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His Voice by Pina
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Deadname: Braiden Bright
Name: Galo the Space Peacock Harpy
Name Meaning: From Gaul
Nicknames: Girlfriend stealer, cheating peacock, smooth talker, ugly feathers, and purple birdy (by other male alphas)
Birthday: August 24
Cause of Death: fall off the cliff
Age: 181 (Dies at the age of 15)
Species: a hybrid of human, Harpy, Indian & Indonesian Peacock.
Race: Indian-Indonesian 🇮🇩🇮🇳 & France 🇫🇷
Gender: Male ♂
Relationship status: Single
Sexuality: Pansexual
Home World: Earth (Formley) Miracle Region (Formley)
Home: Nightfall Palace (Formley) & Peacock Shrine (Formley)
Role or Job: Peacock Alpha. God of Cosmic & Galaxy. Spa Owner. Keeper of Night Palace's Library.
Facts: Galo's death was caused by falling while protecting his little brother from a robber nearby. He is a womanizer who loves to flirt and steal his 'friend' girlfriends/crushes only if they are very beautiful and fashion-conscious. He either spends time on Earth, stays in the Palace's library to read books, or visits the spa.
Parents:
Unnamed parents
Siblings:
Unnamed little brother
Lovers:
5 unnamed girlfriends
3 unnamed ex-girlfriends.
Abilities:
Alpha Physiology
Galliform Physiology
Human Physiology
Harpy Physiology
Hybrid Physiology
Mythical Avian Physiology
Peafowl Physiology
Aerial Adaptation
Ally Empowerment
Animal Companionship
Animalistic Vocalization
Astronomy Mastery
Astrology
Atmospheric Adaptation
Avian Companionship
Bioluminescence
Claw Retraction
Companion Allegiance
Danger Intuition
Declaration Aging
Enhanced Agility
Enhanced Balance
Enhanced Endurance
Enhanced Lung Capacity
Enhanced Reflexes
Enhanced Senses
Expressive Ears
Fan Proficiency
Feather Attacks
Feather Generation
Feather Manipulation
Feather Projection
Glowing Eyes - only when the power is active or glows in the dark.
Hair Growth
Halberd Proficiency
Hollow Skeleton
Infinite Digestive System
Jian Proficiency
Kyoketsu-Shoge Proficiency
Mind Control - to control other peacocks & peafowls.
Mind Link - to control other peacocks & peafowls.
Mode Switching - Companion Form, Animal Mode, and Constellation
Object Summoning
Omnilingualism
Pointed Ears
Prehensile Feet
Prehensile Tail
Prey Instinct
Regeneration Healer Factor
Seduction Mastery
Seismic Sense
Tail Manifestation
Telescopic Vision
Throwing Knife Proficiency
Unique Eye Coloration
Unique Hair Coloration
Weapon Summoning
Zoolingualism
Zoological Mastery
Powers:
Astro-Psionics
Astrokinetic Combat
Black Hole Creation
Black Hole Manipulation
Constellation Creation
Cosmic Accumulation
Cosmic Artillery
Cosmic Attacks
Cosmic Aura
Cosmic Awareness
Cosmic Concentration
Cosmic Constructs
Cosmic Conversion
Cosmic Creation
Cosmic Defense
Cosmic Deformation
Cosmic Destruction
Cosmic Earth Manipulation
Cosmic Element Manipulation
Cosmic Empowerment
Cosmic Energy Absorption
Cosmic Energy Manipulation
Cosmic Fire Manipulation
Cosmic Generation
Cosmic Immunity
Cosmic Manipulation
Cosmic Medium Manipulation
Cosmic Pressure
Cosmic Projection
Cosmic Radiation Generation
Cosmic Solidification
Cosmic Storm
Cosmic Telekinesis
Cosmic Warping
Cosmic Water Manipulation
Cosmic Weaponry
Cosmic Weather Manipulation
Cosmic Wind Manipulation
Cosmic-Electric Manipulation
Cosmological Force Manipulation
Esoteric Cosmic Manipulation
Galactic Energy Manipulation
Galaxy Attacks
Galaxy Creation
Galaxy Destruction
Galaxy Manipulation
Gyrokinetic Combat
Heliokinetic Combat
Infernal Manipulation
Interstellar Travel
Levitation
Lunakinetic Combat
Lunar Energy Manipulation
Lunar Manipulation
Magic Books - contain Spells, history of Gods & Goddesses, Star Constellation,
