#well ... it was only a matter of time before this got long

[bambiiette]

headcanons of how joaquin is like in bed? 🫣

what joaquin torres is like in bed

WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD - eating out (F), fingering (F), penetration, fem!reader, established relationship

A/N: thank you sm for requesting, hope you enjoy!! also i made this very headcannon like so hopefully you don’t mind the shorter sentences !!

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- first things first, he’s an eater. and i know people always say that but like seriously.

- loves having his mouth on your pussy, tasting you.

- he takes his time as well. mouthing at your clit before giving little licks down your slit. might even press his tongue inside of you

- loves when you press your thighs against his head (definitely wants you to sit on his face but is scared to tell you)

- adds his fingers to mix, just to push you over the edge.

- he’s rubbing your clit, tongue still working its magic. hard, slow circles that make you want to scream. and he wants you to as well.

- loves hearing you. in fact, he goes out of his way to ensure you’re making noises. he lives on that shit.

- little gasps when he touches just the right spot, moans when he goes harder.

- eventually he swaps them, two fingers pumping into you while his tongue draws circles on your clit.

- literally will not fuck you properly if you haven’t cum at least once. but when he finally does?? oh my god.

- now it depends on the day. is it a slow, soft session?

- if it is, he’s so sweet and careful. he’s got a steady rhythm

- and god he’s so pussy drunk. saying all sorts of shit

- “oh amor you feel so good” “not gonna last like this” “let me hear you sweet girl”

- definitely only wants you in missionary for times like this. just wants to look into your eyes, watch them roll back bc no matter what, that man can dick you down so good.

- if it’s not? if it’s a hard, needy, passionate fuck?

- he’s still sweet with you, he never could be anything else.

- but his thrusts are harder, his rhythm quicker. he’s putting you in different positions.

- one minute you might be staring into his eyes, the next he’s got you bent over with your ass up.

- his words? dirtier. you swear he even starts mumbling in spanish sometimes

- “taking my cock so well” “look cariño, your pussy is swallowing me” “made for this weren’t you?”

- he swears more, stutters more.

- and he loves when you’re rough with him. tugging at his hair and leaving scratches on his back (ones that sam will DEFINITELY make fun of him for later)

- but no matter what type of sex you guys are having, hes so vocal. moans and groans and grunts and whimpers. like anything you can think of, it leaves his mouth.

- and no matter what, loves to watch his dick move in and out of your pussy. just reminds him that your his <3 <3

- tries not cum unless you have already. he really wants to hold it off for as long as he can but sometimes you’re just squeezing him too tight and you look just too pretty.

- loves when you tell him to cum inside of you. would never say it but definitely has a breeding kink.

[he4rken]

can i request some PLATONIC forsaken killers x teen!reader? if u dont wanna write a bunch just pls include 1x1x1x1, mafioso, and coolkid. the reader can be gender neutral and they have a kind of sassy and easily angered personality but it’s mainly to cover up how much they hate being in forsaken. their technique is brute force with a bit of mind games, so they kind of appear around the map randomly to freak out survivors and just uses some knife to kill them. thank you!

THEY'RE PLAYING MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE, YOU KNOW I'M SCARED OF EMOS! | Killer teen!reader headcanons

— I desperately hope I understood your request right. To keep it less crowded and that it meets your wishes, I only wrote 1x1x1x1, Mafioso and of course c00lkidd (separately). Additionally it's written in headcanon formatting..? If that's the right word. (Also prattles, Noli release, obviously I'm posting two fics in one day) (side note, I'm not gonna write for Noli just yet)

WARNINGS: reader is going through a phase, basic forsaken round stuff (murdering)

MAFIOSO

— Mafioso won't necessarily... care? Sure, he acknowledges your existence but that's about it. What's so interesting about a kid running around harming other's when c00lkidd himself also exists? Nothing special here.

— But he's also petty. I don't think he'd usually indulge with talking to kids but you should at least be hitting puberty? You could definitely talk like an adult! Which was the most brightest thought he had before personally getting taken aback.

"So, how have you been doing?"

"Go away you're wrinkly and old."

— He had to bite his tongue. Just teens trying to be all tough and stuff! Which he won't even bother setting off further. Kids aren't his thing and obviously he isn't wrinkly! He's aged fine.

— First he thought you did have some personal beef with him for no reason whatsoever. But then he saw you going off on others if they were even one step too close to you.

— Genuinely what was your problem? Angsty teen phases don't last this long, certainly you must be a special case. Is he gonna bother with it? Nope! Not his problem.

— Hypothetically, if two killers in one round existed as a mode and both of you got paired up, first thing he did say to you was "you aren't killing anyone with your comments". Obviously that got a nasty reaction out of you immediately. All Mafioso did was snicker slightly, it's a bit funny actually.

— Till he got whiplash, again. You went for quite literally anybody you even saw for a millisecond! There wasn't even a thought process on any action you were doing, you just went straight for it! Most concern he actually had was witnessing you stabbing... uh, what was this guy's name again? The pizza delivery guy, over and over again even though he was long dead.

— Man, teens are surprisingly scary! He kinda did think he set off your anger more at the start, but this happened over and over and over again. Okay maybe you're just letting your anger out on the survivors since there aren't any consequences here, that's fine.... Nothing bad....

— Highly impressive in his opinion though. Maybe when you are in a good mood he could quickly shoot you a compliment on how quickly you do take care of the survivors! Or maybe nicely bribe you to catch them off guard while he ends them himself.

— But of course, he isn't necessarily gonna. How do you convince an angsty teen with anything? At least you acknowledge his small compliments on doing well! Even if majority of the time you flip him off.

— In general Mafioso wouldn't necessarily bother with you, kids aren't his thing! Especially snappy ones, he fights a lot of urges to snap back at you. At least you're useful in rounds!

C00LKIDD

— Perhaps the only one who actually wants to be around you. To c00lkidd, a kid a bit above his age doesn't matter to him, all that matters is that you both can play together and have fun!

— Your remarks barely take effect on him, worst you can get out of him is a pout with a whiny "you're so mean!" comment. That's just your way of having fun, right? C00lkidd happily attempts to come off just as sassy as you just so both of you can share the same fun, isn't that just generous of him?

— Of course when you do actually go off on c00lkidd with whatever anger reached its peak, he backs off or either stares like a deer caught in headlights, eventually his expression morphing into one where he almost looks like he's about to cry.

— He forgives you though! Perhaps he just wasn't playing right. He'll get it right till you won't lash out on him anymore!

— This can also be the only instance where you can be open with one of the killers. C00lkidd is, well, a kid himself. Maybe still really childish, but he passes enough to lend an ear. In comparison he doesn't really understand why you're upset about being here, everything is fun.... It's a game when a round starts! So why are you so upset every time?

— Again, with the hypothetical of two killers in one round, c00lkidd practically beamed. He can impress you how good he is at roughhousing, even offering on "ganging up" one of the survivors so it's fair play for both of you! But, well, your way of roughhousing was a bit extreme. Even for c00lkidd.

— It's fun when you catch the survivors off guard! They hadn't seen you around the corner so, obviously, c00lkidd is gonna give them a punch or two in a way to say "better be more attentive next time". Anything else just... Somewhat awkward?

— While it only sinks in slowly for c00lkidd after the round is finished that this was not some sort of game, it immediately sinks in that the survivors are not napping with the way you stab them over and over again with a knife in hand.

— He could really only stare. Perhaps awkwardly shuffle away to leave you to what you were doing. You were just a bit angry at that person! Surely you'll play less extreme next time.

— c00lkidd really just wants to play, even if he's a little slow on understanding your behavior. He doesn't have any malicious intent. He's just trying to have some fun with someone who's also considered a kid!

1x1x1x1 (all pronouns were used in this! Reminder they're genderfluid)

— A creation made out of hatred, I think you can guess what type of feelings they have towards you.

— Kids are already annoying. c00lkidd wasn't even an exception for 1x1x1x1, he's just a natural hater. It just adds more into his hatred with how easily you get angered. Compared to Mafioso, they aren't gonna bite their tongue, in fact they snap just right back at you which ultimately turns into a screaming match. 90% of the times both of you had to get seperated before either of you got physical. (Isn't even annoying, 1x1x1x1 would just get made fun of for getting riled up over a kid)

— With that, she just ignores your existence entirely. Getting upset over an angsty teen? Not her style. One glance and they're immediately sending daggers your way.

— Fortunately (or unfortunately), everything either of you do is what everyone receives. Perhaps this would annoy him even more cause how dare you act similarly with others, if not perhaps you're going more extreme on him specifically too!

— But she can shrug you off, even though she practically starts fuming without barely having seeing you. He's getting upset over a kid, a kid! Obviously that's unbelievable. He can't be standing this low. So you're existence is basically nothing to them.

— Till the hypothetical two killers in one round starts. They're not having it.

— Begrudgingly, they tell you to stay out of their way, receiving not only an eye roll from you but you also flip them off. Just great.

— The round went smoothly. They haven't seen you yet which is great! It's so positive that 1x1x1x1 starts hating it too. What's even more annoying is how suddenly easy it is to kill a survivor cause they blindly run right into them.

— It's annoyingly too easy. Not even that, they're running into her while looking like they saw a ghost! They should be running away from him and not look like they're purposely running right at him.

— That's before they found out the source. And of course, it just had to be you.

— For someone who still is so young, you were oddly more violent than c00lkidd. It's not like he was purposely seeking you out, no, they just stumbled upon you while chasing down a survivor.

— Not only did you snatch their kill you also don't even get off the survivor! Stabbing them so many times they practically become unrecognizable. 1x1x1x1 could just awkwardly leave the scene, since when are kids so violent..?

— When the round was over, everything goes back to how it was before being paired up, by not acknowledging you exist. Making the round too easy? Unbelievable.... Okay maybe they were a bit impressed with how quickly the round was finished, but that faded away so quickly she immediately becomes negative about it.

— Eventually, maybe, perhaps never, she'd actually voice a bit that you've impressed him. Even though it might come out condescending. You can't really get any positivity out of them....

— They're just a hater in the end. Gotta suck it up.

[ceruark]

cw: yandere themes - obsession, stalking. freak4freak behavior. suggestive, 18+ only.

alexis is the perfect boyfriend.

he’s always thinking of you, buying you little trinkets or treats he thinks you’ll enjoy while he’s out and about— your friends note that when he meets up with you, he never shows up empty-handed. your friends don’t mind him tagging along on your hangouts at all; he doesn’t complain or even mind when he’s holding dozens of bags, and he’s actually a fantastic person to gossip with.

when he drops by for a surprise visit to your house, he brings food for you— and enough for your whole family. your mother adores him, how sweet he is to you and how sweet he is in general. your father appreciates the extra help around the house, and even if he won’t admit it, is happy to monopolize alexis’s muscles by getting him to do some yard work that he’s been meaning to get around to. your sibling even meshes well with him, getting to see more of alexis’s snappier side in the banter they often exchange with him.

alexis is the perfect boyfriend— and you’re the perfect partner for him, given the way you turn a blind eye to his more… concerning behaviors. (maybe even more than that, with the way you feed into them, at times.)

if anyone asks how you two got together, you tell them the practiced and memorized tale of how alexis had very shyly confessed to in one of the campus cafes while offering you a pastry he’d bought just moments before.

it made for a better, more acceptable story than the truth: he’d been stalking you around campus for months, nearly an entire year.

you’d noticed, of course, but only after a while; you had no idea exactly how long he’d been watching you, only that you were aware of it for about a year. it probably should have disturbed you more than it did, but you didn’t particularly mind; alexis was more than just easy on the eyes, and you found his flustered state around you very endearing, and so you allowed his little obsession with you to fester, figuring it harmless.

and then, one day, you found him hiding out in your closet, taking photos of you through the slats in the door.

while you’d been masturbating.

anyone else would have, understandably, freaked out. screamed, thrown things at him, called the police. done something, anything other than what you did.

you, with a few screws of your own knocked loose, had gone up to him and traced a tantalizing finger down his chest. with your head tilted the size, you fixed wide eyes on him and asked, “do you want me to pose for you?” he’d had to stifle a moan when you leaned closer to him and whispered, “i’ll even let you dress me, if you want.”

things had escalated very quickly after that, in terms of both that moment and your overall relationship.

(he made you feel so good that night.)

your relationship with alexis is perfect, so long as no one knows about the little things: the bottomless collection of photos he has of you, the near-suffocating way he dotes on you, the location he’s constantly tracking, the way he has every little detail about you memorized, the way he’ll sometimes wake up in the middle of the night and you hold you tight, too tight, and ask “you won’t leave me, right? not like my family? not like him?”

maybe there’s something more than just a little wrong with him. there’s certainly something a little wrong with you for being okay with it.

but you’re keeping each other happy, and that’s what matters, right?

[alumbianchronicler]

As far as he can tell, Phantom isn't particularly aware of his environment. The young man was, in fact, perpetually distractable, and more often than not ended up staring out the Watchtower's windows than paying attention during meetings.

And yet.

Batman could sneak up on and startle any League member. Even Martian Manhunter, though that had only worked twice, and the second time the man had admittedly been distracted by a particularly tricky case report.

