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lovewitchtarot · 4 months

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future spouse pick a pile

Disclaimer: This is a collective reading; take what resonates, leave what doesn't. Never use tarot readings for medical or legal advice, and for the sake of legality, don't act on anything that could potentially hurt you or others because of a tarot reading. Don't take this reading or any others too seriously. Remember, this is for the collective, not just one person.

pile one

random attributes of you or your spouse: fire sign, summer (summer birthday or when you two meet), light skin, dark skin (could also be olive or tanned), green (eyes or a favorite color), long hair, and blond or light brown hair (could be dyed).

numbers and letters for pile one: a,x,t, and 4

have you and your future spouse already meet? yes! you and this person could be from the same culture, heritage, or religion (or spiritual belief). they highly value family and traditions they are quite literally a "family man (or woman)"

personality and relationship with this person: this person may be a perfectionist, and this at times can hold them back because they are afraid of failure and making mistakes. They may abandon projects because of this. This person has to work through this. You may help them realize that it's okay to not always be perfect and help them heal their wounds, and at the same time, they'll help heal yours. Before this person heals themselves, it may cause you two to have a falling out or a rough patch because they may push you away out of fear, but you two will work through and come back stronger than ever. In this relationship, you will be treated like a queen or king. This person loves to care for and nurture you; they are very gentle with you, especially when you are sick or not feeling 100%. You may have met this person through mutual friends, and in the future, you two will share friends, and you will be close with their family, and they'll be close with yours. You two will celebrate together a lot. You'll celebrate huge milestones and little everyday achievements. This person will really lift you up and cheer you on. This person is very creative; they may be an artist of sorts, and they'll bring out your inner artist as well. You will be this person's muse; they'll make art about or for you, and they will love to look at you because, in their eyes, you are the most beautiful thing they have ever seen. You two will celebrate many ups and downs. You will help this person with grief and loss, and they will help with yours too. This person will bring lots of stability to your life, both emotionally and financially. This person literally makes the impossible possible; they can manifest anything into reality without even trying. You two will have a family together, but it may take some time and it may not be easy, but you two will be loving, caring parents.

pile two

random attributes about you or your future spouse: light skin, summer, winter, spring (you could have birthdays in these seasons or you could meet during this time, you could also meet during a vacation maybe on a vacation to celebrate yours or their birthday)

numbers and letters: v,a,i,t,6,7,2,4,

have you met this person? no you have not but you will meet with the next 3 years possibly sooner.

how you meet: you will meet this person after going through a loss of some sort maybe a messy break up on your end or theirs you will provide support for them or they will provide support for you.

personality and relationship with this person: this person is brave and eager; they may be adventurous and outdoorsy; they may play a sport for fun or professionally; I can also see them riding horses or bikes. You two will go on hikes and adventures as dates. You two may go to the park for a picnic, or you may go to the beach to relax; they love the outdoors. This person really brings out your inner child; they themselves may be playful and full of life. This person does have the downfall of taking on too much at once; they overwork themselves and don't take time to take a break or relax; they are constantly on the move. Before you two met, they had battled with an addiction or extremely bad mental health, but they put in the work to get better. They may have done this for or because of you. This person brings stability into this relationship; they are definitely a level-headed person, and they help to balance you out. This person is also very creative, and they see the beauty in the mundane. It is very important to be patient and wait for this person instead of being with the wrong person, because, trust me, this relationship is definitely worth the wait. This relationship is quite literally a gift from the divine, and you will cherish it forever. This person is definitely your twin flame or your soulmate. I see you having two kids with someone and really loving them. I think you would really love being a parent, and it would give you fulfillment in life, whether you think so right now or not.

pile three

random attributes about you or you future spouse: medium to light skin color, medium hair (length or color), brown or green eyes, brown hair, short, older than you, extraverted, spring and winter

numbers and letters: 8,6,9,3,5,i,v,u,o,a

have you met this person yet? no you have not expect to meet them soon within 6 months.

how you meet? you two meet at a busy place could be a party of sorts or just a get together. it'll be crowded which may not be your scene but they thrive in that type of environment and you may be mesmerized with how well they get along with everyone and how effortless it is for them to talk to people.

personality and how they are in the relationship: this person may seem like a player at first, like they aren't ready for a relationship yet and like they don't want to settle down, but don't worry; in the long run, you two will have a steady, trustworthy relationship. You made this person realize that there's more to life than partying and going out every night. You made them realize that they want genuine love and to have an actual relationship. This person has healing energy, like being the therapist of a friend group or being good with kids or animals. You and this person are strong. You have both had hard times at times, and sometimes, especially in this relationship, it may take willpower from both sides. You and this person are yin and yang, black and white; you two balance each other's energy 50/50. This person is also everything you have and everything you have ever dreamed of, quite literally. You may have prophetic dreams of this person, or you may sit and daydream about them and your relationship with them. You may have some trouble opening up to this person and being sensitive, but don't worry, you will work through this and open up to them, even if it takes time. This person has authority; they are strong, stoic, and protective. You will have many decisions in this relationship, and your spouse may even consult you about their decisions and choices. Don't let fear hold you back. Don't hide in your fear. Take the leap and do big things. You or your spouse may be very psychic, especially at a young age. You and this person had past life connections, and your souls are tied together in a way; they may be your twin flame or soul mate. I don't see you having kids, but you could always adopt pets or even adopt later down the line.

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aperrywilliams · 11 months

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Under the Rain (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

(Not my gif. Credits to the creator!)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Reader is waiting for Spencer in a restaurant to celebrate their 2nd anniversary. What happens when Spencer doesn't show up?

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending. Spencer fucked up but Reader loves him.

A/N: It's winter on this side of the world, and the rain makes me kind of sad.

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Is there anything worse than your boyfriend standing you up in a fancy restaurant on your 2nd anniversary? Yes, being stood up by your boyfriend in a fancy restaurant on your 2nd anniversary day while outside it’s raining cats and dogs.

That's worse. And pathetic.

You feel pathetic, sitting in that chair, all dolled up and waiting. You arrived at 19:30, and now your watch reads 20:45. No sight of Spencer.

What the fuck?

He was the one who suggested a romantic dinner in this very restaurant. He was the one who told you to make reservations. How could he forget it? You knew there wasn’t an active case. The very Penelope told you it was paperwork day when you texted her in the afternoon.

In the past hour, you dialed his number several times. You were worried at some point: what if something terrible happened to him? But you know bad news travels fast, so you assumed he didn’t show up just because he forgot. Deep down, you wanted there to be another explanation because if he only forgot, that would strengthen the idea of how little you mean to him.

Sensing the pitiful looks the hostess and the waitress sent you occasionally, you only wanted to dig a hole and disappear.

When the clock marked 21:00, you gave up. You asked the hostess for your coat and left the place completely silent.

The rain pouring outside was the perfect scenario for your current mood. You thought about calling a cab in front of the restaurant, but you only wanted to be far from that place as soon as possible, so you started to walk in the rain.

Goodbye to the stylish hairstyle that took you hours to achieve. Goodbye to the makeup you put so much effort into doing.

Striding along the sidewalk, you made sure to step on each water puddle you found along the way as you recalled every moment in the past months you felt Spencer away from you. And not only physically as when he was in a case. It was more than that. It was each morning he didn’t say I love you before leaving your shared apartment. It was each text he didn’t send telling you he was coming home or leaving for a case. It was each coffee you didn't share in the morning. It was each animated chat in the middle of the night you didn't have.

Were you being dramatic? You knew Spencer’s tendency to distract and engage in whatever his job could present him. In any other circumstances, you could have understood. Not tonight, though. Not when it was supposed to be your night together celebrating this milestone. The two years of love you thought were strengthening your relationship. How blind you have been. How naive.

You kept wandering on the streets with no destination. You didn’t want to come back to the apartment. You didn’t know where else to go either. So you kept walking.

Spencer Reid is a man with an eidetic memory. Everybody knows that. He can remember every piece of information people usually wouldn’t recall. He knows almost everything about anything. But even with his big brain, he sometimes has trouble keeping track of his own life. Like today.

Engrossed in a pile of manila folders from old cases, he lost time. A task meant to take just an hour or so kept him occupied and entertained for almost four hours. Emily’s voice was the only thing that brought him back from those files to reality.

“You still here?” Emily asked with a frown. Spencer looked at her oddly.

“Yeah. I was looking for patterns in our last cases in the northwest. What Tara said about the mixed murder weapons sounded familiar to me,” he explained before rubbing his eyes. He didn't notice how tired he felt until Emily interrupted him.

“Spencer, it’s almost 10 pm. And there is no active case. You can resume this tomorrow. I even thought you had plans today?”

‘10 pm’ and ‘plans today’ was enough to bring Spencer to realization.

“Fuck!” He yelped, jumping from his seat and freezing immediately, not knowing what to do.

“What?” Emily asked, seeing the panic in Spencer’s eyes.

“Shit. Shit. Shit,” he repeated over and over as he reached for his phone in his satchel.

“What is it, Reid?”

“Emily. I was supposed to be in a restaurant with (Y/N) tonight! It’s - uh - it’s our second anniversary,” he, visibly embarrassed, finished the sentence.

Emily shut her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Reid? How on earth do you forget something like that?”

“I don’t know! I - I don’t really know. Fuck. I’m an asshole!” He checked the phone: twenty missing calls. Why he left it on mute?

“Stop complaining and do something! Come on! Move your ass out of here if you want a chance of not being precisely kicked in the ass by her,” Emily instructed. She knew Spencer needed directions when he was freaking out.

Spencer rechecked his watch. It read 10:05 pm.

Swearing under his breath, he dialed your number, which went straight to voicemail. Putting his coat on, he tried again while rushing to the elevator. Maybe you were still at the restaurant? Getting in the first cab he found, Spencer headed there.

Once he arrived, he asked the hostess about you. The girl told him you left after 9 pm.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He called you again with no success. This time you turned off your phone. Spencer’s stomach was a knot, and his heart hurt imagining you sitting alone, waiting for him.

Were you at home? Spencer guessed you wouldn't want to see him, so it was less probable. Should he go there anyway and wait for you? No. You deserved better than that. He would look for you even if it could take all night. Taking a cab, he decided to check the apartment - just in case - and grab his car keys.

