#when something you loved something transcendent turns out to be not true

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Ive been thinking about my witch's road au idea of Lena travelling the road with the other covenless witches. Some of the new thoughts include Lena being so new to the craft and culture that she doesn't understand that a ton of witches believe the road is real, she just thought it was witchy tune. Another thought is that she and Jen kind of bond as business women in their ways, and just kind of being generally the same age.

And then I was thinking about Lena's trial. Like, technically she's there as the green witch (don't ask me why Rio would still be there also, she just would be), but her trial is about her family-- or perceived lack thereof. She's presented specters of her family, both adopted (the Luthors) and found (the superfriends), but neither truly satisfies her desire for true family, do they? Her need for belonging, for heritage, for a link to her mother.

And through the trial Lena comes into her own as a true witch, as she comes to the realization that her magic not only ties her to her mother, but to every witch in their family prior, and to all the covens they belonged to. She is bonded with them whether she knows it or not, whether she can see them or not-- they are there, guiding her hands and shaping her spells. They are many become one, and she is the one.

I also imagine that after she succeeds at her trial, she's full of power and confidence. Her new understanding seems to transcend her into something greater than she was before, a witch not only in her own right but with the power of those who had come before, who linger still.

So when the Salem Seven catch up with them at the end of Lena's trial, Lena is perfectly at ease when she tells the others to go and leave her behind.

"What? No!" Jen declares. "No, we do this together."

"My contribution to the road is done," Lena says, zenlike. She smiles. "The rest is up to you."

"The seven will kill you, Lena! No one witch can stand against them!"

"Then it's good I'm not facing them alone," Lena returns blithely. "Go."

Jen ultimately obeys, leaving Lena to face their pursuers alone. But as Lena says: she is not alone. With the group's path at her back, Lena squares up against the animalistic witches calmly.

"Do you even remember why you're chasing Agatha?" Lena asks them.

"Vengeance...." one hisses.

"For deaths you don't remember, if you ever saw it happen at all. Do you remember why Agatha killed them?"

The Seven twitch and scritch, unable to remain still. They study her, as predators would watch their prey. Lena meets their gazes calmly.

"Abandon your revenge," she prods, "and resume your lives. Or what little remains of them."

"Neverrrrr!" comes the answering rattle.

As one, the Salem Seven lash out with their magic, intending to catch Lena unawares. But as she'd spoken Lena had woven a shield of spectral roots and vines around her, seething and intertwining like living thing. It shields her from every attack at every angle, giving her power time to build.

Her magic gathers between her palms, pouring not only from herself, but from the others. From her mother, standing at her right shoulder, and her grandmother at her left. From their covens and the covens before them, stretching back through time until she pulls from the very earth itself.

Its radiance shines so brightly that the Seven barely have time to quail beneath it before it incinerates them entirely, their own magics far insufficient to protect them from the onslaught. After they flake away into dust, Lena holds onto the power for a moment longer, and turns to meet her mother's gaze.

"Thank you," she says to the spirit. "I love you."

Her mother's shade nods once, its smile warm with pride, before fading away with the rest of the magic that bleeds back into the earth.

Letting her hands drop to her sides, Lena studies the empty room around her, then turns towards the path she'd been protecting. A path that is now a solid wall, no door in sight.

"Great," Lena grumbles. "Now how the hell do I get out of here?"

[winged-thinged]

And, to be clear, this is not an "oh boo hoo Christmas used to have so much magic in it when I was a little kid, where did all the magic go?" post. I have plenty of magic still in my life, in a variety of other places, like the friends who have become my family, like looking at the stars and researching astronomy—real things, but no less miraculous and inexplicable for being real—more miraculous, actually.

This is about being lied to, about realizing you were fed poison in the shell of something sweet, about the gut-churning moment when you look down and realize that your sweet little manger scene is covered in blood. About loving God with a child's simple faith and then growing up to look back and see the knife held to your own child-throat. Growing up to look back and watch your little child self clasp their little hands together and kiss the big bad wolf on the cheek, and how badly you want to scream at them, run! but you can't, because it's too late.

The thing is, I used to really like Christmas. Not the presents, not Santa—Christmas. It was my favorite time of year. It always made me feel like maybe there was a little bit of magic in the world, for real. Every year, we went to midnight mass and sang carols together, and the statue of Mary at the back was wreathed in poinsettias, and there was a manger scene underneath the gigantic tree full of fairy lights, and we put on our pretty coats and our Christmas dress clothes and we sat down in the hush of that darkest night, in the snow—one big gathering of people, one point of warmth and light—and we listened to the story of how God came down to Earth. How God took the form of a little child, a poor dirty innocent perfect child—for us. To lead us, to guide us—never mind, never mind that he was only put on this Earth to be slaughtered like a pig on the altar of a vengeful god. Shh. Don't think about that now. Just look how cute he is. Just look at the pretty candles.

Back then, everything was perfect. Everything was still. There was a hush, like magic in the air. A waiting silence. A miracle about to be born. Candles flickering against the dark. Oh come, Hope, oh come, Joy, oh come, Lamb to the slaughter. Oh come, Divine Messiah. Oh come, little Lord. Don't think about all the blood.

[mononijikayu]

triassic love song — gojo satoru.

“They were together until the very end.” you said softly, your voice carried by the gentle wind. “I hope they’re still together, wherever they are.” The tall man took a deep breath, turning his head to look at you. For a moment, his blue gaze seemed distant, as though he were seeing something—or someone—far beyond the present. But then his lips curled into a small, sad smile.  “They will be, you know?” he replied quietly, his voice deep and filled with a quiet conviction. “Some loves are strong enough to last forever. They…they transcend, even time.”

GENRE: alternate universe - reincarnation au!;

WARNING/S: edo japan era, nsfw, angst, fluff, romance, hurt/comfort, engagement, hurt, physical touch, implied character death(s), natural disaster(s), mourning, pain, grief, happy ending, depiction of natural disaster(s), depiction of suffering, depiction of character death(s), depiction of violent destruction, depiction of grief, depiction of suffering, mention of implied character death(s), mention of death(s), mention of suffering, mention of destruction, mention of earthquake-related destruction, fiance! gojo, fiance! reader, reincarnated! gojo, reincarnated! reader;

WORD COUNT: 8.6k words

NOTE: this song has ruined me beyond understanding. paris paloma, your album was just insane like im sorry. the fact that she wrote a song about the triassic cuddle inspired me to write something similar and i just??? i can't help myself. ive been so crazy about this song that i just decided, you know what. this is great. this is just something i would in fact like to bawl my eyes out writing. and i did. i did that. and i hope you cry with me and enjoy it. anyway, i love you all so much <3

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IT WAS ENJOYABLE TO BE TOGETHER. IIt was forbidden to be together at this time, with the curfew in place, but you couldn’t help yourself. Not when it came to him. The world outside was still, bound by rules meant to keep order, but within the quiet sanctuary of your family estate, the constraints of the outside world seemed distant and unimportant. Inside, warmth and anticipation filled the air, thick as the lingering scent of incense that wafted through the halls. The soft glow of lanterns bathed the room in a warm light, casting shadows across the delicate shoji screens, and reflecting off the polished wooden beams and traditional tatami mats beneath you.

Gojo Satoru sat beside you, his presence magnetic as always, but tonight, something was different. His signature smirk still played at the corners of his lips, and his bright, sparkling eyes glimmered with mischief. But beneath that playfulness was an undeniable depth, a new layer of emotion that wasn’t there before—an unspoken excitement, a shared understanding that you were no longer just childhood friends.

You were now betrothed.

Bound by the ties of engagement that your noble families had arranged, it felt as though a long-awaited dream had finally come true. And though you had known each other all your lives, this new bond between you carried a weight of its own, something that made your heart race in a way you hadn’t expected. The happiness you felt was undeniable, shared in the way Satoru’s hand occasionally brushed against yours, in the subtle glances that said everything words couldn’t.

“You’re quieter than usual, don't you think?" Satoru remarked with a teasing lilt, his voice soft but carrying an undercurrent of something more serious. He leaned in slightly, his gaze locking onto yours, as if daring you to speak first.

You smiled, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks under his intense scrutiny. “I could say the same about you, hm?” you replied, trying to match his teasing tone, though your voice betrayed the flurry of emotions swirling within you.

Satoru chuckled softly, leaning back on his hands, eyes never leaving yours. “Well, it’s not every day you get engaged to your best friend!” he said, his tone light, but his expression softened as his usual bravado gave way to sincerity.

That sincerity took your breath away, and for a moment, the reality of the moment hit you fully. You weren’t just sneaking out to spend time with him as you had countless times before. This was different. This was a promise, one sealed by the love you’d always shared but never fully acknowledged until now.

“I’ve been waiting for this, you know?” you admitted quietly, your eyes meeting his. “For us to be more than just... childhood friends.”

Satoru’s playful demeanor softened even more, a rare seriousness taking over his expression as he reached out to take your hand in his. His fingers were warm, and the simple gesture sent a shiver down your spine.

“Me too.” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “For a long time.”

For a few moments, neither of you spoke. The world outside was still and silent, but inside this room, the air seemed alive with the energy between you. The gravity of the situation settled in—this wasn’t just a fleeting moment. It was the beginning of something much bigger, something that both excited and terrified you.

“You always did like breaking the rules.” you teased lightly, trying to ease the tension, though your heart pounded in your chest. “Staying out past curfew, sneaking into my room like this...”

Satoru grinned, his usual confidence returning. “I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t, right?” he quipped, though the softness in his gaze lingered. “Besides, how could I stay away from you tonight? Our first night as an engaged couple... I had to be here.”

You laughed, but it was a soft, breathless sound, the kind that came when words failed to fully capture the emotions coursing through you. “I’m glad you’re here, Satoru.” you whispered.

He smiled, that warm, heart-melting smile that was reserved just for you, and for a moment, it felt like nothing else in the world mattered. Not the rules, not the expectations placed on you by your families, not even the looming responsibilities of your engagement. It was just you and him, sharing a quiet, intimate moment that you knew you would cherish forever.

“I brought something for you.” Satoru said after a brief pause, reaching into his sleeve and pulling out a small bundle of paper. “I wrote these for you.”

You blinked in surprise, watching as he carefully unfolded the papers. “Poems?”

He nodded, the tiniest hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks, something you rarely saw from him. “Yeah, don’t laugh!” he added quickly, though the look in his eyes told you he trusted you completely. “I’ve been working on them for a while...”

You took the papers from him, your fingers brushing his as you did. The sheets were neatly folded, each one carefully written in his distinct handwriting. It touched you deeply to know that he had taken the time to craft these for you, that he had poured his heart into something so personal. Something for you, with all his love.

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with affection. “I could never laugh, my dearest.” you said softly, your voice sincere. “Thank you, Satoru.”

"I made these for you, my beloved." he whispered, pulling out one of the carefully folded parchment from your grasp and unfolded it. "Listen to me, alright?"

His slender fingers traced the delicate paper before he began to read softly, his voice like a gentle breeze:

"Beneath the cherry bloom, I wait  

for you, a light that never fades.  

In silence, your name takes root in my soul—  

a promise written long before time."

His tender words wove into your heart, each syllable filled with the love he had always held for you, now finally given shape. You leaned against him, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours, comforted by the sound of his heartbeat that matched your own excitement. The future felt certain, and the night was perfect. You kept listening to his voice, letting it guide you into the tender slumber of the night.

Satoru leaned closer to you, watching your expression, his bright blue eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and affection. Your orbs gazed at the tender strokes of his writing.

His calligraphy had always been so beautiful, but to form such words in order to capture not just the feelings he had for you, it was even more beautiful. And to have him read it with such affection, such love — for you and only you…..what could be more beautiful? What could be more perfect, more delightful?

But then, the ground beneath you shifted, a low rumble reverberating through the tatami mats. At first, it was subtle, almost imperceptible, but within seconds, the shaking intensified. It was subtle at first, a low rumble that made the lanterns flicker.

Satoru paused, his brow furrowing. Before you could ask, the ground shook violently, and the delicate house groaned under the pressure. Screams erupted from other rooms, echoing through the halls as the tremor grew stronger.

"Satoru?" you whispered, your heart suddenly pounding in your chest, not from love, but from fear.

He was already moving, his hand gripping yours tightly. “Stay with me, my beloved.” he commanded, his voice steady, though his eyes flashed with a seriousness you had never seen before. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The room shuddered violently as the earthquake hit full force, and you could hear the distant crashing of objects falling in other parts of the house. Screams erupted outside even louder—voices of your family, the servants, all caught in the chaos of the sudden disaster. And then all the sudden, it was eerily quiet. And that made your heart drop to your stomach 

For a moment, you thought that it would finally be over. But then, the earth beneath you trembled once more. You squealed as Satoru let his body encompass your own with the enveloping of his whole body on yours as the world crashed against you both. The walls were swaying left and right, the roof tiles were shattering one after another. It was chaos.

"Hold on to me. Don’t lift your eyes." he said, his voice calm but firm, even as the world quaked around you. “I’ll protect you.”

You clung to him, your heart pounding in fear as the floor shifted beneath your feet. His grip was unyielding, pulling you closer until there was no space between your bodies, shielding you from falling debris as the shaking intensified.

“I’ve got you, my beloved.” he murmured into your hair, his voice steady despite the chaos around you. “D–don’t worry.”

You feared when he stuttered, that he had gotten hurt. But he did not falter. His fingers gently stroked your back, trying to calm your trembling as the earthquake raged on. You could hear the distant crashing of porcelain and wood, your ears ringing from the harsh sounds of the destruction. But in his arms, you felt an odd sense of safety amidst the destruction. Because it was your Satoru holding you, protecting you. Because you’re together. 

As the tremors finally subsided, Satoru’s grip on you loosened slightly, but he didn’t let go. His breath was shaky, and when you looked up at him, you saw a rare flicker of fear in his usually carefree eyes. He swallowed hard before giving you a small, reassuring smile. You were still stunned, your head shaking as you tried to make sense of the world.

"Seems like the earth itself wanted to remind us of its power." he joked softly, though the tension in his voice betrayed him. He was just as afraid, perhaps even pained by some injury he would never show you. “We’re….we’re alright, my beloved. Don’t worry.”

You let out a breathless laugh, still clutching his robes as you pressed your forehead against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The night was no longer perfect, but in that moment, with Satoru holding you close, it felt like nothing could tear the two of you apart—not even the earth itself.

The earth, which had momentarily stilled, seemed to shift again beneath you, this time more violently.More catastrophic, more angry and volatile. You screamed as you held tightly to him, his body wrapping itself against you once more. The walls of your room groaned, beams creaking as the tremors returned with a vengeance, fiercer than before. The floor shook so hard you could barely keep your balance, even in Satoru's arms.

He pulled you even tighter against him, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “Stay with me. Don’t let go.”

You could feel his muscles tensing beneath his robes, his usually easy going demeanor replaced by something more protective, almost desperate as his entire body forced itself to become a shield against anything against you. What remained standing of your ancestral home rattled more easily around you, dust falling from the ceiling in thick clouds. Outside, the screams grew louder, more frantic as the destruction worsened. Perhaps, it wasn’t even your family any longer. Perhaps it was the town, perhaps it was a neighboring village. You do not know anymore. And that’s what frightened you even more.

You could hear the unmistakable crash of something heavy—perhaps a roof beam—collapsing nearby. Suddenly, a deafening crack split the air. The wide, elaborate shoji doors rattled on their frames before they were blown open by the force of the quake. Your own room felt like it was being torn apart piece by piece. One of the wooden beams above groaned under the strain and, without warning, splintered and fell, hurtling toward the two of you.

Your beloved Gojo Satoru reacted in an instant, pushing you down and covering you with his body just as the beam crashed into the floor where you’d been trying to stand. The air was thick with dust, and the scent of earth and shattered wood filled your lungs, choking you. You shook as your eyes slowly opened to see your fiance pinning you down with his body shielding you.

“Satoru!” you gasped, your hands gripping the front of his robe, desperate to make sure he was unharmed.

“I’m fine, my beloved.” he muttered, though you could hear the strain in his voice. His arm was still braced above you, shielding you from any further debris. His other hand cupped the back of your head, pressing you into the crook of his neck. “We need to move. The house isn’t going to hold.”

You nodded against him, heart pounding in terror. Everything felt surreal, like a nightmare you couldn’t wake from. The childhood home that had always felt so safe, so untouchable, was crumbling around you, and the only solid thing left was Satoru. He was all you had, you think. Everything…Everything was gone. Your body was shaking. 

He pulled you to your feet, guiding you toward the door, but just as you reached it, another powerful tremor sent the ground pitching beneath you. You fell forward, and Satoru caught you, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you close as the floor buckled and cracked beneath your feet. You could feel the splintering wood beneath your sandals, the whole structure of the house breaking apart beneath the relentless force of the earthquake.

“Satoru, we need to get out—” you started, but your voice was drowned out by the sound of another beam collapsing behind you, followed by a sickening crash from outside the room.

“I know, I know.” he said, his voice tight with focus as he scanned the surroundings. "We’ll find a way out. I promise."

He led you toward the door again, but just as you stepped forward, the entire room seemed to tilt. The floor caved in with a horrific crack, and suddenly, you were falling. Satoru’s grip tightened as you both plummeted into darkness, the floorboards and debris collapsing into the space below.

“Are you hurt?” Satoru’s voice cut through the chaos, his hand cupping your face gently as he pulled you close, checking for injuries in the dim light. His fingers trembled slightly, betraying the fear he usually kept hidden so well.

“I’m okay,” you gasped, though your body felt battered and sore.

He exhaled in relief, his forehead pressing against yours for a moment, his breath shaky. “We need to get out of here. Stay close to me.”

Even now, with the world collapsing around you, his determination didn’t waver. He pulled you to your feet once more, and together, you began to make your way through the rubble. The house was a maze of fallen beams, shattered walls, and debris, the once-beautiful estate reduced to ruins in a matter of minutes.

The aftershocks still rumbled beneath your feet, making every step treacherous, but Satoru kept you steady, his arm around your waist, guiding you through the wreckage. The air was thick with dust, and the distant screams of those outside continued, filling you with dread for what might await you once you escaped.

As you neared what used to be the outer courtyard, the quake hit again, this time more violent than any before. The very ground seemed to split open beneath you, and with a loud, earth-shattering roar, the outer wall of the estate gave way. You barely had time to scream before the floor cracked beneath your feet, and you fell into darkness once more.

This time, Satoru’s grip on you tightened, and you felt his body pull you against him, sheltering you as the ground gave way entirely. You hit the ground hard, the pain radiating through your body, but before you could react, you felt the warmth of Satoru’s arms around you, shielding you from the worst of it.

“Don’t leave me.” he whispered, his voice trembling as he held you tighter than ever. “I won’t let anything take you from me—not this, not anything.”

In that moment, as the world continued to crumble around you, his words were the only thing that kept you grounded. No matter what happened next, as long as you were with him, there was still hope. You clung to him, your fingers digging into the fabric of his robes, as the tremors finally began to subside, leaving the two of you alone in the wreckage, but together.

You landed hard, the wind knocked out of you as your back hit the ground. The tatami beneath you was torn, and debris scattered everywhere, yet Satoru still held onto you, his arms wrapped tightly around your body, as though his grip alone could shield you from the crumbling world. The force of his embrace had absorbed much of the fall, but the impact still left you breathless. For a moment, everything was a blur—dust and darkness clouded your vision, and the deafening roar of collapsing beams filled the air.

Your body throbbed with pain, and panic surged in your chest, but even through the chaos, the warmth of Satoru’s body against yours anchored you. His presence, solid and unyielding, kept you grounded in the midst of the chaos.

"Satoru..." you gasped, your voice barely audible, but he heard you.