Magic Portal Creation
Magical Telekinesis
Meteor Summoning
Moon Creation
Moon Destruction
Nebula Manipulation
Nucleokinetic Combat
Planet Creation
Planetary System Creation
Planetary System Destruction
Planetary System Manipulation
Plant Destruction
Platform Creation
Solar Energy Manipulation
Solar Generation
Solar Manipulation
Space Energy Manipulation
Space Wind Defiance
Star Creation
Star Destruction
Stellar Energy Manipulation
Stellar Generation
Stellar Manipulation
Stellar Manipulation
Stellar Pillar Projection
Void Manipulation
White Hole Creation
White Hole Manipulation
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PILLOW TALK ⎯ f.toji x reader
SYNOPSIS ⎯ You and Toji have been friends with benefits for months.But your find yourself breaking the very first rule that Toji had set. Beneath the surface of laughter and stolen kisses, a storm of unspoken emotions brews. You have to leave this fragile arrangement...to save yourself from getting hurt from the one sided longing (or so you thought.)
GENRE: angst to fluff!
INFO: fem reader!, a lone '.' indicates a short timeskip!, Non jujutsu au!, Megumi doesn't exist yet (sorry 'gumi!)
WARNINGS: fwb dynamics, situationship, brief mentions of Getou x reader, Gojo being a boy bsf, reader is a university student living alone, age-gap, mentions of seggs (obv but nothing happens cause we holy here.). reader feels guilty, a lot of flashback between the lines, screaming, toji being emotionally constipated, so many metaphors, "Cause I love you!" angry confession.
WC: 3k+ (get comfy lol)
Your breaths come in short, hallow gasps, that familiar ache settling in your lower body as you sigh, looking at Toji who rolls down to the space next to you. Both of your breaths fogging the nipping cold.
Seconds turn to minutes, the air in the room thick with the smell of sweat and pleasure. Your frayed breaths soon return to normal, your eyes start drooping in exhaustion.
“Toji..” you mumble turning to face him. He’s lying on the bed with his hand behinds his head.
“Hm? he hums, his gravely voice knocking on the ventricles of your heart.
You don’t reply, just silently stare at his the chisel of his face, the arch of his nose, the thin lines of his lips and the scar that adorns the surface.
“What’s up?” His voice interjects your train of thoughts. He tilts his head over to look at you.
Your eyes feel heavy. Limbs are cold and his heat⏤is a magnet. "Cold." you whisper out, your fingers mindlessly pressing on the pads of his larger, thicker digits.
His onyx eyes are fixed on you. Not a twitch on his face when you play with his fingers. Toji sits up for second. Grabbing the hem of blanket that rests on both of your waists and draws it up until your shoulders, before lying down.
You could only faintly make out his expression from the nightlight. His eyes softening a sliver. But it’s gone before you can comprehend it. Makes you wonder if it ever existed at all or if it was your weary, exhausted and post dopamine rush brain playing tricks.
“You’re starin’ a lot today.” He smirks, an uncouth remark of 'did I do you so good?' Or 'I know I’m hot' just sitting on his lips, but he decides against saying it.
"Sorry." You mumble. The apology cascades down your lips so easily you wonder if it was truly for the staring or something more.
Toji nods slowly, deciding against saying anything, but flinches when your fingers brush against his forearm. He doesn't shift away repulsuvely (to your surprise).
Lays still, starting at the ceiling while your hand is just barely resting on hand⏤ for the faintest human contact. And before you know it, the exhaustion of all the physical exertion tonight, lulls you into sleep quickly.
