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Thus concludes the summer chapter, just in time for midwinter and christmas!
Fun to spot people from Oulu in the comments! That is indeed the town I'm using as a reference for Ponsi. My night of arts usually ends at Tähtitornin kahvila around midnight, but decided to end this one in Åströminpuisto instead, a nod for many happy memories there.
Night of Arts has always been intertwined with Plant a little bit. An exciting summer evening, a feeble time between two seasons. Biking back home at night you can feel the change in the wind. Back when the story still existed as a rotating au in my mind, there was one specific song I heard once a year in night of arts that reminded me of the story. It finally got a proper online upload a couple of years ago and I was able to learn the words! Great moment for me (and my workmate that I forced to help me listen to the hard bits, I have poor hearing comprehension).
Here's to new year and better futures!
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Chapter 22 What never was
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Chapter 22 of Sugar
A/N- Jealous Choso?
Warning- Swearing, angst, FLUFF, mentions of death, spoilers, violence, SLOW BURN, Naoya, heavy pining, long chapter
Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader
Takes place during- Chapters 140-144 of the Manga
(Let me know if you want to be tagged)
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“Who was that guy with the buns? Is that the guy you keep talking to Tsukumo about?”
Why is Miguel trying to gossip to you like you’re best friends trying to catch up after weeks of being apart? Like if there isn’t an obvious thick tension trapped between you.
Then again it is one-sided considering he and Larue think they did right by hiding Noritoshi Kamo’s existence. They think having the entire family betray you is a problem you can all sweep under the rug. But it isn’t.
“What do you want Miguel?” You break the lighthearted atmosphere he tries to build once you’re away from the tunnel. “And don’t be a smart ass, you know what I’m referring to. So what do you want with me?”
“Larue says you’re screening his calls and leaving his messages on read,” Miguel gets straight to the point.
“I have every reason to,” you mumble coldly. “The only reason I’m talking to you is because you’re involved in this plan.”
Miguel’s eyes bore into you but you don’t bother to look in his general direction.
“Nanako and Mimiko’s—”
“Don’t bring them into this,” you cut him off sharply. “Don’t talk about my daughters to excuse you’re lying and betrayal.”
“We’re family,” he argues and those simple words are like being slapped in the face.
“Yes!” You exclaim. “We were and you all still chose to lie to me!” You stop walking in the middle of the street and turn to face him with your gaze narrowed to a piercing glare. “You kept the existence of Noritoshi a secret for months because of what?” You spat and throw your hands in the air. “You didn't want to cause me more grief?!”
“Because we were looking out for you,” he argues calmly because that’s the legitimate truth for him and Larue. “Because too much happened after Geto’s death. It was the right thing to keep you from spiraling.”
You feign a laugh and shake your head in disbelief. “The right thing?” You repeat quietly. “Everyone thinks they’re doing the right thing for me,” you cry out louder and stare into his eyes with angry tears in your eyes.
You didn’t want to look like you wanted to cry, but your face was already twisted into a scowl, you couldn’t show how fast the blood was pumping in your veins, so this is the only other way you express how frustrated you are.
“My parents, my brother, you and Larue. And you never truly take me into account. The person you’re trying to help,” you continue and step closer to him to make yourself clear. “You were supposed to tell me! If not right away then when the twins got involved. We’re family.”
“And you were supposed to cremate Geto’s body,” he counters right back with just as much fire that makes you gasp and step back in disbelief.
“That’s what we're supposed to do,” Miguel supports his argument. “It’s what he would've done for you. That was your responsibility.”
You continue to watch him with disbelief, but this time you feel your heartbreak at the sound of his cruel words. You want to answer with a cold shoulder and storm off without saying a word, but how dare he bring up Suguru in this argument that was initially about their inability to tell you about the ancient sorcerer in Suguru’s body?
“I knew him for 12 years,” you manage to argue against him even if it drains so much strength to do it. “And I loved him for 11 of those years. He meant so much to me, he was the father of my girls and my greatest friend, I couldn’t even go home that day, so you don’t get to throw that at my face. It was your responsibility to tell me though, but you didn’t, you lied for months.”
Miguel parts his lips but he’s at a loss for words, which is an odd thing coming from him because he always has something to say.
It’s not until a few minutes pass that he breaks the deafening silence that had casted over you. “It’s not going to change anything. What happened, happened, we can’t take it back even if we wanted to.”
You nod and whisper shakily. “I know and I don’t care. You lied, now all these problems exist.”
You didn’t want to be mad about that, you weren’t, but you’ve had time to think, you thought especially hard after Yuki shared this plan with you, and no matter how much you want to go around it, you can’t escape the fact that everything could’ve been different if they simply told you from the beginning. Now your brother is gone, Nanami is dead along with the twins, and the sorcerer society as you know it is in shambles.
“So what?” Miguel retorts. “We’re going to stop being a family because of it?”
You shake your head without thinking because you know this answer. “No. Larue, and you, even Manami and Toshihisa will always be family,” you say from the bottom of your heart. “I will never tell Satori otherwise either. I just can’t look at either one of you and move on just like that. I can’t pretend that I’m not mad because I am. It meant something to me. I am sorry I couldn't do my part…perhaps it’s all my fault, but don’t expect me to forgive you right now. Don’t ask me to. Please.”
You wipe off the stray tears that managed to break out and drop all the anger from your face to show your sincerity and your love for him and the family you share.
“I love every single one of you. You can tell Larue that. You can come visit Satori, just give me some time.”
Miguel scoffs and doesn’t hold back. “And you can forgive Satoru Gojo for killing Geto just like that?”
You freeze as if you were splashed with ice-cold water. You knew the answer to this question, you’ve discussed it with Choso recently, yet hearing Miguel say those words completely spins you out of the axis you stood so proud on. It leaves you speechless even if you already had known your answer. Yet after a few minutes, all you can do is turn away and bring up your excuse to leave. “Okkotsu should have already driven Itadori away, I’m going to check on them.”
Before you can make it far Miguel yells out, “don’t kill the boy. He’s one of the good ones!”
Why does everyone think you’re going to kill Yuta Okkotsu? Why don’t they believe you’re okay relishing in your hate?
Most importantly, why did Miguel's bold remark make you doubt yourself? You’ve always known that Satoru leaving you behind and betraying you 11 years ago hurt more than him killing Suguru, so why are you picking on it now?
Has that blame always been inside you? Like a wound just bandaged over to be pushed aside. Or has Miguel picked at the scab?
No, it can’t be that way. You know your feelings, you don’t blame Satoru for the way things ended. It had to be done…he had to take Suguru away from you…
No! You can’t think that way now! No.
Just breathe. Breathe, and focus on the matters at hand; Itadori and Choso.
Yes, just focus on them and getting this plan to move forward.
Deep breath and shake it off.
Neverthefuckingless, once you return to the entrance of the tunnel, you come across an unexpected problem fighting Choso. Fucking Naoya Zen’in!
What a damn headache! This is not what you needed!
But you’ll handle it even though by the looks of all the blood on the ground, and the blood-shaped wings behind Choso as he faces Naoya, it seems he’s pretty much handled Naoya. Which isn’t surprising. Naoya is strong but not stronger than Choso.
Still, you’ll cut in for the fun of it.
“As I live and breathe. Well if isn't you,” your voice travels throughout the tunnel, making both men look away from each other to find you at the end of the tunnel. “Naoya Zen’in,” you reveal to Choso.
Said man’s shoulders untense and his hardened face falls to a cocky look. “Well, well aren't you a sight for sore eyes,” Naoya greets you with a smug smirk as if it isn’t obvious that Choso has cornered.
“I am,” you quip. “Are you playing nice with my friend, Naoya?”
“Oh, this nobody is your friend,” he points his thumb at Choso, and your gaze flickers on a quick glare before you hide it and use charm against Naoya, considering he thinks you’re secretly infatuated with him.
“Choso is my friend.”
Naoya scoffs in disgust and looks back at Choso so you quickly pull his attention back to you. “How long has it been?” You muster a feigned sweet smile.
“Too long,” he retorts and tilts his head. “And you look like you haven’t aged. It’s a defining quality.”
You keep your smile attached even if inside you’re revolting.
“Hm, thank you,” you know how to play along with him to make him think he has the upper hand. It’s easy to gain the upper hand with men as egotistical as him.
“Now,” you continue in a sweet voice. “Why don’t you tell me what you’re doing here, Naoya? You’re far from home.”
Naoya shrugs. “Business.”
You playfully narrow your eyes and reach in your pocket to pull the Worm out. “Oh? Let me guess, are you here after Yuji Itadori?” You ask as you drape the Worm around your shoulders, letting him see that you’re preparing for a fight if need be.
“No. Why? Should I be scared of you?”
You feign a laugh. “Would you?”
Naoya flashes you a flirty smirk. “Never.”
You tug wider on that smile and notice Choso’s discontent with the way this conversation is developing as you slowly begin to strut toward him and Naoya.
“I’m here on family business and personal agenda,” Naoya shares, completely underestimating you. “Why are you with scum, y/n?”
You try hard not to drop your smile or clench your fists even if his comments about your company are really bothering you.
“Is it because of your dead husband?” He dares to say, causing you to fail in your attempts to keep on a smile. “You must be lonely and in need to be reminded what it feels like to be a woman.”
“Tsk,” Choso remarks in annoyance and steps forward to retaliate in your defense, which is sweet, but you can’t jump Naoya just yet, so you quickly snap your gaze to Choso and shoot him a warning looking so he can stay where he is.
Luckily, he understands you and just burns holes through Naoya’s head.
“We could finally commit to what our family wanted us to do,” Naoya blabbers on, making you gag internally.
“Oh, but there’s my daughter now,” you bring up to hopefully make him shut up.
Yet you expected too much because keeps on talking. “A daughter? Well, that can be taken care of.”
And what does he mean by that?
“She’s no use really, she’s a girl. I’ll give you boys,” he says bluntly, making Choso fists his hands even harder, and for your patience to come to an end.
Naoya crossed a line talking about Satori like that, so when you walk past him and Choso you turn on your heels and grin at him while you walk back to be across from Choso.
“Naoya I owe you my sympathy, I heard your father died,” you feign sympathy as you change the subject. “Tough. But that does mean I also owe you a congratulations, you’re clan leader now—wait,” you come to a halt and begin to tug on a genuine smirk. “Never mind, you were replaced by a 16-year-old boy who didn’t even grow up at your family house.” You chuckle, and his once cocky smirk falls to a scowl. “How pathetic.”
“You know,” he scoffs. “You really haven’t lost that sharp tongue have you, bitch? How about I take care of that for you?”
“Watch your mouth,” Choso snarls.
You lift a hand and assure Choso. “It’s okay, Choso, a real man doesn't fear strong women.”
Naoya scoffs. “I'm not scared of you,” he spats and watches you come to a stop.
“It’s okay,” you speak in a smooth and silky voice. “I can tuck you in after I'm done, I bet you’ll like that.” You giggle, and Naoya clenches his fist and breaks into a menacing stride towards you.
You don’t move though, you pass Choso a quick determined look that means it's okay to act now. And he mirrors it right away to tell you he understands.
So when Naoya is a few steps closer you drift your gaze back to him and ball your hand to a fist to raise it in front of you to show off the fire licking your veins and flesh.
“This is why Geto died,” he remarks. “And why your parents beat you 11 years ago. You don’t know how to behave like a real woman.”
You drop your arm and the smugness you held on your face to pretend to be wounded by his words. Which in turn makes him falter and slow down, but begin to grow smug.
When he gets close enough you slide your eyes up and speak in a fake quivering voice. “Thank you.”
