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from the stars did your kindness bleed through. — you are a spy, he is a sorcerer, a student in the very place you plan on betraying, but he doesn't know that, because he'll fall for you, the same way you fell for him.

tw/cw: reader referred to with she/her. angst with little fluff. hurt no comfort. spy! reader. spying. mentions of blood. minor violence. blades. suicide/ self harm. death. injuries. lowercase intended. author's first language isn't english. wc: 7.5K

note: riko told me to rival her 6.2k word fic, so i'm pulling up with this. (i got carried away) —masterlist

entry snippet, september 5th.

gojo introduced us to a new student today. she seems a little bit like me, but she isn’t, at least that’s what our unreliable teacher told us.she hasn’t interacted much with itadori or kugisaki, even after their pestering. i’m guessing it’ll take a while for her to get used to the new faces. not that it concerns me anyway…

the sun didn’t shine very brightly the next day. grey clouds covered the skies, the winds were getting colder, the once green leaves on trees were turning into a mixture of yellows and browns. winter would be approaching in just a few months, which meant they’d soon have those nights again, where they’d get permission to stay at each other’s dorms and have sleepovers while trying not to burn the kitchen down by making ominous hot chocolate for each other.

that morning when the trio walked into class, they were greeted by you absentmindedly staring out the window at the falling leaves. no concentration to any surroundings, considering you didn’t even look at them when they came in. yuji was the first one to say something, loudly greeting you a good morning, followed by your name, hoping to catch your attention.

you looked over to the trio, trying to take note of their expressions.

itadori yuji, who seemed excited, waving with his arm in the air and a grin as if you were worlds apart and you wouldn’t have seen him if he didn’t.

kugisaki nobara, who waved with a smile on her face. the perfect mix of crazy and calm, you think.

and finally, fushiguro megumi, who had his arm raised in an attempt to wave, but instead looked like he was raising his hand to answer a question. his expression showed nothing, something between irritated and ‘why am i friends with these people again?’

he reminded you of yourself… in a way. probably not what you were thinking about him, but something about him. maybe it was keeping interactions at minimum with people he didn’t know much about… yea. you’ll keep it at that.

the hyper duo had walked up to your desk before you finished processing your own thoughts. itadori slammed both his hands on your table, causing some of your things to vibrate upon contact.

“so, y/n, where are you from? what grade are you?” he asked.

“i’m from osaka, and i’m a semi second grade sorcerer.” lies spilled from your mouth easier than when you breathed around them the day prior. being a spy meant having to detach your identity as a person, which also meant having to create layers and layers of lies about who you actually were.

right before the cheerful boy managed to get another question in, the door of the class flew open, and gojo walked into class with nothing but happiness and positivity surrounding his aura… he was about to send all of you on a mission. you knew, even if it was just a gut feeling.

a loud clap followed by details of a new case confirmed your suspicions. a simple investigation in shinjuku about an unidentified curse that had caused deaths and disappearances of innocent civilians, as well as injuring numerous others.

“i’ll be leaving the rest of the details to our trustworthy assistant director ijichi! he’ll be waiting for you at the entrance.” gojo finished his ‘speech’ before hurrying all of you out the door.

“that gojo…” ijichi silently sighed before beginning the mission brief.

“your task is to only collect information from the residents in a specific area of shinjuku, mainly the offices around schools.” ijichi stopped speaking, only continuing after a brief period of silence. “If you happen to run into any high grade curses, please don’t try to challenge it.”

“my heart can’t take this type of stress anymore…” ijichi sighed.

the four of you began the mission shortly after, around 10am in the morning. you began by questioning some of the residents. a lot of them seemed nervous the moment anyone in your group mentioned the curse, some even running away from you. most of them didn’t have any information either.

when noon rolled around and your efforts weren’t bearing any fruits, the four of you decided to split into two groups. nobara with yuji, you with megumi. after the split up, you and megumi continued the search for anyone that might have had any type of intel. you never expected him to speak to you first.

“l/n, right? let me be straightforward about this. why did you join jujutsu high school?”

“to spy on you, obviously,” but you couldn’t say that.

“to help others,” another lie slipped past your lips.

“...did principal yaga actually let you pass the interview with that answer..?”

“no, but i doubt you’d want to listen to the speech i memorised to get in. he told me to stop before i finished it,” you sighed, remembering the amount of struggle you faced a few days before the interview. you had to ensure you had a 100% chance of getting into the school, or you would’ve been a failure as a spy. who the hell failed a mission before it even began?

megumi looked at you with a bewildered expression, though quickly shook the look off his face as you approached an ice cream vendor near one of the high schools.

“recently, less and less people have come by to buy ice cream. a lot of those were kids who would come by to get a sweet treat after school, so i have noticed quite a few of those disappearances.” the vendor placed his fingers on his chin, thinking of the customers that he enjoyed speaking to, even if their interactions were limited.

“alright. thanks for your time,” you expressed your gratitude, even though the things that the vendor had said had helped you in your investigation in… absolutely no way possible.

just as you and the raven haired boy walked away, your phones rang. a message from yuji, reading, “we ran into one of the victims that managed to escape the cursed spirit!! apparently most of the victims are people who’ve lost or cut contact with their parents. they won’t tell us anymore about it.”

“that’s vile,” you thought to yourself.

“we should meet up with them and report back.”

“so, what do we do now?” nobara whined out of boredom. ever since reporting back, there hadn’t been much to do. you all had a free day, but nothing to fill said free day with.

“we should go watch human earthworm 4!”

“no.” nobara and megumi said in unison, wanting to avoid the movie at all costs.

“oh! y/n, we should go shopping together!” nobara suggested. and somehow against both yuji and megumi’s wills, you had all been dragged to go shopping.

nobara suggested that she helped you get a new wardrobe, which ended in you trying on multiple sets of clothes. nobara insisted that you got them, and forced megumi to carry your shopping bags even though you said it wasn’t needed and felt bad that he had to help.

the rest of the day went by with a blur, and you exited the mall after the four of you had a few photos taken in a photobooth.

“my child…” everyone was walking in front of you when you heard that voice. it sounded oddly familiar, and it was calling out to you. you whipped your head around to look for the source, but there wasn’t anyone there. the call of your names continued, and you strayed from the group to look for the source of the sound.

you were almost one hundred percent positive that it was the curse you had investigated the other day. why was it targeting you? and no one else in the group seemed to hear anything either.

eventually, you were led to an abandoned building. you could feel the cursed energy leaking from it, and there was a very pungent smell coming from the abandoned structure. you briefly wonder how no one has flagged the place for an investigation yet. maybe it was, and was ignored. who knows?

the voice continued to lure you closer to the building, eventually getting you into the building and up the slippery stairs, wet from the leaking pipes around the building. your footsteps echoed in the building, the sound of your breathing in your ears.

you walked up to a room with a closed door. a heavy stench seeping from the gaps of the door, even worse than when you were in front of the building. maybe coming here hadn’t been your best idea, but you were already this close, so why stop here?

you exhaled deeply before twisting the rusty knob open. you saw the dead. blood and corpses were by the spirit’s legs. its claws were digging into the flesh of the innocent, shaking the body as if trying to toy with it more.

the report you submitted was done a week ago, and the incident started way before this. these bodies had been rotting for weeks at least. assuming the cursed spirit in front of you killed all the people around it, you were going to be next.

you entered a defensive stance, hand on the handle of your weapon, ready to fight if it pounced on you. instead, you watched as it slowly turned its head towards you and walked towards you. your body tensed, but it didn’t seem to bear any hostility.

it held its hand out, taking one of your hands, and you found yourself unable to move. even when you screamed at yourself to get out of the way, you found yourself unable to resist as it dragged its fingers along your wrist, a thin line of red bleeding out.

“l/n, step back!” the familiar voice snapped you out of whatever trance you were in before the spirit in front of you was hit with a few nails.

“you’re just like fushiguro. you really should tell us more about yourself, you know?” nobara sighed, holding her hammer over her shoulder. “oi, i’m the one who noticed she disappeared in the first place,” megumi grumbled. you looked at his hands.

so that’s how they found you.

“if anything, she reminds me of when you first came to the city, kugisaki!” yuji chirped in, seeming laid back even in this situation. he turned to look at you. “you aren’t hurt anywhere else other than your hand, right?” you shook your head.

you looked at the spirit on the ground. it was a first grade at most, but it had been weakened significantly, probably even before you arrived. it wasn’t long before you exercised it, with some degree of resistance.

as the three of them prepared to leave, you walked towards one of the dead bodies and crouched down, placing your hand over them.

while yuji and nobara had already left, megumi was curious about what you were doing. you got up and exhaled when he asked. “i don’t know if it works on those who’ve already passed, but usually, my cursed technique allows me to grant people on the verge of death a better demise.”

“it overrides the brain and erases any and all memories they have in exchange for peace, and a painless goodbye.”

“those two are probably waiting for us. we should report back.”

when you got back to your dorm, you took the picture out and stared at it. more people that you couldn’t be friends with, but they had saved you earlier… maybe you’d get it framed just to decorate your dorm.

you looked at your injured arm, which had been bandaged, and closed your eyes.

yuji itadori is physically gifted, a guy born with a set moral standard. his mental game is easily shaken, but that might change in the future. he has a ton of room for improvement. that’s what makes him scary.

nobara kugisaki is strong-willed, a woman born by the countryside. she cares for others the way she cares for herself, and doesn’t like showing her affected mental state to the world. she’s strong in her own way, and that’s just the type of person she is.

weeks passed by quickly. you continued gathering as much information as possible, while growing closer to your classmates. yuji often told you to cover up for the pranks he pulled, nobara would invite you out to go shopping with her, and you and megumi enjoyed reading together.

one morning, you saw megumi sitting by the benches eating alone. right, yuji and nobara had recently been dispatched on missions. you realised early on that you preferred to be with megumi out of everyone.

maybe it was his personality that drew you in? the both of you were paired up on missions often, so maybe the fact that you were partners helped develop your trust in each other… when he shouldn’t be trusting you at all. or perhaps it was the way he put you first instead of himself.

megumi is a selfless person that might not seem caring at first glance, but actually does in his own way. he holds back a lot, and has a mind matured enough to compare to that of a man twice his age, though lets loose around people he can truly find comfort in. that was the conclusion you came to about his character.

you walked towards him, hoping to be able to make small talk with him. instead, you were called upon by someone right before you got to him.

“so this is the location?” you and megumi had been informed of a cave infested with multiple third and fourth grade spirits. your job was simple. take care of them and go home.

“yea. be careful,” you said, gripping your weapon tightly.

you and megumi stepped into the cave, almost immediately registering that there was something wrong. a veil was lowered. were such low grade spirits capable of such a thing? you gulped and looked around. just the herds of lowly graded cursed spirits around. no signs of anything else.

“be careful.”

the both of you managed to make quick work of the spirits. a few scrapes, sure, but you were overall uninjured. now, there was only one problem. every last spirit in sight had been exorcised by you and megumi, but the veil wasn’t lifting. something was still there, and you both knew.

something in your senses clicked. “fushiguro, jump out of the way!” you screamed at him. there was something underneath you, and megumi had dodged just quick enough to not be drilled and split into two halves.

a drop of sweat rolled down the side of megumi’s face. how would he deal with this? his first thought was to have you distract it while he attacked, but that would probably be useless and would put you and him in too much danger.

“fushiguro! focus!” megumi lifted his head up, and you were in front of him. you had blocked a direct strike for him. he needed to concentrate. this wasn’t like the spirit you had dealt with at the abandoned building, where it showed little to no hostility, and had been weakened.

“are you back in your game yet?” you breathed out, the tiredness from blocking the attack and dealing with the earlier curses starting to kick in.

megumi took one look at your expression and hummed. there was something about it he couldn’t read, but he can’t let his thoughts consume him now.

you aren’t allowed to die here.

the both of you observed the curse for a little longer while simultaneously dodging its attacks. it primarily dug underground to attack, which made it hard to predict where its location was. the only warning sign was the rumbling of the ground before it drilled back up, which made it just a little easier to dodge.

it could blast balls of pure cursed energy, and with each dodge meant the interior of the cave was crumbling. you’d have to look out for falling rocks and stray boulders.

its weak point was probably somewhere other than its head, considering it used it to dig into places.

you shot glances at each other before megumi summoned his demon dogs to attack it from behind. “i have your back.”

you and megumi took turns switching on offence and defence. the one on offence would deal attacks to the cursed spirit, while the one on defence would watch out for oncoming attacks and destroy any rocks that were falling from the ceiling of the cave.

the plan worked well for the both of you. the uncertainty of when the both of you would switch out confused the curse, making it more vulnerable to your attacks. once you felt that the curse was confident on when you’d switch, you and megumi delivered one final attack to it together, letting it fall with a thump.

“is it over?” you heaved, your hand over your chest. a sudden realisation hit. the veil hasn’t been dropped. that meant–

“l/n, look out!” megumi pushed you out of the way before he got hit by a shot of pure cursed energy. you hear the sound of his body smashing against the rough walls, and his coughing afterwards. you looked towards megumi and briefly saw him cough blood out. you’re hoping he didn’t take the impact head first.

you narrowly managed to escape another blow just when your eyes snapped back onto the weakened, but still active cursed spirit. it can be exorcised in a single blow.

you rushed towards it and drove your weapon through its body as hard as possible, twisting, and slicing right through it. it’s as good as dead. you stared at the splatters on the floor that used to be a cursed spirit. you don’t have time for this.

turning your head away from the remains of your enemy, you focused your attention to megumi who was bloodied and injured. he was resting against the stone walls of the cave, and you could hear his heavy pants and breaths. you gulped and looked at his leg. it had stopped bleeding, the crimson now staining his leg.

you ripped a part of your uniform before crouching in front of megumi to tend to the wound. your eyes showed almost no emotion in the face of the situation, yet your trembling lips gave yourself away. you weren’t supposed to care for them, and yet here you were helping one of your targets.

you only spoke up once you finished bandaging his wound with the makeshift bandage.

“why would you do that?” you had unintentionally let your emotions slip. megumi looked at you tiredly. “just returning the favour. i would’ve gotten hurt if you hadn’t blocked the attack at the start of our battle.”

“fushiguro-” you started, quickly being cut off by megumi. “i know what you’re about to ask me,” he coughed a few times before he continued to speak. “you’re assuming i’m going to die? you’re cruel, you know?”

you tried to find words to speak, yet all you could say was a “no, i’m not,” turning your head away to not meet his gaze.

“i would kill myself if i died on you now,” he confessed, closing his tired eyes.

“and besides, you’re all i really want to think of right now.”

megumi went completely silent afterwards, and you heard soft breathing coming from him, compared to the heavy breaths from just a few minutes prior.

the next time he awoke, you were asleep, your head in your arms by his bedside. he felt a little sluggish, but his wounds had been properly bandaged and he was fine, aside from some soreness. you on the other hand, looked exhausted. there were creases on your forehead as you slept, and dark circles under your eyes.

there was a plate of food wrapped up on his nightstand, with a note stuck to it. “we make a good team.”

only after did he learn from shoko that you had completely gone against her instructions of two days of bed rest, and spent the time taking care of him instead.

“you still couldn’t have brought something more digestible?” megumi eyed the three of you, who had brought pizza to him. something that probably wasn’t nutritious enough for a patient in recovery.

“if you don’t want it, i’ll help myself!” the pink haired male took a slice of the pizza and began feasting on it. “oh, and since we’re already here, let’s just have our sleepover at fushiguro’s!” “itadori, talk after you’re done eating!” nobara shuddered at the sight of the food in his open mouth, while megumi looked as if he were about to kick everyone out of his room.

“we are not having a sleepover in my room,” megumi said in a deadpan voice, though the annoyance was evident on his face. “we can’t have it anywhere else because you aren’t permitted to leave your room, fushiguro,” you joined in on itadori’s suggestion.

“hypocrite,” megumi thought.

“alright it’s settled, we’ll have it here!” nobara clasped her hands together in victory, earning a sigh from megumi. “i still haven’t agreed to this,” he grumbled.

december 21st.

it’s cold outside. the temperatures have dropped significantly ever since the day you stepped foot into jujutsu tech. currently, you, alongside two of your classmates, were camping in megumi’s room. you had to admit, with so many people, the room considered spacious for one person became cramped.

you were sitting on megumi’s bed with a mug of hot chocolate in hand as you watched nobara and yuji fight over what they wanted to put into each other’s drinks. you found their sibling dynamic entertaining. megumi on the other hand, looked at you with softness in his eyes. the both of you had grown a lot closer compared to the first day you met. you were grateful for that.

maybe not in the right way, but at least you knew he was your friend, right?

the night went on with both chaos and comfort. yuji had suggested playing cards at one point, and he lost just about every single round. monopoly was going great until megumi somehow dominated the game so hard that the banker had to borrow money from him.

“i’m telling you fushiguro, it’s just this once! i’ll pay you back!” “you’ve said that about three times, itadori.”

you certainly weren’t in any place to laugh, and neither was nobara, since the both of you were basically hanging onto a thin thread, and if by any chance you landed on anyone’s property other than your own, you would’ve been out of the game from bankruptcy.

but you laughed anyway.

the night ended with all of you (except megumi) in your respective sleeping bags with extra blankets in case it got cold. it was quiet. too quiet, even with yuji’s snoring and nobara’s breathing. maybe that’s why you couldn’t fall asleep.

you slowly sat up, careful not to make too much noise. you looked at the clock on megumi’s nightstand. 11:47pm, thirteen minutes till midnight.

“can’t sleep?” a quiet and soft voice invaded your ears, and you looked over to megumi. he was lying down on his bed, staring out into the bushes and trees, which had been covered in a thin layer of snow. as a response, you shook your head and got up to sit on his bed. the both of you sat in silence for a while before you spoke up.

“fushiguro, you like the stars, right? wanna go stargazing on the roof?”

“are you crazy? it’s freezing outside.”

“we can use blankets.”

“have you forgotten that my leg’s still injured?”

“i’ll carry you up.”

that was how you found yourself sitting on the rooftops with a thick blanket around your shoulders. the stars shone brighter tonight. the cold winter wind that breezed by you every once in a while made you shiver. you looked up at the moon, it was full tonight. although the moon didn’t have an expression, you were sure it was smiling down at you and the raven haired boy sitting next to you.

come to think of it, even without exchanging a lot of words, you’d argue that you were closest to megumi out of all your classmates. when you first met him, you saw him as the moon, someone like yourself. yet you realised over the months that if you had to describe him, you’d have to say he were the stars. so pretty, yet disregarded by many as something outshone by the moon.

“y/n,” megumi’s voice broke through the comfortable silence, and you looked over at him. he had a small smile on his face. you felt him shuffle closer to you. maybe it was getting cold? the wind was getting stronger, afterall.

“yes?” megumi looked at the moon once more, then back at you. “the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” the words reached your ears, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “and what of the sunset?” you questioned him back, feelings hidden behind your eyes and the convincing smile you put on your face.

“the sunset? i dislike it. the rays of the sun blind me too much for me to appreciate it as much as others do.” the sound of your soft laughter reached his ears again when he finished his sentence. “is that so…” you rested your head on his shoulder and looked towards the skies, some of the stars now covered by clouds. “really? i think the moon is beautiful too, but i’m the opposite. i prefer sunsets over moonrises.” you continued, one of your hands inching closer to him and eventually resting on top of his hand.

you exhaled deeply before lifting your head up. “fushiguro, what time is it?” he looked at you with confusion before answering. “a little bit past midnight, i’m guessing.” “oh.”

“may i kiss you?”

your question caught megumi off guard. it was expected, considering it came out of nowhere. a familiar warmth creeped up his face, and the hand on top of his now seemed to weigh heavier as you looked at him, awaiting an answer. he slowly nodded, and you leaned in to press your lips against his. the kiss was short and sweet, the light of the stars shining down upon him as you did.

“fushiguro-”

“don’t call me by my last name.” you smiled when he said those words.

“happy birthday, megumi.”

nobara eyed the both of you suspiciously, looking you up and down. “you guys could at least try to keep it down when you’re climbing onto the roof. i need my sleep,”

“i thought i was being quiet. my bad,” you apologised sheepishly. the brunette looked clearly annoyed before she sighed and let it go.

“sorry,” megumi said to you. “why are you saying sorry?” you shot him a confused look.

“we would’ve been quieter if you didn’t have to carry me.”

“oh, thaaattt,” you dragged your words out. “don’t feel bad. you were worth it.”

“how about you come with me to the cliffs sometime? maybe in the next few days? there’s a great view of the ocean and sky from there, and it’s more secluded.” the invitation fell from your lips before you even processed it.

a rare smile appeared on megumi’s face. “alright.”

