#yet I still love Wobbly Hearts just the same

[froginninjago]

Day 321: Decided to redraw some old Fanart I made for @ninja-knox-ur-sox-off Wobbly Hearts

I don't know if you're still doing Ninjago at all, but hopefully the Fanart is still appreciated (it's good this time, and the detailed piece I kept promising)

Below the cut is both with lettering (1st) and the old version (2nd)

So there's with lettering

And there's the old one

[snail-day]

You can do this, Satoru. It’s just your wedding. Just the day you’ve been dreaming about since the moment she first smiled at you. Just the person you’re terrifyingly in love with. Who’s about to walk down the aisle and change his life forever. A day he's been dreaming since he first met you

He’s standing at the altar, trying to act normal. Cool as a cucumber. Like his knees aren’t locked and his palms aren’t sweating through his white gloves. Fidgeting with the cuffs of his dark tux every two seconds. Trying not to cry. Trying really hard not to cry.

His baby blues are not looking at the double doors. Nope. Not even glancing. He’ll cry if he does. He knows he’ll cry.

And then the music starts.

You appear.

And he’s a goner.

His breath punches out of him like someone knocked the wind from his lungs for the first time. You’re there. Radiant. Soft. Shining in a way he doesn’t even think the sun could compete with. And you’re crying. Oh god, you’re already crying.

He panics. Internally. Loudly.

Don’t cry, baby, please don’t cry, he begs in his mind, like he can will the tears away just by loving you hard enough. Your bottom lip is wobbling. Your hands are clutching the arm of your dad a little too tightly that his poor father-in-law is wincing. You freeze halfway down the aisle. Staring at him, practically on the verge of sobbing.

Satoru doesn’t hesitate.

He moves before anyone can stop him, taking long strides right to where you’re standing, wide-eyed and trembling. The officiant laughs under their breath and says something like, “Looks like the groom’s meeting the bride halfway,” but Satoru barely hears it. His entire world has narrowed down to you.

“You okay?” he murmurs, cupping your face with both hands, his thumbs rapidly brushing your tears away. You sniffle. Nod. Barely.

So, obviously, he does the only thing he knows how to do: he teases.

“Didn’t know I was marrying a crybaby today,” he whispers, smiling crookedly, voice cracking just enough to betray how close he is to sobbing.

You swat his chest, laugh-wheezing through your tears, and he swears his heart nearly gives out. He wants to kiss you so badly, but it’s not time yet. Not technically. So instead, he holds your hands and walks you the rest of the way down the aisle, like maybe if he stays close enough, your nervousness won’t win.

He doesn’t remember the vows.

He doesn't remember the rings, or if his voice shook when he said “I do.”

But he remembers you. Every second of you. The way your fingers squeezed his like you were scared and excited all at once. The small little hi you spoke during the speech about you two coming together. The way your smile finally broke through the nerves when he mouthed mine during the ceremony.

He’s pretty sure he blacked out for the kiss. All he knows is that when it happens, the world goes quiet. All that’s left is you and him and the overwhelming realization that he gets to love you for the rest of his life.

And later, when he’s holding your heels in one hand and you in the other, dancing barefoot on the reception floor under fairy lights, he’s still chanting the same thing in his head he did the moment you walked down the aisle:

Be good. Be good. Don’t cry. Be normal. You’re married now. This is real. Don’t freak her out.

But also?

Holy shit. She’s mine.

[starpens]

୨୧ㅤִㅤׄ COUGH SYRUP ― GOJO SATORU.

satoru is a bit of an idiot who will do anything to get you to speak to him after an argument.

𓈒 ݁ ₊ content ﾉ fem reader, clingy satoru, established relationship, mild argument, fluff, not proofread, randomly started missing my boy :( <3

satoru can’t function when you’re upset with him. 

he knows he should be an adult about it — he is an adult, after all. he should give you space, let you simmer down. most people do not do things such as send one hundred and fifty text messages (he counted each of ‘em; you left him on read one hundred and fifty two times. who does that?) to your phone while you’re in the middle of grocery shopping and they most definitely do not take a sick day because their significant other is mad at them. 

 but then again, satoru isn’t like most people. 

which is why he’s currently sprawled out on the sofa in the middle of the day, wrapped in your favorite throw blanket — one that still smells faintly of your perfume. tissues litter the coffee table and floor around him, an unconvincing movie set of misery. call him manipulative, but it’s the only thing he’s got left in the tank since, for the last seventy-two hours, you haven’t spoken more than five words in a sentence to him. 

you’re his main source of enrichment, his brain stimulated by your sweet kisses and good loving so when you take that away, you’re stripping away his heart and soul. he’s got nothing left. he might as well die.  

in satoru’s brain, he figures that surely, if he’s coughing up a lung, you’ll feel bad for him and start talking to him again. in sickness and in health, right? 

by the time you walk through the front door after making a quick run to the supermarket for groceries, he’s in full performance mode, clutching his stomach with a groan. 

the sound is so realistic that you feel a sudden stab of worry, wondering if he’s injured. rushing into the living room, you find all six foot three of your boyfriend balled up on the sofa, looking like walking death. 

or trying to, anyway. 

“satoru?” you ask, eyebrows arching as you set your grocery bags down on the floor, taking out your phone and glancing at the time on the lockscreen. “why are you home? it’s eleven am.” 

“baby,” he groans pitfully, looking up at you. his glacier blue eyes are red rimmed and shimmering suspiciously — like he squeezed them shut repeatedly until he got the desired effect. satoru sniffles for good measure, huddling into the blanket. “i’m sick,” he announces, his lower lip wobbling, dragging out the last syllable like it physically hurts him to say it. 

“sick? you seemed fine when i left this morning,” you say, taking a step forward. you reach out a hand, pushing back his wintery locks to check for a fever. his skin feels normal, cool to touch even. your eyes narrow. you’re dubious — satoru never gets sick, yet it is his favorite act whenever he’s in the doghouse and wants attention. that, and he’s a terrible actor. you purse your lips, irritated. this is what he does instead of just apologizing? 

“i wasn’t fine emotionally,” satoru whines back. “i’m heartbroken here. it’s debilitating my health rapidly.” 

your expression doesn’t budge and satoru’s pout deepens when he realizes you’re not buying it. he clutches the blanket tighter around his big body, exaggerating a shiver for good measure. “you’re my life force, angel. my happiness. my —”

“stop it,” you interrupt and hold up a hand, fighting the smile tugging at your lips. you’re mad at him — you are. “but let me get this straight. you called out of work because i wasn’t talking to you?” 

“it was a medical emergency. do you have any idea what it’s like to go hours without hearing you voice?! without seeing you smile at me? you wouldn’t even let me use your body wash last night so we could share the same scent. i barely survived the night. any longer and i’d be a goner,” he sighs dramatically, then remembers he’s supposed to be on his last leg and hacks, phlegm rattling in his throat. 

“you’re obsessed,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to hold firm. but your damned heart has selective memory and it is making an appearance again, rapidly forgetting why you’re still mad at him. oh, you had a right to be upset over what he did, but it seems insignificant now when he’s in front of you, groveling like a servant at a throne. 

“angel, come on,” he presses, sitting up on the sofa and reaching for your hand, hurt flashing bright across his eyes when you step out of range. if you let him pull you down on that sofa with him, he’ll sweet talk his way into you forgiving him without consequences. he’ll do that anyway, but you won’t make it easy for him. “i’ll do anything to make it right.” 

“don’t angel me. you can’t just manipulate me into forgiving you with your big pretty eyes,” you wag your finger at him. “i bet you don’t even know what you did.” 

“i know, but it’s working, ain’t it?” he grins, shamelessly dropping the congested tone in his voice. “and i know what i did,” he scoffs. “you’re mad at me about that thing.” 

yes, that thing.

two nights ago, your body pillow — your very expensive, weighted body pillow which happened to have a giant render of your boyfriend on it, went missing. you’d commissioned it to have something to cuddle with on those nights when satoru is away on business and you miss him in your shared bed an unhealthy amount. you’d become a little too attached to it, though, while satoru wanted nothing more than to burn it. 

“he has a name,” you hiss, swatting satoru’s knee as you struggle not to laugh. “don’t call mr. comf-toru-ble a thing! he’s sensitive.” 

“see?” satoru says, scrubbing a hand over his handsome face before gesturing around wildly. “you even named it.” 

you give him a sharp look. “he cost me an entire paycheck— an entire paycheck that three days ago, you gave to the garbage collectors because i was cuddling him instead of you!” 

“i was feeling neglected!” he defends, voice pitching higher in his affront, placing a hand on his chest. “you spent the whole night with it. meanwhile, i— your husband— was right there, cold and alone. i can’t let me steal my wife.”

“we’re not married, satoru,” you remind him, then pout. “unlike my husband, the pillow doesn’t hog the covers, snore, or throw out things that i really like.” 

“it’s not hogging the covers, it’s redistribution of them for my comfort,” he grins playfully, but upon seeing your serious expression, he concedes, sobering up. in truth, he knows he messed up and went too far. it was childish to throw out something that you bought because of his frequent bouts of absence. maybe if he was around more, you wouldn’t need to cuddle with body pillows that look like him. “look, baby. i’m sorry. it was a moment of weakness. it’s not everyday i gotta be in competition with myself, but i’ll make it up to you! i even ordered you another one.” 

“a moment of jealousy, you mean,” you counter, but there’s no real bite behind your tone now.

“hey, you gotta see it from my perspective though. it’s kind of crazy seeing you cuddle with a pillow that looks like me when the real thing is right here,” satoru gestures down the long line of his body, though it looks more comical than inviting when he’s wrapped like a overstuffed burrito in your throw blanket.

“mm,” you nod, “well, maybe if the ‘real thing’ is a good boy, i’ll cuddle him more often.” 

“deal,” he answers immediately and when his muscular arms shoot out from behind the blanket and reach for you this time, you let him. his arms circle around your waist, pulling you into his lap. it was just a few days of silent treatment, but satoru wastes no time tucking his face against the dip of your neck, breathing in your sweet scent like you’re something precious and rare he lost ages ago and is just discovering again after eons. 

he’s squishing you, he knows it, but god he hates it when you’re mad at him — and you, in return, hate being at odds with him too. you both make too much sense to each other to be apart, and there’s upset in the balance of the world when the two of you are in an argument. 

“worst seventy-two hours of my life,” satoru blows out a breath of relief, the air tickling the hair at the nape of your neck, drawing a shiver down your spine. “never do that to me again, angel. you hear?” 

“don’t throw out my customized satoru merch again and i won’t, baby,” you coo, smiling. 

“you’ll still choose me over the other guy though, right?” 

“we’ll see, ‘toru, we’ll see,” you answer playfully, yelping when he darts in to nip at your ear in retaliation.

getting comfortable in satoru’s lap, you lean in to put the both of you out of your miseries and forgive him with a kiss when you get a whiff of menthol and childhood memories wafting from his chest.

 “are you wearing vaporub?”

[chuluoyi]

𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 !

- gojo satoru x reader // zen'in naoya x reader

the path of love is never easy for you, be it now or back then. love, pain, betrayal and tragedy — you have been through them all. after all is said and done, you just want one chance at happiness. so will your second marriage be what you always want it to be, or will it be one last heartbreak you have to go through?

genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—might be ooc, angst, hurt/comfort, a lot of fluff, marriage of convenience, explicit smut (semi-public sex), pregnancy, childbirth, mentions of curses

note: loosely inspired by and taking some elements of manhwa remarried empress. this is the final part of remarried empress au trilogy! wc. 9.4k ! i'm so happy with how well-received this little series is :') thank you so, so much for reading!

credit header goes to @/poro06625649 in twitter!

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“Satoru...”

Once, to you, love meant complete acceptance. To be able to accept someone so wholly, unquestionably, as they are.

Until you excelled in everything, a stone throw away from perfection even, and Naoya still spurned you.

When you married Satoru out of sheer impulse just to preserve your standing, you thought you had found that kind of love at last. Until it became clear a part of him wanted something else, and you couldn't accept that.

At the same time, you also felt like a hypocrite, because you wanted that love for you, and yet you couldn't give the same to him and even doubted him altogether. Using each other, you had even said.

But right at this moment... none of that mattered anymore.

Not when Satoru forcefully hurled Suguru aside, fought his way through the searing heat, tearing away debris after debris, punching through the remnants of the collapsing pagoda, all while dreadfully screaming your name.

“Where are you!? Gods, answer me!” He looked like a desperate madman. He was hyperventilating, bloodied, and yet he kept violently flinging the debris, determined to find you.

That sight of him struck you straight in the heart. He could've obliterated the whole tower with his ability if he wanted to, but he didn't. Doing so would seal your fate entirely.

He yelled your name once again, pouring his anguish and frustration into the air that his voice grew hoarse. “Where are you!”

If this isn't love, you thought almost tearfully. Then what is?

“Satoru!” and so you forced yourself to walk, despite being on the verge of collapse. Seeing him like this tore your heart to shreds. “Satoru!”

He stopped abruptly, his chest still heaving violently before turning to you. At first, he thought it was the voice inside his head. Everything around him was a chaotic blur, so when he turned to find you standing there, miraculously unharmed, he was stunned.

A shuddering breath escaped him as he gazed at you, the blue in his eyes filled with so much fright you had never seen before. "Y/N...?"

You staggered on your feet, your dress appearing singed at the edges—but you were there, alive.

"What are you doing!?" you admonished, almost in tears. "Why do you hurt yourself like that!?"

Suddenly, it was hard to breathe, but he didn't hesitate. He flung the splinter in his hand away and sprinted towards you, roughly pulling you into his arms.

"—!" he rasped, almost gasping for air, while squeezing the back of your head closer. "Heavens, I thought... I thought you were—!"

Satoru was trembling so badly in your embrace, unable to utter another word as he buried his face in your shoulder. He was beyond shaken—grunting, taking sharp breaths, and holding you so tightly that it left you at a loss of words.

He only pulled back once, albeit shakily, to have a good look of your face. There was one bruise on your cheek and you were covered in soot.

But you were still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"I'm fine..." you tried reassuring him, lips wobbling, placing a hand on his palm that touched your face. "I'm fine now..."

Then Satoru pulled you close again, and you came willingly. Simply holding you, he inhaled the scent of the roses mixed with ash in your hair, feeling your breath on his neck.

To see this man, usually so self-assured, reduced to such a mess out of fear for you touched you deeply. You nestled closer to him, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.

In that moment, as you two clung to each other, nothing else matters.

"You've always coveted what I have..."

The ice in your eyes and the chill in your words felt like a curse. Hanabi was beside herself every day ever since she had left Western Empire. No way, she even saw you in her dreams!

Granted, her impulsiveness had almost cost her everything. She shouldn't have placed that curse on the necklace— she shouldn't have dared to attempt it in the first place.

But seeing that piece that had tied you two together—the testament to Naoya's remaining affection for you, however small it was—made Hanabi burn with jealousy. Why did he remember you still? Hadn't he dethroned you and chosen her?

Also, why did you put it as if she had been trying to take all that you had? She was now a royal consort, she was just demanding what she was due!

"...and sooner or later, that will be your downfall."

Hanabi shivered as an intense chill seemed to enter her body, spreading rapidly to her limbs and brain, immobilizing her. What is it? Why are your words struck her to the core?

"My lady, are you alright?" her attendant walked up to her as she clutched her chest.

"I-I..." Hanabi faltered, trying to even her breath. "I'm not feeling that well..."

"Shall I get the physician? You do look pale..."

"Please do."

Damn you. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. You must've cursed her, that must be it! Why else did she keep hearing your voice?

"Sending you back to Naoya is a punishment in itself—you know that by now."

No, she had come this far. Even if she couldn't have Naoya's favor, even if she couldn't become the empress... she would fight tooth and nail to remain a consort.

After all, all her life, she was meant for this.

. . .

And true to her conviction... once again, fortune favors the bold.

"My lady, congratulations! You're with child!"

Hanabi blinked at the cheerful royal physician as he delivered the news. "R-really? Are you... sure?"

"Certainly! Oh, this is great news! The emperor will surely be delighted by this news!"

For a full minute, Hanabi sat there, stunned in amazement. She had really done it, and if it was a boy this time, then...

"Aha..." she burst into a small titter then, before breaking into a full-blown laugh. "Ahahaha!"

You're wrong, Empress Y/N. This time, I will show you.

"Congratulations, my lady!" the ladies around her gathered, showering her with praises. And Hanabi knew that finally, her time had come.

True paradise begins in hell. And now, I've risen from that hell.

Contrary to what you told Satoru, you were, in fact, not fine.

Shoko was the one who led you out of the burning pagoda, sustaining burns herself in the process. Immediately after you found Satoru, who was frantically on the verge of losing his sanity searching for you, you collapsed in his arms.

You had inhaled a significant amount of smoke, there was a gash in your arm, and you were even bleeding due to the stress.

And therefore, you were put on bedrest for the next upcoming weeks by the royal physician's orders and by extension, Satoru's.

However, during those three weeks, Satoru never visited you even once.

. . .

"Are you sure you're well enough to be walking around already?"

After being confined to your bedchamber for what felt like forever, you decided to take a stroll in the royal gardens. Shoko was the one in charge of watching you like a hawk these days. She didn't usually follow you around—you noticed she often went out on her own—but lately, she insisted on being by your side.

"Mm-hmm, I'm perfectly well now, Shoko," you gave her a smile as you admired the blue roses in the bushes. "You don't have to keep an eye on me all the time. I'm feeling better already."

You would be lying if you said you didn't miss your husband. A part of you of course wanted Satoru to check on you, or at least, your baby. Three weeks had passed, and your belly was now rounder and heavier.

"Oh, well... That's good then..."

Shoko seemed a bit unsure, frowning even, and you had your guesses, so you decided to bite the bullet. "How is Satoru these days?"

"Eh?"

"You must've seen him. He isn't avoiding you like he does me."

"Your Majesty..." Shoko let out a long sigh, seemingly exasperated and sorry at the same time, and you knew you hit the mark with it. "He's well, don't worry too much about him."

"Is he taking enough breaks?"

"He— err, I'm not really sure about that."

"Then, next time you see him, along with my general condition, tell him that I want him to do so."

