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kamisatomay018 · 4 months

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Happy New Year, Mrs. Neuvillette!

Lots of fluff, new year special fic!

Neuvillette x fem! Reader

“My love, you look simply divine tonight..” you heard your boyfriend’s deep and soothing voice say as you turned around, feeling your heart skip a beat seeing him in an elegant suit, his long hair flowing freely. You blushed and approached him, fixing his tie and kissing his cheek. “Thank you Neuvi, and trust me, you look so heartbreakingly handsome..” Your sweet dragon tilted his head in slight confusion, not understanding your words of endearment correctly. “Heartbreakingly? Why my dear, I never wish to do that to you..” Your sweet laughter echoed through the room as you felt your heart melt, making you kiss his cheeks again. “Aawww don’t worry Neuvi; it’s just an expression! I know you’d never break my heart!”

He smiles in relief, holding your hand and kissing your palm. It was a habit he had developed ever since you started dating. “That puts my heart at ease Mon Amour. Now then, shall we get going? It is 11:30 pm.” You nodded excitedly, holding onto his arm which he held out for you. Archons, he was such a gentleman. As you both stepped out of the Palais Mermonia, your eyes shone brightly as you viewed the glittering city of Fontaine, everyone excitedly waiting for another new year. Festive lights adorned the city as people were out and about, mingling with friends and family. You and Neuvillette were headed to the Opera Epiclese, where he had stated he wished to show you a surprise. You thought that he must have prepared something for new year and nothing more, but soon you’d find out that you were very wrong. Tonight was going to change your life.

You both boarded the aquabus and chatted merrily with the melusine in charge of the trip. The best part about the aquabus in your opinion was the spectacular view of Fontaine it provided, the bright moonlight illuminating on the surface of the oceans as the atmosphere was simply stunning. Fontaine was so different from your home, that is Liyue, yet you had no problem whatsoever in adjusting thanks to the brilliant man seated beside you, your hand safely clasped in his. You were one of the many adepti in Liyue, who had fought alongside Rex Lapis in the archon war. However as time went by, the Liyue you knew and loved also changed as all the adepti departed to Juyeun karst, knowing their protection wasn’t needed. When the news of Rex Lapis’ passing spread, you knew that your millennia long contract with him had come to an end, and although you still held deep love for Liyue, you were no longer bound to stay there and protect the citizens. With Rex Lapis, blessing you departed from Liyue to fulfil your desire of exploring Teyvat, and soon reached Fontaine.

Who knew that you would end up meeting your soulmate and stay here forever? Meeting Neuvillette was purely coincidental, for he had first laid eyes on you when you were tending to the wound of an injured melusine, using your healing powers to ease her pain. When he saw you he instantly knew you weren’t from Fontaine, and he was completely awestruck by your beauty and kindness. And then, when you turned around to lock eyes with him, your entire world changed as a delicate red string appeared, wrapping around your ring finger and his, connecting not just your bodies, but also your souls together. Neuvillette on the other hand, instantly felt his draconic instincts telling him that he had found his mate, and the magical red string that he saw further convinced him of the same, although he did not completely understand what it was. That was the day you both pledged to love one another endlessly, and you chose to settle down in Fontaine, for you really did not have anyone else to go back to in Liyue. 4 years had passed by already, and your bond with Neuvillette had only grown stronger. You both were devoted to one another, your love deeper than any oceans in Fontaine. Sure it was a little tricky to get used to living in a city as developed as Fontaine, but Neuvillette’s unwavering support helped you through it all.

“Dearest, are you alright?” Your beloved’s voice snapped you out of your memory lane, as you noticed the worried expression on his face. “Oh? Oh yes of course love, forgive me, I was just reminiscing about our past.” He lets out a soft chuckle, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Ah I see, is it perhaps you miss your home? If you wish, you can go visit Liyue any time you want dearest.” You shook your head, resting it on his shoulder. “No neuvi, that’s not the reason, I’m quite alright. Besides, I have no one to visit in Liyue really..we adepti are not that close with one another anymore..”

