arms, âI think you owe it to them and to yourself to talk to them, and to your grandfather who canât stand to see you this miserable at home,âÂ
âDo you think it will change anything?â and he shrugs.Â
âMaybe it will or maybe it wonât,â he tilts his head, as he pulls out his phone to call you a car, âbut if itâs a chance for you to be happy, isnât it worth taking?âÂ
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âI want to marry you both,âÂ
And again, your statement is met with confused stares, as you had all but pulled up to their compound and entered to find them seated together discussing business in a side room â and their stares were still anything but average â but to you now, they meant so much more.Â
âNot marry you right now, but maybe eventually,â adrenaline was surely pumping through your system, right? Thatâs probably why your hands were shaking and your mouth was dry, but even so you knew you needed to say it before they spoke, âIâm sorry for leaving the way I did. I told myself after we first met I wouldnât be a coward, but I was when I ran away, and I donât have any excuse,â you swallowed, âbut I know what I want â and I want both of you, as selfish as that feels,â guilt crawled up your throat at the statement of that sentence, as if begging you to swallow the words that spilled from your lips back up, âand I donât know how either of you feel â but if we were to do this, I would want us to be honest andââÂ
And the screech of their chairs takes you aback, and you felt your cheeks burn, was this it?Â
But instead of brushing past you, they stand in front of you, one of them tilting your head upwards to meet their gazes.Â
âTook you long enough, sweetheart,â Satoruâs lips curled, his hand cupping your cheek, âI know we said we wanted you to hurt us, but not like that,â
âSent us away just to ghost us,â Suguru clicked his tongue, his fingers still under your chin, âIâll have to plant a tracker on you again,âÂ
You shake your head, âWait, what? Are you both okayââÂ
âWe did say weâd kill the other for your hand, but,â Suguru presses a kiss to your forehead, âBut now we realize the more eyes watching you, the better, and,â he shrugs, âwe donât mind sharing if itâs just with the other,âÂ
âAnd I know youâll prefer me sooner or later,â Satoru adds, earning a glare from Suguru, as you only chuckle, âSuguru is always so grumpyâow!â Suguru smacks on the back of the head, as the black haired yakuza wraps his arms around you, pressing your back to his front.Â
âAnd you are always too busy running your mouth,â Suguru replies, pressing a kiss to your cheek, âsure you can handle both of us in your life?â and you pull Satoru close too, letting his lips brush yours, before turning and pressing a kiss to Suguru.Â
âShouldnât you be asking yourselves that?â you say, as the two of them wrap an arm around you, âI am supposed to ruin your lives after all.âÂ
⧠a/n: so this has been a longtime coming. i was supposed to be working on prof geto (5) + my nanami celebration fic but this took over my life and wouldn't let go until i finished. so i hope you guys enjoy!! and this is my reminder why i don't write multi partner scenes like this often because its....difficult. thank you to @gaylatteart for reading and putting up with me <333
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'TRYNA GET YOUR BABY MAMA FULL OF THAT DICK !
đđđđđŽđŤđ˘đ§đ â jing yuan, blade, luocha x fem!reader
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ & đ§đ¨đđ â n/sfw content, cheating, squirting, dumbification, neglect (from the husband), overstimulation, toxic relationships, dirty talk, petnames, reader is married, cucking, cowgirl, possessiveness (blade), vouyerism, luocha is your family doctor, etc ⢠i never thought id write something like this but here we are lol anyway, happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! minors dni & not proofread
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"bounce on me just like that, baby," jing yuan groaned, palming the fat of your ass as you rode him on your husband's couch. "s'big â you're so big, ji," you bit your lip, trying your best to suppress any moans â not wanting your neighbours to suspect anything.
"yeah? even bigger than him?" a sleazy grin adorned jing yuan's lips, your back arched so sinfully as he thrusted up into you. "ngh â!" you threw your head back, clawing his broad shoulders with your pretty nails, that your husband paid for you to get done.
"answer me, sweet girl," he whispered, fondling your bouncing tits before pulling and pinching at your hardened nipples. "d-don't tease!" you swatted at his hand, which only made him pinch harder.
" 'm not teasing, so serious right now baby," his droopy eyes were glinting with mischief â he knew he looked good. you gasped when his hand reached down to flick and rub at your clit, licking his lips at the way you clenched down on his cock.
"gonna cum, pretty?" he captured your lips in a heated kiss before you could even answer him â as if he already knew what you were gonna say. you could practically feel your eyes rolling from the pleasure behind your closed lids, pussy gushing all over his thighs and abdomen â drenching his cock in your juices.
" yesyesyes â 's so big, so much bigger than him â!" you babbled into the messy kiss, back arching even more and pressing your tits against his own chest â
"that's what i thought."
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muffled grunts of complaint escaped your husband's gagged mouth, hard cock straining against the rough fabric of his slacks.
"enjoying the view, cheating piece of shit?" blade had you spread eagle on you and your soon-to-be ex husband's shared bed â with you chanting his name like a prayer everytime his cock hit that one spot with unbelievable precision.
"mmph!" your husband growled â veins popping out from his forehead as he tried his best not to hump the air. fuck, you looked borderline delirious getting split open by your co-workers cock; pupils dilated with lust â practically having hearts swimming in your eyes for blade.
"look at 'em, baby â look at how fuckin' hard the bastard is," he forcibly turned your head over to your husband and the man almost didn't recognise you â tongue lolling out with each heavy thrust from blade, sweat dripping down your sinful body.
you didn't even pay attention to the tied-down man â all too focused on the way blade's thick cock rearranged your guts. "see how she turns into a dumb little slut for my dick?" blade spat, cockiness dripping from his words â sharp hipbones digging into the soft skin of your thighs with each slam of his hips.
"who does this pussy belong to?" blade turned your head back to face him, licking the tears that rolled down your heated cheeks. "y-you! all yours â it belongs to you!" you babbled mindlessly, causing a devilish smile to appear on blade's lips â
"oh yeah? and what's my name?"
"bladeeeâ! oh fu-fuck, bla-de!" you cried out before spraying your juices all over him â some of it even coating his abs.
"good fuckin' girl."
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"are you sure you wanna do this?" luocha whispered against your lips, his minty breath filling your senses. "please," you begged, rolling your hips on his lap to show your want â no, need for the blonde man.
it's not like your husband was a good man either â always out drinking and partying, while you stayed at home. alone. he brushed you off everytime you asked about the lipstick stains on his collar â saying you were being dramatic, you were sick of it. could he really blame you for wanting luocha? the young, handsome family doctor â who was also a gentleman at heart.
"i've got you," luocha's smooth, velvety voice cut off your train of thought, a gloved hand tilting your chin up before pressing his lips to yours. his other hand found purchase at your hip, before snaking up to wrap itself around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
you couldn't help but moan into the kiss â he was certainly good at this, better than your husband, at least. luocha was elegant but warm â the complete opposite of your husband, who was rough and neglectful. the softness of the kiss had you melting in his touch.
a gasp left your lips when luocha flipped you over, your back now turned to him while you laid on your tummy. "luocha.." you all but whined, pushing your ass back against his rigid cock, earning a soft groan from him. he pushed your sundress up, bunching the thin fabric at your waist â "no panties?" he mused, landing a playful slap on your plush ass. gloved hands found your cunt before you could answer, rubbing your bare folds.
an amused chuckle left the man once he felt how damp you were, "already this wet? hmm.. the mister has been neglecting you quite a bit, hasn't he? worry not, i will take great care of you."
Šosachiyoâ do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciatedâĄ
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Sundered 7: TIES
Pairing: Gojo x reader
⢠Part 1  | Part 2  | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Alt. Ending
Genre:Â Angst
tags/cw:Â angst, babydaddy!gojo, babymomma!reader, motherhood, insecurities, arguments, mentions of sexual assault
word count: 6.0k
And he was happy. But never the happiest.
Naomi couldnât count how many calls she had made but the wetness in her cheeks is proof of how frustrated she already is. âPlease, pick up.â She bit the inner side of her cheeks, tapping her feet on the tiled floor. Naomi regrets what she did. She regretted that she still proceeded despite knowing how wrong it was.
She warned herself not to be greedy at the beginning of their relationship. She remembered telling him theyâd take it step by step, not rushing anything because they were determined to make it work. Now that sheâs thinking about it, maybe heâs only determined because he wanted to forget about you so badly.
âMom, please. He threw me out.â Naomi spoke on the phone, tapping her feet as she stood in the middle of her room with her things around her. She took all the things necessary and left. Satoru would probably put everything she left in the trash but thatâs the least of her concern right now. She lost everything she had with Satoru and itâs all because of her stupidity.
âWhat did you expect? You sexually assaulted my son and you want me to help you?â The woman hissed at her. Naomi was naive; thinking that sheâll have her back just because she wanted her for Satoru. âIf anything I could even get you arrestedââ She began but Naomi was quick to defend herself.
âYouâre part of this. Didnât you basically tell me to use a child to keep your son?!â Tears of anger pooled in her eyes as her hands shook in fear, fury, and heartbreak. Naomi remembered when Satoruâs mom would free her schedule so she could spend time with him and Yui. She would suggest activities and let Naomi tag along and thatâs how they started to fall for each other.
Or rather, thatâs how she started to fall for him while he just wanted an escape.
âBut I never told you to do that to my son! Naomi, do you really think someone would side with you on this?â Every corner of Naomiâs room felt like they were closing in on her, ready to squeeze her till she was nothing but dust. Of course, no one would be with her. No matter what Satoruâs mother told her, she still chose to follow it so the blameâs on her.
âFor someone who finished school with flying colors, your mind is dull.â She chuckled, letting Naomi hear all she truly is. âYou got a pretty face, you know? Thatâs another reason why you caught Satoruâs eyes easily.â At that point, Naomi didnât know if it was still a compliment. Sheâs pretty and kind, and smart and perfect for him, like she said. But why canât she have all of him?
âBut Iâm afraid that pretty face would be useless now. If I were you Iâd go start over alone somewhere far.â She clicked her tongue, cutting Naomiâs thoughts off every time she tried to voice them out. âLike, imagine graduating only to get jailed over some dumb, desperate shit? Naomi, you screwed up. And thatâs why you lost all chances with my son.â
Naomi shook her head, the warmness of her emotions dampened the smooth skin of her face. âNo, you made meâŚâ She breathed out, covering her mouth before running her fingers through her hair. âI didnât want to do thatâŚNo.â She bawled and bawled but the line only went more and more silent.
She fucked up and sheâs right. The shame and the loss of self-respect are not something she could live through in this city. She must go, she must leave. Like how they always did when she was a kid; fleeing the scene with her embarrassment of a family who canât live without humiliating them. They have no decent source of living so they gotta strive.
Now, sheâs doing all of it again, all while losing all of it. Again.
âSave yourself. I wonât let them know of your plan. After all, you were once of help to my child. Iâm truly sorry.â With that, the call ended; with Naomi sitting on the floor as she put a balled hand over her throbbing chest, and the thought of going away to start as someone new settled in the middle of her head. Naomi learned a lot from all the troubles she went through.
This time, she learned that you could have someone's body but their heart could still be somewhere else.
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âWhat is it?â Satoru heard through the phone speaker. Taking a deep breath, he shut his eyes, letting relief flood his veins and calm his shaking flesh. âWhen are you free?â There was a long pause before Satoruâs father replied, âYou know I can make time.â Clearing his throat, Satoru massaged his temples, thanking the heavens that his nightmares werenât real.
âLetâs meet later if thatâs alright.â He whispered, scared that his voice would break. Satoru knows that he is the only link between the relationship of his parents. Just like how his older brother wouldâve been the connection his father was hoping to keep his first, real love close. Until they got tired of it all; the matters brought by his mother. And him.
Just like how she drained Satoru out. And right now he just wanted to run away from her too.
âOf course, just send me the exact time.â Satoru nodded as if his father could see him, âAre you alright?â He asked after a few seconds as if sensing the trouble from his sonâs voice. âYeah, much better now, at least.â Satoru rubbed his eyes as he shook his head, eyeing the negative results of the vaginal swab test. âDad, Mom canât know.â
Heâs almost sure that the request would prompt questions from his father, knowing that heâs aware of how close he is to his Mom. But he was surprised when he simply agreed, murmuring an âOkay.â before letting his son end the call. Satoru pictured him on his office chair as he nodded away, brows furrowed with worry like he always is when it comes to family matters.
When Satoru was a child, his nanny would tell him that his father wasnât always so workaholic when his ex-wife was still there, co-parenting with him. After she ran away and left, his father started to immerse himself in work more. He knows that he tried with his mother since they were already there and married. But it was just never the same.
His father was happy with them. But he could never be the happiest again.
Leaning back on the chair, he put a hand over his eyes and let his frustrations stream down his cheeks. He let out a shaky sigh, grabbing the papers before looking at them in a brighter light. Itâs negative. Nothing happened. You woke him up just in time. He tapped on Naomiâs contact, quickly typing his last message before attaching a photo of the results.
âIâm mailing the rest of your things tomorrow.â It only took a minute for her to respond with an apology but Satoru doesnât care anymore to read it. He blocked the number as soon as he made sure that she received and read the message. He doesnât want to be anywhere near her.
He knows he is wrong for not telling her about his feelings as soon as he can. But that doesnât equal what she did to him and what she almost got them into. Satoru checked the clock before sending the time to his father, hoping to end all of this mess before the mess ended him.
His mother has been calling him nonstop, and he always had to pretend that he was not home during the previous days. He stayed in watching movies with his little girl, sending you videos and pictures every now and then. He slept in her room during those days, a desperate attempt to calm his brain down. His head hurts from overthinking.
Putting the papers back into the envelope, Satoru took it with him to his room. He made sure to put it in his bedside drawer, just in case some other shit comes up. If this happened before, heâd probably think that Naomi is not that kind of person. But after what she did to him, all of the trust and admiration she has for her went to waste.
Changing into something more comfortable, Satoru tried to take a quick nap. He doesnât want to look this tired when he meets his father. Heâd probably convince him to get a general checkup just to make sure that nothing was wrong. Satoru knows that if it werenât for him, his father wouldnât ever put up with his mom. Heâd probably spend his whole life searching for his ex-wife.
A few hours of nap felt like nothing because when Satoru woke up, he still felt tired. The only difference is his heartbeat doesnât sound like itâs trying to come out of his chest anymore unlike when he was waiting for the results. A little progress is still progress; just like how heâs trying to make it all up to you.
If Satoruâs being honest, heâd fall down to his knees and beg you to take him back if you asked him to do it. The only thing stopping him is his brain telling him how happy you are right now and how he wouldnât want to destroy that. He canât force himself to stop thinking about you but he can force himself to move on if itâs for you.
Satoru leaned his elbows on the kitchen counter, reading a text from his father saying that he was on his way. Another text was from you; it was a picture of Yui holding up a coloring book and a crayon. He was just with her earlier but he misses her already. He wondered if he could visit when he doesnât have other things to do even if itâs not his schedule yet.
Sending a response with a small smile on his face, Satoru heard the doorbell ring, signaling his fatherâs arrival. He peeked through the spaces of his window curtains to ensure that it was him before opening the door. Satoruâs still unsure of what heâll say but he hopes that his father can give him a better solution.
Satoru thought that if he ever cut ties with his mother, itâd be for you and Yuiâs safety. He didnât think that itâd be for him too. âDad,â He gave his father a hug as he stepped in, following his son as they walked to his house. âWhatâs going on?â He asked as soon as Satoru closed the door. They walked to the kitchen, settling on one of the barstools.
âItâs because of momâŚâ He began, placing a glass pitcher atop the counter.
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âSmile~ Weâll send this to Dada.â You cooed, pointing at the camera as you tried to take a picture of your daughter. At first, she didnât want to do it, wanting nothing but to play with her book and crayons but when she heard that her Dad wanted to know about it, she got real creative with the pose. âYou donât listen to Mama, anymore.â You pouted at her as you hit send.
She scrunched her nose, sticking out her tongue at you before picking on her colors. You still canât forget how dead Satoru looked when he dropped Yui off. You wondered what he talked about with his mother that caused him to be like that. Even with the soft tone of his voice, you could hear roughness that probably came from the lack of sleep.
If it concerns you, then you definitely have to know. His mother probably said something bad about you, but you doubt that itâs affecting Satoru by how he was talking and looking at you. He just looked so done with all of it, but even so, there was still a tender look in his eyes when they met yours.
You sighed while looking at your phone as you waited for a text from Toji. Heâs been so busy with work lately, youâre just glad that you already talked about your problems. You had a feeling that it wouldnât end well had it stayed unsaid for a couple more days. It wasnât completely back to normal, but at least, youâre both trying to make it better for each other.
âI would try,â He whispered to your ear as he hugged you from behind, âI canât promise not to think of herââ You turned around, looking up at him with a solemn look in your eyes, âIâm not asking you to not think of her, thatâd be selfish of me.â He nodded, kissing your forehead, âAlright, what I mean is, I wonât make any comparisons.â You hummed.
