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tennessoui · 9 months

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kit's list of obikin fic recs in no particular order

y'all asked and i finally answered.....here's a list of fics i've read and adored this year! note that i've tagged things that i think could squick people (a/b/o dynamics, weird biology, dub con, heavy kink, etc), and i've noted the ratings (explicit, mature, teen), but i have not noted top/bottom (this list contains a pretty even split of both) and i haven’t indicated which are WIPs - take a chance! i've left little paragraphs as to why i liked the fic but i tried to keep spoilers out of them so the story can be a surprise :D

remember to leave a comment and a kudos if you enjoyed the fic :D

Igneous - zimriya Notes: Explicit, A/B/O dynamics, canon compliant, series!

Trying to find this fic so I could reread it was the thing that prompted me to make this list. That’s how amazing this fic is. It tears out your heart strings. It hurts. I love it. It’s soft. It makes me cry. I am never going to recover from this perfect retelling of canon. This hurts just as much as the kenobi show. I owe this author a medical bill and a thank you card. I don’t care if a/b/o isn’t your thing or omega obi-wan isn’t your thing i need you to try reading this fic i really do because it’s just honestly superb and beautiful prose and i think about some of these lines near daily. Ok, fine. Daily.

I’d Never Be Me (Without The Support of Your Loving Arms) by euryrice Notes: Explicit

i don’t think i’ll ever stop talking or thinking about this fic, it’s up there for me….such a good take on a bond/spy au that I don’t think I’ll ever seriously try at one myself because it’d never be ‘i’d never be me without the support of your loving arms’; it’s just so well thought through. Canon lovingly applied. Kit beautifully moved and hungry for a second part of the series, even though it doesn’t even need a second part and is perfect as a stand alone. Witty banter rating: 10/10

Hooked On You by @whohatessand Notes: Explicit, infidelity, side anidala (padmé is being cheated on)

Dirty bad wrong never felt so good though; Anakin is cheating on his wife with her campaign manager. Anakin is very not satisfied with being a trophy husband, and honestly it’s so valid of him. This is so well-written that Anakin’s frustration with his life, his wife, his duties all feels very real and understandable. Does that excuse the cheating and the spit-as-lube fucking at a donor ball? Nah, but they know it doesn’t. And it ends on a very hopeful obikin note, which is my favorite

The Final Frontier of Pleasure by @jedibongrip Notes: Explicit, bp!Anakin, virginity kink (ish?)

“Just the tip” made into a very hot 2k fic wherein anakin’s definitely not a virgin anymore, but obi-wan’s gonna go along with it if it makes him happy (and means that he gets to keep touching him, god bless); note to say that all of this author’s stuff is very good!

Stars To Fill My Dreams by hidden_humours Notes: Explicit, reverse master/padawan, dark Anakin

Anakin is teetering on going off the walls insane in this fic and I am so here for it. This is just amazing. I love a padawan obi-wan and I especially love this time-travel with a twist (which I won’t spoil!); the summary even says “yeah this anakin isn’t all there” and the author is right!!! 100%!! I love it. I want to poke this Anakin with a stick. I want to push him off his metaphorical cliff of sanity. I want to push Obi-Wan off a cliff just to see what this Anakin would do. What a fic. What a goddamn fic.

Obi-Two by @virahaus Notes: Explicit, Obi-Wan/Anakin/Obi-Wan

Guys, holy shit I am so excited for this WIP you have no idea. Everything about it is delicious so far. The Obi-Wan that gets zapped back in time just before ROTS/Order 66 is living to see twunk Anakin again and he is so soft yet so commanding about it. Ben!Obi-Wan literally kills me in this fic. If there’s never another chapter, I’m begging you to read this anyway, it’s that good.

Vast as the sea, constant as the tide by @moonlightatnoon Notes: Explicit, pirate!anakin, captain!Obi-Wan

So maybe Kit’s attention was captured and held by the sea-themed title…she’s a simple lady. But this fic is absolutely beautiful. I love the intrigue, the history, the pining of it all. My attention, much like Obi-Wan, was gently captured and held hostage by pirate Anakin and the way he’s like ‘my obi-wan <3 mine <3’ while also being a whole ass pathetic lil mew mew of a pirate. He is so possessive and fearsome and clingy and needy I love this Anakin and how much he needs his Obi-Wan. I love the ending especially! Beautifully done.

Buns of Steel by @ragnarlothcat Notes: Explicit, humor, himbos the both of them

Put this under Fics That Make Kit Want To Join A Gym. I love the humor here (Rag has such a legendary way with a great turn of phrase and pacing of jokes that just makes the fic fly by) and the ridiculousness of it all. Obi-Wan here is extremely lovably bitchy and I adore it. His dialogue is quite polite, but this is a fic where the narration really makes the characterization pop. Also the amount of lusting after his beautiful aerobics instructor that Obi-Wan does…and how UNFAIR he finds Anakin’s beauty. Just amazing. Cheering for Obi-Wan living his best life and getting the hot aerobics instructor in the end.

My Thoughts I Confess (Verge On Dirty) by @artemisthehuntress Notes: Explicit, horny, horny, horny Obi-Wan

This is, of course, the other fic filed under Fics That Make Kit Want To Join A Gym. I love Anakin in booty shorts. I love Obi-Wan, head empty and no thoughts because his dick is too goddamn hard to see straight. One should not be exercising under such conditions. The humor here is impeccable. Love all of Obi-Wan’s fantasies with the hot guy working out next to him. If you’re a fan of horny-grip Obi-Wan, this is the fic for you! If you’re not as into horny-grip Obi-Wan, I’d say this fic is still worth the read because it’s just written so well.

just like the days we’d burn by @travellingcircus Notes: Explicit, PTSD mentions, heavy

I was always going to rec one of travellingcircus’ fics of course. They are a fantastic writer and I love their fics - especially the long oneshots that consume my entire night when I see that one’s been posted and I get to delve into a new side of obikin I could never imagine. This fic is one of my favorites by them – and maybe one of my favorite modern aus all together. Anakin has a racing career until he has an accident. Then he goes back to his small town and decides to have Obi-Wan instead because first love (I love first love fics especially in modern aus)!! Also Obi-Wan has a motorbike. This is excellent news. He also has helmet hair. I love Anakin in this fic so much. He’s crazy. He’s wounded. He’s obsessed. He’s in love. He’s desperate. And Anakin makes Obi-Wan all these things too. Such a good modern au for these characters. They feel so close to their canon characters, it’s marvelous.

Where Every Mask Cracks by skyl_tales Notes: Explicit, a spin-off of one of their other fics, but can be standalone

Skyl_tales’ fics for me are the very definition of fandom classic. They were the first fics I read and I continue to reread them roughly maybe once every year at least. They’re just all very readable. The writing style is something I have always loved and envied – their fics are approachable and entertaining, no matter how much you know or don’t know about Star War at the time of your reading. Tbh I think this is the fic author who has influenced my writing the most! I love this fic in particular because I do have a soft spot for vaderwan. Old Ben being delightfully torn up over Vader and Vader being delightfully unhinged about his former master…..with a magical fix-it device that restores both of them to their younger, strongest selves (if only to make the fucking easier and the horny insatiable)

Gay Chicken by zimriya Notes: Explicit, enemies to lovers, light daddy kink

Where to begin with this fic!!! I guess I cannot stress enough how much I love humor in fics when done right and this is done so well. Like it is literally so funny and so normal. There is something so beautiful about putting these space monk superheroes into like. Just situations. This fic is about laundry. But also upstairs neighbors. But also lost loves??? I’m always a bit hesitant for fics with a lot of notes/messages, because I can find that hard to read, but this was very, very easy to read, both format-wise and flow of the story wise. I love them both being assholes to each other. Love them slowly becoming friends through notes under the monikers “501” and “212”. LOVE the twist.

wildest dreams by kidhuzural Notes: Explicit, 5+1 fic

Basically: Baby Anakin wants to get married to Obi-Wan. Teenager padawan Anakin wants to marry Obi-Wan. Clone Wars Anakin wants to marry Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan wants to marry Clone Wars Anakin. I love love love fics that start out with baby padawan Anakin and have him grow up. It places so much emphasis on their master&padawan relationship and how important they were to each other before AOTC or TCW, which I think is the strongest basis for obikin. Also this Anakin is just so cute and Obi-Wan cares for his baby padawan so much!! All in all, this fic is just so sweet. Obsessed.

In Pursuit of Cold Water by @jswander Notes: Mature, Merman!Anakin

Can I have a fic rec list that doesn’t include this fic?? I love this fic. I think I reread it like twenty times while waiting for the last chapter, and it was worth it and gripping and incredible each time. I am fascinated by writers who can worldbuild, and Jo worldbuilds so well in this mermaid AU. I love the descriptions of their fins; the possessiveness, the hurt, the anger, the jadeness, and the naivete of Anakin somehow all existing in the same character and all being so justified. There’s some really heavy moments and also really silly moments (they dress Anakin up as an old lady to avoid detection at one point). I love the development of their relationship and especially the growth of their mental bond. Such a good translation of their Force bond in canon (and such a clever work-around for a mermaid not speaking English!) Just an amazing fic. So good.

The Devil’s In The Details by @ragnarlothcat Notes: Explicit, demon Anakin, darker!Anakin (because of the demon bit)

Back at it again with my Rag-writing obsession! I’m loving this WIP and how evil and innocent Anakin is. Yeah, he’s a demon haunting Obi-Wan’s new house; yeah, he’s killed like. A ton of people. But he’s so pathetic. So very eager to please. So very attractive. As a reader, you’re like Obi-Wan’s friend, Quinlan, who discovers Obi-Wan sleeping with a literal demon, and you’re like ‘bestie, do you not know? That’s a literal demon?’ and obi-wan is like ‘he is quite polite and does so good on our walks around town’ and you’re like ‘you’re taking him on walks???’ but also you can’t help but root for demon Anakin and poor decision-maker Obi-Wan. Also, once again, I love Rag’s humor and timing of it. The narration Obi-Wan has is so colorful and so fucking funny, I snort all the time. He’s such a bitch. He’s amazing.

By Omission by @posthumousvigor Notes: Explicit, reverse master/padawan au, drunk sex

This writer is very quickly becoming one of my favorites. I love their prose and the way they write Obi-Wan—especially padawan!Obi-Wan with Master Anakin. One of my favorite dynamics for obikin aus, and this writer gives me so much good food. TBH one of my all-time favorite cliches/tropes is one of them getting dressed up out of their Jedi robes to be put in Situations, and I especially love this for Obi-Wan cause Anakin got a whole movie of dressing up for funsies, and this fic delivers. Master Skywalker comes back early from a mission to find his padawan slutting it up in the Lower Levels, and what is a man to do other than snap?? And he snaps so beautifully in this fic. I love it when they’re horny beyond reason for each other.

how to stay by answersinahauntedclub Notes: Explicit, professor/student relationship

I know logically that this fic probably will not update again, but it is so beautiful and I think about it all the time. It is like. The peak of college/university aus in this fandom. Bold statement, I know, but I love this fic and characterization so much that I am stating it. They’re both disasters. They can’t resist each other even if they really, really should. It’s an incredible read and I am fascinated by both this Obi-Wan and this Anakin. Cannot stress enough the lovable disasters that they are. In writing this, I took an hour break and reread it again.

we’re swimming with the sharks (until we drown) by @obiwaned Notes: Teen, fake/pretend relationship

Getting this update notification felt like such a sweet sweet win for me. I loved the premise as soon as I read it and it just keeps getting better. Fake marriage for any reason is always amazing. I also LOVE non-linear timelines and this writer does it so well because you as the reader don’t get lost and confused trying to keep the timeline straight. It’s delectable, it’s straightforward, it’s so easy to devour, and I am obsessed with this fic and even the possibility of more.

Self-Insert by ZenyZootSuit Notes: Teen, crack

God this is so funny in a very crack way. Short and funny and perfect. Darth Vader writes self-insert fanfiction about being with Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Darth Sidious finds out. Imperial secrets are leaked, but I’m sure those were important details he needed to include!! For context! Realism! Absolutely perfect; no notes.

Open Circle by Calyss Note: Explicit, Dark Obi-Wan, dom/sub (under)tones, seduction to the Dark side

This is also one of my annual rereads, and one of my absolute favorite Sith Obi-Wans in the fandom. I love how out of control this sith Obi-Wan is, how very obsessed with just Anakin he is. Sith Obi-Wan really said “he’s mine” and he’s gonna destroy Anakin’s marriage and the whole galaxy to prove it. And also Anakin is not going to say no or resist much at all because that’s his master and he loves him and has weird feelings for him he has not really examined. This is also such an id fic of mine. But no regrets putting it on the list. When I saw it updated in October 2022, I literally cleaned my room and improved my life before I sat down to read it.

How to Save a Galactic Republic Without Really Trying by @sharpest-tongue Notes: Mature, Post Kenobi show

So many amazing fics came out of the Kenobi show but this absolutely has to be one of my favorites. There’s humor, there’s touching moments, there’s Star Wars lingo I didn’t know but that made the whole thing feel very much in-universe (and that I have now incorporated into my Star Wars Wikipedia slash Dictionary for later use, even if it’s all made up). I love a time travel fic, has to be said, and this one delivers perfectly. The Jedi as family in this fic really made me emotional. Extra special shout out to Obi-Wan, raising his padawan again in a do-over, and thinking, ‘i was not this bad as a teenager wtf?? Yeah ok whatever i MAY have fought in TWO WARS at that age but still!!!’ love him. Love his obvious blind spots for anakin and also for himself. Such a good fic!!!

broken bones, thunder drums by @maragny Notes: Teen, hurt/comfort

There is so much to love about this fic and I love it all. Clone War fics are like my bread and butter in this fandom. I love obikin fics that take place in the middle of battle where the reader is confronted with the reality of either Anakin or Obi-Wan fighting – and this fic really starts by throwing you into the action in such a visceral, effective way that I was stressed! I was gripped! It makes Anakin hiding his injury feel not only understandable but also like the only option. Good think Obi-Wan is there to save the day and help Anakin through his pain because he is overprotective and in love with him. Also the first chapter is told from Rex’s point of view, which just. One of my favorite outsider POVs for obikin is Rex.

no news is good news by @rhymenoceros Notes: Mature, crack, relationship reveal, breaking news/news cycle format

This fic is so funny! The tone is perfect for what the writer sets out to do — that is, make the reader feel like they’re caught up in a social media news cycle! There’s talk shows, there’s paparazzi, there’s space reddit, there’s leaked Jedi text conversations….the Jedi screen names are hilarious and easy to tell who is who while still staying true to the joke. Cannot recommend this fic enough. Cute, funny, horny, and with that sweet sweet Palpatine downfall that the best cracky fics always have.

