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cafeinthemoon · 1 year

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Ruins - Part X

Chapter 10/?

Wordcount 3,5k

Title Part X

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Pairing Hades x reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: none

Tagging @darling-imobsessed @holdyourwine (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment here or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: A cute conclusion to the revelation of the previous chapter ❤🥺 I loved working on this one bc its primarily about communication. I've noticed that in all my stories the problems between the characters happen bc of lack/fail at communication, and the solution for them is always an honest conversation. It's essential in this story in particular bc the couple had just a few opportunities to talk and bc of the nature of their relationship itself, that is, a god and a human that might be turned into an immortal in the future.

I know there are no big issues or adversities happening here, but that was never the main goal when I had the idea for this ff. Instead, the challenges lie in what's not being told by the characters: the beginning of their relationship, the changes it represents in their lives and how it will affect the ones around them. I guess I always wanted to work on a story that brings up these themes and I've been discussing them in other stories on different levels, but this one is where I'm most comfortable doing it.

Hope you enjoy this one ;)

If anyone saw you the moment you heard those words, they wouldn’t see the expected, inflamed reaction from you, for no words left your mouth and your body remained static, but a closer look at your widened, bright eyes and at your hands entwined with his, gripping on them in an unconscious frenzy, would leave no doubts that each part of your soul was shaken by those words.

A woman. You.

Three short, simple words that stirred and changed everything you thought you knew about your dreams in a way the books and references couldn’t do. Suddenly, all the blank spaces were filled, but with an answer that your modesty would never let you consider – that you would have any level of importance to an ancient, powerful individual to the point of living in his night visions for months like a prophecy.

None of these subtleties, of course, escaped the attentive eyes of the King of the Underworld. With a smile, he observed your hands together; then, with the same smile, he raised his eyes to meet yours.

– Apparently, you couldn’t see me in the dream, so I considered it a sign that the time to reveal myself to you hasn’t come yet – he explained – This is why I didn’t tell you my name right in our first encounter, and why I gave you the enigma to solve.

That made sense, you thought.

But you also wanted to test my intelligence, my Lord.

As if guessing this thought, his smile widened.

– I confess I had fun with the way you said you would give me the answer in our next encounter. I liked your confidence there. But I never had any doubt that you’d find them, not only because my faith in the dream’s message, but primarily because of your wisdom and dedication.

Well, you didn’t see that coming.

– Dedication? – you frowned – What do you mean, my Lord? Because, except for the first time we met, when did you have opportunities to witness any dedication from my part?

Still smiling, Hades brushed your hair behind your ear; apparently, your confusion was adorable to him. But he didn’t deny you an explanation.

– I arrived at Valhalla a few days before you. I’ve come to make my own researching at the library. I was looking for your picture in books of all the pantheons I could remember, believing you were one of their goddesses, but the most attractive faces in them didn’t have the slightest resemblance with yours. My frustration was indescribable. And it only ended one morning, when I saw you entering the library and stopping at the Oneiric section – his finger curled your hair with a soft gesture before moving away – Can you imagine my surprise when I noticed you were human? A curious, mortal woman drowning in the pages of books older than herself, seeking for answers she wasn’t even sure to exist. I kept observing as you read, took your notes and compared information, and each minute that passed I was more impressed. You were just like I saw you in my dream, restless, surrounded by ruins in a strange world, but unlike there, here you seemed to know exactly what to do. And I’ve never seen something more beautiful – his fingers caressed your jawline – I needed to see you more times, so the next day I came back to the library by the same hour and took the same spot as before. I just knew you would come back, for whatever the answers you were looking for, it wouldn’t take just one day to find them. And I was right. This happened for an entire month, until that day when we talked.

Those events were fresh in your mind, and the mention of them made you relive all of that. However, finding out you weren’t alone in your seeking changed it into... something else.

– When I read your notes and heard the description of your dreams, it was like finding the last piece for this puzzle – he continued – But things like this take time, not only to be unraveled but also to be processed. And, in my experience, the latter case uses to take longer. Here’s another reason why I didn’t tell you everything at once: I didn’t want to scare you right in the beginning of your stay in Valhalla, a place where people are meant to find peace, neither I wanted to burden you. You see, no matter how much I wished to meet you, to hear your voice and to speak to you, you didn’t know me yet. And, judging by what happened at the party, I’m afraid I’m still a stranger to you.

You swallowed. Though you were raised in what you understood to be a loving family, this discernment, this consideration for your feelings touched a string in your heart that you’ve never noticed to be there.

Since you were a little girl, you’ve heard the older people speak about the gods as powerful, self-centered individuals, whose desires and rules should be taken into account in each decision of your life, but you were not to expect anything slightly close to this in return. This inequality never made sense to you, but you had no interest in challenging those beings and bring their wrath over you, so you never thought too much about it.

Change only came when you met Hades for the first time. Yes, he was not the first god you met – Hermes was the first, and he always treated you well – but the King of Hellheim was the one who defied your perception of the divine beings on a personal level, and he did it in just a few days.

And you just needed to show this to him. You needed to tell him that, after this, you were everything but strangers to each other.

– Even when I couldn’t see you in my dreams and we haven’t talked but a few times, this is not the way I feel about you, Hades-sama – you kept stroking his hands upon your thigh – Being with you… feels good. It feels right, like I’ve never felt about anyone’s company before. Since I can remember, I feel like I’ve always been running from place to place without knowing where to stop. This somehow ended when I found you, my Lord. It was like having a voice telling me that now I can rest, because this is where I’m supposed to be – you sighed – However, I’m still a human and you’re still a god. So, when I left you at the party, it was because I thought I was crossing a line. I tried to convince myself that I was doing the right thing... but every inch of my body spoke in opposition to that.

You held his hand – the one with which he just caressed you – and brought it close to your face again. You turned your lips to it and left a kiss on his palm.

– I wanted to believe I made the right decision, but I just knew I was going to regret it. So... thank you for not giving up on me, my Lord.

That time, Hades’ next step was like a matching response to your kiss, your most passionate act toward him since you met: holding your face with both hands, he approached and gave you a long, soft kiss on your forehead.

– How could I do something like that? – he whispered – Do you even know why you’ve been dreaming with Hellheim? Or why I’ve been seeing you there?

That was something he didn’t tell you yet. The reason why the Dream Lords united you in the first place. Indeed, it would have been stupid of you to go away without knowing this, to say the least.