But Phantom was different.

He always turned, always met Batman's presence with that eager energy, smirking in playful pride at having caught the Bat.

And Batman wasn't sure how the ghost always noticed him.

He puzzled over it for weeks, in between other projects and cases. Simply asking Phantom would give up the game, and by now, Batman was invested in the investigation.

When a case ended up bringing ghosts to Gotham, Batman involved Phantom a bit more willingly than he usually would. He was notoriously protective of his city, jealous of its protection, but he wanted to test Phantom as much as solve the ghostly trouble.

So he set the problem to the other Bats.

Sneak up on Phantom, and report his reaction.

They. All. Failed.

Even Orphan.

Phantom himself treated it like a game, turning to meet each attempt with that cheeky grin, taking to tagging each Bat in turn by... "boop"ing them on the nose, complete with the word itself, before vanishing into thin air.

But despite Phantom's apparent lack of ability to take certain matters seriously, the case was wrapped up sooner or later, and Batman called everyone back to the cave for a debrief, including Phantom.

The young man approached the Cave with his usual irreverent distractibility, worse than the Flashes, leaving Batman grumbling with irritation while the ghost took his time investigating the bats nested in the Cave's ceiling.

He jumped, Batarang in hand, when the ghost appeared suddenly in front of him.

Phantom grinned.

"So, do I win?"

"Hn." Batman put the Batarang away and glared.

Phantom faltered, setting down on the ground and fidgeting nervously under the Bat-Glare.

"Phantom."

The young man (too young, really, to be a full League member, but he had been a vigilante in his own right for six years...) straightened his posture, and Batman got the impression that the ghost would disappear and bolt if he said the wrong thing.

A history of being targeted by human agents, including his own parents. Teenage years spent protecting his town and being hunted down by government agents.

Batman sighed, relaxing his own posture slightly. As unserious as the ghost seemed to be, he *had* always come through when needed so far, and his record of no deaths spoke for itself.

No deaths except for his own.

Not the time.

"Phantom," Batman repeated, "how do you know where we are?"

Phantom blinked, and suddenly the young man was bashful, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously.

"You're... uh, Protectors. I can always feel Protectors when they're nearby. It's... well, kind of a ghost thing? But also a *me* thing, and I'd rather not explain it because it's kind of existentially terrifying."

Batman's eyes narrowed. For a long moment he debated pressing.

Finally, he relented. Protectors, hm? That was at least something to work from. He would ask Justice League Dark about it.

"Very well. Good work tonight."

The way the ghost perked up *absolutely didn't* remind him of his own children, and there *absolutely wasn't* a hint of a smile pulling at his own lips.

"Thank you, sir. Batman. Uh... thanks. Do you need anything else?"

Batman shook his head. "No, you can leave."

Phantom nodded and vanished.

Bruce sighed, gathering himself before turning to face the expected and inevitable onslaught of teasing from his own children.

He would make the calls to Dark tomorrow. It was obvious he needed to know more about Phantom.

DP x DC prompt #232

Bruce makes it his mission to sneak up on every league member whenever he can to prove a point. That they must always be aware of their surroundings, even in areas deemed safe. He's snuck up on every single member of the league so far. All except Phantom.

[beneathitall-thesame]

chapter 474: how did we get here?

or: a long-winded rambling on how the fight in the current chapter was (unfortunately) bound to happen; the slow, inevitable result of two people loving each other fiercely but failing to meet where it matters most: in honesty, in timing, in vulnerability.

*I’m assuming He Tian had to leave Mo twice (or more). While not explicitly stated in the story, at this point I strongly believe this is what happened.

The first time we see He Tian coming back on Christmas, He Tian forces himself on Guan Shan’s life (well, it’s for only a night, but the point stands). He Tian bother Mo at work (but Mo doesn’t react violently), he invites himself to Mo’s apartment (Mo doesn’t mind giving He Tian a ride on his motorcycle). Yes, Mo is angry, but he’s also incredibly vulnerable and with some gentle prodding and alcohol he admits to He Tian -and to himself- he’s missed He Tian dearly. Mo accepts the “engagement” ring and, I think most importantly, understands that He Tian never actually wanted to part ways with him and all he did during his absence was for the sake of reuniting with Mo.

Hard cut to the future-future timeline, where we find ourselves in a (at first) shockingly similar situation. Tian again forces his presence in Mo’s life, crowding him at work, pretending to be his boyfriend and then breaking into his apartment. You could tell Mo was very vexed with He Tian, but he still cooked for He Tian, was this close to reciprocating/accepting an intimate moment and was okay with waking up beside him.

He does understandibly react badly to He Tian doing renovations to the place he bought with his hard earned money without his consent, but he seems to mellow up just a tiny bit to the idea when they arrive at He Tian’s place.

One thing I find very interesting about this chapter: we are shown Mo to be uncomfortable without him being vocal. There’s a tension in the air we’re not usually privy to, almost as if we’re witnessing the water flowing backwards before the wave hits. We wish they could go back to the brief flashes of domesticity we got in the She Li arc or the ones we didn’t get to see when He Tian first came back.

But in their current state, it’s very difficult. For both of them.

It’s obvious Mo is terrified of He Tian leaving him, but cannot even acknowledge that even in the privacy of his own damn mind because leaving himself open like that incurs a risk of actually dealing with the feelings he’s been running away to protect himself. However, seeing that He Tian comes back acting all non-chalant, as if nothing happened… I think this is what ultimately makes Mo the most uncomfortable. Mo Guan Shan longs for He Tian’s touch; blushes when he’s at the center of He Tian’s attention and feels uneasy when he thinks He Tian has left their shared bed.

Subsconsciously, however, he may have been waiting for He Tian to take the first step; not necessarily a romantic one, but a vulnerable one. What would that have looked like? That’s not to say that Mo hasn’t made it close to impossible for this to happen, by telling He Tian he’d have forgotten him if he hadn’t come back.

I mean in his heart of hearts; the core of his trauma. I am talking about how he felt abandoned by his father after he was arrested in a very traumatic event for the child Mo, and how, as a result of that, had to receive the brunt of a violent system who punishes children of convicts and shuns them into marginalization.

(Violence is present at every level of his formative years: institutional, interpersonal and, sadly, internalized. What good -and I’m saying this from Mo’s POV- would feelings do in this situation, if all people see of him is a delinquent and no other bothers to look beyond that? I could write tens of paragraph about why He Tian, Jian Yi and Zhan Zhengxi are so important to Mo’s breaking from this outlook, but I want to focus on the future timeline).

For how big a wall he builds between himself and He Tian in the adult timeline, I’m sure Mo would have come to terms with whatever He Tian told him, as long as He Tian was being honest.

On the other hand, He Tian, who we know absolutely hates having to leave Mo behind, comes back speaking to Mo very casually. He keeps flirting with him, seeking reactions from him and taking everything because even his anger is a side of Mo he likes and reminds him of the Mo whose memory he must have kept in his heart all the time they spent apart. Better to have Mo “mad” at him, or cursing at him, than nothing.

The only times we see him react with anything but his usual cool is when Mo tells him we would have forgotten him, had he not come back to pester him. That feeling of dejection only lasts so long, though, and he comes back (coughcough breaks into coughcough) to Mo’s apartment.

The other time we see underneath He Tian’s mask is when he finds Mo’s box with trinkets that remind him of He Tian. Mo refuses to talk about his feelings, but this shocks He Tian to the core and practically recontextualizes Mo’s attitude towards him. He already knew that Mo missed him, but wasn’t fully aware of how much hurt he unintentionally caused in Mo after leaving.

A while back I said that He Tian is on damage control mode, and I still strongly believe that. His behavior suggests an attempt to (perhaps excessively) compensate for what he imagines Mo experienced. But he himself makes no effort whatsoever to bridge the gap or offer a reason for his disappearance. True, part of the reason is Mo’s lack of receptiveness. But it’s also rooted in He Tian’s upbringing — in a household where vulnerability was dangerous, and concealment was essential for both self-preservation and protecting those he loved.

This guy cannot be vulnerable for the life of him. Whatever the reason for his departure is, it's clear that it's been weighing down on He Tian for a long time. And even if it's not the reason itself, it's the fact that it stands between him and his goal: living with Mo and giving him the life he deserves.

Now, chapters 472 and 474 are finally this wave I mentioned coming back with a vengeance. He Tian asks Mo to kiss him, but backtracks immediately. This is a first for him. Every time he has teased Mo, he’s done so unapologetically because he adores Mo’s reactions. But maybe because of the uncomfortable silence, He Tian says it was only a joke. This makes things worse; we have been shown time and time that Mo can get mad over things that don’t really bother him in the long run. When something REALLY bothers him, though… that’s another whole story. He doesn’t yell, he stays quiet. Frozen.

To me, Mo for a second takes He Tian’s words seriously, but feels betrayed at the thought that He Tian is playing with his feelings when he takes them back. And why wouldn’t he come to that conclusion, seeing the things He Tian has done in the last chapters?

We, the readers, know He Tian does all this out of a need for things to be back as they were, because he loves the only boy who truly understood him. But their teenage love can’t (and shouldn’t!) stay as it was. They have both changed without the other, and must learn to accept it and move on to truly start over.

I love and hate chapter 474 (this seems to be a trend with the newer chapters lol). On the one hand, it seems like He Tian will finally fucking fess up. However, the way we got there… Well, to say this confrontation reminded me of these two in their “earlier days” would be an understatement.

He Tian provokes Mo with a statement he KNOWS will rattle him. Mo, in a fashion resembling his teenage-self rather than the adult we’ve been seeing, reacts with a level of violence we haven’t even seen in a comedic light for a LONG time now. In fact, it gets so out of hand that He Tian has to resort to using his strength when Mo is about to punch him.

One might theorise that He Tian is giving Mo an outlet to vent his anger, but then… why does he mock him? Why the attitude? Honestly, I’m not too sure. Maybe it’s finally sinking in that he has no choice but to explain himself, and at the same time, he’s slipping back into old habits because they feel safer. Hm.

(this is just an incredibly biased aside, but He Tian intentionally ragebaiting Mo and then telling his very visceral reaction is a mere “tantrum” consitutes a certified Asshole (tm) moment. Goddammit, He Tian!)

Then again, we see this panel where he gazes upon the utterly defeated Mo, and… somewhere deep down, He Tian has to know that what he’s doing is not right. This is the moment. The tipping point between clinging to the status quo and finally giving them a real chance. Because if they keep going like this, it won’t be a relationship; just another on-and-off mess, looping back on itself until there’s nothing left.

It’s a shame that it took this to get this conversation going, but the moment we saw these two back in the first chapter of the adult timeline and how they acted around each other, something was bound to give.

I, for one, am excited for what the next chapters could bring to Tianshan's story!

[venusbyline]

soft!dark!aegon edging his stupid little niece all day for talking back to him and then finally giving in and fucking her until she passes out <33

⚠️: SMUT & DARK CONTENT. dark!Aegon II Targaryen (but kinda soft too), betrothed niece!reader, Targcest (uncle/niece), orgasm edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dacryphilia, fingerfucking, rough vaginal sex, doggy style position, missionary position, unconscious sex, passing out, praise kink, squirting, punishment, kinda dubcon in the ending but not so much, jealousy, minor Jacaerys Velaryon/reader BUT NOT REALLY, minor older brother/younger sister incest BUT NOT REALLY. no use of y/n, english is not my first language.

"Uncle, please, please, please! Let me cum once, pleaase!" Your body trembled desperately as Aegon fucked four fingers into your tight cunt, pulling them out and thrusting them in again and again.

A simple, harmless prank with your brother Jacaerys had turned your day into a living hell. You had watched your uncles and older brothers training in the courtyard that morning, a failed attempt to bring the families closer together since Viserys had officially betrothed his eldest son to his only granddaughter.

Aegon knew how important it was to you that they not fight too often. And Aegon was trying. He truly was trying his best.

But when you let Jacaerys hug you from behind and then joked that you had cheer him on during their training, Aegon lost what little patience he had left and dragged you to his private chambers as soon as Jace and Lucerys left.

Was it a silly prank? For sure. Enough to stoke Aegon's possessive jealousy and insecurities, though. He feared you liked Jacaerys more than him, and that fear grew when he grumbled about not liking the way the boy looked at you. The fact you scolded him and mocked he was being such an idiot for wanting you to distance yourself from your own brother just made matters worse.

After that, for several hours you lay sprawled on your uncle's bed, being stimulated in every possible way: with his fingers on your clit or inside your entrance, his tongue licking you, wooden phalluses being inserted into both of your holes...

Sexual things that were pleasurable in everyday life, but that in that moment only panicked you, never reaching the peak of pleasure due to Aegon suddenly stopping every time he noticed you were close to cumming — you could not even pretend you were not almost there.

"You are taking me so well, little niece." Aegon shushed, kissing your forehead as he rested your face against his chest. The heel of his hand hit your abused clit each time he fucked his fingers violently, increasing both the force and speed of the fingering. "You are such a strong little girl..."