Falling Deep Into You by @dark--whisperings Notes: Explicit, dom/sub tones, so much pining

Any fic that has the tag “Obi-Wan Kenobi is a freak in bed” has my attention and my interest. This writer describes Anakin subbing and Obi-Wan domming so very beautifully that it’s almost a manifesto in 8k. Lots of good sex here, but I really love the opening scene and the push and pull the writer’s given the characters. They want each other so much—Obi-Wan wants so much, but alas! Religious guilt on par with catholicism! Of course the nasty freaky sex fiend in Obi-Wan wins out over the Jedi Master, but I really enjoyed the guilt and the way he gives in and goes to find Anakin because of course he does. And then the ending! A resetting of the chess board so that the game can start over tomorrow. A great fic all in all!

you took my love so tenderly by @billboguspreston & @acrylicsalts-inspo Notes: Explicit, prince/guard dynamic, exhibitionism

I started reading this fic when it was first posted, and I followed it attentively and with baited breath. I love the reverse age dynamic (I know, it’s not for everyone, but I lovelovelove it), and I love that this Obi-Wan is such a spitfire. He knows what he wants and that’s for his silent, restrained, older, handsome bodyguard to snap and fuck him and he WILL brat his way into getting what he wants as is his right. Anakin being both incredibly horny (Anakin horny-gripping the pommel of his sword because Obi-Wan has decided to get off right in front of him to see if he can tempt him into fucking him) is amazing. Obi-Wan being both the aggressor and also the inexperienced one is chef’s fucking kiss and a dynamic I do not see often enough. So worth the read. And there may be more sequels??? Be still my beating heart!

I Wanna Be Owned by @kyberkenobi Notes: Explicit, 5+1 things, light BDSM

Speaking of horny grip lol, I had to think for a bit about which fic from this writer to choose because all of them are very good and very very smutty with all sorts of kinks and dynamics. The writer you go to for mean dom Obi-Wan and if you’re feeling up for discovering a kink you weren’t sure you were into before. There’s plenty of amazing fics on her ao3 (I was also immediately obsessed with the recent alpha/alpha one), but this fic is one of my favorites. I love the style of a 5+1 for a fic, and I am obsessed with casual slut (affectionate) Obi-Wan and Anakin’s blinders of his master slowly being pulled away until he HAS to confront the reason Obi-Wan can untie and hogtie a criminal they caught so damn quickly. It’s indecent. It’s amazing.

Our Man From Tatooine by kazmir Notes: Explicit, a/b/o dynamics, intersex omegas

This story is such a good, quick, enthralling read. I really can’t say much without spoiling it, but it’s worth the read. Dark Obikin, twists and turns, roleplaying, horny mates being unable to resist the other’s draw….so good….One of those fics I paused to reread while reccing it lol

Acts of Contrition by @marycontraire Notes: A series, ranging from Gen - Explicit

Cheating a little bit to rec you all a series instead because I just reread this fic series and fell in love with it all over again. Literally a fandom classic for me. The world building is amazing, the realism and research really pays off because it creates such a rich world for people to dive into. The Tatooine culture is so rich and interesting, and I love this Anakin especially. It’s a very realistic take on if Anakin had been expelled from the Order for the Tusken massacre. This Anakin is darker and clingier and Obi-Wan is trying to keep himself level and sane and something Anakin can cling to while still being a Jedi in all but name. Every installment of this series is gold and worth reading as quickly as possible just to have this in your mind faster. Also worth a slow read to savor it because unfortunately, you can only read a fic series like this for the first time once.

You can call me baby (you can call me love) by @lilredghost Notes: Explicit, 5 + 1

This fic is so sweet that I honestly forgot it was explicit - even though, yes, it opens with a sex scene lmao! But I love this writer’s explicit fics so much (their ao3 is worth a browse) that I am not disappointed in it being explicit, no sir. Obi-Wan gets upset when Anakin calls him an old man repeatedly and I’ve read this fic so much that when I see repeated use of “old man” in other fics I’m like “! no! His feelings!!!” this fic ALSO has anakin calling obi-wan baby <3 so good so sweet so perfect.

take my hand through the flames by @atornpage Notes: Explicit, vaderwan, seduction to the Dark Side

Oh this may just be the WIP I am most excited to see updated! It’s such a clever and unique concept that I’m on the edge of my seat to see where the writer takes the story next. There are not enough stories where a character falls into a coma and time passes around them, and this is so perfect. I adore fics where baby Anakin is clingy and obsessed with Obi-Wan and everyone around them is like ‘this is not REALLY the Jedi way, guys’, and this fic has SO much of that. I can’t wait to see all the promises of the tags come to fruition and am massively enjoying the ride to get there!

Heal Me, My Darling by @wasureneba Notes: Explicit, sick fic, idiots in love

Who doesn’t love a sick fic?? The tender healing…the care…the rotten work…not to me, not if it’s you, etc etc…this fic is such a good sick fic too, I was here for the entire thing! Anakin is in top whiny form and Obi-Wan is cuddling him left and right! I also love Anakin having a praise kink in this fic – it made me soft and so receptive to the idea again when I was getting tired of seeing it as a default in a ton of fics. But this fic said “Obi-Wan tells Anakin he’s doing good while touching his ass to administer a very important for plot reasons shot and Anakin bursts into flames” and I said “absolutely and understandable, please tell me what happens next.” This is like a perfect sick fic for me. The right balance of sweet and horny. Caring Obi-Wan and whiny because he’s bored! Anakin. God-tier combination.

Νόστος by NFx Notes: Explicit, stockholm syndrome typical of hades & persephone aus

I am always here for a good Hades&Persephone AU and I feel like this is a great one! I especially love AUs that carefully place Star Wars GFFA characters into an established world (like Greek mythology in this case), and take care to match up the side characters of the GFFA with the AU characters they’re being transposed on. I like the pace and narration of this one too, the way the tone feels both readable and still old — the dialogue and narration don’t read like a BBC documentary set in Ancient Greece where everyone just sort of speaks like they’re in a Shakespeare play for some reason, but it’s still sorta oldish/stiffer dialogue that really keeps you in the fic universe without alienating readers. Also, horny. But dark horny. Love a darker Anakin.

Hunting the Homeward Light by GreenQueenofClubs Notes: Teen

One of my all-time favorites, I think, and if you haven't read it or haven't reread it recently, you need to! There's so much tension build up and detail put in with such an amazing pay off that I could literally read this fic every month and probably find something new to enjoy all over again. I don't even have strong opinions about mace training anakin, but this fic convinced me it could work and work really well. also poor poor obi-wan </3 his emotional support padawan goes missing </3 but then is found :) as a twunk :)

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Where I'll Stay (At Your Side) | Gale x Reader

You know Gale has his sights set on the crown. At first, you had agreed that it sounded like a good idea. But now, holding the book in your hands, you worry about history and it's tendency to repeat itself.

Despite the anxiety blooming in your chest, you hand the book over to Gale.

Pairing: Gale/Reader

Tags: light hurt/comfort, light angst, act iii spoilers

Notes: this wizard can carry so much hubris and self-worth issues. something kinda short that i wanted to write after playing through more of act iii (even though it is so very bugged rn)

Ao3 Link: Where I'll Stay (At Your Side)

Word Count: 1,042

Breaking into the basement of Sorcerous Sundries was no easy feat. But because it was Gale who wanted to do it, you were more than happy to try. Astarion was happy for the opportunity to go precisely where he wasn’t allowed to, and Karlach was eager to join because it sounded exciting. Together, the four of you managed to sneak your way into the librarians office and through the portal that led to the basement.

There were traps, because the elaborate secret portal behind the very locked door wasn’t enough, and they were a pain to deal with. They were no problem for Astarion, however, who quickly disarmed them the moment they were noticed.

Once you finally found the book, you were suddenly filled with a growing apprehension. Looking at it, the severe and intimidating cover, it made you doubt that this was right.

You know Gale has his sights set on the crown. At first, you had agreed that it sounded like a good idea. But now, holding the book in your hands, you worry about history and it’s tendency to repeat itself.

Despite the anxiety blooming in your chest, you hand the book over to Gale.

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Back at the Elfsong Tavern, Gale is flipping through the book with rapt attention. He hasn’t said a word to you while you sit on the bed with him.

“Gale,” you say, breaking the silence. He looks up at you immediately.

“Yes, my love?” He answers. He sets the book down beside him, and you feel relieved, for some reason, to see it not in his hands.

You move closer to him, settling yourself in his lap, straddling his hips. He’s quick to move his hands to your hips. He looks up at you, big brown eyes catching the light from the lantern on the side table. You can’t help but kiss him, holding his face between your palms.

“While I am not opposed to affection without reason, of course; I feel like I must ask if there is a cause for such sudden sentiments?”

Gale has a knack for seeing through you sometimes. No matter your efforts, he always seems to know when something is bothering you, and he is surprisingly adept at prying the truth from you.

“I’m worried about you,” you admit plainly. His smile fades.

“About what?”

“The crown,” you answer after a moment, hesitant even to tell him. He hums, brow furrowing slightly.

“You trust me with it, don’t you?” He sounds vulnerable when he asks. The thought of your doubt in him is near painful to consider.

“I do,” you’re quick to reassure. “I do, Gale, I really do. It’s just… will you still be yourself with power like that? How do you know it won’t change you?”

“Well, of course it will change me,” he says, with a laugh as though it’s no concern to him. It likely isn’t, you realise. Gale doesn’t see what you see in him; the thought of him changing doesn’t strike him with the same fear that it does you. He watches your eyes betray your feelings immediately. “I’ll still be myself; just stronger. Isn’t that what you want for me?”

“I want you as you are.” Your voice is strained. “I want you .”

“And you will have me. This is no selfish endeavour, I assure you. I’m doing this for both of us.” His smile has returned, the thought of your future together is enough to give him hope. You hate that you don’t share the sentiment.

You lean against him, resting your head against his chest. You’re quiet for a few minutes. Gale’s hand runs up and down your back, occasionally running through the hair at the nape of your neck.

“If this is truly what you want, then I will stand behind you… But I’m worried that’s where I’ll stay; I’m worried that is where you will keep me, by no fault of your own. I’m worried I will never be at your side again. Gods cannot love mortals, not truly.” You feel Gale’s hand stop at your shoulder. “Gods cannot be tender, they cannot love in the way that mortals love.” You can hear him begin to say something, but you stop him as you continue speaking. “I don’t care about your powers.” You lean back again to look at him. “I fell in love with Gale. Gale Dekarios. Not Gale, wizard of Waterdeep. Not Gale, God of Magic, Master of the Weave.” Your palms rest against his cheeks again, and you press a kiss to his forehead. “If this is what you want, I will help you. But you must know that I will love you no matter what. You could lose all of your magic tomorrow, and I would still love you just as much. You are more to me than your achievements and your titles, Gale Dekarios.”

Gale stares up at you, speechless.

“You are entirely too generous. I deserve very little of your kind words,” he says finally.

“You deserve all of them and more. I will repeat myself until you believe me.” You watch the tears gather in the corner of his eyes, with your own to match. He pulls you forward to kiss you.

The book is abandoned, pushed to the side, and eventually hits the floor. Gale ignores it, far too concerned with you. You , who loves him for the man he is. Despite everything, you love him. Sure, he may not entirely believe himself worthy of such love yet, but the longer you stay with him, every reassurance you give unasked; it does slowly push him to believe that perhaps he is worth more than others have convinced him of in the past.

You love him like no one else has. You love him, even with his flaws. You love him, would still love him even without his magic. You are the first to love the things about him that he would abandon; the things about him that are not perfect. He would be a fool to throw that away for the crown.

What he knows he wants, as uncertain as the future may be, is to have you at his side. He doesn’t need the crown to have that.

#gale dekarios #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate x reader #x reader fic #gale x reader #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 #baldurs gate gale

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Uuummm hi , 👋😊. I was wondering if U make like stories on ikemen prince . If u do , can u pls pls pls pls make one on Gilbert being a father🤞🤞.I NEED IT 😩😫 plssssss . Ofc you are not force to . TYsm ❤️👑💋

Thank you @alfonssylvaticasbitch for this very lovely ask - as his route is releasing in EN in just a few hours, I thought it would be fitting to post this today.

Anti-Hero - Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N #1: This is now the third Gilbert as a dad fic I've written and also the third fic I've titled after a Taylor Swift song (I promise I am not a Swiftie!) - make of this what you will.

A/N #2: Happy Route Release Day Gilbert - congratulations, now all your secrets will soon be known.

Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader

Prompt: Gilbert as a dad

Word Count: 680

Tags: fluff, no spoilers (other than an appearance by Walter who is just "some guy" in this fic), Gilbert has a daughter

“Here,” the little girl said, placing a toy dragon into Roderich’s hands, “you get to be the dragon today.”

The man wearing a dark hood covering his face stared down at the toy. “Why am I always the dragon?” he muttered.

“Would you rather be the troll?” Walter asked, eyeing the very ugly toy in his hand. “Just go along with it, you don’t want to make him angry.”

Roderich turned his head to see Gilbert seated on a large stone, his little rabbit not far from him.

“Why isn’t he ever the dragon?” Roderich mumbled under his breath. He turned his attention back to the game at hand and moved his dragon to the entrance of the play-castle.

He made loud roaring sounds; the little girl smiled and shrieked, happy to see her friend play along.

“Papa, Papa ! Help me!!!!” she called out frantically. Her arms flailing, she flopped over onto her side, the doll in her hand falling from her fingers. “The dragon…” she gasped, “is coming to get me!”

“Rawr!” Roderich shouted as he moved the dragon closer to the little girl’s doll. He watched as she clutched her heart, sighing dramatically – something her father had done on more than one occasion.

“Papa!” she cried breathlessly. “I need you,” she gasped, “I need my hero to save me!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at your daughter’s theatrics – while she inherited your hair and eyes, she inherited her melodramatics from Gilbert.

“Go,” you urged, “she needs you.”

Gilbert looked at his daughter and then back at you. “I’m not a hero,” he said. “Anti-hero, maybe. But I’m the villain…”

His voice trailed off as his focus turned to his daughter. Sprawled out on the floor, she lay still as the mean and scary dragon approached the princess.

You tugged gently on Gilbert’s sleeve, his gaze returning to you. “In her eyes, you are her papa. A great and wonderful man who adores her. In her world, she only knows the good you have done.”

“I have done bad things. Terrible things.” He tilted his head, sadness washing over his face. “And I might do them again.”

“You won't," you replied softly, to which Gilbert huffed a puff of air.

“And you, little rabbit, how do you see me?”

“I see a man with a good heart who loves his family and his country.”

His expression softened, the way he looked at you was so gentle; he couldn't argue with you – there was not a lie in your voice. His rose-red eye wavered as he pulled you into an embrace, his arms circling your waist, squeezing you so tight.

“I wouldn’t survive without you,” he whispered into a kiss placed upon the crown of your hair.

You pressed your cheek into the dark fabric covering his chest, humming your acknowledgment.

“That’s why I’ll never let you leave my side.”

You pulled away, needing to look into his eye when you spoke. “I wouldn't want it any other way.”

He pressed his lips against yours in a rare sign of affection in front of others. Cool against warmth, it was over before it could go any further.

You ran your palms slowly down his arms, your hands slipping into his. “Now go, be her hero.” You let go of his hands, and watched him walk away.

He took a seat on the ground next to his daughter; once she was calmed, Gilbert turned to you. He held out his hands, his fingers curving into a heart as he smiled at you.

Your heart filled with warmth as Gilbert picked up the toy knight and played the part of the hero, slaying the mean dragon and saving the princess. Nothing could have made you happier than when you saw the smile on your daughter’s face.

