#tower of frozen waves

[monkieninja]

Finally, I found the reason, why is Sea Fairy is got cursed.

This curse of the eclipse.

Currently, she's free, don't worry!

[Sherbet's Story]

She was an unfrozen on this scene and she's talked to Sherbet himself.

So that's means, the story with Sorbet and Peppermint is happening, after "A Mermaid's Tale" story, but also before the time, where is Sherbet visit Cotton (current days).

But.. how is Eclipse is cursed her?

The powers of Mermaids is actually connected to Almighty Sea herself. So that's mean, Sea Fairy on time of Eclipse become weaker..

But Eclipse is somehow cursed her and turned her into frozen statue.

I need to more watch about Tower of Frozen Waves story

[vsnapdragon]

knighted

[bakersstreetirregulars]

A Mermaid’s Tale - Part 2 - Official Patch Notes

All text and images except for the Crimson Coral Cookie unlock screen were obtained from the official CRK Discord Server. GIFs from that server’s posted patch notes are not present here because Tumblr will not accept GIFs bigger than 10 MB, and they just happened to be bigger than that. My personal notes/comments will be displayed using this indentation format as normal.

Greetings from the Kingdom team!

Let’s take a look at the list of new features coming with the August 30 update.

Please note that there will be other fixes and adjustments to improve your Kingdom experience as well.

You can find the detailed list of changes, additions, and fixes in the patch notes published on the day of the update.

WHAT’S NEW

■ NEW SPECIAL EPISODE: A MERMAID’S TALE PT.2

- The second half of the Special Episode, A Mermaid’s Tale, has been added.

· Dive into the underwater tales to find out what happens to the kingdom of Tearcrown, unlock new Collection entries, and earn rewards!

- The Tower of Frozen Waves has been added.

· After clearing A Mermaid’s Tale, Pt.2, you can climb up the Tower of Frozen Waves along with Peppermint Cookie and Sorbet Shark Cookie!

- The Tower of Frozen Waves consists of 100 floors, ranging from battle and running stages to treasure chests.

- You can unlock additional stories by clearing certain stages. Climb up the tower and earn various rewards, including Life Jewel of Choice Chests, titles, and more!

Editor’s Note: The idea of 100 floors in the Tower of Frozen Waves was actually something that can be traced as far back as Cookie Run LINE. The inclusion of Peppermint Cookie and Sorbet Shark Cookie in this tagline references a similar story from the “Tower of Frozen Waves” event that originally aired in OvenBreak in July 2020; the last update before the launch of Season 5 and the Lost City of Sugarteara story and Breakout Main Episode, where they alongside Captain Ice Cookie and Pirate Cookie climbed the tower to unlock its secrets.

■ [SUPER EPIC] CRIMSON CORAL COOKIE

Editor’s Note: There’s no new Epic Cookie this time. Crimson Coral Cookie is the only new playable Cookie this half-update. As such, Peppermint Cookie remains the only new Epic Cookie this entire update, and their special gacha banner will remain as is while Crimson Coral Cookie’s Legion Gacha is live.

- Crimson Coral Cookie is a Defense Cookie that uses the skill, ‘Somber Affection.’

- Skill description: Crimson Coral Cookie's sisters will lend their powers to the crimson spear, piercing enemies and dealing damage. Afterwards, Crimson Coral Cookie will cast an HP Shield to the 2 allies with the highest ATK (excluding herself) equal to a portion of her Water-type Skill damage. If Crimson Coral Cookie is the only Cookie in the front line, she and her allies will gain the Coral Armor buff. Additionally, her Coral Armor's size and weight will reduce the effect of Knockback and Flying. When Crimson Coral Cookie is using her skill, she is not affected by ATK SPD changes and will become resistant to interrupting effects.

- You can now pull Crimson Coral Cookie and her Soulstones in the Legion Gacha.

- Collect or purchase Coral Tear Droplets and use them in the Legion Gacha.

- In the Legion Gacha, you can get Coral Tear Shards instead of Mileage Points.

- You will receive the same number of Coral Tear Shards for pulling Cookies and Soulstones regardless of the Cookies’ Ascension status.

- Once you have collected a certain number of Coral Tear Shards, you will be guaranteed to meet Crimson Coral Cookie.

- If you already have fully ascended Crimson Coral Cookie or have enough Soulstones to fully ascend her, you’ll receive a Super Epic Cookie of Choice Chest instead.

- After the end of the event, all remaining Coral Tear Shards will be converted to Mileage Points and delivered to your mailbox.

- Crimson Coral Cookie will also be able to equip Sea Salt Toppings.

■ [GUEST] GEM MERMAID COOKIES

- 3 Gem Mermaid Cookies are now available.

· [GUEST] Aquamarine Cookie

· [GUEST] Gold Citrine Cookie

· [GUEST] Mystic Opal Cookie

- GUEST Cookies cannot participate in Kingdom Activities and aren’t available for battles or upgrades.

Editor’s Note: They essentially share the same exclusivity and status as the 20 Disney Cookies from the Disney collaboration from Summer 2022. They’ll roam around your kingdom and can interact with their own special decorations, as well as your own Cookies. What you CAN’T do with them is have them produce stuff in your economy/production buildings, send them out on a Bear Jelly Balloon, or prepare them for battle through any kind of upgrades available for other playable Cookies. Unlike the BTS Cookies, they also can’t be added to your battle team, since they’re not set to fight unlike their more experienced sisters White Pearl Cookie and Crimson Coral Cookie. Also… where’s Frilled Jellyfish Cookie? She’s not here!

- Welcome the Gem Mermaid Cookies to the Kingdom through the Gem Mermaids & Iridescent Shells event!

- In the ‘Gem Mermaids & Iridescent Shells’ event, you can select one of the 5 shells to meet a Gem Mermaid Cookie or earn a different reward.

- When you open an Iridescent Shell 30 times, you will be guaranteed to meet one of the three Cookies whom you haven’t met yet.

- If you have already met all the Gem Mermaid Cookies, you’ll receive 1,000 Coral Tear Droplets if you meet a Gem Mermaid Cookie.

- You can open one free shell each day in the Gem Mermaids & Iridescent Shells event. Purchase Sea Foam Gems from the shop using Crystals to open more shells.

Editor’s Commentary & Painful Math To Prove A Point: You need 10 Sea Foam Gems to open a shell. Conveniently, you can buy packs of 10 Sea Foam Gems for 300 Crystals, although you can only buy 2 packs per day and claim 1 freebie before the counter resets. Assuming you meet all 3 Gem Mermaids through the 30th pity drop, this endeavor would be worth 27,000 Crystals worth of pulls before factoring in freebies. But because you only have about 26 days for this event, you’d be limited to 900 Crystals’ worth of pulls a day including freebies. If you log in all 26 days, spend 600 Crystals on pulls daily, and claim your daily freebie worth 300 Crystals, you’d accumulate 23,400 Crystals’ worth of pulling from this gacha. After discounting the equivalent Crystal cost stemming from freebies, you’ll soon calculate that assuming you log in and spend 600 Crystals on this daily, you’ll need to have spent 15,600 Crystals total on this gacha over the course of this event. Of course, all of this math stems from the assumption that you’ll meet a Gem Mermaid off the 30th pity guarantee drop every time. If you happen to roll the low percentage that gives you a Gem Mermaid, that will save you time, needed effort, needed persistence, and a lot of Crystals. Although… these Sea Foam Gem bundles can be earned by watching an ad instead of paying 300 Crystals. This doesn’t affect the total number of F2P pulls you can pool from, but it saves you a few Crystals for other things.

30 pulls needed for pity drop x 300 Crystals per pull = 9,000 Crystals’ worth of pulls for a Gem Mermaid in pity (including the freebies)

9,000 Crystals’ worth of pulls for a Gem Mermaid in pity (including the freebies) / 900 Crystals’ worth of free pulls possible in a day (including freebies) = 10 Days of persistent Crystal spending to get a Gem Mermaid through the pity drop

9,000 Crystals’ worth of pulls per pity drop x 3 Gem Mermaids = 27,000 Crystals’ total worth in pulls for all 3 Gem Mermaids in pity (including the freebies)

300 Crystals’ worth per daily freebie x 26 days in the event = 7,800 Crystals’ worth of daily freebies available

900 Crystals’ worth in daily freebies & Crystal spending x 26 days in the event = 23,400 Crystals’ worth of F2P pulls possible

23,400 Crystals’ worth of F2P pulls possible - 7,800 Crystals’ worth of daily freebies available = 15,600 Crystals required in total across this entire event to claim every F2P pull

23,400 Crystals’ worth of F2P pulls possible / 300 Crystals per pull = 78 possible F2P pulls

78 possible F2P pulls / 30 pulls needed for pity drop = 2.6 possible F2P pity pulls

TLDR: Meeting 2/3 Gem Mermaids as a F2P is essentially guaranteed if you log in and claim all 3 possible F2P pulls and spend 600 Crystals on this daily, even if you have to rely on the 30th pity drop, in which there are 2 possible as a F2P within this timeframe on every 10th day. Meeting the 3rd one will require you to eventually roll for a Mermaid, but not one you already met, as this gets you 1,000 Coral Tear Droplets and achieves nothing. The pity counter doesn’t appear to reset if you meet one through a lucky roll, so pulling and meeting a new Mermaid before your 2nd pity drop (your 60th overall pull) will guarantee the 3rd Mermaid in the 2nd pity. If you watch ads to pull, you can save your 300 to 600 daily Crystal spending for other things.

- After the end of the event, all remaining Sea Foam Gems will be converted to Coins and delivered to your mailbox.

■ SUPER MAYHEM: TEARCROWN

- A new season of Super Mayhem begins in the underwater Tearcrown kingdom!

- Just like in the previous seasons, you need to set up three teams with five Cookies on each team (a total of 15 Cookies).

- Your Team 1 will battle the opponent’s Team 1, and your Team 2 will fight the opponent’s Team 2 afterwards. The player with the most victories will win.

- Cookies participating in the Super Mayhem will receive a battle buff.

· Cookies boosted to Lv.60

· Cookie Skill Levels boosted to Lv.60

· Topping bonus effects will not activate: the main effect will be applied, but the bonus effects unlocked by reaching +6, +9, +12 will not.

- Every round in the Super Mayhem, the Torrents of the Sea effect and Aqua Shield will activate.

① Torrents of the Sea

- The Torrents of the Sea effect is charged by skill activations from both teams. Once the waves are charged enough, the Torrents of the Sea effect will automatically trigger.

- Torrents of the Sea will sweep away the Cookie from the opponent team with the lowest HP percentage, permanently incapacitating them.

② Aqua Shield

· The Aqua Shield will protect a Cookie from the Torrents of the Sea once.

· One random Cookie will receive the Aqua Shield at the beginning of a battle.

- Reach the Master tier in Super Mayhem to obtain the ‘Spirit of Blue Waves’ statue design.

- Rewards and tiers for the Super Mayhem have been updated.

· Season rewards and the number of required Trophies for the Master to Grandmaster tiers have been adjusted.

- Once you reach a certain tier, the team info of your opponents will be hidden.

· On tiers Crystal 3 – Diamond 2, the third Cookie and Treasures of the second and third teams will be hidden.

· On tiers Diamond 1 – Master 3, the third and fourth Cookie and Treasures of the second and third teams will be hidden.

· On tiers Master 2 – Grandmaster 1, players’ Kingdom names and profile pictures will be displayed randomly; their Power will be displayed in hundred-thousands and millions only, along with the first three numbers of their Trophy counts.

■ HALL OF ENCOUNTER: A MERMAID’S TALE

- The Hall of Encounter has been updated. You can now find Crimson Coral Cookie in the Hall.

■ NEW DECOR

- ‘Shimmering Coral Throne’ is now available in the Tropical Island theme.

Editor’s Note: This decoration will cost you 24,000 Rainbow Pearls to buy if you’re not planning on buying the associated package in the shop. It’s about as expensive as the other Legendary Cookie decorations, so it’s fair. Just keep trading in the Trade Harbor and play in events, and you’ll soon find out that you saved enough to buy it. You can have the 3 Guest Gem Mermaids, Crimson Coral Cookie, and Black Pearl Cookie interact with it all at once!

ADDITIONS, CHANGES & IMPROVEMENTS

■ Heroic Torches will now stack up to 99,999 instead of 9,999 in the Storage.

■ Stage effect icons on the battle preparation screen have been grouped into a single list

[rhapsodj]

[ Dark Enchantress's Cruel Dream ]

Dark Enchantress Cookie is dreaming… of committing a suicide attack under her underling, hijacking a plane and crashing into the Tower of Frozen Waves.

[hyperhimes]

Let’s take the sorrow-filled maps of The Tower Of Frozen Waves, and put it inside of a competitive game mode where now every try hard is probably racing up the tower to peek at Sea Fairy Cookie whilst still frozen. Is it worth the reward? (A lot of people might say yes.)

LOST CITY OF SUGARTEARA IN TROPHY RACE! (Cookie Run: OvenBreak)

[envy-of-the-apple]

Rewound Infinitely

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Part one: Infinite Rewind

Synopsis: A decade later, Gojo has finally caught up with you. Weddings take a lot of planning.

Word Count: 8.6k

(Warnings: flashbacks to gore, not healthy trauma coping, thats all tho! pretty wholesome compared to last time)

Some things about him had changed within a decade, while others stayed the same. 

Even taller than you last saw him. His hair has been styled, no longer ivory chaos. You can't see a single blemish or mark despite the decade of fighting curses. He's as flawless as the first day you met him. No glasses; the entirety of his blue keeps you still.

You've seen this Satoru before: Suguru's memories, with glassy eyes, ruffled ivory hair, and an empty expression. Seeing such beauty yourself when you're standing right in front of him, it's breathtaking. 

Even the lights of Tokyo couldn't compare to him. 

You say nothing. You can't. Your mouth is dry and pointless. You're not even sure where to even begin. In front of a God, your insecurities pile up all over again. Is he disappointed by you? How could you explain everything that you put him through? Your mouth opens, you think you're about to speak: an apology, a plea, anything-

"—You're late!" 

His hands reach up to squish your cheeks together. It was so unexpected, you squeak. 

And Gojo Satoru is pouting. 

It's a wave. The ocean of anxiety, guilt, and fear crashes into the shore. You feel nothing but indignant rage at the brat who clearly hadn't matured one damn bit. 

"I'm not late!" You hiss back. "If anything, you're the one who's late. I was—"

You're cut off by his laugh, light and happy. 

He isn't offended by your outburst; he's overjoyed about it. His cheeks are dabbed with pink, and his lips are so wide that he's showing his teeth. Your anger wanes when he pulls you into his chest, arms circling around you. You can smell his cologne when he buries his face into your hair. 

"There you are. Finally." He melts into you like butter. "I missed you, Greeny." 

His voice is soft, quiet, and sincere. You can't do anything but hug him back, allowing him to sink.

"I missed you, too." You whisper.

He hums. Apart from the wind, it's quiet. He's clinging onto you as though he's afraid once he lets go, you'll disappear forever. His behavior is justified. You were constantly meddling with his life before whisking away. Just this once, you allow him to keep you within his reach, letting the cat catch the canary. 

"This is sweet 'n all. But we're actually getting late." He mutters. "Also, we gotta do something about your clothes." 

"Hm?" 

One moment, you're atop the Tokyo Skybridge; the next, you're standing in an upscale boutique. 

Satoru skips away from you. Meanwhile, you're frozen, brain scrambling to catch up with what happened. Teleport. He can teleport now.

"Mr. Gojo, sir." A voice calls. An older woman smiles at him. 

He gives her a casual wave before gesturing over to you. "Mind giving this one a dress? It's a black-tie event. We don't have a budget." 

The woman turns to you with a smile. "Of course, sir." 

What?

Dazed, you pliantly follow the woman into the back of the boutique. Her hold on you is gentle as she ushers you through the hall with one hand on either side of your shoulders. When you look back, Satoru is waving with a wide grin. The door shuts behind you. 