“I’m here,” he whispered fiercely, his voice steady despite the tremors still shaking the earth beneath you. His breath was ragged, but his grip on you didn’t falter. His white hair, now disheveled and covered in dust, clung to his forehead, but his eyes—those impossibly blue eyes—remained focused on you. “Are you hurt?”

You tried to shake your head, but your mind was still reeling, struggling to catch up with what had just happened. The earthquake raged on, though the initial violence of it had passed. The ground trembled beneath you like a sleeping beast disturbed from its rest.

Satoru shifted, pulling you up as carefully as he could. The house around you was nearly unrecognizable—wooden beams had collapsed, shoji screens were shredded, and parts of the roof had caved in. The once peaceful and warm room where you had shared your engagement was now in ruins, littered with broken objects and torn memories.

The sound of screams echoed from outside, faint but piercing. Servants. Family. It was hard to tell who, but the urgency in their voices cut through the haze of shock that clouded your mind. Your breath caught in your throat, panic gripping you once more.

“My family... my parents.” you muttered, scrambling to get up, but Satoru stopped you, his hand on your shoulder, firm yet gentle. “Satoru—”

"Wait," he said softly, though his voice carried the weight of authority. "We need to get out of here first. It’s not safe."

He tried to keep you calm, his steady hands guiding you through the debris, but you could see the tension in his posture. He was on high alert, his senses sharp as he glanced at every unstable beam, every shifting pile of rubble. He was scanning for danger, but more than that, he was trying to protect you from seeing the worst of it—the destruction, the death.

But as you stumbled through the wreckage of what had once been your home, you couldn’t avoid the horrors that surrounded you. Bodies. Littered through the halls, some crushed beneath fallen beams, others lying still in the open. Your breath hitched, and for a moment, the world spun around you.

"Satoru..." you whispered, your voice trembling as you pulled away from his protective hold. "Where are they? My parents... my siblings?"

He didn’t answer immediately, his eyes darting around, trying to keep you moving forward, away from the bodies, away from the worst of it. But you knew. The silence was louder than any scream. You could feel tears fall from your face and that broke his heart to see.

"Satoru!" you cried, your voice breaking as your legs buckled beneath you. "Where are they?"

He knelt beside you, his hands cupping your face as he gently forced you to look at him. His bright blue eyes were filled with an overwhelming sadness, but he tried to hide it, to be strong for you. He had to be strong. He had to. He can’t be weak, not right now.

“I don’t know,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “But we have to go. We need to find shelter. I’ll take you to my family home. They’ll know what to do.”

You nodded, though the words didn’t fully sink in. Your body was moving on autopilot now, your mind numb to the world as Satoru pulled you back to your feet. With every step, the destruction around you became more apparent, more real. The walls were crumbling, the air thick with dust and smoke, and the scent of burning wood filled your nostrils.

Together, you navigated the ruins of your estate, stepping over debris and through the remains of lives that had been lost in the quake. GojoSatoru kept a firm grip on your hand, leading you with a determination that seemed almost impossible given the circumstances.

But even he couldn’t hide the way his shoulders tensed, the way his jaw clenched when another body appeared in your path, forcing him to shield you from the sight.

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IT WAS A CHALLENGE, TO GO AND LEAVE THE DESTRUCTION BEHIND. The sky deepened into a somber shade of dusk as you and Satoru finally reached the estate’s edge. The once proud gates, symbols of security and honor, now stood twisted and mangled, crumpled by the sheer force of nature’s wrath.

Beyond the gates, the town stretched out in a nightmare of ruin—buildings reduced to heaps of rubble, streets fractured and littered with debris, and the air thick with the lingering scent of smoke and dust. The cries of the wounded and the wails of those searching for lost loved ones echoed through the broken streets, a chorus of despair that filled the silence left in the wake of destruction.

“Keep your head high,” Satoru urged, his voice low but firm as he tightened his grip on your hand. “Don’t look. Just… don’t.”

But it was impossible not to look. How could you not see the devastation, shared by all? Every corner of the town had been touched by this catastrophe, and every person who remained alive carried the weight of loss. It was a destruction understood by all, but none more deeply than you at that moment.

The memory of your home—once filled with laughter, warmth, and the presence of family—now lay in ruins. Your parents, your siblings… their fates were unknown, swallowed by the chaos. You hadn’t seen them, and the hope of finding them alive was growing fainter with every passing moment. Satoru’s words rang hollow in your ears, even as you clung to his hand for strength.

He guided you through the crumbling streets with a fierce determination, always positioning himself between you and the worst of the wreckage. The buildings, once grand and vibrant, had become tombs of stone and wood, each step revealing more of the town’s shattered soul. Bodies lay strewn across the ground, some half-buried in rubble, others left untouched by the debris but claimed by the quake nonetheless. It was too much, too overwhelming.

Every time you stumbled, your legs trembling with fatigue and grief, Satoru was there, catching you before you could fall. His presence was like an anchor, keeping you steady amid the storm of devastation that swirled around you. His hand never left yours, his touch a silent promise that you weren’t alone in this. You didn’t have to face it all by yourself.

The survivors—those who had managed to escape the collapse of buildings or who had emerged from the wreckage—followed behind you, a somber procession of hollow eyes and ashen faces. Their steps were slow, heavy with the weight of shock. No words passed between them, no cries for help—only silence and the occasional sob as they moved like ghosts through the streets, trying to find some semblance of safety, of life, in this broken world.

Your heart ached for them, for their pain, but your own grief consumed you. The memory of your family’s voices, the warmth of your home, felt so distant now, like a dream you had just woken from. And yet, with each step you took beside Satoru, you realized that this nightmare was real, and there was no waking from it.

The earth beneath your feet still trembled occasionally, aftershocks reminding you that the worst might not yet be over. Each tremor sent a fresh wave of fear through your body, your grip tightening around Satoru’s hand. He responded in kind, his hand strong and reassuring, though you could sense the turmoil roiling beneath his calm exterior. His family, too, was somewhere in this mess. Their fate hung in the balance just as much as yours.

As you made your way through the gates, leaving behind the wreckage of your estate, you couldn’t help but glance back one final time. The place where you had grown up, where you had shared laughter, joy, and the news of your engagement just hours ago, was now unrecognizable. In the span of mere moments, everything you had known had been reduced to rubble, leaving behind only echoes of the life you had once cherished.

“Satoru…” your voice cracked as you spoke his name, the words barely audible over the distant cries. He stopped, turning to look at you, his eyes softening with concern.

“I know,” he whispered, his hand brushing against your cheek, wiping away the tears that had begun to fall unnoticed. “I know it’s hard. But we’ll make it through this. We have to.”

His resolve was unshakable, but you could see the grief hidden behind his determination. He was trying to be strong, not just for himself, but for you. His family’s estate lay ahead, yet you both feared what you would find when you arrived.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the land in shadow, you continued onward, the fire of Satoru’s presence the only thing keeping you from sinking into despair. The path was treacherous, littered with fallen beams and shattered stone, but Satoru led the way with careful, deliberate steps. He kept you close, his arm around your waist now, guiding you over the broken streets as you navigated what felt like the remains of the world.

Every glance revealed more heartache—broken homes, toppled lanterns, and the pale, lifeless faces of those who hadn’t made it. But Satoru never let you linger, gently urging you forward each time your gaze began to drift toward the horror around you.

Finally, you reached his family’s estate. Or what remained of it. The grand structure that had once stood proud and formidable was now a heap of collapsed roofs and shattered walls. The once beautiful garden, where you had shared many moments of happiness, was now a twisted, chaotic mess of uprooted trees and scorched earth.

Satoru stood still for a moment, his eyes scanning the destruction with a silent, composed fury. The pain was etched into his expression, though he quickly masked it as he turned to you, his voice low but firm.

"We’ll make it through tonight," he said. "We have to survive, no matter what."

In that moment, even as the world crumbled around you, there was no fear in his eyes—only determination. For now, all you could do was follow him. Follow him through the darkness, trusting that somewhere, beyond the destruction, hope still lingered. 

As you finally reached the outskirts of the Gojo estate, the enormity of the destruction hit you again. The town below had not been spared either. Smoke rose in the distance, and the ground was littered with rubble, buildings half-collapsed, and people wandering aimlessly, searching for loved ones.

Satoru didn’t hesitate. He pulled you forward, his grip never loosening as he led you through the streets toward his family’s home. But when you arrived, the sight that greeted you was even more devastating.

His family estate, much like your own, had been reduced to little more than a broken shell. The grand gates had collapsed, and the once beautiful gardens were torn apart, now little more than mounds of earth and stone. The house itself had fared no better, with parts of the roof caved in and walls shattered.

Satoru’s face paled as he took it all in, his hand tightening around yours in a desperate attempt to remain calm. But you could see it in his eyes—the grief, the disbelief. This was his home. His family. And now, it is gone.

For a long moment, he stood still, his gaze fixed on the destruction before him. His breathing was shallow, his grip on your hand tightening almost painfully. But then, with a sharp breath, he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

As you both began your journey toward the Gojo family estate, the weight of the day settled heavily on your shoulders. But Satoru’s hand never let go of yours, a silent promise that even in the face of unimaginable loss, you would survive this—together.

When you and Satoru finally reached the outskirts of his family estate, the sinking feeling in your chest returned with full force. What should have been a place of refuge, a sanctuary from the horrors you had just fled, was nothing but devastation. The Gojo estate, once majestic and proud, had fallen to the same fate as your home.

The gates were twisted and mangled, barely hanging from their hinges, and the walls that had once stood tall now lay in heaps of rubble. Smoke rose from what remained of the manor, a bitter scent of burning wood and stone hanging in the air. The destruction was so complete, so absolute, that it felt like the very earth had swallowed everything whole. The silence was deafening.

Gojo Satoru froze at the sight, his grip on your hand tightening until it almost hurt. You looked up at him, but his expression was unreadable, his usual brightness dulled to a vacant stare. His family, his home....everything he had known, everything he had grown up with. All was gone. Nothing was left but the earth where it all once stood.

You tried to say something, to offer words of comfort, but the lump in your throat made it impossible to speak. More tears could only pour out of your eyes from then on. All you could do was squeeze his hand, hoping he would feel your silent support. He didn't need to hear your words right now; he just needed to know you were there.

For a moment, he stood motionless, his blue eyes scanning the destruction as if trying to comprehend it, trying to find any sign of life among the wreckage. But there was nothing. Just like at your estate, the earthquake had consumed everything.

Finally, Satoru exhaled a shaky breath, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. But even in his grief, he didn’t break. He couldn’t—not with you depending on him. He glanced down at you, his eyes softening with a kind of sadness you had never seen in him before. 

Satoru stopped for a moment, turning to you with a look of determination in his eyes. “We’ll make it through this,” he promised, his voice steady, though his eyes betrayed the fear he was trying so hard to hide. “We’ll get some place safe here, and I’ll make sure nothing ever hurts you again. You hear me?”

You nodded, though the world felt unsteady beneath you. The future that once seemed so bright, the engagement that had filled your heart with hope, now felt overshadowed by the tragedy that had befallen your lives. Still, with Satoru’s hand wrapped securely around yours, you knew one thing for certain—no matter what came next, you wouldn’t face it alone.

“We need to stay warm tonight.” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not safe to wander around in the dark. We’ll make a fire here, and then tomorrow, we’ll figure out what to do.”

He led you to a relatively clear patch of ground, away from the worst of the rubble. The sky was darkening, and the air had grown cold, a biting wind cutting through your torn clothes. Satoru quickly set to work, gathering what dry wood he could find, his movements steady and focused despite the grief that must have been tearing him apart inside.

You watched him in silence, too exhausted to help, too numb from everything that had happened. When the fire finally sparked to life, its warmth was a welcome reprieve from the cold that had settled deep into your bones. You sat beside him, huddled close to the flickering flames, the only source of light in the endless night.

Your Satoru didn’t speak for a long time. He simply stared into the fire, his expression distant, lost in thoughts you couldn’t fathom. His hands, usually so relaxed and playful, were tense, gripping his knees as if he were holding himself together by sheer force of will.

But then he turned to you, his gaze softening when he saw the exhaustion written on your face. Without a word, he pulled his outer robe from his shoulders and wrapped it around you, tucking it gently against your chin. He tried to do it, smiling like nothing happened. As though to comfort you even in all this suffering. And yet, you could see it all in his eyes. He was exhausted, he was in pain. And he didn’t know what to do.

“Sleep, my beloved.” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “I’ll keep watch.”

You wanted to protest, to tell him that he needed rest just as much as you did, but your body betrayed you. The exhaustion, the grief, the sheer weight of everything you had been through—it was too much. You nodded weakly, laying your head against his shoulder as you curled into the warmth of the robe.

Satoru shifted slightly, easing you into a more comfortable position so you could lie down near the fire. His hand rested on your arm, a protective gesture that reminded you of his earlier promise. Even as the world fell apart around you, Satoru Gojo was still there, watching over you.

As you drifted off to sleep, lulled by the crackling of the fire and the steady rise and fall of his breathing, Satoru leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. His lips lingered there for a moment, as if he were afraid to pull away, afraid that something might take you from him if he let go.

“I’ll keep you safe, my beloved.” he whispered against your hair, his voice trembling with the weight of his vow. “No matter what happens. I won’t let anything hurt you.”

The fire flickered, casting shadows across his face, but his resolve was unshakable. He couldn’t save everything—his home, his family—but he would save you. That much, he was certain of.

As you slept, Gojo Satoru remained awake, his eyes scanning the horizon, alert for any sign of danger. The devastation around him was complete, but his focus never wavered from you. You were his world now, the one thing he had left in the midst of the ruin.

The night stretched on, cold and unforgiving, but Satoru didn’t move from his spot by your side. Even as the grief gnawed at him, even as the weight of everything he had lost threatened to crush him, he stayed strong. For you. Because no matter what came next, no matter how uncertain the future had become, Gojo Satoru had made a promise—and he would keep it.

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THE YEAR 2018 WAS AN INTERESTING YEAR FOR DISCOVERIES. You remember reading about it in the newspaper on your way to university—the discovery of two lovers found in an eternal embrace, huddled together in a shoreline cave, their bodies preserved for three hundred years by the elements that had claimed their lives. 

The volcanic eruption, the earthquake, and the tsunami that had ravaged Japan centuries ago were some of the worst disasters the country had ever known, obliterating entire villages and swallowing countless lives in an instant. And yet, even in the face of such unimaginable destruction, these two had remained together, their bond undisturbed by the passage of time.

Standing quietly in front of the memorial, you felt the weight of their story settle around you. The air was still and somber, carrying with it the distant hum of waves crashing along the shore. The stone monument before you was simple yet profound—a silent marker of the love these two souls had shared, a love that had endured in the most unimaginable of circumstances. Their bodies had been found in the ruins of a household long buried by the mud and debris, a household much like the ones surrounding this coastline, now reduced to scattered memories.

You had followed the story from the beginning—the day the archaeologists uncovered them from the earth, the painstaking care they took in revealing the remains. The headlines had drawn attention, not because of the tragedy alone, but because of the story those two bodies told.

There were no names. No clues as to who they had been, what their lives had looked like before the disaster struck, or even how they had ended up in each other’s arms when the end came. But it didn’t matter. Their identities weren’t needed to understand the significance of what had been found. What mattered was that they had faced their final moments without fear. They had faced the end together, with love.

It was that thought—the resilience of love in the face of overwhelming disaster—that had touched you most deeply. In a world where so much is fragile and fleeting, the strength of their connection had remained, even after centuries had passed. It was as if their love had transcended the destruction, as if they had chosen to defy the disaster by holding on to one another in their last breath.

You stepped forward, placing your hands together in silent prayer. You wished them peace, a kind of peace that transcended the tragedy of their death, that honored the love they had shared.

You prayed that their spirits had found rest, and that wherever they were now, they were still together, watching over the place where they had once stood. The offering you placed at the memorial was simple, a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, symbolizing purity and remembrance.

"I pray that you'll always be together, the two of you." you murmured, your voice soft, barely louder than the breeze that rustled through the trees around the monument. "Wherever you are, I hope you’ve found peace, and that your love is still as strong as it was in those last moments."

You stayed there for a while, the silence of the memorial surrounding you, offering its quiet comfort. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the scene, a contrast to the deep sense of loss the place carried. But you didn’t feel sadness. Instead, there was something almost beautiful about it—knowing that even in the face of disaster, these two had been together, and their love had transcended time. As you prepared to leave, footsteps approached from behind. You turned slightly, curious to see who else had come to visit this quiet, forgotten place.

A man with striking white hair and bright blue eyes under the rim of his glasses stood at the edge of the memorial, his head bowed in silent prayer. He was tall, his presence commanding even though he moved with a quiet grace. His features were sharp, but softened by a kind of deep, unspoken sorrow. He knelt down beside the monument, laying a single white flower on the stone, his fingers brushing the surface with reverence.

You watched him for a moment, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity, though you couldn’t quite place it. The way he stood there—tall and composed, with an air of quiet reverence that just seemed to draw you in.

There was something almost ethereal about him, as if he was intrinsically linked to the story of the lovers you had come to honor. The connection felt deeper than mere coincidence, as though his presence was a significant part of the narrative that had touched you so profoundly.

His white hair glowed softly in the fading light, and his posture was relaxed yet dignified, embodying a calmness that contrasted sharply with the turmoil you had felt as you reflected on the lovers’ fate.

His eyes were closed in prayer, his face serene, as if he was offering a deeply personal tribute to the souls who had been found together in their final moments. The sense of connection was so strong that you could almost feel it emanating from him, a silent bridge spanning the centuries between his presence and the lovers' tragic end.

You hesitated, not wanting to intrude on his moment of solitude. Yet, there was something compelling about the situation—an unspoken invitation to acknowledge the shared significance of this place and the story that bound them all together. Your curiosity and empathy drove you to speak, despite the quietude that hung between you.

“Excuse me.” you began softly, breaking the stillness of the memorial. Your voice was gentle, barely a whisper against the backdrop of the crashing waves. “I couldn’t help but notice… There's something about you that feels so familiar, so connected to this place. I… I’ve been deeply moved by the story of the lovers found here, and I can’t shake the feeling that you share a connection with them.”

The man turned toward you, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and understanding. He seemed to consider your words for a moment, his expression thoughtful and measured. There was a softness in his gaze, as if he had been waiting for this moment, this conversation, even if he didn’t quite know why.

“Oh.” Gojo Satoru whispered back, his cheeks tinged with a flush of surprise, as if your words had caught him off guard. He seemed momentarily at a loss, his usual confidence replaced with a bashful vulnerability. “Yeah, I… I saw the news, and I thought, I just had to come. It felt… it just felt right, you know? To come here and see them off, to wish them well.”

There was a sincerity in his voice, a raw honesty that struck a chord. You could see that this wasn’t just a casual visit for him; it was something deeply personal, a moment of reflection and respect that went beyond mere curiosity.

“I see…” you mumbled, your gaze softening as you looked at him. A smile slowly spread across your face, touched by his heartfelt gesture. “That’s kind of you to do.”

Gojo Satoru shook his head slightly, a rueful smile on his lips. “Ah, not… not really,” he said with a sigh, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. “If anything, I think you were more kind. You brought them white chrysanthemums and everything. You probably had more of a proper prayer for them than I did.”

You waved off his comment with a small laugh, the sound light and airy in the quiet of the memorial. “Oh, not at all. I think… I think your intention was purer than mine. You came here just on a feeling, an instinct that something was right about being here. I was… I was interested historically before I was here emotionally, you know?”

His eyes met yours, a flicker of understanding passing between you. “I guess we both had our reasons,” he said softly. “But in the end, it’s the connection that matters. Whether we came here out of personal feelings or historical interest, it’s our respect and acknowledgement that count.”

You nodded, feeling a shared sense of purpose in your conversation. There was something profoundly meaningful about how your paths had crossed at this place, driven by a mutual respect for the story of the lovers and a desire to honor their memory. The distinction between your reasons for being here seemed to dissolve in the face of a greater truth—that both of you were here because of a deep-seated respect and a wish to pay tribute to the enduring power of love.