“what are you two doing?! we have a mission soon, hurry up!”

he kept to his word. you and megumi ended up going stargazing together so often that yuji and nobara started questioning if you were going on dates. to them, it was blatantly obvious that you two liked each other. hell, even the both of you knew. it was just that none of you had confessed yet.

megumi always felt warmth when you guys would go together, pointing out constellations and shapes of the clouds when you did.

you on the other hand, felt the spark between you grow stronger the first few times. you tried your hardest to suppress the rising guilt. afterwards however, you spiralled deeper and deeper into the guilt you felt as a spy. you were never supposed to fall in love with him, and yet you couldn’t help but do exactly that.

you wanted– no, needed to get rid of your feelings for him. you would never want it, but you’d need it in order to get over him.

you began growing more distant. it was hard, slowly excluding yourself from hangouts and ignoring them more and more, day by day. you felt terrible. every second away from them felt agonising. you’d push them away, dismissing their help.

the fact that they noticed your distance made it feel even worse. you were going to betray them, and everything you had built up for four months, their trust, friendship, it would crumble.

you’d complete your mission and switch identities again. anyone you’ve met here won’t matter anymore once you disappear. that’s what you reminded yourself.

january 25th.

“oh, you’re here,” you approached megumi from behind, sitting down beside him. the skies were dyed with violet and orange hues, the sunset that megumi had once described to be too bright.

“i was waiting for you. you’ve been quite distant lately.”

“i thought you said you hated the sunset?” you asked, changing the subject to avoid the question. “don’t try to change the subject, y/n. answer me, please, tell me what’s going on.” you could hear the alarms in your mind go off. you wanted to get up and run away. hell, you should’ve never succumbed to the burning feelings in your heart over your mind.

“it’s really nothing. i’ve just been more busy lately, i guess,” a lie rolled off your tongue again.

megumi sighed. he could tell you were lying, but he didn’t want to push it. “you said the sunset was pretty. i thought the other day that maybe it was because i never took the time to appreciate it, but…”

“hm?” you hummed, looking at megumi.

“i still can’t see why you like it that much. i still prefer the night skies better.”

the soft laughter you let out afterwards had goosebumps pricking on his skin. he watched as the light of the sun glowed on your skin, and you looked at him. “i personally prefer the sunset…”

“but if you like the stars that much, i’ll be sure to hate the sun and love stars the next time i’m reborn.”

a light shade of red appeared on megumi’s face, and he turned to look away from you. in reality though, he’s glad. there’s the girl he fell in love with. “you don’t have to do that. we can like what we want.”

“and i want to be able to truly love the stars.” you said, your tone sullen.

night fell not long after, but there was no moon that night. the waves underneath you didn’t seem calm either. it was especially cold this winter night, and you and megumi found yourselves bidding goodbye to each other in front of the dorms earlier than you expected.

mental entry, january 25th.

i wasn’t planning on seeing megumi at the cliffs today, but he was there. i was planning on spending the last day at jujutsu high alone. megumi and i really are alike. It’s a fault on my part, i guess. i grew too attached to them.

i don’t want to do this anymore.

you gulped, and just before he was out of earshot, you called out to him, grabbing his attention. he turned around to look at you, only for you to mumble a “nevermind” before quickly apologising and running back to your dorm. you couldn’t bear to tell him.

megumi was confused. why’d you suddenly call out for him? he decided not to dwell too much on it and went to bed. and the more he thought about it, the more he felt as if he had lost the chance to speak to you about something important, because you disappeared the next day.

you stopped going to classes, training, and you weren’t responding to texts either. any calls were immediately sent to voicemail, and other than the picture that the four of you took at the mall months prior, which was framed on your nightstand, your dorm had been completely emptied out.

megumi was the last person to see you.

the week following your disappearance, it was raining every day. although the higher-ups had confirmed to have launched an investigation for you, megumi was sure that they were looking into things much deeper than just your status as a missing student. he just wasn’t sure what it was.

the first day you were introduced to them, he felt that you were different in a way. was this connected to it?

the higher-ups had also told the first years to not worry, and that they’d take care of it. as if they’d ever listen. they had discussions every single day about where you might’ve gone, if you were okay or not, and why they couldn’t see signs of this earlier.

they got confirmation shortly after that there were no signs of cursed energy from your dorm. it was as if you had never existed, and had it not been for the pictures you’d taken together, along with the texts you’d exchanged with each other, he probably would’ve believed it.

february 26th.

JUJUTSU HEADQUARTERS NOTICE

one, y/n l/n has been confirmed to be sharing confidential information to third party sources. she has hereby been expelled from both jujutsu high and the jujutsu realm as a sorcerer.

two, the penalty of the crimes committed by y/n l/n is death. the execution will be carried out promptly.

three, second grade sorcerer megumi fushiguro will serve as the executioner for y/n l/n’s death penalty.

a full month after your disappearance, a notice was released by jujutsu headquarters.

megumi’s head was pounding. he had just returned from a meeting with the higher-ups, and throughout the entire time he was in front of them, he wished for nothing more than for whatever you were accused of to be false. he was hyperventilating, his face in his hands. megumi swore he heard loud footsteps outside his room before loud knocks echoed through his room.

“fushiguro, open up!” the familiar voices of his classmates rang in his ears. no. as much as he wished to find comfort in his friends, he didn’t want them to see him in such a terrible state, so why did his legs move to help him stand and walk towards the door?

megumi doesn’t know whether to regret or to thank his decision of opening the door. his mind couldn’t register that it was yuji who placed his calloused hands on his shoulders and told him to snap out of it. even when they questioned him for details about you, whether he knew about your intentions, and if it was the reason you had grown distant the few weeks before you vanished, he answered vaguely. all he could think of was that it was over. you’re gone, and you’re never coming back.

megumi wanted to run into the pouring rain and let it wash his soul away so he wouldn’t have to face reality. he wished he’d wake up and realise it was all just a dream, and he could still see your face when he walked out of the dorm in the morning. he remembers the words of the higher-ups so clearly, he was to carry out the execution without delay. he wants to be selfish and give the responsibility to either nobara or yuji, yet the better part of him stopped him from doing so. he can’t do that to them. for once, megumi wished that he would stop loving you.

that night, megumi had trouble falling asleep. he found himself tossing and turning in bed, his head constantly clouded with the many things that would follow this incident. it felt like hours before he managed to go to sleep.

he saw you, right there by the cliffs. you were looking at the sunset again. now that he thought about it, how many of the things you’ve told him were lies?

megumi walked towards you, standing beside you as he watched the sunset with you.

“megumi, i understand why you dislike the sunset now,” you said to him, earning a puzzled look from him. “i thought you loved the sunset?” he asked. the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks reached his ears, and you turned your head to look at him.

“it really is too bright. it doesn’t suit me.” you replied.

“megumi, have you regretted it yet?” you questioned him back, and he gulped. “regretted what, exactly?”

“us.”

megumi wanted to say yes. he did regret it. he regretted that he loved someone whose purpose was to eventually betray and leave him. yet, his answer was stuck in his throat, and he said he never did. not for a second did he feel that you weren’t worth his time. he looked towards the horizon, where the sun had now fully set, then at the sky, where the moon was supposed to be, and finally, back at you.

“you made me fall in love with the moon.” you chuckled at his answer.

“i thought you loved the moon from the start.” a brief silence ensued. one that felt comfortable. something he couldn’t feel for the past month when you were brought up.

“would you let me substitute the moon in your sky?” your voice pierced through the silence, and he responded almost instantly.

“always.”

a content smile appeared on your face. “i’m glad.”

megumi’s eyes fluttered open, the sun shining in his eyes. the male rubbed tried to rub the sleep in his eyes away, only to be met with a damp feeling. tears? what was that about? his mind was hazy, and he swore he dreamt, but he couldn’t remember what it was about.

he could remember the curve of someone’s lips. yours? yea, it was. even if he went through hundreds of lives, he doesn’t think he’d mistake someone else’s smile for yours.

he didn’t have time to think about that. through the hours of lost sleep, he had convinced himself he was ready to serve his role as an executioner, and he had a feeling in his gut he knew where you were already. at the place he had refused to visit. his mind told him that you had been going there every single day, waiting for him.

“you’re finally here.” megumi could feel his heart clenched as he heard your words, and the eerie silence that followed creeped him out. you had a smile on your face, arms behind your back as you looked at him.

“why aren't you moving?” you turned your body to look at him and spread your arms out. “you need to do your job, megumi.” the smile on your face dropped when you noticed he wasn’t going near you. there were no signs that his shikigami were active either.

one step, two steps, you walked towards him instead. a part of you felt as if you were walking towards your death. you felt him flinch when you used a hand to cup his cheek. his skin felt cold and slightly damp to the touch. he had been sweating. you looked down. his blade was just inches away from your stomach.

you took his expression in, and you couldn’t help but hold back your laughter. megumi’s eyes widened when you suddenly laughed. he felt guilty for loving it. was it genuine? or another one of the things you did as a spy to toy with his feelings?

“megumi, you’ve grown attached too, huh?” it only dawned on him then that you felt just as guilty for everything you were.

“do you know what would’ve happened if you sold us out?” megumi spoke with poison laced in his tone, and a lump formed in your throat. “the world would’ve weeped for your sins, y/n.” your expression dropped completely. “i know that better than you do, and here i am, giving you a chance to end my life. yet, you’re hesitating,” you retort back.

“so hurry up already.” you looked at him with sharp eyes, looking for any signs that he might finally give in to the orders given to him. megumi’s hands trembled as he tightened his grip around the handle of his sword. “it’s not that easy to just…” he groaned loudly.

“megumi, do you want to know why they chose you to execute me instead of anyone else?” you sighed and stared directly into his eyes. “they knew i would have resisted had it been anyone else but you.”

your hands went to wrap around his. then, you slowly pry his fingers off his blade and inspect it for yourself. “you sharpened your blade. were you hoping to finish me off in a single strike?” megumi almost choked on air in response, and nodded.

your eyes softened. “how nice of him,” you thought.

“how about this?” you stepped further away from him and pointed the sword at your skull. “i’ll be the one to carry out my own execution. then,” you pointed your finger at him. “you won’t have to bear the burden of killing me.” you could hear megumi’s heavy breaths. it seemed that reality had yet to crash into him when he first found you here. “megumi,” you whispered as you took one final look at him, “i think you know better than i that i wasn’t trying to give you an option.” you gripped the sharpened blade and winced at the pain as your hands bled, then flashed him a quick smile before you slashed your eyes.

you groaned, holding back the scream threatening to release itself in an attempt to sooth the pain in your eyes. you had no right after all the hurt you’d caused. you couldn’t open your eyes. it hurt like hell, but you didn’t want to see the look on his face either. you convinced yourself it was worth it.

megumi felt as if he were frozen during the entire duration of your encounter with him. what was he doing? he was spiralling into his own thoughts, and here you were, handling your own execution because he was too much attached and too much in love with you.

every nerve and muscle in your body seemed to scream at you as you gripped the handle of megumi’s sword tight. even then, your ears couldn’t mistake the heavy footsteps of your beloved as he ran towards you just as his blade pierced your abdomen. his scream rang through your ears when crimson spilled from your wound.

ah, it seemed that blinding your eyes wasn’t enough to keep yourself from thinking of his panicked expression and guilt ridden face.

then, everything went black. you weren’t sure how long you were out for. a few seconds, perhaps a few minutes? your entire body stung, as if you were laying in a tangle of thorned roses. one thing was for sure, you were dying.

you felt something soft under your head instead of the grassy surface the rest of your body laid on. “megumi…?” your voice sounded tired and hoarse. “is that you?” there was a brief period of silence that made you doubt his presence, but a hum from him confirmed that he was indeed still there. a smile tugged at your face even through all the ache.

“i can’t see right now. look up.” megumi looked up, and realised today was the beginning of a new moon. he could barely see anything. “could you tell me what the moon looks like?”

“a blood moon. it looks as if roses had bloomed on the moon.” liar.

“it’s not good to lie, megumi. but it’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“very.”

you didn’t exchange any words to each other for a period of time after that. by now, your breathing had calmed down, and everything around you seemed hot and cold at the same time. something in you told you to let go of your consciousness, and another part wished you’d stay awake longer to feel megumi’s touch. be a little selfish, you told yourself.

you shakily reached your hand up towards the skies. you balled up your fist, a part of your childish mind hoping you had caught a star.

megumi could hear his heart thumping in his chest, and he pulled your body closer to him. he thought to himself, even if there had been that satellite in the sky, his moon was going to stop shining soon. he couldn’t help but wonder if the stars in your sky had burnt themselves out.

maybe all of them, except for the one that willingly let the moon outshine it.

“y/n, can’t you use your technique to give yourself a better death?” megumi asked, his hand supporting the weak, quivering fist you held up, his thumb brushing your knuckles.

“i can,” you replied back without hesitation.

“but i’d have to erase everything that’s in my mind. and besides,” you flashed him a pained toothy grin.

“you’re all i really want to think of right now, megumi.”

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irisintheafterglow · 9 months

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The Archer (gojo x you)

summary: after your best friend becomes viewed as a monster, the only thing to do is cling to the ones that loved him too. (or, screaming who could ever leave me darling, but who could stay?)

wc: 1.1k

cw/tags: hurt/comfort, angst but heartwarming ending, manga/anime spoilers, established relationship, pet names (babe, baby, sweetheart, etc), mention of vomiting but nothing descriptive, yeah did i mention angst

note: i just need to hold gojo satoru and tell him that it's going to be okay is that too much to ask for (anyways hope you enjoy the pain that my brain farted out)

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“Su?” He freezes, rooted in place as the sun casts shadows on his unreadable expression. “Where are you going?” He sticks his hands into his pockets and turns to you with a smile so fake you need to take a step back. He'd lost a lot of weight but what terrified you the most was the calm aura that surrounded his weakened body, a contentment that was scary to see on someone in so much agony.

“Mission, just a few Curses plaguing a village of about a hundred.” Forcing normalcy into his voice was as successful as forcing a square block into a round hole and you couldn’t stop the worry from leaking onto your face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because I had another dream.” His face falls, washing over into careful blankness. He was used to this, your technique and the consequences it brought. It was, however, a long time since you confronted someone directly about what you see. “You know, Future, it doesn’t show me what will happen.” He won’t meet your eyes and you hesitantly take a few more steps toward him.

“It shows me what can happen.”

His words are cautious, delicate as if saying the wrong sentence would break you like a fragile piece of pottery. “And what did you see?”

“Something that I’m begging you not to fulfill.” You swallow the lump in your throat and blink back the fear threatening to spill over from your eyes. “I’m so scared, Suguru. I’m so fucking scared.” You stumble the rest of the way forward and his arms wrap around you instinctually, holding you tightly as you continue to plead for him not to go. He pulls away to look at you and a sliver of hope pokes the back of your mind when you see the conflict in his eyes. It disappears as resolve hardens on his face.

“You’re family. Whatever I do, I will not harm you.”

“I need you to promise you won’t–”

“I can’t promise anything beyond that.” After a moment you have no choice but to nod, defeated, and he pulls away for the last time. “You have my word.”

The news hits you like a train that you saw coming ten miles away, knocking the air from your lungs and sending shards of invisible shrapnel into your body. Because of your technique, you know before everyone–Yaga, Shoko, Nanami, the higher-ups, Satoru. You feel the moment Suguru makes his decision in your own body like cruel twin telepathy and you rush into the nearest bathroom to expel everything you’d eaten that day. You feel the same sensation again when word reaches Yaga, the whispers of massacre and Curse User and traitor seeping into your ears. Nothing, however, could compare to the storm you felt when Yaga told Satoru.

You fall asleep early in the days after Suguru leaves. Not because his absence didn’t keep you up at night, but because you didn’t really know what to do except hide in dreams. Dreams that kept you in a state of blissful ignorance; you, Suguru, Satoru, and Shoko at the fair or the park or the beach, not scattered into four separate corners by indifferent Fate. Suguru’s departure felt like a severing of your soul, like your brother died rather than your best friend leaving. You avoided others like prey escaping a predator, paranoidly checking reflections in windows for people you didn’t have the energy to talk with and ducking behind corners when voices got too near. When the few missions you completed were over, you were back in bed, curled into yourself so tightly that no one could reach you.

No one, at least, except Satoru.

He calls you some nights later and you squint against the harsh light of your phone screen.

“Satoru?”

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty.” There’s a forced smirk in his voice that you see through like glass, immediately noticing the way his pained tone wavers with every uttered word. “Did I wake you from your beauty rest?”

“Mhmm,” you hum exhaustedly, groaning as you sit up in the darkness and swing your legs over the side of your bed. “Door’s open if you need it.”

“Yeah…okay.” The melodically teasing tone in his voice drops in an instant, as does its volume. You make sure there’s an unopened bottle of water ready for when he gets to your dorm. He was probably just as dehydrated from sobbing as you are. “I’m sorry.”

“For what, love?”

“Waking you.” You laugh softly, rubbing your eyes and sitting back on the edge of your bed.

“No, you’re not.”

“You’re too good at that.”

“What, knowing when you’re lying? I thought we weren’t supposed to lie to each other. Relationships 101.” He huffs as much of a chuckle as he can. “What are you really sorry about, Satoru?

His voice cracks and your heart feels like it’s been stabbed a hundred times. “I need you. Really badly.” There was no suggestive air or promiscuous tone in his voice, just unfiltered desperation not to be alone. “Can I–”

“Of course. Get over here; I miss you.”

You time the duration it takes for him to get to you, two minutes on the dot. He opens your door slowly as if to check if you’re still awake, and shuts it just as gently. You flick on your nightstand lamp and feel your stomach sink when you fully take in just how tired he looks. There’s no trace of anger or frustration on his face, only pure loss. The bags under his eyes deepen as he sighs, avoiding your eyes for the first time you can remember. He just stands there in the middle of your room, deflated and suffering. When he speaks, it’s a strangled and helpless choke.

“I couldn’t–”

“Shh, just come here.” You rise from your bed and catch him when his knees buckle, his face buried in your shoulder. He doesn’t cry or heave like you did; he just grabs whatever he can with his hands and holds you so needily his arms start to tremble. “I’m right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

When you finally slide under the covers with him, he’s still clinging to you like you’d float away if he let go. “Stay.” He pleads with you even as you have him locked against your chest, gently carding your fingers through his hair. It’s soft between your fingers and reflects the little moonlight seeping through the cracks in your curtains.

“I will.” You press another kiss to his forehead as if to seal your words, but he doesn’t feel safe yet.

“Please, stay.”

“I swear on my life that I will not leave your side.” You try to lace Cursed Energy into your words, make them as unbreakable as you command them to be. Squeezing your eyes shut, you breathe him in, willing him to let himself go. To not be the honored one or the strongest sorcerer, but Satoru, to break down and grieve just as any other man would.

“I’m so sorry.” There it is, baby. Just let go.

“I know, sweetheart. Rest now, I’ve got you.”

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cutielando · 6 months

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the british dust ~ george russell

Summary: The British dust that looms around the attractive British racer affects even the people who don't believe in it.

Words: 901

Other works: my masterlist

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Everyone says that British men have a special aura around them. Some might even say there is a thing called 'the British dust'.

You thought it was bullshit.

You never understood the hype around the British men. They were humans just like everyone else, but every single person you came across was of the opinion that they had something special.

Again, you thought that was absolute crap.

Until you met George freaking Russell.

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Getting a job in F1 has been your dream ever since you could remember.

Your father had always been a fan of racing, watching them every single weekend and even attending a couple of Grands Prix over the years.

When you got a bit older, you started taking an interest in the sport, your father proving to be one hell of a coach who taught you everything there was to know about the sport, the teams, the drivers, the rules.

Going into college, your one true dream was still a job in the F1 industry. A journalist, perhaps, or even a PR manager. Hell, even a janitor would be okay with you as long as you got to go to Grands Prix and meet all of the drivers and see the action in real life every single time.

And, when the opportunity presented itself to become a PR manager at Mercedes, you didn't think twice about taking the job.

Only problem was, you were tasked with being George Russell's manager. The infamous 'British dust' guy.

You didn't think he was that special. Yes, he was hot and one hell of a driver, but you didn't find anything special. He was just another British dude who you had to work with.

"Hello?" George's voice snapped you out of your daydreaming, making you look up at him where he stood in the doorstep of your office.

"Yes, hello. Come in" you stood up and shook his hand, which you found to be incredibly soft and warm, before clearing your throat and motioning for him to take a seat in front of you.

"You've already got an office, that's nice. I only have a small room which could even be classifies as a broom cupboard" he commented, smiling as he looked around your still unpacked and disorganized office.

You laughed and nodded your head, "Yeah, I heard about your rooms. Not the comfiest places on Earth to stay in, I imagine"

"They're the worst. I barely have the space to stretch my legs out and I need the space because I'm tall as a tree" he said, making you laugh out loud.