“Thank you for saving me, papa,” she squealed as he lifted her in the air. “I love you!”

“I love you, too,” you whispered, giving your husband and child a moment together, their laughter so loud and infectious you couldn't help but join in their joy.

Tagging: @redheadkittys @alixennial @rhodolitesroseforclavis @chaosangel767 @queengiuliettafirstlady @queen-dahlia @ikehoe @ikemen-writer @talfollowingstuff @kpop-and-otome @kisara-16 @altairring @lucyw260 @lordsisterxotome @umi-adxhira @crypticbibliophile @lancelotscloak @scorchieart @tele86 @nightfoxqueen @melodiousramblings @wendolrea @aceuuuu @randonauticrap @aria-chikage @nightghoul381 @judejazza @maries-gallery @xbalayage @xenokiryu @alydra @drachonia @ranhanabi777 @silver-dahlia @lunaaka @portrait-ninja @sh0jun

#ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert #ikemen gilbert #ikemen fanfic #ikepri fanfic #otome #otome games #otome fanfic

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 2 years

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How They Feel Being Loved by You | CSM Edition

tags: gn!reader, headcanons, tarot, spoilers for makima’s

a/n: a spin on my usual tarot hcs of how it feels being loved by a certain character but rather how they feel being loved by someone else. something light-hearted to cheer up after a recent, unfortunate event. let’s enjoy csm tuesday tomorrow woo!! i don’t apologize for the person i will become when angel is officially in an episode, i am saying that right here and now. (also for the anime onlys, i’m a manga reader so lwk just assume anything with makima unless specified otherwise isn’t anime only-friendly)

denji

knight of cups, the emperor, ten of cups, the hierophant

ever the romantic who doesn’t ask for much, denji is wholly satisfied with your relationship and the love you give him. as far he’s concerned, he’s living on cloud nine. you’re the bonnie to his clyde, the thelma to his louise, you’re partners. he’s spoiled by what you do for him, big and small. you make denji feel safe and secure, he doesn’t need to worry when you’re around and if you’re apart, he knows your relationship is just as strong. what more does he have to ask for? although, if denji was asked, he supposes he does have a small list of things he’d like to ask you for. boobs and ass please going on lots of dates together, steak every morning for breakfast and an unlimited amount of jam and butter.

aki

the lovers, five of swords, the hierophant, king of wands

love was freedom for aki. all these years being pulled by his hate and desire for revenge led him into conflict after conflict with the devil hunters and it wasn’t until experiencing love did he consider following a different path. love for his new family, a new family that includes you. rather than his strength being fueled by hate, aki’s strength is fueled by love and his fear he will lose those that he cares about. he wants you to have a long life even if he knows that you won’t be able to enjoy a long one with each other. he wants to spend as much time as he can with you regardless. he feels your warmth and passion and love for life envelope him completely, that’s the foundation for his actions.

power

the lovers, king of swords, eight of cups, the world

power feels like she is on top of the world when she is with you. she isn’t the brightest tool in the shed, nor is she as brave as she claims to be but you make her feel that way 100%. there are tendencies power will never be able to let go of as the blood fiend. she will always thirst for blood and she will always be fond of the idea of violence and chaos and her general dislike of humans will remain. but if it’s you, humans aren’t all bad. meowy likes you after all and if you have her beloved cat’s approval, power knows in her heart that you’re the one for her. you know what she is and isn’t capable of and you accept power, flaws and all and she accepts you human and all. she’s the ultimate, great and feared power and you are her ultimate lover

angel devil

queen of chalices, the devil, queen of swords, two of pentacles

being loved by you is a sign to angel that it’s finally okay for him to be selfish. he no longer has to put on airs or be fearful of the terrifying beast that keeps him chained to the devil hunters. angel chooses you. you make him feel balanced and like it is okay to release the emotions he keeps quelled inside him; love, happiness, fear and anger. he lets them flow as freely as the newfound selfishness you awakened in him. he can make this work, he can get through any trial his relationship with you may come across. it matters not if he is angel or devil first, angel is first and foremost yours. he will always be cautious of touching too freely, but he welcomes the affection he can receive like its the finest wine

makima

the world, the fool, five of swords, four of wands

your love is a new experience for makima. until you, every relationship she has had was one that was based upon her powers as the control devil and that fact has haunted her for many years. but you came and freed her from those chains, the one person the control devil can have a relationship with where her powers didn’t play a part. for makima, this is as freeing as it as luxurious. everything about your relationship is something new for her and it makes makima feel as if she has everything and is everything. for makima, close isn’t close enough she wishes she could live in your skin. your love the is the blood that flows through her veins, the air she breathes and if she could she’d live in your chest as your heart. for makima, your relationship is a harmonious one. she hopes that through you, she can form more relationships like your own. relationships that are equal. but you will always be her favorite.

#look she's writing #tarot #headcanons #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #denji x reader #aki x reader #power x reader #angel x reader #makima x reader #same power if my pets don't like who i'm dating then it's curtains on that relationship

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Chapter 18 Happy Birthday, by the way

Chapter 18 of Sugar

A/N- It’s crazy how everything happens in a span of a couple hours!

Warning- Swearing, ANGST!, fluff, violence, blood, spoilers, SLOW BURN, heavy pining, long chapter.

Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Takes place during- 2x10-2x16

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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“How?” You ask breathlessly and slowly reach out to grab his hands.

Suguru—no, this man pretending to be Suguru wraps his hands around your arms and offers you a faint and feigned smile that you catch right away.

“Why didn’t you go home?” You add.

Fake Suguru parts his lips and spills some lies. “I wanted to give you the world first. I couldn’t disappoint you again.”

He’s trying so hard to sound as soft as Suguru would when he spoke, but does this guy know that it came naturally to Suguru to speak that way?

Does he know that no matter what, Suguru and you told each other almost everything when it came to these matters? That even if he thinks he’s disappointing you, he’d communicate himself, especially when his kids are on the line.

“I told you,” you whisper in a shaky voice as you force tears to roll down your cheeks. “All I needed was you. You should’ve told me.”

Fake Suguru slides his hands down your arms to take your hands in his before he leans closer to you. “I’m sorry,” he says without sounding genuine whatsoever. “Forgive me.”

You hold his gaze and nod softly in agreement. And even if your heart and soul knew that he isn’t your husband, this is still his body. The hands you’re holding are still as soft and warm as his were, and so for a moment, you let your mind just lose itself over him. You let yourself indulge in the feeling of his muscular arms under your fingertips as you drag your arms up. You let yourself take in his face now that it isn’t just in pictures or in your memories.

This guy is not Suguru, you know that, but you hold his delicate and soft face as if it were.

“Suguru,” you cry as if it were him, and stare into his eyes to try and desperately find a piece of him.

However, these eyes are cold and unwelcoming.

Even so, you still throw your arms around him and hug him tightly against you. “Oh,” you mewl. “I missed you.”

Fake Suguru slowly embraces you back and does the right thing by caressing your back. “I missed you too,” he redirects, but it almost sounds like he’s putting effort into it.

“I love you,” you murmur, but not to this soul, to the body that belonged to the soul of Suguru Geto.

“Me too,” fake Geto mutters.

You inhale and you immediately get a whiff of some sweat, dirt, and stench of curses. Suguru didn’t like wearing cologne made by non-sorcerers, but he made his alternatives to smell good. He also never stood as stiff as fake Geto does. And when he hugged you he embraced you with effort and love. This guy seems to be barely holding on, so it makes what you have to do that much easier.

First, however, you slowly drag your eyes off the ground and meet your brother's hardened and panicked gaze. Neither of you dare to say a word, but you didn’t need to, Satoru spoke with his eyes. He shot you a warning about this man, and about leaving with his look alone, but you knew all that.

“It's okay, you’ll be okay,” you mouth and offer your brother a tiny and assuring smile.

Satoru’s eyes widen more as he realizes you have something up your sleeve. But no matter how much he itches to say something he keeps his mouth shut and trusts you.

“I know how this looks,” fake Suguru interjects after you pull back to face him. “But you have to trust me.”

You offer him a sweet smile and nod softly. “Of course I do, but first please let me just…” you trail off and slowly and hesitantly hold his face. “Look at you,” you whisper and lift one hand to hover the pad of your thumb over the scar across his forehead. “Are you okay?”

Fake Suguru shoots you a smile and nods. “Now I am. Hm.” He hums and slowly lifts his hands to reach for your cheeks. You feel the need to flinch to avoid this stranger's touch, but you need to keep him fooled, so you let his hands cup your cheeks, you let his thumbs caress your flesh before you force yourself to lean in and slam your lips over his.

Right away the kiss feels different. And even if these lips are the same ones you kissed over the 11 years you were together, these lips feel strange to the touch; there’s no spark or hunger for more. You actually feel disgusted by the dry lips moving against yours, but you suck it up and keep his attention on you as you slide one hand down.

Every fiber in your body wants to free yourself from the torture of acting in something intimate with the stranger, but you keep pushing through to discreetly use your cursed energy and bask your hand with flames before you thrust your flame-covered fist through his chest.

Fake Suguru immediately pulls back and looks down at your arm impaled through his chest and groans. “Why?” He asks and keeps pretending to be someone he isn’t. “Y/N.”

You slowly smirk to let him know that you didn’t fall into his trap. And before he can counter, you dig your other hand in your pocket and pull out Heartsbane, the dagger you were supposed to use to kill Suguru with 11 years ago, and thrust the blade towards his heart.

However, just as the blade's tip touches his chest, something cold and rough wraps around your wrist and stops you. You quickly snap your eyes down in panic and see a pale and enlarged hand with stitches wrapped around the wrist…

Patchface.

You try to look over at him, but in the blink of an eye, he bends your wrist away from fake Suguru and snaps your arm back to impale the knife through your throat.

“Y/N!” Satoru bellows.

You choke and gurgle on your own blood as it overfills your throat, and pull your other hand away from fake Suguru to paw at your bleeding wound.

“No blood to the brain,” fake Suguru mutters in a threatening voice while he pulls the knife out of your wound to make the blood squirt out. “Means a cascade of circuit failure and slower healing for RCT users.”

“Stop!” Satoru yells out. “Leave her alone! Just leave her alone dammit! “Y/N,” Satoru calls out, and you hear panic laced in his voice. He doesn’t hide it, it’s obvious and clear. “Just focus on healing, nothing else. Are you listening to me?!”

You part your lips but nothing comes out, so instead you slowly shift your eyes past fake Suguru’s shoulders to find comfort in these fearful seconds as you try to heal, but just as you meet your brother's bright blue eyes, fake Suguru squeezes your face hard, and with one swift turn he snaps your neck.

“And no oxygen to the brain means death, and no RCT,” fake Suguru finishes and finally lets go of your face to let your body thump limply on the ground with your eyes wide open, and blood slowly pooling around you.

However, your life is not immediately robbed by the grasp of death, you’re still conscious, you can see the lower half of your brother's body as he remains crouched and restrained, and you can see fake Suguru’s legs, but you can’t move your eyes to see anything else. You actually can’t move your body at all, you’re paralyzed and feeling yourself bleed out. All you can do is listen.

“Hey,” you hear Satoru call out breathlessly to your stiff body. “Y/N?”

You want to let him know you’re okay, but you can’t move a muscle. You’re barely breathing. All you can muster is slow healing to stop all your blood from spilling out of your wound as you fight the darkness that tries to knock you unconscious.

“It’s not funny,” Satoru seethes. “Get up. Get the hell up and heal!”

“I didn't mean things to turn out that way,” fake Suguru interjects and finally sounds fucking sincere. “But she caught me off guard, I reacted.”

“If you’re going to do this, hurry it up!” Satoru rebuttals spitefully. “Not only is it absolutely foul, but the view here is awful, too.”

“I wanted to enjoy this sight for a bit longer, but,” fake Suguru says. “Indeed, I wouldn’t want anything to happen. Gate, close.”

Silent, but high-pitched screaming hits your ears as you see the flesh that's keeping your brother restrained fly up before he just disappears. Which can only mean one thing…He’s gone.

Satoru is gone.

Satoru…

You try to call out his name, but nothing comes out but a huff of air past your lips, whilst tears escape your eyes before that pesky darkness takes over.

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*NOT SO MUCH LATER. CHOSO POV*

“Looks like you’re all awake.” Geto’s voice barely registers in Choso’s mind as he tries to recuperate from the short slumber you put him under when you knocked him out with a single blow.

Which he expected, Geto mentioned you were strong; not as much of a threat as Satoru Gojo, but he and his comrades were told to be cautious of you.

Yet when it came down to it you still caught him by surprise. It’s why he's currently having trouble keeping his eyes open, and it’s why he now knows that he should’ve never doubted you. However, he made that mistake before he realized that Geto was talking about you. The same you that he saw in his grand and deep abyss where all he had was his brothers before there was you.

Before that, he didn’t know much in his century-long indisposal He didn’t feel much, but brotherly love and hatred for his father, but then flames as bright as the sun sparked to life and burned away the dark void that was his life, and he finally knew what hope was the moment your eyes came into his life.

Ever since then, he’s been marked by the touch of your flames and he could never forget you for as long as he lived. Even as that light diminished as the time passed after your absence, your flames still danced inside him. And they continued to gently dance just for him when he was given a body and a chance to finally live.

When he realized he didn’t know if you were alive or if you had died decades ago, he made sure to hold on to your memory. Albeit then his brothers died and that hopeful fire began to flicker, and struggled to stay alive.

That is until he finally saw you again.

Yes, he failed to recognize you at first, but every time he looked at you you were far, and when you were close you had the tendency to look away and babble, or attack. But when he had you in his arms just a hair's breadth away and you looked back at him, he finally saw his hope once again when he recognized your fire-kissed eyes that he would never forget for as long as he lives.

Yet he couldn’t say a thing even if he had hundreds of things to say. You stole his breath away and rendered him speechless the moment he recognized you; his divine light.

Before you, he never thought that ability was a possibility for him, but you did it and did it again a few minutes later when you knocked him out. But he doesn’t blame you for that, you don’t know who he is in his new body. He wouldn’t blame you if you kept hating him for what he wants to do either. All you need to know is that he's thankful for you.

“Choso,” Geto calls out for his attention. “I hope Y/N didn’t give you such a hard time.”

Choso shakes his head stiffly. “No, not at all.”

Geto hums. “Good. The weakness with her is to keep her talking, really, she loves that.” He scoffs. “Or should I say she loved that.” He sighs deeply and steps aside.

And just like that, all hope is gone. Nothing lingers, nothing is left dancing or flickering in hopes you’d come to light it again. The moment he recognizes you lying limply on the ground with a pool of blood around your head, and dark stains of it on your lips, chin, and white hair he’s once again in that void he’d become strangers with

“What?” Choso mutters in a chilling tone that’s barely audible as he stares in disbelief at your stiff body.

“No, Choso,” Mahito interjects. “The question is why.” He chuckles. “She thought she was smart, but she wasn’t. She was just plain annoying and not all that strong.”

There it goes again, his heart beating weirdly. Only this time he doesn’t confuse it like when he first laid eyes on you before he recognized you. At that moment it felt like his heart skipped a beat, it was odd but pleasing. This time though he knows what it means when he feels his heart sink. After all, he felt it when he lost his brothers to Yuji Itadori and his friend.