“So……” Gojo continued, a slight smile returning to his lips, “I’m glad we met here. It feels like the right place for this kind of encounter, don’t you think?”

You agreed, feeling a warmth in his words. “Yes, it does. It’s like the universe brought us together in this moment to remind us of something important.”

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Yeah, something like that. It’s nice to know that even after so much time, and despite all the changes and challenges we face, there are still moments that can bring people together in such a profound way.”

You stood together in silence for a moment, the weight of your shared understanding settling around you. The memorial continued to stand as homage to the lovers’ eternal bond, and in that quiet, sacred space, you felt a connection that transcended all the limits given by the bountiful universe.

“They were together until the very end.” you said softly, your voice carried by the gentle wind. “I hope they’re still together, wherever they are.”

The tall man took a deep breath, turning his head to look at you. For a moment, his blue gaze seemed distant, as though he were seeing something—or someone—far beyond the present. But then his lips curled into a small, sad smile. 

“They will be, you know?” he replied quietly, his voice deep and filled with a quiet conviction. “Some loves are strong enough to last forever. They…they transcend, even time.”

There was something in his tone, a weight to his words, that made you wonder if he was speaking from experience. You gave him a respectful nod, choosing not to pry into the emotions that seemed to flicker beneath his calm exterior.

The two of you stood there in silence for a while longer, both paying your respects to the nameless lovers who had defied death with their love. The sun continued to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the memorial. Finally, the man rose to his feet, brushing the dust from his clothes before turning to you.

“Take care, stranger.” he said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that contrasted with the sorrow that had lingered moments before. Then, with one last look at the monument, he began to walk away, his white hair catching the fading light like a beacon.

As you watched him go, something tugged at your heart. You didn’t know who he was, but in that moment, you felt as though you had shared something important with him—an unspoken understanding of love and loss, of holding on to someone even when the world falls apart around you. 

Somehow, there was something stirring within you—a feeling that you couldn’t let him just walk away, not without knowing more. There was something about him, an invisible thread connecting you, as if fate had brought you both to this quiet place for a reason.

"Wait! Hey, mister!" you called out softly, taking a few steps toward him. The man paused, turning back to face you, his expression curious but calm.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. But then, with a gentle smile, you extended your hand. "I didn’t get the chance to introduce myself. My name is……"

He looked at you for a moment, as if weighing whether to reciprocate. Then, with a small, almost teasing smile, he took your hand in his. His grip was warm, steady, and comforting in a way that felt strangely familiar.

"I'm Gojo Satoru." he said, his voice smooth, yet laced with something deeper, as if his name carried a history he didn’t fully reveal.

The name hung in the air between you, and for a brief moment, you felt a flicker of recognition. But it was fleeting, gone as quickly as it had come. You smiled politely, though something about the way he said it, the way his gaze softened as he looked at you, made you feel like there was more to his introduction than simple formality.

"It's nice to meet you, Satoru." you replied, feeling a strange sense of ease as you spoke his name. There was something about the way it rolled off your tongue, as if you'd said it a thousand times before.

He tilted his head slightly, his sharp, crystal-blue eyes studying you with an intensity that was both disarming and oddly reassuring. It was as if he could see beneath the surface, understanding more than what was immediately apparent. Yet, instead of feeling exposed, you felt a sense of comfort, a silent acknowledgment that he grasped the depths of your emotions and thoughts.

With a gentle, almost shy smile, Gojo Satoru reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, extending it toward you. “Put your number in,” he said, his voice tender and inviting. “I think… I think you know more about this story than I do. I’d like to know more, if you’re willing to share.”

You blinked, momentarily taken aback by the request, but the sincerity in his voice and the warmth of his smile compelled you to act. With a nod, you took his phone from him and began to enter your contact information, a small flutter of excitement rising in your chest. There was something intriguing about the prospect of continuing this conversation, of sharing more about the story that had brought you both here.

When you handed his phone back to him, a playful grin appeared on your face. “It’s your turn,” you said, taking out your own phone and extending it toward him.

Gojo Satoru chuckled softly, his eyes lighting up with amusement as he looked at your phone. “Well, alright.” he said, taking it with a mock sigh of resignation. “If you insist.”

As he entered his number into your phone, the atmosphere between you shifted from one of solemn reflection to one of friendly connection. The small act of exchanging numbers felt like a bridge, linking your shared experience at the memorial with the potential for future conversations and deeper understanding. Maybe, just maybe — you’ll understand life the way these two in front of you did. Just maybe.

When he handed your phone back to you, he looked at you with a genuine smile. “Thanks for sharing this moment with me. It’s been… meaningful. I’m glad we crossed paths today.”

You smiled back, feeling a warmth in your chest that came from more than just the shared experience. “I’m glad too. It’s not every day you meet someone who understands the significance of something like this so deeply.”

Finally, Satoru spoke again, his tone lightening slightly. "Well, I should be going. The train is leaving soon. But... It was nice meeting you." He paused, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary. "Maybe we’ll see each other again."

You smiled, feeling the same unspoken connection. "I’d like that."

With one last look at the memorial, Satoru turned and began to walk away, his white hair catching the fading light of the day. You watched him go, a strange sense of calm settling over you.

As you stood there, the weight of the lovers' story still fresh in your heart, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the last time you would see Gojo Satoru. Something told you that your paths would cross again, in ways you couldn’t yet predict.

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the memorial, you whispered one final prayer—not just for the nameless lovers, but for yourself, and perhaps for Satoru too.

"May we all find each other, in every lifetime."

[moonsaver]

Thinking back to a post you once made about Aeon Sunday… Imagine being someone who knew Sunday in the past before his ascension, only to then receive the gaze of Aeon Sunday later in life

Oh my god. I love this. This is simultaneously creepy AND oddly romantic.

Theres a lot of possibilities for this – was reader sunday's crush? A suitor? Maybe just someone he shared small talk with and actually liked it more than usual? Ooohohoho

Im not sure if its yan or not, so i just kinda.. kept it variable(?)

This ones a bit longer because i desperatley need to wordvomti . Thanks.

Achieving an aeon's gaze is strange, your discipline, morals, ideals, lifestyle, something has to deeply resonate with their followed path. Let us assume Sunday is something similar to a "dreamlike" aeon [maybe it's mentioned in his boss form description, all i remember is the embryo of Philosophy ;;]

But again, it's not exactly stated how you'd be able to achieve an aeon's gaze; i still have no idea how acheron did it [IX is literally a black hole??], because i cant for the life of me read through those huge blocks of texts in the dialogue.

So lets say Sunday's able to pull his own strings and maybe even force you on that path. He's an aeon – who's stopping him?

Its the middle of the night, you're awake in bed, tossing and turning. It feels like something in your chest is pulling, a weird sensation you've been trying to put off. Your eyes are burning from the lack of sleep, but your mind seems restless. You try to calm yourself down and think about one thing and then another, one by one, until you remember Sunday. You wonder what was going through his mind, his in-between words in that one conversation, what he could have meant..

And like that, you fall asleep. Your bones sink into the bed, your weight relaxes into the pliant surface.

And then you awake. But somewhere else. It's not your bedroom – not the familiar ceiling, nor the corner of your room with piled clothes or a messy table. It's the cosmos, littered with stars. It's strange. You almost don't notice until you try to move – you're floating in space.

You turn, and he's there. That recognizable golden halo, stretching out into the dark expanse like the inside of a star plunging into the depths, golden eyes that peer down at you; with recognition, understanding, almost sympathy, and something you can't quite place. Your ribs ache and your lungs burn when you're reminded to breathe – this is the man you were thinking about before you slept.

You wake up, panting, shooting up in bed. The familiar space of your room greets you this time. The night is young outside your window ‐ not much time seems to have passed in that brilliant moment.

You were ready to chalk it up to a dream, like the ones where you feel like you're falling and wake up with a racing heart. But then you look down, and see a strange symbol on your body, something akin to an eye.

It seems you've earned his blessing to follow his path.

And even more? It seems like you're the first person to actually follow this path.

It's strange and isolating in a way. You can awaken from the sweetdream paradise your beloved Aeon seems to have put penacony under. You gain this strange, superflous, iridescent ghost of a halo, and you realise you can use it to communicate.

You can communicate with Sunday.

But a part of you finds it pointless. you can't understand what he's saying anymore; Aeons' existence transcends language. You can only hear whispers of people speaking to you, as though it's from the corner of a room, somewhere in the distance, with one barely audible male voice standing out in the whispering; it might be sunday's real voice, but you're not sure. At least, to some degree, you've managed to make out a few words.

Some words give you information. You can monitor the true handiwork of your aeon this way. Every person's dream — sweet, deep slumbers, exquisitely woven by deft fingers, all in 7 days. You figured this when you phased out of the dream, looking down at your own sleeping body and freaking out, when Sunday communicated with you for the first time, instantly calming you down. Dream. Woven. 7 days. Those words were evident in the cacophony of whispers.

Some words carry warnings. Or rather, they're not exactly words.

When your curious hands boldly trace the surface of a particularly fragile dream, you hear breathing. In close proximity, too, as if its right behind your ear. Sometimes, if you try to wake someone, you feel the breathing; warm, and languidly flowing down the back of your collar. You've chosen to not find out what happens when you don't listen.

Sometimes, when you decide to simply phase out of the dream to take a look at your own body in reality – you talk to Sunday. You tell him what you think, who you met in the dreamscape, what he can do to make it better [since.. well, you can't exactly do much to awaken anyone or oppose an aeon]. You assume he doesn't hear you, since you don't get your whispery response, but after you catch a few glimpses of your suggestions in the dreamscape, you realise he's just a good listener.

Perhaps, even if you may be the only follower of this path for now.. it may not be as isolating as you think.

[astrocafecoffee]

• Sun in Groom persona chart •

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✨ you guys requested this series of groom persona chart, so here it is. Today I am gonna cover sun in the houses of Groom pc .

✨ MASTERLIST

Sun in the houses :

💖 1st house : your fs is likely to have a strong sense of self confidence and Vitality . They may have commanding presence and charismatic personality. They may possess natural leadership abilities and a desire to take charge in various situations. This can make them stand out in social settings. They are likely to be expressive and have a clear sense of identity . They may be quite open about their thoughts and feelings. You fs may seek attention and recognition from others. They might enjoy being in the spotlight and receiving praise for their accomplishments. They are likely to be determined and have a strong will . When they set their mind on something they pursue with vigor. They may have generally positive and optimistic outlook on life, which can be infectious to those around them. Sun in the 1st house can also influence physical appearance , potentially indicating a strong , healthy and attractive look. While they may have admirable qualities , they might also need to watch out for excessive pride or ego , which can sometimes leads to conflicts.

💖 2nd house : When the Sun is in the 2nd house of your groom's persona chart, it can uniquely indicate that your future spouse's identity and life purpose are intricately tied to their ability to create and sustain value. This placement suggests a person who doesn't just seek financial stability but sees wealth creation as a form of self-expression. They may have a unique approach to wealth that blends creativity with practicality, turning passions and hobbies into lucrative ventures. This placement can denote a person who values authenticity in their possessions and relationships. They might prefer quality over quantity, investing in items or experiences that reflect their true self and bring lasting joy rather than fleeting satisfaction. your future spouse might also possess a natural talent for identifying hidden potential in people and things. This ability to see value where others might not could lead them to success in areas such as investing, art collecting, or any field where discerning true worth is key. This placement might indicate that your spouse’s journey involves transforming their relationship with material wealth, learning to balance their innate desire for security with a deeper understanding of self-worth that transcends possessions. This unique blend of traits can create a dynamic and enriching partnership where you both grow and thrive.

💖3rd house: Your future spouse may stand out as an intellectual leader in their community.They may have a unique ability to connect seemingly unrelated ideas, leading to innovative solutions and creative projects. This knack for seeing the bigger picture can make them a visionary in their field.They could excel in multiple areas, from writing and public speaking to technology and social media. Your future spouse might have a natural talent for connecting people, creating networks, and fostering collaborations. They can effortlessly bring different groups together, facilitating teamwork and community building. Their love for variety and learning may lead them to travel frequently, seeking out new experiences and cultures. They might enjoy exploring different places and sharing their adventures through blogging, vlogging, or social media. With a strong emphasis on continuous learning, they may always be enrolled in a new course, reading the latest books, or attending seminars. This lifelong pursuit of knowledge can keep them dynamic and adaptable. They might have a passion for teaching and mentoring others, finding fulfillment in helping others grow intellectually. This could manifest in formal education roles or informal settings, like community workshops or online platforms.

💖 4th house : Your future spouse might possess an extraordinary ability to turn any space into a vibrant, lively, and welcoming home.Their home could be a reflection of their personal adventures and interests, filled with unique artifacts, travel souvenirs, and collections that tell their life story. Your spouse may have an innate ability to transform emotional pain into strength and wisdom. This skill allows them to help others navigate their own emotional journeys, often acting as a healer within their social circle. They might excel in integrating cutting-edge technology with traditional home comforts, creating a smart home that’s both futuristic and cozy. Think automated systems, green energy solutions, and innovative home design. There could be a unique passion for cooking and experimenting with different cuisines. Their kitchen might be the heart of the home, where they create culinary masterpieces that bring people together. They might blend different cultural elements into their home, creating a space that’s a melting pot of traditions and modernity. This could manifest in their interior design, food, and even the way they celebrate holidays. Their approach to family relationships might be both insightful and practical.

💖 5th house : When the Sun is in the 5th house of your groom's persona chart, it highlights a vibrant, creative, and playful side to your future spouse. This placement suggests that your spouse will likely be someone who thrives on joy, self-expression, and the pursuit of personal passions. They may have a natural talent for arts, whether it be music, painting, acting, or any other form of creative expression. Their creativity isn’t just a hobby; it’s a core part of their identity and something that they actively seek to incorporate into their daily life. This placement also suggests a strong connection to children. Whether or not they have their own, your spouse is likely to have a youthful spirit and may enjoy activities that allow them to connect with their inner child. They might be excellent at entertaining children and could find great joy in spending time with them. Romance is another key aspect of the 5th house, and with the Sun here, your spouse is likely to be very romantic and expressive in their affections. They may enjoy grand gestures of love and will likely seek to keep the romance alive in your relationship through thoughtful surprises and passionate moments.Their competitive nature can drive them to achieve great things in their personal and professional life, as they are likely to enjoy the thrill of the challenge and the satisfaction of victory.

💖6th house: With the Sun positioned in the 6th house of the groom's natal chart, your future spouse's focus on routine and structure can be a defining aspect of his personality. He might thrive on having a well-organized daily schedule and may feel most comfortable in environments where tasks and responsibilities are clearly defined. This inclination towards routine can make him a reliable and consistent partner, as he likely values stability and predictability in his relationships. Health and wellness are likely important to him, and he may integrate these values into his daily habits. This could manifest as a commitment to regular exercise, a balanced diet, or other health-conscious practices. He might also encourage these habits in his partner, reflecting his belief in the benefits of a healthy lifestyle. His attention to detail is another notable trait. He is likely to be meticulous and thorough, whether in managing household duties, handling work-related tasks, or addressing minor issues. This precision can be an asset in maintaining an organized and functional home life, though it may occasionally lead him to stress over small details. In the context of a relationship, he might express love and affection through acts of service and practical support. For him, demonstrating care might involve helping with chores, offering assistance with daily tasks, or being a steady source of support. This service-oriented approach reflects his belief in showing love through tangible actions rather than just words.

💖 7th house: Sun is in the 7th house of a groom's persona chart indicates that your spouse may have a strong and confident personality. They might be assertive, charismatic, and central in their social circles. Physically, they could have a noticeable presence or be prominent in some way. Since the Sun symbolizes leadership and authority, your spouse might be someone who takes charge in relationships or in their career. They may have natural leadership abilities and can be influential in their community or workplace. The 7th house is traditionally associated with partnerships, marriage, and significant others. With the Sun here, marriage and committed relationships are likely to play a significant role in their life. They may seek a partnership that enhances their personal identity and goals. The Sun in the 7th house can also indicate that your spouse may be quite visible or known publicly, possibly through their work, social activities, or community involvement. They might have a career that puts them in the spotlight or involves interactions with the public.

💖 8th house : The 8th house in astrology is associated with deep transformation, intimacy, and shared resources. When the Sun placed here ,it suggests that your future spouse is likely to have a profound and intense personality. They may approach life with a deep sense of passion and emotional depth, seeking meaningful connections and experiences that go beyond the surface.This placement can indicate that the spouse may have an interest in occult, mystical, or spiritual matters.The 8th house deals with shared resources, investments, and inheritances. Therefore, the spouse may have an influence or involvement in financial matters that involve joint resources or inheritances. Your spouse may seek relationships that bring about personal growth and change. They might have a strong need for emotional intimacy and connection, and relationships could serve as a catalyst for their personal development. The 8th house is also significant, indicating a deep and intense approach to physical intimacy. Your spouse may place great importance on the emotional and spiritual aspects of intimacy, seeking a profound connection with their partner.

💖 9th house : your spouse could be philosophically inclined, interested in exploring different belief systems, or deeply spiritual. They may seek meaning and purpose through intellectual and spiritual pursuits.your spouse may have a keen interest in travel,(or could be a foreigner) either physically exploring different countries or mentally through academic studies of different cultures. They might be drawn to adventures abroad, international relationships, or careers that involve cross-cultural interactions.your spouse may have pursued advanced studies or have a career in academia, teaching, or guiding others in some capacity. They might value knowledge and continuous learning, possibly inspiring others through their wisdom and experience.Your spouse may be idealistic, advocating for causes they believe in or striving to make a positive impact on a larger scale. They could be ethical, principled, and committed to justice and fairness.They may have a cheerful disposition, seeing opportunities and possibilities even in challenging situations. Their upbeat attitude could be contagious, uplifting those around them.your spouse may have an affinity for languages or an ability to adapt to different cultural environments easily. They may enjoy learning about different customs, traditions, and languages, fostering a sense of cultural understanding and integration.

💖 10th house: your spouse is likely to be ambitious, driven, and focused on their career goals. They may aspire to positions of authority, leadership roles, or recognition in their profession. Their identity and sense of self-worth may be strongly tied to their achievements and career success.They may strive to maintain a positive image in the eyes of others and uphold their integrity and credibility. Their actions and decisions may often be influenced by how they are perceived in their professional and social spheres.Your spouse may receive recognition and accolades for their hard work and accomplishments. They may strive for excellence in their chosen field and be motivated by the desire to achieve significant milestones and goals. Their achievements may bring them a sense of pride and fulfillment. There may be a need to balance their professional goals with personal life. Your spouse may invest considerable time and energy into their career, which could impact their family dynamics and relationships. Finding harmony between work and personal life may be an ongoing challenge. your spouse may have had influential authority figures or mentors who guided them in their career path. They may have learned valuable lessons from leaders in their field and benefited from mentorship or guidance that shaped their professional development.your spouse may have strong public speaking abilities and effective communication skills. They may excel in presenting ideas and networking with other people.

💖11th house : Your spouse may possess a visionary mindset, capable of seeing beyond current limitations and envisioning innovative solutions or possibilities for the future. They may inspire others with their forward-thinking ideas and aspirations.Your spouse may have a natural affinity for technology, whether it's through their career, hobbies, or social connection.Your spouse may have a diverse and influential network of friends, colleagues, or acquaintances. They may excel in building and maintaining relationships that span different social circles, which could benefit them professionally or personally.They may be actively involved in community initiatives, social groups, or online communities that align with their interests and values. Their contributions could range from advocacy for social causes to organizing events that promote collective well-being. They may advocate for social justice issues or champion reforms that contribute to a more equitable society. Your fs may have entrepreneurial inclinations , particularly in the areas of technology, innovation or social enterprise. They may be drawn to startups or ventures that harness creativity and connectivity for positive impact.They may have a keen interest in future trends, whether it's in technology, social movements, or cultural shifts. Their ability to anticipate changes and adapt accordingly could be a valuable asset in both personal and professional endeavors.