You begin to smirk maliciously and Naoya’s eyebrows twitch in confusion. He parts his lips to probe, but before he can poison this tunnel with more of his whiny voice, you spring your arm up and swing the back of your hand across his face with enough strength that sends him flying back towards Choso.
“So annoying,” you groan as if you were held to secrecy.
And just before Naoya can crash into Choso, or he can find his balance, Choso claps his hands together and shoots piercing blood.
Naoya tries to dodge, but the blood-made arrow is faster and it scrapes his side, making him stumble. Before he can counter, you fist your hand once again, but this time you snap your arm down to slam your fist through the ground, causing cracks to grow from the spot you hit and rapidly spread toward Naoya looking almost like vines.
Once they reach him the cracks then surround him and the ground begins to rumble. Choso steps back, and Naoya snaps his head back at you, but in that moment water begins to shoot out through the cracks before it explodes out and sends Naoya up to hit the cement ceiling.
Before he can react and run forward, Choso and you act; he runs forward and jumps up, making you give him a boost by manipulating the air. Once he’s under Naoya, Choso reaches over and slaps his big hand around Naoya’s throat to slam him to the ground when gravity pulls them down.
However, Naoya isn’t put out. Even if was just rammed with multiple attacks he throws Choso a harsh swing. But Choso averts it and steps back, causing Naoya to get on his knees and push himself back to his feet with his fists clenched ready to fight.
Thus you gather the water you used to attack him and have it shaped into a giant orb behind you.
“If you’re really so tough, Gojo, then actually fight me and don’t cower!”
All right you’ll bite.
“Fine,” you give in and drop the water.
At the sound of the water splashing on the ground, Choso looks back at you in confusion, while you answer Naoya by striding over with your fists clenched.
Before you can get close enough to him though, he lunges over and swings his fist. You manage to quickly swerve and instead counter by manipulating the water and having it fly over to give him an uppercut.
Naoya quickly recovers and groans at you before swinging his leg, making you smug as you gracefully swing your fist to shoot a blast of wind right on his torso.
“Fight me,” he grimaces.
What does he think you’re doing?
Just for that you drag your foot back and summon air to surround your foot before you swing your leg and kick Naoya in the throat with the gust of air, managing to knock all the air out of his lungs and throw him several feet across the tunnel.
All without letting him land a punch. But that’s also because Choso already weakened him.
“Stop playing around!” He yells at you. “Stop using your tricks.”
You slowly turn to face him and see him slowly pushing himself to his feet. You don’t proceed to say anything, you simply smirk at him and then throw your fist out and hastily shoot Fire-Snake out from your fist to ram it into him.
When Naoya falls back to the ground, the fire snake slithers around him to capture his body in place, making the part of clothes it’s touching to begin burning away and peppering Naoya’s flesh with burning kisses that make him squirm and groan and make your smirk deepen.
Alas, before it can deal any great damage to the outside of Naoya’s body, the fire snake opens its fire-made jaw and sinks its teeth into his neck to spread its furious venom through his icy veins before it turns to ash.
“You might want to get healed,” you advise Naoya as you slowly stride towards him. “Once bitten by fire-snake the fire travels through your veins and hits your core to begin burning away all your cursed energy.”
You fall beside Choso, and rest your hands on your hips to look down at Naoya with a shit-eating smirk.
“How dare you—”
“I'm not done yet,” you cut him off. “And since you’re human too it begins to slowly boil your blood.” You laugh and tilt your head to add one more thing. “Oh, and that’s not even counting the poison from Choso’s blood, so you better find someone fast.”
“You little whore,” he grimaces.
“I told you to watch your mouth,” Choso snaps back in a low threatening voice that makes goosebumps grow on your arms and causes your heart to swoon. Him kicking Naoya’s jaw and stepping on his hand doesn’t help whatsoever, it only works to excite you and steal your breath away.
“Sorry,” Choso adds to Naoya, making you blink in confusion—“But you didn’t love your brothers,” he continues. “And I can’t understand that.”
This is probably about something they talked about before you got here. Which! You wish you could’ve been here before to fight Naoya from the beginning. He was already like, half beaten by the time you got here!
He would’ve been more of a pain in the ass, but it would’ve been fun fighting longer with Choso against Naoya.
Regardless though, suddenly, in the silence of the tunnel, the hairs on the back of your neck rise as a menacing presence approaches Choso and you. One far more intimidating than Satoru’s, one that you quickly identify to be Yuta Okkotsu.
He’s finally done with the plan, but you can’t drop the act yet. You can’t tell Choso a thing even if he puts his arm out to shield you from the presence, clueless to the fact that Okkotsu is working with you. You have to look just as shocked as him so as to not give your plan away to Naoya who is still conscious.
“Choso,” you try to assure him that everything will all be okay regardless of the overwhelming presence that’s fallen over you, and regardless of what he’s about to see.
Albeit Choso doesn’t focus on you, he looks back, and when you follow his line of gaze Okkotsu is already over you with an unconscious Itadori.
“What—“ Choso gasps, but, he doesn’t finish what he’s going to say because with one swing Okkotsu knocks him out, making you quickly catch him in your arms before he can hit the floor.
It’s not the way you would’ve wanted it to play out, but Choso would’ve freaked out seeing Okkotsu dragging his unconscious brother, so to avoid any unnecessary fights perhaps it is better to knock Choso unconscious too. When he wakes up you’ll tell him what’s going on if Itadori hasn’t woken up by then.
“Looks like you’re hurt Naoya,” Okkotsu interjects as he walks past you.
You peer back after you throw Choso over your shoulder and pull your phone out to capture a picture of Naoya as he writhes in pain.
And to your surprise, he actually manages to see you and hisses as he reaches over, but he’s too weak by all the poisons so he looks more like a trembling kitten swinging its paw.
“I’ll send this to your brothers and say the beauty of the Gojo clan took down the great Naoya,” you tease and snicker.
And since he can’t answer, you shoot him a wink and walk off without waiting for Okkotsu, to avoid an awkward walk side by side.
“Shall I heal you?” Okkotsu’s offer travels down. “My reverse cursed technique can heal people. In return please inform your superiors of Itadori’s death.”
You bet Shoko that Itadori’s “death” will only be believable for about three weeks, she says shorter than that. With everything Noritoshi has planned though maybe even sooner than either of you predict.
With Okkotsu here, the higher-ups will probably leave Itadori alone though. Hopefully.
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*LATER*
It hasn’t been long since you left the tunnel, but it feels eternal considering it’s just Okkotsu and you waiting for Itadori and Choso to wake up.
“Oh,” Okkotsu startles you. “I forgot to mention Fushiguro should be here soon,” he lets you know.
Now it feels even more awkward than when you were silent! You could choose not to answer, but the atmosphere is already tense, and that would just worsen the situation, so to avoid any more strain you give him a small acknowledgment.
“Okay.”
You don’t even look over at him though, you slide your eyes to unconscious Choso right by your feet, and continue trying to avoid giving Okkotsu too much thought because once you start you spiral and grow angry. So to avoid any problems or more tension, you just focus on Choso and hope he somehow hears your desperate plea and wakes up to keep you company while Itadori is still passed out.
Albeit he does look very calm this way too. You’ve never seen him sleep, every time he watches a movie with you when neither of you can sleep, he always stays up for the entire movie, you’re the culprit who passes out sometimes. So seeing his pale face be basked by the campfire you turned on, and his delicate features resting ever so calmly you can’t help but feel kind of captivated and tempted; you want to trace the black mark over his nose with your finger with the softest touch.
Is it creepy to think about?
Yes, plus you really need to stop thinking about him in any kind of romantic way. You already agreed that nothing shall be touched about your feelings for him, and his for you. You’ll just have to suffer and stay friends.
So you look away and instead, just go on your phone and mindlessly scroll through your social media.
A few minutes then pass and from the corner of your eyes, you see Choso suddenly rise as if he was part of the undead.
“Yuji,” he quickly calls out with panic.
You put your phone away and get off the piece of rubble you were sitting on to reach him. “Choso,” you call out so he can drift his attention over to you, but his eyes fall on Itadori still passed out, and then quickly find Okkotsu, letting you see the gears in his mind churning to think the worst.
“Yuji,” he exclaims with a mix of anger and fear.
“Choso!” You exclaim and lunge forward to grab his arm and pull him back to the ground as he is getting up to attack Okkotsu. “Choso! Choso, calm down It’s okay.”
His eyes just briefly look at you, but they quickly return to his brother's body on the ground stained with blood. “How do you want me to calm down when—”
“Choso!” You cut him off and throw your hands on his jaw to try and distract him. “Choso look at me. Look at me.”
Choso’s eyes slowly drift over and you gently tighten your hold on his jaw.
“He’s okay,” you assure him and hold his gaze with a soft look that makes him blink repeatedly and leave his lips parted instead of continuing to argue, almost as if he was captivated in the moment—“He’s alive and Okkotsu is on his side,” you assure him.
Choso’s pants slowly calm down to soft breathing and his furrowed eyebrows ease as his face relaxes.
“Feel it,” you tell him and slide one hand off his jaw to press your palm over his heart. “You’d feel it if he was dead. He’s okay. Feel it.”
Choso continues to hold your gaze as if he were finding his confirmation for Itadori’s status in your eyes.
“He’s okay,” you tell him one more time before you pull your hands away and slowly sit back in your previous spot.
Choso snaps his head back to his brother and pushes himself up.
“It was a plan,” you finally let him know. “Okkotsu needed to kill him so the other high-ups could believe it and leave him alone for a while, there was no other way. I am sorry I couldn’t tell you, I was ordered not to. I’m sorry.”
Choso swallows thickly and watches Itadori for a moment, assuring himself that his brother is breathing.
“His wounds are healed,” Okkotsu cuts in to try and ease Choso’s concern. “I made sure of it. Sorry for hitting you too by the way.”
Choso’s head snaps up to drop his eyes on Okkotsu and stare into him for a tense second before he offers him a stiff nod and walks back to sit next to you on the piece of rubble.
“I’m sorry,” you tell him again so he can hear it.
Choso looks at you and doesn’t look upset, he looks as usual, nonchalant. “It was your mission?” He asks.
You sigh and nod. “Yeah. I wanted to tell you, but I was ordered to keep it a secret. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, it was your job,” he assures you, making your lips pull to a sweet and grateful smile. “Was that Zen’in guy a part of it too?”
You snort and shake your head. “No, he was a surprise. I didn’t expect to see him here, but it worked out you got to see how he is.”
Choso scoffs in amusement.
“That’s the guy you went, “tsk,” too, when I told you what my life would be like if I married him. You see now why I would’ve ended my life?” You tease him lightheartedly as you lean close to him even if he was already so close to you. “Unless you wanted me to be a miserable wife,” you exaggerate. “Which would hurt because I thought we were friends.”
Choso rolls his eyes and a small amused smile crawls on his face. “He’s…an annoying asshole.”
You snort. “You said it.”
“Still I don't know why you let him talk to you the way he did, and why you didn’t let me put him in his place. He had no right saying those things to you, y/n.” Choso speaks almost in a scolding voice that you can’t tell if it’s because he was getting you in trouble, or getting mad all over again over the situation.
Either way, he catches you off guard and you can’t stop your face from burning up, or from displaying your utter disbelief.
“I,” you stammer and clear your throat. “I'm used to it,” you say and hide your smile by looking down. “People, men mostly talk to me like that from time to time. The best way to deal with it is by not dealing with it, or by, you know, being snarky and showing off how much stronger you are than them.”
“Well, either way,” Choso mutters. “It wasn’t right. It isn’t right.”
