#now time to stare at my theme for a lifetime

[studioghibelli]

always yours- a joel miller x reader

summary: joel has carried guilt with him his entire life, especially after losing you many years ago. you were young and naive, and joel was cold and distant, a match that simply wasn’t meant to be. (so he thought.) when he and ellie finally make it to wyoming, he’s in for the surprise of a lifetime.

warnings: joel pov for a bit, pining, so so much pining, ellie and joel dynamics, a lot of angst, various flashbacks throughout the story, guilt is one of the main themes of this piece of writing, a rather large age gap that is the center of joel’s guilt, a very brief mention of joel having sex with another woman (tess), post outbreak, and of course- smut. (allusion to m receiving oral, brief female masturbation, unprotected sex, cream pie, f receiving oral, some dirty talk.) mdni

The smell of pine swirled lazily in the air, the promise of a fresh snowstorm making its way through the tree line like the wafting scent of slow baking cookies. The white ground crunched beneath Joel’s leather boots, imprinting the shadow of their soles into the thick wintered earth. With each step his bones ached, shoulders heavy with the fate of the world.

Behind him, a figure trucked lazily behind, giggles occasionally filling his ears.

“What’re you up to back there?”

“Hey, hey. Check this one out, Joel. Why did the can crusher quit his job?” There was a long moment of silence. “Because it was….. soda pressing. Ha! Get it?” Ellie jogged closer to Joel, nudging him with her elbow. “Do you- do you get it, Joel?”

A heavy grunt escaped the man. “Yeah, I get it.” A tooth pick hung loosely from his lips as he glanced down at the girl, a slow roll of his eyes following.

“Want to hear some more?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Okay. Okay… that’s fine.” Ellie cleared her throat, humming as she took in the world around her. “I do have something on my mind. Something real heavy.”

Joel looked at her, his eyes glossed over with a hint of concern. “What is it?”

“Last week I….I-” Ellie paused, sniffling a bit, feigning a look of guilt. “Last week I called someone a watering hole, but I swear I meant well!”

Joel stopped, his jaw clenching momentarily before he met the gaze of Ellie who, in the midst of her terrible joke, was choking back a roar of laughter. He sighed out, shoulder slacking, before giving in to the chuckle stuck in his throat.

“Okay, okay. That wasn’t half bad, I’ll give you that.”

“You’re laughing! I made you laugh! I know you liked that one.”

“I did. Don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Joel shook his head with the hint of a grin teasing against his mouth. “Now quit with the shitty jokes, alright? You’ll miss the scenery.”

Ellie saluted him sternly, giving him a thick nod. “Aye, aye, Captain!” She declared.

Joel sucked in a thick breath.

You were staring at him, with your big, beautiful eyes, gnawing on a stale, unseasoned piece of venison jerky. The flickering flames of the campfire in front of you illuminated your face with glimmering sheens of orange, blanketing the hue of your skin with crimson and gold. A sunset, personified.

He stared at you, long and hard, analyzing every inch of you, taking in your beauty. He wanted to drown in it. The softness of you lips, the apples of your cheeks, the bridge of your nose. Joel wondered how smooth your skin was, how the curve of your waist would feel against his calloused palms, how the heat of your breath would feel fanning against his throat. His eyes dragged down to your small hands, eyeing your manicured nails. What shape would they imprint upon his skin?

“Who the fuck made this shit, Joel?” You guffawed, rubbing your eye with your free fist. “I hate jerky. Tired of it!”

“Well, you’ve just never had good jerky. Before the end times, we had lots of good brands. Jack Link was pretty popular. Was my favorite.” Joel looked at you, a stray curl falling against his forehead as he set the paper bag down. “Ever heard of them?”

“No. Never. When…. all this happened, I was too young to remember. I’ve got no memories from that time, honestly.”

It was a simple statement. One that shouldn’t have made Joel’s stomach clench and turn. Yet it reminded him. It reminded him of his age, of your youth, your naïveté. His chest tightened with the deep feeling of wrongness, the bitter taste of guilt like bile in the back of his throat.

“Don’t, uh, don’t remind me.” Joel mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

You, none the wiser to the war raging on in his mind, laughed sweetly, saluting him lazily as you finished the last of your venison jerky. “Aye, aye, captain!”

“Hey.”

“Hey!”

“Heyyyy!”

Joel’s neck snapped towards the noise, where Ellie stood still, leaning against the thick trunk of a pine tree. “Huh?”

“Dude, you were just standing there. Like a fuckin’ statue. You okay? I thought you were dying.”

Joel rubbed a scruffy cheek, the thick bristles of hair irritating his fingers as he stared into the distance, taking in a deep breath before resuming his walking. “I’m fine. Let’s jus’ keep goin’, onwards and upwards. Should be there in a day or so.”

“Whatever you say, man.” Ellie kicked a stray pebble in front of her, jogging every so often to meet the long strides of Joel.

In front of her, Joel was lost in deep thought.

He felt the ache of remorse tugging at his heart. A reminder it still worked. A reminder he was still human, still alive and breathing. A human, a man, who hoped and yearned and craved and cried. A man who loved. This remorse, this pain, this guilt, that had corroded away at his soul piece by piece, kept him stable and nailed to the ground. It was a nudge towards the idea that perhaps after all these years of killing, after the taste of blood and haze of destruction, perhaps his heart was still capable of something good, something right.

Joel thought he was right, when he did what he did. Even with the tsunami of tears threatening your eyes, even with the quivering of your lip, the tight furrow of your brows, the embarrassment on your face- even with the sheer look of pain and betrayal that you wore like a masquerade mask- Joel felt that what he did was for the best. That the line in the sand he carved with his own bare hands would help you in the end.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Joel warned, pointing a finger at you. “Don’t look at me like that, girl.”

“Why?” There was a shrill crack to your syllables, a dejected figure emerging from the shadows of your mouth. “Does it make you feel bad? Am I hurting your feelings?”

“This is worse enough as is. I don’t need you flashin’ them puppy dog eyes at me. Ain’t gonna change a thing.”

“So you just used me. Fucked my mouth until you got what you wanted. And now what, Miller? Now what? Gonna ignore me? Gonna start doin’ runs with Tess again like there was nothing between us?” Venom dripped from your incisors as you took a step towards him. Your tears, your sadness, the heavy weight of your heart had been replaced with rage. Burning hot rage. It consumed you until it was oozing from you, spilling from your eyes, your mouth, your nostrils. It was you.

“Yeah. That’s what I’m goin’ to do. ‘Cause you’re right, kid. There wasn’t shit between us.”

Ellie’s humming brought him back to reality, clearing his mind of any thoughts, before she broke the silence with a dreadful question:

“Did you ever have any girlfriends, back at the QZ in Boston?”

“Told you not to ask me any questions like that.”

“I know, I know. But it seems like things with you and…. with you and Tess were weird. I remember what she said, how she never asked you to feel what she felt.” Ellie cleared her throat, gripping ahold of the straps on her backpack. “But, you know, it got me thinking. If someone as cool as Tess liked an old fart like you, some other chicks would have had to, too. Right?”

Joel sighed a deep, tired sigh, rubbing at his temples. “Me and Tess…. we weren’t. We- just. No. Tess and I, there was nothing there.”

Ellie held her hands up in defense. “Okay, okay. Geez, no need to throw a bitch fit, asshole.”

“Watch it.” He grumbled, adjusting the strap of his rifle. “But there was one girl.”

“Really? What was she like? What was her name? What did she look like?”

“Slow down, Ellie, slow down. Way too many questions. I’ll answer one. One! So pick wisely.”

Ellie walked in silence for a moment, rubbing her cheeks in thought as though she had a beard. She nodded with a sense of finality, catching up with Joel’s long strides. “Why did you like her?”

Why did Joel like you? Why did he love you? What was so special about you that Joel, a man concrete in his stoicism, a man lost in his own selfish, distant ways, could crumble at the sheer thought of you? What was so special about your sparkling eyes that made his chest pound? What was so special about your soft voice that made his jaw slack? What was so special about your gentle touch that made his body shiver?

How could a giant such as Joel Miller come crashing down at the feet of someone like you? Someone so pure, so happy, so kind and thoughtful? How could Joel have ever let something like that happen? How could he have been such a fool?

“Hello? Earth to Joel.” Ellie waved her hand in front of Joel’s face, eliciting a groan.

“Um…” He scratched at his chin.

“When I was a little girl all I wanted, the one thing that mattered most to me in the world, was to go to the zoo. My momma used to tell me all these stories. How you could touch the stingrays, feed the giraffes… But you know what I want to see most of all? The gorillas.”

Joel was staring out the window, keeping watch as you shuffled through the drawers of the abandoned room, looking for extra stuff that could be worth smuggling. His eyes scanned the road, but he was mostly interested in listening to you. Quickly and slyly he turned to look at you.

He saw the glimmer glistening through your gaze, the smile lines crinkling ever so slightly at the corners of your eyes as your pretty lips turned up into a big grin. Your face was aglow with passion, your heart pinned proudly to your sleeve. You were the exact opposite of him when it came to that, it only drew him closer, like a moth to a flame.

“The zoo? I went to the zoo. Took my daughter all the time to the one in Austin. Never saw a gorilla though, not up close. Just on the Animal Planet.”

“Animal Planet?”

And there it was, that familiar twinge of guilt. “Yeah. It was a TV Channel.” Joel explained with a grimace, his voice soft and quiet. “You, uh, you find anything good yet?”

“Nah. Just a half empty box of condoms and some bandaids.”

“Condoms? We could use those.” Joel explained, turning to you quickly.

A look of surprise crept on to your face. You hoped you hid the butterflies erupting in your stomach well enough. Surely it was a slip of tongue, you thought- Joel was never forward like that.

Realization soon dawned on his face when his words finally settled in. “Not….. not us, I mean. For- for trading. Could get some ration cards. The, I mean- I would never be…. I- Uh.” A guttural noise of defeat escaped him as he slumped into the wall, groaning deeply against the palms of his hands that his face was now buried in. “Forget I said anything.” Joel seethed through gritted teeth.

“You sure do have a way with words, cowboy.” You teased. A beautiful laugh, one that haunted Joel, escaped your chest as you threw the box of condoms towards him. “There you go, lover boy.”

“Her laugh.” Joel finally broke the silence, his eyes secured to the track in front of him. “She was always laughing. Real happy, curious, always day dreaming. She was….”

“The exact opposite of you.” Ellie filled in, laughing to herself. “Man, she sounds great. And she liked you back?”

“I said one question a day.”

“But-”

“No buts. You can ask another one tomorrow.”

“Well, can you at least tell me her name?”

Before Joel could stop himself, the syllables of your name rolled from his tongue. He hadn’t spoken it out loud in years. He promised himself he wouldn’t, not after losing you. But it escaped him quicker than he could stop it, like a dog running from its cage, sniffing its way to freedom.

Ellie repeated it to herself. “That’s real pretty.” She hummed in approval, and Joel continued walking, his eyes stirring with the burning hot threat of tears.

Angry, regretful, bitter tears.

“Have you seen her anywhere?” Joel was pacing his room, frantically throwing supplies on to the bed. “Did she- did she say anything? Where she was going? What she was doing?”

“Joel.” Tess’ voice rang through the air. “Joel.”

“What? I need to get to her, God dammit.”

“She’s gone, Joel. Said she left four days ago. You won’t be able to find her.” Tess rested a hand on his shoulder as she sat down on the edge of the mattress, looking up at the disheveled, broken man before her.

“This is all my fault.” A single sob racked through his body as he fell down beside her. “Putting a gun to her head and pulling the trigger would have been the exact same thing. She’ll die out there, Tess.” Joel buried his face in his hands as he fell back, jaw clenching in unison with his flaring nostrils as he sat and stewed in the crashing waves of resentment. “She’s going to die, and I won’t be there to protect her.”

Teas traced her hand down the broadness of Joel’s back, taking in a sharp breath. “You’re right. Better move on now, we have work to do. If you’re going to get over it someday, you might as well do it now.” If there was one thing Tess wasn’t going to do, it was sugar coat things. Especially not for Joel fucking Miller. “So get up, stop crying, and do your fucking job. You got it?”

That night Joel drunkenly fucked Tess with her face in the pillow and ass in the air, and the whole time he imagined it was you.

Dusk was soon approaching by the time Joel had rolled out his and Ellie’s sleeping bags. The canvas of the sunset was being torn apart by sparkling stars, the moon illuminating the snow covered trees surrounding them. It was a quiet, peaceful night, shrouded with the sort of yearning and hope that only came once the sun set.

“Can we start a fire? Please, Joel?” Ellie was shivering beneath her sleeping bag, pulling her jacket tighter to her chest.

“Use my bag. I’ll take watch while you sleep.”

“We’ve been walking for like, a hundred hours. You need sleep too. Nobody will find us here. We’re in the middle of butt fuck nowhere.”

“You don’t know that. Now take my bag or stop whining.” Joel’s voice was gruff as he sat against the tree, the light of the lantern illuminating the hardness of his face.

“Okay, geez. Don’t have to be an asshole.”

“Go to sleep, Ellie.”

Joel hadn’t meant to fall asleep. He never liked sleeping, for many different reasons. The lack of control, the possibility of danger, the lurking nightmares about his past. But most of all, he hated sleeping because they brought him dreams of you.

In the beginning, when he had you, dreams of your body, or your face, of your voice- they were all welcomed. He would wake up in his mattress, bathing like a cat in the golden rays of sunshine, and would go about his day slightly less grumpy. Not a changed man, by any means, but how could a man be completely cold and detached after a visit from an angel?

But now these dreams were different. He would wake, not quite remembering them in their entirety, but always feeling the heavy burden of loss thick in his mouth, like phlegm during a nasty cold. For the rest of the day he would think of you, unable to shake the memory of your face away from his mind. You had branded him like a cow at the slaughterhouse.

Joel knew he was yours forever, always yours, despite the pitter pattering footsteps of guilt that followed him around like a needy child.

Tonight, he dreamed of his past memories with you.

“Oh, this is a good one.” Joel hummed out as he turned the record player up ever so slightly. “This is Nat King Cole. My mom used to play his stuff while she was cookin’.”

Sometimes I wonder how I spend the lonely night,

Dreaming of a song. The melody, haunts my reverie,

And I am once again with you, when our love was new.

“He’s got a nice voice.” You quipped. You swung your legs off the desk, walking towards him before extending your hand.

He looked at you like you were crazy. “What’re you doin’?”

“Dance with me.”

“Dancin’ is a dangerous game. I ain’t no good at it.”

“That doesn’t matter. Come on. Just dance with me, cowboy!” Your giggles ignited the air with sparks of comfort, warming Joel’s body through with the familiar pang of affection he so often suffered from when he was around you. He thought on it for a moment before letting out a long sigh.

“Fine. But if you tell anyone about this I’ll… I’ll…”

“You’ll what? Spank me? Come on, just live a little. If it was actually the end of the world none of us would be here. So be alive and human with me tonight, and dance.”

Joel stood, looking down at you as his hands found your body. He rested one palm against the small dip of your waist, his other finding your hand, quickly engulfing it, wrapping around your fingers like a blanket. You swayed, barely shuffling your feet, a smile of contentment washing across your face.

“See?” You hummed. “This is nice.”

He stayed silent, swaying with you to the crooning voice of Nat King Cole. Joel sucked in a sharp breath as your cheek rested against his chest. He ran his hand down to the small of your back, instinctively pulling you closer.

And now my consolation is in the stardust of a song,

Besides the garden wall when stars are bright,

You are in my arms, a paradise where roses grew

Though I dream in vain…

“Joel?” You whispered, craning your neck to look up at him.

His eyelids fluttered open, lips parting ever so softly as his eyes met yours. Chocolate irises, flashes of gold glittering within them, drunk every inch of your face up, memorizing you as thought it was the last time he’d ever see you. “Hmm?”

“Will you kiss me?” The question escaped you before you could think, your eyes slightly widening at the boldness which preceded you.

Joel stopped swaying. He looked down at you, a thumb slowly tracing across your cheekbone.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I- I wasn’t thinking.” Your face was hot with embarrassment, and your hand on his shoulder quickly dropped.

Joel remained quiet as he gently grabbed your fallen hand, moving it back to his shoulder, up towards his face, until you were cupping his cheek. “You really want me to?” He asked softly, curiously, his thumb gently running across your lower lip. You nodded without hesitation.

He leaned forward, the curve of his nose brushing against the tip of yours as he moved both of his hands to hold your face, eyes open and staring in to yours, as though he were trying to make his way through your soul. A stabbing breath hitched in the back of your throat as you gently pressed your body to his, lips mere centimeters away.

“Joel…” You whispered softly.

He paused right before your mouth, eyes now full of remorse, wide and guilty like a petulant child who had just been caught red handed. When he spoke, you felt his moustache tickle your cupid’s bow.

“I… I can’t. I can’t do it.”

“Do you not like me?”

“That’s not the issue, darlin’. It’s the… opposite of that, actually. But I just- I… I gotta go. I’ll stop by tomorrow with some more ration cards.” Joel pulled away from your body, rushing to the door.

“Joel, wait. Joel!” But before you could stop him, he had already left. Your heard his footsteps soon disappear, left with nothing but the scratching vinyl.

In my heart, it will remain

My stardust melody

The memory of love’s refrain.

Joel awoke with a violent jerk, to the bitter smell of coffee and the bright warning of morning light.

“Wakey, wakey sleepy head. Made you some coffee!” Ellie smiled at Joel as she dug her heels into the dying fire, handing Joel the metal cup of brown liquid.

“I told you no fires, Ellie. Someone could see us.”

“It’s fine. It’ll be okay. And if anyone comes and tries to hurt us, I’ll use my super slick Ninja skills I learned on ‘em! Promise! Now drink your nasty bean juice and let’s get going.” Ellie rolled up the sleeping bags as Joel stared into space, sipping his coffee before dumping the rest of it out.

“How long was I out for?”

Ellie shrugged, walking beside him as they made their way towards the open valley. “No clue. But you were muttering to yourself. Woke me up.”

“Was I? Mutterin’ what?”

Ellie looked at him, a small, sad smile playing on her mouth. When she said your name, his stomach turned. That beautiful name. That terrible, awful name that haunted him at every corner. It crept through his mind like a ghost, in and out of the hallway of his memories, refusing to ever leave.

“Weird.” Joel finally said, after a long, thick, uncomfortable silence. “Let’s…. let’s head out now.”

An hour or so had passed, hiking through the forest towards the open valley, before Ellie realized Joel had been whistling. She had never heard him whistle before. And, like always, her curiosity got the better of her.

“What is that?” She asked.

“What’s what?” Joel answered, looking around to try and pin down what she was talking about.

“The song you’re whistling. What is it? I like it.”

“Oh.” Joel hadn’t noticed he had been making any noise. “It’s called Stardust. An old song, before my time even.”

“Who’s it by?”

“There are a few renditions, I can’t remember who did it first. My favorite version was by Nat King Cole.” Joel explained, clearing a makeshift path through the jutting branches and scratching leaves.

“I’ve got my one question, you know.” Ellie stated with a wiggle of her eyebrows. “About her.”

“M’kay. Make it quick.” His voice grumbled out lowly like an over worked furnace, eyebrows tight together as he walked ahead of her.

“Where’d she go?” Ellie finally mustered up the courage to ask the question, slowly looking at Joel’s back. She noticed how it stiffened at the question, and for a moment she regretted ever asking anything.

But Joel’s voice was uncharacteristically soft. “What do you mean?” He finally choked out, clearing his throat.

“Like, if you liked her so bad, why isn’t she with us? You’ve protected me all this way. I-… I can’t imagine the lengths you would go for someone you actually liked.” Ellie joked, trying to lighten the air, the air which had suddenly grown so chewable, so thick and stuffy.

“I don’t hate you, kid.” Joel mumbled, rubbing at his face. “She, uh, she left. While I was out doin’ a run with Tess. Just up and vanished. No note, no nothin’.”

Ellie could feel the pain radiating from Joel, although she couldn’t quite pin point it in his words. He was good at hiding things like that. You don’t spend months with a person and not pick up their habits.

“How long ago was that?” She asked quietly, softly.

“‘Bout three years before I met you.”

“That’s a long time.”

“Yeah.” Joel muttered. “Now, no more questions until tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Ellie grumbled, watching her feet as she walked.

“Joel!” His name tangled through the air, breathless and wanting. His ear was pressed to the door, hand on the door knob. Waiting. Thinking. Pondering.

Your legs were spread open, jeans halfway down your legs, panties to the side as your middle finger lazily rubbed circles in your clit, your free hand kneading against your exposed breast, chest flushed with the hot hand of want. No. Of need.

You couldn’t get the image out of your head. Slick curls pushed back, lips turned into a scowl, bulging arms chopping at the thick log of wood like it owed him something. You remember the rage swirling in his eyes, dark and angry, knitted brows tight and bold. Why was he so god damn hot when he was livid?

“Oh, God. Fuck.” Your whimpers filled his ears, well- his good ear, at least- and Joel felt his jeans beginning to tighten.

Something overtook Joel. Something primal, something instinctual, because before he had a chance to think, he was barging in to your room, mind empty with thoughts only of you, of your pleasure. You jumped with a squeal of surprise, face coated with embarrassment, grabbing a pillow to try and cover yourself up. It was a fruitless attempt, because Joel still saw exactly what he wanted to see. You.

“Joel! Oh God. Jesus Christ….. how-how much of that did you hear?” You wanted to cry. To deteriorate into a pile of rubble would have been your best option. Anything to not have to deal with his gaze. Stern, unreadable, dark. Your heart was slamming against your chest.

“I heard enough.” He whispered, slowly stepping towards you.

You blinked the forming tears of embarrassment away quickly, propping yourself up better on your elbows, finally garnering the courage to look up at him, right in his eyes. A long, deep, sensual gaze steaming from him.

Joel reached for you hesitantly, his hand gently grabbing your knee. A rough thumb traced circles into your skin, smooth and vanilla scented from the lotion he had smuggled for you on a particularly boring run. He watched the way your skin pricked with goosebumps, the way your leg leaned in to his touch. You wanted this. He knew, looking into your eyes, so soft and tender with desire, that he was the only thing on your mind.

“Please,” you whispered, voice shaking in the dimly lit room. “Please touch me, Joel.”

When he finally gathered the courage to lean forward, when those horrible thoughts of shame that so often plagued him had been pushed to the back of his mind, he heard Tess shouting his name in the distance.

When Joel saw Tommy for the first time in ages, he could barely contain himself. He embraced his little brother, tight and hard, feeling the familiar heat of tears welling in the pits of his eyes.

As dusk soon pulled across the sky, Tommy made sure to tell Joel which house would be his. “House 37! Two lefts and a right.” Tommy reminded him, as he jogged away to meet Maria.

It was only until he reached the movie theatre that Tommy realized he gave Joel the wrong number. Oh well, he thought to himself, Joel will figure it out.

The hot water cascaded down Joel’s back, steam dancing through the air, covering him in a warm blanket, the smell of vanilla body wash filling his nostrils. Vanilla. It reminded him so much of you. Of that night, the night he almost had a taste of you. You were so close, yet still managed to remain just out of reach.

Joel was so preoccupied with his thoughts of you, you, you, that he hadn’t heard the front door downstairs open.

• • •

It had been a particularly long and exhausting day for you. You had been posted a mile south in a rundown factory, keeping watch for Raiders as a group of workers focused their abilities on turning the old building into a new extension of your town.

Maria wanted to turn it in to a greenhouse and new horse stable. With the newest colt in town, Shimmer, she figured horse breeding could be a bright part of their future, and if it grew well and but enough, they could extend further out into the wilderness.

Well, that was Maria’s dream. But you had seen how slow these workers went about their business, how they often broke into fights and managed to forget their tasks entirely. How Maria had ever cultivated this place…. well, that was beyond you.

Your thoughts were full of Joel.

Joel, Joel, Joel.

He was a hard worker. Persistent and tenacious, strong and able, stern and forthright- he was everything you wanted in a man. He was just like the knights you would read about, yet he had a twinge of anti-hero that always enticed you, always pulled you in closer.

Thinking about Joel was always draining. You missed his laugh, gritty and low and never that frequent. You missed his hands, well worked and scarred. You missed his eyes, deep and mysterious and full of something that you could never quite pin point.

After these long day dreams with him at the forefront, it left you craving a life you had never gotten to live with him, a life you had never known.

By the time you reached your house it was dark, and your feet ached from the long trek. You felt much older than you actually were. Taking your boots off, you noticed the hallway light upstairs was on.

“Weird.” You whispered to yourself, ultimately shrugging it off as you switched it off, walking to your room.

The door was shut. Double weird. You lived alone, and almost always forgot to shut your door.