You didn't mean to make Shoko uncomfortable, and if you did, then it was most definitely not what you intended. You just wanted a way to communicate with your brooding husband, that was all.

"You absolute imbecile! This is beyond ridiculous, why are you refusing to meet your own wife and talk to her?!"

If it had been anyone other than Countess Shoko, they would have certainly been hanged for their outrageous words against the emperor.

Satoru actually felt bitter for not visiting you ever since that day of the fire. Truth to be told, he was worried sick, the terror of thinking you might have perished in the blaze still lingered with him to this day.

He wanted nothing more than to hug you and bury his face in yours. He genuinely wanted you to be well and safe, always. Preferably, if he could keep you close too.

So, why did he avoid you on purpose?

First, the utter awkwardness. Second, the very fact that you had allowed those scums from Eastern Empire to be released. He still couldn't accept it, no matter how. In his eyes, you did it out of love for Naoya.

And that, in and of itself, was like a betrayal of his heart.

"She is becoming unhappy," Shoko noted earlier, frustration evident in her tone. "And on some nights, she also experiences hip pains due to carrying your baby. You're heartless if you don't even come to look at her even once!"

But then, Satoru felt as if he'd been punched in the gut. His unborn child.

...he had left you more or less alone now, hadn't he?

In reality, you preferred the secluded comfort of your study over the royal gardens.

And yet, that beloved study Satoru gifted you on the day he married you and you became the empress of Western Empire felt constricting lately. You almost felt claustrophobic.

Maybe it was the burgundy walls, or perhaps it was the sting of bitterness in your chest that you tried to suppress so others wouldn't see. You didn't really care which though.

So, you often wandered through the gardens to enjoy the fresh air, and at times, stopping by the spot where the pagoda once stood.

Nothing. Now that was all that left. The image of a once-beautiful tower reduced to dust and the scorched earth evoked a sense of loss within you, and what made it more painful was knowing that you were the one responsible for its destruction.

But still, what hurt the most was... what had happened to the man who had trembled with fear, believing you might not have escaped the burning pagoda? Why had he spared you with nothing at all?

"Meow..."

You looked at the squirming cat in your arms, his fluffy tail tickling you. "Oh, Sugu-chan, do you want to take a walk too?"

The clear blue eyes of Satoru's pet cat looked back at you demurely before he leapt out of your arms and trotted ahead, as if leading the way.

With nothing better to occupy your time, you often played with Sugu-chan to amuse yourself these days. The cat, with its gentle disposition, frequently curled up next to you for comfort and he somehow made those days better.

"Sugu-chan, don't stray too far!" you called out, trailing closely behind him. Knowing well that you weren't well enough to chase after him should he run off, you watched to ensure he didn't disappear from sight. "Oh!"

And sigh, he did just that. Sugu-chan leapt into the bushes, prompting you to release a resigned breath before navigating through the maze-like foliage.

"Sugu-chan, where are youuu?" you drew a breath, glancing around in confusion. "If only you were calmer like your namesake..."

After navigating several corners, you turned another and spotted a fluffy white fur, and you swore to the skies that you would yank Sugu-chan by his tail if he were to wander off again, when—

"Meooow!"

"Bad, bad cat! Why did you bite me—!?"

—and there you saw your husband, crouching down as he clutched his hand, before he whipped his head to look at you—

"Satoru," you straightened your back by instinct, your heartbeat quickening.

His eyes turned blank for a second, before those blue pools regarded you with a look you couldn't really discern. "Y/N."

. . .

It was awkward silence throughout the way. You didn't even realize when you had arrived at Satoru's study.

You had wanted this unsettling atmosphere between you to end. Why couldn't both of you just be honest already? You were about to voice your thoughts when suddenly Satoru, who had his back on you, suddenly said:

"I will not have a scandal. Therefore, you will behave in a way that nothing is known against you. In return, you will retain your privileges as the empress of the Western Empire, and continue to fulfill your duties."

That? That's the first thing he said to you after those weeks sonorous silence? This stiff, faux nonsense of him pardoning you of your supposed treason?

"Is that all you have to say to me?" you blurted almost immediately, feeling your anger rising. "After everything—"

"After everything— yes." Satoru's back was still facing you, his light blue robes shifted slightly as he tucked his hands inside his pocket pants. "Despite everything, I have nothing but concern for you, Empress. And your act of treason— even if you take no offense, I still consider it a stain on my name to let a pair of criminals go free. Consider it my generosity that I decided to overlook it."

Your body felt like shaking, his strained and formal words irked you, and at the same time, pierced through your heart and tore it to pieces.

"I've told you— I can't let Megumi be condemned for a deed he hasn't committed," you stated firmly, staring hard at his back as if you could bore a hole through him. "He is a kind boy, he used to be my ward. And you know as well as I do, he isn't capable of such a thing!"

"What about that consort—the woman who overtook your place?" he suddenly turned to face you, and the expression on his face almost made you shrink. There was no emotions in his eyes, just a dark hue of blue. "She was the one staging it, wasn't she?"

"I'm not vindictive enough to sentence her to her death here, Satoru." The more you argued about this, the more you felt like you were losing him. "Naoya will deal with her as he sees fit."

The mention of your ex-husband seemed to trigger something in him that his lips curled into a sneer.

"So much trust you place in him. As I thought, I should've never expected the same for me. Granted, we're just using each other, aren't we?"

Your own words thrown back at you, it felt like your shattered heart was being stomped on and reduced to dust, because how could he?

Still, you blinked away your tears, steeling yourself with the one fact even Satoru wouldn't be able to refute. "You said it yourself—you intend to use me for your war against the Eastern Empire. How am I not supposed to see that as you using me?"

You let out a scoff when Satoru wasn't able to answer you, but then suddenly it occurred to you that there might be another reason, one you had suspected, and yet still not able to make sense of.

"I'd think jealousy is insulting to you, so why?" you questioned, suddenly feeling a sense of betrayal. "Why is it that you can't believe that I can love you the same way I did Naoya? Or possibly even more?"

To Satoru, that very thought still felt like a thorn inside his chest. How you managed to see through him almost made his facade falter—

"And if you feel that it's unfair to you how you're the one who keeps proving yourself—then tell me," you suddenly demanded with a gritted teeth. "How am I supposed to believe you've loved me when I know marrying me came at just the right time for your goals?"

"That's not true!" he suddenly raised his voice, all pretentiousness forgotten. Right in this moment, to your surprise, he no longer resembled the cold, distant emperor he seemed to be.

“From the very moment you led me by the hand twenty years ago, I’ve longed for you! And now that I finally have you— it goes beyond mere infatuation or obsession! Heavens help me, but fuck it— I love you so damn much!”

It was everything. Satoru had poured his entire heart out in one go, believing it would be enough, until he saw you trembling, visibly holding back tears.

Your pretty eyes widened as you took in his confession. Your precious lips parted slightly, wobbling in effort to hold yourself together—

—until you felt light all of a sudden, as if the boulder in your heart had came crashing down, as if you had let go of all fears, and a small chuckle escaped you.

"You said, the woman you thought to have a semblance of affection for you doesn't exist," your voice was uneven but you tried so hard to sound clear, a relieved smile forming on your lips. "But she does. I do."

“I love you, Satoru.” The first of your tears fell then, and your voice came out in a sob. “I believe I love you. I'm the happiest while being with you. And so, to hear you say that I'm just a part of your plans makes me so incredibly sad, I—”

“I just want… the honest truth from you.” You took a deep breath to steady yourself, your eyes glistening like diamonds as you fought back the tears.

He swore something inside him twisted and bled at your voice, and suddenly, nothing else mattered—

Not when you have bared everything.

Before he could think, he took two decisive strides towards you and pulled you into his arms.

"Don't cry..." he pulled you tighter into him. "I'm sorry— don't cry, sweetheart, please—"

You kept sniffling into him, and Satoru felt his heart break then, as never had he seen you so utterly dejected that you surrendered in his arms.

How was it possible that the mere realization and sight of your genuine affection and tears reduced him to a man who would give up everything for you?

“It’s true, I have been planning to wage war against Eastern Empire for years. I took measures to keep them in check, and I do think having you by my side would definitely give me an advantage. But that’s not it... when I saw how you were being wronged there, I was even more convinced it was the rightest thing to do.”

He loves you. Even if he had committed various things, be it heinous or deceptive, one truth that transcends all is that his love for you is genuine.

“You mean so much to me,” he whispered into your ear, his hand tracing along your spine. “Everything else might be true, but you— no, I have loved you first before everything.”

Oh. You looked up to him, finding his clear, steadfast gaze on you. So this is how he is like when he isn’t hiding behind that crafty smile. When he is being most truthful.

The overflowing emotions obliterated whatever doubts you had left. You felt full. A profound, pervasive sense of love radiated through your myriad thoughts.

And to him, nothing was more liberating than knowing that you returned his love with equal fervor.

You felt bliss... utter bliss.

You didn't really know when you fell asleep, but it felt like the best rest you had in ages. For weeks, you had been waking up in the middle of the night, either in cold sweat or feeling tingling, barely-there stabs in your growing belly. On those nights, you would clutch the pillow beside you for comfort.

But tonight, you felt warm, and the first thing you noticed was Satoru's hair right in your face. He had laid his head above your chest, and his fingers were gently stroking your visible bump.

"Satoru...?" you asked sleepily, and he immediately turned to you in slight surprise.

"Did I wake you?" he looked almost alarmed. "Or do you feel any kind of pain or—?"

"No, just—" and you bit your lip when that familiar stab of pain shot through your hips. Your hand pressed against the spot as you let out a small grunt.

"Hey, what do you feel now?" Satoru immediately moved beside you, capturing you in the warmth of his embrace. "Does it hurt much? Do I need to call for—"

"No need to, it's fine—"

"It's not fine," he firmly retorted, his jaw set in a tight line. "The royal physician will come here first thing in the morning and that's final."

A faint smile formed in your lips as you curled closer and sighed contentedly into him. "Whatever you wish then, Your Majesty."

Satoru took that as a hint of sarcasm, but he simply pressed you closer and placed his warm hand over the spot where your hand rested. "Shoko told me. How long have you been enduring this?"

"Fairly recently, actually. A few weeks or so..."

I never knew. He berated himself because how would he be aware of this when he had completely shut you down? The stress must've gotten to you, and you were so delicate right now...

"Sorry," he sighed into your hair, his voice so quiet it was almost unheard. "From now on, everything that makes you uncomfortable, please tell me."

You looked up at him, searching his face, and when your innocent eyes met his, he relented.

"I'll do everything in my power to ensure you have a smooth journey in delivering our child." His words, sharp yet genuine, made your heart nearly leap out of your chest. "I hate seeing you in any sort of discomfort."

He fretted over you this much and yet he used to think you wouldn't show him the same affection in return. That was so ridiculous when you thought about it now.

"Ah," you giggled freely, wrapping your arms tight around him, and Satoru was taken aback at how that simple affirmation from you made something inside him feel lighter.

His endearing queen, who loved him back, now right in his arms. As he massaged your waist, he thought back to many years of careful planning and schemes, just for one particular goal...

“Not anymore,” he told you quietly, and you sleepily blinked your eye open. “I love you too much to break your heart.”

“Hmm?”

You were puzzled, and could feel his hot breath at such a close distance. And then those blue crystal of eyes met yours, full of warmth, and the corners of his lips curved into a soft smile, one that caught you by the heart.

“I’m made of many things. The emperor of this land, a soldier of many ambitions... but in the end, just a man.” His voice was languid and yet so gentle that it almost lulled you to sleep again. “If it were up to me, I’d have no qualms with warring the Eastern Empire. But now... I no longer wish to do that.”

Anticipation surged within you at his words, but still...

Noticing your reluctance, Satoru pinched your cheek and smiled. "It's not what you want. I thought I could proceed with it even if it'd leave you heartbroken... but apparently I can't."

And with his next proclamation, you knew without a doubt that this time, they were truer than anything else.

“And do you know? Because I love you, I’m willing to do anything for you. Mark my words, my queen— From now on... Heaven and earth, I would give it all to you.”

"Mm..." Whether it was your hormones or the sheer sincerity that shone through his words, tears were brimming in your eyes as Satoru gave you his oath. "Thank you... for thinking of me."

"Anything for you, sweetheart." He dipped his head to press a kiss on your lips and you were about to snuggle closer to him when you felt that familiar flutter and suddenly let out a gasp—

"Satoru!" you exclaimed, almost startling him, but you immediately reached out and placed his hand on your belly. "Feel it!"

And then, his eyes widened slightly. It was the most wondrous moment he had ever experienced in his life as he felt the baby inside you kick and ripple beneath his palm.

"Ah..." he exhaled the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Baby... she moves..."

The very idea of a precious baby girl that was an exact replica of you suddenly made his heart lurch. Satoru swore in that moment to protect her with his life... he didn't know it was possible, but he was already in love with her even when she wasn't born yet.

"Why are you so sure it's a girl?" you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck and smooched his jaw when he was rendered speechless. "I want a boy, you know."

Satoru snapped out of his trance and sullenly huffed. "I still hope it's a girl. I want a princess I can spoil rotten."

"I want a baby boy who looks like you." Your sincere wish surprised him, and he turned to you in bewilderment. "That way, even when you're away, I won't miss you as much since I still have the little prince near me."

"Ha." Satoru feigned a snort to cover the faint blush steadily gathering in his cheeks. Good heavens, how cute was it that he wanted a girl who resembled you and you wanted a boy just so he'd look like him? He was so giddy that he failed to come up with a witty comeback for you.

Pure bliss. After everything, this is your life from now on.

Shoko stood in front of your chambers the next morning, her heels clacking like a ticking watch of doom.

Unlike the everlasting frown etched on her face, she was actually in a dilemma, debating her choices outside your chambers. It was late morning already, but she'd hate to go in if you were not alone.

If she went ahead and caught you with Gojo on your bed—and worse, naked—with her own eyes... no, it was unthinkable what the sight would do to her. She would never recover. She would spew unforgivable profanities and Gojo might have her banished for real.

"What are you doing?"

Shoko whirled around so fast to suppress her shriek, and shot a look of distaste as soon as she saw who was behind her—Duke Geto. "Don't sneak up on me like that! You're not small like Sugu-chan!"

Suguru, prim and neat with his tied bun and black robes, raised one eyebrow, clearly swallowing any comments regarding the cat. "What are you doing, loitering in the hallway?"

"The empress hasn't woken up yet, and it's nearly midday. She has engagements with the master of tea parties later."

"Don't bother. Satoru's there. He'll most likely tell you that her schedule can be rearranged, and his word is law."

Shoko barked a laugh and Suguru too broke into a smile.

"So, they're good now?"

"Yeah... seems so."

"Thank fuck. Gojo owes me one for this."

The two friends chuckled again, relieved to know that the cold war between both of you had ceased.

Suguru leaned against the wall, his eyes crinkled at a memory. "Don't you remember those days, when Satoru used to watch the empress at each and every ball we attended, back when she was still the crown princess?"

Shoko crossed her arms, letting out a loud snort. "Oh yes. Everyone talked about him. The prince smitten by a rival country's betrothed... his reputation took a hit, but he never cared."

"I never took him seriously until recently. He was so adamant in his plans for the East that I thought... maybe it was all just to realize his war plans."

"Geto... don't tell me," the countess eyed her longtime friend incredulously. "Have not seen enough of the empress' paintings hanging in the halls? Is that not convincing enough for you?"

Throughout almost one year of your marriage, Satoru had commissioned at least five paintings of you to hang in the palace halls. Servants, members of parliament, and peerage must have seen at least one of your pictures whenever they turned a corner.

"If that's not stupidly in love, I didn't know what that is." Shoko shook her head with a smile. "Gojo has been spellbound for like years. I just never thought he'd really have her in the end though."

Suguru and Shoko had been by Satoru’s side for many years. Suguru was the closest to him still, and he had seen his friend for everything he was.

And knowing that Satoru was genuine in choosing this path, all Suguru could do was be happy for him.

“Life always has its ways… heh, I suppose all’s well that ends well.”

SOME MONTHS LATER . . .

"There, there, Sugu-chan!"

Suguru flinched. Satoru snickered.

"Meow!"

And you continued to tickle the white cat happily, seated a few feet away from both of them with a broad grin on your face.

"Should... Her Majesty be so close to the cat?" Suguru eventually asked, casting a skeptical gaze on you. The presence of the feline was certainly not what he expected when he entered Satoru's study per his summons. "It's dirty often and may affect her health."

"No, no... I never let him walk outside anymore and he has to be cleaned all times before the empress plays with him." Satoru's sly smile was a clear sign of taunt. "Suguru~ Won't you play with him too?"

Suguru shot him a withering look, his eyes twitching again the moment you addressed the cat by his childhood nickname.

"Oh, Sugu-chan, you're so gentle..." you exclaimed with a giggle. Your fingers gently scratched the cat's chin and behind his ears, causing him to purr happily and roll onto his back.

"Meooow~"

"Anyway, why did you call me here?" Suguru let out a sigh, disregarding the background noises and leveled a questioning look at his friend and ruler of the country.

"Hmm, nothing of importance actually, my cat just misses you is all," Satoru shrugged nonchalantly and Suguru really was about to pop a vein at his blatant response.

He then threw a sharp glance towards the pet and Sugu-chan immediately let out a dissatisfied hiss. This was always the way since the first day Satoru adopted him.

"Your cat, evidently, dislikes me at first sight."

"That's because he senses your animosity!"

Seeing how uncomfortable the duke looked, you suppressed a laugh and scooped up the feline into your arms. "Forgive me, Duke Geto. It's my idea to bring you here since I'm curious how you'd react if you and Sugu-chan are in the same room..."

...well, if it was your wish, who was he to deny it? Satoru would come for his head first should he do so.

You winked. "I'll bring him out for a walk, feel free to talk to your heart's content."

"Don't overexert yourself," Satoru warned, his playful expression towards him shifting to a concerned look for you, surprising Suguru in the process. "If walking is too much, take a rest."

"Yes, yes... I'll be fine~"

Satoru never took his eyes off you until you left his study, and Suguru couldn't help but smile.

"The way you always soften around her will never fail to surprise me," he noted with a hint of amusement.