You acknowledge him with a soft hum before you lift your head and lock eyes since he’s already looking at you. “You stood up for me though,” you tell him sweetly. “So thank you. I appreciate it. It was sweet.”
Choso’s chest rises and his eyes soften. “Of course,” he mumbles as his chest falls.
You share a soft smile and fight the urge to look at his lips as desire slowly develops in the pit of your stomach.
Yet no matter how hard you fight, he’s too eye-catching, and his close proximity is too inviting; you make the mistake of glancing at his thin and pink lips, and part your own, causing his chest to rise again.
However, you win your battle at the last second and turn away to face the fire.
“I did get a photo of him,” you say to distract you and him from what you almost did. “I’ll laugh at it with Satoru when he’s out.” You tug on a feigned smile.
Choso hums, and you hum back playfully but don’t look over at him, instead you keep yourself busy and reach in one of your pockets to pull out the glass swan figurine and fiddle with it.
Truth is you didn’t know if you were going back to the apartment after this particular mission, so all you brought with you is the swan figurine since you don’t trust someone not to leave it behind when you ask someone to pick up your belongings.
“So much for our meatballs,” you comment and once again reach in your pocket, but pull out a small bag of chips this time. “Shrimp chip?” You offer him as you push the bag towards him.
Choso reaches over and takes a single chip from the bag.
“Don't worry I found it in an abandoned store on our way here,” you share so he doesn’t think you took it out of the Worm's mouth. People tend to think that you keep snacks inside of it, which is ridiculous.
“It’s no soba,” he says before he takes a bite, making you look over at him and laugh softly.
“No.” You shake your head. “But right now,” you sigh dramatically. “It’s as good as we got.”
You turn to face him and reach over to touch his wrist and bring something up. “After this whole ordeal is done we have to go get some delicious ramen, it's the best there is. I mean It’s made by non-sorcerers, but the lady is nice and the greatest cook. I would marry the ramen if I could, that’s how good it is.”
Choso swallows his chip and quieres with a tiny amused half smile. “Marry food?”
You nod eagerly. “Yeah! It’s delicious!”
“Well,” Choso says softly. “I’ll take your word for it, but if it isn’t good you’re the one stuck with it.”
You chuckle, making his smile spread wider.
“Happily,” you assure him and sit back, catching in that moment Itadori opens his eyes.“See,” you point out and look to Choso. “He’s okay.”
Choso’s eyes look past you to watch his little brother sit up in confusion at his change of surroundings.
“Hm?” Itadori probes quietly the moment he finds his attacker sitting nearby. “I’m…W—”
“What a relief,” Okkotsu laughs nervously and only confuses the poor boy even more—“I think it was around September, Gojo came to see me. He asked me to watch over you so I had to put this act on.”
“Act?” Itadori presses.
You shift your feet forward to prop your elbow on your leg and rest your chin on your hand. “You really think my brother would leave you by yourself without backup?” You cut in, making Itadori slowly look back at Choso and you. “I can’t say he knew he’d be gone, but Satoru is smart even if he might not look it.”
Itadori’s eyes narrow on you. “I thought you were backup?” He asks.
You share a dry laugh. “I was help, but not back up,” you tell him the truth. “At least not the kind he needed, considering I too have a death sentence on my head. That’s why Okkotsu is here.” You feign a smile.
“Instead of allowing a different executioner or having all information about you being hidden I decided this workaround was best,” Okkotsu adds to the conversation so Itadori could further understand. “But they aren’t dumb, so in order to get Jujutsu headquarters to approve me as executioner I entered a binding vow to kill you. So I killed you. Sorry about that.”
Choso leans close to you. “I don’t understand,” he whispers.
You lean over to him and whisper back. “Just listen, he'll explain.”
Choso stays close to you and listens to Okkotsu carefully as if he didn't see his own brother alive.
“Then why am I still alive,” Itadori asks what Choso was questioning too.
“Because of reverse cursed technique,” Okkotsu shares. “At the same time, your heart stopped, I instantaneously healed you with reverse cursed technique. I thought it might work based on what I’ve heard about you.”
“Can you do that? You use RCT too.” Choso asks you as he keeps watching Itadori and Okkotsu talk as if Okkotsu is going to just attack his brother.
“No,” you sigh in disappointment. “I wish. Only a few can. The boy is one of them and my friend Shoko can too. It’s very impressive.”
“You mentioned,” he says.
You shift around and face him with a smirk. “Which reminds me, we’re going to be leaving our hideout now, so we’ll see more people and you won’t have to be stuck with me anymore.”
“I don’t mind,” he quickly rebuttals, making your breath falter and your eyes widen slightly—”Besides,” he adds. “I don't think other people will be as kind as you are to me. I still am a curse.”
“Half,” you correct him. “I see human. So half. You have nothing to worry about. Besides, I’m sure people should be more focused on other things instead of your appearance. If they are bothered then they got a problem or…you know,” you purposely leave hanging and wiggle your eyebrows even if your insides are slowly twisting at your own joke.
“I don’t,” he mutters, making you laugh softly.
“They like what they're looking at,” you clarify, making him blink in surprise and drop his head to scoff.
“There’s plenty of pretty women,” you continue and avert your gaze to fiddle with the swan in your hand.
Choso slowly drags his eyes up and watches you wiping the pad of your thumb over the glass. “I don’t need pretty women looking at me,” he mumbles, causing you to scoff breathlessly and lift your gaze to pass him a quizzical look.
“No?” You ask slowly. “You’re living now, it's normal.”
Choso's brown eyes lift off the swan and find your fire-kissed eyes shine even brighter. “Well,” he mumbles almost timidly but doesn’t finish because you cut in.
“As your friend I encourage it,” you try to comfort his worry. “It’s nice. Being loved by someone is a gift, like, you’re seeing radiant colors, the sun rising beyond the horizon, and the stars painting the dark sky for the first time. And loving someone is,” you sigh and smile. “It’s like breathing. You can’t live without it, it’s such a sweet relief…so I encourage it,” you laugh nervously.
“You might even find your own swan,” you mention and show him the swan he gave you.
Nevertheless, that makes him confused.
You smile at the swan. “Swans find one partner in their lifetime,” you share softly. “They fly around from pond to pond, lake to lake, and find one swan out of every place they visit and can visit and mate for life.” You peek over at him but quickly look away. “That’s what I mean,” you finish explaining.
Choso swallows thickly and shifts his feet, making the little pebbles scrape against the ground. And you now feel…stupid for saying all that, so you keep your eyes averted, and thank the fact that he can’t hear how fast your heart is beginning to race.
“Well,” Choso breaks his silence. “I didn't mean…you,” he says, making you snap your eyes over to him to watch him with hope you shouldn't have risen in the first place.
Yet the moment your softened red-orange eyes find Choso’s gaze every word he had just struggled to come up with, ‘poof’, vanishes and he’s just left with lips parted.
You keep looking into his eyes as you wait for what he’s going to say, but he can’t say a thing because the sound of Itadori muttering someone’s name steals your attention.
“Fushiguro.”
Out of the shadows comes Megumi Fushiguro, just like Okkotsu mentioned earlier. He looks just as broody as usual.
“Who’s that?” Choso asks you.
“Itadori’s friend and classmate,” you remind him. “Megumi Fushiguro. Urchin head,” you smile at your own joke.
“What’re you doing?” Fushiguro asks Itadori. “Let’s head back to Jujutsu High. The barrier around the school is loosening. As long as no one directly sees your face, it should be no problem for you to go back,” he assures Itadori. “We’ll rejoin the older students—”
“Stop,” Itadori cuts emotionally. “Don’t act like everything is normal. Don’t act like nothing happened! I killed people!” He cries out full of anger. “Because of me, lots of people died!”
“Yuji,” Choso tries to intervene, but you grab his wrist to stop him and let his friend handle it because no matter how close all three of you got during your time in hiding, he needs to hear from and talk to people he trusts more. You know you’d want that.
“It’s our fault,” Fushiguro argues. “Don’t be selfish and give up all alone. We aren’t heroes fighting for justice, we’re Jujutsu Sorcerers.”
Hmm…he kind of sounds like Suguru when he was in high school…
“No one can ever truly judge us so we must continually prove the worth of our existence,” Fushiguro continues to explain as Itadori gets on his feet. “And we don’t have the luxury of thinking about ourselves. We’ve just got to save people. I believe that was the original principle behind your actions. So start by saving me Itadori.”
You smile in admiration at his words and see Itadori’s eyes widen in reaction to what he hears too.
Hopefully, now he understands what you couldn't make him understand. He’s been beating himself up for too long because of it.
“Noritoshi Kamo has made plans for those involved with Jujutsu to face off in a Culling Game,” Fushiguro continues to share, making Choso’s hand fists out of annoyance over the simple mention of his father's antics.
“And Tsumiki is ensnared in that. So I’m begging you, Itadori. I need your strength.”
You look at Itadori as if this is some soap opera to you, and watch him as he looks at his friend with disbelief.
“Okkotsu,” Itadori mutters with his eyes on Fushiguro for a few seconds longer. “Sukuna is plotting something involving Fushiguro. He probably took over my body in Shibuya because I ate ten fingers all at once. I have ingested 15 fingers so. Even if I ate all remaining 5 in one go, I doubt he’d be able to take control, but,” he says coldly and looks at Okkotsu with a determined glare. “If I ever switch with Sukuna again, don't hesitate to kill me. I think you could do that.”
Okkotsu nods and assures Itadori. “Understood I’ll do what I can.”
You look at Choso and see him look concerned over what Itadori just ordered someone to do with what seems to be so much ease. But there’s nothing you can say to comfort him if you have no solution for that yourself. So you let it be.
“Fushiguro,” Itadori drifts his attention back to his friend. “What should I do?”
“First,” Fushiguro responds and lifts a finger. “We’ll go back to Jujutsu High and contact Master Tengen. We need to find out how to remove the seal on the prison realm. Also,” he lifts a second finger. “What are Noritoshi Kamo’s concrete objectives and future moves. The culling game is Jujutsu terrisom like never before. To fix this mess, we need to find the answers to these questions and I think only Master Tengen knows.”
“Maybe Tsukumo knows,” Itadori suggests.
You lean forward and cut in to answer. “This was her idea. We’re meeting up with her next, she’s hiding at the school.”
Itadori looks over at you and his eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Hiding?”
“She’s avoiding the higher-ups, she tends to do that,” you let him know.
“Hm.”
“The problem is Master Tengen’s concealing barrier, over 1,000 doors are continually shuffling,” Okkotsu interjects to add the major concern. “But only one leads to the tomb of the star corridor where master Tengen resides.”
“And we can’t contact Master Tengen if we don’t pick the right one?” Itadori asks, causing you to nod and hum.
“Mh-hmm, but—”
“Sorry Fushiguro, I have to ask.” Itadori cuts you off which if he just wanted answers from him he should’ve said.
“What happened to Kugisaki?” His sudden change in tone and questions surprise you and now you feel bad. Especially when all he gets is silence from Fushiguro.
“Oh…” Itadori whispers shakily as you see him fist his hand tightly. “I get it. I get it!!” He exclaims and drops his head as he handles his emotions.
“About that barrier,” Choso breaks his silence and catches Fushiguro by surprise, while you smile softly. “There may be a way past it.”
“Oh,” Okkotsu says softly. “You were listening?”
“What do you mean, Choso?” Itadori chimes in.
Choso gets up and steps forward. “Y/N once went in last year to steal the Death Painting Wombs,” he points back at you. “We can do the same.”