He hardly knew you, it’s true, but in retrospect, it feels like he’s known you for years by the memory of your fire-infused eyes and what they meant to him alone. Not only that, but he couldn’t even say thank you, or mention that he remembered you from that day when he was nothing but a fetus in a tube. He can’t say anything at all anymore because you’re dead.

And yet the one person who he thought would be conflicted by this, isn’t. Geto actually doesn’t seem affected by the fact that you're dead whatsoever.

You are his wife after all aren’t you? Even if he’s never seen you two together shouldn't your death cause some kind of reaction?

“Wasn’t she your wife?” Choso dares to ask as he lifts his eyes to look at Geto across from him.

Geto holds Choso’s gaze and sighs deeply before he nods lightly. “She was,” he says simply. “But disagreements happen…and people drift apart, hm.” He offers Choso a tightlipped smile before he looks away to change the subject. “Now, for our next…”

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*YOUR P.O.V. A FEW MINUTES LATER*

“Man, now they know…”

Who’s annoying ass voice is that?

“…the sorcerers are going…”

Is he far or close?

“I’ll be staying behind…”

That’s right; some prick is pretending to be Suguru. It’s all coming back now, every bit of information.

Patch face stabbing you, fake Suguru snapping your neck, and Satoru disappearing thanks to that flesh-like box.

How long has it been since then?

It couldn’t have been long since you managed to start healing in that small window of time after fake Suguru snapped your neck. But then again anything could’ve happened already.

Yet, as you slowly peel your eyes open you can see that you’re still on the train station ground, and you can still hear Patchface and fake Suguru, so perhaps only a short time passed. Which means…

What does it mean exactly? Satoru disappeared, who knows where thanks to these bastards. How can you help someone when you don’t know where they went? It’s not like you can beg this man posing as your husband to give your brother back. If you had to guess, then that’s what this man wanted, to make Satoru disappear.

So it means you’ll have to map out what's happening, so you can then figure something out or leave to go find Itadori like Satoru told you to.

Whatever it is you can’t figure shit out with you on the ground looking at the dirty and blood-covered ground.

Is it smart to get up and show the people who tried to kill you that you’re alive? No, but you need to save your brother or find a way to.

Thus with the strength you recuperated after your body healed, you slowly slide your arms forward and press your palms against the floor to slowly push yourself up to your knees like a dead woman rising.

“…From what I could tell after seeing Satoru Gojo in person—”

“Oh, Sugar,” you coo and cut off that annoying voice blabbering off. “Didn’t anyone tell you to chop off the head?”

Gasps sound behind you, and you continue to slowly push yourself to your feet.

“Where’s the fun in that?” You recognize Patch Face interject.

You feign a chuckle and slowly roll your head up. “I wasn’t talking to you, fuck face,” you sneer and turn half of your body to peer over at the men behind you and realize that it’s not just them anymore. There’s a big and plump red curse, Volcano Head, and…the Cursed Womb; he's also the only one who doesn’t look pisssed or annoyed that you’ve risen from the dead. He looks shocked, but not upset.

“Well,” fake Suguru finally says with that same fake voice. “I can’t say I expected anything less from you…darling.”

You scoff at the ground and shake your head in disapproval.

Could he at least try to sound like Suguru?

“Where’s my brother?” You ask bluntly and snap your eyes up to face the stranger before you.

Fake Suguru shrugs softly. “Out of commission.”

You narrow your gaze to challenge that smug look on his face and try to figure this guy out, to get under his skin, and at least crack his facade.

“You could try and get him back,” he adds and steps aside.

You slowly lower your gaze to the crater on the ground, and notice a small box with eyes the same color as Satoru’s all over the box.

Is that where he is—no, of course, that’s where he is, fake Suguru wouldn’t show it off so proudly if Satoru wasn’t trapped there.

Which means you can’t possibly get him back. No matter how strong you think you are, all these curses with fake Suguru are special grades. He wouldn’t be with them if they weren’t. And the Cursed Womb is a threat too. You can’t face all of them alone—

But you do have the ability to manipulate the earth beneath the box, so you could snatch him back via underground. It’s risky, but it’ll work if you move fast. And if it comes down to it then you’ll have to show off. It doesn’t matter as long as you get Satoru back.

“You know,” you interject nonchalantly. “My daughter will get sad that she won’t see her uncle anymore, but…” you trail off as you catch two pairs of eyes from the corner of your left eye that you can never mistake; Nanako and Mimiko’s. They're on their hands and knees hiding between the corpses.

This changes everything. You can’t possibly get them in the middle of a chase that will most likely happen if you steal Satoru back. You can’t risk their lives…

So you’ll just have to leave empty-handed and get your brother later.

It hurts to do it, but you don’t have another choice anymore, your daughter's lives come first.

“….it’s not worth the risk,” you finish saying and offer fake Suguru an obviously feigned smile before you steal a glimpse at the Cursed Womb and actually lock eyes with him. It’s only for a second but in that moment the guy immediately blinks and straightens up as his face eases from that hardened expression.

You have many questions for him now that you realize he’s the same Cursed Womb you were supposed to rescue last year, but there's a pressing matter to get to, so you hope he stays alive long enough so you can cross paths again. Until then you turn away with the attempt to leave.

“You didn’t really think it’d be that easy to leave now did you?” Patch Face blurts.

You ignore him and instead meet your daughter's eyes as they still hide in the crowd and let them know to start backing away with a simple pointed glare.

However, footsteps then approach you, and out of instinct to protect your daughters you snap around with clenched fists, and your lips curled to a scowl.

“You think you’re so strong,” you hiss at Patch Face since he was the one who dared to come after you. “And so powerful, but you’re naive and cocky after facing a grade one sorcerer and first-year student.”

Patch Face’s smirk deepens as if your words actually fuel his cockiness even more rather than upsetting him.

“So you underestimate everyone because of it, but that will be your downfall. Or,” you roll out and glance at fake Suguru. “He will.” You smirk and take a step back.

Patch Face follows your line of gaze to glance at fake Suguru, and you take advantage of that to slam your fist against his chest and throw him back to his group to get him away from your daughters before he can see them.

“Mahito!” The red curse yells out for its friend.

You glare at all of them and lift your fist infused with fire and wrapped by gusts of air. And before they can counter your surprise attack, you snap your arm down and pound your fist on the floor to send a large wave of the ground towards them so you can use it as a distraction and leave with Nanako and Mimiko.

Albeit fake Suguru throws his arm out, and a woman-cursed spirit in a blood-stained white wedding kimono, comes flying out of a black eerie portal. The same portal Suguru’s curses came out of, meaning that someone is actually using Suguru’s body as a puppet, and not as some mask made by some shape-shifting technique.

It explains why this fake person is so confident in thinking he knows you, it’s why he sent this exact curse to come at you. Because he knows that the curse is from one of the worst days of your past. He’s seen it due to the body he’s in, he knew it’d catch you off guard and make you stop your attack so you can instead direct your attention at the curse.

However, when you throw a fire orb at the curse, it disappears. Or you know that’s what it wants you to believe, it’s waiting for you to move to trap you in its domain. Or, it did that before. Twelve years ago. This time you don’t even think of moving before you notice that your sides begin to obscure.

Alas, even if you’re struck with the same fear you felt 12 years ago, you still put on a brave face and glare at fake Suguru as more mirrors begin to unfold around you. And as he has the audacity to shoot you a wide feigned smile.

“Fuck you,” you spat back in annoyance, “suck my dick.”

Fake Suguru pouts and shakes his head in disapproval.

You let out a deep huff and roll your eyes away, but catch a glimpse of the Cursed Womb, and notice a small line drawn in between his slightly knotted eyebrows. He looks almost concerned.

Not like he does anything about it though, he stands there with the rest of his friends as mirrors unfold around you, making him the last person you see ahead of you before you see a reflection of yourself and the corpses frozen behind you, causing you to turn around to face Mimiko and Nanako.

They don’t come out of hiding, nor do you want them to. You just hold their gazes and offer them an assuring smile to ease the concern that fills their deep brown eyes before they’re gone too, and all you see is reflections of yourself as the domain closes and disappears from where it was.

Now you need to figure out a way to get out. One where it doesn’t involve the curse sucking you deeper into her domain.

So that means no brutal attack because then the glass will start pushing in—even that was your only plan though, so how?

How?

You can't just wait it out so maybe you can use your domain. They’ll clash and you’ll most likely win.

However, casting a domain? Do you really want to take things that far with this curse? It’ll be a waste of energy, and it'll cause damage, so again, how?

How?

“Y/N?”

Your breath immediately catches and you stiffen as you recognize that gentle voice right away.

Albeit, you also detect right away that it’s not real. You know it’s one of the curses techniques, plus he can’t be real, he’s dead.

Yet you ignore every coherent thought and let yourself be overcome with joy and relief at the sound of his gentle voice.

“Suguru,” you muse and slowly turn around, and see him there. Him, him, not some puppet with stitches across his forehead who struggles to talk because he can’t maintain that gentleness in his voice. This person standing before you is actually Suguru Geto, your husband, your friend, and your partner.

“Hi, darling,” he greets you with that charming smile that always makes you feel butterflies. “Happy birthday.”

You flash him a trembling beaming grin.

“You coming home?”

You blink in confusion, but you actually don’t question him or mention anything in regard to the domain's effects because you’re too starstruck by his very vivid face, by the fact that he’s dressed in his comfortable clothes and not his Gojo-gesa. Not only but you’re also taken away by your surroundings slowly transforming to a spot by the lake that’s by your house.

“Suguru,” you say shakily. “I…miss you. I…” you don’t know why you’re being so sincere. You know he’s not real, but you can’t help it. It’s like you’re entranced. “I don’t know how to do this without you. I’m…alone. I’m lonely.”

Suguru’s face twists to display pity and hurt as if he feels the same way. “Oh, my firefly,” he coos.

You laugh softly at the sound of that nickname and you can't help it, you break into a happy stride and rush over to him.

Yet just as you reach your arms out to meet him with an embrace, the tip of your fingers clash against the glass.

“We’re so close aren't we?” He interjects, making you slowly lift your gaze to look at him with confusion filtering in your face. “Just break the glass and we can be together again. We can touch, and remember what it feels like to kiss. We can spend the rest of our lives together and never have to worry about being apart again,” he says softly and steps closer to the other side of the glass.

“We could have everything we want…like, more kids, we wanted more kids, we were going to have another one, remember? A boy.”

You swallow thickly and gasp softly as you suddenly spot him behind you through the reflection.

“We can have that here,” he whispers and it sounds like he’s by your ear, so you slowly peer back to see if he is.

However, before you can fully twist your head you feel a feathery touch on your belly so you freeze and slowly drift your eyes ahead once again. Now you see him caressing your swollen belly hidden under a nice and pretty red dress.

“See?”

The corner of your lips slowly tug to a content smile and you can’t help but reach for his hand on your belly.

Alas, when you reach down your hand falls through an empty vast of air. And as if horrified by the obvious outcome, you look down and don’t see a belly growing a baby, you see nothing but you in your fighting outfit and pure black floors beneath your feet that don't match the sand-covered grass that displays ahead of you.

“Just break the glass, y/n,” Suguru continues trying to tempt you, but you don’t let yourself become a fool this time. Instead, you drop your head and shut your eyes to shut him out and not see the beautiful landscape displayed in the mirrors around you.

“Y/N?” Suguru calls out. “Break the glass.”

Tears escape your eyes and leave a warm trail on the curve of your cheeks.

“Y/N?” He calls out by your ear.

Think of how to escape in a clever way.

“Are you ignoring me?” He raises his voice.

Think. Think.

“You can't ignore me. I'm here, I’m alive, isn’t that what you wanted?”

Maybe you can light this place like a furnace using your cursed technique?

Fire serpent would be clever, even if it means you won’t be able to use it again for a while—but with this fake Suguru running rampant, and special-grade curses on the loose, it would be smarter to save all your strong and powerful techniques for later, just in case.

So what does that leave you with?

“Open your eyes and break the glass! Break the glass, break the glass,” he repeats, and the gentle way he talks slowly disappears as his voice begins to sound higher pitched and scratchy.

“Break the glass! Break the glass you fucking bitch!” A completely different voice shrieks.

You clench your jaw and fists as you keep trying to tune out the noise and focus on getting out without breaking the glass and wasting so much energy.

“Y/N?” A different voice calls out. One you haven’t heard in a while. It’s Haibara’s.

That’s his voice—but no, it’s all just an illusion made by the curse to trick you and have you break the glass so you can fall into a binding vow. You have to stay strong.

“Help me,” Haibara pleads. “You can still help me!”

You squeeze your eyes shut, and the curse this time shoves you forward as if it’s beginning to taunt you into falling into its trap.

“Help me!” A different voice yells.

“Help us!” Multiple voices rise all around you now and echo in your ears.

“Don’t kill us! Please!”

It’s trying to play with guilt you’ve learned to bury long ago.

“Y/N help me!” It plays Haibara’s voice again.

“Y/N!” Suguru’s voice plays now. “Break the glass!”

You shake your head and continue to brainstorm a way out through the distractions starting to overwhelm you.

“Mama?! I need help!”

Satori—no, no, it’s not her!

You slam your hands over your ears and clench your eyes shut to try and continue to drown everything out and not fall into temptation.

However, the moment you try to play smarter, the curse counters and grows louder to the point it feels like every little sound is pounding through your ears. It even starts to push you around like a rag doll.

But you try not to let it get to you, you keep trying to fight through it even if it begins to get to you, even if it overstimulates you to the point you have to fall on your knees and duck your head to hide from all the chaos…just like fake Suguru wanted it to happen.

This is what he wants, to weaken you in the best way that would; with mental and emotional attacks. This is why he had this curse trap you. And you fell right into his fucking trap. Fuck him.

Fuck him!

You pull your hands off your ears to dig your nails into the ground and begin to heave as you replace the fear and insecurity with fury.

Nevertheless, everything then goes deafeningly quiet. You slowly raise your head to look out for any more haunting reflections that are just torturing you, but no one besides a reflection of Satoru is painted on the surface.

“You’re a monster,” he spat, causing you to stiffen, and making your breath catch in your throat. “All those people you let Suguru kill. All those people you’ve killed.”

This isn’t real. It isn’t…

But…if it is then why are you so offended and hurt by his words.

“You’ve always been a monster,” he continues. “I’ve always known it, but I had to hide my hatred to try and please you. To hope you’d change, but,” he scoffs. “You’re too weak for that.”

Tears fill your eyes, and your heart begins to pound.

“I’ve always known that. We’ve always known that.”

You furrow your eyebrows, and before you can question what he means your parents come out of the shadows, and you’re struck with paralyzing fear.

“I was just a little girl,” you murmur even though you know all this is some messed-up reflection of your inner mind looking back at you. “I was scared. I didn’t want to be weak,” your voice shakes.

“But you are,” Satoru rebuttals. “You’re weak.”

“I was just a little girl!” You cry out and pound your fists on the ground. “It was normal to be scared, so why couldn’t you love me?!”

Your parents' eyes just bore into the ground, they don’t move their muscles and it infuriates you all over again.