💖12th house : your spouse may have a rich inner life and be introspective by nature. They may value solitude and contemplation, finding spiritual fulfillment through practices like meditation, prayer, or introspective self-reflection.They may be drawn to helping professions or volunteer work that allows them to make a difference in people’s lives.Your spouse may have a talent for creative expression through music, art, writing, or other forms of artistic endeavor.Your spouse may have a deep interest in psychology, psychotherapy, or exploring the hidden aspects of the human psyche. They may be introspective about their own motivations, fears, and desires, seeking to understand themselves on a profound level. This introspective journey may also lead them to explore esoteric or mystical teachings.Your spouse may prefer peaceful, serene surroundings where they can retreat and recharge. They may have a knack for creating sacred spaces or environments conducive to relaxation and inner peace.They may have a quiet determination and inner fortitude that allows them to overcome obstacles and setbacks with grace and perseverance.The 12th house is often associated with karmic themes, past lives, and spiritual healing. Your spouse may be on a path of spiritual growth and transformation, seeking to resolve past issues or karma through self-awareness, forgiveness, and healing practices.

Thanks for reading 💓

- PIKO 💖

[randomness-is-my-order]

something about wei wuxian and wen qing’s relationship is so profoundly heartening and i think it’s because, in that first life, they were each other’s confidants in the sense that they voluntarily allowed the other person to see them at their most vulnerable and trust the other to take care of them. wei wuxian trusted wen qing to carry out the golden core transfer and trusted her when he was helpless on that bed, his core cut out from him. and wen qing could think of no one else but wei wuxian to help her when she was in her most dire circumstances, trusting him to help her and her family out when no one else would.

“all that pride–all gone.”

at her lowest, wen qing went to wei wuxian and allowed him to see her that way. partly because her family was so much more important than a game of saving face and partly because if there was someone who would see her in such a state and not think ill of her and continue to respect her, it was wei wuxian. because he’s also been at his worst, circumstantially, and it was exactly in those days that their initial bond/friendship was forged.

there is alot of talk about debts when wwx and the wens are concerned but i think the way they helped each other transcends the obligation of debts. of course, you simply cannot overlook who was owed what, given the setting but it’s interesting that we have this passage to make us reflect on the true nature of wei wuxian and wen qing helping each other:

when wei wuxian had bid her farewell, carrying jiang cheng on his back, wen qing had told him this: “no matter how this war ends, we do not owe each other anything from now on. our debts are cleared.” her haughtiness was clear as day in his memory. but last night, she had clutched his hand in a death grip and almost dropped to her knees as she pleaded.

“wei wuxian…wei wuxian…wei-gongzi. please help me. i have no one else to turn to. you have to help me save a-ning! i really have no one else, i can only come to you!”

it’s the way that following wen qing’s refuge of wei wuxian and jiang cheng, there was a sentiment of: oh the wens did this to you and now we, also wens, have helped you just to compensate a little. let’s settle these debts and leave them behind. and this is despite wen qing clearly stating that the wen clan’s actions do NOT reflect her own and that she’s only ever saved lives, not taken any. and yet she declares “our” debts as cleared as if she had taken some accountability anyway. it’s part that and part her attempt to obscure what her actions towards wwx and jc truly were: an unconditional show of support and help. and wei wuxian knows this and it is only reasonable and honorable to still see the help as a debt owed later down the line.

and the same thing repeats itself when wen qing comes to wei wuxian and explicitly asks for help. there is a sense that this isn’t about some give-and-take or reciprocation of prior debts. it is simply a person reaching out to someone in their most desparate times, hoping their hand will be held. and wei wuxian does hold her hand and they remain each other’s staunch supporters through the rescue and the hellish survival in the burial mounds that follows.

wei wuxian trusts wen qing with his wounds and wen qing opens up her most loved ones to wei wuxian’s care. for two people who spent their lives looking after their loved ones, shouldering massive burdens and going through the destruction of their respective clans, their intrinsic understanding of each other makes their bond so special, so grounded. they both took massive risks to help each other out and they both did what was right over what was easy to extend that help to each other.

despite my fair share of problems with the cql, i appreciated that scene with wq and jc where wen qing made it clear that she couldn’t pursue anything with jiang cheng because he wouldn’t stand by her. he simply didn’t have the guts. and this is reflected in the novel canon, in the sense, that if debts owed are the metric to measure who could have helped wen qing, jiang cheng was also on the list and he was obligated to aid her as much as, if not more than wei wuxian (and i say this because the whole reason wwx ended up staying under wen qing’s extended care was because jc was injured. he would’ve left as soon as he was discovered had he been alone). and yet wen qing doesn’t ever approach jiang cheng. her only option is wei wuxian because she knows, deep down, that he would truly help her and go to greater lengths for her than any debts would warrant. that he would understand.

and thing is, despite being the outliers of their clans, they both (+wen ning) embodied their mottos. “attempt the impossible”/“knowingly do what you know you cannot do” for the jiangs and “every kindness should be returned” for the wens (very hilarious ik) and that is just one amongst the hundreds of commonalities they shared.

and all of this doesn’t even account for the fact that they basically died for each other. if this isn’t platonic love at its best, most brutal, most beautiful, then what is?

[banquetwriter]

୨୧ Soggy Socks ୨୧

pairing: Joel Miller ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ implied soft!dom Joel, shy!joel, post TLOU 1 but pre TLOU 2, reader is basically ellie's mom, Joel and Ellie are friends here, passionate sex, no explicit aftercare, Joel is a little timid and shy and gives game and hbo Joel bc I love both smh

summary: ʚ two late-night fear driven bed talks leads to some well… bed talking ɞ

Words: 5.2k

A/N: omg hi, this isn't beta read and I'm a weird headspace lately and I hope this turned out ok I think its horrible low-key.

The cold air of the house clings to your frame. Yet another nightmare plagued your mind. The horrors of the world are not soon forgotten in your brain. You wrapped your arms around yourself. The thin fabric of your sleep shirt is both cold and warm as you leave the relative safety and warmth of your bed.

Your footsteps are light to not wake a sleeping Ellie. You tiptoe past her room and make it to where exactly you didn't want to. You stood in front of Joel’s. It was hard to define your relationship with the older man but one thing was clear to you. Your relationship transcended the perturbable barriers of society.

You both loved each other that much was clear to you, the crazy look he got in his eye when he thought something or someone was going to hurt you. His strong body guarded yours. You knew you craved him to a worrying level. It was true.

One time on the road someone came up behind you and threatened you. You slowly started to give the thief what he wanted, Joel wasn't going to allow that. He killed him.

It was the first time he had ever directly protected you. Not Ellie and you. Just you. You turned around, cheeks tear-stained and a lot of looks in your eyes. You faced him with nothing but fear, not of him but of the situation. Ellie looked between both of you with her fearful look.

Joel’s face fell seeing your scared expression. “Hey hey you're ok,” he whispered causelessly, setting down the weapon he used to save you. You clambered into his arms shocking the salt and pepper-haired man.

“Thank you, I'm so sorry,” you whispered back to him. His rough warm calloused hands found the back of your neck. His pine scent engulfed you as his strong arms wrapped around your body shielding you. He made you feel so safe.

It was a feeling you craved every day since then. You quietly knocked on his door with your left hand bringing your other hand to open his door. You peer into the room. You see his sleeping form tangled up in blankets.

“Joel?” you ask, peering over him. His snores fill the room. “Joel,” you say more sternly. You can see his eyes open taking in your surroundings. He shifts suddenly, whipping around to see you. You blink slightly embarrassed at waking him up. “What's wrong?” he said his sleepy face filled with concern.

The embarrassment fills your body into your bones. “I- nothing in sorry go back to sleep,” you whispered attempting to leave. Joel wasn't gonna have that. He sat up further, “Y/n.” His voice is stern. You paused, biting your lip before turning back.

“What’s goin’ on?” he asks, chest rising and falling more rapidly. It's now you notice he’s just in some plaid boxers. And only the boxers. His bare chest is illuminated by the moonlight leaking through his windows. “I just- I couldn't sleep I guess. Nightmare,” you mumbled your words scratching the back of your neck.

Suddenly the room didn't feel so cold. It felt hot. Like his laser gaze on you. Your eyes didn't catch his, fearful of what you might find. Scrutiny maybe? Judgment surely. “Hey,” he said causing you to look up.

“C’mere,” he whispered. This was different. The two of you, minus his life-saving hug, had never been so intimate before. Not physically anyway. Maybe emotionally sure. The occasional handhold when Ellie wasn't watching was all you both managed.

You took a sharp breath almost running to the opposite of the bed. He moved over to meet you sitting down slowly. “What was it about? Your dream?” he asked, his voice was sweet.

“Nightmare,” you corrected him with a small pout. He smiled sadly at you. “Alright, what was your nightmare about?” he asked looking you up and down. Your eyes fluttered slightly at his gaze suddenly nervous under his beautiful eye.

He must have noticed your sudden shift in demeanor and poor sweet Joel trying to help reached out his strong hand and placed it on top of yours. You felt a small flash of heat to your core as you tried not to think about how his hands felt. “It's ok, it's ok. M’ right here baby.” oh lord he had never used that word before.

It was most likely the early morning tired still in his brain. “It's not a big thing. It's silly really,” you whispered releasing a small amount of tension in your body leaning towards his form slightly.

He looked up at you from the bed, his puppy dog eyes seemingly able to think every thought before you thought it. He shook his head. “S’not silly. Now would ya please tell me what the hell is going on?” he asked, his voice low.

“I just was out there again. With you. And she and I don't know why or how but-but someone got us. They had a gun to your head Joel and it was so scary-” you started. Fiddling with your fingernails. His hand is placed over your hands, reminding you to stop picking.

He hated that you did that. ‘Tore up your damn hands’ he would always comment.

“I watched you die in front of me, but I couldn't do anything about it. I was so scared but Ellie I had to watch her. I don't remember much but all I know was I needed to get her out and I did and I woke up.” you rambled, and the words felt like they were slipping and pouring out of you.

Small tears prickled at your eyes as you tried to get a full breath in. It felt silly being worked up over a made-up tradegity. You let out an involuntary gasp, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you stated at Joel. His face fell his shoulder relaxing as he sat up.

“Hey hey c’mere.” he nearly commands, moving his entire body towards you. If it's a command or not you listen. Sobs wrack through your body as he once again consumes your body, mind, and soul. “Hey hey pretty none of this cryin’ ok? I'm right here,” he says, shaking his head, and pulling your body into his lap.

His warm chest collided with your face as tears streamed down your cheek. He shushes you slightly, his hand finding the back of your neck rocking you slightly. “I know it's scary but it ain't real, I'd never leave you or Ellie ever pretty ok?” Joel’s voice vibrated through his body and you could feel it.

It didn't matter how much reminding you that he was still here you still cried. You weren't sure how long but you did. After what seemed like a few minutes, you were just idly sniffling against his chest.

It was time for you to leave the comfort and face your now cold bed. You wiped your tears away and began to sit up. “Thank you,” you whispered. The bed creaked under your weight shifting. The air between you seems to stills as you attempt to leave.

“I was thinking maybe you stay. For tonight.” his voice cuts the silence. You stop in your tracks confused. You turn back to him. He propped himself on one arm, the other resting on his leg. “Joel. You don't know what you're doing,” you whispered to him.

“Yeah. I do,” he says looking at the empty bed space in front of him. You held your breath as you sat down. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” you hear yourself asking.

“Just to make sure you're alright. Been thinkin’ about it for a while now anyways.” Joel says. His words are confident but his face betrays him. His face was filled with worry. “It's just we've never shared a bed before. I can't just go back to normal, after doing something intimate like this,” you confessed.

“I-I know,” Joel said looking down for a second before looking back up again. “If you're ok with it,” he said, looking down again. You don't reply with words. You simply climb into the bed with him. His scent fills your nose.

Joel settles as a big spoon wrapping his arm around your stomach. Slotting against you perfectly. Neither of you said anything with words but placing a soft kiss on his wrist spoke volumes. As his soft kiss on your neck spoke in response.

To say that was the best sleep of your life would be an understatement, to say the least. You soon enter slumber and let it take you. And take you it did.

Joel felt you snuggle into his side. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath he pictures a world where maybe he isn't so hard to love. Maybe the infected don't roam the earth. Maybe you're married and living somewhere in the suburbs. He has Sarah still, AND Ellie.

Maybe that isn't so fictional now he has both his girls in Jackson. You and Ellie that is. Maybe that's why he places another soft kiss, this time one on your hairline.

When you woke the next morning there was a severe lack of Joel next to you. Feeling your heart drop you now had to understand how on earth you were going to now have to face him. You were tangled in his sheets covered in his smell.

You sat up rubbing your eyes, swinging your legs over the bed, and yawning. You stepped quietly out of the room, letting the door softly click behind you. You heard the sizzle of food being cooked. You rounded the corner to find Ellie at the table scribbling away at her journal.

Joel was the one over the stove. His eyes met you. His face softened and a small smile overtook his concentrated features. He didn't look mad. “Oh guess who decided to join us,” Ellie said with a smirk, closing her notebook.

You roll your eyes at her, pulling the chair next to her. “Good morning to you too kiddo,” you said ruffling her hair. She grumbled fixing her hair. “Woke up just n’ time,” Joel said softly, holding a pan of what you assumed was scrambled eggs.

You pulled an empty plate from the stack of three sitting in the middle of the dining table. That was new. It's not like Joel excluded you from eating or something but he never exactly made a meal for all three of you. Minus when you guys tracked across the country together.

You smile up at him with messy hair and an empty plate. His gaze softens even more if that's possible, taking his utensil and shoveling a heavy amount of eggs (called it) and some sausage links onto your plate. “Thanks, Hun, Oh shit when did you pick these up?” you asked, picking up some utensils for you and Ellie.

You set them next to her and she hardly acknowledged it as Joel shoveled some onto her plate too. “Oh uh picked them up this morning,” Joel said nonchalantly. You smiled softly as she began to shovel food at lightning speed. Joel’s eyes look at his daughter before looking back at you.

You both shared a knowing look as you began to eat and Joel started to plate his own food, setting the pan back into the stove. “Where were you this morning?” Ellie asked, between gulps. “Uhhh.” you started as you were about to take a bite.

Joel’s eyes shoot up in panic. You blow a quick breath out before shoving food into your mouth. “What do you mean sweetheart?” you mumbled through your food gathering more food with your fork.

Joel follows suit and chooses to not say anything. “Well, I tried, to wake you up today so I could use your bathroom because the main one gets cold as shit, PLUS Joel doesn't clean up the water after he showers so my sock gets all fucking wet,” she says through heaves of food.

Joel’s face blushes a slight pink, slightly embarrassed by Ellie’s words. “I must have just been in the bathroom or something I don't know,” you said shrugging. The rest of the breakfast is spent in relative peace and quiet until Ellie finishes and stands up abruptly.

“Seconds if you want 'em’” Joel says to her nodding to the stove. “Fuck yeah,” she says before checking her watch. “Oh shit. I gotta go.” Ellie says, realizing the time. She places her dish in the sink. Before running off to her room.

“Hey. Where are you running off to?” Joel shouts after her. She doesn't respond, instead she comes bounding out with her pack in hand frantically looking around for her jacket. “Fucking jacket,” she mumbles.

You smile to yourself remembering what it was like to be a teenage girl. She slips it on running to the door. “Hey where are you off to?” you ask, turning around in your chair. She turns back out of breath.

“Friends. I'm gonna go see friends,” she says, placing her on her hip. She must think you were born yesterday. “Oh friends huh?” you say scrunching your eyebrows.

“Yeah. Friends.” She reasons. “You sure you're not going to see Cat?” you ask tilting your head. “I-am not getting into this with you,” she says, rolling her eyes and promptly leaving. You pierce your lips together and look at the man sitting across from you.

He stays silent as you both eat. Shying away from eye contact. But he didn't seem mad. “Got you somthin’ for ya, when you're done w’breakfast I’ll give it to ya,” he says nodding, still unable to look you in the eye.

“You could give it to me now, right?” you say with a slight smirk. A smirk tugs on Joel's features as he caves. He walks over to his jacket hanging up on a coat rack. He shuffles through the pocket and reveals a small bag of something.

For being a man who has survived this long it was almost funny seeing him sheepishly hand you chocolate. You gasp as you take it. “Joel!” you say immediately taking a piece out.

He doesn't say anything, just smiling to himself at your reaction. “If I didn't know any better I'd think you're being sweet on me,” you said placing the piece in your mouth. Joel continues not to say anything just staring at you trying his hardest not to smile.

His silence causes you to look up. “Oh my god you are being sweet!” you said. “Saw it when I was picking up breakfast stuff today and figured it would make you happy,” he said, placing his hands on his hips like it wasn't a big deal.

“Joel Miller has a crush on me!” you sang while taking another piece of chocolate. “M’ a little old for a crush don't you think?” he asked. “You're never too old for a crush Joel,” you said smiling.

There was a pause. Your eyes met each other and a certain electricity filled the air. It made your stomach erupt with butterflies. The beat of your heart doubled, and he took a slow step toward you. You leave the chocolate on the table, standing up.

“Yeah? M’not too old?” he asks as his body approaches yours. He was referencing the crush joke but you knew his words were deeper than that. He was asking you if he was too old. He sure as hell wasn't.

“You can never be too old, not to me at least,” you whispered. You tried to be full voiced but it didn't come out that way. Joel's eyes seemed to go darker as he stopped in front of you. There was a split second of hesitation before you felt his lips crash onto yours.

“Mmmm Joel,” you whispered against his lips. “Shh I know,” he whispered back. His rough hands find the sides of your face. His lips were surprisingly soft as they met with yours.

After a moment or two, he pulls away, resting his forehead on top of yours. Joel wasn't good with words, never has been, and probably won't be. This was a big change for him. Allowing himself to love you. God, it felt so good.

“M’gonna be late f’patrols.” He whispered, not moving. “You should probably leave then,” you replied as he pulled you into him. “Yeah. I will. Just need to say goodbye s’ all.” he offered you. That wasn't it and you both knew it.

Who knew Joel could be such a softie? You were glad either way. “Goodbye Joel,” you whispered with a smile. He let out a huff, pulling away and while you tried to remain stoic in the moment the loss of his warmth was such a tragic feeling.

Joel grudgingly got his things together and set out to the stables. His mind swirls with thoughts of you. Jesus he needs to get a grip he isn't some teenage boy who's just had his first kiss. But he sure feels like it.

The days seem to fly by you both as trying to get a handle on your life in Jackson is taking time. It's been four days since Joel kissed you, and you haven't had a moment alone since. Both of you work different patrolling shifts, or Ellie was there, and the only time to sneak in some hugs or touches was fleeting and Joel wanted to be a gentleman about the situation.

That doesn't mean you two weren't talking, however. As Joel came back from a later patrol shift covering for someone he found you and Ellie curled up with a book. “So wait, why doesn't Jo like Laurie?” he heard Ellie asking.

“Because sweetheart it's not that simple-” you started. “Ugh, whatever,” Ellie said, cutting you off. Joel rounded the corner. “Oh hey, the dinosaur is back!” Ellie said with a smile before looking at you. You poorly held back a smile as Joel rolled his eyes.

He plopped next to you on the couch wrapping his arm around your body. Ellie mindlessly snuggles into your side. It was so uniquely domestic. Joel wishes he could find an opportunity to talk to you about all of this. An opportunity doesn't come.

You don't miss his kindness, however. Every day when he cooks breakfast for you or leaves a secret note (which is adorable by the way). Telling you about how he needs a moment alone with you and it almost becomes a race to find it.