You nod and slap your thighs before you get up. “More or less of the same thing,” you add. “But yes we can go in. Choso and I planned it already. All we need is to meet up with Yuki and we can go. But first…”
Dinner!
After you pick up some fast food then you finally head to the school and Yuki. Which, since she is holed up she’s easy to find.
“Honey I’m home!” You announce happily and run past the students walking down the stairs to arrive in the hidden room.
“About time,” Yuki greets back with a small smile.
You offer her a small smile and don’t say a word to Maki Zen’in, you look at her and see the burn marks, but that’s all you do because Satoru told you that she and her classmates don’t like you after last year's events. Which is understandable. Plus you’re also kind of scared of Maki Zen’in. If she turns out anything like her relative she’ll be a terrifying person.
“I’ve brought you your dinner,” you let Yuki know and show off the bag before you run over and wrap an arm around her as a form of a quick greeting. When she takes the bag with her food you then jump over the couch and sit by her. “It’s a bit cold now, sorry it’s a long ways here.”
“It’s fine,” she assures you. “I don’t mind it cold actually.”
You glance at Maki talking to Okkotsu and whisper. “We brought her some too, it’s in the bag, give it to her.”
Yuki looks back at you. “Why don’t you?” She retorts.
You shoot her a pointed look and scoff. “Yeah right. She’s scary, you do it. Besides,” you yawn and lift your legs to rest them on Yuki’s lap as you sit back. “I brought it here.”
“Like if that has anything to do with anything,” she quips and peers back at Maki and Okkotsu.
“Is it okay for you to move around?” You catch Okkotsu ask.
“Yeah no problem,” Maki assures him nonchalantly.
“Here Maki,” Yuki says and hands Maki the food you had brought her before she interjects on the matter they were just speaking of. “It can’t be helped with burn scars. Even reverse cursed technique leaves a mark. I’d expect nothing less from someone physically gifted through heavenly restriction. It was her inborn physical toughness, not curse tolerance, that saved her life. It’s bad about the business with the head of the family.”
You scoff in amusement at that last bit.
“Well,” Maki says. “I wasn’t going for it. Megumi,” she changes the subject and looks over at Fushiguro. “What about Master Tengen’s barrier?”
“About that,” he mutters.
Alas, he doesn’t get to finish because Choso then steps forward and pats his shoulder to cut in. “I’ll explain.”
Since you already listened to his plan, and you went over it with him not so long ago you close your eyes to try and get a quick power nap, maybe?
“Between the doors and the tomb lies the cursed warehouse where Jujutsu High stores cursed tools and objects,” you hear his explanation in the background. “It holds the remains of my younger brothers Noranso, Sho-oso, Tanso, Sanso, Kotsuso, and Shoso. Even if they are remains, with the six together, a side effect of my cursed technique should provide some guidance.”
“Good!” Yuki exclaims and then moments after that you feel an elbow hit the side of your boob.
“Ow,” you whine and open your eyes, catching Yuki getting up as she takes a bite of her food—“you just hit my boob,” you snap.
“You were asleep.”
You pout in annoyance. “I didn’t even get to,” you grumble and lazily push yourself off the couch.
“That’s fine but,” Maki adds to the previous topic. “Who’s this guy?”
You glance over at Choso and before you can properly introduce him, Itadori responds, making you look over at him with curiosity.
“For now, think of him as my big brother,” he shares, making you smile proudly for Choso.
And when you look at him again you see him look completely baffled before he throws his head up and exclaims out of excitement. “Yuji!!!”
This is the first time you’ve heard him yell like that, he’s usually so soft-spoken, both because he's reserved and nonchalant. So hearing him shout with so much emotion actually makes you happy and even prouder that it was Itadori who got that out of Choso.
“See,” you tell him right away as you meet halfway to follow the others out of the hideout. “What did I tell you? He just needed time.”
Choso's lips pull to a wobbly smile and you can’t help but smile wider and with more admiration.
“You were right,” he says in a happy quivering voice.
You wrap your arm around his shoulders and give him a friendly partial hug. “I’m happy for you,” you let him know, making him look over at you with his eyes glossy and his smile unbreakable.
“Thank you, y/n,” he says in a soft voice.
You respond with a grin and steal a glance at his lips, which he answers by looking at your own lips.
But, neither of you do a thing about it, you pull your arm off his shoulders and look away, catching Yuki watching you.
Thus to get away from your temptation you skip over and catch up to Yuki as you walk out the door and step outside.
“Now that everything is tense here will you be staying longer?” You ask her since she still likes to bounce from place to place.
“Hm, no,” she answers without thinking about it. “I’ll take a vacation after this.”
You scoff.
“Why don’t you and your girl come with me?” She nudges your arm. “You deserve it.”
You draw out a deep breath. “I don’t think I can,” you break it to her right away. “So much to do here. I mean, I would like to take a vacation, but I don’t think I can anytime soon.”
“You have a mountain of people who can take care of your community while you’re gone, I mean Larue still lives there,” she brings up.
You avert your gaze and mumble, “yeah I know, but I need to take care of stuff here. It’s not…it was easier when Suguru was with me.”
“Oh.” Yuki proceeds to go quiet for a moment before she comes up with a way around your predicament. “Well, we don’t have to just leave. We can plan it.”
You hum and look over at her. As she feels your stare she looks at you and stares into your eyes before she quips. “Your eyes still creep me out. They’re like little torches.”
You laugh and smirk as something pops into your mind. “You know who likes my eyes?” You ask playfully.
Yuki's eyebrows furrow and she presses. “Who?”
You grin. “My sexy pirate husband.” You snicker.
Yuki rolls her eyes and groans.
“Wait who?” Itadori asks from the front of the damn group.
“Don’t—”
“Will Turner,” you share happily even if he was eavesdropping.
“Who?”
You happily pull your phone out and quickly find a photo of the man you’re talking about in your gallery. “Him, a character from a pirate movie,” you show off proudly. “Sexy pirate husband!”
Choso had walked to Itadori’s side amidst your conversation with Yuki and slowly looks over his shoulder to see who it is you’re speaking about.
“Isn’t he dreamy?” You coo and lean your head against your phone.
“Tsk.” Someone lets out with clear annoyance, but you don’t see who.
“He’s a fictional character,” Yuki likes to point out.
“So? He’s still hot.” You snap and keep admiring the picture. “Especially in that one scene where he grazes his lips over his lover's leg.” You giggle. “I never wanted to be someone so bad until the day I saw that scene. I combusted that day.”
“You need to obsess over a real man,” she teases.
“Like Legolas,” you add quickly and snap your fingers.
“Fictional elf,” she remarks.
“You sound like Suguru,” you mutter and put your phone away. “It’s okay, I've got plenty of love to go around.” You touch your chest and she rolls her eyes, making you snicker and see in that moment Maki Zen’in looking back at you. Not Yuki, you.
Since it is quite a long walk towards Tengen, there’s a lot of time, and she keeps glancing back at you as if looking for something in you. And you have an idea of what it is.
“If you’re looking for an apology,” you cut in bluntly. “You won’t get one.”
Maki looks back again and keeps her eye on you.
“You wouldn't get one even if you had died. I did what I thought was right that day.”
“You almost killed us, was that right?” She argues, and you chuckle.
“If we wanted you dead,” you mention with a smirk. “We would’ve killed you. I could’ve killed you before you lifted your weapon that day. But you’re here. You all are.”
Maki doesn’t counter with anything anymore, there was just no reasoning that would change your mind and nothing to throw at you that would affect you in any way she wanted, so she leaves it be and you continue.
“I’ll tell you this. To all you kids…” you pause and let out a deep breath, and all the kids you’re referring to look back at you one way or another.
“Don’t feel sorry or drown in guilt,” you continue with confidence so they believe what you’re saying. “Because there will come a time in your sorcerer career in which you will face a difficult situation. It’s a part of being a sorcerer. If you go on to think about it you will destroy yourself, so the best thing to do is let it go and live your life.”
Suguru faced a difficult situation and he drowned in the aftermath. He was never the same after that. You’ve faced difficult situations and you chose to get better because of it. That’s what you want for them as students, so you hope they listen, and you hope Itadori especially takes that advice.
“We’re here,” Yuki announces. “Just past those doors will be the main doors that lead to the barrier.”
You look around and it’s quiet, so you point it out. “Hey, there’s no guards.”
“There’s a lot to do,” Yuki says as she walks ahead when Fushiguro opens the doors. “Besides the last time you came here, you came to steal.”
True.
“Meh,” you let out and walk in after her.
Once everyone is inside, Choso opens the door and right away you’re bombarded by a thousand doors and memories.
The last time you were here you burnt all the doors down except for one, this time there’s no such disaster, Choso follows his brotherly instincts and leads everyone to red double doors at the top row of doors.
Perhaps if you had him last year you could have come and left before Satoru found you, maybe you could have found Suguru and saved him that day…
“Without a doubt, my brothers sleep beyond those doors,” Choso shares as he gently touches the door. “Let’s open them.”
You stay where you are and watch Choso and Itadori pull open the doors and welcome a dark eerie sight you recognize, meaning you’re on top of the dead forest.
“Let’s go,” Yuki urges the group and walks to the doors. “Deep in, there’s an elevator to the tomb.”
She jumps down first and Choso and Itadori follow. You let Okkotsu and Maki follow behind them before you land in the eerie dead forest.
“It’s even more eerie than I remember,” you murmur with distaste and break into a quick pace to catch up to Yuki as she leads the group forward now, past the warehouse, the place where Choso’s brothers are being kept, but can’t get into just yet.
They’re all just past his grasp, all he’s wanted in this world, but he has to leave them behind for now to help Itadori. Which shouldn’t take so long, but you can imagine his impatience and frustration by being so close, but not being able to reach them. It’s also why you can’t help but admire him though, he’s willing to walk away without them and wait longer for the little brother he just met.
Yet where there’s admiration you also mostly feel bad for him when you look back and see him with his hand pressed against that metal door, and a look of longing on his pale face.
You can relate to that longing, you've missed your brother too. He’s trapped now too waiting to be let out. You’d tell Choso that, comfort him over the fact that he’ll get them out soon enough because this is something you’ve talked with him about, but as you keep peering back you see that Itadori is with him, so you let them have this moment and continue at Yuki’s side. Pius you shouldn’t say a thing, he’ll just give you his rare and charming smiles, and your heart will swoon and sigh, while your mind clears and thinks about nothing else but him and how much you like to see him smile. And you can’t be swooning over him, you’ve told yourself that already.
However, when you’re on that elevator ride down, you end up beside him and you can’t help yourself. Besides it’d be rude not to, right?
“There’s only one way out,” you whisper so your conversation is not the center of attention in the silence. “You’ll take them with you on your way out.”
Choso sighs deeply and nods. “Yes, I know.”
You look over at him and he looks at you.
“You did what you promised,” he whispers with his eyes softening. “Thank you.”
Why can’t he just stay nonchalant? Why does he have to look at you in such a gentle way?
“In the end, I didn’t do a thing, you did, so don’t thank me,” you argue since it’s true.
“You still came,” he rebuttals.
“Well—”
“I thought you said to listen when someone is giving you gratitude,” he argues, making you grow flustered and grin at the floor over the fact that he’s using your own lesson back at you.
“Take it,” he insists.
You let out a deep breath and then look up at him with a softer smile. “You welcome Choso.” You give in.
Choso holds your gaze and hums.
The elevator doors proceed to open and you force yourself to quickly look away before your desire burns hotter and you’re tempted to close the gap and feel the warmth of his lips on yours. Nonetheless, when you step out behind the others, you wish you could be enveloped in that sweet moment again because now you see blood stained on the ground and their faces become clearer than the sky.