– That’s right. I don’t know – you replied – Why exactly were we having these dreams? What kind of fate waits for us?

The smile he had for you now was gentle, almost sweet.

– To explain this, let me ask you one question. Have you any idea of where that place in our dreams is located?

– No, I… I confess I never thought of it until now.

His thumbs stroked your cheeks as he spoke, his voice as calm as the water of the fountain.

– That is a place near my castle. It was left untouched for thousands of years, which explains the ruins, but I’ve been guarding it for this whole time, waiting for the day when I would finally fulfill my purpose concerning it.

– And what purpose is this, my Lord?

– To build a home for my family… The one I’d eventually create with my wife.

Your eyes burned at that revelation, and a tear rolled from the right one. Your chest ached with the strength of your heartbeats. So… this was the reason for all of this. The reason why you’ve never been happier than when you were at that very place in his company, and why running away from him almost caused you physical pain.

Why everything finally seemed to be in their right place.

– Your wife… me…

With his thumb, Hades wiped the tear from your face.

– Now you understand why I couldn’t tell you everything at once? There are some things I myself don’t understand yet, but I hope I can figure them out with you.

You breathed deep and laughed as more tears came out.

– I… I can only say the same… – you looked away, your voice a whisper – But... I am a human being, my Lord. I suppose I could never live away from Midgard for too long. And, one day, I will…

You shrugged, not willing to complete the sentence. He made you look at him again, wiping your tears. You sensed a change in his tone.

– I know. And I have something to propose: you stay in Valhalla for the entire period of guardianship, and we use this time to know each other and to figure out what we have to do to make this work. By the end of this period, you tell me what you want to do: if you want to return to Midgard and continue to live your life as a human, I am not stopping you; but, if you want to stay with me, there’s a way for you to do it… endlessly.

You moved in your spot.

– Endlessly… Could it be…?

– Yes. It’s called Psyche’s ritual, in honor of the first Midgard woman to leave mortality behind to join her lover – he explained – We’ll still have opportunities to talk about it in the future, so you don’t need to worry for now. What I can tell you in this moment is that it includes the consumption of ambrosia. Usually, it is forbidden for humans, but there are exceptions when it has to do with fate.

Psyche. Yes, the story was well known in your land even when it happened long before you were born: the young princess who married the god of Love and went through many adversities to stay by his side; in the end, she became immortal due to the ambrosia offered by Zeus, and she has lived with her husband until this day.

And to think that the same was being offered to me now… Do I really deserve this?

After a moment of deliberation, this was the first thing you said:

– So… this is why you prepared me a place by your side on the table, Hades-sama? And why you asked your brothers to stay with me until we met again? I mean… you wanted me to be among the gods so I would know what is like to be one of them?

Hades smiled.

– Partly, yes. But the main reason is that I was eager to have you by my side.

– Well, that’s an honor, of course, but… – you shook your head in a sad gesture – I don’t think they would accept me so easily…

He took your hands into a firm grip when he heard this. The seriousness with which he replied to you made you shiver, though his words didn’t lack gentleness.

– Accept you? Y/n, let me explain something to you. There is no such thing among us. When a god or a goddess is born, or when someone from a different nature is brought to the state of divinity, they have a place and a purpose to dedicate their life to, and this doesn’t change as long as they stay loyal to it. When a god appears, things are what they are; there’s nothing the other gods can do about it. It is true that some of us don’t get along with each other, but this has nothing to do with acceptance – he sighed – The only thing that might shake their moods is the Psyche’s ritual, but only because it is extremely rare. Still, it doesn’t change the rules.

You looked around you, to the moths flying between the purple lights, to the flowers touched by the breeze and the insects upon their petals, and felt grateful for having them to distract your eyes while you tried to process the things you just heard. You've expected many things when you found out you were going to be sent to the divine lands, but having the opportunity of becoming a goddess yourself – and the wife of one of the most important gods there – wasn't among them.

You chose your words carefully.

– You’re right, my Lord. I will really need a long time to understand all of this before making any decision. Because, you see, things aren’t that simple among us humans. When we are born, acceptance is essential, and after we grow up, we keep seeking for it, whether we realize it or not – you shrugged – Maybe my view on this will change in the future, but for now I can’t see things differently. Besides...

You fell silent, trying to figure out the best way to bring up what you thought it was the most delicate point of the conversation. Hades didn’t interrupt or rush you, and was all ears when you decided to speak.

– There’s something I need to know... in case I choose to return to Midgard.

– And what is it?

You looked into his eyes, as to not miss his reaction to what you were going to say.

– How can I be sure that I won’t be cursed for defying fate? – you swallowed – I mean... I don’t want to offend you, my Lord, but, as far as I know, you gods aren’t always willing to show mercy when we are not compliant. So I need to know what will happen to me if I end up saying no to you.

Hades took your right hand and imitated your gesture, bringing it to his lips and leaving a tender kiss on your palm. You were somehow relieved to see that, instead of offended or frustrated, he was rather satisfied with this question.

– Listen. If you’re given the choice of returning to your home and you opt for it, I will make sure this decision will be respected, so that fate mustn’t have any power over you, my y/n. I won’t discuss the tempers of my pairs here, but you don’t need to be afraid – and, giving your hand another kiss, – Because it’s not with them you're dealing with.

Your hand trembled while touching his face, his lips, close to your skin as he spoke, his jawline and chin, and your eyes burned as new tears came to them. You couldn’t say you loved Hades already – there hasn’t been enough time for love to grow yet – but you came to admire and respect him like no other, and these feelings only got deeper with each demonstration of care, of regard for your worries (even though he didn’t entirely understand them) and his patience despite your doubts; he has been treating you as an equal, as if he was already able to see you as one, to see the life you could build together, and his faith in it was apparent in everything he has done for you, in a way that not even your fears made him give up.

However, there cannot be space for fear when one is in awe, and you were. You didn’t know many things yet, and you couldn’t guess the future, but you were willing to give it a chance, to make yourself known to him.

For if it felt right to be with him, it would be right to stay.

Before you could stop yourself, you were approaching him on the bench; your fingers caressed his hair, brushing it behind his ear.

– This is all I need to know to make my decision – you whispered – But truth is that this is what I want since the start, Hades-sama: I want to be with you, to come to know you... and to learn how to love you, my Lord. So, my answer is yes – you no longer restrained your smile – I’m staying.