Toji stays awake for a little longer, shifting to his side as he silently observes you. The way your lips are parted a little, hair tussled from before. He reaches to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear, before he catches himself midway. His eyebrows furrow and he stares at his own hand at the strange instinct that had bubbled in him.
He gulps deeply as he stares at your sleeping self for a couple of seconds longer before he sits up, wearing his clothes that were tossed onto the floor. He stands still in the centre of your room, taking a deep breath, pushing his hair back. He looks back at you and leaves, closing the door behind him, slowly but making sure its locked.
Toji sighs and takes his phone out of his pocket, walking into the street, his dms flooded with messages of girls.
He frowns and closes his phone again, not bothering to read them. Until recently Toji would have replied to most of them...nowadays he doesn't find the energy or the will to do it.
"How did my life get so monotonous?" he says to himself as he walks home. He wonders what happened that he so fixated upon one girl. he says its monotonous, but oddly he's not complaining.
"Must be the age catchin' up." He thinks. His face and body are intact to the wind of aging, everything the same as it was a few years ago except the few greying hair on his head. Not that he minds, its bound to happen one day.
Toji closes the door of his house behind him as he flops down on the couch. Its cold. He wonders when he got used to the warmth of your bed. Its dangerous for him. He has to end this before it gets out of hand. He won't go to your apartment again he decided.
.
The night drowned and the day arose, the sound of your 3 consecutive alarms rang loudly in the studio apartment.
Reaching out your hand instinctively to the other side before a shiver ripples through you at the cold mattress brushing against your skin. Ah, he left again.
Getting up you decide to finish your chores, getting ready for university.
There's a faint emptiness that lingers in your chest throughout the day. The time ticks and hours continue to spend. Its uncomfortable and yet you are unable to point out where it is coming from.
"What's wrong?" A voice interjects. You look over to Gojo, sitting on the desk behind you as the professor continues in the background.
"What do you mean?" You hum mindlessly.
"Don't hit me with that bs, this is the 8th time you have sighed in the past two minutes." He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. You don't reply.
"Toji left you high and dry last night?" he snickers and you pass him a sharp look.
You and Toji first met up through Gojo on New year's eve. And it was impossible not to be drawn in by Toji's aura : scalding fire in a desolate winter. And you were moth, a moth to the flame.
"Oh so it is about Toji." He whistles lowly, looking around before he leans in. "What happened?"
You sigh. How are you supposed to explain it to him when you yourself don't know what you are feeling. Its just a sickly feeling that is leaving you so confused.
"Dunno." You whisper out and he crooks his eyebrows, wanting you to elaborate. You look at him, "Its complicated."
"Hell yeah it is," he scoffs, "I told you not to get involved with him."
“I know, Satoru.” You huff in annoyance. You did not want him to chastise you further with his words.
“But what exactly is the problem?” He ushers.
"I- don't know how to explain it, but I feel empty? I hate when it ends like I know he put on the rules and stuff about how no cuddling, no kissing...but its feeling meaningless. Its supposed to be no strings attached but now there's a ball of yarn." You groan, burying your face in your hands.
Gojo's eyebrows furrow for a second before he looks at you. "Get out of it."
"What?"
"Get rid of this dynamic before its too late." He murmurs.
"Why?"
"Y/N." He says incredulously. "You are catching feelings."
Catching feelings? Entirely impossible. There is no way you were catching feelings for Toji. There was no way you yearning for an embrace post coitus, or wanting him to tenderly caress you, to want a kiss actually meant you were catching feelings, right?
... shit
"Shit, Satoru..." you gape, slapping a hand to your mouth as your heart beat sped up. What you thought were feelings like empathy and just care, were much deeper⏤ Satoru helped you have this epiphany.
Gojo's eyes soften before he sighs, "Move on. You should go on some dates, that would help you actually get a view how many better guys are there." He pauses, "You should go on a date with Suguru."
"Suguru?" You ask quizzically. The guy was in the pol.sci major of your university⏤ him and Satoru go way back, best friends forever.