"Do you have any preferences?" 

You turn back to the woman. She's still smiling. You can't tell if it's genuine or customer service. Perhaps both. 

Did Satoru not like what you're wearing? When you look down, it makes sense. Your time on the tower wasn't kind to your hair, not to mention your clothes. This morning, you'd just thrown on the first thing you saw. 

This morning. That felt like centuries ago. 

She's still waiting. You give a trepid smile. 

"Anything," you say, "anything as long as it's cheap. I'm not exactly swimming in cash." 

She gives a confused look. "Oh, but Mr. Gojo is paying, isn't he?" 

Was he? You had no idea what was happening, much less what he had just said. She returns to her usual smile. 

"If you have nothing in mind, let's see here..." 

Some time later, your usual clothing was removed and replaced by something satin and long. It was a pretty dress that fell right to your feet. A set of women also flitted in and worked on your hair and face, putting everything back in your face so that you looked more human and less cryptid. 

"What do you think?" She asks, looking at you through that mirror. 

Pretty, you looked pretty. But when you looked closer, no amount of make-up could remove that look in your eyes. 

When you step back out, Satoru is waiting with a tapping foot. 

"Finally!" He exclaims, standing up. He doesn't acknowledge the dress, probably because he's seen himself in better. "Thanks, Hana. Okay, let's go." 

"Go?" You prod. "Go where? You—you still haven't told me what you're even doing—" 

It's no use. He grabs your hand, instantly warping you away from the boutique. 

You're outside. There's people everywhere. In the distance, you can see a crystal glass dome. The sun was still in the sky, which was strange because you remembered watching a sunset not too long ago, unless you weren't in Japan anymore. To prove it to yourself, you check your phone location. Yakima, Washington. What the fuck.

Was this some type of torture, him flitting you from continent to continent, all in a ploy to punish you for something? You give him a pleading look. 

"Just tell me what's going on—" 

"Nuh-uh." He grins. "It's a surprise! Besides, you'll figure it out soon enough. Now, I gotta' go. Stay here, be good, and find the panda!" 

And then he's gone.

You always knew he was insane, but this is ridiculous, even for him. To leave you in the middle of nowhere, that asshole.  

There is no one you recognize in the crowd, but they are all walking towards the dome, so you meekly follow. What did he say? Find the panda? It had to be a metaphor of some kind, or perhaps there was a panda statue you needed to wait under. 

And then you see a panda on two legs walking and talking with a group of teenagers.

Seriously, what else did you expect? 

Feeling like you've just aged five years, you approach the group. Including the animal, there's five. They all look like 14-16 years old. You feel like you're in high school all over again when they glance over at you. The girl looks particularly unimpressed. 

"Hi." You look at the panda. Maybe it's a really good costume because no one else looks shocked. "Satoru said I should find you...?" 

One of them seems to get the code. The one with black hair and puppy eyes perks up. 

"Ah! Are you 'Greeny'?" Did he tell everyone about that nickname? Didn't you tell him it was supposed to be a secret? Though, it doesn't really matter anymore. 

"It's not my actual name." You say before introducing yourself. 

He gives a nod. "Okkutso Yuta." He bows. What a polite kid. "This is my friend, Inumaki Toge." 

The kid with half his face under his scarf gives a wave. You smile. 

"Just Maki." The girl steps in before she gives you a once-over. "I like your dress." 

"Oh, thank you!" You say happily, "I love yours as well!" 

She looks away, but you have a feeling she has a hard time taking compliments. 

"I'm Panda." The panda fucking says, and no, it isn't a costume, but you're too tired to ask at this point. "Nice to finally meet you." 

When the final kid says nothing, Panda reaches over and wraps a furry hand around his shoulder. 

"And this is Fushiguro Megumi! He's shy." Panda says cheerily. The boy flusters under his weight. 

"Get off." Fushiguro gripes. 

"Don't mind him." Maki rolls her eyes. "He's just throwing a tantrum because his sister couldn't make it, and he's gonna have to socialize with people instead of hiding behind her." 

Fushiguro glares, but he doesn't respond to that. He just gives you a nod, and you decide these are good kids. At the very least, they're all way better than that brat Satoru. 

"So, why are we waiting out here?" You ask, peering around. 

"The doors haven't opened, yet," Okkutso kindly relays, "we're just waiting out here until everything is set up." 

"If they're taking this long, then they should at least ask for help." Maki crosses her arms. "We've been waiting out here for at least thirty minutes." 

"At least there's food." Panda tries to assuage. 

"Salmon," says Inumaki. 

"They're serving salmon out here?" You give him an incredulous look and he waves his arms around. 

"Bonito flakes." Inumaki says. Okkutso tries to come to his rescue. 

"Inumaki can't speak anything but food items because of his curse-" Maki quickly yanks him down by his collar frantically. Fushiguro is whispering something in his ear. You watch them go back and forth before it clicks. 

"Does it have something to do with his technique?" You ask, curiously. 

They stop squabbling. 

"Oh, our bad. Sorry 'bout that." Panda gives a sheepish grin. "We didn't think you'd know about jujutsu sorcery 'cause...well. Your cursed energy is really low." 

"Super low." Maki agrees. 

"Salmon." 

"Even lower than Maki's." That earns Panda a punch from her. 

"Thank you," you dryly say, before you turn back to the building. 

"What's going on in that place anyway?" 

They all give you an odd look before they look at each other. Did you say something wrong?

"Did Gojo-sensei not tell you anything?" Okkotsu asks. 

You allow yourself to leak some bitterness. "Satoru just dropped me on the sidewalk before teleporting away. He never tells me anything.

"That sounds like him." Panda nods. 

"Idiot," Maki says.

"Such an idiot," Fushiguro says, and now you feel bad for Satoru.

"Our sensei's getting married today." Okkutso supplies. He points at the dome. 

You don't get why you didn't realize it sooner. You knew these kids, at least Okkutso, Maki, Panda, and Inumaki. They all showed up on the very last day Geto Suguru died. Okkutso, in particular, had fought and defeated Suguru. 

These were Gojo Satoru's students. 

You think back to the last time you saw Satoru. He didn't look like a groom, but he's an eccentric guy. You wondered what kind of person would put up with him for the rest of their lives. You pitied them. 

"Oh." You frown. "His wedding? I—I would have at least brought a gift." 

"I don't think he'd mind," Panda said, "besides, you didn't even know!" 

You still felt a bit guilty. 

"We didn't bring anything either," Fushiguro states, and it helps just a tiny bit. 

"When the ceremony begins, you can sit with us," Okkutso tells you, "we're supposed to keep an eye on you, anyway." 

"You're not talking to a dog." Maki grunts. 

"Oh no I—I didn't mean to be offensive!" Okkutso backtracks. "It's just—well, Gojo-sensei's been talking about you for a while, and we want to make sure everything goes smoothly and we were all really excited to meet you so—" 

He keeps rambling like that until Inumaki pats his shoulder. You laugh, amused. 

"I wasn't offended or anything." You tell him before his words sink in. "Wait, Satoru talks about me?" 

"All the time." Maki responds, an edge to her voice. "'Greeny this', 'Greeny that'." 

"We usually tune him out when he gets like that," Panda says, "honestly, we didn't even think you were real until just now." 

"I always thought 'Greeny' was an inside joke Gojo-sensei and Haibara-sensei had," Okkotsu admits. 

Something warm bubbles in your stomach. 

"So," Fushiguro speaks, "how do you know Gojo, anyway?" 

You didn't know the story Gojo told them so you simply keep it vague. 

"I knew him as a kid." 

It's Panda who gets the most excited about this. 

"Really? What was he like as a teenager?" 

"A brat." You instantly respond, and then you think a little more. "But I don't think that ever changed." 

They ask you a couple more questions about Gojo's high school days. You oblige, thinking this as payback for how Satoru dropped you here without saying anything. You don't know how long you spend out there, airing out Gojo's younger days while his students get increasingly giggly. 

Okkotsu is the one who notices the crowd is moving. 

"I think they opened the doors." He smiles. "Let's go, everyone." 

You follow behind Maki, admiring the architecture. It's a grand building. Sparkling crystal glass lets the sunlight bleed in. The decoration was something else entirely. Small white flowers adorn the chandelier, and they cascade down the edges. Ice sculptures of angels greeted the guests. Live music was already playing. Satoru knows how to plan a wedding. 

Maki finds you all seats. You sit next to her. Fushiguro follows you. Okkutso, Inumaki, and Panda take the seats behind you. While you wait for the guests to settle down, you pass your time, waiting for the students to bicker with one another. From your assumption, it looked as though Maki, Panda, and occasionally Inumaki butted heads with each other. Okkutso often served as the timid referee, trying to get everyone to calm down, which almost always made things worse. Fushiguro just elected to ignore everything. 

"Are they always like this?" You lean over to whisper to him. Fushiguro gives a tired nod. 

"Every. Single. Day." He's saying this from experience, but at least you get a show. 

Everyone settles down eventually. The kids grow quiet when the music starts to swell. The indoor lights dim. It's starting. 

You've never been to a wedding this grand before. There was a live orchestra. Women and men were dressed in baby blue, gently strumming away their cellos, violins, and violas. 

It's how you miss Satoru's entrance. He's already standing on the altar by the time you look back. He's changed into something more formal. The suit and green tie fit him. A perfectly put-together beauty. As though he can sense your stare, he catches your eye and winks. 

But why was he already up there? Shouldn't he be—

"Sensei's coming!" Okkotsu whisper-yells. Inumaki hushes him.

Everyone turns to face the door. You do, too. 

Your heart stops when you see him. 

It's all there. Black hair, but it's longer this time around. Of course it is, he's had years to grow it out. He's tall, he must've grown since highschool. 

You don't think you're breathing when you watch him walk down the aisle. The music is low, barely loud enough to hide the click of his heels. He takes his rightful place beside Satoru, his best man. Satoru gives him a nudge, and Suguru shakes his head fondly. 

Everyone turns to see Shoko's entrance. You should too, but you keep staring at him. How much he's changed since high school. How much he's changed since he waltzed onstage wearing a priest's outfit, filled with nothing but empty hatred for those he viewed as weak. 

But he's not wearing that twisted monk costume. His eyes aren't dull and dead and bitter. There's no sickly faux smile on his lips.

Today, Suguru looks like the happiest man on Earth. 

His eyes are wide and eager and sparkling purple beauties. He's 27, but he looks younger. The lines of exhaustion and heartbreak aren't so prominent. And you—and you—

You just sit there, watching as Shoko walks up to the altar, watching as they stand as bride and groom. His daughters, adorned in pretty blue dresses, stand right behind him, smiling so hard you're sure it hurts. The priest speaks. They say their vows. You can't hear a single word. It's like you're behind a glass wall, and you can see him, but you can't feel him. 

 When they kiss, everything comes back. The crowd celebrates. Satoru ruffles Himeno's hair. Nanako smiles wider. Behind you, Inumaki and Panda sniffles. Okkotsu hands them a tissue. 

"It’s pretty." Maki comments. Fushiguro gives a hum of agreement. 

ⴵ

Satoru finds you and the kids when you're waiting for the reception to start. 

He appears behind you with a cheery, "And how are my lovely students holding up?" You almost spill your drink in shock.

"Sensei!" Okkotsu chirps. "Where's Geto-sensei and Ieiri-sensei?" 

"Shoko's around; Suguru's taking a break," Gojo answers with a grin. "If you don't mind me, I'll be stealing this one for a sec." 

He doesn't wait for an answer, steering you away by your shoulders. You look behind you. Panda waves. Fushiguro just looks even more upset. You wave back at them regardless. 

"I can't believe you put your students out on babysitting duty." You tell him. "And what's with this wedding? There's no alcohol anywhere." To make your point, you take another sip of your apple juice. 

"We have kids here. Kinda' have to make it alcohol-free," Satoru says. 

"The bartender could ID them." You suggest. 

"You think teens who fight curses daily wouldn't figure out how to get around that?" He grins. You frown at his frustratingly good response. 

“What’d you think of them?”

“Hm?”

“The kids.” He urges. “What’d you think?”

Your brows scrunch. You have no idea what he means by that. Eventually, you take a breath.

“I like how...close they are.” You eventually say. “The bond they share. They care. I think each one of them will be good sorcerers.”

He’s silent, and you think you might have misunderstood his question.

“I learned that from you,” Satoru says, “keeping them together, making sure they can grow, get stronger, together. You were always so insistent on that, back then. I’m glad you were. It was one of the best things about you.”

You stare at him. Really stare. You’ve never heard him sound so genuine, so sincere before. You look into his crystal-blue eyes, wide and earnest. Part of you wants to take a picture, so you could keep it forever.

Eventually, Gojo successfully drags you to a less crowded area of the party. He looks around. 

"Hm, he should be around here somewhere...?" Satoru hums to himself. 

"Who?" You ask. That question answers itself. 

Haibara Yu is waiting a little ways ahead. By now, the sun was starting to set. His brown hair turned gold. Gojo eagerly hurries you forward as he calls out to him. You stumble, still lost at what you're seeing. 

"Guess who I brought?" Gojo sweetly sings, Yu-Haibara, he hasn't let you call him Yu yet-tilts his head.

He smiles, confused. "Oh? Hello!" He says cheerily. "Who's this?" He asks to Gojo. 

"Guess," Gojo says. 

Haibara stares at you, and you decide to give him a hint. 

"Brocolli head?" 

He gapes. It's almost the same reaction he had last time. Last time, when you had to convince him to kill you so you could go back in time to save Satoru.  

"No way." He gasps. "Greeny?"

 He doesn't remember. He wouldn't, why would he? Still, it's nice to see the innocence on his face, rather than the pain you saw last time. Right before he snapped your neck. 

You think he was crying the last time you two saw each other. 

In this timeline, Haibara is hugging you so tightly you think your head's about to explode. 

"It's really you?" Haibara says, but his bear hug muffles his words. "“—I—I can’t believe it? It’s actually you! I thought I’d never see you again even though Satoru said we'd see you again one day, and—and then suddenly you pop up outta’ nowhere—not that I’m complaining— but—”

"Haibara." You plead. "You're suffocating me." 

"Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry." He lets you go, and your lungs inflate again. "I—I'm just so happy! And—and you're a girl!" He says it like it's the most surprising thing about this whole revelation. Maybe it is. 

Satoru is always needy for attention and whines as always. 

"Wait, you two came up with a code word?" He complains. "That's not fair. We never did that." 

"I mean, it was Haibara's idea." You point out. "You should be smarter next time." 

That makes him frown even more. You laugh. 

"Yu." Haibara suddenly says. 

You turn to him. 

"My friends call me Yu." 

It's nice to know that no matter what timeline you're in, Yu will always remain stagnant. 

"Okay, lover boy," Gojo says with a not-so playful bite, "keep your eye on this one for me, okay? Gotta' go do more best man shit." 

Satoru's gone once again. You look at Yu. 

"He's been running around since I got here." You tell him. "Does that man ever rest?" 

"Nope." Haibara grins, before taking your arm. "Follow me; you should meet a couple of people." 

He leads you through the crowd. You spot the teens moping about out of the corner of your eye. Panda and Inumaki seem to be in a push-up competition. Maki is egging them on. You wisely decide not to disturb them.

Yu drops your hand to wave to someone. There's no need for any kind of introduction for these people. 

Riko and Misato Kuroi smile at you first. Miss Kuroi's aged beautifully since you last saw her. Wispy silver hair knitted seamlessly into brown strands. She never got that chance to grow gray hairs last time. You're staring so much it might be rude. 

"Yu?" Riko asks and you think you're about to break because they know each other. "Who's this?" 

"Uh, this-" Haibara chokes before looking at your awkwardly. Right, he doesn't know your actual name. 

Come to think of it, Satoru doesn't know either. He never bothered to ask too. Probably on purpose. Ass. 

You smile and politely introduce yourself. It takes everything within you not to scream and hug them both because in this timeline, they don't know you. They never did. 

