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randomw07writes · 2 years

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Day 1 - Music

It’s @dennorweek yet again, so here I am with yet another au crafted specifically for the event! And this time, it’s a fantasy one!

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Word count: 2.7k / Warnings: none

Eirik = Norway / Mathias = Denmark / Dagfinnur = Iceland

"One... two... three!"

The child didn't even have time to yelp before her shoulder was put back in place. His hand still clasping her arm, Eirik let a trickle of magic seep underneath her skin, to pool around the joint and ensure it wouldn't dislocate so easily in future. There. All done. The moment he let go, she immediately started to swing her arm in circles, cautious at first, before gaining momentum, a grin spreading across her face as she realised the action caused her no pain.

"You fixed it!"

He smiled at her. "I told you I would."

"Yeah, but it didn't even hurt! How do you even do that?"

"Years of training. Now," he turned serious, "you need to be more careful with your games. I might not be so gentle the next time you hurt yourself going places you shouldn't."

There was far more he could add, but time was ticking. His patient gulped, glancing down at her feet, before excusing herself with hasty apologies and promises that it wouldn't happen again. She was out the door before he even had time to blink. Well, hopefully that meant the warning would sink in. Eirik wouldn't actually go through with it, but the city children didn't know that. Still, the less injuries brought on by stupidity he had to tend to, the more magic he could spend on people with life-threatening illnesses.

He yawned, stretching his aching limbs. Festival days were exhausting. Far more carelessness in the air than usual, which meant far more people coming to see him. First it was the children, bursting into his clinic with tears spilling down their cheeks, showing him dislocated shoulders, sprained ankles, and bloody scrapes that would take him only seconds to fix. Then came the elderly, dizzy with heat exhaustion at best, and the adults who had tripped over something, somehow managing to break a limb in the process. Finally, once the moon had risen, he tended to the idiots who had chosen to play with fireworks, dealt with the cases of alcohol and food poisoning, and fought tooth and nail to help those who had found themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And tomorrow wouldn't be much better. He would be visited by patients whose limbs had swollen up overnight, with gashes that desperately needed stitches - the type of injuries that looked fine under the shadow of the moon, but come morning light, had become medical emergencies. Then there were the panicked youths abruptly made aware of the potential consequences of their careless night of passion, the anxious parents whose child had swallowed something they shouldn't have, the overworked vendors who had come to beg for something that would give them enough energy to last the day... No doubt about it, festival days gave Eirik the worst headaches.

The door swung open. He turned to greet the new patient, only for his words to die in his throat as a steaming mug was slammed on his desk. His brother glared at him.

"Take a break."

Ah. He must have been working longer than he thought. He clasped the mug with two hands. Coffee, his favourite. And was that ginger he could smell? He took a sip. Yes, it was. And there was something else in there, too... Moonleaf, was it? Well, that was unexpected. Did Dagfinnur think he was that exhausted already?

"Thank you. How many in the waiting room?"

"Enough for me to handle." His brother frowned. "Seriously, you've been working nonstop the past five hours. Don't tell me your head isn't killing you."

Eirik held his tongue. That was exactly what he had been about to say. Taking another sip of coffee, he let his awareness of himself unfurl. Almost immediately, the aches and pains he had been withholding from himself let themselves be known. His neck ached, his back ached, his stomach felt hollow with hunger, and his head was throbbing. He gritted his teeth. The moonleaf would get rid of the headache. It was a fast-working plant; already the throbbing was becoming more and more intermittent. His other aches could simply be pushed to the back of his mind a little longer.

"I'll be fine. You should be out enjoying the festival."

"I have been." Dagfinnur rolled his eyes. "Now go on, get that down you and then shoo! Take a couple of hours to clear your head. If I need you, I'll send Mr Puffin."

There was no room for argument. Eirik sighed. His brother could be annoyingly stubborn when he wanted to be. Who did he get that from? Downing his mug in three gulps, he pulled himself to his feet.

"Alright, you win. Don't let anyone die in my absence."

He didn't wait around for a response.

Although the waiting room was busy, the cobbled street was quiet. That was comforting. Although Dagfinnur was perfectly capable of taking over for a few hours, there were always people trying to skip the long wait, marching up and demanding they be seen immediately. And whereas Eirik could determine who needed his help the moment with just a gentle prod of his magic, his non-magical brother could only rely on what he saw and was told. Easy, then, for him to feel overwhelmed.

Still, Eirik sternly reminded himself, Dagfinnur was a grown man now. He would be fine. And he always had Mr Puffin if anything went wrong.

His stomach growled, more loudly this time. The moonleaf may quickly be ridding him of his headache, it wouldn't fix his hunger. Best make finding a bite to eat his first priority, then.

Fortunately, this wasn't a difficult task. Stalls had popped up in every street, selling anything from quail stuffed with garlic, onions and tomatoes to strips of smoked pork coated in honey and spices that were eaten wedged between two slices of bread. Eirik quickly decided on a bowl of chicken broth, paying extra for a few steamed potatoes and leeks to be dumped in it. He walked past the long tables and benches people had gathered on, from which they were shouting and cheering at one another as they exchanged tidings from around the realm, eager to make new friends. Instead, he slowly made his way through the streets, savouring his meal with every step.

The music festival was by far one of the most anticipated in the realm. On the first full moon following the summer solstice, the King and Queen hosted the Musician's Ball, where only the best musicians were invited to perform. Consequently, a few days before, hopefuls flocked to the capital, where they performed for the people in the streets, praying they would make a good enough impression that they receive last minute invitations. Nowadays, the event had become a lot more localised. Many chose to perform in their home towns, while others made the long trek to the capital but with the sole purpose of earning a few extra coins.