You didn’t know them long whatsoever, but the deaths of Kurio and Amanai still had an impact. Amanai’s death is why you hate non-sorcerers the way you do now.
“Blood stains?” Itadori is the only one that probes. “What happened here?”
You fall behind this time and stare at the large blood stain that they couldn’t remove, a bad memory of a sad day.
“It was 11 years ago,” you mutter and continue to lag behind.
“Y/N,” Choso calls out when he sees you fall behind.
You hesitate before you look over at him and break away to fall beside him and continue to follow the group.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
You meet his worried gaze and assure him with a gentle nod.
“Now that I think about it,” Yuki adds thoughtfully. “That’s when everything began to get distorted.”
You enter the tunnels that lead to the last barrier and approach the spot where Amanai died.
“All right, everyone the main shine is through here,” Yuki shares as she approaches the end of the tunnel.
Nevertheless, when you all walk out instead of seeing the row of buildings and the spot where Amanai died, you actually walk into a purely white room with nothing but what seems to be an endless room.
“Uh, this not the way to the shrine,” you point out.
“Damnit,” Yuki hisses.
“There’s nothing here,” Itadori points out the obvious, and Fushiguro follows to add a comment.
“This is the main shrine?”
Then again you never seeked the main shrine so what if this is it?
“No,” Yuki clarifies. “It’s rejecting us. Tengen doesn’t interfere with this world, but I thought contact was possible now that Six Eyes are sealed. I was too optimistic.” She mumbles.
You groan. “Well Tengen probably has the answer on how to get Satoru out,” you spat in frustration. “We have to keep trying.”
Yuki peers at you over her shoulder with a glare directed at the being not welcoming you in. “There’s probably archives with answers on the Prison Realm in your family home.”
You scoff. “My family home?” You remark as if it’s a joke.
Yuki nods. “The big families keep secrets no one else does, our answers will be there.”
You step towards her and argue “Yuki without Satoru gone I am not welcome home. I'm disowned in the eyes of my parents and the rest of my family.”
“I know,” she rebuttals. “But I am sure they’ll let us in when you tell them what you’re after.”
You part your lips to argue, but she’s right, so you just huff and already begin to dread what you have to do.
“Let’s head back then,” Okkotsu interjects. “We can break apart, some of us can get answers on how to get Gojo out, while some others go and help Tsumiki, she doesn’t have time.”
You groan and ball your hands into fists as you grow nervous about going home. You’re not even out of this space and you’re already starting to feel nauseous.
“Leaving so soon?” A voice booms out, causing your shoulders to jump, and your hand to fly over to grab Choso’s arm as if it were instinct.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” they add behind you, so you look back and see a tall…creature with a weirdly shaped head and four eyes.
“Child of Zen’in, Child of Gojo…”
Tsk.
“…Michizane’s descendent, Death Painting Womb, and Sukuna’s vessel.”
Tengen?
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A/N- Just make out already!
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saltykittty · 11 months
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Our unsealed KING.
I’m so happy he is back & he be lookin like a snackkkkk. 😳 (and I love the undercut omg)
So I had to do a little manga panel redraw. ✨
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azertyrobaz · 1 year
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Droids having a bad case of the Mondays.
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your-zipper-is-down · 5 months
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Shen crying in the background. He tends to do that a lot hshsh.
I also found it funny how Top, who's from Brazil, is all like 'meh'.
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loveismyrevolution · 8 months
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"Good things come to those who wait" they say. And I hope the wait was worth it.
Finally, after all this time, here's the chapter all the drama, heartbreak, misunderstandings, confessions and feelings have built up to. Here's what all of you (and the boys as well 😏) have been waiting for since the start…
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Chapter 22: Bound to Lips' Touch
(As a "warning" of sorts...this chapter earns its E-rating. 12k of almost only very emotionally charged smut...)
summary:
If he was honest, he knew exactly what the difference was between all his former experiences and...this. He thought he had taken it into account in his equation though. Deep within, Sherlock had always known that he loved John Watson. … And there it was, the reason for his nervousness. Never, never, had he had a lover like John. John cared for him. He cared for John. This wasn’t merely sex — this was about so much more…
(or read from the start here : X )
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kat-xox · 7 months
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“Look, when it comes to friendship, Barty knows as well as anyone that nothing compares to James Potter and Sirius Black. But he likes to think that, in another life, he and Regulus would have come pretty damn close.”
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fire-keys-and-wings · 9 months
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Natsu and Lucy moments - FT100YQ Chapter 22
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You have no idea how HARD I tried to get this finished before my interrail trip last month! Didn't! Oh well! Welcome to the Night of Arts hulabaloo a month late!
Night of Arts, or White Nights in some circles is a summer happening very dear to me. So this chapters is quite unbashedly about some good memories from the years I've been attending, also about something else. We shall continue in the next update!
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Chapter 22 Paradise
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Chapter 22 of Moonlight
A/N- Okay this is one of my favorite chapters I’ve written! I hope you guys like it!
Warning- Swearing, ANGST, FLUFF, blood! Talks of death! Another cliffhanger, SPOILERS for future events of HOTD!!!!
Pairing- Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader, Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader
Episode- After 1x09, events based off of Fire and Blood
(If you want to be tagged let me know)
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It’s been so long. Almost ten years. And he hasn’t aged a day, he looks like you last saw him.
Then again…where are you? Heaven?
Could be…but it’s doubtful you’d actually be allowed in it after what you’ve done. So is it either one of the seven hells?
No…you're on a ship, the same one you took to Dragonstone from Kings Landing for the first time. Plus the sky is clear, the waters are calm, and there's a hue to your surroundings that makes it seem as if this wasn’t real. But it has to be right? You are dead? And you are seeing your father.
He looks so real.
“Father,” you greet him with relief instead of confusion this time and don’t wait a moment longer to break into a sprint to be able to throw your arms around his neck. “Father,” you repeat again in a shaky voice as happy tears fill your eyes.
Whatever this is, you’re happy to be in it.
“Hello my sweet darling girl,” he greets as he rubs your back.
You can’t hold back, you cry into his shoulder. “I missed you,” you mewl. “So much.”
“Oh, I missed you too,” he says before he pulls back and grabs your shoulders. “Look at you.”
You slowly meet his gaze and scoff. You’re a crying mess there’s no way you look presentable.
“You’re a woman grown,” he points out with a smile. “Last I saw you, you were a rebellious little girl. Then again it seems you haven’t grown out of your rebellious phase.” He chuckles softly.
You wipe the tears off your cheeks and chuckle. “You look the same,” you let him know.
He grins. “It happens here.”
You furrow your eyebrows and look around the endless sea. And only realize now that the ship is being navigated by no one, besides your father and you, the deck is empty. Only making you more confused.
“Where is here exactly?” You ask and step back to continue to study the open sky.
“You tell me,” he retorts, making you groan with discontent that he isn’t clear. “We’re on this ship. On the open sea. Why did you come here?”
Is this…a dream? A fever dream?
“I,” you stop and turn around to face him again. He meets your gaze before he walks to the side of the boat, you slowly follow him and finally look at your chest where the sword had stabbed you.
However, there’s nothing there. You’re not wearing your armor, you’re wearing a light purple summer gown, with jewelry inspired by your Velaryon house. It's like you’re prepared for your funeral pyre. So…what is this?
“I guess it’s because we both liked the sea,” you murmur your response, but you still lie in confusion. “But I still don’t understand if this is in my head?” You ask with a hint of disappointment when you finally reach your father's side.
“Well,” he sighs. “I suppose that question is complicated. I’m everywhere and nowhere all at once.”
You squint your eyes and shake your head. “I don’t get it,” you mumble. “Am I dead or not?”
Your father leans over the railing and sighs. “No. Not yet at least…you’re in a state of in-between. You got lucky, that sword didn’t hit anything vital.”
You hum and drop your head as more tears escape out of your eyes. “What about Addam?”
“You know,” your father whispers.
You’ve been so caught up in the moment that he didn’t even come to mind until now. Fuck.
“Can I ask,” you interject and lift your head. “Is he really your son? I mean I doubt it, but is he?”
Your father snorts. “Please ask yourself that again, my miracle child.”
You laugh softly. And now that you’re asking him it does sound silly.
“Can I ask something else,” you bring up happily. “Have you seen the man you would always talk about? Ser Joffrey?”
When you were young your father always had tales of his “friend” Ser Joffrey. How they’d go there and over here, they’d sail and ride Seasmoke, they’d have fun hunting trips. He was all your father talked about, and so fondly too. You were too young to catch what Ser Joffrey really meant to your father, it’s only when you got older that you realized that Ser Joffrey was his lover. Someone killed by yet another Green member.
Albeit now that man is dead, so Ser Joffrey got his revenge.
“Why,” your father says with a smile. “Yes I have. He wants to meet you. I’m sure he knows more about you than I do because of how much I talk about you to him.”
You smile in awe. “I want to meet him too,” you assure him. “Will I get to?”
Your father lets out a deep breath and shrugs. “I don’t know. I wish you wouldn't yet. You’re still so young. You’re not even twenty yet.”
You look at the blue glimmering ocean and sigh with gloom. “A few more days and I will be.”
“I want you to live a long life, y/n,” your father tells you softly. “You have so much to live for. Your children, your goals, and your dreams. Your hopes and desires.”
You feign a laugh and shake your head. “My hopes and desires have gotten me nowhere but in a mess.”
“A mess of your mistakes,” he actually agrees with you, causing you to gasp softly. “But mistakes you've learned from.”
“Have I?” You retort. “I mean I'm here, I’m dying, Gods knows where. If I learned from my mistakes perhaps I would be on my way to my mother's side…I would actually be with her before she had to flee. But no,” you huff and fist your hands. “I left. My brother is dead, and if I was there I could’ve helped, he’d be alive. Or if I didn’t leave way back then then my mother wouldn’t have closed off her heart the way she did.”
Your father exhales and reaches over to grab your hand. “Who knows? We’ll never know if you would have changed things by being there,” he says. “Perhaps you’d be dead too. All that matters is that you know you did wrong, now it’s time to move on from your past, there’s still so much to fight for, don’t let the past pull you into a darkness you won’t escape from. Or you will actually die.”
You swallow thickly and look up at the sky. “What if that’s what I want?” You ask. “I mean it’s peaceful here. No more fighting, no more aching heart. And you’re here too.”
Your father smiles softly. “Yeah, it’s been a treat seeing you again, but it’s not your time.”
You scoff and look at him with tears streaming down your cheeks. “Then why am I here?”
Your father sighs shakily as tears fill his eyes. “I’ve come to say goodbye,” he reveals, causing your breath to shudder—“I never got to,” he says. “We never got to.”
Your bottom lip trembles and you can’t help but let out a small sob. “I don’t want you to go,” you whisper and turn to grab him. “Please don’t go. Please I don’t want to go.”
Your father cups your cheeks and pulls you in closer. “We’ll see each other again, but not so soon. Please not so soon.”
You dig your fingers in his arms and shake your head. “No, please don’t leave me again,” you fight him. “I can’t do this without you.”
“Well,” he laughs softly with tears rolling down his own cheeks. “I think you’ve been doing a pretty good job without me so far.”
You whimper and throw your arms around him so he won’t leave, so you wouldn’t, but at that moment the hue grows brighter and his touch almost feels like nothing.
“Father,” you whisper.
Said man hugs you back and he whispers. “I love you.”
You cry, “I love you too.”
And with those last words uttered you’re swallowed by the light and suddenly you wake somewhere else. Some place where the sky is grey and cloudy, the air around you is chilly, and your pain feels unbearable.