Sensing your slight sadness, neuvillette gently squeezes your hand, holding you close. He knew of your past, and he knew that you missed the way adepti used to be close with one another before the archon war. Now times had changed, and with it so had the bonds you made. “Know that my love for you is unchanging and eternal Mon Amour. I am with you, always.” You looked up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours, your delicate features being adorned with that pretty smile of yours his heart went crazy over. “I know Neuvi, which is why I wish to stay here with you. You make me the happiest, and as long as I have your support and love, I don’t need anyone else!”

He chuckles sweetly, hugging you close to him, thinking to himself- Dont you worry mon amour, I’m going to make you so happy tonight. Eventually you both got off the aquabus, holding hands as you walked down the pathway towards the Opera Epiclese. “The city looks so beautiful tonight Neuvi, we can sense the joy in the atmosphere! It’s really so lively!” You said, admiring the way people were so cheerful and happy. “Believe me my dearest, the city’s beauty is nothing compared to yours..” and there we go, he managed to make you blush yet again! Giggling shyly, you shook your head, making him chuckle too. Eventually you two reached the fountain of Lucine and Neuvillette left your hand, walking forward. With a snap of his fingers, the water in the fountain started glowing beautifully, the plants and flowers around you both gleaming and shining due to the existing water droplets on them. It looked absolutely magical, making you feel like you were in an enchanted fairy tale.

“Oh my..neuvi this is…oh wow..” you really had no words to describe it, the gleaming water droplets seeming like shining fairy lights. He smiles at you, going to you slowly while taking a deep breath to compose his nervous self. This was it, the biggest step in your relationship was here. “Mon amour, I have something to say..” You looked at him with a big smile, cupping his cheek softly “go ahead Neuvi, tell me, I’m listening..” Well, here goes nothing.

“Mon amour..the moment our eyes first locked, I knew you were the only one my heart and soul was bound to. You’ve taught me love, you’ve given me the honour of being with you and experiencing what true happiness feels like. Without you, I am nothing. You fill me with so much joy, so much hope and so much love..before you entered my life, I was alone and merely just…existing. But with you I’ve realised what living life to the fullest feels like..You are simply magnificent, one of a kind. My love for you is everlasting and ever growing..I wish to spend my entire life with you, just like this, holding your hand in mine. So…” getting down on one knee, he opened a beautiful engraved box. On a velvet pillow lay a beautiful ring, with a big diamond in between, surrounded by two shining cor lapis stones. “Will you let me have the honour of calling you my wife? Will you marry me and become Mrs. Neuvillette?”

You were a crying mess by now. Words could never describe how euphoric your felt right now. It was a dream come true; there was no other way to describe it. You nodded vigorously through your tears, falling into his arms giving him perhaps the tightest hug you had ever given. “YES! Yes Neuvi, I’d love to be your wife!!” At that very moment, the clock struck midnight as fireworks erupted all over the night sky. Neuvillette smiled ever so happily, embracing you close to him. He held your left hand, gently slipping the beautiful ring onto your ring finger, right where the red string had shown itself 4 years ago.

“I love you Mon Amour, I cannot wait to marry you.” You smiled through your tears, admiring him so much. He could sense your joy, and it was contagious for he himself was beyond ecstatic. “Oh Neuvi…I love you so much too, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me..” as you both stood back up, he held you close, leaning his forehead against yours. “Happy New Year my beloved.” You giggled softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, your ring shining brighter than the stars. “Happy new year Neuvillette..”

And once again, you both locked eyes, lilac meeting gold. The two of you were so happy, that nothing else mattered in this moment. Without wasting any more time, he leaned in, sealing the new year with a sweet kiss filled with pure love. This was perhaps the best way to start the new year, one you knew would be the best year of your lives. He was your home, your everything. And now, you were his fiancée. Happy new year, Mrs. Neuvillette!