Regardless, the city was heaving. Crowds filled every street and square, a slow-moving procession that trusted you not to be in a hurry. It was rare for people to stop and listen to every bard or musician they passed - most based their judgment on how many were gathered around them and what kind of music they were playing. And the bard who seemed to have attracted the largest audience was the one by their local baker's, who was singing a famous war ballad.

Eirik drifted closer. Unsurprisingly, there were a lot of soldiers and guards here. Excitement sparked in him as he spotted some green tabards among the brown of the city guards and the red of the King's Guards. He swept his gaze over the scattered Queen's Guards. Mathias should be working right now, but you never knew... There! His heart soared.

His husband was listening to the ballad in rapt attention, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. Eirik immediately carved a path through the crowd to stand beside him, bumping their shoulders in silent greeting. Mathias spared him a puzzled but delighted smile before turning back to the bard. A tale of loss and heroism filled their ears as Eirik finished the rest of his broth.

The ballad ended on vow to remember the soldiers they had lost, dwindling to a few sorrowful notes before stopping entirely. Once the applause had died down and the crowd dispersed, Eirik waited for Mathias to toss a few coins to the bard before discarding his empty bowl in one of the containers that had been placed all over the city to prevent littering. With both hands now free, there was nothing preventing his husband from entwining one with his.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here! I thought you were working all day?"

"I should be." He pulled a face. "Alas, Dagfinn convinced me to take a break. I take it your shift starts later than planned?"

Mathias winced. "Yeah. Last minute changes. Captain put me on the night shift instead. Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about. You know I'm busiest come nightfall."

"I know." A gentle squeeze of his hand. "Just... try not to overwork yourself, okay? You need sleep just as much as the rest of us."

Sometimes, it really was as if not one of his loved ones trusted him to know the limits of his own body. Eirik made sure his sigh conveyed just how exasperated he was by their constant nagging.

"You're even worse than Dagfinn. Now come, where haven't you been yet?"

Thus, they strolled through the city, content to explore the festival at their own pace now they were together. Every now and again, they would stop to listen to a song in its entirety, making sure to toss some coins in the tins the performers had left out. A lot, Eirik noticed, had been left for the musicians to plan themselves. There were no allotted placed; they had to arrive early if they wanted the best spots. Some performed on doorsteps, others in alcoves... There were even a few who had negotiated with locals and merchants in order to use their balcony. Some had brought a small platform with them, while others carried nothing more than a wooden stool. A couple had thought to leave benches out for their audience, although the majority seemed to think no one would mind standing. It was a clash of tastes and styles, one you wouldn't find anywhere else.

Not everything played was original. A rendition of the Coronation of King Antonio filled every street, as did The Lady Turned Queen. Although each bard gave them their own spin, most war ballads told the same story, and there were only so many ways to share the tale of the capital's foundation or the unification of the seven provinces.

Not everything involved history, either. His friend Feliciano was sharing a rhyme that told of various herbs and their uses in medicine. The two exchanged a greeting as apprentices and children alike tried to repeat in that same sing-song tone of voice. Unfortunately, what sounded melodious frim Feliciano's mouth could only be monotonous from theirs. No doubt the healer had plenty of original love songs to perform at the ball this evening, but it warmed Eirik's heart to see him choose songs that might save some lives here, if his audience could remember them.

Lord Bonnefoy wasn't here to charm anyone, either. His enmity with Lord Kirkland, Sorcerer of the Court, was no secret. And since Lord Kirkland had some say in the list of invitees, not once had Lord Bonnefoy been permitted to attend. As an act of rebellion, the man chose to make a nuisance of himself every year. This year, he had chosen a bend in the road to sing a variety of humorous songs with lyrics so filthy, they made Eirik's stomach churn. Mathias, however, ever the Queen's man, laughed out loud as they walked past, winking at the troublemaker as he tossed him a few coins instead of telling him to stop. Needless to say, Lord Kirkland wasn't particularly popular with the guards.

There was no sign of the stars the ball yet. Then again, perhaps they were saving their voices for later. Eduard Tamm and Lady Katyusha were the only musicians with the privilege of receiving an invite without ever having had to perform in the streets. Their pieces were far more musically complex than what was sung to the people, telling abstract tales only the highly educated could hope to understand. Eirik had been lucky enough to listen to Lady Katyusha sing only once, back in the days when his parents had hoped he would wed her younger sister, and never had a composition given him such shivers. Those attending the ball were fortunate indeed.

The couple emerged onto the Great Square, where the crowd finally thinned. The market place had been rearranged to allow for dancing, with a large stage now home to what appeared to be a rotation of bands taking up a quarter of the space. Those who weren't dancing were perched on nearby benches, pints of ale in hand as they cheered the dancers on. Currently, an upbeat jingle had people skipping as they tried to follow the steps of one of the trickier regional dances.

Mathias spun on his heel, facing his husband with a grin. "Fancy a dance, love of my life?"

Eirik rolled his eyes. The overly dramatic nickname had originally been used to mock the dull romance novels he had been forced to study as a teenager; somewhere along the way, it had become a genuine term of endearment. Still, as embarrassing as it may be, Eirik found his husband's ability to say such sappy things with a straight face charming.

"Only if you drop that ridiculous nickname." He swept his gaze across the dance floor. "And I'm leading. You can trample my feet all you like in private, but let's at least look like we know what we're doing in public."

"But I'm taller than you," Mathias had the nerve to pout.

Eirik sighed. "Darling, you're an inch taller than me."

"Two inches."

"Would you like a dance or not?"

Mathias did want a dance. In fact, Mathias wanted multiple dances. During the upbeat tunes, he let Eirik lead without further protest, not even when his husband spun him around before passing him on with noticeable glee to some poor fellow who he positively towered over. He got his own way during the more gentle melodies, however. There weren't that many ways to mess up slowly swaying in circles, after all.