He was funny, you had to give him that. Unknown to you, he smiled when he heard you laugh, his heart swelling at the sound of your voice.

"I can imagine. Shall we get down to business then?" you asked once you'd finally calmed down.

"If we must, of course" he exhaled, giving you a subtle wink before leaning back and motioning for you to start speaking.

You went through your agenda for the day, explaining the schedule for the media days in the upcoming days and sorting out any issues he'd previously had.

By the end of your meeting, you had warmed up to the famous Brit, his energy and attitude making you feel comfortable and overall giddy on the inside.

"Do you think I'll win this weekend?" he asked as he stood up, making his way towards your door.

"I don't know, perhaps you will, perhaps you won't" you teased, shrugging your shoulders trying to be nonchalant.

"Wanna make a bet?" the twinkle in his eyes should've been a sign for you not to agree with him, but you found yourself nodding your head.

"Do tell"

"If I don't win, I'll grant you access to my media accounts for the rest of the season" he said.

"And if you win?"

"You go on a date with me" he bluntly said, making you freeze.

This would be highly unprofessional, going out with George even if it was for a bet, but something in you told you to say yes.

"You've got yourself a deal, Mr. Russell"

What harm could a date do, right?

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Damn you, George.

He had actually done it.

He won the race.

You were proud of him, you really were. But the butterflies in your stomach freaking out over the fact that you now had to go on a date with George were sending nerves to every single cell in your body.

You took a moment before stepping out of the Mercedes garage to find George and get the media part covered.

"Congratulations!" you squealed once you met up with him, surprised when he enveloped you in his arms and lifted you off the ground, spinning you around.

"I did it because of you" he whispered as he sat you down, not letting go of you.

"Because of me?" you questioned, your eyebrows scrunching together.

"I couldn't pass up the opportunity to take you out, could I?" he teased, his breath hot on your neck under your ear.

Your body let out an involuntary shudder, which made George laugh and finally release you from the tight and long hug.

"You are one of a kind, George Russell" you commented, but a big smile couldn't be wiped off your face.

"What can I say, the British dust must really be a thing" he winked.

You rolled your eyes and pushed him towards the reporters waiting for interviews with the race winner.

Damn you, British dust.

Damn you, George Russell.

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laguezze · 9 months

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PAC: What you should be confident about

Theme: Focus by Ariana Grande

I am kinda back guys! Feeling better and ready to step into a new, confident energy! So here are some reasons why you should be confident!

Warning ⚠️: it's honest, also there is a +18 pile soooo. Minors DNI.

Let's see the piles!

Pile I

Pile II

Pile III

Pile IV

Pile I

(+18 only bc i don't wanna be calling a minor sexy and alluring)

You are sexy. Period. Like you have something so alluring and attractive about you. There's something so seductive in your aura. You're charming and talk well. I'm hearing your voice may be very attractive and siren-like. You might get tons of compliments on your voice.

Your calmness also makes you incredibly mesmerizing. You seem mysterious, but also playful. You're like a femme fatale fr (no matter the gender, it's the energy they bring to the table)

You just know, subconsciously at least, how to pull people in.

You speak well and are educated. You understand social customs and the way conversations work, so you make people very comfortable.

You should be more confident of your energy, like you're so charming and hot like genuinely charming and irresistible.

Look around at the room, see all those eyes? Yeah, they're looking at you bc you rock. That's why.

Pile II

The way you walkkkkk like we got a strutter here. I'm hearing the way you walk accentuates your curves very well and makes your body look very good. People notice the way you carry yourself. I'm seeing someone walking around the city with a handbag and a good fit. Fashion may be your strong suit too.

People might see you as someone fashionable and confident, whether you are or not. You definitely carry a strong energy with you. People love it.

You make heads turn a lot more than you realize. Like omg feel free to ignore this but I'm hearing you may have a good dump truck if you know what I mean. Like you're just built different in that department what can I say? People admire that. People wanna be you and be with you.

You also have such a positive energy to you, like your confidence shines through and people want to be around you a lot bc of it. They want to be like you.

Pile III

I knew I was gonna get this pile. You guys are my brains pile. The smart ones, very intelligent people. That's one of your strongest suits and I think you know that. You definitely do, yeah. Well, I'm here to tell you what you already probably saw coming. You should be confident about it. Own that IQ babes. But ALSO I'm hearing some of you are not satisfied with this answer. Maybe you read some of the previous piles while scrolling and you're like "bro why is everyone being called hot and I'm out here being called smart??? Am I not hot or what?" Calm down. You are hot. Your intelligence makes you extremely hot. Sapiosexuals would kill for a day with you fr.

BUT since you wanna hear something physical maybe, I will mention, there's something about your cleavage area and eyes. Maybe some of you wear glasses and people love that look. Your look compliment your personality. Very neat and clean, it's effective and attractive. People love that.

You might not be physically strong, a lot of people like how dainty and fragile you look because of your strong personality and brains. They love the contrast and so should you.

Pile IV

Hmm... You're probably expecting me to say your body. A lot of you guys might party a lot and get told that your body is hot and this and that. And although you take pride in that, deep down you are tires of hearing it. You want to be called "beautiful" while someone stares at your face. Not looking down.

You are beautiful, I'm seeing your soul is wounded a little bit. You may have had a rough time and got over it but the scar still hurts sometimes.

Your soul is beautiful. It really is. You want the real thing, you're passionate about life and love. You came out of a Renaissance painting literally like you're just so idealistic and it's hard to be that way in such a dull world full of hookup culture (note! I'm not judging anyone for hooking up. I respect decisions and personally don't see anything wrong with it. I'm just saying for some people that are more hopeless romantics looking for their one true love it might be hard to navigate a world in which hookup culture is very prevalent)

Your soul and your inner life makes you stunning. Your body is, of course, hot and beautiful. But the main thing you should be more confident about is your inner self. Your kindness and deep thoughts.

You will be loved the way you love one day 💕

The End

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blueseachelle · 1 year

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Hi I just saw your post!

Could I ask you do an imagine with percy or vax (or both😅) where they find their soulmate and what it is like. Smut if you like.

Thank you 😊

I can do that! I gotcha! This will not be NSFW. Some spoilers for Season 2 will be in this. I have many other requests in the web I’m creating right now. So, we’ll have an easy one today!

Percy De Rolo

You would join Vox Machina off a whim. Got caught up in a tavern brawl and got kicked out with them.

You actually hit it off with Scanlan and Grog out of the rest of the group first. Then, Pike, Vax, and Vex. Percy didn’t accept you at first. He was wary of you because of his past.

You made it your entire effort into wanting to become Percy’s friend. You slowly gained more feelings for him the more you harassed him into a friendship.

He slowly became comfortable with you. Of course, you would never know that. He loves your company. He will never admit it.

You both are on the same wave length with everything, be it his crafting or to strategy in battle. Always by each others side.

You could sense something familiar about his aura. He found the same in you.

Soon enough, he found comfort in you. Just your presence can help ease if spiraling spirit.

He would always tell himself this is nothing more than a friendship but, he always felt deep down that he was lying to himself.

You knew you loved him with all your heart so, you would always remain by his side. No matter if he got with someone else or never at all.

He wouldn’t realize you are his soulmate until the falling of Whitestone.

You were the only one that could calm down his inner turmoil and was the one to sacrifice everything you could to keep him and his friends safe.

He finally knew it for sure when he was getting taken over by the spirit his gun possessed and accidentally shot you in the side. (As we know that never happened but in this little imagine, it did).

You went down and it snapped him into reality. He ran to catch your body only to be stopped by Scanlan and Grog as Keyleth got to work after being brought back herself.

After that day, for a while, he couldn’t stand to be out of his quarter’s at the Keep. He even refused to look at himself in the mirror.

You made a swift recovery and was told by the rest of the group about what Percy has been doing, Isolating himself.

You went to his door and knocked on it.

Percy was hesitant but opened the door. Before he could do anything, you hugged him and told him that it wasn’t his fault and that he’s okay.

He was caught off guard as he hugged you back. He listened as you consoled him, telling him that it was the spirit inside that did it, not him, and that he didn’t need to worry anymore because its gone and she is okay now.

He slowly pulled you inside during the hug and closed the door. After it shut, he let out the tears he didn’t know he was holding back.

He let himself spill, telling how he felt and that he is sorry. He needed to tell you that he wants to be by your side forever.

Of course, you feeling the same told him that you will never leave and that if you can handle what just happened and can make amends, you can get through anything.

Vax’ildan

I feel like Vax is really in tune with himself.

When he first meets you in a market place, he stole your coin purse but, your keen eye saw him do it and you stole it back and his on top of it. Sending him a wink as you walked away.

He was starstruck. He at least knew that he was in love with you.

When they moved on, he hoped to revisit and see you again but, he didn’t hold to any hope because people have lives and move around too.

He long forgot about you after that because he and the group were really busy and he got caught up in other feelings for Keyleth, which didn’t end well for him so, he hasn’t thought much of you.

After the Chroma Conclave destroyed Emon, He and his friend departed to Vasselheim in search of allies.

Guess who’s there? You!

You are actually are a mercenary. You help whoever pays you, be it the Slayer’s Take or other people.

After being rejected by the clergy, the group was making there way over to the Slayer’s Take and that’s when he spotted you.

You were walking out of there as they walked up. You a large sack of gold that you finished your bounty for and was about to head out.

Before you went too far, Kashaw opened the door and called you back in, telling that the Patron needs to talk to you.

He watched as you sighed and headed back inside.

He raised and eyebrow, You’re so important that the Patron needs to speak with you directly. Interesting.

You were a mystery to him and he loved every second of it. He thought he was the most mysterious person he knew. Not by a long shot.

When they walked in, the quarrel happened until the Patron lets them down to speak with them.

You waited down there on Osysa’s throne was she dealt with each member.

When Vax was encountered, a number of things were said but, one of the most important ones was, ‘You sought love and it wasn’t found but love is a mysterious thing. Soulmates will always be drawn back to each other, no matter the distance or time it takes. Remember what has happened and reflect on this. Love will never always be right in front of you always. Follow your spirit and you will know.’

Vax knew she was talking about you. His spirit was saying it over and over was she spoke to him.

After the dust cleared and they proved themselves worth, you were introduced by Osysa herself.

Osysa knew your heart that you hid away from everyone, she knew that you would help them and not screw them over. Plus, you are preferred to handle in the affairs of God’s, given that you are a Warlock.

Vax couldn’t take his eyes off you. He repeated your name over and over in his head. His spirit seemed to scream out to be next to you.

As Osysa sent you all away, she gave you a knowing look. You two were best friends. You were always there for Osysa ever since you have been confirmed to be of a righteous heart.

The glacé she gave you made you grin and tease back, ‘I’ll tell your hubby you said hi!’

Vax immediately as you all were walking out went up next to you, ‘Hello, I’m Vax’ildan. It’s nice to actually know your name now.’

You just smirked at him, ‘Maybe ask a name before yanking there coin purse next time.’

With that, you passed him as he stood in shock for a second. He watched as your hips swayed slightly back and forth.

It took Scanlan to break him from his thoughts, ‘Someone’s gots the hots’ He semi whispered to Grog in a singsong voice. Grog laughed and covered his mouth.

Vax just rolled his eyes and continued walking.

You hit it off with Pike, Grog, and Scanlan immediately. Everyone slowly pulled there way into your conversations.

As your journey continued, Vax admired you more and more. You’re beautiful, smart, cunning, stealthy, and just a wonderful person in general. He loved it.

After you an everyone made it successfully into the tomb, Percy found the armor.

Instead of hitting Vex’ahlia, it hit you. Killing you in an instant. Vax lost it.

He ran to your corpse and held it tightly as he cried. He just got you. He will not lose you this quickly.

As everyone was trying to resurrect you, Vax had his vision and told the Raven Queen to take him instead of you.

She excepted and you came back. He was so relieved. Yet, his emotions couldn’t express it. He just went and put on the armor.

You realized something was off immediately about Vax. You didn’t know him long but, Osysa told you he was the one. You knew it too but, it’s nice to hear it from your best friend.

After being sabotaged and Vax clutching up, you sat by the fire and watched Vax. He stood and stared into space.

You walked over to him and rested your hand on his new armor.

You knew what he did because of your affairs with the Gods and Goddesses themselves.

You looked at him, ‘Can you go on a walk with me?’

He agreed and you both started walking.

‘I know what you did. You aren’s the only one that see visions and Gods.’

Vax stopped in his tracks and looked at you, ‘I did it to save you. Nothing more.’

‘You lost part of your soul when you did that. That’s why you’re cold and distant now. Don’t worry. I used to be the same. I made a pact too. My feelings came back after I met you.’

Vax felt a rush of emotions come over him. He knew that he had someone to rely on now. He knew that you shared the pain he feels right now.

He hugged you tightly like you were going to disappear again. He let the tears flow as he held you. You held him back as he sobbed. You whispered to him that everything will be okay and that you will be there until the end.

At that point he knew for a fact, you were his soulmate. Be in life or amongst the Gods.

#vox machina #d&d 5e #x reader #dungeons and dragons #percy de rolo #percy de rolo x reader #percival de rolo #critical role #dragons #vax’ildan #vax x reader #tlovm vax smut #vaxildan #vax’ildan x reader #tlovm vax #tlovm x you

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strawheart-pirate · 4 months

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December 23rd 2023 Words: 809 CW: SFW / modern AU / established relationship / fluff / worries / overthinking / comfort / mention of narcolepsy

Sabo and you are on your way to his hometown to celebrate Christmas with his family. You haven't met his brothers yet, and you're worried if they'll like you.

You fiddled with the hem of your sweater. Sabo and you had been a couple for about five months now, and you were going to go to his home town for Christmas. You wanted to meet his brothers, and you were as nervous as you were excited. Would they like you? What if they didn't? Would they hate you? Despise you? What would that mean for Sabo and you... Your mind is racing and it shows on your face. While you frown with worry, Sabo gently puts his hand on your thigh and rubs it slowly to calm you down.

"No, don't. They'll love you, I promise." He smiled softly, and you were about to cry. This man really had a sixth sense or something. He always seemed to know exactly what you were thinking and when you were struggling, and your heart ached at the feeling of comfort. A small smile spread over your face. "Can you please tell me a little more about them? A story? I think it might ease my anxiety."

"Sure, I'd love to. Christmas with my brothers was always crazy. I remember Ace hiding behind the couch most of the time because he was scared of Santa Claus. And Luffy would make fun of him. They would bicker and fight until the bearded old man stood right in front of them. He had an intimidating aura about him. In no time, both boys were on their knees, begging for mercy because they knew they hadn't been good all year. It was hilarious. Dadan used to laugh so hard she couldn't breathe when she saw it".

"And you were never afraid of the old man with the white beard?" You laughed and couldn't help but tease.

"No, I recognized his voice at once. He was a fisherman from the village. One who was out at sea almost around the clock, but since I was the one Dadan always sent to bring him something when he was ashore, I knew him."

"That makes sense. I remember you telling me that your brothers weren't so reliable when it came to running errands or doing chores..."

"Right, one time Dadan sent all three of us out to deliver three bags of cookies to three different people. I came back an hour later and Dadan sent me out to see where Ace and Luffy were. I knew the routes they were supposed to take, but that didn't mean they took them. It took me three hours to find Luffy in the middle of the forest. His cookie bag was empty and he was talking to a crocodile. I wanted to scold him, but Luffy being Luffy, he just laughed and introduced me to his croco-friend. He explained that he had shared the cookies with the crocodile and they were now nakama and he wanted to take the crocodile home with him.

"Luffy really is a very kind person."

"He is, but I have to warn you. Don't mention bugs or food in any way. He can talk about it until your ears fall off," Sabo said, laughing softly.

"Got it!" I chuckled. "Where did you find Ace that day?"

"Oh, remember I told you Ace had narcolepsy? He passed out in the middle of the road. When Luffy and I arrived, we were lucky. There was already a blond doctor talking to him and treating the scratches on his face and knees while they sat next to each other on the sidewalk. We gave him the cookies to thank him and returned to Dadan. The scolding we got when we got home was terrible, though." Sabo cringed at the memory, but kept a smile on his face.

"What about Luffy's crocodile friend?"

"Luffy was devastated and sad that Dadan refused to let him take the crocodile home. But Santa Claus gave him a crocodile stuffed animal for Christmas, and whenever we went to the forest, we stopped at the pond so Luffy could meet his friend. He also brought him a snack every time." Sabo told you many more stories on your trip, and they helped you a lot. There wasn't a story where something funny didn't happen, so you both laughed your fears away. The hours passed quickly and soon you stopped in the driveway of a shabbily decorated house. It fit in well with the stories Sabo used to tell you. You looked over at him and his gaze lingered on the house. A warm smile spread across Sabo's face, one that you only get to see a handful of times a year, and his eyes had that sentimental touch that you get when fond memories are playing in your head. And in that moment, you knew you would do anything to keep that smile on his face. Even swallow your fears and meet his brothers.

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#one piece #revolutionary sabo #sabo x reader #sabo x you #gn reader #fan fiction #sfw #strawheart-pirate.events #strawheart-pirate.christmas countdown 2023 #strawheart-pirate.writing

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sleepless-writes · 1 year

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Kitty Gang (Part 1)

Pairing: Agust D x Reader, Baby J x Reader

Genre: Cyber Punk Au, Unrequited love, f2l

Warnings: Swear Words

Words: 1.505

Note: Hi, this is the first part of my first fic. I really apologize for any spelling errors, but English is not my first language. If you find some mistakes please let me know. Thanks for reading! :)

It's been a while since I became a part of the (not really well-known) Kitty Gang. Baby J told me the gang had six members and their boss Hope. He was an influential businessman who makes his money with shady gangs just like the Kitty Gang. We don’t know a lot about his business but Baby J is sure that some of the greatest gangs work for him and that’s an honor to be a part of his „company“. I moved in with Baby J about a month ago because I had no safe place to stay after the dude I worked for was pissed at me and wanted me to pay for almost getting caught at a job I did for him. It didn’t sit well with him and he wanted a shit ton of money or my head for losing his cash. He said it’s my decision what to give him but, to be honest, I’m not too sure about that.

Baby J took me under his wing and introduced me to his roommate Agust D. He was a part of the Kitty Gang as well and he sells drugs that RM a pharmacist and also a Kitty Gang member cooks for him as a side job. Agust doesn’t talk much but he looks annoyed most of the time. Baby J said, that is just the way he is and I am fine with that. He is really quiet and I know his real name is Yoongi because Baby J called him like that a few times before. Some nights when he comes back home from his work we chill on the couch together. I’m awake most of the nights. I can’t sleep well. I never could. And as I said, he doesn’t talk much but the silence is never awkward. Actually, it’s really calming and I can fall asleep better while watching tv with him next to me. He is quiet.

Baby J isn’t. Sure he is charming but boy he has too much energy. He could talk about all the plans he has the whole day. But I wonder sometimes if he actually believes what he says about making the big money and living carelessly or if it's just comforting to him. I personally think that we’ll be dead in the next five years. Nobody’s life is long in Nightlife City. One big difference between the two boys is, that Agust brings no people to have sex with home. Baby J shares his bed frequently. I couldn’t stand the noise anymore and I also spent too much time wondering how it would feel to be underneath him, so I had to spend my last money on noise-canceling headphones. Agust already has a well-working pair and he recommended me some as well.

That brings us to this rainy day in early spring but seasons don’t really matter in Nightlife City. The tall buildings swallow the colors and it always feels like there is not enough air for all the people living here. Sometimes I can’t even tell if it’s night or day because the sky is so far away and down here the darkness never seems to fade. I can’t remember if it always felt like that but especially today my head felt like the foggy weather outside and the grey sky. I was awake the whole night to gather information for our next job for Hope. It was something about a nightclub he put a lot of money into but he never got it back. It’s always about the money, how exhausting. Dawn wasn’t far but I couldn’t stop. I was too afraid of making a mistake again and the Kitty Gang feels like my last straw before drowning. The work consumed me whole at this point but I knew I needed some rest. Couldn’t look at this stupid screen anymore. When I rested my eyes for a little I looked out of the window and the night wasn’t that dark anymore. More voices could be heard on the streets down below and I wondered where Agust was. He normally is at home around that time and I really need some of his calming aura to fall asleep. It was almost a habit at this point. He sitting on the right end of the couch, looking for something to watch while I curl myself into a ball on the left side and fall asleep slowly. Is it selfish or am I worried? I only know for a fact that I am fucking sleepy. I thought about Agust for a while and decided that it was concerning so I called JK, the bouncer he takes with him sometimes. I swear this boy has a face like an angel but he is fucking strong. I heard he does some underground boxing too. That's kind of cool. I secretly hope to watch him someday. His abs are hot and his smile is unbeatable. Focus Y/N.