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angstics · 7 months

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3.3k words summarizing queliot if you've never seen the magicians. or if youve seen it and you want to indulge in my insane criticisms. lord touch his mind

okay so the magicians was a tv show about a bunch of post grads learning magic in magic university then discovering that the fantasy world from a kids book series was actually real and the Beast of that world was out to get them. WHO GIVES A FUCK. the crazy people were focused on the relationship btwn main character quentin coldwater (depressed, heart on his sleeve, surprise sex maniac who is new to magic and loves those books) and gay best friend eliot waugh (substance addicted (big surprise!!), gay trauma, named after evelyn waugh oh you know…) they form a friendship and it’s weirdly touchy and close. eliot keeps trying to seduce quentin but it’s never serious. i dont even think quentin notices. anyone remember the “lets not talk” scene? he was about to fuck that sad man. anyway this tension was actually fulfilled by the end of the 1st season with a drunk threesome including the two and their best friend margo. they at least kiss and cuddle and MAYBE sucked dick if the ghost of his girlfriend who haunts him later is to be believed (which i do #cockinhismouthsunday).

at this time articles that were like “THIS SIFI SERIES IS PROUDLY BISEXUAL” were coming out which. lol. lmfao! quentin never had any sort of queer identity. not even a hint of it. the homophobia of the show started with the regurgitation of the “sad drunk lonely sex-crazed” gay man trope with eliot, then the “everyone is fluid but no one actually has same sex attraction” trope, THEN by sidelining and killing off almost every gay or trans character, THEN THE QUENTIN THING. and the quentin thing turned people insane. let’s see why.

so after the threesome, eliot and quentin continue having a good friendship. there is some tension that isnt present with margo which sure is a choice… but it is resolved by a heartfelt crowning ceremony nd hug. oh theyre kings of the magic land now btw. eliot and q are pretty much separate from this point on xcept for certain episodes/moments. it is strange they dont have any storylines together. but love finds a way. at some point a version of eliot sacrifies himself for quentin. if u look at the scene it is on instinct it is crazy. then they reunite at the end of s2 but it’s all business really. the show was really involved w its nonsense plot.

anyway season 3. hahaha. so like i said theyre separate most of the show past s1. this is true in this season xcept for episodes 305 and 313 (with some notable moments in between). the plot of this season is that they have to go on quests to collect keys. the creature that gives eliot this plot calls quentin his “brother of the heart”. ok! when they see each other for the first time in a while in 304, they hug in a very sweet way :) look at this photo from bts during that scene :) i have it framed

after a series of other quests, 305 turns out to be the Eliot and Quentin quest! finally a story with the two! the quest is for the “time key”, which is fabled to be given to whoever solves the mosaic puzzle in fillory (magic world). the puzzle? they have to arrange 100s of tiles in a way that depicts “the beauty of all life”. quentin is very excited about it. eliot is happy to hear him infodump. they eventually get pushed into fillory to solve the mosaic. turns out they were also sent DECADES in the past. there might have been a way out but they were dead-set on solving the mosaic and getting their key. so they get to work. they live in a cottage attached to the mosaic and they spend hours, days, months on it. just the two of them and the mosaic. this episode is called “a life in a day” which is so perfect you wonder why the writing couldnt be that good within the show.

at the 1 year anniversary, quentin kisses eliot. and eliot kisses him back. and you wonder woah what does this mean?! well keep wondering girl because this tv show does not care to explore any of that. it chugs on and eliot and q fight about “living their lives there” and quentin gets a Wife and has a child with her and then she DIES (leaving her as a narrative incubator rather than an actual character, which is very in line with the sexism of the show). and they grow up and decades pass and the child grows old enough to leave and it seems eliot co-parented him but (again) the tv show doesnt care to show you that. and this whole time theyre working on the mosaic. years and years. eventually they grow old. it’s just the two of them. until eliot dies. quentin goes to bury him in the mosaic plot and he finds a special little tile. he places it in the mosaic. he gets the key. the puzzle is solved. “the beauty of all life”. but quentin is alone. his life companion is gone. and that’s the last we see of him.

we go back in time til before they enter fillory. their friend stops them and she has the key through time shenanigans and they never live that timeline. UNTIL!!!!! they do. they remember it all. what does decades (50 yrs btw) of living happily together mean for them?!? FUCK ALL APPARENTLY!!!! because the next episode (306 if yr keep track) they mention it ONCE AND NEVER AGAIN. and there is so much beneath the surface with the looks and the line that mentions it (“go be life partners with someone else” eliot says jokingly in a manner that shouldve been the catalyst to quentin’s magic-induced suicide spiral later that episode).