The King of the Underworld allowed himself a passionate response that time: surrounding you with his arms, he pulled you to a comforting embrace, kissing the top of your head.

– Thank you for choosing to stay, y/n – he mumbled on your hair, caressing it with his fingers – Thank you for trusting me.

You inhaled deeply, appreciating his fragrance, the softness of his garment’s fabric, hearing his breath, the noises of the nightly creatures around and the murmur of the fountain. You still couldn’t believe how things went: early that day, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to find the answer to Hades’ enigma, but a casual episode with two girls gave you the clue you needed to unravel everything; just a moment ago, you were crying to Hermes, begging for permission to go back to Midgard and forget about Valhalla, but now you were resting in Hades’ arms, not wanting to be in anywhere else. You were finally in peace, and safe.

Isn’t it scary how things happen? Isn't it wonderful too?

You spent a moment like this, indulging in this soft interaction until he held your face in his hands and placed a kiss on your temple; from there, he didn’t take long to reach your right cheek, still clingy by the tears, and then the corner of your mouth, to which you held your breath. If he carried on, it wouldn’t be your first kiss, but did it matter? He was god, a King and could be your husband in the near future. He was already your first in many things.

Hades moved away a bit when he sensed your hesitation.

– Is this too much for you?

– No – you touched his lips with your thumb, smiling at how they were fresh and smooth under your skin – I want it too.

You closed your eyes and he went ahead.

You felt his fingers under your chin, making you approach him, then he reached for your hands and passed them around his neck while tasting your lips.

Before you could understand how, his hands surrounded your body and held you tight; when you noticed, you were placed on his lap. You startled with shyness, then giggled as you sensed the grip of his left hand on your waist and his right one on your knee, bringing you even closer. You kissed for the second time, but now the kiss was longer, warmer, as for you to sense, to know each other in a way the words wouldn’t do: your spread lips created a timid gap, as an invitation, quickly accepted by him, who touched your tongue with his own, and you let a tiny moan escape while your fingers curled in his hair.

With his fingers, he brushed your hair away from your shoulder, leaving delicate kisses on your exposed neck and smelling your skin, and for a moment you felt like a flower in his hands. Your left hand was leaning on his shoulder, but with your right one you tried and touched him, your fingers drawing the lines of his neck, his jaw and his ear, pointy just like an elf’s; when you touched its tip, he laughed, his breath upon your skin provoking the same reaction on you.

Heavens, I would never imagine he was ticklish!

– I can’t believe you just found my weakness – he mumbled against your neck – Guess there’s no way back from this…

– What do you mean, my Lord? – you chuckled – It was just a funny accident!

– What do I mean? This is what I mean – you let out a little gasp when you felt a soft bite on your lobe, followed by a kiss – I’m going to have to find your weakness as well. It’s fair, don’t you agree?

– I do – you closed your eyes, indulging in that sweet game – It’s fair enough.

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #snv #ror #snv x reader #ror x reader #svn hades #ror hades #snv hades x reader #ror hades x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie hades #record of ragnarok hades

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reynold-eckhart-supremacy · 11 months

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I haven't done an intro post yet, so I'm just going to put a VADD fanfic I wrote to start off. It contains spoilers-- actually I may accidentally drop spoilers after completely forgetting that there exist people that haven't read the Villains are Destined to Die Novel, so BEWARE.

Also, I'm a Reynold stan -- this account is dedicated to him -- but if you want to send asks for another fanfic (you probably won't since my writing is nothing special and you're about to see that for yourself), I can do that for you too.

Lastly, if you actually read my fanfics or even just look at my blogs in general, take some of this: ❤❤❤❤❤. I'll pray you get to meet your very own Reynold in life. Here, I'll even bless your eyes right here and now for reading this far --

Anyway, here it is. My fanfic I mean. Kinda weird but ok:

Late at night, when the moon was high in the sky, Reynold quietly snuck into the palace through the secret path he had discovered. Determined to have some fun and meet his niece after what felt like years but was actually only a few hours, he tiptoed through the corridors until he reached Judy's room. Why did he have to do this, you ask? The answer is simple. He had been banned from entering the imperial palace after getting caught a week ago teaching Judith how cigarette kisses were done by Duke Eckhart. He insisted the former Duke was lying, but then Judy started asking Penelope to cigarette kiss her and who else could teach her that, honestly. Side note, Callisto cigarette kisses Penelope later, except with candy… I'll write about this later. REDO--

Late at night, when the moon was high in the sky, Reynold quietly snuck into the palace through the secret path he had discovered. Determined to have some fun and meet his niece after what felt like years, he tiptoed through the corridors until he reached Judy's room. They had planned to meet the previous night when he snuck in for the first time after being banned from entering the imperial palace by his sister yet again. He brushed his bangs to the side, thinking about how unfair it was that literally anyone could come and see his niece at any time but he couldn't and whispered a curse. "Dammit. Damn my fucking life." Ok, maybe it was more than just a curse. Feeling a little better, he quietly pushed the door open.

Judy, who was wide awake and waiting for him, greeted him with a cute smile. "Uncle Reynold, you're here!" she whispered excitedly.

Reynold put his finger to his lips, signaling her to keep quiet, feeling excited about seeing his niece. Nobody could separate them. "Shhh, we have to be sneaky," he whispered back. "I learned something cool earlier and thought to share it with you, Judy." he said, entering her room and closing the door behind him.

Judy's eyes sparkled with anticipation. She loved their secret night-time adventures..

Reynold pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, flipping it open to a page filled with doodles and funny drawings. "Tonight, my dear Judy, we're going to learn the ancient art of speaking in silly accents," he declared, smiling his stupidly cuter that Judy's grin.

Judy giggled, covering her mouth to stifle the sound. "Silly accents? Like what, Uncle?"

Reynold cleared his throat dramatically and began speaking in a comically exaggerated accent. "Well, my darling niece, we shall start with the renowned 'Penguin Accent.' You must speak as if you have a beak and waddle around like a penguin. Watch me!"

And, on that note, Reynold actually demonstrated his best penguin impersonation, waddling around the room and flapping his arms. Judy burst into laughter, unable to contain her amusement.

Meanwhile, Penelope, who had been woken by a nightmare, sensed that something was amiss. Concerned for her daughter's well-being, she quietly approached Judy's room, with Callisto trailing behind.