The phone rang a few times then JK picked up. „Hi JK it’s me, is Agust with you?“ „Y/N! Sorry I’m still at work. I didn’t see him today. You could ask V.“ „Sure…thanks.“ „Hey, how are you?“ „Sleepy. I'm preparing the information for our next job. That’s why I need Agust. I want to sleep.“ „Okay…well…I let him know if he comes around but I have to go now.“ „Bye Jk.“

I threw my phone on my desk and felt even more frustrated than before. He was probably out drinking whit V or Jin but what should I do. Maybe going for a walk could help, but I hate people and I’m sure everyone is drunk on a Saturday night. Too dangerous. Maybe I could do some workouts or meditation. I almost laughed, almost. Maybe I could…

A few moments later I stood in front of Baby Js room. It was a stupid idea. There was no way that he was awake, he came home at 4 in the morning. He was a little drunk and a little high and the only time he isn’t Prince Charming is if he gets woken up. Still, I need sleep to continue my work later. He would understand, I tried to convince myself. I knocked. „Baby J, are you awake?“ I asked into the darkness of the room after not getting a reaction I just opened the door. I must be crazy. I heard a muffled sound and some ruffling where his bed was located. He had his heavy curtains closed and no city lights nor the upcoming daylight could shine through. „What is it, princess? Is the apartment on fire?“ „No, but…“ „You know this is the only reason to wake me up after my Saturday shift.“ „I know, but listen, please. I can’t sleep and I’m feeling frustrated and normally Agust helps me with that but he isn’t here and I can’t work anymore and…“ „Okay okay, stop it. How is he helping you?“ „He just… he is just next to me I guess.“ „Fine. I knew his boring personality was good for one thing.“ Baby J switched his night lamp on and I saw him putting his blankets up for me to get underneath it. I was a little taken aback cause I never thought he would do that. For me. He didn’t bother to open his eyes but he was drowsy from sleep. His puffy lips formed a pout and I really wanted to press my… „Let's go, Love.“ He now looked at me with a waiting look, so I got myself moving. And as fast as I was under the cover as fast I fell asleep and I could smell him, it was a sweet flowery scent mixed with strong alcohol. After a second of adjusting he put his arm around my body and suddenly I was not cold anymore. I prayed to all the gods and spirits that he couldn’t hear my heart beating faster than it should. I wasn’t used to physical contact and I tried to tell myself that I don’t like it at all. What a lie, our bodies were fitting perfectly together and I loved the comforting feeling of his nose brushing against my neck. I tried to get even closer and accidentally pressed my butt against his length. He chuckled quietly. „Sleep now, princess. I need you well rested.“ That was all I needed and I was gone.

Agust D came home about 50 minutes later. He was covered in blood and he had a piece of fabric pressed against his right eye. He slammed a knife and his freshly earned money on the table in front of the couch but struggled with keeping himself on his feet. He put the fabric away from his eye but it was still bleeding. „Fuck that.“ Was all he could say before he sat on the couch. A sharp pain shoot through his body but he knew he couldn’t even afford to think about going to the hospital. „Y/N…“ he mumbled. Then he passed out.

#bts fic #agust d #min yoongi #baby j #park jimin #agust d x reader #yoongi x reader #jimin x reader #yoongi f2l #kitty gang #cyberpunk au #bts x reader

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mariesocuniverse · 2 years

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Byeol’s Relationships: Maknae Line

HanByeol

You know how people say jisung is Chan’s first kid? Yeah that

the same thing basically goes for byeol as well

As much as they clown each other jisung really values her opinions and always asks for it

Whether it be music, lyrics or anything else he always asks Byeol for her opinion

he hasn’t told her this before but he tried writing a song for Byeol to sing solo but he’s too shy about it

also another person she forces to go to bed bc 3racha can wait i’ll fight you all myself if i have to

She’s the sister he never knew he wanted

he gets really sad whenever he does something that disappoints her and doesn’t want her to have that facial expression again

he also very much is very greedy whenever he wants byeol’s love and affection

like what do you mean hyunjin is her favorite? that’s a lie

very clingy and likes to hug and hold her hand whenever they’re going somewhere

he denies it but jisung gets very pouty whenever he doesn’t get enough attention

you know thats ppl who go “Byeoooooooooool” when calling someone? he’s like that

byeol pretends to be annoyed but hasn’t done anything to stop it so everyone knows shes lying

ByeoLix

byeol literally had to do a double take when she heard felix speak for the first time bc that face and voice did not match upon first glance

after that tho?

sun can’t compare with how much these two shine

she didn’t know what it was about Felix but she immediately wanted to become friends with him on sight

she wasn’t surprised at all when felix befriended chan even though chan had his whole dark and edgy persona

Byeol likes to call him her personal energizer

One time he made her brownies when she was on her period and she cried

They’re just so soft with each other it’s so sweet

She was so heartbroken when he got eliminated and needed a moment to take a break

She once again wanted to fight jyp when he came back

sometimes when he speaks english she repeats after him in tiny

Felix’s family jokes that she might be a lost Lee sister that they never knew they had and one of felix’s sisters said byeol might be replacing them

in another world, Lee Byeol would be the biological sibling to Felix

although she’s still very much like family to him even though not by blood :D

he’s very much the person who would go out and be like “Oh noona would like this” or “this reminds me of noona”, etc etc

they both have sections in the rooms of stuff they’ve both for each other

they giggle so much whenever they’re together its honestly so adorable

SeungByeol

this guy right here

Surprisingly these two were very awkward when they first met

Seungmin thought Byeol had a certain aura to her that intimidated him so he felt a little uncomfortable

Byeol did her best to make him feel comfortable while also trying not to push boundaries

But it worked!!!

Sometimes Byeol jokingly says she regrets it bc now?

This boy takes any opportunity to tease her without fail much to her dismay

one little mistake and it wouldn’t be missed by this little shit

seungmin is literally “i can be your angle or i can be your devil” to her

but its all in good fun so she usually lets it go

top tier banter with the two of them and sometimes they don’t stop until someone pulls them apart

he called her cringe once and byeol has never felt more offended in her life

he really is the annoying yet endearing younger brother byeol didn’t know she wanted

whenever seungmin records byeol likes to sit in the recording room and listen bc she likes his voice a lot

seungmin thinks that the two of them have a nice mix of voices and want to do a cover together with jeongin

he likes hearing her sing and play piano bc its calming to him

just a typical sibling dynamic

JeongByeol

Byeol’s baby!

She just has the urge to love and take care of the boy you know?

Does he take advantage of it? Depends on the day

byeol always make sure that jeongin is okay and that he knows he’s talented and worthy of being in the group and debuting

she always has this proud look on her face whenever he’s singing

she ruffles his hair and pinches his cheeks a lot like a grandma

sometimes byeol’s sister likes to joke that he’s basically replacing her as the younger sibling

its not yang jeongin anymore guys in lee jeongin

he accidentally called her mom once and everyone could not stop laughing for a whole five minutes

byeol is like an emotional pillar for jeongin to lean on whenever he needs to talk about anything

he’s the youngest so byeol knows that he needs to be taken care of

she makes sure his voice is always heard during interviews and hypes him up during variety shows

jeongin also returns the favor by doing things like pulling her away from crowds whenever she gets too far

she’s very much someone he looks up to bc he knows how difficult it is to be in this type of group

he has the mindset of “if its this hard for me, it must be harder on byeol” so he does his best to help byeol even if its the tiniest bit

#stray kids 9th member #9th member of stray kids #stray kids female oc #stray kids female member #stray kids female addition #skz female addition #kpop female addition

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nightmare-dreamt · 9 months

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hello! I would like to request a matchup with a character from demon slayer. please and thank you! 🫶

Orientation: asexual + greyromantic (male preference).

Pronouns: she/her

Appearance: I'm 5'1. My hair is a darkish-brown with light brown streaks, and I have a long, whispy layered pixie cut. I have an inverted-triangle head shape, and I have a triangle + mesomorphic body type. I have dimples. I have beauty marks mostly on my shoulders and arms, and I specifically have one on one of my ear lobes (low-key my favorite feature, huehuegjb 🤭). I have olive-toned skin. I have almond shaped eyes, and my eye color is brown.

- Some people say I'm intimidating, but then others are like, "she's just a little guy! :D".

- I wear glasses.

- My overall style is grunge, comfy, and artsy.

General personality traits + extra: Nice, independent, caring, calm, clever, intelligent, empathetic, friendly, gentle, humble, genuine, forgiving, hard-working, humorous, kind-hearted, reliable, logical, mature, observant, patient, selfless, sweet, responsible, wise, emotionally strong, accepting, supportive, quiet, awkward, reserved, straightforward, shy, tired, blunt, brutally-honest, gullible, procrastinator, lonely.

- I'm a good listener! I always try to reassure people that I'm there for them and they can talk to me about anything. I never judge.

- I genuinely care about others.

- I'm slow to warm up to others, but once I do, I'm much more outgoing.

- People say I have a comforting aura.

Likes: Going for walks, hanging out with friends, deep conversations, blankets, the night sky, sunrises and sunsets, astronomy, psychology, literature, ancient history, nature, browsing, window shopping, sweets, pasta dishes, traveling, art, exploring, cats and dogs, music, fruit (specifically watermelon, raspberries, and strawberries 😩), coffee and tea, laughing, joking around, stormy weather, learning more about the things that interest me, to clean (willingly).

Dislikes: Waffles. , alcohol (for personal reasons), centipedes, anything that makes someone not redeemable (or whatever I think deems someone as a terrible person), humiliation, hot weather, people not listening to what I'm saying, silent treatment, being watched.

Hobbies: Painting, ceramics, playing video games, reading, listening to music (I'm pretty diverse with my taste in music but I mostly listen to k-pop, j-pop, pop, rock, punk-rock, pop-rock, calm, '80s, early 2000's) and occasionally podcasts (comedy, stories).

Etc:

- I'm a barista at a coffee shop 💪.

- I'm told that I laugh like a witch PLS.

- My big three are libra (sun), pisces (moon), and capricorn (rising).

- My MBTI type is INFJ, and my enneagram type is 5w4.

I hope that wasn't too much for you 😭

-🌻

Matchup for Anon 🌻!

Sanemi Shinaguzawa:

When you first saw him, it was clear that he had a scary personality and unknown to you he felt the same way for you. But, when the two of you actually got to know each other, you both seemd to be wrong. Deep down, he was a total softie and so were you. He tends to be soft only to those he cares for, so don't mention him being soft in public or he'll be upset.

He would want a partner who is independent and intellegent because he doesn't want someone who totally relies on him and someone who can't take care of themselves. Yes, he would want to protect you but he would love to see his partner defend themselves and tell someone off for doing something to them.

When he's upset and angry, he needs someone to be there to comfort him and thankfully he has you. He'll come to you when he's not feeling great and will just let everything out, needing someone to listen to him as he explains his problems.

I don't know why, but I could see you begging and begging him to go on cute little dates and when he finally agrees the two of you go on a cermanic date. He's rough with his hands so it can be challenging, but when the two of you are together and you're sculpting one of those pot things on the spinner wheel, his tough demanor is gone and Into a soft one.

#x reader #anime #anime x reader #headcanon #request #matchups #demon slayer x you #demon slayer #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #kny #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #kny sanemi #sanemi shinaguzawa

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 2 years

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VIII. we all fall down

✘ Synopsis : it’s been a week and your supplies are dwindling, leaving the guys with no choice but to want to go out to help you. You've told them no, but their drive to protect you is stronger than their drive to stay safe.

✘ Pairing : ??? x F!Reader

✘ TW : food shortage ; the guys being selfless ; attempts at comfort ; Heeseung starting to grow feelings ; reader slightly oblivious ;

✘ Word Count : 2.0k

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The first time they had tried to go on a supply run, it hadn’t worked that well. Not because they couldn’t find anything, it was mainly because you were terrified of them leaving. How could you not be? You didn’t want any of them to get hurt, and you didn’t want to be alone in your apartment, and you were already on the verge of having a panic attack just thinking of the potential people who could follow them back.

Jake had gone into your room to see if you were sleeping when they were about to go, the other guys had been in your living room gearing up with all of your cookware and cutlery. He thought he had been calm, but his demeanor had changed drastically, his aura completely different from what it had been during breakfast, so you called him out on it, and he started to stutter. Stammering over his words as he tried to come up with some bullshit lie that he himself knew that you wouldn’t fall for.

So you called it, and you quickly got out of bed and told them no. Sure, you needed more food, but they didn’t have to go now, they should at least wait, which in turn created another argument that no one really wanted to have, but for some reason Jay thought it was necessary. “So we’re just supposed to wait until all the food is gone before we go out scavenging? That’s fucking smart!” He voiced sternly, dropping down onto the couch and letting the frying pan he had been holding clatter to the floor.

“So it’s smarter to go out when everyone else is doing the same exact thing and they could follow you all back here?!” You screeched back, looking around at all the guys who had clearly not been thinking of that possibility, sharp breaths being taken between clenched teeth. “If you want to go out and potentially get yourselves killed, then I suggest you find somewhere else to stay at because I am not having my home attacked.” You finished, leaving it at that because there truly wasn’t anything else to say. You had made your point, and you weren’t going to elaborate any further, not when it wasn’t necessary.

Heeseung swallowed thickly, watching after you as you walked back over to your room, finding it to be the only place safe from the outside world and the living room that was constantly in its own realm of chaos from the guys. As soon as you were halfway through the door, he pushed himself up and followed you in, leaning against the frame as he stared at you, thinking of what to say, trying to find the words that would make you understand why they were planning on going out in the first place.

“We were doing it for you…” He murmured, his hands folded in front of his lap, his eyes on you as he calculated your reaction to what he had just said. “We’ve eaten a majority of your food, we’ve drunk most of your water… We’re doing it to repay you…” He elaborated, and while the sentiment was nice, he didn’t seem to understand the weight of it all.

You shook your head, drumming your fingers on your lap before smacking them down on your knees. “You can repay me by not dying.” You said matter-of-factly, watching as his doe eyes blinked rapidly. “Look… you’ve already been out there, you know what it’s like. I don’t need you to go back out there and risk yourselves just to get food. I’ve got enough.” Even though you didn’t, the thought of the guys, the thought of Niki, going out there was heart dropping, it had your stomach sinking and you wanted to vomit just thinking about what could happen to them. “Please…” You ended, your hands now clasped together as if you were praying to him, praying that he’d just listen to you, and he did, he nodded slowly, setting down the knife that he had been holding on your dresser with a soft sigh.

“We won’t… Don’t worry… We’ll stay here.” He whispered, turning his back without another word and heading back into the living room. “We’ll do it next week when she’s asleep.” He told the guys once he was far enough away from your room that he knew you wouldn’t hear him. “We say nothing about it… Just… Act like nothing is going on.”

A passing week proved to be maybe a little bit too much time of waiting, your supplies lower than you had ever feared they would be, and even the guys seemed to be worried about it, some of them skipping out on meals altogether so that another member could eat. “I’m sorry…” You choked out, watching as they scooped at the broth at the bottom of the pan. “I’ll try to go out and find-”

All the men let out a collective sound that was a mix between a grunt, groan, and shout at your words, their hands going up in disagreement. “No… It’s fine. You’re not going anywhere.” Heeseung said, his eyes scolding you silently for even thinking that you were going to do anything so drastic. “We’ll go check out the neighbors' apartments, they have to have something…” He said once you had sat back in your chair, your mouth pursed shut as you looked at him, but his suggestion had your eyebrows arching as you looked at him quizzically.

“You can’t… You can’t steal from my neighbors Hee…” You said, and while you hadn’t really ever known your neighbors, you knew from passing that they were nice people, and they clearly would never do the same thing to you. Heeseung on the other hand was slightly shocked by the nickname that he hadn’t expected you to use with him, the term almost sounding endearing if it weren’t being used to tell him no. “I’ll find something… I just need time.”

Heeseung shook his head, rolling his eyes as his neck went lax for his head to fall back and look at the ceiling as he let out a groan. “Can you just say okay to this one thing? It’s not like we’re going outside. Plus, your neighbors all left when this shit started. You’re the only one in this building…” He said, and the sudden fact hit you like a break, having you sinking lower in your chair. They had all left, and they hadn’t even checked in with you… Not that they should have, you didn’t know them, but you had just assumed… “I’m sure they left something… Blankets, beds… maybe even clothes. We’ll take whatever we can. You have nothing to worry about… So please… Just let us do this for you. There’s nothing to worry about.” He reached across the table and patted your hand, feeling the eyes of all the other members on him from the small gesture of attempted comfort.

Doing it for you almost made the guilt grow tenfold. They didn’t have to risk themselves for you, there was no reason to. What were you to them other than some fan that had crazily offered up her home? You were sure that they had thought you were nuts when the message had first come in, but even if they had taken that offer, they didn’t owe you anything for your act of kindness, but here they were, assuming that they did. “Only the neighbors…” You whispered, letting your head drop into your hands, your fingers tugging at your hair as they combed through it. “I swear to god, Hee… only the neighbors.” You emphasized your words, hoping that they’d ingrain themselves into his head. It felt like you were losing everything, your family, your sanity, and you didn’t want to lose them along with it.

Candles were set up neatly on the coffee table in the living room as the boys pulled out one of your board games, smiles on their faces as they watched you exit the bathroom with your own candle, your hair dripping and your t-shirt hanging loosely down to your knees as you looked at them. You didn’t know how long the water would stay on, so you wanted to enjoy having it for as long as you could before that was taken away from you as well.

“Do you want to play with us?” Niki asked, looking up at you with that familiar childlike glow in his eyes that only seemed to sparkle brighter with the reflection of the candlelight. “We found a couple loose coins in your couch, so we have enough pawns for everyone.” You couldn’t stifle the small giggle that left you, the sound of it seeming to put everyone in the room in a state of shock, as if they had never heard you laugh before. Were you really that miserable? Would it really shock them if you were? The world was ending, how could you feel anything other than negative emotions? Still, the mention of digging through couch cushions to find change brought you back to a time when you’d do the same just to have an extra player for board games, or when you needed that quarter to buy a piece of stale bubblegum from the machine on the way out of the grocery store. Things that seemed mundane and boring now held a sense of nostalgia that you wouldn’t get back.

“No no… It’s alright. You guys have fun… I’m gonna turn in for the night.” You waved to them, letting your eyes scan over their faces, some of them disappointed at your lack of eagerness to join, others looked indifferent, as if the only thing they wanted was to win. It looked normal enough, just a group of men sitting in the living room playing a board game. It was what most would do if the power were out. For the first time, it felt like a normal night… If only it was. “Make sure you blow out the candles before you go to bed… I’ll see you all in the morning.” You said softly, retiring to your bedroom and shutting the door behind you, settling into bed and for once since everything had happened, closing your eyes and falling into a peaceful sleep.

“Alright…” Jay said quietly, flipping over the gameboard that held a weakly drawn map of the city and the apartment building. “We hit outside first, and then we come back here and we go through the apartments. If anyone were to follow us, they wouldn’t come here, they’d follow us to the empty apartments and Y/N would be safe.” Everyone nodded in agreement, pulling out backpacks and duffle bags that they had found in your apartment while you were in the shower. “Whatever we do, we do not come back here until it’s safe.”

Heeseung nodded quickly, grabbing the knife that you had returned to the kitchen a week ago, the utensil snug in his grasp, although he was sure that he didn’t want to use it, and he didn’t even know if he’d be able to if faced with a reason. “We need to be quiet too… We can’t risk her. If she hears us leave, she’ll come following behind us, and I don’t want anything to happen to her.” He said, and again was met with the speculative glances of everyone in the room, glances that he didn’t quite understand, glances that he quickly wrote off with no real reasoning.

“I want everyone to stick together, no matter what.” Jungwon added, taking over the role of leader once again when things had grown silent, giving him a gap to speak. “There’s strength in numbers, and I’m sure our numbers are higher than others. We take whatever we can get, there’s no time for browsing or whatever, we take anything and everything that can fit in our bags and we go. Got it?” Everyone grunted in agreement, pushing themselves up off the floor and getting their bags on.

They weren’t sure if they’d make it back, the most any of them could do was hope that they would. As they headed for the door, Heeseung looked back at your closed bedroom door, hoping that you were sleeping soundly, that you were peaceful, and that when you woke up, you’d still see them there.

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tolerate it.

vii. if it's all in my head, tell me now.

— “not so strangely, the stranger knows where my hiding spots, my weak spots, and the spots in my body no one else knew about and i knew exactly where his were. he knew where to hit the walls to make it crumble, but he never tried to hitting it hard enough to break it. does he want me to break it for him? is he waiting for me to make a hole in the exact shape of him for him to actually try?”