The bathroom door was ajar, and you saw steam swirling out of it, yet the shower was off.

“Okay, what the fuck.” You hissed, reaching for your knife. You had already turned your gun in. Hand to hand combat…. well, that would have to do, even if it wasn’t your strong suit.

Behind the closed door of your master suite, you hear someone opening up drawers. “God dammit, Tommy!” You heard a muffled snarl, and your eyes widened.

You dropped the knife, clattering against the carpet with a faint cling, as you brought your hands to your head. No. No. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be him. Surely not.

You rarely spoke to Tommy. You heard he had a brother named Joel here and there, but you never asked. Never gave any part of yourself away. To the people of Jackson City, you were quiet and reserved- kind, always- but haunted by something.

No, by someone.

Your hand was shaking. The metal door knob was cold on your palm, shivers coursing straight down your spine. With a quivering lip, you barely had time to turn the handle before the door flung open, thoughts of self defense and protection miles away.

A figure, huffing with annoyance, stood in front of you. A white shirt stretched taut against a broad chest, sweatpants hanging on a low waist, a bundle of dirty clothes resting in his arm. His arm. His familiar, tanned, muscular arm.

Joel.

Joel. Joel.

The syllable rolled around your brain, head empty as you gathered the courage to slowly look up at the man. His eyes were wide, lips parted in surprise as he stared at you. Both of you stood, in the midst of a proper western stand off, the air stagnant around your bodies.

Neither of you said a word. How could you? What was there to say? You blinked rapidly, rubbing at your eyelids in an attempt to spook the apparition of Joel Miller away. Surely it was a ghost. Perhaps you were finally losing your mind. Perhaps the end of the world had caught up with you.

You went to speak, but a gargled mess of noises were all you could come up with.

Before you had a chance to correct yourself, he had scooped you up in to the tightest hug of your life.

Joel’s left arm was wrapped around your waist, pressing you close to his chest, while his right laid across your back, his large hand pressed into the back of your head. You grasped ahold of him, fingers digging into his skin as you tried to make sense of what was going on.

Before you could catch them, tears were flowing from your eyes, staining his shirt with a puddle of wimpy cries.

“Shh.” He cooed, voice shaking. “I’m right here. I’m here.” Joel held you as though you would vanish if he let go, slowly falling to the floor with you tightly pressed to him. He cradled you in his lap, strong arms secure and steadfast around your body. Joel wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon.

When you finally looked up, you saw his own cheeks west with the ghosts of previous tears.

“Oh.” You whimpered, touching his face gingerly. “I haven’t seen this face in so long. Look at you.”

“Look at you.” He countered, thumb tracing down the apple of your cheek. “You’ve only grown more beautiful.”

“How… are you…. you’re the Joel Tommy mentioned? How could I have been so stupid.” You whispered, shaking your head.

“How long have you been here?”

“Two years. Managed to find a group of mercs, travelled with them to Kansas City before FEDRA got ahold of them. I was the only one to escape and, somehow, I found myself in this place.” You explained, his face now cupped in your hands.

His lips looked so tantalizing. The thing you wanted most in this world, right in this moment, was for Joel to kiss you. Hard. Deep. Passionately.

Joel looked down at you. He knew that look. Knew those emotions in your eyes, knew the way you looked when desire overtook your being.

He was so tired of being scared, so tired of the shame and guilt that followed him like smoke.

“Can I kiss you?” He finally asked, taking a thick gulp.

You nodded slowly. “Kiss me.”

And he did. It was just as you had always imagined. Soft and sweet, deep and passionate. Your mouths molded together as though they were two puzzle pieces created for each other. It felt right. It felt good. It felt…. perfect. The way you had dreamed it would.

You shifted in his lap so you were straddling him, arms thrown around his neck as you beckoned him closer, his palms pressed firmly into your sides as he held you in place. You both knew you weren’t going anywhere.

You parted your lips as his hungry tongue swept against you, gently exploring your mouth, tasting your spit, the minty residue of your now thrown away gun mixing with his mouth. Joel groaned as you shuffled, and you felt the bulge in his sweatpants where his cock was getting harder and bigger.

You had seen his dick before. Once. When you both stumbled to your room drunk and you had given him a blowjob. The best blowjob of his life, as Joel remembered. He had held you by the hair, barely touching you except a gentle brush of his hand down your cheek after he had finished down your throat. You remembered how his eyes had engulfed you, how you watched as he seared the image of you on your knees into the recesses of his memory.

That was the closest you two had ever got, the farthest he had ever dared to go. And even then, it was selfish of him. He went to bed under the heavy blanket of ignominy, and he swore he would never do it again. He was drunk, Joel assured himself, it wasn’t like he….. loved you or anything. Right?

But now, with his tongue searching your throat and his hungry hands feeling their way around his skin, with the way your clothed bodies moved in harmony against the scratchy carpet of the hallway floor, what else could it be? Lust? No. Lust doesn’t last like this. It sizzles away at the prospect of someone new. No, no. You both knew what it was. Love. But you both too fearful to admit it.

“Joel.” You whispered against his mouth. He opened his eyes at the sound of his name, the way it so sweetly rolled off your tongue.

“Yes?”

“Take me to bed.” Your words stuttered against themselves as you took in a heavy heave of breath. “Take me to bed… and make me yours.”

Joel swallowed the tight lump dangling at the back of his throat. He had two options. One, say no and push you away. Two, give in to his deepest desires and fall further into this love he had tried so hard to forget.

The last time he chose one, you ran half way across the country.

He was a smart man, Joel. He knew exactly which one to pick. No more would he run.

He scooped you up into his arms wordlessly, carrying you to your neatly made bed. Your hair splayed across the white pillows, your doe eyes staring up at him, full of yearning, full of want.

You watched with hawk-like eyes as he slid his shirt off, moving to do the same before Joel stopped you.

“No. I want to undress you myself.” You swallowed thickly at his command, nodding as your neck grew hot with desire.

When Joel was left with nothing but his boxers on, you drunk his image in. A small tuff of hair rested above the hem of his underwear. His belly was soft, and stray curls of hair dotted across his broad chest. His shoulders were strong, broad, welcoming.

You looked up into his face, eyelashes fluttering.

He had a few more wrinkles, a lot more gray in his hair. There were a few more scars etched into his skin, a darker tint to his eyes. He had aged. But so had you.

You had always liked your men older, anyways.

Joel Miller was the man of your fucking dreams, and he was standing nearly naked in front of you.

“Up.” He motioned for you to sit up and you did without hesitation. A smile crossed his mouth as he cupped your cheek. “So good for me.” Joel murmured, slowly peeling your shirt off.

“For you.” You whispered with finality.

He nodded, eyes twinkling with….. happiness. Joel worked the lace of the leather boots you wore, carefully pulling them off your feet before sliding his hands towards the zipper of your jeans. He watched your face as he slowly unbuttoned them, stripping them from your legs. He watched the way your lips parted with desire, the way your eyelids shut as the feeling of his hands grazing your skin.

“Look at you.” Joel whispered, and you met his steaming gaze. “So beautiful.” He learned forward, pressing a kiss to the hem of your underwear. “Lay back for me, honey.”

You did as you were told, shivering as his warm hands pried your legs apart. He stared at your clothed pussy, the patch of wetness showcasing your arousal. Joel chewed on his cheek as he drunk the image in, taking in a sharp breath as he discarded your underwear.

And there you finally were. Open and exposed, laid bare for him, and only him. Joel slid down on his stomach, inching his way towards your cunt as he reached forwards, using his thumb to slowly trace down your outer lips.

You shuddered, taking in a deep breath of as your hands snaked to his head, running your fingers through his thick curls, watching his finger slowly move. You saw him spread you open, you pink, wet pussy on display for his searing gaze.

“Ain’t that a sight.” He hummed out. “This all for me?” His voice was smug. He knew. And you knew he knew.

“All for you.” You admitted, pushing a stray curl out of his eyes.

“Bet you taste real nice, too.” Joel leaned forward, extending his tongue as he swept it flat across your clit. This made you whimper out, your grip on his hair tightening. “Just as I thought. Sweetest thing I ever had.”

Your head fell back onto the pillows as he wrapped this lips around your swelling clit, sucking softly at the button. He was holding back, his movements teasingly gentle. You were squirming for him, nails digging into his scalp, your breath begging for me.

Joel pulled back, much to your dismay, and rubbed his middle finger against your entrance. He slowly pushed it in, grunting quietly.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ tight, honey. Can’t wait to feel you stretched against my cock.”

“Oh, God. Joel, please.” You murmured, watching as he resumed his tongue against your clit, swirling and flicking. Your thighs were shaking on his shoulders, where you hadn’t even realized you had propped them up.

Joel chuckled against your pussy, savoring the sweetness of your arousal, letting it coat his tongue like sugar. He lapped at your clit, middle finger slowly hitting up against that spot, coaxing you closer towards an orgasm.

“If-if you don’t stop Joel, I-I’m gonna cum.”

“Babydoll, that’s what I want.” He responded smugly, sucking harder at your clit.

“B-but I want to cum on your cock. I-I’ll be too sensitive.” You explained, hips grinding as your fingers pulled at his curls even more.

“We’ll see about that.”

Joel added his ring finger into your pussy, pushing and pumping into you, wanton noises of filth filling your ears. You cried out his name, right on the brink of orgasm, as Joel continued his same movements, never daring to stray or pause.

“Joel. Joel! Oh, fuck. Joel. God dammit. Joel, I’m cumming!” You were sure the whole neighborhood could heard but you weren’t half fussed about that at the moment. All you knew was his mouth was drawing you in to the most earth shattering orgasm of your life.

Tears pricked your eyes as he rode out your climax, his mouth never leaving your clit. His fingers slowed down to a halt, yet his mouth never left your cunt.

You whimpered, trying to push him away from your sensitive pussy, but Joel didn’t let up. He grabbed your thighs, relishing in your moans as he made sure to lick up every drop of your cum, every inch of your wetness. He wanted the flavor of your pussy to be stuck in his mouth for the rest of his life.

You collapsed onto the bed as he slowly pulled away, leaving a hot kiss to each thigh.

“Was that nice?” Joel asked smugly, wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Shut up, asshole.” You teased, a soft laugh escaping you. “Oh.” You murmured to yourself once you saw the bulge tenting at his boxers. You reached forward, gently grabbing it with your small hand. “Looks like we should do something about this.”

Joel hissed in a sharp breath of air, watching with intent as you tugged off his boxers. He kicked them off, his thick cock slapping against his stomach. He was thick, long, sexy- his cock could have been in a porn magazine, to be frank.

“Yeah, we should do somethin’ ‘bout this.” He had climbed on top of you, hands cupping your head as you glanced up at him with a tantalizing look stuck deep in your eyes.

“Yeah, we should. Fuck me, cowboy.” You whispered, resting your hands on his cheek. “Fuck me like you missed me.”

“I did miss you.” Joel admitted, almost shyly.

“I know.” You ran your hand through his hair, feeling the tip of his cock at your entrance. You sucked in a soft breath of air as he slowly began filling you up, allowing you the time to grow accustomed to the way he felt inside you.

“‘Course you do.” He snorted through gritted teeth, filling you completely up to the hilt.

You groaned softly, wrapping your arms around him as you held him to your chest, smiling up at him softly. “Feels so good.”

Joel buried his face in your neck, slowly moving his hips. “You’re so fuckin’ tight. So fuckin’…. so fuckin’ good for me. A god damned dream.” His words were hot, guttural, melding in to your skin like paint on a canvas.

You shuddered, dragging your nails down the length of his back, resting them on his ass. His movements grew harder, wilder, every inch of his throbbing cock deep within your walls.

“Christ, Joel.”

He groaned against you, propping himself up on his palms to watch your face. His nose brushed against yours as he leaned forward, lips pressing to yours in a burning kiss, igniting your body aflame.

“Love how you say my name.” He whispered as he pulled away from your mouth.

“Joel.” You mumbled, a teasing grin cascading on to your face:

With a smile of his own, Joel’s hand traced across your neck, down your shoulders, fingers tickling the skin of your arm before he reached your hand. Joel held it in his own, lacing your fingers tightly within his, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

His thrusts were steadier now that your eyes were on each others, hand held tightly in his own as he took the feeling of you in. The way your pussy clenched around him, the way your body felt tight on his. He pulled away from you, sitting back a bit as he held your hips, fucking himself in to you.

“Touch your clit.” He ordered, eyes darkening. You swallowed, lowering your hand to your pussy, where you did as you were told. You shivered. “Rub it.” He whispered, voice soft.

You rubbed it, your middle finger circling your swollen clit tenderly.

“You’re going to cum one more time for me. Okay?”

You nodded obediently, gently placing your free hand on to his arm. “Okay.” Your voice was sweet, angelic. It made Joel’s cock twitch, an animalistic grunt soon following.

He looked on with hungry eyes as you played with your pussy, stretching it out for him. You both watched the way his cock filled you up, the way the lips of your pussy strained against him. You whimpered at the sight, wondering how something so big could even possibly fit inside you.

You resumed your masturbation, fingering at your clit as he pumped in to you.

“That’s a good girl, rubbing your clit for me. Such a good fuckin’ girl.” He murmured, eyes glossed over with desire.

“Gonna cum for you again.” You warned, hips bucking.

“Yeah? Cum on my cock, honey. Paint it with your pretty cum.”

That’s all it took to send you over the edge. Your back arched off the mattress as your second orgasm washed over you, vision blurring white. Joel grabbed ahold of you and pulled you up, legs wrapping around his waist as he held you, pumping up into you as you shivered and shuttered against him. You chanted his name like a mantra, crying out against him.

You were eye level now, and Joel has you by the jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“I’m gonna cum inside you. Gonna fill this little pussy up.” He whispered, forehead resting against yours.

“Cum inside me.” You begged, hands moving to his shoulders as he fucked your body on to his cock.

Joel groaned, primal noises filtering out as his dick convulsed inside of you, his hot cum painting the inside of your cunt. You moaned at the feeling of being properly full, grinding against him gently as you sat on his lap, your arms holding each other close and tight.

When his orgasm had subsided and you both fell against the soft mattress, you were still entangled with one another, his dick still stuffed inside you.

You stared at one another as though you had never known anyone else, eyes searching, reaching for the soul, sparkling with love, swimming with adoration.

His fingers traced down your back, resting on your thigh as he brought you closer.

“I’m sorry I left.” You whispered, your hand resting on the side of his neck. “I… I didn’t know what to do with all of it.”

“All of what?” Joel asked, voice deep and quiet.

“All of the love I had for you.” You sniffled, nuzzling your cheek into his. “Have.” You corrected.

“Have?” A smirk was tugging at his voice.

You took in a deep breath, bravely nodding your head. “Have. I…. you know I do.”

Joel rested his head against yours, looking down at you. “I’ve always known.”

A moment of silence fell over your bodies.

“I don’t think it’s goin’ anywhere, either.”

“Good.” Joel whispered, his dark eyes meeting yours. “I want it. All of it. ‘Til the day I die.”

“It’s yours, Joel. Always yours.”

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[genacity]

DAY ONE. FIRST TIME?

ft. gojo satoru — jujutsu kaisen (呪術廻戦)

your boyfriend gojo satoru is convinced you’ll never be able to knock him off of the pedestal he stands on. saying he’ll always be the one to fuck you good and straight, that you’ll never one up him. maybe it’s time to show him that he’s not always right.

ruling. nsfw — mature content

content warnings. dom! gn! reader, first time sub! gojo, anal penetration / pegging, fingering, overstimulation, bratty gojo, slight dacryphilia, dumbification themes, hair pulling, spit as lube, established relationship, plot before porn

an. this came out way too long. anyways hope y’all enjoy day 1, some of the kinks listed on the ml did not make the cut bcs the fic would take 80 years to read and the intro is already cutting into my lifetime. also not proofread. anyways enjoy fucking gojo!!

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you and your boyfriend gojo satoru have been dating for five months at this point. your relationship is everything you’ve ever wanted in one; secure, loving, and honest. satoru is the most caring man you’ve probably ever met— though cheeky, he’s just as infatuated with you as he was when you first met.

not only is gojo amazing, but so is the sex. not to be a prude, but it’s true. he knows how to take care of his baby and never wants to leave you unsatisfied.

the only sour thing about your relationship is his teasing. especially in the mornings-after.

when you’re groaning, pressing down on a muscle in your back as you complained to gojo about how hard he went down on you the night prior. your boyfriend’s fierce laughter as he’s propped up on one arm, staring at you from his safety beneath the covers of your shared bed and messy hair.

“aw, c’mon, you know you liked it.” gojo would say as you kept prodding at your shoulders and legs. you’d shoot him a dirty look and he’d snicker loudly again. “okay, okay, i’m sorry. i’ll make it up to you today, i swear.”

one morning, your boyfriend had tossed his still-bare body over yours after a long session that night. face first into the pillow behind your head; long, spindly limbs sprawled out like a starfish on top of you as you both shared silly remarks about the long night you both had.

“y’know, one day, i’m gonna get you back for all the times you leave me sore like this,” you huffed, earning a muffle giggle from your boyfriend with his head in the sheets. “what? i’m serious.” you insisted.

gojo’s head snapped up to look at you. squinted blue eyes followed by another ugly little giggle. “uh huh, i bet.”

“what do you mean, ‘you bet’?” you scrunched your nose as your boyfriend gave you another mean chuckle through his big grin. “c’mon, y/n. you know you can’t top my skills.”

“now what does that mean?” you shot back, cocking an eyebrow at gojo’s funny expressions.

he hummed, thinking for a bit before turning his attention back to you. “you know i’m good at what i do. if you even tried to top me, you’d just end up giving up anyways.” you rolled your eyes. “not true.”

“what’s not true? that you’d give up, or that i’m good? because y’know, these fingers aren’t only good at sorcery—”

“yeah yeah, shut the fuck up.”

ever since that night, though, you haven’t stopped thinking about the idea. reversing the roles. it’s something the both of you had never tried before, but were you open to the idea. you just needed to make sure that satoru was, too.

but there was something different about tonight in particular that made you feel a bit more confident than usual.

it started off as it usually did whenever the both of you were in the mood. a handsy hello as soon as you got home from work; peppering your face with kisses and fingers pressing against your hips as you let your boyfriend lead you to the bedroom.

you’d barely be able to get a word in with the way gojo would welcome you home. lips quickly pressed together and without hesitation your back would be against the mattress and clothes discarded onto the floor.

“missed you today.” gojo mumbled into the kiss, lips sloppily trying to chase the pattern the both of you shared. hands gripping at your sides as he pushed you eagerly onto the bed.

as soon as you hit the bed you immediately grabbed at his arms and pulled him forward onto you. something inside you was pounding— pounding for tonight to be different than the rest.

you pulled gojo onto the bed, chest rising with heated breaths as a switch in your brain flipped. hands pushing him down beneath you, his back against the sheets as your boyfriend let out a breathy gasp.

“hey, what’re you doin’?” gojo mumbled, looking up at you through glassy eyes and white lashes as you reveled at the sight of satoru beneath you— a sight you weren’t used to seeing, but welcomed with open arms.

“you’re gonna let me take care of you tonight. okay toru?” you said, his eyes blowing wide and lips twitching into a small grin.

“take care of me?” he chuckled, watching as you slowly started to undo his shirt. “i’d like to see you try.”

you rolled your eyes as you pulled his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. gojo watched your every movement, watching with interest as one of your hands quickly went to circle one of his nipples.

he shivered at your cold fingertips tracing along his chest, but laughed all the same. “what, ‘s this all you’re gonna do? c’mon, baby, let me just take care of you and— mmph.” gojo was promptly cut off when he felt your fingers press against the hard-on in his pants. a small smile crept onto your lips at the sight.

“hush, toru.” you muttered, palming him through his pants as gojo let out a strained groan. “this is what you get for being so mean to me all the time. leaving me brusied and sore.”

“you said you wanted it rough.” satoru panted, looking down at you as his long fingers started to grab at the sheets beneath him. “oh, i do.” you shrugged. “but now, it’s your turn to feel what i feel.”

your boyfriend’s breath hitched in his throat at the words from your tongue. he quickly gathered himself, clearing his throat to mask the whimper that slipped his lips. “you’ll just give up, y’know. you’re just gonna give into me and come crawling back.”

“that’s what you may think, but i know what i want.” you said, removing your hand from his bulge to reach for his glinting silver belt buckle. “you’re gonna take my cock and behave, just like i do for you. and if you don’t like it, you can say our safe word and leave.”

gojo gulped. he knew you wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want. he was in the position to say no whenever he wanted to. but the thought of your thick cock splitting him open had him salivating; even if he didn’t want to admit it to his big ego.

“satoru.” your voice called him back, snapping him out of the trance he was in. he looked down at you, his belt already undone and ready to be pulled off. “color, satoru. tell me what you want.”

he swallowed thickly again, lips parting as he whispered. “green.”

you smiled softly at him, slowly pulling his belt from the loops as you muttered a slow “alright.” unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down alongside his boxers. his pretty cock revealing itself to you.

“already leaking for me, huh toru?” you snickered, the feelings of your breath along his dick making him twitch.

“still gonna break you, y’know.” gojo murmured. “you’re just gonna give up and beg me to fuck you.”

“whatever makes you feel better.” *you said plainly. the tone in your voice left him shivering. suddenly, you raised your hand to his lips and with no hesitation said, “spit.”

gojo blinked down at you, who was watching him expectantly. he parted his lips and let his tongue slip forward, spitting onto your fingers as he maintained eye contact with you. “thank you, toru.” you said, lubricating your fingers before you lined them with the edge of his hole.

he felt his heart leap into his throat when your fingertips prodded at his entrance. silently, satoru spread his legs to let you know he wanted you. and you seemed to understand his prompt, for almost immediately your long fingers slipped into him with ease.

“fuck, oh god.” gojo immediately hissed, clenching tight around your middle and ring fingers as they slowly began to thrust in and out of him. “oh my god.”

he watched as your hand worked at his insides; curling your fingers as the sorcerer finally allowed for small whines to slip past his lips. each sound left his stomach turning— the dirty sounds of his own hole clenching around his partner’s fingers making him shudder.

gojo was stuck at small whines of pleasure, heavy breathing and the occasional gasp, until your fingers hit a particularly good spot inside him that made him cry out.

“ohn— oh fuck,” gojo whined out. “there. right, right there, that— ah!” he gasped when your fingers curled against his sweet spot, making him flinch and pulse around you. “‘s that feel good, satoru?” you asked, slowly thrusting your fingers in and out of his hole, taking note of the way his fingers curled around the satin sheets of your shared bed.

satoru nodded. his chest rising and falling with sharp breaths as he kept his eyes locked on you. “yeah. feels good. right there, feels so good…” he murmured. jolting back with every thrust of your fingers in and out of him, muscles tensing and relaxing in ragged patterns before you eventually pulled your fingers out.

“so messy.” you murmured, raising your hand to his mouth again. “spit.” and he did, right onto your fingers once more.

“i think you’re ready to take me, toru.” you spread his legs and began to undo your own buckle. your boyfriend watched your hands, every move closer to watching you reveal yourself making him almost shake with anticipation.

it wasn’t until you finally pulled out your cock did he realize how big you truly were. eyes blowing into saucers as he immediately began to blabber.

“you look so big!” satoru whined. “no way you’re gonna make me take all of that!”

“oh, i will.” you purred, pressing the head of your cock to his hole. he flinched, feeling your tip just against his ass as he went to protest again. “why can’t i jus’ fuck you like usual, baby?”

you laughed meanly at his words. “what, are you scared, satoru?” you asked, leaning in and simultaneously pressing your tip just against his opening. “scared i’m gonna break you open?”

“no!” gojo shook his head furiously. “i just- i just think you’re gonna get tired and give up.”

you sighed, staring down at your boyfriend with his big wide eyes and wet eyelashes. after a moment of bathing in his beauty, you grabbed hold of his thighs and leaned back. “color, satoru.”

gojo hesitated. looking from you down to his drooling cock that was just begging to be touched. his inflated ego kept hammering in his chest, but the feeling of your tip against his hole drove every thought away and left him squirming.

“green.”

“good.” and before he knew it, you’d forced yourself into him. a loud moan clawing its way through his throat and spilling from his lips as you began to pound into him, gradually picking up speed.

suddenly, that same hammering feeling in his chest immediately died out. as soon as satoru felt your cock sliding in and out of his walls, pressing up against his prostate with every thrust, his demeanor immediately unraveled.

“fuck— oh my— fuck, you’re so big!” gojo cried out. hands scrambling to ground himself as he gripped onto the sheets. “ah— oh— oh my fucking, please, y/n!”

you couldn’t help but watch gojo’s big blue eyes grow teary. rolling back into his head as you fucked him, forcing his legs back to angle yourself well enough to hit all of the right places.