But you can change that now. 

"Hello!" Riko beams. "I'm Kuroi Riko, but just Riko is fine! And this is my mom: Kuroi Misato." 

She says that so plainly, like that had always been her name, like Miss Kuroi had always been her mother. You wonder how long it took for those two realities to become her norm. Or maybe it hardly took time at all. 

"It's wonderful to meet you." Miss Kuroi states before she tilts her head. "May I ask how you know the couple?" 

Haibara jumps in for you. "Um—actually, this is Satoru's date!" He fumbles. 

You do a double-take. No, you technically weren't Satoru's date. But you technically entered the wedding with him. And he was the one who 'invited' you. Fuck, you were the brat's date. Damn it. 

"Ah." Nanami cuts in for the first time. "So, you're the one Gojo won't shut up about." 

His accusation sounds like Maki's, but less harsh. You wonder if he has a favorite student. 

Nanami looks the most different from his high school counterpart. A new haircut, less slouchy, more tall and refined. He blinks at you, slow and calculating. 

Sheepishly, you laugh. "Yeah...that's me....sorry." 

"Don't be rude, Kento." 

Ieiri arrives with a soft smile and painted features. She's changed out of her glowing gown, sticking to something small yet perfectly elegant: a short white dress that curls ever so slightly at the ends. Riko's the first to hug her, ecstatic. Ieiri hugs her back, too, because they've become friends in this timeline. The circles under her eyes are less prominent. Her smile looks more real. This isn't the timeline where she's had to bury her friend; it's the timeline she's allowed to marry him. 

"Congratulations," you say politely once everyone is done cooing over her. She smiles at you, the way a stranger would. 

Then, her head tilts. 

"Sorry," she hesitates, "do we know each other? You...feel familiar somehow." 

Ieiri was the first person you met when you activated your technique and returned to the past for the first time. She was the one who calmed you down, kept you grounded. In a way, you owed a lot to her. 

Looking at her, you can see why Suguru kept her cigarettes in his pocket. 

You shrug. "I must have one of those faces." 

The attention turns back to her, her beautiful dress, pure and white and beautiful. You feel Haibara stare at you. You shake your head at him. It wasn't the time. Maybe it never will be. 

"This really is a beautiful wedding," Mistato says when the conversation reaches a pleasant lull, "I can't imagine how much it cost." 

She shrugged. 

"Probably a fortune, but I let Satoru deal with the numbers." 

Misato looks confused, and Ieiri laughs. 

"He paid for everything." She gestures to the venue. "Suguru and I didn't have to fork over a single cent. It's the least he could do for being a pain in the ass for 12 years." 

Damn, you knew he was rich, but you didn't know he was rich rich. Maybe you should consider being nicer to him. If you ask politely, perhaps you could get him to pay off your car loans. 

"I'll get him to pay for my wedding too." Riko proudly says. 

"He'd probably do it, too." Ieiri nodded along. "He offered, just like that. The only thing he was hellbent on was the date." 

"The date?" You echo. Ieiri shrugs, messing with her laced sleeves. 

"Said it absolutely needed to be on December 24th. Something about spirituality. I never listened to that guy's rants." 

It comes to you immediately, but you're pushing it away. No way. Satoru wouldn't. There isn't a chance in Hell he would have convinced his friends to have the biggest day of their lives on the same day you were supposed to meet him. 

No, of course, he would do that. Ass. 

"So, how do you know Satoru?" Riko asks you. When she realized how rude it sounded, she backtracked. "I—I didn't mean anything by it! It's just...the guy only knows five people. When he spoke about bringing someone along, I thought he was joking." 

"Same here," Nanami says. Haibara stifles a laugh, and you realize all of Satoru's friends think he's a loser. 

Friends. Back then, he only had one of those. 

"Um." You toss Haibara look. He shrugs. "We met a few years ago! But we just recently reconnected." That's close enough to the truth. Good enough. 

You remember your blunder. You sympathetically look at Shoko. 

"I'm so sorry I wasn't able to bring a gift," you say, "I was blindsided. Satoru barely gave me enough time to get ready." 

You laugh, and you're hoping they laugh it off too. They don't, instead Shoko, Nanami, Riko, and Misato look at you. Then, they look at each other. 

Nanami speaks first. He clears his throat.

"Did Satoru....abduct you?" 

"What?" 

"That sounds like him." Misato sighs, more exasperated than anything else.

Riko nods along with her. "We tried to teach him. Where did we go wrong?" she laments. 

Haibara and Shoko laugh as you desperately try to defend your not-date date because he didn't actually kidnap you, but he did bring you here against your will and started dragging you along like some toy, but it's the context about that that matters. You wished they could've had a bit more faith in him. Poor Satoru. 

It ends eventually. Ieiri excuses herself. Riko and Misato go too. You stay with Yu and Nanami, watching as they get into increasingly petty arguments. It’s hilarious how quickly Yu is able to bring the usually staunch and serious Nanami down to his level.

Sometime later, you find yourself roaming the balcony. The party roars on indoors, laughing, talking, cheering. It was chilly outside, you should go back in within a few minutes. You just needed a break from the action.

The sun had already gone down, by then. You were somewhere out in the country. The buildings sparsely dotted the horizon. There were no artificial lights. It meant the stars could shine as brightly as they wanted to, with no one to stop them.

You hadn’t seen Satoru in a while. You had no idea where he’d run off to. It didn’t matter; you knew he’d eventually pop out of a box to harass you again.

But now that you had space for yourself, you needed to think.

You rest your hands over the rail, looking up at the stars. There were so many out tonight.

You fixed the future. You changed everything. Does that mean you still needed to tell Satoru about the past timeline?

You promised him answers the next time you two met. You promised him an explanation. He waited ten years for that. You pinch at the fabric of the dress.

This future that you carefully built, crafted with your own hands. It’s delicate, a glass castle.

It’s justice, but did that make it right?

“Want one?”

The voice makes you jump.

He stares at you, leaning against the rail. Purple eyes, mirroring the starry sky.

You knew these eyes, for a while, they used to be yours.

You stare at him. Then, you stare at the cigarette in his inviting fingers.

Your fingers twitch.

“No—no, I’m fine.” You smile. “Actually, I’m trying to quit.”

“Ah.” Suguru says, lighting it up before bringing it to his lips. “Shouldn’t tempt you, then. Pardon, what’s your name?”

You can hear your heartbeat. It’s loud, right in your ear. You wonder if he can hear it too. Are his curses around? Can they smell it? Your blood? Are they still as ravenous as the last time, eager to tear and fester and eat—

“It’s Greeny,” you say, “you can call me Greeny. ”

He hums in approval.

“Geto Suguru,” he says, “though I’m pretty sure you already know that.” You both share a huff of laughter.

“My fiancé quit a few years ago.” Suguru starts, mentioning the cherry-red cigarette. “Thought I’d follow in her footsteps, but here I am.” He shrugs before he winces.

“Wife, sorry.” He corrects. “I still can’t believe it.”

The monsters come out to play their song. You close your eyes, forgive Suguru, and you die once more.

You smile at his tone. He sounded like that 12 years ago, when he was still just a kid. Full of soft wonder.

“I’m guessing you’ve been planning this for a long time?” You ask.

He shrugs. “Shoko did most of the work. This is all thanks to her, really. Unfortunately, I was too busy managing the school.”

“I heard you were a principal?” You prod.

Suguru nods, “Our current one recently retired. I’m trying to follow in his footsteps.”

You think of Principal Yaga, the one with sunglasses and a stern expression. He looks a lot like Nanami in some areas. But he acts more like Suguru than anyone you ever knew.

And you knew Suguru; you knew him as well as yourself.

The screams start up again, and you forgive Suguru. 

“I can tell you’re already making him proud,” you say, “I met your students. They’re good kids.”

He smiles, soft, gentle. Those used to be your smiles.

“They are, aren’t they?” He repeats back, “some of them had a rough beginning, but it all worked out somehow.” He hums. “I’m glad.”

His daughters, the ones standing beside him as he kissed his wife, wide eyes and even wider grins. They didn’t have the darkness in their faces. The bitterness. Like they did in the last timeline.

You were glad, too.

This death is a lot more painful than the others. 

The curse that's holding you is more intelligent than its predecessors. It keeps you alive, tearing at your skin, feasting on your flesh. Blood is everywhere. You scream until it rips out your vocal cords. It's almost a mercy to just die. 

You forgive Suguru.

“It sounds like you’ve had personal experience with that sort of thing.” When he looks at you, you quickly say. “Your eyes. I—I can see it. I’ve always been good at that sort of thing.” You knew Suguru. His eyes matched yours.

He doesn’t look offended. Suguru takes a minute, reaching up to his black locks. He removes the elastic, pretty black hair falls down his shoulders He’s grown it out since high school. It reaches his waist.

He eases himself back onto the rail, looking up at the stars. You follow.

“Yeah, I do,” he’s saying, “I think I know what it’s like being them at that age. Alone, isolated, slipping down a rock. Drowning, but no one can see it.” Ingested. Exorcised. Ingested. Exorcised.

“When I was younger...it was really hard. Some days, I was so full of hate and anger. The pain was a lot. Sometimes, I had this despicable idea that it was someone else’s fault I was like this. Someone innocent.” He laughs, bitter.

“And, on those days, I would often feel something.”

You look at him. Suguru doesn’t stare back, eyes lost in the stars.

“Sometimes, it’d be a voice. Other times a small nudge on my shoulders, pushing me in the right direction. Once, it was a hug, keeping me from doing something that would’ve changed my life forever. And it would be just a bit more bearable, like I wasn’t so alone.”

You can feel your heart in your throat. Your fingers grip the railing.

“What did you think it was?” You expect hate, disgust. You want to give yourself a reason.

You forgive Suguru.

He takes a moment, coming back from heaven. His eyes find yours.

“I’m not sure.” He admits. “I’m not religious, but I always liked to think of it as—”

An angel. A hand of God. A higher power. It doesn’t matter what Suguru said, you knew what he meant.

A part of you always wondered why Suguru would return to Jujutsu society, when he wanted nothing more than to run from it. You expected him to retire. Instead, he took the reins of the beast, wrangling it down. Now, you get why.

“That’s why you’re a teacher now,” you say, “so you could be the same thing for your students.”

He nods, and you think of Maki. You think of Okkutso. You think of Panda. You think of Fushiguro. You think of Inumaki. Suguru must have been there for Maki, even when her own family wasn’t. Suguru must have helped Okkutso control his technique, being the only one who could. Suguru, must have made these kids better than they ever possibly could’ve been. Fighting for them instead of against them.

“Sorry.” He blinks. “I—I didn’t mean to get so sentimental. It’s been years since I thought about my own highschool years.” He laughs, voice full.

“You’re just...really nice to talk to.” He hums. “I don’t think I can explain it but it’s...familiar somehow.”

You look at him. He’s older, but in some ways, he hasn’t really changed. Even now, when you look at him, you see a reflection of yourself.

“I can see why he likes you.”

“Who?” You ask when he brings you back from your thoughts.

“The idiot.” But he says it so affectionately, so lovingly, you can’t help but smile. “I saw him dragging you around earlier. Sorry about that. I would’ve stepped in but...” He trails off, thinking.

“It’s been a while since I saw him like that.”

You hadn’t noticed anything about Satoru. He smiled just as brightly as he did in highschool. Now, you wonder if this was the first time in a while Suguru had seen that side of him: carefree, no longer The Strongest.

It hurts. It hurts so much. Blood seeps into the pavement. You can hear the curse laughing. It sounds like him.

You forgive Suguru. 

“Are you and him…” he trails off.

“No.” You laugh. “No, I’m his….childhood friend. We just haven’t seen each other in a while.”

“Oh?” He tilts his head. “How long has it been?”

You decide to be honest. “Ten or so years, give or take?”

He whistles.

“No wonder he’s bouncing around like a yipping puppy,” He says, and you can’t help but agree with the analogy.

“In any case.” He leans over the railing. His cigarette is down to its last embers. “I hope you stick around. A friend…I think he needs more of those more than anything.”

You stare at him. Those purple eyes. You can see what Shoko sees. You can see what Satoru saw all those timelines ago. They only ever saw the light, the gentleness, of Geto Suguru.

You are the only person in the world who knows him.

He’s killed people. He’s killed you. No matter how much logic or justification or pain was involved, the blood of the innocent is still sticky. It still drips across the pavement, scarring the sidewalk in red. It still hurts.

When Suguru would kill you, you’d force yourself to forgive him. You needed to die without regrets, because the pain of hatred builds up, you’ve seen it happen firsthand.

But now that you’re free, what Suguru did to you wasn't fair. Just because his innocence was taken away doesn’t give him the right to take the lives of others. It never gives anyone the right to murder. You keep telling yourself that this Suguru and that Suguru were different…but they weren’t. Not really. The look in their eyes matched perfectly.

He’d do it again, in the right conditions.

And yet.

You forgive Suguru.

You can’t judge him. If there is a God, maybe Suguru will have to pay for the crimes he committed all those timelines ago. You can’t save Suguru from that. But to you, the debt is paid.

Besides, you’re too tired to hate him. And you won’t allow yourself to fall into the same cycle he struggled to break free from.

You look into his eyes. Then, at his ring. You smile. 

And that's enough.

“I will,” you say, “I will.”

Then, as two parts of a whole, the two of you stare at the stars for a little while longer.

ⴵ

The reception was nice. A fancy dinner, you can’t remember the last time you ate something. The speeches were beautiful, especially Shoko’s. You swore you saw Nanami shed a tear, but you never said anything about it.

You saw a glimpse of white hair in the crowd before the first dance began. Stunning music. The couple must have practiced for months. Bride and Groom, husband and wife, held hands and looked at each other like they were the only ones in the room.

Megumi stood beside you, watching Ieiri and Geto sway to the music. As though the kid could sense him, Megumi’s serene face sours. You’re about to ask him what’s wrong when there’s a tap on your shoulder.

“Cute, huh?” Satoru starts, mentioning at the dance. “It didn’t look this put-together in the beginning. Shoko gave him a ton of bruises,” he says with a shit-eating grin.

You frown. “Shouldn’t you be doing something else than gossiping about your friends?”

“I am! I’m checking up on my son!” And then he turns to Fushiguru. “Megumi!”

“No.” Fushiguro instantly rebukes.

“Don’t mind him.” Satoru chides. “He’s going through an angst phase.” Fushiguro rolls his eyes, but he shifts just a tiny bit.

“Y’know, he was actually supposed to be the flower boy, but he refused. Such a shame, the pictures would’ve been something else.” Gojo sighed and now you’re convinced they aren’t father and son.

“That was never going to happen.” Fushiguro says, and as if he thinks you’re naive enough to believe Satoru, he glances at you. “Never.”

“Of course not.” You crack a smile.

You watch as Ieiri descends into a graceful spin, Geto taking the lead. When he tips her over, your eyes soften.

Gojo leans over; you can feel his breath in your ear.

“Next year.” He whispers. “For us, it’ll definetly be next year.”

You jerk away but he’s already skipping off, having the audacity to call out a cheerful ‘toodles’.

“What did he say?” Fushiguro questions.

That’s what you wanted to know, too, but you were so tired, and the night was so long, and you couldn’t bother to get out your Gojo translator and figure it out.

“The same stuff he always says. Nonsense.” You decide on. Fushiguro takes the answer.

“I don’t understand how he has all that energy.” You mutter, watching Satoru disappear through the crowd.

“I thought he’d get better with age, turns out I was wrong,” Fushiguro says.

“I wanted to ask,” you start, your eyes still on Ieiri and Geto, “how do you know Gojo? Aren’t you still in middle school?”

“Everyone knows Gojo. He’s pretty famous in the jujutsu world.” Fushiguro shrugs. “But personally...he’s my benefactor. Took me and my sister in when my parents left.”

You look at him. And you feel like an idiot.