They weren't an openly romantic couple. Held hands and the odd chaste kiss were as far as their public displays of affection went. That didn't stop Mathias from holding Eirik close, his breath tickling the healer's neck as they swayed to the melody.

They only stopped when the sun had traversed the sky far enough for it to be considered mid afternoon. Although Eirik wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the day with Mathias, he had responsibilities to attend to. Thus, he suggested they find a water fountain instead of stopping at one of the drink stalls that popped up during every festival. Mathias might still have time to sleep the alcohol off, but Eirik needed to be perfectly sober for the work he did.

"Mind if I walk you home?"

"Only if you promise not to dawdle."

"When have I ever dawdled?"

Hand in hand, they headed back to the clinic, this time letting the diverse music wash over them in a disjointed symphony. Eirik couldn't help but smile. This was nice. He almost felt like a teenager being walked home by his boyfriend at the end a date, even if it was the middle of the day and not late at night. Funny, only experiencing these things now they had been married for five years and together for fourteen. Had he been a more emotional man, he may have mourned those lost years. But as things stood, he was simply glad he could experience them now.

"What are you smiling about?"

Eirik didn't bother with an answer. The tender way he squeezed Mathias' hand and rubbed the ring around his finger said more than enough.

#hetalia #dennor week 2022 #hws norway #hws denmark #aph norway #aph denmark #dennor #my writing #I'm really running behind schedule so I'm probably going to be a bit late with my other entries #so sorry about that

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bardicious · 2 years

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LMAO. BLOCKED a person today for suggesting that I should unblock people (whom I've forgotten the reason for blocking). NO. FUCK OFF.

#Bardicious Personal Entry #omfg why am I getting dumb bitches coming to me lately? seriously wtf?#Im not your mother? Im not going to coddle someone who's pissed me off #I'm not going to teach you how to accept people's boundaries #I am not responsible for you #Neither is anyone else on this site - stop fucking places responsibility of your life on other people - STRANGERS #I was going to respond to the reblog #but honestly - I looked at their blog and noticed they were just replying to people who set their boundaries in blocks #holy fuck - go fuck yourself #Another pro tip - Im not your therapist - so kindly back off #sorry yall I'm fucking irritated #the nerve

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chuluoyi · 5 months

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the secret wife

- nanami kento x reader

follow the first years�� misadventures as they find out that apparently, the infamous 7:3 sorcerer is also a dutiful and loving husband in private!

genre/warnings: crack, fluff, the first years are simply chaotic, an attempt at humor, gojo cameo (he’s so insufferable), mentions of pregnancy, nanami being the best husband there is

note: based on an anon's suggestion, this is a spin-off to love entries' wife (so gojo is married to love entries reader naturally!) this is full chaos and crack omg so sorry and isn't proofread bc i’m kinda tired so pls forgive any mistakes and my dry humor :')

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On one fine, sunny day, which was supposed to be a calm and relaxing afternoon...

“Hello? Yuji—”

Megumi could've sworn, they weren't usually this nosy.

“Gojo-sensei! It's urgent!”

Call it indulgence, because Nobara's curiosity just got the better of her.

“Oh? What's—”

“Does Nanamin have a wife!?”

And Yuji... well, he just needed answers, because the three of them were now in the ‘Mom and Baby’ section of department store, having just witnessed a monumental sight of their esteemed mentor, Nanami Kento—

—with a remarkably stunning woman hanging onto his arm.

“Huh?” Gojo's confusion was evident from the other line. Oh, yeah. Yuji had decided to cut to the chase and call him too, hoping for a swift clarification.

Okay, so why were the trio—plus Gojo on the speakerphone—hiding behind a pillar just to spy on Nanami and his very possible wife? Let us rewind 30 minutes before...

Yuji considers himself to have an exceptional eye and taste for women.

And 30 minutes ago, when he fell on his butt on the rough, hard asphalt in the jammed Shibuya crossing after accidentally getting shoved by the crowd, and encountered a kind, vivacious older woman—you, who extended a hand to help him up, he was even more convinced of that.

“Are you alright, Itadori-kun?” your soft voice entered his ears, catching him off-guard, and Yuji was certain of two things then.

One, that you were just like a literal angel descended from skies above, all dolled up and pretty with your flowy sundress.

“Ah, uh—” he stammered, eyes darting everywhere and anywhere at once as his palm started sweating after clasping your hand. “I-I am…”

And two, for the life of him, he had no idea who you were.

But it registered late in his mind to ask as he was busy controlling his ragged breathing and instant crush, and before Yuji knew it, you graced him with another kind smile and went on your way.

And did he feel so miserable afterwards.

. . .

“She’s sooo hella pretty, Fushiguro! And she knows me! Me!”

Megumi sighed, eyeing his friend in disgust. Truthfully, all he wanted was to return to the dorms and collapse onto his bed, and not listen to his friend’s incoherent ramblings.

"You sure you weren't imagining things?" Nobara questioned with slight irritation. "After you embarrassed us in front of Gojo-sensei's wife a while back, please think more before you act."

"I'm not, I swear! She said my name!"

"Itadori, can you please just not?" Megumi grumbled, having enough of this ruckus. "I want to walk back in peace."

And so tucking away his pout, Yuji walked in silence just as his best friend asked, and he was really going to leave it at that when suddenly he caught the sight of a familiar pristine coat and the sundress from earlier. “Oh?”

"Isn't that Nanami-san?" Nobara also spotted him, her eyes widening when she saw you, who was happily beaming as well as Nanami's light chuckle. "And wait, who is—?"

"That's her!" Yuji burst out, pointing decisively in your direction. "That's who I was talking about!"

Oh, no. Megumi dreaded it already. He could already see the utter catastrophe—

"I'm going after them!"

"Wait, Itadori! Me too!"