The implied mocking word did not go unnoticed and you sobbed, wanting to bury your face against him and never come out there again if your climax was not allowed soon. Stamina had never been your strength in bed; you always came quickly, got overstimulated easily, cried a lot... Aegon liked all of that.

And during that moment, he liked it even more.

However, his self-control dissipated at the feeling of the skin of his chest begin to get sticky with the drool dripping from your lips, your brain growing increasingly dumb after so many denied orgasms.

Despite wanting to prolong the edging at least until the hour of the bat, Aegon let himself be carried away by his lust. He had been holding back for too long, controlling the urge to fuck you, appreciating those cute moans and pleas...

He needed to fuck you.

You let out an exhausted whimper at the sudden feeling of your cunt kind of opened and empty, the absence of his fingers there almost painful, a torture...

You did not have much time to miss it. Aegon abruptly flipped you onto your back, facing against the mattress and ass tilted up. There was no time to think about that or to ask him... Aegon filled you with his cock before any dumb thoughts could arose in your mind.

"Fuck, niece... Your cunt feels so wet." A hard slap landed on one of your ass cheeks once, and then twice more in a row, eliciting a cry of pain from you. "My brainless little slut cannot control herself, can she? She cannot cum without my fat cock inside that plump cunt for so long."

You whimpered something meaningless, trying to answer the rhetorical question, but failing right away. Your brain was pure jelly because of so many denied orgasms. All you could think about was Aegon's cock stretching you inside and his grip on your neck as he held you like that, pulling you until your back pressed against his chest.

Meanwhile, Aegon did not slow down his movements for even a second. The sensation of your cunt crushing around his cock while he thrust felt so intense that he found himself groaning praises about how hot and gorgeous you were, and also mocking how your bastard brother could never fuck you this well.

No one could fuck you this well. No man could have the capacity to edge you for many hours, giving you so much pleasure that you cried out and squirted a lot on the sheets, turning them into a wet messy.

No man could make you feel like you were in the Heavens even if you were passed out in his bed a few minutes later, waking up only when he switched the position so he could grope your tits and kiss you at the same time, without stopping to fuck your cunt.

[saturnyo]

Ultraviolence ♡˙˚ʚ₊⋆

Part 3 of the Lana Del Rey-inspired fanfics

Pairing: Tommy Miller x Reader

Warnings: Obsessive love • Dark themes • Psychological manipulation • Twisted relationships • Intense trauma • Emotional turmoil • Guilt and remorse • Power imbalance • Violence • Grief • Emotional dependence • Toxic attraction • Betrayal

WC: 1.8k

Song Choice: Ultraviolence by Lana Del Rey

He said he loved you. He swore that he'd never hurt you.

And he kept those promises. But between the white lines and sirens, his words escalated into heaven. A deadly nightshade he'd call you. Tommy would say you're full of poison, but with a beauty and rage that only he could appreciate. It's how he pulls you back in every single time, whispering those same sweet promises into your ear. Like a siren luring a sailor to their death.

You'd let him. No matter the pain he brought to you, even through the times you and he were in handcuffs and hauled away by police—Tommy stood there fighting back, desperate to get close to you again.

His touch was fire. His love was a hurricane. And you never stood a chance.

You knew it for what it was. You weren't a fool. Even when the dark, mottled stain started to bloom across your skin, you still welcomed his touch. Each one felt like a kiss. Tommy consumed you in such an unforgiving way that there was nothing left of who you were before him. Everything that you are now, your entire identity, is completely and irrevocably Tommy Miller.

He would constantly tell you that he's enraptured by you, completely incapacitated. That you put him under your spell. An excuse as to why he controls your life, not letting you near anyone or anything.

"You make me go crazy, Mi Amor."

A line he used when he dragged you out of a bar. It was after he saw you were talking to a random guy. You weren't gonna go home with him. But you definitely wanted to get a rise out of Tommy.

And a rise out of him is exactly what you got.

He fucked you against the hood of his truck, right there in the parking lot. Tommy wanted to make sure you knew who you belonged to. And you knew that he belonged to you as well. The slightest word, the slightest eye roll, and he's there wrapped around your finger. He's just as much under your control as you were under his.

That was the thing about Tommy Miller. He didn't love easily. He loved like he was at war. Constantly fighting back. Using threats, thinly veiled ones that always ended in you two fucking. Things were thrown, fists raised, and yet every single time, you two were magnets. Finding your way back to the other.

A cycle neither of you wanted to end.

Blessed the union. Cursed the aftermath. But holy was the fire that both of you were fed.

The music had long faded, but the static it left behind still buzzed in your ears. His hand gripped your wrist unforgivingly, leaving marks on that delicate part of your skin. You may have stomped your foot, yelling varying degrees of obscenities, but they fell onto deaf ears. It was no use against the man who had not only height but also weight over you.

The pavement scratched against the back of your heels as he dragged you along—your foolish act of defiance not even putting a dent in whatever he was planning. It was a routine—familiar. The number of times this has happened you can't count on one hand anymore. People had gotten used to it. The police didn't even have to ask your names. Once they heard your home address, they knew exactly what was happening.

You continued to twist against his iron grip before he briefly stopped turning around to face you with anger and desire in his gaze. He stared at you like a man on edge. Tommy was floating dangerously on the brink of losing control and all-out frenzy. He was a man starving, and you were the lifeline. You were the mirage, and he thirsted for you after being in the desert for far too long.

"Do you think this futile attempt will work, cariño? Do you think fighting against me will help?" he taunted, voice as slick as honey but sharp like glass.

You narrowed your eyes at the man in front of you. You tried to throw up a front, shielding yourself from his icy gaze. But no matter how cold it was, you still melted. It was something about him—like a superpower he had to keep you there, no matter how hard his touch landed.

"Bastard," you spat out, trying to hide the way your voice cracked just a bit.

All he did was smile that smug grin of his. Knowing that you truly didn't mean what you said. Tommy knew what you really wanted. That sweet face of yours held so much venom beneath those warm eyes. Jekyll and Hyde. Another name he had for you—sweet and soft until he pushed the right buttons.

"Come on, mi vida," he said mockingly, tsking at you like he was scolding a child. "You call me a bastard now, but I know you'll be moaning it the moment I bend you over."

He leaned more, his hand gripping your forearm so tightly you were sure there would be a bruise. His breath fans your neck, scattering goosebumps and igniting a buzz simmering beneath your skin.

"I could teach you a lesson right now. What is it that has gotten you so riled up? Could it be because you like the idea of being fucked before a crowd of people? Does them watching get you off?"

Every part of you wanted to say no. A silent voice in the back of your mind is telling you this is sick. Perverse. But the throbbing need between your legs said otherwise. You hated it. Hated how easily he could pull you back into his web of destruction—eroding your brain to constantly think only of him.

Tommy.

Tommy.

Tommy.

A rebellious mantra ringing through your ears. And the longer you are with him, the more you are sentencing yourself for a lifetime of beautiful, suffocating damnation. Because being with Tommy isn't love. It's servitude. It was a raw, unfiltered obsession that bordered on psychotic.

The way he makes you lash out, the gaslighting—all of it made you seriously consider if you needed medication. Tommy made you feel crazy, almost insane—drunk on his love. Especially on those lazy Sunday mornings after you fight with him about being out so late, it always ends in him slowly fucking you into your mattress. He would whisper sweet things that made your heart turn to mush.

"Come on, Darlin," he whispered. "Say it. Say that you want me. I know you do."

The urge to say no caught in your throat like some invisible force was holding you back. You tried to scream it out, yelling that the relationship was over. But when his hands cupped your face, any thoughts that were logical or sane flew out the window. And there you were under his spell, like some lovesick puppy.

He was falling apart in front of you, too. How quickly he succumbed to your attempts to make him mad. How much you made him miss your smart mouth—especially when you were on your knees and your mouth wrapped around his cock. A seductress. A temptress in the form of the woman he loved. A love that was broken. Disgusting. Toxic. But real.

"Fuck you."

Those two words fell from your mouth, and that's all it took. His lips smashed against yours before turning you around and leading you to his truck. There was no room for hesitation. No room for breathing. It was all fiery passion that finally burned too bright. His need matched yours as he grinded against your ass—his cock straining hard against his jeans.

"Goddamn, look what you do to me. I can't ever get enough of you."

His hand wrapped around your throat—not choking you, not yet— but reminding you who has your leash. His grip tightened when you moaned, and all he could think was how beautiful you looked, tears running down your face every time he slammed his cock inside you.

"You drive me fucking insane, cariño. Even then, I'd still worship you."

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, his breath ragged against your neck. You gasped, body arching instinctively against him.

"Oh baby, you do want to be fucked and let everyone see the little slut that you are. You want them to see how wet I make you."

Your words were a jumbled mess. incoherent. You tried to manage out a no, but it sounded like a yes.

His free hand gripped your hip, bruising and marking you like a brand. He ripped off your shorts, pulling them down your legs so hard that it made a mark. Then he slammed into you. Unforgiving. Unrelenting. He didn't move at first—letting you lie there and take him in fully. Tommy stretched you, his size filling you up. It burned—the way he made you feel full. But the worst part—the best part—was how your pussy clenched around him like it didn't want to let go.

"That's it," He rasped, voice rough like gravel. "Taking it so well for me. Taking it like a good girl."

Tommy started to move, and god—it felt like heaven. His hips slamming into you, one hand gripping your hair and the other on your hips—all of it overstimulating. The slamming of hips against your ass created a delicious echo, making your knees weak like jelly.

He moved like he owned you. And he did. Every thrust forced a ragged moan from your throat, every smack of his hips was like a symphony of sin. The burn between your thighs, the ache in your pussy—could only be quenched by him. Your legs buckled again, but Tommy didn't let you fall.

"Look at you," he murmured, panting harder with each thrust. "Already fucked out and moaning like you can't take more. But you will."

You couldn't take much more. You weren't sure if you were sobbing or moaning anymore. Your voice was wrecked, your throat raw. He didn't slow down. He didn't soften. He never did. This wasn't about love. Not anymore.

It was about need.

It was about punishment.

It was about the way your body betrayed you every time he touched you. Every time he raised his fists and whispered sorry after, you still wanted him. It was a heartbreaking routine that you didn't want to leave. Your cunt clenched around him like you would rather die than let him go.

"Mine," he said. "Say you'll always be mine."

You couldn't. Not with words. But the way your hips pushed back into him, the way your fingers gripped the cold metal of the truck—he knew it.

And when your body started to shake, your knees buckling, and your words coming out in a strangled gasp.

Tommy just grinned.

A cruel, beautiful, broken grin.

And he whispered...

"God help anyone who tries to tear you away from me."

[sabine-smitten-obviously]

Good Omens Fanfic Recs July part #1 2025 💗🌈🩶

Multichapters

107] Courage (A reverse trope story) (E) by @spectrallydistracted

Human Au. Aziraphale is known to be nice and friendly to everyone. Well, everyone but Crowley. For some unknown reasons he seems to hate Crowley wholeheartedly. So when they both find themselves invited to Maggie's beach house for a week, this seems to be a bad omen. And it gets worse, as they have to share the only guestroom. 🤦🏼

Enemies to lovers at it's best! 😄

108] Heaven has a four week trial (E) by @siobhans-world

Well, where to put this? Because Crowley is human, and he has just died. The fic starts of with Crowley meeting Death, who brings him to the East Gate of Heaven.

The banter between Death and Crowley had me outright laughing from the start:

"Oh right yeah. You might want to put those glasses on, pretty boy. You're about to see white"

"Sounds like a pickup line..." 😂

And of course our beloved angel is on duty, checking in the arriving humans. Love at first sight? Possibly for Aziraphale, definitely for Crowley. But how to proceed? Angels and humans ... is that even allowed? Possible? And things start to get weird, because Heaven really seems invested in Crowley becoming an angel. Plus Gabriel is acting stranger with every visit to earth and finally disappearing completely. 🤔

A nice and different angle to our beloved idiots! 🩷

109] Forget me not (T) by @kuri_risu

Human Au with otherworldly influences. Crowley wakes up to a room he doesn't know, a body that isn't his and a life completely different from his. But it keeps happening - a swap of body and life's, every time for a single day only. So he starts to write letters to this Aziraphale, who obviously lives Crowley's life on these days. But how and why does this keep happening? Things get even stranger, when Crowley finally tries to meet Aziraphale. 💗

This is a touching and carefully curated story with a very unusual plot. Beautiful to read, funny at times and very touching at others. Be prepared to shed some tears!

110] Da Vinci Crowley (E) by @the_mogster

When Aziraphale sees Crowley in his shop, he is elated. That is - until Crowley turns around and Aziraphale realises, it's not him, but some look-alike. Soon afterwards, Aziraphale gets stalked by even more people clearly copying Crowley! Before our real demon can do anything about it, they kidnap Aziraphale. But why? 😎

As the author says "I prefer smut with strong plots." Well, then there's nothing else to say!