As expected, you weren’t in the apartment. Spencer faced the darkness and coldness of the place, and a chill ran down his spine—the fear of losing you forever.

In the car, he thought, where you could be. It was still raining, and Spencer feared you were getting soaked and frozen, God knows where.

It was at this kind of moment Spencer wanted his eidetic memory, and all the knowledge in his brain could help to compensate for the dose of common sense he lacked.

‘Come on, Spencer. Think. For once in your life, do it for what is really important for you.’

Spencer parked and rushed out of the car, hoping his hunch was correct. He was in a park. Not any park, though. It was where he met you three years ago—where his life changed forever and for the better for once.

You were in a swing, moving softly back and forth, your feet touching the ground. Your eyes focused on the rain collecting in the nook you created with your feet in the mud.

“(Y/N)!” Spencer called once he spotted you. The rain muffled the sound of his voice.

Your eyes didn’t leave the ground. At first, you thought you were imagining things. It could have been wishful thinking that your boyfriend really cared about you. He called again, and now your brain obliged your eyes to look toward the voice’s source.

Spencer was in a corner where the park's playground began. He was looking at you and wanted to run to you, but the fear you could run away made him stay there, as the rain dampened him.

The sight of you broke him. You were utterly soaked. Your coat and lovely black dress were ruined, and your face with traces of smeared makeup. He could even spot your bloodshot eyes, swollen from crying.

He caused that. And Spencer hated himself for it.

Seeing you didn't say anything, barely acknowledging his presence, Spencer dared to take some steps forward. Your numb body didn't even flinch.

“(Y/N). I’m sorry,” were his first words. Expectable but useless for you. “I fucked it up. I’m sorry. I should have been there. I wanted to be there with you,” he apologized, giving a few steps closer to you. Not looking at him, you mumbled.

“But you weren’t. And if you really wanted to have been there, you would have.” Your voice was low and husky. You sounded tired and defeated. It was worse for Spencer. For him, you should be yelling. Telling him how hurting you were. How an asshole he was.

“Baby, there is no excuse for what I did. The last thing I want in my life is to hurt you. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Spencer’s voice broke with each word.

What had he done? Why? How can he be so stupid? He loves you. You’re the most important person in his life, so why did he do that to you? How can he fix it?

Still not looking at him, you spoke again.

“I can’t understand, Spencer. It was our anniversary. You were the one who suggested doing it,” you remind him. He nodded, kneeling in front of you. It didn’t matter the mud, and it didn’t matter the rain still falling. Spencer needed to look at your eyes to explain himself.

“I’m an idiot. I lost track of time and forgot,” he mumbled. You held up your head and finally looked at him.

“You forgot? So it's true I’m not that important to you,” you concluded sadly. Spencer’s eyes widened.

“No! Don’t say that!” he pleaded.

“Am I wrong? I don’t think so.” Your chin wobbled, but you needed to say it. “I know your job is important, Spencer. I do. And I never wanted to compete with that because I thought I didn’t have to. But after these past months, I think I need to get used to the idea I lost you already,” you acknowledged with a pained sob betraying you. It was the pang of the meaning behind your own words.

The memories of the past months flashed before Spencer's eyes. And there he saw it. The kisses he didn't give you, the 'I love you' he didn't tell you. The nights he didn't sleep by your side—all the things he has been missing.

He realized that although he never doubted his love for you, he stopped nurturing it and took it for granted.

Crying, he took your hands, and by divine grace, you didn't push him away.

No words he could say would be enough to convey how sorry he was. But he needed to try because he didn’t want to lose you. You needed to know he loved you and that you owned his heart. You needed to know he just realized he made a mistake, and he wants to fix it.

“The first time I saw you in this very place, you were slowly swaying in this exact spot with your eyes focused on the book in your hands. I was so mesmerized that I never thought I would get the nerve to talk to you, you know? But I did. And when I saw the warm look you gave me when I asked you if you had read the author's biography, I felt my heart warming as never before. And when I heard your laugh after I clumsily tried to flirt with you? I swear it was the sound I wanted to hear for the rest of my life,” Spencer confessed, eyes sparkling at the memory. You fondly recalled it too. You never liked to talk with strangers all of a sudden, but with Spencer? It felt natural and right.

“You let me in in your life. You opened your heart to me and taught me how to do that too. You realized I’m not the best student in those matters, though,” he chuckled, seeing your nod.

“Despite that, you believed in me. You gave me a chance to love you, and I swear loving you has been the most natural thing that has ever happened to me. You have made me so happy (Y/N). You have no idea. And that is the problem. I have not known how to love you the way you deserve. I hadn't realized what I was doing. I'm sorry. I spent much of my life fending alone, not walking with anyone by my side. And I know that does not excuse my behavior. Even so, I dare to ask for an opportunity to prove you do not have to compete with my job. Give me a chance to prove to you I can be better. I can be the man who deserves your love. Please let me gain back your love and the privilege to hear you laugh again."

Spencer was almost out of breath when he was done speaking. You mulled in his words as his hands enveloped yours, patiently awaiting your response. Would you give him a chance?

As the rain continued pouring down, your eyes focused on him, still kneeling before you with hopeful eyes.

You know he loves you. Even if he needs to be better at proving it to you. And you love him even if you feel hurt for what he did. You both would have to work to make it work. You both deserved the chance, though.

The answer to his question was clear then.

You hopped off the swing and kneeled, not releasing his hands grasp and pulling him to catch his lips with yours. He kissed you back with everything he had. When both parted, you smiled at him, and Spencer was trying to figure out what that meant. You spoke to make it clear.

“Please, just don't make me regret being in this same place three years ago.”

Spencer earnestly shook his head.

“I won’t. I promise,” he told you before kissing you again under the rain.

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mochie85 · 6 months

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As part of your 1k celebrations I would like to submit the following prompt for consideration 😁♥️ feel free to bend it to your will.

Your colleague Loki finds himself in your rooms at Stark Tower for (fairly) innocent reasons.

You arrive back unexpectedly. He hides, at first.

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Fairly Innocent

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A/N: I apologize, with my whole heart, that it has taken me this long to finish this request. So long, that I have reached a new milestone since this request was made. But I hope you enjoy it. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: Explicit. Smut, hand job, oral (female receiving), slight DOM vibes, voyeurism, shower scene, mention of 'toys'. Happy ending. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Your room was dark and cold. The curtains were shut leaving a small sliver of light shining from the cityscape outside. There was a stillness in the air from being untouched the last two weeks. “Now, where did she put you?” Loki hummed while looking around your room. He wandered in, using the access code you had given him. His prying eyes scanned and noted how orderly you left your room. And even after some time away, the room still smelled like you. Like citrus blooms on a winter morning.

Loki lent you some practice daggers a while ago and was keen to get them back. They were dull and lightweight. Perfect for beginner enthusiasts like the Widow, who wanted to add a new skill to her ledger. Whom Loki had promised to train, alongside you, in Asgardian combat.

Loki rummaged through your bookshelves, thinking you might have stashed them along with your books and souvenirs from your travels. He knew you loved to read. Your voracious appetite for mysteries and novels rivaled his own. He noted Robert Frost and Agatha Christie situated alongside the many romance novels.

Peculiar, he thought. He’d never known you to be interested in such fiction. You two had always discussed classic literature or Asgardian poetry. A Cheshire grin appeared on his face as he took a book with brightly colored Post-it notes sticking out of the top pages. He opened the paperback to a dog-eared page that was clearly read and reread extensively.

Lucy moaned as Cade’s fingers dipped inside her wet pussy. Trills of pleasure ran up her spine, making her unable to stand any longer. He gently stroked her as he whispered on her neck, “Don’t fight it, baby. Let go for me.”

Loki shut the book closed with wide eyes and a wider grin on his face. “Well, well, well. Who knew that the Avenger’s little darling liked to read smut?!” He said to himself looking at the volumes of romance books you had. He was quite impressed by your ability to surprise him. He thought he had you figured out. He might have to tease you about this when you return from your mission.

Loki searched your closet next, but he couldn’t find the daggers. He combed through hangers of clothing and shelves of shoe boxes till he stumbled upon several silk bags with rope tie enclosures. One bag had the length and shape of the daggers he was searching for. How sweet of her to care for the daggers and stash them in a silk purse. Loki opened the bag and reached in but was again surprised at what he found.

He pulled out a black, patent leather collar with a gold buckle. Glistening under the bright closet light, was a heart-shaped tag, hanging from the center. The name ‘Darling’ was inscribed in cursive. Stunned, Loki looked inside the sateen bag and pulled out what he mistook for his daggers- a short, riding crop that matched the patent leather of the collar. Hanging from the handle was a gold chain that had a tag etched, ‘Darling’s Master.’

An intrusive fantasy came unbidden in his mind. It was of you on all fours, with the collar adorning your neck and him standing behind you rubbing the tip of the crop against your dripping heat. “What other deliciousness are you hiding, my dear?” he whispered as he stowed the collar and whip and reached for another silk purse. Every bag he opened had a different set of negligees. Each one was more lascivious than the last.

The smile on his lips got darker as his body started responding to the different scenarios playing in his head. Each scene- novel and unique, to the set of lingerie he opened. More than once, he had to stop himself from reaching inside and rubbing the fine lace between his fingers. “Nope! No,” he chided himself. “Focus. I’m here for the daggers.” Loki took one last look and walked away before he could swipe one of your lace panties and put it in his back pocket like some pervert. “Daggers. Daggers…where are you daggers…”

He couldn’t stop smiling at the revelation he found. Memories of his last interaction with you played in his head under a new context. It was as if he was seeing you in a different light. Truth be told, he did always find you attractive. But he never once pursued it thinking it wouldn’t be favored by you, or any of the team. You didn’t get the title “The Avenger’s Little Darling” for nothing. You were beloved by all. And he was the untrustworthy, extra baggage that the team had to deal with so they could have Thor on their side.

He knew he couldn’t have you.