“Madam Eli!” Kyle happily greets Eli as soon as she opens the door to her own home. The rest of them were in the dining table, and true to his word, Leon did kept Kyle out of the kitchen, making the first to notice that she was home.

Aside from the occasional updates over social media and yapping from Ynes, she has never heard from Kyle personally since her departure with them years ago. She thought that he’d have changed like her best friend did all those years, but oddly enough, he was still the same. He was probably taller in stature and looked more manly now than then but his aura exuded the same warmth as she recalls it.

Eli could not help but smile at him.

Leon saw it—the way she smiled at him so easily like it was a natural response to his bandmate. Ever since they were shoved inside of this house, he has never seen Eli smile that warmly at him. Eli never even looked at him unless she needed to. You could just tell that Eli couldn’t even stomach considering him even as a friend. Was she really that hurt?

“Eli!” Amir stood up from the dining table and followed Kyle, even opening his arms to offer a hug for Eli.

Leon can’t tell if it was jealousy or just guilt. Maybe it was a mix of both. There was a heavy feeling on his chest when Eli accepted the hug and even asked him how he was, apologizing for how things turned out for Margot, Leon’s now ex-girlfriend. Amir responded to her the way he used to four years ago, with so much care as if he was his own little sister too. After all, they knew each other for that long for him to see her in that kind of light. Amir tells her it’s not her apology to make and it wasn’t an apology he is to accept either way and that there’s nothing she should be guilty of.

Amir knew the words to comfort Eli and Leon couldn't help but hate himself for not knowing what to say whenever Eli thought of things like that. It’s not like Eli told him about her thoughts either way. They were always away at work and Eli has been missing their dinners on purpose to avoid him. Maybe even more now than before, after he intruded in her work station last night.

“Akin na ‘yan.”

Even with his urges to fight his friends for being better at him in making Eli feel comfortable, fighting them would only fuel that already burning fire of hatred Eli had for him. Instead, he tries to take Eli’s bags from her shoulder, along with her canister drawing tube.

“It’s okay, kaya ko naman,” Eli responds to him, surprisingly, softly. She did not sound angry at all. Especially after what happened this morning during the food tasting, he expected that Eli would be fuming at him for pulling that kind of shit for the sake of convincing other people into their game — but she was calm.

“I know, hindi ko naman sinabi na hindi mo kaya.”

Eli seemed taken back by his response that she froze before she could stop them from taking it from her. Truth to be told, her bag was heavy as fuck with her gadgets and everything else in them but she already got used to the weight of it after years of carrying it around for the nature of her job. “Magbihis ka na sa taas, I’ll call you kapag okay na ang dinner.”

Everyone else looks at them in curiosity, seeing how they are able to stand each other for longer than 5 seconds without someone attempting to break the other’s neck.

“I’ll cook with Kuya,” Eli replies, tapping his shoulder. “Wala naman akong balak lasunin kayo.”

Leon smiles at her, fondly, for that matter. “Okay,” he says, before playfully poking her cheek. “Saan ito ilalagay?”

She responds by also playfully glaring at him for poking her cheek. “Sa atelier.”

“Okay lang na pumasok ako doon?”

Elijah thinks of it for a good while, thinking back to her and Ynes’ conversation earlier. Her works were great and Leon might just be the luckiest person in the world to inspire most of them. She always painted him the best colors that she had even after setting her aside just like that.

There was a difference between letting everyone in her atelier and going inside the atelier. She wasn’t ready for him to see all the mess that came out from her heartbreaks and surges of emotions— but right now seemed the right time.

Eli nodded at him. “Isama mo sila Kuya Amir,” she smiled at him. Leon felt his heart skip a beat and then flutter. This is what it feels like when she feels at her best.

She smiled at him. For the first time since they got in here. It didn’t even feel real.

“Dalian mo na bago pa magbago ang isip ko,” she joked before pulling up her sleeves and walking over to Tobias, who is busy cutting up meat for their dinner.

“Good mood ka,” Tobi chuckled at her, before handing her some of the cut up meat to marinate.

“Maybe,” she replied curtly. “Or baka may ibang tao lang kaya hindi s’ya nakakainis.”

“Galing n’yo kanina ha,” Tobi laughed, leaning against the marble counters to look at Eli properly. “If I didn’t know any better, iisipin ko na nagkakamabutihan na kayo.”

“Well, I’m not Soren Yang’s daughter for nothing.”

“But really, Ellie,” Tobi sighed, suddenly changing his tone. “What’s holding you back? Bakit ayaw n’yo pang pagusapan ‘yung nangyari?”

“It’s either there really is nothing to it, or hindi pa kami mature enough to talk about it,” Elijah responded truthfully while still avoiding Tobi’s gaze. It was obvious that Tobi was trying to get a decent answer from her, but what she said really was all she knew. She didn’t know.

“You know, I tried naman to put up with your brother,” Eli continued. “But I don’t know him anymore. I feel like I’m walking on eggshells when we’re alone. I don’t know how to address things with him. Nasa point na ako minsan na naiisip ko kung magiging okay pa ba ang mga bagay sa kanya. Kasi minsan he’s nice and all, but there are times na parang hindi n’ya matiis ang presensya ko. He keeps saying shit that aggravates me and nakakafrustrate na s’ya, kuya. I can’t say na I haven’t tried. I’m just tired at this point.”

“Leon had a meltdown noong nagbreak sila ni Krizal,” Tobi started before going back to cutting up he meat. “Krizal kept on accusing him of cheating on her with you kahit na it was obvious na he already ditched you for her. Hindi ko alam kung ano pa ang gusto n’ya. But he wasn’t the same anymore after that. Hindi namin rin alam what triggered him to switch up like that, ‘yon ba ‘yung narealize n’ya na iniwan ka n’ya para sa taong hindi pala worth it o dahil iniwan s’ya ng taong ginawa n’ya ang lahat para lang na patunayan na mahal n’ya.

“Either way, Leon wasn’t the same anymore after that. He coped by dating people that were different from Krizal and the next one was different from the last one. The moment na ma-bring up ang pangalan mo, he would either detach and just wait for them to break up with him. Siguro nasanay nalang din kami na ganoon kaya natitiis na namin s’ya ngayon. Kaya if you’re thinking na ang hirap hirap n’yang intindihin ngayon dahil hindi na s’ya yung Leon na kilala mo noon, there’s nothing to worry about. Dumaan rin kami doon.

“I’m not saying na i-tolerate mo, ‘yon. We don’t tolerate him when he’s being an asshole. You’re doing a great job in ignoring him kapag nagtatanga-tangahan nanaman s’ya. I’m just saying na kung nahihirapan kang intindihin si Leon, valid ang feelings mo. Totoo ‘yon. Hindi na rin ganoon ka-open si Leon matapos n’yo mag-fall out. Ang hirap n’yang intindihin. Nagsasabi naman ‘yan dati sa amin ni Bia kapag may bumabagabag sa kan’ya. But ngayon hindi na.”

“He dated a literal psychotherapist,” Eli scoffed. “Wala ba s’yang natutunan about a thing or two sa pakikipagcommunicate?”

“Talent ni Mags ang intindihin ang hayop na ‘yan,” Tobi chuckled. “Maybe that’s why they worked out so well. Si Margot lang ang may pasensya na makipagusap sa kan’ya kapag magkakaganon s’ya. Margot was his only ex-girlfriend that was willing to listen to him to talk about kung gaano kahirap sa kan’ya ang iwan at noong pumayag ka lang na iwanan ka. Si tanga, kasalanan naman n’ya. Pero ayon, dahil nga si Mags lang ang babae na hindi ka brining up against kay Leon, siguro dahil doon kaya bakit ang sama sama ng loob n’ya. Si Mags lang ‘yung hindi takot na kuhanin mo si Leon sa kan’ya eh.”

“And I was the one who took him from her.”

“Hindi ikaw,” Tobi corrected. “Hindi naman ikaw ang may gusto. For all we know, inagaw ka lang rin kay Isaac. Isaac nga ano? Tama ba?” Elijah nodded. “Oh ‘di ba? Parehas lang kayong inipit dito. Lahat kayo, actually, inipit dito. It’s unfair, pero ano nga ba ang magagawa na’tin?

“But really, thank you.”

Elijah looked up at him from where she was massaging the meat into the sauce. “Bakit?”

“Niligtas mo ‘yung banda just as much as Margot did noong hindi mo tinakbuhan ‘yung deal. Ang dali kasing tumakbo nalang at taguan sila haanggang sa tigilan ka nila. But you stayed. Alam ko namang hindi ‘yon ang dahilan mo, pero salamat pa rin.”

Elijah could not help but feel tears in the corner of her eyes, remembering how much it hurt her to detach from the band. The thought of Tobias and possibly Amir as well, going through that same feeling hurt her more than she liked to admit. She would never want to wish that kind of heartache to anyone, especially to two of the most passionate musicians she’s ever met in her entire life—the very foundations of both the Loophole and the Midnight Covey.

“I’m always going to be Midnight Covey’s first fan,” she smiled at him, “Nothing is going to change that, Kuya.”

“Thank you,” he smiled at him.

cont. to elijah and bianca's conversation (click here)

“Babes, you look alright,” Ynes sighed, pulling Elijah away from the mirror of their room. They’ve been with each other since dawn, opting to drive to Batangas before Leon so they’d have more time to prepare for the party in the venue.

“Hindi ba ako mukhang underdressed? Papa has a lot of business partners coming, I don’t wanna look unkempt—”

“Gusto mo ba mag-gown na? Maganda na nga sabi,” Jacynthe frustratingly helps Ynes with pulling Elijah away from the full-length mirror to sit her down for make-up. Honestly, though it would’ve been better to just hire a make-up artist, they just decided to let Jas have the pleasure to do the job. After all, Jas has been doing this for them long before there was something like this happening in their lives. Plus, Eli’s anxiety would’ve put her off by just the mere fact that she’ll have someone stare at her face for hours on end just to make her ‘prettier’.

“Okay, run down muna uli ng mga hindi n’yo pwedeng gawin,” Al announced, her iPad in her hand, seemingly having a list on her notes app just so they would be able to go through every single one of them.

Everyone but Jas, who is now busy matching lipstick shades for Eli, looked at Al attentively.

“Number one, bawal awayin si Leon,” Al sighed.

“Sayang,” Bella jokes, but still ended up getting a playful smack on the arm from Ynes.

“Please, in love dapat sila sa isa’t isa. Which brings us to number two, hindi p’wede i-mention si Isaac or si Margot Lee. Kung magawa n’yo man, isusungalngal ko ‘to sa ngalangala n’yo,” Al raises her pencil up to show exactly what she was talking about. “Please, don’t mention anything. Lagot tayo. Maraming businessmen, socialites and other elite families ang andito and we’re doomed if malaman nila na arranged ang lahat ng ‘to and the fairytale bullshit na finabricate nila ay hindi totoo. Also, my parents are going to be there. I think Jas’ parents are too, ‘yung kay Ynes sure na and’yan, and yung kay Bella probably won’t be there kasi her parents are in SoKor. So, unless gusto n’yong maging shitshow rin ito for the rest of us, ‘wag nalang natin imention.”

“Noted, Ma’am!” Jas chuckles.

It’s not hard to admit that all of them can get a little neurotic when it comes to things that mattered to them. This was especially important to Eli, considering that she will be the one presented later. Though she’s never felt more objectified to be offered to another family as a gift to prove their loyalty to building their collaborated project, it still felt like her responsibility to put up a good front for her family. After all, if the image suffers, everyone does and god forbid she wants to Cielo and Bianca to experience half the shit they are going through right now.

“Number three, last na to. Please don’t get shit-faced drunk,” Ally sighed. “God, ‘yung ginawa n’yo noong isang gabi—big no. Utang na loob. If you can help it, walang lalapit sa bar. Jacynthe, heavy on you, if you do end up hooking up with someone tonight, make sure you’re not going to end up pregnant and make sure you reach out to me to figure out an NDA if you end up boning with a filthy rich guy. Kasi those people with fuck you up and it’s not gonna end well. Bawasan na natin ng sakit ng ulo si Tita, okay? But that applies to everyone. Malaki na kayo. Do it safe. Eli, if you’ll be the one to do it with someone na hindi si Leon, which is unlikely based sa personality mo, please wag kang magpapahuli kasi lagot ka.”

“Noted po,” Elijah sighed, slumping back on her chair, letting her mind wander off to what happened last night.

“Isang kanta lang, Madam,” Kyle whined, already begging with the acoustic guitar in hand, for her to play just one song for tomorrow.

Truth was, Elijah wasn’t even sure if she could still play. The music room was there for a few reasons, some of them being she never thought she’d be the one living in there and she’s always wanted her kids to learn music one day. Because if her parents were against the thought of her pursuing music, she would never do that to her own children if she ended up having any.

But it was never there because she planned to play in a band ever again.

“Anong kanta?”

“Payag ka na?” Amir’s head whipped towards her direction from where he was sitting.

“Ano munang kanta?”

“Mahika,” Kyle cheekily grins in front of her. Mahika was one of the few songs that Elijah sang when she was still in the Loophole. It was probably the last song that had its clout in their underground band scene before Elijah left the band for good. Her singing in it and the band gaining a good amount of popularity from it was probably what ticked Soren Yang to force Elijah out of it because he was afraid she’ll pursue it instead of actually doing something that would be beneficial to the company.

Mahika was a song that she wrote on her own. It getting its own kind of short glory really makes her heart swell in happiness but that short glory, that miniscule chance that the band will be successful one day, was the very reason her happiness was taken away from her. It was a bittersweet relationship between her and that song. Most times she wished she never showed it to Leon so that it was never proposed to be played and recorded at all. She still would’ve been in the band.

“Okay lang?”

“Yeah, sure. Basta kapag pumutok ang ugat sa batok ng tatay ko, kasalanan n’yo.”

“Okay na, darling,” Jas smiled, poking a finger on her cheek to get her attention.

She was never one to toot her own horn but Jas’ work was beautiful. She genuinely felt beautiful enough to face the hundreds of people that their parents invited for the reason that the wedding would be much more intimate and strictly family and close friends-only in the guest list.

—

“Lamig pa rin ng kamay mo,” Leon chuckled as he held Eli’s hand in between both of his while they waited for the organizer’s call that the event was going to start and they were needed in the venue.. It’s only been two days since Leon started initiating things like holding hands and occasionally having his hand around her waist or shoulders. Normally Eli would’ve freaked out already, but for the sake of putting on a show, she’s already gotten used to it. Though she would still deny that there was some sort of comfort in holding his hand.

After all, most of their ill-history and personal differences aside, the both of them are on the losing side here. There was comfort in the fact whether or not they see each other eye to eye, they are in each other’s corner.

“Kinakabahan ka?” He asked gently, squeezing her hand to get her attention after noticing she was spaced out. He knew she was, but if there was something he learned from Margot, anticipation is where you are the most anxious and talking can distract you from it. Leon did not know if assurance would be the best thing that Eli would want right now, but it’s what he gave when he saw her respond with a nod. “It’s okay— Well, hindi s’ya okay. But I’m here. Alam kong lagi tayong magkaaway and magkasama tayo buong araw ngayon, kaya if you need something, just tell me. I’ll do my best to get it for you, okay?”

Eli didn’t know how to feel about that. Frankly, after everything that has been through, she didn’t know if she was strong enough to trust Leon like that again.

Why is he doing this?

How long is he going to be like this?

Those questions kept on bothering her every time he did something other than picking a fight.

She didn’t want to get used to something that was gonna go away in a few days or months or maybe even years. The thought of her being abandoned once again haunted her.

And if Leon, even after literally spending his entire life with her, once was able to quickly leave her for someone he wanted to pursue. He can do it again now that he already did it once. What weight does he hold on him now?

Probably not a lot.

Leon would leave the second he gets the chance.

Elijah would too… maybe.

“What’s on your mind?” Leon asks, pulling Elijah close to him and making her look at him by lifting her chin up.

Leon was astounded by how Elijah’s face stood so close to his. The distance gave him enough time to see how every curve, every beauty mark, the way her tired looking eyes fluttered, and even the way her lips were in a slight pout. It was all so beautiful to him, but also so new.

Maybe it was the light in the room. Or the nerves. Or something else. But he’s never seen Elijah look so beautiful before.

She looked divine.

He was sure she was Aphrodite in disguise at that very moment.

“I’m not sure,” she lies but the same fear from yesterday was bubbling in the pit of her stomach once again.

Leon went to move closer to the alluring sight in front of him…

and closer…

As if the fear scurried away when he was just an inch away from her face, Elijah did not dare to step back and instead, and out of impulse moves closer to close the gap between their lips.

Leon did not hold back, hand moving from holding her hand to her waist to pull her impossibly closer while the other caresses her face ever so gently. While both of hers finds solace on the sides of both of his arms, feeling the soft fabric of his dress shirt, clinging on it as they relish on the wet feeling of their lips moving on each other like it has always supposed to belong to each other.

She could feel her thumping heart finally slowing down, letting her defenses down as she calms from the anxiety over everything that's about to happen.

Finally at rest, or so they thought.

“Ate?”

Both of them abruptly pull away from the kiss and turn to see Liz with an appalled expression on her face and Bianca in a panicked state trying to pull Liz away from the door.

“Shit.”

“Liz, let me explain,” Eli does not waste a moment, following Liz and Bianca towards the hall. “Annaliz!”

“Explain what, Ate? Na you’re already making out with someone in less than two weeks since your break up with kuya?” Liz spat with so much venom coating her words that Eli felt it taunting her for acting so recklessly. She then turns to Bianca, “Ikaw? Ano? Kaya ba isinama mo ako dito? Para ano? Ipagmalaki na nanalo na uli ang Kuya mo?”

“Liz…” Bianca looked nothing less than disappointed with how Liz was reacting to the situation. “How can you say that?”

“Anong how can you say that? I expected so much more sa inyo! I thought you hated this guy, Ate Ellie, tell me why the hell were you making out with him just now?”

Eli did not know what to say. This was all her fault. She shouldn't have kissed Leon. She shouldn’t have allowed her impulse to take over her.

God ang stupid talaga.

“Liz, calm down–”

“You know what,” she snatches her hand away from Bianca. “I can’t stay here. Ang sasama ng mga ugali n’yo. You and all your families are cruel and evil. It’s even worse to think now that I thought I was falling in love with you, Bianca.”

She then walks away before any of them could say something.

Elijah couldn’t think of anything else to do but fall to her knees and apologize to Bianca, who looked so distraught over what happened.

“Bia, I’m so sorry,” she sobbed, holding both of her hands as she stayed on her knees, begging for the younger girl’s forgiveness for ruining her just budding relationship with her ex’s little sister.

Both Bianca and Leon were trying to get her off her knees but Elijah remained unconsolable as she let out painful sobs.

“It’s not your fault, ate,” Bianca mumbles through her own tears as she helps her brother to get Elijah up

“I… I didn’t mean for it to end up that way— Gosh, ang tanga tanga. I’m so sorry.”

“Bia, look for Kuya Santi or si Ate Ynes,” Leon orders her, handing her a handkerchief to wipe her face first before dashing out of the building and into the event grounds.

“I’m sorry I kissed you,” Elijah whimpered against his shoulder as they stood there in the empty hall of the hotel they managed to rent for the entire event. “Nasira ko ‘yung relasyon ni Bia—”

“Hey, it was my fault too,” Leon sighs, rubbing soothing circles on her back. The entire situation was taunting him as well for causing so much distress on Elijah once again because he was just as reckless with his decisions. “I’m sorry you have to go through this, Eli.”

It was the first time he called her by that name since they got stuck together and it just slipped out of his mouth. As much as he knew it would be hard for Elijah to believe it, this was hurting him just as much. He was just as careless and the price to pay was his own little sister’s happiness for the actions that he did.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been the nicest person in the world,” he mumbles, choking on some words as he tries to hold back tears as well. He was never one to cry in front of anyone. But this is Eli. His Eli. Eli will never judge her for having emotions. For being hurt especially.

“I’m so sorry, I left you, Eli.”

“Are you really?” She asked, looking up to him.

It didn’t sound like she was mocking him. It sounded more like she was hopeful that it was true. Like she was hoping that the fall out maimed him too unlike what she had always thought.

“I am,” he replied softly as he stared at her glossed over eyes, breaking his own heart in the process. No one has looked this beautiful this close while crying. But he had to hold himself back from doing just what he did earlier. Instead he rests his forehead on hers and mumbles yet another apology.

God. If he is lying, please tell me now. Tell me I’m not wrong for believing him right now. Elijah’s thoughts ran in circles over and over until she might just pass out, but this wasn’t the right time. She had to fight against her ruminating thoughts, even just for tonight.