111] The Loneli(Ness) of a wild Loch (T) by @kedreeva

Monster Au. Crowley has a pub at the Loch Ness. He is used to scientists coming in search of Nessie. But when Aziraphale enters the pub, the long and peaceful existence he has carved out for himself is in serious danger. 🦕

Sweet story that's proof that they will find each other no matter what. 💗

Oneshots

112] Game Night (T) by @amtm1017

Crowley is dragged to the first trivia night of Whickber Street by his husband angel. Though being there kind of against his will, his enthusiasm is quite boosted, when a fellow participant tells him that Aziraphale probably is too slow to win ... Things escalate. 😅

113] I´ll be your man if you got love to get done (T) by @BrinneyFriday

When Anathema sets Crowley up for a blind date with an "old fashioned" man, he concludes that the shagging won´t start before the third date. While he enters the cafe a bit annoyed, his feelings soon start to go into a whole new direction, after he meets Ezra Fell. 🩷 A blind-date Human AU, first part of a series of 4, can be read stand-alone! There also is a nice podfic of this one!

Hope you enjoy the list, pls share the love with kudos, comments and shares! 🤗

Follow along for short summaries and recs on the books i read🩷 The numbers are for funsies - i want to count my reads throughout 2025.

I only read finished stories and one-shots. You will find no WIPs in here. Also you will only find happy or at least hopeful endings here - i couldn´t handle anything else.

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Click here for the list of all my recs so far!

Fanfiction is my happyplace 💕

[floridecuts]

Hey guys, I'm back with my other promised AU comic. I was amazed and super happy how well the last one was received by all of you, thank you so much for all the nice words and support!! <3 <3 ^-^ This one is probably not as interesting/exciting compared to the other, but I still hope you'll like it. Let me know either way! : ) (Also, prepare for another long rambling in the comment below xD)

This was another of those random ideas. "What if Yashiki was blind?" popped up in my head one time. Honestly, I just thought it would make for a lot of cute found family moments when all of the Mark Bearers are (even more) protective/looking out for Yashiki because of that vulnerability. (I really love it when characters act protective about people that matter to them.) ^-^ And I've wanted to draw more cute family moments with Yashiki and the Mark Bearers anyway, so this was a good way to combine both.

As for the background story, I imagine almost all of the events from the canon story would have happened similarly in this AU, just a little bit different, adjusting to Yashiki's disability. The major change would be that Saya is still alive here. At first I was a bit unsure about this, because spirit hunting might be challenging for a blind person, how would Yashiki be able to deal with the spirits and make it out alive? But with Saya still there, they could work together as a team! Blind people's remaining senses usually get stronger to make up for the loss of sight, so - while Saya might be the one with stronger spiritual powers and better suited to deal with the spirits (especially in dangerous situations), Yashiki would be far better in sensing the presence and feelings/emotions of the spirits or objects connected to them. Also, (in my opinion) Yashiki has that valuable ability to "see into people's hearts" and empathize with their feelings, which helps him know what to do/make the right choices intuitively. The only "problem" I still have is the question how to "justify" that he's still called Yashiki and not Kujou Masamune here. I haven't given it much thought how the events with the mark and Mary would have changed with Saya still alive, but I like the idea that none of them lose their memories, so they would be able to work together as a team more effectively. An attempt of an explanation for the name change was that Yashiki could have been seen as an "disappointment for the Kujou family" by his father when he turned blind at a young age and was sent away to a residential school far away. Maybe he had to take on another name because no one should know he was the Kujou family's heir? He and Saya would have kept in touch by writing letters and when their father died Saya brought her brother back, but he already got used to his other name so he just kept it (and Saya only calls him Onii-san/brother anyway). Don't know if that would make much sense/be a good idea for a background story, I'm no writer unfortunately... ^^'

So, about this comic. I wanted to draw something cute and who would be better suited for this than the youngest Mark Bearers? ^-^ Yashiki treats Suzu and Tsukasa to some ice cream at his favorite ice cream parlor on a nice summer day, Eita joins them of course (he also drives them there). The kids are super happy and they all have a nice day. I purposefully drew the comic in a way that it's not immediately clear that Yashiki is blind, but can be pieced together by more "hints" added each page. Hands up, please - who called it before the fourth page and when did you realize it? Was it super obvious or did I manage to surprise you? :) I imagined Yashiki would keep his eyes closed most of the time to not "scare" other people off, especially the kids. And he'd only be wearing sunglasses when going outside. Also, random thought inbetween: While working on this comic, I wondered "How do blind people pay (with cash) if they can't see the bill's worth they have in their hands?" That's why Yashiki asked Eita to pay in this comic (problem solved. xD). But, for real, does anybody know the answer? ^^' The last three pages are bonus content (because I couldn't not draw Mashita and Yashiki together here). I reworked the last page to give Saya a short appearance as well, to show that she's still alive. She just comes back home (maybe from a simple spirit pacification or a shopping trip) and catches the boys in that fluffy moment. Btw, another random thought: I know it's not showing here, but I like the idea that Saya lets Muu (the black rabbit) stay at her brother's side most of the time, with some exceptions. She knows very well that her brother is not helpless and can take care of himself but it gives her reassurance knowing that her brother is not alone and has at least some protection with Muu by his side. Given the family's reputation of early deaths caused by spirits (and I'm guessing both siblings are magnets for spirits with their spiritual abilities) I could imagine Saya acting like this. Alright, I'm done rambling now. xD

Thank you very much for taking a look! Let me know what you think of this! I don't know yet what I'm gonna post for next week but it will probably be something small again. I have an idea for another comic floating in my head that would combine both AU ideas, but I don't think I could finish it within a week if I decide to work on that. Anyway, I hope you'll have a nice week! :)

[ccalhoun]

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freddy yeti x gn!reader

plot synopsis: reader has an eating disorder, freddy notices and decides enough is enough waiting for you to eat

warnings: angst + fluff, gn reader, written with male reader in mind but everyone deserves some freddy comfort, detailed talk of eating disorders, lowercase intended, written within one sitting and no beta reader... enjoy..!

note: trying to get back into writing because i feel guilty not posting... sorry my poor fanfic malnourished children i'm trying + rather short because i'm out of practice

sensitive subject matter beneath the cut

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you took a deep breath as you stood up, knowing you couldn't avoid eating forever. it had only been a day or two.. maybe three? since you last ate, you had some... veggies? fruit? chips? you hardly remembered eating, mentally checking out every time you had to.

your body was heavy, you were winded at every corner, you needed a real full meal. you grabbed your dateviators and dorian kindly opened your door for you, knowing all too well of your eating habits. you grabbed onto the stairs railing while you walked, your legs unsteady.

the walk to the kitchen felt eternal. you were nearly out of breath. you swiftly took a seat at the table, your heart beating out of your chest from using energy you don't have. you smiled at freddy as he greeted you, staying seated and refraining from speaking.

"hey, cool kid!" freddy greeted happily, instantly noticing the state of your health. he tried to not bring it up, not wanting to make you uncomfortable or upset with him. every time you walked past him, avoiding his gaze, he called you over to 'talk', bringing up some food that was about to expire, so you better eat it now before it goes bad. he doesn't say anything when he sees cam eating the same thing he gave you. freddy just notes it and remembers so next time he can give you more to eat.

"you look like you need some protein, why don't you order some chicken breast and ill make some chicken alfredo? sounds good, huh?" freddy's tone friendly as ever, not talking down or talking to you like you're a clueless child, just sounding like a friend with a good dinner idea. as much as you wanted to say no and insist it was fine, you were nodding before you could realize it.

freddy smiled, walking over and rubbing your back. freddy hadn't made it known to you, and he's glad he hadn't, yeti's had stronger senses than most other mammals. big man, big organs. he could hear your heartbeat when you were at the bottom of the stairs, he could smell how exhausted and overexerted your body was. you couldn't really hide anything from him. freddy cleaned some dishes while you put together a quickcart order, he insisted you stayed sitting down and who were you to argue?

you waited on the couch with koa and freddy, letting telly pick something to put on, and before you knew it there was a knock at your door and a notification from your phone. you got up and grabbed the two bags, dorian closing behind you and freddy taking the bags from your hands.

"why don't you go chillax with koa, cool kid? i've got the cooking!" freddy gently insisted, knowing if you were in the kitchen you'd be worrying about how much oil he's putting in, or how much butter he uses, or the calories in the pasta sauce... he loved you, but it was worrying and hard to deal with without being blunt about how in your own head you are.

he walked you back to koa, giving koa a look that could only mean 'i'll maul you if they leave this couch cushion again' before going in the kitchen. his shoulders dropped once he was out of your sight. he got to cooking, with help from river and stefan, trying to avoid thinking about how dire this really is. because, it's okay now. freddy wasn't going to give up and let this happen anymore. if he has to cook you five hundred meals he will, as long as you're eating them.

before he knew it, he was finished, a delicious hot meal ready to be eaten, he plated some up and brought it out to you, "here you go, buddy, eat up!"

it smelt delicious. your stomach had been growling from the small hints of smells that would float into the living room, you took it and thanked freddy, though he just sat down on the couch next to you, not exactly watching you, but definitely there to make sure you actually eat it.

freddy wouldn't admit this but he was almost surprised when you actually started eating, taking small bites with pauses between them, but it was progress, and he was so proud. koa was proud. and though there were no words spoken while you ate, you could feel the tenseness in the room melt away as everyone eased up on their worries about you.

"taste good, cool kid?" he asked after a while, finally looking at you and noticing you ate half of your plate. half. half! his heart was leaping with joy. he could help you. maybe this will show you it's okay to need help, and if not now then maybe after the 10th meal he makes. maybe the 30th. maybe the 100th. he decided in that moment he was seriously going to commit to helping you, no matter what it took.

"yeah, thank you freddy," you spoke quietly, but he could hear more energy behind your voice, some life behind it for once. you were gonna be okay, and he would do anything to help you get there.

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[missryomenn]

FEAST .ᐟ ryomen sukuna ( 3 )

final

lyfjaberg 'tis called, and long it has a solace been

to the bowed-down and sorrowful, each woman becomes healthy

although a year's disease she has, if she can but ascend it.

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

Somewhere far above, where the snow always melted, Uraume kneeled before Sukuna. Dark offerings smoldered around the edges of the stone floor, their smoke curling up like dying prayers. Sukuna sat upon his throne, bones twisted into a jagged seat, pulsing with cursed energy. His fingers drummed impatiently against the skulls lining the armrests.

“Well?”

Uraume didn’t raise their head. “She survived.”

Sukuna’s lip curled. “What?”

“Yes, my lord. She fell. But… she lived.”

A silence followed. Sukuna rose slowly. Like a god uncoiling from slumber. “You watched her fall… and breathe again?” His laughter came next, harsh and sudden, echoing off the stone walls like war drums. “How many times have I tried to kill that little wretch? Hah! And still she crawls.”

Uraume’s head bowed lower. “She is heading south. Toward a village.”

Sukuna turned, eyes glowing like dying suns. “Village." he spat, as if the word tasted foul. “You mean shelter."

Uraume dared to look up now. “She's just seeking refuge.”

“Refuge?” Sukuna sneered. “Let me tell you what that means, Uraume. It means she's still dreaming. Of life. Of safety. Of escaping me.” He pointed a clawed finger toward the floor, where a map had been etched in dried blood. His finger circled the south. “That village… I want it ash.”

Uraume blinked. “You… will destroy it yourself?”

Sukuna grinned, showing too many teeth. “She wants to outrun death? Then let death run faster.”

He stretched his arms out wide. The air grew heavy, vibrating with cursed energy so thick it shook the bones of the world. Black and red lightning split the sky outside and the snow began to fall sideways.

“Let the villagers scream. Let them beg and burn. And when they look to that pitiful survivor and ask ‘why,’ I want my name to be the answer carved into their last breath.”

Uraume stood slowly, chest rising and falling.

“And you watched her live. Watched her defy me. What exactly stopped you, Uraume?”

There was no answer. Just a quiet inhale. Then:

“She wouldn’t die." they whispered. “And… I think I didn’t want her to.”

Sukuna was silent for a long moment. The rage boiled inside him, but for now, it simmered. He stepped down from his throne, shadows trailing him like leashes.

“No matter." he said darkly. “Because she's running toward a grave I’ll build for her myself.”

He snapped his fingers. The map erupted in flame where the village had been marked.

“Come." he ordered Uraume. “We’ve got a village to bury.”

Inside the hollow of his skull, death had never been a stranger. It had lived there with him.

Sukuna stood at the edge of the temple’s outer platform, staring into the black, churning clouds below. The storm he’d summoned raged on, but inside him...

Why won’t she die? He’d torn apart empires. He’d slit open monks with whispers and erased whole bloodlines with nothing more than a glance. Villages? Ashes. Kings? Heads on pikes. Lovers, traitors... they all died when he asked them to. But this one. This flesh-made-defiance... Why?

The wind howled around him, but he didn’t feel cold. Cold was a human thing. He had shed that skin centuries ago. He had become death.

“Life... That rotting little miracle.”

He hated it. He envied it. Because no matter how many he killed… he’d never had it. Not like her. He could end her with a whisper but he couldn’t be her. She bled. She cried. She fought, not for power but for meaning. And meaning… was something Sukuna had long since burned out of his bones.