âI need you to stop worrying about Satoru and I.â You put your head on his chest, âI know itâs easier said than done, but I just want you to know that I am with you.â Your fingers traced figured on his skin, âIâm keeping that in mind.â He placed his cheek on top of your head, sighing deeply as he let go of you.
âIâm taking Megumi to my Momâs.â He pushed your hair back with his fingers, making your eyes flutter close as you felt his face get closer to yours and his breath ghosting on your lips. âIâll see you later.â He pecked your lips, âTake care, I love you.â He murmured as he gave you a long kiss, before turning to get their stuff.
One thing that you notice about Toji is that he never waits for you to say anything back. You donât want to take the words lightly, but that doesnât mean that you donât feel the same way as him. You still have a long way to go, and you donât want to rush anything. When you mention it to him, he just says that he needs you to hear it.
âMama, look!â Your daughter pulled you out of your head as she showed you a picture of a cat, âDada buy Yui.â You looked closely at the picture, laughing as you realized that she was talking about the cake that they ate. âYeah, you're right! That's what Dada bought you!.â You patted her head as she giggled.
âYui, baby. Did meemaw come to see you?â You held her small hands, trying to keep her attention to you. âNo. No meemaw.â She pulled at your hair gently, trying to color it with her crayons. âWhat aboutâŚwhat about Naomi?â You canât help but chuckle as she pretended to think, eyes looking up as she pouted her lip.
âNo Naomi!â Her answer gave you a bit of an insight. You would assume that maybe she was just busy, but hearing about how Satoruâs mother reduced her workload made you doubt it. Satoru sent you tons of pictures during his time with her but you thought that Naomi just wasnât in the frame.
If the âtalkâ between her and Satoru didnât end well, you could only assume that he already told her about it. Heâs probably down because he wouldnât want to hurt her like that. With all the progress Satoru has made, you doubt that heâd be so happy to have broken a heart. She was still once a friend to him.
A heavy feeling settles in the middle of your chest, like an anchor weighing your heart down, thinking about how his mother would probably find a reason to drag you for it. But if thatâs the case, youâre sure that Satoru wouldnât let harm come to you.
With how gentle Naomi was, you couldnât think of a worse thing to happen.
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âWhat did she do this time?â His father looked away, clicking his tongue. If one would ask Satoru, his parents wouldâve probably divorced years ago if it werenât for him. His father knows how he is with his mother, and the thought of giving him a hard time switching between the two of them pained him.
Satoru wished that he thought about it too before he decided to go and selfishly start over with someone else. Your words the night he confessed to you echoed in his head. He came to a realization that you probably wanted to ask him to come back but held yourself back as he let you know how happy he was with Naomi.
And he was happy. But just like his father, he was never the happiest.
âI donât really know how to open this up to youâŚâ He bit his lip, ââŚBut I just want this to be over, Dad.â Satoru felt so vulnerable at that moment. The only time he had a talk this serious with his Dad was when he found out about your pregnancy. It was just more of a news, unlike right now, which is a call for help.
âNaomiâŚMom and Naomi talked aboutâŚâ His fatherâs eyes coaxed him as if sensing his distress. âNaomi tried toâŚâ Shaking his head, Satoru breathed out. âNaomi wanted to conceive. Because our relationship was falling apart.â He can see his Dadâs brows pull together to a scowl, probably getting a hint of what happened.
âShe talked to Mom about it and sheâŚâ The man sat up straight, bouncing his leg like he already knew what his wife did. âShe said Mom brought up the thing about how you and him got together.âIt was hard to talk about this to his father, knowing how sensitive it can be for him. âNaomi told me about it. I recorded it, just in caseââ
âSatoru, what did your girlfriend do?â Satoru looked down, fingers fidgeting like he was a kid again. âAnd your motherâs involved? What happened?â Rubbing his face, Satoru threw away all his fears. If heâs not going to fix these problems, then who will? âShe got me drunk, and then she tried to sleep with me.â He blinked fast, watching his fatherâs face.
âI heard her talking to Mom on the phone, and I took it from her. Thatâs how I found out that she played a part in all of it.â It was hard for him to accept. The person he used to protect, the one he always tried to understand was the same person who betrayed and put him in this position; the position that also made his father the person he is today.
Another long silence surrounded them. His fatherâs hand was balled into a fist, covering his mouth as he blankly stared at the marble surface. âWhereâs Naomi?â His father pulled out his phone, and Satoru could tell just what he was about to do. âI donât know. Iâm sending her things away. Iâm cutting her off. Iâm filing a protective order against her and momââ
Satoru didnât get to finish his sentence before his father spoke again, probably finally taking in the information he just provided him. âIâm divorcing your mother.â His mouth fell half-open. His voice was low, serious, and full of all the grief that heâs been feeling for years ever since he lost his first wife and son. âAnd Iâm sending that woman to jail.â He added, raising a finger.
âThereâsâŚI donât want that.â He breathed out, earning a questioning look from his dad. âYou donât have to send her to jail. IâŚI messed up if I just told her that I still have feelings for Y/N, then she wouldnât have resorted to that. She wouldnât have talked to Mom and this wouldnât have happened.â He stood up, leaning on the counter as he squeezed his eyes shut.
Satoru thought about it too when he caught her in the act. But after some reflection, he realized his shortcomings, his mistake of not just telling her about what was really going on. Even though there was no excuse for what she did, Satoru canât help but feel like heâs the one who caused all of this to happen. And he probably really is; a victim of his foolish choices.
âBut other than that, I donât want Y/N and Yui to be caught up in this. I donât want to expose them to this kind of problem, theyâve been through so much because of me already. I just want to do better this time.â Thinking about dragging you into another mess made Satoru feel weak. He promised to make it up to you, and heâd do anything to prove that.
His father put his phone down on the table, taking in a deep breath just to calm himself. âBut youâre not stopping me from divorcing your mother.â Satoru doesnât know if itâs right to agree to that. It felt like he was encouraging the separation of his parents; celebrating his motherâs heartbreak.
But his fatherâs been suffering heartbreak for years. Itâs only fair to set him free.
âItâs up to you. IâŚâ Satoru shook his head, sure of the decision he was about to make. â...I donât think I can just forgive and forget what she did. Itâs not something small, and Iâm not a kid anymore, Dad.â His eyes itched, ready to let his tears go any minute. âI donât even know if I still want to be associated with her.â He turned away, sighing as he blinked away his pain.
When he and Naomi went for the examination, he made her spill all the details regarding the said conversation with his mother. It took everything in him not to fly into a rage while breaking down as he heard of it. All this time, his mother saw him as a pawn to keep his father, regardless of whose life she was tearing down; Satoruâs, his father's ex-wife, and his first son.
âI wanted to take you away when you were a kid.â His father admitted, looking ahead as he reminisced of the decisions he made. âI wanted to just take you and raise you with your brother. Of course, with the hopes of getting my ex-wife back.â He leaned back, tapping on the screen of his phone. The bitter tone in his voice canât be missed.
âThat was my plan when I found out about you. But when you were about a year and a half old, she disappeared. All I knew was she wasâŚtired; drained of all the chaos that our son and her were exposed to. What with having to co-parent with me as I was with your mother.â His eyes played the emotions he chose to hide away many years ago.
âI know you know about this. She and I got divorced. I thought it was over for us, I thought I made the right decision to turn away and try another start. And I was dating your mother. Then we had you.â His arms were crossed and Satoru could almost see the similarities between his feelings to how he used to feel about yours and his relationship.
âThen, realization came running for me; haunting me in my sleep. I was ready to get her back again, but it was too late. She was already gone.â Satoru absently poured water for his Dad, listening intently to his story. âSo, I felt like the only thing to do was to marry your Mom. I reminded myself that still have you, I canât just spiral down.â He smiled at Satoru.
âI tried to convince, tried to brainwash myself that itâd be fine. That I could learn to love her and I did. Just not the kind of love that lovers have.â If his mother could hear his Dad right now, sheâd get shattered. Satoru doesnât want to see that, but she would have to. She has to understand that sheâs putting this man through.
âI loved her because she loves me; because she cares for you and me.â Leaning over to pick up his glass, he looked his son in the eyes. âBut true love is unconditional, Satoru. It should not have a reason.â He took a sip, pursing his lips before continuing. âReasons might vanish, and when it does, so will the love you feel for that person.â
In the middle of it all, Satoru could only think of you. Why does he love you? When did he realize that he loves you? How did it happen? He doesnât have an answer for it. He cannot find a reason for it. He doesnât remember loving you just because you put up with him, he doesnât remember falling for you just because of the life you created together.
All that he knows is that one day, he woke up and he already knew that he was in love with you. Like heâs been doing it for years; like thatâs all heâs ever known.
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âIâll keep in contact with you regarding the proceedings.â Satoruâs father spoke on the phone, stepping inside his mansion and smiling at his helpers. He asked Satoru if he wanted to have a word with his mother but the thought of having to look at her after what she tried to make his ex-girlfriend do makes him feel dizzy.
âHoney, youâre home.â The woman tried to welcome him with a kiss and open arms but he quickly turned his head, rejecting her. âCome up to my office, we got something to talk about.â The mask of a loving wife was quickly covered with fear and dread.
âWhat about in our room? So, you can rest.â She nodded her head once, trying to coax him but he was tired of closing his eyes and numbing his heart from feeling the pain and regret of having to lose the love of his life for the comfort that this woman offered him before. âIn my office. Itâs not a small matter that I could sleep on.â
Leaving the woman baffled, he made his way upstairs, not waiting for her to walk beside him. There was a deafening silence in the big room, save from the footsteps of her husband and the door of his office slamming with such force that it sent a crack in her heart.
She took a deep breath and ran her palm on top of her dress, thinking of all the reasons she could give him just to prove her innocence. She didnât want any of that to happen. She didn't think that Naomi could be so dumb as to come up with such a heinous and unpleasant plan.
That wasnât even what she did to Satoruâs father. It was just working to keep them together. And thatâs why Satoru came.
With her found determination, she held her head high. Swallowing the terror rising up her throat as she let her thoughts convince her that she did nothing wrong. She never explicitly told Naomi to do that, sheâs the one who schemed that. Thereâs nothing to be afraid of.
She walked up the stairs, caressing the smooth, cold surface of the handrail. Satoru wouldn't allow anything to happen to her. Heâs her boy, her pride and joy. Heâs the only ally she had when his father was openly pushing her away.
Satoru wouldnât just ruin what she and his father had because of baseless information from his sick girlfriend. Entering the office, the man sat on his swivel chair. Forehead pressed to the heel of his hand. âWhat is it, dear?â She smiled sweetly at her husband, appearing unaware of what he had in mind.
Oh, how she wished she was just unaware of it all. She wished that she didn't know what the problem was. She wished it wasnât what she thought it was and that she was just overthinking because of howâ âI want a divorce.â Those four words halted the spinning of her world.
âWhat?â She raised her brows, checking if it was just her mind playing tricks on her and making her hallucinate. âI want a divorce. And I want it as soon as possible.â His eyes no longer held any emotions towards her; no sadness, bitterness, fading love. None. Not even pity.
âListen, honey, I didnât think that Naomi would doââ She took quick steps towards him, hoping to get him to listen. âSo, you knew about it?â He glared at her, âYou knew about it and you didnât tell me anything?â He shook his head, and she could only open her mouth.
âDoesnât matter. Satoru told me everything.â He stood up from his seat, towering over her as he stared her down. âItâs nothing like thatââ She breathed out, panicking. âIâm not really interested in what you told Naomi. Iâm just thankful that my sonâs safe.â He stepped away from her.
âWhat I want to do right now, is to be free from this.â Itâs over for her. All the alibis that she was composing, thinking of for this moment are useless. He doesnât need an explanation, this was simply the final push that he needed to kick her out of his life. And probably out of Satoruâs too.
âPlease, donât do this. Weâre already too old toââ She tried to grab his hand and he only grabbed it with the other to put it away. âYouâre right. Weâre too old, our sonâs too old for me to still pretend that we want to be in this position.â Shaking her head, she stepped in front of him, blocking his way. âPlease, listen. I wouldnât do something that could harmââ
âI know,â His voice was calm. âOf course, to harm him wasnât your intention, right?â She nodded eagerly, thinking that he was finally listening to her. âBut you wanted to decide for him. You got in between him and Y/N, then pushed this woman on him because you thought you knew best for your son.â Tears fell down her eyes, and she lost all hope.
âNow, look at what you did to him.â He gritted his teeth, stepping forward to get her out of his way. âBut this is not just about our son anymore. This is also about me, finally choosing to do what I shouldâve done a long time ago.â Opening the door, he spoke to her one last time. âAll you have to do is sign. The actions that your son will take is all up to him.â
With that, he left her with all of the nightmares of their past coming back. How he only wanted the best for his sons, how he wanted to take full custody of Satoru, how he wanted to get back together with his ex-wife, and how he only married her because she was gone. She was never the first option. She was never the original pick.
She wasnât chosen, she just happened to be already there.
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âHey,â You heard Satoru speak as Toji opened the door for him, nodding. This was kind of similar to how they first saw each other but youâre just glad that this time, itâs a lot calmer. Megumi ran to his father, peeking up at Satoru as he waved at him.
âYui, your Dadaâs here.â Toji left the door open to let Satoru in. Megumi was holding onto his pants, staring back at Satoru. âYui Dada,â He picked his toy up, staring at a distance before walking closer to him. âBlue!â You laughed from the kitchen, as you packed some snacks for the little girl.
Today, youâre going to the zoo as Yui requested. The animal drawings from her coloring book got her asking you to call her Dada late at night, just to babble about it. âHeâs referring to your eyes,â Toji spoke as he went back to the living room to pick up some of the toys.
âMegumi, itâs not good to point at people, what did I tell you?â He warned the toddler as he went back to your room, eyes meeting yours as you made your way to Yui's room. âAh, yes. Yui and I have the same eyes.â Satoru smiled at the child.
âDada!â Yui ran towards him, stomping her shoes extra hard to show him how they light up with dancing colors. âWoah! Did Mama buy you those shoes?â He opened his arms, urging the little girl to run to him and she happily did, giggling as she nodded. âItâs awesome!â You smiled at how he tried to flatter his child, encouraging her to do a little jump.
âWhere are we going today?â You asked her in a playful tone as you put the lunch bags on the coffee table in front of them. âZoo!â You watched a Satoru give her a sincere smile, patting her hair gently while complimenting her little butterfly clips. âIâm sure Megumiâs been to the zoo before.â He poked the little boy's tummy.
âYeah. Animals. Bears and lions.â He stood behind you, peeking at Satoru as he talked. Megumi isnât usually shy, but he doesnât easily warm up to people. âWe went there on his second birthday.â You almost jumped at Tojiâs voice behind you as he picked up his child. âHeâs a smart kid.â Satoru answered with a friendly smile.
âYou guys should come. If you want..â It surprised you that he was initiating something like that. Although, you know that Toji wouldnât be so comfortable with that and would most likely reject the offer, itâs still nice to see that Satoruâs trying to make an effort to get along with him.
âThatâd be nice but his grandma's waiting for him,â Toji answered, chuckling awkwardly. âDada work,â Megumi added, earning a hum from his Dad. Making sure that the bag is packed with everything Yui needs, you zipped it up. âYou ready to go now?â You tapped the toddlerâs cheek, feeling Satoruâs gaze at you.
âAlright, letâs get going.â Standing up with his daughter in his arms, he took the bag from your hands. He put the toddler down to hug her friend goodbye, before walking hand in hand with her outside. You laughed at how she kept squealing with each step she took, looking up to see her Dadâs reaction.
âYou guys have fun, alright? Iâll just lock the doors before we go.â Toji pulled you to him, giving you a kiss. âIâll be back later.â You put your hand around his neck, standing on your tippy toes before pecking his neck. With that, you walked out the door to join your toddler who was patiently waving at you from her car seat.
âOkay, itâs zoo time!â You wiggled your brows at her as you slammed the door shut, making her giggle. You checked your face in the mirror, trying to ignore Satoruâs soft eyes as he watched you. âHow are you?â You tried to start a conversation but it was quickly interrupted as you searched around for your daughterâs binky.
âMaybe we left it inside,â Satoru spoke, opening Yuiâs bag to help you find it. âYui, where did you put it?â Remembering how she placed it on the coffee table as she showed off her outfit to her father, you started to unbuckle your seatbelts but Satoru stopped you. âItâs alright, Iâll get it.â He was already stepping out of the car before you could stop him.
Satoru jogged up your steps, knocking a few times before proceeding to open the door. Toji was just about to open it for him when he entered, âItâs Yuiâs pacifier. She left it.â He put on the most polite smile he could muster, wanting nothing but to get rid of the awkwardness between them if they were both going to be in your life.
âOh, alright. I thought it was someone else.â Toji let out a rather awkward chuckle, not knowing how else to react or what else to say. But just as Satoru uttered âthanksâ, Toji remembered the thing heâs been thinking of for almost a week now. âUh, Satoru,â He called, making him pause as he held the door open.
Her brows raised, waiting for him to say something. Toji doesnât know if youâd be happy about this but itâs better than just letting his feelings, thoughts, and opinions all pile up inside of him. This is for you and Yui. Not just for him.