He’s the spitting image of his father. Sharp cobalt eyes. Black hair. Fushiguro Toji is all over the young man.

Gojo Satoru, the one who killed the sorcerer killer, took care of his enemy’s children.

“What?” Fushiguro asks when you’re smiling

You shake your head. “No, no it’s nothing.”

Satoru told you that you’re the one who taught him about the importance of bonds. But you think he should take some of the credit too.

ⴵ

Eventually, everyone gets on the dancefloor.

It’s a mess. Absolute chaos. Panda and Inumaki are trying and failing to do the waltz. Maki and Okkuttso are lightly swaying to the music. They’ve managed to get Fushiguro up there too. Though, he doesn’t look extremely happy.

The adults are even worse. Apparently, the retired principal Yaga is a pretty good dancer. You think one of them found alcohol, because Haibara looks absolutely wasted. He’s swinging his arms around, almost hitting the other guests. Nanami is trying to get his attention, but the guy wants none of it. When Haibara catches your eye, he wildly waves in clear invitation.

You smile back, but you shake your head. You think he’s about to come up to you, but something else catches his eye, and he’s grinning at a very irrated-looking Iori.

You were sitting on a chair, just people-watching. It was a nice break from everything. To listen to the music, lightly tap your feet, play with the frill of your dress. You weren’t really in the mood to dance.

Besides, you weren’t technically invited here anyway. It’d be rude to just burst on the scene.

“There you are! Been looking all over for you!”

You don’t have to look over to see who it is. Satoru slumps down in a chair next to you.

“Greeny, you gotta’ do something about your cursed energy. It’s so weak. Like finding a needle in a haystack.”

“Thanks,” you say dryly.

“Always happy to help.” Satoru beams, and then he glances over at the floor.

“We’re dancing after this song, by the way.”

“Absolutely not.”

“It’s so cute you think you have a choice, Greeny.”

You frown. “There’s no point in calling me Greeny anymore. Unless you still don’t know my name.”

“I do, but it doesn’t matter,” Satoru says arrogantly. “You’ll always be my Greeny to me.”

You roll your eyes. Even now, he’s a brat. You thought all these years would mellow him down just a tiny bit.

“So,” you start, “are you done with your ‘best man shit’?”

“Yup.” He announces. “Now, I can sit back and enjoy the show.”

You smile, but you can still feel the butterflies in your stomach. He’s been running around so far and it’s given you time. Now, that he’s free, it means you two have to talk.

And you aren’t sure if you truly want to.

You flex your fingers.

“Um, how have you—”

“Stop.” Satoru interrupts. “Let’s not make this awful, Greeny.”

You nod immediately, relaxing. His voice gets softer, after that.

“I’m glad you chose that color,” he says, “I was sorta’ hoping you would.”

You look down at the dress. A deep green. You hadn’t even thought about the color, the boutique lady had basically thrown it at you.

The shade of Satoru’s green tie matches your dress. You can feel your smile again. Typical.

“I’m glad I did too,” you honestly say. And then, you continue to fiddle with your fingers. Ultimately, you decide to just bite the bullet.

“I thought you’d be mad.” You finally say, words jittery and unfocused. “Angry at me for...for what I did.”

He’s silent, and you feared that it was all true. The laughs and the jabs were all a facade.

"I don’t think I was ever mad." He responds, staring into the crowd. "Hurt, yeah. Then, it faded into something that stung everytime I thought about it, and then...something else. And now, I know it's a waste to get mad because you're finally here now. With me." 

His tone pitches upwards as he reaches over to painfully pinch your cheek. 

"'Sides, I know you can't escape me anymore, Greeny," Satoru cheerfully says, "Now, I know your face, your name, and with little effort, I could probably find your address, your social security-" 

"Okay! Okay!" You pull away, rubbing your cheek. Damn, he's scary. "Threat acknowledged." 

"Good!" He straightens himself back up, and you find yourself slumping again.

“I am sorry, though,” you say, “for leaving like that. I...I always wished I could do that a bit differently. You deserved better.”

“Don’t do that.” He shakes his head. “Don’t blame yourself for only doing what you could. It eats at you, Greeny. It really does.” He sighs, leaning forward in his chair.

“You deserved better too,” he says back, voice barely above the music, “I always had some regrets about those years. I thought I could’ve done more to help you, back then.”

There it was again: selfishness, the urge to do good to others while retaining that greed. You supposed you taught him that.

You put your face in your hands.

“Even though, you dragged me here against my will, I feel so guilty being here.” You complain, hoping it’ll lighten the mood. “You should apologize to everyone because I crashed the party.”

Satoru scoffs. “What are you talking about? Everyone loves you!” He exclaims. “Look, Yu’s ecstatic. Riko won’t stop gushing about you; you even have Nanami’s approval! I don’t even have that!” You roll your eyes, sinking back in your seat.

“Besides, you needed to come. You needed to see it.”

“See what?” You ask.

“This.” He points to the venue, the ballroom full of glittery whites and sparkles.

“Look around, Greeny. Look at all the people you saved.”

Haibara and Riko are dancing together. Two dead children finally had the chance to grow up. Misato speaks to Nanami. Beautiful gray hair, eyes that aren’t so tired. Shoko sparkling in her dress, and Geto—

The same day he was supposed to die, Suguru was getting married.

“Thank you.” When you look at him, Satoru is staring right at you. His sea eyes give everything and more.

“Thank you for saving all of us.”

Your heart skips, then just stops completely. You can’t cry, you won’t not here, not on such a happy day. But your eyes are stinging. And Satoru is turning blurry.

And then, like Satoru always does, he ruins the moment.

"Did you just fall for me a little?"

His head tilts. That same mischievous, irritating smile lights up on his face.

You relax, laughing out of disbelief. When you speak, your voice is barely scratchy. "You're so full of yourself; it's actually a little cute." 

"You think I'm cute?" 

"Did you hear anything else that I just said?" 

"I heard you think I'm cute,” Satoru responds proudly, and you doubt he’d ever let you hear the end of it.

“And besides! Today is supposed to be a celebration for you too!” He exclaims.

“Oh really?”

“Yes,” Satoru says proudly, “you did it! You became a fully-fledged sorcerer. Considering your low CE, you might pass as grade four, but when I talk to our new principal, I’m sure he’ll make things right. Get ready to join be and him in the big leagues.”

You could read between the lines. Satoru wanted to tell everyone. You think a while ago, you might have agreed, but...

“Can...Can I quit being a sorcerer?” You ask. “I’m tired.”

He takes a second. Some of you wonders if he’ll try to talk you out of this. It’s more beneficial for him if you stay as an asset to the jujutsu world. How many people’s lives will be saved by a technique like yours? To be able to go back in time again and again and again. To die again and again and again.

“Someone once told me that it’s okay to be selfish every once in a while.” Satoru looks at you, eyes like lilies once again. “I won’t fault you for it. I don’t think anyone will.”

When you try to smile, it feels wobbly.

“That person sounds smart.”

“Nah.” He grins. “An idiot, actually. Way too oblivious.”

You laugh, despite the insult.

“Quit,” Satoru says when it’s quiet again, “do whatever you want. But...you can’t run away, okay? I won’t let you.”

It’s barely a touch. His hand reaches for your fingers. You’re the one who grabs it.

“I won’t.” You promise. “I won’t.”

He’s satisfied with that. You can tell when he squeezes your hand back.

You look at him, and you decide you won't tell Satoru what happened in the last timeline.

There's no point. It wouldn't do anything but shatter everything he worked so hard to make. Why would you break the glass when you could just add concrete, make it stronger? You saved everyone. A few white lies here and there just keep this future safe.

And you know this Satoru. If you told him, he'd carry that burden with you like the soldier he was. You don't want him to do that. You don't want him to have the same look you see in your own face. One last sacrifice.

When you come back, Satoru is shifting in his seat, uncrossing his legs.

“So...about that dance?”

“Ugh, fine.” You stand up. “One dance. And if you do anything embarrassing, I’m leaving.”

“Clearly, you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” He grins, standing up himself.

He doesn’t release your hand for the rest of the night.

You don’t mind.

(When you disappear again, Maki’s the one who finds you.

By then, it’d been long into the night. Shoko and Suguru were already gone, off to their honeymoon in the Maldives. Riko, Misato, and most of the students were sleeping off the night. Maki, his most diligent student, was helping the remaining adults pack up the venue.

She’s dragging chairs away when she grunts in Satoru’ direction.

“By the way, your date’s sleeping outside.”

Ah, you were on the balcony. No wonder he couldn’t find you. Satoru needed to do something about your cursed energy. What’s the point of having six eyes when he can’t even find the one person who’s evaded him for a decade?

You’ve completely passed out. Slumped over on a chair, head bent at an angle that could not be comfortable. Satoru knows he should feel bad. He dragged you around the entire night like a ragdoll. This was partially his fault.

He can’t really blame himself, not when you were finally here.

It still feels like a dream. Being able to hear your voice, not Suguru’s, not Yu’s. Your touch. Your eyes. Your face. Your laugh. For years, he’s wondered what it sounded like.

Reality beat even his perfect daydreams.

Seeing you up there on the Tokyo Skytree. The wind pushing your hair back and forth. It was breathtaking.

Even the lights of Tokyo, couldn’t compare to you.

He leans down, lips at your ear, voice low because he’s too prideful to let anyone else hear, not even you.

“I know it’s too late, but you looked really pretty tonight.”

You say nothing, but you shift, murmur something in your sleep. It’s all he needs.

He ditches the clean up party, taking you within his arms. He thinks he says something to Yu, but Satoru doesn’t really care if he heard. Right now, he only has one priority.

Tonight, he’ll sleep on the hotel’s pull-out sofa while you snooze in the luxurious queen-sized bed. You’ll probably be mad in the morning, something about how you should’ve taken the couch, but he doesn’t mind your mindless acts of selflessness.

He’s waited a decade. He deserves to keep you.

And he knows you won’t fault him for being selfish one more time.)

[kaciebello]

Don’t shoot the messenger

Slytherin boys x Hufflepuff!reader (use of she/her, no use of y/n) Masterlist Delivery Express ✿ Summary: The reader sees an opportunity to run an untapped market in Hogwarts and makes her first delivery. warnings: mention of alcohol and cigarettes, nothing else really Authors note: English is not my first language so I am sorry for any mistakes beforehand. I wanna spread this into a one-shot series. Proofread by me and me only :( • Next part: Delivery fees Word count: 1352

Notes to deliver - 1

The Slytherin bedroom is filled with the usual chatter. Two boys arguing about quidditch tactics over a cigarette, some have given up and just stared at a ceiling while nursing a glass of fire whiskey. You can hear someone's father being mentioned in almost every other sentence. Nothing magical was happening if you omit this being a school of witchcraft and wizardry.

Suddenly, the door busts as if being kicked open. Revealing, to the boys, an unknown girl wearing a green uniform they are all familiar with, her cloak being absend. Her hair is neatly in a braid tied with a bow. All chatter stops and their attention is on her. She, however, paid no mind to anyone in the room and kept looking into her notepad as if nothing happened. Taking a few steps into the room and closing the door was only an interaction with her surroundings.

Nobody says a word for what feels like an hour. “ Who are you?” a voice recognizable as Draco Malfoy spoke. Snaping her head from her notebook she finally scans the room. As if searching for something. An offended scoff is heard from the boy as his question is left without an answer.

“ Sunshine? What are you doing here?” Lorenzo asks as he sits up. Her eyes snap to him the second she hears his voice. A sweet smile spreads on her face and her eyes create moon crescents.

“ There you are! I have a note for you.” She says and takes a few steps to his sitting figure.

His friends, still confused by what is this mystery girl doing in their bedroom, could do nothing but stare as she moved across the room with ease. But she seems to pay no attention to anybody but her friend. Passing the neatly folded note to Lorenzo, she sits down and crosses something in her notebook humming happily before turning back to him with the same sweet smile. The boy in question studies the note and opens it to read it. His eyes widen and his ears go red. He turns to the girl in shock. 

“ YOU GAVE ME A LOVE NOTE???” He yells and the second those words leave his mouth all his friends surround the pair like hungry hyenas. Her smile drops and her eyes widen to the point some would think is impossible.

“ Eh? Is that what that is??” She goes to snatch the note from him, which proves to be an easy task as Lorenzo is frozen in the spot. Before she could read the note herself, however, it was too snatched from her hand by Theodore Nott and passed around his friend group.

With a frown on her face, she turns to her friend, “ I, didn't give you anything, someone gave you a love note, I just delivered it.” She said making sure to emphasize mentioning her person in the sentence.

“ So this is not from you? Because that sure sounds like an excuse, lame one at that,” says Mattheo Riddle as he waves the note in front of her face. She swats his hand away like it's a fly and he passes the note to Blasie Zabini who has yet to read it.

“No, I had no idea it was a love note,” she argues back and places her hand on Lorenzo's shoulder. “ I love you, but not like that.”

“ Are you sure? because-”

“yes.”

“no, like, if you do-”

“no”

“ Maybe we can work-”

“ I would rather jump from the astronomy tower.”

“Ouch,” he said and she just patted him on the back with fake sympathy. The note was passed back to him and he finally had the chance to look at it again. All of his friends return to studying the girl sitting on the bed.  A minute of silence is broken when Blasie speaks up. 

“ Are you, not the Hufflepuff girl sitting next to Enzo in Charms?” Looking up and smiling.

 “Why, yes I am.” she proudly announces to the room. The shock and mumbles did not phase her as her friend got her attention.

“ So who gave you this note?” Lorenzo asks seemingly coming out of his trance from just receiving a love confession.

“ I don't know, some girl gave it to me and asked me to give it to you.”  She shrugs and targets the candy bag in Draco's arms, taking a handful without the boy noticing and popping a few chocolate pieces in her mouth. “ and you just did it?” 

“For 5 galleons.” He looks at her in disbelief. 

“ You sold our friendship for galleons?” he asks not believing he's worth a pocket change.

 “ She promised another 5 if I got her an answer.”

“oh my god.”  He throws his head back and stares at the ceiling for a second as the girl next gives him a confused look.

“ what? I didn't know it was a love note. Besides-”

“ How did you get in here?” Draco cutes her as he notices her hand sneaking into his bag of candy this time, snatching it away.  The two friends turn to the group of boys standing around them.

  “ I do you one better, whose uniform is that?” Mattheo asks pointing out the obvious Slytherin uniform on the Hufflepuff girl. Her eyes narrowed, not enjoying being interrogated. As she was about to answer Lorenzo was just a second faster.

“ Her own you moron, it's a color-changing charm. Good job on that by the way.” He says, getting up from the bed and breaking the circle his friends formed around them. The girl gets up and follows him to his desk.

“ That does not answer how she got here.” chimes in Theodor. Leaning on the desk she turns to them and crosses her arms.

“I'm a Hufflepuff, we have our ways. It is not that hard to find all the secret passages.” She says nonchalantly. Next to her, Lorenzo is hunched down and scribbling something on a piece of paper. Before any more questions can be said he shoots up with a little ‘aha’ leaving him.  Taking the girl’s hand and turning it, he slaps a little note folded in half in her palm. Then he fishes up what seems to be 10 galleons from his pocket and adds that as well.

“Now sunshine, please don't ever bring me love notes ever again,” he said and started to usher the girl out of the bedroom. She gets up from her spot and walks to the door not that much bothered by her friend kicking her out.

“ What if it normal note? Can I bring that?”

“ no.” He answers as soon as he hears the first question. ‘You're no fun ‘ can be heard faintly as she says it under her nose. Opening the door she previously so elegantly kicked open, she turns to his friends one last time.

“None of you want to send a note? It will cost you only 5 galleons.”All of them shake their head not wanting to use the girls' service. She gives them a few more seconds before she takes our step outside of the door.

“ Wait, sunshine,” Lorenzo stops her with a sheepish smile on his face Wordlessly she raises an eyebrow at him.