As they opened the door, they were greeted by a sight that made them both gasp in surprise. There was Reynold, wearing a silly penguin hat and speaking in an outrageous accent, while Judy mimicked his actions, laughing uncontrollably.

Penelope's jaw dropped in utter shock, but quickly recovered and gritted her teeth in annoyance while Callisto couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of the situation.

"Reynold. Eckhart." she hissed through her teeth.

Caught off guard, Reynold froze mid-waddle, his face turning beet-red. "Uh. P-Penelope! Th-that… this… this isn't what you think it is, I… We were just having a bit of fun, you know… teaching Judy some… unique skills!," he stammered, trying to find an explanation.

"You were banned from entering the palace because your personality was rubbing off on her!! If you were going to visit-- Wait how did you even get here?!"

"Uh… that's…"

Penelope crossed her arms, clearly pissed. She was joyed at the fact that she was greeted by the sight of her daughter laughing with pure joy and having great fun, but Reynold was not as welcome. The things he taught her were simply outrageous, and her daughter was only five, so she didn't know any better and shared all the things Reynold taught her with all sorts of people, and Reynold didn't always teach her things like penguin dances and accents -- Penelope had worked so hard to make Callisto's foul mouth disappear so that their daughter would be more proper than that, but a month ago, the butler informed the both of them that little Judy was going around asking every staff member in the palace what 'a hell' was! The more she thought about it, the more annoyed Penelope became.

Callisto, sensing this placed a hand on Penelope's shoulder.

"It's alright, my Empress. At least Judy's having fun. We should increase secur---"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

He was interrupted the the sound of a scream filling the room, and the both of them, who were just gazing at each other, turned their heads in Reynold's direction.

"WHAT THE F**** ARE YOU DOING IN FRONT OF YOU FIVE YEAR OLD CHILD?!" he yelled, horrified, and at this, Judy starting screaming too.

~ And that, children is how Reynold Eckhart died at the tender (?) age of 30 years old ~

Wait it probably doesn't make sense to say this here, but I'm Adeline. Call me Ally!

#reynold eckhart #vadd #vadd fanfic #Ally's fanfics #villains are destined to die #death is the only ending for the villainess #vadtd #ditoeftv

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hchollym · 2 years

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One of my favorite hc is to think of the Weasley family calling or contacting Percy to ask for things or spells or literally anything.

I like to imagine Fred calling him because he got something wrong with a spell in his jokes and well he has a nerd brother who knows everything so ... Perce? Come on for a second?

O Ron who is with the Aurors and they got a bad guy but hey ... Nobody remembers an ancient spell that nobody uses anymore but that in this case would be perfect .. Give me a second that I contact my brother ..

Or Molly

"Percy darling, do you by any chance remember the potion to remove the juniper berry juice from the wool?"

And so on for all the others.

Love the idea that George calls him because he had a problem with a potion and it's because of the bottom of the cauldron😂

I absolutely love this headcanon! I'm stealing it 🤣 ❤

I can picture everyone doing exactly this - why waste time researching something when you can just ask Percy?

Even Bill does it, because even though he scored as highly on his OWLs and NEWTs as Percy did, he didn't retain all the little details like Percy. Plus, Percy knows all these random, obscure facts about a bunch of different topics that they never learned about in school (he would definitely win trivia challenges).

I'm now picturing something going wrong with the delivery of one of Fred and George's new products (like the potion seeped through the bottom of the cauldron they were transporting it in), so George starts lecturing his crew on the proper thickness of cauldron bottoms, and then once he realizes that he sounds just like Percy, he has to excuse himself to go lie down for a little bit. 🤣

Thank you for sharing! 😊

#Ask me #bennyhawk02 #percy weasley #headcanons #Weasley family #George weasley #Hp

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chaosangel767 · 2 years

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Here is one of your requests darling. @queengiuliettafirstlady This is one of my all time favorite fics, ngl ❤ Enjoy ^-^

Tale As Old As Time

Fandom: IkeVamp

Prompt: Being too short to reach something and having their lover get it for them.

Pairing: Comte x Reader

Type: Fluff

Wc: 423

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The thrill of the hunt excites you, having gotten a quest from Sebastian, you open the library doors and slip inside. Your eyes scan the rows of books, hunting fir the precious book. Golden letters catch your eyes, the lighting from the lantern hits them, and they draw you in.

Beauty and the Beast

Looking around you spot a chair that you can use to boost yourself up, trying to reach the book. Your fingers graze the spin of the book, almost reaching it, but not quite there.

The arms around your waist startles you, and you squeak as you are lowered to the floor. You relax once you catch the golden eyes, a pout forming on your lips.

"What did you need?" The warm chuckles sends warmth through you and you point up at the book you are after.

"Sebas told me that it is the original story of Beauty and the beast" your voice is full of excitement. Comte laughs, reaching up to the shelf with ease. He pulls down the book, handing it to you gently.

"The original story by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve. This was one of the first editions made."

You look down at the book, awe fills you, the simple blue cover has a single rose etched into it with gold.

"A tale as old as time" you murmur, admiring the ancient print. Pressing a kiss to Comte's lips, you thank him.

"I'll be careful" you promise, Comte laughs and wraps an arm around your shoulder.

"Come, Sebastian has given you the rest of the day off. If you would like we can read this together." Comte proposes, his fingers brushing along yours. Butterflies burst in your stomach at his touch and you smile shyly up at him.

"I would love too"

It isn't long before the two of you are situated in Comte's room, your head nestled in his lap while he reads. One hand idles in your hair, and your eyes flutter shut, visions dance behind your eyes as you picture the story. His voice is as smooth as honey, reading the tale to you. A smile has permanently fixed itself on your face. The feeling of something grazing your hand has you lazily opening your eyes. A delicate golden rose lays in your hand. Your fingers graze the petal, the gold matching the eyes of your lover. His lips brush against yours. Resting your head back in his lap, his voice continues late into the night, reading you the tale as old as time.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire comte #ikevamp fluff #my heart is still melting #I guess I really needed some fluff 🥺

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celestialholz · 2 years

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What's that I hear? We need a 2.10 fix stat?

You're goddamn fuckin' RIGHT we do.