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faeryarchives · 2 years

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May I request head-canons for the heartslaybyul dorm with a mc who's very similar to yanfei? i feel like them and riddle would get along swimmingly

OOOO yanfei like mc/reader with heartslabyul sounds interesting !! someone who values contract with a dorm that has their own set of rules 🤭

heartslabyul with a yanfei like gender neutral reader!

a half-illuminated beast and highly skilled legal adviser who devotes themselves protecting the fairness of contracts with their identity as a legal adviser and experience.

: ̗̀➛ riddle rosehearts

riddle is intrigued on how you cherish the contracts! you somehow remind him a certain dorm leader but the difference is that you help people free of charge

the moment you got teleported into twisted wonderland, he was shocked that you had your face buried in a thick book as if you didn't even know you were being stared by people

well they are staring i mean who wouldn't be shocked 🤷🏻‍♀️

"commercial law of liyue," chapter 27, section 6, article 3 stipulates that— wait, what was it...? oh my goodness, I've completely forgotten! oh wait where am i?"

"chapter 6 section what?"

the dorm leader was wary of you at first because sometimes you would get in trouble with the heartslabyul duo and grim due to your playful nature

but you will make it up to them! one time you broke one of the rules and to make it up for riddle, you asked if you can get a copy so that you would be aware next time

riddle wouldn't expect that anyone would memorize all of the 801 rules but to his surprise you did!

"hey be careful there ace or you just might break the rule 309"

"how did you know that?!"

"well i was able to memorize every cases i had in my previous world so why not memorize the rules here as well?"

the two of you would often exchange stories, well its mostly you because you tend to talk a lot especially when you enjoy the subject! and actually riddle like it how you didn't mind him just listening to you and often chime in

riddle is very thankful that he could approach you because he considers you as one of his closest friends and even a comfort person who he can confide in!

"(name)? thank you for keeping up with my temper and problems.

"hmm? that's okay! do not seek to emulate the past, for there is no law that can suffice for all time. as long as you try to make up the mistake you made, i will be always by your side!"

oh please comfort this goldfish, he cried the moment you told him that 😭 all he could think of is that he was very glad he met you

: ̗̀➛ trey clover

to be honest, the two of you would first meet in the kitchen because you were craving for some tofu and you somehow bump into trey who was cooking for the upcoming unbirthday party.

and honestly? you already trust him, call it your instinct but trey have this trustworthy aura which made you comfortable around him

turns out you two are a good match! trey would often fin himself indulged in your talks about a certain topic having loopholes which didn't make sense at all.

"like could you believe that they try proving that him selling fake accessories was a privilege because normally he wouldn't do that."

"ok calm down, here is your tofu."

the vice dorm leader never fails to laugh whenever you would get into a debate with cater of all people. it will always end up with cater sadly updating his magicam "(nickname)-chan beat me in our debate again boo hoo. #poorkei #idonotdeservethis #tomatoestomatoes"

what he didn't expect that you were really good at battling with your pyro vision and catalyst along with the control of your aiming when you fought the overblotted riddle.

"(name) be careful you might get bur-"

"riddle might b my close friend but letting him lose will result to disaster. time for your arraignment!"

"is that a dear?!"

the way you two would always look for your friends will make you look like a married couple - especially when trey would try calming you down when talking about stressful cases.

: ̗̀➛ cater diamond

the first thing cater noticed about you were your cream colored antlers! they were so adorable that he couldn't help but accidentally touching it when you visited the dorm to help ace be uncollared again.

"those antlers are totes adorbs! are they real?"

"well yeah they are part of my bod-"

the two of you would definitely go to shopping, taking pictures and having debates on what clothes would suit you or cater better.

he even brought you to the light music club the moment he learn that you know how to rap.

he did expect you to rap because once he heard you giving adeuce and grim a rundown about your experience about being a legal adviser back in your nation and it took a day!

"(nickname)-chan, what was the case that you were were hesitant to take?"

"oh, it was a divorce case. i always feel bad for the children who will be involved during custody battles. usually there was no solution to make both party happy especially when custody of the child would be brought up."

and he admired that part of you, wanting to create a happy and honest life for everyone

as much as he wants to tease you because the two of you are somewhat close friends, cater learned not to try pissing you off because he literally saw you throwing your thick book at ace.

: ̗̀➛ deuce spade

oh troublemaker 2 after grim

to be honest, he reminds you of your friend back home, deuce is the type to fall for his friends' pranks that's why you can help but sometimes tease him but very slightly.

"deuce did you do the homework given by mister crewel?"

"we have an assignment?!"

"yeah, i could let you cop- oh no he is here."

you were his seat mate so you could see how nervous he was until you told him it was just prank. deuce let go of the deep breath he was holding in

the first year wouldn't mind you playing small. tricks on him because you always help him with your lessons and the troubles you are getting into with ace and grim. so little tricks would do

his eyes almost popped out its sockets when you stepped in between him and a group of first years after the awarding ceremony and boy! he never knew you could fight at all and was enchanted by the scarlet seals around you each time you attacked

"you know, i warned you many times not to do this again but you didn't listen. motion to compel!"

"eek!"

"that is so cool! (name) we should train together sometime!"

you really enjoy his company and was glad to see he is very interested about you being a legal adviser and even memorizing all of heartslabyul rules!

when he asked how you did that, be prepared for a very long rundown about your years of experience.

: ̗̀➛ ace trappola

here comes troublemaker 3

just like deuce, he reminds you of your director best friend which made you a bit familiar with ace in some way

but sometimes he would just try to get on your nerves to see what would you do when you got angry, and one time he did made you angry.

somehow the first year thought it would be a good thing to steal your tofu when you got buried after being flooded by consultation of nrc students - ace regretted everything.

"ow, ow, ow! (name) stop, i would't do it again"

"ok come here so i can slap you."

"oka- why are you holding your book?!"

"i am slapping you with this."

"i am very very sorry!"

he is the only person you could talk to for hours! the two of you would never run out of topic to talk about and could go on for days!

but this doesn't make him safe after breaking some rules though - you would still reprimand him for breaking a rule he always hear from the prefect themselves.

ace already knew the moment he saw you and your antlers that you weren't fully human and find your scales cool!

and the fact that even you are different from normal people in your world, you didn't mind at all because you grew up with your human father that taught you about human culture/

"and he is just as talkative like me maybe that is where i got my hobby."

"no kidding, i never met someone who can talk a lot other than myself i think are meant to be friends after all."

whenever you feel mischievous, you would go and join the trio and it will end up in a disaster but hey! laugh away now, fix problems after!

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lunarticxenia · 3 years

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The Sun Signs

Hi guys! So I decided to make a series. I’m going to do: each sign in each planet, each house placement for every planet, and the aspects for all the planets. This of course is going to be over the course of a month; it’s going to take a while to cover everything LMAO. I’m thinking of doing this and alternating between asteroids, “placements that make people ____”, and astrology observations. Without further ado, here’s my take on the sun signs based off of people I know:

🪁 Aries: These people are go-getters and know what they want when they want it. I feel like a lot of people associate Aries with being extroverts because they’re a fire sign, but I know ALOT of Aries and 95% of them have been shy. It’s more of the Aries moons that I’ve noticed that have been more extroverted. However other aspects in your chart can determine this. They’re also extremely competitive and very hard workers. Every Aries I’ve ever met has worked their ass off, and they keep working their asses off until they perfect everything. Some negatives are that Aries people can be super dramatic as well, and don’t take other people’s advice. Even when they ask for it, if their mind is set on something, there’s no going back.

🪁 Taurus: Boy oh boy, do these people just want to go on a 10 year vacation and not have to deal with anyone ever again. These people love the finer things in life; they most likely have a creative hobby or have a creative streak. They also love good food and they love a good nap. Now everyone says Tauruses are super chill, and honestly, it depends on other aspects in their chart. I’ve known super chill Tauruses and super chaotic Tauruses. I’ve noticed the chaotic Tauruses have a lot of Aries energy in their chart i.e. Aries Mercury and Aries Mars (no offense Aries). I’d say a downside of Tauruses is that they can be lazy because they love to relax (however this depends on other aspects) and they can be apathetic a lot. I’ve found that Tauruses can very much disconnect themselves from a situation when they have to, so they can keep calm and grounded.

🪁 Gemini: These people are social and will talk for hours. I don’t mean this in a bad way. Even the more introverted Geminis, once you get to know them they will talk for days especially about things they’re passionate about. I think it’s a cute and endearing trait. A lot of people hate on Geminis, but I don’t get it. One of my best friends is a Gemini, and she’s the most genuine person I’ve ever met. In fact, most Geminis I’ve met have not been two-faced, at least from my experience. I think that Geminis are also very funny, every Gemini I’ve met has made me laugh my ass off. Every single one. They have a great sense of humor and a very engaging personality. You can see this with Gemini politicians, they’re very charismatic and know how to entertain a crowd. I’d say the more negative side of Gemini is that they can be very flighty about what they want and while they’re social, they’re not always the best communicators when it comes to interpersonal relationships.

🪁 Cancer: I’ve found that Cancers are either extremely extroverted or extremely introverted; and this can change depending on their mood LMAO. I can speak from experience; I am a Cancer. Sometimes I feel like being social and talking; other times I hate people and I just don’t wanna deal with them. Cancers also always have a softness to them; even if they have a lot of fire energy. I don’t know how to describe it other than they just look like water itself. I’d say some obvious downsides of Cancer are that they can be extremely moody and they can be snippy. If you catch them in the wrong mood, they’ll snap at you. I’m guilty of this as well.

🪁 Leo: Again, a lot of people don’t like Leos but I love them. The Leos I’ve met have not been self centered at all- in fact they’re the exact opposite. Perhaps it’s the underdeveloped Leo suns who are self-centered, but all the ones I’ve met have always put others before themselves. They’re not cocky at all. I’ve also found that Leos all have really nice hair; this is a stereotype that’s definitely true. I’ve never met a Leo with bad hair. I’ve also found that they’re super creative and even if they don’t have a creative hobby, they have a creative flair. They’re also REALLY funny. I feel like they’re definitely slept on in terms of funny placements. This is the sign that rules “performing” in a way, so of course they’re going to be entertaining.

🪁 Virgo: My favorite sign. I love all the signs in their own way, but Virgo is my favorite. Every single Virgo I’ve met I’ve loved. I get along so well with them. Virgos are shit on for being critical but it’s because they know that the people in question can achieve so much. Virgos also save that critical energy for themselves and can tear themselves apart if they’re not perfect. These people are also always putting others before themselves and always try to help everyone. Remember the 6th house rules one’s sense of usefulness. They feel that if they’re not being useful in some way to people that they’re not good enough. I literally just want to hug every Virgo. Also they’re not boring at all. FOH. Virgos are literally so much fun.

🪁 Libra: These people are just so likable. No matter what they do, you just tend to like them for some reason. They can adapt to any type of personality and they have a way of making everyone like them. This is why Libra suns tend to be popular; they’re very bubbly and sociable. Even if they’re not popular, they’re well-liked. However, this can be their downfall as well. They can be superficial and fake. They tend to flip flop in arguments alot, and they try to play on both sides which can create more tension between two people. Also, have you ever seen a Libra try to make a decision? LMAO. Love them though.

🪁 Scorpio: Your eyes. Holy fuck. You can tell if someone is a Scorpio just by the gaze in their eyes. They stare into your fucking soul. Even if their eyes are a light color, there’s always a sense of mystery and darkness to them. Despite this sense of power they give off, once you get to know them they’re literally the biggest teddy bears. Literally just go up to one and talk to them, they’ll talk to you and be all nice and happy. I’ve noticed that Scorpios just don’t like to talk about their emotions or what goes on in their heads either. They like to look strong and they don’t show their vulnerable side to just anybody. This would be one of their downfalls. They have a hard time being vulnerable and letting people in. They look fierce, but they’re sweet and just want a hug.

🪁 Sagittarius: The funniest people ever. I’ve never met a non-funny Sagittarius. I work with two of them and they have me in tears laughing. They’re also very smart and you can talk to them about anything. Even if they don’t get the best grades in school (which I rarely see, the Valedictorian and the Salutatorian were both Sagittariuses) they always have a base knowledge about everything. They’re also extremely chill and try not to take life too seriously. I’ve found that a downside of this placement is that they can be very flighty in love. They have a hard time settling down which can be difficult for someone who wants to date them. Sagittariuses crave independence and they’re usually not the relationship types. Also they have a hard time taking things seriously.

🪁 Capricorns: My guilty pleasure. I’ve dated two of them and 75% of the people I’ve liked were Capricorn suns. I feel like people overlook the appeal of Capricorns. Scorpios are the “sexy” ones, but have you seen how attractive Capricorns can be? Remember, in Tarot, the Devil rules Capricorn, so they can be devilishly handsome or darkly beautiful. Even if they’re not the most attractive person in the room, they have an aura to them that’s intriguing. They speak softly and carry a big stick. They don’t have to impress anyone; they know that they’re powerful. I’d say some downsides to Capricorns are that they have a hard time expressing their emotions and they tend to shove them down; which can result in them exploding later on. They also have a tendency to be arrogant, and can dish it out, but they can’t take it.

🪁 Aquariuses: My second guilty pleasure. I just love the Saturn energy, what can I say? Aquariuses are such lovable weirdos. I don’t know how else to describe them. Every single one I’ve met has been unique in some way and they don’t try to fit in either. They’re proud of being different. My boss is an Aquarius and I felt self conscious one day because I had a different color shirt on than everyone else and he told me “Why would you want to fit in when you could stand out?”. They’re those types of people. They’re also really funny as well, their minds just work so differently from everyone else. They’ll say the most outlandish things and you’ll die laughing. Some downsides? You could know them for years and you’ll just find out things about them. They don’t share things about themselves and it’s hard to get to know them. They also can be very emotionally cold. They don’t like emotions.

🪁 Pisces: Softies. They’re literally soft teddy bears. No matter how big or tall or muscular they could get, you just look into their eyes and that softness is there. They’re really sweet and tend to be more introverted. They aren’t the types who go out of their way to talk to strangers at a party. They love comfort and they like to feel secure. They’re also very dreamy if that makes sense. They always look like they came out of a fantasy world. I’d say a major downside would be that they’re overly sensitive. They cannot take a joke. I remember I was telling my co worker who’s a Pisces about the negative traits of Pisces and one of them was lazy; and he got SO offended. He was like “I am NOT lazy.” LMAO.

Also guys, as I’ve said, other things in your natal chart can affect these traits. For the next asteroid by the way, I’m between asteroid Bellona and Lilith. Which one would you guys want to see? I’ve been getting a lot of questions about those two. :)

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sinner-as-saint · 3 years

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The Unseen.

Hades!Bucky x Reader AU

Run-through: Your father is forcing a profitable marriage proposal upon you. Unwilling to endure such a thing, you run away from home and deep into some unknown woods. Naturally, your father sends his people to find you and bring you home, but this causes you to run deeper into the woods to a point where it feels like you’re not even in the same world anymore. Though fatigued; mentally, emotionally and physically, you manage to find shelter. You stumble upon a mysterious, handsome stranger. The God of the Underworld is baffled upon seeing you because it has been millennia since a mortal entered his dark, forlorn kingdom. And it’s been even longer since he felt something for someone…

Themes: hades!bucky, fluff, angst, smut,

You staggered through the woods.

Holding on to whatever you could find to help you keep your balance, and not fall flat on your face. You had been on the run for days now; running from your tyrant father and his people, running from a marriage proposal which was being forced upon you, running from the only place you called home. You wondered, was it really home?

You were currently deep into the woods. Famished, dehydrated, sleep deprived, your body covered in small cuts, bruises, insect bites and scratches. Your clothes were soiled. You could barely hold yourself up, but you had to get as far away as possible.

This part of the woods was so dense that the sunlight barely got through. There was more fog around you than sunlight. Actually, you could no longer tell what time it was. Perhaps it was not daytime.

Your throat burned, your tears had dried, your stomach rumbled in hunger; you were miserable. Your heart hurt at the thought of your mother; you had to leave her behind as well. You missed her, terribly.

You walked on, and a while later you felt the ground beneath your feet get more soft and damp. Your senses were alert. There must be a water body close by, you thought. You rushed forward, and let out a raspy sigh of relief when you saw the cool, slow-moving river which snaked around the large trees. You could just tell by the sight of it that it’s water must be ice cold. The thick fog condensed and danced above it. It looked mystical. Too good to be true.

You rushed to the river, kneeling by the side of it and picking up handfuls of water and drinking to satiate your thirst. You cleaned yourself as best you could - getting rid of all the dirt and muck from your face, and limbs and clothes.

You felt at ease for the first time in the past days. You got up and sat back down at the river bank for a while, feeling light and almost comfortable even though you were all alone inside a dense and cold, and dark forest. You chuckled at how much safer you felt here compared to back at your father’s house.

A minute later, you tensed up when you heard distant animal sounds. You panicked and took off running; deeper into the woods. You found yourself running alongside the river. You didn’t have a plan, you didn’t know where you were headed, but you knew you had to keep going. You couldn’t have your father finding you again and dragging you back home to marry whoever he chose for you just so he could profit off of it and expand his businesses; you refused to be a pawn in his games

You ran, stumbled, fell and stood up again. For hours. And just when you felt like you were about to pass out from fatigue again, you noticed a gate in front of you. It looked rusty and old, with dead vine all over it, surrounded in fog. You couldn’t see past it but something told you that once you’d get past it, everything would be alright.

So you did. You pushed open the gate and stepped into what seemed to be a poorly kept, dying garden. Though disorganized, and unkept; it felt almost familiar. It felt like coming home. You looked further and saw what seemed like an abandoned, dark manor, almost as grand as a castle. The whole thing looked like an old, forgotten private property.

“Help…” you called out with the little energy you had left. You doubted anyone lived here, but you called out anyways, just in case. “Help!” you called out again, falling to your knees on the rough ground.

And right before passing out, you heard something getting closer and closer. It sounded like it was galloping… several of them. Horses? In here?

Your eyes rolled back as you could no longer hold yourself up. You saw something approach you. Your blurry vision picked up on a tall, dark figure approaching. Whatever that was, it caught you right before your body fell to the ground.

It was a man. Even in your insensible state, you could feel the dominant, strong, virile aura surrounding him.

His low voice was the last thing you heard before you gave in to the darkness, “...I’ve got you, my love. You’re home now...”

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The god stood at the entry of the spacious bedroom, in the middle of which was a large bed, upon which you laid; comfortable, but still unconscious.

Hands stuffed in his pockets as he leaned against the doorframe, he contemplated. Everything. He doesn’t remember the last time he had something so beautiful, and alive, inside the walls of his dark and dangerous kingdom.

He wondered where you come from. Who were you running from? Why did you cry for help? How did you find the Underworld? The moment he saw you first entering his kingdom, he thought that you might be a lost, wandering soul. But then when his hands touched you, he felt your warmth and realized that you were very much alive.

If you had made it through the entire woods to get here then you must be stronger and more courageous than you look, he thought.

He stepped closer so he could hear your soft breaths. So full of life… he thought. Whatever it was that you were running from, he made a decision to protect you from it. He felt the urge to wrap his arms around you and shelter you, keep you safe forever. Why so? He didn’t know. He had never been so attached to mortals before. He barely even met any of them.

But you… you walked right into his kingdom, and now you were making him feel things he had never felt before.

The god had always been alone. He never quite had company, and he stayed as far away as possible from his dysfunctional family. So having you here was new, but also something he didn’t know he needed so badly.

“Who are you, pretty human?” he whispered as he lovingly caressed your cheek while you slept. He had healed all your cuts and bruises the moment he picked you up in his arms, and placed you in his chariot. Now he was just waiting for you to wake up so he could talk to you.

He couldn’t wait to meet you.

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You woke up to loud, warm puffs of air fanning your face. You peeled your eyes open, expecting a headache but there wasn’t one, what you did find though was a fairly large, mean and dangerous looking three-headed dog with shiny black fur standing beside you, on the bed, looking down at you with tongues hanging out of each of its mouths and wagging its tail so hard that its body moved side to side along with it in excitement.

Your eyes widened even in the slightly hazy headspace, you almost took off running again but your body refused to get up from the comfy bed and then you saw the playful look in all three pairs of eyes and you immediately calmed down.

“Hello there...” You whispered as you squinted and reached out to pet it. You gave it soft scratches behind the ears and under the chins and it immediately tackled you with wet kisses. You squealed and chuckled as you sat up, trying to escape the adorable monster.

Maybe you had died? You thought to yourself as you kept petting the dog once it calmed down. Perhaps you were in some sort of after life, hallucinating about a three-headed while wearing a very vintage-y black gown with long, puffy sleeves; and sat in the middle of the softest bed ever inside what seemed to be a chamber fit for a Queen.