“ Next time don't forget to change the colour of your bow.” he says and motions to the bow keeping her braid together. She looks down and sees it proudly shining the yellow colour of her house. She just chuckles and without other words, she steps out of the room and closes the door behind her. 

The room falls silent for a minute before erupting into a bickering over what happened.

Notes to deliver - 0 

[amongemeraldclouds]

imgonnagetyouback

Mattheo Riddle should have known better than to break your heart. Now he was about to get everything he deserved.

Warning: fluff, angst but has a happy ending, no use of y/n. Has a subplot of you being a bet.

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Mattheo Riddle should have known better than to break your heart. It was his fault, really, that the loud explosion from an innocent little box sprayed green glitter above him and across his dorm. He had it coming.

By the time you made it to the doorway, glitter rained down on Mattheo, Theo, and Enzo like a fairy tale gone wrong. One where the prince betrayed the princess so she had to redefine her happy ever after. Right now, it was revenge served with sparkles.

You watched as Mattheo coughed out glitter and it glistened as it fell. You couldn’t suppress the snicker that escaped your lips and his focus shot straight at you, eyes burning with rage. 

“Love the new look,” you grinned, “let me guess, inspired by fairies?”

Mattheo strode over to you, leaving a trail of glitter behind him. “If you love it so much, why don’t you come here and get glitter all over your—”

Enzo smacked the back of his head. Flecks of glitter fell from his head to his clothes at the motion like a shiny pepper shaker. Salazar, it was going to take weeks to clean it all out. “Language,” he warned Mattheo.

“I didn’t even say anything,” Mattheo shot back, glaring at Enzo.

You rolled your eyes. Once upon a time, you may have smiled at Enzo and seen him as a knight in shining armor. But that armor had long rusted since that cursed evening. He was just as guilty as Mattheo was.

“The only thing I need from any of you tossers is for karma to explode in your face,” you paused for effect. “Oh wait, it just did. I didn’t realize karma looked so shiny!” You waved at the air for emphasis then spun on your heel and cackled as you walked away. Perhaps you were never meant to be the princess in the fairy tale, but rather the evil witch. You could hardly care. Revenge felt good.

There was a spring to your step and excitement buzzed in your veins. It worked so much better than you thought! Fred and George would be so pleased to learn their prototype was a success. You were going to tip them extra when you returned to their store. After all, you were just getting started.  

A few weeks ago

It all ended one quiet evening. You approached Mattheo’s dorm to surprise him with a batch of freshly baked cookies, his favorite, when you overheard a conversation about a bet. You rolled your eyes, unable to hide the fond smile that lit up your face. There was always some type of mischief or another when it came to the boys.

You were no longer smiling when you heard your name, your hand frozen halfway to knocking on the door.

“…five weeks is a new record for you, who would have thought?” Enzo said.

“Are you sure you didn’t trick her into giving you some type of love potion?” Theo added.

You waited for your boyfriend to defend you, but instead he praised himself.

“And you tossers thought I couldn’t do it,” he huffed, “it was only too easy.”

Tears pricked your eyes and you kicked the door open, enraged. “Had your laugh? Thought this was fun?” You strode in, anger and hurt bubbling up from within you. You tore the container free and hurled warm cookies onto them, crumbs spraying in the air as they fell.

All eyes turned to you, wide and horrified. You weren’t supposed to find out. Mattheo opened his mouth as if to speak, but no sound came out.

“It’s my turn then, we’ll see who has the last laugh,” you said, storming off as you finally let your tears rain down on your cheeks.

It was bad enough that you risked it all for Mattheo. You fell for his puppy dog eyes that you held for the first time when you chanced upon him at the Astronomy Tower. He was drunk on melancholy, his tongue loose from one too many shots of fire whiskey. You wanted nothing more than to wrap this precious boy before you with warmth and a kindness he never knew. He shared things with you that it seemed he didn’t tell anyone else.

He sought you out the next day to apologize and you assured him there was nothing to be sorry for. Still, he insisted on making it up to you by taking you out for a meal. It didn’t take long for one meal to turn into two and then more than you could count. Evenings spent in the Astronomy Tower or beneath cozy blankets. Weekend adventures and future plans. Gone.

You always knew love was a gamble. After all, there were so many ways to break one’s heart. But without taking risks, you’d never win the jackpot so you rolled the dice and traded your heart away. Only Mattheo bet on you with money to his friends. You were only a bet. Guess he didn’t have a heart to gamble with in the first place.

Now the storm raged within you, thunder clapping and rain pounding. Outside, crickets chirped in the still, quiet air as you walked off.

“Do you think the cookies on the floor are still edible?” Enzo asked, his voice fading by the second. You heard someone hit him playfully. “Ow!” He exclaimed.

Mattheo didn’t come after you.

Present

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Pansy raised her eyebrow at you in your shared dorm. “Just the other night, you were drunk and very nearly went to Mattheo to—”

“Well now I’m sober,” you declared, not wanting to hear any more. Liquor, it seems, had a way of bringing out the truth and leading you down embarrassing paths. You cursed your thoughtless heart for still feeling longing, desire, love. Instead you reminded yourself of the consequences: ache, regret, sadness. You have had enough.

“I’m finally back to my senses thanks to your help. I swear, tie me next time to the bed if I ever do that again.”

“Kinky, I like it,” she waggled her eyebrows and you threw a pillow at her, joining her laughter. “Did Mattheo ever do that to you?”

“Doesn’t matter,” you replied, trying to stay on topic. “The only thing I want to do to Mattheo now is hit him.”

She continued, “Sure, hit him with your lips and suffocate him with your—”

“I don’t even want to hear the end of your sentence!” You shot up and out of bed, nose crinkled and eyebrows drawn together. You tried your hardest to look disgusted even though she was correct and you hated yourself for it.

“Besides,” you said, addressing her initial question, “I already did! Let’s go see!”

“Efficient as always,” she shook her head, picking up her bag and following you to class.

You kept your evil cackle to yourself this time as you neared the classroom where you spotted Mattheo walking ahead, his brown curls now dyed in dark, forest green.

You matched his pace, walking beside him then turned to him, “green hair suits you, trying to be the new Slytherin mascot?”

He mirrored your grin, trying to tamp down his annoyance, “just showing off my house pride.”

You smirked and walked ahead, joining Pansy once more and laughing together. He may not admit it, but you noticed the clench in his jaw that only ever happened when he was annoyed. He may not have cared about what others thought of him, but it bothered him that you snuck up on him with hair dye in his shampoo and got him back.

“Stop looking at her with heart eyes!” Enzo exclaimed as he smacked the back of Mattheo’s head.

“I’m not. You’re looking at her with heart eyes and stop hitting me,” he said.

“Did the chemicals seep into your brain too?” Enzo shook his head.

“It’s not my fault a girl on a revenge mission is attractive,” Mattheo replied, unconsciously biting his lower lip.

“Just go and make up with her already or we won’t know peace,” Theo chimed in, brushing some of the lingering glitter off his robe for emphasis. “You clearly still like her.”

Mattheo’s eyebrows knit together as he considered it. He longed to apologize and he missed you, but he had been too ashamed. He thought perhaps by now, your revenge plans had quelled your anger. Turning it over in his head, he knew just how he could get you back.

You snuck into the potions room, still deciding whether to brew an itching potion or a hair fall potion for your next prank. Fred and George had taught you a few things you were excited to try. You were so focused on the ingredients that it took you a second to react to the lock that clicked behind you. You turned around, that wasn’t supposed to—

You took a step back in shock when you realized it was Mattheo who locked the door. 

“Is my hair really that hideous?” He asked, choking out a chuckle in all his green haired glory.

“Go do your mascot duties out there,” you pointed at the door, narrowing your eyes at him. 

“You sure I can’t instill some house pride in you?” He said suggestively and you hated the way your body still reacted to him, electric with anticipation.

“Riddle, I swear—” you began, pointing your wand out to him.

He held his hands up, “stop, wait! I’m here to apologize. I’m sorry. It started out as a bet, that evening in the Astronomy Tower, but then the lines blurred somewhere along the way. Salazar, I can’t even point out when you took over my world. Perhaps from the very start. You were not what I expected.”

You clapped slowly, interrupting him. It was one heck of a performance. 

“Please, you have to believe me,” he huffed desperately. “Use the Legilimency spell on me!”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” you shot back stubbornly though you couldn’t deny the curiosity that crept in your mind.

“If it will get you to believe me,” he said, calmer this time.

“I don’t want to, I can’t do that to you,” you whispered. You knew he was not comfortable with the spell. His father had used it on him one too many times, violating his privacy and sense of safety. For him to even offer it meant a lot. It was annoying that you still cared for him. 

“It’s okay” he assured you, wrapping both his hands around your hand that still held the wand, his eyes burning into yours. “I want you to take a look. It doesn’t have to change anything. If you still hate me afterwards, you can feed me laxatives or I’ll even shave my hair bald for you. Just see and then I’ll unlock the door.”

“Fine,” you sighed, giving in. At the very least you would get closure, which was more than you thought you could get. “But you will have to shave your head if I still hate you after this.”

“Anything for you,” he replied, “if you want, I’ll even shave my—”

“I don’t need to hear it!” You held your hand up, interrupting him.

He laughed wholeheartedly. Salazar, he missed you. “I was going to say my eyebrows, you perv,” he quipped.

You raised your wand in annoyance and cast the spell. You did not need him to be charming and ridiculous, it was calming the storm within you. You could not afford to hear him calling you ‘easy’ once again.

Bright light exploded around you as the spell took effect and images blurred past as you sifted through his memories.

It started that evening on the Astronomy Tower. He knew you went there every evening at a certain time and so he waited for you. He drank more than he should have, always pushing his boundaries. He meant to be charming and flirty, instead he found himself sharing pieces of his soul with you. With your kind smile and sincere eyes, you made it so easy for him.

He always thought it would send people running, but your feet were firmly planted on the floor and you leaned into him, each word he uttered was cradled in your warmth. You were a safe space he never knew could exist.

It was the spark that set his whole world ablaze with joy and desire. You saw him wake up the next day and his first string of thoughts were about you. He wondered if you slept well, what you dreamt of. Then he saw you across the hall, smiling with your friends and his mind went blank. When your face lit up, he felt warm and gooey inside, like his favorite cookies. You realized then they were his favorite not just because of its delicious flavor, but because eating them always reminded him of how he felt for you.

When he watched you walk the opposite direction, his breath caught in his throat. He watched the hemline of your skirt brush the back of your leg and he was disappointed with how long it was. He needed it higher. He wanted to drag you into an empty classroom and bend you over so—

“Okay, I don’t need to hear that! I get the picture,” you told him.

“Fine, fast forward to that night,” he urged you. You hesitated, but you had already gone this far so you did as he asked. Dread sank in the pit of your stomach.

There they were, from Mattheo’s point of view this time. The conversation replayed again, its sharp edges biting into your heart once more.

“And you tossers thought I couldn’t do it,” he huffed, “it was only too easy.” He wasn’t talking about you after all, not in the way you thought.

At that moment, you felt the warm, gooey sweetness in his chest once again. He thought it was so easy to be with you that five weeks felt like nothing. He wanted more, needed more time with you. He didn’t even want to take any money from the stupid bet. You were more than any reward he could ever get.

Then you stepped in and he watched cookies fly in the air before they fell on the ground. Your eyes were glazed over with shock and betrayal and he was too embarrassed to say anything. Shame and regret kept him rooted on the ground as he watched you stomp on a cookie as you exited.

You pulled back from his thoughts, zooming out and back into your body. You took a step back trying to balance yourself and Mattheo held a hand to your shoulder to steady you. “I really am sorry, I hope you know now.” He looked at you with his puppy dog eyes and it took everything within you to keep yourself from flinging your arms around him. Not yet.

“Now I know,” you echoed dryly. “Time for you to shave your head then you can leave me alone.”

His eyes widened a fraction before he caught himself, dejected. True to his word he turned back and took out the key, inserting it into the lock. He was about to leave his safe place for good. The warm, gooey feelings would soon grow cold and he would lose you. No. He stood up straighter and held his head high, turning to you.

“You know what? No, I’m not taking no for an answer. You can hate me all you want and I’ll shave my head. Do whatever ridiculous thing you plan in that evil, beautiful brain of yours but I’m staying and I’m fighting for you until you take me back.”

You smirked. “How do you feel about itching potions?”

“Eh,” he shrugged. “They’re annoying, but I’ll survive.” His eyes narrowed then, realization dawning on him. “Wait, does this mean you’ll take me back? Is that what you’re saying?” He asked hopefully.

“Do I really have to spell it out for you?” You raised an eyebrow.

His mouth widened to a grin. “No,” he quickly said before he ran and charged towards you, engulfing you in a hug. In his excitement, he lifted you off the ground and twirled you around. You laughed at his eagerness. Perhaps there was a happy ending to this fairy tale after all.

The next day, you ignored the curious stares and hushed whispers that trailed you as you walked down the hallway. Let them talk. You strolled into the Great Hall, head held high.

Mattheo’s eyes widened when he saw you approach and you just smiled as you slid beside him on the seat he saved for you.

“You dyed your hair forest green like mine!” He exclaimed.

“Couldn’t let you have all the fun, huh?” You nudged him, lightly poking your elbow into his rib. 

His face lit up with a smile that could rival a hundred Lumos spells cast at the same time.

Mattheo sure was an idiot with his green hair and sparkly robe, but he was your idiot and now the entire school knew it too. You two may have looked ridiculous, but you’d do it together like everything else. Just two idiots in love.

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A/N: So glad I got over my writing slump and completed this two weeks since I started. Yay!

[naffeclipse]

To Survive Pt. 2

Reader x Orca!Eclipse

Commission Info

I'm back with more cuteness requested by dear @crazedauthor with an orca!reader and orca!Eclipse. Now, the two of you have children, and things are so peaceful after so much grief. A little scare happens when you wake alone, but Eclipse arrives quickly to make it better. Family shenanigans occur.

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and blood, and a reader with children.

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On a crisp, pale morning, you open your eyes to a gentle new dawn. Awareness rushes you like a tide, but it does not drown you. The memory of the night before swishes against you, as soft as sea form, and you smile in your sleepy hazy.

You went to rest upon an ice shelf, carved into the side of a great wall towering pale blue over the Arctic sea, with your mate and children. In the arms of your love and cradling your two babies, one new, one a little grown, you drift into sweet, milky dreams. 

After agonies of loss and isolation, you have found your pod again.

This very home was hollowed out by Eclipse’s hands. Tirelessly, he worked when you both learned you were expecting a child. You’ve never seen him in such excitement. His eyes shone like shards of ice in sunlight and he never slowed a moment until you begged him to come hold you and sleep a while.

Your eyelids flutter, crusted with sleep. Lounging in the bliss of the quiet, you appreciate the stillness for so rarely is all so peaceful. Once the baby came, there were tiny cries little hands grasping, and tiny flukes flipping. Eclipse held the babe in his clawed hands with a tenderness that stirred you with emotions. You fed your little one and whispered promises. Your little pod is safe. Your little pod is whole.

Then the second child came, and now an eager toddler was swimming quickly away around a bend of ice only to be snatched by Eclipse and cooed at in rumbling tones. The baby stayed in your arms when Eclipse wasn’t trying to hold both. Their wriggling bodies combatted his strength and gentleness, and you would laugh.

Sighing gently, you turn over, mindful of your dorsal fin against the frozen floor. 

It’s quiet… Your mind returns to bloody seas and wicked nets tossed by human hands, then silence.

Your palms slide over the emptiness beside you. Bolting upright, your tail slaps against the floor in your alarm with a cool sting. You swivel your head. The dome blue of your home holds no refractions except for the barest light off of your body alone.

Your mate. Your babies. The youngest should be in your arms, mewling for milk. The eldest should have fussed long before the sun rose over the horizon for a playmate. Somewhere between, Eclipse should have kissed your shoulder and asked a question: what fish would you like for your morning meal?