One last place he looked was your bedside table. If it’s not here, she must have taken them with her. Opening the drawer, Loki shouldn’t have been surprised at what he found, but he felt an exhilarating chill crawl throughout his body, nonetheless. A vibrator. A large, blue, silicone toy that was tapered at the end, was resting neatly inside. You naughty little minx.

Loki couldn’t help the state of arousal he was in. He stood up and stared at your toy, his fingers running puzzled against his lips. He imagined you spread on your bed, lost in the throes of your passion. What do you think about when you have your toy tucked inside your wet cunt? Who’s name do you moan when you’re at the edge of your climax about to fall? And how can he conspire to make sure you think of him?

Surprised, Loki looked up as he heard the keypad of your door unlocking. In a senseless rush, he closed your drawer and cloaked himself invisible. He didn’t want anyone to find him snooping around your belongings. He stood still as he blended with the shadows of your room.

He shouldn’t have hid. You did give him the access code to your room. You trusted him enough to be in here. But there was something so intimate about the things he found. He felt exposed and guilty. Loki didn’t want anyone to think of him being nefarious with you.

A small sigh of relief flooded him when he realized it was you, back from your assignment. He opened his mouth to speak and announce his presence, but he couldn’t. So many questions rushed through his mind. He wanted to ask all of them! Yet, he was struck immovable by your presence.

Had you always been so lovely? Had your eyes always been that bright and alluring? Your smile, an invitation for his lips?

Were his discoveries about you finally shedding light as to who you might be, underneath the perfect façade you seem to have cultivated for yourself? Everything he found was, he swore to the gods, erotic and arousing. But it was the fact that you surprised him that made his level of attraction to you grow.

You walked in with a heavy sigh, setting your duffel bag down on your bed and your boots onto the floor. You didn’t bother turning on your lights, as you zipped your body suit down and peeled off your armor. A rather tame set of black lace underwear shaped your body. Your exposed skin turned a rich shade in the darkness of your room.

Loki noted some bruises and scars peppering your body. The fresh welts were colored green and blue indicating they were recent and most likely acquired from your latest mission. You massaged your neck and rolled your shoulders trying to ease the ache settling into your bones.

Loki watched as you made your way, routinely, to your en suite and turned on the lights. A loud rush of water from the shower rumbled through, disturbing the silence that had enveloped you both. It took his entire strength as a god to keep standing where he was and not follow you to watch.

New fantasies came unbidden in his mind of you naked and wet in the shower. I need to leave. I need to depart before I do something that both of us would regret. He waited till he heard you close your shower door. The water made loud splashes as it hit against different curves of your body.

A few more minutes and Loki found he could move again. With a shaky breath, he exhaled and made his way to your door. He would’ve continued if it weren’t for your small sighs. Soft moans and whimpers traveled to his god-like hearing. She’s touching herself?!

Loki balled his fist to elicit pain. His fingernails dug deep into the pad of his palms, trying to overcome the overwhelming state of arousal he was in.

“…Loki…”

He stopped and nearly fell to his knees. You said his name! The honeyed tones of your moans dripped over him. Coating his entire body in primal need until it reached his cock and hardened.

He couldn’t leave now. He wouldn’t. He turned on his heel and slowly lifted his cloak, risking everything by pushing the door slightly more open.

Loki licked his lips at the sight of you lost in your orgasm. Your head was thrown back as water trickled down your body. The droplets guiding his eyes down…

…down…

…to where your fingers played with your aching cunt. Your hands explored your curves. Every dip. Every hollow. Every scrumptious mound that he wanted to devour himself.

He stood at your en suite door, his arms holding the frame above his head. He didn’t trust himself to come closer to you. Not until you allowed it. Not until you saw how his eyes became ravenous at the sight of you touching yourself to thoughts of him.

“Loki!? What the hell are you doing?” you screamed out, startled. His eyes traveled back up to yours as you finally acknowledged his presence. Your body turned flush from the heat of the water and the embarrassing situation you found yourself in.

Loki freed himself from your door and tried to answer. Nothing came out but a quivering breath and a small growl of desire. His eyes narrowed and he bit his lip. He took a step forward and closed your bathroom door behind him making your heart drop. He slowly made his way to you. Sluggish feet carrying him across your tiled floors. “Don’t stop on my account, Darling.”

“Why are you here?” you demanded.

“I heard you call out my name. And I am nothing if not a benevolent god who answers your prayers.” It was as if a switch was turned on and Loki couldn’t stop until he had you.

He watched you back into the tile of your shower. You looked like a caged animal put there for his viewing pleasure. “Why are you here?!” you repeated. It’s too late to be demure. He’s seen everything.

“I came looking for the daggers I lent you. I looked everywhere in your room. I couldn't find them.” Loki’s voice was deep but clear. You could hear the dangerous desire in his tone as he reached for the door to your shower. On instinct, you reached for the handle, stopping him from opening it.

The chase became real. He had to have you. The last hour he spent combing through your suggestive belongings had built a naughty little version of you in his head. Like a puzzle. It was the most erotically charged moment he’d ever spent. And now? Now, you were denying him!

“Last chance, Darling. If you want me to leave now, say so,” he said with a smile. “But I promise you this. I won’t stop till I have you.” His breath steamed the glass doors. Your heart pounded inside your chest as you looked into his dark eyes.

You let go of the handle and stepped back. Loki opened the door slowly, anticipation building up and pooling in between your thighs. “Good girl.”

Loki walked into your shower, still clothed. The scalding water penetrated through his white cotton shirt making it translucent under the spray. You could trace the lines of his muscle underneath. His hair became slick and affixed itself against his face. He towered over you, as he leaned over with one arm against the shower wall.

Fuck!

He lowered his face. His nose brushed against the tip of yours and you could taste his breath against your lips. “What were you thinking about?” he asked looking deep into your eyes. “And remember, I can tell when you’re lying.”

You quivered at his voice. You looked down embarrassed. “No, no. Look at me.” He said grabbing your chin and forcing you to look back at him. He kept his fingers on your face, gently stroking your jaw.

“I was thinking about you,” you admitted. Your voice was so small. You felt so fragile in his hands.

“Go on, sweet thing. What prayer can your god answer for you tonight?” he encouraged. You were mesmerized by his stare. His voice lulled you to a sense of heat and longing.

“I pictured…touching you,” you started. “I fantasized about your body holding mine.” Loki licked his lips and the tip of his tongue brushed against your mouth. It tingled and the sensation moved throughout your body, awakening every cell within it.

“Like this?” he asked, grabbing your hand gently and placing it underneath his soaked shirt. He guided your hand up his torso and held it there. You could feel his heart thumping in his chest as he guided you over his stiff nipple and then down his lean abs.

Loki didn’t take his eyes off you once. He watched how your eyes widened at his boldness. How your lips parted when you finally touched him. How your whole body moved just a fraction closer to him, capturing him in a lust-filled haze of his own.

He continued steering your hand down his body, past the hem of his pants to his aching bulge. He was big. And hard. You couldn’t imagine what he would look like, what he would feel like, once he took it out. He kept your hand on his cock, driving your hand up and down. “Keep your hand on me,” he instructed. The steam from the shower did little to prevent the shiver that ran down your spine. Nor did it hide the wetness that was now dripping from you.

“Can you feel how hard I am for you?” his arms encircled your body, pulling you closer to him. His mouth incased your lips in an uncontrollable kiss. He weaved his deft fingers into your wet hair, pulling your head back to kiss you at a deeper angle. He inhaled deeply, smelling the clean scent of your soap and shampoo.

He groaned into your mouth when he felt your hand reach inside his pants and squeeze him tightly. Loki’s eyes rolled back as you expertly palmed his stiff cock. You felt the veins pulsing in your fingertips as you pumped his dick mercilessly. He leaned over you, caging you between the wall and his eager body.

“Don’t stop, Darling,” he whimpered in your ear. “Don’t stop.” Loki bucked his hips into your hands. He captured your lips one last time before he moaned your name, releasing the pent-up arousal he’d been holding in. He fell apart in your hands, and you continued till you milked every last drop from him.

Before the water could wash away your efforts, you licked off two of your fingers, tasting his offerings. “There she is,” he said with a devilish grin. He was waiting for the real you to come forth. You seemed so demure and shy at the beginning. Nothing at all like what he found out you were. The one who reads erotic novels over and over again. The one who hides their toy on the bedside table, ready to go. The one who has a patent leather collar with their pet name etched into it.

Loki growled at the memory. He will see you in that collar. He’ll make sure of it. “But for now, I want a taste,” he said to himself. Loki started with your mouth, sampling himself in your kiss. You winced slightly when he reached for your waist. Reacting from a sensitive bruise that you acquired from your mission.

“Do you think your body can handle a couple more bruises from me, Darling?” he asked earnestly. You swallowed thickly and nodded. Loki proceeded to grab your hips and hold you in place, while his mouth eagerly marked your neck. He continued down to the base of your throat as he knelt in front of you. He captured your breasts with his tongue, paying them each attention. Your hands rested on his shoulders, gathering the white cotton in your hands as you fisted it.

When he reached your stomach, he was gentle and sweet. His hands secured your waist, pushing you slightly higher. “Wrap your leg around me,” he directed. You obeyed and placed your left leg on his shoulder.

Drips of water still fell from the shower. Loki licked and slurped each drop that fell onto your thighs. He flattened his tongue and licked a wide stripe on your warm cunt. “Fuck…Loki,” you screamed when he latched onto your nub, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He looked up at you and watched you as you threw your head back, your ecstasy showing through.

“Did you like that, Darling?”

“Mmyes,” you whined. “God, yes!”

Loki repeated his actions, holding onto your thigh, as he savored your clit. You couldn’t hold yourself up any longer. Your knees were weakening, and you had nothing to hold onto as your hands slipped against the tile of your shower wall. “Loki, please,” you panted.

“I need to be inside you,” he moaned. The sooner he can make you cum in here, the sooner he can properly bed you on top of your sheets. He looked deep into your eyes and you almost didn’t recognize him. Hunger and desperation were hanging on his brows. The sight of him in between your legs, the feel of his lips latching onto your folds, the weight of his fingers thrusting inside you. It was all-encompassing and all too consuming.