“already all ruined for me, satoru.” you cooed. your words slipped into his brain and toyed with his thoughts, leaving him quietly whimpering as he felt your hands near his head.

all of a sudden, the cloudy feeling forming in gojo’s brain flickered as you took a handful of his hair and forced him to look at you. yelping as your fingers intertwined with his snowy locks and pulled his head up.

“what was that you said earlier about me getting tired and giving up, toru?” you asked, hips angling and pounding into him faster and faster. all he could do was hiccup and gasp, head subtly bobbing from the force of your thrusts combined with the weakening grip on his scalp.

“ahmm— ah, i don’t— uhn…” he stammered, too focused on the feeling of the head of your cock kissing his prostate with every thrust to make out the words you were saying. the fog in his head was coming back, accompanied by a knot tightening in his stomach.

satoru was panting and shaking. too focused on the heat in his lower abdomen spreading across his body. “i’m- it’s-” he stuttered out, words slurred together. his brain was rattling inside his head. too embarrassed to admit the fact that he was already about to cum his brains out to himself as you kept hammering his hole. “y/n, i’m gonna— haaah, oh!”

“gonna what?” you asked, thrusts growing deep and sloppy as you kept your quick pace. “c’mon, finish your sentence. don’t tell me you’ve already gone dumb.”

his vision grew blurry with tears, a few even spilling over and down his cheeks. the heat in his stomach kept burning, hotter and hotter as his brain tried to scramble for words to try and form a sentence. hell, even a word would be nice.

“ah, ahn, i’m— haah, ah, ah!” gojo began to squeal. your grip on his hair grew tighter as he completely began to forget you were even talking to him.

and suddenly, he was cumming all over himself with a garbled “cu— ah, aahhn!” his scalp burning from the force you held him up with, legs twitching as his cock bobbed with every stream of cum he coated his stomach with.

you slowed your thrusts as you watched him cum, but didn’t halt completely. as soon as he was done, you immediately began picking up your pace once more.

“wait, wh— fuck!” satoru whined out as you let go of his hair and flipped him onto his hands and knees. his head stuffed into the pillow that was once below him as you drove your cock into his hole with more fervor than before. “i- i just came! y/n, baby, i just-”

“i never said you could cum, did i?” you asked. immediately he shut his mouth, clenching around you with a loud whine. “you’re gonna keep taking my cock until i’ve cum. until then, you sit here and look pretty for me. is that clear?”

at first he didn’t respond. not until you grabbed hold of his hair from behind and forced him up again. “i said, is that clear, satoru?”

gojo eagerly nodded his head, panting and whimpering with your every movement. “yes. yes, ‘s clear! fuck me, please!”

you were going to have a long night.

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[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ BEACH DAY: CROCODILE

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Crocodile is a king, and kings don't fulfill anyone's wishes, unless that someone is you. The small, young and only son of one of the most feared pirates, a child who would never have his desires denied by his father.

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : Platonic! Crocodile, IT'S NOT A ROMANTIC STORY, Dad! Crocodile, Child! Reader, Male! Child! Reader, difficult childhood due your Dad's business, mentions a lonely childhood, mean children

꒰ WC ꒱ : 995

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : Trying to back in my schedule of posting and writing, I'm passing through some bad time with a lot of personal problems so my mind is kinda off for everything, but at least I gonna try to post what I already had (I always say that and never do) anyway enjoy :p

Firstly, your father would be extremely offended if his precious son asked to go to the beach. Dear, your father is the king of the desert and is literally made of sand, why on earth would you want to go to a beach full of stupid people with dirty sand?

Of course, just as Crocodile is unable to refuse your requests every time, what can he do? He spoiled his little boy a little… so soon he's planning a trip to the beach while putting up with you talking about it every day since you as a little child couldn't contain your excitement.

Initially he thought about going to a private beach, he could rent an entire island just to avoid other people, but when you looked at him with those huge puppy eyes saying “but then there won't be other children for me to play with?” He gave up and was at your feet again, bless you, your perfect son who had him wrapped around your finger.

He agreed to go to a public beach, but that doesn't change that he didn't want many people, so he planned to go to a less inhabited island and during a period when there would be fewer people, of course, he made sure the beach was very beautiful and big enough so you can have the most fun. He wasn't ruining her experience for his own selfish limits.

Father of sunscreen, Crocodile doesn't want to see you turning into a pepper, so he makes sure you're completely white from all the sunscreen. It's a little difficult to do this with just one hand, but you were always a patient child and helped your father without any problems, soon you were ready, with your crocodile themed children's swimwear, your colorful floaties and animation for a lifetime.

Crocodile wasn't very excited about swimwear either, so he just wore an open shirt and longer shorts. The problem was that everyone on the beach was staring at the seductive man, was it his fault for being so handsome? Of course, having Daz Bones next to him staring deathly at everyone ensured that no one bothered him, which was perfect for the pirate.

Swimming too deep is a big no, Crocodile can't swim and that means he can't rescue you if you start to sink, not only that, but most of his employees are also Devil Fruit users, which just makes it difficult for him to be sure you will be fine in the water. Now if he goes with you to the beach with a non-user, like Mihawk for example, he may be more comfortable with you going to the deeper parts, accompanied of course.

Crocodile is also very careful about keeping you well hydrated. He knows that children are more sensitive, so he is constantly calling you to drink water, juices or any other liquid. Luckily, you are very obedient and don't waste the chance to drink something delicious, so it was easy to keep it under control. Crocodile also didn't trust just any restaurant or food vendor, so he hired a chef to prepare everything you could want to eat on the beach, whether it was fried fish or ice cream, you had everything at your disposal, prepared by someone you trusted, so Crocodile knew you I wasn't taking any risks.

He gets a little apprehensive when you get close to other children, Crocodile is extremely protective of you. After all, you are his greatest treasure, he would kill and die to prevent you from getting hurt in any way, but when he sees you smiling while playing with the children, he feels his heart relax, in the end, you are still a child, and he doesn't want to in no way to deprive you of having a normal childhood. He already knows how terrible it must be for you to be the son of a pirate, to live on a ship without ever settling on an island for long, the lack of children for you to live with, you can't even go to school, and instead you study with him, his life is not normal like most children and any opportunity he has to give you some moments of a normal childhood he is definitely doing it. He just wants you to grow up happy, regardless of everything.

Now, that doesn't mean he won't be a protective father. All he has to do is see you building your beautiful sandcastle, which he may have helped to stand with his powers without you realizing, when another older child approaches. He is reluctant but doesn't want to act immediately, it's only when the child kicks his castle that he gets angry, then a wave of sand covers the child, knocking him to the ground, the boy has probably swallowed enough sand to never but forget the taste. As soon as the boy runs away crying to his parents, Crocodile rebuilds his entire sandcastle before you can even miss him or cry about it. Your bright smile along with a “thank you daddy” makes it all worth it.

Although he enjoyed the beach day, which basically consisted of him sitting around watching you being a normal kid and having fun and the occasional discussion about business with Daz, the best part for Crocodile is when it starts to get dark, and you're already too tired. He carries you in his arms, using his powers to clean all the sand from your body, you are completely exhausted and sleep like a rock, with the only detail of holding your father's shirt with your small hand.

Crocodile just puts pajamas on you, preferring that you take a shower when you're awake, then he puts you in his bed and covers you. You have a huge smile on your face and are probably having sweet dreams, he watches you for a few moments before leaving to finish some things and then going to sleep.

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[nevernonline]

✧.* crash into me; lsm one shot.

A one shot based off what transpired before these texts.

✧ Synopsis: Lee Dokyeom was your closest friend. After a friendly dinner you head back to his apartment, to play a game little did you know it would crash the friendship barrier between you two.

✧ genre/s: fluffy, friends to who knows?, 

✧ warning/s: suggested smut, suggestive humor and theme, kisses, lots of hands, some light drinking. 

Sitting at your favorite table awaiting the arrival of your best friend Seokmin, felt like a lifetime. It was a Friday night so of course the line was accumulating outside the restaurant and the patriots were waiting for your seat where you selfishly look like you’re taking up a table for you and your seltzer water. 

Through the large glass windows waiting at the cross walk you spot him looking for a chance to jaywalk across the street safely and sprint breathlessly to your side. 

As Ola, you and Seokmin’s favorite waitress brings him to the table alongside your cocktail orders, you can feel at peace again. That’s what he was to you, peace. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I got stuck helping someone with a task just as I was ready to leave. I feel so bad.” 

The brown haired boy now stripped of his denim jacket, resembling a puppy now flipping through the menu as if he wasn’t sure what to order. 

“It’s okay, seriously. I just mainly feel bad because all of those couples outside were starting to give me the stink eye. Also, I already ordered for you, why are you looking at the menu?” 

“You’re so right, I don’t know. I’m really flustered for some reason.” 

You slide his gin and tonic closer to him. 

“Drink this, please. You’re going to pop a forehead vein if you don’t settle down, Seok.” 

“You are right, for the second time. Maybe you should take up gambling.” 

As his breaths get back to normal, he takes another look at you. Your hair was up off your neck elegantly, a cream colored blouse with brown trousers, and the loafers he bought you for your birthday last year on your feet. He noticed you wore makeup today, a rare occasion for you since you didn’t need it. 

“Why do you look so beautiful today?” 

The words just escaped his mouth like word vomit, he couldn’t help but tell you. 

“Do I not look like this everyday?” 

He leans back in his chair to get a better look at you, sizing you up again. 

“No, something is different. Not that you don’t look beautiful all the time, but something is standing out to me..” 

You raised your hand from your side of the table to rest on top of his. 

“Seok, you’re rambling again.”  

His long fingers enclosed around yours as he held onto it a moment longer than normal. 

“No, I’m just trying to get my point across. I’m doing a bad job of it, but you are really beautiful. Got it?” 

A blush rose to your cheeks as your hand found its way back to the now sweaty glass and finished off the liquor inside. 

“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.” 

 His megawatt smile flashed itself your way and you continued to enjoy your meal without any more of Seokmins semi-sober ranting. 

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“GOD, I am so fucking full. That was amazing.” 

You giggled slamming the front door shut behind you, making your way into Seokmin’s apartment. 

“You know it’s extra good when I can sleep on your shoulder the whole bus ride without you smacking me.” 

“Seok, I do not.” 

“Uh, yeah you do, you're like some little old woman.” 

Suddenly a t-shirt hit your lap, coming from the entryway of Seokmin’s bedroom door. 

“I figured you’d want to wear that to sleep, I’m not letting you leave here alone when you’ve been drinking.” 

Your head turns slightly to your right to reply, but your eyes caught a glimpse of Seokmin in only his boxers changing into his own sleep shirt. It’s not wrong to stare at your best friend, right? 

“Do you want to watch a movie or play a game, maybe have wine?” 

His voice grew closer as you were still stuck staring at him. 

“Uh, can we do all of the above?” 

“Yes. Hurry up and go get changed, dummy.” 

You’re now standing in the same spot Seokmin was moments before, not at all baiting him to glance your way, but for some reason you couldn’t help yourself. With your back turned to him it’s impossible to see if he’s actively watching you, but you can tell by his sudden silence that he just might be. 

“Okay, so what shall we do first?” 

Sitting down next to him now matching his own outfit, underwear and his t-shirts.  

“I say we put on some music and play that funny truth or drink game you made me for a gift a few years back.” 

“Only if you want to die tonight, you NEVER answer any of the questions unless it’s like ‘golden retrievers or huskies?’”

Seokmin slapped your arm, removing himself from the floor to hunt down the laminated pieces of paper. 

“Okay, well how about we only get three chances to plead the fifth, any other question you have to answer or you have to drink.” 

Your eyes roll watching him move swiftly through his home, now grabbing a freshly opened bottle of red wine. 

“Plus it's only wine so we can cap it off at one bottle otherwise I do have opened tequila.” 

“Seok, do you not remember what happened the last time I had too much tequila?” 

“Sort of. I was equally as drunk as you if not more, all I remember is you’re  clingy as hell.” 

Taking the space across the coffee table from you, he placed the stack of questions down, and poured half of the red liquid in two coffee mugs. 

“Ladies first.” 

His eyes crinkled on the side as he smiled, waiting for you to read the first interrogating question. 

“Okay,” A laugh escaped your lips before reading out loud. “What’s the shortest amount of time you’ve known someone before hooking up?” 

“Oh come on, you can answer that it’s easy.” 

“Hm, I really was a little crazy when I first went to college. I’d have to say maybe a half hour?” 

Seokmin just nodded, nothing about that was too crazy. He knew about your freshman year of college. 

“Alright, Seoky. Saddle up.” 

You giggled, taking a sip of your wine out of turn, watching the face of the other player turn red. 

“What’s your most embarrassing fantasy?” 

He flirts with the idea of answering that most of his recent fantasies have involved you, but instead he takes a swig of his drink. 

“Oh come on. You’re no fun. Pick another card, Seok.” 

“That’s not how this game is played, you go.” 

“What’s the most embarrassing time you got turned on?” 

You stretched your head thinking you should confess to your friend that watching him change earlier brought on some sort of fever, but decided against it. 

“Actually, this is embarrassing. But, do you remember my friend Jeonghan from college?” 

“Yeah, of course. Tall, blonde, and gorgeous guy.” 

“Well one time we were studying for a biology exam and the AC in the library was broken, so it was ridiculously hot. We were both sweating a bit, but he was wearing a sweatshirt and I fought and fought him to remove it so he could be more comfortable. Like, it was clearly distracting him. But, he told me he didn’t have a t- shirt to wear underneath.” 

As your story continued Seokmin felt himself catching a wave of jealousy. 

“Lucky for him, I did have my gym bag for later. So I lent my workout top to wear. When he came back from the bathroom he was in a white crop top and for some reason I got so turned on by him wearing my clothes and studying. Like when he burst into the room I swear I almost fucked him right there.” 

“So you got turned on by a guy wearing your clothes? You’re such a typical man, Y/N.” 

“Hey, shut the fuck up. Men wish they were like me.” 

Seokmin’s face now hotter than ever reached back into the pile. 

“What’s the dirtiest text you’ve ever sent?” 

He tried to think of anything even remotely scandalous he could tell you, but came up flat and a little embarrassed. 

“Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever sexted in my life.” 

“There’s no way you haven’t.” 

“No, I’m serious. The only girl I really dated long term used to try to send me stuff like ‘oh i want you so bad, Seokmin.’ or ‘I wish you’d come over to take care of my problem.’ But I was oblivious and would just respond with things like ‘Well you already have me.’ and ‘What’s wrong?’ I promise I’ve never sexted or even tried too, I would be awful at it. I can barely flirt and make it obvious.” 

“She was trying to get you to fuck her and you thought she had an actual problem?” 

“Yeah, I’ve never been good at flirting.” 

As you laugh at his innocent mistake, and continue to drink your wine you come up with an idea. 

“Okay, let’s practice.” 

“Practice what?” 

“Flirting, like we can roleplay you flirting with me right now, let’s go.” 

“Are you serious?” 

You patted the floor on your side of the glass table trying to get him closer to you. 

“Deadly, now come on.” 

He still didn’t move, so you pushed yourself off his carpeted floor and sat facing him at his side, finally turning to you, you noticed how nervous he seemed. 

“Look, it’s just me. Nothing bad can come out of it.” 

“How do we even start doing this?” 

“Hmm, here scooch is a little closer to me. Just tell me a line.” 

“Okay.” 

Seokmin placed his warm hands on your criss-crossed knees and looked deeply at you, almost into your soul. Your stomach fluttered at the closeness, even though touching for the both of you wasn’t unusual. 

“Hey, baby. I -” 

You cut him off blissful with laughter, nearly spitting your sip of wine onto his white t-shirt. 

“Oh, come on. I wasn’t that bad was I?” 

Dialing it back slightly, your now crying eyes and painful belly, just shook your head. 

“Why were you so serious? Like be yourself, come on.” 

“Let’s just stop. I can't do this, it's too embarrassing.” 

“Fine, here. I’ll teach you.” 

You stood up now, gesturing to him to follow. When he does, you hand him his mug and give him a little nod. Walking over to the knob for the lights to be more dim, only the sound of your feet and the soft party playlist lingering in the background, you strutted back over to him.  

“Hi.” 

“Hey.” 

Your free hand snaked its way up to his shoulder as you gave it a little squeeze indicating you’re going to start now. 

“So, I was over there.” Your hands gesturing to the very bedroom you watched him changing in earlier. “And, I just wanted to tell you that I think you’re really hot.”

“You do?” 

As you nodded, his eyes followed the traces of your exposed neck all the way down to your bare legs. 

“Do you want to dance with me?” 

A question a little silly for you two just being in his apartment, but anything to make him more comfortable without having to talk. 

Seokmin took back both of your mugs and placed them down onto the table, wrapping his hands tightly around your lower back as yours reached into his hair and laid your head down onto his shoulder. 

As you swayed looking out the window to the sparkling cityscape you felt him pull away slightly from you. 

“What are you thinking about?” 

A simple question. 

“How badly I want to kiss you.” 

The words left his mouth with honesty. 

“See that’s a good line.” 

“It’s not a line, I just really want to kiss you.” 

Your head came up off of his shoulder to search his eyes. 

“I, uh. You do?” 

Suddenly you were the one rambling, finally not in the dominant position. 

He just nodded, leaning down to your wine stained lips and planted a kiss as light as a feather on your face, just missing the target. 

You now rolling your eyes dug your fingers deeper into his brown locks and crashed into him. 

The two of you still swaying your bodies to the song started to go deeper into each other, kissing more rapidly now. 

When he stopped for a minute to lift you into his arms, Seokmin’s lips reached the spot on your neck that was just sensitive enough to have a moan breathe out. 

No words were exchanged as he laid you down on his perfectly made bed and continued exploring you, not until it was over did he mutter something that he often says to you, but it had a different meaning now. 

“I love you.” 

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[brrrkdslek]

MY SOMEONE.

❒ psh x gn! reader

❒ comfort, angst

❒ mental illness, pills, arguments

❒ 0.6k

❒ new theme spoilers!

"why won't you listen! i didn't even do anything-" "stop blaming your sister! it's not her fault you're lazy and irresponsible!" you screamed in frustration and slammed your door in your mother's face. curling into the corner of your bed, sobbing into your arms.

feeling a familiar warmth engulf you, you look up to see seonghwa, your best friend, hugging you. pushing him away slightly, you rubbed your eyes, "what are you doing here?" he tilted his head, "what do you mean," he rubbed the tears staining your face with his sleeve, "i'm always here, aren't i?" tears filled your eyes at his loving words as you broke apart in his arms.

you cried as he stroked your hair, comforting you with his gentle touch and loving words, "it's okay, i know it's hard right now," seonghwa kissed the top of your head, "i know it's hard, but you can do this." he held your face in his hands, "i know you can. you're so strong and talented and even if you aren't, i'm so proud of you for getting through the day."

"did you take your medicine today?" you sniffled, "n-no..." seonghwa sighed and nuzzled his chin into the top of your head, "and why not?" removing yourself from him, you gripped his arms while more tears spilt from your eyes, "because i won't see you anymore..." seonghwa's eyes narrowed at your words, "but, my love," he whispered, "i never existed in the first place..."

you silently cried, "but i need you-" "no, you don't." seonghwa held your cheeks with his palms, watery eyes gleaming with a hint of sadness, "you always think you need me but you don't. you do just as well without me..." you closed your eyes as seonghwa puts the pill bottle into your hand, "but i don't want you to go..."

seonghwa rested his forehead against yours as he sighed, tears streaming down his face too. "but i need to," he gripped your hands which held the bottle, "otherwise you'll never get over me, your imagination." he took your hand and twisted open the cap, taking out a single pill as you bit back a sob.

you stayed frozen as you stared at the white pill, eyes blurry from the tears the keep threatening to spill. seonghwa returned with a glass of water, you shook your head as he grabbed the pill from your hand and tossed it into your mouth. he used your hands to grab the glass while you drank from it, sobbing the entire time.

as you finished the water you pass it to seonghwa, only to hear it shatter and break on the ground. looking around, you realised he was gone. you cried out in pain as you wanted to throw the pill bottle away. but no matter how hard you tried, your grip never loosened. is it seonghwa? was he trying to help you? save you? why was-

no, he never existed. you should forget about him, that's how you'll grow and learn.

you stay seated on your bed as your tears continue staining your pillows and blanket, pill bottle still tightly engulfed in your hand. all the memories you and seonghwa had made together ever since you were a child suddenly appeared as the small children played hide and seek, running through your wall and door.

even if he never existed, he felt real. he felt like the realest person to you. and maybe, just maybe in another lifetime, park seonghwa was real. so real that he went to school and he succeeded at becoming an idol. and maybe, just maybe he would be someone to you, just as he had been for you.

©BRRRKDSLEK 2023

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[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic september 9 — carry — 1.6k words — mentions of sex at the end of the chapter! kinda nsfw

or; in which Regulus has a tense neck and James is so, so helpful <3

Regulus has, frankly, had enough of carrying children around for the next three of his lifetimes.

Ron has busted his knee open on the gravel outside while playing catch and is now crying? Regulus is cradling him close as he whisks back inside and playing doctor as he gets the gentle disinfectant and band-aids. Neville had a little pee accident? Regulus is carrying him to the bathrooms with outstretched arms for a change of clothes. Harry is getting into a fight with another kid over a toy situation involving being mean to Hermoine? Regulus has to swoop down and take him to the quiet room to calm him down and then talk about voicing one’s feelings or getting the help of an adult.

The frown gradually eases off his little forehead behind his round glasses as he listens to Regulus, sniffling occasionally. He has a spiderman themed patch over his left eye that Regulus finds mortifyingly adorable.

Honestly, Regulus would have quit long ago if it wasn’t for how easily these little stinkers have weaseled their ways into his heart.

Regulus is 23 and his back is a tragedy.

His joints bop and creak and the muscles in his neck are stiffer than cement at his point.

Being bent over the low desks in the tiny chairs to help the kids arts and craft the decoration for this Friday’s Halloween party is not doing him any favors either.

“Stan Lee called, he wants his wall-crawling, web-shooting superhero back!” a warm voice comes from the door to their group’s room.

Well, Regulus supposes there might be one or two more reasons besides the kids he likes his job for.

Harry groans next to him without looking up, vaguely wagging his arm in James’ direction, “Noo, daddy, I can’t go yet. I need to finish my snow owl!”

Regulus finally lets himself look up from his seat to catch James crossing his arms and leaning into the doorframe. He’s in a crimson cable knit sweater over a crisp white button down and dark gray slacks that fit inappropriately snug in all the right places.

James nods solemnly, “Right, right, because the other five snow owls taped to your bedroom window need one more for company or they’ll be lonely, huh?”

Harry sighs exasperatedly, “This one’s not coming home with us.”

James raises an eyebrow at Regulus in question, badly concealing his grin.

“These are for the party on Friday,” Regulus supplies helpfully, quickly swiping the glue from Ron before he sticks it in his mouth the fourth time today. Lily was the one to sign herself up for bringing Harry as well as brownies and lemonade so Regulus isn’t too surprised it wasn’t at the front of James’ mind.

This one shoots up then, “Oh, fu—n,” gawking at his own slip-up.

Regulus levels him with an unimpressed stare, lips twitching.

James drives his fingers through his chaotic curls, “Yeah, funny thing, I actually meant to talk to you about it, Regulus.”

A gentle shiver tingles it’s way up Regulus’ spine, “It’s Mr. Black.”

James makes a face that says obviously, “I know, love,” licks his lips to conceal the cheeky smile threatening to spill. Regulus wants to hit him. “Lily actually had something come up, and I was able to postpone a meeting so now I’m the one bringing Harry and staying for the buffet.”

Oh.

“Oh,” Regulus’ jaw might drop a bit.

James hums happily and then steals a pen out of the little basket on the table next the door, “Unfortunately I’m no good with brownies, I do however make the best fruit sticks covered in chocolate— so,” points the pen at Regulus with a grin, “Where do i sign?”

Regulus ducks his head against the flush crawling up his cheeks as he stands up, “Um— I’ll get the list.”

“Oh, no worries, Regulus,” his colleague Dorcas leers from across the table, “I’ve got the gremlins managed. I think James would be happy to head upstairs with you and while you’re at it,” Regulus already knows what’s coming as Dorcas’ smile turns overly sweet, “I’m sure he could give you a hand with my new desk chair with those big muscles of his.”

Regulus looks over at James, “You don’t have t—”

“Lead the way,” James says with a wink.

James carries the oversized carton up the stairs without breaking a fucking sweat while Regulus had taken one look at it, nudged it with a knee to see how heavy it was and then told Dorcas not a chance in hell.