Too late. Before he could stop them, Nobara and Yuji had followed the pair. Reluctantly, Megumi trailed behind them too, albeit wearing a vexed scowl. Yet despite his misgivings, he couldn't deny that the things he saw over the next 30 minutes were genuinely unexpected.

Nanami consistently led you to a quieter spot away from the bustling crowd, his hand holding yours firmly. He would occasionally throw you a smile, or when you didn’t hold hands, then he’d wrap an arm around your waist. And to the trio's bewilderment, they also saw him tenderly brushing his lips against your head while on the escalator.

Soft and gentle. It was a side of Nanami Kento they had never witnessed—either with anyone else or even himself.

The two of you ventured through home appliances, visited food stalls, and eventually... the ‘Mom and Baby’ section.

"Do you want to rest for a bit?" Nanami's voice held a touch of concern as his hand settled on the small of your back, and seeing that, Nobara positively swooned.

"Oh, no, I'm fine," you responded with a reassuring smile. "Let's head over there. I'd like to see that next!"

Watching you and Nanami meticulously going through strollers and cribs like a pair of would-be parents was apparently too mind-blowing for Yuji and Nobara, leading to the decision to call Gojo right then and there. And, as they say, the rest was history.

"Last I heard, Nanami wasn't married," Gojo answered resolutely. "If he is, then it's the ultimate betrayal because he never told me!"

"But we see him with a woman! At mother and baby care section!"

Gojo hummed in thoughtful manner. "Okay, students. Now I'm tasking you to see this to the very end! Keep me on the line!"

With that, Operation: Uncover Nanami's Wife was officially underway, and frankly, the way the three of them were clumsily tailing the 7:3 sorcerer made Megumi want to facepalm. How was it that Nanami hadn't noticed their rather conspicuous attempts at all?

Now you were fawning over baby clothes, cutely trying not to squeal as you picked a little blue and yellow overalls. "Kento! Kento! Look, how cute!"

And all of them were floored once again when the expression on his face softened, as a warm smile adorned his lips. "Yeah, they are."

"Is she pregnant? She doesn't look it..." Nobara remarked, squinting and frowning, still watching the two of you like a hawk.

"Or maybe they're shopping for someone else?" Megumi suggested, earning teasing grins from Yuji and Nobara, to which he quickly rolled his eyes, as they chorused, "Looks like you're curious too!"

After a while, you moved from the clothes to sections stocked with mother's necessities. Yuji leaned against one of the racks, pressing his ear against it, with Nobara and Megumi crowding behind him, attempting to catch a snippet of your conversation with Nanami.

"I think we should get some heat packs and these pillows—"

"Oh, Kento! You're such a worrywart, I still won't need them for a few more months—"

"Wait, what?" Yuji whipped his head around in surprise, causing Nobara, who was leaning on him, to stumble and inadvertently collide with the racks.

"Eh? Huh!?"

Unfortunately, the racks weren't sturdy enough, and the force caused them to sway dangerously. Nobara, sensing her imminent fall, instinctively grabbed Yuji's arm to steady herself. However, he got tugged instead and their combined weight exacerbated the situation, leading to the racks quickly toppling over and a deafening commotion ensued—

Crash!

"Careful!" Nanami immediately pulled you behind him, a protective arm around your shoulder, sensing your shock from the sudden crash. He was on high alert, expecting some sort of attack of cursed spirits, but instead, he was met with the most astounding sight of the bickering culprits amidst the fallen racks.

"Kugisaki! What are you doing!"

"You dumbass! Why didn't you stop me from falling?!"

"Itadori-kun...?" Nanami called out in utter disbelief, his mind couldn't fathom as to why the first years were here. However, his attention quickly shifted to Megumi, who was seething and sending his friends a glare so hard it could drill a hole into them.

Then, the boy swiftly fixed himself into a low bow in front of him, ashamed, disregarding Yuji and Nobara's groans altogether. "Nanami-san, I'm very, very sorry on their behalf."

"What are the three of you doing here?" he inquired, and poor Megumi seemed at a loss, huffing as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of where to even start.

Meanwhile you were full of worry for the fallen kids. "Oh my gosh, are you alright?"

For the second time today, you tried to help Yuji to stand on his feet, and this time, he really had a good look over you.

It wasn't exactly noticeable due to how loose your dress was, but now he could see that under it, your belly was slightly rounded—an unmistakable baby bump.

Amidst his shock and pain, Yuji couldn't bring himself to take your hand as he inadvertently let this slip, "N-Nanamin! You knocked her up!"

Nanami blinked. You gaped. Megumi and Nobara went pale in sheer horror, ready to murder their friend on the spot for his extreme height of rudeness.

“Itadori-kun,” Nanami cleared his throat then, and if he was offended, then he chose not to show it. “First of all, I’m sorry for not introducing you sooner. This is Y/N, my wife, and yes,” his tone hardened slightly, “She’s carrying our first child.”

“S-so you are married!”

“Yes, that was what I—”

“What the hell?! NANAMIIII!”

Oh, the freaking phone. After his fall, Yuji’s phone ended up on the floor, and of course, Gojo did hear all of the entire madness, evident from how his voice blared from the phone.

Nanami frowned, unwittingly reaching out towards the phone. “Who—?”

“NA-NA-MI!" Gojo screeched in righteous exasperation, and the former immediately pulled away from the phone with a cringe. “How could you?! I invited you to my wedding! Are you a hermit or something—how could not tell anyone!? Didn’t you say I can officiate—”

“I said no such thing. Please refrain from saying outrageous things, it’s both annoying and misleading,” Nanami stressed, growing more irritated by the mere sound of Gojo's whining voice and feeling his patience waning rapidly.

"Aren't we friends?! How—!"

"Should I find you instigate one more of this... shenanigans with the kids, I won't hesitate to report you to Yaga and your wife," he interjected then with clear irritation, and right that second, Gojo shut himself up.