To find the time to exist with no eyes to find you. To explore what you two were before making things ‘public’. You agreed. Your feelings feel like they are spilling over into your whole life.

One night as it takes you and Joel every ounce of being not to jump across the table to be with each other Ellie is oddly quiet. “What's up kiddo?” you ask. “Uh, there is a sleepover at Cat’s house,” Ellie said as casually as she could.

Joel dropped his fork over his plate. Your eyes met. “Oh? Anyone else… gonna be there?” you ask her to try to be calm. The thought of Ellie going over to her girl… friend’s house for a sleepover would raise the heart rate of any parents but especially Joel.

“Oh yeah Jessie and Dina will be too,” she said, nodding secretly crossing her fingers. “A boy? No. You're staying here tonight.” Joel said firmly, re-picking up his fork. “What? Are you fucking kidding me?” Ellie said, annoyed.

Joel raised his hand about to explain to her why exactly she couldn't go but you interjected. “Joel,” you said calmly. “Maybe she should go.” both of them shoot you bewildered looks. He begins to shake his to disagree with you. “Joel Cat’s house is a short walk and if there are other people there it will be safe right?” you ask looking over at Ellie.

She shakes her head admitly. “Yeah, totally safe.” She reasons. He clenches his jaw, brow furrowing. “Fine. But if I find out any funny business happened so help me god m’ never letting you leave this house again,” he said sternly, warning her with a finger.

Eventually, Ellie scarf down all of her food and comes out with a little bag full of sleepover stuff and just about runs out of the house. And for the first time in days, it's just you and Joel.

You turn the big overhead light off sticking to the lamps in your room. You had just gotten snuggled into your bed when a small knock on your door disrupts you. “Come in,” you say and the door creaks open.

Joel in all of his domestic glory walks in. “Hey.” you breathe out with a smile. He turns to shut the door, his head held low. He sits on the edge of your bed. “Needed to talk to ya. W’out Ellie hearing.” he reasons gesturing in the air.

This wasn't what you thought was going to happen. “Joel? Baby? What's wrong?” you asked scared of why he was acting the way he was. He turns to face you slowly. His eyes were sad, his lip pouring and quivering slightly.

“Hey-” you said, setting your book down, moving to capture him in a hug. He turns looking down. You can see the tears start to fall from his eyes. You waste no time crawling down your bed and wrapping your arms around his shoulders trying to comfort him.

He leans into your touch as he cries. It's the first time you have ever seen him cry before. “Joel,” you whisper, sliding your hand to his face. “M’just too scared to lose ya. If we keep this up this little dream we have. I could lose it all. Me. M’ not fast enough, O-or I move too slow- ill me the cause of losing the two people in this world who love me back.” he confesses.

The words weigh on your chest like a thousand bricks. You opened your mouth to try and help but nothing came out. You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing almost to try and ground him.

A sob wracked through his body. “Joel, I am here because of you,” you said at last. He doesn't move, just inhaling a stuttered breath. “For the entire time I have known you I have not doubted your abilities for a damn second,” you reassured him. He finally looks up.

His sad puppy dog eyes make your heart hurt. Your hands find the sides of his face. “I am here because of you. I am safe because of you ok? And Joel even if something did happen it wouldn't be your fault. You're not responsible for us, ok?” you tried to reason with him.

“I am. I'm supposed to protect what is mine I-” he stops himself, his eyes flashing with fear. “Maybe it's our turn to protect what is ours Joel,” you whispered to the very broken man in front of you.

“And you are ours.” you finished, sitting up away from him. “Don't even know why m’here m’sorry,” he says standing up. Your hand reaches for his arm. You shake your head slightly encouraging him to sit back down.

He doesn't respond, only cautiously leaning in. You fill the space for him, your lips meeting in perfect harmony. This kiss, unlike your first one, had a need. An urge to be close. And as you slowly leaned back Joel followed you almost chasing you so far your head hit your pillows.

His bigger body practically cages you in. While you loved the kissing you needed more and you knew the salt-and-pepper-haired man needed it too. Your hand left the side of his face and trailed down to his belt buckle. You pulled it slightly.

The mischievous interaction left Joel practically melting in your hands. You decided to continue your humor. Your hand trailed down further meeting his bulge. Was he hard from kissing? Cute. Your fingers dragged over his member.

“Hard already?” you asked, slightly teasing him. With your flirty voice. His dark eyes glanced up from his forehead. “I ain't hard yet darlin’,” he said through an amused chuckle.

He does not miss the way your jaw gapes openly slightly. Shit, he was big. “And you're this big? Old where Miller.” you quipped after picking up your jaw. He chuckled slightly, a small pink tint forming on his tear-stained cheeks.

You smirk, continuing to massage his dick over his clothes. Continue to open your mouth and kiss him as you feel the warmth under your hand slowly grow hard. “Mmm fuck, you are making it hard to leave darlin’,” he said out of breath.

“Good,” you said, going back in for a kiss but this time on his jawline. You continue to pepper them down to his neck, sucking and nibbling as you go down. “You're so warm Joel,” you murmur, pulling away. “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nod, biting your lip deciding you couldn't take any more teasing. Your hand finds his and slowly brings it to your torso, his eyes seemingly glossing over at realizing what you were doing.

“I need you, Joel,” you whispered. “I gotcha, promise, I've gotcha,” he said using both of his hands to slowly pull your sleep pants and panties down. The cold hair clinging to your warm skin.

“Fuck baby,” he said looking at your perfect glistening cunt. “I need you Joel please,” you begged. “Shhh I'll give it to ya jus’ gotta be patient.” he reprimanded, sliding his hands up your shirt. His hands were warm as he slowly groped your tits. You whined feeling yourself ache in between your legs.

Your arousal oozes out, tempting Joel. “Sit up,” he demands, gesturing with his fingers. You eagerly sit up. He removed your shirt quickly, his eyes marveling at your naked form. He'd seen a few women in his lifetime and none of them were as beautiful and breathtaking as you.

He must have been staring for too long because your voice broke him out of his trance. “Joel?” your voice was so sweet it could have killed him then and there. “Yeah…” he said trailing off finally peeling his eyes away from your tits and to your face.

“Can you take your shirt off too?” you asked so politely. Joel looked down to see he was still in his clothes, feeling his now hard cock strained against his pants was a suffocating feeling but Joel was a gentleman and there is no universe he would cum before you.

“Course’,” he said, discarding his flannel, his shirt goes next. You let out a moan looking at his beautiful body. Broad strong shoulders and arms down to his little old man tummy. Fuck.

Your hooded eyes filled with love (and lust) must have done something to him because those same strong arms and hands connected to your naked thighs. Rubbing them up and down.

You both stayed silent as he slowly encroached on your sensitive bundle. Eventually, his hands made it all the way up as he observed the way you clenched around nothing. “Joel I'm ready please I need you.”

That was all he needed to slowly start rubbing your clit. You were slick with arousal, his finger eventually dipping in, and your leg shook with the feeling of him adding another finger.

He pumped slowly but steadily, hitting that soft spot just right. “Oh fuck Joel.” you gasped. It had been so long since you felt this from anyone, well maybe something similar… you had never felt this good with anyone else ever before.

“S’that feel good?” He asked me to bring his thumb to rub your clit. You frantically nod. “Please come kiss me.” you begged him. He eagerly bent down to you. Devouring all your moans as he continued his ministrations.

You felt the familiar feeling in your belly, like a coil snapping as your breath became frantic and your whines increased. Joel knew your climax had reached when you clenched around his fingers. You let out a loud moan as you pulled away for air, legs shaking violently.

Joel watched with admiration as your face contorted with pleasure. He slowly pulled out of you, if he felt like he was melting before he had to be a puddle by now.

You looked up at it and you couldn't help but smile. Your hand reached out for his belt. You tugged on it, he took a deep breath trying to prepare for what he has wanted to since he met you.

“So needy mm?” he says undoing his belt and tossing it to the floor. His jeans follow suit, his erection slapping against his tummy.

Precum leaked for the tip. He was eager. “Only for you Miller.” he chuckled, placing his hand above your head as he aligned himself with you.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, looking into your eyes for any sign of discomfort. He didn't find any. “I'm 100% sure,” you reassured and spread your legs as best you could. Using the headboard as an anchor he slowly pushed into you.

“Fuck.” whimpered as your warm soft walls clenched around him. A piercing pain filled your body as he bottomed out. You sucked in a sharp breath.

“You need me to stop? It's not too late.” he said, reassuring you. You shook your head. “Joel I need you to fuck me,” you demanded. He understood and began to do exactly that.

You moaned out for each other. Nails scratching his beautiful back with every movement. If it had been a while since you'd done this it must have been decades for Joel because he felt like he was gonna let go at any moment.

“M’ not gonna last,” he whispered in your ear, tugging slightly. “Me either.” you whimpered back. As your bodies collided your coils tightened and tightened.

“God dammit. Fuck, you are so fucking tight baby. Squeezing me as you love me huh?” he growled from on top of you. “I. Do. Love. You.” you squeaked after his thrusts. And that must have been what he needed to hear because his hips stuttered and he practically kissed your cervix with his cum.

Which was enough for you as you clamped down on him. After a minute he pulled out of you gasping for air. “Fuck Joel you're so good.” you praised sitting up and rolling on top of him. He peppered your face with little kisses.

“I love you too baby.”

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“Hey Ellie, me and Joel have something to tell you,” you said, approaching her as she sat at the table. “Oh shit what's up?” she asked. “You can start using my bathroom so you won't have to share,” you said and she cocked her head to the side.

“Well, actually you can use that whole room…” you said with a small smile forming on your lips. Your eyes darted to Joel who had been stressing out over having this conversation.

“Because me and Joel are gonna be sharing a room ok?” you said plainly. She looked between you two for a moment then smiled. “Oh shit! Congrats!” she said before going back to her book. You and Joel begin to walk away but not before Ellie has the last word.

“Just don't let me hear you guys.”

“Ellie!”

[ghostgirl101]

Being Loved By Paul Atreides

A/N: Quick lil blurb headcanon thingy while I work on my next set of hcs between a Feyd and Paul love triangle 🙃

Being loved by Paul Atreides would mean that you're never alone, not inside your mind or out of it. The Water of Life gave him the pooling knowledge to break into others' and he almost always knows how you're feeling, without even having to say a word. Even if you're quiet about how you feel and are usually good at pushing things down and hiding them away, Paul always manages to bring the to light, and you'll know you're caught out when you look up from where you are to immediately catch his blue-in-blue gaze locked onto yours with a knowing look. Sometimes the knowing look turns a bit cocky when what you're thinking about happens to be him.

Being loved by Paul Atreides would mean that you're an anchor to his humanity and burden as the Messiah, having a profound and unbreakable bond tied with you that transcends any ordinary relationship. The love he feels for you is a force in itself, scarily powerful and true and darkly pure, that no other force in the Known Universe could sever it.

Being loved by Paul Atreides would mean that you're the only one to see him at his smallest and most vulnerable, in between council meetings and fights in his name during the Holy War breaking out over the worlds, the guilt that racks him to his core and makes him want to hide away from it all. The nights that are spent clinging to you so tightly that your skin goes pale by his hard grip, and there's nothing more to feel but the overwhelming heat of his body pressed up as close as it can against your own, his dark hair tickling your neck and face while he burrows into your neck to smell nothing but the soft signature scent of you, and of home.

Being loved by Paul Atreides would mean that every touch, gesture, and moment of closeness feels like something more, like every action to pull you in closer isn't just physical, but a mental strain too, to merge your thoughts and sense of self with his own, so much so that it's almost suffocating.

Being loved by Paul Atreides would mean that you're never protected more than you are when you're under his fierce, observant watch and devotion. He insists that he doesn't need his guards or watchmen as he can look after himself, with heightened senses and strength enough to know what's coming his way in the present moments and the hidden intentions of those around him, and so they're sent to watch over you instead with keen eyes and strict instruction. If Paul himself is not standing watch over you by your side, you can feel his eyes on you, as if it's omnipresent, and god forbid anyone to let their gaze linger on you with a look he doesn't like, because that's a sure way to be sent down as a sacrifice to the sandworms.

Being loved by Paul Atreides would mean that the only advice or insight he's given that he would truly and wholly think over and consider would have to come from you and be believed by you without the influence of others, because his trust lies in you, and its enough to make him pause for a moment in thought as he pulls apart your words and all their meaning to see if they can fit in and around his plans.

Being loved by Paul Atreides would mean that he would never give a moment of a second's thought to any other man or woman but you, because he holds strong to the conviction that you're his soulmate and the leading light of his destiny. If you die, he dies inside with the last of his strength, and he'll embrace the desert with open arms to offer him up to the great Shai Hulud Himself.

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Series:

[Natasha]: My sweet Baby. (NSFW)

• You took your long awaited four-day vacation, for which you had saved your money for two years. That you had almost no money would be an understatement. You just manage to get through your college with two part-time jobs (for which you get far too little money).So what happens when you meet the most successful CEO in the world in an unknowingly overpriced café?

[Natasha] : Mafias Mistress (NSFW)

• Your life takes a drastic turn when you accidentally meet Natasha Romanoff, who lives a mysterious and seductive life behind her facade. Despite Natasha's initial resistance, your light and attraction ignite a fiery romance that sets both your worlds on fire. But as your love grows stronger, so does the danger, especially when you discover Natasha's true identity. Surrounded now by wealth and danger, you become the new center of Natasha's universe and your bond is put to the test.

[Natasha]: I hate you! (Angst)

• You were glad you escaped the hell trip. Even if it wasn't entirely your merit. You could finally smell the freedom you could only dream of before. However there was one person that disliked your presence since the moment you stepped foot on the campus. No matter what you do, you always get on her bad side. What happens when you find out the truth about her and she about you? Will her rivalry turn into your jobs or will it become something else?

[Natasha]: My sweet Student. (NSFW)

• You read and you dreamed about it. What if you fall in love with your teacher (who is also twice your age) and you can live your dream? She shows you your deepest sexual ideas and lives them out with you. On the shelf with the books and hello reality.

[Natasha]: Kingdom of secrets (NSFW)

• A story unfolds in the realm of celestria in which the younger Princess Y/n Dawn finds an unexpected connection with Lady Natasha Romanoff, the kingdom's revered and feared first female knight. Natasha, a skilled warrior known for her bravery on the battlefield and icy demeanor, is tasked by the king with protecting his daughter. As Natasha watches the princess grow, a complex and unexpected bond emerges between them that transcends the boundaries of age and status.

One shots:

SFW

[Natasha] Trust. (Angst/Fluff)

• You dealing with drug addiction post the loss of your girlfriend, Kate. Natasha aids you through withdrawal, relapses, and recovery.

[Natasha] Together. (Fluff)

• Sugar!Mommy Natasha is helping you through exams

[Natasha]: Afraid of loosing you. (Angst/Fluff)

• Natasha is your girlfriend of two years and is always overprotective over you. So what happens when you both get under an attack which priority it is to kill the black widow?

[Natasha] Paramedic. (Angst/Fluff)

• you have a motorcycle Accident and Natasha is a Paramedic

[Natasha] One step at a time. (Angst/Fluff)

• Natasha and the team help you cope with the loss of your leg.

[Natasha] Lines Crossed.(Fluff) Pt 2 (NSFW)

• Natasha and you are Enemies till you get hurt.

[Natasha] Fury and Friction. (Fluff)

• You both deny your feelings to each other and it leads to Anger

[Natasha] Whatever it takes. (Angst/fluff)

• Football!Player Natasha thought youre playing her and wants to brake your Heart first

[Natasha] I see you. (Angst/Fluff)

• You thought the forced marriage would be the end of you. But it turned into something more.

[Natasha] Walking through Fire. (Angst)

• Natasha can't handle your job and eventually regrets ending the Bond you once had.

[Natasha] Trough Darkness. (Angst/Fluff)

• You and Natasha meet a little girl who will need your help later.

[Natasha] Showing everything. (Fluff/Angst)

• Natasha is supposed to get close to you for an undercover mission. But she falls in love.

NSFW

[Natasha] Apologize.

• Natasha let you apologize to her employees

[Natasha] Reward. | Pt. 2

• Coach! Natasha x Player!Reader

[Natasha] Happy anniversary.

• Sugar!Mommy Natasha celebrates her anniversary with Sugar!Baby Reader

[Natasha] Oh, Baby.. | Pt. 2

• You break Natasha’s first rule. (NSFW)

[Natasha] Teacher!Nat x Teacher!Reader

• In a school where Prof!Natasha and Prof!Reader teach different languages, they have quite the contrasting reputations. Despite their differences, Natasha and Reader engage in playful flirting at work..

[Natasha] Cure.

• You got infected with the sex pollen and a red haired ..acquaintance offers to help you.

[Natasha] Distraction.

• Smutty hate sex with Boss!natasha and her assistant

[Natasha] Hidden.

• Natasha gets to know the real you.

[Natasha] Lesson.

• Jealous Natasha is teaching you a Lesson

[Natasha] The Van.

• G!P Natasha sits you on her member during a trip

[Heated] Heated. PT2

• It's Hate right?

[Natasha] Interrogation.

• Natasha use a different Method to get informations about you

[Natasha] Morning.

• you wake up a little too needy

[Natasha] I'm not going anywhere.

• Bodyguard!Natasha is falling in love with your stubbornness

[Natasha] Mine to Use. Pt2

• you habe to pay off your depths to Natasha

[Natasha] The Ticket.

• The officer had a good offer to let you trough your ticket

[Natasha] Never say Never.

• Your father's best friend, who is twice your age, has feelings for you

[Natasha] Never letting you go.

• You thought you were too late. But Natasha comes back to you.

[Natasha] Relaxing.

• Natasha ka giving you a Massage ans it leads to more.

[Natasha] Footage.

• Natasha fucks you inside the quinjet while the security cameras are filming.

[Natasha] Healing Touch.

• You are faking your orgasm. Natasha is helping you tobget a real one.

Natasha and Wanda:

[Natasha] Reversed.

• Natasha is dommed for the first time.

[WandaNat] Unholy. (NSFW)

• Wanda is a stripper and Nat took an interest in her

[WandanNat] Something different. (NSFW)

• Natasha and Reader are Dating and have a threesome with their friend Wanda

[WandaNat] Save Heaven. (NSFW)

• Natasha and Wanda are both fucking Reader and their Aftercare

[WandaNat] Bond. (NSFW/Fluff)

• Reader is calling out the Safeword

[WandaNat] Truth and Desire. (NSFW/Fluff)

• You got infected with a truth serum and they use it against you

[WandaNat] Helpless Desire. (NSFW/Fluff)

• Tied to a chair, you have to watch them pleasure themselves

[WandaNat] Comfort. (NSFW)

• They Comfort you after a Horror Movie and got inspired by a scene

[WandaNat] Lights out. (NSFW/Fluff)

• You calling your safeword

[WandaNat] The Widow and the Witch. (NSFW)

• The two mafia bosses want to find out who can make you feel better

[WandaNat] At your Pace. (NSFW/Fluff)

• The two women take your virginity and your father comes in

[jestercouture]

trash turns to treasure.

warnings: mentions of death/violence. mentions of nsfw [reader is not a participant...yet]

yandere! Hisoka Morow x Reader

this is the first chapter of multiple.

You didn’t know when you began to change in his eyes. Began that fateful shift into something that neither of you saw coming. The jester always seemed to command an aura of control about himself, although whether you thought it was deliberate was still up for debate. He could be unhinged, with his crazed amber eyes that spelled out ‘danger’ like a neon sign being luminous from a mile away, his purring way of speech that didn’t entirely put anyone at ease. 