You slept too long. Exhaustion should crawl at your edges and your patience should wear thin as your babies require ever-present attention. Horror crashes upon you. Adrenaline pumps through your veins as you thrust yourself off the ice shelf and into the icy waters below. Blubber and thick skin keep you safe from shock, but your heart swings against your rib cage and pounds against your sternum. Breathlessly, you intake air. You swim under the entrance and out into the vast expanse of the ocean.

Your pod. Where is your pod?

You cry out over the waves. A rawness invades your throat as Eclipse’s and your babies’ names drag at the vulnerable softness within you. Stinging arises at the corner of your eyes. Opening your arms, you dart back and forth over the entrance to your home. Do you set out to find them quickly or do you stay home should they return by themselves? 

The ringing in your ears peaks and then stops under a familiar echo of your name. Twisting in the waters, far out beyond the wall of ice, is your mate. He bobs above the surface. Brilliant red frills frame his face as his eyes land upon you. In his arms, he cradles your children.

Almost collapsing under the surface, you inhale a tight breath. You force another one through, and another, deepening each inhale and exhale until the constriction around your chest eases. 

The sight of your mate and babies keeps you afloat. 

Eclipse carefully swims and closes the distance between you. The moment he nears, you open your arms for the youngest one. Maffei. Your darling daughter. Her face is round and plump, and what tiny frills adorn her are deep with deep red and orange hues. Her arms are thick with fat rolls. Her tiny fists unfurl, and a squall leaves her in demand for your arms around her.

The eldest, Fornax, excitedly calls for his parent. You answer with reassurance. You are here. You gaze over your child, your lovely son, the firstborn of your pod. He pushes away from his father quickly, showing off the cool tones of his flukes and fin-tips. Eclipse told you he looks so much like, but you see his strength in Fornax’s smile, in the way he swims after a fish though he’s too slow now to catch one.

Eclipse suggested the names you so dearly treasure now. He’s imagined for many years children, and the names he had prepared are perfect for the bundles now wriggling in your arm and swimming around you like a tiny whirlpool. 

Now you both have a family.

“Maffei, Fornax,” you breathe and then hold Eclipse’s gaze. “Where were you?”

“I didn’t mean to frighten you, love.” He draws himself closer, resting an arm around your waist. You shift until your back rests against his chest. The familiar weight of his chin pressing lightly into your shoulder cools the rising panic within you. “I believed you would sleep longer. Don’t be afraid.”

For several moments, you collect yourself as Eclipse gathers you in his arms. He presses a kiss to the crook of your neck. Looking down at Maffei, she fits perfectly in your arms. She babbles lightly. Little coos rising and falling in musical notes lay a gentle hand over your heart.

Fornax splashes. The cool wave of water hits you gently, causing Maffei to squirm and pout her pink lips.

“Fornax,” Eclipse says in a firm but gentle voice, “Don’t splash your sister.”

“Sorry, papa.” Your son’s tail flicks. A slight sheepishness overtakes him as he drifts up to you and looks down at his little sister in your arms. “Sorry, Maffei.”

“Good boy,” you murmur and bow to press a kiss to his forehead.

He smiles with small, nubby teeth lining his gums before darting away with another ripple. The water crashes against each other. You keep Maffei shielded this time. 

Eclipse rumbles a pleased sound. Looking back down at you, he presses his cheek against your head.

“Are you alright?” he asks in a low rasp.

“Yes.” You crook your finger and softly brush Maffei’s cheek. “I am now.”

“You looked so weary,” Eclipse continues softly. The vibrations in his chest touch your spine. “Last night, you were up so late with Maffei. I meant to return before you awoke. The little ones were so eager to spend energy. It is my duty as your mate and their father to take care of you all.”

He brushes the hair from your forehead softly. You lean deeper into his touch while watching Fornax explore a side of the ice shelf, touching and digging at loose bits of the frigid wall.  

“They are very rambunctious,” you tease and turn back to grin at Eclipse. “Just like you.”

He laughs, deep and hearty. Maffei gives a small cry of complaint. You can smell the faint scent of milk on her. Eclipse coos sweetly.

“Little love, don’t fuss. We’re both here. It’s alright.” Eclipse tenderly strokes Maffei’s head. Seemingly content with the attention, she leans against your chest and settles. Her tiny tail is not yet developed enough for swimming on her own. She requires constant arms to hold her above the surface as her ability to hold her breath grows stronger and stronger.

You turn slowly back to Eclipse. Your heart has grown softer and fonder of your mate since watching him as a father. He is attentive and constant in his efforts to provide for their every need. 

Gently, you press a kiss to Eclipse’s mouth. His eyes, twin flames of burning yellow and red, widen before he returns the gesture with equal fervor. He pushes gently and cradles your mouth with his before releasing you.

“You are a wonderful father,” you speak softly. “You are the most loving mate. And this,” you look at your children, “feels like home.”

Eclipse’s tail flicks underneath you as his body seems to tremble with emotion before he gently presses his forehead to yours.

“How so, my love? Tell me all,” he demands in a rumble.

You take a moment and fall back to days when you were in the shelter of your mother’s arms, and your aunts would sing lullabies to your younger cousins. 

“Babies were held close, and everyone offered a hand,” you recount gently the memories of your childhood, “No one went without.”

You gently tickle Maffei’s chin, and she grabs your finger with her fat little hand. She gives you a searing look. A soft laugh escapes from you. You apologize to her before she returns to settle against your bosom.

“My mother would have loved to hold our babies,” you whisper softly.

“Yes,” Eclipse rumbles low, “My mother would have been pleased to see our children, and she would approve of my mate.”

You flush softly at such a thought, then grow somber within it. Despite all the pain, you are both still here. Your family is beautiful and worth every moment of agony.

Fornax returns but stops short of splashing Maffei. He instead treads slightly to swim around Eclipse, and tug at his arm, begging for a playmate.

A wicked grin spread across Eclipse’s maw.

“My father would play with me often,” he begins, and you eye him suspiciously as he takes Fornax under the arms. “Like this.”

He lifts Fornax above the surface. His body is small and slipstream, and his tail drips heavily back to the sea as he giggles at a high-pitched sound. To your dismay, Eclipse tosses the child over the surface and back into the water with a heavy splash.

“Eclipse!” you shout, aghast. 

Flicking up small waves, Eclipse darts for Fornax and scoops up your not-so-little baby, and he’s laughing. The boy demands relentlessly that Eclipse toss him once more. Thundering in joy, Eclipse obliges. Fornax sails through the air and back into the water with a furious splash. 

“Eclipse,” your voice climbs shrilly. “Stop tossing my son around like a baby seal!”

“I would never allow harm to befall him,” Eclipse promises in a mischievous roll of his tongue. 

“Again! Do it again, papa!” Fornax slaps the water with his hands and his tail cuts through the salty brine.

Then Maffei turns in your arms. Her little eyes fall on her brother and father playing roughly along the surface, and she chortles in a way that reminds you of Eclipse. Her tiny face ignites with delight.

Slowly, with all forces against you, you relax. Fornax beams brightly when he emerges from another tossing. Constantly, Eclipse is calculating, carefully adjusting the throwing of his son and watching him closely to ensure there is no harm done.

Perhaps he might feel your radiating judgment, for Eclipse turns back. He tucks Fornax underneath his arm and drags him back to you despite your son's protests and needing to be thrown once more over the waves. 

He nears, a great grin splitting his maw. You are helpless in returning the gesture in the radiating heat of his joy. His arms surround you, and Fornax is caught in the embrace as well as Maffei. 

Looking down softly over his pod, Eclipse surveys you quietly. Fornax wraps his arms around you in kind. He blows raspberries at his sister who giggles quietly. Their tiny tails squirm against your side, and you feel at peace.

“I will always protect our pod,” he declares, his eyes searing with his intent and truth.

Your heart swells in your chest. Pushing close, you kiss Eclipse sweetly, until the baby fusses and Fornax asks when he can be tossed again.

You will never lose your pod again.

[vsnapdragon]

Dear Devsis I think now is a fantastic time to release Pirate and Ice into kingdom thank you and goodnight

[petalsthefish]

He’s shirtless.

He’s fucking standing there, shirtless.

Lily did not know what to do with her hands, or eyes, or legs, or hair. She’s frozen in the middle of the field where she’d been meeting Marley for a post practice walk back to the castle for the Slug Club meeting. Marley was busy blabbering on about Anna Spinnet getting on her nerves, going on and on about some rule book thing.

Maybe.

To be honest, the words didn’t even register in Lily’s brain. There was nothing going on up there, not a single brain cell firing, not once she caught sight of him. Instead she stood there, mute, wondering if she could die from attraction.

Next to “Fatal Attraction” in the dictionary, was James Potter.

Now don’t get her wrong, she crushed on him everyday. He had many qualities that made him worthy of a swoon.

His hair, for one, was windswept to one side with curls sticking out in places he’d not managed to tap down. She’d once gotten to run her fingers through the strands and they’d felt like sugar candy from the fair, waves spun like thread that might melt from her touch.

His eyes, if she were standing close enough, would be a deep shade of brown with gold and green flecks. Not emerald green like hers, a softer green, like the color of the sea in photos from southern islands. She’d seen it in postcards, almost like diamonds reflecting a green light.

More impressively, he was shirtless.

Rippled arm muscles demanded her gaze as he drank from a water bottle, the water dripping out of his mouth he was so careless with it. It was May, warming up, and the early summer sun had slightly tanned his chest. Curly black hair ran across his chest, and normally she hated chest hair, but this was James Potter. 

He broke all her rules but that only made sense where he was concerned. Lily often wondered if the man had ever followed a rule in his life. He was known for detentions and late night parties with friends. He had no idea how to stay out of trouble, but maybe that’s why she liked him so much.

She couldn’t stay out of trouble either.

Lily imagined if he ever showed up to class like that, she would grab him by the waistband of his quidditch joggers and pull him into her lap. Merlin, he’d tower over her, consume her, on top. His hand was big enough to hold a quaffle so he could handle her breasts with ease. One of those hands ran across his beautiful body, preparing to stretch and—

She swallowed a sigh just as someone side smacked her, making her call out and capturing the attention of everyone nearby.

“What was that for!” Lily demanded with a cry, rubbing the side of her head and glaring at Sirius Black who had his arms crossed and was looking at her like he could read her mind.

“Dunno,” Sirius tilted his head, his grey eyes slightly narrowed, “I couldn’t tell if you were having a stroke or not, your eye kept twitching.”

“So you hit me?” Lily stepped away from the tall Gryffindor, still rubbing her cheek pathetically, her eyes darting back to James who (still shirtless) was now watching them with one eyebrow quirked.

“My house elf taught me to smack my uncle Boris when he was having a stroke,” Sirius shrugged as he waltzed past, cool as could be, in James’ direction. “Hasn’t failed me yet.”

“I wasn’t having a stroke!” She called after him, “I was—“

Sirius grinned wickedly as he turned on a heel to watch her expression momentarily falter as she stopped herself from speaking. “I know what you were doing, but until you’re willing to pay up, gawking counts.”

She shot him a nasty hand gesture at which he laughed before finishing a complete turn to face James who mumbled something to Sirius quietly. Sirius kept in a bit of laughter as he passed James a shirt, not answering.

Lily cursed Sirius within an inch of his life when James took the shirt and covered back up. Sure, she might’ve made a bet with Sirius that she’d never date James Potter, or else she’d owe him twenty galleons, but that hardly meant she couldn’t stare politely when James offered himself up for it.

She just had to figure out how to get him shirtless again.

[ultravioletbrit]

“wave” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 354 words

Part 2 (Part 1 - "brilliant")

Regulus didn’t mean to eavesdrop. He really didn’t. He was just looking for a book, but then he heard Sirius’ name. And then he heard his own name. And then he heard James say he loves him.

It hits Regulus like a tidal wave; too much and all at once and he freezes– James loves him? James thinks Regulus hates him? James is standing in front of him. Regulus is frozen.

He’s frozen until James starts to say something and Regulus cuts him off. He can’t hear anything else and he needs to be anywhere but here. But Regulus can only think of one thing to say–

“I don’t hate you.” And then he runs.

———

Regulus makes it to the Astronomy Tower and sits down with his back against the wall. He’s breathing heavy and he can’t tell if it’s from running across the castle or from finding out the person he’s in love with is in love with him too.

James loves him? James thinks Regulus hates him? James is standing in front of him–

Wait. James is standing in front of him? When did James–

“Can I sit?” James asks sheepishly and he’s also out of breath like he just ran across the castle too.

Regulus doesn’t say anything and just stares at James for a long moment. Eventually, he looks down at his lap and shrugs slightly. James walks to the opposite wall and sits down across from Regulus.

They sit is silence for several minutes. Both fidgeting and both stealing small glances at the other. Surprisingly, it’s Regulus who breaks the silence.

“Did you mean it? When you said…” Regulus trails off, keeping his eyes on his hands in his lap.

“Yeah.” James whispers after another beat of silence. “But I didn’t mean for you to hear me... Sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” Regulus finally looks up, but James looks away.

“I don’t know.” James shrugs. “Did you mean it? When you said you don’t hate me?”

“Yeah.” Regulus whispers.

“What does this mean?” James asks and they finally make eye contact with each other.

“I don’t know.” Regulus shrugs. “But it probably means something.”

[arjudy224]

Death of a family

The Intern Collection:

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Once the warehouse went up in flames, the world went silent. A blinding light stuns my senses. Before I can react, Nightwing shields me from the shock wave as we both go tumbling down. For a couple seconds, the only sound I can hear is the pounding of his heart. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Frozen, I see my horror reflected in his pale blue eyes. We didn't make it in time.

The ash slowly descends while the two vigilantes rummage through the debris. Staying out of the way, I do my best to be productive by prepping the med pack. Prepping for the worst, but hoping for the best. A slight glimmer catches my eye from a hundred yards.

Narrowing my eyes, I stumble through the wreckage. Drawing near, I dust the fallen ash away from a metallic pendant. More specifically a metallic bird... no. oh God no. It's a Robin. Dropping the med pack in shock, I manage to choke out "Dick..."

Nightwing rushes to my side within moments.

"What is it?" He questions, "Are you hurt?"

His eyes dart across my face looking for any signs of injury. Following my gaze, he mutters.

"Oh..."

When the body is revealed, I feel nothing. I should be screaming. Crying. Cursing at a god I don't believe in... but I don't say anything. Time slows down. Once Batman takes vitals, I work on breathes while Nightwing does chest compressions. 30 compressions. 2 breathes. Every other rotation, Bruce and Dick switch out. CPR is brutal. It's hard to ignore the cracking of the sternum or the fluid spilling into the one way mask. Attaching the AED, I pray something changes. Pausing Bruce's CPR, we clear the area to deliver the first shock. Then the second. Sandwiched between rounds of CPR, the AED gives us nothing to go off of.

After a while, it becomes hopeless. Most hearts restart after the first two shocks. Bruce's determined gaze grows frantic. Using his entire body, Batman's chest compressions progressively become deeper. Too deep. I avoid looking at the face of the limp carcass. If I look at his face, then it means this entire afternoon actually happened.

"Bruce, STOP! This isn't doing anything. " Dick argues tearing the man away from his fallen son, "He's... gone."

My chest tightens at Nightwing's voice crack. This cannot be real.

Pulling himself together, the Bat's eyes meet mine. For the first time since I've met him, the calculated facade has fallen to the wayside. Pure anguish stares back at me. From the slumping of his shoulders to the tight line of his lips, it's clear as day. Straightening himself, the Bat swiftly moved the body back to the plane.

"I'll prepare Alfred for the service."

Service... Is that it? That soon?

Dick excuses himself claiming to need a bite to eat. With a lingering hug, he tells me that he'll whip me something up too. Haphazardly, I decline the offer. Dick's right of course. I haven't eaten in over a day, but... Every ounce of hunger left my body the moment, I smelled burnt flesh.

For the first time all day, I look at him.