“Oh, God! Loki!” you screamed as he inserted another finger. You laced your hand through his drenched hair, pulling every time his tongue flicked your nub. “Please, I need you inside me too. I need…” your breathing came in harsher. The steam almost suffocating you as you come closer and closer to that edge, waiting to fall.

“Don’t fight it, Darling. Let go for me,” Loki quoted your book, making you clench around his fingers. One last thrust into you and you screamed your release. Loki lapped up your swollen pussy with a greedy smile, making you shudder.

Hours later, you and Loki were lying on the floor of your room. Blankets and pillows surround you while your legs and arms tangle with each other, holding each other tightly. You were running your finger up and down his chest as he read aloud a passage from one of your “smutty romance books,” as he called them.

His voice was magnetic and hypnotizing. Every word he said came to life inside your head. “Hmm, we might have to re-enact this one,” he teased after he finished a scene.

“Yes, sir,” you whispered, hoping he didn’t hear the last word you said. It just came out. You couldn’t stop yourself from saying it. From bending to his will and wanting to please him.

“I was curious about something,” he grinned, biting his lip. “Which I hope you can enlighten me...”

“Yes?”

“When I was looking for the daggers, I came across this.” He conjured up your patent leather collar and held it up against the dim light. He next conjured up the matching riding crop and showed you the tag that was hanging from the handle. “Who was your master?” Loki asked, unsure whether he wanted to know the answer. “Why do you have this and not them?”

“I never had one,” you admitted sheepishly. “I bought that in hopes of using it one day. But we never worked out.”

“I see,” he said with a devious smirk.

“It was so pretty. I couldn’t just get rid of it.”

“Sit up. Hold your hair, while I put this on you.” You obeyed his instructions. A pool of desire is already forming in between your legs as he tightens the collar around your neck. The heart-shaped tag, ‘Darling’ felt heavy and cold as he placed it neatly on the base of your throat.

Loki wiped his thumb over the tag of the whip. Newly etched, in bold letters, was his name instead. “Well, it’s mine now, darling,” he grinned as he tested the switch on his hand. The sharp thwack stung his palm. Your heart started beating quicker.

“On your knees,” he growled.

“Yes, sir.”

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spamgyu · 1 month

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the apartment we won't share // jeonghan one shot

DESCRIPTION: Jeonghan had only broken his promise to you once and he swore to himself he would never put you through that again, even if it meant promising to watch you walk in to another man's arms. PARING: Jeonghan x Reader GENRE: Angst NOTE: Took inspiration from Wooshik and his attendance at his ex's wedding. You have been warned. hehe

Highly recommend listening to the following while you read: the apartment we won't share - niki oceans & engines - niki alright bye enjoy! xx

Adjusting his hair in front of the mirror one last time, Jeonghan let out a puff of air – trying his best to shake away his nerves.

He had been preparing himself for this day for years now, keeping his promise to you that he would not miss out on attending one of the biggest days of your life. Though, he had always thought that when this day rolled around, it would be just like any other celebration – as if he was just attending yet another wedding of his friend's.

And it was; you were his friend.

A friend who he once knew better than himself; now only settling for the updates he would receive every few months, or through your social media posts.

A friend he had once loved entirely, promising you of forever that he had unfortunately had to take back after three years of pure bliss.

A friend who willingly let him pursue his dream, cutting him loose from the ties of a relationship.

The two of you were far too young at the time, both with a promising future that awaited for either one of you. It would have been a stupid decision to try to make a relationship, that was clearly set up to fail, work – with his idol career taking off and your acceptance into law school.

You two may have been young, but not foolish – there was no second guessing that the end had come that random winter night. It was far better ending it while the two of you still had so much love for one another; rather than waiting for the relationship you two had cherished so dearly to implode on itself.

"You're going to meet a great guy one day, Y/n." Jeonghan sniffled, using his thumb to wipe the tear that had fallen from your eye. "And I hope– I hope that one day, I'll be there to see you marry him." "It's not going to hurt?" Your lips quivered; unable to fathom the idea of standing at the end of the aisle with anyone else but him. He shook his head. "I'll be your number one fan." Jeonghan knew it was going to hurt, but what was he to do? The universe didn't write for your story to have any further chapters. Your love story was short, but it was sweet and it will forever be something he would hold near and dear to his heart. The end had come and it was done out of love and respect. "I'll do the same for you too, you know – all the milestones, I'll be there. I promise." "I don't doubt it."

You never did break your promise – attending all the big events in his life. Their first stadium concert, their first day of sold out dome tours across the sea, their first show in the western hemisphere; there wasn't a single one you missed.

In the midst of the crowd of unrecognizable faces, he was always able to pick yours out; cheering loudly for him and his found family.

Just as all their other close family and friends.

Because that was what you were; a friend.

Just as you were there to celebrate him, Jeonghan had been there when you had passed the bar, when you became partner at the firm you had met your future husband, and more importantly... he was there to celebrate your engagement.

He remembered the sour taste that lingered in his mouth as he tired his best to swallow the drink he babysat in his hand; watching you mingle with the family he had come to know in the years he had been in your life.

Jeonghan remembered crying in the arms of his roommate that night as reality had set in – five years too late.

It wasn't like he had plans to rekindle the fire that once burned so passionately between the two of you, but god did it hurt.

He swore he was over it – he had to be. You two were nothing but a memory in each other's lifetime; there was no going back to change the painful fate that your story faced.

But Jeonghan was also human and he couldn't help but grieve the 'what if's'; blaming not only himself but the universe for having meeting you a little too early in his life.

Because if truth be told, if you had come into his life now, there was no way he would have let you go. He now had reached a level of maturity and fame where he was able to protect you from the outside forces he once couldn't imagine putting you through.

"Ready?" Seungkwan popped his head into the doorway.

Smoothing out his blazer, Jeonghan turned to his roommate with a tight lipped smile. "Let's get this over with."

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Bringing his hand up to knock on the wooden door, Jeonghan chewed on his bottom lip as he heard the rustling sound – it was only a matter of seconds before he would see you, his heart unable to slow down in the anticipation.

He hated that he had promised to see you before the ceremony; unable to ever tell you 'no'. He would always fulfill his promises to you, all because he had broken one all those years ago.

A gush of air had hit his face when one of your bridesmaid opened the door – yet another wave of reality hitting him.

This time it felt like he had gone under, the water swallowing his body. The second he caught you standing at the corner of the room, he felt as though he was trying to swim up to the surface – his lungs slowly filling with water at the sight of you looking beautiful in an off-white dress.

The hired make-up artist had done a wonderful job highlighting your now matured features; Jeonghan taking in how much time had changed you with each step he took. He never did spend too long looking at your pictures when he scrolled throught your instagram, not wanting the demons in his head to consume him.

It was as if he had seen you for the first time.

"You make a beautiful bride." He grinned as he stopped a few feet from you, shoving his shaky hands into his pockets.

"Thank you." You mirrored his soft smile.

The two of you held each other's gaze in silence, knowing that you weren't only thanking him for the compliment but for so much more.

You two may have drifted apart, now living in two completely different worlds, but you were still able to read him – quite well. You could see how he tried to hide the pain behind his eyes; silently sending him your apologies through yours.

Jeonghan shook his head, taking your left hand in his – his thumb brushing against the rock that sat on your ring finger. "Don't worry about me."

"Don't be stupid," You let out a scoff. "I'll always worry about you."

"Not today," He gave your hand a squeeze. "Today is about you."

"Ten minutes!" Your maid of honor announced from across the bridal suite – not just for the two of you, but for everyone else who had been lounging about, waiting for their cue.

"I should go and find a seat." Jeonghan took this announcement as his sign to bid you a farewell; his mind silently thanking the universe for giving him an out before the tears began to pool in his eyes.

"I'll see you later?"

"I'll be here until the very end of the reception." He reassured, leaning into give you a hug. He didn't care of the possibility of wrinkling the silk off shoulder dress – this was the one and only time he was allowing himself to be selfish.

It had been so long since he felt you in his arms, and for once he felt him surface the water – breathing in all the oxygen he needed for when the other waves in the horizon would hit.

You didn't quite fit in his arms the same way you had before; he wanted to dismiss it as maybe it was the suit, or maybe the fact that there were eyes on the two of you. But deep down, Jeonghan knew – he knew it was because you were no longer meant to be his. You hadn't been in a long while.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

The slow tempo of the piano echoed throughout the room, signaling for all the attendees that the time had come.

Behind the large wooden doors, you were stood holding all your favorite white flowers, a lace trimmed veil sitting perfectly atop your head – ready to take your next few steps into your new future.

As the two venue planners pulled the door open to reveal you, Jeonghan saw the ten foot wave in the distance – bracing himself for impact as he waited for the voice of hired singer to fill the air.

Your cue to begin your walk down the aisle.

Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can't help, Falling in love with you.

There was that wave.

Stumbling back where he stood, Jeonghan allowed for the water to drag him down with each step you took. All the pain he had overcome when he had first grieved the end of your relationship had come back again – only this time, images of what could have been began to flash before his eyes.

The house you two would never purchase, the daughter you two had once jokingly picked out a name for, the ring he never picked out, the dog you two had dreamt of adopting – they all stood dry at the sand while the waves continued to crash against him.

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin?

You were now half way down the aisle, your eyes remaining trained on the man who waited at the end with tears flowing quickly down his face – except unlike Jeonghan's tears, his were out of pure happiness.

Jeonghan wanted to look away; hell, he wanted to make a run for it – but he couldn't.

He promised.

He had broken his promise before, and he had regretted this since – he didn't want to break another.

Even if it pained him.

As you reached the very end of the aisle, he felt his body hit the sea floor – no longer fighting for a chance to hit the water's surface.

There was no reason to.

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cheeseceli · 1 month

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Summer with you

Pairing: Lee Know × Gn!Reader (established relationship)

Genre: fluff, short drabble, almost non existential angst

Prompt: "I loved you for three summers now, honey, I want them all"

Warnings: none? Let me know if I missed any

A/n: honestly I thought this was very cute, pls do let me know what you guys think! | Join the 1k event

Minho never really liked the summer.

The dancing routines would become more tiring, he would constantly feel like he's sweating and it's just very uncomfortable overall. He liked the winter way more than the summer.