People feared death because it was the only thing that proved life had happened. But Sukuna,he was the proof of death itself. The end walking. The rot that smiled. And still… Still she chose life over him. She chose pain. Hunger. Loneliness.

Sukuna tilted his head back. The sky crackled. The snow didn’t touch him.

“Is that it?” He whispered to the wind. “Is that the game? That you can’t kill someone who still wants to live?”

Then he’d show her something worse. Despair.

He would make her will to live betray her. He would destroy the village, bury its people, smear hope into the snow and when she crawled from the rubble begging to die… then he would ask her why she ever resisted. And when her voice trembled, when her eyes refused to close… he’d finally understand. Or maybe he wouldn’t. But he’d keep trying. Because no matter how close he got to killing life, it kept looking back at him like it knew something he didn’t. And that haunted him more than any god ever could.

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You didn’t know when you had passed out. The sky was cloaked in darkness again. Snow had piled over your body, turning your skin a deep, bruised purple and you could barely move. Pain and exhaustion had taken hold of your limbs like chains. When you finally managed to lift your arm and shake off the snow, you saw it. A wolf, standing just a few meters away. Its eyes gleamed in the dark and blood stained the snow beneath it. It had just fed, tearing into its prey with slow, savage delight. Now, sensing your movement, it lifted its head and stared straight at you.

You forgot how to breathe.

Its eyes locked onto yours. It didn’t look at you like prey but like a rival… or maybe a mate. It took one step toward you. In the frozen night, even that one step cracked something beneath the world.

You should’ve been terrified. You were broken, half-frozen, barely clinging to the edge of consciousness. But something in its eyes stopped the fear from blooming. There was no threat there. Its black eyes gleamed in the dark, reflecting the shattered pieces of you.

When it exhaled, you exhaled. When it lowered its head, you lowered yours. And something passed between you. You were both creatures the world wanted dead. And yet, you were both still breathing.

The wolf howled. It echoed off the trees, tore through the silence like it was mourning the whole world. When the sound faded, your fingers twitched again. Then you did something you weren’t sure you understood. You reached out your hand. It was trembling. Purple with cold. The wolf turned its head slowly, as if it had been waiting for you to do that. And it came closer. When it reached you, it didn’t bite. It sniffed your fingers. Then it lowered its head… and licked your palm.

It licked where your skin had split open, where branches had torn through you like knives. It lingered at each wound.

You could feel the heat of it seeping into you, deeper than the cold had reached. Your breath hitched as it moved closer, nudging its snout against your ribs where the bruises throbbed. It was cleaning you. Tending to you. A beast but not a mindless one. There was purpose in every motion.

The wolf growled low. And you whispered back, voice ragged from frost and fear. "Thank you.”

This was what Sukuna refused to see. There was a bond between nature and humans and that bond wasn’t just about being buried beneath the earth when we died.

Nature protected humans. Trees purified the air so we could breathe. Animals offered their meat, sustaining the survival of the species. Chickens laid eggs, returning to humans as protein.

And in return, humans gave thanks. Planting new seeds, harvesting crops, drawing from rivers and rain. There had always been a cycle, a rhythm between them. Without humans, nature would be wild and uncontrollable. Without nature, there would be no humans and no life at all.

The existence of curses didn’t erase this truth.

You had become a part of nature. And nature, recognizing that, had accepted you as you were and offered you its service.

In that moment, the wolf truly understood you. And you, it. Both of you were creatures locked in a struggle to survive. And nature was your shared sanctuary.

Sukuna had abandoned you in the forest to die. But he had failed to realize... You were the forest.

The wolf pressed its forehead gently to yours. Its breath fogged the cold air between you. ts body, strong and lethal, curled slightly toward you. You had bled into this land. Starved on its snow. Marked its trees with your scars and breath and name. Lyfjaberg. The wolf knew. Its tongue, rough and careful, licked the frozen blood from your arms. It cleaned your wounds like a mother to a pup.

You leaned forward, resting your palm on its thick fur. And the earth didn’t feel cold anymore. You weren’t lost. You weren’t weak. You were a child of the soil. And the soil had answered.

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Smoke rose like serpents into the heavens. Houses cracked open like dry bones. Screams were already ashes by the time Sukuna stepped between the ruins. The village had been nothing. A speck of dirt on the map. But she had looked at it like it was hope. So he had turned it into a warning.

His feet crushed a fallen doll as he walked. A tall sorcerer stood between a burning granary and a melting shrine.

“Found one.”

Finally, he could fight.

“Sukuna!" He said. “Your crimes—”

“Crimes? Don’t bore me already.”

The sorcerer’s fingers curled into a sign. Yes. Yes, finally. Someone who’d at least try to make it fun.

In a blink, he was there. Rushing the sorcerer with two hands outstretched, two more forming his own seal. Cursed energy boomed around them.

“You picked a nice day to die.” Sukuna spat, dodging a barrier slash with a tilt of his head.

But the sorcerer wasn’t weak. Not like the villagers. Their energy shimmered like steel drawn fresh from flame.

One hit landed and Sukuna’s lip bled. His eyes lit up.

“Yes. You’ll be the one I carve open... slowly.”

And the village, what remained of it, watched a god of death dance.

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After hours of walking, when you finally reached the village, there was nothing left of it. Only ashes and burning trees, houses, dreams… You couldn’t even begin to describe the shock you felt. Images of your own village burning came to your mind. You stepped forward, slowly, as if the ground beneath your feet could still be sacred. But there were no voices. Only the sound of fire crackling, eating what little remained. The scent of burnt wood mixed with flesh clawed its way into your lungs. You coughed, almost vomited.

A charred doll lay half-buried. A memory tugged at your chest. Your sister’s laugh, her tiny hands clutching something similar.

This was Sukuna’s doing. He had destroyed even your last crumb of hope. One by one, he had slaughtered the people who could’ve healed you. You fell to your knees and cried. Silently, as if you weren’t really there… So many lives were lost again. All of them turned to ash before they could live the way they deserved.

You heard footsteps in the distance. And you didn’t need to look to know who it was. Sukuna had waited for you. He approached, laughing loudly when he saw you collapsed on the ground, crying. He was thoroughly enjoying this. It pleased him. Seeing you broken like this, feeding on your pain like a predator savoring its wounded prey.

“You should’ve seen your face." He sneered, towering above you, firelight dancing in his cruel eyes. “So fucking hopeful. Like that shitty little village was gonna save you.” He crouched beside you, his claws brushing against the ash-covered earth. “Did you think someone here would help you? Heal you? Hide you?”

The wind howled between the burnt homes, carrying the scent of blood and smoke. Sukuna’s hand reached forward. Fingertips rough, almost tender as they brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear. “I waited. I wanted to see your expression when you found nothing left.”

You lifted your chin and looked at him. It was hard to believe a person could be this cruel. No, he wasn’t a person… maybe…

MAYBE?

The pieces were falling into place. You remembered your conversation with Sukuna by the lake. He had actually given you more than one hint—why hadn’t you seen it sooner?

You smiled. For the first time, a smile formed on your face, covered in bloodstains and dirt. It was the first time Sukuna had seen that expression on you. Your shoulders were slumped, but your chin was held high. Your lips trembled as you smiled. But even amidst all the destruction, you smiled as if victory was yours.

"You're human."

Sukuna’s laughter halted for a moment. His eyes narrowed, the smile on his face froze. “What did you just say?”

But you didn’t stop. You stood up, staggering, your knees still trembling. “You’re human." You said again. “You take pleasure in pain, you’re addicted to fear, you want to be seen. You’re human.”

Sukuna’s eyes glinted. “Shut your mouth!” He roared. “I’m a king! I am a god! You must have forgotten who you’re talking to!”

But nothing inside you broke. If anything, something was finally coming back together.

“You’re human.” You said again, softer this time. “And that’s why you want me so badly. Because I’m more human than you’ll ever be.”

The world felt different now for both of you. As if time had stopped and you were both reborn. All four of Sukuna’s arms slowly withdrew into his body. He looked at you… truly looked at you, as if seeing you for the first time. And in the reflection shining in his eyes, he saw himself. Four arms. Four eyes. A shape no longer human.

“Look at me." he said, even though he already knew he had lost. “How could I ever be human?”

Everyone had called him a monster. For so long that even Sukuna had started to forget he was once a man. But that wasn’t the truth.

He had been born from a woman’s womb. He had once been someone’s child. Even if he had never been wanted.

“You’re curious, right? Searching for meaning. Can’t sleep ’cause your mind’s racing.” With tears dried in your eyes, you took a step toward him. You weren’t afraid anymore. Close didn’t bring fear now. Because in front of you was someone not so different from yourself Just… different in appearance and that difference bred fear.

“You want to discover. Yourself, the world around you... me.”

“Explain yourself.”

You took another step. “There’s a void inside you and you want to fill it. You… are bored.”

“People worship me.”

“That’s not what you need.”

“People fear me.”

“Because you give them a reason to be afraid. People scare easy. Even from a tiny spider.”

“I am the king of curses.”

“Because you’ve become like them. Trying to be nothing but evil to speak their language.”

“I ate my brother while still in my mother’s womb.”

You swallowed hard. Your eyes widened in fear, and Sukuna, noticing this, smiled as if about to revert to his old self. His hands slipped away.

“The strong survive, the weak get crushed. I ate my brother and won the fight for life. I am strong.” he said, raising both arms. He gestured around proudly at the village he had burned. “I am strong!”

But you smiled again. “Yeah, you’re strong.” you said, looking right into his eyes. “But you’re empty.”

"What?" Sukuna’s voice cracked, a flicker of doubt piercing through his usual arrogance. His fiery eyes softened just for a moment, but the mask of power quickly slammed back down.

“You think strength alone fills the void inside?” You pressed, stepping closer. “It doesn’t. You burn villages, kill families and what’s left? Ashes and silence.”

“Silence is power. Fear is control. That’s all I need.”

You shook your head, a wicked smile curling on your lips. “No, you need something real. Something you’ve never tasted. That’s why you’re empty, Sukuna. Because you’ve lost what makes us human.”

What he feared was coming true. Sukuna understood you. Even though he didn’t want to, he understood you, just like he understood himself. “What have I lost?” He asked, afraid of the answer.

"Connection."

You couldn’t look at him. Your vision darkened, your breath tightened. Your body was slowly giving up. You no longer wanted to fight. Because you had understood.

But Sukuna was lost. That was true, he had never formed any bonds. Neither with himself nor with those blindly serving him. Even Uraume was just a tool to satisfy his hunger. He didn’t care about the people he killed. All he wanted was his own pleasure. War. He enjoyed the fight. But no strong sorcerers were really opposing him. They all died by Sukuna’s hands. Even when thousands of sorcerers gathered to attack him, although Sukuna enjoyed it, in the end, the effect passed. He had brought death to everyone except himself. He had become immortal. The truth of being human was completely erased.

Sukuna was scared of death. This truth shook his body centuries later.

"You saw an ordinary village girl like me as a threat because I never feared death. But I fought hard not to die. You couldn’t accept that truth."

He’s used to breaking others, but you break him. You make him question everything he thought he knew. His power, his immortality, his existence.

You didn’t even realize blood was flowing from your mouth. After a long silence, your body collapsed onto the ashes within seconds. When you fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, Sukuna just watched. Because he didn’t know what to do anymore.

That moment shattered something inside him. The invincible, cruel king was suddenly lost, empty. His burning eyes, which had ruled over death and destruction for centuries, now flickered with confusion. He realized that no amount of power could fill the void he carried. He stood frozen, watching your broken form, feeling the cold weight of his own mortality creeping back like a ghost he’d long denied. The fight, the chaos... It all suddenly felt meaningless.

You hadn't died; Sukuna could feel the energy radiating from you. You were weak. You would take your last breath within minutes if no measures were taken… Wasn't that what Sukuna wanted? For you to lose. But now he didn't even know if your time was up. Forty eight hours felt like forty eight years. And as Sukuna looked at your body, he stepped back in fear. You were death itself. Not him. Sukuna could only fear you now.

“Uraume.” He called to his loyal servant. Uraume, who was waiting, appeared behind him instantly.

“Yes, my lord?”

“The girl is coming with us.”

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You slept for an entire week. While the doctors Sukuna had specially summoned tried to heal you, you remained unaware of any of it. You had fallen into a sleep that felt like it would last forever, drifting somewhere between life and death. Some nights, your heart nearly stopped and the doctors stayed by your side until morning. Sukuna visited you rarely, and even then, never stayed in the room for more than five minutes. No one aside from the doctors and Uraume was allowed to enter your room. This stirred curiosity among the others, but no one was brave enough to ask.

Each time Sukuna stepped inside, he did so slowly, like your presence demanded caution he didn’t quite understand. He’d stand by your bed, arms crossed, watching your chest rise and fall. There was something unsettling in that for him. He couldn’t bring himself to touch you. Not out of gentleness—no, Sukuna didn’t know the language of tenderness—but because you had come too close. Too close to dying, too close to defying him, too close to something he couldn't destroy.