Those cards fluttering past you coated with the stench of death was just one of many of his red flags that told you to stay away. And you did, to the absolute best of your ability. For as long as you lived, you decided, you would rather not be left alone or even trapped in the same crowd of people as Hisoka Morow. When you bargained with yourself whether or not to take on the arduous task of the Hunter Exam, it seemed he wormed his way into you, claws sinking in and whispering as both the devil and the angel. 

You didn’t understand how such a…being such as he could even conduct himself to appear as an angelic presence, but his looks served him marvellously in that regard. Flawless skin, vibrant eyes and lean, pulsing muscles fit to crush your throat; his looks alone would have thought him better suited for a runway or something. He looked angelic.

But look too close and one could see there was a chasm of darkness beneath his pretty boy exterior. It seemed endless as you stared into his eyes and tried to pull away. Hisoka seemed to beckon someone in and that was enough to leave them gasping, bleeding, pleading with him. Or near enough to death. 

You decided to pass that year for the exam, waiting wasn’t too much effort and you figured that he was so much higher up that he would wipe the floor with every other participant. As the rumours swirled and swallowed up the aftermath of it, you heard he killed one of the judges. 

Relief flooded you to say the least. Maybe you had a sick sense for that kind of thing. 

Hisoka wasn’t used to being held back by things; in fact he openly rejected such a notion, the belief that anyone could be trapped by insignificant situations made him feel a kind of discomfort that he could never quite put his delicate finger on. 

Never liked the conventional, easy way of taking things. 

That made those kinds of things ordinary, and Hisoka wasn’t ever going to be ordinary or average or boring. He was born to transcend expectations, push himself to the limit and break others in the process. So he never made time for those things in his life, boring events and stuffy people who meant absolutely nothing to him. 

So he met you, spared you a disinterested and pitiful glance and walked away. You were running errands he assumed, a small note clutched in your hand as you paraded through York New’s streets. He went to a grimy and hot bar where he met a subpar, poor excuse of a girl who claimed to be a model.

She did have the face for it, Hisoka remembered noting mentally, not like it mattered to him in the slightest. He fucked her and left her behind without so much as a goodbye. But he reflected upon the day's events with a strange sense of need, the thought of you floating back into his mind. You had paid each other no mind and yet…there was something that refused to let up about you. 

Why couldn’t he just forget? York New was home to millions, rich or poor. No one was the same and that’s why he treasured the city in a way. He loved the variations and the differences between everyone he came across. It was exhilarating. People want different things, have their own agendas and it was like an endless puzzle trying to figure them out. 

What did you want? What did you desire? 

What would you give everything for?

You didn’t let up on your true intentions the first time he saw you, sure you could have just been on an average shopping spree for whatever menial reasoning…but how could he know that for sure? 

You surely appeared to be average enough, but Hisoka didn’t tend to keep mental tabs on someone he wasn’t intending to forget. 

You seemed to barely notice him there in the street. And it took just a small glance to realise it, but he could have sworn he had seen you somewhere else before. 

Now what was it? 

Ah. He remembered. The Hunter Exam, the one that just concluded this year. You were one of the final participants, one of the ones who actually got their licence and succeeded. You didn’t look like you would be able to hold your own, but he didn’t like to judge someone’s cover.

Actions meant more to him than anything. 

You didn’t seem too remarkable when he finally saw you once again at the doors of a very luxurious hotel, located in high-end York New, seemingly lost and looking a bit pitiful. 

Hisoka could be nice, couldn’t he? Show his little friend where to go and really help her out. 

Cursing to yourself, you looked down at the map on your phone once more, only growing more ire as street names and the road signs seemed to blur together in the stress. What was the point of planning a trip if the location wasn’t even easy to find?

“Are you lost by any chance?” 

A low voice cuts through to you in your silent frenzy, and your head snaps up to see the man you’ve been avoiding for months. It’s Hisoka, eyes wide in curiosity, yet you can see a shimmer of something else in them. You aren’t sure you want to know what it is. All of a sudden you hear a chuckle, and your heart begins to thud against your rib cage so painfully because this is how you die, this is how you were always going to die-

“Relax, pet. Don’t look so nervous…now where are you heading off to in such a rush?~”, not letting up, Hisoka dragged his gaze down to capture your eyes with his, giving you no room to move away. His arms were folded, one hand holding a playing card between his fingers with complete nonchalance. His eyes are a dangerous goldish yellow, cutting into you with a look of what you believed to be interest. 

“I-I just have to get to some place to eat, I-I’ll figure it out though, thank you for the offer!”, you scrambled and stuttered, eyes widening as you shrunk away from his tall frame. Hisoka leaned away for a moment, placing his fingers under his chin as a thinking pose. Pleading silently, please take that and go, please leave me alone. 

 But no such luck ever seems to happen to you. Hisoka simply turned back to you, smiling and his hands now reaching out towards your face and smiled even wider when you backed away. The smell of bubblegum was starting to make you feel sick, but how was it only now you’d noticed it? 

“Nonsense, I can’t have a sweet thing like you get hopelessly lost in such a big bad city now could I?,” he swoops down to your level, bending over slightly to get a better look at you.

You were trying to get away, eyes darting all over to try to find some way to get out of this. His voice seemed to invade your head, along with that suffocatingly sweet scent that seemed to emanate from him.  “In fact, I think you need a trustworthy escort, don’t you? I’m more than up for it if you’d like.”

Something went off, a glaring signal that says he wasn’t just offering to go with you. His tone sounded teasing, but a layer of danger lurked underneath. 

Hisoka was telling you what he was going to do. And he was daring you to refuse him.

 In hindsight, had he been an ordinary man you would have been more likely to accept without issues. But you had seen what he was capable of; he enjoyed tearing opponents apart. If you refused him, he would surely find a way into forcing you. If you did find it in yourself to allow him to ‘escort’ you, that wouldn’t guarantee your survival either. 

But you had to answer him. 

And so you did. Defeatedly. 

You weren’t surprised by the fact that Hisoka was talking your ear off as he ‘escorted’ you to your destination, asking a million questions yet never seeming to take an interest in your answers. What was he even trying to dig up out of you? Why would any of it matter?

He never bothered to divulge anything about himself, and his golden eyes seemed to gleam even further as you hesitated to each question he asked. He loved that you were so unsure, so cautious. You were just so delightful, and Hisoka found himself feeling just a tad deflated once the two of you had reached the final destination. 

Pulling your arm out of his grip was a task, his arm was lean and strong enough to snap it in half, meaning you had to smoothly attempt to get out from his tight hold without signing a death sentence. He doesn’t fight you on it, instead opting to simply allow his own arm to fall to his side and let you go momentarily. 

Before you left him, you halted in your movements and turned to him, rather stiffly and looked to Hisoka. Opening your mouth, you went to breathe out a ‘thank you’ but stopped short of speech. Your eyes met his, defiantly and you conceded to politeness.

“Thank you, um, for taking me here.” He simply gazed at you for a second, and you could have sworn that you saw a glint of something other than hunger. Hisoka closed his eyes and nodded his head. 

“You’re very welcome, my dear. I couldn’t just let you struggle to navigate Yorknew, could I?”, his voice was still teasing, but not without an underlying softness as he spoke. He took out his cards, flicking through and inspecting them as though it were the first time. He took one out, caressed it almost, then handed it to you with two carefully maintained fingernails. 

Without batting an eye, you reached out and took it from him just as carefully. Your eyes flitting to him once again, searching for a threat that he could thrust on you at any moment. You had the playing card nestled between your fingers, scanning it. 

“I would love it if we saw each other again, I did rather enjoy this little adventure of ours!~” Hisoka was almost singing as he watched you take his card, eyes widening in satisfaction and interest. Nodding, you looked behind you at your destination, taking steps to enter the establishment. 

“Thanks again…Hisoka. I’ll…see you around maybe.”

The jester didn’t take his eyes off you even after you entered the place. 

He made sure you could feel his stare as you walked away. Hisoka could only wish he could have seen your reaction when looking at his card. 

[hiiragimare]

Gynger’s Motivation and Emotional Evolution

1. Initial Motivation:

When Gynger first approached Sebastian, her emotions carried a mixture of purpose and personal goals. She likely recognized Sebastian’s unique determination and ambition, qualities that aligned with her own needs—perhaps for power, solutions to her predicaments, or support in her plans. Gynger seems naturally drawn to strong and complex individuals, as such relationships not only provide her with resources but also align with her strategic goals.

2. Gradual Emotional Involvement:

However, as she spent more time with Sebastian, she started seeing him as more than just a tool or an ally. His intensity, boldness, and even his stubbornness began to attract her. This attraction likely stemmed from admiration, compassion, and a resonance with his struggles. Gynger’s feelings thus entered a state of “emotional chaos”—she both relied on his strength and became emotionally entangled, though she may have felt conflicted or even guilty about the duality of her intentions.

3. The Inner Conflict:

Gynger’s pragmatic nature prevented her from fully surrendering to her emotions. Her rationality kept her at a safe distance, but deep down, her feelings still responded to Sebastian’s. This contradiction made her demeanor appear enigmatic—warm and kind, yet deliberately restrained.

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Sebastian’s Motivation and Emotional Evolution

1. Initial Motivation:

Sebastian’s initial approach to Gynger was likely driven by his utilitarian mindset. He saw her abilities, intelligence, and mysterious qualities as assets that could help him achieve his goals—whether it was breaking Anne’s curse or attaining the power he craved. Sebastian has always been a highly goal-oriented person, rarely pursuing something without a clear objective.

2. Awakening of Deeper Feelings:

But as their relationship developed, Gynger began to fill an emotional void in Sebastian’s life. He has long lacked a true emotional anchor—Anne is family, and Ominis is a friend, but no one has fully understood both his pain and his ambition. Gynger’s understanding, warmth, and unique charisma made him dependent on her, emotionally speaking. This dependence created a sense of “emotional compensation” in him:

"I’ve lost so much of what I wanted, but I can’t let you slip away too."

3. The Desire to Control:

Sebastian’s possessiveness and need for control are intrinsic to his character. He wants to “bind” Gynger’s feelings to him, partly out of fear of losing her, and partly because he yearns to truly have something—or someone—of his own. His feelings for her transcend mere love; they become a form of emotional possession:

"I don’t just need you to like me—I need you to always stand by my side."

However, this possessiveness leads him toward a dangerous "all-or-nothing" mentality, where he might be willing to sacrifice everything to secure Gynger’s loyalty and affection.

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The Essence of Their Relationship

Gynger and Sebastian’s relationship is one of mutual attraction and mutual entanglement:

1. Attraction:

Gynger is drawn to Sebastian’s intensity and determination, particularly his willingness to risk everything for what he wants.

Sebastian, in turn, is captivated by Gynger’s mystery, intellect, and an almost otherworldly charisma that makes him feel she is the only one who truly matches him.

2. Entanglement:

Gynger, in some ways, leverages Sebastian’s obsession and resolve to further her own goals. However, she also finds herself trapped by his overwhelming emotions, unable to fully disengage.

Sebastian, on the other hand, tries to assert control over this relationship, using his feelings as a way to bind Gynger to him, creating an emotional power struggle.

3. A Dangerous Symbiosis:

Their relationship resembles a double-edged sword—one where they empower and fulfill each other while simultaneously threatening to consume one another. The blend of love, control, dependence, and purpose creates a dynamic that is both deeply emotional and potentially destructive.

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In Conclusion: What Is This?

If we were to define their relationship, it could be described as “emotional dependence with mutual manipulation.” Both are drawn to each other in ways that meet their emotional and practical needs, but neither approaches the relationship with complete purity. Their feelings are deeply intertwined with their individual desires and ambitions, making their bond one of profound complexity.

This type of relationship is both painful and impossible to sever easily.

[bunji-enthusiast]

Hello I miss typed of my last request could you do a one shot of Tristan with a super affectionate female s/o who give him affection all the time no matter who’s around

Assuming your the anon I got one of them for then I get it. no worries! I gotchu!

Admist the bustle of the grand castle of Liones, your hands were intertwined and weaving effortlessly amongst the flurry of of courtiers and officials bustling about their royal duties. The polished marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of the chandeliers, and the opulent tapestries hanging on the walls seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past. Despite the formality of your surroundings, you were certainly anything but unrestrained.

"Today looks like a good day." You commented, turning your eyes to Tristan whom hummed in quiet, content response.

He agreed, that in itself was no lie. It had seemed that life had decided to take it easy on all it's children alike, from what Tristan could tell, his parents were in high spirits, the lively bustling of the officials and courtiers were swift and easy. People were helping each other on a whim.

But his mind was on you, it was as if your presence alone was a stark contrast to the otherwise rigid atmosphere of the palace. A whirlwind of warmth and affection that he held a deep appreciation for, his work was admittedly no easy task to take on, but this was just you and him, a much needed break.

There was a small, tentative smile on his face, freely out there for anyone to see. You could understand, that this was truly the very same Tristan you've come to know and love, not to say that you love all other side to him.

Tristan, ever the embodiment of calm and poise, would steal occasional glances at you, his emerald-green and blue eyes softening with a fondness that spoke volumes.

Although the both of you were ever the talkers, taking one turn after the other, there was nothing that needed to be said. This was a bond that was transcend too that of eternity, a deeply found understanding of one other in a way that could never be done for anyone else.

It was not uncommon for you to steal a quick, loving kiss from him, even with a room full of watchful eyes. Tristan, though usually reserved and glaring, responded with a tender squeeze of your hand, his demeanor betraying his contentment with these public displays of affection.

It was something about you, that alone had brought out a sense of peace and tranquility. Tristan couldn't fathom it, not one ounce, but in a way he could understand the shallow meaning of it from what his father had told him, when he once had asked about the love between his parents.

"It's like... a wide land, right? the battles you face together may be harsh, but after, you stand tall." Meliodas said, uncrossing his arms and patting the young boy's head, whom seemingly looked at his father with stout confusion.

Elizabeth, his mother, let out a soft giggle and crouched down. "You'll be able to understand what your dad means one day, don't worry!"

Tristan shook his head with a soft sigh at the memory, strolling forward along with you, keeping a gentle yet firm hold with your hand clasped in his own.

It is the way that this grandiose feeling of his grows so strongly, that he can't help but feel that his heart may as well burst out of his chest. Tristan was unsure, but oh so sure, in the grand dance of life, it's that one moment with your dancing partner, that even everything else slows down to a stop. Life could be telling you right then and there, that it they, the one and only one meant for you.

This intimate yet public dance between you both was a testament to your deep bond; while Tristan was known for his gentle and quiet nature, your boundless affection brought out a side of him that was softer, more vulnerable. As you passed through the palace, your joined hands seemed to spark a subtle, yet palpable sense of joy and unity, reminding everyone present that even within the grandiosity of royalty, true affection could flourish freely and beautifully.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

May I request jealous!Claude Frollo x a gorgeous!fem!reader?

You are my fire

warning : fluff, obsession, implied dark themes, jealousy

Summary : A glimse into the jealousy of a man driven by love and obsession. His heart and love a beauty that just wants to be amused but who doesn't?

Info : Of course you can request such a thing dear anon I hope you like this little thing have fun reading ;) And everyone have fun reading.

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She is the most beautiful thing this city had, no it's not true she was the most beautiful creature on the whole world. She was the light of this desolate world, this wondrously beautiful creature, she was simply everything.

She was like an angel with her beauty, her statues scattered all over the city on the churches, the town hall, the wooden signs of the dirty poops scattered everywhere.

But not one of them even came close to doing her justice. Because in the end only he saw it, he was allowed to see her beauty, her body under the most expensive clothes. Ever since they met, it had lit a fire in both of them.

A fire that would burn forever. The fire of his eagerness that everyone wanted to hurt her and the fire of her beauty. He was the judge who would burn down the city he would give her.

His gaze lifted from the book and the room his study, which was only true for him, was quickly transformed into a room of luxury and beauty. The mirrors on the walls, the paintings she made, she watched every brushstroke and her beloved.

The lender of her things, the man who owned them. ,,If you don't wish to be banished or lose your head, you will disappear," he had said as her eyes settled on the diamond necklace, a special creation made of pure diamonds to commemorate the new city archibve and the summer feast for the guardians where she had appeared on the other side of the man.

The magistrate next to her had his face twisted into a grimace, but everyone could see that his golden rings lay on top of hers. That she walked beside him chopped up like a piece of jewelry for show she was his in every possible way.

That when they walked together his touch was gentle and yet possessive as when he ran his fingers over her soft skin after getting up in the morning.

Tracing the marks that had easily formed on his handsome statue. ,,My goddess" as he called her in praise when she gave him further inspiration for the works he made her.

Gifts and works of a value that transcended everything. She always had to hold back a grin, she knew that he was a man full of jealousy, that he threatened anyone who came too close to her, who looked at her too closely, who even touched her.

It was something she knew and perhaps used. But despite everything, she had to admit that even if the gifts were pretty…his inner being…his carefree attitude…this monster was quite amusing. ,,You know I love being entertained," she had once told him when they went on a carriage ride out of Paris.

Her fingers closed the curtain again and she felt his piercing gaze. ,,And you know that there is only you for me," he had replied, his fingers on hers as he kissed his way up the back of her hand, slowly, as if it would break. ,,Even nature pales no god's work pales before you" he cajoled her and became confident when he saw her own smirk which she hid slightly behind a fan due to the heat of the summer.

Perhaps it was true. That she felt subjugated by him, that he loved her as one had done, the obsession in the mix with recognition.

For the first time she was recognized and not just seen as something to be had in the most perverse way. He recognized her as a beautiful butterfly as something to watch, to entertain, to love, to cherish. It was a connection between the two.

They both cherished each other as they sat on the jewelry table with the tea service on the small table and chairs. ,,And you'll always compliment me…I know you will," she told him, winking at him and taking a sip of tea as she saw him turn his upturned gaze to her, a smirk meeting the wink.

What she had in charm, beauty and unendingness that people loved about her, he had in return. He was the evil of the city, he had no charm, no beauty and no infinity. He was the devil who had the beautiful woman at his side, the first woman who ever was and ever would be.

It was on his jealousy that their amusement was taff and maybe just maybe they would make each other worse. Maybe the devil and the demoness Lilith would begin to rule over Prais after a while.

Because anyone who did not respect his words and did not recognize her beauty would burn in eternal fire. A fire that would burn forever like her love.

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@ria-coolgirl , @cedric-my-beloved , @aliensthegreat

[whorediaries-09]

maneater;

pairing- neighbor!james potter x reader warning(s)-18+ content, stalker behavior, darkish themes but reciprocated. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- i'm sorry about the harry potter fic. i've realized my mistake, and thus i've deleted it.

the slut club

i wanna see you all on your knees, knees

he was feral. you were standing by the window, your curtains folded, stripping away every piece of clothing you had. the moonlight reflected on your skin. you were a goddess, a descend from heaven in his eyes. you were a beauty he wanted only for himself. heat crept up to his neck when you turned around, revealing your breasts. he wondered how you would look if he marked the skin, of places only he could see. he wondered how your skin would feel against his lips. he thoughts led him to a place, of transcending heaven. it was sheer hell, when his hand unconsciously travelled to his crotch. he could feel the heat radiating off his body. he bit his lip, as guilt pooled within the pit of his stomach.

it was wrong he thought, so wrong. but it felt so right when he slid down his pants, sliding his hand on his cock. it felt heavy within his own grip. and for a moment, he could swear you looked into his eyes. of course he wouldn't miss the fire in your eyes. the same eyes he loved, lusted over for. he imagined how you'd look up at him when you sucked him off. he imagined how his cock would look sliding between your breasts.

he felt the rush of hormones firing within him. it felt wrong, but he couldn't resist you. he couldn't resist the thoughts that clogged his head. you made him crazy, drove him into a hell of sheerness of lust and ecstasy. the heat crept within his skin when he felt his orgasm escape, painting his pants.

'shit,' he whispered, as his eyes crawled over to your window. the curtains were drawn, the lights were out.