ok quentin does mention it once more to his dying dad. but nothing about his Male Life Partner Of Fifty Years. Nothing. they dont even talk about it with their best friends, leading one to believe they just kept it a secret . which. okay.

okay. so theyre apart til the last episode of the season. and quentin decides to sacrifice himself by locking himself in a cage with a monster for all of eternity. he says the quest prepared him for it which is yikesss. eliot refuses. but quentin insists. they travel to the prison (he gets back together with his gf during this trip btw they had been apart that season after some shit. one of their worst writing decisions i hate this stupid ass cockroach relationship). quentin almost exchanges himself. then eliot shoots the monster. dooming them all.

so the monster doesnt die. instead he possesses eliot. and that becomes the story for season 4. at first quentin and co think eliot is dead. and it’s devastating lol. an interesting thing is that the monster was so. touchy with quentin. unbearably so. it’s such a perverse reflection of eliot’s touch. which is sorta pointed out by quentin in this quote (paraphrase) “i know it’s not eliot. but he has his face and his eyes…”

anyhow 405. hahahahahaha. so this episode it’s revealed eliot is alive but trapped in his own head. and to get out for a moment and tell his friends he’s alive, he needs to confront his most terrible most shameful memory. the whole episode is him trying to figure out what it is. meanwhile, quentin and co are setting up a plan to kill the monster. and quentin breaks up with his gf (lol). in a deleted scene that WAS shown in promo they argue about the monster. and quentin says “im team eliot”. lol

anyhow, eliot’s hit a dead end. he cant figure the worst thing that’s happened in his life. then his memory of quentin (theyve been hangin out) says he’ll “sacrifice” himself if he had to. eliot smiles and says “i know youre just a memory… but youre a very generous one.” and quentin says— (im reciting this from memory btw all of this has been from 4 years of NON STOP thinking about it) quentin says “well you sacrifice for the people you love” and he gives eliot a VERY pointed look. and then it dawns on eliot. and the guilt is instantly palpable.

hahahahha. hahaha. hahahahahaha. okay so eliot goes to the memory he knows is the worst thing he’s ever done. his most traumatic memory, after a lifetime of violent homophobia and bad choices. the person possessed before him described this memory as being “the day he left home”.

the memory? the day they remembered their past lives. did it happen? fifty years. it happened.

theyre sat under a wedding arch (that was the b plot of the episode lol). it’s beautiful. eliot watches the memory play out, standing in front of the seated figures. the guilt. the guilt.

outside, the tension is building. the plan to kill the monster is in motion. quentin has to coax him to a certain spot. he has to look at him as he kills his best friend.

eliot doesnt know this but he gets anxious watching it play out. there is a certainty that this is it. the first time viewer has no idea whats going on. we never saw the direct aftermath of them remembering. we always assumed there wasnt anything.

well a year after 305 aired, a yr after thinking THAT WAS IT, they recontextualize Everything.

it is worth saying here that in the promo interviews leading up to season 4, quentin’s and eliot’s actors were sussing it UP. quentin’s at some point talks on q’s queerness, saying it was the one aspect of his life he didnt feel anxious about.

well

what happens is that quentin asks eliot for a relationship. remember how it was quentin who first kissed eliot? it happens again. heart on his fucking sleeve. i can recite this scene pretty well so im going to fucking do it:

did it happen? fifty years. it happened. it was sort of beautiful. it really was. i know this is gonna sound dumb but … us. i mean we work. we know it cause we lived it. who gets that proof of concept? (eliot smiles uneasily) we just got injected with fifty years of memories so i get that youre not thinking clearly. no im just saying… what if we gave it a shot, would that be so crazy? (eliot looks down, worried and thoughtful. quentin smiles RADIANTLY it is BLINDING) why the fuck not?

editors opinion: quentin is such a beautiful person. to be so truthful about something so scary is unthinkable. especially in context of him being so hopelessly and quietly in love his childhood best friend, and his whirlwind romance with previously mentioned gf, and all the tragedy he endured with these two. but this is someone who loves with his whole heart. what was he supposed to do? contain it?