âIâve been thinking about our situation with Y/N and⌠I was wondering if you could set aside a bit of your time for a chat?â
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-THEPENGUIN!SOFIA FALCONE X READER-
â đđđđđđđđ ; You run into Sofia at Bertoâs funeral. Youâre the only one who can calm her down.
â tags/warnings. sofia falcone x female reader. ANGST AND COMFORT!! Might make this a series if anyone likes it enough <3 sheâs my literal BABY im so in love with her it makes me want to kms! she deserves SO much better i just wanna give her a hug (and a kiss). slight homophobia mentions, past relationships (but unclear), THE HANGMAN!!!!! Based on 1x2, bertos funeral ! she is my girlfailure wife and i need her
⍠âBegging, baby, would you please? / Do the things you said you'd do to me. / And when we're getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong / I sleep so I can see you 'cause I hate to wait so long.â Sailor Song by Gigi Perez
High tides. Thatâs what Gotham is, after the haunted return of the Batman. At least, thatâs all you see around you now. Theres blood in the water, and the sharks have all come to hunt.
You think itâs all bullshit. The bat, the Riddler, this fucking funeral. You hardly knew the man, and you know itâs a waste of time. Everyone dressed in black here is only cutting their losses. Itâs all out of fear. Berto was unabashedly himself. And that was weak. He tried too hard to be his father.
You scan the funeral, which might as well be a party for some of these fuckers, and hold your breath. Okay, maybe youâre more upset than youâd like to admit. Nihilism appeases the soul where optimism does not. Youâd only had very few conversations with him, but he wasâŚnice, to some extent.
Itâs a day of mourning. And thatâs what you do. Memories come to you in unsafe and ungrateful waves, alerting you of every interaction youâd ever had with the man of the night.
âHey, so,â He scratched the side of his head with his index finger. âWha- Whatâs up with you and my sister?â A bitter smile on his face, nose scrunched in faux curiosity. Youâd known better. You grew up your entire life in Gotham, and you had known a thinly veiled threat when youâd heard it.
âSofia?â Youâd asked, lighting a cigarette. The sunset flooded through Italyâs streets. It wasnât your first summer here. You took a long drag of smoke, thinking of how to phrase your answer. The Falcones werenât stupid, none of them were, not really. âNothing.â You settled on, dabbling it out in the ash tray. âWhy?â
Youâd expected some bullshit to fly from his mouth. The familyâŚThat you were an outsider. That whatever the two of you had going on was distasteful. A woman and a woman. Not a good look in the papers. Weak willed woman frolicking together in Gothamâs underground. You expected him to insult you, and her. What would their father think?
But Alberto didnât say anything like that.
âIf you hurt her,â He began, and you felt yourself visibly recoil. âIâll have to, you know,â He motioned with his hands, forming a gun with his forefinger against his temple, and a pew sound. âPop your top.â
Returning to yourself, you find it in yourself to be greatful. For Alberto, not ratting the two of you out. Whatever you two hadâŚwas more than the both of you ever managed to let on. Small touches here and there, kisses when you played house. Laughing underneath streetlamps, painting her nails. And then she got locked up in Arkham. Your bestâŚfriend.
And now sheâs finally released. Idiots with poster boards outside begging for her return to the loony bin. Sheâs somewhere in this house, on the same floor as you.
You mindlessly sip on your glass. Alchohol is your real friend tonight. The undergrounds in shambles, the entire city is. Whatâs stopping you from leaving? You donât know. Not until you see her.
She trails in the room, and the first thing you hear are overwhelming whispers. You donât pay attention to them, how could you? Her hair tied up messily, sticky bangs and beads of sweat on her forehead. Her makeup is neat, but just barely smudged.
Sheâs bug eyed as she enters, chest heaving inâŚanger? fear? She pays much more attention to the whispers than you do, you realize.
âSheâs crazy,â You hear from behind you. Faces hide behind there glasses and hands, leaning down and gossiping amongst themselves. It makes you sick. She makes you sick. Even more so, as she seems to lose herself. It starts with a small bite, digging at the finger food, before she picks up heaps of it in her palms. Over and over and over againâŚ
âThatâs enough,â You whisper, sternly, grabbing her forearm. Her mouth almost drops open with the food, eyes widening even more. She stops chewing, and for a moment, it seems everything and everyone is finally scilenced.
She doesnât say a word in her shock, her arm falling down. She lets you guide her out the room, and the both of you ignore the comments from passerbys.
When you finally reach an empty room, you close the door. Her blood runs cold, and sheâs perpelled to the edge of the room, like a cornered and vulnerable prey animal.
âWhat are you doing here?â Sofia drawls, clearing her throat. Her cheeks are tinged pink from embarassment, and her nose twitches in frustration.
âI knew him too.â
âNo, you didnât.â She remarks, firm in her stance. Her jaw is clenched tight, and you sigh. You make your way over to a couch, sitting down lazily. It doesnât feel how it used to.
âYeah, I didnât. But I got an invitation.â
She ignores you. Straight to the point.
âYouâve heard. What they are saying about me, out there.â
âHard not too.â
She scoffs, letting out a hmph noise. She turns away from you, blinking.
âWell. Do you believe it?â She tests, arms crossed. You feel your eyebrows scrunch, and you give her a once over. You want to scream at her, that she isnât crazy. That whatever sheâs done isnât her fault, not completely. But you canât claw the words out- not after not seeing her in years.
âYou do, donât you?â She continues. She stops pacing the room to take a seat parallel to you. You bite your tongue.
A beat of silence, and something in her dark eyes takes it as your final answer. Theres something deeper, darker swirling in them you canât quite place. Sheâs not the same girl you knew as a child.
âNo,â You whisper, finally, and watch her perk up. âYouâre not crazy.â
She stays silent as she looks at you disbelievingly. Like youâre saying it simply to appease her. You find it in yourself to let the tension melt away, leaning back into the cushions.
âYou donât need help.â You affirm, and her expression is unreadable. âYou arenât broken. Or whatever those fuckhead doctors told you in Arkham. Youâre justâŚâ You trail off, needing to word this right. âYouâre just your fathers daughter.â
You expect her to ask âwhat thats supposed to mean?â but she doesnât. NoâŚshe looks too vulnerable in this light to fight back against you. Again, silence sounds, and you wonder if youâve made a mistake.
Itâs only when she speaks, voice trembling, do you see her resolve break.
âWhy didnât you visit me?â Itâs quiet, almost a whimper, and her voice breaks. âIn Arkham?â
There it is. The question youâd been dreading, mostly because you didnât know the answer yourself.
Her eyebrows are pulled together, nails clenched into her own skin. You go to tear them from her palms, opening them up to find the marks. She doesnât say a word. She makes no move to push you away. Sheâs too tired. Sheâs greiving, her father, her mother, her brother, her sanity.
You lean down, and press a gentle kiss to her nails. A strangled sound is ripped from her at the action, and you notice how her eyes turn glossy. You decide to ignore the question for now, watching tears finally slip from her eyes. Sheâd been holding them in for what felt like forever. But not with you, she finds, she could never hide anything from you.
You pull her in, embracing her for all its worth. She immeadiatley falls into you, open mouthed sobs against your shoulder. You hug her tight, and it feels blissful. After so long of only seeing her on TV reports and pictures, touching her, feeling her, is heavenly. Just like it used to be.
She still smells the same. Her makeup runs as she cries into your shoulder, and you gently hush her. You pet her head and hair, cradling her like sheâs fragile glass about to break. Sheâs yours. Youâre hers. You always have been.
Rocking her back in forth, you place a kiss on her forehead. When she leans into you, you place more. Soft little pecks across her skin, to her head, wrist. You kiss all her tears away as they fall. Sweet and salty, wetting your lips. You feel her try to catch her breath.
She pulls away from you, hair messy. Her lips are parted, and her pupils blown, and theres a silent promise in the air between the two of you. Iâm with you. Im on your side. I am the woman who wants you to win.
Her hand trails to your cheek, and she looks at you worshipfully. Her eyes flit to your lips, as if asking, begging for just one.
You nod. You could never deny her anything. She leans in, tentiavley, before connecting your lips. Memories flash through your head. She tastes the same, acacia honey and cigarette smoke. Besides yourself, you deepen the kiss, and she responds tenfold.
Her hands thread through your hair with a gentle tug, as if there is a feral need buried underneath her skin, to possess you. Remind herself you are here, and you are hers, not an illusion. Not a nightmare. She would kill for you.
You have to almost fight her to part for air, pulling away with heavy breaths. She doesnât let you get far, resting her forehead against yours.
For better or for worse, she has stuck her claws in you. You realize she will not let you go. Not tonight. Not tommorrow. Not ever.
Breath intermingling, her body heat radiating against yours, you canât find it in yourself to care.
You stay like that, unanswered questions still plaguing the silence. Youâll answer them one day. For now, you choose only to lose yourselves in one another.
You regret not telling Alberto the truth before he died. Sheâs not nothing to you. Sheâs everything.
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part i - part iii
⪠Charles hasn't paid much attention to you after your daughter was born but a certain Brit does.
⪠Charles is not trying to do his best to safe your relationship but a new friendship is blossoming between you and lando.
⪠established relationship mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando
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y/nusername the day after hits different when you've got a mini you đˇ
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manon_roux hangover central over heređŠ
âł y/nusername I would too if I drank about every drink available
noellepicard nobody told you to down all that tequila
manon_roux thanks for the support you guys
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julieeeexo oh yeah the day after a night out definitely hits different, I know all about it!
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landonorizzzz the fact that joris has been paying more attention to y/n than I've seen Charles do in the last couple of weeks is fucking hilarious to me
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oscarpastry they're robably just fwb, lando said he was single in an interview couple weeks back
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None of my Achievements are my Own - Lando Norris x Verstappen! Reader
Plot: Being the little sister of Max Verstappen, Ex Girlfriend of Charles Leclerc and Lando Norris current girlfriend nothing that you do, seems to reflect on you, itâs always one of the men in your life getting the credit.
Coming from a family with the last name Verstappen, made anything you did as a child not good enough.
You won a medal in your swimming class, Max had won 3.
You raised âŹ600 euro selling baked cakes across your village for the local environment agency. Max had raised âŹ2000 for his local karting track to get new tires around the edges for protection and have the track relayed.
They were silly little things but as a kid, you never felt appreciated by your family and it wasnât just your dad, it seemed to be your mum too. Max and Victoria also never took notice of your feelings on the matter.
As you got older, being cast out and almost ignored by your family caused you to develop Anxiety and stayed in the house for most of your teen years.
You only really left when forced to go to Maxâs races as he started progressing his way through the FIA feeder series to get to F1.
âDad I really donât want to be here todayâ you sighed rubbing your shoulder as you kept your headphones half on half off.
âItâs good for you to support your brother, especially as heâs becoming an accomplished young man. I canât say the same for youâ he frowns watching as Max passes you guys on track.
That race shortly ended. You saw Max getting a little heated just after the podium, and you ran over to your older brother to try calm him down.
If there was one thing you were good at it was calming his bad temper down. Not that you ever got the recognition.
âMax, Maxie whatâs going on?â You ask running up to him, and seeing the guilty looking boy next to him.
âNext time maybe fucking lookâ Max seethes at the boy.
âMax calm down. What happenedâ you ask taking a hold of his arm, but he swats your hand off.
âHe nearly made me loose that race from his careless drivingâ he points at the boy before storming of to your father, no doubt to have him critique the hell out of his race.
âIâm so sorry about himâ you admit to the boy bashfully. He was still stood there looking rather awkward.
âItâs fine, he was right. Youâre his sister right?â he sighs.
âYeah- howâd you know?â You ask.
âYou always seem to be here with Max and your dad. I donât think heâd talk to you the way he does if you werenât his family. Iâm Charles by the wayâ the boy says and that was the start of something really beautiful.
You started dating Charles just as he was announced for F2 in 2016. But when that got into the media, of course it was because of Max that youâd managed to get into a relationship with a future F1 driver.
You thought finally having some independence from your brother would mean you could put a foot out in this world.
But once you left home to move in with Charles, it only seemed like as he progressed to Formula One in 2018, your further achievements were still not your own.
âMax, Iâm leavingâ youâd told you brother. Youâd already had this conversation with your father who had refused at the idea at first, thinking it preposterous of you to leave.
âWhat do you mean?â Heâd asked cocking his head to the side.
âIâm going to live with Charles, I think itâs going to be better for meâ you said, looking down, and playing with your fingers.
âWhat do you mean, better for youâ he asks with a frown on his face. Despite what the fans, or media stated Max loved you with his whole heart, and it was a huge heart he loved you with, he however was ignorant to your feelings on independence. But that was also partly your fault for hiding it so well.
âI just want to go do something for me, you know where itâs my name tied to it and I think somewhere new away from everything here is exactly what I needâ you explained.
âYour name?â He asks with even more of a frown.
âNone of my achievements are my own, or are acknowledged because Iâm the sister of Max Verstappen but maybe I just want to be Y/N for a little bit? I want people to notice me for me, and what Iâve done in life. Not just because my last name is Verstappenâ you smiled and hoped that day your new life with Charles would be different.
It wasnât, If anything ⌠it was worse.
You got into University to study engineering, but that was only because you were dating F1 driver Charles Leclerc otherwise you would have gotten into University the minute you turned 18 in 2017. Rather than delaying it till 2019 once Charles had a secure seat in Ferrari.
And when you became an advocate for APM Monaco, it was only because Charles was asked first.
Or once you got a job within McLaren in 2019 it was only because you had a brother driving for RedBull and a boyfriend driving for Ferrari. Not because of your ambition and hard work in your first year of University.
And when Charles proposed to you, you were quick to say yes.
You were ready to get rid of the dreadful Verstappen name, and Y/N Leclerc had a nice ring to it, and maybe once you just became Charles fiancĂŠ youâd have some independence.
But that fantasy was of course short lived.
âCharles baby?â You asked coming home from a day at university. Youâd come home because a lecturer had failed to turn up so you thought youâd surprise your boyfriend with his favourite meal and some flowers.
You heard some movement in the bedroom making you go up and see a sight that broke your heart.
Your boyfriend of 4 years, fiancĂŠ for 1 year in bed with another woman. You couldnât bare the sight.
âY/N my love. I - whatâ he gasps as youâd entered the bedroom.
âH-how long?â Youâd asked, it was your first question. Weâre you not good enough?
âMa Cherie, please forgive me Iâm so so sorryâ he begs getting on his knees and the other girl takes her leave.
And the worst thing of all, you were so hopelessly in love with him, that you nearly did forgive him with that look.
âNothing Iâve ever done in my life, has ever been because of me. Iâve never got the credit for anything, so this one time⌠Iâm taking the credit for breaking up with you. And you are going to tell everyone how you broke my heart ⌠because I will not have you take this from meâ youâd said to him with tears in your eyes, a sense of deja vu from you conversation three years prior with Max.
You broke up with him on the spot not wishing to ever see him again.
After some time of self reflecting and improvement you and Lando, who had joined McLaren at the same time as you and became your close friend decided it was time to be more than friends.
Lando had always kind of held a school boy crush on you since you both started in 2019, but he knew you were untouchable thanks to both your brother and your boyfriend at the time. Being the same age made you guys really close.
Once youâd broken up with Charles, he could see the change in you, there wasnât that sparkle in your eyes, you always looked pretty vacant when he looked at you when you thought nobody was looking.
Heâd watch the way your eyes lit up with fake happiness when someone approached you to talk.
You and Lando started dating at the end of the 2022 season. However when he said he wanted to keep it under wraps for a while you were so excited. It meant you had Landos love and affection but you were free to be you right?
WRONG
Whatever youâd did you were still seen as Max Verstappenâs Sister and the Ex Girlfriend of Charles Leclerc.
However as you and Lando grew as a couple you noticed he was one of the only to acknowledge your achievements even if the fans didnât.
When you graduated from your masters in 2023 he was there with a bunch of flowers and watched as you walked across the stage being the loudest person cheering you on, well the only person really cheering you on. Your parents and brother didnât manage to come.
When you started running a charity on the side to help creatures in the ocean stop ingesting so much plastic being thrown into the ocean. He was there at the press conference where youâd announced your invention and how it would help clear up the oceans.
All of the little side quests he did with you, he made sure to promote them as yours as yours alone and he was only tagging alone to watch and support.
Of course there were still haters, thought you were only a product of your birth name and who youâd dated and thatâs why youâd been given all these opportunityâs and that you hadnât worked hard for anything in your life.
Which was beyond false.
âLando?â You asked one day, you both lying in bed after a stressful race weekend.
âYes baby?â He asks looking away from his phone and his eyes fully trained on you showing he was paying full attention to you.
âI - I really love you and appreciate you, I just wanted to let you knowâ you say looking over at him, and he moves back in shock a little, trying not to show it.
âW-what? Where has this come from. I know you love me sillyâ he laughs looking over you to try determine if there was anything else going on.
âI know I know, I just - my whole life whatever Iâve done was never mine ⌠not until I met you. And I just want you to know that I appreciate the fact that you see ⌠well meâ you breathe and as ge listens he looks like he could cry from the things you are saying to him.