Uraume noticed it too. The way his fingers twitched when your name was spoken. The way he avoided your gaze even while you slept.

“You should kill her." Uraume said once, quiet but firm. “She’s dangerous.”

Sukuna didn’t even look at them. “I already tried.”

No one knew who you were. No one knew why Sukuna had spared you. But everyone knew you were still breathing, and that was reason enough to fear you. And somewhere, in the hollow between dreams and breath, you heard him. Felt his footsteps when he came. Felt the stillness in him that only you stirred. There was a night where your fingers twitched for the first time. Just once. But Sukuna saw it. He had been standing in the shadows, arms folded, as usual. The room was dim, lit only by a single oil lamp. Your breath had begun to steady over the past few days, and your skin, once drained of all color, had taken on a fragile warmth. That twitch… it sent a shiver through him.

He stepped forward.

"You’re still fighting." he said quietly, eyes scanning your face like he was searching for the answer to a question that had haunted him. “Even now.”

Uraume, standing by the door, watched in silence. They didn’t speak anymore when Sukuna visited. They’d realized something. Sukuna wasn’t looking at you like an enemy anymore. He was looking at you like a riddle he couldn’t solve.

And he finally understood why he hadn’t been able to kill you. You were everything he had forgotten to be.

He sat beside your bed, a king brought low by something he could not dominate. He thought of silence. Of peace. Of what it meant to lose without losing himself.

A beast stared into a mirror, realized it once had a soul.

He reached out to you in fear. The hand of the King of Curses was trembling. He wanted to hold your hand, but then his four arms flashed before his eyes and his fear deepened.

He didn’t look human. He didn’t act human. But he was human.

The ugliest example of his kind, maybe. And while he looked at you with terror in his eyes, you had already opened yours.

You were watching him. This time, Sukuna didn’t know what to feel.

You were finally awake. You had won the war against death.

But… why were you looking at him like that? There was something in your gaze that made Sukuna want to hide. Your gaze pierced through every wall he’d built, every identity he’d claimed.

"Pity me and I’ll rip your heart out."

But he didn’t move. Didn’t pull back his hand. Because the truth was... He wanted you to pity him. He wanted someone to see him. Not the myth. Just… what was left.

"What happened to me?" you asked, completely ignoring him. Sukuna refused to explain. He wanted to get up and leave, why would he still care about someone like you? But he couldn’t. He wanted to sit with you and... talk.

“Your internal organs were failing. But the healers saved you.”

“What healers?”

Sukuna ignored your question. When you tried to sit up, you saw the bandages wrapped around your body—from your chest down to your legs... So this was the price of survival.

Sukuna silently stepped back, avoiding your gaze. The weight of the moment had subdued his usual arrogance. Still, he watched you from the corner of his eye.

“How many days has it been?”

“Seven.” Uraume replied from the corner of the room. “You haven’t even opened your eyes for a week.”

Sukuna remained silent. Maybe he had a lot to say, but couldn’t put any of it into words. When he looked at you, he saw not just the brave woman who had defied death...

“Now what?” you said, staring at Sukuna defiantly. “If you really wanted that feast so badly, you’d have already pierced my ribs.”

Sukuna didn’t answer right away. That wicked grin of his didn’t come. Instead, he looked at you like a man facing a mirror he’d spent centuries avoiding. “You think I haven’t? You think I didn’t come into that room every night imagining it? Ripping you open. Watching you bleed out. Ending whatever the fuck this... hold you have on me is.”

His voice cracked as if the weight of those words bruised even him. Sukuna, the butcher, the king of curses… confessing not to desire, but conflict.

“I’ve slaughtered saints and sorcerers alike. None of them haunted me like you do.” His hand lifted, hovered near your face but didn’t touch. “I could kill you now." he whispered. “Right here. I should.”

"Then I guess I’ll have to escape this room too." You said, glancing around. "The more you want to kill me, the harder I’ll fight back."

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Days passed. Without a word of explanation, Sukuna and his servants brought you meals every day and had clothes tailored just for you. It was as if they were trying to make you part of this place. There were no answers, no solutions. You were too weak to escape, and he was using that—doing whatever he pleased with you. And now, you were sitting with him in a dark room, eating dinner together. Sukuna had never stayed indoors this long. He would always be out, killing or hunting. But since you came into his home, he hadn’t stepped outside once.

The only light in the room came from the flickering lantern above the table, casting soft, golden shadows across Sukuna’s face. His claws clinked against the edge of the porcelain bowl as he ate, but his eyes… his eyes never left you for long. You stabbed a piece of food with your fork. It didn’t taste like anything. Nothing had, since the village.

“You’re staring."

"Yeah? And you’re just noticing?"

You shook your head. “You don’t get to look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you actually feel something.”

He stood. Slowly. Walked toward you with a sort of deliberate ease, the kind that made your breath catch without permission. He didn’t stop until he was beside you. Then crouched down, level with your face. His hand hovered near your jaw but didn’t touch.

“I don’t get to, huh?” And then his fingers grazed your chin, barely a touch—just enough to make your heart stutter in your chest. He tilted your face up to his, the way someone might handle something delicate. “You still smell like snow."

“And you still act like you want to devour me."

His smile was cruel this time, but there was something softer underneath it. “I do.”

And then he kissed you.

No... The second his lips touched yours,no matter how soft, how haunting, how much it made your body scream with confused heat, something inside you snapped. Your hands were on his chest before he even realized. Shoving him back.

"You don’t get to touch me like that. Not after what you did. You killed them. My family. My people. You stood over their ashes like it was a game. And now you want to play this with me?”

Sukuna was surprised. “Don’t humans kiss each other?” he asked with a genuine look of confusion on his face. Then he sat down beside you in the empty space. He pulled one knee up toward himself and looked like he was trying to solve a problem in his head. It was as if he had already forgotten he’d killed your family. “Isn’t that how you earn someone’s forgiveness? By showing them love?”

You turned away from him. "Love isn’t a currency. You can’t just buy back a life you destroyed with a soft word or a kiss."

That reaction, your defiance… it didn’t push him away. It intrigued him more. He tilted his head, studying you like he’d never seen you before.

"You still look at me like I’m a monster."

“I should kill you in your sleep.”

That made him smirk again—there it was, that infuriating smirk that made you want to slap him and kiss him in the same breath.

"Then why haven’t you?"

"Because I want you to live with what you did."

"And if I want to make it right?"

"You can’t."

He stood up slowly, the firelight casting shadows across his face, making him look like something carved from smoke and rage and grief. "But I could try."

You hated that your heart skipped at that. You hated him. Didn’t you? Yet when he knelt down in front of you, when his fingers brushed yours so softly it was almost unreal… you didn’t pull away.

Sukuna didn’t ask when he lifted you into his arms—all four of them. You kicked, shoved at his chest, tried to tear yourself free, but it was like fighting the wind.

“Let me go, you bastard!”

He carried you like you weighed nothing, one arm around your waist, another across your back, two more free just in case you tried anything sharp.

You slammed your fists against him. “Stop acting like this is normal!”

“Why not?” he mused, pushing open a heavy set of wooden doors. “You’re part of this place now. You should see it.”

You couldn’t deny it—the sight was overwhelming. The state was vast. The black stone courtyard glittered with veins of silver, fires flickered in giant braziers along the walls, and shadows of cursed spirits slithered through the distant fog. It was cruel, haunting… beautiful in a way that made your stomach twist. He let you down slowly. You didn’t give him a second to breathe, your fist flew at his jaw, and he didn’t even block it.

You hit him. He just turned his head with the force, then calmly looked back at you.

“That’s the left garden.” He continued like nothing happened, pointing at a spiked gate dripping with frozen blood. “I had it cleared last month. Full of lower-grade pests.”

You punched him again. He took it again.

“And over there is the throne room. Don’t go in there unless you want to be cursed for a week. The floor eats people.”

“Shut up.”

“Hmm? Why?”

You kicked him now. He didn’t move. "You think you can kill my family and then give me a fucking tour?” You lunged at him, teeth clenched, and he caught your wrist midair. “No more of this...”

He looked into your eyes. There wasn’t mockery there anymore. Just… a strange warmth.

“I’ll show you everything.” he said. “Even if you burn it all down while I do. Because this is all I have."

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Sukuna made this a habit. He would enter your room almost every day, take you into his arms without saying a word, and show you around. You knew he did this to build a physical connection with you. Because you had told him yourself that what he truly needed was a bond. Sukuna was working exactly for that.

So here you are, trapped in Sukuna’s arms again—four limbs holding you tight like you’re his damn prize. You’re not even fighting this time, just watching the world through that cold, dark window he’s dragged you to.

“See that?” He nods toward the horizon where scorched earth meets a blood-red sky. “That’s what power looks like. Destruction and control, all wrapped into one.”

You snort, biting your lip. “Sounds like your kind of paradise.”

He smirks, eyes locked on you more than the view.

While spending time with you, Sukuna was actually beginning to understand “beauty.” He felt calm watching you and showing you around. And that calmness was beautiful. He found it even in small moments. Like three days ago, one morning, when he saw you giving bread crumbs to the birds outside the window. Then he saw you watching those birds with tears in your eyes. Sukuna was slowly getting to know you and understand you. That was a different kind of beauty.

But this awareness sparked a new question. Was Sukuna beautiful? He slowly put you down and grabbed your shoulders firmly, turning you to face him. His eyes bore into yours.

“Tell me what you think. Am I beautiful?” His voice was a low challenge, daring you to answer, to see past the chaos and destruction and find the truth behind the monster.

You blinked, caught off guard by the question, your heart thudding in your chest. Sukuna didn’t see beauty as something physical and was expecting an honest answer from you. Looking into his eyes, you were honest. "No. If you want to be beautiful, you have to try harder."

His eyes darkened just a bit, like a storm barely held back. Sukuna wasn’t used to being told no. But you looked so fierce saying it.

“Is that a challenge? Because I don’t back down from anything… especially not from you.”

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None of all this had ever been beautiful. Sukuna wasn’t beautiful. And you had no intention of staying here any longer, no plans to entertain him. You’d been preparing yourself mentally for days. Your body had healed, and all that was left was to take the first step. You hid the meals brought by the servants inside a few clothes, tying them into bundles to prepare your supplies. And when the day to escape came… you didn’t even look back. Stupid Sukuna. Showing you around had been his biggest mistake. Because you knew where the paths led, and at what hours no one passed through the back road. You moved on your tiptoes, walking under the moonlight. The yukata with red flower patterns was Sukuna’s last gift.

Every step calculated, every breath quiet. You had managed to escape Sukuna once. This would be your third chance. Now you were sure you would succeed. Because no matter how it ended, he was only bringing you one thing: escape.

The massive building was left behind you. The snowfall had stopped, and there was a dry cold in the air. Despite the weight of the things you were carrying, as soon as you were sure you had distanced yourself enough from Sukuna, you quickened your steps. Without running. Because running meant hunting. You would move calmly. You would become one with the trees.

You slipped between the shadows of the towering pines, their skeletal branches scratching at the cold sky. Every crunch of frost underfoot was a reminder that Sukuna’s reach might still stretch far, but here, among these trees, you could hide, even if just for a moment. Above you, cutting a stark silhouette against the dull gray sky, a white raven appeared. Its wings beat slow and deliberate, casting a fleeting shadow that seemed almost like a sign. You looked up, and for a moment, its piercing eyes locked with yours.

The raven soared forward, gliding gracefully through the cold air as if beckoning you to follow. It was more than a bird. It was a symbol—purity in the midst of chaos, a beacon slicing through the darkness Sukuna had left behind. You hesitated for just a heartbeat, then without breaking your steady pace, you let your eyes track the white shape as it disappeared into the distance. And with that, you pressed onward, the weight of the past lightened just enough by that fleeting ghost in the sky.

Of course Sukuna had known days ago that you wanted to run away. You hadn’t given him a chance. The only thing on your mind was escaping him, and your flight was inevitable. It was just a matter of time... And when you ran without looking back, thinking no one saw you, Sukuna considered letting you go. Truly, he wanted you to leave and be free from him and the destruction he brought. But it wasn’t that easy. Sukuna was a selfish man. If he wanted something, he never gave it up.

History is nothing but repetition. Sukuna was chasing you again. With every step, the earth trembled, and he shattered the trees just so you'd know he was behind you. Sukuna brought destruction to nature, while you shared in the pain and fear of every fallen tree. This time, you ran. To catch up to him, to never be caught again… You could hear his laughter behind you. No matter the conditions, the king of curses enjoyed the hunt.

“I’m giving you 48 seconds this time.” he said, his voice echoing from every corner of the forest. “Run.”

You sprinted like your life depended on it.

“Run, but remember… no matter how far you go, I’m the end you can’t escape.”

You dropped everything in your hands. It was as if time had slowed down, no longer flowing. You saw your cut hair fluttering as you ran. How time passed. Even the ground beneath your feet made no sound anymore. The birds weren't singing. The wind wasn't blowing. You heard nothing—not even your own breath. You were only speaking. To death itself. Toward life… No. Toward death.