“Am I dead?” You asked the three-headed animal. It didn’t answer, obviously so you tried to dig your memory to find something which would explain how you ended up where you are right now. All three heads laid on your lap, as you lazily pet them while thinking; you remembered running… deep, deep into the forest… you remember being tired, so tired you felt like you were about to pass out… wait you did pass out! In the garden. The dark garden, with the horses and the tall man.

You gasped as you heard a voice, not far from you, answering your previously asked question. “No you’re not. Surprisingly.”

Upon hearing the voice, the dog got up from the bed and immediately ran to the man who had just spoken. You got up from the bed too confused and nervous, standing and watching him cautiously as you took in the man’s appearance. Your heart raced the more he stared into your eyes with his deep, stormy ocean blue ones.

He could easily be classified as one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. Tall, dark and dangerous; dark hair, dark suit, dark shoes, dark rings on his fingers. He looked like dominance and power personified. A rugged, intimidating alpha male with sophisticated charm. Icy eyes with a fiery look in them.

He looked like a god.

When you finally got over the beautiful man, you realized what he had just said. “What do you mean, surprisingly?” you were aware that this was the same man who had answered to your cry for help earlier so you were trying your best to be polite.

The sound of your voice made his cold, frozen heart race. “You’re not dead. Just in the realm of it.” He spoke, confusing you even more. “You’re in the Underworld. My Kingdom.”

You frowned, thinking hard on what he had just said. Wait a minute… you looked down and saw the three-headed dog sitting obediently at his feet, very much well-behaved. You looked back up at the handsome stranger and stuttered while getting your words out. “You can’t… you can’t be real.” This wasn’t a dream?

He flashed you a lovely smile. “Really? Why not?”

You looked around, panicking again. This can’t be real. This can’t be real. This can’t be real. “Because you’re a myth. You… you don’t exist. You’re not supposed to.”

He almost chuckled. “And yet, here I am. Forgotten by most mortals, yes. But still very much real.” He took small steps forward as he spoke. You found his voice to be calming, soothing.

“Hades?” you couldn’t believe it. You had heard stories about him at school, read about him in books but never in a million years would you have even for a moment considered that he could be real.

“The one and only.” He answered, looking down at his feet to find his beloved dog looking up at him. “You’ve met Cerberus already.”

Hades. God of the Underworld. That sitting at his feet was the Guardian, the ultimate Hellhound. How can this be real life? Anyone else would’ve freaked out upon finding all this out, but you remained surprisingly calm. “You look… I mean, aren’t you supposed to be… you know-,”

He finished your sentence with an amused look on his face. “Bearded? Crowned? Carrying a pitchfork? Riding in a chariot?”

You nodded.

“Well, you mortals aren’t the only ones who evolve every now and then. Us gods, although more or less forgotten, have to keep up as well, don’t we?”

You smiled faintly but it disappeared as quickly as it came.

You were still a little anxious, and you fidgeted with your fingers. He noticed and walked up to you. Without a word said, he reached out and gently held both your hands in his large ones. He spoke up again, “I know you’re a little nervous. I expect you to be, given the circumstances but I assure you, you’re safe here.” He said, softly.

You looked deep into his icy, sharp eyes which despite their intensity managed to provide you with a sense of comfort; effortlessly. Who would’ve known that the God of the Underworld could be so gentle?

“Thank you for helping me.” Your voice was barely above a whisper but he heard it alright given he was so close to you. He squeezed your hands a little, as if to say ‘You’re welcome.’ Your hands fit in his perfectly, you noticed. He stood just a feet away from you and you could feel the power radiating off of him.

He smiled gently. “If I may ask, how did you end up so deep into the woods that you stumbled upon my Kingdom? What are you running from?” He wanted to figure this out since the moment he saw you.

“My father.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why is that?”

“He wanted to marry me off to a business associate's son so he can profit off the alliance and expand his own businesses. I refused, repeatedly. But then I found out that he was planning to forcefully fly me out somewhere, to marry the same guy. So I took off. I ran from home, and didn't tell anyone where I was going.” You exhaled shakily. “And now I’m here.”

He nodded, slowly and calmly as he hid his utter disgust at the mention of you almost becoming someone else’s wife.

He noticed how you started tearing up while speaking of your cruel father, so he simply pulled you closer and tucked your head under his chin while running a soothing hand down your back. His arms wrapped around you in a safe embrace. You felt the cool material of his suit against your flushed face as he held you close. He smelt amazing. You wrapped your own arms around him, feeling his taut body beneath the material of his suit.

You hadn’t been hugged in a long time, so you started tearing up even more, until you began letting out little sobs. He tightened his grip around you, pressing you against his muscular torso. “Shh, my angel. It’s alright. I’m here now. You’re safe.”

You held back a sob, your voice cracking as you spoke, “But if… if he finds me, he will…”

The god pulled away a little, his hand reaching up to gently cup your face and tilt it back so he could look into your teary eyes. “He won’t find you here. I will keep you safe, don’t worry.” He wiped the fresh tears which escaped your eyes.

You were once again lost in his eyes, just now noticing the flares of grey in them. You were both caught in the moment, when you heard a low whine. It was the adorable monster who had managed to get in between your bodies. You looked down and cracked a little smile.

“Of course, Cerberus will keep you safe too.”

---

You and the god had quite a long conversation leading up to dinner. A conversation often interrupted by a certain three-headed dog’s constant need for attention from either one of you.

You learnt a lot about the one whose Kingdom you were in. You found out that he’s been here forever. Despite being dark, cold and barren you could tell he loved his realm more than anything.

You had to ask him about Persephone and he had you surprised when he told you that unfortunately their relationship didn’t last long and that she left him for good shortly after they got married.

You also found out that those closest to him call him ‘Bucky.’ And that his one true friend has always been the hell-hound and guardian of the Underworld, who also was currently asleep at your feet.

“Doesn’t it get lonely?” you asked, watching him from across the grand dinner table.

He took a sip of his wine, never breaking eye contact with you. “Not anymore.” he answered and you melted.

Over dinner, you spoke some more. Then he noticed you got all quiet. Damn it, he cursed. This was the moment he had been dreading all day.

“You miss your home.” He wasn’t asking, simply stating. He noticed how you pushed your food around on your plate. You weren’t as curious to know about his kingdom anymore, you weren’t chatty; just quiet all of a sudden. He missed the sound of your voice.

Home… “Not home, no. Just my mother. Sometimes I feel like she’s the only parent who’s ever truly loved me.”

He could feel the pain in your voice. But some of the rules of the Underworld were such that even he couldn’t bend them. “You know I cannot let you leave.”

You had that bit figured out the moment you found out who he was. “I know.”

He was surprised by how calm you were. “You… don’t ardently wish to go back home?”

You looked up from your plate and at his handsome face. “Going home would mean that I’d have to face my father. Now that I’ve been gone for so long, upon seeing me he’d either obliterate me or drag me down the aisle and marry me off against my will. I prefer none of those things. As for my mom, I do miss her but she’ll survive. She’s a strong woman.”

The god listened, leaning back in his seat; very much at ease in your company. “And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“What do you want?”

You cracked a little smile. Or perhaps it was a smirk. You mimicked his body language, leaning back in your seat as well. You twirled the wine around in your glass. “For now, I want to be away from my family. I feel safe here. I don’t want to leave.”

He found himself wanting that as well.

---

You woke up the next morning to a sight which made you chuckle. No, it wasn’t an overly excited Cerberus. It was breakfast, along with a generous serving of pomegranates.

You ate it all up. Then set out to find the god after you got dressed and ready for the day. Somehow, everything one could need could be found in the large closets found in the room you slept in. You had only been here for a little while but you settled in just right.

You walked along a shadowy corridor. Bucky had given you a tour yesterday, hence you knew that this path led to the throne room. And that’s where he was; manspreading on his throne, wine glass in one of his hands while the other lazily stroked his beloved three-headed guardian; who sat by the feet of his master and wagged his tail as soon as you came in sight.

“Your Majesty.” You spoke, walking further into the room and stopping at the stairs which led to his throne.

He smiled as he watched you standing there, dressed in a dark grey dress. Similar to the one you wore yesterday, just a different color. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You looked down at the dress, smoothing the soft fabric down as you spoke. “Also thank you for breakfast.”

He caught the smirk you had on your face. He knew the reason behind it. “I assure you I wasn’t trying to be funny.”

You took the liberty of walking up the stairs which led to his throne. “I didn’t say anything.” You whispered with a smirk and reached down to greet Cerberus. “So what do you do all day?”

He took a sip of his wine, watching you as you knelt to the ground beside him and gave the dog endless pets. “I’m a god.” He sounded cocky. “That’s plenty of work already.”

When you looked up at him and smirked, he could’ve sworn he felt tingles dance down his spine. There you were, a beautiful woman happily sharing space with him inside his dark kingdom like it was no big deal, with no intention of leaving anytime soon because you said it yourself that being here made you feel safe.

The more he looked at you, the more he saw the light radiating off you. The light he so desperately needed. The light which balanced out the darkness he carried with him. The light which showed him glimpses of possible futures with you, if you’d be willing. The god was content in your company. He doesn’t remember the last time he felt the need to protect something so fiercely.

“Come with me.” He stood up and set his glass aside, holding his hand out for you to take.

You took it and he helped you up. “Where are we going?” you asked, as he led you down the stairs and into the corridor again.

“There’s so much for you to see. My kingdom isn’t just full of darkness and death. There’s beauty here too, of course, none quite like your own but close.” He spoke as he led you somewhere, holding your hand carefully in his as though it were made of glass and would shatter if he let it go.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, pretending as if it didn’t make you all flustered. “Is it now?”

The god led you all the way to the place he was most fond of in his entire kingdom, other than his beloved throne. It was a vast garden, fit to be the backyard of a castle. There were more kinds of plants and flowers than you could count. Cobblestone walkways leading to what seemed to be a pond in the middle, surrounded by stones and moss.

The dark red roses caught your attention rather quickly. You reached out to touch the soft petals and you felt Bucky’s presence behind you. He was so close that you could feel his warm breaths against your skin.

“It’s so pretty.” You whispered.

He reached around you and plucked one of them, handing it to you. “Just like you.” He mumbled and you gave him a genuine smile as you accepted the gorgeous flower. Dark red, like blood and sin.

Amongst the numerous plants, trees and shrubs you managed to spot the one growing pomegranates. You cracked a little smile. Even though the garden was partly shadowy and foggy; the rays of sun which came through were golden and gentle. As you looked around, you spotted a yellowish weeping willow tree and walked towards it, the god followed you.

“You’re the first one to ever step in here, you know that?” he said while thinking about all the times he spent hours in here wondering if one day fate would ever allow him to find someone he could share the joy of being here with.

You reached out to touch the dangling leaves and looked back at him. “Well thank you for the privilege, Your Majesty.” You teased.

You walked a few steps forwards, standing under the willow tree and admiring his secret garden when you felt his arm snaking around your waist as he placed his chin on your shoulder.

Neither of you said anything. He was more than happy to have you here, he had been lonely for way too long. You said to yourself, ‘this isn’t so bad.’

He had told you about the rules of the Underworld before, you knew you couldn’t leave. You didn’t want to either. Sure, you missed your mom a lot. But going back out there would mean having to live in constant fear of what if your dad finds you. And what would he do if he does?

Being here meant that you’d be safe and wouldn’t have to worry about anyone catching you. You didn’t fear anything here. It was quiet and the handsome god was great company. You felt all warm and tingly as he held you close, yet it felt comfortable and natural - like you were meant to be here with him, as if you had known him all your life.

As of now, neither of you knew where this mutual attraction would go, or what it would end up being. But at the moment, just having the other one there was enough. He gave you the safety you had been searching for all your life and you provided him the warmth and light he had craved for millennia.

---

Days in the Underworld were surprisingly peaceful; filled with surprises, visits to the garden, learning more about the god and finding out why he stayed as far away from his family as possible, wandering his kingdom all day, reading… time just flew by. And before you knew it, you had lived in the Underworld for months.

Your bond with Bucky morphed into something more affectionate and sweet. Lingering touches and longing stares turned into deep, passionate kisses and always having to sleep in the same bed because otherwise nothing made sense. It wasn’t just love, it was tender adoration. It was warm, and light and safe.

You hadn’t been intimate yet, but the sparks flew around whenever your hands touched at night, or when your eyes met from across the table at dinner. You were both holding back from taking it a step further. It wasn’t like he wasn’t dying to have you in his bed, or that whenever he kissed you good morning you didn’t feel the need to get on top of him and ride him until the sun came up the next day - but you were both waiting for a sign from the other and it was driving both of you insane.

It got really, really heated one time. Bucky was on his throne, with you in his lap. His hands slipped under your dress and lazily caressed your thighs while he kissed the hell out of you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, while you gasped and moaned through the kiss.

But just then Cerberus barged in, barking and jumping around with nothing but chaos on his mind. Bucky let out a loud sigh while you hid your face into his neck and giggled. It was those moments which made you love the place all the more. Not just the place, but the god as well.

Winter came and when the weather was the coldest, and you spent all your time indoors is when the memories of your mother started tormenting you. She used to spend all her time baking in the winter, so you asked Bucky if you could too. He, of course, let you have anything you wanted whenever you wanted so naturally he let you.

You tried so hard to keep yourself busy and happy but you couldn’t help but miss your mom. Bucky noticed it. And it broke him. He gave you everything one could ever need. You had everything here, and yet he could see how your eyes weren’t so shiny and curious or filled with magic and light anymore. You were dimmer than when you first came here.

He began seeing you wandering around his home a lot less as you spent all your time either in bed or standing on one of the balconies, staring out at the woods longingly. No amount of books, or poetry or visits to the garden or your favorite food or kisses from Cerberus made you happy any longer. And Bucky’s worst fear was materializing in front of his eyes.

You were no longer happy in the Underworld it seemed.

One night, he found you curled up in bed earlier than usual. He stood at the door and watched you. You weren’t crying, you were just sad. He walked into the room and called out, “Angel, are you okay?”

You sat up immediately, not wanting him to see you like this but at the same time you couldn’t fake being happy either. So you gave him a faint smile. “Yes, just a headache. I’ll be fine by morning.”

He smiled faintly. His heart breaking at the sight of the sadness in your eyes. “Come with me, I have something to show you.”

You got out of the bed and took his hand. He led you to one of the libraries he had; the coziest one with the huge fireplace and the perfect window which allowed you to see the breathtaking view of the gentle snowfall.

You stepped further into the room and saw that he had the fire going already and the room was much warmer than anywhere else in his castle. You walked right over to the large window, pressing your palm against it as you watched the light snowfall; clean, dazzling white and calming. Your headache faded little by little.

You felt a soft, warm blanket being placed upon your shoulders and you immediately wrapped it around you. Turning your head to the side you found Bucky right behind you. He kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you.

“Feeling better?” He asked and you nodded.

“Much better.”

You stood there, basking in the comfortable silence and the warmth of the room, just watching the snowfall and how it accumulated on the ground; a fresh, thick blanket of ice.

“You miss her.” Again, it wasn’t a question from him, just a statement.

“Who?” You pretended not to understand.

He kissed your cheek and whispered, “Your mother. Your home. You want to go back, don’t you?” He sounded almost heartbroken and bitter.

You remained quiet. You didn’t say anything. No… ?

He spoke up again. “Even if I let you go, you will never be willing to come back here. To me.” He pulled away from the hug and walked over to the fireplace, shifting the burning wood with a brass fire poker. “Why would you?” He sounded pensive. “Why would you come back to this dark, barren kingdom when you can be perfectly happy out there? You must feel like you’re being held captive here.”

He didn’t turn around to face you so he couldn’t see the silent tear which fell down your cheek. So he thought that if given the chance you would run away from here and never come back to him again? Did the past months mean nothing? Did he not see that he was all you wanted?

Your throat burned.

“Is that what you think of me?” The crack in your voice caught his attention. He turned around to face you with a worried look on his face. He couldn’t believe he made you cry. You weren’t sobbing, but you couldn’t contain the tears. “You really think I’m gonna be happy out there, without you?”

That broke him.

“Angel… I didn’t mean to…,” it was rare for the god to find himself at a loss of words but now he did.

You wiped your tears away. “Did you even notice that I haven’t cried in months? Not since I met you because you make me the happiest I’ve ever been. This dark, barren kingdom you speak of feels more like home to me than when I lived with my family.”

He walked up to you and pulled you into his arms. “Baby… I’m sorry.”

You hugged him back. “I don’t feel like I’m being held captive. I don’t want to leave you. But I can’t help but miss my mom. I don’t want you to think I’m not happy with you anymore, I am. But I… It’s… I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry.” He said, pulling away to look down into your eyes. “I need you here, with me. The thought of you leaving me forever and never seeing you again, it… it kills me.”

You held him by the back of his neck and pulled him closer. “I’m not leaving.” You gave him a sweet kiss. “I love you.” You kissed him again and sensed his surprise as he kissed you back feverishly. You whined when his mouth left yours only to kiss down your neck, nibbling on your skin and leaving dark red marks behind.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” He mumbled as he kissed along your throat, walking the two of you back until he plopped down on the soft, velvety couch with you on his lap. You looked at him with nothing but hunger in your eyes. He looked at you and smirked; burning desire, lust and sin in his icy blue eyes.

“Likewise.” you whispered.

His hands grabbed you at your butt, firmly as he pressed you further into him. You could feel him; big and hard under you. You moved your hips against him, grinding on him out of desperation and whining in need.

He chuckled against your lips. “You’ve had me by my heart ever since you walked into my life.” He spoke as he cupped your face gently. “I never knew I could feel so deeply for someone until I met you.”

You stared into his eyes, your heart overflowing with all that you felt for him and your body burning with desire at the same time. So much so that you could no longer sit still on his lap. You needed him so bad it almost hurt.

You leaned into his touch. “I feel the same way.” You leaned closer, gently caressing the back of his neck. “Falling for you was so easy.” You felt his body tense under you.

He groaned. “Come here…” he pulled your face closer and pressed his lips to yours immediately, kissing you passionately and making your body tingle; biting your lip before shoving his tongue past your lips and kissing you like he’s famished and you’re the only thing which can satiate his profound hunger.

Next thing you knew, he pushed you down onto the couch and hovered above you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. You moaned and whimpered, body squirming under his. You needed him, terribly.

Bucky’s mouth left your lips as he kissed his way down your body, undressing you in the process. Your long, flowy dress found itself on the floor as he settled himself in between your legs. His handsome face just inches away from your dripping core.

He looked hungry, and feral – a man who wanted to do bad things to you, and you were more than happy to let him do whatever he wanted. “You’re mine.” He growled before he leaned in and kissed your wet folds, his tongue slowly circling around your throbbing clit and licking down, parting your wet folds with ease.

Your body felt hotter and lighter as a pressing need to release formed deep inside you as you felt his tongue stroked your most sensitive parts. “So fucking sweet…” he looked up at you and found you with your eyes shut, head thrown back in pleasure. “Look at me.” He ordered and the authority in his voice made you tremble.

You opened your eyes and supported your upper body up with your elbows digging into the couch and you took in the sight of him in between your legs. His strong arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping you in place and close to him. He maintained eye contact as he licked in between your wet folds again, making you whine as he teased you. His touch was deliberately slow, pleasurably agonizing.

“Please…” you cried out, whimpering and begging him to take you already.

Your hand flew to his hair and you tugged on it gently as he flicked his tongue over your clit over and over again. His stormy blue eyes watched how you lost control under his touch; legs shaking as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. His hands wrapped around your thighs, securing you in his grip as he pushed his face further into you, making you cry out loud until you came undone.

He kissed his way up your body again, then lifted off you for just a moment to get rid of his clothes. Once done, he was hovering over your naked body again.

“If it were up to me, I’d keep you here…” he leaned in to kiss you on the lips, “just like this, forever.” He loved the sight of you; naked, hot and squirming under him. He desperately wanted to keep you there forever and never let you go.

You giggled. “Fiend.”

He smiled as he looked down at you. “Where have you been all this time?” He leaned in to kiss you again as his hands touched you wherever he could; letting his hands linger at your breasts and taking his sweet time; caressing and kissing your skin.

His hands slipped in between your legs with ease; caressing your inner thighs as he went. You moaned into the kiss; his touch was slow, and gentle and enticing but also fiery - much like himself.

You whimpered and squirmed under him, and he smirked through the kiss as he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance, pulling your legs up to wrap them around his waist. You moaned out loud as he pushed into you, your back arching off the surface of the couch. He grunted once he filled you up entirely, giving you a couple of seconds to adjust.