“She’s alive! Call for the maesters!”
Who is that?
That voice sounds familiar.
“Princess,” they utter before the sky gets closer. “Do not worry you will be okay. I got you now.”
You blink and look at where the voice comes from and see the blurry face of Ser Jason right over you. His face is struck with disbelief and mixed with so much worry.
“Fetch the Queen!”
Is this where you are? With her? Home.
“Addam,” you utter through your haze even though you know he’s gone. “I—” you cut yourself off and bellow out as you’re hit with pain when he makes some harsh movement.
“Forgive me,” Ser Jason whispers and only briefly glances at you before he looks away with concern. “We’ll get inside soon. Just hold on, okay?”
You shake your head. “I can’t. It hurts, please just take out the blade.”
Since Ser Jason's face is so close to you you see the way he swallows thickly before he argues with you. “No. If I do, you'll die for sure. Just wait a while longer. The maester will help.”
You close your eyes and try to drown out the throbbing pain that hits you with each movement he makes. You just want to sleep again. Dream of your father once more. You don’t want to be here.
“Please,” you beg as you open your eyes to look up at him, “just take it out.”
“No! Just hold on—get the fucking maester!” He bellows.
You look away from the man and look up to try and find comfort in the sky, but that disappears and all you see is tall stone ceilings. They’re ugly things, but being awake is crueler. Besides pain, there’s so much more ache that barrels into you; guilt, memories of the past, pain you had long forgotten, and happy memories you wish to go back to. The voices, the laughter, and the crying from those memories all begin to crowd in your head.
“Make it stop, tell them to be quiet,” you say out loud with tears rolling down your cheeks.
“Here! Put her here!”
“Careful!”
More faces then show up above you, faces that are strange to your fractured mind. “Let me go,” you murmur and try to push yourself up, but someone pushes you down, causing you to feel more sharp pain.
Yet you still try to fight the strangers looking at you like they’re terrified of you. “I said let me go!”
“You’ll only hurt yourself more princess, lay back,” a man tells you in a shaky voice.
You groan and try to get up, but there’s more voices.
“In here, put her down there and give me space! Myrcella heat up the rod! She’s still alive!”
The men carrying you put you down so all you can see is a darker cieling.
“Go, go give me space.”
“Let me in, let me in!”
“Your Grace—”
“Y/N!”
Through the pain, the madness in your head, and the thumping in your ears, there’s suddenly ease at the simple sight of your mother's beautiful yet exhausted face above yours. “Mother,” you mewl.
She picks up your hand and basks your cold flesh with warmth. “My sweet,” she whispers with tears rolling down her cheeks. “Oh my sweet girl. You will be alright…” she trails off and looks away. “Won’t she maester? Can you save my daughter?”
“I can but I need space, Your Grace, please.”
Your mother looks back at you and lifts your hand to kiss your knuckles. “I will be waiting outside that door for however long it takes, just please don’t leave me.”
“Mother don’t leave,” you tell her with fear of death striking you for the first time. “Please.”
Your mother offers you a sweet smile. “I will be close. I won’t be far.” She pulls back, but lingers for a moment beside you. “Fight for me. Please,” she adds before she disappears and you see an old maester with white frizzy hair take her place.
“I will give you some milk of the poppy now, Princess, you will need it,” he says in a gravelly voice before he steps forward and takes your chin to force it down your throat.
You cough out and that makes your chest burn. The maester steps away and grabs the source of the pain before he yanks it out, making you let out a blood-curdling scream before you just see darkness again.
That’s all there is for a while. It’s so peaceful, and quiet. There’s no voices from memories, or memories themselves. There’s peace.
But that doesn’t last long because a familiar voice wakes you up. “Y/N.”
Your eyes flutter open and before you can take in your surroundings you look at who called you and gasp as you see Aemond.
He looks just the same as when you last saw him only a month back. And even if it hasn’t been so long since he…died it’s felt like an eternity since you’ve seen his beautiful face.
“Aemond,” you whisper full of utter bliss you can’t stop from feeling.
Even after death, you can’t come to hate him. Yet you can’t bring yourself to shed a single tear for him anymore. No matter how much you do miss him.
He notices that and questions it quietly as gets closer to you. “No tears for me?”
You draw in a deep breath and avert your gaze, noticing in that moment that you’re in King’s Landing, on the roofs you always escaped to as kids, and found a sense of freedom.
“I,” you breathe out. “I cried all I needed to cry for you. You understand why don’t you?” You interrogate him now. “I alone grieve you, but I also need to remember your sins that have me here. Do you understand that now?”
Aemond stops as he gets only a few inches before you, and drops his head. “I always understood, but are they sins to me? No, but I always did wonder why you stuck with me because of them? You could’ve killed me so many times, why didn’t you?”
You scoff and turn away to look up at the starry sky that’s of course accompanied by that hue from before too. You still sit and smile as you think back to the happier days. When you wanted nothing of war, when you wanted just to fly on dragonback and be with him.
“Are you really asking me that?” You ask quietly as you pat the seat beside you. “Here?”
Aemond hesitates but he then slowly joins your side on the edge of the roof. “I am,” he says. “I need to know.”
You blink and sigh before you turn your head to meet his gaze and his dispatch; Even in whatever space this is he continues to wear that?
“First and foremost,” you say with a laugh whilst you put your palm out.
Aemond glances down at it and sighs deeply before he takes his eyepatch off and hands it to you with a tiny smile.
“Better,” you coo.
Aemond’s smile fades and he returns to what you were talking about. “Now…”
You nod softly and continue to hold his gaze as your own smile falls. “I never killed you, I never hated you, Aemond, because I loved you,” you reveal, making him swallow thickly. “I love you until this very moment. Call it nostalgia, perhaps, selfishness for refusing to let you go, but no matter what,” you say with a soft look. “I could never grow to hate you. Even with all your faults. And all of mine, I continue to love you.”
Aemond scoffs softly and smiles faintly at the tiles you sit on. “We were really a pair weren't we?” He asks light-heartedly.
You chuckle. “Yes—we could’ve been a great pair if our lives had been different.”
“Yes,” Aemond agrees softly. “But we were a good pair for as long as we had together, don’t you think?”
You smile at him and nod. “Yes, I like to believe so. I mean besides our faults, and our troubles towards the end, we were good.”
Aemond lifts his gaze and to meets yours with a small smile. “I,” he utters. “I miss you. I don’t want to go without you.”
Your bottom lip begins to tremble and tears fills your eyes at his soft and kind words he often used to…manipulate you. You see that now, on the brink of death. He was genuine sometimes, but there were others where he just used those words because he knew you’d fall for it.
“Aemond,” you whisper.
Said man leans over and takes your hands in his to begin trying to convince you. “You always wanted a free life where you could be what you wanted, where you could travel the world, be a sailor, be a simple dragonrider forever in the clouds. You always dreamed of being away from the cage you called life, my love, so this is our chance.”
Your heart skips a beat at the sound of the things you never thought he’d remember, or even ponder over as a reality. Sure…this is now…your mind maybe, a temptation death is using to lure you in, but he finally sees that part of you, he’s finally saying what you wanted him to say so many times in life.
“We could fly endlessly,” he continues to say while he now proceeds to cup your cheeks. “We could discover different lands, be whoever we want, live without the shackles of our royal life or their expectations.”
That sounds so nice. So painless.
“Just me and you forever now. Like we promised when we wed,” he adds and leans over to press his forehead against yours.
“You’d leave with me?” You ask shakily. “This time would you really leave with me?”
Aemond nods. “I would.”
You grin and don’t question your answer, you want to go on without pain or suffering. No more loss. Just sweet endless freedom.
You part your lips to accept, but before you can utter those words, soft voices sound behind Aemond.
You try to look because for some reason those voices sound familiar, but Aemond tilts his head and blocks your view. “Don’t,” he murmurs. “Come with me.”
You don’t take a moment to consider this time, you pull away from him and stand up. However, he does too, and blocks your view again. “Aemond,” you grumble and gently push him away.
Now that he isn’t in your way you see three young adults, a tall slim young man with blue eyes just like Aemond’s. He also has long curly white-silver that he has partially down to his shoulders while the other half is in a braid. He wears a charming grin, and he has a mischievous look about him. He looks oddly familiar even if you haven’t seen him ever in your life.
And the two young women he’s with? They share his same complexion, they all look alike, but the girls share a stronger resemblance; for example, one is shorter than the other. Most importantly they have different eye and hair colors too; the tall girl has blue eyes just like the guys, and her hair is blond-silver. While the shorter girl has white-silver hair and grey eyes; grey like a brewing storm that you’ve only seen two other people have, Cregan and…your daughter Daenerys.
Is this—how could you be so clueless before? This is them, Aerion, Daenys, and Daenerys. They’re all grown up, so beautiful.
“Aerion?” You muse. “Daenys? Daenerys?”
They look over and flash you a smile.
“Mother,” Aerion calls out in a deep voice. “Come we have something we have to show you.”
You grin and don’t hesitate to take a step forward, however, Aemond interjects. “Wait, stay with me. Y/N, Please. Please don’t go.”
He sounds so sweet and vulnerable. You have to look at him.
“Y/N,” he whispers and steps forward to slowly lift his hand off his side and offer it to you with a soft look on his face. “Please.”
You glance at his hand and debate his proposal.
“Mother,” Daenerys calls out sweetly. “Daenys has something important she wants to show you. Come!”
You look back and see Daenys giggle and hide something behind her back.
You feel intruiged so you walk over with glee.
“Y/N,” Aemond calls out. “Please, don’t.”
You stop in between them and peer back at him to offer him a sweet smile. That’s when you see happy memories of your past; from your childhood and to your adulthood. You even see flashes of the promise for a better forever. It’s tempting, but when you look at your kids all grown up and happy, you see a promise for a hopeful tomorrow in reality. You had begun to give up hope.
“Aemond,” you say and look over at him with tears in your eyes. “I—”
Yet before you can give him your answer light consumes you again and when you wake now, you seem to be in someone’s chambers.
Is this some other…fever dream? Escape, or a purgatory before death?
The chambers smell like some herbal incense. As far as you can see there’s no hue over your surroundings, there’s just a stone cieling. You can feel soft fur covers beneath your fingertips, which feels real, and most of all you can feel a sharp stabbing pain that burns on your chest.
Maybe if you recollect what happened before you saw Aemond you’ll know…
Yet all you can recall is unbearable pain, milk of the poppy getting shoved down your throat, and an old maester—Ser Jason comes to mind too, he’s hazy, but he comes to mind.
He’s helping you, and you’re…pleading for help—oh! That’s right, you’re with your mother. Somewhere.
“Mother?” You call out hoarsely hoping she’s in the same room so you don’t have to sit up.
And luckily she is here. “Y/N?”
Before you know it her face is over yours.
“Y/N,” she repeats again and now you see how red her eyes are, and how deep her eyebags look.
She’s probably been so worried, and you wanted the mercy of death while Ser Jason was carrying you inside.
“I'm sorry,” is the first thing you tell her. “I’m sorry.”
You’re always telling her that, but you also have so much to apologize for. You’ve let her down so many times.
“I’m sorry,” you repeat yourself. “I…don’t deserve your forgiveness, mother.”
She cups your cheek and wipes away the tears that began to roll down your cheeks. “You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing is your fault, I…was too strict. I should apologize to you.”
You shake your head. “You had to flee, you lost so much because I left.” You continue to cry.