"He always seems interested in you, I can set you guys up, I’ll give him your number.” He says and you nod, almost defeatedly.
The lecture soon gets over. You pack your things and leave the campus, but your mind is adrift down the memory lane.
The first time you and Toji hooked up is a vivid memory. It was a summer night, sometime in Feb. Gojo had invited you over to his house for a party. The music was loud, the liquor pounding in your ears, your body swaying to the beats.
And his eyes.
His eyes, oh my god, they embraced you- undressed you. They called to you and you couldn't resist like Orpheus couldn't help but look at Eurydice. And before you knew you it, the two of you had ended up behind closed doors.
The way his hands burned upon your flesh, that smirk that gutted you inside out and the butterflies that erupted when he said in his hoary voice, hovering over you. “This isn’t going to be a one time thing sweetheart.” He had whispered, “But let’s set rules for this time and all the fun times to come:”
He had said and you had whined at how he started talking leaving you half naked at which he had obnoxiously laughed.
“Rule 1: no falling in love.” He murmured, the cicatrix decorating the corner of his lip, raising slightly when he spoke the words you have now come to dread.
How did it come to this, you wonder. How did you end up catching feelings for a man so brutish in his ways, so twisted in his deeds?
It must be because of how he restraints himself every time...no it must be cause of the little convos you have when you are all wound up. If you try to remember there were so many days affection and warmth for him had erupted from you.
The day he told you the story behind his scars. The way your heart cracked at the fogginess in his eyes, the coldness in his words. And before you knew it, your fingers were tracing them. He had looked at your finger, unblinking, unflinching, almost leaning into your touch before a smile graced his face that had you flushing red.
The day you somehow broke into tears in his arms after a bad day at college. How mortified you had felt when fat tears rolled down your cheeks. How he suddenly froze, asking what was wrong, the way his eyebrows had slight furrowed, worried that he had somehow hurt you. Before you shook your head and apologised, spilling everything out. Toji had sighed, his eyes softened before his hand reluctantly moved to pat your head
There were too many such incidences that you could go on listing, but it only made you realise that you had sunk a little too deep in this quicksand
You sigh closing the door of your apartment leaning against the wooden contraption.
Ping!
You sigh and check the notification on your phone
(Unknown)
Hey Y/N, this is Suguru. Satoru gave me your number.
Are you free this Sunday? I was thinking do you wanna hangout? There's a really good restraunt that just opened in the city.
You bite your lip, knowing that leavin him on seen would be so goddamn rude, but you don't know what do...
(You)
Hey Suguru! Sounds good, give me a little time to think about it.
(Suguru)
No problem, I'll be waiting
You feel terrible, like a sick twisted woman who is playing with both Suguru and Toji and at the same time. You keep a hand over your mouth, sucking in sharp breaths to let go of the nauseating feeling.
"What am I even doing?" You laugh unhumourosly to yourself.
What do you want? You don't know what you want. Do you want a man like Toji⏤ to be irrevocably in love with you? To cherish you? A man⏤god you don't even specifically know what he does for a living, whatever it is, its not good.
His knuckles are often battered, body bruised like it suffered an impact. You had asked him before and he had said something along the lines of "A man's got to make money doll, sometimes even through dangerous work."
Do you want someone like that to love you?
No. (yes)
A soft cry leaves your mouth as you grip the flower vase next on the table, 'in a crazed female hysteria' as the books say, smashing it against the wall before it shatters into pieces, and so does a little skin of your palm.
You wince and decide to shake it off, returning to the more important work. Your uninjured hand reaches to your phone once again. Someone wise had once said, "Sometimes holding on hurts more than letting go." And what are you holding onto? Some delusions in your mind that are bound to pain you when Toji gets bored?
(You)
Come over?
(Toji)
I'm on my way
.
Toji had learned too much about you within this little span of a few months, your likes, dislikes...your body's likes and dislikes. Your tone, mood, expressions; he had observed enough to know your state of mind despite how paradoxical you can be. He knew something was wrong.
It made his stomach churn at the thought of you in discomfort. Despite how much ever he tried to deny it, you had softened him around his edges.