Covered in soot, the burns are the first images that are seared in my subconscious. Black bruises lace around every external patch of skin. Underneath all the brutality, my jaw clenches. Did he always look this young? For a kid who was starting to develop a jawline, I forgot how round his cheeks were. How long ago was his birthday again? A few months? Fifteen. His thick dark lashes stay completely still while I brush the hair out of his face.

No... No.. This isn't right. This is not how our story goes... Prom. Graduation. We were supposed to be dumb kids in love. Not some high school cautionary tale.

Suddenly, it all sinks in. I can't breathe.

No more study dates at Wayne Tower.

No more reading together

No more lazy Sunday morning smiles.

No more late-night Robin visits.

Sliding down the wall, a single tear drops down my face. The pressure resting on my chest prevents any more tears. Everything in me wants to wail. Throw a fit. Kill the bastard who did this. Instead, I stare wordlessly at the smooth metallic wall furnishing.

I am too young to feel this old.

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[ragvas]

The Babysitter

You sit anxiously in your living room, a mixture of excitement and apprehension swirling in your chest. Life has been stressful recently, and after stumbling upon a peculiar service online, you found yourself curious enough to take the plunge. Titan Care, a company that promised to send a giantess caretaker. Craving something unique and outlandish, you decided to give it a try. Now, all you can do is wait.

As the clock strikes 7 PM, a firm knock echoes from your door. Your heart races as you stand, your palms sweaty, unsure of what to expect. Opening the door, you're greeted by the towering figure of Ava, your babysitter for the evening.

Ava stands an imposing 7' 11" (240 cm) tall, her presence immediately commanding your attention. She looks to be in her early 20s, her long, dark brown hair cascading down her back in gentle waves. Her dark brown eyes glint with amusement and confidence as she smiles down at you. Wearing a tight black top that hugs her voluptuous E-cup breasts and form-fitting leggings that accentuate her curvy hips, she exudes both femininity and power.

"Hey there cutie," she greets with a playful grin, her voice low and sultry. "I’ll be in charge of you tonight."

At 5' 11" (180 cm) yourself, you feel dwarfed by Ava's towering presence as she casually steps into your apartment, ducking slightly to avoid hitting her head on the doorframe. Her sheer size makes you feel small, and her confident aura makes her even more intimidating.

"Y-yeah, come on in," you stammer, trying to shake off the nerves. You hadn’t imagined your babysitter would be this tall… or this commanding.

Ava strides gracefully into the living room, her movements fluid despite her size. She surveys the room before turning her attention back to you, raising an eyebrow. "So, what exactly do you need me for tonight? You ordered a babysitter after all," she teases, folding her arms under her chest, causing her E-cup breasts to press together.

Your face heats up. "Well… I guess I just wanted some company," you admit, feeling sheepish.

Ava laughs softly, her voice rich and smooth. "Company, huh? Well, lucky for you, I’m great at that." She steps closer, her towering frame casting a shadow over you as she leans down. "But there’s something you should know about me," she whispers, her lips curving into a mischievous smile.

Before you can ask what, she means, Ava pulls down her leggings and top, revealing her enormous breasts. Straightening up, she stretches her arms, and suddenly, her body begins to glow. To your shock, she starts growing bigger...

Her already impressive height expands rapidly, her legs lengthening, her torso stretching, and her prominent E-cup breasts swelling larger. You stand frozen as Ava surpasses 9' 10" (300 cm), her breasts now F-cups swaying heavily as her towering figure fills the room.

"Surprised?" she asks with a playful smirk, hunched over slightly to avoid hitting the ceiling. "I told you I’d be in charge tonight." (Picture)

You gulp, your heart pounding. You expected a tall babysitter, but not one who could grow.

Ava, clearly enjoying your reaction, continues to expand. Her body stretches upwards once more, quickly reaching 11' 6" (350 cm), her G-cup breasts starting to leak milk as her curves grow more pronounced. The room feels impossibly small as she looms over you, her dominance undeniable.

Crouching down, she brings her face close to yours, her dark brown eyes gleaming with playful intent. "Don’t worry, I’m not done yet," she teases, her breath warm on your skin.

Your legs feel weak as Ava gently lifts you off the ground, cradling you in her arms. You feel like a child compared to her now G-cup, 11' 6" (350 cm) frame, your face inches from her chest as she holds you close.

"How about we make this night a little more interesting?" she suggests, her voice a seductive whisper. She presses you against her ample breasts, the soft flesh enveloping you. "I’m going to take good care of you, little one."

Before you can respond, Ava's body glows again, her growth even more dramatic. She shoots past 13' 2" (400 cm), her breasts expanding to H-cups. Her enormous frame nearly fills the entire room, her body dominating the space, yet her touch remains gentle.

"You seem a little thirsty," she says slyly, glancing down at you. Her breasts, swollen to full H-cups, leaking streams of sweet milk, and she gently presses your face closer to her massive nipple. "Let me help with that."

Your face flushes as Ava's nipple, large enough to spread your jaws wide, is pressed into your mouth. She cradles you, her enormous frame completely dwarfing you as she feeds you, the act both nurturing and utterly dominant.

"You’re mine now," Ava whispers, her voice filled with playful authority. "And I’m going to make sure you never forget this night."

Minutes pass as Ava's body continues to grow slowly while you eagerly suck her giant nipple, eventually reaching an unbelievable 14' 9" (450 cm) with J-cup breasts. Her presence overwhelms the room, her dominance absolute. You’re cradled in her arms, completely at her mercy, enveloped by her size, power, and warmth.

She gazes into your eyes, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "Now that I have you right where I want you, let’s explore some fun together, shall we?" Her dark brown eyes sparkle with mischief.

With a gentle yet firm grip, Ava lowers you onto the couch, her J-cup breasts brushing against your face as she does so. She looms over you, her towering height making you feel vulnerable yet safe. "So, what would you like to do first?"

Your heart races as Ava's massive breasts hover over you, the warmth of her skin and the sweet scent of her milk making your mouth water. You swallow hard, trying to compose yourself. "I-I don't know," you murmur, feeling both nervous and curious about the power dynamics that have just shifted so dramatically in her favour. You gaze up at her, her dark brown eyes filled with a mix of amusement and challenge. "What do you usually do with the people you...uh, babysit?"

Ava laughs, her deep, sultry chuckle sending vibrations through the air. She lowers her face closer to yours, her warm breath fanning across your cheeks. "Oh, I do whatever they want, within reason," she says with a wink. "But since you’re not quite sure yet, let me introduce you to a few of my favourite games." Her grin widens as she reaches down with one of her giant hands and gently pinches your nose. "Hold your breath tiny," she orders playfully, and before you know it, your face is buried in her colossal cleavage. The softness and warmth engulf you as the scent of her skin fills your nostrils.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you find yourself face-first in Ava’s overwhelming cleavage. The warm, soft flesh surrounds your head, and you struggle to breathe, feeling a little smothered but also oddly comforted. You can feel the steady thump of her heartbeat against your cheek.

Ava's laughter echoes through the room, a rich, deep sound that seems to resonate in your very soul. Without warning, she starts to bounce her colossal J-cup breasts up and down, the weight of them pressing your face into the plush valley between them. Each bounce sends a jolt of pleasure through her, making her wetter and more aroused. Her nipples harden and leak more milk as she watches your expression, enjoying the power play. "How do you like that, little one?" she asks, her voice thick with amusement and desire.

You let out a muffled moan, the feeling of Ava's breasts bouncing against your face a strange mix of thrilling and overwhelming. You lift your arms and try to push them apart, the need to breathe overcoming the comfort of the warm embrace. "A-Ava, I can't breathe!" you squeak out, your voice muffled by her flesh.

Ava's eyes widen in mock surprise as she feels your struggling. She pauses, letting your face emerge from the sea of softness. "Oh, you want to come up for air?" she asks playfully. Her grin is infectious, and despite the odd situation, you can't help but smile. She gently lifts you by the waist with one hand, the other cupping your chin to tilt your face towards her. Her thumb brushes against your lower lip, a bead of milk still lingering there. "You're so cute when you're all flustered," she murmurs, leaning down to lick the milk off your mouth, her tongue long and warm. "Now, where were we?"

Your cheeks redden as Ava's tongue traces the outline of your mouth. Her touch sends a jolt of excitement through you, and you can't help but lean into it. "I-I guess we could watch a movie," you suggest, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy.

Ava smirks, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "A movie, hmm?" she says, placing you back down on the couch. She reaches for the remote, her massive hand engulfing it. "But not just any movie," she adds, flipping through the channels with surprising deftness for someone of her size. She stops on a channel playing a film with a giantess theme, the screen showing a tiny man at the mercy of a giant woman's feet. "I think this one will be perfect for us tonight." She sits down, her body taking up most of the couch. "Get comfortable," she says, patting the cushion next to her.

You can't help but feel a thrill of excitement as you watch the giantess on the screen. It's eerily similar to your current situation, and the sight of Ava's colossal body beside you makes it all the more real. You scoot closer, leaning against her leg, feeling the warmth and firmness of her muscles beneath her skin.

Ava's eyes don't leave the screen as she feels your body press against her leg. She can't resist running her hand over the couch, her fingers grazing your shoulder lightly. "I see you're a fan of these types of films," she says with a knowing smile. "Well, I've got plenty more where that came from." She reaches down and strokes your hair gently, her touch soothing yet firm, sending tingles down your spine. "But for now, let's just watch and get cozy." As the movie plays, she shifts her leg slightly, allowing you to fit more snugly against her. The mass of her thigh is soft against your skin, and you can't help but feel the power and warmth emanating from her. The scene on the screen escalates, showing the giantess playing with the tiny man, and you find your gaze flickering between the TV and Ava's breasts

Her hand pauses in your hair, and you feel a slight tug as Ava tilts your head back. She catches you staring at her chest, your eyes wide and slightly glazed. She smirks, her cheeks flushing a little. "Like what you see?" she asks, her voice a seductive purr. Her breasts suddenly growing to K-cups, the weight of them making her lean back slightly to maintain balance. She cups one in her hand, lifts it, and lets it drop, watching your reaction as the milk spills out in a gentle cascade. "Looks like you're enjoying the show," she says, her voice teasing.

You swallow hard, nodding slightly. The sight of Ava's giant, leaking breasts is both mesmerizing and intimidating. The warmth of her leg against yours is comforting, but the thought of her overwhelming size keeps you on edge. "It's...it's pretty amazing," you admit, your voice a little hoarse.

Ava's eyes darken with desire as she watches you squirm under her gaze. Her hand, which was resting on her own thigh, begins to slide upward, tracing the curve of her waist. "I think it's about time we take this to the next level, don't you?" she whispers, her voice thick with need. Her hand reaches down, her fingers brushing against the side of your face, leaving a trail of electricity. She leans in, her breasts shifting and jiggling with the movement. "You're so adorable," she murmurs, her mouth so close to yours that you can feel the heat of her breath. "And I can't wait to see just how much you can handle." Without waiting for a response, she presses her lips to yours, her kiss demanding and passionate, her tongue slipping into your mouth to explore. Her other hand moves to the back of your neck, holding you firmly in place as she deepens the kiss.

Your heart thunders in your chest as Ava's soft, yet insistent, kiss takes you by surprise. You melt into it, your body responding instinctively to her dominance. Her tongue dances with yours, and the taste of her fills your mouth. You can feel your own desire growing, and you wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her closer despite her immense size. Your mind is a whirlwind of emotions—excitement, fear, and something else you can't quite name. As you break away for air, you gaze up at her, eyes wide with wonder and anticipation. "What's... what's the next level?" you ask, your voice a mix of nerves and eagerness.

With a predatory smile, Ava stands, her K-cup breasts swaying heavily, and you can't help but stare as she does. Her hand slides down her body, tracing the curves of her waist to the hem of her black panties. She steps out of them, revealing her bare pussy, already glistening with arousal. With a sudden surge of power, she grows to 16' 5" (500 cm), her breasts now M-cups, and the couch groans beneath her as she straddles your thighs. She reaches down, her fingers deftly unbuckling your pants and freeing your erection. "This," she says, her voice a low growl as she positions her massive, round ass over your cock. She lowers herself onto you, her sofa-sized cheeks enveloping you completely, her weight pressing down with surprising gentleness. She starts to bounce, her movements gaining speed and power as she takes you deep within her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both your bodies. Her ass jiggles like gelatine, and you can feel the warmth and softness of her flesh as she uses your body to satisfy her giant needs. "How's that for the next level?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with challenge.

You gasp as Ava's massive body settles onto you, her soft, warm flesh enveloping you. The weight is immense, but she's careful not to crush you, her strength perfectly balanced. The sensation of her giant pussy around your cock is overwhelming, and you can feel the power in each of her movements as she bounces on top of you. Her M-cup breasts jiggle with every bounce, and you reach up to cup one, feeling the heavy weight in your hand as you try to keep up with her rhythm. You're in awe of her size and power, and the vulnerability of being with someone so much larger makes the experience even more intense. You wrap your arms around her waist, holding on tight as she takes control, her moans filling the room and echoing in your ears. You're lost in the moment, your body responding to hers as if it's been programmed to do so. The sensation of her giant, soft skin against yours is like nothing you've ever felt before, and you realize that you've never truly understood the concept of being "in over your head" until now.

Ava's eyes lock onto yours, her pupils dilated with arousal. Her cheeks flush with the exertion of her movements, and she watches your expressions of amazement and pleasure with a hint of triumph. Her giant hands come to rest on your chest, her fingers splayed out, feeling your heart racing beneath her touch. "You like that, don't you?" she murmurs, her voice a seductive purr. She continues to ride you, her giant thighs flexing with each bounce. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the room, a symphony of pleasure. She leans back, her breasts bobbing, and grabs one, squeezing it to let more milk spray out. It lands on your chest. "You're doing so well," she praises, her smile wide and genuine. "But I've got more in store for you." With a wink, she starts to grow again, her breasts swelling to N-cups as her body reaches 18' 1" (550 cm).

The sudden growth sends a fresh wave of excitement through you. Ava's breasts, now N-cups, are even more overwhelming than before. The milk on your chest feels warm and sticky, and the scent is intoxicating. You reach up to touch one of the massive orbs, the weight and softness making your head spin. "I-I've never felt anything like this," you admit, your voice strained with pleasure. You try to keep up with her rhythm, your hands slipping slightly on her wet skin.

Ava's smile widens at your admission, her eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and desire. Her movements on top of you become more fervent, the sofa beneath you groaning in protest as it struggles to withstand the force of her passion. Each bounce of her giant, round ass sends jolts of pleasure through your body, and you can feel the room shrinking around you as she grows even larger. Her breasts swell to O-cups, and with a final roar of ecstasy, she commands, "Bigger!" Her body responds, shooting up to 19' 8" (600 cm), her breasts growing to a monstrous size. Her pussy tightens around you, and you feel her weight pressing down, the sofa threatening to collapse. Her moans become louder, more primal, and she repeats her demand, "Bigger!" Her voice echoes through the room as she continues to grow, her breasts now P-cups, the weight of them resting heavily on your chest as she fucks you with an animalistic intensity.

Her breasts now P-cups, Ava's body starts to quiver, her orgasm building like a tidal wave. You feel your own climax approaching, and with a desperate whine, you beg, "I can't take it anymore!" She responds by quickening her pace, her giant thighs squeezing tighter around your waist. That sends you over the edge and you start cumming wildly inside her squeezing her soft hips with your tiny hands. You feel the sofa crack beneath you as she reaches her peak, slapping her massive ass down one final time with a force that sends shockwaves through the room. The sofa gives way, collapsing in a cloud of dust and fabric, but she doesn't miss a beat. Her moans become a triumphant roar as she cums, the vibrations of her orgasm shaking the very walls. Her pussy clamps down on you, milking every drop of cum from your body as she screams, "YES! You make me feel so fucking big!" Her eyes roll back in her head, lost in the throes of pleasure. You lay there, panting and exhausted beneath her, her orgasm washing over you like a warm, enveloping blanket.