Yuji, Nobara and Megumi couldn't help drawing that one conclusion in wonder: So, that's what Gojo-sensei is afraid of.

Nanami swiftly ended the call with a flick of his finger, returning the phone to the still mystified Yuji. Turning back to the trio, Nanami's irritation simmered as he glanced at the mess of broken goods on the floor, as well as noticing the approaching clerks.

"You three..." Nanami started, his voice rising slightly, unfaltering even as the three of them flinched. "Do you realize what you've done? Are you so idle that you can ditch your assignments?"

"Kento, don't be too harsh," you rebuked, placing a hand on his arm with a frown on your face. Nanami sighed, looking over the situation once again. It was a whole rack of baby necessities destroyed; plates, glasses, and whatnot scattered across the floor.

Nobara bit her lip in anxiety. “Oh my god, who's going to pay for all this damage?” She could already imagine the staggering amount this mess would cost. This is worth millions, anyone can go bankrupt.

There was only one person who can and will. Immediately, both Nanami and Megumi turned to her with a shared resolve.

"Gojo," Megumi blurted.

"He will be charged for everything," Nanami added with spite.

Epilogue

"You just love those kids, don't you, Kento?"

That night, when both of you were ready for sleep, Nanami had one hand caressing your still growing belly, and you teased him with a chuckle.

"Huh?" your husband looked at you in mild confusion as he stopped stroking you. "What do you mean?"

You giggled again. "You said to put it on Gojo's name, but in the end, you were the one who covered the damages first."

Nanami huffed lightly. "That's because I can't get the kids in trouble. But mark my words, I'll make sure Gojo pays up later, by force if I need to." He made a face when he remembered just what a massive bill it was. "That's too much money to be spent carelessly. We have our child and our future to consider."

"You're always like that," you sighed fondly, taking his hand and placing it back to the swell of your belly. "Always on the first line of defense for the students." Your smile widened. "It makes me think... just how lucky our kid will be with you as their father."

"On the contrary, I'm counting my blessings that they'll have someone as soft as you for their mother," your husband retorted with a smile, kissing your temple. And your heart melted into a puddle by his affectionate gesture.

"That's too sweet... ah, yeah," suddenly, you were reminded of a critical thing. “Kento, have you ever considered telling everyone else that we're married? At least to people at school?”

Nanami always wanted privacy for safety reasons most of the time, and you understood that, but seeing that Gojo and the first years knew already, you thought it might be the best time to let everyone know.

"I honestly don’t see the need to, why?"

"People like Gojo are confused—"

Your husband rolled his eyes then. "Don’t worry, dear. People like Gojo exist to spread the word so we don't have to."

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themuseoftheviolets · 1 year

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just signed up for ENEM again. this is fine i'm fine (i'm about to have an anxiety attack)

#i had signed up back in 2021 when i was in my last year of high school but i never took it bc depression #and my plan was to take it next year but lately i've been feeling like i'm wasting my life #so i impulsively decided to take it this year #and i can't bail out of it again bc this year i had to pay the registration fee which was literally 85 reais which. fuck #well. lets hope my brain isn't completely rotten #i mean i have five months until the exam so at least i have time to study but i am not confident #but maybe it'll be okay and i'll get a good grade and i'll be able to go to college next year and hopefully i'll get a job soon #so i won't feel like a complete failure who isn't going anywhere in life anymore #sorry for the vent i just needed to get this out my chest and i don't feel like i can talk about this with anyone irl so. tumblr diary it is #diary entry

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lucidfairies · 6 months

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money [a.a]

pairing: ceo!abby x secretary!reader

synopsis: when you finally land the job of your dreams, you had no idea what your boss would be like. and damn, no idea you conjured could've done her justice.

warnings: top!abby, bottom!reader, age gap (reader is in her 20s, abby is in her early 40s), cunnilingus (r/a receiving), strap (r!receiving), praise + degradation, mommy kink, dirty talk, manhandling, pet names (sweetheart, sweet girl, angel, baby, whore, slut)

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it wasn't everyday that you landed a job with one of the most well known law firms in washington. for now you were just a secretary, someone to sit outside of an office and take calls, but your hope was to work your way up to one of their lawyers.

you had little prior experience with being a secretary, but it was just enough to get you this gig. the building was large, and the office you were to assist was on one of the highest floors, naturally where the head of the firm was.

you knew her, abby anderson. incredibly talented lawyer who even won over a supreme court case. though you hadn't met her in person, you were exhilarated to meet her. she was who you dreamed to be, especially by her age.

it wasn't until your third day, when abby was finally in the office, when you got a glimpse of what working here would actually look like. abby showed up in a well pressed black suit, armani logo drilling into your eyes like a laser, making you feel all that underdressed.

"do I know you?" she asked when you knocked gently on her office door and went in. she truly didn't mean to be rude - her son had been sick for three days and she was feeling it now - but you didn't know that. you automatically assumed she was an asshole, and that threw you off.

you cleared your throat, meeting her eyes and immediately shifting them again. she was intimidating, almost scary. "I'm y/n. I'm your new assistant." she looked you up and down, gaze still burning your skin, and the corner of her mouth turned up to a smirk.

"great. I take my coffee black, nothing in it. there will be a card on your desk that you can charge it to every morning. get yourself something. I expect you to leave before I do, as I stay late. by any chance, do you babysit?" your eyes found hers as you finally looked up.

"I mean, I can. I used to when-" she cut you off, uninterested in anything except the yes. you noted that for later.

"I might need you to pick up my son from school every couple weeks. not often, and certainly not until I've run a background check on you." she wasn't hardly looking at you now, eyes flipping between her papers and computer. "did I miss anything?"