Funnily enough though, he met you in the sunny season. You were radiant: glowing skin with a shiny smile. It was almost as if you were a sunray personified that came down to earth just to say hi. And just like he would usually despise the heat, he thought he was fated to hate you.

That never happened though. Pretty much the contrary. Your presence would slowly melt him, in the most positive way possible. You were the light he had been denying but desperately needed.

Interesting how most of the milestones in your relationship happened in the summer.

The first one was when he met you. At first, he didn't give the encounter much importance. You were just another person in his life. Maybe even a temporary one. Just like the summer, one day you would go away as well. But you didn't.

You were there for every single thing. For the celebrations and the losses, for the smiles and tears - for him. He felt like he was experiencing the sneak peak of true love. And his curiosity was awaken, wanting to know what it could be like if he just stuck around for a little bit more.

For the first time, he didn't think the cloudless and bright blue sky was annoying to his sight. He thought it was rather pretty.

The second summer was when you both became an official couple. Without a single doubt, that period became the beginning of a life where Minho had a reason to smile every day.

The amount of dates intensified and he got to see you pretty much everyday. Picnics, walks to the park, pool dates and travels to the beach were often in his life. He felt like living an eternal holiday whenever you were around.

For the first time, he didn't think the heat was suffocating. He thought it was rather welcoming and warm.

The third one was when you argued for the first time. It was a very bad fight, making you both refuse to see each other for a whole week, be it for the pride or the pain.

He felt lost during this whole period. That's when he found out that during the time he got to know you, he became a sunflower while you were his sun. He followed your glow. Without it, he didn't know where to go. That's what made the hug he gave you after that one week be the tighest one you ever received.

For the first time, he missed the sun he thought he'd rather not have.

And now, on the first day of this summer, he was going to ask for your hand. Maybe he was being too eager. Three years of knowing each other and only two of those dating was probably too early. But when he kneels down in front of you saying he wants to spend every future summer with you and you say yes, he swears he could feel the sun shining above just a little bit more.

He's excited to know what next year's summer will bring to you.

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winterlovesong1 · 2 years

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congrats on the milestone bb, so proud 🥰

Maria thank you so much for being such a supportive fandom friend <3

Recommending everyone go read four years later - a nace fic Maria wrote that is ASTOUNDING. I reblogged it, but here's the link so you can take a look a this wonderful gem of one bed, fake marriage, and will they won't they tropes (spoiler: they will)

winter's 200th milestone celebration

#winter's 200th milestone celebration

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⁂Early life:

Princess Visenya Targaryen of Runestone was born on the last day of the year 90AC, at her mother's ancestral home.

The newborn child was named after the Conqueror Queen, Visenya, by her father and anointed by holy oils seven days after her birth at the Sept-by-the-Sea in Runesport.

Queen Alysanne, who held the child during the ceremony is noted for having remarking that ‘the girl has all of Viserra’s beauty, but Alyssa’s temper’ to which the King is said to have answered ‘Gods be good’.

As Princess Visenya grew, her parents continued to battle, using the young girl as a pawn in their conflict, with both parents appealing to the King and Queen to take their side on occasion.

During her early years she grew especially close to her natural born brother, Orys Stone, the illegitimate son of Prince Daemon by Lady Rowena Royce, Lady Rhea’s older third cousin. The young boy was brought into Lady Rhea’s household in the year 90AC, following the passing of his mother.

From the age of five, her parents’ estrangement was permanent, with Prince Daemon returning to the Crownlands and Lady Rhea and their daughter remaining at the Vale. After royal intervention it was agreed that the Princess time was to be split between living in Runestone with her mother, and between the Red Keep and Dragonstone with her father, alternating during the seasons, summer and winter was spent on the Vale, while spring and autumn in the Crownlands, special celebrations were shared.

Her education appears to have been strict and somewhat old-fashioned, thus, in addition to her studies, Grand Maester Runciter notes in his journals, she was taught spinning and weaving and had an innate talent for weaving intricate tapestry. From the year 92 forward, Visenya, who had been betrothed to her newborn cousin, Prince Aerion, was expected to become Queen Consort, and her education reflected it. Her betrothed passed away in his cradle two years later, and Visenya was then betrothed to his newborn brother, Prince Aelor.

Her tutors at the time, Maester Adelin, Archmaester Vaegon and Master Petrarca of Volantis, regarded Princess Visenya as an extroverted, lively, highly intelligent, and strong-willed girl. Prince Daemon was reported to be proud of her horsemanship and marksmanship.

Because of her outstanding intellect, and his blunt favoritism, King Jaehaerys named Princess Visenya as his cupbearer in the Year 96AC, at the age of six.

The young princess often was allowed to discuss the classics, philosophy, and the affairs of state with ambassadors and envoys visiting the court of Jaehaerys. Moreover, she was personally acquainted with the painters, musicians, writers, and scholars who lived in and around the royal court.

Princess Visenya if often considered one of, if not, the best educated women of her generation.

The year 96AC marked another milestone for Princess Visenya: on the eight moon of the year, the young princess bonded and became the first rider of a she-dragon she named Huraxes. The same dragon that as a hatchling had been brought to Princess Daenerys Targayen. Huraxes had pearly scales and iridescent wing membranes, with pale and pinkish flames. The princess was allowed to bond with the she-dragons by royal decree after falling ill with a bolt of Spring Fever that nearly took her life.

Matches for Princess Visenya started being discussed by the Small Council, brought up by the Lord Hand. Thought Visenya was heiress to the largest fortress in the Vale and to the Ladyship of Runestone, it was argued that as she was a Princess of the Realm, the matter of her marriage was a prerogative of the King, which infuriated Prince Daemon, who at the time occupied the seat of Master of Law, the Grand Master agreed that such line of thought might anger the Vale, as the Princess was highly regarded by her people and her second cousin, the Lady Jeyne Arryn. Lord Corlys suggested his own son as a match for the princess, four years her junior, most likely to tie another dragonrider to his house. His Grace put down all talks of marriage for his niece, agreeing that such was the right of his brother and good sister to choose her match.

For the celebration of his niece's fifteenth nameday, the king ordered seven days of celebrations, with a tournament and grand feasts. The Queen's absence was noticed, excused as Her Grace was in the early stages of her final pregnancy, and Visenya was allowed to sit in the seat usually reserved for the consort; she was crowned Queen of Love and Beauty by the Dornish Ser Eldric Dayne, the Star in the Morning.

Since the Princess's return to court early in the spring of 104 AC, Visenya had caught the king’s eye, and it is reported that Viserys and his niece have become very close, spending hours each day in each other's company, promenading in the gardens, hunting in the Kingswood, and dancing together during feasts and balls.

The king is said to have spoiled his niece with lavish gifts, including presenting her with a manse in King’s Landing, a country estate crossing the Blackwater Rush and later a sea palace in the Reach.

⁂Marriage and Queenship:

After the death of Queen Aemma Arryn in the Year 105 AC, Princess Visenya, aged 15, became the 2nd wife and Queen Consort of her uncle, King Viserys I Targaryen. Their betrothal was announced a month following the queen’s passing, and a private ceremony was held three months later in Dragonstone.

It was a scandal at the time, as not only the King’s new marriage was announced a moon after the late queen’s passing in childbed, but it had also been rumored for some time that Viserys and Visenya had been lovers.

More salacious tales propagated by the fool Mushroom during the Dance of the Dragons tells of the princess sitting on her uncle's lap during feasts, kissing him shamelessly, and nibbling his fingers sensually as he fed her like a beloved pet; of the king fondling her breasts in public, and announcing to his courtiers that he and his niece would retire to make love. These have no contemporary support, with Septon Eustace calling such tales absurd and slanderous.

Over the matter of his marriage to his niece Viserys claimed that the marriage was in the public interest and ordered a grand celebration for the occasion of his new queen's coronation, to happen after the end of mourning period for Prince Baelon. Visenya was the first Queen Consort crowned in a separate ceremony from the reigning King. During the occasion the apparent advanced state of the queen's pregnancy caused a new wave of rumors that Visenya had been the King's mistress while the queen was still alive and that their child was conceived out of wedlock.

In their more than two decades of marriage, Visenya and Viserys had fourteen children, all survived into adulthood, something that the maesters attribute to the queen’s management of the nursery. Visenya’s role as a mother was glorified throughout the realm, their young new queen’s obvious fertility was seen, by the smallfolk and nobles alike, as both a bless from the Mother and a sign from the gods. With the birth of her twin girls, Princess Viserra and Princess Rhaelys, coins were issued, portraying her as the Mother, an allegory that would repeat itself many times for the remaining of her husband’s and son’s reign. If in her maidenhood, as a young princess, Visenya posed as a model for sculptures of the Maiden, in motherhood and queenship, she was now the Mother.

Although it was not the norm of the age, and in fact, apart from the late Queen Alysanne, no other queen receive such a honor, King Viserys granted Visenya a seat on his Small Council, leaning on her for advice on varied subjects due to his respect for her opinion and good judgment. She became a formidable figure with far-reaching influence during this time. According to some sources, her influence was such that Queen Visenya effectively ran the government alongside the Hand of the King.

In the year 115AC, around the time of her stepdaughter’s wedding to Ser Leanor Velaryon and in the years that followed, the Queen Consort started to work and put her own trusted people in ever higher positions to strengthen herself and her sons through them.

Visenya acted as her first husband’s regent after his health decline, sat in her eldest son’s war table following Viserys’s death.

⁂Personality:

Some historians have contended that to some extent she deserved her negative reputation propagated by her stepdaughter following the death of King Viserys I, despite the inaccuracies of the claims that she was sexually disreputable or regarding the legitimacy of her children, other criticisms of her were valid: she was ambitious, proud, obstinate, and masked her cunning behind a sweet-toned voice and flawless manners.

Princess Rhaenyra described her as a woman of reckless extravagance and wantonness, who seduced a grieving man, and whom the King nonetheless loved passionately and faithfully. It is widely known that those part of the Black Court of the Princess of Dragonstone took to call the queen ‘the King’s Great Whore’ and ‘Lady Concubine’, however always away from both the queen and the king’s ears as well as her supporters, further spreading the rumors of an extramarital affair while the late Queen Aemma still lived and questioning the validity of the legitimacy of their children. Despite rumors spread on her sons legitimacy supported by the queen's supposed lasciviousness, all of Visenya’s children resembled those of her lineage.