“Everything I did before was to try and make you look at me the same way you looked at him!” You bellow. “But it wasn’t enough for you! Nothing was ever enough for either of you! Why?! Why was I never good enough for you?! Why couldn’t you love me?”

Both of your parents' eyes finally snap up and you wait with hope.

However, they don’t answer, and it makes something finally snap inside you, and give the curse more than it was asking for.

You break the glass with a burst of wind, and that sends the glass to shoot out at you and leave gashes all over your body. It hurts, but you continue to mix the wind with the fire that blasts out of your hands to enrage the scorching flames to the point they begin to burn through the domain's walls at the moment of impact. All while pieces of the ground underneath the domain crash against the walls, and water sprouts from the air around the domain to clash against the walls with the pieces of ground so harshly that the domain breaks from the outside, whilst your flames melt the domain from the inside and finally set you free.

“Fuck them,” you grumble and feel your body tremble as you shove yourself to your feet. “Fuck all of them.”

Now to find where you are….where did this curse take you?

But first…fuck…you feel so sluggish.

Maybe you just need to rest first.

Yeah, sitting down feels good, healing the gashes feels great, but closing your eyes feels better.

Moreover, as you can’t help but begin to let your eyes flutter shut, you catch someone's face appearing over you.

Their face is blurry, but you manage to notice a thick black line over their nose, blood stains down the bottom half of their face, and messy buns…

Is it the Cursed Womb?

——

*LATER*

Fuck come on not again!

At least you don’t feel as lost as the last time you passed out. This time the memories of what happened come rushing in. You remember getting mentally tortured by that damn curse, you got out, the gashes on your body weakened you, and before you passed out the Cursed Womb…was above you…

Wait now that you’re actually studying the ceiling you note that it’s different from where you were last time...is he?

You don’t make a sound and the only muscles you move are your eyes when you look to your left.

And just as you thought, there he is, the Cursed Womb sitting against the wall with his hands on his knees and an appalled look on his pale face—actually, he looks like he was crying. But that’s beside the point, the point is that he doesn’t notice that you’ve finally woken up, so you can try to make a quick escape.

But you are here, and you're not more hurt than you already are, so did he help you? He could’ve just left you there, but you’re here together now, so what does it mean? You have to know.

“I’ll give you ten seconds to explain yourself or I won’t hold back from ending your life,” you break the silence.

The guy's eyes snap over to you, and his face slowly loses its initial disbelief as he slowly gets up to his feet, making you sit up with your eyes never breaking away from him so he doesn’t try to pull one on you.

“I want to kill the man you call Suguru Geto,” he announces in a nonchalant voice, making it hard to know if he’s lying or telling the truth because weren’t they just working together? Just before you got trapped in that stupid domain?

“Am I supposed to believe you?” You spat and clench your hand into a fist. “You were just working with that man. You all were.”

The guy lowers his gaze. “He was lying,” he mutters. “He lied about who he was. I discovered that not so long ago. Which means that the man in your husband's body is my father,” he sneers and meets your gaze with a hardened look. “He's a despicable man I’m going to kill.”

His what?

Now you’re the one who looks absolutely aghast.

“What?” The guy probes as he sees your reaction.

“Your what now?” You ask with disbelief. “That man is…your what?”

He narrows his gaze. “My father,” he grumbles.

You scoff and nod. “All right…it makes sense.” Oddly enough, because why wouldn’t it be his father? Today is already bad enough. Why wouldn't it get worse?

So what is fake Suguru’s technique? Body swapping? It explains why he can use Suguru’s technique.

“Well,” you breathe in and slowly look back at the guy. “All right.” You draw out a deep breath. “So you changed sides?” You retort.

“I suppose,” he answers coolly. “But only to kill Noritoshi Kamo.”

You gasp as you instantly recognize that name. It belongs to one of the most evilest sorcerers who lived 150 years ago. He’s a disgrace to the Kamo family. That’s this guy's father?

So this guy is a Kamo? You were right!

“That’s your father?” You mumble and look away as you come to a slow realization. “That’s who stole Suguru’s body. That’s who…” you trail off and frown at the ground.

“All right,” you breathe out and change the subject back to what it was before so you don’t think about how Manami and Toshihisa betrayed you and your family for that man. For someone who took Suguru’s body.

“So you changed sides. We want the same thing, to kill that guy, so you can get revenge and I can get my brother back.” You nod. “But,” you sigh. “That doesn’t explain why I’m here with you. What do you want with me?” You ask and look up at him with a pointed look to try and intimidate him into answering.

The guy watches you in silence for a moment, and slowly that hardened look falls. “I know you,” he says in a tone of voice that’s unlike before, you notice that it’s almost soft, but that’s not what makes you freeze, even if it’s nice to hear. You freeze because of what he says.

“You appeared to me before,” he continues. “Once.”

So is this Choso?

It is because he’s the only cursed womb you took time to study. He’s the one that opened his eyes.

“Choso,” you slowly recall the name you read on the tube he was trapped in last year, and see a small breath catch in his throat when he hears the sound of his name coming out of your lips.

“I remember you now,” you continue and can’t help but smile as if you’re old friends reuniting after a long time. “I didn’t recognize you before, but the last time I did see you, you were a fetus, or something like that, right?” You double-check. “That was you? Choso?”

He nods softly, and you grin and nod excitedly.

“It’s nice to see you, I’m y/n,” you immediately greet him as if you weren’t on opposing sides seconds ago, and make a rosy tint grow on his cheeks as he nods.

“I know,” he says.

Your smile softens and a warmth grows on your cheeks as your heart skips a beat before it all slowly falls. “I’m sorry,” you share in a softer voice and with an actual sincere look on your face.

Yet it’s not your face that makes Choso’s eyebrows furrow and his lips to slightly part, it’s your words. You hardly knew him, and you were apologizing for something.

“I couldn’t do what I said to you then,” you continue. “I don’t think you heard, but I’m sorry I couldn’t take you or the others out. Did you know them?” You ask.

Choso exhales deeply and the corner of his lips twitch to a frown. “They’re my little brothers. They all are. All 8 of them.”

You scoff softly. “8?” You question with slight shock. You can barely handle your only brother.

“Well,” you sigh and offer him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry for that then,” you whisper and avert your gaze to stand up to your given height now that you’ve had time to collect yourself and heal your wounds. Again.

“Anyway,” you add and step closer towards him to the point you're inches away, so you can show off your gaze slowly narrowing to a threatening glare.

“Tell me, Choso,” you say in a colder voice that contrasts the warm one you were just using. “Do you still plan to kill Yuji Itadori? Because it doesn’t matter who you are, or the fact that we remember each other, if you still plan to kill him,” you lower your voice and catch his chest rise as he holds his breath—“I will kill you here and now.”

Choso quietly exhales as he holds your gaze without wavering his attention. “I don’t plan to kill Yuji anymore,” he shares with what you think is an honest tone. “We crossed paths, we fought.”

You clench your jaw and ready your fists.

“But,” Choso continues and never once looks away. “I did not kill him. He…” he pauses and blinks, whilst his eyebrows scrunch for a second. “He might be my brother from the same cruel man that left me and my brothers behind.”

Okay, what’s up with this man and his family? Is this some kind of family feud or what?

And as far as you know Itadori doesn’t have a cursed technique, he isn’t a cursed womb either, so how?

“All right,” you sigh and nod slowly with disbelief. “You’ve given me a lot in one go.” You laugh nervously and step back. “I mean I can’t judge you for fighting your brother, I fight with my brother. We fought. So I won’t judge, but…how?” You can’t help but ask.

Choso shrugs stiffly. “I don’t know. I’m not sure yet. I only just found out too. I’m still figuring it out.”

Well, that’s no help. You only have more questions, but well, there’s no point in waiting here for him to get his answers. You have your daughters to meet up with, friends to call, and Yuji Itadori to find before rescuing Satoru.

“Okay,” you breathe out deeply and turn away. “Well, even if I shouldn’t trust you, I will,” you assure him. “We want the same thing, to kill that man in Suguru’s body, so…” you pause and shrug. “We should work together,” you suggest.

Why? You imagine there’s a bunch of curses out there, there’s special grade curses who will kill you, and well it feels like the right thing to offer. Besides, you have the advantage of kind of knowing each other too. And furthermore, as long as he’s not killing your friends, your kids, and or Yuji, then why not offer him your help? You already did it before and you mean it now just as much as you meant it then.

“Plus,” you add to sway him more just in case. “My people will mistake you for an enemy if they see you wandering alone, so even if you’re strong, it won't bode well.” You turn and look at him with a tiny smile. “So what do you say? I can use the help.”

Choso’s chest falls and he doesn’t take long to give you his short response. “Fine.”

You smile wider and nod. “Great! But if you betray me I will kill you,” you warn him in a sweet voice.

“So you’ve said,” he quips.

You hold his gaze for a second with a stoic look before you giggle and turn to begin walking away from the station. “Well, come on, I need to go do something first and foremost.”

Footsteps don’t hesitate to follow behind you, so as to not walk alone you step back and fall by his side.

Choso glances at you, but you don’t return the look and instead dig your hand in your pocket to pull out the Worm curse who's been curled up in your pocket like a good boy.

“This day totally blows, worst birthday by far,” you try to spark a casual conversation as your Worm cursed Spirit unrolls and enlarges to his given size.

“Hug me,” the Worm cut in with two out of three words he knows.

“Hm,” you pretend to think about it and avert looking at Choso because you think that he might think it’s weird, just like everyone else does.

Does it change the way you answer? No, you just avoid looking at the man next to you.

“Of course,” you coo at the Worm and give him a gentle embrace before you wrap him around your shoulders. “Better?” You ask as he wraps his body as he deems comfortable.

The Worm doesn’t say anything of course, but it does nuzzle its head against your neck, making you smile and catch Choso’s stare this time.

And as if drawn to his eyes you look over and lock eyes. And to your surprise, he doesn’t look away like you thought he would. Nor does he look uncomfortable or disgusted by your bond with the worm curse.

“So,” you interject with a sweet voice. “Who gave you that body? I mean you were a fetus, so did you just, like, pop out.” You laugh at your own joke even if he doesn’t.

But you will make him laugh, you will.

“Mahito,” Choso says causally. “He gave me my body.”

You hum and tug on a flirty smile. “Well,” you say softly. “It’s nice.”

Choso is caught off guard that you’re actually sincere with your compliments and not using them as banter, but he still can’t help his breath from catching, or a warmth from melting away the coldness of his cheeks as your compliment sparks a warmth to grow on them.

“Thank you,” Choso answers slowly.

You flash him a wider smile and let your gaze linger on his for a moment before you look ahead and continue as you make your way through the station. “So do you have a phone?” You ask with hidden mischievousness. “Mine,” you sigh deeply. “Is dead.”

It’s at a full bar, you made sure to charge it before you left home. He doesn’t know that though, and regardless of everything else, he's still cute. And there’s time to kill before you find Nanako, Mimiko, and Itadori, so why not? No harm in putting your number in his phone.

“Oh, yeah,” he lets you know and digs in his pocket to pull out his unprotected phone and hand it to you.

“Thanks,” you say and offer him a tiny smile. “I just need to call my daughters.”

You turn his phone off and notice that everything looks almost untouched and brand new. And when you go to insert your number you see that he only has three contacts, which is kind of sad, but it also makes you smile because it’s kind of funny.

“You brought your daughters here?” He asks and you sense a judgemental tone which is funny considering he’s been so nonchalant and quiet.

“Uh, no,” you retort back sassily and shoot him a quick pointed glare. “Not by choice. I wasn’t home when I came here actually. I was out with my brother and my friends celebrating the fact that I am 28 today, so I wasn’t even with my daughters when I left. They kind of surprised me here…” you trail off as you finish with what you were doing to hand him back his phone and take yours out. “Thanks, now you can call me or text me,” you let him know.

Choso looks up at you and his eyebrows softly pinch together in slight confusion before they rise slightly as his face softens for a moment.

“Anyway,” you continue on and roll your head down to check the time on your screen; which reads 11:00 pm.

So you’ve spent most of your time passed the fuck out on a dirty floor. Great. Amazing!

You also see a bunch of missed calls, a few from Shoko, Nanami, and Larue.

“Again I didn’t want them here,” you explain yourself even if you really don’t have to. You just feel like you need to so you don’t feel judged. “I wanted them to leave, but,” you sigh. “When they were here they saw all these amazing people doing amazing things, so they want to be amazing too and how can I not let them? Think of it like this,” you add with enthusiasm as you shift your body to face him as you walk. “My kids are baby birds, okay?”

Choso blinks and slides his gaze to the corner of his eyes to watch you as you speak.

“I can tell them how to spread their wings, I can teach them to fly, but I can’t push them or fly for them. I can’t hold their hands, they have to jump by themselves you know? And yeah.” You nod. “They’ll fall off the tree a few times and tumble, they’ll get scared, but I comfort them and encourage them to try again. And even if I want to hold their hand now.” You draw in a deep shaky breath. “I don’t, I just hope that they learn from their mistakes and try again, so when the time comes they will be able to spread their wings, take that jump, and….”

“Fly on their own,” he finishes for you, making you slowly smile at him with admiration.

“Yeah,” you nod. “Exactly...you know no one I’ve told that analogy to has gotten it. But it makes sense that you do, you’re the older brother. Sometimes older siblings are like parents,” you say softly as you hold his rich brown eyes. “So I guess we have that parental instinct in common.”

Choso holds your gaze and the corner of his lips twitch upward before he hums softly.

You hum back and flash him a small smirk before you finally call Mimiko.

However, she doesn’t answer, so you go and call Nanako next. And she should answer, she always has her phone in her hand.

Nevertheless, she doesn’t answer either, which is strange, but you don’t worry, you just text one of them.

You to Mimiko: Are you two okay? I’m out of the domain, tell me where you’re at so we can meet up.

Now to call Nanami and check if he’s okay.

Neverthefuckingless, he doesn’t answer his damn phone either. Neither of the two times you call him.

You to Nanami: You called me? I was passed out, do you need help?

“Why is no one answering their damn phone,” you mumble and call Shoko now.

And luckily she answers her phone!

“Y/N? Where are you?” She sounds panicked. “Why did Nanami say you were dead?”

“What?” You gasp. “I'm not dead, I almost died thanks to the monster possessing Suguru’s body, but I'm okay, I just woke up from being unconscious,” you assure her. “I’m now with a friend trying to find Nanako and Mimiko before I meet up with Itadori.”

“I heard about Suguru,” she says in a whisper.

“It’s not him,” you correct her right away. “No matter what he’d never try to kill me, and he wouldn’t lock Satoru away either,” you defend him. “Someone is using his body for his technique, an old sorcerer called Noritoshi Kamo.”

Shoko is quiet for a moment before she shares a strained laugh. “I guess It makes sense. Today can’t get any worse. Oh by the way outside there’s curses everywhere, and Sukuna is out on a rampage.”

You scoff. “You say that so calmly,” you point it out and rub your eyes out of frustration. “Any kills?”

Please no, please no.

“I don’t know,” she says. “He’s out here destroying half of the city. So be careful all right?”

You huff. “Kinda have to be, I’ve healed myself twice now, first a wound to the throat and a snapped neck, and then cuts by an old curses domain. Any more and I’ll be running on fumes.”