Sukuna was right. Life is like water, and on this journey, you only discover yourself. But water returns to where it belongs, meeting again with thousands of other droplets. Water’s place is the ocean, and a human’s is the grave.

Life’s just a current dragging you toward the abyss and no matter how hard you fight, that ocean swallows every last one of us.

You’re not some storm. You’re a drop—tiny, fragile—and soon you’ll dissolve into the cold, dark grave Sukuna promised. That fire is flickering out.

Sukuna was focused on hunting you, on possessing you, and you were focused on running from him. Neither of you saw or felt it. From afar, an arrow was shot from its bow. It pierced through time and air. This was what would bring you death—not Sukuna’s hands. A simple arrow made from a tree branch, its tip iron-tipped and sharpened… And when that arrow pierced your chest, tearing your heart apart, you truly became no different than a drop of water.

Your breath hitched, sharp and sudden, as the world around you blurred. The forest’s sounds faded into a hollow silence, broken only by the distant echo of Sukuna’s furious roar. But it was too late. Your body trembled, knees buckling beneath you as the cold weight of the arrow sank deeper.

You collapsed onto the earth, the blood blossoming across your chest like a dark, spreading stain. Yet even in that fading moment, your mind clung to the fragile thread of life — memories flashing, faces, the white raven soaring above, a fleeting symbol of freedom you could no longer reach.

Sukuna arrived seconds later, his four arms twisting in frustration, rage burning in his eyes. He knelt beside you, fingers trembling as they hovered over the wound, powerless for the first time.

"No...No,no,no,no..."

Your eyes were wide open until the very end. The arrow lodged in your heart stayed in place. You were dead. You died the moment the arrow broke your ribs. It felt almost impossible. As if you would stand up again and run from him, as if you would test him... As if... As if Sukuna wanted this. "It's not over." he said, touching the arrow in your heart with fear. "You still have time to escape. Get up. Run..." But it was useless. You were dead. The king of curses couldn't reach you.

His hands trembled as he pressed against the arrow lodged in your heart, but the blood flowed faster with every passing second. In his eyes, alongside fear, danced helplessness for the first time. "You… were supposed to live..."

Every leaf that fell with you, every broken branch seemed to carry your pain. Sukuna, collapsed on the ground with his four arms, begged helplessly as if trying to bring you back to life, but no magic could pull you back anymore.

“There!” shouted a few sorcerers. “Ryomen is there! Fire another arrow!”

Inside your heart, like an autumn leaf, you were slowly fading away. As Sukuna’s world grew quiet with your death, there was only one truth: No curse, no power could keep you alive anymore.

And as you slipped into eternity, Sukuna discovered the cruelest side of his curse: losing.

Sukuna didn't remember what happened afterward. There was just so much blood flowing that every corner of his body was covered in it. Only fragments of a corpse remained. The sorcerers had become nameless and faceless… What was left of them would be devoured by the wild animals of nature. And when Sukuna took your body and returned home… He truly faced death. The thing he had feared since the moment he was born. The man who ate his brother to avoid dying, the king who destroyed everyone to avoid death… He finally understood that he could never escape death.

You tried. And you failed. So his road’s end was death, too.

Only Uraume met Sukuna. When the king was this angry and sorrowful, bleeding and broken, no one but Uraume could face him. There was no one left of you. Who would they tell about your death? Where would you be buried? Sukuna had made his decision. You had given him the answer to a question he’d been searching for a long time and the courage to finally do what he’d always wanted to do.

“Prepare us a cemetery.” He said without taking his eyes off your body lying between his four arms. “I will divide my body into cursed objects. Start with my fingers. She will be buried beside me.”

Because he wanted to remember you. Even thousands of years later, even as a part of death, he wanted to remember you. And who knows? Maybe in another universe, at your most beautiful selves… You both would live. And then, you would give a different answer to Sukuna’s question. You’d say, “Yes.”

You’d tell him, “You are beautiful. And you are wanted.”

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A/N : In the shadow of death, where all power and pride crumble like ash, the truest battle is not for dominion but for meaning. Epicurus once said... “Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist.”

Sukuna, the so-called king of curses, was shackled not by enemies but by his own denial of mortality and connection.

From the well of New Platonism rises the understanding that beauty, life, and even cruelty are facets of an eternal unity—the One—that transcends destruction and creation alike. Your defiance, your fleeting life, and even your death become threads woven into that infinite tapestry. You were not merely a victim or prey, but a vital spark in the endless cycle where the finite meets the infinite, where suffering births meaning.

In the end, death does not erase you. It folds you into the eternal, where every scar, every breath, and every moment of rebellion resounds with cosmic significance. Sukuna’s fear and your courage alike dissolve into the great harmony beyond life and death. Where beauty is no longer just skin deep, but a profound becoming.

[shadowy-suitcase-herring-neck]

Well this wasn't Supposed to happen

Things don't go as expected when Wind tries to use the command melody on the weird statue he found by a pond. based off my musings here

Wind had spotted the strange statue while visiting Hateno village in Wild's era. He'd been exploring around a pond while some of the others did shopping. Spotted it the night before gin into town because of the fireflies. He'd taken the first chance to explore he got.

Of course the bugs weren't out in the daytime. Unfortunately… But the weird statue was definitely something interesting at least. It looked, sort of like the goddess statues Wild had pointed out a few times. Just with horns and a distinct air of mischief.

The Sailor had messed around with it For the better part of an hour. Poking it, brushing off some of the detritus that had compiled on top of it, Giving it a little frog hat… In his defense It was a very distinguished frog.

If Wind was being honest it was a rather well made statue under all the grime. If not a little unnerving. He liked the wings at least. Even if it was coated in dirt…

There WAS water RIGHT there…

A thought began Forming in Wind's mind. He didn't currently have his power bracelets on him. Left them in the in with the majority of his stuff. He couldn't pick up the statue without them by the looks of it.

One attempt later proved that point.

He didn't want to go all the way back right now. But he still had one more option to try.

He'd never used the command melody a whole lot. Imposing his will over another always felt a little wrong to him unless necessary, But he also knew he'd been able to control those statues in the tower of the gods…

There was no harm in attempting it right? What was the worst that could happen!

Wind pulled out the windwaker where he kept it tucked into his belt. Grinning tot he statue as he lifted his arms.

"Ready for a bath?" He asked. Familiar notes drifting on the wind.

The unexpected response echoed in his mind.

"Not particularly."

Maybe this was a mistake.

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The demon in the statue, the Horned statue, Granter of boons, bargainer, cursed. They had long since forgotten their true name. Not that it mattered much to them. As far as it was concerned It didn't need them.

name or no name they could make deals. and deals where what they loved best. If only one particular goddess hadn't TRAPPED them here, They would be able to make a lot MORE of them. Instead of just sitting here.

The fireflies got old really quickly.

At least that one hero had been interesting enough. Though all ways so SUSPICIOUS. It wasn't it's fault people had these things called "morals". Honestly so boring, what did it matter if ones soul got a little damaged while they did their work. It hadn't been destroyed!

And so what the people they used to make deals with didn't always use their newfound power to do "good" things. It wasn't THEIR fault some people where stupid and got caught.

Overall They thought getting sealed in a rock was a bit of an overreaction.

no one even bothered to clean them. That was until one new young hylian stumbled into their life. Or pond. It was the same thing really with how things had been going.

The statue could feel something was definately different about this one. Different like that other hero but also somehow other than that entirely. This one didn't feel Hylia claimed.

At least not mainly hylia claimed. There was a bit of a connection. The ties to another unknown deity or deities far outweighed it though.

The young man had grabbed their attention for sure. Even if all they did was poke around them for a half hour.

The frog hat was nice though.

What happened right after was FAR more interesting. The hylian had taken out an object of clear divine power, playing a song as the statue felt their minds connect.the hold of the old binding curse loosened. If it could smile a grin would have spit their face.

They weren't going to miss this for the world.

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It felt like losing all weight and substance. And simultaneously being punted like a coconut. That's how Wind would describe the few moments after the weir statue started talking to him.

Surprisingly this wasn't the first time a statue spoke to him. Nor did Wind believe it would be the last. It was a far more common experience than one might actually think.

But those didn't end in Wind being EVICTED FROM HIS OWN BODY!

Since that is the only explanation he could think of hovering over himself as he remained standing. Twitching ever so slightly. Then lurching forward like a puppet being controlled by an amateur puppeteer.

"Rude, how about YOU try being stuck in a stone statue for centuries and then try walking." Wind's body turned to look up at him, eyes now looking all sorts of wrong.

Wind blinked. did he just… what-

"Yes I'm speaking to you, Wow is it nice to have a mouth again. so many more deals in the making hehe…"

Okay that voice sounded so wrong coming from his own mouth.

"yea your probably right… hmmm."

Wind watched his face contort as whatevere was controlling him seemed to concentrate. It cleared it's throat, His throat? This was so weird and so wrong.

"How about this? Ugh I sound like a chipmunk. You should really work on your voice kid."

'Hey!' Wind exclaimed 'you stole MY body! don't insult me!' The words only seemed to sound in Wind's mind. Not ever really leaving his currently incoportal mouth. Did he even have a body at all? Kind of like a ghost?

"Eh, You have a mental perception of a body you could probably make visible to yourself. or me. That's about it. Not actually anything there." Not-wind replied to the mental question. Waving a wobbly hand through the space Wind occupied.

'Give me back my body.' he hissed. Or mentally hissed.

"No." Not-Wind turned back around. As if this was the most nonchalant conversation to ever be having.

'my brothers are going to figure out it's not me in there and then you'll be in for a lot more of a world of hurt than if you don't just let be back in NOW.'

Not-Wind laughed "pfft- How would they know!"

Wind just glared, very clearly pictureing the strange Monster eque orange-red-purple eyes wind's body now sported.

"Ah yea that." The intruder squeezed Wind's eyes shut and shook his head. Opening them to reveal Wind's now much more normal grey eyes. "Better?"

Wind was stunned for a moment. then 'NO THAT IS NOT BETTER! I DON"T WANT YOU TO FIT IN!!'

"Rude."

You can't just- that's MY body!

"And me and your body are going to go do some body needed activities. I'd say see you later but your along for the ride weather you like it or not!"

The anger Wind felt seemed like it would light up the space he was floating in like a giant firefly.

"Emotions don't do that. Unless you have fire powers. Or obnoxious light powers."

Wind decided to ignore that statement. This was going to be a long day. but it WOULD end in wind back in his own body if it killed him.

"Keep dreaming weather boy!"

[sillygoofyqueer]

IT'S @eyalsfantasy's BIRTHDAY AND I WAS NOT INFORMED UNTIL LIKE TEN MINUTES AGO. I'M GOING TO BEAT IT UP, BUT ONLY AFTER I GIVE HIM A PROPER BIRTHDAY POST DEDICATED TO ITS PROMPT OF 'Therapy dog trainer lwj helping wwx get over his fear of dogs???' Don't question the question marks he did not answer under duress. Wei Ying's fear of dogs is well-known to everyone in his life. Some taunt him for it, others pity him for it, but very few understand why he's scared of them. 'They're so sweet and friendly!' 'How could anyone hate dogs??' 'I know dogs mauled you when you were a child, but my dog's an angel, you shouldn't be scared.' This, of course, doesn't make him suddenly have an entire change of heart and start liking dogs, and he has never had the urge to try and solve his issue with them. After all, he can just scream and climb the nearest tall thing in order to escape them, and that seems like a pretty good solution to his fear without having to pay for things like 'exposure therapy'. Paying to be trapped in a room with a monstrous beast that was probably plotting the best way to catch him off guard so it could lunge at him and rip him to shreds? No, thank you very much.

However, something changes his mind on the whole matter - it's not a sudden thing, but gradual, paired with an instance that keeps occurring when he's hanging out with his didi. Whenever a demon dog comes sniffing around near them, Wei Ying obviously reacts with horror and fear, either sprinting off to clamber up the nearest tree/lamppost/etc or diving behind A-Cheng and clinging to him with all of his strength. A-Cheng goes about shooing the dog away, because he is a faithful didi despite all of his complaining, but there is always a moment of hesitation before he goes about it. Even through the haze of fear and panic clouding his mind, Wei Ying can always see this sort of wistful longing in his expression before it disappears and he's ushering them away with a frown. Wei Ying may hate dogs, but Jiang Cheng has always loved them. It's not fair that his didi can't have a stupid monster because of him.

He ponders this very heavily over a long period of time, lounging around in his apartment and glaring at the ceiling - if only he wasn't traumatised by dogs, his didi could have whatever oversized rat that he wanted! Despite himself, he finds himself reluctantly searching up variations of 'dog exposure therapy' because 'exposure therapy for dogs' makes services targeted towards dogs show up (what the fuck do those devils have to be afraid of?! They can just maul any threats!!), researching what such services would entail. It's a little embarrassing to see that most content is targeted to help children with cynophobia, but hey, maybe his fear should have been dealt with before it got to this stage! When making any major life decisions (especially ones that involved lots of money), Wei Ying eventually turns to his jiejie, who has just had a little munchkin and is turning those mothering instincts on him as well now.