Because, as established, his back is a tragedy and all that.

It’s twinging now too as he takes the thick binder out of the cabinet and drops it on top with a thunk.

Regulus tilts his neck and lets his upper spine crack with a grunt, does the same on the other side while he flicks through the papers.

James looks at him with an unnaturally blank expression when he asks, “You okay?”

Regulus rolls his shoulders to ease the tension, making a non-comical noise.

“Well, it’s no surprise you have some back pain working with children.”

Regulus chuckles humorlessly, flicking a glance James’ way, “What are you, a physio-therapist?”

“Oh,” a smug chuckle that has Regulus turning warily, “Close enough.”

Regulus crosses his arms in front of his chest and waits for him to elaborate.

James cocks his head, mimics his stance and waits him out patiently.

Regulus has half the mind to kick him.

Asks, with an eyeroll that’s nearly painful, “Well, what’s your occupation?”

“I’m a chiropractor.”

“Oh, you’re kidding.”

“Am not, today might just be your lucky day.”

Regulus considers that for a moment.

He could easily shrug it off as a joke. Roll his eyes once more, hand James the damn list to jot down his name and stupid, sexy chocolate covered grapes and strawberries and god knows what else and then kick him the fuck out and back down to collect Harry and have him on his merry way.

He could do that.

Should, probably.

It’s just that his neck really fucking aches and it’s even gotton to the point of disturbing his sleep the past few days.

Regulus sighs, “I don’t have any cash on me right now.”

James snorts, “I didn’t expect you to pay me, love.”

Regulus worries his bottom lip between his teeth for another moment.

“C’mon you look stiff as a board,” James nods his chin at him and Regulus turns dutifully but not without another eyeroll.

James steps closer and immediately draws his left palm up over his back, thumb tracking his spine. “I’m warning you though, these babies have it in them,” digs the pads of his strong fingers into Regulus’ shoulders for enunciation.

Regulus blames what comes out of his mouth next on the mind boggling spice of James’ cologne, “I’m good with hard.”

The hands twitch against Regulus for a moment and he hears a noise that sounds like James is running his tongue along his teeth behind his lips.

Voice husky and breath tickling Regulus’ dark curls, “Alright,” a hand running down Regulus’ spine as a thumb digs into a pressure point in his neck, “Good to know.”

James seems to mostly palpate the hotspots of Regulus cramped muscles and the places of where joints would have to be realigned.

Body heat warm from behind and palms thorough as he kneads Regulus’ hard muscles and puts pressure along where he scans for more issues.

When he circles back to his neck and uses both his hands on one side Regulus can’t help but groan, shivering involuntary.

James makes a small cooing noise, “Yeah, I know, I’m sorry, I'm sorry.”

Regulus pants a breath, shakes his head feebly, “Mm, you’re good.”

“This doesn’t look too good, love,” James voice rumbles, closer to Regulus’ ear now.

Regulus hisses at the sting when James releases the muscle and goes over to the other side. His mouth drops open and he whines too loudly when James picks back up with his administrations.

“Regulus,” if he was less caught up the unforgiving press of his fingers Regulus maybe would have noticed how strangled James sounded.

He works him dutifully through the other side and then slides his palms past Regulus’ shoulder blades and rests them at the dip of his back for a lingering second before gently squeezing at his waist.

Prompts Regulus into turning around and coming to face the other man again.

His lips look a bit redder than Regulus remembers.

“Well, that’s all I can do for now without my office massage table,” James rubs at the back of his neck sheepishly.

Regulus rolls his shoulders out and notes with satisfaction how much looser he feels already, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, love,” James replies with a smile so warm Regulus melts a bit around the edges.

He feels embarrassingly gooey.

James ends up filling out the sheet and then leaving with Harry five minutes later.

When he shows up Friday noon he’s clad in ridiculously tight pants again and a ridiculously orange pumpkin jumper. Also cat ears for some reason.

Lily is able to join for a few minutes at the end, watching Harry perform the trick or treating song they had the kids learn and then taking him home.

James ends up staying to help clean up.

He feeds Regulus one of the last chocolate covered fruit sticks—grape, strawberry and blueberries, honey melon and peaches.

Regulus ends up blowing James for it, turning him into a groaning, whimpering mess as he sucks his heavy cock into the back of his throat and James retaliates by realigning his spine in a very non-chiropractor way.

They crush the rest of Molly’s blueberry muffins while they’re at it.

#god im so tired #wrote the last bit barely conscious #suddenly they were fucking? #lol #gnight guys<3 #jegulus microfic #jegulus fic #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #lune’s tiny fic

[singmyaubade]

SPEAK NOW

| sypnosis: you attend james potters wedding with a love you hope to save.

| warnings: may contain use of cursing, all fluff

| marauders era

—

you walked inside the church, as nervous as ever, lily evans hugging you almost immediately, “merlin, i wasn’t sure you were attending!” you embraced her back.

you sighed, “and not attend my ex boyfriends wedding with the woman i hate the most? i could never miss it.” you said, lily giving you a frown.

“saying this as his ex too, you guys are meant for eachother.” lily rubbed her arm lightly, “and she is truly the devil including that family of hers.” you both laughed, “well you should join mary and i.” lily invited with a smile.

you smiled back, “of course, i just have to go to the restroom quickly.” lily nodded, sitting down as you went to find the restroom.

you quickly rushed around to find it before the ceremony starts as you bumped someone around the corner, falling to the ground, you muffled an apology before looking to see who’s hard chest you bumped into.

your cheeks blushed red in embarrassment, “james.”

he gave you a smile, reaching his hand out, you received his hand with a silent thank you, “i was hoping you would attend.” he spoke with a smile.

you gave a slight laugh, “and why is that?”

“it’s not everyday that your first love attends the most important day of your life.” he smiles brightly.

you inhale deeply, “i thought lily was your first love.”

“lily is certainly once in a lifetime but you are everything in one, you are the hardest to find, the best prize of all.” he spoke as your breath hitched.

you both paused for a moment, staring at eachother. you could tell he was being truly genuine which made it all even more hopeless and enticing.

“well are you excited?” you asked.

“of course, i am scared to my wits but im sure it will all be a relief soon.” he answered.

“does it feel right?“ you took sharp breaths.

“i like to think so.” he confusingly smiled.

your eyes turned glossy, “could’ve been us.” you chucked lightly.

he gave you a slight smile with a frown, “yeah but right person, wrong time.”

you looked down, “yeah.” you took a deep breath, “you look absolutely handsome.” you smiled.

“i would hope so but you seem to have outstaged me as always.” he looked in your eyes.

you laughed slightly, looking down.

you both were silent for a few minutes.

he swallowed deeply, “i know this might be highly inappropriate.” you looked at him, “but i would’ve been the luckiest and richest man on earth if you were the person i was spending the rest of my life with.”

hearing those words almost made you shatter completely, things shouldn’t have been this way, you felt entirely cursed in this moment.

“james come on!” you heard sirius yell from the dressing room.

he smiled, “i have a woman to marry, i will see you out there.” he took both of your hands, giving you a kiss on the cheek before walking away.

in that moment, you felt as if you just saw your own entire mind, body, and soul walking away from you. you knew you couldn’t let him get away.

you quickly stalked back to your seat, sitting urgently next to lily, “i cant let him go.” you quickly whispered, looking ahead.

“what?” lily whisper shouted.

“he can’t marry her.” you looked at lily.

she saw the look in your eyes as the wedding bells sang and the piano started playing the wedding theme.

james was at the altar with sirius, remus, and peter behind him. he looked nervous as ever and you could tell by the way he was wiping his hands on his pants.

his bride walked down the aisle, one of the most successful, famous, and angelic pureblood to ever exist.

james grabbed both of her hands as the priest started the ceremony.

your hands were trembling as held onto them, calming you down. you felt as if you were going to throw up.

the ceremony was going as fast as it ever could, you felt as if time was slipping out of your hands and you couldn’t get a grasp.

and just for a moment,

only a single moment,

james looked into your eyes, giving you a sign of some sort of hope.

you popped into reality as lily whispered something in your ear. “stand.”

you were confused, “what?”

“stand now!” she whisper yelled to you as you followed the order.

everyone looked at you in shock, some with anger, and some with disbelief.

you could see sirius give remus five galleons:

your heart rate fastened as james looked at you for a second then gave you a slight smile.

“how dare you!” his bride yelled, “you do not get to ruin my moment!” she looked at james, “order them out!”

the bride continued yelling, begging for you to be carried out.

you looked at james with pure hope before he let go of his brides hands and started running towards you with a smile.

“potter!” his bride yelled.

you quickly smiled back as he grabbed your hand, forcing you to run with him.

you quickly yelled before exiting the doors, “i love you lily evans!”

#james potter #james potter x y/n #marauders era #hogwarts #harry potter #remus lupin #sirius orion black #wedding #fluff #hp

[salaimoi]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Jealousy Jealousy ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

pairing: gojo satoru x fem! reader with superiority complex

synopsis: gojo won’t give up pursuing a one-night stand with you, but you’ve made it clear you’re not that type of girl; he only sees that as resolve to make you his.

content: light smut, jealousy, controlling tendencies, mentions of sexual themes.

wc: 2,790 m.list

No one ever understood your relationship with Gojo Satoru for multiple reasons. For starters, he was the Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer alive and the most coveted man among the female populace. That said, who the hell were you and more importantly, how did you manage to become his girlfriend? These were the same two questions everyone who caught a glimpse of you two holding hands in public asked themselves without fail. You always overheard the murmurs; continuously noticed the stares, but you pretended you didn't.

After all, it was you who pleased him to his heart's content every night—not them. It was you who forced him to throw in the towel every so often because your hunger and desire were boundless when it came to Satoru. He always caved and satisfied you, even when he didn't have anything left in him anymore, but you always wanted more. Satoru adored that about you more than he'd ever like to admit.

He took pride in his ability to please women, always boasting that there wasn't a woman alive that could keep up with him to his friends. Until you came along. The moment he laid his cerulean colored eyes on you he had one single thought on his mind: “I'm going to ruin her.”

Boy was he wrong. Little did he know you were a scheming minx who prided herself in forcing men to bend to her will. You made this crystal clear when you two met as well.

Usually, any woman who even got as much as a glimpse of Satoru would go berserk. It was different with you though. No matter how much jewelry, money, expensive clothes, or other materialistic gifts he threw in your face, he could never manage to coax you into his arms.

You weren't a gold digger either; you simply had no interest whatsoever in men who flaunted their money to impress you. The only way to your heart was by being worshiped like the goddess you knew you were.

It wasn't like Satoru hadn’t been informed of this since the moment you became acquainted; he was merely putting it to the test. This was due to the fact that he had a hard time believing any woman could resist his charms and good looks, so he took it upon himself to prove you wrong.

“What do you mean you don't believe me?” you replied with a smug look.

“Yeah, I think you're full of shit. How do you continuously turn away a night filled with passion with someone like me every time I come over?” Satoru responded while flexing his muscles, his body leaning towards you so that you could get a clear view of his toned body.

You have had this conversation a million times before. He always came knocking at your door, letting himself in before you could even invite him inside. He would then begin offering you what he considered the deal of a lifetime: sex with him. You always said no, but in his head he must've heard, “Not right now; try again later, my beautiful blue-eyed king!”

“Someone like you? What do you mean by that?” you repeated in confusion.

“I mean someone as handsome as me—irresistible as well.” Satoru replied with a complacent grin on his face.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, already knowing where this conversation was headed. “And? Just because you're attractive doesn't mean I'm gonna drop my panties at your beck and call. I value myself more than that— I don't know if you do.”

“Excuse me!? Are you calling me a man-whore??” he riposted with a stunned expression.

He couldn't believe she had the nerve to insult him in such a manner. It wasn't that he felt offended; if anything, he felt challenged by her remarks.

“Never did I use such a vulgar word when I answered you, ‘toru. If you're becoming this defensive it must be because you know my words hold some truth to them.”

Gojo remained silent for a moment. He knew both your comments were true but he would never admit it. All the attention he got from women was the food that fueled his ego. The fact that someone like you would defy him like this was only hurting his amour propre.

Why did she keep turning him down? Was it because his good looks were starting to fade away? No, that couldn't be it. He had just finished dicking down a girl he met for the first time an hour before he got here. He had only come over to your house right after because that interaction had him feeling invincible.

If he could sway a stranger into sleeping with him then why the hell couldn't he coax you into it as well? You were giving him a run for his money and he hated it. Still, that wasn't gonna stop him from pursuing you.

“Oh don't be like that, tell me what it is I need to do so you'll give me the time of day and I'll do it.” he responded with a dulcet tone, in hopes that his words would persuade you. He was internally kicking himself for even saying those words out loud.

“Why are you so obsessed with this whole thing? Are you trying to prove something to yourself by getting me into bed? I already told you it takes more than a silver tongue to make that happen.”

Gojo let out a sigh of disappointment laced with annoyance. His patience was languishing by the second but he knew that he had to get a clear answer out of her.

Deep down he knew she loved the cat and mouse game they had going on. If she didn't, she would've kicked him to the curb by now, but she kept him around despite his numerous failed attempts to pursue her.

He had tried everything: paying for her nail appointments, buying her pricey clothes and shoes, taking her to luxurious restaurants, and even gifting her the latest technology.

Even after all this, he always got turned down and he would sulk all the way back home like a wounded puppy with his tail between his legs. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't catching actual romantic feelings for you after spending so much time with you. In all actuality he had tried everything except one thing.

“Mmm—do I need to beg?” he asked in a defeated tone.

“Yes. On your knees actually.”

“You can't be serious.”

“Do I look like I'm joking?” you replied with a snarky tone. Your words did have some bantering undertones to them, but the only reason you said them was because you knew he would never beg. Maybe this way he'd finally give up trying to sweet talk you into a one-night stand with him.

“Oh my god. You're horrible for even suggesting something like that.”

“There's the door if my suggestion displeases you.”

“I didn't say I wasn't gonna do it.” he raked his hands through his lustrous white mane in frustration before continuing. “Damn it–you better not tell anyone about this!”

“Don't tell me what to do.” you retorted.

It seemed as if he was committed to begging after all. You weren't expecting it, but everyone has a breaking point after all. Now, if he was going to give you a show, you were sure to enjoy it and even store the video on your phone as memorabilia. You reached over to the back pocket of your denim jeans and pulled out your lilac pink-cased phone that Gojo himself gifted you not too long ago.

*ding* an ostentatious chime reverberated across the room as you pressed the record button on your phone. At least that's how Gojo discerned it as he stood there witnessing first hand how you continued to belittle him. As luck would have it, he found this utterly appeasing for some unknown reason.

“Damn–she really has no interest in sparing my feelings even after a year of us knowing each other.” he thought internally. He huffed a small breath through his nose before placing one knee firmly on the ground followed by the other.

His body almost seemed to be moving in slow motion as he processed what he was doing. He continued by pressing his palms together firmly in a begging gesture.

All of this was borderline ridiculous to him, but he had no room to complain after it was him who spent a year gifting her pretentiously exorbitant items to sway her. Gojo took one last deep breath before picking his head up and giving you a facial expression that pleaded for your approval.

“Please—may I have the pleasure of having you tonight? I would be the most exultant man on Earth if you would grant me this opportunity. I swear that I'll cherish it with every fiber in my body. I'll make it my mission to please you like no one ever has. Please grant this starving fool his only wish. I beg of you.”

The chime from your phone sounded once more as you ended the video, placing the phone into your back pocket once more. You let out a mischievous taunting grin as Gojo’s imploring declaration was exactly what you wanted to hear.

Seeing him on his knees and supplicating for your attention was everything you stood for. This was what you were put on this Earth to do.

However, as enticing as his words were, you weren't satisfied. Sure his commitment to the act was alluring, but you weren't a one-night stand girl. He was either fully committed to you or nothing.

“Nope—I don't do one-night stands, sorry.” you retaliated while looking down at him in a condescending manner.

“Then be my girlfriend.” he replied without hesitation. He picked himself up from the floor and walked towards you, meaning every word he said.

“I thought you didn't do relationships, Mr. Promiscuous.”

It was true. He never committed to relationships for more than half a year. Why did he have to constrain himself to one woman after all? He could have anyone he wanted so why settle?

At least that's what he thought before meeting you. Maybe it was your taunting nature, or your sense of superiority over him that drove him to defy this ideology within him.

“Fuck that—I don't want anyone else. I'll marry you right now if that will make you believe that I'm serious about this. I'm tired of the back and forth. Be mine and mine only for the rest of eternity.”

—

Not only had you procured his love and affection, but you also managed to unveil his jealous side along the way. Satoru swore he wasn't jealous; he was only looking out for his girlfriend. This was the same excuse he used over and over again due to the fact that admitting he was jealous would mean admitting he felt insecure.

He had fought tooth and nail to get you to say yes to being his girlfriend, almost milking his bank account dry along the way for you. Not that it inconvenienced him.

He wasn't about to let any peasant near you and let them think they had a chance with you. After all, he made himself believe that you looked a million times more alluring than you did before you guys met because of what he invested in you.

“I told you to stay the fuck out of my phone Satoru!” you spoke spitefully. This was the thousandth time you had to whisk your phone away from your boyfriend’s hands. No matter how many times he snooped through it and you lectured him, he wouldn't let the habit die.

Gojo rolled his cerulean eyes at you in vehement. He then crossed his arms as he sat on the white velvet sofa in your house, something he also paid for.

“Whatever. Don't think I didn't see that provocative picture in your camera roll that I haven't received yet. I better see it on my phone by the end of the day. Who the hell are you taking those for anyway??”

“You're so fucking insufferable. That was supposed to be a surprise for you later. You just spoiled your own gift you dumbass.”

Your boyfriend’s eyes widened in shock as he realized what he just did. All because of his inability to stay out of your phone. He swiftly got up from the couch and walked towards you from behind, placing his arms around your waist and swaying you side to side.

“Awww I can pretend I didn't see anything, pretty girl. You know I meant no harm.” his breath tickling your skin as he planted soft kisses on your neck. “What's this? You're not wearing the necklace I got you?”

“I sold it.” you retorted.

“Please, you'd never sell anything I ever gifted you. You still have the candy wrappers from the first candies I ever gifted you.”

“Shut up–I just let my friend borrow it for her date. I think I'll let her keep it.”

“And why is that?”

“Well~” you reply before turning your body around to face your boyfriend, placing your arms around his neck. “I think it's only fair you got me a new one after the stunt you pulled yesterday.”

Satoru knew exactly what you were talking about. You had gone out to lunch together and he pulled one of his jealous acts again. Except this time he did it in public, something you completely despised.

You didn't mind his proprietorial attitude towards you simply because he always atoned for it by fucking your brains out. You always went from shrieking his name in a reprimanding manner to moaning it in less than an hour.

Yesterday was different however, your male friend had approached you to say hi with no ill intentions. Howbeit, Satoru didn't feel the same way.

He felt like your “conversation” with your little friend was taking too long and that he was ogling you with prurient eyes.

After surmising this, he got up from his seat and dragged you out of the restaurant by your wrist. Your wrists aching in torture as his grasp prompted the diamond bracelet to dig into your skin. You knew the scene that would follow if you protested; you simply let him haul you to the car.

“Have you lost your fucking mind Satoru??” you jerked your arm back and massaged your throbbing wrist as he was opening the door to shove you inside. “I was having a conversation with my friend before you barbarically manhandled me, you dick.”

“Your friend clearly wanted more than just a conversation with you. Don't act dumb with me.” he retaliated.

Although he was livid, he knew not to ever maul you with such heedlessness, but this occasion was disparate from all the others. He vigorously jostled you into the car and slammed the door. Before you could even say anything, he hastened over to the driver’s side and situated himself behind the wheel. His seething expression felt as if you were the one in the wrong here. He was quite literally foaming at the mouth as he refrained from yelling at you.

The conversation only escalated from there until you demanded that he drop you off home. You didn’t speak to each other for the rest of the night—until he came over in the morning to pry into your phone.

Now you were here—coaxing him into buying you another necklace simply because you felt like it. All you had to do was bat your prepossessing eyelashes at him a few times; he always succumbed to your antics.

You bring your hands up behind his neck, slowly trailing them into his silky hair. A mischievous smirk emerging from your lips as you processed the notion of having the strongest sorcerer at the palm of your hands.

Satoru’s hand kept a light touch on your body as he trailed it to the side of your ribs, cupping your breasts amorously as you stood in front of him. His hands groping the fat in your boobs ardently. It had been weeks since you last handed your body over to him; he had only himself to blame for that, his demanding behavior was beginning to irk your nerves. Seeing you in that low-cut lace satin shirt only aggrandized his sexual appetite for you. He had to feel you tighten around him no matter the cost. He’d even settle with fingering you at these altitudes.

“For you, I’d purchase the entire jewelry store, princess.” he finally answered.

He had actually attempted that on multiple occasions, but you always stopped him.

“Tell me what it is your heart desires and I’ll arrange for it.”

ꨄauthors notes: hihi! this is my first time ever writing a fanfic feel free to leave any constructive feedback! hope you enjoyed <33

#gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jujutsu gojo #jjk gojo #gojou satoru x reader #satorugojo #jjk x you #jealous gojo

[1800-fight-me]

Broken Vows Part Three

Part One Part Two Epilogue

Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader

Rating: E (Explicit) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: Sex, angst, canon level violence!!, dark themes, (as a reminder for anyone stressed about the warnings in this last chapter- i promised a happy ending and i am delivering on that promise!)

Word count: About 7.5k

Synopsis: You and your son’s fates are in the balance as tensions rise and plans are initiated. Will the resolution you seek come to fruition?

Author’s note: Here we are at the last chapter! I am feeling so emotional over the end of this story that means so much to me! I literally have never finished a series before so this is a huge accomplishment for me and I really put my heart and soul into this story! I really hope y’all enjoy it! Thank you so much to @just-here-for-the-moment and @lady-phasma for beta reading for me!!

Aemond Masterlist

You gulped as you stood at the door of your father’s chambers. Your foot tapped in anticipation of the confrontation that was sure to come.

Your son whined, wanting to get down, but you shushed him and held him tight against your hip. The guard led you in and your eyebrows shot up in surprise as you saw your father.

Though you had been in King’s Landing for some days now, you had yet to see him. He looked as if time might have treated him even more horribly than it had treated you.

You strode across the bare room to where he sat in an uncomfortable looking chair.

“Daughter,” he wheezed out.

“Father,” you greeted him coldly.

You stared at his wrinkled and haggard face and couldn’t stop the words as you blurted out, “You look terrible.”

He half laughed and half coughed.

“A result of a lifetime of sins and poor decisions,” he said.

You scrunched your eyebrows at him, in disbelief at his words.

“Has becoming senile given you new faith in the gods?” you scoffed.

He wheezed another laugh.

“Yes. Your words cut me deep, daughter.”

“You deserve it. It is not as if you are resolved of the grievances I have against you just because you’re near death’s door.”

“It seems you have done as you wished despite my decisions anyhow,” he said with a pointed look at your son.

“I do not know of what you speak.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Your idiot husband may not know but I know you, my wicked daughter. I know that child is of the prince.”

You glared at him and made your decision.

You were sick of hiding, sick of cowering, sick of living in fear. What could an old man nearing his death bed really do anyhow?

“So it seems we both have sins. Both the result of your poor decisions.” you said hotly.

He smirked as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Do you feel remorse for your sins?”

“No,” you said firmly as you stared him down.

You son finally managed to wiggle out of your arms and began to toddle around the room.

He laughed again, this time spitefully.

“You truly are my daughter, you’re as stubborn as I am. I should have known this would happen when I married you to that idiot Stark.”

You said nothing as you glared at him.

You did your best to keep your breathing even as your temper spiked.

Your son grabbed at your skirts and you picked him up once again.

“Is this why you wanted me to come? To hurl accusations at me?” you finally asked.

“I wanted to see my daughter again before I die. Is that too much to ask?”

“I am glad you found religion, but that does not absolve you in my eyes. You will find no forgiveness or comforting words from me,” you said softly but firmly.

He coughed once loudly, and then began a coughing fit.

You watched him, but made no move to help.

“You look so much like your mother,” he said.

You held your tongue.

“Go then,” he said rather viciously.

You turned and walked out with your head held high.

——————

The last feast of the festivities was by far the worst.

You, your husband, and your father were seated at the table with the Targaryens. You weren’t sure who made that decision, but the tension at the table was nearly unbearable.

It was only cut through occasionally by Helaena’s near incomprehensible comments and Aegon’s lewd jokes.

The festivities around the room raged loudly and merrily, but at your table awkwardness reigned.

All you wanted was to retire to your quarters for the night.