“No,” she rebuttals. “Don’t go down that spiral. I don’t know if you could have saved the dragons or Joffrey that day, perhaps you would have met the same fate,” she says the same thing your father said in your close encounter with death. Which assures you somewhat, but that still won’t rid you of the guilt you feel.
“So,” she continues. “Don’t apologize for things we cannot know. Instead, apologize for scaring me now.”
You try to laugh but that hurts so you just smile. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I didn’t intend to get hurt. Then again even if I did I don’t mind because Daeron is dead because of that battle, and Vermithor is gone as well. I know that is not enough, but I hope it does please you, Your Grace.”
Your mother smiles softly and pulls her hand down to cup yours. “More than you know,” she assures you. “Both the traitors are dead because of you—”
“Addam and I,” you cut her off to correct her. “I was not alone. It was Addam, an army from the Riverlands, and I.”
Your mother nods and her smile brightens. “Yes, I heard. Thank you, my Sweet. You make me proud.”
More tears stream down your face, but this time they’re born out of joy.
She’s never denied you affection, she was very caring all the time, so her showing you love isn’t strange. It’s just odd hearing her say those four words at this moment, during this war.
It’s a small comfort for your aching soul.
“Thank you, mother,” you whisper and squeeze her hand.
She offers you a gentle smile before she leans over and presses a kiss on your forehead. When’s she pulls back she looks at you with worry. “Does it hurt terribly? Should I fetch the maester?”
You shake your head. “No. I’m…okay now. I'm just confused as to how I got here.”
Your mother chuckles softly at that and her smile doesn't fail to show on her face. “Astraea,” she reveals. “She flew in, hurt, but she flew in and put you down somewhere safe.”
You beam at the ceiling. “That’s my girl,” you muse before you tilt your head back down. “Is she doing better?”
Your mother nods. “Yes, it’s been around three days so she’s getting a lot better.”
3 days? It’s felt like hours.
“And my children?” You finally ask as you remember what illusion or dream you were just lost in. “I hope they haven’t been a fuss.”
“No,” she assures you. “They’re great, I love being around them. They take that from you. You were always an easy babe.”
You hum softly and start to feel tired again.
“You know,” you mention softly and look away from your mother. “I saw them, Aerion, Daenys, and Daenerys. They were grown up and beautiful, every single one of them.”
“Y/N?” Your mother questions in confusion to your comment.
You swallow thickly and more tears spill. “I also saw father. He looked the same…I miss him.”
“Ser Jason?!” You hear your mother exclaim as she pulls away.
The once burning pain turns to agony, and as minutes pass the clear view begins to blur as you feel your body burn up.
“Princess?”
You groan softly and blink to look over. In that moment you swear you see the grey eyes of Cregan looking at you.
“Cregan?” You ask out loud.
“No, I apologize,” they say, making you blink repeatedly.
Your vision isn't clear but you do manage to see Ser Jason. It disappoints you.
“Oh,” you whisper and look up again. “Where’s my mother?”
“Being the Queen—or her presence was requested,” he corrects himself. “I’m here to give you something for the pain.”
You shake your head. “No, I don’t want milk of the poppy. I've seen what it does. No.”
Ser Jason laughs nervously. “No, it’s not that. It’s something else for the pain. The Queen is reluctant on trusting the maester, so I offered this solution. It…tastes horrid, but it helps.”
He proceeds to lean over, and you feel his cold hands grab your chin. “I’m just going to help you drink some.”
You part your lips and speak first. “Did you know you’re having a child?” You remark sassily even if you’re in immense pain.
“I don’t think so,” he rebuttals, making you scoff and glare over at him.
“How typical, at least be a man about it,” you spat, making him freeze.
“I just,” he sputters. “I mean, I don’t remember that night. All I remember is Alys, naked. I only drank a couple drinks but not enough to get me drunk, I know that, so I don’t know if that child is mine.”
You freeze now and feel bad for acting so coldly and being resentful against him. “Oh,” you whisper. “Sorry. She is a bitch.”
Ser Jason stays quiet and then tilts your head down so he can pour some of that sour and bad-smelling liquid in you.
You of course gag but he tilts your head down so you forcefully drink it
“Lord Stark wrote to your mother,” Lord Jason shares, making you gasp as you try to stomach the fucking medicine.
Maybe that’s why he said it, to distract you from throwing up.
“Albeit,” he adds as he pulls his hands back. “The host he promised your mother will take time to arrive since his realm is large, he says, and he needs to bring in his harvest for the winter.” He scoffs, but you smile happily and with comfort filling your heart.
Finally, Cregan is coming. Finally.
“You should see the North at night,” you murmur while your eyes begin to feel heavy and your breaths get hard to actually produce. “When snow blankets the lands, and the moon kisses it…it’s so beautiful—will we go back to the wall again?”
“Princess, I just need to tell you something. I have harbored in my heart for so long now—”
“Let’s go to the woods tonight,” you murmur as you imagine Cregan beside you. “That way we no longer have to hide…”
In your delirious mind, you can hear him beside you. “Princess? Are you luring me to the woods alone? What would your mother say?”
You grin softly. “My mother…” yet you don’t finish because you’re then whisked away again.
This time whatever made you see ghosts of your dead loved ones took time to get you. You almost thought you escaped from its clutches, but that light blinds you again. However, this time something feels different, it feels better. Freeing. There’s no worry or stress about anything. But this time there’s no scenery, there’s darkness, and a door shining in a bright light at the end.
The sound of laughter leaves from the door and voices you know echo. You don’t know what it is that lures you, but you know you feel peace walking to it.
That is until someone speaks behind you. “Where do you think you’re going?”
You turn around and immediately smile as you see your brothers, Lucerys and Jacaerys.
“Finally,” you muse before you run over and wrap them both in an embrace. “I missed you guys so much.” You close your eyes and bask in their presence.
Lucerys hugs you back and clutches onto you. “We missed you too,” he says back, making you smile brightly and cry quietly.
It hasn’t been so long since you saw either of them, but it has felt like fucking lifetimes!
Nevertheless, just as you are enjoying the moment you get shoved back. And as you tear your eyes open you see Jacaerys glaring at you with that intense stare of his. However, you also see more now too; the black background slowly changes to Dragonstone. The ground you stand on turns to sand, the nothingness turns to a cold fresh breeze, and the sky above your hands turns to blue and gets littered with dragons, but again a soft hue begins to cover everything.
“You chose home, huh?” Lucerys asks, ignoring Jacaerys reaction.
You smile at Lucerys and part your lips to speak to ignore your brother too, but Jacaerys cuts in with anger. “You promised! She’s not done yet!” He complains and steps forward.
You look away from Lucerys and meet Jacaerys angry glare calmly. “It’s over for me,” you mumble and look back, noticing that the door that leads to the afterlife is standing in the middle of the sand. As if waiting for you to walk inside.
“That’s why Im here arent I?” You ask your brothers as you look back at them. “It’s why father visited me, why I also saw Aemond.” You sigh and plop yourself down on the sand to look up at the sky and watch Arrax and Vermax circle over the shore. “I can’t fight anymore, it’s over, and I’m glad…I’m done.”
“Done?” Jacaerys rebuttals. “You’re not done with shit, you promised me that you’d fight for her, that you would help her get on that throne and win this war.”
You look up at him and remain calm. “I did, she was on the throne, I’m done, Jacaerys. Let me be here with you guys. I’ll wait for my children here until they grow old and wrinkled.” You smile softly and glance down to watch the waves roll in.
“We will be here when you come back,” Lucerys interjects softer than Jacaerys. “Don’t you want to see your children grow?”
Your soft smile fades and the sight of the rolling waves begins to become unpleasurable. Do they really want you to go back to fighting, and to watching more people you love die?
You’ve beared it long enough, you can’t do it a moment longer, you’ll completely lose yourself if you do. So you’d rather leave while you still have some of you left.
“I can watch them grow from here,” you argue. “If that’s possible anway.”
“No, no!” Jacaerys exclaims and grabs your arm to yank you up forcibly. “You still have a chance, you still have a chance to fix things, why aren’t you trying?!”
You don’t cry, or respond with anger, you let out a simple breath and answer him calmly. “Because I’m scared…I don’t want to lose anymore. You, Lucerys, Addam…I can’t lose anymore. That’s why.” You pull away from his grasp and walk over to the shore instead.
Footsteps of course follow after you, and the arguing doesn’t stop from either of them.
“Don’t you think mother is scared?” Lucerys interjects this time. “She’s the Queen, but she’s still our mother. Don’t you think she’s scared of losing you? You’re giving her hope, and you want to break that by choosing the easy way out?”
You scoff and turn to look at him with shock. “When did you grow so wise little brother?”
Lucerys rolls his eyes. “I'm just saying the truth,” he says. “Mother needs you. I know it’s scary, but you get to choose right now; walk through that door,” he points over at the door luring you in. “Or go back and live on for who you’ve lost. We'll always be watching over you, we’ll wait for you, but we can only do that if you fight.”
This time your eyes do fill with tears, this time you begin to feel guilt and pain return to you. You were numb to it, but now it returns like the waves crashing in the sand behind you.
“Fight,” Lucerys adds with a tiny smile on his face. “For all of us.”
You swallow back your tears and shake your head. “But I want to stay here with you, with Jacaerys,” you mention and look at your brother standing by Lucerys. “Please.”
“We’ll wait for you here!” A new voice chimes in, making you gasp. “Isn’t that right boys?”
You spin around and see Addam, he’s healed and approaching you with a grin.
“We did hell of a job, huh?” He adds.
You cry and then break into a sprint to throw your arms around him. “Addam,” you whisper.
He hugs you back and chuckles. “Hello.”
You pull back and meet his gaze with tears. “We won,” you mumble with glee. “We did.”
Addam nods and grabs you by your arms. “I know. And you lived, so live on, y/n. Keep fighting, win.”
“But,” you argue and step back to face Jacaerys and Lucerys too. “How?”
Jacaerys shrugs. “With everything you got?” He says, making Addam laugh.
“Yes,” he agrees. “With everything you got. If you lose you get back up again and continue fighting.”
You still aren't satisfied, nor are you fired up with inspiration, but as you hear all of them so eager to motivate you, as you see them here not being able to have the chance you have to keep living, how can you not listen and keep fighting?
If not for you, then for them. They deserve their justice don’t they? It’s still not done until Aegon is dead too, until your mother's rule is at peace.
You can help her do that with all you have left.
“Will you be here?” You ask the three of them. “When I come back?”
Jacaerys sighs with relief and nods, whilst Lucerys answers. “We’ll be here,” he assures you. “We’ll wait for you and move on together.”
You offer them a wobbly smile and step in to wrap the three of them in an embrace. “I was lucky to have been given brothers. I love you all.”
Addam pats your back, and Lucerys responds. “We love you too. Now…”
“Keep on fighting,” Jacaerys finishes for him.
You close your eyes and take in this moment as you feel yourself return to reality.
However, as you open your eyes now, a new setting welcomes you. This time instead of stone ceilings, you see a cieling made of wooden panels. This time you smell the salty air, you feel the bed rocking gently, and see a bright light shining over your eyes.
You have to be on a ship. Are you going to Dragonstone already? Your mother did mention that before.
You sit up as you fight the pain in your chest, catching your mother inside the small cabin with a baby in her arms. You also notice Ser Jason sleeping on a chair by the door.
“Mother,” you call out softly.
Said woman picks up her head and turns around slowly with her eyes wide, and Daenys sleeping in her arms.
“Y/N,” she whispers before she quickly walks over to sit on the side of the bed.
“Happy name day,” she reminds you of your special day. “I know it’s not very exciting like you like, but once get to Dragonstone we can have dinner, or do something you like how does that sound?”
