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itshermocrates · 7 months

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Of sapphires and pearls

["A Prince's shadow" side story featuring Satosugu in a Medieval-like setting]

You can read this without having read the main story!! And there's absolutely nothing explicit but there will be mentions of: sexual abuse, non-con, underage sex, child (sexual) abuse, prostitution, violence... So please be careful.

Satoru Gojo was born to trade with those who came from the other side of the sea. He was the heir to one of the most powerful families in the entire kingdom, and only the King could compete in wealth with the Gojo clan.

He was taught from a very early age to negotiate, to barge, persuade and outsmart anyone who could offer the family a good deal, or even access to the Far West Seas. He learned to use his words like small pieces of an intricate magic spell, and use them always accompanied by careful movements of his own body.

At times, using his words wasn't enough, and tilting his head with a slight pout on his lips was not as efficient as it should have been. He was still learning and quite young the first time this happened. But he was smart enough to know how things could turn out for him from then on if he repeated the same mistake ever again.

His skin still felt itchy when Satoru met the boy, a merchant's son with big dreams and a soft voice. He could soothe the black and blue still marking his body with no more than a few words.

He was not afraid of the power he held in between his fingers, and he did not stare at him in disgust when Satoru showed him his eyes for the first time.

That had been the most common reaction, an unsettling peek of what had to be a curse. Even if it was considered a gift by most elders in the Gojo family. He had been honored with the eyes of those who had brought greatness to their family after all.

The boy had been curious, mesmerized, even, but his mind quickly wandered to other questions, much more mundane and unexpected.

"They are beautiful… But, Satoru…" They never used titles, and the sweet little lord was very grateful for that. "Isn't the light too strong? Are you not hurt?"

Satoru freezed. He was hurt, but no one ever stopped to think about that. Not even his own family. His eyes had been described as divine, heavenly, even, they consumed every thought of those who had been privileged enough to see them.

The blue flooded their senses, and Satoru stopped being Satoru, stopped being a boy, and turned into something else. A strange creature everyone wanted to observe with overeager eyes. He was often treated as no more than an exotic beast, and yet, this sweet boy, son of a mediocre merchant, seemed to be genuinely worried about him.

How could Satoru prevent his heart from falling in love with him?

As the young Lord grew up, he learned all the ways a man could be convinced, turning his body into a vessel for any possible fantasy. In return, he only asked his family for one thing, to be able to share his knowledge with the boy of soft voice and big dreams.

Of course, Satoru did everything in his power to hide the most shameful aspects of his duties, the things he had to do to achieve some of his most ambitious goals. He didn’t know if he could stand the disappointment in the other boy’s eyes, and he feared that perhaps he could no longer look at him the way he did if he knew how he surrendered his body to all types of greedy men.

He was his friend, after all, his only friend. The only one he had ever been allowed to keep. He would rather die than lose him.

He was his only joy, and with him, he could simply forget about everything and imagine themselves crossing the sea insearch of new treasures to discover, new foods and even new colors!

“Satoruu…” His laugh twisted the sounds that formed his name in the most beautiful way. He could hear them all day without ever growing bored of them. “How could you find new colors? There can’t be new colors!”

“Why?! I’m telling you, we will never know! Not until we travel there.”

“Then we should go, Satoru.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, sure. There’s no need for us to stay here to negotiate with the people from the Far West, we could visit them ourselves.”

“Are you serious?” He didn’t believe his words.

“Of course I am, don’t you want to go? Don’t tell me you are scared now, Satoru…”

Even if the other boy wanted to tease him, the young Lord was too excited, too happy, to feel even the slightest annoyance. And in his caramel eyes there was nothing but love to offer him.

Satoru crawled over the sand and threw himself over the boy, hugging him as if only that could stop him from disappearing.

“Satoru, you are covered in sand! Get off!”

“I don’t want to!”

It wasn’t uncommon for them to spend hours on the beach, swimming or simply exploring the coast and the little caves carved by the sea. It was not rare either to be touchy, especially for Satoru, who could only find comfort in him. It could seem ridiculous, but the Lord only knew what it felt to be happy, to be at ease, when he was by this low merchant’s side.

The other boy chuckled, embracing the body above his own for a few seconds. Satoru melted against his touch, feeling his heart beating slower and steadier as his senses were filled with him. Then the young merchant rolled over the sand, flipping them over with a quick movement to mercilessly tickle the Lord.

“You should stop complaining about sand making your skin feel itchy if you keep acting this careless, Satoru.”

The Lord wailed, unable to contain a laugh that resonated within his ribcage as he struggled to escape from beneath the other boy.