With encouragement and support from Yanli - 'oh A-Xian, this is so sweet! And brave!' - he finds himself staring suspiciously at the rather unassuming house that had been recommended through many reddit threads for providing the best exposure therapy. It's a very typical house, white picket fence and all, and Wei Ying suddenly considers the possibility of his therapy-giver (Lan Zhan! What a nice name) being a serial killer who takes advantage of his patients' cynophobia to kill them and feed their bodies to the dogs. Oh god, he should not have thought that, now he's too scared to go in! Then A-Cheng's wistful expression flashes through his mind and suddenly he's reminded of the fact that he's doing this for his didi's sake and, if he is murdered, A-Cheng can't be too mean at his funeral, because he died for him. Logic considered, he braces himself and moves through the front garden to knock upon the front door.

Lan Zhan never knows what to expect with his patients; he has dealt with people of all kinds that want to overcome their fear of dogs, for all sorts of reasons, so when the knocks sound out, he isn't sure what waits upon the other side. After taking a second to ensure that everything is in place, he goes to answer the door with a "you must be Wei Ying-" only to find his words stuck in his throat at the sight of the impossibly gorgeous man standing on the doorstep. High cheekbones, sharp grey eyes and a bright smile that is tinged with nervousness but also draws attention to the mole that is surely there for biting- STOP right there, Lan Zhan. That is a PATIENT, and an obviously nervous one at that. Have some damn respect, you shameless human being. He gestures for Wei Ying to come in, stepping aside and firmly looking away from any...assets the man may have.

Wei Ying starts rambling the moment he is sat down on the couch, and it becomes evident that Lan Zhan will have to work hard when it comes to exposing the man to dogs - if he had been younger and more close-minded, he may have been insulted by such a hostile reactions towards the furry companions. Of course, he learned of the root cause of Wei Ying's aversion to dogs through emails when they were setting up the appointment, but to hear it straight from the source, in such a forced tone of lightness, sends a pang through him that he didn't think was possible after hearing all sorts of stories through patients. He's suddenly extremely glad that he decided to have Gege take Bichen on his daily walk instead of putting him upstairs; it seems as though they have a long way to go until Wei Ying is even comfortable with that level of distance between he and a dog.

[miainbetween]

#001 ENTRY

MIA’S SHIFTING DIARY

okay so I’m starting to keep a shifting diary because- why not?and I already have a tag for it, so might as well use it.

last night I tried a method, introduced in a post I reblogged earlier yesterday. also shoutout to @easyboyrecliner for sharing it with me (love you mae🫶). so yesterday I’m almost feeling dead around 0:00 and my lil sister is in my room babbling about her instagram story and something she wanted to do and she was just not letting me sleep but I also wasn’t yet ready for bed I was just laying down and relaxing for a bit.

so after she’s done talking my ears off I go get ready for bed and by the time I try to sleep I feel like I might pass out any moment. interesting fact about me is that I fall asleep less than five minutes after I lay in bed. no matter how sleepy I am. worst case scenario it’ll take me 30 minutes because I got excited over something but that’s the extent of it.

I remembered the method and decided to reread the post and try it and I was counting my breaths and affirming once in five breaths and I think I was saying that my body knows how to shift? ??? I don’t remember. I was kinda quoting the post. I don’t remember anything after 25 and that’s probably when I fell asleep. also I was debating on which dr to try to shift to before that and I was so confused and I think that would explain the multiple dreams.

so I had two dreams. the first one I don’t remember, I only know it was about one of my drs and it was long.

the second one was me on vacation with the love island USA s6 cast. this reminds me of my love island dr. I remember serena, kordell, leah and miguel there. also underground stuff in minecraft??? I always dream about Minecraft it’s not even funny. I had to escape from some palace?? and I was swimming in lava and remember wondering how I wasn’t dead yet. also I was going to epilate my armpits cuz I was feeling self conscious because we were going to go to the beach????🙈 I feel so embarrassed. and I remember being in a vacation house, something with a very greek vibe. everything was white and I mean everything. I think there was also a lot of linen. and there were no doors to the bedrooms. I know that because I was trying to epilate myself with people constantly passing by my room and side-eyeing me.

but I’m happy with the results. I had no expectations and for only getting as far as 25, it looks good.

things are looking up.

tags: @shiftesque @rumitome @floreils @spellboundscorpio @avelineshifts @d0llygor3

[otomehoneyybearr]

5th Anniversary - Kagari Amagase

Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 | Ch4 | Epilogue

Quick T/N note! Many other amazing translators are also working on this story as well, so please show your support! I'll continuously update this post with links to their translations as they’re posted.

Aishangotome

Cheshireliam

The summer in Kogyoku was ruled by the same sweltering heat as in Rhodolite.

Emma: “Haah… I feel alive again.”

(It’s so cold and refreshing…)

The murmur of the stream, the clear water wrapping around my legs—everything brought cool relief beneath the blazing sun.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were no people around, I splashed in the river like a child, kicking water with abandon.

(I never thought I’d be playing in a river at my age, but…)

●●●●●● Flashback ●●●●●●

Child: “Miss, did you know? TThere's a really cold river deep in those mountains over there."

Child: “Teacher told me about it, but I’m telling you as a special secret."

Child: “As thanks for always bringing snacks to the dojo.”

●●●●●● Flashback End ●●●●●●

(Since he went out of his way to tell me, I might as well enjoy it to the fullest.)

???: "You always look like you’re having fun, no matter when I see you."

Emma: "Yes, very much so—"

Emma: “!?”

As I turned around quickly, my feet got tangled and I lost balance..

Emma:“Wah… ahhh!”

There was nothing to grab onto in the river, and I fell flat on my backside.

Emma: "...Owww..."

(I’m soaking wet now…)

(But honestly, this feels kind of nice.)

As I tried to stand up, a shadow loomed directly in front of me.

Looking up, Prince Kagari stood there, blocking the scorching sunlight.

As usual, his expression was blank, devoid of any emotion.

He stared silently down at me, and his gaze brought an awkward, uncomfortable feeling rising up in me.

(How long has he been standing there?)

The unspoken "What are you doing?" look in his eyes urged me to speak, and my embarrassment pushed my words out quickly.

Emma: "Th-this... this is my perfect way of dealing with the heat!"

Emma: “It’s really hot today, so this feels really nice.”

Kagari:  “……”

Emma: "...Could you say something, please?"

Kagari: "'Something'?"

Emma: "That's not what I meant—"

Emma:  "Prince Kagari!?"

Prince Kagari kneeled by the river, not even minding that he was getting wet, and lifted me up.

As I clung to him instinctively, my wet clothes drenched him as well.

I tried to pull away in a panic, but his strength kept me held in place.

Kagari: “You’re definitely cooled off. You feel nice to hold right now, Princess.”

Emma: “You’re going to get soaked!”

Kagari: "So what if I do?"

Emma: "...If you're okay with it, Prince Kagari."”

Kagari: “Now we’re matching, Princess. Not bad.”

(...My heart might be beating a little too loudly.)

Prince Kagari carried me effortlessly to the riverbank and set me down on the ground.

Emma: “Thank you very mu—”

Suddenly, he pulled me into an embrace, plunging my vision into darkness.

Through our wet clothes, I could feel the solid, trained muscles of his body, and I gasped.

(W-what’s happening?)

As I tried to lift my head, I heard a cat’s meow right next to me—

Kagari: "You’re so full of energy, even in this heat. I’ll give you credit for that."

I slipped free from his loosened grip, only to be  rendered speechless by the sight before me.

Emma: "Prince Kagari...!?"

Kagari: "That’s quite the face you’re making. Red one moment, pale the next—you’re a busy person.”

Emma: "This isn’t the time for jokes! Are you okay!?"

(A huge cat… is biting Prince Kagari’s arm!)

The cat was noticeably larger than the ones you’d see around town, and it had sunk its sharp teeth deep into his arm.

But Prince Kagari, unfazed, casually shook it off.

The cat landed gracefully and, sensing it stood no chance against the formidable demon before it, darted off into the shade.

(...Looking closely, its fur looks rough, and it seems to be in bad shape.)

(But for now...)

When I turned my gaze back to Prince Kagari, blood was dripping from the bite wound on his arm.

Emma: “Let’s treat that quickly!”

Kagari: "You’re making a big deal out of this."

Emma: "I can’t help but make a big deal of it! Doesn’t it hurt?"

Kagari: "No."

Emma: "That’s a lie."

Kagari: “It’s the truth. Maybe it’s because someone else is feeling the pain in my place today.”

(He really doesn't seem to be feeling any pain… but is that even possible?)

Still confused, I pulled out some medicine and linen from my bag and began disinfecting the wound.

Throughout the entire process, Prince Kagari didn’t so much as flinch, making me wonder if he’d blocked the pain entirely.

(I can’t tell if he really doesn’t feel it or if he’s just hiding it really well…)

(But since I’ve come to know him…)

(Someday, I want to be able to read even the smallest emotions behind that calm exterior.)

I wrapped the linen around the wound to stop the bleeding, and Princess Kagari thanked me before walking toward the cat.

I followed, cautiously watching.

Kagari: "It’s a wildcat. Rare to see one this close."

Emma: "Its leg… it’s injured."

Kagari: "It must’ve gotten caught in a trap."

Kagari: "Looks like it’s really hungry too."

Emma: "Do you think it attacked because it was agitated...?"

Kagari: "Most likely."

(It looks so weak, and in this heat...)

(If we leave it here, it might die.)

(I know it’s wary of people, but...)

Emma: "Prince Kagari—"

Kagari: "There’s a condition."

Next

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[drysdalesworld]

how did mom know she was pregnant with Oskar, and what was William’s reaction! Did she surprise him or did they find out together?

(i have gotten another request similar to this so i decided to just combine it into one ☺️ hope y’all enjoy 💗)

additional request:

series masterlist

it was her & william’s final year of schooling.

she hadn’t been feeling well the past couple of weeks. reader never got sick or got frequently ill as a child so she just chalked it up to a cold when she started to puke every morning, felt tired 24/7, and crampy.

it wasn’t until she realized she had missed her period for a near three months that she realized what it could truly be.

due to it being readers final year of schooling, a lot of pressure was put on her to do and perform well not just by herself but also by her parents. she had decided to take some advanced coursework so she could finish off the year strong.

she had been so caught up with school and coursework that she didn’t realize she had missed her period for weeks.

reader freaked out at first, feeling like she couldn’t reach out for her parents for help or advice. so, she went to a local clinic to get herself checked out.

she didn’t tell william at first just in case it was a fluke. she has missed a period or two due to stress before. but, she never had the sickness or ill feeling with it.

the doctor/nurse that helped her confirmed that she was pregnant, giving her a slew of options if she chose to keep it or not.

reader most definitely came home crying that day as she was conflicted on what to do. she knew her parents wouldn’t be as supportive as william’s due to them still having “american” ideals. so, she kept it to herself for a bit until her head cleared up.

eventually, she comes clean to william’s step-mother & mother (separately). they both offer up their support no matter what she chooses. additionally, they both help her with hiding it from her parents.

when reader comes clean to william, it’s not too long after she discovered she was pregnant.

“what is this?” he asked, the words on the piece of paper in his hands confusing him. there was a bunch of medical jargon on there that he did not understand.

“look at the top,” she whispered, teeth anxiously nipping at the skin around her nails.

william does so and nearly short circuits (he literally glitches in real life).

“you’re…pregnant?” he whispered, like the word would shatter everything around him. “like, really pregnant?”

reader simply nodded, tears brimming at her waterline as she awaited her boyfriends reaction. the both of them are only eighteen and were not ready to take care of a child just yet.

william didn’t say anything and simply gathered the reader into his arms, stroking her hair as she silently cried into his neck.

“we’ll figure this out, älskling,” he whispered as tears of his own gathered in his waterline.

don’t get him wrong, william was ecstatic at the news. but it was at a point in both of their lives where it wasn’t exactly ideal to have a child. in just a few months time, both reader and william would graduate from their studies and william would be off god-knows-where to pursue his love for hockey.

“it’ll all be okay. i promise,” he added, rocking the both of them from side to side.

his reaction was slow at first. but he expressed his excitement and happiness soon enough when he & reader agreed to carry the pregnancy to term.

william always kept a hand on her at all times. whether that be a hand on her back during walks. or intertwining their fingers together during study hall. or cuddling up to her as they both spend time with the eklund family out in the living room. he never let reader out of his sight if he could help it.

readers parents were not happy and suggested she stay at william’s for a bit.

the eklund family obviously welcomed her with open arms and hearts full of love. they helped her with whatever she needed and had no troubles with aiding her.

william moved her into his room and even took a majority of her stuff (decor, sheets, stuffies, etc.) from her house into his so she wouldn’t feel as homesick or sad regarding the situation. his room had been brightly colored for a few months as reader moved in, but he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

his childhood room is still decorated in some of readers things (posters, pillows, etc.).

to this day, william still holds a grudge against his in-laws for treating reader the way they did (as he should!).

overall, it was a pretty nerve wracking process at first. but william insisted it was all going to be okay and made sure that was going to happen.