"Then get surprised all your life because that's all I will do," he retorted with a proud smirk. "Oh right... how is the progress for the new courtyard?"

To replace the pagoda lost in your incident, Satoru came up with another gift for you—a private courtyard for your own personal pleasure. It still remained a secret from you, with Suguru tasked to oversee its construction.

"It's expected to be done before the empress' birthday, don't worry."

"Good..." His lips curved with satisfaction, before a blush tinted his cheeks. "And by then, the baby must've already..."

You were far along now, evident from how your dresses were no longer able to hide the curve of your swollen belly. He was to become a father soon, and anyone could see how elated Satoru was.

And suddenly he fixed his sharp gaze on his friend. "And Suguru, what about the other thing I asked? Have you looked into it?"

"Yeah...?"

"Zen'in Naoya's wench—" Satoru's eyes glinted with something akin to malice, as he still had that smile. "What did you find about her?"

Royal Consort Hanabi. A while ago, he also asked him to investigate her background, and Suguru almost forgot about it if he hadn't asked.

"Prior working as a palace servant, she was a former maid for Duke Kamo. As with all servants there, she was not treated kindly."

"Kamo? Interesting..."

The Kamo clan used to sit at Eastern Empire's throne up until Naoya's ancestors usurped it. Now, the heir remained a wealthy duke, and it was well-known that the fates of anyone who crossed him didn't end well.

Satoru hummed, barking a snort. "Well, I suppose that's it then. Suguru, proceed as is."

"I really thought you were done with any of your revenge plans." Suguru really didn't want to bring it up but he wasn't sure if this would bode well.

"I've given up on spilling blood, because that's not what my queen wants..." Satoru's smile froze on his face, yet his eyes sparkled. "But that doesn't mean I'll let that lowly bitch go unscathed. Our empress might be a saint and have chosen to spare her, but I most certainly am not as forgiving."

The chilly white light of the chandelier above him cast an eerie glow on Emperor Gojo Satoru at that moment, and Suguru almost shuddered.

"Didn't I tell you before? Anyone who dares to lay their hands on my empress... they have to pay the price."

Meanwhile in the Eastern Empire's palace, the royal consort still was the object of everyone's praises as of late.

It was almost astonishing how well she was treated recently, all because she was carrying the emperor's child, Hanabi thought with irony. So this was her life now.

Valued when she is able please the emperor, discarded when she fails to do so.

Sometimes it made her wonder, if it were still you in her place, would you be treated the same way? Or would you always be revered just like you were, unconditionally?

No matter. Her thoughts always leaned towards comparing herself with you, despite how much she hated it. Yet it was no use thinking of it now.

After all, now Naoya was in her arms.

She couldn't help but marvel at the sight of his sharp eyebrows and jaw. Hanabi had always thought, he was most handsome when he was vast asleep, when he wasn't hurling profanities at her or anyone else.

At first, she just wanted his love, and then a happy ending. She was never audacious enough to covet the empress' seat. But now she had to, after what you said to her.

"...that will be your downfall."

How could you? How dare you? Hanabi had gone through so much, who are you to dictate how her fates will turn out?

She now carried a son. She had even gone to an oracle to make sure of it. Soon, she would be the empress of this empire, and you would be forced to regard her as an equal.

And she was very much looking forward to that day…

Safe to say... you have long since thrown away any thoughts regarding the one woman who isn't worth a second of your time in your blissful days...

“Satoru, hng— ahh!” a lustful, provocative moan escaped your lips as you bucked your hips against his lips—face—and all the while, you weren’t even properly dressed.

But your emperor of a husband insisted on dipping his head inside your thin bathrobe and devouring you right on the staircase leading to the bathing chamber.

“Ah—aah—hah!” you threw your head back, spreading your legs impossibly wider around his shoulder, as you felt his lips licking your drenched nub.

You wanted so badly to see him, but weren’t able to do so as not only your belly had become such a dome that hindered you from seeing your lower half, Satoru hiding under your robes meant you wouldn’t be able to see him at all.

And so, all you could do was feel, feel and feel.

Feel how sticky wet your womanhood was, feel how his hair was tickling your thighs, and feel how as he eagerly sucked and nipped at you, it almost made you see stars—

“Satoru, the servants… mmrngh! Can walk in!” you tried to reason and yet failing at the same time as a shuddering pleasure washed over you like a rising tide.

“So be it,” came Satoru’s daring reply from underneath. “Let them see… and I’ll tell them— this is how their empress comes to be s-so swollen… with the fruit of my labors!”

You moaned again unabashedly, not even bothering to hold it back as the noises you made echoed throughout the hall, your fingers curling and clawing at the marbled tiles.

And soon, you couldn’t hold it in anymore as you came around his tongue.

“Ah…” you writhed breathlessly, feeling how your cum helplessly gushing out, limp against the stairs. Your body jerked, and cramped as you felt him taking in everything that came out of you.

When he was done, Satoru gently removed your light robe and embraced you, taking in every detail. He admired the cascade of your hair over your shoulder, the softness of your skin—seemingly even softer in recent months—and how your body gracefully accommodated the baby.

So heavy with his child… and yet it only roused his desires.

“Look at you, do I tire you out?” he chuckled, licking the remnants of your juice off his lips. You shot him an unamused look and poked his chest in response.

“Here, let me clean you up...”

After cleaning you, he gathered you and brought you to the bath tub, submerging both of you in the warm water.

Satoru pulled you close from behind, wrapping his arms around your upper body, gently kissing your neck.

“You’re so affectionate,” you giggled as you caressed his cheek. “I had half a mind that you’d be repulsed with how big I’ve become, and yet you never stray far from my bed.”

“Nonsense. Your chamber is the temple and I worship any ground you walk on.”

“You’re not worshipping me?”

“I do more than just worship you, my goddess.” Satoru drawled out with a lazy smile, burning a wet kiss on your face. “You know that.”

At this moment, you felt warm and fulfilled, resigning yourself to your husband's arms with a contented sigh... until you let out a low hiss when you felt the familiar pounding from inside your belly.

"Shh," Satoru warm hand pressed on the protruding spot in your bump, soothing you. "There, there... don't hurt your mama, hmm?"

Soon, you'd have your baby in your arms, and your heart melted at the very thought. That little baby would soon be running the palace halls, bringing joy to this empire.

"You know I'd protect you from anything and everything," your husband said to you in a whisper, lovingly breathing in your scent. "So my only wish for you is to deliver the baby safely. Afterwards, leave the rest to me, hmm?"

I don't want to lose you. That was clearly the fear behind his words. Satoru's grip on you tightened and you kissed his arm, reassuring him.

After everything you went through, this would be your happy ending, and you would do whatever it takes to win it.

And then the day comes —

Your labor pains started at the crack of dawn, and you were immediately brought to the birthing chambers afterwards.

Even within the confines of your chambers, your cries echoed through the halls. Shoko and several of your maids stayed with you inside, while the Archbishop guarded the entrance.

"It's almost a day and a half," Satoru muttered restlessly, unable to go on with his day as he paced outside. He had been with you when you woke up to your waters breaking, and he hadn't been able to think straight since.

A maid rushed outside with bloodied towels and he immediately stopped her. "How is the empress? Is she alright?"

The petrified maid bowed her head. "Her Majesty is losing blood, Your Majesty!"

He lost all reasons that very moment. "I have to come inside—!"

"You can't be in there, Your Majesty!" Archbishop Yaga sternly forbid, standing in his way. "It's women's business inside—you should be ready when they announced the birth of the child!"

Satoru's eyes twitched with fury and he was really about to drive past him when this time, it was Shoko who came out, looking alarmed. "Gojo! She's asking for you!"

"He cannot!"

"Suguru..." Satoru turned to his friend with a look and immediately, the duke went to the man’s side.

The emperor then regarded him with an unsettling smile. "Do you like being the Archbishop?"

"Huh?"

"Would you want to keep your position as the Archbishop?"

"Your Majesty!"

"Do you believe you can keep your position as the Archbishop... by defying me?"

Yaga fell silent, as if he had just swallowed a sour lemon, and Satoru seized the opportunity to push him aside. "Then move."

Even after Satoru had rushed inside, Suguru remained near the archbishop and Yaga looked at him incredulously. "He went inside already, why are you still here?"

"His Majesty's orders. Have to keep an eye for you for evaluation since he has another candidate in mind should he deem you unfit in your role..."

"Who is the other candidate!?"

"Ah, he told me his name was... Priest Akutami?"

. . .

Pain blinded your senses that you fell back to the sheets after strenuously pushing, and the next thing you knew, Satoru's face was in your sight.

"Sweetheart, hey..." he took hold of your hand and planted a firm kiss on it. His cerulean eyes gleamed brightly as he gazed at you. "I'm here now."

"Satoru—" your voice came out as a whisper, before another contraction seized you and you moaned. Your eyes rolled back involuntarily as the intense pain surged through you once more. You could feel how close you were, yet it was so painful you could barely breathe.

"Take deep breath, here—" he helped you to sit straighter and gave you his arm to hold.

"Your Majesty, I can see the head already!" the midwife exclaimed in joy, and Satoru turned to you with a smile.

“A little bit more,” he encouraged you, pressing a kiss on your temple. “Just a bit more, my sweet, you can do it, hmm? Here, hold onto me.”

And with his voice as your lifeline, you groaned and pushed once more, putting a part of your soul into it before you blacked out and collapsed in his arms.

At first, everything was silent, but then a sound reached your ears— a cry. Your baby's first cry.

"I-it's a princess!" the midwife announced, and the room erupted into gasps of wonder.

You looked at Satoru through bleary eyes, and for the first time, you saw him utterly speechless.

He was struck by the sight of that tiny being being gently cleaned by Shoko before his gaze returned to you.

You were sweaty, panting, limp, appearing haggard with tears in your eyes and streaking your face, and yet...

You are still the most beautiful thing he has ever laid his eyes on.

"A girl... just... like you wanted..." you managed to say with a hoarse voice and wobbly smile, and seeing you, without a moment's hesitation, Satoru went in and locked you in a deep kiss.

"Thank you—" even he himself was near tears when he pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours. There were so many things he wanted to tell you, countless celebrations he envisioned, all in praise of you and the heavens above for granting him such unparalleled happiness—

"...!" But suddenly, you curled into him, suppressing a scream and failing that it turned into a devastating wail, and you dug your nails into the flesh of his arm. "Ahhh!"

"What happened?" Satoru looked at you in alarm, then to the midwife who hurried to tend to you once more. "What happened to the Empress?!"

The midwife probed your belly, her expression lighting up with understanding. "O-oh my... there is another baby, Your Majesty!"

He didn't have time to dwell on the revelation when you cried out again. Setting aside all surprise, he aided you once more, and after more minutes of intense effort—

"A prince! The Empress has given birth to a prince!"

Twins. The whole Western Empire rejoiced at the news that their new empress had delivered a prince and princess for the nation.

Amidst the flurry of upcoming festivities and celebrations, you spent most of your days resting, as the birth had taken a lot out of you. Satoru took charge of the planning again, despite his busy schedule, and of course, he never failed to visit you and the babies regularly.

And whenever he did, his breath was always taken away.

Two precious babies lay still in the bassinet, peacefully asleep. Satoru gently poked each of them on the cheek.

The princess... as if the heavens had answered his prayers, she resembled you so closely that he fell in love all over again. She was so precious and small, and he imagined she would grow into a beauty just like you.

Satoru had sworn it before and did so again—he would protect her at all costs.

And the prince... he was so much like Satoru that it made his heart skip a beat. With his hair and eyes, his one concern was whether he had inherited his curse too. But regardless, he was determined to help and guide him should that day ever come.

When the boy cooed in his sleep, Satoru knew he too owned a part of his heart. He would definitely raise him well, teach him how to protect you and his sister, and one day, to succeed him as well.

As of you... you were asleep much like your children, and Satoru failed to hold back a smile. He gently combed your hair and just like that, you were roused from your sleep.

"Satoru, hello," you croaked and leaned into his touch.

His eyes fondly crinkled as he looked at you. "How are you feeling?"

"Good. It's been weeks. I've been feeling better for a while actually." You threw him a meaningful smile. "I might've cheated my way out of royal duties to rest..."

"Heh. Then keep cheating until the allotted time then. I'll permit it."

You raised an eyebrow. "When will my time be up?"

"The ceremony to present our babies..." Satoru played with your fingers. "We're expected to hold them and show them to the masses. You have to be there so they won't forget who the empress is."

"Right..." but you suddenly deflated and your husband tilted his head. "After that... we can't keep them out of the prying eyes anymore, everyone would delve into their affairs too."

Satoru's eyes fixed on you, sincere and true. "We can't avoid it, but if you wish for them to be out of the limelight for a little more time, I can arrange it. Your wishes come first."

The thought that your precious babies would be faced with many court intrigues made you want to keep them inside the protection of your womb a little longer. Yet, just as you and Satoru had experienced yourselves, sitting at the highest seat of monarchy required unbending will. Both of you would have to teach that strength to your children.

As if knowing what you were thinking, Satoru gathered both of your hands and squeezed it with a smile.

“Still, we are going to be there for them, are we not? Don’t worry. I’m here, and there’s no way I’m letting our son face any sort of curse alone.” He caressed your knuckles. “And you will be here for our daughter, teaching her how to become a magnificent lady just like you. As long as we’re here... they’ll be okay, hmm?”

Right at that moment, as you stared back at his deep, sparkling eyes, you could've sworn that you had fallen in love with Gojo Satoru once again.

You used to think that to love is to be accepted wholly, but after everything you had experienced, you realized that it also came with a load of worries, and you used to fear them, until...

A smile so pretty bloomed in your face as you squeezed his hand back.

“I love you,” you held his gaze unwaveringly, your eyes shining like glitters. “So long as we’re together, there’s nothing we can’t do, yeah?”

He seemed taken aback at first, before breaking into a smile so dashing it was almost blinding.

“Chasing after you and making you my empress is possibly the greatest deed I’ve achieved my entire life,” Satoru declared with a grin, and you knew your heart was truly his in every sense then.

“So, right. From now on and forevermore— You and me. Always.”

. . .

The presentation of the new crown prince and princess of Western Empire was an unforgettable affair. The grandeur of the celebration rivaled even the festivities of your wedding itself.

Given that it was both a ceremony for the babies and also nearing your birthday, Satoru decided to host a grand ball to mark the occasion. This lavish event ensured no one would dispute your position, regardless of how you came to hold it, and it was also befitting the bestowal of official titles upon your children.

Your son and daughter squirmed in their crib as they were brought forward, and once again, as you stood before the assembled court, you felt a twinge of reluctance to finally present them to everyone.

But Satoru's eyes held you with so much certainty that you found reassurance in his gaze.

And by the moment he cradled your son and you held your daughter, and he declared to the court—

"Here I present to you, the Crown Prince and Crown Princess of Western Empire!"

You feel wholly sure. With Satoru by your side, you let go of all your fears. Time and time again, he had proved the extent of his love for you, and as you ushered a new era with him, you believed all was going to be well.

Just like your coronation not long ago, the crowd cheered in joy.

Gazing upon the sea of people roaring and cheering below… a familiar warmth surged within you.

Once again, it was a sight beyond belief for you, as they chanted praises and acclamations—

“LONG LIVE THE CROWN PRINCE!”

“ALL HAIL THE EMPEROR!”

“LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!”

SOME WEEKS LATER . . .

"We've received a very strange invitation..."

You looked up from your baby boy and curiously peeked at one of Satoru's aides who was on duty today, Todo Aoi. He had come bearing news.

You had always thought he was quite eccentric, but today, he looked uncharacteristically serious.

"Strange, how?" Suguru questioned.

"From?" Satoru added with a totally uninterested expression.

"Eastern Empire," the man coughed awkwardly, as if thinking hard. "Apparently, a prince has been born and the royal consort is to be crowned as the new empress..."

"Who!?" Shoko, who was holding your baby girl, whirled around in surprise.

"Royal Consort Hanabi, I believe her name is. She is to be the Empress of Eastern Empire."

It was such a deafening silence all of a sudden that you could hear a pin drop. Suguru and Shoko gaped. You were stunned.

Only Satoru who didn't seem to show any reaction to the news.

Suguru cleared his throat, feeling the need to double-take. "Empress of... where?"

"That conniving hag..." Shoko muttered under her breath, before her gaze accidentally landed on you.

You were surprised, but strangely, you didn't feel anything. Long ago, you would've been heartbroken by this turn of events, but now, it just eluded you how she could maintain her position as long as she could. Well, when one is favored by luck, anything is possible though...

Satoru suddenly clapped his hands, letting out a mocking laugh.

"Is it really that surprising?" he asked with so much sarcasm, catching all four of you off guard. "When the emperor can barely fulfill his duties, even a scullery maid could rise to become the mother of the nation. The real question is..."

It was as if a sudden chill descended upon the room when he next spoke:

"How long... will she last?"

The question is answered soon enough.

Empress Hanabi's reign in the Eastern Empire lasted for only seven days. It was known as the greatest scandal ever gracing the history.

She had given birth to a son, who was appointed as the crown prince on the same day as her coronation. Emperor Zen'in Naoya personally led the ceremony. At first glance, it really seemed well...

Until seven days later, he suddenly erupted in fury.

The palace walls have ears, and behind closed doors, servants whispered about the incident. It began with Naoya launching into a tirade, claiming that the princess born to Hanabi previously, as well as the newborn prince, were not his by blood.

It was of the highest form of treachery to deceive the crown, and so a death sentence was about to be imposed on Hanabi for this… until the emperor suddenly fell ill due to a stroke, rendering him unfit to rule. Prince Megumi ascended the throne as the new emperor.

Despite his stern demeanor, the young emperor showed abundant kindness. He considered the plight of Hanabi's children, realizing they would be in peril without their mother, so he chose to banish her instead.

. . .

How did it end up like this?

Hanabi didn't know how many days and nights she had cried, cursing fate and her life, as she was being sent away from the palace.

Everything was in her grasp. Her very grasp! Until... until—!

She sobbed her heart out once again, mourning her short-lived life, before it was cruelly robbed from her.

Her children... they were all of Naoya's blood. Despite doubts surrounding them, she was faithful to him and to the crown. All of this... was all a whole scheme to trap her!