And despite how he had told himself otherwise, he was back in your apartment once again.
It awkward. The way he is just standing there, taking in the mood before actually doing anything. His eyes are searching yours for a signal.
What is he supposed to do? Should he just latch himself onto you wordlessly like he used to? Thats animalistic. He is not an animal.
You take a deep breath, just staring into his onyx eyes, surprised at how he is being considerate? Perhaps he all along was, you just failed to notice before.
You wordlessly walk close to him, standing in front of the behemoth man. His eyes mover to your wrist that you are clutching. Its bandaged. He looks up and sees your bottom lip trembling and his face just drops.
His hand movs to grip your wrist and he looks at you with those fricking murderous eyes. "What the hell happened?" He asks and the sudden depth of his voice startles you.
You try to free your wrist from his grasp but its too tight. "Nothing- nothing happened I just cut myself by mistake, I swear." You say and his stiff shoulders soften before he nods and lowers your hand, still holding it.
You take a shaky breath, looking at your hand and then back into his eyes. He is not helping. Acting all concerned like he wants to hurt you. Like he enjoys playing with your heart
"I am going on a date with Getou." You drop the bomb and his eyebrows furrow, grip on your hand slipping out before he nods softly, wordlessly.
You're growing annoyed at his lack of reaction. But maybe it doesn;t effect him like you want it to. It makes you all more mad. "Say something. Toji"
"What am I supposed to say?" He says out, his voice wavering so slightly that you don't notice it, but inside he feels as if someone kept a boulder on his chest. Toji was old enough to know what this was, he didn't need to be denial because he had learned that care—not the fleeting kind that you think you vibe with a person— but the kind that your hearts beat in synchrony, the painful kind.
You take a shaky breath and chuckle a bitter laugh leaving your throat, "What are we Toji?"
And Toji swears he feels like the scummiest man on earth wehn he sees those fat tears brimming in your eyes.
And he knows he's going to hurt you if he says it out loud so instead he opts for saving both of you from the hurt.
"Fooling around, we’re fooling around, that’s all. That’s what we’ve been doing all along, right?" He says but its not convincing.
"Bullshit." You scoff. "Then why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like...its something more than these stupid rules in this stupid mess we've gotten ourselves in." You shout out and Toji's jaw clenches.
"Fuck, what do you want me to do?" He grits out and you freeze for a second. He sees your reaction and his jaw unclenches, tone a lot softer, "You want me address this and make it worse? You want me ruin your life, baby, I can do that. I can do that well enough that why I set those rules. I set them for my sake and now I am keeping them up for your sake."
You grab the collar of his shirt, "Why are you caring?! If you want to kiss me, kiss me! Why do you care if I get hurt!"
"Cause I love you!" He shouts, his voice echoing in your apartment. "And I don't want you to get hurt. I know I have dug my grave, I don't know where it went wrong, alright? I cannot be bound to a thing, a place heck even a person and somehow, here I am, so weak for someone, its going to get me killed."
"Toji..." you whimper out, your voice cracking, you are killing him.
"You can't fix me, Y/N. I am going to hurt you and myself." He whisper and before you know it, his thumb is tracing your jaw so tenderly you feeling like its a dream.
"I don't want to fix you." You mumble out, leaning against his hand, "You are a good person Toji, deep beneath all that, I don't need to fix you, if I needed to, you wouldn't be right here."
Toji breaths out deeply, leaning his neck down to place his forehead against yours, "You make me wanna be a better man." He whispers, pressing his lips against yours.
.
Getou wakes up at 2 to his phone ringing. Without checking the caller he picks up the phone irritated at who disturbed his sleep.
"Hello?" he mumbles out sleepily.
"Forget about her." Says Toji's voice that makes him flinch. He checks the caller Id ihis eyes widening when he sees the name 'Y/n' on his phone...looks like Satoru clearly forgot some details.
- FANFICTIONS
A/N: My longest fic yet, phew. Guys I spent so long on this, please show some love?
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