He knew your relationship with your brother was strained at best, he saw that from the very start. And he knew you and Charles didnât exactly end on a happy note but he didnât realise just how much youâd been not only discredited for but out right stolen off.
âBaby - why did you never tell meâ he asks pulling you into him and hugging you while toying with your hair gently.
âI guess I never felt like I had a voice until I met you, because nothing was my own. But I have that with you!â You smile tears brimming your own eyes with how much you love this man in front of you.
âMarry meâ he whispers not looking at you, and you think you didnât hear him correctly.
âWhat?â
âMarry me. I never want you to feel like that ever again, and I love you more than anything on this planet. I want to show you just how much of a voice you have for the rest of our livesâ he offers and you canât help but just stare at his eyes.
âYes - Yesâ you cry and cling to him like a koala.
Youâd finally found your voice and your purpose and that was in Lando Norris.
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i could talk a lot about the reasons that i think vox machina as pcs is actually a perfect insertion into the c3 narrative right now but the one thatâs really sticking out to me is the diversity in the opinions on the gods that the party has and the lack of influence their individual opinions have on their commitment to save the world. because with bh theyâre all pretty ambivalent or anti-god with fcg and now braius being outliers, but both of those cases are still very unique and particular ones: fcg had his cleric powers prior to his religiosity and so it was largely just about the personal meaning he found in the changebringer but he still ended up having divine exchanges with her and braius is in the fjord stone school of being a willing child of god divorce. and with those of bh who dislike the gods itâs for completely valid reasons with completely invalid application of their personal woes to a universal scale. but in vox machina we see the way that experience with people that the gods matter to beyond just the magical exchange and experience with the weight that denying the rise of a new betrayer left on the shoulders of the gods they aided. i have to say that beyond the fact that i am just fond of vox machina as a party, it is also incredibly refreshing to see people who have diverse opinions about the gods but also actually engaged with opinions (a word which here refers to taking seriously, and not using confirmation bias) beyond those of their insular party.
a while ago ashton with his insistently short sight said heâd like to see the gods pray to mortals â something theyâve always been doing and is in fact a definitive part of their established metaphysical status in exandria â and vox machina is taking on the role in the c3 narrative of proving (once again) that has been the case, but they differ from bh because where bh (as a group) tends to deny the pleas from the gods unless it already serves or proves what theyâve assumed to be true about the world and the gods, vm (as a gorup) took seriously that the gods might have something new to introduce to them. i mean thatâs obvious in scanlan and vex, both of whom became champions of gods they hadnât really even considered in a serious vein prior to speaking to them. and scanlan very much takes on the label of iounâs champion as a job to be fulfilled in the specific battle, but with vex being pelorâs champion has more significant weight tied to whitestone becoming her home and the fact that she belongs to a community that does, very much, take seriously the symbolic and literal power of the dawn, and she admits she hadnât really realized the people-ness of the gods themselves until she met the everlight and the dawnfather.
but from the very same community, with a more historical basis in it, we get percy, who is very much uninterested in gods, until of course he might find value in an exchange with them. or, in one of my favourite moments from percy, until he is given hope that his family still exists somewhere beyond his memory of them, even if bound in the divine books of a god that calls him out on his selfish habits. vox machina also has keyleth who is pretty anti-god, not to the degree of âletâs kill themâ that weâve seen in bh, but even when facing them directly, she wasnât subtle about how little she cares for them, especially when offset by the people that matter much more to her. vm has pike who is the spearhead of the everlightâs return to power, they have grog who fucks with the stormlordâs teachings even if he doesnât deal with the god part all that much. thereâs a multiplicity of god-to-mortal relationships in vox machina that is diverse in a way that bh certainly isnât, and i think that allows a really interesting deepening of whatâs at stake. because, of course, their focus is getting vax out of the orb, but thereâs a weight they all carry regarding what happens to the world if it loses the gods, especially if the way they go is through the machinations of a ancient elven jackass.
and i mean itâs a jokey moment but i think an exchange thatâs really illustrative of why itâs so nice to get vm who are certain about their stances about the gods and who donât have to discuss the philosophical implications of their actual lived and material reality is the one between vex and keyleth where theyâre discussing stopping predathos and vex jokes that âhey maybe predathos gets out and just eats the matron, surely thatâd be fineâ and keyleth laughs with her but then they both kind of step out of that and are still committed to fighting predathos. because as keyleth emphasizes in her speech, exandria belongs to a collective, one made up of people who both hate and love the gods and though vex and keyleth both hate one god in particular, they have the awareness to treat that as their own issue, not one worth risking exandria to solve. anyway. this isnât super well put and maybe iâll elaborate some other time but iâve seen a lot of people being bitter about vox machina showing up (which is their right!) but saying theyâre only there in ways that detract from the narrative (i obviously disagree) so i just wanted to put into words why i think thatâs wrong (though to be clear i donât doubt that the fact that vm is crâs personal blorbos plays a significant hand in the fact that vm showed up, they just also are succeeding (to me) at having a narrative purpose as well)
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Thank you lovely people for giving me a chance to ramble more about something (this is genuine, i mean no shade)
I find it really cool how every character has a parallel with Durge! In general every single romance pairing has reasons for why i think "yeah i could see them being good together", but I love those for Durge especially since I think about Durges way too much
Gale. Prodigy, Chosen of a God(ess) with a relationship that went far past god/Chosen, with him and Mystra being 'lovers' and Durge and Bhaal being 'family'. They were also both groomed to a degree to fulfill a role and have since fallen from grace of their gods.
Lae'zel. Raised in what is essentially a cult, having her entire world fall apart when she learns the truth about Vlaakith and Orpheus (while Durge's world falls apart when they learn about who they are in act 3). Cult has harsh and merciless punishments for those that disappoint, with death and beatings for githyanki and... Well. You know what, for Durge (looking at you, deleted bad ending).
Shadowheart. Having an equivalent of an electric collar on you that her God(ess) can punish her with (for Durge, that punishment isnt so immediate but Bhaal can literally stop their heart if he wants to). Amnesia. Having to choose between leading your cult or leaving everything you thought you knew and being an outcast. Depending on what you do with Shart, they also both kill their parents.
Karlach. Having your body changed without your consent, in drastic ways that you have no control over; the engine for Karlach, lobotomy + Slayer form for Durge (slayer in a more minor way but i will say that even in evil route you dont get a say whether or not you transform the first time). They both hurt people that get close to then without meaning to. They both have someone more powerful who sees them as property. Also, ties to Gortash.
Wyll. Daddy issues! And being rejected and outcast by your Father, wanting to prove yourself that you're still worthy. They were also both given shitty fucking names by their dads. They both at some point chose between power at the cost of freedom and freedom at the cost of literally everything; Wyll when he made a deal with Mizora, Durge at multiple points through the game when it comes to Bhaal. They both struggle with being tied to an evil, manipulative being that wants them isolated and weak and alone. Similar with Karlach, unwilling body modification, but specifically one that turns you into a 'monster'.
Astarion. 'Father'. 'Siblings' that you are in constant and brutal competition with, for momentary approval of your Creator who will never have enough of anything short but the world. Creator who's end goal very much includes you dying for him. Having no bodily autonomy as your Creator can literally violate your mind whenever. Sexual abuse. Struggling with bloodthirst! Your existence itself is violent, you can't live without hurting someone! (Bloodthirst for Ass, Urges for Durge)
Halsin. (Potential) guilt for something you have done, being pushed in a leadership position (Halsin at the grove, Durge with companions) that you may or may not be unsuited for. Being so, so alone, without anyone to care for your feelings. They both also have sides of them that they sometimes can't control, with the Bear and Urges, or more literally, the Slayer.
Minthara. A proud and efficent warrior that got one upped by a person they underestimated. Ties to Orin. Living as someone with the highest social status in a brutal, cruel society. Fanatic worship of an objectively evil god(ess) and then the betrayal that follows, waking up from quite literal brainwashing, seeing how your God(ess) turns against you.
And I could go on! Theyre all so good and interesting and depending on what path you decide to take, there is always something that Durge can relate to on with any companion! I tried to avoid repeating points or talking about my Durge specifically by just talking about what is set in canon for them, and there is still! So! Much!
#i love this game#it works in every way when it comes to romance#like i could think of any pairing and find a way itd reasonably work out for them depending on which direction you take the characters#but anyway yeah another ramble#bg3#bg3 companions#the dark urge#durge#baldur's gate 3#bg3 karlach#bg3 laezel#bg3 gale#bg3 wyll#wyll ravengard#gale dekarios#karlach cliffgate#astarion ancunin#bg3 astarion#minthara#halsin silverbough#bg3 halsin
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Thinking about how Charlotte Emily most likely regularly hung out with the Aftons.
William comes downstairs at 9 in the morning to see Charlie and Elizabeth with empty teacups and a teapot, and is just like, ah. Of course. Little girls love tea parties, but indulges them anyway like "what are you two up to?" Elizabeth immediately lights up. "Charlie said that we should play British People 'cause we're British!" William, now a bit more confused, "...ah. I see." Elizabeth, "oh won't you join us? Pretty please?" Charlie then pipes in that she had also asked Mike, but that he had very unfortunately said no, because "Liz plays too mean." Elizabeth, "I do not, you're just too scared to lose!" Michael, "I can't fucking lose at 'British People.'"
Charlie and Elizabeth do atrocious things to their dolls. Drama. Tragedy. They always clash on the endings though, as Charlie wants their dolls fo have a happy end while Elizabeth wants their dolls to have an even worse end
Michael doesn't know Charlie's staying over, and brings home his schoolmates one day. William Frowns TM like "I tried to tell you Henry was dropping off Charlotte today, but you were already halfway out the door." Michael later re-enters the room to find his schoolmates picking on Charlie and pulling at her hair. The closest Michael ever feels to peace is when he's with the Emilys, so he immediately spirals at the sight like, "oh god, if Uncle Henry finds out I brought people over who hurt his daughter, he might not bring her over anymore. What do I do then? What do I do if he stops liking me?" He quickly shoos off his friends, going "dude! She's a guest, leave her be" while Charlie recovers. Before he too can follow after them, Charlie asks Michael if he'll draw with her. He hesitates. The Emilys are the closest he ever gets to peace, so he agrees and sits down to draw. "What are you drawing, Char?" "Marionette!" "'S that the creepy thing that's always watching the guests come and go at Freddy's?" "He's not creepy, he's my friend. Dad made him for me :(" "ahh. You know, my father's been building something for Liz too." "You think that it'll protect her like Marionette protects me?" "Maybe."
Charlie notices how anxious CC always seems to be, and declares one day that she'll keep him safe. She makes him a drawing of them both holding hands, and gives it to him so that he may always look upon it and know that Charlie's rooting for him. He nearly bursts into tears at the kind gesture. The whole household tries to be nicer to each other whenever Charlie's around, but CC tells her about Michael's behaviour to him. Knowing how weak Michael is to her, Charlie gives Michael a look while he's grabbing cereal the next morning like "you should be nicer to your brother. He's just a little kid." Michael immediately pauses, then awkwardly closes the cupboard like "ummm. Okay." Not wanting to use Charlie as a means to make fun of CC, he just never brings the interaction up afterwards
The Emily and Afton families joining together are constantly filled with different forms of jealousy from the Aftons. William, he's jealous of Henry. Michael, he's jealous of Charlie's positive relationship with her father. CC, he's jealous of how Michael seems to like Charlie so much more than him. Elizabeth doesn't even notice her own jealousy, but deep down, Charlie's completely peaceful household... confuses her. She rationalizes the lack of favouritism or hostility as it only stemming from Charlie being an only child, rather than Henry's good parenting. Being so young as well as being the perfect golden child, Elizabeth doesn't know how to express doubt in her father. Clearly, it must be her siblings doing something wrong if Charlie and Uncle Henry are doing so well on their own!
After CC's death, the house is filled with an unbreakable tension. It's grief. It's guilt. Michael and his schoolmates completely cut ties after what happened. And as always, the Emilys feel so separate from the tension of his own home. Michael starts talking to Charlie more frequently, more often at Henry's house rather than his own. He tries not to, or at least usually tries to hide first, but he accidentally has a complete breakdown in the living room one time. Charlie hums a soothing lullaby to him until Henry eventually comes back, notices the state Michael's in, and takes over calming him down while sending Charlie off to do some other seemingly helpful task. After Elizabeth's death, Michael only really has the Emilys left. Charlie stops just being his source of peace, and becomes his best friend. His only friend. Then after Charlie's death...
It's rather lonely all of a sudden.
Later, years later, when Michael's flesh is rotting on his bones and everything is just about to finally be done with, he sits down on the edge of a cheap creaky stage he bought, and lightly knocks his knuckles against Lefty's calf. "Charlie? Can you hear me alright? It's Michael ... I'm sorry. I know I never acted like it, but... for what it's worth... you were my best friend back then. ...Whatever's beyond this, would you like to be friends again there too?"
#i wrote this post at 5-6 in the morning lmao i'm going to bed#ramble#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#cw neglect#cw child neglect#<- to be safe#long post#charlie emily#charlotte emily#michael afton#elizabeth afton#william afton#henry emily#crying child#evan afton#cc afton#how do you tag that character..#ffps#freddy fazbear's pizzeria simulator
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dean would be the most dedicated boyfriend/husband & i hate the way people talk about him like heâs a player who could ânever settle downâ.. please he just needs a moment of affection đĽ˛
People love to rewrite literally every single fucking thing that happened with the Braedens into various made up stories passed on as fact, but when Dean was with the Braedens, he treated Ben like a son. He taught him how to work on cars. He cooked Lisa and Ben breakfast every morning. He contributed to the household. They specifically wrote a scene where a pretty waitress passed her number to Dean while he was out with a neighbor and Dean disposed of it without a second thought (6.01). He didn't leave the Braedens so he could go fuck someone else. He left because his presence put Lisa and Ben in danger and then soulless Sam (who had ulterior motives) convinced him he was going to ruin their lives and probably get them murdered and his PTSD went haywire and 6.01, 6.02, 6.05, and finally 6.21 reinforced all his fears about them being hurt because of The Curse Of Loving Dean Winchester, and it left him feeling so upset and scared of them being hurt that he thought it was better for their safety if he cut ties.
Long before all that, Dean was so in love with Cassie that he told her about hunting after just a couple of months and then he was heartbroken when she rejected him and he was willing to be vulnerable enough to tell her so directly. The idea of Dean as some kind of suave playboy who could never settle down because he likes to fuck and suck too much is just ???? Like quite arguably, Dean seeks out casual sex as a substitute for the affection he wishes he could share with a life partner, but liking sex and having casual hookups isn't a crime and doesn't preclude a person from being interested in a long-term relationship and/or a stable home (something we know Dean was actively aching for at various points from episodes like 1.13, 2.20, 3.10, 5.12, 5.17). It was that he felt he couldn't have those things because of the circumstances of his life, and the narrative repeatedly reinforced that belief, and Dean eventually settled into peace with the fact that he has a family anyway despite everything!! It just isn't a traditional family. And he also gets a stable home and his own room!!! It's just underground and warded so he feels safe and cosy. People not recognizing that Dean DOES have a family and a home carry the same confusion as John in 14.13 (who alsoâbtwâalways knew that Dean wanted a home THE MOST).
JOHN My fight. It was supposed to end with me, with Yellow Eyes. But now you â you are a grown man, and I am incredibly proud of you. I guess that I had hoped, eventually, you would⌠get yourself a normal life, a peaceful life, a family. DEAN I have a family.
HE HAS A FAMILY. It just isn't the traditional family!!! And Dean is very loyal to that family and he takes care of that family he is the hearth of the house!!!
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Tether Me - Prologue
Pairing(s): Geto/Gojo/Reader Summary: You ran.
It's what you did in life. It's all you knew how to do. You ran, ran, and kept running and never stopped, because if you stopped, it meant you were trapped, chained, a bird with shredded wings in a gilded cage.
So, how did you end up here, tucked away into a little village in rural Japan, falling into the depths of two black holes with no way to escape?
How could you run from this? From them?
âŚWould you? CW: No y/n | polyamory | slow burn | slice of life | alt au - no curses | fluff | light angst | eventual smut | forgive me, there's internal monologues | I like using big words... | Gojo & Geto are whipped for you | emotionally constipated reader | (most of the tags have been condensed, you can find the full list on my ao3 here) AN: this is just the prologue chapter, sort of exposition. No bois in this one (technically), but I'm posting chapter 1 at the same time as the prologue. As a heads up, my most comfortable place for posting my longer fics like this is ao3. You can find more of my blurb thoughts on there. I'm not the best at tumblr posting, so forgive me pls ;-;
Ch: Prologue | Ch: 1 | Ch: 2 | Ch: 3 | Ch: 4 | Ch: 5 - 1 | Ch: 5 - 2
WC: 9.4k
Youâve always likened yourself to a kite, but less pretty and enjoyable.
Every time you glanced at a kite in the childrenâs toy section, or watched as thousands flew in the sky during festivals, your eyes stung and something bitter and uncomfortable twisted in your gut. In a way, you saw yourself in them; fragile little creatures tethered to the earth by no fault of their own. So easy to snap â to break.