then eliot hardens.

i know you and you arent… whats the matter? dont be naive it matters. (pause) q i love you but… that isnt me and that definitely isnt you. not when we have a choice. (quentin looks away. he wipes his eye) oh. okay. sorry.

and silence. the real eliot, the eliot who isnt the memory, looks on. tired and angry, he speaks to himself:

what the hell is wrong with you? what the hell are you doing? someone Good and True… Loves you. yeah it was a little crazy but you knew. you knew this truly mattered. and you just SNUFFED IT OUT.

then he looks to the memory of quentin. soft as the clouds:

q. im sorry. i was afraid. and when im afraid i run away.

then he kisses him. and he hits you with the thesis of the episode:

if i ever get out of here q… know that when im braver it cause i learned it from you.

well

thats his most traumatic memory. he is granted passage to consciousness. what is the first thing he sees? quentin. the real quentin.

q? (smiles) q (laughs) it’s me. it’s eliot. ok come on no games. it’s eliot. i said no games. (eliot looks around, worried as all hell) fifty years (he walks towards q) who gets proof of concept like that? what? peaches and plums motherfucker (this is the symbol to their mosaic life) im alive in here. (eyes as wide as saucers, heart in his throat) eliot…

and he ruins their plans of killing the monster. “eliot’s alive.”

then the episodes keep rolling. “eliot eliot eliot. why do you care so much about him?” “because i do.” and “wow i love that plan. except the part where it doesnt save eliot.” quentin gets back with his gf for reasons only the devil knows. but fine ok whatever quentin and eliot will HAVE to talk post-saving. even if the writers ignore it once more they have some kind of relationship. and they do save eliot in the finale! you know who they dont save? lmfao

quentin dies. in a manner that many including myself found weird and unsatisfactory and suicidal. and he never gets to know how eliot feels. never. he’s just gone. their story means nothing 💯

editors note: this ending broke me. i was using the show as a depression crutch, so a fate so hopeless ruined me. cant blame the show for my mistake but being so technically bad certainly didnt help.

well when the show came back for its next (and final lol) season, they did attempt closure for eliot and quentin. for some reason this was all contained in 3 episodes, most of it in the third (503) but what the fuck ever. it has its moments.

the episode is basically about eliot and alice (q’s gf i dont think ive mentioned her name. sorry alice) going on a mini quest up a treacherous mountain for grievers to return a piece of quentin’s soul back to the underworld. their fights are soooo funny. toxic lover vs almost-lover.

alice at some point says “well he was MY boyfriend this is MY pilgrimage and you just TAGGED ALONG” and (blood obviously boiling) eliot goes “right, because he meant nothing to me”. and this highlights something so sneakily homophobic about this whole affair. quentin and eliot’s relationship never mattered to the narrative as much as all the other straight relationships, especially quentin and alice’s. like i said, they would separate for entire seasons. you will be happy to know that not 1 episode goes by without quentin and alice conflicting and making up conflicting and etc. i dont understand how quentin and eliot’s relationship wasnt important enough. they were best friends, they kissed multiple times and had sex AT LEAST once if the mosaic subtext isnt considered. and the mosaic… it isnt just that they lived together for 50 yrs and raised a child and were happy, something they couldnt quite grasp in their old lives… they achieved the beauty of all life. that is a monumental achievement that shouldve changed not only their lives, but their stories.

the thing about the confession is that it wasnt planted in s3. talking about 405, the writers said they came up with it while working on that episode. it was essentially a retcon. though its inclusion explains why they didnt talk about it literally, it doesnt excuse the narrative outright ignoring it. it DEFINITELY doesnt account for why it ignored the rest of the SAME SEASON it was ESTABLISHED IN. if this was quentin and alice, they would be talking about it nonstop. and guess the fuck what when they get back together it is *non stop*.