... I don't know what the bloody hell was on my theoretical screen this week - and I say that because I refuse to actually watch the damn thing through, thank you Qcard Discord beloveds for saving my ass on that - but I do know that it was a fucking travesty. I've seen the Qcard bit, and I do not approve. It was cute and all, but so very wrong. Mumsy Qcard is not pleased, to put it fucking lightly.

So, yeah. To hell with that. Let me just fix that right up for you all... this is how it SHOULD have been. Because unlike Star Trek, I am not a goddamn coward.

(I've heard that the fandom legend that is @alarajrogers is also fixing this car crash, and it'll probably be better than mine - royalty trumps the peasantry. ❤ And I'm sure we won't be the only ones - seriously, CBS. What is wrong with you? We can have ladies only previously seen with men, yet we can't have Qcard? You're just going to let Q die unfulfilled, are you? Bastards. 😒)

Welcome, dears, to the unofficial Q-uick Qcard for 2.10, which I like to call: Farewell... For Now.

"I am dying, alone. I am dying alone. I do not want that for you."

It was severe and heartfelt, and Jean-Luc choked on a bitter rasp of laughter.

"Well, you've rather miscalculated then," he said simply, "because your death means I am alone."

A hundred emotions flittered across an immortal face; they settled a second later on horror-tinged bewilderment.

"... What?"

"Oh, yes," Jean-Luc murmured, vague smile hopeless. "What, did you think I'd be fine with going back home to Laris, after all of this?"

Q was stricken. "I - yes, frankly -"

"Well, would you look at that." He chuckled, amusement only a veneer. "IQ of two thousand and five, and you still can't see it."

"See what?" Q almost snapped, desperate. "This is me, freeing you - you're supposed to grasp it with both hands -"

"Oh, and thank you?"

"No," came the sincere reply, instant. "I'm not doing this to be thanked."

"And I'm very glad," Jean-Luc told him coolly. "Because I'm not certain I feel especially grateful. You could have just allowed my fear to destroy -"

He found a finger on his lips suddenly, a wild tremor running through it, and eyes that wore pure despair locked to his.

"Look who doesn't understand, now." The whisper was pure agony. "I could never have allowed that, you complete fool."

Jean-Luc's eyes widened, and a moment of soft understanding passed between them.

"An impasse, then." He shook his head. "You've helped me realise that I've needed to let go of my mother's death for eighty-one years; I finally let go, I finally understand, and yet -"

"And yet, here we are." Q smiled painfully. "In the very same room."

"Why does it have to be HERE, for god's sake -"

"Mm, something like that." Q's face burned with anguish. "Go on, ask what you want to."

Jean-Luc inhaled clarifyingly, wishing to scream.

"Why me? All these years, Q -"

"Because the sun maintains celestial control," he told him simply, grasping his hand tightly. "Because the sun has been alone for so very long; because the sun without the moon has nothing. No equal, no companion... no hope."

A tear streaked down the admiral's cheek. "And because the moon being alone is temporary."

"You're with me," Q said softly, offering him a watery smile. "The sun wasn't strong enough, darling."

"... And the moon's meant to be?" Jean-Luc's words were almost frantic. "Perhaps the sun credits me with too much."

A soft laugh left Q. "Well, I am very sentimental about mon capitaine."

"... You've also always given him the choice," he whispered, and sorrow flicked through ancient eyes.

"Yes, well - you still have one, really." He stared steadily at him, willing him to understand. "Not here, but... later."

Pure hope burned in the human. "'Later'?"

"Later," Q said, warmly. "You've got the key."

"... The skeleton key," he noted softly, pulling it from his pocket; it gleamed in red and black, and Q closed his fingers around it.

"The skeleton key," he murmured. "Every door is open to you, my dear."

Jean-Luc breathed a bitter rasp. "But it's the only key for this door."

"Yes," the god answered, certain. "The sun only belongs with the moon, Jean-Luc."

"Tell me what to do," Jean-Luc demanded, furious. "Tell me how to bring you back."

Q's gaze shone. "You don't have to, Jean-Luc - tell me you understand that. I'm not doing this for a promise of -"

"Q." His voice brokered no arguments, every particle the consummate leader. "Tell me how to bring you back."

"I... there are loopholes, and there are no guarantees, but -"

"But the moon has no desire to be alone either," was the simple interruption, the passion blazing in charcoal eyes. "And he has even less to settle."

"'Settle'," Q quoted in disbelief, marvelling at the very thought. "You could be happy with her, you know, or some vague approximation thereof -"

"Laris is a good woman, and she frankly deserves better than I," Jean-Luc murmured, gaze tearful. "She deserves someone who could love her in the way that I do you."

Q choked on air, astonished. "You... you don't -"

"Oh, I do," the admiral confirmed, with a gentle smile. "And I suspect the sun doesn't go supernova for a moon he doesn't concur with on that."

Lips met his immediately, celestial tracks of tears dampening his withered cheeks with the joys and sorrows of the cosmos.

"No," Q breathed against his mouth. "No, he doesn't."

They kissed for a long, urgent moment, the sands of time slipping from the proverbial hourglass; the fusion of harmony and spirit and finally, finally having a true purpose in a wild, unforgiving cosmos.

"So," Jean-Luc whispered into him afterwards, a single tear streaming from him, too. "Not farewell, then, mon soleil."

"Mon -" Q inhaled sharply, hand trembling fiercely against his cheek. "More... á bientôt, somehow."

"Count on it." The promise was ferocious, deafening, and Q emitted a soft, stuttered sob.

"I shall miss you, nevertheless. Every moment."

Picard spontaneously embraced him, whispered tears burning them both.

"There won't be many," he vowed, as a hand rose ever so reluctantly to click. "For once, Q, let me save you."

A tender, intimate laugh left his god, and his head shook, gaze aflame.

"You're behind the times in more ways than one, dearest - you've been doing that for the past thirty-six years." His smile could have shattered diamond with its sheer warmth. "Je t'aime, mon capitaine. Bonne chance. And trust your instincts."

With a snap, Jean-Luc Picard was flung forwards a shattered man; he called off the detonation, and swore to every star he saw through the Stargazer's viewscreen, and the god he so adored, that he would rebuild.