They were always trapped, chained down, forever bound to either get reined back in after one had their fill of fun, or to fall like tragic angels to the ground when the winds died, and they would once again be unable to travel free amongst the stars where they belonged. All thanks to the threads wrapped around their very bones, far too strong for something that looked so thin and prone to fraying.
Yet nobody ever did release the chains. Who would willingly free their prized, imprisoned bird?
Of those pretty, unfortunate kites, you lamented with them.Â
You, too, were pinioned to solid ground. Your wings were clipped, feathers torn from flesh one by one until you were born in a body that could no longer fly. Responsibilities, duties, relationships â they all kept you drowning in a suffocating pile of down-stuffed pillows, filled with plumes that were once yours. They progressively got heavier and heavier, locking your limbs between illusions of comfort and safety, sitting on your chest and flooding your mouth until you choked and gagged and couldnât breathe.
You were different from kites, sure, beyond the very obvious things. You werenât a pitifully flimsy, inanimate toy, left forgotten in some closet, awaiting the one day youâd be remembered, taken out, and allowed to taste the breath of deities themselves again. But if you could glide in the wind like they could, oh, nothing would bring you more joy, more solace, even if you were still tied down. All for just a kiss of freedom.
You ached to be detached from everything and everyone. An untethered kite, a fledgling bird learning to fly, a paper lantern that glowed its very joy from within for all to see.
Paper lanterns.
You couldnât stand paper lanterns, because you yearned so deeply to be one. How wonderful it would be to have a warmth alight inside you as you rose to the heavens, lighter than air.Â
You envied them.Â
They made you nauseous with longing.
They made you want to stretch your fingers high and try to catch one within your palm like a cascading star.
They made you want to reach your fist past your throat and rip out your heart barehanded, just to make the accursed thing stop pounding so goddamned hard in your stomach as it sank lower and lower with each additional candle that got to join their family of stars beyond celestia.Â
Because, for fuckâs sake, you belonged up there, too. Free, flaring, blazing and flickering so spectacularly that philosophers would wax poetic about you for ages to come.
It wasnât fucking fair for you to be stuck on Mother Natureâs spine like this, burdened by the neutron star in your body that just grew more and more dense, urging you to dive into the ocean and let it snare you into its depths. You didnât choose to spawn with a spirit disconnected from the flesh that acted as its prison, you didnât choose to be jailed like this.
So, why?
Maybe thatâs one of the reasons you were drawn to kites. You pitied them. You pitied yourself.
You werenât a kite. You didnât want to be one, to have your boundless form fettered down. But when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, thatâs all you could ever see staring back at you. A kite with faded, worn out paints that barely clung to the tattered paper, feebly held together by thin strips of bamboo that had been aged and mottled from the inside out by time.
You hated paper lanterns. You hated kites. You hated yourself.
As the years dragged on, from the moment your brain snapped into your body with the sudden realization that you were a conscious, living, breathing person, those ugly feelings festered and spread like a fungus that refused to abate even a trace, just a second so you could catch a breath of fresh air that didnât reek of mildew.
The seconds spanned on for eons without prejudice, destroying your cells at the molecular level with each passing birthday that trudged reluctantly along.
In the back of your mind, the sensation of being asphyxiated by your own feathers that had been shorn away from you etched itself deeper and deeper into your psyche. You became restless, antsy, the variegated world around you fading rapidly. Colors you once saw as a child, before you could latch the inherent sense of wrongness in your chest to a concept, gradually dulled until all you were left with was a world tinged heavily in gray.
The streets you were raised on grew denser, despite the amount of people living on them never actually changing noticeably. The verdant grass of your backyard turned into a dominating presence everytime you laid your eyes on it, unruly and all-consuming, demanding an undivided attention you did not want to give. The orange beams that hung over black asphalt instilled a sense of panic in you that wasnât there before.Â
You used to be fond of walking around your neighborhood in the middle of the night, when you rightfully should have been sleeping. An inverted circadian rhythm suited you well when you were young, unaware that the crushing sensation under your sternum would only get worse.Â
Now, though, the thought of straying out where there wasnât enough light to see straight ahead made sweat form on your chest and palms while your teeth clattered from a nonexistent chill.
Everything caved in on you. Not in a rush, not in a cataclysmic flood. No, you didnât discern you were fighting for air until you were already gasping fruitlessly. Lost, terrified, unsure, you could only bear witness to the collapse of your own mind.
Then, one day, a soft voice whispered in your ear.
Run.
It wasnât a threat, not some ominous warning of death looming over your shoulder. It was a suggestion, an offering, an olive branch towards that freedom you coveted. It was salvation.Â
Who were you to ignore the hand of deliverance?
The first time you changed your scenery, moved elsewhere, even if it was only a few streets away from your childhood home, felt incredibly liberating. After so long that you had forgotten how it felt, you got the chance to gulp down air as if you had surfaced from beneath the perdition sea after spending your whole existence beneath it.Â
Color returned to your world, excitement formed anew, everything felt right. Achromatic wastelands turned into kaleidoscopic meadows, fulgent and lucid. You savored it, reveled in it, frolicked and danced and lived.
âŚIt didnât last.Â
Not long. You exhaled, and it all vanished, sand swept away by an uncaring and spiteful hand.
Once you had become used to the environment, when you no longer had to actively remember where your flat was, or how long it took to get to the store, everything was washed out; water dumped on a painting that had yet to form defined shapes.
That crushing sensation had returned, and with it the reminder that, as much as you wished you werenât, you were a kite. Tethered, perpetually confined, worn bamboo strips and thin paper threatening to rend under the drag.
Thus, you ran again. A new town, a new city, a new skyline. Euphoria nestled cozily under your breast like a second heart, purring contentedly as it curled up on the nest of blankets it created for itself.
New places, new faces, new people. All of it was fascinating to you beyond measure. It interested you to no end to learn about other human beings; their thoughts, their perspectives, their preferences. What they despised with grit teeth and barely restrained anger clenched in trembling fists; what they loved so dearly that they could never drown beneath the same waves that followed your heels, tide rising progressively.Â
They glowed from within, bright and budding and vibrant. Their eyes flickered with life, glazed so clearly that stars sparkled in the depths of their hues. You were drawn to them, a moth to mesmerizing fire.
You felt free. You rode that high as much as you could, for as long as it would allow.
Until a realization struck you with the force of a bullet train one night. A man hung onto your arm, easy laughter shared between the two of you as you let him take you home. Alcohol tinged his breath, but not enough to give him anything more than a slight buzz. He was a total gentleman through and through, and you listened with eagerness as he spoke about his upcoming work project, his excitement palpable with every word.Â
His hand linked with yours, fingers intertwined, his warm palm engulfing yours. There was a comfort in that transient window of time, one you held to your heart. It was so unfamiliar, so addictive. And as you stopped before your door, having completely forgotten of your lack of wings, you waited with bated breath for him to slant into you.
A pair of infirm lips, minutely chapped and tasting of wine, pressed against yours, and dread exploded in your gut.
He pulled away from you, lovestruck in the way his eyes shone as he looked into your own, and reality crashed down on you with horrors in three measures, shattering like broken glass in the vortex of your conscious thought.
When you stared at him, watched the way he opened his mouth to speak, you made the connection.
âI really like you,â he had murmured to you that night, nearly shy. Yearning. Hoping.
Paper lantern.
âI want to ask you out properly.â
Tether.Â
His words sank into your skin like ice, digging deep, burrowing into your marrow.
Kite.
The illusion of pellucid skies of the richest shades cracked, the lush plains you fantasized of often turned to barren heaths, and all those tormenting feelings came back to choke your breath with a vengeance. Sickly fingers wrapped around your throat, sunk into your mouth, dug past your gag reflex, wrapped around your ankles and wrists until you could barely lift your feet just to move forward.Â
You remembered with great disdain what you were. You had managed to sever your thread by running off from the pod you were born in, but it wasnât a clean cut. The string hung off your fragile wooden bones loosely, just waiting for somebody to grab and yank, to shred your freedom away from you once again, to leave you knotted around a pole to sit like decoration and stay.
You were not free.
You were not a paper lantern. You did not gleam from your soul like he did. You did not pour light from your heart and words and touch.
Youâd do anything to forget that, to prove that sentiment wrong, to show the world that you werenât a rock thrown into a pond. Youâd do anything to change the narrative, to force a rewrite. So, you did what you always did.
You ran.
You found somewhere else to live, blipping off the radar unannounced. One moment you were there, the next you had cut your lingering thread an inch shorter, following the wind blindly like a duckling to your next destination.
Each time you settled down somewhere, you had this silent hope: maybe this is where Iâll be happy.
You clung to that hope, fervently ignoring the screeching whisper in your ear that said otherwise. The next place was never the final one. It never would be, no matter how hard you tried to delude yourself into believing you werenât a lost soul, unable to move on. Some pathetic ghost youâd make, if you werenât one already.
Whenever you let yourself rest for a heartbeat too long, the rope you had trimmed ever shorter was skimmed too close by too-warm fingertips, and you fled again, and again, and again.
Thatâs all you seemed to know nowadays.
Perhaps proven now, as you sat on a train in a foreign country, absentmindedly watching rural landscapes race past the window. Your knuckles pressed indents into your cheek, the sensation unpleasant and nearing on painful, though you had stopped paying any mind to it a while ago. Your thoughts laid scattered at your feet, and you couldnât be bothered to pick them up.
Rather, the white matter of your brain was being filled with the empty, buzzing tune of songs youâd heard a hundred times over playing through your earbuds at the loudest volume possible. It made things easier to manage during this grand, several-thousand-mile-long trip. The less thinking you had to do, the better. It was the absolute last thing on your bucket list, loitering just under the cutoff line, hoping to sneak in a few words you refused to listen to.
You couldnât let yourself regret this. You wouldnât.
Not now, not after youâd already dropped everything and dissipated beyond the welkinâs gaze. You had only one place you could go to at all now, and you were already on your way there.
So if you had to blast your eardrums out to bridle the whisper-shouting voices spurned by overthinking, so be it.
Rice paddies blurred by, blending in from one farm to the next. The sun reflected off the waters the stalks soaked in, absorbing the warmth the light provided and feeding the plants with the fruit of life. Somewhere along the way, you had begun counting each field you passed for no particular reason.
You thought itâd lull you to sleep like counting sheep, subconsciously desiring to sink into a dreamless abyss and catch up on the hours that had been eluding you every night for months up to this point, given how far away you still were from your destination. But your cerebrum was not kind to you, and your body refused to succumb to the tempting allure of nothingness.
Thus, you remained as you were, counting paddies as the day never quite moved forward. The sun dwelled high, trying to glare down on you, but it couldnât get the angle right to invade the shade of your tiny cabin room on the train.
It stayed stuck to the center of the sky, mighty and proud. But then, after what seemed like only a few seconds, you blinked, and suddenly it was hanging off the horizonâs ledge.
With a slight jolt, you realized the train had decreased in speed, and was continuing to lose momentum as it approached an isolated station, all alone in the countryside. You checked the time on your phone, your eyes feeling unusually heavy and sticky. It was only early night, but you were worn down to your sinew.
Right. Jet lag. You had hopped on a plane and traveled to the other side of the planet on a whim, another desperate attempt to grab onto the concept of freedom you craved. It didnât take you longer than a week to find a small house deep in the pastoral lands of Japan, where mountains wrapped around the valley like a scarf. You chose Japan, if only because you learned the language when you were studying abroad some years ago.
It resided in a town of such a low population, blissfully around 600, it was a wonder you could even find a train that took you this far to begin with. Of course, that meant the house was decently rundown, with a community small enough to consider it unnecessary to repair. You couldnât care less. All that meant to you was that it was cheaper to buy it outright than rent a more maintained structure. Buying it was a risky move, given your track record of up and ditching the last bed you slept on without any hindrance, but, at this point, you were tired.
You just wanted to be somewhere for longer than a month or two. Maybe owning a house was contrary to your desires to be unbound, with no board to pin your tattered and thin wings to, sure, the pros far outweighed the cons.
Cheap shelter, little to no people, far, far away from anywhere youâd been before. Three for three.
Itâd still be a 45 minute drive or so before you actually got to your new residence, but you werenât in any particular rush. You chose the most isolated place on purpose. Less people, less deafening sounds, less claustrophobic, brutalist structures that loomed higher and higher.
Less chance of being tied down.
With a hiss and a loggy wheeze, the train settled into place, jostling you as you got to your feet and stretched your arms above your head. The muscles in your back and shoulders twinged from sitting in the same position all day, and your legs stung like sparklers, but it was nice to work your joints properly again. After tucking away your phone and earbuds, you tugged your luggage down from the overhead rack with a grunt.
You were hopeful that thereâd be taxis outside the station, and that you wouldnât have to walk to the village. Who knows how long that would take. Youâd probably keel over after the first mile. The thought made you snort while you squeezed down the aisle, suitcase with your bag stacked on it rolling behind you, purse strapped across your torso. The conductor â a sweet, older man â nodded silently to you as you disembarked, waving a farewell to you, which you returned. He was nice, you remembered him greeting you when you first boarded.Â
He didnât talk much, just a polite, âwelcome aboard,â while the ticket collector pointed you in the direction of your cabin, which you greatly appreciated after hopping off a plane and hurrying your ass over to your required station. You were too spent for conversation.
Leaving the station was much easier than you expected. Unlike your home country, where you could get lost just by turning 45° to the left, Japan seemed to prefer neater environments that were easy to navigate. And, upon stepping out of the building, you rejoiced at spotting a few variously colored cabs waiting along the curb. Outside of one stood a man, roughly in his 50s or so, who waved you over.
âNeed help getting somewhere, miss?â He questioned, and you nodded as you pulled out your phone, scrolling through your emails to find the one confirming your purchase of the listing.Â
âYeah, could you take me here?â
He glanced down at your screen when you showed him the address and chuckled quietly. âWell, thatâs a surprise. Last time I visited that house was some twenty years ago to take the owner to the station, rather than from.â
You blanched nominally. Twenty years? Had your house really been abandoned for twenty years? The listing claimed it was only ten max, that estate bastard. A sigh left through your nose. Too late to deal with that now, you figured. âI just purchased it.â
The man nodded as he popped open the trunk and assisted you in slotting your luggage inside. âYou look like youâve come from far away. Itâs rare for foreigners to choose to live in such a distant location. Not a fan of the city?â
I fucking hate cities.
âSomething like that, yeah,â you assented, thanking him as he opened the back door for you.Â
You appreciated his efficiency as he wasted no time dilly-dallying around. As soon as he was buckled up in the car, he was on the road, taking you down the last leg of your trip. The world outside the window streaked by in shades of violet and blood orange as the sun hovered on the edge of the skyline, reluctant to rest for the night.
âAh, apologies. Iâm Hayato Kazuhiko, you may call me Kazu, if you prefer,â he quickly introduced himself, and you followed suit. âWhyâd you choose this little village of all places? Itâs very small.â
You hummed. âThatâs exactly why I chose it. Iâm not a bigâŚpeople-person, if you know what I mean.â
The older gentleman chuckled lightly. âMy wife is the same,â he nodded as he peeked at you via the rearview mirror. âShe had to visit the small town I used to live in one day, and it was love at first sight for us. She was immediately drawn to country life, and weâve lived out in the neighboring town here ever since.â
âHow long have you been married?â
âTwenty-five years,â he nodded, and you could see the pure love and devotion in his eyes as he spoke about his spouse. It was wholesome, and softened your heart a sliver.Â
He was surprisingly relaxing to listen to. Pleasant voice that didnât grate on your ears, a few stories shared about his wife, the occasional tale about some significant structure or location. It was calming, in an odd way. Heâd point out a shrine or hiking trail youâd pass by, and offer to take you to them one day to teach you its history and meaning, and you actually considered it.
It couldâve been the harmless nature about him. Even as night descended and you could only really see his silhouette, inspecting him reminded you of your father, butâŚbetter, for lack of an accurate word. You werenât afraid that heâd suddenly raise his voice, or take you down a suspicious road â or, hell, back to the train station to send your sorry ass right back to where you came from.
âMr.ââ you cut yourself off and cleared your throat, mildly embarrassed about slipping back into your mother tongue. Japanese honorifics were something you continued to struggle with. âHayato-san, do you have children?â
He gave a mellow laugh and shook his head slightly. âPlease, just Kazu is fine. And I do, three of them, in fact. A younger son, and twin girls about your age,â he estimated roughly.
So the fatherly air to him you picked up on wasnât imagined. That brought you a form of reassurance you couldnât distinctly name.
âMy twin girls are all the way up in Tokyo,â he continued, chest puffed with pride, âand my son is still in highschool, causing chaos.â
âChaos?â You raised a brow.
âYes, but not the type youâd think,â he hummed. âHeâs a gentle child, but his kind nature means heâs unfortunately quite gullible and gets himself into trouble.â
A voice, the faint echo of a memory long lost, intoned in the far reaches of your lucidity; someone shaming you for getting caught up in an issue that wasnât even your fault. Your stomach twisted with dread, and your head snapped to peer at Hayato, expecting to find disappointment shining in his eyes when you studied them through the rear-view mirror.