In her youth, Visenya was celebrated as ‘the most beautiful creature in the world’ and that there was ‘nothing lacking in her that the most beautiful girl should have’. Ser Alyn of Hull would reflect later in her lifetime that regarding her appearance ‘there were few women who could compete with the Queen in her prime’.

Visenya was fiercely independent, a trait she shared with her mother. Mellos described her as having ambitions to match her pedigree. However, Archmaester Gyldayn notes that Visenya was fully aware that a woman in Westeros could not hold power in her own right. Instead, Visenya orchestrated the rise of her sons.

Capable of acts of extreme ruthlessness, she, in contrast, was also able to demonstrate uttermost kindness and charity.

⁂Issue:

At four and thirty of age by the time of their weeding, Viserys was already considered in his middle age. The union however proved itself to be a happy one, and together they had 14 children, nine sons and five daughters.

Visenya had been taught the importance of receiving an education and came to play an extensive role in her children' education, resulting in the creation of a "superior breed of princes."

Queen Visenya was know to call her children her 'precious jewels', and took great pride in all of them, she was particularly close to the princesses Alyssa and Elaena, however it is said, that from all her children, her favorite was Prince Aegon.

edited on 11/04/2024

#house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #it's pro team green #kinda #viserys married his own niece #so she's team red #she's the bitch people accuse alicent of being #the children are there in essence #Aemond is the same #mostly #hotd #viserys targaryen x oc #viserys targaryen x reader #tyland lannister #fuck viserys

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Fate (Gojo x Fem! Reader)

(TW: blood, death, depression)

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The bustling routine of caring for Tsumiki and Megumi had brought a profound sense of fulfillment you hadn't realized was missing in your life. From escorting them to school in the mornings to late-night homework sessions and cooking their favorite meals, your days were filled with the sounds of their laughter and the warmth of their presence.

As the higher-ups demanded most of Satoru's time, you had naturally become the main caretaker, ensuring their days were filled with love, nurturing, and the simple joys of childhood. The joy of being a family filled your home, even during those moments when Satoru's responsibilities kept him away.

Over the years, your unwavering commitment ensured that Satoru was present for every significant milestone in Tsumiki and Megumi's lives. Whether it was a birthday party, a school performance, or a holiday celebration, you orchestrated these moments with meticulous care, ensuring that they were filled with happiness and joy.

As Christmas approached, you took it upon yourself to create a festive atmosphere in your home. Decorating the tree, wrapping presents, and transforming your living space into a winter wonderland became cherished traditions.

One particularly delightful tradition involved Satoru dressing up as Santa, much to the children's amusement. Though they were well aware of his true identity, their laughter and smiles when they saw "Santa" brought an undeniable magic to the holiday season. Your efforts were dedicated to ensuring that Tsumiki and Megumi had as many fond memories as possible, no matter the circumstances

The passage of time was evident in the changing seasons, and now, eight years had slipped through your fingers. The once-bitterly cold snow had given way to the gentle warmth of spring. May flowers bloomed in abundance, casting a colorful tapestry across the landscape.

Around your dining table, the atmosphere was festive, and you joined together in singing "Happy 15th Birthday" to Tsumiki. The years had transformed the little girl into a young woman, and as you celebrated this significant milestone, you couldn't help but reflect on the beautiful journey your family had been on together.

Amidst the cheerful ambiance of Tsumiki's 15th birthday celebration, you gently posed the question as you cut the cake, a soft smile on your lips. Your husband, Satoru, leaned in eagerly, as always, ready for a slice, or maybe more.

Tsumiki's thoughtful eyes met yours as she replied, "I wished that things could stay like this forever." Her words struck a chord deep within your heart. In that moment, everything else faded away, and the world felt like it had come to a halt.

With Tsumiki and Megumi by your side, you and Satoru had woven a warm, loving home, despite the trials and tribulations. And that was the greatest wish you could've asked for – a future filled with unconditional love and happiness.

As you gently kissed Tsumiki's cheek and placed a piece of cake in front of her, you reassured her with love in your eyes. "It will, I promise."

Watching your family enjoy the cake, you couldn't help but feel a profound sense of hope wash over you. As the birthday celebration continued, you couldn't help but notice the subtle unease in Megumi's eyes. It was clear that something had been weighing on his mind, and with the family gathered around to enjoy the cake and festivities, he finally mustered the courage to voice his concern.

With a hint of nervousness, he leaned over the table, fiddling with his cake fork, and finally asked the question that had been bothering him. "You're going back to work in a month, right?"

Meeting Megumi's gaze, you could feel the depth of his worry. You understood his concerns well. It had been a while since you had been actively involved in sorcerer duties, and he didn't want you to get hurt when you returned to the field. Beneath his apprehension, there was a strong desire to become a capable sorcerer like Satoru, not only to protect himself but to ensure that you and Tsumiki could have a peaceful life, free from the dangers of the jujutsu world.

With a warm smile, you reached over and placed your hand on his, a gesture of understanding and reassurance. "I know you're concerned," you responded. "But remember, I'll only be working with Shoko at the school, and it'll be for only four hours a day. Most of the time, I'll be home, taking care of you and Tsumiki.”

Your words carried not just reassurance but a deep understanding of his feelings, making him feel acknowledged and supported in his concerns.

As Satoru reveled in the festivities and savored the delectable cake, he couldn't resist the temptation for a third helping. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he reached for yet another slice while playfully teasing Megumi. “Worried about Mom, huh?"

Not one to let such remarks slide, Megumi swiftly snatched the cake away. "You should be worried about getting diabetes, old man," he replied with a sly grin.

Satoru began to put on a dramatic performance, exclaiming, "[Name], my darling, do you see how he—" However, you cut him off before he could continue.

With an affectionate chuckle, you addressed your husband, "My love, I'm not the food police, but Gumi's right. You had an entire sundae, three pastries, and two chocolate bars. No more for you tonight." Your gentle laughter filled the room as Satoru pouted playfully, while Tsumiki, seeing the playful interaction, pat his head before bringing her own plate into the kitchen.

As you and Satoru exchanged amused glances, the sound of Tsumiki rinsing her plate in the kitchen and Megumi clearing the table drifted through the room. It was these simple, everyday moments that had become an integral part of your lives.

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Your footsteps felt heavy as you walked down the cold, sterile hospital hallway, each step echoing the dread building within you. The attending physician, a solemn expression on her face, led you towards a single room at the very end of the hallway. The white walls, the scent of antiseptic, and the distant hum of medical equipment added to the overwhelming feeling of unease.

As soon as the door to Tsumiki's room closed, leaving the two of you alone in the sterile, unnerving environment, you couldn't contain the wave of emotions that washed over you. You collapsed into a chair by her side, your trembling hands reaching out to hold hers. There she lay, comatose because of a sinister curse that had taken her away from you.

The knowledge that there was nothing you could have done to prevent this tragedy weighed heavily on your heart. A deep sense of guilt gnawed at your very core. You had made a solemn vow eight years ago to protect both Tsumiki and Megumi, and now, seeing her comatose form, you felt like you had failed her.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you reached out to gently hold Tsumiki's hand. Her frail, motionless presence seemed to magnify your own helplessness, and you couldn't help but speak softly through your sobs. "I'm so sorry, Tsumiki. We promised to keep you safe“ pausing as a soft sob escaped past your lips,“please wake up my baby, we need you.”

Your apology and plea carried the weight of your love, your pain, and your overwhelming sense of responsibility. Each word trembled with the sadness and despair you felt at that moment. Your tears fell like a torrential rain, and you clung to Tsumiki's hand as if your grip could somehow transfer your love and strength to her dormant form.

In the still, sterile hospital room, your voice echoed, a haunting symphony of sorrow and hope. You yearned for the day when Tsumiki would open her eyes, and everything would be okay once more.

A soft, hesitant knock echoed through the room, granting you a brief moment to regain your composure. With a trembling breath, you opened the door and came face to face with a six-foot-tall man. He was dressed impeccably in a sharp black suit that exuded an air of authority and formality. As you closed the door gently behind you, your heart raced in your chest, and a sense of trepidation loomed over the encounter.

"The Special Counsel has determined that Megumi Fushiguro is now of an age to attend Jujutsu High full-time. They send their regards and condolences for Miss Tsumiki’s current state but since she is comatose, you are now required to start working full time. I'm here to escort you to the aircraft. All the mission details will be provided on the plane," the man gruffly informed, his words heavy with an air of formality and cold detachment.

Your voice quivered with desperation as you argued with the man. "I understand he's old enough for the school, but his sister just fell into a coma, and I'm their guardian. They both need me," you pleaded. As the tension in the argument escalated, you cast a frantic glance down the hall, spotting Megumi and Satoru approaching. Your desperation deepened as the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on your shoulders.

You locked eyes with Megumi, your maternal instincts screaming at you to rush toward him, to make things better for both him and his comatose sister. Before you could act on that impulse, a vice-like grip on your wrist stopped you dead in your tracks.

The man's face remained as stern as a stone fortress, his grip unyielding, as he spoke, his voice cold and unemotional. "I comprehend your concerns, but this is not a matter of choice. You will come with me." His words bore down on you like an unmovable mountain, leaving no room for argument or negotiation.

The tension in the air grew thicker, your desperation increasing as the seconds ticked away. You couldn't stand the unyielding grip on your wrist or the man's cold demeanor. Your frustration reached a boiling point as you hissed, "Fuck off, my kids come first," and with a quick, assertive motion, you managed to slip out of his hold.

As you passed by Satoru to reach Megumi, you locked eyes with him. In that fleeting moment, you saw a fire burning in his gaze, a smoldering rage that simmered just beneath the surface. Satoru, usually so composed and charismatic, was livid. The fact that some unknown figure had dared to lay hands on his wife had ignited a fury within him that threatened to consume everything in its path.