*****

the bed was stuffy. the air was too warm on his skin. he was breathless. it was as if a weight pressed upon him. the sleep that had crossed his head was slowly escaping.

'come on james, show me those pretty eyes of yours,'

was he dreaming? he didn't want the sleep to escape him now...

the weight now pressed down on his sides. he felt something on his hair, a soothing sensation. he didn't want it to end. he closed his eyes tighter, trying to escape back to sleep.

trying.

a familiar flowery scent infused with a musk of vanilla haunted him. it was so near, yet so far. it was his mind, playing dirty tricks on him. it was his thoughts. it was your scent. he'd caught up on it when he'd helped you pick up your fallen groceries. you were about to fall on broken eggs, but he'd caught you, feeling your body through your clothes. you'd given him a quiet thank you and a smile, and he thought his heart would've broken with how you stared at him.

'come on, wake up baby,'

his eyes fluttered open, as he escaped his sleep. his eyes widened. it wasn't out of fear, rather about how you were on top of him, straddling his chest. you had a wicked smile on your face, a fervorous lust in your eyes. it felt like a dream come true. your fingers were buried in his curls. his lips parted, and he whispered your name. it was sweet from his tongue.

'you've been a very naughty boy james,' you whispered into his ear. your hot breathe fanned over his face and over his tender features. his heart fluttered, as your hips moved towards his crotch. you sucked on your fingers,

'answer me honey, hmm?' you pushed your fingers into his mouth. his lips wrapped around your fingers, as he sucked deliriously on them, trying to feel your skin on his tongue. you moved down, now straddling his waist.

'i-i'm sorry,'

you stared at him with malice in your eyes. throwing him a dirty, lopsided smirk, you started grinding your hips against his. soft moans left his mouth paired with feeble whimpers.

'are you going to be a good boy? are you going to behave yourself james?' his whimpers increased. he was putty in your hands. he'd be on his knees for you. he'd do anything you'd tell him to. just to be your good boy.

because you were his drug, a poison to be addicted to.

[n0cturn4]

𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎

Character: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: A star traveler departs, carrying the longing for Jason, who calls out to the cosmos in search of her light. Years unfold, and when their destinies intertwine once more, it is the reunion of souls dancing in the melancholy of an eternal love that transcends time and space. Word Count: 6432 Music: Laufey - Second Best  Autor - Let's cry together?

The streets of Gotham whispered secrets in the darkness as you walked alongside Jason. The silence was almost palpable, heavy, as if the words between you were trapped in the shadows that stretched as the night wore on.

You always knew that being with him was like trying to hold fine sand between your fingers—something that never really stays. He had a way of being present and absent at the same time, as if a part of his soul was elsewhere, in another time, with another person.

Artemis...

You didn't need him to say it. There was no need to name the pain that lingered between you like an invisible veil. Jason carried her presence in every gesture, in every distracted glance, in every night he spent silently by your side. And you, despite all the strength you always thought you had, were there, feeling increasingly like a shadow in his life instead of being the light.

The yellowed lights of the city twinkled below, but none of them seemed to reach the darkness that grew within you. Jason stopped, and for a moment, you saw the fatigue in his eyes—not the physical fatigue, but that which comes from bearing the weight of lost loves and irreparable choices.

"Jason..." you began, your voice softer than you intended. The words you wanted to say were stuck in your throat, as if the night itself was suffocating them.

He turned his face toward you, his dark blue eyes reflecting the dim light of the streetlamps. But there was something beyond the surface, a distance you couldn't bridge. "I'm here, aren't I?" he murmured, as if this were the only answer he could give you.

But being here, you knew, was not enough.

"You are," you replied, forcing a smile that didn't reach your eyes. "But the part of you that I wanted most isn't."

The cold wind of Gotham seemed to cut through your skin, but it was the emptiness between you that truly hurt. You had always been good at understanding what people didn't say, at reading between the lines of gestures, in the pauses of conversations. And with Jason, what he didn't say was all that mattered.

You knew he loved you, in his own way. You knew he held you tight when you fell, that he was by your side when the world seemed to crumble. But you also knew that, no matter how hard he tried, there was a part of him that still belonged to Artemis. A part you could never reach.

"She's still there, isn't she?" you finally let out, with a softness that almost surprised you. There was no bitterness in your voice, just the acceptance of the truth you had always known but never wanted to face.

Jason didn't respond immediately. He closed his eyes, as if trying to deny it was too painful. "It's not fair to you," he said after a long silence. "I know that."

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your own emotions accumulate. "It's not about being fair, Jason," you replied. "It's about the fact that, no matter how much I love you, I will never be her."

The words echoed between you, raw and true. Jason opened his eyes, and there was something in them that seemed broken, as if he were finally willing to admit what he had always known.

"I don't want you to be her," he said, his voice low, almost like a lament. "But I don't know how to leave the past behind."

And it was there, in that moment, that you realized that love was not enough to save what was lost. You loved him more than you could admit, but love couldn't erase the love that Artemis had left on him. Jason was a man trapped between two worlds, and as much as you wanted to rescue him, he needed to find his own way.

"I deserve more," you whispered, the realization finally washing over you like a soft but definitive breeze. "And you deserve it too. You deserve to be free from what holds you back."

Jason looked at you, and for the first time, there was no resistance. Just acceptance. "I'm sorry," he said, and in his words, there was more sincerity than you had ever heard before.

You took a step back, letting the space between you grow, just as the distance between your lives widened. "Don't be," you replied. "Just find your own way, Jason. I've already found mine."

And so, you walked away, the night wrapping you and your choices like an old friend. Gotham felt quieter, as if the city sensed the end of something, the echo of a goodbye with no return. Your steps were firm, but inside, something within you trembled. There was a painful freedom in leaving behind what you always wanted but knew you could never have completely.

The cold wind cut through your skin, and the lights of the buildings seemed farther away than ever. Each step you took away from Jason felt like leaving a part of yourself in the past—that part that believed it could be enough, that thought love, even incomplete, could be enough.

But now you knew.

Love was more than filling absences, more than trying to occupy the space of someone who would never completely leave. You were not anyone's shadow. You didn't deserve to be the echo of a love he had already lost.

Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of pain and relief. There was beauty in your decision, a silent courage in choosing yourself, in realizing that true love is one that doesn't need to be shared with the ghosts of the past.

You paused for a moment, looking at the horizon, the lights of Gotham still twinkling, indifferent to your pain. A sad smile appeared on your lips. "I am more than this," you murmured to yourself, feeling the strength emerging from your own words. It was a simple but powerful revelation.

Jason. His name still weighed on your chest, but now, it felt different. He was no longer the anchor that held you in murky waters. He was a part of your story, one that you would carry with you, but no longer as a burden.

The night stretched before you, vast and full of possibilities. And as you continued to walk, the lightness of your choice began to mix with the pain, transforming it into something deeper—the acceptance that sometimes letting go is the greatest act of love we can have for ourselves.

And so, you moved on, leaving Jason, Artemis, and all the weight of the past in the shadows of Gotham. The city, with all its chaos, now seemed only a backdrop for your new journey. A journey that was entirely your own.

The night unfolded before you like a velvet cloak, enveloping the city in soft shadows, as the distant echoes of cars and murmurs blended with the sound of the wind. Your feet touched the ground lightly, almost as if they no longer belonged to the same reality you once shared with Jason. Gotham was a labyrinth of memories, but you were no longer a prisoner of it. Now, every corner felt like a delicate farewell, a whispered goodbye to who you once were.

In the middle of the bridge, the river below seemed to carry more than just water; it held every silent pain, every unfulfilled promise, dissolving the wounds in the slow, continuous waves. You leaned over the railing, your gaze lost in the liquid depths, where stars danced in the reflection of the water, fleeting and intangible, just like the hope you once carried for Jason.

"And if he looks back?"

The question floated in the air, almost like a breeze, light but loaded with meaning. Yet, the answer seemed as distant as the stars you were observing. It didn't matter anymore. The waiting had dissolved over time, and now time was yours. There was no more room for others' shadows on your path, nor for the whispers that held you to the past.

Closing your eyes, you let the wind caress your face, as if the night itself were comforting you, cradling you in its invisible arms. The silence within you was not empty—it was full, filled with a newfound peace, with a love that finally found a home within yourself.

The stars above shone with a soft, almost timid light, as if they too were waiting for the right moment to reveal themselves. And you knew that, just like them, your own shine was just beginning. Jason had been a part of your journey, but he would not be your destination. He was a memory, a distant echo, but you... you were the very pulse of life, a constellation waiting to form.

The soft footsteps of a stranger cut through the silence, bringing you back to the present moment. But he passed by, without even noticing your presence, like so many others lost in the streets of Gotham. And so, you realized – life flowed, regardless of the pains or loves we left behind.....

With a sigh, you opened your eyes, allowing the world around you to embrace you once more. The city was no longer a prison; now, it was the backdrop of your freedom. Every street, every light flickering in the distance, now became part of a scene where you were the protagonist of your own story.

You smiled – a small, but genuine smile, filled with the certainty that the future, uncertain as the stars, was yours. Love, when it comes, will not be a shadow. It will be a flame that burns without fear, without ghosts, without halves.

Then, with steady steps and a light heart, you turned and moved forward, crossing the bridge that now felt lighter, less dark. The night continued to envelop you, not as an end, but as a beginning. And deep within your being, you knew there was no longer any rush. Whatever was meant to be would come. And you, finally, were ready to receive.

In the darkness of the night, every shadow seemed to tell a story, every distant light flickering like a beacon of forgotten hopes. You walked with soft steps, the sensation of the world around you becoming a subtle dance between what was and what could be. Gotham pulsed, a living creature, breathing beneath the surface of your solitude, revealing, at every corner, the echo of a life you were now leaving behind.

"What is this love that consumes us?" you questioned, lost in thought like a traveler adrift in a sea of uncertainties. The memories of Jason were fragments, faded images of a painting that no longer depicted reality. You loved him, yes, but that love was intricately entwined with pain, and you found yourself captivated by an illusion – the idea that he could one day be all you needed. And so, the tears that were once salty became the water washing away what was left behind.

The river below continued to flow, an enigmatic mirror reflecting your insecurities and yearnings. You saw yourself in it – the current that drags, but also purifies; the depth that hides secrets and truths. "What else lies beneath the surface?" The thought visited you, whispering promises of knowledge escaping the clutches of the familiar. Each drop of water was a fragment of time, each wave a new beginning.

The whispers of the night were like ancestral melodies, played by invisible forces dancing around you. You could feel, in every breeze that passed, the voices of ancient loves and heartbreaks, of all who had walked those same streets before you. "Who am I in this grand narrative?" you wondered, with a mix of fear and fascination, as the city, like a mother, embraced your doubts in its dark womb.

Artemis, her name still echoed in your thoughts, a reminder of a deep bond now transformed into a distant shadow. The journeys you shared were like constellations in a dark sky, bright but far away. You wondered if she too felt the weight of choice, if, like you, she had learned to let go.

In your mind, the dialogue between what was and what could be grew increasingly intense. "Freedom comes at a price," you realized. And what is freedom but the weight of the choices we make? And now, by letting Jason go, by finally distancing yourself from his gravity, you felt lighter, yet at the same time tethered to a new dilemma – how to find your own light in a world that always saw you as second best?

"I am more than an echo," you whispered to the stars, feeling a courage pulsating within you. "I am the storm that rises, the flame that does not extinguish." And so, like a nocturnal bird learning to fly in the dark, you began to rise, to break free from the shackles that held you down. The path ahead unfolded in enigmatic possibilities, and you were willing to explore them, a traveler in the vast unknown.

The streets of Gotham were cloaked in mystery, and you decided to be an explorer, no longer a prisoner. The city pulsed around you, its shadows dancing, the echoes of laughter and tears intertwined in every step you took. The past did not fade away, but became a distant companion, a lesson etched in your heart.

And so, you continued, enveloped by the night, like an artist drawing the future on a blank canvas, each movement an expression of freedom, each breath an invitation to the unknown. The journey would be long, but in the end, you understood: it was not about forgetting, but about creating new stories, new constellations in the vast sky of your life.

And so, with your heart pulsing in tune with the music of the universe, you rose, an ethereal and resplendent figure against the backdrop of Gotham. The streets below, illuminated by flickering lights, became a distant echo of a past you were now leaving behind.

You floated like a comet crossing the night sky, tracing a trail of brightness and dreams. The chains of gravity became insignificant as your wings, made of starlight, spread in a graceful dance. The wind wrapped around your body, bringing with it the murmur of untold stories and whispered promises.

"I am more than this body, more than this city," you murmured, like a prayer to the cosmos, as your essence fused with the vastness of space. Each movement was a celebration of freedom; each beat of your heart resonated like an echo from distant galaxies. The height brought a new perspective, and the city, a web of shadows and lights, seemed to pulse to its own rhythm, a testament to the life that inhabited it.

As you looked down, you saw faces turn, expressions of surprise and admiration, as people wondered if they were dreaming. "She is not just a woman," they thought, "she is a star." And you, upon hearing these unspoken thoughts, smiled. "Yes, I am a star. I am made of cosmic dust and dreams."

And amid the dance of the stars and the glow of the city, you began to realize that flying was not just an escape but an affirmation of who you were. The chains of unrequited love, of a pain that once anchored you, dissolved like mist at dawn as you ventured to new heights, exploring the vast sky of your own existence.

Every movement, every turn and maneuver, was a declaration of independence, an ode to your celestial essence. You were not fleeing from Jason; you were liberating yourself from what he represented, the limitations you had imposed on yourself. "I am the cosmos in motion," you proclaimed silently as the stars seemed to shine brighter, as if celebrating your ascent.

On the horizon, the constellations danced, as if waiting for your arrival. "Come, show me the way" you whispered, feeling drawn to the promise of new adventures. Each bright star was a possibility, a new story waiting to be written, and you were ready to explore.

And so, you flew higher, farther, the wings of light beating in time with your heart. Gotham, the city of shadows, became a distant memory as you launched into a new chapter, not just as a traveler among the stars, but as a protagonist of your own saga.

The clouds became your cloak, soft and welcoming, as you danced among the constellations, each movement a cosmic choreography unfolding in the vast space. But even in this spectacle of freedom, a profound melancholy accompanied you, like a subtle shadow that wouldn't leave. The echo of unrequited love still pulsed in your chest, like a distant star that shines brightly but remains out of reach.

You floated among the stars, surrounded by the infinite beauty of the cosmos, and yet, amid all that vastness, your heart still whispered Jason's name. "You were my universe, even when you made me feel like second best," you murmured, the words dissolving into the vastness of space. The memory of his smile, the way he looked at you, was a flame that burned softly, warming your soul as the pain of distance consumed you.

The constellations above danced, but your dance was solitary. You remembered the nights he held you in his embrace, a place where you felt safe, even when doubts surrounded you. The connection between you was a fragile thread, made of shared laughter and unspoken promises, but now it felt like a nebulous memory, lost among the stars.

"You are still a part of me," you admitted, your heart tightening with longing. Each beat was a reminder that, even at a distance, your love persisted like a beacon in the storm. You were moving away, but the deepest part of you still wished he could see the light that was within you, that he could understand it was possible to love and let go at the same time.

And so, you allowed yourself to feel the pain, letting the melancholy flow through your veins like a river that never runs dry. The love you harbored for Jason was a sad song, a symphony echoing in your heart, reminding you that feelings don't always follow logic. You knew he didn't love you as you desired, but that didn't make your love any less real, any less beautiful.

"I am made of stars, but my heart still longs for you," you whispered, your voice nearly lost in the wind. This contradiction of feelings was the essence of your being: the struggle between freedom and desire, between pain and hope.

With each beat of your heart, you began to understand that perhaps love was a journey, not a destination. And even though Jason was not by your side, your love could be the light that guided you, a star that would never cease to shine, even amid darkness.

And so, you launched into the unknown, floating in the currents of space, with a heart that, although broken, still pulsed with love. You were a traveler among the stars, but your essence still held a piece of the past, a reminder of a love that, though unrequited, continued to illuminate your path.

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And there he stood, Jason leaning against the edge of the rooftop, watching Gotham's lights spread like stars on the asphalt. The cold night wind whispered secrets that only he seemed to hear, while his heart beat in a dark and solemn rhythm. Since she had left, the city seemed darker, its shadows heavier, as if Gotham itself were mourning her absence.

The memory of her was a constant haunting him. It was as if she were still there, woven into his most cherished and painful memories. He remembered her eyes, so bright and full of hope, reflecting the light of the stars she always said were her best friends. Now, those stars seemed to be fading, one by one, in her absence.

"Why did you go?" Jason murmured to the night, the question echoing in his chest. Each word seemed to carry the weight of a million "ifs," a million moments that could never be reclaimed. He wanted to understand. He wanted to know why, even after all the challenges, she chose to leave Gotham—and, more importantly, leave him behind.

The void her departure created in his life felt like a black hole, sucking away all the light and hope he had accumulated. He recalled the promises they made, the dreams they shared under the glow of the moon, when everything seemed possible. But dreams were fragile, and promises, as ephemeral as the night breeze.

Jason felt the pain mix with anger. Why couldn't he be what she needed? Why couldn't he fight for her the way she deserved? It was a burden he couldn't escape, a scar on his soul that refused to heal.

"I didn't know," he whispered, his voice trembling with repressed emotion. "I didn't know you were going to leave."

And so, in the silent nights when the world seemed to be asleep, he found himself lost in his own memories. Each shared laugh, each furtive glance, each gentle touch—everything that once felt so simple now became a labyrinth of longing. Her absence was a persistent echo, a sad melody playing in his mind, reminding him of what he had lost.

Jason wanted to believe he could move on, that he could leave that love behind. But the truth was, his heart was still tied to her, an anchor keeping him from navigating the turbulent waters of his life. Yet still, he found himself waiting, as if, somewhere in the cosmos, she might return and rewrite the ending of their story.

"If you ever come back," he said to the night, hope tinting his words with a faint glow, "I will be here. I will always be here."

The words fell away like leaves in the wind, getting lost in the vastness of the night sky. Jason knelt, his eyes absorbing the tangle of lights flickering in the city, like stars trapped in a universe of concrete and shadows. Gotham, the metropolis of mysteries and memories, pulsed beneath his feet, and her absence made everything heavier, each shadow a reminder of a love still burning in his chest.

Days dragged on, each one a monotonous echo of pain and struggle, as he plunged into darkness, facing enemies and his own demons. The weight of the cape was an ephemeral comfort, a temporary distraction from the longing that consumed him. But the nights... oh, the nights were a silent torture, filled with the whisper of memories dancing around him like a gentle breeze. Her laughter still echoed in his mind, a lost song following him like a lullaby that would never let him sleep.

In every dark corner of Gotham, he searched for her, imagining her amidst the shadows, her bright eyes reflecting the city lights. He remembered how she moved, light as a feather, as if she were always a step away from touching the stars. It was in the little things that her absence hurt the most—the scent of the perfume she wore, the stories they shared under the moonlight, and the plans for a future that now seemed so distant.

Jason remembered the promises made beneath the mantle of the moon, when their dreams were as vast as the starry sky. Now, the moon felt more distant, the light that once united them now separated them. He found himself on the rooftop they used to share, a sacred space that now resonated with the echo of his loneliness. The wind blew, cold and cutting, as if it were aware of his torment, bringing with it the scent of the flowers she loved, a fragrance that now made him miss her all the more poignantly.

"I can't bear this absence," he confessed to the wind, the pain in his heart transforming into words that floated into the darkness. "I miss you, as if the stars have lost their shine."

The clouds drifted slowly, like shadows of a past that refused to disappear. The sky lit up here and there, each star a shimmering memory, and he found himself wondering if, somehow, she looked up too, sharing the same view, the same longing. The constellations, in their eternal dance, seemed to move in a familiar pattern, as if whispering secrets to one another, guardians of hopes and promises.