...was it you? Could you have orchestrated this? Could you truly be so wicked as to ruin her life entirely?

"You've always coveted what I have, and sooner or later, that will be your downfall."

Was this the price of defying her social status, just like your omen, after all...?

"That can't be!" she screamed inside the wagon set to bring her to the unknown, her voice drowned by the sound of the rainstorm happening outside. "Empress Y/N... you're a horrible human being!"

With every fiber of her being, she hated you so much for ever crossing your path with hers.

Even until the end, she never realized that it was all her own doing.

After hours of journey on the road, she was brought inside a mansion she failed to recognize due to the storm at the first glance. She had given up on resisting because it was futile.

But upon realizing who awaited her in the room, she trembled in fear and backed against the wall.

Hanabi wished she could lose her sanity amidst the whirlwind madness happening to her, because really, it might be better than all of this.

His impressive height gazed down at her from above. It was impossible to hide from his piercing stare.

Duke Kamo Choso, with his crooked sneer, greeted her.

"Well, hello, Hanabi... it has been a while, huh? Did you miss me?"

- END -

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[lighting-and-shadow]

Ikigai, Part 3

Summary: You’re desperately in love with a man who already belongs to another.

Ikigai (n.) (Japanese): "A reason for being," the thing that gets you up in the morning.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

You try to keep her away from Sylus. Or rather, you try to keep away from Sylus and protect her at the same time. It’s odd. Odd in a way you hope to never experience again.

Every time you grab her hand to drag her elsewhere, you want to burn your hand. Washing it simply isn’t enough. You want to bleach it, to scrub it, to do away with the hand that touches her. Not because you hate her, but because you can’t.

She’s just so… beautiful. In every sense of the word. Beautiful eyes, beautiful hair, beautiful face, beautiful voice, beautiful laugh, beautiful personality. She has all of it. You feel disgusted whenever she gives you that weak smile after you take her to her room after yet another failed resonance Sylus tries with her behind your back. She tries to be strong despite her fear.

“I’m sorry about my foolish boss.”

“It’s fine,” that wobbly smile is still there.

She doesn’t trust me yet. Good.

Miss Hunter needs that weariness in her. She needs that caution. There’s a shine about her people will take advantage of otherwise. Sunlight in human form that makes you want to protect her from any pain. Pain that trembles against your skin on the off chance you’re close enough to her threads.

Souls of many lives are weaved within each one. Hurts and pains and fears and sorrows she doesn’t remember, but others do, shake within each cosmic fiber. She is a being of suffering and care. Of hatred and love.

Yet she carries it with such grace. With such humility and beauty you can’t help but stare. Stare with eyes of envy that thankfully no one has noticed.

“It’s not fine, Miss Hunter. You haven’t done anything to deserve this.”

An evil part of you, one that you’re so ashamed of it’s probably why you treat her so delicately, thinks she does. She deserves it for the crime of being the soulmate of the man you love. She deserves it for having so much love while you have none. That part of you blames her. Hates her for her very being.

It says that she’s the reason you’re alone. That maybe one of her various potential soulmates was meant to be yours, but she stole them. You ridicule that part of you as you carefully place down a meal on her bedside table. Miss Hunter doesn’t even give it a glance. She just rubs one of her wrists in her hand.

“I said it’s fine.”

You could almost laugh at her words. She’s trying to act tough, to seem unafraid and strong in this unknown environment. You’ve spent far too much time studying people to even be fooled for a second. But you say nothing. Instead, you push the plate closer to her.

“Eat,” you try to give her a comforting smile. “It’s probably been awhile since you’ve eaten, correct? And the drug in your system doesn’t flush out well on an empty stomach.”

She says nothing.

“Miss Hunter,” you try a different approach. “I have nothing to gain by drugging you or poisoning you or hurting you in whatever way you’ve concocted in your mind.”

“Your boss would probably say otherwise.”

That hurts a bit, hearing confirmation that she fears her own soulmate. And hearing anything negative about Sylus tends to sting your heart. But that’s neither hear nor there.

She has every right to feel that way.

You keep telling yourself that over and over again. That, and the fact that this will pass, that you’ll one day see these two happy and in love (while you break on the sidelines).

“Ah, but we’re not talking about my fool of a boss. We’re talking about you.”

“What about me?”

She fidgets in place. You relax yourself more when she does. She doesn’t need to see how she affects you. With so many unknown factors around her, and Sylus’ harsh treatment, she needs something steady. She needs you. Even if she doesn’t realize it.

“How you’re doing in all this?”

You know it’s a futile question, but you ask it anyway.

“You kidnapped me, and now you’re concerned for my wellbeing?”

“My foolish boss and the twins kidnapped you, not I. I had no say in this. My boss tends to do this when he knows I won’t agree with something.”

Her expression and body language change ever so slightly at this. Maybe because she now doesn’t associate you as much with her pain. Maybe because she sees that you’re more like her in this situation: lost and angry. Either way, it works out well for you.

Miss Hunter angles her knees to face you a bit more. Her shoulders are less tense. And the hard look in her eyes seems to soften.

Good. Good. She needs to see me as a safe space.

You pull up a chair to sit across from Miss Hunter. You make your posture as relaxed as possible and give her another kind smile.

“Just because I work with that man, doesn’t mean that I get a say in everything he does. Our introduction would’ve been much smoother otherwise.”

“You mean my kidnapping?”

“No. There wouldn’t be any kidnapping in my equation because I have no need for such disgusting methods.”

“But you work for a man who does.”

Miss Hunter seems perplexed by you: someone who clearly has a different approach to things to the harsh man that is your boss. He’s only shown cruelty to her. You almost want to revel in that, how he treats his other half terrible but treats you so gently, especially after your fight a few days ago.

He’s been borderline groveling to you since then. Cooking your favorite meals, buying more material for jewelry business, and even gave you an update that James apparently survived your shootout. He hasn’t forced you to talk to him. He’s given you space without you needing to ask for it. He’s apologized.

”I’m sorry.”

Whenever he said that, you could tell he was holding something back. Was he refraining from using his intimate nickname for you? Was he stumbling over an excuse? You didn’t know. You just knew you were grateful for it. Sylus used to struggle with apologies in the past; now he said them to you without hesitation.

The sound of Miss Hunter lifting the glass you brought her off the table brings you of the memory.

“I don’t suppose you and your bosses back at Linkon think the same on every matter regarding Wanderers, do you?” You force yourself to focus on the conversation at hand. “It’s the same here. I prefer a more civil resolution to things than my boss.”

“Then how would you have gone about my… arrival?”

“The normal way: through a conversation and a simple business deal.”

“I would’ve much preferred that.”

“You and me both, sweetie.”

“So why didn’t you? You two are clearly close.”

Not for much longer now that you’ve shown up. You keep that thought to yourself.

“Sylus wouldn’t let me,” you finally say his name, and it feels dirty on your tongue. “Demanding bosses and annoying colleagues exist even in the N109 Zone.”

Miss Hunter lets out a genuine laugh. She seems to relax further, and you mentally give yourself a pat on the back.

“Sounds like you should just quit then.”

You snort at her.

As if I could ever leave him.

Sylus had such an iron grip on your heart that it was comedic. A tragic comedy, but a comedy nonetheless.

“Does Sylus seem like the type to just let people quit?” She gives you a look and you laugh. “Besides, I’m needed here.”

Miss Hunter doesn’t interject, so you continue, “The N109 Zone may be a mess, but it’s my home. My only home.”

That was only partially the truth. The full truth was that you made this place home because the place you used to call home carried too much pain. Too many memories of happy soulmates and broke promises.

Will the N109 Zone be the same after she and Sylus get together?

You look at the girl in front of you, study her scared and sad eyes in order to shake off the thought. This girl needs someone in her corner right now. She needs an ally. And no matter how much it hurt, you would fulfill that role. Right up until she replaces your role in Sylus’ life and you bow out.

You’ve started your life over before; you can do it again.

You speak again once you’ve gathered yourself, “And no regardless of how difficult it can be to live here, I want to stay. I want to stay and improve it bit by bit.”

“You think Sylus will help you do this?”

“You sure do ask a lot of questions, sweetie,” Miss Hunter splutters, and then seems to admonish herself for showing such emotion. “Relax, I’m only teasing. But, to answer your question, yes. I do think so. He has done so. While I don’t agree with him on everything, I do believe he’s the lesser of many other evils in this place.”

She scoffs. Then she takes the plate of food you placed down earlier on the dresser table and puts it in her lap. She doesn’t touch the silverware, but you hope for that to change.

“If he’s the lesser of many evils, I wonder what they’re like.”

“Please don’t,” you keep your tone light, but exasperated. It’s the same one you give the twins when you’re done with their shit and tired; Miss Hunter smiles slightly at it, much like how the aforementioned twins and Sylus do.

“Why not? Worried I’ll make trouble for your boss? Who knows, maybe I’ll find someone who will give me the princess treatment rather than whatever this is.”

You almost say something about how truly bad of an idea that is. That those other people would’ve tortured and killed her for whatever it is these people want from her. But you hold your tongue. She has enough on her plate; she doesn’t need any extra baggage.

“Maybe you’re right,” miss Hunter is rightfully surprised to hear you agree with her, even though on the inside, you’re screaming at yourself. “Maybe you’re wrong. Are you willing to risk it?”

“Maybe I am.”

“Than I’ll take you to where you want to go.”

It’s quiet between you two for a moment. That is until Miss Hunter takes the fork on the plate you gave her and finally takes her first bite of food. You almost let out a sigh of relief, but hold it in.

No need to make a big deal. That’ll just make her more uncomfortable.

“I’ll take you anywhere in the zone, even to my enemies. I’ll make my boss understand that if and when I do.”

“Why would you do that for me?”

“Because you’re innocent. And my boss knows how I feel about innocents. It’s why I started working with him.”

You get a bit wistful at remembering your first encounter with Sylus. And how it all ended with a bang.

“He turned my life upside down that day,” you say, almost more to yourself than to her.

“And as much as your sudden arrival turned my life upside down again, I’m sure it’s nothing compared to whatever plagues you.”

She gets a bit rigid at that. But you see the truth in her eyes: pain and a bit of gratefulness. She needs someone to talk to, someone to unload the hurt in her heart. But, your relationship with her isn’t there yet.

“Like I said before, I’m fine. I don’t need your concern.”

“People that are fine don’t come here, sweetie,” the pet name just slips out of your mouth again.

Nothing is said between the two of you for some time. All the pair of you do is stare: you at her plate and her at the floor.

Then she mutters, “I know. But I just had to.”

Your heart weeps for this girl again. She’s been through a lot, is carrying a lot, and is scared and alone in arguable the most dangerous place in the world. Her own soulmate is treating her like trash. And all she as to rely on is someone who wishes she would just disappear.

“I know.”

“How?”

“Because in my line of work, I see many people like you. Grieving people. I’ve seen it, and I’ve gone through it. And I know this isn’t what you need.”

Miss Hunter freezes at your words. And your heart sinks a bit more. Seems the idea of you having human emotions like grief didn’t occur to her until now. Ironic, given that she’s your biggest source of grief.

That just makes you want to laugh even more. What right do you have to grieve over a relationship you never had? A relationship you never could have?

She pushes the fork across the plate. And for a moment, you hope that she’s opening up to you. You two will be seeing each more often after all, with her being Sylus’ soulmate and you being his closest companion. So you two should get used to one another.

Then she puts the fork down. She shoves the plate further away from herself. You hope is shot to pieces.

“I’m suddenly not hungry anymore. Sorry.”

You sigh again.

“You can’t this up forever, sweetie.”

“Watch me.”

On any other day, you’d admire her stubbornness. That unwillingness to yield for even a moment despite the obstacles that lay ahead of her.

“It’s not healthy.”

“Again, why do you care? Like, what’s the actual reason and not some excuse.”

“Because like I said before, you’re an innocent. An innocent dragged into a mess of a situation I’d like to help you out of. That is the truth.”

You keep circling back to that one point: she’s innocent. Because not only does she need to hear that, but you do. This girl has done nothing to you. She hasn’t broken your heart; you did that to yourself.

Any progress is good progress.

It’s your motto in your line of work. Because even anger can be used if you know what you’re doing.

“Sweetie,” you keep your tone careful, but not patronizing; Miss Hunter is a grown woman, but you don’t want to spoke her. “Grief isn’t something you can hide with an attitude.”

“What would you know? What would you and that boss of yours know about real grief rather than the lie you’re trying to tell me?”

He knows. You both know it quite well.

Sylus knows grief all too well. The days when his memories as a dragon get the worst are also the days he teases you more often. He’ll make fun of you, make your work life a living hell, and push you around those days.

But he’ll also cling to you. Be stuck to you like a barnacle on a whale. He’ll hold you close and never let go. He’ll sometimes beg you to never leave him when he thinks you’ve fallen asleep. Or he’ll wonder aloud about how he worries if you seem him as some kind of monster, a fiend.

Sylus drowns his grief in attitude. He burns it with flirting and gun fire during the night. Then he dowses it in the smoke of hushed words and spending just a little more time looking for something in the mirror.

“This isn’t about him. It’s about you. It’s about what you need. And how I can help you get it.”

A knock at the door stops her from saying anymore. You gather up the plate, school your expression, and open the door to the ever-chipper Luke.

“Bossman needs little Miss Hunter ASAP.”

Your body stiffens ever so slightly at that. It reminds of the crucial fact that you’ve been trying to drill into your skull lately: she’s his soulmate. He needs her; not you.

Shards of glass dig into your heart at Luke’s words. And maybe it somehow reflects in your face because Luke tilts his head at you.

“Lady boss?”

His tone isn’t like it normally is. The teasing is gone. The sass is gone. Instead, he looks at you the same way you used to look at him and his brother when they first came to work for Sylus. Back when they were angry little children who had only each to rely on. Back when you were slowly but surely earning the trust of two brothers who had learned from a young age no one was to be trusted.

That look makes you pat his head and force a smile onto your lips. You didn’t need to worry the twins. You didn’t need to worry anyone. You were fine. You’ve been prepared for this for years; you should be immune to anything it does to you.

“Roger. We’ll be out in a bit.”

You close the door gently. You turn to Miss Hunter who already has a bitter expression on her face as she walks towards you. You try to give her a smile to cheer her up. No matter how you felt about her, no matter how much you wanted her gone, seeing her upset made you upset. Stupid empathy.

The two of you walk to Sylus’ office in silence. But that doesn’t stop you from the occasional glance at your companion. She wears her emotions so clearly on her face that it makes you all the more curious about her. What her life is like in Linkon. What her childhood was. Who her other soulmates are.

At that thought, you stare at her threads again. They were like branches from a tree, sprouting from her heart and curling out before fading. Their appearance wasn’t anything specular; everyone’s thread looked the same before connected. You wonder how her thread to Sylus would change once their bond established. You wonder what they would have.

Shared dreams? Shared pain? Matching tattoos? Or, and this is your personal favorite, some sort of melody? It was a rare form, one of the rarest, for soulmates to connect via a song that only they knew. It couldn’t be replicated, it couldn’t even be recorded; it was just theirs.

You stomach hurts from just the thought alone. It would all be just another thing you were exempt from. Not just in the case of Sylus and Miss Hunter, but in the case of everyone. Because you don’t have a soulmate.

You keep your gaze away from her threads once that thought crosses your mind. You suppress at chuckle at her expression. Looking at Miss Hunter’s face, you’d think you were bringing her to an interrogation.

Or execution, a darker part of you whispers. You tell that part of you to fuck off.

You open the door to Sylus’ office. There was never any knocking between the two of you at times like these, when you had business to be done. And just because he was doing crazy things didn’t mean you were going to start doing that now.

You lead Miss Hunter to him with reluctance. They touch, and when nothing happens from that, Sylus steps back to leave her on the ground.

“Three days and we’re not even able to achieve a simple resonance.”

And so the show begins once again.

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[talesofesther]

and still, you have me

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: After everyone has left his side, you go find him.

A/N: A little something to heal our hearts from the finale. Here's a shameless plug of my ongoing series with Aemond, which has similar vibes to this story. <3

Masterlist

The night was late and quiet, tension high in the Keep as war loomed on the horizon. You'd been walking the lone hallways of the castle for a while now, smiling at each member of the king's guard who bowed their head at you.

You'd decided to leave your shared room with Aemond when the night stretched on and he was yet to show up. Having heard of his disagreement with his mother and sister earlier, you had a hunch he was keeping his distance, denying himself respite as he sometimes did.

However, it took you only a short while to find him. At times you thought he did it on purpose, that he wanted to be found, by the people who cared enough to look.

You pushed open the doors of the council chamber, which was now empty. The long table and stone walls softly highlighted by the golden glow of torches and candles. At the far end of the room, the doors that led to the balcony were open, and there, you found your Prince.

Leaning on the balustrade, Aemond overlooked the immensity of King's Landing under the clear night sky, his long silver hair softly moving with the wind.

You walked closer to him, quiet and careful, taking notice of his tense shoulders and head hanging low. If you had to guess, you'd say his talk with Helaena hadn't gone well.

Aemond straightened his back when he heard you approaching, you could almost feel part of his guard coming up again. Despite the way most people feared him, there was something delicate about him, you knew well. Under so many defenses, he protected a fragile heart.

The Prince took a deep breath in, he still refused to turn around and look at you. "Will you leave my side too, ñuha prūmia?" There was a crack in his voice as he spoke the last of his words.

"Only death could make me do such a thing, my love." You promised in the same breath.

Aemond turned around then, taking the remaining step that still separated the two of you. His eye shone bright under the moonlight, as did the dried tear tracks on his cheeks. He tried hard to keep his face impassive as he raised a hand to touch you but pulled away before he did so.

The turmoil was evident in how he softly furrowed his brows as if his thundering heart caused him pain, in how his lower lip wobbled, and how his eye quickly filled with new tears as he looked at the last person who stood by him. There was fear, guilt, and sorrow as he turned into the lonely young boy he once was before your eyes again.

"And what if-" Aemond stumbled in his words. He gulped, breathing through his nose, "What if the Stranger takes me before he does you? What then?" His voice was low and quiet, as if couldn't bring himself to utter the question any louder.