“No! Wait! S-stop! No, no, no, no…”

It was useless. He was sitting over Satoru’s thighs, and while one hand resumed the torture, the other had captured his wrist in a strong hold, nailing it to the ground right next to his head.

“Stop, please! I s-surrender! I surrendeeer…”

The merchant wore a big smile on his face when he leaned forward, placing his now free hand on the other side of the Lord’s head. They stared at each other for what it seemed to be ages, lost in the other’s features. Eyes, smile, nose, lips, heavy breaths…

“I would go all over the world with you, Suguru.”

He hadn’t recovered from their little fight yet, and his voice had sounded much softer than expected. But not less true.

Without even thinking about what he was doing, Satoru raised his hand to cup Suguru’s cheek, caressing his skin with slow motions as he allowed himself to be consumed by a gaze filled with warmth, and love.

The kisses that came afterwards, the touches and praises, the promises, it all came naturally for them. And as years passed by, their bond only seemed to grow stronger and deeper. They were happy, things were going great for them in every way, and they had started to discreetly build their own ship.

They wanted to explore the seas, know the cities they oftenly traded with, learn about their cultures and see for themselves what the world had to offer. They had so many plans, so many dreams, and soon they could finally sail together, heading to those lands they had only ever dared to fantasize about.

Everything was possible for the young Lord and his dearest merchant, or, at least, it seemed to be until that fatal day. When Suguru discovered what Satoru had to do behind the scenes sometimes to get the deals his family pushed him to secure, something inside of him changed. He loved Satoru, he still did, but he couldn’t believe the joy in his eyes to be real when he looked at Suguru, now knowing the price he had to pay for it.

Knowing the prison Satoru had been forced to grow up in, and all the things he had to sacrifice to keep him by his side.

Suguru didn’t have the heart to tell him that he knew, to make him aware of how his mind would drift to the most horrible places, disgusting scenarios where Satoru always ended up humiliated and in pain. He couldn’t see the world in the same way anymore, and specially, he couldn’t see nobility in the same way.

He didn’t blame Satoru, but now there was a certain sadness in his eyes when he looked at him. And the rest of them, all the other noble men and women, they all were scum. They were the reason Satoru had to go through a living hell in the first place.

All of them, with their pompous clothes and expensive jewels, with their stupid protocols, designed only to boost their gluttonous egos. They were all fucking rotten inside, and didn’t deserve the privileges they had been granted.

Now he knew that, and he despised the fact that he had ever wanted to be like them, to be part of that insidious group. It made him feel sick, and he couldn’t stand to see Satoru walking side by side with those greedy bastards. Because of this, he started to miss meetings, important evenings filled with negotiations and business proposals. He couldn’t do it.

Satoru worried, of course, but he trusted him so much he never even questioned his excuses. He was also pretty easy to distract, his mere presence seemed enough to make him lose his focus and devote himself only to him.

Suguru didn’t know if he could be there for much longer, and as doubts started to consume every waking thought, his dreams turned into nightmares and he found himself on the verge of collapse. Then, a very unfortunate conversation reached his ears, and he simply stopped caring about holding back.

“You must try it, my Lord. He wailed like one of those cheap whore fishermen pay for near the harbor.”

“Really?”

“Yes, he’s a nasty one.”

“Those eyes of his made him appear all pure and flawless, when he’s just as depraved as they can be, is he not?”

“Oh, yes, indeed. And his hole? He’s such a tight fit, you must try it, my Lord. It’s almost as if you were fucking a virgin!”

Their laughs echoed in his mind like notes of an old instrument no longer of use to any musician. It was noise, discordant sounds trapped inside his skull until those filthy words were the only thing he could hear or think about.

He killed them. He killed them all right where they had disrespected Satoru Gojo, an error they wouldn’t commit ever again. And once the blood was spilled for the first time, it only felt easier to make it pour out of new bodies when Suguru found other noblemen that had boldly stated their interest in the young Lord.

Crimson stained his hands and clothes again, and again, and again. He didn’t count the corpses he left behind, but he was sure all of those men had forced themselves upon Satoru, or, at least, were waiting for their chance to.

The trail of blood he was leaving behind was growing out of hand, and while he didn’t have any reason to stop, he didn’t want Satoru to witness his execution. He didn’t want Satoru to sacrifice himself even more to save him. He knew very well it would have been impossible, too many important families had lost their firstborn sons because of him, and those twisted creatures would turn the world upside down before letting him go.

He had to run away, and what could possibly be better than the very ship they had been building together to do so?