SO. 503. they are on their pilgrimage. tensions build. eliot hallucinates quentin’s voice (it’s a soundbite from the mosaic when eliot dies which is depressing). they meet another traveller who is grieving his long dead boyfriend.

the traveller asks who theyre grieving and alice goes My Boyfriend and eliot looks away and says he knew him as a friend and it’s so sad it makes me want to die. why did they invent new exciting ways for gay people to be ashamed of who they love. i hate this show.

anyway the traveller talks about his boyfriend and how he was a magician who died young and how his dreams were haunted by him. and eliot is listening so intensely you want to jump hale appleman for being so good at this acting thing. alice goes to sleep and leaves the two alone. then they really start talkin:

(the traveller asks) have you ever had love? (eliot smiles small, hesitant) love…? yeah love. (pause) the friend we’re putting to rest. (traveller is delightfully shock) wasnt just a friend.

truly truly truly cant describe to you how much it physically pains me that it took 2 seasons and for one of them to die and a conversation with a stranger to get to this point. why wasnt this always part of the narrative. why does this only matter now after 2 yrs of fans badgering you about why this isnt part of the fucking show despite BEING PART OF THE FUCKING SHOW! it is dead obvious this was never the intent so even with something that should feel right feels wrong because the show never wanted it. it never wanted quentin to be in love with eliot. but it doesnt make sense if he isnt. i hate this show.

the convo continues 🙄:

does she know? oh god no. a torrid secret affair. (eliot looks away) no, nothing like that.

and i wish eliot was given a proper story. i wish i knew what was going on in his head through all of this. i wish i wish.

so it is revealed that quentin and eliot “had love” and that eliot is keeping it a secret (a revelation considering they werent intimate on screen past the 1 yr anniversary, they were only ever referred to as best friends by cast and crew, AND even what they were was obscured in the confession scene. and their feelings didnt matter past 405 fuck this world). this is huge. it should be huge. eliot’s first arc is about how he cant fall in love until he does and gets his heart broken. quentin’s stories are so wrapped up in alice that having another love interest should complicate that entirely. it doesnt.

the climax of the episode is when eliot expresses difficulty of letting go of quentin and alice says “he was your friend” and eliot replies (quick as if not meaning to) “he wasnt just my friend.” and wowww. how cathartic. the first time in the history of the show they talk about it. 5 seasons btw.

and eliot tells her about the mosaic and how “we loved each other for a really really long time.” and how he told him to fuck off and how he died for him and how he was never able to talk to him again. he just died.

and that part is supposed to be cathartic too. it feels cathartic for eliot the character at least. but to me the Viewer. i was sick of how they were trying to appeal to MY thoughts of what he should be feeling. as if trying to placate me. cuz if it was soo important it wouldnt just been solved after this episode. he DGAF about quentin after this. i dont get it. why cant they write a proper story.

well one line that stuck with me and i truly felt was this:

alice: he was pretty in love with you eliot: i wouldnt say that alice: .. i would

and then eliot looks at her the most devastated a man can look.

thats it. that’s quentin and eliot. a heartfelt and final fuck this show. the fic goes crazy esp the 2019 shit.

#long post #the magicians

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fanficdelulus · 6 months

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Fractured

Fate (Gojo x Fem! Reader)

(TW: blood, death, depression)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Time was running out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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As always, much love xoxo

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alilarew23 · 8 months

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who are you not being?

so often when people talk about the law/manifestation the go-to phrase (second only to “affirm and persist until it shows up❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️ or until you die❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️” lmao) is “be the person who has it!”

aka how would you think how would you feel how would you talk how would you carry yourself what would you do what would your energy be like—who are you?

the “you” who isn’t desiring.

the you who already has.

the you who already is.

which, yeah. that’s key. absolutely.

but i want to flip that statement on its head for a hot second and make you think, so humor me.

you want something, yeah?

been affirming for your specific desire and for self-concept ceaselessly for months but “nothing is happening,” you “haven’t had any movement,” you “feel like giving up”…well clearly you’re still in the state of trying, which is an easy problem to solve, but instead of me writing yet another post telling you how to solve it (fulfill yourself within, stop desiring), i want to ask you, and i want you to answer honestly—and this may require some meditation on your part, or what one of my homies and me call a “self-talk walk”—why, on a deep, maybe subconscious level, ARE you still in the state of trying?