"Then I shall live the rest of my days in black, mourning the loss of the one I love," you spoke just as softly, gently taking one of Aemond's hands in yours. And he shuddered, you couldn't know if it was because of your touch or because of your words. "Yet glad that I got to share my time with you."

Aemond's lips parted, and the tear in his eye hung by his lashes when he blinked. There were suddenly no walls, he could crumble before you, just like that. His hand gripped yours tighter, and before his tear rolled down his cheek, he closed his eye, leaning forward so his forehead rested on yours. "Nyke ȳdra daor gūrogon ao."

You kissed the words, almost as an act of rebellion, your lips finding the edge of his with lingering affection. "Yn emā nyke mirre keskydoso." Devotion and love dripped from each syllable.

A low hum came from Aemond, and he followed after you once you pulled away, chasing your warmth.

"I will go with you," You spoke with ease, catching his gaze so he saw the sincerity in your eyes.

He kept quiet, with shallow and shaky breaths falling past his lips as he simply looked at you. Yet his hand held yours tight, refusing to let go.

"To Harrenhal. I will fly with you." You brought your free hand up, thumb brushing over Aemond's cheek and drying away the single tear that had fallen.

He closed his eye at your touch, and allowed himself to fall, for you were there to catch him. Aemond leaned his head on your shoulder, both arms coming to circle your waist and pull you against his body.

You held him back, squeezing him to you as your fingers buried in his hair. You could feel his tears dampening the fabric of your dress, could feel his nails digging into it with desperation as if you'd vanish if he didn't hold tight enough.

Aemond had refrained from asking you, because of how close you'd been with Rhaenyra once. Perhaps he lacked the courage to ask you to choose sides and risk losing you. Yet now, as you held his broken pieces together under the stars, he realized you'd chosen his side long ago.

If it would be you and him against the world, then so be it.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

High Valyrian translations: ñuha prūmia = my heart nyke ȳdra daor gūrogon ao = I don't deserve you yn emā nyke mirre keskydoso = but you have me all the same

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[ramonathinks]

favorite girl | john price

cw: mdni, 18+, smut, mild angst. note: [listen to tantrums by normani for the full effect]

you're unbelievably drunk. whining for an ex boyfriend who you couldn’t believe broke up with you. but even worst is that you're horny. nobody has even been able to get you off like he has and you can't help but to think of him.

so with wobbly knees and a quivering voice you call him. you know he's probably in his penthouse with a cold beer in his hand not wanting to be bothered but yet...

“i didn't think you'd answer.”

“i'd always answer for you.” he still sounds the same, still talks like you're his and it just makes you angry. “it's pretty late.” you knew him, so you knew he was glancing at his rolex.

“’m sorry, are you tired?” the world is spinning and you're giggling.

you hear some rustling. “need me to come get you? send a car for you?”

“mhm. maybe.” you think. “no... i don't wanna see you. you broke my heart...old man.”

“listen, kid... it's better you're serious about somebody you're own age —” john started.

you sniffle, it's the speech all over again. “just forget i called. lose my number.”

you hang up and it's fast. but all you can think about is when everything was right.

of course things were different and crazy. he was in his mid 40's and you were barely 25. but it wasn't weird until he made it weird.

but before that, it was always just late night calls, and soft sex. you on your knees for him and keeping him in your mouth, even when he was soft but fuck did he love your young throat. always so tight, it felt like he was fucking your pussy all over again.

he loved the clothes you wore and how easy they were to get off, he would tease you and fuck you in his office chair.

he didn't seem that old until he took you to places that nobody your age would be interested in. it didn’t matter though. you even loved his taste in music.

you loved how he still knew how to work his phone and wasn't like those other old people who couldn't send a picture.

on his long business trips when you were too lazy to come with him, he'd send you videos tapping his cock against the screen and you were always surprised by just how hard he could get.

he didn't move young. especially on the dance floor. he taught you to waltz and got you a ball gown that made your skin glow.

he didn't move young when he'd throw you up against the wall and fuck you against all the walls in his house.

“you're so fucking good at taking me.” he'd whisper in your hair after slapping your ass.

and when he took you to his vacation house you thought it meant something. when he told you this was his favorite house.

taking his favorite girl to his favorite house.

sitting you on the marble counter and thrusting inside of you. squeezing and milking him with a chuckle, “i think i love you.”

it made him stop in his tracks. and suddenly you could see his grey hairs clearly.

he couldn't break up with you there nor could he do it to your face.

it took a few weeks before he did it. saying nonsense about how he was too old.

all you could do is cry.

and even though he sent a car for you, you couldn't dare to get inside and to smell his cologne all over. yet the driver continued to follow you… making sure you got home safely.

no part 2.

[izzih22]

THEM GETTING A PUPPY TOGETHER

Always Ours

Note: dude I was literally writing this today and then you requested that. Worked out kind perfect ngl so I hope you like it. Also I didn’t know what to name the dog so hope it’s alright.

It had been seven years of “one day.”

One day when the season slows down.

One day when we’re not living in separate states.

One day when we’re not trying to survive finals, March madness, and figuring out how to be adults.

But “one day” had always ended the same way: Paige holding Azzi in bed, whispering into her neck, “I just don’t want to be an absent parent.”

Azzi never pushed. She never made Paige feel guilty for caring too much. Because that was the whole thing with Paige. She never did anything halfway. If they were gonna raise a dog together, Paige was gonna do it right.

And now?

Azzi stood in the living room of their Dallas apartment. Technically Paige’s, but Paige always called it “ours”. Azzi stood watching her girlfriend crouched on the floor, a squeaky toy in one hand, the other getting ambushed by a golden blur of fur and floppy ears.

Their goldendoodle.

Their dog.

Maple.

Maple who had been with them for exactly five hours and had already claimed Paige’s hoodie, Azzi’s sock, and both of their hearts.

“You are so dramatic,” Azzi said from the couch, but her voice was watery and her chin wobbled.

Paige looked up, eyes wide and so obviously proud of herself. “What? She loves me.”

“You bribed her with four treats.”

“Okay but she came back after,” Paige pointed out, lifting Maple into her lap. The dog immediately flopped, tongue out, tail wagging like her entire life was finally in order. “She’s obsessed with me.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, laughing through a tear. “She’s obsessed with both of us.”

Paige grinned. “Yeah. Because she has excellent taste.”

Azzi got up and padded over in her socks, tugging Paige’s hoodie sleeves down past her wrists like she always did. “I can’t believe this is real,” she said softly, kneeling beside them. “We’ve been talking about this since high school.”

Paige’s voice dropped. “I know. I kept saying ‘not yet.’”

“And now?”

Paige looked at her. Really looked at her.

“You’re here. I’m here. And she’s here. So… yeah. I think we’re doing it.”

Azzi stared at her. At the soft curve of Paige’s smile, the little curls sticking to her forehead from how much she’d been rolling on the floor, the way she held Maple like she was cradling something precious.

She remembered being seventeen and watching Paige spin a basketball on her finger in the Team USA dorms, laughing too loudly and showing off. Back then, Azzi had dreamed of being her teammate. Then her friend. Then—somewhere along the way—her person.

And now, years later, she was watching that same girl older, stronger, still a little cocky… kiss their dog on the head and whisper, “You’re gonna be so spoiled, aren’t you?”

Azzi’s breath caught.

“Az?” Paige asked, straightening up.

Azzi didn’t answer right away. Just blinked hard and reached out, running her fingers through Maple’s fur, then resting her hand over Paige’s.

“We’re really doing it,” she whispered. “We’re actually building the life we used to talk about.”

Paige leaned in, all teasing gone. “You okay?”

Azzi nodded, smiling even as the tears fell. “I’m just really happy.”

Paige kissed her. Soft and warm, like the best kind of promise.

“I’m gonna be annoying about this forever,” Paige warned after a second, pulling back just enough to smirk. “Like, anytime she snuggles me first? You’re never hearing the end of it.”

Azzi sniffled. “You already don’t shut up.”

“And you love it.”

Azzi didn’t deny it.

Because she did. Every part of her did. The smart-ass jokes. The stubbornness. The heart Paige tried to hide but never could, not from her.

Especially not now.

“I love you,” Azzi murmured, leaning into her shoulder.

Paige wrapped an arm around her, eyes flicking down to Maple, who had fallen asleep in a little gold-and-cream ball between them.

“I love you both,” Paige said, then nudged Azzi. “But I definitely love you more.”

“Better.”

Paige rested her chin on top of Azzi’s head. “Welcome home.”

Azzi’s heart nearly burst.

They had their girl.

They had each other.

And they were doing it—together, finally.

No more “one day.”

Just every day, from here on out.

[vellazx]

Inspired by one of my friends prompts — Law x Reader (gender not specified) — Angst / Fluff

You were a Straw Hat.

The most perfect person in the world for him — on a different crew. You were someone who he couldn’t reach, no matter what he did.

He fell for you. Hard.

You always liked him. He was a pretty boy; perhaps the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. Ever since you laid your eyes on him two years ago in the auction house in Sabaody, you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Hells, you didn’t even speak to him.

At first, he just believed you were some diehard simp who wasn’t genuine towards him. So he shrugged you off.

He was always rather insecure, not capable of believing someone actually loved him. Romantically, at least.

You talked (pestered) him the whole time he was on the Sunny due to the newfound alliance he made with your captain. Honestly, you didn’t really do a good job at hiding your feelings.

More like you didn’t even bother to hide them in the first place. You were so direct with him about how you felt.

Still, he wasn’t phased by your endless compliments and attempts at making him open up.

One night, however, he wasn’t in the best mood.

He said you irritated him. Bluntly.

After that, you decided to leave him alone. It felt unusual around the Sunny without your constant rambling. For some reason, his heart ached without your warmth by his side.

He told himself you meant nothing to him; only a temporary ally with good fighting skills he couldn’t risk losing.

However, in Dressrosa, when Doflamingo managed to capture you and him both, you acted strangely.

You saw how distressed he was, being helpless before the Warlord. Behind that tough exterior, there was a little boy, scarred from his past.

And, oh, how absolutely protective you got.

Doflamingo was holding you up by strings, blood spilling from every wound they cut into your skin. But you still retaliated.

Risked getting killed to escape the strings, all because you didn’t want Law to feel helpless. His emotions were through the roof whenever he realized you were trying to meaninglessly fight back. For his sake.

When you got out, you were a bloody mess, barely able to stand with how wobbly your knees were. Some of your bones were even broken.

He asked with wide eyes, “What were you thinking?!”

You simply smiled, and said, “You hate him, don’t you? I didn’t want to sit around and do nothing to help. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

He met your gaze with an unfamiliar softness you’d never seen before. His heart skipped a beat.

That’s when he realized.

You fell first, but he fell harder. Way harder.

The whole time you were in Zou and Wano with him, he couldn’t stop staring at you. You shone like an angel in his vision. All your features amplified to make you more ethereal.

His teeth ground against each other whenever you got too close to one of your crew mates. Especially the blond cook. He swooned over you, and you laughed so wholesomely in response.

What he would do to just steal you for himself.

When Kaido and Big Mom were defeated, the whole country celebrating by holding a feast, Law offered to look around at all the games set up throughout the capital.

Happily, you dragged him around, completely forgetting that day when he said you were annoying.

He couldn’t stop admiring you as you indulged in the games.

His heart raced.

Ba-dump!

Ba-dump!

Ba-dump!

Gods, he couldn’t take it anymore.

So, he dragged you away, into a nearby alleyway. You flushed, asking him what was wrong. He was so red in the face that he looked feverish.

He hadn’t even touched you, yet he was drunk off of you. That same warmth he craved and missed.

Before you could question him any further, his lips brushed against yours, his hold on your wrist tightening. You gasped against him, not expecting the intimate contact.

Eagerly, you kissed him back.

He loved you too much for his own good.

“Come with me. Please. Leave this country with me.”

“Tra-.. Law. You know I can’t… I can’t do that.”

Fuck.

When he had to leave you behind, it felt like he was leaving half of his heart behind. With someone else. Under someone else’s supervision.

If anything happened to you, he’d steal you away without even asking for your permission.

But if something happened to him…

He just wanted you to know that he loved you.

[lieslab]

The sun cannot see its own light

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Pairing: Hyunjin X gn reader

Summary: Society killed your sensitive nature years ago, but maybe your boyfriend can ignite it once more.

Genre: Comfort/hurt

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I finally got to the Hyunjin request!! Hooray!! Requestee, I hope you realize that there will never be anything wrong with being sensitive. From one sensitive person to another, some people will always be dickheads, but the people who really cherish you will love you forever and ever. Every part of you. All of you. Even the parts you feel like you should hide <3

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Empathy without boundaries is just self-destruction. You learned that lesson years and years ago. Way before your arms stretched out and your legs held you steady in the sky. You learned it back in elementary school when kids turned to bullies. 

You didn’t know the difference, not really, not yet. With your head held high and the missing gaps between your teeth, you knew you liked people. You liked to be right there, placing a hand on the shoulder of a kid with tears in their eyes. Specks of dirt brushed across the raw and bleeding skin of a knee. 

The biggest hurt that most kids dealt with in their own time; the playground cement. A trip with stubby legs and the basketball seemed so large at that age. A wobble, a stumble, and a perfect imbalance. 

“You’ll be okay. Don’t cry, the recess teacher is going to help you. Maybe they’ll give you one of those dinosaur band-aids! I got one last week when I got a papercut on my pinkie.” 

You still had the faint slice across your finger. Being bit by the pages of your textbook wasn’t an easy feat, but it was one you managed to conquer, regardless of the stinging hurt. An invisible armor plated your chest and you marched yourself down to the nurse’s office with your bleeding finger jutting out. You managed to hold back your tears as gentle fingers wrapped it up to stop the bleeding. Something so minor to most adults and teenagers, it felt like a first major victory to you. 

“Get off me!” The kid cried. Unsure of your actions and with an aching knee, they shoved you. “Go away and leave me alone! I don’t need your help! I’m not a baby!” 

You didn’t think they were a baby, you just wanted to help. You remembered the dejection and the way your heart sank to the bottom of your stomach. With rapidly blinking eyes, you murmured an apology and turned away, slowly heading back out to the kids dressed in colorful brushes of blues, greens, reds, and yellows. Maybe they didn’t want sympathy, but someone did, right? 

~ ~ ~ 

Fourth grade, aged ten. You didn’t mean to stumble across two kids laughing at another in the gym’s locker room, but you did. At first, confusion, but when the realization settled, it was an anger like no other. A scorching rolling boil that ignited in the pit of your stomach and crept up. 

“Stop it!” Your foot stomped and your hands clenched into fists. “Stop picking on them. They didn’t do anything wrong!” 

And stopping, they did. The two brats made eye contact before taking their attention to you. “Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it, crybaby? Last week, you cried over the ending of a movie we watched in class.” 

The other stepped forward, securing a fist at their side. “Got something to say? Say it louder. Say it to my face!” 

Nose-to-nose, you couldn’t breathe. Your eyes widened and your heart took off. These kids were in the same class as you. On the other side of the room, they ignored the teacher and talked to one another. The same ten-year-old bodies, but different brains. Different personalities. Different ways of growing up. Different households and most certainly, not the same level of sensitivity as you. 

When you rushed out of the locker room sobbing, the gym teacher hurried in to try and understand the cause of your tears, but the damage was done. They’d never forget how you tried to stick up for someone and failed. It’d haunt your elementary school days like a ghost. 

~ ~ ~ 

“I don’t know the answer to this problem, so give me your homework.” 

You glanced across the way and stared into the eyes of a person you called a friend. Their greedy hand lay outstretched, waiting for your completed paper, so they could copy you. On one hand, you wanted to help them, but on another, it wasn’t fair. 

You worked your ass off to get good grades and to complete the questions yourself. Why should you help them cheat? It started once, but then it kept happening. English. Math. Science. History. They always wanted your answers for every subject. 

“Can’t you do it yourself?” You uttered softly. “This is the third time this week you’ve copied off me and I-” 

They frowned and their eyes narrowed. “You do realize I know who you have a crush on, right? If you don’t let me see your homework and copy it, I’m going over there and telling them you like them.” 

“But I-” 

“Now!” They snapped angrily. Their hand gestured for you to hurry. “This period ends in ten minutes and I still need all the answers! You’re wasting time, let's go!” 

And what did you do? Deep down, you knew it was wrong. You knew you shouldn’t cave and you should stick up for yourself. Your eyes went across the way to view the person you’d been crushing on for months now. You should have walked away and tore up the friendship. The embarrassment would fade away. Middle school crushes didn’t last forever. 

Instead, you handed over the neatly-printed written responses for your history class. Something about a war and the twentieth century. Thousands died, but the effects of war stretched over an entire country. Their impacts of the devastation would last for nearly a decade. Those who died, the hurt would linger forever. 

~ ~ ~

“Are you seriously crying at a Disney movie? How old are you? It’s just a movie.” 

You pawed at the tears in your eyes and sniffled. “Don’t you get it? It’s not just a movie, it’s Coco! Look at the culture and all the different things touched upon in the movie! Death, life, the celebration of human existence! Isn’t that a beautiful way to look at life? We don’t die, not forever, we just go somewhere else and wait to be reunited with our loved ones.” 

“It’s a silly animation.” 

“You don’t get it.” 

“It’s not that deep, just grow up.” 

You’d remember those words for years to come. 

~ ~ ~ 

And so you aged and your body grew. You worked through transitional periods that nearly killed you. You cried some, but learned to stop. When things popped up that used to soften your heart and make you feel teary-eyed, you stopped. Not because you wanted to, but because the bristle brush of society dulled your shine. It scratched your surface and left you in ruins. 

That took you to today. Today with the candle-lit sun filtering through the glittering sky. Some artist from above swirled a paintbrush around, smearing hues of light purples and pinks. Flocks of sea blues dashed along after them. 

Behind you, children shrieked with laughter. Parents grinned and chased after them in games of tag. For others, they picked more relaxing ways to enjoy the sunset. The simplicity of laying a blanket down and enjoying an evening picnic. 

Couples fell in love all over again. Staring into one another’s eyes and remembering their verbal vows and promises of love. The admiration shot through them like fighter jets and love oozed out into the open. Deep-belly laughter, the grins that grew, and the touches. How wonderful it felt to be loved and to be touched. To be wanted instead of yearned. To be known fully and consumed by your lover entirely. In your vulnerability and sworn secrecy, someone knew everything about you. The mirror and lover, that’s all it was and that’s all it’d ever be. 