"no ma'am," you said, standing up and instinctively wiping off your skirt, though there was nothing there. suddenly you were back at your desk, waiting for calls and bookings to come in while trying to make sense of that interaction.

the next day you arrived late, but in your defense, the line at the coffee place was long and traffic was even longer, and now you weren't even sure that the coffee was hot. abby was there when you gently knocked on her door, allowing your entry with a low 'come in.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, there was really bad traffic and the line-"

"it's okay, sweet girl." your stomach flipped. yesterday, when your eyes knew nothing but the floor, you hadn't exactly taken in her appearance, but today. today.

today she was in a black turtleneck, sleeves right around the muscle in her arms that just made her look so, so good. her black slacks were tight at her hips with a belt, and they were hugging her legs so tight that you were sure the seam would rip.

her hair was pulled into a nice bun and she wore no makeup, not that she ever needed to. she had freckles, beautiful eyes. rings. she had rings, that she could put inside of you any day.

"I'll be on time tomorrow, miss." your gaze dropped again as you turned to leave her office. this was surely going to be nothing but torture for the following months.

two weeks later was the first time she asked you to stay late. you originally had plans, but the way your name dripped off of her tongue like honey made you immediately cancel them. she had asked you politely to pick up her son, and you even acquired her number from the ordeal.

dealing with kids was not your specialty, but abby's son was a delight. he talked all about his mom, some about his dad and it made you wonder if abby was single or not. she never wore a ring to your knowledge, not even on a necklace, and from your speculation she almost looked like a lesbian. maybe you were just dreaming about the end.

if you had taken your apartment and multiplied it by ten, it still wouldn't be half the size of abby's house. she truly did have money, if the armani suits and porsche didn't say that already.

an hour into your babysitting, which almost just felt like hanging out with a kid in a mansion, abby got home. she walked in, greeting you with the first real smile you had ever seen on her face. your brain malfunctioned when you gently placed her hand on your arm and pressed an innocent kiss onto your cheek.

you were blushing profusely, pupils blown, almost dizzy, all she did was kiss your cheek, a very normal way of greeting someone and you were fucked. abby didn't fail to see you run your fingers over the spot and look at them before quickly turning back towards the two of them.

abby lived for it. lived for the you drooled over everything she did, lived for the way that she was sure her fingers would look so, so good in your mouth... and she tried not to think about it. how could she, when her son was standing right next to her, trying to tell her about his day, and you. you just looked so innocent.

you were engulfed in her smell, the perfect balance of pine and amber and erotica. she smelled like five hundred dollar cologne right off the shelf of valentino. you wanted to smell like that, wanted to smell like that, wanted to wear her clothes and have everyone think that you were together.

"thanks for coming, sweetheart. I'll see you on monday." you looked at her with your brows knit, knowing you had work the following day, friday. "take the day off. you did something for me, and I'm repaying you. use my card and get something."

the amount of money she had to just throw around was so attractive to you. she was an independent woman who brought in millions every year and was letting some secretary she had known for three weeks let buy anything on a day off.

monday had arrived, and you had purchased nothing with abby's card, naturally. you weren't one to spend someone's money just because they had a lot of it, or because they told you to. she would've had to buy it for you to accept it, at that.

it was nearing eleven when abby called you into her office by your first name, instead of one of the many nicknames she always seems to use. "sit." she demanded as you stepped in, and you did so.

"is something wrong, ms. anderson?" she wasn't mad, but she was irritated. she told you to do something, told you to put yourself first and you didn't.

"I told you to treat yourself on friday," her gaze left her laptop and met your eyes. "why didn't you?" you blanked for a moment.

"I just.. I didn't feel right spending money that wasn't mine." she gave you a disapproving look, before getting up and coming around her desk to stand in front of you. in a matter of moments, one of her large hands was grabbing your jaw and forcing your head up to look at her.

she bent down slightly, lips grazing over yours, and you were sure she could feel how much your face heated up. "next time I tell you to do something, you're going to do it. understand, sweet girl?"

"I don't-" your pupils were blown and you were so desperate for her to press her lips just a bit closer, fill the gap and just let you have it.

"say 'yes abby'."

"y-yes abby." she let go of your face and went back to her desk, pretending to pay you little attention, but she was acutely aware of the way you pushed your thighs together and squirmed.

"you're dismissed. I expect to see a charge by the morning." you got up and hurried out, going straight to the bathroom. your face was burning up, and you could vaguely see an imprint from her hand.

you were meaninglessly circling the mall, trying to decide what to spend this newfound money on. obviously you wouldn't get something big and glamorous, no matter how much she seemingly wanted you to.

every time you walked, you seemed to pass victoria's secret. It seemed like it was calling you to buy something, and after that interaction with abby earlier, you decided that maybe you should treat yourself and went in.

you looked around for a while before finding a cute blue set, with embroidered, lacy flowers. it was nothing special, just transparent and high waisted, but it was speaking to you. suddenly you knew what you were wearing to work the next day.

- - -

you felt completely scandalous wearing a short little skirt over the lingerie in the morning, with a button down, where the first few buttons were unbuttoned. it was different from your usual dress pants and blouse, but it definitely did what you needed it to do.

work was as usual for the majority of the morning, and you were suddenly doubting why you wore what you did. there was no point, you were seriously delusional and seriously needed help. what kind of freak where's lingerie and completely inappropriate work clothes to work after one minor interaction with their boss?

that was until you got a simple email from ms. anderson herself, reading nothing but;

my office. now, please.

you cleared your throat, brushed out your hair slightly and adjusted your shirt before nonchalantly entering her office. you sat, observing the way she remained quiet for a moment before clearing her desk and turning her attention towards you.