meaning, what are you avoiding by not having?

who are you not being?

put differently, if you were forced to take every got damn ounce of the energy you’ve been putting into trying to get your desire in the physical world into something else, what would that something be?

do you know?

does it exist?

does it scare you that you don’t know, or that it maybe doesn’t yet exist?

fight me on this if you want to, but the way i see it, the point of the law is not to get.

it’s to stop desiring.

it’s a return to the true self, to the god-self.

it’s inner fulfillment, which is the state in which we are most present, most loving, most creative, most all-the-other-beautiful-things-that-make-life-worth-living, and i guess—i don’t know, man.

i’m not inside your brain-body so i cannot do this for you, but maybe, just maybe, if you sit with yourself in the quiet for a bit and ask yourself, “who am i not being? and why am i not being it?” and let the answer arise without judging or suppressing or fighting it, you will finally be able to shift out of your perpetual trying state and make space to let the magic in.

to be the magic.

i love you/i believe in you/happy investigating!

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#law of assumption #loassumption #loa #neville goddard #edward art #self concept #manifestation #states of consciousness #mindset #imagination #affirm and persist #affirmations #being #desire #fulfillment #god #creativity

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yan-lorkai · 9 months

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Hello! How would yandere twst react to the fact that reader cannot get pregnant in any way, and thinks that she has infertility, but how did it turn out later that it was yandere who suffer from infertility? How hurt will they be by the fact that they will not be able to give what reader wants, who is now demanding an end to their marriage due to their infertility and has already found herself a new candidate by making contact with him?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Hii anonie! I wasn't sure if you wanted all the characters from the babytrap hcs so I just picked Malleus and Leona, but let me know if you wanted the others too I'm more than happy to write them! :D

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, Infertility and talk about pregnancy/children, imprisonment, possessiveness, malleus using his UM

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Malleus is determined to try a thousand times if need be, the thought of building a family still circling his mind as he hopes to get you pregnant this time. Several factors may be preventing you from getting pregnant such as stress, lack of vitamins or health problems, so Malleus changes your routine to a calmer one and brings the royal doctors to you to find out what the problem is.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Even though he's a little delusional, Malleus can see that maybe there's a problem he didn't foresee: you're infertile. But even if you're infertile he still loves you dearly, if you can't have kids biologically then he's sure maybe you could adopt.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ But when does he find out you're not infertile? Malleus doesn't quite know how to feel, he knows that it only means one thing and that the problem is him. And the world trembles under his feet, the sky is swept clean of any sign of the sun as thunder crashes to the earth, Malleus hadn't considered the hypothesis that he might be infertile and even though royal doctors talk about this or that, he doesn't catch a single word. He can't, he can't give you what you want, he can't fulfill his role as a husband and he fears your reaction to his hypothesis.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ That night he comes to lie beside you, quiet, and he holds you tenderly against his chest, stroking your sides and looking at you like it's the first time he's really seen you. And he shares his suspicions about his infertility with you, watching each expression pass over your face, expecting you to yell at him and storm out of the room, but you don't. You stay there and you both tremble in each other's embrace, and Malleus thinks for a second that maybe you don't care either and that maybe nothing will change in your relationship.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ But as time goes by he realizes that this is not the case. And one day he enters your shared room to notice that your bags are packed and that you intend to leave, Malleus doesn't need you to tell him why, he knows, deep down he knows why you're leaving him. And he feels a terrible pain go through him, especially when you tell him how you've been exchanging letters with another man and that you didn't want to be with him anymore. And if Malleus were just a little less selfish, maybe he would have let you go and live your dream of having a child, but he can't think of that and he loves you too much to give you up, so he puts you to sleep with his magic, trapped forever inside your own body.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Leona feels that he has failed you and him, especially if you have high expectations of having a child with him. No matter how many times you try, none of the attempts are fruitful and he can hear the servants' mean comments in the corridors, he can see what those whispers and giggles do to you. Until one day, his mother suggests that one of the two of you may have some problem that prevents you from conceiving and Leona is terrified of the thought. He could grunt and murmur that Cheka bothers him, but he wanted a child and when you married him Leona imagined what that child would be like, would they have your eyes or your smile? Would they be as beautiful and graceful as you?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Knowing that maybe they can't be born because one of you is infertile breaks his heart as much as yours, but he stands strong to support you during this delicate time as you visit the medical wing.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ And honestly, the confirmation that he was infertile leaves him stunned and afraid, as if he were just going to be a hated boy again and that no one believed he was worth anything. And he knows well the look of disappointment that passes over your face and it hurts him more than he lets on, he would expect this from anyone but you, this is not something he can control but maybe there is a treatment or something he can do. And he starts to plan as the two of you return to your room.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He knows as he watches you spend time with Cheka or other kids that this is something you wanted to experience and something you won't be able to have if you stay with him, he knows that at some point you'll leave or maybe stay long enough until your relationship deteriorates. He just didn't expect it to hurt so much when it happened, with you throwing divorce papers in his face while announcing loud and clear that you're leaving, that there is another man in your heart who can give you what you want and how you've been exchanging letters with him this whole time. But he can't let you go, no matter how much you scream or cry or how much you run from him, you're his and there's nothing you can do or anyone to turn to for help.