Your train of thought broke with a moan from beside you. You blinked and glanced over. Hyunjin chewed his chocolate filled croissant. Chocolate smeared over his bottom lip and found a home along his thumb. 

“Oh my god, this is the most amazing thing.” He mumbled beneath his breath. “We should do this more often. The Han River, pastries, and the sunset. This is the stuff in movies, you know?” 

You hummed softly. Your own pastry sat in your hand. Still warm and fresh from the bakery down the street, you hadn’t taken a bite yet. The two of you sat side-by-side on a barren metal bench. 

The view in front of you glittered. The chirps of birds rained down and the sunlight reflected in galloping waves. They stretched out to greet the people, but nobody responded. Too preoccupied and ignoring the cool water, people stayed away from it. Today’s breeze would slip through your soul and snatch it, if you weren’t bundled up enough. 

“Do you like it that much?” You questioned him. 

“Yeah, but it’s way more than that.” He licked his lips. “I love it.” 

“Then why don’t you marry it?” 

His mouth opened to take a bite, but it never landed. Instead, his eyebrows furrowed and he glanced at you. “Haha, very funny.” He shot you a playful glare before taking another bite. His face scrunched up and he chewed happily. 

A smile started on your face, but it dropped quickly. Instead, you glanced back up at the river and let the reflection of the sun blind you. Rays of warmth appeared here and there. Maybe it was just your imagination or maybe, it was the warmth of chocolate from the inside of your flaky croissant. 

Hyunjin took a few more bites, enjoying the sweetness of the chocolate. Not too overpowering, but a nice cacao flavor that complimented the croissant rather than destroying it. He licked his lips again and reached for the napkin. 

“We have to go back there sometime. More importantly, I have to tell the guys about that. Some of them love sweet stuff, I’m sure they’d enjoy it. I think that’s going to become my new favorite place.” 

You didn’t respond right away. The words went in one ear and drifted out the other. He glanced over and when you stared off into the water, he gently nudged your side. “Hey, what’s up with you? You’re usually not this quiet. Do you not like your chocolate-filled croissant?” 

Snapping out of your thoughts, you gently shook your head and glanced down at it. “I haven’t tried it, but I’m sure I’ll enjoy it. I’ll probably like it, I was just thinking, that’s all.” 

“About what?” 

“Honestly?” 

“That’s the best quality about you.” He nudged you again and gently elbowed your side once more. “So tell me what’s bothering you so much. What’s got you so stuck in your head?” 

“This entire scenario makes me want to cry.” 

He blinked, completely caught off guard by your words. “Uh, what?” 

“The water. The sky. The laughter surrounding us. This moment. Us and pastries.” You shrugged and glanced down at the ground. “It sounds so stupid and it’s always been stupid, but sometimes I get sensitive about these things. These little moments that are just so special that I want to wrap them up and freeze them in time forever.” 

“I don’t really show that side of me in front of you. I’ve been so afraid that you’ll think it’s childish and stupid. I used to be so sensitive as a kid and sometimes I still am, but I’ve…” You trailed off, trying to find the words. All the things you’ve wanted to say for so long and now you don’t know how to distribute them without sounding foolish. 

“I guess I keep that side of me sheltered. Some people don’t feel kindly about those with such strong emotions. They call it childish and dumb. I know you love me and I love you, but I’ve always been afraid that you’d hate me for it.” 

“Wait, wait, wait.” He straightened his back and turned towards you. Not caring about the bench, his legs criss crossed over his lap. “You mean to tell me that you’ve been keeping parts of your soul hidden from me?” 

“Well, when you put it like that, it doesn’t sound great.” 

“I want to be offended, but I can’t. Who made you feel like that? I’d never judge you for being sensitive. Do you think I judge Felix for sobbing at concerts sometimes because he has strong emotions?” 

You glanced up and his face fell. “Maybe sometimes, but I don’t mean it like that! It’s just that he has such strong emotions, it’s cute, really, I swear! Not everyone has that much sensitivity, it’s sweet.” 

He leaned closed, letting his elbow rest upon his knee. His hand gently propped up his chin. “What about you? What made you feel like you couldn’t be like that? Who hurt your heart?” 

“Society, I think. When I was younger, sometimes people weren’t the nicest about it. Kids can be mean, so I guess to hide away from that cruelty, I wrapped myself up and tucked it away. I want to be me, all of me, but sometimes, I’m so afraid.”

“You don’t have to be afraid around me. I’ll love every part of you, even if you’re not proud of those parts. I’ve got two hands for a reason. I’ll turn your flaws into radiance and let the whole world experience it, too. The artist and the muse has always been a good trope.” 

Your cheeks flushed red. 

“If you want to cry, don’t let me stop you. Actually, do you want help crying?” He reached across your lap and gently untucked your croissant from the wrap it was in. “Take a bite of this and you’ll experience tears of joy. “Actually, wait.” He pulled the pastry from your hands and lifted it to your face. “Okay, take a bite.” 

“This feels embarrassing.” 

His head tipped back in a groan. “Now it is, but only because you’re making it embarrassing. Just take a bite, you’ll love it.” 

You sighed and bit into the pastry. A gush of chocolate filled your mouth and your face instantly softened. He grinned and pulled the croissant away. “I told you! It’s so good, right?” 

“Delicious,” you mumbled with your mouth full. 

“What was that? Wait, you’ve got a little something right here.” He moved closer, the warmth of his body pressed against your own. A gentle brush of his thumb caressed your bottom lip. “You got chocolate on your lip.” 

For a moment, the entire world stopped. A shared moment between the two of you, silent and sweet. Your eyes met and the butterflies tickled the bottom of your stomach. Years ago the first dejection settled there, but now, only the vines of admiration and affection. 

“Have I ever told you I wanted to kiss you?” He whispered. 

The waves lapped and the birds cooed, lovers fell in love all over again, and so did you. 

“Only a couple thousand times.” 

“Let’s make that a couple thousand and one times.” 

And between the flaky layers of croissant, the sweetness of cacao, and the warmth of your lover’s lips, surely, you’d find a way to open your heart entirely again; the exact same way you had years and years ago.

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[feyascorner]

“I love you.” The first time he says those simple three words, he doesn't mean it. Not really. And he knows you're aware of it too, with the stern glare you give him in response to his smug grin. He's teasing you—or, it looks that way anyway. In reality, he hopes that there's a glimmer, a sliver of your heart that welcomes his enticing and open arms. It’s routine. A habit. It feels more natural to lure you in with songs of promises than to simply tell you what he needs. He hopes you take his hand and ignore the sharp nails digging into your skin. He hopes you fall.

“I love you.” The second time is months later. He thinks he might genuinely mean it this time, considering how heavy his heart feels in his chest as the words leave his lips. But it’s hesitant. You can tell. And ever so patient, you only smile at him, taking his hand this time to squeeze it gently. Ah, that feels nice. Does he love you? Have you grown on his cold, dead heart? The fact that he doesn't want to recoil from your touch is enough if an answer..

“I love you.” The third time is at his grave. He’s confident now. Feeling. Wanting. He wishes he could hold your fingers against his skin forever. He doesn't want to even let go, because he fears you might vanish into thin air, like every other caring thing in his life. You're good. Understanding. Nothing like him. You deserve better than him. But he's always been a selfish man, and even though your presence urges him to be better, he remains selfish when it comes to you. He doesn't--no, he won’t lose you.

“I love you.” He’d feared he would never get to say the words again. He had faith in you of course, but an Elder Brain is no easy feat to defeat. But as he watches the brain sink into the darkest depths of the sea, the others cheering behind him, he feels the sun begin to prick at his skin again. It stings. Gods, does it sting. For a moment, he wonders if he should even run. He's had a taste for the sun kissed glow and he's not sure if he wants to part ways with it if it means he’ll rot away in the shadows forever. But when he feels you hurriedly toss a cloak over his shoulder, covering his face with the hood just enough for him to meet your eyes, you offer him something he doesn't want to ever imagine himself without again. Something he’s still in disbelief he has. Someone to worry for him.

I love you, I love you, I love you. As years pass, the words become more frequent, yet they never lose their weight, no matter how they're said or when. It’s funny, really, how he'd almost feared saying the same exact words just a few decades ago. To Astarion, they remind him that you're still here, allowing him the privilege to let him love you as much as he does.

“I love you.” The last time he says it, whether it be after an untimely death or simply from old age, he’s holding your hand again. He hates that instead of the adoration it’s supposed to convey, he hears more of the wobble in his voice as he realizes his time with you is up. Even though he's said it so many times, he finds that it still wasn't nearly enough. Open your eyes, he pleads to nobody in particular. He breathes. Why is he breathing? He doesn't need to. But the breaths become faster, and he realizes he’s crying too. Curses, how immature. Ah, your hand is so cold, almost like his own. He hates it. Don't be like him. And when he begs, he begs. Squeeze his hand again. Touch him again. Smile at him again. Live again.

Let him love you again.

[starsinthesky5]

ok ok so i’ve had this in my head FOR A WHILE and just kept forgetting to send it to you

but since songbird is based off of taylor, what was Joe’s reaction to the Brazil (I think it was Brazil) show? like it got so hot that she’s struggling to breathe, maybe panicking a little.

lowkey hope this makes sense lmao

a/n: HI MY LOVE <3 ty for sending this in

also, the fic series is not up to the tour storyline yet, but take this as another peek into it like i did a few months ago with this ask!

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oh god. if joe had been watching that brazil show live, there’s no way he stayed calm. especially if he wasn’t there in person.

he was in pittsburgh, holed up in a quiet corner suite the team booked for away games. it was late—past 11—room lit only by the muted glow of the bathroom light and the flickering of his ipad screen, propped up on the pillows beside him. he was supposed to be asleep by now. that’s what he told her he’d do. but he couldn't help it. he never missed a show if he didn’t have to. especially not when she was overseas, out of reach, singing her heart out in a place where the heat was breaking records and even fans were fainting.

he watched with one earbud in, hoodie up, covers kicked off his legs because his body ran hot at night. his forearm was slung over his eyes like maybe that would help him ignore the adrenaline that always bubbled up when he watched her perform. every night it happened like clockwork, the same soft awe that curled through his chest when she hit her high notes, when the crowd screamed her name, when her smile spread so wide he could feel it in his bones.

and then it happened.

at first, he thought the audio glitched. she paused between songs, longer than usual. too long. and when the camera angle shifted, his gut twisted.

she stepped back a little too slow, like her balance wasn’t quite right. her hand rose to her chest. he saw the way her shoulders hitched—fast, shallow breaths. her lips moved like she was trying to say something, but no sound came through.

and then her hand went to her neck.

joe’s stomach plummeted.

he sat bolt upright, yanking the earbud out and turning the ipad volume all the way up. his heart pounded against his ribs, cold sweat slicking his palms. he leaned in, scanning the screen like he could read her mind, like maybe he could will her body to breathe for her. the lights kept flashing. the crowd was still screaming. but all he could see was her. the way her eyes blinked fast, searching the stage for someone. the way her other hand braced on her thigh. the faint, shaky wobble in her knees.

panic. real, raw panic.

he knew that look. he’s had that look.

and suddenly, he was moving.

already dialing her manager. already flipping open his laptop, opening the group text thread with her team, fingers flying across the keyboard.

“what’s happening.”

“is she okay??”

“SOMEONE GET HER WATER.”

his thumbs could barely keep up with his racing mind. he refreshed the thread twice. his heart thundered like it was trying to punch through his chest. every second that ticked by without an update made him feel physically sick.

he knew how hot that show was. he’d seen the photos—sweat-soaked fans, security handing out bottles like lifelines. he’d heard the warnings about the heat index, how people were being treated for heat exhaustion before she even stepped onstage.

but he hadn’t expected this.

hadn’t expected to watch the love of his life nearly collapse on stage in real time, her body trying to push through something it physically couldn’t take. he didn’t breathe again until he saw her crouch down near the edge of the stage and someone—god bless whoever it was—rushed over with a water bottle and a towel. she took both with shaky hands. stayed down for a beat too long. and then slowly, so slowly, held her mic again raised it to her mouth.

“i just need a second, okay?” she told the crowd, her voice small, rough around the edges. “just…just give me a minute,”.

he could hear how unsteady she was, how hard she was working to keep it together. and still, even then the crowd screamed her name, chanting it like a prayer.

joe stood up, pacing now. one hand fisted in his hair. the other pressed to his chest. he didn’t know what else to do. he wanted to be on that stage. wanted to lift her off her feet and carry her straight into the nearest air-conditioned room. wrap her in a cold towel. rub her back. hold her hand until her breathing slowed.

he came so close to calling her. hovered over her name in his favorites list. but he knew she was still mid-show. he knew she wouldn’t answer. so instead, he left a voicemail. just to feel like he was doing something.

“baby. please. call me. i just need to hear your voice, okay? i need to know you're alright,”.

when she finally called hours later—hair damp, skin pink from the shower, voice still hoarse—he couldn’t speak at first. he just stared at the screen, jaw clenched, blinking too fast.

she gave him a tired smile. “hi, joey,”.

his throat tightened. “baby. jesus. don’t ever scare me like that again,”.

she laughed, but it cracked down the middle. her eyes welled. “i didn’t know if i was gonna pass out or throw up or both,” she admitted, voice whisper-soft. “i couldn’t breathe. my lungs felt like they were cooking,”.

he let out a long breath, running a hand over his mouth, his face. “i almost flew down there,”.

her lips parted. “joey—,”.

“i’m serious. i didn’t even care that i had game tomorrow. i had my bag halfway packed,”.

“you’re in the middle of a season, quarterback,” she whispered.

“don’t care.”

and god, he meant it. she was everything. if she needed him—even for something as simple as sitting cross-legged on a hotel carpet with a cold gatorade pressed to her forehead—he’d do it. no g questions asked.

“next time,” he murmured, soft and deliberate, “we’re getting you one of those backstage AC packs. like, the ones they use in NASCAR. or one of those cool astronaut-suits. i’ll build it myself if i have to,”.

she giggled, all sleepy and tender. “you’d make a cute little roadie, joey,”.

he smiled, gaze warm and unwavering. “anything for my girl,”.

and he meant that, too.

[kxsagi]

OH MY GOD. OH MY FUCKING GOD. IM LITERALLY LOSING IT I FUCKING CANNOT SOMEONE SAVE HIM THATS MY BABYYYYBHE WAS CRYING WITH ALL THE SNOT HES MY BABY I SWEAR TO FUCKJGGOD LOOK HOW CUTEEEE HE ISSSSSS anyways Hai i love u 🫰🫰🫰👅👅😊😊😊💖

“𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭��𝐫 𝟑𝟎𝟐 🥀”

a/n: my precious @chiibabie will NOT be crying tonight, i am here to save her (also love you too 😚)

quick drabble, but SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 302 AHEAD!!! 

will also be writing a dad nagi oneshot after this

you hear the front door creak open. 

not slam, not swing, just a slow creak, like it’s not entirely sure if it wants to open or not. like the person behind it doesn’t know if they want to come home or disappear into the wind. 

you peek up from the couch. “sei?” 

no response. just the shuffling of feet. his bag sliding off his shoulder and thudding to the floor. the soft tap of his phone being tossed onto the table. and then… silence. 

you find him in the doorway, looking like a ghost of the boy who left for school this morning. eyes empty, posture heavy, hoodie sleeve pulled halfway over his hand. he doesn’t even look at you. 

you rise gently, no questions yet. just an open arm and a soft, “rough day?” 

his lower lip wobbles. 

he walks straight into your embrace and buries his face into your neck, arms slung loosely around your waist like even holding on is exhausting. 

“i thought i’d like it,” he mumbles, voice muffled. “being back. sleeping in class again. poking myself with choki to wake up. it’s just like before.” 

you run your fingers through his snowy hair, letting him talk. 

“but it’s not. it’s... boring. even when people stare and call me a genius or a celebrity, it’s not the same. none of it feels like anything.” 

his breath hitches. his shoulders shake. 

“i miss it,” he whispers. “i miss blue lock.” 

you don’t rush him. you let him cry real, quiet tears this time. not out of frustration or anger. just… the ache of something unfinished. something he loved being taken from him too soon. 

when his breathing steadies, you cup his cheeks and tilt his face up so he has no choice but to look at you. 

“you’re allowed to miss it, sei. it meant something to you.” 

“it was fun,” he says, voice cracking a little. “i didn’t think i’d care this much.” 

you give him a small, knowing smile. “that’s how you know it was real.” 

he leans into your touch, eyes still glossy. “i thought i hated effort, y’know? but then i started trying. and i didn’t hate it. i liked trying. with reo. with everyone. i liked playing soccer.” 

your heart twists at how raw he sounds. how honest. how far he’s come from the boy who once called anything troublesome a hassle. 

“and you’ll try again,” you whisper, pressing your forehead to his. “you don’t stop being you just because blue lock’s over. you’re still nagi seishiro. the genius. the sleepy kid with a cactus named choki. the boy who made the whole world stop just to watch him play.” 

his arms wrap tighter around you, almost like he’s scared you’ll vanish too. “i feel so lame crying over this.” 

you nudge his nose with yours, smiling gently. “you’re not lame. you’re passionate. and a little dramatic.” 

“rude,” he mumbles, but there’s a ghost of a smile there now. 

you pull him to the couch, dragging him down with you until he’s tucked against your side like a big sulky cat. he clings to your hoodie like it’s his lifeline, hiding his face in your shoulder again. 

“wanna know what i think?” you say, scratching his scalp lightly. “i think you needed to feel this. to remember why you loved it. so next time, when the next door opens, you’ll be ready. and you’ll love it even more.” 

“next time…” he murmurs. 

“yeah. next time.” you press a kiss to his temple. “this isn’t the end. it’s just half-time.” 

he hums softly. almost asleep. a quiet, drowsy, trusting sound. like he believes you. 

and as the sun starts to dip below the horizon and his breath evens out beside you, you swear you’ll believe it enough for the both of you. 

until he can get back on the field again. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

a/n #2: also WHAT DOES THIS MEAN LIKE 11.7 MILLION POSTS???