“did you think I wouldn't realize?” she asked, cooly, with her eyebrows raised slightly. “I mean, props to you, you did as you were told. but I checked the card. I'm not the only one who can see the transactions on that card either, sweetheart.”

you were immediately red. who else could see them? “I didn't r-really think-”

“no, you didn't. I bet the men in my finances would love to see you dancing around in whatever you bought, wouldn't they, baby?” she was standing before you could think, hands resting on the handles of your chair. “why don't you show me, huh? I know you're wearing it.”

“I'm not- we can't do that here.” you looked around, though you knew no one would ever bother her and her office had no cameras. “we're at work, abigail.” there was a fast switch in her eyes, the way they went from cocky to wide, almost needy.

“fuck,” her head dropped into the crook of your neck before she ran her nose along your jaw. “say it again. please, baby.” her tone, the gentle pleading made any rational thoughts disappear from your mind. your hand wrapped around the collar of her button down and pulled her in gently.

“abigail,” you whispered, “I want this,” with that, her hands were everywhere, all at once. she was pulling you up, wrapping her large hands around your hips as she pulled you in for a harsh kiss. she was forcing you onto her desk, keeping her lips to yours as your bodies molded to each other.

she left your lips, finding a perfect spot on your neck and sucking. you gasped when you felt her hand undoing the buttons of your shirt and pulling it out of your skirt. you were grabbing her by her waist trying to pull her closer as she continued to mark up your neck and grab your tits.

when she finally pulled away from your neck, her eyes became wide looking at your lingerie clad tits. you slid your shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it, looking up at her as you began to unbutton hers. she didn't let you get very far before she was gently pushing you back until your back was against the cool wood of the desk.

she unclipped your bra and pulled it off, tongue immediately meeting your nipple. she bit it and you yelped, grabbing her shoulders. her large hand was messing with your other, tugging gently and kneading. "I love your tits so fucking much, baby.” she mumbled into your skin while she kissed down your stomach.

she left more hickies on your ribs, but you desperately needed her in one place. she was pulling your skirt down in seconds, pressing her tongue against you like it was nothing and watching you arch and moan. she was eating you out through your underwear for a minute, before you grabbed her hair and pulled her head up.

"take them off." she smirked, and her head tilted slightly to the side.

"who said you're in charge, sweet angel?" the nickname was new, but you fucking loved that she always called you sweet. you were something sweet to her, and that made your brain lag every time.

"abby please," you bucked into her, chasing friction. that's when you felt it; the large bulge in her slacks that you hadn't noticed earlier.

"feel that, baby? that's all for you." she pulled down your underwear slowly, tossing it in the pile of clothes. she spread your lips, watching slick connect and drip down your thighs. your face burned and you covered it, embarrassed. "uncover your face or I'll stop." you did as told.

she pulled a ponytail off her wrist and pulled her hair into a bun before pressing her tongue into your clit and licking a fat stripe. your head hit the desk with a thud, reveling at the feeling. she worked your clit, sucking it into her mouth and painting patterns with her tongue while she pressed a finger into entrance.

she used her free hand to hold you down by your stomach, since your squirming was messing her up. you whined when she added a second finger, not used to her thick fingers. "if you can't take my fingers, how am I supposed to fuck you with my strap?" you moaned at her words, loving the dirtiness of it.

she returned to your clit and you got loud when she curled her fingers up into the best spot, whimpering and groaning. she remembered the time when you pressed your fingers to your cheek in her house, and brought her unused hand to your mouth, tapping your chin lightly. "open your mouth and suck," she instructed, noticing your confused look.

you took two of her fingers in your mouth and sucked them, which shut you up. your stomach coiled, a warm feeling rushing between your legs before you could even mumble a word. it felt like you just kept coming, until she finally pulled away from your cunt.

"are you gonna give me another one, angel?" she was unclipped her belt while you caught your breath. "wanna fuck you all day." she pulled her pants and boxers down just barely enough to get her strap out. "flip over, ass up." you turned over, fucked out muscles aching.

she ran the tip of her strap between your folds, letting your wetness lube it up, then lined up with your hole. she pushed just the tip in, groaning at the way you took it so well and swallowed her in. "what if I just fucked you like this, huh?" you whined.

"please.. need more," you pushed your hips back slightly, trying to push her in further. she pulled out, simply pushing the tip back in.

"desperate fucking whore," she thrust in on the last word, bottoming out immediately. you whimpered, the strap stretching you far more than her fingers. "aw, baby, does that hurt?" she pulled out far and fucked into you again.

she started fucking you, deep and hard, until you were moaning and grabbing onto the desk, trying to stabilize yourself. one of her hands left your hips and grabbed your hair, wrapping it around her fist and tugging. "fuck.. abby- abs.. mommy,”

your eyes widened at the name, which came out unintentionally. she stopped momentarily before groaning and picking her pace back up rapidly. "call me that again." the tip of her strap kissed your cervix and bumped against your g-spot every time. her arm wrapped around your waist, flicking your clit.

"mommy.. m'gonna cum." you slurred, cock drunk and fucked out. she kept her pace, hardly changing anything except for the fact that she was louder now, finding the perfect angle to get the harness to hit her clit.

"just wait a second, my love,” you held it for as long as you could, but it became too much, and she was hitting just right. your mind went absolutely blank as your vision went white, a wave crashing over you as you came.

you could hear abby moaning, but you were still going, and unable to think of anything. “fuck baby, you make such a mess.” you relaxed your tense body and look over your shoulder at abby's soaked harness, pants, and desk.

“m’sorry.” she slowly pulled her strap out and unclipped it front her hips, letting you lay for another minute before she grabbed your hips and helped you flip over and sit up. “wanna make you cum, mommy.” you looked at her with doe eyes, watching her eyes darken.

“I already came, sweetheart. don't worry about me.” you brought your hand down to cup her cunt and she took in a sharp breath. you ground your palm against her clit and she groaned, shifting her stance from foot to foot.

you slid off the desk with wobbly legs and kneeled in front of her, pupils blown. “please mommy,” you ran your nails over her abs and under her boxer strap lightly, making her muscles tense.