Her breathing slows as her orgasm subsides. With a gentle smile, she leans down, her P-cup breasts hovering over your face as she whispers, "You did so good, little one." She lifts herself off of you, her pussy releasing you with a wet pop. You lay there, panting and covered in a mix of sweat and milk, the room silent except for the sound of her heavy breathing. She reaches down, her hand cupping your cheek.

With a final, loving squeeze, Ava's hand withdraws, and she rises to her knees, her towering frame casting a shadow over the wreckage of the couch. Her body begins to shrink back to its original size, the power of her climax receding. You watch in amazement as she returns to her 7' 11" (240 cm) height, her breasts shrinking back to E-cups. She stands up and extends a hand, helping you to your feet. "Well, that was fun," she says with a wink. "But I think it's time for us to wrap up our little adventure." She gathers her clothes, slipping them back on with an ease that belies their tight fit. "Remember, everything that happened here stays between us, okay?" She leans in, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before heading to the door and disappearing in the night.

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You can find more like this at my deviantart. 😊

Link: https://www.deviantart.com/ragvas

[aventurineswife]

“I'd do whatever I could do”

Summary: Aventurine undergoes a bizarre transformation, reverting to his child form due to an inexplicable force. In this new, vulnerable state, he is found by Boothill, and you, who instinctively offers comfort and protection. Together, you three form an unlikely family, as Kakavasha, now a child, grapples with his new reality, experiencing innocence and care for the first time. Amid the chaos of the universe, they find brief solace in their newfound bond.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader x Boothill, Platonic, Transformation, Family, Unexpected Bonds, Comfort, Childlike Innocence, Humor, Surreal, Reader is called Mother but not implied female. @lavenderlovekakavasha

Warnings: Transformation (age regression), confusion, mild existential themes, emotional tension.

A/N: I'm half asleep while writing this so plz ignore any mistakes 😪

The warm glow of the sunset outside the IPC headquarters bathed the sterile interior in a soft, amber light. Aventurine leaned back in his chair, his fingers tracing the edges of the holographic charts laid out before him. The evening had been unusually quiet—until the unexpected wave of dizziness hit him.

"Not again..." Aventurine muttered under his breath, rubbing his temples as his vision blurred momentarily. He had always been one to trust his luck, but this felt… different. A strange sensation, something he couldn’t place, rolled through him like a tide. His body stiffened, a soft jolt running through his spine.

Before he could even register what was happening, the world around him began to warp. The walls seemed to shift, colors blending, and the floor seemed to fall away from beneath him. He gasped, feeling an overwhelming pull, and in a split second, his adult form began to shrink, his limbs dwindling down to a child’s size. His once confident stance faltered, replaced by a wobbly, unsteady posture.

Aventurine, now no longer the calculated and sophisticated man he had been moments ago, stood frozen in the middle of the room. His attire—elegant, composed—hung awkwardly around his much smaller frame, the fine materials pooling like a blanket on the floor. His golden-rimmed glasses fell from his face, and his typically calm and collected features now bore the unguarded innocence of a child.

The air was thick with confusion. Aventurine’s eyes—now large and wide—darted around in panic. His small hands trembled as he reached up to touch his now-short(?) hair. “What…?” he squeaked in a voice that was much higher than he had ever remembered it being.

Before he could further process what had happened, the door to his office slammed open, and in strode Boothill. The cyborg cowboy, tall and imposing, paused at the threshold when he saw what was unfolding before him. His mechanical eye whirred, analyzing the situation, his black pupils narrowing in confusion.

"Well, ain’t this somethin’," Boothill muttered, taking a step forward. His usual bravado faltered just a little as he looked down at the small, confused child now standing where Aventurine had once been. "Ain't no way I’m seein’ things right now..."

Aventurine—no, Baby Kakavasha—looked up at the towering cowboy. The child’s eyes were wide with fear, but there was also a glimmer of recognition. His lips parted as he searched for words, but none came.

Boothill stared at him for a long moment, his gloved hands hovering near his holstered guns as if unsure what to do next. “What in the galaxy is goin’ on here, kid?”

The air felt thick with tension. Baby Kakavasha took a hesitant step forward, his small voice trembling. “I—I don’t know,” he stammered, struggling with the unfamiliarity of his child’s body. “I didn’t do this. It wasn’t me.”

Boothill scratched his head, his mechanical parts creaking as he did so. “Kid, I ain't got the faintest clue what’s happenin', but one thing’s clear—you ain't lookin' like yourself. You a shape-shifter, or is this some kinda joke?”

“Please,” Kakavasha’s voice was softer now, more fragile than the usual sharp tone he carried as Aventurine. “Can you help me?”

Boothill exhaled slowly, his harsh features softening just a fraction. He wasn’t the sentimental type, but seeing this child—this version of Kakavasha—made his heart tug with an unfamiliar feeling. He took a step forward, crouching down to meet the small child’s gaze. “Alright, kid,” he said with a sigh. “Guess I’m gonna have to step up. I ain't got no clue how this happened, but you're not alone in this.”

Just then, the door to the room slid open again, and you stepped in. Your instincts kicked in immediately, and your brow furrowed at the sight before you. Aventurine, or rather, Baby Kakavasha, looked up at you with wide, uncertain eyes, his small body trembling in confusion.

Without hesitation, you approached him, kneeling beside the child. There was no explanation for why, but an overwhelming urge to protect him, to care for him, surged through you.

“Don’t worry,” you said gently, extending your arms to comfort him. “You’re safe now. I’ll take care of you.”

Boothill, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness welling up in his chest. “Guess that makes me your dad then,” he remarked dryly, scratching his head. “Ain't no way this is normal, but looks like we’re a family now.”

Kakavasha blinked at Boothill, still overwhelmed by the bizarre circumstances. “Father?” he echoed, testing the word on his lips. His expression was a mix of confusion and surprise, but also... curiosity. “You’re... my dad?”

“Yeah, you heard me right. I’m your old man now,” Boothill said with a smirk, though there was a softness in his voice that he didn’t usually show. "Ain't that somethin’, kid?"

Kakavasha took a moment to absorb the idea, his little mind scrambling to make sense of the situation. His usual sharp wit was clouded by the childlike innocence that had taken over his demeanor. “So, uh... does this mean I can have cookies for breakfast now?” he asked, his small voice high-pitched but filled with a strange, hopeful tone.

Boothill blinked. "Well, uh... sure, kid. Why not?" He shook his head in bemusement. "You're supposed to be some kinda stone-cold strategist, and now you're askin' about cookies."

Kakavasha grinned widely, the simplicity of the question almost making the chaos around them feel a little more manageable. “Maybe... maybe we can even get ice cream after dinner!” he added, his face lighting up at the thought.

Boothill snorted, leaning back on his heels. “This whole thing’s a mess, kid, but sure. Ice cream it is.” He shot a glance at you. “You’re okay with that, right? I mean, we're a family now... I think?”

You chuckled softly at the absurdity of it all. "Sure, ice cream sounds good. After all, you’ve got to ease into being a kid again, right?"

Kakavasha looked up at both of you, his expression shifting from bewilderment to something softer, warmer. Despite the situation being entirely out of his control, there was a sense of comfort slowly building in him. Maybe, just maybe, this odd, unexpected family would be able to piece together a bit of stability, even if only for a moment.

“Thank you,” Kakavasha whispered, his voice now tinged with gratitude. “I... I don’t know what happened, but... I feel like I’m not alone anymore.”

Boothill’s face softened, just a little, as he placed a hand on Kakavasha’s small shoulder. “You’re not alone, kid. No matter what happens, we’ve got each other.”

The improbable new family stood there for a moment, in the midst of the swirling chaos, unsure of how or why this all came to be. But for now, Kakavasha was no longer a vengeful adult filled with hatred. He was simply a child, embraced by a new, unlikely mother and a cyborg cowboy who, in this strange turn of fate, had somehow become his father.

And for a brief, fleeting moment, the chaos of the universe outside seemed to fade away as they stood together, a family of three, with Kakavasha’s small hand resting gently in Boothill’s rough palm. The game of life had thrown them a curveball, but for now, they would face it as one.

The dawn would come for them eventually. But for now, they had each other. And cookies. And ice cream.

Very lazily written and not edited lol

Art by @Senlly_2507 on X

[lilacxquartz]

UNTOUCHED

true form sukuna x f!reader

summary: humans tasted better when they’re untainted by the hands of others, or so sukuna had claimed.

masterlist • ao3 • mdni

tags/warnings: one shot, dead dove, gore/violence, non-con, cannibalism, feeding, one shot, bleak, horror, character death — w.c: 1.6k

The moonlight bathed your village in a pale and almost haunting glow, the pale light highlighting the pooling crimson that bled from the remaining few residents left gasping on their final breaths.

Despite just barely escaping the slaughter, your luck ran out quickly enough as you were soon captured by someone who quite literally held their life in your hands.

“Come quietly,” they said, their voice soft on your ears but it didn’t carry any such warmth. They addressed you coldly, as though you were nothing to them.

Trying to move, you found that you couldn’t with your feet rooted into the grass—frozen from plaguing fear—something about this whole situation didn’t feel right to you.

It was as though an instinct played in the back of your mind, begging for you to not follow.

They were patient too, waiting in eerie silence for you to start walking.

But eventually, you could move again, which was when they started to push you forward, guiding you towards wherever it was that you had to go to next. Your mind, still fresh with the after images of the slaughter, prevented you from seeing reason, from tearing away and running for your life.

You soon reached the destination with them; an old and dusty temple that seemed deceptively inviting as it welcomed you into the courtyard. Several lit lanterns swayed in the soft blow of the wind as you were directed to an open interior with something that seemed to watch you from the shadows beyond.

Locking eyes with the intimidating gaze that stared at you from within the darkness, you felt a wave of unease sweep over you. The person behind you however didn’t allow you to back away by a single step, anchoring themselves to your back and forcing you to walk slightly forward instead.

The gaze was unrelenting and almost feral and whoever—whatever—it was that lurked in the depths seemed almost to be sizing you up from the way their sights lingered. Eyes that were hungry with desire (and maybe something else?).

They rose slowly, stepping forward. In just mere seconds, you couldn’t help but feel like an ant in the presence of a boot. The way that their presence seemed to swallow the space around them stirred something primal within you.

Was it fear?

How constricting it felt to share the same room as such a being; to feel the air quite literally choked out of your lungs.

You could feel it as he walked closer. The crushing aura that eluded from this beast; from the lips that seemed to salivate over your form to the dripping malice that radiated from his body, latching onto your skin and making your blood run cold.

The corners of his lips soon flicked into a smile as though pleased with your surprise entry. It didn’t seem like he was excited to spend time with you for idle matters though. No. Your gifted audience with him seemed to be far more sinister than that.

You could feel your heart pounding in your ears as he gradually bridged the gap between the two of you; his height easily towering yours.

(Was he even human…?)

“What a delicious thing it is that you have brought me,” the monster of a man spoke, his deep voice rippling through your body in sharp, prickling waves.

“I’ll leave you to it, Lord Sukuna,” the person behind you softly spoke, pushing you slightly forward and causing you to stumble into the hardened flesh of the man.

Stammering in panic as the doors behind you slid shut, you couldn’t help but immediately plead for your life, “P-please, I don’t belong here… th-there has to have been some kind of mistake—“

Sukuna however cut you off, “—your life is mine now,” he hushed. “The sooner that you accept that, the less painful that it will be.”

Attempting to back away, he didn’t let you. Instead, what felt like four large hands grab at you—propelled you down towards a mat where he seemed to admire your splayed out form. You could barely make out anything in the darkness and yet, at the same time, you could tell that he was staring right at you.

“Are you untouched?” Sukuna asked, his tone seeming almost curious instead of malicious.

“I-I…” you struggled to reply, your mind still reeling over what was happening.

This didn’t deter him from clarifying his intentions however. “Has a man… or a woman ever made you feel pleasure at their hands?”

He gave you an extra moment to find your words, seeming to revel in your innocence. Oh, how he wanted nothing more than to break you before sinking his teeth deep into your perfect flesh. How sweet you’d taste. Uraume had outdone themselves with such a find.

You shook your head in response, a slew of incoherent words escaping your lips, until one word in particular caught his attention, “N-n-no…”

Curling his lips into a smile, Sukuna seemed almost delighted at your confirmation. Thrilled, even. As he then closed in on you, your beard ached with dread from what was soon to come. Your body shuddered as his calloused hands reached once again for your body, bringing you close against his chest.

His grip felt like iron; an impossible amount of hands that clamped around your frame, unyielding and strong. His towering stature blocked out any hint of light that spilled from the outside, darkening the room and extinguishing all of your hope.

“Let g—go of me,” you begged.

But he didn’t. Instead, you felt the heat radiating from his body ghost over your own; the smell of his sweat invading your senses. His touch was exploratory, reaching out wherever he liked. Soon enough you found yourself thrown down to your stomach, the air stolen from your lungs from the landing impact.

“Quiet,” he warned with a hushed tone, finding your whimpering protests both amusing and annoying at the same time.

You continued to relent however, struggling against his grasp while you writhed underneath his taut muscles. You attempted to push yourself out of his presence, away from the clutches of a monster who seemed to want nothing more than to toy with you—only for him to tighten his advances, slamming you down against the floor.

Holding you with the anchored press of his many palms, he tore off the rags you wore to expose your bare, untouched skin to uis hungry eyes. You continued to tremble beneath his invasive gaze all the same as he proceeded with his primal pursuit. His fingers reaching into your struggling cunt, parting your folds and dipping his fingers into you with lustful force.

“Please—“ you protested.

“—quiet,” he growled. “You’ll stay quiet unless I give you permission to speak.”

Lowering himself to his knees, Sukuna parted his robe, quickly pushing his excited length towards the back of your exposed form. He didn’t wait to warn you in his hedonistic pursuit, pressing the tip of his excited cock against your uninviting entrance before pushing inside.

Unable to be patient, Sukuna delivered his entry with a single, powerful thrust before you could tell him to stop. He buried himself deep into your struggling cunt as you cried out in pain, feeling the entirety of his shaft stretch you out, forcing your walls to hug tight and clench around him. Not giving you time however to adjust to him, he immediately settled into a punishing pace; pounding the very life out of you in a crazed frenzy.

“I’m going to ruin you,” he grunted, his chest pressing over your back, “—‘m going to devour you whole.”

You could only whine in response, unable to tell if he was being serious or if it was just the heat of the moment getting to him. He didn’t give you time to ponder his words as his hips bruised against your ass in an unforgiving force—pushing himself so deep that you couldn’t even find your voice—gasping out pained breaths instead with each thudding impact.

With a final thrust, he emptied himself into your spent body. You could feel as he throbbed and pulsated within you; your core overfilled and dripping with his essence. You could only cry into the floor, still unable to process something so humiliating.

However, it didn’t seem to be over.

Not just yet.

Flipping you over onto your back, you felt that primal response again. The one that begged for you to run far, far away.

Then it hit you.

‘I’m going to devour you whole.’

The feeling of horror never left you and this was why.

Attempting to back far away, he once again didn’t let you get far at all. His teeth diving straight into your exposed abdomen; his stomach feeling sharp against your flesh. You screamed as you squirmed beneath his bite, emitting an almost inhuman scream. Panting, gasping—you succumbed to a mere gurgle as he chewed on your fresh tissue—gulping down the spilling contents of your now mangled stomach.

Pulling back and watching you writhe before him, Sukuna watched as you wept for him, because of him, almost finding the act just as arousing as before. He licked his lips, murmuring something as he fed on you, “Uraume usually prepares people for me, but you’re too good to let waste,” he continued, his words muffled by your own body, “too pure, too delicious.”

Your sight then faded, blurring into black as the pain soon swept away too. It must have been the end. It had to have been. Such relentless torture that gnawed on you before you, tearing away at what once made you, you.

But it wasn’t as though you were to be soon forgotten.

For you were his favourite meal yet.