It was a beautiful cog they had commissioned to the best shipyard on their side of the sea, a gift for themselves with splendid sails and a name yet to be decided. Suguru took a few things to carry with him, hired the first few men he found in the harbor and prepared himself for departure.

All those years living in the fortress with Satoru didn’t feel real when he stared at the castle from the ship deck. They were more like a dream he had refused to wake up from, stretching the fantasy way too much in hopes of turning it into something more than the delusions of a low merchant’s son. It was not his place, and he felt sorry for Satoru, for leaving him behind, but it was the best. For both of them.

He didn’t want a life of fear for Satoru. He didn’t want to turn the young Lord into a runaway, an exotic bandit with a colossal bounty on his head and a very known name. They would never let him go. Satoru Gojo was one of their own, and they would never allow him to be something else.

He didn’t want him to give up on all the things he enjoyed as a nobleman either. All the privileges, luxuries and most importantly, the peace of knowing he would always have a roof above his head and a good meal waiting for at the table. Despite everything, Satoru liked his life as a nobleman, the comforts, the events, the tournaments, the arts… He loved to be surrounded by people who wanted to be just like him, to be him, and he loved to outsmart people twice his age and equally rich.

Even if he sometimes lost catastrophically, Satoru loved to play their game. He could see it in his eyes. And if there was someone truly worthy of a title, that would be him. Suguru wished everyone was a bit more like him, and a bit less like beasts blinded by their own urges and twisted desires.

He turned his back on the fortress, ready to leave it all behind, despite the heaviness in his heart.

“SUGURU!”

The young Lord called his name in a desperate cry, running across the harbor to get as close to the ship as he could. When the merchant turned again, it was to see Satoru’s expression, heartbroken and breathless, visibly shaking even from that distance.

He tried his best to keep his emotions at bay, but he had never seen Satoru like that.

“Is it true?! Did you kill those men?”

It was just a matter of seconds before the ship left the realm for good.

“I killed no man, Satoru. Those were no better than any wild animal royals like to hunt for fun.”

“Then it is true? Why?! Why did you do it, Suguru?! What did they even…”

The answer presented itself before his very eyes. He knew Satoru would be smart enough to figure it out, but he was not prepared to see the utter shame in his eyes as he watched Suguru sail away from him.

He opened his mouth, but not a single sound came out of it, and before it was too late to say goodbye, Suguru gathered the strength he needed to speak to him one last time.

“I wish things were different, Satoru, but my place is not by your side, and we shouldn’t have pretended otherwise.”

The Lord fell to his knees with tears running down his cheeks. That would be the last thing Suguru would ever see of him.

Some time after that, reports of a ship ruled by a ruthless pirate would arrive at Satoru's desk. A crew with a notorious preference for luxurious cargo meant to please noblemen of all over the kingdom. There was little information about their captain or where they could be selling the stolen goods, however, multiple witnesses had been able to see the cog’s name.

He could feel his heart on his throat, choking him as if it wanted to kill its host, when written in messy handwriting, Satoru read The Honored One.

If you want to read more of this Au, I highly encourage you to check the main story in here. Chapter 2 is still in the making but I can tell you that Satoru will make a special appereance in there too~ I hope you liked it!

#jjk fic #stsg angst #stsg #sgst #medieval au #pirate aesthetics #stsg fic #gojo satoru #geto suguru #one shot #emotional angst #open ending #problematic content #nobleman satoru gojo #merchant suguru geto #tragedy

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treetownconfessions · 1 month

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hey mod i got curious about what the fuck dol was qjen you posted tjat ask so insearched it up and found myself engrosswd on it. also i did fanart of it

thanks mod you are like my dad but without the leaving for cigarettes part

its deeply engrossing.

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gyutaro-shabana-upper6 · 2 months

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Eclair runs over to the enterntaiment district, insearch of her demon friend, Gyutaro. After spotting him, She waved to him and held out a gift. She appeared to be out of their slayer uniform as well. "Happy Valentines day, Gyutaro-san! I brought you something you might like."

She hands out a big box of chocolates. "I understand that you can't eat normal food, so I and Phoebe made special ones just for demons. All the blood in them is from terrible people that deserved it. Phoebe's words, not mine. I hope it tastes great!"

*As soon as Gyutaro lays his eyes on Eclair he gets a big smile on his face*

Oh! This is for me...?

*he blushes deeply*

Th-thank you! This is so thoughtful of you... They look delicious.

Is it ok if I hug you...?