“such a slut, aren't you? want mommy to fuck your face?” you nodded, pulling her boxers down to her ankles. her blonde bush matched her hair, and you noticed her happy trail that you hadn't earlier. “stick out your tongue, baby, be a good girl.”

you stuck your tongue out flat, not even getting a chance to lick before she was pressing her cunt to your mouth. she fucked herself on your face, gripping your hair tight and grinding fast. you gently pushed her against the desk, lifting one of her legs to your shoulder and leaving the other one down.

she must have loved the new angle, because she was moaning and grunting more than you had ever heard her. her clit was twitching and puffy, wet from your spit and her slick. she let out an involuntary whimper, and it was like music to your ears. “gonna c-cum on your f-fucking face, angel.”

her legs shook as she came, ans you spent the following moments licking all of it up. you pulled away and stood up, still shaky. she pulled her boxers and slacks up, moving towards the pile of clothes and handing you what was yours. “do you wanna get dinner tonight?” she stopped what she was doing to button up your shirt and zip your skirt.

“yeah, that's great.” she smiled, kissing you softly.

“you can go home if you want to clean up. I can take my own calls for a few minutes.” it was your turn to smile, grateful to get out of your uncomfortable, wet clothes.

“I'll see you tonight?” you asked, looking over your shoulder once you got to the door.

“pick you up at seven.”

a/n: part two? 🤭

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#abby anderson #tlou #tlou2 #abby smut #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #tlou modern au #lawyer #ceo #ceo au #maya writes

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pls let Simon hold that baby 🥺

Light on - single mom/neighbor fic Simon Riley/female reader 18+ mdni / mild suggestive content, mention of spanking - could be considered mildly dark and twisty

"Oh, you came!"

What? Yes, he came. You invited him, didn't you? Wasn't that... did he get this wrong? "Er, yeah... I thought you said-"

"I did, I did. Come in." You step to the side, allowing him entry into the hallway where the smell of something incredible lingers, pulling at the pockets of his cheeks. You can cook. Judging by the scent of roast chicken and herbs that fill the room, he knows immediately that you're better than the 'subpar' dinner you mentioned yesterday. "You just ah, seemed unsure. I didn't want to assume." His hand pats his pocket instinctively, seeking the mask, trying to fight the urge to pull it over his face, pleasantly surprised you don't seem off put by his face, or the fact that it's the first time you've seen him without it.

"I had some things going on today, wasn't sure about my schedule until a few hours ago." Lie. It's a lie, a bold faced one. He knew he'd be here from the moment you had rushed out the invite, offering to cook him dinner as he dwarfed you inside your cozy apartment, dead smoke detector batteries in his hand.

"Well, thank you for coming. And thanks for all your help yesterday. I couldn't figure that stupid thing out to save my life." You laugh, teeth exposed, easy and carefree. A shiver ricochets down his spine. Why you let him inside your flat the first time, he'll never understand. Maybe one day, he'll reprimand you for it. Chide you for letting a stranger inside your home, remind you to be more cautious. He would explain why you need to more careful, more observant of your surroundings, as his thumb rubbed away the fat tears falling over your cheeks, the result of him taking his palm to your ass a dozen times for the slip up. Can't be makin' mistakes like that, love. Not with it just being you and the baby when I'm not here- he'd tell you, make you promise not to do it again, soothing your tears with cool cream against your skin and gentle, but firm, reassurance.

You just need someone to take care of you, that's all. Teach you.

Emmaline makes a noise, a half babble, half cry, and it breaks him from his reckless daydream, bringing him back to reality in a matter of seconds. What is he thinking? You're his neighbor. He doesn't even know you.

"Thanks for inviting me." You're bent at the waist, hands pulling a roasting rack from the oven, perfectly cooked bird sitting on a bed of potatoes and carrots, and his stomach rumbles almost loud enough for you to hear.

"I owe you. That beeping would've kept little miss here up for hours." You jerk your head in Emmaline's direction, where she's fixated on you, mouth hanging half open. "Needs a few more minutes." You mumble to yourself, and then turn around again. "Do you want a drink? I've got some lagers, and a bottle of wine somewhere." Your fingers knot together, words on the tip of your tongue hopeful, almost... nervous, and you give him another smile, albeit this one is less confident.

"A lager would be good." He tries to settle you by being agreeable, and you produce two from the fridge, your fingers brushing against his when you hand one to him, skin warm and so, so soft, the kind of soft he's rarely felt, the kind that feels like silk against sandpaper. Yours against his.

"So, you said you travel for-" Your question is interrupted by a shriek, a demanding cry from Emmaline, her little fists waving in the air at you, like she's indignant about the redirection of your attention. You pick her up, yellow jumper bright against your red apron, and you shoot him an apologetic grimace. "I'm sorry, I was hoping she'd be down by now but, she's just been so fussy lately." You bounce her back and forth, cries quieting until she's just blinking at you with wet eyes, and the timer on the oven goes off. "Shit. Ah..." You look at her, and then look at the oven. "Can you, would you mind?" You extend your arms, Emma inside them, and he puts every piece of his training to use trying to control his reaction.

His heart soars.

His brain panics.

"Yeah, okay." He says, and you dip forward, pushing her into his arms. He knows how to hold a baby, held Joseph plenty, and she seems to agree, settling in against his chest, hands grabbing at his sweatshirt, tugging and trying to eat the fabric. She's light, lighter than he expected, but still sturdy, and when her lips shift into a gummy smile as she makes eye contact with him, he feels everything logical inside him shutting down.

Beautiful baby girl, and her perfect, sweet, angel of a mum.

He'll be keeping you.

He'll be keeping you both.

#peaches writes #light on #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #peaches asks #female reader

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