You smile and nod while you reach over to caress your baby's head. “That’s great, but as long as you’re there, mother I’m more than content.”
Besides with all this grief, with this pain, you don’t feel like celebrating like you would. You’re fine with a simple dinner and some kind of yummy dessert. It’s a drastic change from your usual name day wishes but well this year something small will have to do. Besides you’re being honest as long as she’s here, you are fine.
“She hasn’t slept well over the past couple of days,” your mother shares and pulls the blanket tighter over Daenys. “She has barely been able to at least take a nap…maybe she knows her mother has been in pain.”
You giggle softly. “She'd truly live up to her namesake if that is so,” you retort and look away from her to look at your mother, noticing how exhausted she still looks. “Have you slept?” You ask and sit back slowly.
Your mother looks away from Daenys and sighs deeply. “I’ve slept enough,” she answers vaguely. “You fell back for a couple days. You’re a mother now so I know you understand that worry.” She smiles.
You grin sweetly and nod slowly. “Yes…” you trail off and avert your gaze. “I’m sorry.”
“Stop,” she counters sternly. “No more apologies. That's an order from your Queen.”
She should hate you, but you’re glad she doesn’t. “All right, Your Grace.” You look over at her with a soft look and move on like she wants. “What now then? We are going to Dragonstone, yes?”
Your mother nods. “Yes. And we plan to wait, Lord Stark sent an envoy so we should gain his support soon enough. Lady Arryn has sent an envoy as well, but it will take time since they are so far away.”
You hum softly and glance over at Ser Jason as he shifts in his seat. “Well,” you whisper. “Then we'll wait. Besides, Astraea needs rest too. With all the dragons gone, a burden falls on her now until more dragons are born.”
“Yes, so as soon as we get home we’ll give dragon eggs to Daenys, Aegon, and Daenerys, with hope they will hatch a dragon. I will try as well, but mine is not a guarantee.”
You smirk and gently grab her hand as you recall what you were told in that plane before death. “Don’t worry Astraea and I will carry the burden, we will fight. We’ve fought great odds, what’s a little more?”
Your mother laughs softly and holds your hand to caress it gently. “Just make sure to not over exhaust yourself though, I still need you.”
Your eyes water and your smile wobbles. “And I you,” you redirect before you grin brightly. “I need to tell you something.”
Your mother blinks and waits patiently.
You sigh softly and can’t contain your smile. “While I was in some state between life and death, I saw them again….Jacaerys and Lucerys.”
Your mother stiffens and the corner of her lips twitch to a smile.
“They were okay, upset at me for being there but they’re okay,” you assure her. “They’re watching over us,” you muse.
Your mother's eyes get watery, but she doesn’t shed tears, she just smiles down at Daenys. “With luck, we won’t see them for a long while, until then…I’ll keep dreaming of them. But I’m glad you saw them, what did they say?”
You sit back and groan softly because of the pain. “They told me to fight with you. To win this war once and for all, so I shall.”
“Land incoming!” The voice of a sailor rings from above deck.
You look out the window but see nothing, so you lay back and touch your chest, feeling the bandage under your gown. “I hate feeling this way,” you grumble.
The sleeping man by the door opens his eyes as he shifts up on the chair looking slightly startled.
“My grandfather says a knight sleeping on his post should be whipped,” you interject and watch your handmaiden Vanessa walk through the door.
“Well, forgive me,” he responds nervously and teasingly, not knowing if you’re serious or not. “You were asleep for so long I thought I could get away with it.”
You offer him a soft smile and focus on your friend. “Princess,” she exclaims with a growing smile.
“Vanessa, my friend,” you greet quietly as speaking begins to take from the low energy you have.
“I'm happy you're awake,” she tells you when she reaches your mother to take Daenys. “I’ve been so worried.”
You sigh and glance over at Ser Jason stepping out the door to hear some form of instruction. “You don’t have to be for long,” you assure your handmaiden. “I’ll be okay. Are you?”
Vanessa smiles and nods while she rocks Daenys to make sure she stays asleep. “Now I am.” She smiles.
“Good,” you whisper. “I’m glad.”
More handmaidens scurry in your room, one takes Daenys to get her ready to disembark, and one of your mothers handmaidens tries to take her away, but she stops to talk to you. “I will be nearby if you need me. If not we’ll see each other on the deck, okay?”
You can’t help your amused smile as you nod in comprehension, letting her walk out a bit more assured, and leaving you with Vanessa and a few more handmaidens that help you dress in a black long-sleeved gown that has slits running down the middle of those sleeves. You feel warm fur that’s covered by your gown since it’s only meant to keep you warm. They put on a red cloak to go with the black gown, so you can coordinate with your Targaryen house colors. And lastly, but gently they help you put on silver chest armor to protect the wound on your chest.
“I think we should send for Baela,” you break the silence once the pain isn’t stabbing your chest. “Moondancer might be small, but she’s still fierce just like Baela. Should can help. As well as Rhaena.”
Vanessa hooks your arm around hers and begins to walk out of the cabin. “Yes, I will send them an envoy the moment we get inside.”
You smile softly. “I’m so relieved to finally be home. I’ve been moving around too much, it’s awful,” you complain and see Ser Jason push himself off the hall wall to hurry to your other side and grab that arm. “Please,” you mutter. “It’s a chest wound, I can walk…kind of fine.”
Vanessa laughs softly. “If I let you go would you walk fine?”
“Oh, well yes Ser Jason is gripping onto me.” You grumble and slide your eyes over at him.
“Apologies I didn’t know how much you can walk,” he excuses himself.
You sigh and look at the door that leads to the deck. “It’s fine, just loosen your grip before you break my arm.”
“Oh, so you’re feeling like a fool today?” Vanessa teases you. “That’s quite a change.”
You smile at her. “I’ve had quite an exciting past couple of days, plus today is my name day! I need some form of excitement.”
“It’s today?”
“Happy name day princess,” Vanessa says as she gently caresses your hand. “I didn’t know if you wanted it celebrated or not so I kept quiet.”
You smirk. “Thoughtful as always. And yes, Ser Jason it’s today. I’ve been alive for 20 years, it’s maddening.” You let out a deep and sad sigh but don’t let it show on your face.
“Well, we’ll make it the best,” he says. “If it’s what you want of course.”
You laugh quietly and nod softly. “We can try.”
The door to the deck opens and as you step out, cold and thick rain droplets greet you. Nevertheless, as thick and as hard as the rain is falling, you still look up to search for your dragon.
You don’t see her though. Which isn’t odd, she probably stopped nearby since she is injured, so it’s good, she needs to rest. However, it would be nice if she could block the rain with her body, it’s only calming to look at, not be under as you’re feeling shitty as you do.
Why can’t it be snowing instead?
“Come,” Vanessa urges you away from the door. “The Queen is waiting.”
You drag your eyes to your handmaiden. “You might as well be carrying me. It's okay, I won’t fall, Vanessa. Let me go please. You’re both going at different paces. I can't keep up.”
“Are you sure?” She double checks.
You offer her a smile and nod softly. “Yes. Just stay close, and I’ll be fine.”
Vanessa is hesitant but she does as you ask, letting Ser Jason whisk you away to join your mother, brother, handmaidens, and children all protected by her three Queensguards.
“Ready to go home?” Your mother asks.
You nod. “Please,” you say with a faint smile.
Your mother holds your gaze and mirrors your smile before you move on and disembark from the boat where you’re greeted by an escort made of a man you know, Ser Alfred Broome, and forty other guards. Since it is raining and that shields a lot of the men’s faces, Ser Alfred’s sullen face is the only one you recognize.
“Why is Ser Robert Quince not here to receive us?” Your mother asks the sullen-looking knight.
“We will be seeing our fat friend at the castle,” Ser Alfred responds nonchalantly, letting you drive your attention to the dock you just got off and noticing that it’s very lonely; actually it’s only you on this dock, not even the dockside brothels look to be occupied, and even if it's pouring or storming the brothels always are occupied. Not today though. Strange.
You don’t point that out to your mother though, you walk away with her and follow the escort towards the tall ancient castle.
Now at first, you don’t notice it, the endless pain you feel is irritating but when you can think past that pain you notice how tense it all feels. The guards escorting you to the castle all look more stiff than usual, you keep catching them glancing at the sky as if they’re waiting for something to drop by. It’s weird but you don’t point it out either. It’s probably just the rainy weather anyway. That or the fact that your mother is fleeing back home. Either or, you don’t point it out. You follow them, keep at their pace, but come to an unusual stop when you reach the battlement of the gatehouse.
“What’s wrong Ser Alfred?” Your mother asks.
Said knight turns slowly and his glare burns in your mother. “Our fat friend is here,” he mutters and looks up.
You shoot him a pointed look but follow his line of gaze, finding that to be a mistake the moment you see four bodies hanging off the wall. One was so incredibly burned that it was unrecognizable, the others you knew though; it was the castles steward, the Captain of the guard, the man who would train your brother, the Master-at-arms, and Maester Gerardys; his body like the burnt one is awful, whereas the other body was burnt, this was one had his entrails hanging out of his body as only his head and torso hang off the wall.
But how? Who—
Wait no, that's a dumb question. It’s all starting to connect, the tension, the deserted dock, the anger behind the knights glare, and now the bodies of people who were loyal to your mother. This is no welcome, this is an ambush.
“Mother, flee!” You shout and quickly reach over to pull out Ser Jason’s sword from his sheath since he’s right by you.
But just as you do the men sent to be your escort unsheath their weapons and fall upon the three guards that were protecting you.
The children then seem to sense the danger, they probably hear the metal scraping so they begin to wail, adding to the already high tension.
“Ser Jason! The children!” You command, and then watch as your mother's Queensguard begins to get slain; the first man to fall is Ser Harrold Darke with an axe to the head. And seconds later Ser Adrian Redfort is next, leaving one more, and a heavily wounded you.
“Mother,” you bellow and push Ser Jason away to reach your mother with energy borrowed from your adrenaline.
“Y/N!” Your mother calls back and grabs your arm before you twist around to try and swing at one guard.
However, as you leave your back exposed to the others, someone finds the chance to point a blade at your back, causing you to freeze and grip your mother's hand out of fear.
“Drop—”
No.
“The sword.”
Your eyes widen and a breath hitches in your throat before you drop the sword. When you turn around you see the unbelievable Ser Jason pointing a sword at you.
It’s actually him, you’re meeting his blue eyes, and you’re seeing his face. Ser Jason betrayed his Queen, he betrayed you.
“You bastard,” you grimace with a furious glare on your face.
“The children will be safe as long as you behave,” he counters in a cold unrecognizable voice.
You suck in your cheeks and pull your head back a little before you spit forward on his face. “Fuck you,” you spat.
Ser Jason sighs and wipes the spit off his face before he slaps his arm around your arm and shoves you forward, breaking you away from your mothers grasp.
“No, please my daughter,” your mother begs.
“Try anything and I’ll kill her,” Ser Alfred warns as he kills the last of your mother’s Queensgaurd.
You try to look at your mother, but then another guard comes to your other side and slaps his arm on your other arm.
If only you weren’t injured. If only Astraea wasn’t. But you are and she is too, so now all you can do is watch as men with spears walk up behind you to point their weapons at you, your mother, and the handmaidens carrying the children. You’re too weak to fight, even with adrenaline pumping in your blood with one hit and you’ll die. You barely made it out of this as it is.
So you have to give up and get marched at spearpoint through the castle gates, and into the castle ward where you come face to face with a dead man and dying dragon.
Because of course, Aegon is still fucking alive.
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