Aegon and Cregon had already sunk deep into their cups and you rolled your eyes at their conversation. They were so far drunk they did not realize nearly everyone at the table could hear them as they spoke of the serving girls’ bodies. With both of their wives sitting on their other sides.

You sighed and glanced across the table at Aemond.

His lip was curled in disgust as he stared daggers at his brother and your husband.

Your husband suddenly wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you roughly into his side.

You held in your sigh of frustration but couldn’t stop yourself from glaring at him.

“No woman, however, has tits as nice as my wife,” Cregon said to Aegon.

You knew there was no truth to his words, vile as they were, as he had never shown any interest in you beyond his duty.

“Cregon,” you protested in embarrassment.

Aegon chuckled as he looked over at you.

“Don’t you agree, my prince?” Cregon said sharply as he looked at Aemond.

At the same time he shoved his hand between your thighs and gripped the flesh harshly.

Aemond glared at your husband. There was death in his stare.

His fists, where they rested on the table, were clenched so tight that his knuckles were white.

Your father chuckled spitefully.

“Cregon, unhand me,” you hissed at him as he began to tug at your skirts.

He broke eye contact with Aemond to look at you.

“You are treating me as a common whore rather than-“

“My lady wife? Is that what you were going to say? I thought you loathed to be my wife,” he spat at you as he let you go.

“Stop it. You are embarrassing us both,” you said sharply.

He rolled his eyes but relented as he took another deep drink from his wine goblet.

You called for the guards to help you escort your husband back to his chambers.

He complied with only minimal disgruntlement.

With one last glance at Aemond, who looked murderously angry, you left the banquet hall.

—————

The guards deposited your husband in the chair in his sitting room and promptly left.

He groaned in annoyance.

You stood with your hands on your hips as you glared at him.

“What was that vile display about?” you demanded, as you referred to his heinous behavior at the feast.

“Why does my son have white hair?” he yelled.

“I- the maesters told us when he was born that it must be a birth defect,” you said as you felt the world around you tilt on its axis.

Your heart pounded and you began to feel light headed.

He glared at you.

“Or it is the result of being sired by a Targaryen,” he said through clenched teeth.

You gasped.

“What are you accusing me of?”

“You know exactly what I am accusing you of,” he seethed.

“I would never! How dare you?”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“You are drunk,” you spat at him.

“And you are a whore,” he yelled.

You took a step back from him.

“You are too inebriated for this conversation. We can discuss this tomorrow when you’ve sobered up.”

“I am leaving,” he said as he stood on unsteady feet.

You made no move to help him.

“At this hour?”

“Yes.”

He walked past you towards his door.

“To another brothel?” you demanded.

He turned back to look at you.

“There will be consequences for this, lady wife, I promise you that,” he said and then left.

As the door slammed behind him you sank to your knees and sobbed.

Your world felt as if it were falling apart.

Too many people knew the truth. Your lady’s maid, both queens, your father, and now most dangerously- your husband knew your secret, your treachery, and he was right. Consequences would follow.

——————

Rage was the only emotion Aemond could feel. It took all his self control and then some to stop himself from lunging across the table and killing Cregon where he sat.

He reminded himself over and over again of the carefully crafted, step by step plan.

He had a network of spies that notified him of every step Cregon took as soon as you and him had arrived in King’s Landing.

He knew Cregon’s deplorable nightly routines, which is why he never worried about being caught in your room. Your husband was always busy in a brothel. He either buried himself in a whore or made a fool of himself gambling, almost always losing.

He disgusted Aemond.

Aemond waited until a servant came and told him that Cregon had left the Red Keep.

Then he waited another few respectable and inconspicuous minutes before he finally took his leave from the festivities.

He made his way to his chambers where he braided back his hair and changed his clothes and eyepatch to lower quality versions, so as to better blend in with the commoners in the city. Lastly, he donned a cloak and pulled the hood low over his head to hide his hair and face.

He slipped out of his room through the dark hidden tunnels and took the winding maze he was all too familiar with until it deposited him outside the Red Keep.

He first made his way to the filthy pub Cregon usually stopped at before he made his way to the street of silk.

As he peered in the window, Aemond found that Cregon had surely already left, if the celebrating of newly rich men was any indication.

Aemond continued on, the entire time his thoughts were on you.

Soft, in your bed, most likely waiting on him. He yearned to join you, but right now his focus was on the long term.

You would be his and only his, forever, after this night.

He tried not to think of how worried and anxious you must be feeling. He did not make his plans known to you as he wanted to protect you. In the worst case scenario, you needed to be able to truthfully say that you knew nothing of the plot to kill your husband.

Anger, rage, a need for revenge, all felt like second nature to Aemond. Anger did not make him lose his head and act wild as it often did to others. No, he had so much experience with anger that it made him calculating and cold. Not getting what he wanted, what he deserved, was like an old familiar wound that would not heal.

But not this time, he would not yield. He would not put duty and sacrifice above his own desires again. No, he would take what he wanted by force, by murder.

You would be his.

Aemond made his way to the brothel.

The night before he sent one of his spies to pay off the brothel keeper to ensure that when Cregon arrived he would be in the secluded room in the back with a window so Aemond could easily sneak in and out.

As he crept through the shadows in the alley behind the brothel, he wrinkled his nose in disgust as he heard your husband and the whore he was with through the open window.

There was nothing he could do now but wait, so he sat in the dark with his back to the wall.

His certainty that it would not last long turned out to be true.

He still waited. He knew Cregon’s routine, he had memorized it after his spies had informed him.

Soon, the woman would go to get more wine and then he would have his chance.

“My wife is a whore too, you know,” Cregon’s voice floated out into the alley.

Aemond clenched his jaw.

“My lord?” the woman asked.

“I am almost certain she is fucking the cripple prince. Though I do not understand why,” he sneered.

“I am sorry to hear that, my lord,” she said.

Aemond gripped the hilt of his dagger tighter.

“I do not yet know how to handle her betrayal,” he said and Aemond rolled his eye.

Cregon would of course not recognize the hypocrisy of his words.

“Perhaps some more wine could help,” she offered.

He grunted in agreement.

Aemond listened carefully for the sound of her departure and at the creak of the door shut behind her, he pulled out his dagger and moved closer to the open window.

He took a quick look and saw that Cregon lay on the bed with his back to Aemond.

Aemond carefully and slowly pulled his body through the window without making a sound.

Then he darted to Cregon’s prone figure and slapped a hand over his mouth as he hauled him up and against his body.

Cregon’s screams were muffled. As he tried to fight back, Aemond easily overpowered him.

He held the knife to your husband’s throat and the fight left him immediately.

Aemond slipped his hand slightly off Cregon’s mouth. He had enough honor to give a dying man the right to his last words.

“Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything you want. Just please spare my life,” Cregon pleaded pathetically.

“Your wife,” Aemond growled out.

Cregon gasped in surprise.

“She is mine. And always has been mine,” Aemond said, dark and low, before he slit Cregon’s throat.

Aemond dropped his body, and stared at the scene he had created with satisfaction.

His chest heaved as he caught his breath. He pulled out the carefully crafted note from where it was safely stored within one of his inner pockets and placed it next to the body. The tip of it was quickly soaked with blood.

Bright red was splattered across the entire room.

He cleaned off his dagger by wiping it on the bed.

The rage in his chest eased and his only thoughts left were of you.

He quickly made his way out of the brothel window without being seen and snuck back to the Red Keep.

He was long gone before the screams of the women of the brothel at the sight of the scene he left could be heard.

—————

You did not sleep that night.

You kept your son with you for fear that he would be ripped from you when the consequences your husband spoke of came.

He slept soundly next to you in your bed and you frequently ran a hand over his hair, his back, pressed a kiss to his sweet face.

Aemond did not come for you either.

You tossed and turned and finally resolved yourself to stare at the ceiling.

Sleep would not take you into its warm embrace for your anxieties were too strong.

Where was Aemond?

Why had he not come for you tonight? Surely he would seek you out and offer you comfort from the stressors of the evening.

Surely he would want your presence as much as you wanted his.

You were suddenly not so sure anymore.

Where was Aemond?

You were not surprised when there was a knock at your door in the early hours of the morning.

The rays of the morning sun basked over you and stung your tired eyes.

You wrapped yourself in your robe and with one last shuddering breath that did absolutely nothing to calm your nerves, you opened your door.

A guard stood before you.

“My lady, I am afraid I have terrible news,” he said.

You gulped.

This was it. You were going to be imprisoned, held before a crowd and shamed for your infidelity, or any other manner of horrible things.

“Go on,” you said weakly.

“Your lord husband was found dead about an hour ago.”

Your head rushed and you stumbled.

“My lady!” he exclaimed.

The guard caught your arm and led you to sit down in the nearest chair.

“I… what?” you asked in disbelief.

“Your husband is dead,” he said gently.

You blinked.

Your exhausted mind had a hard time processing the information that was so different from your expectations of this morning.

“What happened?” you asked.

“It is not for a lady to hear,” he said awkwardly.

“Tell me,” you demanded.

He sighed.

“Lord Stark was found in a brothel on the street of silk with his throat slit. There was a note left that took responsibility. It seems he owed quite a bit of money due to gambling and refused to pay.”

You stared at him wide eyed and then laughed.

He looked at you in shock and you covered your mouth to stifle the sound.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out as you managed to stop your laughter.

“It is alright, my lady. It is shocking news to hear about your husband.”

You nodded.

“I would like some time alone, I think,” you said and he nodded solemnly then took his leave.

Your mind raced.

Was he truly dead?

Were you truly free?

Would there truly be no consequences for your actions?

Was this Aemond’s doing?

Your mind could not take the swirling thoughts anymore and you returned to your bed.

You kissed your sleeping child’s head once more, then tumbled into bed.

You were relieved when sleep finally managed to take you.

——————-

People came to you all day. They filtered in and out of the sitting room of your chambers.

They offered you and your child condolences, they brought small gifts for your son, they gave you flowers to comfort you.

You did not want or need their comfort. But you played the part they expected of you, the part of the grieving widow.

Everytime the door opened you perked up and hoped you would see the long white hair of your lover, but to no avail.

The day felt as if it lasted years. The sun finally began its descent and you relaxed but there was another knock on your door.

When Aemond’s entire family came without him, your already frustrated mood instantly soured.

Helaena held your hand as Alicent spoke to you softly.

She reassured you that you would be able to stay in the Red Keep as long as you wished.

You nodded and thanked her for her graciousness.

“Where is Aemond?” you finally asked when you could hold the question in no longer.

“Aemond!” little Ned exclaimed.

You looked up and there he stood, in your doorway. He stared at you with unconcealed longing and love as his family were the only people currently in the room. It seems he was tired of hiding.

Your son squirmed in your lap and clapped and giggled in excitement as Aemond crossed the room in long strides.

You watched him as he sat in the chair across from you but said nothing.

“Well, you ran out of wine. I think I shall go elsewhere to find more,” Aegon said awkwardly as he glanced between the two of you.

“Perhaps Helaena and I could take little Ned for a walk. He probably needs some fresh air,” Alicent offered.

“That would be wonderful. Thank you,” you said as you handed him to her.

Soon they all filtered out and left you alone with Aemond.

Something that had only happened in secret for the past several years.

“Where have you been?” you asked in a harsher tone than you intended.

Still, you had noticed the change in guards at your door this morning and you were sure they were now men who were loyal to Aemond and would never dare speak of him being alone with you.

“I have been taking care of things,” he said.

You started to blink rapidly as unexpected tears filled your eyes.

Concern filled his expression.

“You left me alone. All day strangers have been here trying to offer me comfort. I don’t want comfort. I want you,” you said as the tears began to fall.

He moved off the chair and towards you, though he did not sit next to you as you expected, he instead knelt before you.

He gently took your hand in his and tilted your chin up so you met his gaze rather than stared at your lap.

“You have me. For the rest of my life, if you wish. I did not want to raise suspicions so I bid my time coming to you today, but never doubt my devotion to you, dear heart.”

You nodded, but the tears did not stop.

“I have killed for you, my love. And I would do it again. I would slaughter a thousand men if they stood between you and I. I would do anything to make you mine,” he said low and fervently.

You threw yourself in his arms and sobbed into his neck and hair.

“Shhh,” he comforted as he rubbed your back.

“I am yours,” you sniffled.

“Mine,” he swore.

“And you are mine,” you said.

“Yours, forever,” he promised.

———————-

There would be no funeral in King’s Landing for your husband.

You had written back and forth with his family and they wanted his body to be sent to the North to be buried in the crypt under Winterfell.

You would not accompany his body.

As a widow to a small child, the choice was yours to return to your father’s house.

You would not return to the dreaded North.

Your husband’s closest male relative would rule in your son’s stead until he came of age.

For now they were not fighting you on your decision to stay in your childhood home.

None of them ever particularly liked you anyway.

Since the Red Keep was your childhood home due to your father’s position at court, you did not have to go anywhere.

It was a relief.

Truthfully, even though it was all very shocking, you felt intense relief.

You stood in your mourning dress, your son’s hand in yours, as you watched Cregon’s body in the coffin be placed into a carriage.

You watched the carriage pull away and out of sight.

Alicent stood beside you, her hand on your arm comfortingly.

You must be doing a better job of playing the part of the grieving widow than you thought, though you suspected the queen was playing her part alongside you.

She had always been a motherly presence to you and you were certain she would offer you support no matter the circumstances.

You lifted your son up and turned to walk back into the Keep.

You looked up at the flash of white hair and saw Aemond where he watched you from a balcony.

He nodded at you and at your nod back he smirked slightly then turned quickly and left your sight.

———————

Aemond stood in the large sparsely decorated room and thought it was reflective of your father’s personality, cold and demanding.

He stared at your father and again wondered how such a beautiful source of light came from such a miserable man.

“How can I help you, my prince?” the lord sneered, and it was clear he did not wish to help Aemond with anything.

Your father sat in a chair before the large table and indicated for Aemond to do the same, but he declined.

He always wished to meet his enemies on his feet.

“I will be simple and straightforward. Marry her to me,” Aemond said, his tone hard.

“Is that a request or a demand?”

“Take it as you will,” Aemond said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“And if I say no?” the lord demanded and anger clouded his voice.

“I think you would see that you have little choice in the matter,” Aemond said calmly.

His eyes bulged as he took in the prince and through gritted teeth he said, “And why is that?”

“Because she is mine, and always has been, it is high time she is mine by law of the land as well. Wed her to me.” Aemond’s voice was low and dangerous as he spoke.

Your father huffed a breath.

“I am required to do no such thing. She is my daughter,” he snapped.

“I am no longer a boy whom you can dismiss. I am done playing games. Agree to wed her to me or you shall not like the consequences,” Aemond growled as his fingers curled around the back of the seat he stood behind.

“And what are those consequences?” he spat out, clearly beyond anger.

“Her husband is dead and she has a son, who are you going to marry her off to but me? Take my offer, old man.”

“What consequences do you speak of, prince?”

Their glares matched each other and Aemond fought against his instincts to pull out his dagger.

“Perhaps one bastard child is not enough, perhaps I should fill her with another. Perhaps I should have done so when we were sixteen and I took her maidenhood. It would have at least spared her from the miserable life you shackled her in,” Aemond’s voice was even as he spoke.

Your father’s breathing was heavy and he stood quickly.

“How dare you!” he yelled as he pointed a finger at the insolent prince.

Aemond laughed spitefully.

“Do not act as if you did not know it to be true. Now, you see you have little choice in the matter. Wed her to me. It is not as if you would have to put up with me for long seeing as your time in this life seems to be nearing its end,” Aemond practically sneered.

The old man sighed deeply, more like wheezed, as he sat back in his chair heavily.

“Fine. I am sick of the both of you. Wed, and do not bother me any further. This is why everyone fucking hates the Targaryens, so entitled. Though I do not understand your fascination with her.”

“Hm,” Aemond hummed in distaste at your father’s dismissive words about you.

His heartbeat, however, would betray his joy at finally being able to marry you and call you his before everyone in the seven kingdoms, to no longer have to hide his love for you.

“You may wed her in a fortnight. And if she falls pregnant before then I will demand your head from the king,” the old man threatened weakly.

“Of course,” Aemond drawled and nodded his head at your father before he spun on his heel and strode out of the depressing room.

His smirk was difficult to conceal, however.

——————

Aemond walked into your chambers with purpose at a brisk pace.

He strode in as if he owned them.

In the several weeks since your husband’s death he had become less secret about his intentions towards you and was often seen by guards in his trust as he entered your chambers.

“My love!” you exclaimed as you saw him.

“Ned said the cutest thing today! I wish you were here to hear him… why are you looking at me like that?” you asked with a grin.

He crossed the room and pulled you into a passionate kiss.

“Aemond!” you gasped in pleased surprise as he pulled back.

He nudged his nose against yours and kissed you once more with a smile on his lips that matched your own.

Then he pulled back and with a hand on your cheek he rubbed his thumb back and forth across your soft skin as he took in your beauty.

Love and joy radiated out of you and you’d never looked so divine.

His heart pinched as he realized he had not seen you this happy in years. Your miserable marriage had always reigned in and cut through your happiness, even during your stolen moments with him.

There has always been a fog of unhappiness in the backs of your eyes, your glow dimmed, but no longer.

He knew the next words he spoke would only enhance your happiness.

“Marry me, dear heart,” he said.

It was not a request, for he already knew your answer, it was a declaration.

He kissed you once more before you had a chance to speak.

You gasped as you pulled back to look at him.

“Aemond, do you mean it?” you asked breathlessly.

He kissed you, licked into your mouth, claimed your lips with his own.

“Would I ever jest about such a thing?” he asked as he pulled back and nudged his nose against yours.

“When? Now?” you asked eagerly and he chuckled.

“Your father has agreed, with conditions. It cannot be for another fortnight and you are not to be with child before the day.”

You furrowed your brow and he pressed his lips there to soothe the wrinkles.

“That is a long time to wait,” you said.

“We have had to wait a lifetime. What is a few more weeks?” he said as he placed his hand on your jaw and tilted your head back so you could meet his gaze once more.

You grinned.

“That is true. Gods, my love, is this truly happening?” you asked as joyous tears filled your eyes.

“Yes,” he said as he stole a kiss once more.

“You are to be my wife,” he said, and his voice dropped lower.

You visibly preened and then kissed him hungrily.

“That is all I have ever desired,” you gasped as he gripped you tightly and led you to lay on the couch behind you.

He covered your body with his and you groaned in lust at the feel of him on top of you.

“I will fulfill your every desire, dear heart,” he promised.

—————-

“How are you feeling, dear?” Alicent asked as she entered your chambers.

“Wonderful,” you said with a grin.

She smiled at you with motherly love.

“I am glad to hear it. Your beauty is radiant today,” she said as she held your hands and looked at you in your wedding dress.

“Thank you,” you said as you hugged her tightly.

She squeezed you and then pulled back with a hand on your cheek.

“I know circumstances have been less than ideal, but I am thrilled for you to marry Aemond and join our family,” she said.

You blinked back tears as you smiled at her.

“It has always been my hope. I have always seen you as a mother figure, especially after the love and care you showed me when my own mother passed, and I am elated to truly call you my mother now.”

She wiped away her tears and kissed you on the cheek.

There was a knock at the door.

“He is waiting,” she whispered to you and you grinned in excitement.

Alicent took your hand and led you out of your chambers and into your new life.

—————-

The ceremony was relatively private, with only your father, your son, and Aemond’s family in attendance.

You did not wish for pomp, all you cared about was being wed to the man you love, and Aemond was all too happy to oblige.

Your father bemoaned that it was a travesty for the joining of two great houses to not have celebrations and feasts but when you assured him that you and your new husband would celebrate plenty on your own, he quickly quit his complaints.

As you neared the doors of the sept, Alicent was replaced at your side by your father. Helaena walked to you and handed you your son, who you kissed on the cheek until he giggled.

Everyone else went inside, where you were sure Aemond waited, and you turned and looked at your father when he offered you his arm.

“It is my responsibility to give you away, daughter of mine,” he said cautiously as he looked at you warily.

“This shall be the last time you do so,” you said.

“This is how it should have been the first time,” he said softly and your eyes widened in surprise.

You pursed your lips in a very Aemond-esque expression as you often called it when little Ned made the same face.

“I agree,” you said finally.

You turned back to face your child and nudged your nose against his.

“Are you ready, my little dragon heart?” you asked him sweetly.

He grinned and bestowed a kiss upon you.

“Ready!” he parroted.

You placed him down beside you so he could walk and held his hand.

As you entered the sept, you could not stop the face-splitting smile that overtook your lips as you saw him.

He looked beautiful, handsome, ethereal, like the love of your life, as he smiled at you fondly with love in his eye and devotion in his being.

His clothing was well-tailored but still all black and it filled your heart with affection and amusement. His hair was down and fell like a lovely halo around him.

Little Ned slipped his hand from yours and ran, as quickly as a nearly three year old boy could run, to Aemond and squealed in happiness as Aemond picked him up.

“Hello, handsome,” Aemond murmured to his son with a gentle smile upon his curved lips.

“Aemond,” Ned said as he wrapped his chubby fingers in Aemond’s hair and you giggled.

You finally reached your lover and your son where they stood before the septon and you’d never felt more right.

You held in tears of joy as you realized that you finally made it. You and your child were where you should be, safe in Aemond’s care.

You saw home in Aemond’s eyes, one sapphire and the other a beautiful blue.

Blue had always been your favorite color, the reason why was all too obvious to you now.

Aemond kissed Ned on the cheek as he detangled the boy’s fingers from his long silken hair.

Ned reached for you and Aemond passed him to your waiting arms.

You kissed him once more before you passed him to Alicent.

Finally you stood before the love of your life ready to become his wife.

He took your hands in his and with a glance at the septon, he pulled you into a brief but soft and loving kiss.

“You are exquisite, dear heart,” he whispered to you and you beamed at him.

“I love you,” you whispered back.

The septon cleared his throat obnoxiously, clearly ready to begin the ceremony.

You glanced at him and barely managed to suppress your giggle, especially when you saw Aemond’s unrepentant smirk.

The septon then began the ceremony.

When you looked back on the memory later, you realized you heard nothing the septon said. His voice was background noise as you stared at the man you love.

Aemond’s loving gaze threatened to pull you under a wave of fire. The promised future together was molten in his eye.

All you could think about was the need you had for him.

He was in your bones, your soul, the entirety of your being. And now, finally, after what felt like a lifetime apart, you were being tied together, forever.

You would never again have to walk through life burdened and alone.

When indicated by the septon, you and Aemond spoke your vows.

“I am his and he is mine,” you said as tears streamed down your face.

“I am hers and she is mine,” Aemond said at the same time.

He smiled at you gently. You both knew, these vows would never be broken.

At last, the septon ended the ceremony and immediately Aemond pulled you into his body and kissed you desperately.

Everyone cheered but in the room it felt like only the two of you.

Your husband’s lips moved against yours and you opened up for him and allowed him to claim your mouth as his hands gripped you. One hand on the small of your back and the other on the back of your neck as he bent you backwards.

Your fingers tangled in his tunic and long hair.

You finally broke apart when you heard Aegon wolf- whistle at the heated kiss.

You laughed softly as Aemond straightened both of your stances and you kissed him on the cheek.

He wiped the tears from your eyes and blinked back his own before you both turned to look at your audience.

They cheered once more and Aemond led you to walk towards them.

Everyone embraced the two of you and your cheeks began to feel sore from how hard you smiled.

“So, is the bedding ceremony next?” Aegon joked.

“Aegon!” Alicent reprimanded.

“What? How else could we possibly know that these two will consummate their new marriage?” he said in the most sarcastic tone possible.

Everyone looked at him with some degree of shock, horror, and in Aemond’s case, anger.

But you couldn’t hold back your laugh. Aemond looked at you in shock which only made you laugh harder.

Aegon looked over at you and winked.

Aemond rolled his eye as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his side. He then pressed a kiss to your temple.

But there was a soft smile of amusement evident on his lips.

“There will be no group celebration and no bedding ceremony, Aegon. You will have to find another reason to drink yourself into a stupor,” Aemond said.

You laughed once again, and as Aegon gave Aemond a short glare, everyone joined in with you.

You turned to take Ned from Helaena’s arms but Aemond pulled you back into him.

“Leave him with my family for now, dear heart. I have made arrangements for our afternoon,” he whispered in your ear.

You looked at him in surprise and then uncertainty as you looked back at your son.

“We will be back before it is his bedtime, do not fret,” Aemond said.

You smiled softly as you nodded.

“He is in good hands,” Alicent reassured.

“Of course,” you agreed.

Little time passed before Aemond whisked you away and led you to where Vaghar waited.

He helped you climb onto her saddle and ignored all your questions about where you were going.