#qcard #q-uick qcard 2.10 #my writing #star trek picard #star trek picard spoilers #fix-it fic #GOD ONLY KNOWS HOW HARD WE NEED THIS MESS FIXING AM I RIGHT FELLAS #... fuck's sake #there was GOLD here you abject cowards #jean-luc picard #q of the continuum #star trek picard fix-it #this is fuelled by pure and complete spite

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raksh-writes · 2 years

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void of the day! it’s gifs like these that blow my mind because he looks so different in almost every scene he’s in?? idk what it is but this scene compared to the scene where he’s rampaging the hospital just look so utterly…different??? maybe it’s just the fact that i’m obsessed with him and pick apart what little crumbs we got from him in 3b. anyways, have a lovely day!! 💗💗

Darling, if anyone gets you on that obsession, it's me 😂😄 And yesss! Totally agree, he does look very different in those scenes.

I gotta be honest and say that the hospital one is kinda meh for me - I mean, my bastard fox demon is of course flawless and thrilling to watch 🥰🥰 - but it kinda... falls flat? Feels insignificant and sure, it's to showcase he has the Oni in his palm now and he's super evil - watch him "kill" all those poor people - but, ehh, lacks weight ;/ But for the difference tho!!

In the hospital, besides being a shithead at the beginning with the "Hi there" 😂 I feel like it's very much that "calm, collected mastermind" Void. He's basically unaffected, just standing there watching the carnage, kinda smug, a bit removed from it too? He's very much above all that's happening. But here?

Ho boi, shit's going down.

I love this whole scene the most, ngl about that, it's where the Void comes out (for me). The ancient spirit that's ready to obliterate anything and anyone in his path with that complete and unwavering focus - it's that "you dared to insult me and now you're gonna learn about the consequences" hunt mode. And he's still above everyone else (or if some dont believe in Void's supremacy, he thinks he's above them [he is 😂]) - those squinty eyes he gives are all "the audacity of this ant about to be squished under my paw". I just-- love him so much here ❤💗

So yeah, I think that's a big part of the difference, at least for me. Void's actually passive in the hospital, but here? Oh, he's very much engaged in what's happening - the ancient fox demon joined the fight, everyone hide! There'll be no survivors 😂

And now I wanna write that crossover idea, hah - ngl, half of the appeal is describing Void from the brothers' pov as the dangerous being he is ^^ I'm sooo gonna let myself go with it 😂 Alas, I'm too tired for it tonight, but tomorrow perhaps 👀

Thank you, dear, your Void asks make my days so much nicer and brighter, you're giving me such a lovely spark of joy 🥰💗🥰💗 It's finally friday tomorro and maybe I'll be able to do some writing on the weekend! Finally!! 😂 That I'm excited about ^^

Hope your week and day were - and the weekend will be - lovely, all the love hun 💗❤💗🥰❤

#ask #haley101100 #Raksh answers #aaaand maybe I could finally post that oneshot I had ready for the rarepair week?? 👀👀#we'll see ^^#I think I might wink out to sleep super early today ;p #its been tiring but not too bad!#hope you're well hun and your days are fun and lovely 💗🥰#nogitsune #void stiles

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plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms · 3 years

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I love all the stories in the storybook collection so much. I like how you wrote about the story that it tells us the connection of happenings. I'm just quite curious about the ending of Andy tho. It just seems quite vague and I'm curious for more.

Thank you, darling! I enjoyed writing those stories very much and the connections were something I really liked doing too so I'm happy you noticed those. ❤❤

So, Andy. His is a bit of a special case. There will be a sequel, but I don't know when that will be out. I'll put some stuff under the cut just in case some of my followers don't want to read any spoilers.

First of, his heartbeat. Andy was dying of heartbreak and he was actually inches away from death. You'll notice that I've been slipping in references of his heartbeat slowly returning through the story since he met Reader. This means that he is recovering from that heartbreak and is now falling in love with her.

The tattoos/branding are an ancient sort of seal. It signifies the agreement between a master and a slave; one around the neck of the slave and one around the arm of the master. This effectively binds someone's soul in servitude to another. It is only breakable if the master frees the slave or if the master dies.

Reader now won't die and will live out her life by Andy's side. As long as Andy is alive tho and he does not free her, she will remain bonded to him and can be commanded to comply. She still has some freewill of course, but think about it like a werewolf mate bond and Andy has an Alpha command he can use on her.

It also works the same way that she can't physically be apart from him for too long. She will naturally be drawn back to him and her instincts will push her toward doing things that will make him happy.

Why doesn't she just kill Andy and escape again? Pfft. Yeah right.

#cassie answers #asks and replies #a lack of choice #story book collection

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katajainen · 4 years

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So this is last week's fic rec, a bit late for those folks who don't follow me on Dreamwidth or Twitter, since this hellsite is finally letting me post things again...

Ever Just As Sure (2539 words) by imaginary_golux Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Beauty and the Beast - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Beast/Beauty (Beauty and the Beast) Characters: Beast (Beauty and the Beast), Beauty (Beauty and the Beast) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff Summary:

Belle has a fully funded project in her area of study! Unfortunately, the funder is an asshole.

Beta by my darling Best Beloved, Turn_of_the_Sonic_Screw.

So, in this single compact package, we have: nostalgia for a beloved animated film from my childhood (and now, everyone please count just how ancient I am!), a well-developed Modern AU, solidly three-dimensional characters and lots and lots of delightful online banter.

And of course, a love story - a true social distancing romance for our times ❤ (Except, of course, for the end. That sort of old magic only works up close.)

Best enjoyed in a library-equivalent space of your choice, with a studious, curious mind.

#beauty/the beast #adam/belle #(how do i tag this ship lol)#my fic recs #fic rec friday #cross-posted to dw #cross-posted to twitter

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cafeinthemoon · 1 year

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Portrait of a Monk - Chapter XV

Chapter 15/?

Wordcount 3k

Title The Priest's Honeymoon (Part II)

Fandom Jujustu Kaisen

Pairing Geto Suguru X reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14

Symbols

⭕ . ➕ . 🖤

Warning (s): Implied intimate/sexual activity; Geto continues to be overprotective lol

Tagging: @darling-imobsessed @wasurenagusaa I hope I tagged you correctly 😭 (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message, or leave a comment on this chapter 😉)

A. N.: So this is just the continuation of the hot springs saga from the previous chapter lol By the end of this one, we will have a hint of what waits for reader in the next days. Also I know it's been hard to tell, but this is actually a dark story, with hints of mystery and thriller (I guess), but sometimes I wonder if I'm doing a good job in this sense. Idk it's jut something that comes to me from time to time whenever I sit down to work on it...