“Well, be smart,” she says softly. “Satoru is sealed, and it’d suck to lose you on your birthday.”

You laugh softly. “Yeah, but…” you sigh and frown. “If I do die before I get my brother back…tell Belinda or Larue, all right? They’ll know what to do,” your voice breaks as you think about your daughters. “And let Hakari and Kirara know too, keep an eye out for them. Yeah?”

Shoko sighs, “nothing is going to—”

“Ieiri,” you cut her off sharply to press your request now that everything has gotten worse. “Please.”

Your friend exhales deeply before she answers. “All right, but you’ll see your kids again. Trust me.”

You draw in a deep shaky breath and nod. “Yeah…and I’ll get my brother back, and I’ll kill that bastard in Suguru’s body, and go home, and sleep on my bed.” You laugh nervously. “And tomorrow we’ll make up for today's failure. We can blast music, dance all this out, and make apple cider to spike it with alcohol. My apple trees are in full bloom right now.”

“Quite a day planned there,” she says. “But it sounds good. I’m down.”

You hum with content and smile softly at your phone. “I’ll keep you up, all right? I’m going to find my girls, and then figure it out from there. Let me know if you need help.”

“I will,” she assures you. “Be careful. All of you.”

You hum as a response before you hang up and text one more person.

You to Yuki: Shibuya is falling to shit. Satoru is sealed. And someone took over Suguru’s dead body, we might need your help.

Hopefully, she’s around, or at least answers.

Until then you keep treading on through this lonely station.

“It’s kind of crazy to see Shibuya this lonely,” you interject. “There’s always people around.”

“Well they’re all dead so,” Choso says bluntly, making you snort.

Choso hears that and looks at you with a bit of shock that he managed to get that out of you without even trying.

“Yeah—oh look,” you abruptly change the subject to point down the hall you just turned into. “A vending machine. I’m starving.” You break into a jog and the moment you reach it you reach back and pull your debit card out of the Worm's mouth.

“Hey, do you want anything, Choso?” You ask and peer back. “Maybe like a dark chocolate bar?” You suggest loudly so he can hear you down the hall. “Dark chocolate is said to improve your blood flow, and considering you manipulate blood…” you trail off and get the bar regardless of his answer. “Now what do I want?” You talk to yourself and step back to scan the rows of snacks.

“I’d totally kill for some soba now,” you mention louder and tap your chin as you debate for a second until you finally decide on some chips.

Once you collect your items you turn and notice that Choso is a lot closer, so you throw him the chocolate bar you got him.

“Oh,” he says quietly when he swiftly catches the bar. “I’m okay.”

You open your bag and narrow your eyes. “How do you want to fight your father with no energy?” You don’t hesitate to retort. “It’s good brain food, and again good for your blood flow….trust me.” You smile at him. “Satoru taught me all this when I was a kid. We’re sorcerers, we need to feed off cursed energy, and…well there’s a lot that goes into it, but!” You exclaim proudly. “it’s good. It doesn't matter if you’re part curse.”

Choso holds your gaze for a lingering moment and draws out a deep breath before he hums.

You click your tongue and wink at him, making him swallow thickly before he focuses on opening what you got him.

“Oh my god!” You clap excitedly as something comes to mind, causing the man before you to snap his eye up at you.

“Choso,” you deepen your voice. “Soul of a curse, heart of a human, powers of a sorcerer!” You exclaim and pop a chip into your mouth as your smile widens.

Choso on the other hand watches you slightly confused, and completely taken aback by your comfort in him, and your comment that doesn’t sound at all insincere.

“It’s a movie reference,” you explain yourself as you note his silence. “I mean the character doesn’t have your name, but I thought the quote was fitting.”

He continues to be quiet so you add on nervously.

“It’s Blade. It’s a good movie.”

“Oh.”

You nod slowly and hum before you turn on your heels and continue walking ahead. Choso follows you of course and quietly eats what you got him as you eat too.

And once you’re done you check on your girl's locations since they don’t answer. “Okay great,” you fill the silence. “The girls aren't far. Let’s meet up with them and plan what to do next after that. Is that fine with you?” You ask and look over at him.

Choso meets your gaze and draws in a small breath as he parts his lips to answer.

However, just before he can share, suddenly the ground trembles violently, causing you to lose balance and fall to the side.

Luckily though, Choso is quick and catches you in his arms, letting you quickly grab onto him right away out of shock and to keep balanced.

“What the hell is happening out there?” You grumble.

“Sukuna is my theory, that’s what Jogo wanted,” Choso guessed correctly.

The ground stops shaking but rather than stepping out of Choso’s arms, you first peer back and part your lips to speak softly. “Thank you. Great catch.”

Choso looks at you, and your heart skips a beat, while he swallows thickly and raises his chest as he draws in deep breath, just like the last time you were this close.

“No problem,” he says quietly.

You smile at him and linger in his warmth for a second before you step away and fill him in on what you forgot to mention before. “It was Sukuna, I think. He’s out. I don’t know how but he is.”

Choso stays quiet, making you think he won’t answer, but he then speaks up. “Jogo probably fed him the fingers. That was a plan of his. So he got a hold of Yuji Itadori.”

You keep your eyes on him and probe. “How do you feel about that?”

Choso sighs deeply and shrugs stiffly. “I don’t quite know yet.”

You hum softly in comprehension and don’t push him to decide. Besides, it’s not like you can help him know whether he believes what he said about Itadori is true or not. And you also really don’t care what he decides is the truth or not either, all you care about is whether or not he keeps his word about not harming Itadori. As long as he doesn’t you will continue to be his ally.

“Well until you know, let’s go meet up with my daughters,” you interject and check your phone again for their location. “It says they’re not far,” you let him know. “My girls are just around the corner, come on.”

A/N- When they describe each other as each other's sun, then what? What does that mean?

Tagged- @deniseabad1928 @secondary-character-25 @starlightanyaaa @notsaelty @d4rno @moonnime @kodzukein @yozora7154 @heijihattorisgf @elegantweirdorchest

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visionsofmagic · 11 months

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make you regret. | miguel o’hara x spiderwoman!reader

[ao3 | masterlist | part 2]

summary: “keep talking shit and i’ll show you the other things i can do with that mouth of yours.” & “aw, it hurts? too bad. you’re gonna keep taking it until I’m satisfied.”

part 1 • wc: 2.4k • warnings&tags: nsfw, minors dni!, fluff (so little), chocking, oral > m!receiving, kissing, pet names, explicit language, angry and mad!miguel, SPOILER FOR THE MOVIE, biting, licking, squeezing, dominant!miguel, mentions of miguel’s features such as his teeth, brat!reader, no use of y/n, growling, moaning, getting used, roughness, harshness, and more in the story. enjoy! • couldn’t resist to write about him since I saw him in every app I use and well, I have a thing for him like the rest of you, so, hoping you will like this one. part 2 will come soon! [credits for the prompts]

miguel was angry. you knew it. the moment you entered his personal room to give him a piece of information about the spot and miles morales, a spiderman from earth-1610 dimension, both are anomalies, and miguel needs to stop them before all things crash into each other. he thinks he has to do it - to keep everything in line, in order to prevent any unexpected event happen in a non-canon way.

however, you don’t agree with him, not after you and gwen talked about miles, seeing how she believes in him - how she has a soft spot for him. you know she tries to save miles, nothing wanting him to get hurt. you see your own reflection in her eyes. she cares for miles and you care for miguel but still, you believe he isn’t right completely, no, you believe there is another way to make everything right without hurting anybody.

so, he is mad at you and you know it from the way he looks at the door, then when sees you, he rolls his eyes, turns to the window, and looks outside.

“what is it?” he asks, clearly wanting you to leave soon because, well, you know how he acts when he is mad like this - nothing soft, just roughness that he chooses to show within his body language by fucking you hard and well, you are in a state in which you want him to devour you because you need it too, so, you tease him.

“what a beautiful greeting you have there pretty boy.”

“don’t call me that.” he nearly growls in annoyance.

chuckling, you get what you want; a miguel on edge, ready to make you regret speaking to him like that. “oh, you liked it yesterday, though, when you were -“ pointing to your thighs after sitting on his big bed. “between my thighs.”

only the memory of it made your stomach twist in pleasure and anticipation. he looked so pretty with his cute and teary eyes, looking up to see your face overflowing with the pleasure he was giving to you. your mind goes from his presence to last night and your thighs press into each other to feel something – but you stop when you hear his voice so closely than before. looking up, you see him right in front of you, his tight suit is on like yours, but you believe his suit is the best of you all – probably because of how his body looks thanks to it. his arms folded on his well-built chest, making him look bigger than before. his one eyebrow raised as he talks, “you have guts to come here after you tell me I am doing wrong in front of every fucking else and keep talking about last night?” he is more furious than he looks, you realize and well, it doesn’t help at all, especially when you feel the excitement. luckily, you are his ally, maybe more than that as you hope, not his enemy.

“yeah, I kinda do,” you say with a smirk on your face, being a brat, totally. “the expression on your face at that moment was surely worth seeing! I should take a photo of it only to put it on my wall and see –“

“huh,” he interrupts you, realizing what you’re trying to do and it makes him calmer now but you know he will make you going to pay, and when he says, “you sure have bravery today, not that I complain,” he smirks, holding your chin with his two fingers, making your head raise up as he kneels a little closer, “keep talking shit and I’ll show you the other things I can do with that mouth of yours, pretty girl.”

the air in your lungs decreases each second as your nose can’t find a source of air to breathe because of his words that made you freeze in your place, looking up at his determined face – he is about to make you regret.

“m – miguel – I.” you try to say when you see his eyes getting darker with each passing time and his fingers play with your parted lips.

“shh, keep it,” his fingers travel to your hair, playing with it softly, “you will have all night to say you’re sorry – that you didn’t mean to get me so angry, right, my pretty girl?”

gulping in both excitement and fear, you let him hold you by your neck, kneeling down to your level, pulling you closer, and beginning to kiss you passionately – reliving a lust through his lips mixed with madness on it as well which can be felt clearly since his hold on your neck become unsteady, making your hands grip the sheets of his bed.

moaning into the moan, you realize your legs begin to shake due to the weakness you begin to have – only because of knowing what will come next, still excited as hell for it to come sooner but you can’t say it aloud, not when he only acts to give you pleasure full of pain. “miguel! I – fuck –“ you moan when he bites your bottom lip, his teeth begin to appear slowly, alerting you that the night will not be easy.

“yes, like that, take everything I give to you while just moaning like a dumb for me,” he chuckles, that dark side of him taking some control of his soft side. fear and passion can be felt at the same time by you. “I bet you wanted it even before coming in here, didn’t you?” he asks, not seeking any answer to his questions – he just loves to talk in order to make you weaker each moment before him. “thought about it, planned it, wanted to make me wanna use that mouth of yours with the way I like most.”

he was right – he knew you more than you knew yourself and when words left his mouth, you came to the conclusion that you did it all on purpose all along the moment he looked at you with an angry expression and left you in there and still, letting you go after him no matter how he was angry with you. the bond you have is a complex one, both you and he knew it; him being what you need fully and you being his blood – the only taste he finds amusing to have.

“then, I will make your dreams come true,” you look at him with hope but his smirk only grows wider and darker, “In my own way, of course.”

oh, shit – you thought, he was going to do it roughly.

taking a little back, he looks down at your body, making you close your thighs together but he stops you, putting his legs between your thighs, opening them wider as you go back a little, palms behind you – on the surface of the bed, head raising up. “wider.” he commands, the voice turns into something that gives chills down to your spine as you open your legs wider – wide open that he can look at right into thighs, watching how the suit cling to your body fully, leaving lots of specific parts of your body visible to his eyes – another thing you did on purpose before arriving into his room.

“good – “ he says, “good girl.” so, he begins to use pet names now, well, it is a sign that these are the times he still acts soft before turning into a beast.

“miguel,” you try to say before his hands found your breasts over your suit, gripping them with his big hands. you can’t feel the warmness of his hands though and it only makes you want more, to feel him closely, not over your suit and not when his gloves are still on, “please. let me – let me take this off.” you point to the suit, hoping he will let you before it continues to give you half pleasure and half annoyance.

“huh,” he chuckles, playing with your hardened nipples, squeezing them not so gently. “did you believe I would be – nice enough to let you get pleasure so easily like that? oh, how delicate of you,” he kisses you again, biting it again. you sure he will leave a few red marks on there. “to think that I will be soft tonight.”

he then goes back, standing with his all glory, taking his hands back to put them on the lower part of the suit, and before your mind can make a comprehension of his actions, he opens his zipper, freeing his half-hardened thick and long cock right into your shocked face. saliva begins to appear on your half-open mouth when you see it. your hand makes an attempt to hold his cock but he is faster, gripping you from the wrist, tightly. you look at his face, “not hands. mouth.” he is not smirking or teasing no more, he just stands there, waiting for you to use your mouth.

“c’mon, open it,” he orders, and you listen to him without wasting any time, opening it widely enough but still, he is bigger than you can take. however, it isn’t like he used your mouth before – gently of course, but now, it doesn’t seem so gentle. “yeah, like that. a cock dumb – I will make you a cock dumb.”

you already are – just for him. however, you can’t tell it when he gives a few strokes to his cock, making it hardened and put it right into your open mouth in an instant, making you choke on his cock.

“m- mi – guel!” your voice is blurry as you close your eyes when he makes you take it all as much as you can.

“can’t speak freely when you have my cock in your wet mouth, huh?” he smirks again, taking his cock back, leaving so much salvia on your mouth that even a few of them connects your mouth with his cock, dripping into your suit from there and you only can cough in pain. pain – it is what you get a minute ago but still, you want to take it again. so, you look up at miguel’s face – satisfied expression on.

“again,” you say, confident of yourself. “I want it.” then, you open your mouth wider than before, leaning closer to his cock enough that its tip touches your lips from time to time as he strokes his length.

he chuckles, a little surprised by your words. “you are already a cock dumb for me, don’t you? fuck – I want to ruin you without even making you suffer. but, it should wait,” he puts his hand on your cheek, caressing it and then, moving to your back hair, pulling it roughly, earning a low growl from you which he enjoys – always. “I need to fill up that mouth of yours first fully.”

he nods to you and you know what you should do. firstly, you let your tongue slide on his cock from tip to the end, even giving a few licks on his heavy balls, making him growl – coming like melodies into your ears that you keep licking more and finally, you take half of it, trying to get used to it but miguel has other plans with you – rough and harsh ones; he holds your hair, pushing you forward. his cock touches the back of your mouth and you literally begin to cry in pain, choke on his cock, gasping, you try to take breaths but it is so hot – he is so hot.

salvias appear in your mouth, dripping from your lips onto his cock, making you move easier than before and you know he will not stop until he cums, so, you let him have his way with you; holding you from the hair, pushing your head forward and backward rapidly – roughly, moaning as he looks down at your pathetic face, his cock disappearing inside your wet eager mouth, earning beautiful sounds from you too.

holding his thick thighs, you try to find a source to stay still, not to fall into the ground because of the impact of him – fucking your mouth without thinking about the air you need, the pain you get, blurry vision because of tears running from your half-closed eyes to your cheeks, finally finding their places on his cock.