“My love,” you started to ask once again after Vaghar had taken to the skies.

You settled into Aemond’s embrace as he sat closely behind you, the back of your body pressed to the front of his and his arms around you held the reins.

“Patience, wife,” he chided.

A shiver ran through you at the title he gave you. Ever since you were a young woman you had dreamed of Aemond calling you his wife.

He chuckled at your reaction and pressed a kiss to your neck as he nuzzled you.

Before anything could become too heated, Aemond ordered Vaghar to land.

The sound of High Valyrian as it rolled off his tongue caused additional desire to course through you.

As she circled and began to land you gasped.

“Aemond! You have brought me here?” you said in awe as emotion overtook you and clouded your voice.

The field of wildflowers had trees that surrounded each side but the one a small river cut through.

It looked exactly as you remembered it.

You had visited this place many times in your memory when you were isolated in the North.

You had visited this place many times with Aemond as well in your shared youth.

After Aemond had claimed Vaghar he convinced you to fly with him and eventually the two of you found this meadow.

A place only you and him knew.

“Of course, dear heart. This is where I promised you I would wed you when we were seventeen and gave you that necklace you wear around your throat,” he murmured against your skin.

You touched the sapphire necklace you had never once taken off after he had gifted it to you.

He then dismounted and helped you down from the massive dragon.

He pressed a kiss to your hand before he unpacked one of Vaghar’s saddlebags.

He laid out a blanket and led you to it.

“And this is where I shall well and truly make you my wife,” he said, his voice low and dark with promise.

Your toes curled and you let him lay you down on the blanket among the blue and yellow flowers.

Vaghar then left the two of you to your own devices, Aemond assured you she would be back in time to return you to your son before his bedtime as promised. You smiled at how in tune he was with your emotions and his skilled reassurances of your worries.

“Kiss me, husband of mine,” you breathed out as you stared deep into his eye.

You expected fiery passion from your dragon but he surprised you as he kissed you gently and slowly.

He covered your body with his as he deepened the kiss and his tongue tangled with yours.

You weaved your fingers into his hair and he groaned.

“I am yours and you are mine,” he murmured against your lips.

You whimpered in desire.

His nimble fingers unlaced your dress. Gentle hands slipped you out of your dress and underclothes and bared you completely before him.

You then undressed him and he kissed you tenderly.

“I am yours and you are mine,” you repeated back to him.

He kissed you slowly, languidly, but full of desire, as the two of you had all the time in the world. The rest of your lives stretched out before you and it was only this moment, forever.

You were tangled in him and he was tangled in you and your soul finally felt at rest.

There was no hurry, but still, you were ready for him and could not wait any longer.

There would be time for him later to pleasure you as you knew he wanted to, but for now you needed him inside you.

So, when he attempted to move his way down your body you gripped his shoulders.

“Need to be full of you,” you gasped.

“Hm,” he hummed as he kissed you and spread your legs to situate himself between them.

You opened your mouth to speak but he thrust inside you in one smooth motion and you choked on your words, forgot what you were going to say as you felt exquisitely full.

You wrapped your legs around his trim waist and held him closer, tighter.

He nudged his nose against yours as he stared deep into your eyes.

“I love you,” he murmured before he began to thrust slowly in and out of you.

“I love you,” you whined and trailed your lips across his sharp chin and jaw.

You both moaned at the perfect feeling of his hard length inside you, in and out, harder and faster as he hit the spot inside you that made you forget all words other than his name.

“Aemond,” you gasped.

“My wife, you are my wife,” he grunted. “I am going to fill you. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” you whined.

“I am going to fill you with my seed, I will see you round with my child myself,” he said through clenched teeth as he neared his peak.

“Yes, yes, please, husband, fill me,” you moaned.

With a few more thrusts you reached your releases together and he moaned your name.

You smiled up at him and he gave you that gentle smile he reserved only for you and kissed you once more.

————-

Hours later Aemond cradled you to his chest and you ran your hand up and down his torso.

“I want you to know I would not change a thing. Our lives have been messy and filled with dark deeds due to our love for one another, but I would not change it. We have our perfect little son and I have never been happier,” you said and had to swallow your emotions in order to continue to speak.

With a finger under your chin he turned your head to look at him.

“Aemond, I would relive it. I would suffer through it all again if I knew this was the result. If I knew you were waiting for me, that you would call me your wife and hold me in your arms. I would suffer anything for this, for you.”

He pulled you into a gentle but life altering kiss.

“You have all my love and devotion, dear heart. I would do anything for you. I have killed for you, and would do so again. I would die for you if necessary. I would do anything you asked of me. Anything to ensure your safety and the safety of our child. You are mine to care for and protect now and I swear to you, your loving husband shall fulfill his duties.”

This time you let the tears fall, tears of joy rather than pain, and your husband kissed them away.

—————-

There was a warm hand on your back and you groaned as you woke.

The hand rubbed up and down your spine and you blinked your eyes open.

“Aemond,” you said in shock.

He smiled.

“Why do you sound so surprised that your husband is in your bed?” he asked teasingly.

You decided to throw yourself in his arms and kiss him rather than reply.

He chuckled and squeezed you tightly as you kissed him.

“I never thought this would happen,” you whispered against his lips.

He kissed you tenderly.

“Waking up to you is the happiest I have been in my life,” he said.

“We are married,” you said with a grin.

“Yes, it was only yesterday, did you already forget?”

“Don’t tease. I just still cannot believe it. My wildest dream has come true,” you said and kissed him again.

“You are mine and I am yours,” he murmured as his lips trailed to your throat.

“Forever,” you gasped as he used his teeth.

“Mmhmm.”

And your husband pleasured you well into the morning, just as he would for the rest of your lives together.

The End

Epilogue

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my top ten favourite PJSK events so far!! (no particular order)

- A Once-In-A-Lifetime Pandemoniun

in general, i love silly little school trip moments!! Pandemonium was just lovely. Rui and the three friends he made <333 2-B boys you will always be famous to me. the surprised Pikachu face Rui pulled every time they were nice to him and included him in their banter, literally wanted to sob. Airi and Tsukasa having to stop Shizuku and Rui wandering off. Shizuku and Tsukasa childhood memories. and of course- well, look at my icon. not to mention the CARD SET??? absolutely beautiful. adore the yokai theme, Rui and Shizuku's cards nearly offed me. i stared at them for a good five minutes when they were first leaked

- No Seek, No Find

this is one of the few events that made me cry. Saki, you will always be my favourite Tenma <3 her frustration while being stuck in the hospital, her fear of being left behind, the unfairness, her loneliness, her guilt for worrying her family, her desire to be "normal"- it was heartbreaking. the card set hits so hard too, my favourite L/n cards. and Tera Tera is always in my head, Saki's solo >>>>

- My Colour

this event literally made me fall in love with Shizuku, i wasn't particularly interested in her too much before. the pressure put on her but then how she finally let herself act like herself <33 she's so hardworking and sweet, live laugh love, Shizuku Hinomori. the cards are so pretty, Shizuku looks so angelic in hers <3 and her solo of Colour of Drops sounds lovely as always too even if it's not a song i care about too much

- Musical Twilight Parade

LEO/NEED AND WONDERLANDS X SHOWTIME!! MY TWO FAVE UNITS HAD A CROSSOVER <33333 I LOVE THEM. the card set was underwhelming yes (only really like Rin's) but!! W x S as tour guides... the shenanigans... literally has one of my favourite moments of all time of Rui teaching the L/n girlies how to trespass, he's such a good influence, isn't he <33 OH YES AND ICHINENE'S FIRST MEETING!! THEY WERE SO AWKWARD AND SHY AROUND EACH OTHER AND NOW THEY'RE SO QUIETLY HAPPY WHEN THEY BUMP INTO EACH OTHER. THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME. also, it's a Shiho event so. winner!!

- Don't Lose Faith

Leo/need. Leo/need Cryptonloids. they're all so sweeeet. i love L/n Rin so much <333 i can't put into words why, but i just really like the event story, them training for their concert in Sekai and all with the support of Miku and Co. the cards were really cool (more lims should have dyed hair...) and so is the song, Voices. another Shiho win!!

- A Sorrowful Farewell at the Curtain Call

it's the only event that's got Asahi Genbu in it. that. that is it. oh yeah and W x S was threatened with divorce or something. BUT ASAHI <3 cards were interesting... i like the symbolism but they don't particularly like. interest me greatly? What Sort of Ending Are You Wishing For isn't one of my fave fave songs either... yeah, it was mainly the story that carried this event for me!!

- Insatiable Pale Colour

ENA. ENA. ENA. INFINITELY GREY MAKES ME CRY. ENA SHINONOME YOU ARE SO IMPORTANT TO ME. HER STRUGGLES HIT SO HARD </333 also,,, Shinonome siblings </3 the cards are prettyyyy. they suit the vibe of the event so well. ONCE AGAIN. INFINITELY GREY. beautiful song, the last chorus makes me so emotional. how Ena sounds like she's screaming in desperation throughout...

- Welcome to the Forest of Wolves

i adore Miyajou 1-A <33333 appreciated the VBS friendship in it too!! but mainly KohaMinoShiho being the trio ever. cards? beautiful. i adore fairy tale stuff SO much. poor Kohane accidentally causing a scene all around school, bless her <333

- Exciting Picnic

FAIRY. FAIRY CARD SET. FAIRY CARDS. FAIRY MIZUKI. LITERALLY MY FAVOURITE COSTUME-LESS PERMAMENT CARD. ahem. anywayssssss. Ena <33333 and Shizuku <3333 and Rui <333 MY TOP THREE CHARACTERS?? IN THE SAME EVENT??? what are the chances of it ever happening again </3 oh yes Mizuena... Ena cares so much for Mizukiiiiii they're sooooooo zvsbjdodoskkqkallapalqllaa ALSO ENA DEFENDING SHIZUKU FROM HER PUSHY WEIRD BITCH FANS???? I LOVE ENA SHINONOME. oh and surely you don't think i forgot that it was SHIZURUI'S FIRST MEETING? <3

- Island Panic

- THIS EVENT STORY FELT LIKE A FEVER DREAM. IT WAS SO CHAOTIC AND SILLY AND SO VERY W X S <333 there's so many golden scenes in it. Rui threatening to "sleep the big sleep" if he's made to eat veg. them forming a human pyramid that was nearly ruined by Tsukasa having the audacity to sneeze. Shosuke Otori character development. the only card i really liked was Emu's and Starry Sky Melody isn't one of my favourite songs but the story makes up for it!!

#ace's random thoughts :) #project sekai #pjsk #prsk #pjsekai #proseka #rui kamishiro #saki tenma #shiho hinomori #shizuku hinomori #ena shinonome #kohane azusawa #wonderlands x showtime #wxs #leo/need #l/n

[foundheavenly]

“Hey stranger”

Disclaimer: English is not my mother tongue so please be nice.

Words: 1440

Plot: you came back after years being abroad

Pairing: Shoko x reader

Theme: fluff, comfort, angst

You made your way to the infirmary room, nostalgia washing over you. It had been years since you last set a foot on this campus, and much had changed. You had been away on a mission, a duty that took you far from the everyday life you once knew. From the people you loved. And now, you were finally back, not as a student, but as a teacher.

It felt good to be back. Especially when you will see again your friends.

Memories of your time here flooded back as you made your way through the building. However, the most significant memories were intertwined with a person- Shoko. You had been best friends for as long as you could remember, for a good decade. For others, your relationship had always been ambiguous. A true dance between friendship and something deeper that neither of you had dared to explore.

You entered and there she was.

The years had changed you, but you could tell some things remained the same. Her vibrant brown hair was way longer than before yet her indifferent demeanor hadn’t faded a bit. She was the same teenage girl you knew, yet had to left behind.

“Hey stranger” Shoko grinned as she looked up at the moment she heard some footsteps, her eyes widening from recognition and surprise. “Long time no see”

A smile crept onto her face, breaking the concentration that had held her features just moments ago. You took some steps forward and leaned against the wall. You couldn’t help but smile at the familiar greeting. “Yeah, it feels like a lifetime. How’s everything been around here?”

She gestured towards the chairs behind her, while she took off the gloves she was wearing. “Well, a lot of things happened. And speaking of catching up, you won’t believe who else is here too”

Before you could answer, the door swung open, and in walked Satoru Gojo, your enigmatic and powerful old friend who always managed to stir things up. A wide grin formed on your face and you shook your head as soon as he lifted his hands up.

“Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence” Satoru said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Our world traveler has returned”

You leaned off of the wall and chuckled, shaking your head. “It’s good to be back. Missed the chaos of this place”

Satoru took a seat on a chair and crossed his legs, while Shoko kept staring at you. She stood up and walked around the table. “You were away for far too long. We thought you might have forgotten about us”

You snorted a bit and closed the gap between you two, wrapping your arms around her. It was a warm hug and you swore all your worries went away. You had missed her so much and you were glad to have her back by your side. Actually, she was the only reason why you agreed to come back. You couldn’t live a second more without having her again in your life.

“Impossible to forget about you”

-

The day passes by quickly and you found yourself drawn to the familiar sights and sounds of the training field. The silent out there was a comforting backdrop. You wandered to the center of the field and, without much thought, just lay down on the ground. You simply looked up at the vast expanse of the sky.

Flashbacks from your teenage years flooded again and a genuine smile formed on your dry lips. And when you thought about it, despite everything else, it has been some good years with your group of friends.

You closed your eyes and just let the rays of sun hit your skin.

“Mind if I join you?” A voice interrupted your moment of solitude. You opened one eye to find Shoko standing there, a soft smile playing on her lips. And you chuckled as you saw her with her usual cigarette.

She really didn’t change at all.

“Not at all” You replied, patting the place beside you. Shoko settled down next to you mirroring your position, and you both stared up at the sky.

“Isn’t it strange?” Shoko spoke after a while, a smoke blow coming out of her lips and disappearing in front of your eyes. “How everything changed, yet some things remain the same”

You hummed and nodded. She was right about that. “Yeah”

Silence. Then her voice pierced it again.

“You have no idea how much we wanted you to return” She admitted, her voice suddenly tinged with a hint of vulnerability you had never seen in her. “The battles got tougher, the curses more relentless. But what really made it hard was not having you around, especially with what happened to Suguru”

The name hit you like a punch to the gut. Suguru, your long best friend. Memories – the laughter, the camaraderie, and the dreams we once had, flooded your mind. You couldn't help but wonder what had happened with him in your absence. You were expecting him with them when you came back earlier, but no one mentionned him and you didn't see him around. You just realized it and you were craving to see him again.

"Suguru? What happened to him?" You asked, your voice tight with worry.

Shoko hesitated before speaking, "Well just after your departure and the death of Riko, he lost himself. The loss of his ideals, the pain he endured- it twisted him. It was something we never saw coming. The pain of losing him was immense. He... he's gone now."

Shock.

Confusion.

Sadness.

You lay there in stunned silence, the gravity of her words sinking in. Suguru was gone and the thought of his death left an unexpected void in your heart. No one had informed you from any of this, and the shock of learning about it just now was overwhelming.

"I can't believe it" You whispered, struggling to process unexpected revelation. "I always thought I would see him again, talk to him. We were like family once."

Shoko nodded in understanding, her eyes reflecting the pain of shared loss. "We all felt that way. Satoru took it hard too. Losing someone you trusted, someone you loved and known, someone you fought alongside for a greater cause – it changes everything."

You swallowed hard when you sensed a lump in your throat and turned your head to look at her, the light making her skin glow and softer. Your eyes got teary as you thought of Suguru and you couldn't understand why no one told you. You had the right to know about it, but you couldn't blame them. It wasn't the right time for this. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there.”

She sighed and sat up, her gaze lost a moment in a void. That’s when you realized. Her face was marked by exhaustion and the sorrow of the years. Your heart sunk at this sight because you weren’t there for her when she clearly needed it. They had faced some tough situations and you could feel it. The rise of curses activity, the emergence of new threats, the lost of Suguru and the toll it took on everyone. The weight of responsibility bore down on her shoulders as she recounted the struggles of keeping the students safe and maintaining the delicate balance between your world and the unsuspecting human population.

“We managed, of course, we had to. Gojo did his best to keep things in check. But there were moments when I really wished you were here, by my side, facing everything together”

Regret welled up within you as you took awareness of her words. You hadn’t realized the extend of the impact your absence had on those you cared about. And no one tried to tell you. “I really wished I could have been there, Shoko. I really do, but I had things to deal with.”

She turned to you, her eyes searching yours, and she nodded. “I know, and I understand. We knew you were out there doing important work. But it doesn’t change how difficult it was. I had to step in, take on more responsibilities, yet being left behind, and sometimes it felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders”

As she spoke, you could sense the pain she had been through but also the strength and the resilience that had kept her going in your absence. The challenges she faced weren’t just physical, they were emotional and mental as well.

“I missed you, you know” She admitted again, her voice soft. “It was lonely without my partner in crime”

“I’m here now, Shoko. I’m not going anywhere, not anymore.” You reached out, gently squeezing her hand, and reassured her, sincerity lacing your words. “We will face whatever comes together”

Shoko squeezed your hand back and you simply pulled her in a tight and gentle embrace.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #shoko ieiri #shoko x reader

[offside-the-lines]

tell me who i run to (if not you) | anthony beauvillier | Ep 1. Blue Christmas

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Episode Synopsis: Evie and Tito are both starting life anew in Chicago. It's an unfamiliar city with unfamiliar faces. They're both alone on Christmas. Maybe it's fate that brings them together. Jason and Alandra Dickinson are already smelling the smoke from this fire.

A/N: You can refer to the cover page for the series summary, author's notes, tropes, general warnings and other fun tidbits. This series contains mature themes. Minors DNI. Disclaimer: This series is set in Chicago but does not mention the name of the team.

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Blue Christmas

Tito — December 20

Mat keeps telling him to unpack when they FaceTime every time he catches a glimpse of the boxes still neatly stacked in the corner. To be fair, Tito didn’t need any of the stuff in those boxes. He was fine for the first two months in Vancouver when he lived out of his suitcase; he’ll be fine now. He reckons he’ll probably need to get Liana something really nice for packing up the Vancouver apartment that he had just signed the lease for. He vaguely remembers a FaceTime call where Mat just ran with Tito’s monotone “okay”s; he hadn’t really been listening. 

Mat keeps asking Tito if he wants Liana to help look for a sublet, and Tito just can’t bring himself to care. He guesses it can just sit empty for the remaining 7 or 8 months on the contract. 

Contract. Tito snorts bitterly. The word’s beginning to lose all meaning to him. 

Tito lays on the grey couch and stares at the scuff marks on the white ceiling. He probably should sublet it— save some money— given he just got traded to the worst team in the league and will be, by all accounts, unemployed come June. No guarantees he’ll even get an extension here.

Mat keeps telling him he should still go out with the boys: get some drinks, laugh a little, and learn the names of some wives and kids. Mat’s probably right. Mat would probably say that he’s always right and that Tito should listen to him more. He snorts at that out loud. God, things were so much easier on Long Island. That feels like a lifetime ago.

He glances at the boxes in the corner and decides that tomorrow— yeah, tomorrow— he’s going to go buy a box cutter from wherever it is that sells box cutters. 

Evie — December 24

Evie feels the tension finally drain from her body as she slips into the warm bath; she closes her eyes and rests her head against the cool ceramic. It was a good evening. It was.

She’s grateful that, although her job's entirely remote, she has some colleagues who live in Chicago. She’s doubly grateful that Leanne would invite her to join them for their Christmas Eve dinner. It was awkward, sitting among people who all knew each other well and trying to keep up with whatever drama Leanne and Kelsey gossiped about, but she likes them. She is grateful that she likes them.

She lets her body melt deeper into the lavender-scented water and looks out the window. Chicago does look beautiful: a light dusting of snow, miles of twinkling lights, the quiet hum of city living. 

When she had packed up her entire life in July, she had just rolled the dice and picked Chicago out of a list of cities. It had been a while since she had lived on her own, and it took some getting used to. Bit by bit, her apartment had started to feel more like home. As much as a rental apartment with mostly rental furniture could feel like a home anyway.

Her parents had been understanding, albeit worried, when she said she didn’t want to come home for Christmas this year. It would be her first Christmas alone. Looking out at Chicago, she isn’t sure if it was the right decision. She wonders where the line is between loneliness and enjoying her own company.

Careful to not flood her bathroom floor, she sits up to grab her phone. She remembers seeing a massive Christmas tree downtown by the park. Luckily, after some googling, the rink under it has a lot of openings tomorrow morning. It would be nice to get out on the ice, even if it’s just to absorb some joy from the families that'll be there. She always loved skating with her brothers on Christmas morning as a kid.

Tito — December 25

Tito wakes up on Christmas morning to a dead silence he feels in his bones. Groaning, he rubs his hands over his face and tugs on his hair. It’s still early, at least it looks that way from the low light streaming in through the windows, but, he supposes, it’s as good a time as any to get up.

He runs through his morning routine like any other day: coffee, shower, breakfast, phone. Now that his teammates are spread all over the continent, there are a lot of messages to respond to. He ignores them in favor of calling his family, making the most of the virtual time with his parents, brother, and nephews. Once they hang up, he starts to pick through the messages before his phone inevitably buzzes with a Facetime call from Mat.

“Hey, Barz,” he says, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile against his will.

“Beauuuu.” Mat’s as energetic as ever. “Merry Christmas!”

And just like that, they fall into an easy rhythm. In these moments, against Tito’s better judgment, he likes to imagine he’s still in New York. It’s hard not to keep thinking of it as home despite his not being back for more than a night or two since January. 

Almost a full year. 

If he were still in New York, they’d probably be over at the Martins’ place. Sydney always loved to host, and she’d never complain about some free babysitting.

His thoughts are disrupted by the message banner popping up:

Nick Foligno: merry xmas kid!! we still on for dinner? we would love for you to join us.

Tito doesn’t entirely cover up his sigh. 

“Beau?” Mat interrupts his long tirade about avocados or sloths or something. “What was that dude?”

He considers lying for a second and just shrugs. “Oh, Foligno was just texting me to remind me about the sort of team Christmas dinner at his place tonight.”

“That’s great, dude! I told you you’d feel better once you got to know the boys.”

“Yeah, they’re nice.”

“Doesn’t Foligno have kids? You love that shit, I know that!” Mat's as enthusiastic as always, a broad grin on his face.

“Yeah, he does. They’re cute. Hudson’s about the same age as Winnie, actually.” He feels his heart clench. He doesn’t really know if he has it in him to say goodbye to another set of kids; looking at Winnie’s heartbroken face as she asked, "When’s Uncle Beau coming back?" just about broke him.

“Aww, that’s sweet,” Mat smiles. He doesn’t press, though. He just tells a funny story about Marty and Pageau doing some weird wrestling during morning skate last week. Tito feels the smile come back to him naturally.

Eventually, after some reassurances on Tito’s end, he’s allowed to sign off, but only if he promises Mat that he’ll go to the dinner tonight. 

“Yes, Mathew. I promise. God, you’re so annoying sometimes,” Tito grumbles, but the smile on his face betrays him.

“I know, that’s like, one of my top 5 features.”

“More like the only feature.” 

“Alright, asshole. Merry Christmas. Call me, yeah? I want to hear all about dinner.”

“Seriously, you’re worse than my mom. But yeah, I’ll let you know, I promise.”

“I’m choosing to ignore that dig at both me and my girl, Dominique,” Mat interrupts.

“Ew, don’t call my mom ‘your girl.’”

“So dramatic; you insult both of us. Anyway, I gotta run. Have a good Christmas, okay? Love you, dude.”

Tito sighs, “Yeah, yeah, love you too.”

“Bye.”

“Merry Christmas. Bye.”

And then, he’s once again left in the quiet of his apartment, feeling slightly lighter. Looking out at Lake Michigan, he can’t help but be reminded of home— of the river at the heart of his childhood. He thinks back to all those Christmas mornings and wishes for the hot chocolate his mom used to make. He looks ruefully at his empty kitchen before deciding that he should go for a walk anyway.

It’s a surprisingly mild day out. There's still the bite of winter cold, but the light dusting of snow from yesterday has melted in the sun, making everything glisten. The cold air in his lungs feels so good that he’s content to just wander where his feet take him. Eventually, he finds himself in Millenium Park. He hasn’t come here yet, but the giant Christmas tree brings a smile to his face. Next to it lies a rink; it isn’t super busy on Christmas morning, just a few families.

He almost laughs to himself. Of course, that’s where his wandering feet would take him. He stands and watches as kids toddle around before finally deciding to bite the bullet. He obviously didn’t have his skates with him and can’t be bothered to walk back to his apartment to get them. It’s been a really long time since he wore rental skates; how bad can it really be?