Anyways, hope you enjoy this new chapter ❤

The days you’ve spent at the hot springs were something you would define as a stay in a dimension designed for you, somewhere between dream and reality.

The first reason for this was the place you were hosted: it was located in the middle of the mountains, and formed by a group of traditional buildings prepared to accommodate a large number of visitors with all the possible comfort; between one and another, there was what you would call a small marketplace with the appearance of an ancient village where all sorts of items were for sale, for all imaginable prices. About the baths themselves, though you couldn’t see all of them, you noticed they were of different types for all kinds of people or groups; Geto told you how each of them worked as you passed by their entries, and after being informed of their rules, you decided that the small, particular pool you had in your room was the only one you wanted to enter. The food was also wonderful, but you would almost always eat in your chambers, because you didn’t feel at will being surrounded by people during meals and your husband didn’t enjoy crowds as well.

You would spend most of your time in your own room or taking walks at the secret gardens around your building, where only a few would stay (there was a little tax people had to pay to stay at the secluded parts of them, and Geto wouldn’t hesitate in giving up his money to have the trees and flowers only for him and his y/n-chan). You would rarely go out alone, and when you did, you would take a small, inoffensive curse with you that you should send back to Geto in case something went wrong; no one seemed to see it over your shoulder, except for one time when you were buying a souvenir at a tent and a child kept staring at you, and later when an elderly woman did the same, but in both cases, you just ignored them and didn’t say anything to your husband.

***

If right in the first day after your wedding night you had this sensation that Geto was having fun treating you like a doll, this feeling turned into certainty as the other days came.

He would ask to do small things for you with no apparent reason, something that you didn’t see as unusual in the beginning – you were his disciple and lover, after all; but those favors became more and more frequent, regardless of your capacity of doing the said things. He would insist, for example, in feeding you just like he did in the morning of your travel, except when you were eating outside the room; usually, he would do it with you on his lap while you held the bowls and plates in your hands, but he wouldn’t mind placing you on the bed or the floor around the small table for quick meals you had at the bed area, keeping the recipients with him.

Another thing he would do was to bathe and dress you up, from the undergarment to the shoes. At first, you hesitated in letting yourself exposed to his attentive sight, but you sort of let this feeling aside when you discovered those intimate, affectionate moments could be as enjoyable as the rest: the little noises of the warm water of the shower running down relaxed your senses as his hands would go across your skin, spreading fragrant soap and lotions while massaging your body, then rinsing it and taking you out to dry you with soft towels, his eyes glued on your curves; he would take you out of the bathroom nestled in his arms, wrapped in the towel, your face hidden in his chest, and put you on the bed as he prepared the clothes he would dress you with. There were times, while he was using the towel, when he would touch you with such insistence that he would end up laying you down and making love to you instead of putting you in your clothes. There was no way to know exactly when this would happen, but it wasn’t bad: after a mess of kisses, caresses and passion, he would carry you back to the bathroom and restart his session of care; then, back to the bed, he would lay you down again and take the place by your side, watching you fall asleep with a sweet numbness on your limbs.

The moments when he would brush your hair and style it with the hairpins he bought for you in the previous weeks (you brought most of them with you) were also passionate, full of kisses and small, playful licks that tickled your neck and shoulders, when he would enjoy your timid laughter and the little startles you did when he approached to smell your hair as his fingers ran through it, dividing it in sections to make the styling easier. Sometimes, he would do your makeup as well, but in this aspect, he admitted to not be an expert, limiting himself to the place of an observer.

Things were not different when you were together at the pool: sometimes he would enter the water first and stretch an inviting hand for you, who would accept it with modesty and take the place by his side, but other times he would take you in his arms and enter the water with you. He would use it to scratch your back and shoulders and massage your hands, but there was one time or two when he placed you on the opposite edge of the pool and caressed your feet; there were moments when you would just lay your head on his chest and close your eyes, after which you would only wake up on the bed, wrapped in soft blankets. There were also times when you would offer to caress his back and shoulders, when he would laugh at your worried observations about his muscles being too tense, assuming that stress must be the main cause for this, but he would prefer you to do this in the room, with the help of hydrating oils and lotions, just like you used to do at the temple before helping him out with the sacred garment. Honestly, despite your efforts in this sense, the only moments when he seemed to be relaxed were the ones when you were kneeling behind him, taking care of his hair, or the moments after he touched you.

Regarding love, there wasn’t really anything you would complain about: despite his eagerness, Geto was never rude to you, neither he would insist in doing things you weren’t at will to try. You remembered this time when he was holding you too tight and you gave him a sign that you were finding hard to breathe, to which he relaxed his grip around you, covering you in kisses and apologizing right after; there was another day, after you woke up from a nap, when you said something about being sore and he immediately called an attendant to order painkillers and other necessary items, staying with you in his arms until you were able to go back to sleep without any discomfort.

Unlike you did in your room at home, there you would spend most of the time in undergarments or baby dolls while Geto would stay in his robes: complete attire was almost reserved to the occasions in public. There were valid reasons for that, of course – the privacy granted by the distance from the people of the temple and the fact that it made it easier for you to undress for the hot springs being the main ones – but you were also sure that making the sight of your exposed figures something as casual as the air you breathe, facilitating the access to each other’s bodies, was the way he found to get you used to your new position as his wife.

If it was a common thing in marriage about which people didn’t use to talk or just another eccentricity of your husband, you didn’t know, but it was working.

***

With the significant amount of people sharing the same space in the days that preceded Winter, it shouldn’t be surprising to notice cursed spirits of all sizes and shapes walking, crawling or flying around the buildings and the trees, but somehow you would startle whenever you caught a glimpse of them among the people. Maybe you weren’t used to see them moving with such freedom because Geto’s children would clean the temple’s surroundings on a regular basis, but would leave the stronger ones for your husband to consume, so they were never a real reason for worry there.

The curses were as visible to Geto as they were to you, of course, but he was better in disguise it, acting like they were just part of the landscape; he would even tease you while you struggled to act normal.

There was one time when you decided to have dinner at one of the restaurants near your building and spend some time at the place’s garden before going back to your room. You were passing by a small footbridge painted with red; you were in the middle of it, distracted by the water passing under it, when a hiss made you shiver: you looked up and found a curse which appearance resembled an insect upon the guardrail, a few centimeters of your face; the creature’s eyes were big, elliptical, divided in various smaller pieces like the eyes of a fly. You stopped for a few seconds, then stumbled back when you tried to keep distance from it, being supported by your husband, who held you in his arms and involved you in a tight hug.