“m – mi –!” words can’t go out of your mouth which is getting used by miguel.

his gloomy eyes found yours, and the sight he sees makes him go deeper, want to remind you that silly actions and talks mean no good for you, not when you use them against his, even if they only have a purpose to be in a state like this, but apparently, you didn’t wait for him to be this rough. he didn’t too. nevertheless, he is having one of the best moments of his life.

“aw, it hurts? too bad. you’re gonna keep taking it until I’m satisfied,” he says, closing his eyes again as he throws his head back, feeling your warm mouth and lips around his cock. your nails scratching his thighs. “you gonna make me cum hard.”

and you do. it doesn’t take him any longer when you begin to moan in pleasure rather than pain, sending radiations to his cock, hands hug to his wrists, and you literally bounce on his cock. his hands hold you from the cheeks.

moaning, leaving a few growls, he says, “fuck, fuck – so good, so fucking good – !” and he cums into your mouth.

he stays still for a moment before looking down, seeing you look at him too. his one hand leaves your cheek while the other stays to caress it. he slowly takes his cock back from your mouth, letting all his semen stay in there too. when he takes off, you close your mouth, gulping a few times in order to leave no semen to go wasted, not after he gives you all.

breathtaking voices come from both of you. hotness spreading through your veins, keeping you warm. he says, “open your mouth.” you do, opening it. he nods in a satisfied manner.

your chest raises up and down while you are taking deep and rapid breaths to calm yourself down and miguel’s fingers find your eyes, cleaning tears away, getting softer.

“you look so pretty now,” he says, kissing your forehead, “but you will look prettier when you have my cock buried deep inside your walls doll.” he gives you a smirk and you realize it is not over – you're not even close to it.

“still wanna make me regret my words?” you ask, smiling, knowing damn well this is going much better than you think.

“no, not at all,” he shrugs, “I just want to put you in a position that you forget what you were having regret for.”

to be continued.

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sofasoap · 6 months

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Lastochka AU - Strange tribulation

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: The shock, the anger, the banishment,the begging, and the finale.

AU to my Lastochka series

WARNING: Mature Theme. swearing. alcohol use. Slight angst. Please check the tag for further warning ( didn't want to put spoilers here. slight spoiler really.) Inaccurate medical depictions.

Half proof read when I am half asleep. sorry.

A/N : Well, the finale to the crack series.

masterlist

“John… how did I fuck up so bad?”

“ You only got yourself to ask, don’t you? You did not heed my warning. Now, face the consequences. From what I have heard, you deserve it.”

How did it go so wrong?

You were in a good mood. Well, apart from that little hormonal meltdown ten minutes ago from accidental spilling of the icing sugar onto the counter, you were excited about the evening ahead.

Today is the day.

You're going to tell him. Everything.

Plus the unexpected surprise you only found out a few weeks ago.

You were humming away as you took out the apfelstrudel from the oven. Perfect, I am such a baking genius. You thought, giving yourself a pat on the back. I’m sure Nikolai will like this. Not too sweet but great as an after dinner dessert. You should ask König and his partner next time for more dessert recipes.

You heard three rapid short knocks and two long knocks on the door. Quickly wiping your hand on the apron, you double check everything on the table before rushing towards the door.

“Nik!! Just in time! Come, I just finished baking…” Your smile faltered when he made no attempt to step over the threshold into the apartment.

“Nikolai?” you call out his name timidly, reaching out for him. He took a step back,evading your touch.

Taking a deep breath in, he whispered your name as he handed you the brown paper.Your heart dropped. He hardly calls you by your real name. “I’m not staying for dinner.” He looks at you, but it feels as if he’s looking past you, his eyes void of any emotion. “Just here to drop this off. If you want to contact the lawyer, the number is in there.”

Lawyer? What for?

You open the envelope with shaky hands.

Application for divorce?

“Nik..I.. I don’t understand?” your voice wavered, looking back and forth between the paper and him. oh that goddamn fear is starting to bubble up again.

“I am setting you free.”

“Free? But…” The room is spinning, deep breath in, and out, and in. you clutch tight to your apron, you can’t collapse right now. Not yet. Not until he knows.

This isn’t happening. What is going on? Why is he doing this to you? After all the confession? All the attention he showered you with.

Is he sick of you? Throwing you aside because he is starting to get bored of the sex? And bored of you?

“I thought you love me?” Tears finally spilled down your face as you blinked a few times, trying to stay focused. Oh the ache… it hurts. Like someone has reached inside you, clenching and twisting your heart, stabbing it a few times before pulling it out and stomping on it.

You feel sick. Physically sick.

You saw a flicker of emotion in his eyes before turning his head away, avoiding your pleading look. Tense silence simmers between the two of you, to what seems like eternity before he starts walking away.

“Wait!!!’ you quickly grabbed his wrist, stopping him from leaving. Your head is still reeling from the turn of event, but he has to know the unexpected surprise that you were supposed to tell him at dinner tonight.

After all, both of you contributed to the production of this little miracle.

Your other hand fishes around your apron pocket, grabbing the little square gloss printout and shove it into his hand.

“I.. I only found out a few days ago. If.. if you want to come along to the next appointment…” you asked nervously, probing for his reaction.

His expression went from surprised to mouth gaping to frowning all within a span of seconds.

And you swore if you had a frying pan in your hand when you heard the next sentence spill out from his mouth, you would have smacked him on the head. Hard.

“Is that MY baby?”

Oh.

Oh, the accusation. Now you know why he is serving you the divorce paper.

Something snapped in you. All you see is crimson red.

From his expression, he clearly knew he shouldn’t have opened his damn stupid mouth.

“NIKOLAI.” you growled, not bothering to contain your anger. Not caring if the whole apartment building can hear you as you unleash the fury onto him. “IF that is even your real name, I am sure it isn’t.” you jab him on the chest, taking a step closer.“How dare you.” you snared, “How DARE you question my loyalty towards you. Our marriage might be an unconventional one, but I was committed to you. I had no one else but you.” Throwing your arms open wide, gesturing in the air, continuing your verbal assault. “But that doesn’t mean much to you anymore, does it?” you laughed bitterly.” Because you wouldn’t believe any words that come out from my mouth right now, including you not believing this child I am carrying right now is yours.” Giving him the final push to push him further away from the door, "I was stupid enough to think there might be a chance for the two of us, but, hey! Clearly not! Because I am the naive one that has fallen under your charm and look where it got me. Humiliated. I deserve it, don’t I?”

You feel pang of guilt when you see his contorted face at your retort to his hidden accusation, but the devilish part of you, the fearsome Mini MacTavish, full of fury, didn’t care what his feeling right now would be.

Turning back into your apartment, you grabbed the pen inside the trinket bowl you kept beside the front door. Pulling the rest of the paperworks out from the envelope, you quickly signed all the required spots that were already marked X, and threw them back into his face.

“Take the fucken paper, do whatever you want with it. I will be contacting your lawyer to file a restraining order against you. From this moment on, I will have nothing to do with you, and you will have nothing to do with me, or this baby. Since you clearly have given up being in any relationship with them the moment you denied your connection with them.”

Nikolai just stood there, stunned.

“Oh, don’t look so shocked, this is what you were here for, right?” Yanking the rings off your finger, you threw it into his chest. The ring just bounced off his chest and clanking noises echo through the corridor as it drops onto the concrete floor. “Take this back with you while you are there. Now you can give it to the next woman who is just as dumb as me, to make them your next victim. Never, ever, show your face in front of me again. Good day.” You spat out at him before slamming the door shut, never giving him a chance to reply.

You slid down against the door, covering your mouth, but you just couldn't hold back anymore. You let out a strangled whimper before bursting into tears.

You knew you would regret the moment you agreed to this sham marriage.

How stupid of you thinking all of the things he promised you are real.

Regret is a punishment.

And you will be punishing yourself for a long time with the foolish choice you have made a year ago.

Gaz fumbled in his pocket looking for his personal phone as it vibrated for the twentieth time. He frowned as he looked at this screen, all these miss calls from you.

“Soap!” Gaz yelled out over the thundering noise of the helicopter they just disembarked. “Is your phone working???”

“Perfectly, why?” Soap yelled out his reply as he finished his conversation with Ghost, ready to head into the building. “Something wrong?”

“Oh, no. Just… nothing.” Gaz hummed as he thought of all the possibilities of why you were desperately getting in contact with him. Couldn’t be a family emergency, otherwise Soap would be the first person you contact or the Captain for that matter.

Nevertheless, he better ring you back.

“KYLE!!!!” The first thing he heard after the call was connected was your crying voice. “He doesn’t love me anymore!!!” you bawled.

“Wow, wait, wait, what are you talking about?” Gaz was confused. “By him.. I assume you are talking about your husband?Nikolai?”

“Who else would I be talking about!!! My husband with benefits!!! He doesn’t want me anymore!!”

“Pardon me?” Husband with benefits?? Gaz was utterly confused. “Uh, isn’t that just marriage?”

“No!!! It’s different…. Marriage is a marriage… A husband with benefits is not a marriage!” you rambled on. “A husband with benefit is just a husband that give you a good fuck and occasional good time! But marriage is when both of you love each other and you get laid and occasional good times as well… and.. He said he doesn’t love me anymore before I could confess my love to him!!”

Gaz feels like his head is going to explode. Nothing that came out of your mouth was making any sense. What exactly was going on with you and Nikolai?

“Ok, I am not quite following. You have to explain to me, RIGHT FROM BEGINNING.” He knew there was something going on between you and Nikolai with the sudden announcement of marriage. But this strange event? He couldn’t quite follow. The two of you seem perfectly in love with each other?

You spilled everything out to him, right from how he accidentally picked you up in front of the apartment, the alleyway incident, the break in, the “marriage”, and now…

“He is asking for a divorce! And he doesn’t believe the baby is his!!”

Hold on? Did he miss something?

“Mini.. wait, rewind a bit, what was that bit about the baby?”

“The baby is his!” you sobbed.

“Who’s carrying what baby?” Gaz is secretly hoping what he is hearing isn’t what he is thinking…

“I am pregnant Gaz!! With Nikolai’s baby!” you replied, hiccuping.

“YOU ARE WHAT?!!!” Gaz screamed, startling everyone in the locker room. Oh shit this is not good. Not good at all, he thought.

Soap walked past, towel on his shoulder as he was ready to step into the shower. “Is that Mini? What stupid shit has she done this time?”

Oh, won’t call it stupid shit but it's close enough he thought. From all the mess you have just described to him. Ignoring Soap, he quickly put on his clean uniform, forgoing the shower and dash out of the locker room to talk to you in private.

He ended up comforting you over the phone for two hours. By the time he hung up the call, his mind was in such a jumble, he didn't even know where to start.

“Please, don’t tell Johnny. Or my family. I want to sort this thing out myself first.”

“How?”

“... I don’t know.”

“Fucken steaming jesus.”

“Now you sound like Johnny.”

“Been around him for too long.”

Well, you only said you can’t tell your family..

Standing in front of the office door, he took a deep breath before giving it three sharp rapid knocks.

“Come in.” Price’s deep voice answered.

As Gaz enters, he notices the captain has just set his phone down on the desk, sighing.

Brows raised, Gaz silently asks the Captain if things are going okay.

“I’m fine. Family is fine. What can I do for you?” Price asked Gaz, waving towards the seat on the opposite side of the desk, asking him to sit.

“Well.. There’s something I promised Mini I wouldn’t tell Soap..” Gaz said, careful with his wordings. He noticed his Captain’s brows shot up as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Well, if it’s regarding her and Nikolai.. “ he replied as he patted his phone on the table. “I just got off the phone with him, that muppet sounded utterly distraught.”

Gaz snorted. Distraught? What has he got to be distraught about when he was the one that asked for the divorce? “Well, I don’t know why he is all moping and sad when he just ditched his wife and future child.”

Price froze.

“What?”

“What? Oh.”

Ah shit.

“Are you sure he will turn up?” Gaz asked as he sipped his beer as he eyes the door. Price hummed as he paid the bartender for the drinks. “ I made sure he will. And speaking of the devil…”

The door to the pub swung open and a tall man with a buzzcut marched in, dragging a tall, broadly-built and dishevelled-looking man in tow.

“Yuri.” Price greeted Nikolai’s second in command. “Thank you for the help.”

“Don’t mention it.” Yuri replied as he positioned a moody and already half drunk Nikolai onto the bar stool. “Sick of this идиот slumping about and crying about his wife and not being able to do anything. If you can, sort him out. Whack some sense into him.”

“My Lastochka.. I am sorry….” Nikolai mumbled as he slump against the bar table, lamenting. “I shouldn’t have let you go… I’m sorry…” he raised his head, trying to steady himself to focus on Price with his blurry bloodshot eyes.

“John… how did I fuck up so bad?”

“ You only got yourself to ask, don’t you? You did not heed my warning. Now, face the consequences. From what I have heard, you deserve it.” Price grunted as he took a sip of his drink. “You should consider yourself lucky she hasn’t set Soap and Ghost after you.”

"I did what I had to do! To set her free.. from my cage.. she deserves to find her own happiness. She seems happier with someone else… " Nikolai retorted, trying to justify his action.

Gaz, unsympathetic towards the sulking Russian man in front of him, snarled at him as he slammed down his glass of beer. “Well, too late isn’t it? Blindsided her, not giving her a chance to explain and accusing her of something that she would never do, now you are lamenting about the mistake?” Gaz leaned forward a bit more, ready to get physical.

“Gaz.” Price grabbed Gaz's shoulder, trying to hold him back. As much as the urge of giving his friend some slap on the head himself for shattering your heart, he needs to stay level headed, to talk some sense into him.

“Captain. Let me finish.” Gaz shrugs off Price’s hand, as he grabs hold of Nikolai’s collar. “Do you know how much she adores you? Everytime we catch up, she can't stop talking about you. Nikolai this, Nikolai that. I need to find a new recipe for Nikolai. I need to go home early because Nikolai is coming over.” Gaz snorted. “Clearly that goes all over your head. Meaningless. Just someone you used as pleasure and dumped away as you pleased.”

Gaz let go of Nikolai’s collar, and the man slumped back onto the table, not replying, but grabbed Price’s glass of whisky and proceeded to scull it all down, trying to drown and numb his own pain in alcohol.

Clearly from what he gathered from Gaz and bits from Nikolai when he could talk coherently, there is still hope between you and Nikolai.

He wants to see his friend out of misery. He wants to see you happy,someone he loves dearly almost as a daughter, someone who he watched growing from a shy teenage girl into a fine mature woman.

The feeling is still there. Neither of you wanted to admit or let it go completely. They need to do something.

“I got a plan.”

“You sure this is a wise idea Captain?” Gaz asked, worryingly. “Last I heard she was filing a restraining order against him.” The three men dragged almost unconscious Nikolai up flights of staircases of the apartment. “Plus I don’t want to face the fury of a pregnant woman… it wasn’t much fun when I experienced it last time…”Gaz shivered as he recalled the memory of his sister, in her final stage of pregnancy, fully blasting at him for a little mistake ( well, he admitted it was his fault.). Yuri nodded his head fast, clearly agreeing.