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #cursetopia #💚 replies

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coffeenuts · 1 year

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Roseate Spoonbill Insearch Of Nesting Material copy by Judylynn M. https://flic.kr/p/2oiEBMA

#IFTTT #Flickr

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riversofnoor · 2 years

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How the Salaf hid their deeds insearch of Ikhlâs (sincerity):

Hammâd bin Zayd said, “Ayyûb was such that a hadîth would be narrated to him, which would soften his heart and cause his eyes to shed tears. So when a tear would come to him, he would wipe his nose saying, ‘What a severe cold!’ He would show that he had a cold in order to hide his crying...” ~Siyâr ‘l-A`lâm an-Nubalâ’~

#ikhlas #ramadan

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Yandere Warrior King Bakugo x POC reader | The Husband I Don’t Need Pt. I

At first he was simply another suitor on the list

One that didn’t bother to show up on the trial dates

You didn’t actually meet him until you were traversing on your favorite game of tag with your giant pet

You weren’t far behind them before you heard their whimpers going in the opposite direction of your route

Immediately changing gear you speed up to find a red dragon trying to carry your baby (p/n) off by their scruff (if they have one)

Your protective instincts kicking in gear you deliver a high kick crashing down on the dragon’s head

Effectively dizzy your baby is released and you comfort them

“Hey! What’d you do to my dragon!?”

Topless and covered in dirt Katsuki Bakugo calls to you from within the brush of the surrounding wood

“Just what he deserves for daring to touch my baby.”

You proceeded to lead your oversized pet back to the side of the forest you came in

“Huh?!”

He was gearing up to fight you

You were so quick to dismiss him

Forget whatever the old hag said about ‘not attacking random people in the forest’

He ran to punch you in the back of the head but before he could so much as graze you you ducked turning only to kick him so hard in the stomach you launched him into the head of his still recovering

When the future king awakes its dark and your gone

So when he arrives back home with a bunch of broken ribs he’s reluctant to tell anyone how some chic/guy effortlessly beat him in one move

He’d proceed to go to the same area and force his wary dragon to seek out your pet after months of recovery and training

Unfortunately now you’re free time was taken up by the reclaim of your rebellious subsections of the kingdom

Your kingdom was the product of barbarians and the intelligent joining forces

Over the tyrannical rule of your grandfather the united sections of these ideals were at odds and it was your job to fix that

Thus it required you to reconnect and build bridges

One of those bridges being marriage and the uniting or at least allying of a similarly run kingdom

Forced to see the Warrior kingdom candidate you conspire with the Queen to catch him off guard

So during his training session where he challenges the members of his guard to practice you make your move

You make a show of hiding your identity mocked at the strangeness of your outfit

You go easy on him feeding his greedy ego until you decide its best to reveal yourself

Automatically recognized as an outsider your grand reveal also gives the results of a test that you made every suitor participate in

It was to see the people’s reaction towards you

Long ago when your intelligent and barbaric kingdoms merged it was by the people’s demonstration of acceptance that encouraged the change

Of course there was pushback but your ancestors fought those voices and had paved the way for the world to follow

Sown and sullied by your own flesh and blood you were going to relight the beacon for change

But a more adverse group against your cause would be much more difficult and your kingdom was fragile

You had to choose your battles wisely

After beating the prince you nearly forgot was there you declined the Queen and King returning home insearch of another suitor

Unfortunately now that Katsuki Bakugo was given a glimpse of what he couldn’t beat he just had to have you:

You were in more refined clothes, stuffy and uncomfortable but it was the way the Todoroki Kingdom ran. You sat waiting in the courtyard as the now-King Shoto Todoroki greeted you as happily as his monotone voice could.

“(Y/n)!”

“Sho, it's good to see you in that crown.”

“Good. I’d hope you didn’t lend so many of your people to aid me if I didn’t.”

Hugging one another he offered his arm as he led you through the castle to his garden. You had become colleagues along your diplomatic expeditons and his rebellion-starting ones. When you had divulged your plan about settling in hopes of returning your kingdom to its former glory he offered to fill the space as flattered as you were, promising you’d be back if no one else filled the ballot. Alas you were back and he wasn’t upset.

“I’m surprised you would wear something so restricting it's not like you need to anymore.”

“I know but try telling that to Doma, dude was jumping at the chance to dress me up. “

You two were simply talking, rekindling your friendship after your hiatus. Sitting in the grass enjoying the white rose bushes he had put in place to honor his mother. You two were getting along just fine before some gusts of wind nearly blew Shoto and if it weren’t for you holding himin place.

“HEY YOU!!”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT!!!”

All you two could see was his spikey haired silhouette on that same red dragon. You recognized him and you were not pleased. The Warrior Prince speaks again pointing this time.