As it turns out, bad. The skates are uncomfortable and unsharpened. But that doesn’t stop Tito from sinking into the feeling of having ice under his feet, a smile blooming across his face. He’s only gotten around a few laps when someone bumps into him from behind, causing him to lose an edge and fall ungracefully onto his ass.

“Osti de calisse,” a voice behind him swears, his ears pricking at the familiar sound, “Shit, I’m sorry. I knew I shouldn’t’ve been going backward at a public skate.”

He barely hears the last part as his ears are still stuck on hearing his mother tongue. Before he can stop himself, he turns around, and the words spill from his mouth: “You speak French?” 

And that’s when he’s captivated by the woman herself. There’s something familiar about her chocolate eyes and warm smile.

“Ouias,” she smiles as a flicker of recognition tugs at the corner of her mouth. “Aren’t you supposed to be good at this? Not getting enough ice time?” she laughs, gesturing around them.

He feels his cheeks warm as he finally stands up. “Uh, I am good at this,” he says, affronted, “These rentals are just trash.”

“Mhm,” she shrugs, trying to cover up her amusement, before pointing to her own skates. They might be a little old and beaten up at this point, but they’re still entirely her own.

He dusts off the snow from his pants before he starts skating next to her, not entirely sure what’s stopping him from parting with this stranger. They do a few laps in silence before he can’t hold the question in any longer. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to ask. Have we met before?”

This gets her attention; there's a moment of silence, and he feels his cheeks heat again, embarrassed, before her warm laughter fills his chest. “Wow, Beauvillier, I'm actually quite offended. You played with my brother Brandon in Shawinigan, remember?” She clutches a hand to her chest in mock outrage.

His face is blank for a second, and he racks his brain before his eyes go wide. “Oh! You’re Brandy G’s sister! I obviously know about you, but I don’t really have much memory of meeting you… I’m sorry?”

Her laughter rings, settling warm in his bones as she lightly bumps his shoulder. “I’m just kidding. We only met, like, two times.” She skates out in front of him, holding her hand out, “Genevieve Gignac. Enchanté.”

“Enchanté. Anthony Beauvillier,” he shakes her outstretched hand. “I do think I remember you. You go by Viv, right?”

“Not really— Actually, I mean, you do remember correctly, Anthony, but only my family calls me that. Or sometimes it’s Evie. Usually, my friends call me Gigi. Not Genny, though.” A shudder moves through her at the old nickname she now hates.

He hums, “I'll have to test drive them and see how it feels. You can call me Tito or Beau. There’s no need to full-government-name me. It makes me feel like I might be in trouble.”

She flashes him a smile, “Maybe you are—” She’s cut off when she almost runs into a child behind her.

“You should turn around before you knock someone else on their ass.” He's rewarded with another laugh before she rejoins him at his side. 

“So,” her voice, curious, “You don’t get enough skating in at your fancy NHL gig or what? What're you doing here on Christmas morning? In rental skates, no less.”

He sighs, “I was actually taking a walk to look for hot chocolate. Which turned into more of a walk to clear my head. And then I saw this. For some reason, I just really wanted to get on this crappy ice in crappy skates. Something about the feeling of ice under my feet always settles me.”

Evie looks at him out of the corner of her eye and lets the silence hang for a little while. Eventually, she asks him, “Did you ever end up finding that hot chocolate?”

“No, actually.” 

“Do you want to grab some? I’m feeling kinda ready to be done here.” 

“Sure, let’s do it.” He smiles warmly at her without any hesitation.

She returns his smile as they get off the ice, her eyes bright.

Evie —

She’s putting her skates away when she catches the sight of Tito signing something for the guy at the rental counter. She watches him joke, his face so open and kind. It strikes her that that’s how she remembers him from their youth, and she guesses it’s that familiarity— that touch of home on an otherwise lonely Christmas Day— that makes her chest feel too tight.

They end up finding an open Starbucks, catching up on the last 8 years of their lives; their hot chocolate cups sit empty on the small table that they're leaning over. Tito shares stories of living the NHL dream on Long Island and how hard it was to leave behind his best friend and his teammates, who felt like family. Evie talks about the late nights in the library and the sticky floors of frat house parties from her time in college, and she talks about miraculously landing her dream job where she gets paid to read books all day— and edit them, of course. They both also discover that 2023 has been their most challenging year yet, glossing over how they both ended up in Chicago alone on Christmas Day.  

Tito leans back in his chair, picking at a loose thread on his hoodie. “Actually, some guys on the team invited me over to a half-team-half-family Christmas dinner tonight.”

“That’s amazing,” she beams before glancing down at her watch. “Oh shit, it’s like almost 3 pm. What time's your dinner?”

“Wow, really?” his eyes widen as he pulls out his phone, swiping away the long list of notifications with the intention of checking them later. “Damn, I’m so sorry to take up so much of your day. I’ve got to be there at like 5 or 6.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Beau. I had literally no other plans today. I was thinking about being a Grinch and just doing some writing today. Kinda sad when you think about it; younger me would barf if she saw that.”

“Writing? Like a book?” Tito asks, eyes wide and sparkling with interest.

“Yeah, I am.” She clears her throat before waving her hands. “Anyway, it’s not that exciting. It's barely a book yet. Are you excited for dinner? I’m sure you haven’t had much time to get to know your teammates yet.”

There’s a beat of silence where she sees him fight back a frown, pasting a smile on his face that she can already tell is fake, even after having spent only a few hours with him.

“Yeah, yeah, I haven’t really. This will be the first time, actually.” He runs his hands down his face, nervously scratching at his messy stubble. He presses his hands against his eyes as he mumbles. “God, I didn’t even go to the store this week to get a bottle of wine or something. And everywhere's definitely closed now, right? I can’t show up empty-handed.” He groans a frustrated huff as he pitches forward.

Without even thinking about it, Evie reaches out and pulls his hands from his face. “Well, I have an idea. The stores are closed, but I’ve got plenty of baking supplies at mine. We can bake something for you to bring for dessert! If you have time?”

She can see a twinkle of hope appear in his eye despite the furrow of his brow. “Yeah, I can probably make it work. But are you sure, Gigi? I don’t want to impose. I’ve already taken so much of your time, and I definitely can’t bake. I only just learned how to cook edible food.”

“Oh, come on, I don’t mind.” She stands up, gesturing towards the door. “We’re like childhood friends; it’s whatever.”

“Childhood friends,” he scoffs with a laugh, sauntering backward to the trash can with their empty cups, “I think we had maybe said two sentences to each other before today.”

“You remember that now, do you?” They walk to the door shoulder to shoulder, calling out a goodbye to the barista on the way out.

“Well, I’m pretty sure I was terrified of you. You were G’s older sister, and you were in college, which meant you were, like, cool and hot.”

She laughs, throwing her head back, and bumps his shoulder hard as they step out into the cold Chicago afternoon. “Oh, shut up. I’m only like two years older. And I definitely wasn’t cool or hot.”

He hums, smirk firmly on his face. “Mmmm, okay. Agree to disagree.”

They walk in silence for a few moments before she realizes she doesn’t actually know where they’re going. “I actually drove here this morning. Do you want to drive to my place together or take separate cars? I can text you my address.”

He thinks about it for a second: “I should probably drive myself, right? It's going to be hard to get a Lyft today. I might change, too, so I can head straight there after.”

“Oh yeah, good idea.” She takes her phone out and hands it to him. “Here, enter your number, and I’ll text you my address.”

He types in his number and sends himself a text, so he has hers as well. Once he hands hers back to Evie, he pulls out his own phone. She texts him her address and adds him to her contacts.

After fiddling with his phone for a moment, he scrunches his nose. “I don’t think I like calling you Gigi. It’s a little close to G, and that’s weird.” He studies her, head cocked to the side, making a soft curl fall in front of his calm blue eyes, the attention making her shift on her feet. “I’m not huge on Viv or Vivi either. I think I like Evie, though. You look like an Evie.”

She feels a smile overtake her face. “And what does an Evie look like?”

“I don’t know. You? I guess?” His eyes are soft as he looks at her. 

“Okay then, you can call me Evie if I can call you Tito,” she blurts out before her mouth can say something stupid instead.

“Deal.” The way his face lights up when he smiles makes her smile back, unbidden.

“Well, alright, Tito. I’ll see you at mine? There’s guest parking in the garage. I’ll buzz you through.”

“Sweet. See you soon, Evie.”

He squeezes her arm lightly as he turns to leave, sending her a final smile over his shoulder. It’s a short walk to her car and, from there, a short drive home; she’s walking through her apartment door before she even knows it, the smile never leaving her face.

A short while later, she gets the call on her intercom. When she buzzes Tito up, she remains near the door, rearranging the ingredients on her kitchen counter; she opens the door as soon as she hears the knock.

“Hey, you found the parking okay?” She waves him in. His hair’s still slightly damp, and his stubble's neater; her eyes catch on the perfectly fitted wool coat that hides his tailored dark plum shirt and fitted jeans. She busies herself by taking his coat to the coat closet.

“Yeah. Plenty of spaces,” he says as he toes off his sneakers.

“Great!” her voice an octave higher than it should be. She shuffles on her feet a little before waving Tito further into her apartment. “Well, welcome to my apartment. It’s not very big, but it’s starting to feel like home. The kitchen is here. The living room is also right here. And the bathroom is right here as well, just behind that door on the right.” She pauses and adds with a wink, "Oh, it also connects to the bedroom, so don’t get lost.”

He walks over to the large windows by the couch and looks out at the view.

“Great view." He points, “Hey, look. You can basically see the United Center from here. I was going to say you’re only a mile away from where we play and train. You’ve got to come to a game!”

“Oh, yeah! I would love to.” They stand by the window, both looking at the tree-lined streets below. After a moment, she shakes herself out of her thoughts and walks back over to the kitchen. “Okay, so I scoured my pantry. I have ingredients for cookies or brownies. For cookies, we could do, like, cinnamon sugar or chocolate chip. Or brownies, but they take a little more time. What do you want to do?”

“I'm a huge chocolate guy, so I’m going to say brownies every time. I can be a little late. I think they’ll understand,” he shrugs.

She had expected him to just sit at the kitchen island, but to her surprise, he tried to help at every step, their conversation flowing easily as they worked in tandem. 

When she turns around from putting the batter into the oven, he’s already rinsing and loading up the dishwasher; her eyes become transfixed on the gentle flex of his forearms that peek out from his rolled-up sleeves.

Shaking her head, she says, “Hey, you don’t have to do that. You’re going to get your shirt dirty.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. It’s a dark shirt,” Tito smiles at her. “I’m almost done anyway. Do you want to watch something while we wait for it to bake? You said it was like 45 minutes, right?”

“Yeah, sure. Do you have a suggestion?”

“Nope. Just put on whatever.”

She flickers back and forth between a few apps before something catches her eye. “Hey, have you seen Brooklyn Nine-Nine before?”

“No, actually! I always thought it sounded good. It’s a comedy, right? Like Parks & Rec?”

“Yeah, it’s been on my list for a while.”

“Hell yeah, I love those types of shows. Let’s do it.”

As she queues up the episode, she pauses, “It’s set in New York. That isn't gonna be weird for you, right?”

He chuckles quietly as he settles on the far end of her couch. “No, I think it’ll be fine. It’ll be nice to see the city anyway.”

“Alright.”

The show rolls on as they sit in a comfortable silence punctuated by a few comments and a lot of laughter. They end up getting through three episodes while they wait for the brownies to bake and cool before Tito has to leave. 

Eventually, when 5:50 pm rolls around, Tito stands with a sigh. “Alright. I should probably go; the boys'll chirp me to hell if I’m any later.”

“Oh yeah, of course. Have fun!” Evie says, handing over the container as he puts his shoes and coat back on.

He pauses, looking down at the box, and gently places a hand on her arm. “Evie, thank you so much for letting me come over and for baking these brownies for me.”

“Don’t be stupid, there’s no need to thank me,” she smiles and squeezes the hand on her arm, “Christmas spirit or whatever, right?”

He returns her smile, his eyes crinkling. “Yeah,” he breathes. He takes a step back.

“Well…” she reaches around him and opens the door for him. “Enjoy your dinner!”

He hesitates before wrapping her in a tight hug, “Thanks again. And Merry Christmas, Evie.”

“Yeah, Merry Christmas to you, too, Tito,” her voice barely above a whisper next to his ear. She smiles at her door and doesn’t go back inside until after she sees him step into the elevator. When she returns to her couch, she can’t bring herself to keep watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine. So she puts on an old favorite, Schitt’s Creek, instead and settles in with a hot cup of tea.

Late that evening, she receives a text from Tito.

Tito 🌞🏒: ur brownies were a huge hit. thanks again!!!  Tito 🌞🏒: we actually have our last home game of the year tomorrow. i would love for you to be there if you can make it?

Evie — December 27

There's a flush on Evie’s cheeks as she leans against the bar, trying to get the bartender’s attention. The bar isn't busy on a Wednesday night around Christmas time, so it isn't as loud or cramped as it could be. But she's feeling a little overwhelmed at the thought of being here with Tito’s teammates— all basically strangers— after a win.

As she waits for her drink, her mind wanders. It had been a while since Evie had been at a hockey game, and it felt good just to absorb the energy of the crowd around her. It was nice to be able to repay Leanne for dinner with a ticket to the game. She was surprised at how easily their conversation flowed and how much fun they had at the game together. She had found it hard to make friends in a new city with a remote job, but now she thinks she might join the group more when they hang out.

She looks over at where the players are sitting and is warmed by the sight of Tito laughing and joking with his teammates, looking lighter than when she last saw him. She’s glad that the boys are taking it easy since they’re leaving for a road trip tomorrow. She already feels like she’s running on fumes.

So she’s surprised to find herself still sitting at the booth two hours later. Most of the team has left by now, leaving just her, Tito, Jason Dickinson, and his wife, Alandra. She’s trying her hardest not to think about the weight of Tito’s leg pressing against hers under the table.

“Aww, your baby is so cute,” Evie says, handing the phone back to Alandra.

“Thanks, you know, this is the first time I've been out since she was born. Thank god our families are here for the holidays,” she says, taking a sip of her fourth cocktail. She leans in dramatically, “Okay, you’ve got to forgive me, but I’m a new mother, and I’m bored out of my mind. You want kids one day, Gigi?”

She chokes on a sip of her cocktail, prompting Tito to gently pat her back. “Um. I mean, yeah? I haven’t really thought about it in a while, I guess. My ex was really—” She clears her throat. “I like kids a lot. It depends on a lot of things, I guess. But I’m not really anywhere to be thinking about that right now.”

“Bad breakup?” Alandra asks sympathetically.

“Yeah, something like that. I mean, it was a long time coming. So yeah, I’m not really dating right now anyway so— No reason to think about kids.”

Alandra hums, leaning forward. “What do you mean you’re not dating? You’re beautiful; you must get a lot of attention.”

Evie laughs, shrugging as she takes a long sip of her drink, “I mean, sure? I just want to figure out how to be me for a bit, you know? Besides, I’ve just never really been a dating person. Just seems exhausting, to be honest. I did it a little bit before— I just hated it. And I think I still do. The idea of going on dates makes me—”

“Oh yeah, I get it,” Tito jumps in, “I dated a bit in Vancouver, mainly on Raya, but also some mutual friends, or whatever. It’s rough when you’re in and out of town for hockey and the rest of it. I’m definitely not thinking about it right now, either.”

Evie nods at him and gestures wildly with her straw. “Oh god, dating apps. Yeah, I downloaded Bumble for a bit in the summer and just deleted it after a few weeks. It’s like I missed a whole chunk of the dating timeline. It just wasn’t really a thing, and now it feels like that’s all people use, and I’m just so lost.”

Neither of them notices the looks Alandra and Jason share.

Jason finally speaks up, “What, so you don’t hook up?”

They both laugh and say, simultaneously, “That's not what I said,” and “Of course I do. "

With that, the conversation moves on to the upcoming new year. They stay at the bar for almost four hours, and by the time she walks through her apartment door, she doesn’t feel as bone tired as she thought she would.

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Afterparty Blues

Dieter Bravo/Fem!Reader

Words: 1,531

Summary: According to anyone else, this night should have been nothing but celebration for Dieter - he won an Oscar after all. But he couldn't help the way his mood tanked when he saw you dancing with someone else at the afterparty. It didn't matter though, you weren't his, and it was his fault in the first place.

Flower and meaning: yellow hyacinth || jealousy

this is my first work for the @yearofcreation2023 ! my theme is flowers, and i'm so excited for what this challenge will bring! i recently watched the bubble, and i wasn't originally going to write for dieter, i had a bit of an epiphany and decided to try my hand at writing him! this takes place pre-canon, and is angst with a happy ending :)

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They say the feeling of elation lasts for days, weeks even. Winning an Academy Award was a once in a lifetime experience for most actors, and this would mark the first time Dieter had won one. And for a while he did feel that way, stupidly thinking that there wasn’t anything in the entire world that could bring him down.

And then he saw you at the afterparty.

More specifically, he saw you dancing with someone else.

There were two types of jealousy in the world. There was the red-hot version of the emotion, that burned like fire in the stomach and enveloped one’s entire being until it was all they could think of as their hands curled into fists and they had to keep themselves from acting in a way that was unbecoming or impolite.

And then there was jealousy that was dark and gloomy gray, bringing down the mood of whoever experienced it, and making them want to do nothing but go to bed and shut out the entire world. It was wanting to cry but realizing that there were no tears left, and staring at the wall without focus or care for anything. This type of jealousy made a person feel like their limbs were being weighed down with dumbbells, along with a crushing feeling of existential dread.

Right now, Dieter was experiencing both of those at the same time, and it was brutal.

Maybe it was the heightened emotion he felt from winning (or the little bit of cocaine that he snorted between the ceremony and the afterparty), but he hated the feeling. Watching you smile and dance from across the room was almost equivalent to medieval torture for him, knowing that you wouldn’t want to talk to him if he went over and said hello. Because he fucked up your relationship, and it was one of the worst mistakes he had ever made.

It started out as a PR thing, it always did in this business. His agent called him up and practically threatened him to agree. He did, not knowing what kind of joy you would bring to his life.

You were also an actor, but mainly worked in TV while he focused on movies. However, you had landed a decent role in a big budget drama, and your agent wanted to generate a little more of a buzz around your name than you already had. They had reached out to several other agents asking for advice and ideas, and Dieter’s manager had responded, wanting to drum up press for his upcoming movie as well. Without the input of either you or him, it was decided that you would be in a fake relationship.

The beginning of it all had been fine. You were both a little wary of what you were being asked to do, but he enjoyed your company and you didn’t seem to hate him, so it could have been a lot worse. He made a promise to himself not to let things get real after the first time the two of you were photographed together, because he knew it would only make things more complicated.

But of course, that promise was doomed from the start. You spent more time together, planned outings where you could be seen and photographed holding hands, and managed to convince the rest of the world that you were one of Hollywood’s new “it couples.” And all the while, he found himself falling for you.

The two of you had been invited to the premier of another movie, some sci-fi thriller that everyone seemed to think might win big during awards season, and his agent wanted him to kick it up a notch. He complied, and after a few planned kisses on the red carpet, he knew that promise he made to himself was so far down the drain it was irretrievable.

You slept together that night too, camping out in a hotel room instead of attending the afterparty. Parts of his suit were strewn across the room the next morning when he woke up and your dress was in a pile on the floor, no doubt collecting wrinkles.

For a few weeks, the image that you presented to the world and reality were the same, and then everything started to crash and burn. You knew you would have to “break up” eventually, and soon it was written in the contracts between your agent and his.

But you believed that somehow things could work out between you and him. And he stupidly wanted to believe it too, but his agent had forbid him from keeping contact with you after the “split” was recorded and reported. He should have fought back, he should have admitted that he was in love with you right then and there, but he didn’t.

Instead, he pretended to be a commitment freak when you told him you wanted to continue seeing him, and he watched as the expression on your face went from love to disgust in seconds. He told you lies about only wanting to get in your pants, driving a stake not only through your heart but his at the exact same time. He watched as you walked away from him, and he knew he had fucked up big time.

Two months later, he fired that agent and hired another, but the damage to his relationship with you was already done, and he had to simply accept that.

You ran into each other at the bar of all places, both stepping up to order a drink at the exact same time. “Congratulations on your win tonight,” you told him, a smile on your face that Dieter knew was simply for politeness’ sake.

“Thank you,” he responded, the suit he was wearing suddenly feeling a little too warm and constricting. Trying to keep his nerves at bay, he spoke again. “I saw you got the lead in that new thriller coming out next year. Congratulations.”

You smile grew a bit bigger, and he could see your expression soften a little. “Thank you.”

Your drink was ready, and you turned to step away, but Dieter gently touched your hand to keep your attention. “Listen, I feel terrible about things went down between us. My agent was really overbearing and I took some stupid advice. I miss you, and even if you don’t want to give us another shot, I’d at least like to be friends.”

You were silent for a moment, clearly not expecting that to come out of his mouth. “I know about your agent,” you said quietly. “Mine was complaining about how annoying he was to work with, and she told me that he pressured you to have a ‘clean break’ from me. I don’t know if I’m looking for a relationship right now, but I’d like to be friends too.”

He nodded, a small smile spreading over his face. “Then friends it is.”

***

The next morning, he woke up alone in his hotel room, with nothing but a bad case of bed hair from the night before. He thought everything was completely fine, or at least he did until he grabbed his phone and checked his messages.

The first one he clicked on was from his agent, and the text read Is this real or should I start damage control?, followed by a link to a news article. Dieter stared in shock at the headline when it loaded on his phone.

Could It Finally Be Take Two For This Pair of Hollywood Exes?

Photos of the two of you together from last night sat right under the large type, along with a red carpet photo from when the two of you were “together.” The afterparty photos looked like they had come from the background of someone else’s instagram post, and he wondered who was the one who had accidentally captured the moment between you and him last night. Dieter swore to himself as he thought of you: what did you think of all this? He just hoped that you didn’t think he had done this on purpose, even though he should have known that cameras would be everywhere, he was just too caught up in the jealousy and then the hope you gave him after your conversation.

He backed out of the article and the text from his agent, not sure what to tell him. It was then that he noticed another new text, timestamped at 7:23 this morning. Your name stared back at him as he opened the thread.

I know what I said last night, but it seems we’re all over the internet. If you were serious about giving us another shot, I say we do it. Can’t be worse than our first relationship, right?

Suddenly, all his worry about the situation began to wash away. Immediately, he texted you back.

I was definitely serious.

Can I take you out to dinner this evening? I think we have some things to talk about.

He waited for you to text back a confirmation before calling his agent, and he was already thinking about where he wanted to take you for your first (real, or rather, not sponsored) date.  

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breaking denials, taking steps (jigokuraku)

pairing: gabimaru x yui

themes: mentions of sex (bcos more non-explicit nsfw in future chaps) with fluff

a/n: I will publish the full fic on ao3 tho but might as well publish the tidbits here on tumblr (expect sequels and stuff)

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Hearts don't break that easily.

It was a phrase Yui has repeated in her head multiple times, reminding her of her dream to live a normal life. After all, she was more than just a vessel for children. She is a woman, a wife, and she's capable of many things beyond that. However, there are times when her devotion has been tested and she will find herself questioning her next move.

And today was no exception.

Earlier, her father inquired about her marriage life with Gabimaru, which made her wary at some point. As she went on and on about living their life and doing her duties as his wife, Osa asked her about the topic she seemingly wanted to avoid.

Children.

Now, don't get her wrong. Yui is aware that one way or another, she will bear a child from Gabimaru, and this child (as much as she wanted a different future for them) will either go next in line to their father or become like her one day.

And to make matters worse, he pressured Yui to bear a child as soon as possible, making her clutch her stomach, imagining a life force in it.

Gabimaru will not agree.

Of course, it was a given. Her husband, as much of a killer he is, will never impregnate her. It wasn't like they never did the act. They did it on the first night, and it wasn't something they liked. It was more of a command and if they were to turn back time, maybe they could have done things differently.

Yui instantly blushed at the thought, stopping momentarily from chopping the vegetables for their stew. Just imagining Gabimaru and her kissing senseless as their fingers drag on each other's skin is enough to make her lose focus.

"I'm home," a masculine voice greeted from behind her.

Yui almost jumped at that, composing herself before turning around to greet her husband. And thankfully, he wasn't stained with any blood. She might not be scared but it still rises some emotions she didn't know she had.

"You're back early today, dear."

Gabimaru blinked at that. "... I told you I don't have any late missions today."

"A-Ah! Must've slipped my mind."

And then she went back to cooking.

That was a close call.