Three of them decided the best course of action, with the persuasion of Price, even if it’s breaking the law and your wishes, was to let the two of you talk it out, face to face, for one final time.

“I don’t think either of our team will have a moment of peace if we don’t get this over with." Price grunted as he dropped the deadweight body of Nikolai in front of the door. "I'll bear the consequences if this doesn't work out." He jerks his head towards your apartment, giving him the go ahead.

"Ok here goes nothing." Gaz recites a silent prayer as he presses the call button on his phone. Few seconds later he could hear the faint sound of your phone ringing from the otherside of the door, and the muffled sound of you mumbling before answering the call, sounding tired and drained. He must have woken you up.

"What's going on for you to ring this late?” you yawned. “Wait, did something happen to Johnny?? Or the team?" Your voice raised with anxiousness.

“Everyone is alright, don’t panic, um,” Gaz shot a look at both Price and Yuri. “Could you.. Open your front door please? I am just outside.”

Your apartment door opens up immediately. “Kyle! Why… oh, Captain, um, Yuri too?”

you looked down as your foot accidently kicked Nikolai's body on the ground, expression turned from surprised to horrified to anger.

“Kyle.” you took a deep breath in, piqued by your best friend’s deception. “You know I don’t want to see his face again.” you then proceed to turn towards Price and Yuri. “and you two!!

“His idea.” Yuri just pointed at Price, unapologetic for dobbing him in.

Price held up both of his hands,defending himself. “You two need to talk. Let him explain himself. Give him a chance.”

You snorted. Giving Nikolai’s unmoving body a slight tap with your toe. “Well, if this piece of haggis is still breathing. Then maybe.”

“Good! Problem solved! Ok, then we leave the two of you be.” Gaz quickly took a step back, tucking both men on each side, ready for retreat.

“Wait!!!” you called out, pointing at your stomach. “Are you three going to leave a pregnant woman to try carrying this deadweight into the apartment??”

Nikolai slowly opened his eyes to a familiar ceiling.

But it’s not his own apartment. But a place he thought he would never set his foot in again.

How did he get here??

Running his hand down his face as he slowly adjusted his position on the couch, letting the blanket that was draping over his body slowly slide down onto the floor, trying to get a sense of things.

“Finally awake?”

His head snapped up as he heard your voice. He took a sharp breath in as he slowly took your feature in.

His head is reeling from both hungover and the sight of you, someone he missed and hasn't seen in a few months.

There you are, standing behind the couch, with a steaming hot mug, with an irritated expression on your face.

And your stomach. Raised bump can be seen even with the loose fitting lounge wear you are currently in.

Busting in pregnancy glow.

His beautiful Lastochka. Carrying a life within you.

His child.

You step forward and pass the hot mug into his hand, only letting go after you made sure he wouldn’t spill the content onto himself with his unsteady hand.

“I know you are not a fan of ginger. But this will help you with the hangover.” you commented before walking away towards the kitchen again, fixing yourself a drink.

He slowly took a sip, frowning slightly at the smell and taste of ginger, followed by the tangy taste of lemon,sweetness of honey.. And..

Raspberry jam.

Similar to the way to the drink he made for you when you were struck down by sickness months ago.

He took another sip, trying to swallow the bit of sadness that is surfacing up. He can’t crumble in front of you. He can’t show his weakness.

Distracting himself, he looked around the apartment. That is when he notices all the packing boxes that are haphazardly lying around.

“... you moving?” he asked, voice husky from dehydration and being hungover.

Walking back towards the couch area as you stir your own drink, you replied, “I am. Going to move in with my parents back in Scotland. My boss is gracious enough to let me work remotely, and only needs to be physically present for a few times a year afterwards.” you gripped your mug before continuing. “I’ll be out of your neck in no time. You wouldn’t need to see my face again for hopefully forever after.”

“Lastochka…” he starts speaking, brain trying to catch up to the fact that you were going to move away from this country, away from him.

“Don’t call me that.” you replied coldly. Nikolai never felt fear like this before. Not even when he was faced with the prospect of death, looking down the barrel of the enemy's gun. “You have lost your right to call me the day you decided to turn your back on me and your child.” you spat out the last few words, anger started to rise. “Price and two others tried to convince me to talk to you, but why? Give me one bloody damn good reason why I should even bother!”

“Please just let me explain…” Nikolai begged as he sat up more from the couch. “I was wrong, I was stupid enough thinking you were happier with someone else. Convince myself you don’t love me.”

“Did you even give me a chance to explain at all?’ you growled. Nikolai opened his mouth, and closed it. “No you didn’t. You make assumptions everytime I try to explain, cutting me off. Coming to your own conclusion.” blowing out air from your nose like an angry bull, ready to charge into fight. “You could have me, Nikolai. I loved you. I was going to tell you that the night you denied me.” Tears start to stream down your face as you try hard to let the emotion get the better of you, to no avail. “But it’s too late. Finish that drink and get out of my face.”

You turned away from him, not daring to look at his distraught face.

This is for the best. For both of you.

For you and the baby.

A sharp pain struck you all of sudden. Holding your stomach, you let out a yelp as you dropped to your knees, spilling the hot drink in your hand onto the carpet in the process.

Nikolai quickly stood up, jumping over the couch and kneeling beside you.

“What’s wrong lasto…. Mini, tell me what is wrong? Are you feeling pain? Is the baby ok?”

Shaking your head, you try hard to control your breathing. He quickly scoop you up into his arm, into a bridal carry.

“I’m taking you to the hospital,” he declared.

“You are NOT taking me to hospital.” you replied as you grit your teeth, cold sweat running down your forehead. “Just call my obgyn first before you do anything.”

“You are a stubborn little thing.” he growled, getting irritated by your stubbornness. “I am taking you to the hospital NOW, no matter what you say.”

He grabbed your phone and key and ran down the stairs at lightning speed, with you in his arms. As he burst through the door onto the street, ready to hi-jack a bypassing car, he spotted a familiar figure a few metres away.

Nikolai was surprised to see that Gaz was leaning against a car, playing on his phone. “Uh, totally not stalking you two.. Was going to take you two out for brunch…wait, what’s wrong with Mini??” Gaz stopped when he saw you in Nikolai’s arm, in pain.

“What are you doing here Gaz?! Nevermind, you got your car? Take us to the hospital.” Nikolai piled into the car without waiting for a reply, as he held you tight in the backseat.

“Kyle… make sure you drive slowly.. Don’t drive like a maniac … Like Nikolai..because you are not from Russia….” you squeeze out a joke.

Both of them turned to look at you with an incurious expression. “ Seriously Mini? Not a great time..” Gaz tutted as he turned his attention back towards the front, ready to attack the road. “ but I can relate…. But in a helicopter.. Piloted by him…”

“Hey! You survived though. So did I. Ugh my head…” you chuckled nervously, now feeling headache joining the discomfort.

“Ok now shut up and just drive. We can discuss my skills later.” Nikolai ordered Gaz, unamused, not impressed with the two of you arguing away in an emergency situation.

Gaz let out a huff as he stepped on the accelerator.

“Now, looking at the result of the tests and exams, the baby is growing healthy and normal. You are just under too much stress and fatigue.” The doctor turns to Nikolai. “You shouldn’t have let your wife… “

“Ex-wife.” you corrected.

“Wife.” Nikolai replies, in turn correcting you.

"Ex-husband with benefits."

"Wife I pick up on the side of the road."

The doctor gave the two of you a confused look. “Alright, Wife and maybe ex-wife, or whatever the endearment you use to call each other, to be under so much stress. She needs to pull herself back a bit, if she is going to survive through the rest of the pregnancy. Now I’ll go file some paperwork first before discharging you. In the meantime, relax.” the doctor gave you a pointed look and warned, and left the two of you alone in the room.

“What is the meaning of this Nikolai?” you questioned him, confused by his previous answer about the marital status. “ I thought we signed the paperwork and everything was finalised?”

“YOU signed the paperwork. I haven’t.” he said. “I never.. I never submitted the divorce paper. It’s still sitting in my office. In the corner. Gathering dust.” Running a hand over his face, confessing the truth.

“Oh.” you don’t know how to reply to this new development. “Um. I did get around to taking out a restraining order against you though.”

“... Oh.”

“So you are actually breaking the law. Few times. Already.” you pointed out, slightly guilty. Technically he didn’t come to your apartment willingly, but was literally dragged and dumped onto your doorstep. “But that is not the biggest problem here. Why? Why with all the trouble serving me with the divorce paper, and not submitting it?” you questioned him as you mentally swatting that slight glitter of hope in the back of your mind.

“After seeing your reaction that night, I thought.. I thought I might be wrong about my assumption..” Nikolai whispered.

“No shit.” you snorted. “Like I said before, you never gave me a chance to explain, and accused me of sleeping with other people and trying to pass the baby as yours? Utterly insulting Nikolai. Humiliating.”

“ I am sorry.” he muttered, head hung down in shame.

“You should be.” You jabbed his hand. Sighing you turned your attention towards the slightly opened door. You can just see Gaz hovering about in the corridor, trying to be a sticky beak. You gave him a glare and he silently apologised with a smile before closing the door, giving you and Nikolai some privacy.

“Nik." You gently reach out to touch his hand, he slowly raises his head back up, looking at you with sad puppy eyes. Almost reminds you of Johnny when he gets caught doing something wrong. "If I didn’t have any tiny ounce of feeling for you at all from the beginning, I wouldn’t have agreed to the union. Even if it’s for mutual benefits.”

“very good mutual benefits.”

“Shut up.” you smack his hand this time. “Let me finish.” He closed his mouth immediately, obeying you this time.

Taking a deep breath in, you finally make the confession you were supposed to months ago.

“Nikolai, or whatever your name is, if you are going to tell me one day. I love you. I do love you, still. Even after all the turmoils you put me through.” you look down at the jointed hand. “I was bitter, I was angry, I was drowning in sorrow. But I just couldn’t let you go. I realised I have fallen for you too deep, to jump out of it completely."

“My life has been turned upside down the day I met you on the side of the road. almost kidnapped, assassinated, my ass shot at."Nikolai clicks his tongue and starts mumbling curses at König as he remembers the day your ass got damaged.

You ignored him and continued on."But would you believe even with those crazy things happening, I had the best time of my life. With you by my side."

"Lastochka.." he murmured,testing the water. His eyes brightened at your confession. His hand slowly glides up towards your stomach, giving in a light caress before making its way up towards your face, cupping your cheeks.

"I must be fucken off my head to let you back into my life. These damn pregnancy hormones." You rolled your eyes as you let out an exaggerated sigh."Consider this your lucky day that your daughter helped to save her Papa from being kicked into the dog house permanently." You huffed out.

Nikolai's smile couldn't be any brighter.

" Are we having a girl?? Humm maybe I need few of the crews to station around her so no pests will come and take her away from me and taint her…"

"NIKOLAI." You stared at him with an unimpressed expression." You are thinking way too far ahead. She is still a foetus."

"Forward planning, my little bird. One can never be too careful."

You chuckled. " and that is one quality I love about you."

His smile softened as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours, before closing the gap for a kiss.

Your hand grasped around his gold chain as he deepened the kiss. You felt a familiar object dangling at the end of it. Is that….

“The wedding ring and band?” you whispered as you broke the kiss, looking down at the two rings attached to the chain.

“I have it with me all the time, Lastochka.” he said as he unhook the chain from his neck, taking the two rings out. “hanging onto that little bit of hope of winning you back some day, to beg for forgiveness. To be together with you again.”

“Well,you did… ”

“ successfully,” he interjected, proudly.

“Shush. I still haven't fully forgiven you. You still have a lot of things to make up for."

He stood up from the chair, and proceeded to kneel in front of the hospital cot, with his signature cocky smirk that you miss so much.

“Well, as a start, my lovely Lastochka, would you marry me? Again? For your own protection? And for love?”

“ Just put that ring onto my finger. You bampot.”

“Got a visual, Commander. They are walking out right now.” The voice crackled through Nikolai’s earpiece, confirming his worst fear.

Snatching the binocular off Yuri’s hand, he let out a snarl as he spotted the targets. He is going to get rid of the threat once for all.

“All teams on standby.” Nikolai commanded. Reaching for his weapon on his side.

“Are you sure this is a good idea Commander?” Yuri asked, slightly worried. “What if she finds out.. What if both of them find out…”

“It’s for the best. I will bear the consequences.”

There is no way he’s going to let him take his precious little dove away. It’s enough that his father injured his Lastochka, there is no way he is letting his son do the same…

Suddenly he felt a chill running down his spine. Quickly spinning around, Nikolai’s eyes widened.

“Bear what consequences? Humm? Nikolai? Care to explain?” You stood there, arms crossed , with a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.

“Lastochka… I can explain…” Nikolai held both of his hands up, ready to defend himself from your onslaught. You grabbed his shoulder and leaned forward as you narrow your eyes “are you spying on Anya again????” you asked.

“Look.. if you just let me…”

“.... we’ve been breached. I repeat, we are breached by an unexpected intruder, all unit ready to exfil.” you snap your head around towards Yuri as he radios the rest of the Chimera soldiers, sweat starts running down his forehead.

“YURI. Don’t you dare. Just wait until I tell your wife…” you warned him.

Another voice joined in. “PAPA!!!!” Anya yelled out as she spotted you and the rest of the team. “I told you not to follow me! Again!”

“Again??” The tall young man beside her asked, totally confused.

Anya pouted, and proceeded to explain to her date. “Papa always stalks me whenever I go out on a date! Scaring everyone away…“

“Look my Облачко, Papa is trying to protect you!!! This Сволочь doesn’t deserve you…” Nikolai cooed as he talked to his daughter, trying to convince her of the evilness of the boy standing beside her.

“How dare you call my son a bastard?” A loud booming voice joined in the conversation, anger by the insult. “If it wasn’t for the sake of your wife standing here…”

You buried your face in your hand as you groaned, where the hell did König pop out from?? You seriously don’t need any more complication from this already bizarre situation.

“Looks like we need to settle this argument, by force. Again.” Nikolai took a step closer to the Giant Austrian, taunting.

“I agree.” König tilted his head up, cocking his eyebrow. “Paintball?”

“Paintball it is.”

“Your team free next Friday?”

“Let's see..”Nikolai took his phone out, checking the schedule. “Oh no, we are out on a mission.. How about Saturday, three weeks from now?”

“Oh good good. My wife will be free too. Hey Mini, can you bake something to bring along? We can organise a picnic during lunch break for everyone.” König turned towards you, already typing out messages to his team and his wife.

Oh fucken steaming jesus. Not again…

“Ma…”Anya tucking your sleeve. “What the hell is happening??Why are they organising paintball matches all of sudden?”

You sighed. “Well.. let me tell you a story..how your Ma gets into this mess with your Papa and your uncles and aunties..”

The unlucky incidents.

The string of coincidences.

The strange but lovely life of Mini MacTavish.

...... and Mini's ass got shot again.

Well, this is the end.

In @siilvan's words, this series started off from a taxi meme and turned into a mini unhinge crack series. and turned angst. I don't know what I was thinking.

Thanks for sticking with me peeps. I hope you all enjoyed the strange and unhinge series. it was a lot of fun to write, and maybe someday i'll come up with offshoots to this strange series.

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