[fanfictiongirlie]

Marvel: Good Girl

Remember this post? I did it

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Description:

Bucky, Steve and Reader are in a relationship. Reader is a total badass during work hours, but during off hours, she belongs to Steve and Bucky.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, obvs. Use of Good Girl, Slut, Daddy. Name calling, Double penetration in one hole. Spanking. Uhhh I can't remember if that's everything. Porn with a tiniest bit of plot. Dom/Sub.

Words: 5,367

Completed One-Shot

Being in a happy relationship had never been on your immediate radar. Sure, it sounded nice, but it wasn't something you had been actively looking for. When you started working for the Avengers you were beyond happy, the perfect job, that came with living accommodations. And even better, it came with two boyfriends. Like you had previously thought, you weren't looking for a relationship, but things happened so smoothly with Steve and Bucky, they became your everything, the perfect men, so happy that you succeed in the workplace, and made sure you were so looked after behind closed doors. 

During work hours you were a badass, you had worked your way up in the ranks, and you were second in command of the Avengers. It always made you giggle thinking about it, you were in charge of your boys during the day, and during the night, they were in charge of you. 

The jet landed in the Avengers landing bay, you and Nat walked off, small smiles on your lips from your successful mission, though you were both exhausted, and the second you saw Bucky and Steve waiting for you you felt your mind start to crumble. You needed them, needed the safe space they brought when the three of you were alone. 

As soon as you started walking towards them, you mentally wobbled, sure you loved being a badass in the working field, but you loved being theirs, having them look after you. It was your weakness. They made you feel safe and content. 

"Come here, sweetheart" Steve says, taking the first step to hugging you. Bucky soon joins, wrapping his large arms around you both. You sighed happily, closing your eyes for a moment.  You took in a deep breath, taking in their scents, they felt warm, and smelt like home. Nothing felt more perfect than this, well, maybe completing a mission successfully. 

The three if you quickly made your way back to your shared apartment, Steve sat on the couch first, pulling you down onto his lap. Bucky joined sitting close by, his leg pressed against Steve's. 

"There you go" Steve whispers, his lips resting on the shell of your ear, his soft tone tickling your skin. You moved slightly, resting your head on it's side against Steve's shoulder, your eyes met Bucky's, his blue orbs piercing and soft as they look at you, he moves and strokes a few strands of hair away from your eyes, his fingers lingering on your temple. 

"We missed you honey" Bucky whispers. You smile, the mission you had just finished starting to feel all over your body. You were exhausted, your body ached and your mind felt strained. 

"Missed you" You mumble, you were struggling to keep your eyes open. You couldn't fall asleep, not yet, you were still in your mission gear, and you felt gross. Steve moved his hands to hold your back, one of his hands moved up and down your spine, you sighed, feeling relaxed. 

"Angel, it's not the same here without you" Steve whispers, your heart swells at his words, feeling special and loved. Steve and Bucky had been in a relationship before you came along, so sometimes you did feel like maybe you didn't fit in, but you did, and they made sure to tell you, and show you. 

"Do you know what it's like to not have you here by our side?" Bucky asks, his fingers were still woven through your hair, relaxing you further. 

"Having each other just not enough?" You ask, your voice quiet. You watch as Bucky's eyes flicker from your face and up to Steve's eyes. 

"No, it's never enough" Steve says first, he moves slightly to press a kiss to your head. 

"We want you, sweetheart. We're not whole without you" Bucky says, he moves his hand to your back, touching Steve's hands, they intertwin and hold you whilst holding each other. 

"Mmm my boys" You mumble. "Love you both, I need a shower, and then bed"

They both chuckle, and nod their heads at the same time. Steve held you a little tighter as he picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist and held onto his neck. 

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather nap first?" Bucky asks, he stood up to join Steve, standing close to you both. 

"No, I smell like mission" You say, your voice sounding a little whiny. Steve's arms tightened around you. 

"Want some help in the shower then, sweetheart?" He asks. "I'm all for that" Bucky adds. 

"I want a clean shower" Not a dirty one!" You say. Steve fakes a gasp and moves one hand to swat your ass teasingly. 

"We don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart, we always behave"

You roll your eyes and snuggle a little closer to Steve, if that were possible. Steve carried you into your shower room, it might have been your favourite room in your shared apartments. It came with a large bath, perfect for soaking for hours watching junk on your laptop, and the shower was amazing, it was large enough for the three of you, plus extra, and with two super soldiers you needed the extra space in there. 

"Get the water goin', Buck" Steve says, Bucky nodded and moved to start the shower, soon the room filled with warm steam, you sighed happily, starting to feel calmer than before. Steve's hand ran up and down your spine, he presses a kiss to your forehead before helping you back to stand on your own two feet. You watched for a moment as the two men, your men, got the shower all ready, placing your favourite body lotions and hair care, a small smile played on your lips as you watched them move so fluidly together. 

"It's ready, doll" Bucky says, stepping closer to you, his metal hand moves to rest on your hip, squeezing you slightly. "Strip for us" 

Steve moves to stand behind you, his hand going to the other side of your hip. You shivered from their touches, the three of you started removing your clothes, leaving them in a mess pile of clothes on the floor. You stepped into the shower first, sighing heavily as the hot water hit your body, the steam cascaded down your body, dancing along your skin, for a moment you forgot about your sex god boyfriends stepping into the shower behind you. 

"So perfect" Bucky whispers, his fingers danced lightly on your hip, his lips ever so slightly touching the skin behind your ear as he placed the gentlest of kisses. A soft whimper leaves your lips, you heard both men chuckle, the sound traveling down your body. You were so tired, you wanted to want them as much as they clearly wanted you, but you were so exhausted. 

Both men took their time washing you, they knew you were tired, and you were their girl, they'd look after you. Steve pulls you to lean against his front, your back pressed against the firmness of his body, whilst Bucky lathered his hands up with lotion, covering your body. You closed your eyes, enjoying this moment of bliss, soft moans left your lips as you felt your muscles relax under their touches. 

Once done in the shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel and wandered to the bedroom, the simplest room in the apartment, the huge bed you had took up most of the space, there was a small corner where Bucky kept his books and a little beanbag, and Steve's lego builds were dotted around on various shelves. You shimmed on a nightgown and crawled into the bed, you curled up on the edge rather than in the middle, feeling too tired to think otherwise, you felt Bucky and Steve crawl into the bed after you, the light was switched off, and you were asleep before you even finished saying goodnight. 

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It must of been at least a few hours later, you had crawled into bed roughly around four in the afternoon. The light was still poking out from the blinds in your bedroom then, not that you noticed really, you had been so tired. You opened your eyes, the room was dark, but the hall light was on, illuminating the room slightly, just enough that you could see the movements from besides you. You moved a hand to rub the sleep from your eyes, trying to focus on what Steve and Bucky were doing, a soft smile crept onto your lips as you watched them. 

Bucky was lying on his back, making soft little sounds as Steve hovered over him, kissing his neck and collarbone. Steve's hands were on Bucky's hips, his fingers were digging into the flesh there, both were only in their tight boxers, you could just about see how hard they both were, their hips were moving as they grinded into one another. Bucky's fingers were tangled in Steve's hair, pulling softly on the longer threads and scratching at his scalp. 

You silently watched them, your teeth coming out to bite at your lower lip, you squeezed your thighs together, wanting so badly to feel friction between them, but you didn't want to disturb them. 

Steve continued to mark up Bucky's neck, his hand moved up to grip Bucky's chin, tilting Bucky's head so he had more space. Bucky let out little sighs and sounds of pleasure, his hands now trailing down to grip Steve's shoulders. 

"Fuck" You mutter, no longer able to keep quiet as you watched them. Both of them freeze for a moment and look over to you. Steve immediately grins, his eyes darkening a bit as his gaze locks onto yours. 

"Enjoying the show sweetheart?" Steve asks, as he smirks. You shiver at the tone he was using, during team time on the Avengers you were the boss of them, and they listened and submitted so perfectly, but in the bedroom, you were theirs. 

"Yes daddy" You whispers, your voice taking control before your brain even had a moment to. They both groan at the use of the title, their gazes darkening even more. 

"Is that so, angel? Care to join us, then?" Steve asks. 

"Please?" You whisper, shuffling a little closer to them, you sighed happily when you felt the warmth from the heat of their bodies against your skin. 

"That's it, come here doll" Bucky murmurs, they both move about, laying side by side, but leaving enough space for you to settle in between them. "Where you at, darling?"

You think about it for a moment, you wanted them so badly, your core ached for them, but you didn't want plain normal sex, you needed them on a deeper level. You snuggle closer to Bucky, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

"Wanna be your good girl, daddy" 

Steve ran his hand along your back, his touch comforting. Bucky moved slightly to kiss your forehead. 

"You are our good girl, sweetheart" Bucky whispers. "But, we need to know how you need us, do you want soft dom or hard dom tonight?" 

You whined, not enjoying this, you wished they could read your mind, know exactly what you wished for, but no amount of super soldier serum could do that. You don't think. 

"I want both" You say, your voice sounding pathetic and whiny. A soft groan leaves both their lips. 

"You want both, sweetheart?" Steve asks, his voice husky behind your ear. 

"I think that can be arranged" Bucky hums, his hand moved to your thigh as he slowly lifts your nightgown up, his fingers leaving a cold path in their wake. You shivered in anticipation, a soft whimper left your lips. 

"So needy baby" Steve whispers, his hands were on your body now, exploring. 

"But that's how we like you, right doll?" Bucky mutters, you move slightly to press your lips to his collarbone, licking and sucking the skin. 

"Yes daddy" You answer. Bucky groans, his head fell to the side giving you more space. 

"Oh you needy little thing" Steve mutters, his lips finding your neck, kissing and nipping. You ignored Steve's words with a small smirk on your lips, you loved it when they were soft with you, and you loved it when they were hard on you. However there was something special about Steve when he was pissed off, he turned into this sexual being that had one goal, to use you. Captain America was a sweet, caring man, but hard dom Steve was a dark, sexy man. And the idea of making Steve mean whilst being good for Bucky had you dripping in between your legs. 

Of course, both men knew exactly what you were doing, Steve let out a deep sound from his chest. "You're asking for trouble" He mutters, sinking his teeth into a sensitive spot on your shoulder, a bit harsher than needed. You giggled softly, licking a long strip up Bucky's neck. He groaned, his metal hand gripped your thigh a little tighter, you moved your leg to hook over his, giving you access to grind your groin against his, once more ignoring Steve's movements. 

"You're playing a dangerous game, sweetheart" Steve rasps against your skin. 

"Oh, am I?" You answer, you lips still against Bucky's neck as you speak. Steve moves his hand and swats your asscheek, the nightgown you were wearing had rising up and bunched around your waist, leaving you naked from the waist below. Steve slapped against the soft skin of your arse again. 

"Yes, you are. And you know exactly what you're doing, don't you?" Steve asks, his lips were now on the back of your neck. Before answering Steve you moved so you could kiss Bucky's lips, giving him a sweet, slow and loving kiss. 

"And what?"

Steve lets out a dark chuckle, his hand moves from your arse down to your naked cunt, his fingers harshly dipped between your folds, you were wet, dripping over his fingers now, you moaned loudly against Bucky's lips, feeling your legs shake ever so slightly, you grinded down, feeling Bucky's hard cock against your clit as Steve moves his fingers. 

"You're being naughty" Steve mutters. 

"Never naughty for my Bucky" You answer back, giggling softly, Bucky was softly panting, you had left a wet patch on his grey boxers. 

"You would never be naughty for me" Bucky says, his eyes locked onto yours, his pupils already blown wide, he looked beyond perfect, Steve must of been kissing and grinding on him for a while before you had woken up and joined them, he looked so deep in his head, you were impressed he was even able to speak normally. 

"I'll only be naughty for Stevie"

Steve groaned into your neck, his fingers moved deeper through your folds, you opened your legs further, giving him more space to work with, Bucky moved slightly and held your leg up, Steve's fingers moved up to your slit, he pressed down, circling a few times before pinching your clit between his finger and thumb. 

"Oh will you now?" Steve asks, his pinch on your clit getting harder, you yelped, your head fell backwards onto Steve's shoulder. You grinded and wiggled under Steve lost his grip on you. Smirking, you turned to face him, making sure your arse was pressed against Bucky's hard cock, he groaned into your ear and grinded softly, moving one hand to hold your hip. Your eyes met Steve's. 

"Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?"

Steve raised an eyebrow at your words, he moved one hand to hold your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. "Oh angel, you are in trouble now"

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, you kissed back moving your lips against his, biting his lower lip. He groaned into your mouth, his hand tightened on your chin before he pulled back, fixing you with a dark look. 

"You're being very naughty" He murmurs, reaching to slap the side of your arse. Bucky was watching, smirking as he litters short kisses to the back of your neck and shoulder. 

"Yeah, and?" You ask. Steve chuckles, shaking his head. 

"You really are a little brat, aren't you?"

"Yes, daddy" You answer, moving slightly to press your body against Steve's, Bucky followed, pressing his against your back, leaving you sandwiched between them. Heaven, pure bliss was the only way to truly describe being squished between them both, they were so muscular, so hard and strong, their bodies alone made you wet, you wanted them so badly, but you were enjoying this little game also. You wanted to see how far you could push Steve. 

Steve watched you for a moment, and you thought maybe he was going to snap, but he didn't, he moved to press his lips to Bucky's.

Bucky let out a surprised sound, obviously not expecting the kiss, but immediately he melted into it. You watched as their lips moved perfectly together over your face, slowly, so you wouldn't disturb them you moved one hand to your nipples, tweaking them through the thin material of your nightgown, moaning softly as you watched them kiss. 

Steve groaned against Bucky's mouth, his hand sliding behind Bucky's head, gripping his hair. You loved them so much, they were perfect. So perfect. And all yours. You moved your free hand down to your pussy, sliding two fingers down your slit, spreading your lips, allowing the wetness to be all over you. You moaned softly as you dipped a finger inside, you were so tight every time, you had no idea how you fit them in so nicely every time. 

"You want it bad, don't you?" Steve asks, both men now looking down at you. You looked up at them with wide eyes, nodding. You stopped your fingers for a moment, Bucky moved his hand down over yours, cupping your pussy. 

"No babygirl, keep going, let daddy see you" He whispers, you bite your lip and nod, listening to him you start moving your fingers again, slower than before, wanting to give him a show, your eyes stayed on Bucky, they threatened to close as you made yourself feel so good. 

"Eyes on me angel, that's my good girl" Bucky whispers. You reached up closer to Steve, making it seem like you were about to kiss him, but at the last second you moved away and planted your lips onto Bucky's. 

"Naughty little thing" Steve mutters, his hand moves down, he swats your fingers away from your wet core and slaps your clit, you jolt up into his touch, a small noise leaving your lips as he slaps again. 

"Think I pissed him off?" You ask Bucky quietly, your lips moved against his as you spoke. Bucky chuckled and nodded. "I think you did, doll. Think he's gonna punish you for it too"

"Punish me?" You repeat, you move your body so your naked cunt grinds against Bucky's boxers and your arse against Steve's boxers, causing them both to groan loudly, music to your ears. Steve's hands gripped at your hips, pulling you closer to his body, his lips traced your ears, licking the skin. 

"Oh, darling, you know I'm gonna punish you for teasing me, you're being such a needy little thing right now, and you need to be put in your place, don't you?"

"I'm not being naughty for Bucky" You point out, smirking up to your boyfriend. 

"You're my good girl, aren't ya doll?" Bucky asks, you nod, agreeing with him. Before you can say another word, Steve moves you as he moves himself, Bucky crawls to the end of the bed, watching you both. Steve grabs your hips and lies you over his lap, ass up, he pushes your nightgown up and off your body, finally leaving you naked, you shivered when he placed a hand softly on your arse cheek. 

"Bad girls are punished" He mutters, Steve lifts a hand and plants it down heavily on your ass, you jolt from the touch, moaning softly. 

You look over to Bucky, your eyes wide, he watched you with a smirk on his lips. 

"Be good baby, take your punishment" He whispers, Bucky reaches over touching your cheek gently, tracing his finger down to your chin. 

"Count, angel" Steve says, his voice low and dark, you nod and count as he slaps you. 

"Two!" Smack!

"Three!" Smack!

"You look so pretty darling, so fucking pretty for us" Bucky whispers, you open your eyes to look at him, your mouth watered when you saw he had taken his boxers off, his hard cock was in his metal hand and he stroked it whilst looking at you. 

"Don't look at him" Steve orders. "You don't get to look at him when I'm punishing you"

You whined, looking back to meet Steve's gaze, his gaze was hard as he looks down at you, he smacks your red cheeks once more and moves you, planting you on the bed, lying on your stomach. 

Steve moves on the bed, moving between your legs behind you, with his large hands he harshly opens your legs, pushing your arse up, so you were presented to him. His hand smacks up against your pussy, causing a wet sound to echo through the room, your legs wobbled as he spanked your pussy again. 

"Stevie!" You whined as he pushed two fingers into your hole, you were so wet, so needy for them, it only hurt the tiniest amount, you tightened around him, wanting to feel more, you wanted, no needed, the stretch of his cock, and Bucky's deep inside of you. 

Steve stopped his movements, keeping his two fingers deep inside you, his free hand moved to grab your hair, pulling you back slightly, as your back arched you whined softly. 

"You're so fucking hot like this" Steve mutters, you gasped as his fingers started moving again, he fucked your hole with them, you were dripping wet, dripping down his fingers. "My filthy slut, aren't you?"

Your mouth hung open as you feel the coil in your stomach, the warmth started to spread throughout your body, and then it stopped, you whined loudly, turning slightly to look back at Steve, his hand still had a fistful of your hair, causing it to hurt as you looked to him. 

"You didn't answer daddy, angel" He says with a smirk, his usual blue eyes dark with lust. 

"I'm sorry daddy, please, let me come, please" You begged, you moved your hips trying to fuck yourself on his stilled fingers. 

"Aw come on Stevie, look at her, let her come" Bucky suggests. 