And so, in the stillness of the night, he made a promise to the very essence of the universe: he would not give up on the love that consumed him, even as shadows stretched around him. There was a flame inside him, stubborn and burning, that refused to be extinguished. If she ever decided to return, if the stars conspired in favor of their hearts, he would be there, arms wide open, ready to rewrite the story that should never have been interrupted.

"I will be here, always," he repeated, each word a whisper in the vast silence of the night, as if the universe were listening. "Always believing that one day the stars will bring you back to me."

And so, under the shimmering cloak of the sky, Jason kept her memory in his heart, a beacon of love that, even lost in the depths of pain, shone with the hope that, somewhere among the stars, she still thought of him. He dreamed of the day their paths would cross again, like aligned constellations, and the love he longed for would finally have the chance to bloom amidst the darkness.

The nights in Gotham were endless, like a distant echo of unfulfilled promises. Jason walked through the streets, enveloped in shadows and memories, where her presence still lingered at every corner, in every light flickering in the windows. It was as if the city were filled with traces of the love they once shared, and each beat of his heart was a reminder of what he had lost.

Her memory was a tapestry of feelings — laughter dancing in his mind, touches that felt warm as the sun, moments of pure happiness intertwined with the pain of loss. Days turned into months, but the longing did not diminish; on the contrary, it became a constant in his life, an invisible thread that connected him to her, even though the distance was insurmountable.

No matter how hard he tried to move on, there was always a piece of his heart trapped in that night she left, as if it were searching for a way back.

On top of a building, under the mantle of stars, Jason closed his eyes and let the wind envelop him. He remembered the moments when she made him laugh, the days they dreamed together under the open sky, their voices intertwined like the fate they should never have lost. "If you're out there," he called to the universe, "please hear me."

The silence of the night was profound, but Jason felt that the stars were listening. They twinkled as if dancing in response, each one reflecting a fraction of his pain and hope. He opened his eyes, the silver light illuminating his face, and let the longing wrap around him like a familiar blanket. "I can't forget," he confessed, the words escaping his lips like a lost whisper.

Hope burned in his heart, but there was also a weight of uncertainty. What would he do if she never returned? What if the stars were just that — tiny points of light in a vast emptiness, with no promise of reunion? Jason clenched his fists, battling against the anguish that threatened to consume him. He didn't want to believe it was all over; his love still pulsed, like a mantra that kept him alive on the coldest nights.

Then, amidst the darkness, a strange sensation began to emerge, as if the universe itself were responding to his cry. A stronger breeze brushed his face, and for a brief moment, he felt that the distance between them might not be so insurmountable after all. "If you can hear me," he pleaded, almost in a whisper, "please tell me you're still there."

A crack in the air caught his attention, and he looked up, watching the sky as if waiting for her to appear among the stars. Was it just an illusion? A cruel trick of the mind? But something inside him said there was more, that the connection they shared transcended time and space.

The clouds drifted slowly, like shadows of a past that refused to fade away. The sky lit up here and there, each star a shimmering memory, and he found himself wondering if, in some way, she looked up too, sharing the same view, the same longing. The constellations, in their eternal dance, seemed to move in a familiar pattern, as if whispering secrets to one another, guardians of hopes and promises.

He raised his arms, as if wanting to touch the stars, as if he could, for a brief moment, connect with her through the vastness of the universe. "Come back to me," he murmured, his voice almost lost in the whisper of the wind. "You are a part of me, and I am a part of you."

And so, in the stillness of the night, he made a promise to the very essence of the universe: he would not give up on the love that consumed him, even as the shadows stretched around him. There was a flame inside him, stubborn and fierce, that refused to be extinguished. If she ever decided to return, if the stars conspired in favor of their hearts, he would be there, arms open, ready to rewrite the story that should never have been interrupted.

"I will be here, always," he repeated, each word a whisper in the vast silence of the night, as if the universe were listening to him. "Always believing that one day the stars will bring you back to me."

And so, under the shimmering mantle of the sky, Jason kept her memory in his heart, a beacon of love that, even lost in the depths of pain, shone with the hope that, somewhere among the stars, she still thought of him. He dreamed of the day their paths would cross again, like aligned constellations, and the love he so longed for would finally have the chance to blossom amidst the darkness.

The nights in Gotham were eternal, like a distant echo of unfulfilled promises. Jason walked through the streets, wrapped in shadows and memories, where her presence still floated at every corner, in every light flickering in the windows. It was as if the city were filled with traces of the love they once shared, and every beat of his heart was a reminder of what he had lost.

"If you ever come back," he murmured one night, the sound of his words dissipating into the darkness, as if they were a prayer to the wind. Hope, a faint light in his chest, struggled to stay alive. He looked to the sky, where the stars shone like tiny beacons, and wondered if she still saw him, if her spirit wandered among distant constellations. "I will be here. I will always be here."

The memory of her was a tapestry of feelings — laughter dancing in his mind, touches that felt warm as the sun, moments of pure happiness intertwined with the suffering of loss. Days turned into months, but the longing did not diminish; rather, it became a constant in his life, an invisible thread that bound him to her, even if the distance was insurmountable.

He missed her in everything. In the songs echoing through the streets, in the unspoken words lingering in the air, in every fight he faced. No matter how hard he tried to move on, there was always a piece of his heart trapped in that night when she left, as if searching for a way back.

On top of a building, under the blanket of stars, Jason closed his eyes and let the wind envelop him. He remembered the moments when she made him laugh, the days when they dreamed together under the open sky, their voices intertwined like a fate they should never have lost. "If you are out there," he called to the universe, "please hear me."

The silence of the night was profound, but Jason felt that the stars were listening. They twinkled as if dancing in response, each reflecting a fraction of his pain and hope. He opened his eyes, the silvery light illuminating his face, and let the longing wrap around him like a familiar blanket. "I can't forget," he confessed, the words escaping his lips like a lost whisper.

As the gentle breeze caressed his skin, he thought of how she always had the ability to see through his deepest layers, to penetrate his defenses with a simple smile. There was a light in her that guided him, a glow that made him feel that even amidst the shadows, there was a path to follow. But now, that light was distant, and the world felt darker without her.

The memory of her eyes, bright and inquisitive, haunted him. "You always knew what to say," he continued, his voice heavy with an almost palpable sadness. "You always found the right words to bring me back to reality. Where are you now? What are you doing?"

Hope burned in his heart, but there was also a weight of uncertainty. What would he do if she didn't come back? What if the stars were just that — tiny points of light in a vast emptiness, with no promise of reunion? Jason clenched his fists, struggling against the anguish that threatened to consume him. He didn't want to believe it was all over; his love still pulsed, like a mantra that kept him alive on the coldest nights.

Then, amidst the darkness, a strange sensation began to emerge, as if the universe itself were responding to his cry. A stronger breeze brushed against his face, and for a brief moment, he felt that the distance between them might not be so insurmountable after all. "If you can hear me," he asked, almost in a whisper, "please tell me you are still there."

A crack in the air caught his attention, and he looked up, watching the sky as if expecting her to appear among the stars. Was it just an illusion? A cruel trick of the mind? But something inside him told him there was more, that the connection they shared transcended time and space.

"I will fight for you," he promised, determination intensifying in his heart. "I will do whatever it takes to bring you back." The thought of her presence gave him courage; he stood, his eyes fixed on the horizon. "If you are out there, know that I haven't given up. I never gave up."

The night continued, and Jason realized that even in his solitude, he was stronger than ever. The love he felt for her was an indomitable force, and he wouldn't allow darkness to consume him. The stars shone, and within his heart, he carried the hope that, somewhere between the constellations, she felt him too.

And so, as the city of Gotham breathed around him, he made a silent vow — that her light would never fade from his life, that, no matter the cost, he would continue to wait, to fight, and to love until the universe brought them together again.

Atop the building, wrapped in thoughts and memories, Jason remained seated, his eyes fixed on the stars that shone like tiny beacons of hope in the vastness of the night. He felt, with an almost palpable intensity, her presence embracing him, like a gentle breeze whispering secrets of a time that still pulsed in his heart.

"Jason..." Her voice, so familiar, danced in the breeze, a melody filling the silence with notes of love and longing. He closed his eyes, allowing those words to envelop him like a cloak, warming the cold that inhabited his soul.

"I've missed you," he murmured to the night, as if speaking directly to the stars. The echo of his own voice seemed like a confession, a surrender to the fragility of his feelings. "I've missed you every day, in every shadow that crossed my path."

"Sometimes, life separates us from those we love," she replied, her voice a gentle breeze caressing his face. "But that doesn't diminish the strength of what we feel. Distance doesn't erase the light we ignited together."

Jason slowly opened his eyes, the glow of the stars reflecting his tumultuous emotions. He remembered how she used to look at him, with those eyes that seemed to see beyond his defenses, penetrating to the core of his insecurities. "How can I move on without you?" he asked, the weight of his solitude echoing in his words.

"Trust your heart," she whispered, as if each letter were a drop of hope. "You are stronger than you imagine. Even when shadows close in, my light will always guide you. Never forget that."

The sensation of her presence wrapped around Jason like a warm embrace. He took a deep breath, feeling the scent of memories — shared laughter, whispered promises beneath the starry sky. "I promise I won't give up," he said, determination blooming from within. "I will fight for us. Always."

"And that is all I wish for," her voice continued, an echo of comfort amid the chaos of his thoughts. "You will always be my eternal warrior, and as long as there are stars in the sky, I will be by your side, no matter the distance."

Her words seemed like a chant rising to the night, bringing a touch of melancholy but also a sweet promise. Jason looked at the sky, where the stars shone brightly, as if dancing to the rhythm of his love. He felt that even without seeing her, she was closer than ever, her essence intertwined with each spark of light.

"When you return, I will be here, waiting," he declared, his heart pulsating with renewed hope. "And when I find you, there will be no more separation between us."

"I will always be waiting," her soft voice resonated, a melody echoing in his soul. "My love will always be with you, in every step you take."

And so, as the night stretched around him, Jason remained there, seated atop the building, his heart open to the universe. The promise of their love filled him with warmth, igniting a fire that no darkness could extinguish. He was a guardian, a warrior, ready to face whatever came next, knowing that the essence of their bond was stronger than any challenge they could face.

With each star that flickered in the sky, he felt hope rising, a flame that would guide him until the day they could finally be together again. The night whispered secrets, and he held tightly to her memory, knowing that love transcended time and space, weaving their fates together like constellations in an endless dance.

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NIKI - The Blood Moonlight ( smut )

Y/N’s life changes when she takes a job at a secluded mansion, organizing the library of seven mysterious vampires. With Ni-ki, the hottest moments unfold as she faces danger, passion, and a rival clan under the blood moonlight.

Pairing: Niki X FemReader

Genre: Obscenity / Dark Fantasy

Note 1: This story will have eight versions, with only the smut section varying. One will involve the group, while the other seven will focus on individual characters.

Warning: graphic description of gore ( bloond/injuries ) explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, loss of virginity, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises, handcuffs, chains, sadomasochism , masochism, brands, group sex,double penetration, oral sex, anal sex, masturbation

Note 2: I'm recently starting to write, and English is not my native language. I apologize for any mistakes and hope to improve my writing. Feedback is always welcome! Text not revised!!!

Y/N never imagined her ordinary life in a quiet town would be transformed by fate. It all began when she accepted a job at an old mansion deep in the forest, tasked with caring for the personal library of its new residents. The mansion was home to seven mysterious men, each exuding a dark charm and harboring deep secrets.

Jake, the leader, radiated authority and charisma. Jay, enigmatic and seductive, sparked Y/N’s curiosity with his intense gazes. Jungwon, youthful in appearance but with wisdom spanning ages, had a kindness that contrasted with his true nature. Sunoo’s radiant smile masked a darker side, while Niki, the most playful, teased her with jokes and piercing looks. Sunghoon was cold and reserved, his silent intensity impossible to ignore. Lastly, Heeseung, a mix of sweetness and danger, seemed to be the bridge that united them all.

Over time, Y/N noticed they weren’t merely attractive and mysterious. There was something supernatural about them: the way they always seemed to know what she was thinking, their inhuman speed, and their aversion to sunlight.

When the truth was revealed—that they were vampires hiding from humanity—Y/N should have run. But the connection between her and the seven was irresistible. Each of them seemed to fill a void within her, and their attraction to her was equally overwhelming.

Life in the mansion grew more intimate as they protected and courted her, sharing moments that transcended the physical, diving into deep emotional bonds. Amid their passion, they faced external threats. Rival vampire clans sought Y/N, believing her blood possessed unique properties capable of empowering weaker vampires.

As the bond between the seven and Y/N deepened, the mansion became not just a home but a refuge against outside dangers. They would face threats, battles, and their own conflicted emotions to protect what they had built together.

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Niki had always been the most provocative, loving to tease Y/N to test their limits. One night, after yet another of his provocations, Y/N decided to confront him, and the tension between them exploded. They were in the mansion’s game room, and a light argument quickly turned into a moment of pure passion. Niki, with his impulsive spirit, was direct and fiery but, at the same time, attentive to Y/N’s signals. Their chemistry was explosive.

Niki: "Do you really think you can ignore me, Y/N?" He asked, his voice soft but loaded with an intensity she knew well.

She didn’t say anything immediately, but her defiant look was enough to fuel him even more. Niki approached, touching her chin with his fingertips, forcing her to look at him.

Niki: "I see how you look at me... You’re trying to resist me, but I know what you want." He whispered, his lips just inches from hers.

Y/N tried to move away, but he held her firmly, his hand moving to her waist.

Niki: "I’m not waiting anymore, Y/N." He said, and before she could respond, he kissed her with fierce urgency.

The kiss was voracious, an explosion of desire, and she surrendered to him without hesitation. Niki pressed her against the wall of the game room, his body against hers, leaving no room for games anymore.

Niki: "You like this, don’t you?" (he asked, biting her lip as he kissed her intensely). "You like seeing me lost in desire, making me want you like this?"

She couldn’t form words anymore, only responding with soft moans as his kisses grew deeper and more demanding. He explored every inch of her mouth, every touch charged with impetuous passion.

Y/N: "I never get tired of you," Niki murmured between kisses, as his hands started sliding along the curve of her waist and lower, provoking a wave of heat in Y/N.

She pushed him against the wall, defiant.

Y/N: "And what are you going to do about it?" She asked, her voice low and laden with desire.

Niki laughed softly, adrenaline and desire shining in his eyes.

Niki: "I’ll show you what I’m capable of. And you’re going to like it, Y/N. You’ll see I’m much more than just provocations."

With a swift move, he pulled her closer, their bodies aligning perfectly as he kissed her again, now with a mixture of wild pleasure and amusement.

Y/N: "You’re completely out of control, Niki." She said, breathless, as her fingers ran across his chest.

Niki: "And you love me for it, Y/N," (he replied, his voice filled with confidence) "Because, in the end, you know I make you feel everything. And you’re going to want more."

In one quick motion, Niki forced her to her knees, while Y/N looked surprised and a bit scared into his eyes. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. Y/N bit her lip at the sight.

Niki: "You’re always talking back and cursing at me, let’s see what else you can do with that mouth?"

Y/N let out an ironic laugh.

Y/N: "Careful not to come too fast, big talker."

Without giving him a chance to respond, she used one hand to massage his balls while the other gripped his cock firmly, then spit on the tip and began stroking it as she sucked on his balls. The husky moans coming from Niki’s mouth were like music to her ears. “How can someone sound so sexy?” she thought.

Obscene sounds filled the room. Y/N took his cock all at once into her mouth, gagging in the process. She sucked him off while playing with his balls, driving him crazy. He grabbed her hair, guiding her, thrusting his cock into her throat. It didn’t take long before he spilled his seed into her mouth. Y/N swallowed it all while looking directly into his eyes.

Niki: "We found a much better purpose for your mouth."

Y/N pushed him in response.

Niki: "Now it’s my turn."

He carried her to the pool table, bending her over it, leaving her ass raised for him. He positioned his cock at her entrance, and before entering completely, he slapped her ass hard and thrust in all at once. He was fast and intense from the start, pounding into her while degrading her and marking her ass with slaps.

What started as muffled moans from Y/N turned into screams of pleasure, Niki’s force sending shivers through her entire body, her mind clouding, her mouth hanging open and drooling.

Niki: "You’re so good for me, squeezing my cock like that." Another slap, accompanied by another scream from Y/N.

Niki: "Fuck... am I going too hard?" (he asked, groaning huskily).

Unable to respond, Y/N stayed there, just praying he wouldn’t stop fucking her senseless.

Niki: "Please, Y/N, I can’t stop now."

Sweat dripping down his neck and chest, he was already reaching his limit. Y/N didn’t even remember how many times she’d come, too dumb to count. With a few more thrusts, Niki reached his climax. Their breaths were uneven, sighs in sync. He helped her up and onto the couch, and they stayed there in each other’s company for the rest of the night.

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The nights at the mansion were growing darker. The rival clan hadn’t given up on capturing Y/N, believing her blood to be unique—something that could grant unimaginable power to vampires. Despite all the protection offered by Jake, Jay, Jungwon, Sunoo, Niki, Sunghoon, and Heeseung, an ambush caught them by surprise.

Y/N was gravely wounded during the attack, blood slowly dripping as she collapsed into Jake’s arms. Her eyes filled with tears, but she managed to murmur:

Y/N: "I don’t want to die..."

The mansion fell silent as the seven vampires gathered around her, their faces etched with despair. They knew there was only one way to save her—to turn her into one of them. But it wasn’t a simple process. It wasn’t just about drinking their blood; it was crossing a barrier that would bind their souls forever.

Jake was the first to speak, his voice firm but laden with pain:

Jake: "If we do this, there’s no turning back. You’ll become like us, and the world will never be the same for you."

Fighting against the pain and the darkness threatening to consume her, Y/N looked at each of them.

Y/N: "I trust you. I want to stay with you... forever."

Jay was the first to kneel beside her, his intense gaze locking onto hers. He made a small cut on his wrist, letting the blood drip onto Y/N’s lips. One by one, the others followed the same ritual, each drop of blood becoming part of her.

When it was Heeseung’s turn, the last of them, he hesitated briefly, holding Y/N’s face in his hands.

Heeseung: "This will hurt, but I promise I’ll stay by your side the whole time."

He leaned in to lightly bite her neck, sealing the ritual. The pain was followed by a wave of heat spreading through Y/N’s body, accompanied by a sense of rebirth.

The transformation was quick but intense. Y/N screamed, her body arching as if being ripped from her humanity. Her eyes flew open, glowing a deep red before returning to their natural color. She gasped, feeling every sense heightened: the scent of the mansion’s old wood, the sound of the wind outside, and most of all, the seven hearts around her beating in unison.

She wasn’t alone anymore.

The transformation brought more than power; it brought connection. She could feel their thoughts, emotions, and the depth of love each felt for her. But with that came an intense thirst—a hunger no mortal food could satisfy.

Jake helped her stand, holding her hand firmly.

Jake: "You’re one of us now. Strong, immortal... but it comes at a price. Your thirst will be relentless, and the world will see you as a monster."

Y/N looked at him and the others, her determination growing.

Y/N: "I accept the price. Because with you, I fear nothing."

As the full moon illuminated the mansion, the seven vampires surrounded her, each vowing to protect and guide her in this new existence. They knew the rival clan was still a threat, but now, with Y/N as one of them, their group was complete and more powerful than ever.

Her first hunt that night, guided by Sunoo and Niki, ended with a piercing scream echoing through the forest. The transformation was complete, but something about her blood seemed different. Jungwon, observing her from afar, realized she wasn’t an ordinary vampire. Something in her blood made her a unique predator, and he knew this was just the beginning of something far greater.

What destiny lay ahead now that Y/N had crossed into immortality? No one knew for sure, but the mystery lingered like mist under the moonlight.

Their story, far from over, had only just begun.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