His clenched jaw and the intensity of his stare spoke volumes, a silent promise that he wouldn't let this indignity go unpunished. The air crackled with the unspoken message that the man who had touched you would soon face the consequences of provoking the wrath of a protective and furious Satoru Gojo.

Adrenaline coursing through your veins and a flicker of fear danced in your [e/c] eyes, but you steadied yourself with a deep breath, shifting your focus to Megumi as he approached.

Your concerned gaze swept over him, making sure he was alright before taking his hand in yours. "Ready?" you asked, your voice gentle and reassuring. He silently nodded, and together, you stepped into the room.

As the door clicked shut behind you, you could feel Megumi's tension instantly. Holding his hand, you gently squeezed it, guiding him to the chair right by his sister's side. The sterile hospital room felt heavy with uncertainty and tension, your hearts racing.

Then, a hurried knock at the door sent another jolt of anxiety through you. With a determined yet tearful gaze, you locked eyes with Megumi, your voice trembling as a whirlwind of emotions threatened to engulf you.

"Megumi, I promised you two would be happy with us, and I promise we'll find a way to break the curse," your voice quivered, a torrent of sorrow and hope intermingling.

Your tears flowed freely as you continued, "I... I'm so sorry, but I have to go now." Your lips pressed against his forehead in a final, loving kiss, and you held him in your arms one last time. "Satoru will be here for you. Lean on him, please. I love you both, Gumi," you whispered, your voice heavy with the immense weight of the moment.

As you pulled away, your eyes remained locked with his, a deep well of sorrow and affection in that parting gaze. Reluctantly, you let him go and stepped out of the room, leaving the two siblings alone, the pain of separation echoing in your heart.

With the door closing behind you, you were met by the burning intensity of your husband's fury, a fire you had never seen in him before. His eyes blazed with anger, and the air around him crackled with tension.

Satoru's seething rage threatened to boil over, and you knew you needed to intervene to prevent a dangerous confrontation. Stepping between him and the stranger, you asserted your authority with unwavering determination.

"I am [Name] Gojo," you declared in a voice that held both power and resolve, "and I demand five minutes with my husband before I leave on this mission."

Your words hung in the air like a challenge, and with a firm yet gentle grip, you took Satoru by the wrist and led him to a nearby empty sitting area. The tension in the room was suffocating, and you knew it was time to address the anger and turmoil that threatened to consume you both.

In the dimly lit corridor of the hospital, you reached out, your hands trembling as you grasped both of Satoru's. Tears streamed down your face as you looked into his eyes, your voice quivering with fear and desperation.

"I know, I know," you began, your voice shaking with the weight of the moment. "I know I don't need to tell you this, but please, please watch over them," you pleaded, your voice breaking as he pulled you into a tight embrace. His strong arms wrapped around you, providing a brief moment of solace in the midst of turmoil.

"I will, you know I will," Satoru reassured you, his voice a comforting anchor in your storm of emotions.

You pulled away slightly, trembling from the anxiety coursing through you. "I can't fight this; they've made their decision," you admitted, desperation evident in your voice. "Something's not right about this, Satoru, I can feel it. I just—" You glanced at your watch, the seconds ticking away relentlessly.

Time was running out.

"I love you, Satoru," you whispered, your voice trembling, tears freely flowing down your cheeks. As you spoke, he gently cradled your tear-stained face in his hands, pulling you into a passionate, desperate kiss. “I love you too," Satoru whispered, his voice filled with raw emotion, his eyes locked onto your [e/c] eyes, which glistened with unshed tears. "You are my everything, so please, come home," he pleaded, his love and anguish vividly displayed in his expression.

"I will, I promise. I love you, my darling," you reassured him, your voice filled with determination and affection. You placed a chaste, lingering kiss on his lips before turning away, the weight of your duties pressing down on you, despite the tumultuous emotions that threatened to overwhelm your resolve.

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You sat in the car, your mind numb, as it transported you to the airfield. Upon arrival, you were swiftly ushered onto a private jet. The plane was nearly empty, save for a pilot and a stewardess. In this solitude, you found a strange sense of solace amidst the maelstrom of emotions that churned within you.

The aircraft's engines roared to life, but the journey remained quiet, which was somewhat of a relief. The absence of conversation allowed you a moment of respite, even though the heaviness of your thoughts weighed you down throughout the flight. The silence mirrored the emptiness you felt without your husband and the children you had grown to love so dearly

As you peeled off the sweat-soaked clothes, your racing heart and trembling hands revealed the gravity of the situation. The realization that you'd have to leave your husband and two beloved children behind in the midst of this crisis gnawed at your every thought.

The hot water in the shower was a deluge of both cleansing warmth and the cruel reminder of the world you were being forced back into. The jets of water pounded against your body, a stark contrast to the tenderness of your last moments with Satoru and the kids.

Once you were clean and dressed, a hot meal and a thick dossier were placed in front of you, but they might as well have been bricks. You pushed the food around your plate, eating mechanically, knowing that you needed sustenance for the ordeal ahead.

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"Rural Minnesota?" you mumbled, your voice laden with dread as you skimmed the dossier. The details only reinforced your anxiety. The mission was not only challenging but also deeply unsettling.

As the vehicle ascended through winding mountain roads, lush green trees and towering peaks surrounded you, creating a serene and breathtaking landscape. The breathtaking scenery was a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling inside you.

Deeper into the mountains you ventured, your stomach coiled with anxiety. You held an unshakable confidence in your abilities, but you couldn't suppress the dreadful feeling that began to creep in when the entrance of the mission site finally appeared on the horizon.

Exiting the vehicle, an overwhelming sense of déjà vu washed over you as you surveyed the desolation of the town. It felt like a haunting mirror of what you had read in the report detailing Suguru's heinous acts. A shiver ran down your spine, and a deep-seated dread began to gnaw at your insides, but you forcefully pushed those haunting thoughts aside.

The town seemed like a ghostly remnant of the past, frozen in time. It was a place where no more than a thousand people could have lived, yet as you cautiously moved through the abandoned buildings, there wasn't a single soul to be found. The heavy silence was punctuated by the ominous echoes of past horrors, intensifying the growing drama and unease that clung to the air.

As you made your way through the desolate neighborhoods, you froze in place, fear paralyzing you. There, right before your eyes, was an SUV that looked exactly like the one your younger siblings had been driven away in. It was as if a ghost from your past had materialized, sending a chilling shiver down your spine. Your breath quickened, and your pulse raced with an overwhelming sense of fear, your mind racing with the horrifying possibilities that lay ahead.

Your legs moved involuntarily, propelled by sheer terror, as you sprinted toward the home. The moment you pushed past the broken front door, the pungent, metallic smell of blood hit you like a tidal wave, assaulting your senses. The very air was saturated with a thick, ominous dread that squeezed your heart in a vise.

The sight that met your eyes was a nightmare. Your younger siblings and their parents lay slaughtered before you. Their lifeless bodies, bathed in crimson, bore the cruel marks of violence. Instinctively, you rushed to their sides, heart pounding with a desperate need to save them, but you knew deep down that it was too late. Your healing abilities were powerless to reverse the horrors that had been inflicted upon them

Tears flowed like an unending river down your cheeks, blurring your vision as your anguished cries reverberated throughout the house. Each sob felt like a searing, relentless ache in your chest, threatening to tear you apart. As you wept uncontrollably, the bitter taste of betrayal stung your tongue. "This was never supposed to happen," you thought, your silent lament echoing in the shattered, blood-stained room.

The weight of broken promises from the higher-ups bore down on you, intensifying your torment. The world around you seemed to blur and distort as you grappled with the overwhelming sense of despair, your hope shattered like the lives that lay before you.

A chilling realization crept over you, sending a shiver down your spine. As you surveyed the scene, a subtle sense of dread washed over you. It became clear that the remnants of malevolent curse energy lingered in the air, like ominous fingerprints left behind in the aftermath of a calculated and sinister plan.

Examining the wounds on the lifeless bodies, it was evident that they were purposeful, precise strikes that had taken place with meticulous intent. It was as though they had been waiting for you to draw near, lurking in the shadows, and then, as soon as you had gotten closer, their fatal strike had been executed with ruthless efficiency. The revelation that they had murdered your family the moment you approached the scene filled you with a chilling sense of vulnerability and dread.

An overwhelming numbness enveloped you as you painstakingly checked through each home. It was as if the world around you had turned into a bleak, nightmarish tableau. Every single living being, without exception, had met their demise within the confines of their homes. The calculated brutality of the acts weighed heavily on your soul, and you found yourself unable to fathom how this unspeakable horror had come to pass.

With mechanical movements, you trudged through the desolation, your senses dulled by the sheer magnitude of the tragedy that unfolded before your eyes.

The town, once teeming with life, now lay in utter desolation. The perpetrators had orchestrated this gruesome massacre with eerie precision, knowing that you would eventually arrive on this grim scene.

As you ventured toward the outskirts of the town, the gnawing numbness persisted, rendering you incapable of fully processing the magnitude of the catastrophe that had unfolded. The unrelenting shock and disbelief left you suspended in a world where the unfathomable had become reality.

As you meticulously scoured the nearby forestry, your movements deliberate and cautious, you suddenly encountered an unfamiliar adversary. Two grotesque branches jutted out from its eye sockets, like twisted, malevolent antlers. The sight was a macabre fusion of horror and surrealism, a manifestation of power that transcended the bounds of nature.

Fear coiled tightly in your chest as you gazed upon this grotesque visage. It was a moment that defied explanation, an embodiment of the unknown. In that instant, you knew that you were confronting a formidable and enigmatic force that had the power to unleash your deepest fears and disrupt your resolve.

Intrigued yet wary, you initiated a conversation, your voice laced with tension. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

They met your gaze with an eerie calmness and then, without a word, unleashed their abilities. An overwhelming sense of déjà vu surged through you, the delicate blooms twisted into a malevolent force, exuding a mesmerizing aura that left you dazed and disoriented.

The very air seemed to blur, and your senses were overwhelmed by the suffocating aroma. As the insidious power of these petals took hold, you struggled to maintain your focus and direction. Everything became a distorted and disorienting whirl, your senses swimming through a fog of confusion. Your movements faltered, and your mind felt as if it was slipping away. In that bewildering moment, it seized the opportunity to escape, leaving you with a lingering sense of dread.