"You hear that angel? Bucky thinks I should let you come, but I don't think you've deserved it, I want you to work for it" Steve says, he adds a third finger into your tight hole but doesn't move them. "Fuck yourself on my fingers"

You whined but listened, you rested both of your arms on the bed, and laid your head to the side, getting a perfect view of Bucky fisted his cock watch both you and Steve. You moved your hips, shuffling your knees open as you backed yourself onto Steve's fingers. It felt amazing, his hands were large already, so having three of his fingers inside of your tight hole felt heavenly. You moaned softly, keeping your eyes on Bucky as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your edge. 

"Ask me" Steve says darkly. "Ask me or I'll stop, and you won't get to come all night"

"Ah Steve, don't be mean" Bucky says quietly. 

"You want the same treatment Bucks?" Steve asked, you could hear the smirk on his lips as he spoke. Bucky said nothing further. 

"Daddy, please, can I come?" You ask, your voice breaking as you move your hips faster. 

"See, you can be good" Steve murmurs, he swats your ass again, the feeling stinging a little, and then finally he moves two fingers to press down on your clit, you let out a scream as his fingers fuck you and press down on your clit, you feel your body explode with feeling as you reach your high, coming hard all over his fingers, you closed your eyes, feeling your vision go funny for a moment, like all the stress from your mission leaving your body all at once as you soak Steve's fingers. 

"That's my good girl, that's it, ride daddy's fingers" Steve mutters, his fingers slowing down on your sensitive nerves. 

"Fuck, Stevie. I'm so close, let me have her?" Bucky says, his voice breaking off into a whimper. You flop down on the bed, your legs giving out from the pleasure. You watched as Bucky moved closer to you, lying on his back, Steve must of answered him, you must of missed it. 

"Come here, my darling" Bucky whispers, you move your body, feeling heavy as you climb onto his body, Bucky helps you, guiding you by your hips. "Gonna fuck you nice and good, my sweet girl"

"Yes...oh please, daddy"

Bucky holds his cock with one hand and lifts your hips with his other, he presses the head to your clit, rubbing you for a few moments, you shiver and rut your hips against him, he smirked up at you and slips the head of his cock between your folds until finally he presses against your willing hole. You whimpered pathetically and moved your hips to sink down completely onto him. 

"Fuck" He mutters breathlessly, you move your hands onto his chest, holding yourself up as you lift your hips up and back down, feeling the full stretch of his large cock within you, Bucky was the thicker one out of him and Steve, and you loved it, loved being full of him. 

"Bucky, yes...oh.." You stuttered, his hand held your hip, helping you lift up and down. 

"That's my girl, so good for me"

"You two look so perfect" Steve adds, you turn to face him, seeing him naked now as he fucks his hand. 

"Why don't you join us?" You ask, biting your lip. 

"Don't mind if I do, you've got Bucky fucking you so nicely" Steve says, he moves to kneel in between Bucky's legs, both his hands grab your arse, squeezing you in his large hands. "Is he making you feel loved baby?" 

You nod, leaning your head back to rest on Steve's chest. "So loved!" You call out as Bucky speeds up, his motions still passionate and loving. 

Steve grabbed his cock and pushed it down to press against Bucky's cock, the three of you moaned loudly. 

"Please Stevie, I can take it!" You plead, needing to feel them both. Steve chuckled darkly and pushed against Bucky's cock, time slowed down for a moment, no longer was he worried about punishing you, he needed to be careful, he'd never forgive himself if he hurt you or Bucky. You yelped in deep pleasure when the head of Steve's cock pushed into your hole, it was a tight fit, but you were so wet, and ready for him, your pussy sucked him in, needing him more. 

"Fuck, lean forward baby" Steve mutters, pushing against your back, you lean forward, letting your breasts press down against Bucky's toned chest. Both his hands, metal and flesh moved to grasp your shoulders. 

"That's my girl, so lovely when she's being good for her boys" Steve says, he grips onto the flesh of you hips as his other hand holds his cock, pushing deeper into you, both his and Bucky's cocks were squished together, and the three of you were moaning messes. 

Steve moved slowly, he didn't want to hurt either of you, and it wasn't like he was in a rush, Bucky however sounded like he was close, he was panting in your ear and his fingers dug into the flesh of your shoulders. 

With one last push Steve was fully in you, both his and Bucky's cock's stretched you, the burn between your legs was a good one. You didn't often take them both in one hole at once, but when you did, you felt it for days after, you loved it, you had never felt so full. 

"You're so good darling, so good for daddy" Bucky coos, whispering in your ear, kissing the side of your face in between words. 

"Good" Steve starts, thrusting half out of you and then back in with each word. "Fucking. Slut."

You mewed, feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head, you moved, letting your forehead fall to Bucky's shoulder, your mouth hung open as noises of pleasure left your lips. 

"That's it baby, like this don't ya?" Steve taunts you. "Not sated with one cock, you need two, don't ya baby?" 

You whine, feeling your legs shake as you feel yourself come, the liquid leaving your opened hole, drenching both their cocks, they groaned in unison, four hands were on your body, gripping you, grabbing you, Bucky and Steve were feral for you. 

"Stevie" Bucky whines, grabbing Steve's hand and holding it against your body, Bucky shuddered and emptied inside of you, coating your inner walls and Steve's cock in his cum, you kissed Bucky's neck softly. 

"That's it, come baby" You whisper. Steve's movements sped up, he thrusted his cock deep inside of you, his groans were getting louder.

"Like that??" Steve asks, his grip on your hips getting harder. "Gonna fill you up, dirty slut, fill you with my come, fuck...you've Bucky's come too, fucking dirty girl, gonna fill you up" 

You smirked lazily, Steve always got rambling before he came, moments later you clenched around his cock, feeling yourself come as his cock empties inside of you. 

The three of you stay still for a moment, panting, your breath heavy and broken. 

"I didn't go to mean, did I?" Steve whispers, his body moved, pressing against your back for a moment as he pressed a kiss to your upper spine, he peppered kisses as he travelled down. 

"Oh, it was perfect" You answer, a goofy smile on your lips, Bucky grinned as he looked at your face. 

"She's cock drunk, Stevie"

"Of course she is, that's why she's our good girl" 

You clench your pussy, causing them to groan, both of them move, taking their cocks from you, leaving you completely empty. Steve climbed off the bed first, going to the bathroom to get a wet cloth, he throws it to Bucky and then disappears again. 

Bucky moves you to lie down, he washes your body first and then his own, kissing you lazily every so often. Steve finally returns with three bottles of water, and three small chocolate bars. 

"Fuel and then sleep, okay?" He says, using his Captain America voice. The three of you wrap blankets around your bodies and sit together, drinking the water and eating the chocolate. You smiled as you watched them, you felt incredibly lucky. You finished the chocolate bar and yawned softly, snuggling back into the bed, the boys copied, snuggling close to your sides. 

"Love you darling" Bucky whispers, he presses a light kiss to your forehead. 

"Mmm love you" Steve mumbles, his nose pressed to your shoulder as he starts to fall asleep. You close your eyes with a light smile on your lips. 

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HERE'S MY OPEN ARMS! — TEN

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: Polites and Y/n, his wife, reunites after he gets home from war:3

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Polites, but I do see polites with a man

Warnings: mentions of blood.

𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄, 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄. Polites and Odysseus had made it home with the rest of their crew. Ithaca still shining bright the same way it used to when they left 20 years ago to fight for the Trojan war.

Yet, had a few stop overs for materials and foods, and made a few gods and monsters mad. Yet, he didn't think that he would still be here after seeing what happened.

Polites was practically buzzing to finally see his wife again, and to see his daughter. As they went off the ship, the other people in the kingdom happy that the warriors and soldiers finally got home.

Polites and the others congratulated them, welcoming them again, and Polites was just waiting for Odysseus before he goes back home. When they were walking back to the palace, Polites felt a sudden swirl in his stomach.

He wasn't sure if his wife would still love him the same. Or would his daughter even care that he's back home. He adjusted his glasses with a shaky hand, which Odysseus noticed. "... Polites." He murmured, making Polites look over. "Captain?" He said, before shaking his head and correcting himself. "Odysseus.."

"Mind helping me with the suitor problem.." He murmured. "... Others told me theres a whole lot of suitors in the palace." His voice low. Jealousy basically dripping in his spit. "... Like.. Kill them?" He asked as he adjusted his glasses again.

"Yeah.." Odysseus smirked a bit. "The entrance of the palace, lies my bow. Be a friend and grab a few arrows." He smiled at Polites. Polites sighed and nodded. Needing to help his best friend before he see's his wife.

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Polites was bloody from his legs to his toes and his face a bit of blood. As Telemachus and Odysseus finally reunited, Polites tapped Odysseus shoulder. Odysseus looked over and immediately softened even more. ".. Go to her.." He mumbled.

Polites practically beamed, bowing to his best friend while muttering a small thank you before running out of the different halls of the palace. His feet wobbling with almost every single step he takes, just wanted to be in his darling Y/n's arms.

The wind passing through his as he ran through the last Hall, seeing the exit of Odysseus' palace. He ran out to the kingdoms, seeing the familiar kingdom he used to roam around.

He suddenly saw a figure running towards the palace, a woman to be exact. Their chiton moving with the wind at they ran. They stopped in front of the palace and saw Polites. His legs and bottom of his tunic covered in red, after the suitor problem was solved.

"Polites...?" They whispered. "Y/n." He mumbled. His wife he had been dreaming and yearning to see once again, only a few feet away from him. He sniffled as he saw her.

He looked.. Different. His tan skin tanned a bit more, his eyeglasses had a crack, knowing he and his wife would have to go to the eye doctor to get new glasses for him.

He had a beard, his old peach fuzz grew into a small beard now. He looked a bit more tan than he used to, being out in the ocean for years.

Polites opened his arms hesitantly, thinking that his wife might've hated him for being gone for so long. He closed his eyes, and whispered. "I'm home.."

He felt his heart race when Y/n hugged him tightly, his eyes widening as she started sobbing. He wrapped his arms around her and twirled her around before relishing the closeness of her body with his, his hand gripping at her arms and waist like a crying child as tears flew down their cheeks.

"Oh, Polites.." Y/n mumbled against his shoulder while she started kissing his neck and brought up her lips to his face. "I've missed you.." He whispered back, closing his eyes.

Y/n took his glasses off, putting it on his head and caressed his cheek. "You need new glasses, my love.." She mumbled as she played with his curls at the nape of his neck.

"I know.." He whispered as his vision was a bit blurry. "Put my glasses back on, I want to see you." He said teasingly as he sniffled. Y/n chuckled and put his glasses back on his face. "Where's Sena..?" He whispered, remembering his daughter.

Like right on cue, they heard a voice behind them. "Dad..?" Polites turned around and saw his daughter, She's grown. Almost as tall as her mother, and her skin was the same tan he had before war. Polites looked at Y/n, asking for permission to withdraw his arm around her. She nodded and pulled away, and Polites quickly went towards Sena.

She was kind of uncomfortable, especially not knowing her father as well,and seeing him covered with a bit of blood. Polites felt his heart shake a bit, as he took a small step back. He waited for his daughter to speak, but she looked starstruck. He hummed and opened his arms a bit, seeing if she'd also come forward like her mother.

She looked hesitant. She looked over at her mother who just smiled softly, silently reassuring her about any of the problems floating in her mind. Sena then took a big step forward before hugging her father, not caring about the blood on his legs and arms.

Polites looked at her and smiled. "Why we're you at the palace, huh?" He asked, a bit curious. She pulled away and blushed a bit, not wanting to say anything. "Uh-.." She smiled awkwardly. Y/n smirked and cleared her throat.

"Mom- Please don't-" Sena clasped her hands, embarassed of the reason. Polites looked over at his two girls and raised an eyebrow. "I just got home and you're hiding secrets from me, huh?" Polites teased as he ruffled his daughter's hair.

"Fine.. I'll tell you." She murmured, feeling guilty after his teasing. "... I was.. I.. Blegh.." She stumbled on her words and covered her face, making Polites and Y/n chuckle. "Let's go back home, you can tell your father while on the way." Y/n said softly.

As they started walking down the steps of the palace, Polites still walked with a smile and radiance around him, even though his limbs are full of fried blood of the suitors.

Sena started to explain. "Me and Telemachus-" she started, making Polites halt and laugh a bit. "Really?" He smiled excitedly, making Sena turn pink. "I'm not even finished!" She hissed at her father as she basically saw the teasing comments trying to pry his lips open to be let out.

Polites kept his mouth shut for his daughter to explain. "We've been. Really close, that is." She started off, rubbing her arms in embarrassment. "And, I just realized you were home too when I saw Odysseus with Telemachus." She explained. "That's why I ran out here and saw you and mom." She blushed.

"Are you and Telemachus, I don't know, together? Hints of interest?" Polites smiled, which made Sena cover her face and grumble. Polites wrapped an arm around his wife's waist while paying attention to his daughter also.

"..." Sena peeked out her fingers. "We're together, yeah.." And once those words were out of her mouth, Polites celebrated silently. "That's amazing for you two." He praised. They all got to their house and walked in, where Polites just stood on the doorway, looking around.

The house had a few more new furniture, and a new format, but it still looked the same. Y/n walked over and held his face which he immediately softened. "What was that for?" He smirked as he pulled her closer to him.

"You just look so charming." She complemented as their face were centimeters away. "Even with the blood on me?" He smirked. "Makes you look a lot more charming than you are now.." Y/n giggled as she felt Polites squeeze her waist.

Sena was just on their couch, and quickly stood up one she saw her father's hand traveling down to her mother's backside. "We just got in the house! Please, control yourselves!" She blushed as she started walking to her room.

Y/n and Polites chuckled softly and immediately kissed each other once Sena was out of the room.

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Once Polites and Y/n were in their cleep wear, Polites laid down on the bed, opening his arms wide. "Here's my open arms, love." He raised his eye brows suggestively, and a knowing smirk on his face.

Y/n walked over and laid on his chest, his arms wrapping around her. "I'm not going to so anything unless you intiate it." Polites said softly as he kissed her forehead. Suddenly, Y/n sat up, looking down at Polites with hooded eyes. "... Well this is gonna be a fun night." Polites smiled.

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away from you.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, a touch of angst if you squint and then close your eyes entirely, unedited 🤷‍♀️ word count: 0.9k listen to 🎧: what i'm leaving for - lady antebellum note: yet another est. rel drabble because this is purely self-indulgent and i miss him very much lol

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when you hear the key turn in the lock, you're up from the couch in a blink of an eye.

a pile of jittery nerves and longing, that's what you've been reduced to.

you will yourself to wait - the most patient you think you've been in a long time - until he hauls his suitcases past the threshold, until he takes off his coat and hangs it on the hook in the entryway, until he kicks off his shoes and places them neatly next to yours, until the keys are in the bowl, until he lets out a heavy but relieved sigh before shuffling further into your shared home.

you feel like you could cry the very second your eyes land on him. it's been months since you've been in the same room as him - exactly three and a half months, because you have been counting. counting down the days until he returns, until you're back in his embrace again.

not all of the lights are turned on, but there isn't a single part of you that cares about whether or not your living room is properly lit. you launch yourself at him with a force that sends him stumbling backward until his sweater-clad torso softly lands on the wall. minho gasps - a slightly alarmed oof! - but soon relaxes when he recognizes the familiar and comforting scent of your shampoo.

he greets you with a laugh, light and relieved, like a massive weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

"hi," you sniffle, feeling his arms wrap around your body, holding you tightly against his chest. god, it's not even dramatic to admit that you've been dreaming of this.

"hi," he says, voice muffled as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his soft hair tickling your skin. "why are you still up? i told you not to wait up for me."

"it's only 1am."

"but i know you've had a long week."

"don't care."

it's true. you can't bring yourself to care about the hellish week you've had because all of those troubles seem to melt away in his presence. you wouldn't even care if his flight had landed at 5 in the morning, because you would have stayed up the whole night to wait for him anyway.

minho makes everything better for you.

"i'm all gross from the plane," he says, though he doesn't ease his hold on you at all.

"don't care."

"you missed me that much?" there's something playful in his tone as he asks you this, partly because he always wants to tease you for being down bad for him, partly because he can sense that you're about to turn into a crybaby.

you pull back just enough to look at his face, his striking features illuminated only by the dim lights. but even then, he's still stunning. beautiful, beautiful, beautiful...

you pout with teary eyes as your fingers trace his cheek, his jawline, his sharp nose that you love so much. "don't make fun of me," you say, though your voice comes out a bit wobbly. "you know i missed you so fucking much."

he chuckles fondly at your language, his big eyes glimmering like a north star, before he dips his head to finally kiss you. and it's fucking liberating, the first kiss that you've shared in months.

his lips move languidly against yours, like he's trying to savor the moment, trying to commit to memory the taste of you because these instances tend to hit him the hardest even if he doesn't always tell you that.

he absolutely hates it when he has to be away from you, but whenever he returns and gets to have you again, it always makes the love burst tenfold in him. absence makes the heart grow fonder - maybe there’s some truth in that.

he kisses you until you're both out of breath, until he has to reluctantly pull away so your lungs wouldn't burn out. "i missed you too," he mumbles, his lips brushing yours with every syllable he speaks. "missed you so much i thought i was going to die."

you laugh at the theatrics of his words, and then you cry, a single tear overflowing and rolling down your cheek, which minho quickly brushes away with his thumb. "a little dramatic," you comment.

"i was miserable. ask anyone."

you roll your eyes, feeling the slight burn behind them as you hold onto him, clutching his sweater to keep him close to you.

“you’re never allowed to leave me for that long ever again.”

with an amused eyebrow raised, minho says, “then how long am i allowed to leave you for?”

“five hours.”

“five hours? that’s not even a whole work day.”

you pretend to be in thought, then pretend to compromise. “okay, fine. eight hours.”

his eyes crinkle with mirth as he looks at you, so incredibly endeared by the adorable pout on your lips and the glassy look in your eyes, by you pawing at his chest like you never want him to leave.

he doesn’t want to leave either. he just wants to stay by your side forever.

“god, i missed you so much,” minho breathes out, then leans down to rest his forehead against yours, nudging your nose with his along the way. “i’m sorry i was away for so long.”

“you’re here now. that’s all that matters.”

he kisses you again, even softer and slower this time. he adores you so much that it feels like his heart is about to give out.

“i’m home now. i love you.”

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