– Hm… what happened? – he whispered – Did some terrible monster scare my y/n-chan?

There were some people approaching your spot at that moment, and you were afraid they would notice something strange when they reached you.

– Geto-sama… why don’t we go back to the restaurant? – your cheeks heated up despite the cold air.

He stared at you with the shadow of a smirk on his lips.

– Back? Are you sure?

The people were passing by you now. You glanced at them with anxiety, but they didn’t even look at your direction, nor seemed to sense the presence of the curse, that hissed at them with insistence.

– Yes – you replied with low voice – My feet are hurting.

Geto’s response was to raise a hand at the curse without looking at it. You thought he was going to turn it into a black orb, but he just made a movement with his fingers in a cutting movement; the curse let out one last, disgusting noise before exploding in the air.

– Are they hurting this much, my dear? – he kissed the top of your head as his fingers caressed your nape – Do you want me to carry you back?

You knew that one word from you and he would do as he proposed, but you weren’t uninhibited to the point of allowing this.

– There’s no need for such thing, my Lord.

He smiled with gentleness.

– If you say so.

You went back to the restaurant and he ordered some sweets to help you forget the episode.

***

As expected, you weren’t taken to the hot springs only to rest: being that space a place built by the people and for the people of the outside world, as you used to think of anyone who wasn’t part of your community, Geto would obviously take the opportunity to teach you about the real nature of your relationship with them.

The main role you had regarding the common people was to collect or to eliminate the curses inadvertently created and carried by them, in a sort of exchange of favors: you would refine your skills with the use of cursed energy and have an endless source of power at your will while they would be released from the suffering caused by the presence of the curses, aggravated by the fact that most of them had no idea of their existence.

One evening, you left a restaurant and were taking a walk, as you used to do before returning to your room. You passed by a narrow path made of stones, surrounded by wooden benches on both sides. In one of them, you saw an elderly man alone, distracted by the landscape, holding a cane before him with both of his fragile hands; on the upper side of his back, there was a small curse sitting and holding him like a baby monkey carried by its mother.

You looked at Geto and noticed he was observing the scene with vivid interest.

– Remember when I told you about the people who will come to us by this time of the year? – he whispered without looking at you – Let me show you what we do in favor of them.

With your arms entwined, you approached the old man.

Your husband started the conversation using his sweetest tone, one that he used whenever he wanted to make sure the listeners would give him attention without sensing the contact as an intrusion:

– Evening, my good man. It is a beautiful weather despite the time of the year, don’t you think?

The man gave you both a tired smile.

– Well, well, it’s really beautiful, just like the couple I have before me! And I’m glad I was able to stay here to appreciate it. I’ve been feeling so tired lately, you know? – and shrugging – It’s like I’m always carrying a heavy weight on my back. I don’t know what it might be, but it gets worse by this hour.

You didn’t say anything in response, waiting for Geto to lead the contact. You turned to him and saw a strange glimmer in his eyes when he heard what the other man said, but the gentleness didn’t disappear from his voice.

– Would you mind if I check it out, my friend? It’s really sad to hear that you haven’t enjoying your stay as much as you could because of this.

The old man stared at the young priest with curiosity and a bit of suspicion, as if he couldn’t see how this stranger could do anything about a problem that he clearly saw as insoluble.

– Really? – and with a cunning note on his voice – Do you know some medicine for this, my boy?

A slight blush came up to Geto’s cheeks when he replied.

– Well, it’s even better. Now, just take a deep breath and relax…

Without waiting for a response, he stretched a hand toward the man and absorbed the small curse, hiding the orb on his sleeve. It happened so fast that the man didn’t have time to question or to get scared by the gesture; instead, he moved on his seat and found out he was able to straight up his spine without difficulty. He even stood up with relative ease, despite depending on his cane for this.

He raised his eyes to you two with surprise and joy.

– What is it? It's... gone! – he touched his back and laughed – I’m feeling as light as a feather! I feel like I could fly! I have no idea what you did, my boy, but it seems a miracle! A miracle!

Geto observed him with sympathy. You looked at that elderly citizen, once soaked in sadness but now almost jumping like a child, and something in his face made your heart warm. So, this was the work you were going to dedicate your time to in the near future – you were anxious and a bit insecure about your own role in it, but witnessing the good results of your husband’s act calmed down your worries.

The man offered a good payment for the service, but Geto refused it. You said goodbye to him and followed your way back to your room.

***

You were snoring softly with your head leaning on your husband’s chest, your legs surrounding his body while you rested on his lap, his arms keeping you warm, close to him, as a smooth hand massaged your lower back.

Moments ago, Geto brought you back to the room, after which you were bathed and taken to the bed, where he made love to you. Now, he was leaning his back on a pile of pillows while having you with him, a bit tired from the walking and the subsequent, intimate activity.

That time, you were the first to talk.

– Geto-sama... – you called without opening your eyes.

– Yes, my dear?

– Why didn’t you accept that old man’s offer? – you asked with a sleepy voice – It’s your job, isn’t it?

– It wasn’t necessary. That time, I just wanted to use the occasion to show you what to expect once they start coming to us at the temple. Besides, the curse wasn’t that difficult; in different circumstances, I’d just make it disappear. Now, I’ll probably use it as a vigilant or something. Wouldn't it be absurd to accept money for this? – he giggled – It couldn’t be even called a work, right?

You chuckled.

– Yes, probably.

– The differences between what we did today and what is waiting for us in the next days are the quantity of curses we will have to exorcise or absorb and the variety of them – he continued – Some people carry more than one curse at the same time, and even more than one type depending on how they were born. There will be people desperate for help, trusting in everything we will say to them, while others will be coming for the first time, full of suspicions. In any case, we will do what we need to solve their problems, and they will pay us for it, and everyone will be happy.

You sighed.

– It sounds easy when you talk, my Lord.

He laughed.

– Really?

– Yes, but I like it – you smiled, opening your eyes for a bit – It makes me feel safe.

His hand patted your back and tickled your skin, making you shiver and smile. You sensed him inclining to kiss your hair.

– And that’s good to hear.

#jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen geto #jjk geto #geto x reader #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #getou x reader #getou suguru x reader

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