“YOU’RE GONNA MARRY ME!”

“What the Heck! NO I’M NOT!”

You could hear the sassy eye-roll, as if you were insane, and then if that wasn’t enough you could hear him call his dragon.

“Just grab ‘em, they’re in for a rude awakening.”

“IF THAT DRAGON TOUCHES ME I'M GOING TO DROP KICK THE BOTH OF YOU.”

The dragon promptly retreats despite its master’s cries and you can’t help but chuckle as Shoto looks on bewildered.

“You turning down Bakugo?”

“Yeah, he’s such a try-hard.”

You were sure his ego would be hurt enough to just give up by now but underestimating that would be your mistake.

#yandere mha #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #yandere harem #yandere bnha #yandere bakugou #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yanderes #yandere warrior bakugo #warrior katsuki bakugo #poc reader #yandere x poc reader #yandere x y/n

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unravellingsilencehq · 1 year

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PANIC ON THE STREETS... OF LONDON

“Panic on the streets of London Panic on the streets of Birmingham I wonder to myself Could life ever be sane again?” - Panic, The Smiths (1986)

tw: blood, violence

The sound of music, clinking glasses and raised voices were heard long into the night. Events like these bring the strangest of people together, which is why some may have found it peculiar to see [MARLENE MCKINNON] with [ROSALINE DAVIS] arguing loudly about the last Ministry sanctioned event. Amongst them [ANNABETH PEBWORTH], [ANDROMEDA BLACK], [EDWARD TONKS] and [CORDELIA DAVIS] weighed in, though as some can attest that evening, some were more hinderance than help when trying to hush the scene that turned many heads.

But no one turns heads quite like [GILDEROY LOCKHART] who spent his evening rubbing shoulders with the pure-blood elite, namely [BELLATRIX BLACK], [RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE] and [REGULUS BLACK], who didn’t seem too impressed by his confidence and tendancy to talk about himself rather proudly.

Another proud peacock also drew attention that evening, [LUCIUS MALFOY] found himself a thorn between beautiful roses [VALERIA BULLSTRODE], [ANDRESSA PARKINSON] and [NARCISSA MALFOY] where the term flustered was quite frequently used until his cousin [CALLIOPE MALFOY] appeared and offered him a napkin for his “sweaty upper lip”.

Calliope signaled the chaos that was about to ensure that evening. Swanning into the event with a letter from Voldemort in their pocket, they selected Valeria as their prey, lured them into Knockturn Alley, had them wait for a moment alone and reappear as a werewolf. Claws extended, they attacked Valeria, waiting until she was unconcious to shift back into their human form. Taking Valeria’s hand they dragged her blood across their skirt, ripped it in a few places and emerged from the alley giving an oscar worthy performance.

Falling into Lucius arms, Calliope told of a wolf on the run who had attacked Valeria. Cordelia ran to her aid and began working to save her, but little did she know she’d have her work cut out for her that out.

In the distance a howl...

A werewolf burst through the doors of Mr Mulpepper’s Apothecary, attacking everything in sight.

First it was Rodolphus Lestrange, down in one foul slash of it’s claws. Andromeda Black let out a blood curdling scream, pulling out her wand and managing to fend it off long enough for Annbeth Pebworth and [DOUGAL MCKINNON] to help her. The group hit it with some spells that sent it flying into Cobb & Webb’s, before it took off insearch of it’s next target.

Andressa Parkinson was talking with Lucius when it advanced upon her, slicing her up with it’s tallons before quickly turning to Rosaline Davis where it clawed down her arm. Luckily, Dougal had sealed the monster’s mouth closed, leaving it unable to bite anyone. Annabeth then froze the creature, until Calliope Malfoy, still not finished creating chaos, muttered a reversal spell under their breath letting the wolf go free.

Annabeth and Dougal were not going to let it leave, but although battered and bruised the wolf was still too quick and made off in the direction of Hyde Park.

Before it could, it caught a scent. Familiar, that made all of the fur on it’s back stand on edge...

Bellatrix Black had been searching for Rabastan, confused as to why Calliope was in the alley yet a wolf was still attacking.

She’d seen that face before, knew those eyes, the markings.

“Corin Hale.” She said under her breath, her eyes wide.

With that the wolf howled just once more, long, deep and sad before running off out of the alleys, leaving Cordelia Davis and Edward Tonks to treat the wounded and apperate them to the hopsital and Bellatrix to consider the grave effects of Corin’s escape.

#lsrp #lsrpg #supernatural rp #supernatural #literature rp #mature rp #urhqplotdrop

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