Except, there wasnât any.
Concern at most, a crease in his brow as he warred within himself between protecting and helping his kin, or letting the kid learn on his own. There wasnât any disappointment, or anger, or exasperation. You could see him reminiscing as he stopped talking, focusing more on the twists that followed the mountainâs curve, and all you saw was justâŚlove, and happiness.
The churning in your gut settled, instead replaced with a sense of hollowness. Not the kind that made you sick; rather, it was like you had a gap in your chest where a puzzle piece was missing, while his was filled with a perfectly fitted heart.
Bittersweet, possibly, but only distantly so. You felt happy for someone who was borderline a complete stranger to you, someone you shouldnât even care about beyond tipping him well for driving you to the middle of nowhere in the dead of night, but you did anyway.Â
Maybe I could have had that too, your thoughts mutedly supplied, if I was normal.
Then again, you didnât want that, not really. Though you couldnât tell if that was just who you were as a person, or a result of the coals perpetually under your feet, it didnât change your mind.
Nothing could.
You were sure of it.
Smooth concrete eventually became a densely packed dirt road when Kazu turned off the main path, the car vibrating as the wheels rolled over loose stones and gravel. It didnât last long, thankfully, as the shabby looking pile of wood came into view, albeit dark since the stars overhead were too dim to illuminate anything much.
âWhere we are, miss,â he spoke as you both climbed out of the vehicle and met at the trunk. He opened it to retrieve your luggage, and you pulled your wallet out of your purse and counted off a few bills, wondering what the right amount to give to him would be.
It was hard to translate currency worth when things were valued differently in this country. Your trip abroad was a long time ago.
âIs this enough?â You peered up at him and held out the bills.
He took one glance at them and chuckled deeply. âThatâs far too much, really,â he replied as he pulled only two of the strips out of the small stack you were holding. âBe careful with your money while you adjust to the currency of this country. Do you need assistance with your luggage?â
âOh,â you analyzed the remaining money in your hands before tucking it back into your wallet. You really hoped he took the right amount needed and didnât undersell himself. âNo, Iâll be okay. You got me here in one piece, thatâs all I could ask for.â
âAre you sure?â
Your head bobbed as you inspected your suitcase and bag, popping out the handle. âYes, I am. Drive safe, Kazu-san. Thank you for taking me here.â
His chest rumbled with a laugh. âPlease, itâs my job. You are pleasant company.â
âLikewise,â your lips rounded into a smile as you bowed politely. It was small, and you were tired, but it was genuine, the first one youâve had for a long while. âGoodnight.â
Kazuhiko waved his hand in farewell, bidding you good dreams as he climbed back into the taxi and drove off, leaving you alone.
Your lungs deflated.
The air here was crisper, stinging your throat in a pleasant way as you inhaled slowly. Faint hints of pine and sap drifted across your senses. Nothing indicated any heavy stenches of smog or gasoline or gods know what litters the streets of every downtown city youâd been to before.
It would probably take you a while to get used to, and you oddly didnât want to, if only so you could admire the fresh fragrance every time you stepped outside. Your muscles relaxed, surprising you as you hadnât noticed just how tense you were until you were perched outside the front gate of your brand new (old) lodging.
Turning to face it, you groaned upon the realization that it was on a hill. Said hill was tiny, mind you, but a hill nonetheless. You found you couldnât give much of a shit right now, just yearning to lay down and pass the fuck out for a while. Maybe the rest of tomorrow, too. A few weeks, actually, if you were allowed to choose. A coma sounded wonderful.
âHome sweet home,â you mumbled to nobody in particular as you pushed open the gate and virtually jumped out of your skin at the near shriek it gave. Okay, it had to have been longer than 20 years, that was loud.Â
With your heart fluttering rapidly, you made a note to deal with it (and everything else) later and trudged up the incline, almost eating shit and dying when the toe of your boot caught on the edge of a stepping stone. Another thing to add to the âdeal with laterâ list. You had a feeling it would just keep growing exponentially.
Finding the key was easy, for better and worse. It simply sat in the door knobâs lock, very safe and secure and definitely not putting your house at risk ofâŚwhat?
There was nothing in there, evident when you pushed open the front door, which wailed just as loudly as the fence gate. You felt the blood drain from your face. Sure, the interior was empty, but the house was a wreck. Peeling walls, strange, crusty scent, and a sticky floor at the entrance that made you grimace when your sole pulled off it like velcro. You knew that it was custom in Japan to take off your shoes at the door, but fuck that. Absolutely not. You were not walking in any part of this house either in socks or barefoot.
Everything was virtually pitch black as you delved further in, so you depended on your other senses, and the ability to smell was one you wished you didnât have. Your nose wrinkled as various rotting odors welcomed you, making you immediately regret going through all this.
Morning. Youâd deal with it all in the morning.
Practically sneaking on your tip-toes, you explored the open space, trying to find the room that smelled the least and was passable to sleep in. Granted, there were really only two actual rooms down a hall going opposite of the kitchen besides the restroom and washroom, but the bigger one seemed decent.
At least you had a sleeping bag and wouldnât be conking out on the bare floor. You went through the motions of prepping for bed mostly by habit, doing the bare minimum seeing as you didnât have much of a choice. You brushed your teeth with the water from your tumbler, located and unrolled your sleeping bag, and climbed under the rustling top after yanking your shoes off, zipping it up as far as it went.Â
Admittedly, the setup was kinda janky, but it got the job done.Â
You couldnât be bothered to change into pajamas.
With your head plopped on probably the least comfortable pillow you had found to bring with you (also the only one that would fit in with the rest of your shit, it was practically a pillowcase filled loosely with sporadically placed lumps of stuffing), you closed your eyes, and your body finally let sleep take over.
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Morning was not pleasant. Surrounded by the musty scent of gods-know-what, back aching from the restless sleep you got from your pitiful sleeping bag and the hard floor, you were groggy beyond belief and desperate for fresh air. And a massage. And a cigarette.
You didnât smoke, finding the heavy and pungent funk nauseating, but the temptation was there. You felt you gained a little more understanding of smokers.
Brushing the thought aside, you pushed yourself up into a sitting position and rubbed the heel of your palm against the sore spot on the side of your skull. You would have believed someone replaced your pillow with a rock if you hadnât intimately known that lump of fluff. Or, rather, lack thereof.
Red lines, tender to the touch and tingling a little, were pressed onto the arm you laid on for most of the time you slept, causing you to hiss when you traced your fingers against them. It seemed to be barely past dawn when you reviewed what was out your window, leaving you questioning just how long you slept, if at all.
Figuring you wouldnât be able to go back to sleep anyway, you shoved yourself out of âbedâ and groaned when every joint in your body popped and every bone creaked. Hell, you werenât sure youâd be able to sleep tonight again. Not here, anyway. More problems for future you.
Sheâd certainly be happy about that. She already had so much shit to handle.
The growl of your stomach reminded you that food was something you needed to consume to continue living.Â
Reluctant as you were to do anything, you figured going out by starvation was 1) probably not the best idea, and 2) you wanted to be out of this dingy torture shed.
What was unfortunate was that you, like a smart person, didnât bring anything more than snack bars and those weird trail mixes with the fruit cubes that you just threw into your bag without much care. It was really the only motivation you needed to walk your sorry self out the door.Â
After you brushed your teeth and changed your clothes, of course, being very careful to not let anything touch the floor.
Stepping out of your home through the shabby and creaky door with your purse slung across your chest, you were met with the grandiose sight of mountains surrounding you on every side. They rose high, aching to brush the sky and touch a star, just one, just once, just for a second. Covered in thick greenery, you figured the faint yet present scents of cedar, pine, and other woodsy tones were carried down into the valley from the steep inclines.
You couldnât see any of these details nearly as well when you were dragging your tired ass to this place with ink covering the sky in a thick veil, but it truly was breathtaking.
Had nature always been this green before?
Having only done some cursory research on the village â namely, population â you didnât bother giving yourself time to actually inspect photos of the tiny rural town. From what youâd seen anyway, pictures could never do it justice. A velvety breeze brushed against your cheek, prompting you to tuck your hair behind your ear and pivot towards the direction the gale came from.
Your breath left you in a silent âohâ, mesmerized by the incredible view of the rising sun you had. It shone valiantly and radiantly through the gaps it had carved out between the towering peaks itself, illuminating the land in shades of brilliant gold with its splendor.
For perhaps the first time in your life, you feltâŚnothing.
Not a sense of hollowness, nor a void in your chest, no. A peaceful kind of nothing, as if not a thing in the world could take your mind away from this newfound elysium you found in sharing the morningâs shine with its source.
Invisible fingers caressed your jaw, threading through your hair with the gentle touch of adoration, as if you were delicate.
You hated to be treated like you were easily breakable, as fragile as glass, but this sensation was consoling, rather than degrading. The wind cherished you, not akin to a brittle figurine, rather as someone who was beautiful and worthy of gentleness unsullied by pity or licentious intentions. As if you were someone to be worshipped and revered.
A mother combing her fingers through her daughterâs hair, humming a lullaby only she knew the tune of.
Perhaps it wasnât impossible to find what you were searching for. You didnât know what it was exactly, a question without an answer, but it gave you a place to start.
With a deep breath swelling behind your ribcage, filling your soul with air untouched by sickly city pollution you were so accustomed to, you turned and began heading down the beaten dirt path that led into the heart of the village. The early summer warmth was pleasant on your skin, not too hot given the time. It seeped into your cold fingers and made them ache a little less with each minute going by.
While the town you had chosen was visually quite a bit older in style, with smaller structures dotted about reflecting traditional Japanese designs, there were some modernities. Electricity was, fortunately, one of them.Â
Based on the fact that you found and bought the listing online, you figured there was likely a way for you to get your hands on some Wi-Fi here, too. Youâd probably die without it.
The nearer you drew to the center of the population, the denser the structures became. Not to say they were rubbing walls, but neighbors were only a short few steps away, compared to the distance between your own house and the one closest to it.
Minka houses in significantly better condition than yours spanned either side of the road as the terrain shifted from soil to asphalt. They were beautiful, and you bet that living in that kind of house in this kind of place was either absurdly expensive, or dirt cheap, with no real in-between. You were personally on the latter end of this, which probably wasnât a good thing.Â
Doomed by the narrative once again.
Off in the distance on an elevated surface, you could see what you thought was a Wayo Kenchiku temple, if you had to guess. Its overlapping roofs were a deep green in shade, nearly black. They protected the desaturated brown walls of the building, and you were taken aback by how easy the temple was to see from where you were.
It sat across a wide river, one surprisingly calm as you approached it. It rushed along, springing with glimmering waves that shimmered under the light and frothed white around raised boulders. Despite it coming across as fairly deep, you could see clear through to the bottom, with the water itself being a refreshing shade of clear blue. A bridge spanned the rift, made of sturdy wood that had dark railings protecting either side of you, matching the aesthetic of your surroundings.
The bridge whined under your weight, but didnât shift, giving you some reassurance that you wouldnât go crashing through the planks. It led into the most packed section of the whole area, with structures built closer together, bearing a more modernized likeness, while retaining its unique characteristics.
In truth, though you remained apprehensive, the voice that scratched at the back of your skull everywhere you went and pestered you to run, run, run, had quieted. You hadnât registered it, the silence, too focused on taking in your new surroundings as a serene blanket covered the thoughts that usually pranced wild and free in your cranium, putting them to rest with a whispered mercy:
This feels right.
It didnât take you long to spot what you figured was the local grocery store. The bell above the door chimed as you stepped inside, peering at what products you could see on the shelves and aisles from where you stood. Being an anxious little creature, you double-checked to make sure you had your wallet, as well as the translated bills within. Last thing you wanted was to embarrass yourself in a place where everybody knew everybody.
Reassured, you chose a random aisle and headed down it, skimming the products to see if any of them appeared even vaguely familiar to you. Besides cans of soup and tubes of Pringles, there wasnât much for you to grab onto. Sure, there was ramen, but you didnât have a way to boil water. Cereal and milk, maybe?
Shit, no, you didnât have any cutlery or dinnerware. Unless you wanted to be a sad raccoon and eat raw cereal straight from the box, but you werenât that desperate.
Yet.
Mentally crossing out your options as you went through them, you nearly knocked over an entire row of items when you almost ran into an older lady who stood in the middle of the strip, watching you.
âOh! Iâm so sorry!â You hopped back a foot, raising your hands in front of you placatingly. âI-I didnât see you there, am I in your way?â
The woman laughed and shook her head, her smile reminding you of a grandmother thatâd sneakily give her grandkids candies while their parents werenât watching. âYouâre quite alright, I was actually wondering if you need help?â
âOh, uhâŚâ Bashfully scratching the back of your head, you glanced at the various bags of foodstuffs beside you and debated your choices. Say no, when it was painfully obvious how green behind the ears you were, or set down your pride and ask for assistance.
Your stomach chose for you, warning you to suck it up and get food before it began eating itself.
The womanâs chuckle was heartier the second time around, her eyes glimmering with mirth as she motioned for you to follow her. Feeling a bit like a scolded child, you trailed after her while she wove her way around her store towards the produce section at the back. She pulled a random fruit from the thunder-rain-shelf-thing (you honestly had no idea what it was called) and rubbed it against her apron before handing it to you.
âEat,â she insisted.
You blinked rapidly, peeping the fruit, the sign for it, then her. âHow muchâŚ?â
The lady waved her free hand dismissively. âDonât worry about it. Eat, I insist.â
You were going to argue further, but a deep cramp in your gut had you sinking your teeth into the sweet and wonderfully-textured treat. As embarrassing as it was, you borderline moaned as you chewed, quickly taking another bite. Whatever it was, it tasted divine.
This time, when she directed you to move with her, you followed without hesitation. âThank you so much,â you mumbled as she pulled out a chair from behind the counter and urged for you to sit on it.
âItâs nothing, I canât let you go hungry, now,â she swept away your worries. âYouâre new here,â she stated, rather than asked.
You nodded through another bite, waiting until you swallowed before continuing the conversation. âYes, I got here last night.â
âOh? Are you visiting someone?â
âNo, I moved here.â
Her brows raised. âReally, now? Who are you staying with?â
Mid-bite, you stopped to address the matter. âOh, no, Iâm not living with anyone. I purchased the house just outside the village.â
The way her eyes widened was nearly comical. âThat place? Now, thatâs a surprise.â
If you had a nickel.
âThatâs the second time Iâve heard that now,â your lips tugged into a frown and you stifled it with another chomp into the sweet object in your hand.
At that, she simpered mutedly. âI apologize. Iâm merely awed that it was still standing, let alone that someone had bought it. Last I heard, there hasnât been anyone living there for, oh, maybe 20 years or so.â
The realtor, that dog. He did lie to you after all.
You scornfully hoped he was enjoying spending your money.
Picking at your cheek with your free hand, you looked away with a nervous giggle. âYeah, itâsâŚnot in great shape. I have a lot of work cut out for me.â
âYouâre going to try to repair it?â
âYeah. Keyword being try.â
âIâm not sure thatâs a wise choice.â
You sighed. âMe neither, but I donât have much of a choice now.â
The woman shook her head, smiling regardless. âYou let me know what kind of help you need. There are plenty of handymen in this village of ours, Iâm sure theyâd be happy to help.â
âOh, thatâs very nice of you, butâŚIâm sorry, I didnât ask for your name,â you pouted, hurriedly introducing yourself.
âJust call me Granny. And I wonât take no for an answer, missy,â okay, now you really felt scolded. âI wonât stand for you trying to fix up that cluster of wood by yourself, itâs far too dangerous. And you shouldnât be staying there while itâs in that condition, either. Give me a moment, let me find someone you can stay with.â
Panic rose up in you and you waved your hands frantically in front of you. âN-No! Itâs fine, Iâllâ Iâll figure something out, really, donât worry. Please.â
Granny eyed you suspiciously, her hand hovering over the landline on the wall. âAre you sure?â
âYes! Itâs fine, Iâm fine, I promise.â
Her eyes remained squinted, even as she lowered her arm. âAlright, if you say so. But if you need any kind of help, big or small, come to me right away, okay?â
Relieved you wouldnât have to interact with more strangers, you nodded and deflated. âI will.â
âPromise me, young lady.â
âI promise.â
She grinned brightly and ruffled your hair. âThatâs a good girl. Let me pack you a few things to take with you so you have something to eat.â
âAhâ wait, IâŚIâm not very good with currency yet,â you halted her sheepishly. The prices were still confusing as fuck to you. Man, how the fuck were you going to manage this when you get a job? If?
âNonsense, itâs on me. I wonât charge you.â
Sorry, what? Did she do that for every person she met five minutes prior?
âButâ but thatâs notââ
âFinish up your peach,â she asserted as she was already walking away with a bag in her hands that wasnât there a second ago. What was it with grannies and having some weird, innate magic?
Your eyes darted down at your half-eaten peach, surprised to learn that it wasnât some foreign fruit youâd never even heard of before, let alone tried. It was an exceptional blend between succulent and rich; easy to bite into and chew without pouring juice all over yourself.