He grabbed both your hands, laced your fingers together with his and pinned your interlaced hands down above your head. He stared into your eyes, lips parted as he struggled to fit inside you. He had always wondered how he would feel inside you. How warm and how tight and snug you’d feel… but you felt better than he imagined.

You threw your head back, moaning. You were so full of him that even you couldn’t even form a proper thought. His lips found yours again, trying to get you to stay quiet while he rolled his hips against yours. He pulled out and pushed himself back into you, and watched in awe how you struggled to fit him inside of you.

“Come on, take all of me…” He mumbled breathlessly as he pushed deeper into you. You heard him gasp and swear under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulders; which you held on to as he pounded into you.

He bit your lips, kissed your open mouth, and shoved his tongue past your lips while he rammed into you; and you never once complained. He stretched you out completely. And it did hurt, but the pleasure compensated for the pain. Your legs trembled around his waist, he thrust deeper into you; fucking you like only a god could.

Your back arched off the couch as you felt a familiar warmth washing over you. Bucky growled and bit down on your shoulder to keep himself from being too loud while he fucked you. He was relentless. The sound of his moans and grunts sent tingles dancing down your spine and you were sure that his bite left a mark.

Bucky’s hand found its way to your front and he pressed the palm of his hand against your lower abdomen. He liked the rush of excitement which coursed through him each time he felt his cock deep within you. His hand travelled all the way to your neck and he gently squeezed the side of your throat. Hard enough to make you lose your mind while he kept pounding into you incessantly.

“Fuck…” you heard a barely audible moan leave his lips as he rammed his cock in and out of you incessantly.

You felt him quicken his pace. You tightened around him, and he groaned, pounding into you; growling and mumbling swear words under his breath. You felt the pressure in between your hips grow until you couldn’t hold back anymore.

His other hand toyed with your folds; his fingers furiously rubbed the skin around your clit and made you tremble and whimper again. You moaned, craving more and more of him. With a few more strokes of his thick cock, you felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls. You tightened around him, feeling the burning hot need to cum grow hotter and hotter inside you until it exploded.

You came with a loud moan, gushing all around him. Bucky came right after you; buried deep within you – growling under his breath. His warm cum shot at your walls and trickled out of you when he carefully removed his length from your entrance. You were a whimpering mess. And so was he.

He collapsed next to you. You were shaking just a little as he tucked your head under his chin and ran his soothing hand down your back; while kissing the side of your head.

“I love you too, angel.”

---

Bucky agreed on letting you go for a few days, so you could meet your mom. But he had one condition:

“My mom will freak out!” you exclaimed.

Bucky shook his head. “Mortals can’t see him as the guardian of the Underworld. Your mother will see him as just a regular dog.”

“Then how can I?”

“You’re special.” He walked over to you and pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead. “You were meant to be here. To be mine.”

“Are you sure about this?” You bent down to give the excited three-headed little monster scratches.

“Absolutely.” He was sending Cerberus along with you for your safety.

You smiled at the dog and looked up at it’s master. “Alright then. When do I leave? And how?”

The god smiled. “Right now. I’ll take you.”

You smirked. “You know we can’t show up in a chariot being drawn by horses, right?”

He chuckled. “Trust me, angel. Come on, take my hand.”

You did. And the next thing you knew, all three of you were surrounded by black fog, and less than a few seconds later, you found yourself standing at the entrance of a beautiful, gated home you didn’t recognize. You looked beside you and there stood your beloved god and his trustee guardian. You realized it was night time.

“Where are we?” you looked around, not recognizing the neighborhood.

Bucky grabbed your hand in his and Cerberus’ leash in another. “Your mom’s place.” He led you to the front door and rang the bell. You were confused, but too excited to see your mom to ask any further questions.

Needless to say, your reunion with your mother was filled with tears and teary smiles and hugs. She then told you that her and your dad were no longer together and that this was her home now. She didn’t know where your dad was, and neither did she want to.

“Oh honey, who is this handsome young man?” Your mother asked, once she realized that Bucky was there too.

You went along with the story you and him had concocted before leaving the Underworld. You told your mother that Bucky was your long term boyfriend and that you ran away to him because you were in love with him and couldn’t agree to marry someone else.

“I’m gonna be away on a business trip for a couple of weeks, so I thought why not leave Y/N with you until I return. After all, she’s been wanting to see you.” Bucky spoke to your mom politely and won her over within a few minutes. The god was indeed very charming.

After leaving Cerberus in your care, Bucky parted from you at the doorstep with a long, deep kiss. “I’ll be back for you, angel. Miss me.”

You smiled, kissing him back. “I will wait. I love you.”

“I love you more. Take care.” he kissed your forehead, and left.

Leaving you behind to your mother whom you had missed, but who also had a thousand questions for you. You answered all of them, lied at most.

---

The first week went by almost too quickly. Mother-daughter quality time, gossip and all. Cerberus was a sweetheart and each morning when you woke up and saw him in the kitchen keeping your mom company, you’d freak out for a moment or two. Then you’d eventually remember that she couldn’t see him for what he truly is and you’d calm down.

By week two, the jittery feeling of being back with your mom had died down. Not that you didn’t enjoy spending time with her, but the fear of your father finding you caught you off-guard often.

It was someday during the third week of you being back with your mom that your fears hit you hard. You had a terrible nightmare where your dad was back and was trying to take you away again. It was spine-chilling to a point where even Cerberus picked up on it.

You woke up to him whining and licking your face. You sighed in relief upon seeing his heads looking down at you in worry and confusion.

“I’m okay,” you gave him some pets and he immediately curled up on the bed beside you. You snuggled beside him, caressing his fur which looked shiny thanks to the moonlight coming in through the window. “You miss your daddy, don’t you?” You saw his multiple ears perk up at that. You giggled. “I miss him too.” You give his paw a kiss.

“Well good thing daddy’s here.” You heard his voice coming from the dark shadow of your room. Cerberus jumped out of bed and was surprisingly quiet as he greeted his master with much excitement. “Hello,” Bucky greeted him, “how about you go home now? I know you’ve missed it.” One last scratch behind the ears and a snap of Bucky’s fingers later, Cerberus disappeared into black fog.

You sat up in the middle of your queen-sized bed and leaned over to light the soft, golden lamp shade by the side of your bed. You blinked in confusion. “Bucky?” You were pleasantly surprised. The soft golden light made him look almost angelic despite his signature, all black outfit.

He gave you his signature cocky smirk. “Were you expecting someone else at this odd hour, angel?”

You rushed out of bed and right into his arms. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and he kissed your hair. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too baby. You have no idea.” He pulled away and cupped your face so he could get a good look at you. He leaned down to kiss your lips, deeply. You felt warm all of a sudden.

You smiled through the kiss before pulling away, asking in a hushed tone, “How come you’re here at this time?”

“I sensed that something was wrong. You were having a nightmare, weren’t you?”

You nodded. “But I’m okay now.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.”

You rubbed your nose against his. “Doesn’t matter, you’re here now.”

He grabbed your face and kissed you again; down your neck and along your shoulder. His stubble tickled your skin and you giggled as quietly as you could. You felt his hands caress your skin under your shirt, inching closer and closer to your breasts while he walked you back and eventually pushed you down onto your bed.

Your body tingled and burned under his warm touch, and there was nothing you wanted more than to have him buried deep in you. Ever since that first night together, you craved him almost all the time. After all, he made love to you like a god.

“Do you know how hard it was, being away from you for so long?” He whispered, sounding gentle, but also demanding and hot.

Suddenly you felt all confident and sassy. “Why don’t you show me then?”

He smirked and grabbed your oversized t-shirt and tossed it over your head and somewhere behind him. The sight of your bare body underneath him made him growl. “Is this how you slept every night? Almost naked?” He whispered in your ear as his hands roamed your body, mainly toying with your breasts. “Did you touch yourself, while thinking of me? Hmm?”

You gasped and moaned just at the sound of his voice, he was barely touching you.

He pressed his mouth to yours again, impatient to just have you already. His mouth didn’t leave yours as his hand slipped in between your legs with ease; caressing your inner thighs as he went. His touch caused a shiver to run down your spine as you moaned through the kiss.

“Shh,” he mumbled against your lips. “Can’t have your mom find out that her daughter is being a dirty, dirty little girl for me now, can we?” He ran his fingers up and down your folds, gathering and smearing your arousal around as he went.

He messed with you for a little bit; stroking your walls with his fingers and making you whine. You whimpered quietly under him as he nuzzled your neck and nibbled on the skin along your throat. “Please…” you pleaded. He chuckled.

“Please what, baby?” he teased you with his fingers, keeping you on the edge.

You whined under your breath. “I need you… please…”

His lips found yours again as the two of you hurried to unbuckle his pants and he pulled it down enough to free his erected cock. He couldn’t wait any longer. “I need you too baby,” he kissed you deeply, “but I’m gonna need you to be quiet for me, okay?”

He pulled away and waited for an answer. You nodded, breathless already.

“Good girl.” He pressed his forehead against yours while he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance. You moaned under your breath as he did. You whimpered as you felt all of him. His lips found yours again, attempting to get you to stay quiet while he rolled his hips against yours.

“Shh, angel.” He whispered in your ear before pounding into you like his life depended on it. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, something which had become a habit of his, as he groaned under his breath at how your body welcomed him perfectly.

You failed to form proper thoughts as he rammed into you. The sounds he made were downright sinful and you loved it so much; knowing that you had the power to make him lose his mind.

“You’re all mine, you hear me?” He mumbled. “Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered right at the shell of your ear, and you moaned quietly at how he sped up into you.

You did as he asked. You told him again and again that you were his. And no one else’s. You couldn’t imagine loving anyone else.

Bucky held you like you were the most fragile thing ever even while he fucked you like there was no tomorrow. You were a tear-stained, whimpering mess as you came around his thick cock. He came right after you, grunting and groaning under his breath.

“I love you. So much.” He whispered, kissing the side of your face to calm you down.

You smiled, breathless still. “I love you too.”

He stayed with you, in your bed long after you two were done going at it for a second time that night. You snuggled into his side, your hand lazily across his torso. “Are you gonna stay for a little longer? Have breakfast with mom and I?”

He caressed your cheek with his thumb, “Won’t your mother ask how I got here?”

“I’ll tell her that you got here quite early while she was still sleeping.”

He raised his eyebrows at you rather dramatically. “Look at you lying without any shame.”

You giggled and got on top of him, straddling his waist and placed both your palms against his toned chest. “Oh the things I do for love,” You leaned down and kissed his lips with your own swollen ones.

He smiled. “Does your mom like me? As your… boyfriend?” He asked, sounding a little worried and it made you laugh because he was… him - a god, a king, ruler of the Underworld and here he was worrying about if your mom approved of him or not.

You pulled away to look into his eyes. “Yes. She likes you quite a lot actually. Who wouldn’t? You’re perfect.”

He smiled, his heart exploding at your words, as his hands caressed your exposed thighs. “I like her too. We’ll visit her every now and then, don’t worry.” he spoke and then looked around at your bedroom. “I like it here.”

You kissed him again, pouring all your love out into the kiss. You pulled away again, “Also I was thinking maybe we could go back tomorrow.”

He knew perfectly what you meant but he was dying to hear you say it. “Where to, angel?” He reached out and grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

You smiled down at him, your heart exploding with just how much love you had for him.

You answered, “Home.”

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calling you daddy — monsta x

scenario: they ask about your kinks and you ask them to call you daddy

a/n: this is written with a fem reader in mind but is not strictly fem reader as no pronouns or anything is mentioned.

a/n: was this a request? nope tbh this was written for myself bc i’m sick and tired of seeing people call these men daddy so uh pls enjoy

word count: 2k

content: sub!monsta x, dom!reader, daddy kink obviously ajshdhs, minhyuk is kinda bratty? kinda??, lots of teasing and begging, mentions of consent and stuff

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son hyunwoo/shownu:

he falls silent. he doesn’t know what to say in the slightest. he worries that he might hurt your feelings or say something out of line, but it just stuns him, “you don’t have to do it if you’re uncomfortable with that, bear. your consent is just as important,” you say.

but see that’s half of what’s stunning him. he’s not exactly uncomfortable with that. shownu’s nature is pleasing you, he doesn’t mind filling any role or position for you, this was just a little more intense than that.

“you know what? just forget we had this conversation. i don’t want you to feel pressured, and it’s not a big deal, okay?” you say.

but the idea lingers in his head whether or not you want it to. as the days go by, his mind wanders, and while it may not exactly be what he’d be into, he’s not against doing it for you.

as you manhandle him a little bit, he says it softly, “ah, daddy-,” it’s even more embarrassing than he imagined, and his cheeks and ears are flushed and hot, but when he says it, softly under his breath, just whispering it out to test the waters, he sees your shock and then your small little smirk.

“now that i know what it sounds like to hear you say that, and what that does to me,” you say, sneaking your hands under his shirt and letting them wander, playing with his chest a bit, “i don’t think it’s a good idea to say that if you wanna make it out of this bedroom spotless and in one piece.”

he blushes even more, a little shy and hesitant, but he likes having this kind of effect on you, so that may not be the last time he says it. besides, who says he cares if he makes it out in one piece? and spotless? his neck and chest and thighs were too clean anyway.

lee hoseok/wonho:

it was in the middle of you riding him, his wrists bound above his head with a rope that made his skin look so pretty against it. he’s already cum once, but you’re not stopping until you do, and he’s trying to keep himself together. your hands roughly playing with his chest is overstimulating and he’s overwhelmed. he pleads for mercy aimlessly, almost thoughtlessly.

but then, “if you’re gonna beg, call me daddy,” you murmur. he’s not even sure he hears you right when you say it. he looks at you with wide eyes, and he assumed he did because of the way you act. he knows he could stop you at any time because you’re very clear on consent and it’s not like this was completely out of left field considering how you’re already always in charge in the bedroom. he was just stunned.

and while he’s a little bit stunned, he also won’t deny that it is a little bit hot.

so he does, “please, daddy, it’s so much- i- i can’t handle it.”

he sees your smile, with just a drop of sadism behind the curl of your lip, “just a little more, baby, i’m close. you make daddy feel so good,” he gets so excited by the praise that he attempts to stick it out, forever still the man that just wants to make you happy and please you.

he forgets about himself and his own body for a moment when he feels your body tense up around him and you hold onto his chest as you orgasm, using him to get the most out of it before you slow down to a halt.

your heavy breathes and sweet nothings whispered in his ear are heavenly.

lee minhyuk:

“really? you’re into that? i honestly thought it would be the other way around.”

taken aback, you ask, “really? what gave you that impression?”

“idk, you don’t have this aura of dominance, so i didn’t really assume that was your thing.”

“is that- is that okay with you?”

he gets closer, teasing in the way he wants to make you shy, “you seem pretty bashful for someone who just asked to be called daddy in the bedroom.”

“minhyuk-,”

he rolls his eyes, obviously trying to get a rise out of you, “come on, i don’t even know if you have it in you.”

and something about his careless, taunting tone sets something off inside you, like he was challenging you. but it’s a challenge you take on when you approach him. your touch is softer, lighter than he imagined. he thought you would be lit aflame with a need to prove yourself to him. but you lean in to press a kiss on his neck and your wandering hands settle on his hips.

you’re gentle with him initially, yet he melts a little bit when one hand tightens and another begins to unbutton his shirt, giving your mouth access to his chest.

you push him onto the couch, straddling him and using a hand to hold both of his arms above his head, when you pull back, he looks dazed and needy, all those teasing smirks having faded off his features, “why are you so affected? i thought i didn’t even have it in me,” you say with a smirk this time.

he breathes heavily, “y/n- please-”

“oh please, that’s not my name anymore, min.”

yoo kihyun:

“you want me to what?!” his voice is randomly high pitched, loud, almost like he’s nervous or scared.

despite that anxious feeling you’re feeling too, you try to stay calm, “i understand if you’re uncomfortable by it, but you asked about my kinks, kihyun.”

“yeah i know- i just- i wasn’t expecting that- really? you’re not messing with me? that’s really what you want?” he looks exasperated.

“yes. i really want you to call me daddy.”

he goes silent, trying to comprehend in his head what the hell was going on and what he was going to do and why the more he thinks about it, the less vehemently against it he becomes. and he had spent the entire relationship making it clear that he cared about what you wanted (because he does) and it’s not like… he hates the idea of it, but it’s just so out there to him that he can’t even fathom or imagine it.

he asks for a few days just to think about it, and though the awkwardness lingers in the air, by the fourth day, it seems like you had mostly forgotten about it or at least it didn’t seem to be on your mind. he spends those days really thinking, trying to imagine what it would be like, why you would even want that.

but the next time you’re together alone, your hands and lips are on him and he experimentally says it, “daddy, please.”

the whiny, begging voice, coupled with the word, leave you stunned. you pull back with wide eyes, and he felt so embarrassed and shameful with your eyes on him like that, but then you pulled him back into you and kissed him with a certain kind of feverish desperation that made his knees weak.

chae hyungwon:

his reaction is oddly pretty calm. he asked about what you were into, and you told him. maybe he was expect something a little different, but to be honest, he knew you liked to be in control, and he usually just went along with it. he didn’t mind it especially because you always made sure you both felt good and that was all that matters. that and he kinda likes being told what to do.

so it doesn’t exactly surprise him, especially when you add, “but only in a sexual context! i don’t need you to say it all the time.”

“good because there’s no way in hell i’m calling you daddy in front of my friends,” he can see the thoughts behind your eyes wanting to take up that challenge, but he decides to ignore it, “as far as they’re concerned, i’m daddy.”

“sure, wonnie. sure,” you say dismissively, before looking back at him, “are you actually okay with it though? i know it’s… weird.”

“it wasn’t what i was expecting, but if that’s what you want, then i’ll do it.”

and as soon as you’ve got him under you, with kisses and marks trailing down his neck and chest, leaving him helplessly turned on and horny, he says it so naturally, you wonder if he even thought to do it. but whether or not he’s doing this solely for you, or because he might have found it a little hot, is between him and himself, “ahh, daddy, please- be gentle with me- i have a photoshoot in the morning- oh my god that feels so good please daddy don’t stop-”

lee jooheon:

he likes the idea of it when you mention it, he just gets kinda shy, “do you- do you really want me to call you that?”

you come closer, holding his hand and rubbing your thumb against it in a comforting manner, “yeah, i really like the idea of it. if you’re not completely against it, i’d be really happy if we could try it.”

“it’s not… the worst thing you could have told me you were into,” he laughs as your hand starts to massage his thigh instead, “we can try it. i'll tell you if we need to stop, but i think it’ll be okay.”

“good, i’m glad you’re reacting this way, honey,” you murmur as you kiss him, and he smiles, which, even if it makes the kiss a little awkward, is really cute, “sweetheart,” you whisper as you pull away, “can you say it? i just wanna hear you say it.”

your hands wander his skin nervously, he can tell you’re worried about him being uncomfortable, “ahh, d-daddy, please touch me more,” he whines, and he’s never been more compelling before, but somehow the use of that word really makes you want to give in and give him anything he wants, “please touch me.”

your hand falls a little lower upon his request, and he groans lightly, pulling you a little closer, “you’re perfect, baby, so pretty.”

“ahh, please,” he huffs, clearly growing shy with the praise, but it’s obvious he really likes it, so you touch him more and whisper sweet words into his ear with a kiss, “oh- oh my- daddy- please i-”

“you’re so cute, sweetie pie, especially when you’re feeling good, you look so pretty and content. it’s my favorite sight,” you say adoringly, looking at him with the biggest heart eyes.

“wow, i didn’t expect to like this this much but-“ he whispers, “-i kinda love it.”

im changkyun/i.m:

he doesn’t react much when you say it, making you wonder if he was uncomfortable or not into it, but in any case, you assume it’s going to be forgotten in a few days and there would be nothing to worry about.

until he’s trying to get you to play with him and you’re trying to work. he can’t deny that he gets horny easily and you’re right there! he tries to tease in an way he can think possible, but to no avail. you’re still just sitting there, typing away on your laptop.

“just another thirty minutes, and then im all yours, baby,” you murmur to him, and he pouts subconsciously out of frustration.

he gets an idea, and i’m sure you know what it is.

“alright, you’re busy and i respect that. i guess i’ll just leave you be and go play by myself, daddy,” he giggles when you look over at him for the first time in this encounter and then he walks away.

as he sits on the bed in your bedroom, he awaits the sound of your footsteps, knowing he’s won. the door opens, and you walk in too casually, enough to make him suspicious, until he’s pulled onto your lap with your lips on his shoulder. your hands sneak under his hoodie, and his hands brace himself on your shoulders for stability, “ah- y/n-”

“baby, i did not set aside my work that’s due tomorrow morning to come fuck your brains out just for you to call me that,” he shivers, so incredibly turned on, “try again.”

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