But Gabimaru wasn't an idiot. He may have not spent a lifetime with Yui, but he knows if there's something bugging her. Like for instance, every time they eat, she would describe the taste of the food and hold up signs on whether they are sweet, salty, savory, or unpleasant in general.

But not today, though. All Yui has done is nibble on her meal, brows furrowed in deep thought as she continued to sigh in between bites. And it was odd, considering how Yui is a calm and collected person, someone who can solve any problem despite the struggle.

Gabimaru put down his bowl and chopsticks. "Did something happen while I was gone?" he asked, staring at her warily to see any faint of suspicion.

Yui shook her head furiously, red staining her cheeks as she waved off her worries. "N-Nothing happened, dear." Oh, no. He'll find out. "L-Let's just eat, okay?"

But Gabimaru won't be having any of her pathetic excuses, scooting closer until he is almost face to face with her.

"Did someone come here to threaten your life?" he asked, aura murderous as he glares at the mere idea of some random stranger trying to harm his precious Yui.

I will kill them all if they touch even a single strand of her hair.

Yui was touched by his hidden gesture, but was also flustered at the idea of him killing. "N-No! No one did!" she assured him. "I just... had a talk with Father. That's all."

"Why?"

Yui was hesitant. Her father's proposal was supreme, nonetheless. After all, as long as they're under his reign, there won't be a chance for their freedom. Worse, they'll end up like Gabimaru's parents who clung to their sentiments and wishes of a normal life.

"Father..." she wasn't ready for this conversation, "he inquired about... children."

Gabimaru was only calm, his eyes narrowing in frustration. He knew Osa had been keen on wanting the couple to have kids that will someday become shinobi. Of course, his and Yui's decision about the matter will never waver.

Unless he made a threat.

"Did he say something else?"

Yui shook her head, setting aside her own thoughts about the matter. "I handled it properly, so there's no need for you to worry."

And so Yui ate again, making a facade so her husband wouldn't think about it too much. However, Gabimaru only stared at her. Hard. Like he was analyzing every moment.

"... E-Er... dear?" She was uncomfortable under his gaze. "Aren't you going to eat?"

He shrugged, sighing, "I don't know. It's like there's something you want to tell me."

Yui flinched in surprise, failing to hide her blush, making Gabimaru's eyes widen at that.

"A-Am I that easy to read?"

"Dunno."

She was fidgeting, trying to think of things to stall him or bury the subject under the covers. However, there's a part of her that secretly wanted this topic out in the open and get done.

"I... I was thinking that... maybe we should try?"

"Hm?" Now his interest was piqued. "Try what?"

"Y-You know..." She didn't want to say it, so she was hoping he would get the hint. "The thing we did on the first night."

It took Gabimaru a few seconds before realizing what she meant, eyes widening and his cheeks blushing as he imagined Yui and him skin to skin with arms wrapped around each other in heat. And because of his reaction, Yui blushed even further, stammering a few incoherent words as she feels the steam go up in her entire body.

"I-It's not like we'll do that r-right now!" she exclaimed, her heart unprepared for the matter. "I... I just wanted to try... but slowly. Slowly until we get there."

"O-Oh." That made him sigh in relief. "Okay."

It was a rough, heart-racing night as Gabimaru lies on his side of bed even though he can't sleep most of the time. Yui was still washing herself and judging by how long she was spending her time in the bath, he guessed she must've used some of her sister's luxury bathing products. And the mere thought of her smelling like flowers all night long was enough to pique his curiosity.

The doors have slid open, her footsteps gentle and yet with a bit of haste until she sat on her side of bed. "Umm... do you want me to move first?" she asked.

Gabimaru nodded, his back on her as he felt her fingers tracing patterns on his skin and ever so slowly, Yui slid her hand inside his kimono, feeling the bare skin on his chest, which was enough for his breath to hitch in pleasure. If it was a random kunoichi, they wouldn't get past his wrath. But not her. Yui was different.

And before she could go further, he sat up, facing her with an embarrassed yet determined look that says, "C-Can I try?"

Yui was startled at that, but nonetheless, she nodded and let him do what he wanted to do. To be honest, Gabimaru had no slightest idea on where to start or what the best route for this situation is. After all, he was a shinobi, not a normal man who's about to hold a woman in his arms under the moonlight.

He held her hand, inching closer until his forehead was leaning towards hers, eyes observing how she couldn't keep her gaze on him. And when he looked down on her lips, perfectly fine and yet slightly chapped, he swallowed nervously.

I want a taste.

And this was ironic, considering how he couldn't even distinguish something edible from something hideous. In one swift move, his lips touched hers, like feathers on skin. But it wasn't enough, so he did it again. And again. And again. Again and again and again and again and aga—

Yui pulled away, touching her lips to savor the moment. "D-Dear?"

"I'm sorry." He looked away in embarrassment. "I didn't know it was too much."

"E-Eh? But... it wasn't though."

He felt relieved at that. "R-Really?"

Yui nodded. "I... I liked it."

"... Okay."

There was an awkward silence, which Yui decided to break by tugging on his clothes and patting his side of the bed.

"It's already late. And I think we have done enough for the evening."

"... Oh." He didn't hide his disappointment at that, though. He thought Yui would still want to continue.

"Let's call it a day and see what we can do next time."

"Hey, have you seen my book?" a kunoichi asked, braiding her hair in a way that will accentuate her facial features.

The other kunoichi looked up from her mirror, almost done with her makeup. "Eh? What book?"

"Ya know, the one about pleasuring people and stuff."

"Nah, ain't seen that one."

From afar, Gabimaru sat on a tree branch as he held a book with a title "The Art of Attaining Pleasure and Reaching Heaven," skimming through each page to see what he could find for his wife. Seduction wasn't his forte, so might as well learn a thing or two from people who know it best.

And then he found an interesting section, something that he could use later.

Yui, I wonder what you will think of this one.

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Day Seven of Feyre Week - Free Day.

A one shot about Feyre getting revenge on the man who wronged her. Read here or on AO3

I study him, the man I had once loved. I looked through the small window on the prison door. His arms and feet were chained against the walls of the dungeon, he had blood running down the sides of his golden blond hair. He looked so beautiful, despite the blood and bruises now forming on his skin. His clothing had been shredded and I could see the well-formed muscles of his chest. I remembered a time I would curl up on that chest and take comfort from it.

His face hung downwards, and I was grateful I did not have to see those green eyes staring up at me.

I could feel my heart thud in my chest, not out of pity or pain for him but hatred. It felt like another lifetime ago that I had loved him so fiercely I had destroyed myself.

“Did Azriel get it out of him?” I ask Rhys, who was leaning against the wall casually picking lint off his cuffs.

Tamlin had been no match for the two of us, we had found him in Nyx’s room. He stood over my sleeping son’s cradle. Power had cracked from both Rhys and mine veins, and Rhys had been able to winnow him to the dungeons under Hewn City. I had summoned Azriel, he had gone into that dungeon, but I had been too panicked to wait around.

I held Nyx afterwards, to calm both him and me, the disturbance had woke him and I could only feel calm if I had him in my arms. At only five months old he hardly slept through the night. He enjoyed falling asleep in my arms, and I enjoyed having him there, my miraculous baby.

Nyx finally had gotten back to sleep, and Elain had promised to watch over him while I went to the dungeons to speak to Rhys. Azriel had been gone when I arrived, but I could see his work on Tamlin.

“He did, it was Koschei’s doing” Rhys said.

“Is he being controlled? Like Eris men?” I asked.

Koschei and the Queen had controlled Eris men months ago, and if he was capable of controlling Tamlin… It changed things. However, none of that lessened my fury at the man in the dungeon. I had sensed Tamlin in the room before waking, I had been sleeping in the rocking chair of Nyx’s room. I immediately shouted for Rhys through the bond, who had been sleeping in our room. The next moments all I knew was rage, white hot rage. If Rhys hadn’t questioned down the bond how he got through our wards I believe I might have killed Tamlin. We needed answers, because if Tamlin had broke into the home, anyone could.

“No”

“So he’s working with Koschei? why?” I turned my head towards Rhys, his violet eyes were on me intensely and I knew the truth would be devastating  “Tell me.”

“Your father made a bargain with Koschei, his first born grandson in exchange for the help he provided during the war. With your father dead Koschei had no way to complete the bargain.”

“So, he went to Tamlin?” I asked, confused and shocked. My father handing over my son before he had ever been born… my heart stung. My father was long dead and could not explain his actions, maybe he had assumed he’d never get a grandson or maybe he was willing to trade away one life for thousands of others.

“Koschei needed someone else who would be willing to get Nyx” Rhys said.

“What does Koschei want from him?”

“Tamlin didn’t know that, and trust me Azriel tried very hard to get that out of him” Rhys went on, “Tamlin only cared about his part of the bargain.”

“Which was?” I asked, knowing the answer well.

“To get you back. Koschei apparently offered to erase your memories of The Night Court and me.”

My heart pounded, my stomach felt sick, I turned my head back to look at Tamlin hanging from the dungeon wall. I hoped it hurt, I hope the chains dug into his wrists, I hope it burned.

“Again… he betrays Prythian again to get me back” I said.

“Tamlin playing traitor to get what he wants seems to be a common enough theme” Rhys scoffed.

But darker thoughts rose in my mind, Koschei wanted Nyx and we didn’t know why.

“I left Nyx with Elain but…” Elain was still growing in her powers and what if Koschei was in the city, waiting for the delivery of my son.

Rhys putting a hand on my back.

“It’s why Azriel’s not here, he’s going back to the house. He’s getting the rest of them, Mor, Amren, Cassian and even Nesta to go back to the house.”

I let out a sigh of relief.

“Koschei will be found, and I don’t care what bargain your father made. He doesn’t get our son.” Rhys said reassuring me.

“I can’t believe it, I can’t believe my father…”

“I know, I’m so sorry Feyre” Rhys replied, “But the bargain died with your father, I think. Koschei wouldn’t have needed to make another if he it hadn’t.”

I nodded in agreement and sighed in relief; but it didn’t solve our immediate problem. What to do with the High Lord in our dungeon.

“We can deal with him tomorrow” Rhys said.

I shook my head and said:

“I’ll deal with him tonight.”

“You don’t have to, even if that’s what we decide we can get Azriel…”

“No” I cut him off, and through the bond I said

This is mine, my fight, my kill, my decision.

My eyes still gazing to Tamlin, the blood pouring off his face, the pitiful excuse of a male. I looked back at Rhys, no judgement on his face but I could sense his worry.

“You disagree” I wasn’t a question.

“You need to be sure, it’s a decision you can’t take back.”

“He tried to take me again, he tried to give our son to a monster” I said.

“I know, but taking the life another High Lord”

“After everything he’s done how are you speaking for him now” I snapped at Rhys. Tamlin didn’t deserve either of our compassion.

“No, I’m not” He insisted “I wanted to rip him to pieces the moment I saw him in that room. I’ve wanted him dead for centuries, but it changes things with him dead and we need to be prepared to face those consequences.”   

“I’m sorry” I said, remembering how Tamlin caused the deaths of his mother and sister “I’m being selfish.”

“You’re not” Rhys said.

“How did you stomach it, all those years knowing he was alive after what he did?” I asked.

“It wasn’t easy, I never forgave him if that’s what your asking” Rhys said “But I knew killing him would cause more trouble than it was worth. You need to consider what trouble his death would cause, and if it’s worth it.  

“Beron and Tarquin” I said, and I doubt the other High Lords would take too kindly to the killing of another High Lord.

“Beron will be furious but likely would use it as an excuse to ally against us, and Tarquin… I doubt he will mourn Tamlin but hate the instability it would cause.”

I stood back from the dungeon door and considered, considered it all. Tamlin had caused nothing but pain to everyone he encountered. Not just to Rhys and I, but my sisters, Lucien, his own people; all of them victims of the same beast.

“I thought he’d changed” I said softly, “After the war, after bringing you back. He told me to be happy and I thought he meant it. He was never healed, we know that, but I thought he had least let me go.”

“I thought he did too” Rhys said “When I visited during our first solstice, he wondered if you’d ever forgive him.”

“You told me” I nodded remembering Rhys detailing that trip, “how did this happen again?”

“It’s Nyx” Rhys said simply, “Lucien said he took the news poorly.”

I sighed, remembering the bruises on Lucien’s face when he recounted how Tamlin had heard of my pregnancy. Rhys and I had been considering at that point asking Tamlin for help, with shapeshifting while pregnant. We were running out of options on how to save our lives, but when Lucien came to us the day after we knew we could not. Tamlin was a liability, tonight proved it.

“He’s not fit to be a High Lord.” I said with certainty, “Look at how he treats his own people, his lands. He doesn’t care who gets hurt, he only cares for himself. The Night Court, and Prythian, will be better off with a new High Lord of Spring.”

One who could manage his lands, who didn’t run around in beast form, or pinning away for a female long gone.

“He has no direct heir” Rhys said, “I’m not sure who the power would transfer to, it might be a distant cousin or anyone the land chooses.”

“I’d rather deal with that problem then him the rest of our lives” I said, “I’d rather deal with Beron, or anyone else’s fury then have to worry for the rest of my life his desperate attempts to steal me back.”

Rhys nodded; it was decided.

From the pocket realm I summoned a knife, a smooth shark blade.  I remembered back to another time, another lifetime, where I had picked up a blade and killed for Tamlin.

“You don’t have to do it like that” Rhys said, and I knew he was also reminded of that moment. “You could shatter his mind; I could show you how.”

I shook my head.

“I need to end this my way Rhys” I said, my grip on the knife tightened. I heard a slight moan from the dungeon, he was awake.

“I can knock him out again, to make it easier.”

“Just make him unable to speak, I want him to hear me, I want him to know it’s me” I said, thinking back to my horror of finding him standing over my sleeping son’s cradle.

Rhys nodded, and I entered the dungeon.

Tamlin struggled against the chains, but his brute strength was nothing against the magic and wards of the Night Court. Without whatever magic Koschei had given him to sneak into our city he was helpless. Our prisoner. Completely under our power, and I smiled at the thought. He thought our court was weak, defenseless, that he could sneak in and steal me, it’s High Lady, away.

Tamlin eyed the knife in my hand and opened his mouth to speak.

“You don’t get to speak” I said, toying with the knife “You thought any of this would get me back. You think Rhys and I wouldn’t have fought everything to ensure our son’s safety.”

I took a step closer to him, he still had his mouth open like a gapping fish.

“You’re a monster, the same beast that came through my door years ago” I said “But worse, you’re a traitor. You would betray and backstab anyone if you got your way. No matter who it hurt, no matter if I wanted you back or not. All you care about is yourself.”

Tamlin struggled against the chains, and his mouth kept opening and closing, unable to form words.

“You hurt everyone you ever touch” I said thinking of Lucien’s bruises, of my sisters coming out of the cauldron, Rhys’ mother and sister, my own suffering at his hands. I drew closer to him “I told you once if you tried to take me from my family, if you tried to take me from my mate I would destroy you. You didn’t listen, and I did.”

My hands began to sweat, and I put the knife up to his heart. Not touching, not yet.

“But I left you alive then, and I had hoped you would have learned a lesson. Instead, you tried to kidnap my son, my child in some demented plan to get me back.” The knife was now touching his chest, not yet drawing blood. Tamlin’s eyes shot downwards, and back up at mine. Fear, terror, horror was what I saw in them. Good. I wanted that.

“Did you think I would let you get away with it?” I asked rhetorically. I pushed the knife deeper, just enough to scratch. “You probably thought it would be Rhys doing this and he would have if I had wanted it that way. But I want to do this, I want you to know the monster I am willing to become to save my family.”

Again, he opened his mouth, and I could tell he was pleading. I had no mercy, no mercy in my veins for him. He had done enough, and I would happily become a monster to ensure he never harmed another soul.

I pulled the knife back and then jammed it in his heart. Blood poured out of him and onto my hand. Tamlin looked down to knife in his heart, to my hand covered in blood, shock was all over my face.

“I hope wherever you end up next it is nothing but misery. You don’t deserve a happy ending, or my mercy.”

I stood there, holding the knife in his chest, allowing the blood to flow over me. I pulled the knife out once the life left Tamlin’s eyes. His dead body was the only reminder of him in the room. I collapsed on the dungeon floor.

Within seconds Rhys was on the dirty floor with me, and I couldn’t help but let out a flood of tears. Not tears of grief, never grief for a man who had only caused me harm. The tears were of both relief and fear. Tamlin might be gone, but Nyx, the baby I had nearly died for, was in danger.

“Koschei wants him” I said terror shaking my body. “He won’t stop until he has him”

I let Rhys embrace me and he kissed my forehead through the bond said:

He didn’t succeed, and Koschei will never take our son. We won’t allow it.

“I know, I know” I muttered back, if we had another battle to face so be it.

#feyre archeron #rhysand #feysand #feyreweek2024 #anti feylin #anti tamlin

[villainessxassassin]

A weed in disguise as a delicate flower

Yandere! Wanderer! Scaramouche x fem! reader

warnings: yandere themes (duh), possessive, obsessive, mentions of Scara's real name, He's ooc but that's just how I see him I think, and he want's to gobble up ALL your love for himself like uhmnom nom nom nom nom <3

would it be bad to say im just as obsessed with this fic as when i am with this purple gremlin? oh well

An eccentric being who's risen from his slumber, and now continue's to walk the planes of inazuma.

Abandoned and alone, he has experienced first handedly how cruel the world was. Like beautiful flowers blooming in a feild as the gardener made sure to cherish the fragrance and beauty each one held.

When a flower starts to wilt and loose it's beauty, it is the gardeners job to tend to the blooming bud and make sure it gets all the wanted attention it needs to get better.

His was nothing like that.

A single flaw has costed for him to be tossed aside, plucked from the very soil he came from and casted away like worthless dross.

As he continued to drift farther and farther away from that grim day, the more he could finally look ahead and see something much more appealing to his own thoughts.

A girl he'd had no connections with and has never seen before, who took him in under her roof with nothing but a smile on her face. Her sweet intoxicating voice kept on repeating inside his head like a broken recorder, but instead of being filled with annoyance, it was the complete opposite. soothing he thought.

"It's cold out here during night time, and not to mention dangerous. Come, I'll serve us some tea once we get back to my place." Questions you didn't ask, only pulling him by the sleeve and leading him into your home.

Just from looking at his form you're mind had felt conflicted. The person infront of you had a face worthy of that of a royal's, and yet was dressed in what could've used to have been fine silk was now torn and muddied.

You'd seated him down at your table as you poured him tea, making sure he was comfortable before you sat down on the chair beside him.

Silence

"You shouldn't let strangers inside your house." he'd said with a straight face, only staring at the tea you've prepared.

"How do I know you're not but a guest? coming here to visit from a faraway land."

"I'm not. I've wandered these lands far more many times you've ever taken a step in your entire lifetime."

he was wary to answer you, but the atmosphere you've created in the room eased him by even the slightest bit.

"You're making it sound like all you do is wander, don't you have a place to sta-"

"I don't"

He knows you know. From the way you look at him you must think he's homeless. There were many others who took pity at the sight of him, giving him a place to stay for the night before kicking him out again the next morning.

He was already by the door before you could react. The tea was now cold. The least he could have done was drink from the cup but that would be a sign of him taking in your pity and hospitality. He can't have that.

Human kindness had it's limits, yet yours were at an unknown standing point to him.

"Wait!" he didn't move so you saw that as a sign to continue talking.

"Why don't you just live here with me?"

Conflicted feelings.

For one stayed because he thought of it as nothing but appealing but longed once again for the feeling of being wanted,

and the other who saw an empty void in need of being filled. Like planting a seedling in new fertilized soil.

more under the cut cuz there ain't no way this gon' be a yanfic without the yandere content

He didn't understand why, but since that day he's accepted your offer (and why he said yes was also still unknown to him), there was always this warm feeling inside of him whenever you entered a room.

You treated him differently as that of other guests, but he never complained as he liked that same warm feeling inhabiting his insides at the gesture.

Ever since then, you continued to care for him through things such as feeding, bathing, and even going as far as to give him games such as cards to satiate his boredom.

but he could never be bored when you were around him. Ō̷͉̻̺̝nly ẁ̴͙̜͈̬͕̮̬̗̽́̇hen it wä̷̦̣̜̙̰͕̻́̇͘s y̶̧̛̝̲̳͔̖̦̐́̈́̕o̷̠̘̳͙̳͑̐̂͗͂u̴͖̮̓̀͐.̸̭̩͒̀̇

"Why would you go to such lengths for a stranger" he'd ask you time and time again, and time and time again have you answered "I'll leave that one up to your imagination"

Humans really were cruel, and you were the cruelest, having him feel so weird whenever around you. Having him wrapped around your finger without even you knowing it.

but he liked it. the feeling of being wanted. needed. Even if your intentions to him were still not clear. He didn't care, for as long as you continued to keep him by your side he will continue to stay by you.

A small bud had started to grow in your little garden, and just like any other person should, you cared for it day and night without even the thought of what it would become when fully bloomed.

The boy had finally learned of this feeling when he 'unintentionally' tried to take a peak at a book you've been so immersed in these past couple days.

You haven't been giving him enough attention as of late and it worried him. Was this book so important that you had ignored your one and only guest?̵̢̫͍͙̖̀̒̆͊͆͆

But he could supposedly forgive you, since the said book had atleast answered the question that's been bugging him for quite some time now.

"Love" the book explained

At first the word left a sour taste in his mouth, but after repeating it again and again at the thought of just you, it started to taste sweet like honey at the tip of his tongue.

Love wasn't something he could attain. It was out of reach for him since the day he's reflected on himself as nothing but a husk. A doll that was only made to serve one purpose, but still managed to fail at just that.

But say he could feel what this love was. Was he allowed to feel this way? and for what? you?

unbelievable

He refused to believe it until his mind once again began to wander to the same book that piqued his interest at the topic.

The book's plot line was simple: "Two childhood best friends who caught feelings for each other growing up, and eventually confess their love and are now lovers and happy in their relationship."

Strange.

In a sense, the boy was able to picture the both of you, going through the same story as the characters in the book.

"They've known each other for a very long time" the book read. He'd say you and him have also been together for quite some time, now that he thinks about it.

"They care for each other and are always there for the other when they are needed." He remembers the many times you've placed his needs first above your own, and when you were having any difficulty with a mundane task he'd always be there to lend a helping hand.

He skimmed through the other parts of the story, a smile plastered on his face whenever there was a part in the book that was somewhat similar to the things you guys do in your day to day routine.

But the biggest aspect of the book that had caught his attention at the very beginning was

"They both reciprocate their love for one another and finally became lovers."

Kunikuzushi pondered on that phrase.

Just for reference he told himself, he'll admit to having feelings for you. So now. Just as the book described, both the characters in the story share the same feelings for each other, meaning...

The boy let out a gasp he didn't know he was holding in as he read the same lines over and over again. Taking a step back, with squinted eyes and tints of red adorning his face.

Could it possibly be... that you loved too?

His face went full on red from the tips of his ears to the point of his nose as he tried his best to hide the impish smile crawling up his face with his shaky hands.

That was it right? The reason why you took him in in the first place was because of "love at first sight" perhaps? And here he thought he was the only one who was having trouble being in the same room as you because his heart would always jump around whenever you were near, or how by just the sound of your voice would have him weak in the knees. You felt all those things too right? You have feelings for him as well right? R̵̰̜̒͋Ì̵̟̉̈̑̌͘G̷͖̀H̸̖̟̫͍̉Ţ̷̯̈́̌̀̒̃̌?̵͉͈͉̩̟̓͋̽̈́͝

There it was again, that warm feeling.

But instead of just passing it off as just a cold or natural reaction when a certain someone was around him—

He accepted it for what it was.

That he was in love.

He was overjoyed, thrilled, happy... but he needed to ground himself before he can continue going on thinking like this. He calmed his pants and breathes before steadying himself on the nearest piece of furniture near him

This was great. For once in his— as he would describe "uneventful life", he actually finally felt alive again.

But he shouldn't celebrate too soon. He's just realized now throughout the many years of being with you, you had yet to have given a label to your relationship.

He didn't know what came over him, but he needed you. now.

He wasn't going to just sit there and wait for the universe to give him an answer. His ego was inflated and there was no way he was backing down without a proper reply to what he feels for you.

As the flower begins to grow more leaves and roots, so does its need to be given more close attention. One must always water their plants daily, giving it all the necessities it needs in order to grow up healthy and beautifully.

But there are times where you give them a little too much of what they need. So they adapt to what you give and will only continue to ask for more and more.

Huh, what a cunning flower you must be.

____

I'll be making a part 2 soon, hope you enjoyed my self indulgent (kinda) yanfic for the one and only purple midget

-kishira

#scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #kishira writes #yandere x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere scaramouche #yandere scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #yandere