The fuck kind of peaches have you been eating before?
Sensing you might be buying these often if they were this good, you had well-nigh inhaled the rest of it by the time Granny came back with a stuffed bag.
âHere you go, dear,â she held out the shopping bag to you, which you took graciously after tossing out the peach pit into the small trash can by the counter.
Glancing into the bag, your lips shifted downwards. It was filled with a few different fruits and veggies, a couple bags of snacks, but mostly packaged food that looked like it could be eaten as is without needing to worry about cooking it. Your guilt skyrocketed. âGranny, this is tooââ
âDonât worry about paying. Save your money for the repairs of that home of yours.â
Your head shot up, eyes widening. âI canâtââ
âYou can because I say so, young lady,â Granny puffed out her chest proudly, using a motherly tone that easily put you in your place, much to your bafflement. You didnât even listen to your own mother like this. âCome back in the evening, Iâll have something cooked up for you.â
âYou really donâtââ
She made brushing motions with her fingers, shooing you off the chair. âOff you go. Thereâs a lovely little pergola in the park, go have breakfast there. Just turn right when you leave and keep walking straight.â
Flustered, you let her push you along out the door, your confused brain trying to catch up. âGrannyââ
âIâll have a list of handymen for you when you return,â she informed you right as she managed to get you out the door. âExplore the town while thereâs still daylight!â
And just like that, she was back in her store, sweeping with a broom that you swear materialized out of nowhere. You stared at the shop for a good minute, blinking dumbly until you processed whatever just happened.
You still werenât wholly sure. You went in, expecting to grab a bag of something random to âfeedâ yourself with, and left with a bag full of free food from a woman who spontaneously decided to give it to you.Â
The fuck. Sheâd go bankrupt if she just kept giving strangers sustenance off her own back.
Your own feet seemed to carry you along as you exhaled through your nose and took her instructions to heart. Too late now, youâd feel bad if you went in and returned everything. Itâd be insulting at this point, and you were hungry, anyway
A cooked meal did sound lovely as well, discomfited as you were. You had never met your own grandmothers â not in person at least, so you had no idea if grandmothers were simply like that or not. Regardless, you had a feeling she was going to fill that role in whether you liked it or not.Â
Luckily, you were drifting towards like. She did give you free food, after all, and was going to find help for you. That part you were more apprehensive about, however, stubbornness and introversion making you want to be stupid and attempt to pick up carpentry out of nowhere.
All you could do was try to accept it and sigh, taking in the sights, stores, and dwellings as you walked past them and towards the park. A couple shops caught your eye, particularly a clothing boutique, and what could possibly be a hardware store. You werenât certain, and didnât want to find out yet. The prospect of entering one and facing the big ass sign that said ��you donât know what the hell you're doing!â was too daunting to approach for now.
It didnât take you long to get to the park. In fact, it was such a short walk that it bemused you. A population of 600 people seemed larger on paper than it was in reality. Most of the town was behind you, granted, but the uncanniness was uplifting, in a way.
It didnât feel claustrophobic. The trees in the park were closer together than some of the buildings outside it, and they smelled so good that it knocked you back a step. The entire wild garden carried the fresh perfume of sweet and fresh vegetation, from blooming flowers scattered about and the grass underfoot, to the rustling leaves above. You couldnât recall the last time you were in a park, let alone one that was as vibrant and alive as this one.
The pergola was easy to find. It resided in the center, right beside a large pond that you saw was filled with koi fish when you got close.Â
They swam to-and-fro, carefree, intermingling, playing, and searching for food.Â
Your stomach twisted when you made an unintentional connection in your mind. They reminded you of kites. Pretty, ultimately trapped.
The koi fish, however, didnât seem to mind one bit. Not that you could understand fish language. They just went about their business calmly. It perplexed you, didnât spending their lives in a single body of water bother them? Didnât it make them depressed?
Could fish feel depression?
Shaking your head to rid it of the peculiar journey your mind had gone off on, you set the bag down on the table under the pergola and settled into one of the chairs, reaching to dig through your options. Of the items present, you opted to munch on a sandwich Granny had tossed in with everything else, bundled in saran wrap and clearly made by her.
While you were skeptical of pre-made food bought in a grocery store like this, one sniff had you biting into it ravenously. You were way hungrier than you thought as you devoured it, trying to will yourself to slow down enough to at least savor the taste of it. Your earlier guilt and trepidation disappeared three bites in, and you were now very much anticipating Grannyâs handmade cooking if this was the kind of sandwich she was capable of creating.
You questioned again if all grannies were like this, or if you lucked out. Either way, if it meant you didnât have to struggle with food for the time being (or ever, if Granny let you mooch off her forever), you didnât mind getting spontaneously adopted by her at all.
About halfway through your meal, the koi fish in the pond caught your attention again. They were gorgeous animals, graceful and sleek with scales that twinkled iridescently when the sun flickered over them from between the gaps in the canopy above. They had you mesmerized, sights focused solely on them as they showed off.
Maybe they had managed to hypnotize you, because you decided to tear off a piece of the ham, rip it into tiny pieces, then throw it towards the pond. There was a large splash as all the fish rushed towards the food, making you snicker.
A sort of childish glee bloomed within you, persuading you to indulge them a smidgen longer before you finished off your food. The park seemed like a sacred place where nothing could touch you, where the lands would remain lavish and healthy, and where you could let all your worries fade away.
Arcadian â that was the best way you could describe it. Placid, halcyon, grounding, mellow. You could go on and on, really, but youâ
The hairs on the back of your neck prickled when you sensed that someone, or something, was watching you. Heat grazed against your nape, slow, measured breaths right behind your ear. A kiss from a pair of soft lips that never reached your skin. A demanding presence wrapped around your figure, a prey caught in the trap laid out precisely by a steadfast and salivating predator.
Ghostly fingers slid down your shoulders, crept over your forearms, and encircled your wrists, holding them in place with a deceptively lax hold. Something firm and wide pressed against your shoulder blades, keeping you between it and the table.
Your heart kicked in your throat, preventing you from swallowing anything more than a tiny gasp.
And, like the cornered quarry you were, you shifted slowly to peek from the corner of your eye, avoiding any sudden or abrupt movements. You expected to find a beast hovering over your shoulder, eagerly anticipating your reaction.Â
There was nothing.Â
Only foliage greeted your wide-eyed inspection, expansive and untouched since you came here. The feeling of being hunted on had evaporated as soon as you checked, and though uncertain of this verdict, you chalked it up to being in totally unfamiliar territory. A result of a soundless, featherlight brush of wind, a critter in the foliage envying the fish you fed, lasting no more than a sigh.
Your brow furrowed as you searched through the plant life, seeing not even a hair out of the ordinary. That dovish sensation the park carried returned like it had never left to begin with, coaxing you to let it go and relax.
Maybe that was your cue to leave.
You shook off the lingering sensation with a shiver. Everything was okay in the wooded pasture, and as tranquil as your surroundings were, you knew youâd have to face the elephant in the room eventually.
You dusted yourself off as you got up to dislodge any lingering crumbs, carefully packed everything back into the bag, and took one final look around. This place would become your safe haven, you determined. Already, you were thinking of coming back, the memory of your adrenaline spiking fading rapidly. Imagining returning here gave you that minor push you need to fill your lungs with courage and turn to head back out the way you came.
You could explore the town later. Right now, you needed to address the state of your new stead and gauge what laid ahead of you first. Maybe itâd give you at least an idea of what you required to get started on all of this, though you doubted youâd come out of witnessing it in the full glory of the sun knowing more than you did now.
Absentmindedly, the milieu filtered into your subconscious, automatically noting small landmarks here and there to assist you in finding your way around the streets while they still confused you, until you had learned to traverse them and knew every path and alley like the back of your hand.
(Just in case, you assessed the back of your right hand. You know, to reacquaint yourself with it.)
Glumness overtook. You knew you probably wouldnât stay here for too long, no matter how much you liked it. You could fix up the house, flip it, and head off someplace else again in pursuit of something that probably didnât exist.
Itâs always been this way for you. The same old pattern, the same old story, the neverending book that looped in on itself over and over, caught in a wormhole where the exit was the entrance.
So it was easy to convince yourself to not get attached to the valley, nor the people, nor that damn sticks-on-bricks abode. Not even the grass filled with flowers and protected by tall trees you had already found yourself longing for.
It was easier this way. This was all you knew, after all.
You had it all figured out.
Didn't you?
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6: fate is fickle ; gojo satoru
pairing gojo satoru x fem!reader
summary when satoru breaks off your engagement, you understand and accept it. but when he marries someone else, you don't understand because he didn't want to be tied down.
content warnings mentions toxic family, mentions of forced marriage, emotional infidelity, lots of crying, drama drama drama, confrontation, lots of reminiscing. also not proofread so im sorry for any mistakes !!
word count 4k
a/n sorry for late update lomls my gojo fate is fickle ver. came back into my life after three years of silence so this is chapter is coming straight from my bones guysssss . also i am so so so grateful for the support on this fic, genuinely makes me so happy i love u guys sm thank you SO much !! <3 also credit to the person of the art!! i can't find their name so if anyone knows then lmk <3
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Gojo Satoru didnât get on one knee and ask to marry you. He did it when the two of you were in the apartment he bought just a few months prior, laying on the bed as the small opening of the curtains let a thin stream of silver streams in. It wasnât that he wasnât prepared because when he slipped the question while the two of you were facing one another, a hint of sleep heavy on the eyes on his moon-kissed face, he backed it up with the ring heâd carefully tucked away in his sweatpants. You swore your cheeks were hinting a fresh glow for the next week.
Maybe it was dumb to think you and Satoru, only twenty-five, wouldâve worked out when he proposed on a random Sunday in bed. It did seem dumb, though, while you sat across Hana who was relaying her own proposal story. Youâd tuned it out, not wanting to hear her drone on about how it was the most perfect, breathtaking moment when he got on one knee at a rooftop restaurant. You didnât want to be there, partially because you truly felt as though Hana was painting Satoru out into someone he wasnât, and partially because you were human and humans tend to get jealous sometimes.Â
It was meant to be a simple brunch with ten people, friends of friends of friends. You had Reina right next to you, Reina, whose eyes were continuously twitching as Hana would relearn a new moment from that picture-perfect night and feel the need to share it with everyone on the table. You could also see some of your own friends who were aware of yours and Satoruâs relationship look at her, then you, with furrowed brows. Hers mostly out of confusion, and at you to ask why the fuck are you quiet?
âUgh!â One of the girls, Jia, exclaimed as Hana finally seemed to get to the end of her engagement story. âI wish I had someone like Gojo Satoru; all these men are so unromantic and act like genuine children.â
Truthfully, if Satoru wasnât your ex-fiancee, you would be on the same boat as the girls who were unaware of your past relationship. Hanaâs story, from the pieces you forced yourself to hear, was dreamlike. A small part of you wanted to tell her that her romantic and unchildlike husband had proposed to her, too, right after heâd done some other things that would end that conversation immediately. But you didnât because it wasnât Hanaâs fault, even though your mind kept putting some blame on her, that Satoru broke it off with you.
âI hope all of you find somebody like Satoru. He truly is the best,â Hana replied dreamily.Â
You clenched your fists. Reina slammed hers on the table.Â
âYouâre so delusional, Hana, itâs concerning.â You wanted to raise your arms and pull Reina down and ask her to shut up. To not cause a scene. But Hana looked at Reina, a confused, concerningly kind expression covering her features and you realized there lived a monster in you that wanted to see Gojo Hana crumble. âDonât look at me all coy, high, and mighty. You donât know shit about your husband. Why donât you skip over these semantics and really tell them the only reason the two of you got married was because your parents forced you to?â
You delighted in the flash of anger that slid across Hanaâs face as she pursed her lips, trying to find the right words. You leaned back and stared, an uncharacteristically numb look covering your features. This, a part of you realized, might be detracking you from your healing process but it was fun.
Hana looked around the table and noticed how all eyes were fixed on her figure. If there was one thing youâd learned from girls' brunches, it was that everybody loved when it blew over and left one or many people scathed. She sputtered over her words, the tangle coming out completely incomprehensible and you almost felt bad. Almost felt bad because it wasnât expected of her to admit to a whole group of socialites that the marriage to the Gojo heir wasnât out of love, but out of an arrangement that went in their favor. If you were in her place, you, too, wouldâve waxed poetic about your marriage because if the truth would bring the palpable exciting energy down, you would feel bad.
âPerhaps it was suggested by our parents,â she started, glaring at Reina with faux sweetness. âBut it was only because our parents saw how in love we seemed with each other.â
You tried to hold yourself back but it was just so simple for you to scoff at her words. When Reina looked at you, a sheen of anger coating her eyes, you pushed yourself to talk. âItâs not love if he cheated on someone with you.â
You had thought about this moment before; youâd wondered if, were you to ever meet Hana again, you would drop the ticking time bomb in her presence that might either blow up her entire marriage or just cause a small blip in the working systems of it. But saying it now, after hearing her say all Satoru had said about you was that your fathers worked together, felt completely underwhelming. Though the shoe was dropped and it was clear everybody managed to get a small tatters of it to whisper about with other people, it felt wrong. Wrong because the way Hana looked at you, eyes brimmed with tears and brows coming together in sadness, you had most likely broken a piece of her.
She gulped then cleared her throat. âCanâCan we talk outside? Alone?â she asked and, without sparing a glance at anybody on the table except for you and Reina, she walked to the sliding doors of the restaurant and into the glaring sun above.Â
Reina placed her hand on your forearm and said, âCome on, letâs go.â It was surprising to see a miniscule hint of guilt on her features, and you realized you had to have the conversation.Â
Hana had most likely heard the clicking of yours and Reinaâs heels because she didnât turn back to face the two of you. âI know you and Satoru had something going on.â
You froze, stunned and silent.Â
âI had heard from my mother that you both were in a relationship. He never mentioned it to me, though, and I didnât mention it, either.â She turned around, eyes wide as she looked down and shuffled her feet in anxiousness. âI donât know how it ended or when it ended, but I thought when heâhe finally acknowledged there was something between us, the two of you were over. I didnât want to know. We did get married because our fathers told us to, but I wasnât lying when I said he was sweet and caring.â Her stare burned you like a billion matches. There was truth in her words, you knewâ
âYou homewrecking bitch!â Reinaâs voice cut off your train of thought as she walked towards Hana, an accusatory finger pointed in her direction. Once again, you didnât stop her even though you probably shouldâve. âIf you knew he was in a relationship, how could you even think of flirting with him? They were engaged. God! I swear, both you and Gojo are two peas in the same pod. You deserve each other.â Her words were also ringing through your head and there was confusion bubbling up within the same pot as growing anger.Â
âWhyâd you pretend not to know when we saw you at the club?â you asked, finding your voice again, in a calm tone that surprised you, too.Â
Hana shook her head. Her face had curled up into fury, and you wondered if her nice, docile, angel-sent-from-above personality was a card she held up her sleeve the entire time. âI didnât care. I didnât want to know because Satoru was mineâis mine. You werenât a part of his life anymore, so I didnât want to add any worries that were misplaced.â
You wondered if you should tell her that Satoru had tried reaching out to you at Suguruâs gallery.Â
âIf he had told me he was with you, I wouldnât have tried anything with him.â
You were sure you had moved past everything.Â
After more than a year of avoiding any fire from your past with Satoru, the past two weeks had been filled to the brim with situations revolving around him. It was easy to ignore what you had with Satoru when he seemed like a distant memory and then a mere ghost in your thoughts. But when heâs insistent on giving you answers you never asked for, answers you didnât want to know, and his wife had made an appearance that caused your brain to run without stopping, it was difficult to treat him the way you had.Â
No matter how much you wanted to ignore everything and reset your brain back to its default settings, you couldnât when the world was caving in on you and reality seeped through its cracks to light a bright, pertinent light in front of your eyes. You hated Gojo Satoru with every inch of your bones, but you were never truly able to forget just Satoru himself.
Your mind had an interesting way to deal with the pile of information dropped onto your shoulders. You shouldâve been reliving how Satoru made your blood boil when he got engaged with Hana, how he carelessly broke your heart because he began falling for somebody else, somebody brand new while he was taking space on your bed every night. You shouldâve been, but you werenât.Â
âA relationship broken is always a relationship that couldâve been,â is what youâd read once graffitied onto a brick wall you were leaning against with Satoru once in the middle of the bustling city streets. Youâd pointed it out, heâd agreed. Heâd agreed. You wish he hadnât because there was a fragment of you that wished he remembered those words now. The devilish part of you wished thatâs what he remembered, recounted abruptly while he was sleeping next to his wife.Â
You wished heâd think of the couldâve beenâs instead of the measly fears he told you about at the gallery.Â
You also wish you had those fears, too. You loved Satoru to a point that he was in everything you did; your clothes smelt like his detergent because you would always take your laundry to his house for the weekends. The lamp next to your bed had his bracelet wrapped around it because he thought it was too loose on his wrist and heâd lose it. You would always accidentally call him because his contact was on your home screen, causing you to press on it when you were scrolling (he always picked up and he always talked to you for hours after, making you forget why you had opened your phone in the first place). The tattoo, a small design of babyâs breaths, on your hip reminded you of how he had held your hand through the pain.Â
You knew Satoruâs dreams. You knew Satoruâs biggest fears. So, why did he never tell you the fears he had for the two of you?