The dense forest seemed to close in around you as you continued your search for your assailant. With every rustle of leaves and every whisper of the wind, your heart raced faster. The sensation of being hunted was unsettling, and you couldn't shake the fear that this creature was toying with you.

No matter how hard you tried, they remained elusive, an almost ghostly presence in the woods. With a sinking feeling, you realized that returning to the vehicle was your safest option. Engaging in a confrontation with an enemy you couldn't even locate would only lead to further danger. As you retraced your steps, a nagging unease weighed heavily on your mind. You knew Hanami was cunning and intelligent, and underestimating them would be a grave mistake.

You retraced your steps back to the sleek, dark sedan that had brought you here, a heavy heart weighing down every step. Despite your best efforts to glean any hints or leads, the malevolent forces behind this gruesome scene had left no trace except for the harrowing tableau they'd wanted you to witness.

As the luxury black sedan began to glide away from the scene, you settled into the plush leather seats with an eerie detachment. The lavish interior, once a symbol of comfort and prestige, now felt incongruous with the haunting images etched in your mind.

Your own appearance had been neglected in the relentless quest for answers, and as you finally spared a glance at yourself, a mixture of blood and dirt clung to your garments. The sight brought an unsettling realization of how deeply you'd been affected by the horrors you'd just witnessed.

With a numbed sense of detachment, you stared at the stains on your clothes and the blood-drenched shoes, each mark a testament to the unspeakable tragedy you had encountered. Despite the relative comfort of the vehicle, the overwhelming sense of numbness and despair lingered, like an indelible scar on your soul, leaving you feeling adrift in a world irrevocably altered.

Despite the soothing embrace of a hot shower and the comfort of fresh clothing, it felt as though the vivid memories were inescapable. No matter how fervently you scrubbed, their bloodstains persisted, a haunting reminder of the horrors you'd witnessed.

Your stomach churned with a relentless sense of nausea as you gazed down at the gourmet meal elegantly presented by the stewardess. However, you couldn't bring yourself to take a bite, pushing the tray aside. Your gaze drifted to the window, where the serene clouds sailed by, but your vision blurred as tears welled up in your eyes.

The last moments with them played on a loop in your mind, and a sense of unbearable sadness overcame you. You had made promises, you had given your all, you had followed their every instruction, and yet it seemed that fate had cruelly betrayed you.

The weight of that perceived failure bore down on your heart, and you couldn't hold back the silent sobs that wracked your body as you curled up into a ball in the plush, lush seat, the tears tracing the contours of your profound, heartbreaking sorrow.

Dark circles had found a permanent home under your eyes, constant companions in the wake of relentless insomnia. The haunting images of the lifeless bodies and the resurgence of past traumas left you tossing and turning throughout the flight, despite the lush queen sized bed they had prepared for you. Every restless moment served as a cruel reminder, etching deeper lines of anguish on your face.

With a mechanical, almost numb demeanor, you disembarked from the jet as it touched down in Kyoto. The somber weight of your mission loomed heavily upon you, and you were quickly ushered away to face the enigmatic higher-ups. They sought answers, but they couldn't possibly fathom the turmoil within you.

As you were whisked away to provide your statement, your every movement seemed robotic, a mere echo of your once-vibrant self. Anguish simmered just beneath the surface, your eyes reflecting the torment that had become your constant companion.

They ushered you into the meeting room, where a large, imposing table stretched out in front of you. The seats surrounding it were occupied by members of the special counsel, expressions veiled and inscrutable, their unspoken disapproval was palpable.

Your eyes darted around, searching for Satoru, but the clock on the wall showed a time that was far from convenient. It was evident that they had purposefully arranged your early arrival, depriving you of his support.

As the questioning began, the council's interrogation was relentless. They demanded details of the mission and the horrors you had encountered, their skepticism hanging heavy in the air.

"I assure you, the account I've given is the truth," you responded firmly, your voice unwavering in the face of their doubt. Still, deep down, you longed for Satoru's reassuring presence, his unwavering support, and the strength he had always provided you in moments like this.

The council members peered at you, their eyes carrying a weight of skepticism. One of them spoke with a stern tone, "You said that the curse you encountered had intelligence. Is that correct, Mrs. Gojo?"

You nodded, your voice unwavering as you responded, "Yes, it had killed the townsfolk and purposely killed my siblings and their parents last in anticipation of my arrival."

As you spoke, you couldn't help but feel the weight of the memories and the trauma resurface, but you took a deep breath to steady yourself, determined to convey the truth to this disapproving council.

The council members exchanged glances as they processed your testimony. One of them inquired further, "You stated it possessed a technique similar to your own?"

You felt anger simmering within you, but you kept your composure as you answered, "Yes, it fled by subduing me with an effect similar to my flower field."

Your voice remained steady, but a spark of frustration danced in your eyes as you recounted the unnerving encounter.

As one of the council members tried to wrap up the questioning, you couldn't contain your own inquiries any longer, a simmering intensity laced your voice as you interrupted him.

"How did you people let this happen?" You darkly questioned, your gaze piercing each of their faces in turn.

Your accusation hung in the air, leaving an uncomfortable silence in its wake as they struggled to find a response. The council members started with a cold acknowledgment, "We give you our condolences for your loss and understand how you feel."

Emotions surged within you, and you couldn't contain your frustration. "There's absolutely no way in hell you could ever understand how I feel!" you seethed, your voice trembling with a mixture of grief and anger. "I left my home country and everything I knew behind for the safety of my siblings! You promised me they would be safe."

Suddenly, without your notice, Satoru quietly entered the room. His presence, though unnoticed by you, represented a reassuring figure in the face of the dispassionate council.

"We ensured they went to a safe and happy home. There was no way for us to predict that a curse spirit with high intelligence could target that exact town," one council member explained.

"You were one of the only ones who knew their whereabouts. I left them to come here so they could be better off," you cried, your voice quivering with anguish, a small trail of blood trickling down your nose.

"Mrs. Gojo, you need to calm down," one council member attempted to soothe you.

"Don't tell me to calm down!" you screamed, the weight of their deaths, Tsumiki's condition, and all the accumulated stress finally settling in. Your legs gave way, and you stumbled, but Satoru rushed to your side, catching you in his arms. The emotional turmoil and the physical strain had taken their toll on you.

Your body, unable to contain the emotional and physical toll, began to betray you. Blood steadily trickled out of your nose, dribbling past your lips and chin. Your cheeks flushed with a feverish warmth, and your eyes were glazed with distress. Satoru looked down at you with deep concern, understanding the gravity of the situation.

As your condition rapidly worsened, your husband Satoru was beside himself. His deep concern for your health mixed with the anger he felt toward the special counsel. The realization that they had deliberately made him late for this inquisition, preventing him from being with you when you needed him most, infuriated him. His usually calm and collected demeanor gave way to an uncharacteristic storm of emotions.

The council, though concerned about your well-being, was met with Satoru's wrath. "You manipulated this situation. Your petty games and power plays have consequences. If anything happens to her because of this, there will be no place for you to hide," he seethed.

With that, Satoru, maintaining his composure, gently cradled you in his arms, determined to get you the medical attention you needed.

The journey to the medical facility was torturous for both you and Satoru. Clutched in his arms, your fever raged on, and in your delirium, you repeated the same words like a heart-wrenching mantra: "They're dead... They're dead..." Each utterance felt like a stab in Satoru's chest, a reminder of the pain you were enduring.

As he held you close, Satoru couldn't do anything to alleviate the torment you were experiencing. All he could offer was his unwavering presence and the hope that the doctors could provide some relief.

However, as the miles passed, your voice grew weaker and more strained until finally, you went limp in his arms. Your exhausted body surrendered to unconsciousness, and all Satoru could do was press a tender kiss to your forehead and hold you as tightly as he could, vowing silently that he would help you through this unimaginable ordeal.

It took three agonizing days before you regained consciousness. When you finally awoke, it was not in the comfort of your home but in a sterile, unfamiliar hospital room. The dim, artificial lighting seemed to mirror the heaviness that had settled upon your heart.

The memories of the tragic events in that town had taken a toll on your spirit. The loss of your siblings and the cruel manipulation of the special counsel had left you profoundly depressed. Satoru, who had been tirelessly at your side throughout your ordeal, now watched over you with deep concern.

The vibrant, lively person you once were seemed to have faded, replaced by a heavy-hearted version of yourself. The days moved sluggishly, punctuated by silent tears and a crushing sense of despair.

Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you aimlessly wandered through your once-beloved apartment, its empty rooms now serving as a constant reminder of what had been lost. With a heavy heart, you found yourself sitting beside the closed bedroom doors, one labeled 'Tsumiki' and the other 'Megumi,' each a portal to your pain.

You couldn't bring yourself to enter either room. The special counsel's decision had become an unshakeable weight on your soul. Tsumiki lay motionless in the hospital, trapped in a seemingly endless coma, while Megumi was consumed by his demanding studies and training.

Frustration, sadness, and a sense of profound helplessness filled your thoughts. Your anguished dialogue, whispered to no one in particular, echoed down the empty corridor outside their rooms, a testament to your anguish. "I can't believe this... I thought things would be different," you choked out, the grief heavy in every syllable. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you continued, "I miss them so much."

The house was eerily dark and quiet when Satoru returned home, an unusual hush that sent a chill down his spine. His heart sank as he ventured further inside, and the sense of foreboding only deepened when he discovered you curled up in front of the kids' bedroom doors. Tears had left their indelible mark on your cheeks, evidence of your heart-wrenching anguish.

Satoru's footsteps grew heavy as he approached you, the very air weighed down by the unspoken grief in the room. He gently knelt beside you, his hand tenderly brushing a strand of hair from your tear-streaked face. Your body had finally succumbed to exhaustion, allowing you to rest even in the midst of this tragedy.

The silence was broken only by the soft sound of your breathing, and the atmosphere was laden with tension, sadness, and an overwhelming sense of despair. As Satoru gazed upon your form, he couldn't help but feel the weight of the world pressing on his shoulders, the thought of the happiness you all once shared seemed like a distant memory.

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