As soon as the thought hit your mind, it was followed by you harshly reprimanding yourself by reminding you that it was because he was getting excited over someone elseâs calls, someone elseâs dreams.
âY/N, honey.â You heard your motherâs voice call from your ajar bedroom door before she hesitantly stepped in, heel-clad feet grazing over the off-white floor with footsteps following behind her. âYour friend from the gallery here to see you.â
You knew exactly who she was talking about which is why you raised slightly from your bed, a panicked look in your eyes, and only began pleading with her to tell him you werenât here. Before you could even utter a complete, coherent sentence, Suguru had walked in with his head down and your mother simply walked out of the door, sparing you a sad smile. She didnât know any of what had happened, but she most likely sensed it wasnât anything worth toasting to after seeing Suguruâs mood and your reaction.Â
âPlease, Suguru.â Your voice wobbled, a slight hiccup in your words because this was too much. Even though Suguru was somewhere on the top of your least-favorite people list at the moment, he didnât deserve to see you get angry at him without having control over your words. âLeave.â
âListen, listen, Y/N. I just⌠I heard some stuff and I needed to check on you.â His words were hesitant, as if heâd rehearsed them but had changed the script at the last minute. He walked closer to your bed and you couldnât find the words to ask him to leave. âHana told meââ
You snorted, cutting him off. âHana told you what? That I ended her perfect, dreamy image of her marriage in public? Are you here to���what? Reprimand me? Tell me I was wrongââ
âFuck, no. Stop, just for one second.â
You did stop because Suguru seemed more tense than you knew what to do with.Â
âIâm sorry. Iâm so, so sorry, Y/N.â
You stared at him, unblinking. âWhat do you want me to say?â
âNothing, nothing,â he quickly addressed, his body finding its way to the edge of your bed. âI want to say Iâm sorry, and you donât have to accept it. I was wrongâI realize that now but⌠I was scared, Y/N.â
âScared of what? I wouldnât have been any worse if youâd just told me what you knew, Suguru. You hid it from me when you saw how I was going insane the month after the breakup.â
âI was scared of this. How youâve been feeling since Satoru told you the truth himself.â You couldnât reply to that. âBut I want to tell you that even though I hadnât told you about it, I did let Satoru know really well what he did was wrong. Not that itâs any better, but I never supported what he did. IâI couldnât stop him from marrying her because⌠well, because heâs Satoru. I shouldnât have assumed you were okay, especially not after finding out about Hana after three months. But I thought you were andâI donât know, I wasnât thinking straight.
But I heard from Hana earlier today about what had happened at brunch. She said she was scared Satoru would find out what she said and IâI have no idea why she trusted me with that information. Iâm not friends with her. I donât know why she told me.â
You took in a deep breath processing all the information Suguru kept on dropping. âIâm not telling Satoru anything.â
âBut sheââ
âShe nothing. I donât want to hear it, Suguru. Whatever she did, even if she actively tried to sabotage me and Satoru, it was on him that he let her.â Your phone lit up from beside you and you glanced at the time, internally thanking whoever controlled it for the real excuse to kick him out of your house. âI have plans with Kento. You need to leave now, actually.â
You didnât miss the way Suguruâs face flashed with a hint of disappointment at your words.Â
Kento Nanami wasnât understandingânot trulyâwhich is why you were surprised that halfway through your date, when you told him you had to talk to Satoru, he understood. He walked you out of the restaurant, a calm, unwavering hand on your back and told you that no matter what happened, heâd be there by your side.Â
And though you knew you had people by your side, you really couldnât remember who and felt a flutter in your chest.Â
By the time you reached Satoruâs (and Hanaâs) apartment, the urge and confidence you felt when you came up with your plan ebbed away into pieces and left you lying there in a situation you werenât sure you could face. You raised your hand up to press a finger against the doorbell regardless, trying to force away the thought that you would see the apartment you helped him move into and decorate. You briefly, for a second, wondered if he had changed it. You also wondered if it would hurt to see the small paintings youâd bought as a present for his new apartment not be in the spots of the wall Satoru put you on his shoulders to pin.
When the door opened, you were met with the same eyes that had haunted your dreams and nightmares. His mouth opened, wide enough for a fly to fly into, then he schooled his features into mere curiosity. You realized that you were the one that sought him out this time, you were the one who dropped in unannounced at his house, which meant you should speak.Â
âI need to talk to you.â And frankly, at that moment, you didnât care if Hana was lurking behind him and able to hear you initiate a conversation with her husband. That was what he was: her husband before your ex-fiance.
He breathed out and shook his head as if willing himself to speak, too. âYes. Yeah. Come in, Y/N.â
And you did. You saw the walls, the paintings, the small hearts on the corner of the dining table you drew with a sharpie, the couch you picked out, and even the necklace you had forgotten that peeked from under his coat on the coat hanger. You didnât comment on it, though.Â
âDo you want water? Tea? Liquor?âÂ
You almost laughed at the anxiousness in his voice. âIâm good. This wonât take long.â
Satoruâs expression was what you could confidently call crestfallen, and he didnât try to hide it this time. You forced yourself not to think about it. You merely went down to the couch in his living room that you picked out and placed yourself on the left corner because you always used to sit on the right. It helped you see the TV better.Â
âShe isnât home.â You knew who he meant by âshe.â
âGojâSatoru, I need you to do something,â you said, unsure of how to start it off. In all fairness, you hadnât prepared what you were going to say, it was just a messed up, jumbled backbone of stuff that you knew you had to tell him.
His reply was instant. âAnything.â
âI need you to not feel guilty orâI donât know, keep feeling guilty but just keep it to yourself, okay?â You sounded like you were talking like a preschooler, and it wasnât much different because Satoru looked at you with the hopeful eyes a kid has before you reject their wishes. But Satoru wasnât a kid, Satoru was a man who made poor choices and hurt someone by doing something unexcusable, and that made it okay to tell him to stop.Â
âWhat do you mean?â
âDonât talk to me. If weâre in the same place, donât talk to me. Donât ask me not to hate you. Donât tell me you regret what you did to me.â
It hurt to break your heart by your own words.Â
âY/N, donât do this,â he trailed off, eyes wide and filled with fear now. âPlease.â
âStop.â Your own eyes brimmed with tears you werenât going to shed. It was fine dealing with Satoru when he tried to talk to you, but doing it on your own terms gave you an inexplicable feeling of sadness you hadnât expected. âYouâre being selfish.â
âNo. HowâŚâ
âYou take when you want, Satoru. You know more than anybody else that I loved you and lost myself when I couldnât. You were there that night in the car, holding me when I cried when you left me. You left me!â you exclaimed, pointing your index in his direction that wouldâve jabbed him in the face if he wasnât further away. âYou were there even after you left me. Youâre there now, making me all confused and angry, when you know you canât give me anything. You donât have any intention of being somebody I need in my life, so leave. Make this easier for me and leave. Let me live my life while you live yours.â
He had shifted down the couch, and though he was still not too close, it felt too close.Â
âDonâtâfuck, donât say that, love. Please. Iâm sorry, Iâm so sorry.â
You flailed your arms in the air, his words not helping your case at all. âYou can be sorry a million times over, but whatâs done is done. You canât⌠Fuck, Satoru. You canât do this.â
A moment passed. Then another. He placed his head in his hands, facing ahead while you faced his shaking body.Â
âI love you,â he said, and you were lost.Â
âDonât do this to your wife, Satoru. You love her. Youâre supposed to love her. Donât do this to someone else.â
âI love you,â he repeated, his eyes now looking into yours with a familiar fire of determination. âYou know that, right? You know that I love you?â His words broke out into a sob that ripped directly from his scratchy throat. âTell me you know that.â
âThen please leave. Donât show up. Stop showing up, and stop explaining something that canât be understood.â
And when Satoru placed a hand on your cheek, you didnât push it away because you saw that previous fire dwindle within a second. He tugged his lower lip between his teeth as he scanned your warm face, your glassy eyes, and he noticed how you were shivering under his touch. You didnât push it away because Satoru mightâve been selfish, but you were, too. And you would inhale the embers of him before they turned into ash.
âYou want this?â he asked, but you could see he knew the answer. You didnât reply. He continued, âIâll leave you alone, if thatâs what you want. ButâBut I want you to know I wanted it to be you. When Hana walked down the aisle, I thought of you. I wish youâd come. I wouldâve never said âI do.â I swear. Iâm sorry I fucked upâI fucked us up. I got carried away andâŚâ
You smiled sadly. âDonât do that to her. You have a chance at being happy, Satoru. Donât ever do what you did to me again.â
âDo you?â he asked.
âDo I what?â
âHave that chance at being happy?â
You thought about the question and Kentoâs name flashed in your mind. It might have been small compared to the colossal amounts of feelings you felt with Satoru back then, but it was something. Even though you didnât shake under Kentoâs touch or feel your stomach turning upside down everytime he smiled at you, you felt safe and you knew that if you could stay, Kento would stay, too.Â
âI do.â
He inhaled a sharp breath, a single tear falling from his eye. âIs it wrong that I still wish it was me?â
You wanted to say no, it isnât because a part of me wishes it was you, too. You didnât.Â
He continued, âI canât let you go, Y/N.âÂ
Another tear, then another, till they continued streaming down his face. You couldnât stop them. You couldnât react to them. Not even when he took his hand away from your face to messily wipe them away between sobs and hiccups.Â
âYou said you didnât deserve me, and you were right. Remember that.â
And even though a larger part of you didnât want to leave, you left, afraid that you might end up entangling yourself in his arms to cry with him. To get one taste of his lips for the last time before deciding to fuck it all and make one kiss more. To hold onto him for longer, forever. You left because you werenât sure you could tell Satoru to leave again. You thought you still loved Satoru just not in the way you used to. But when you saw him pleading for nothing because there was no good outcome for the two of you, you realized you might still love Satoru the way you used to, just less and concealed by the hurt. You wouldâve chosen all the bad outcomes and then some more if you stayed a minute longer.
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For fluff ideas for modern!aemond, maybe something with aemond and the reader at the beach with his family and he thanks the reader for putting up with them but they remind him that loving his family is part of loving him, even if they're crazy sometimes? If that sparks anything for you :)
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thank you for requesting, angel, i really hope you like this!!! reblogs and comments are highly appreciated, please let me know your opinions if you like it guys <333333
modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader
you hate the way aemond looks upset when he's supposed to have a good time.
he can't help it, not really. the beach days are lovely, when it's only you and him. he enjoys his time with you, he likes when you insist on sunscreen and snacks, he likes swimming and holding you close to his body under water. you still smile though, nothing stops your smile when you're with him. even his fucked up family.
everyone seems like they mind their own business but the air is tense. you catch them looking at each other with somewhat concealed despise. uncle daemon smirks at aemond's grandfather sneakily, alicent keeps looking at rhaenyra, jace and luke are thankfully mostly spend time with baela and rhaena, and aegon- he's busy getting drunk and no one pays him any attention. the only person who sits with you other than aemond is helaena. she reads a new book, looks lost in it.
aemond's father is whole another issue but aemond insists sitting separately from them. you find a quiet place, somewhere secured from sunshine. it bothers aemond's eye when it's too much, you make sure he wears sunglasses. he looks bored, sick of the dramatics of his family, and a bit embarrassed. you reach for his hand.
"hey." you whisper. "are you okay?"
he nods, gives you a reassuring smile. "i'm okay."
"you look sad." you say. "we can go swimming if you want."
he rubs the back of your hand. "i prefer waiting a bit longer, it's still sunny. i can come with you if you want now-"
you are quick to shake your head. "we can wait."
aemond pulls you to his chest. he kisses your hair with a gentle hand on your bare shoulder. at the beginning of your relationship, he was more hesitant to show any affection in front of his family. now, he doesn't care about any of their reactions. it's a nice thing, realizing his time with you matters more. you are happy with him being so comfortable with you, his hands always seek you, his lips always find an excuse to brush a small kiss on your face.
"i brought your book." you say, remembering you took the book from his nightstand when you're leaving the apartment. "it's in my bag."
"thank you, sweetheart." he mumbles against your head. "i can read it later."
you lift your head to see him. his hair loosely tied on his neck, sunglasses covering his eyes. you gently take it off to make an eye contact.
"we don't have to stay here, aemond." you say. "you're not having a good time, we could just leave."
"i'm enjoying." he says. "i have you. don't have to care about them."
"i mean, not because i'm bothered or anything, i like spending time with your family for you but- you look sad. i don't like seeing you sad."
aemond knows you mean it when you say you like spending time with his family. maybe normally you wouldn't wanna be in a room with so many troubled people, he knows his family is not easy but you endure your time with them for him. you're the kindest soul he knows and it's not your problem, he's a big guy and he should handle it if he doesn't want to spend time with these people. you smile knowingly, he kisses your curved lips.
"i'm not sad, i promise." he says. "i'll be better when we swim. i like being here with you, you know that."
you nod. he hides you to his chest, away from everyone. he's not gonna share you, he's got into his head too much but you don't mind. you wrap an arm around him to settle down.
"can we have a nap?" you ask. when you wake up he'll be your aemond again.
"of course." he says. the summer breeze is nice on his face, carrying the smell of sea. he waits a second before saying, "thank you for being here. for dealing with all this."
"i love you." you say before closing your eyes to cool wind on your skin. "i don't mind all this. i just love you."
aemond whispers the words back into your ear. he likes when you sleep in his arms, when you trust him enough to close your eyes with him. he holds you until you wake up, that's all he was meant to be.
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fic rec friday 20
hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!
farm to table by @buoyantsaturn*
âThereâs another group of kids here,â she said, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. âSaid theyâre looking for the Ghost King.â
I FUCKING LOVE THIS SERIES. NO WORD OF A LIE IM OBSESSED. i got an ask a couple weeks ago on what i see will & nico doing in their futures and i havent answered it yet BUT this series in particular is never what i would have thought for them and yet it fully and completely convinced me. i love the way their relationship is portrayed here, i love the nuances about will's gender, i love them figuring adult demigodhood out! i love the solace family! this series is another one of those stories that i think back to when im writing bc it's so spectacularly done
2. hopeless case by @restinreesespieces
âNico,â Jason wheezes as he slams the door to the Hades cabin open. âNico, I think Iâm in love with my best friend.â âNo, really?â Nico drawls, barely looking up from his book. Or: in which nico is jasonâs wingman this time around.
i was sold on the 'jason is a disaster. nico is also a disaster but more subtle about it' like that SENT me đđ such an apt description of their friendship. and leo wearing crop tops bc there's less clothes to burn and jason losing his mind over it is so real and true
3. seize the day by @restinreesespieces
â-Hey, Jason? Are you okay?â âNo,â Jason snaps. âYouâre distracting me.â Silence. Leo comes forward. Jasonâs back digs into the wooden edge of the table. âIâm distracting you?â Leoâs hand twitches, like heâs not sure where to put it. It lingers in the air between them, making a choice. Instead of a friendly shoulder pat or slap on the back, Jasonâs fingers are met with the familiar warmth and completion of Leoâs. Their hands interlock, sliding into place as theyâve done so many times before under the cover of darkness. But this time thereâs light, and they canât escape the bright truth that it brings. âHow, exactly, am I distracting you?" or: valgrace dead poets society au (with a happy ending)
this fic was so FUN like jason in theatre....ur so absolutely right. loved loved this story it was such a delight to read like who cares about reality what if everyone is gay at whatever time period we wish forever
4. crush the size of jupiter by @restinreesespieces
âAw,â he joked. âAnd here I thought we had a connection.â âYeah, maybe thatâs because weâre tied at the ankle, Solace.â Or: In which Nico thinks he can ignore his budding feelings for a certain son of Apollo, and fate decides otherwise.
the flower symbolism had me GAAAAGGGGEED and nico going oh. oh, no had me CLUTCHING MY CHEST SHDNSJDNS. WHY IS HE SUCH A MESS
5. stars on my skin by @restinreesespieces
âWill,â he says, âI think youâre being silly.â âWhat?â Will tries to hide his confusion, and Nico rolls his eyes. âYouâre being silly,â he repeats. âI told you your bedside manner is okay. So why donât you believe it? Do you think Iâm a liar?â âNo! I just-â âHmph,â he huffs, pretending to be miffed. âI think youâre afraid of nothing. Nobodyâs gonna be mad if youâre a little enthusiastic about healing them. That means you want to save them! Thatâs what heroes do.â âIâm - Iâm a healer,â he says quietly. âYeah,â Nico replies. âIsnât that what I said?â or: after the quest group to rescue annabeth leaves camp, a ten-year-old nico winds up in the infirmary and meets will for the first time.
BABY SOLANGELO BABY SOLANGELO BABY SOLANGELO IM LOSING MY MIND WHAT IF EVERYTHING WAS GOOD AND EASY WHAT IF THE WORLD WAS KIND TO THEM
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