#yandere leona #yandere malleus #yandere malleus draconia #yandere leona kingscholar #twst #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #yandere leona x reader #yandere malleus x reader #malleus x yuu #malleus x reader #malleus x mc #leona x yuu #leona x mc #leona x reader #lorkai headcanons

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omarera · 2 months

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Oh wow 🫠 collecting my thoughts the day after The Day. Long rant ahead.

It’s truly one of the most beautiful concert experiences I have ever had. The intimacy of the venue and all the love from the very excited audience was so special. His live vocals are incredible! I was a bit worried how he would handle the dance routines and keep his vocals on top but certainly no need to worry. The sound and his vocals were amazing through out the show. His stage presence is also something very unique, he has this glowing energy and just radiates and it’s very natural and feels like he is in his right element when he performs on stage. The dance routines were also on point and he is such a smooth and beautiful dancer.

I also liked the diversity and the planning of the set list. I was a little surprised that he added Build a girl for example but that song became a nice toned downed version and he was sitting on a chair singing it. People filling in the lyrics and he made a shout out and thanks to Felix and Oscar in the audience. It was a sweet moment for him to cherish his start, telling us about it and praise his band members. And Mapei came in during Om du inte fanns and Jubel appeared during Off my mind.

He did some small talk between songs and had a lovely talk about moving to Sweden and praising his mom as well. And a talk on YR ofc. And was so sweet and caring when a fan needed support and needed to be removed from the floor by security and waited till it’s was all clear and he made sure to get a “good to go” answer from the security before continuing.

I read a review in DN (one of Swedens two large morning papers) and first I was disappointed of it, and still is to some extent, but it was also a very promising review. It basically says that his own song catalogue doesn’t hold for a full concert yet, since covers were included, and that his small talk were good on paper but didn’t fly on stage. And they criticized him speaking English, which actually shows they had no idea how loved he is around the world and that so many fans had come and he was just respectful to them. I can understand some of her points though (after my first reaction lol), that he dreams big and talks about fulfilling dreams but has not fully reach a level of being a the top level artist (due to song catalog) She could have focused more on his stage presence etc but ofc they hit in the things they can. But I also find that review very hopeful. It was his first show, the song catalog will grow. He can develop the small talk and make the breaks in the show more tight, to not loose momentum. Those are things he can change. The reviewer compared him with a young Darin, who is now one of the biggest names in Sweden and he also has a big career abroad. So she clearly see his potential to grow. And she had no complaints on his stage presence, singing and his performance. How could she have. That was clearly on point. And he got a 3 on a scale from 0-5. Getting a 2 is equal to “pass”, so he still got a review above “good enough”. It would have been nice if she would have mentioned his amazing voice.

I brought a friend, she just listened in on his songs before the show, and she was absolutely floored by his performance and personality.

I am so so proud and happy for him. For him (and us) , this really was to fulfill one of his dream. He has had the dream to make his first solo concert for so long. The professional way he excelled doing it with his family and friends there, all the loving fans (he also shows he loves back), was just magical and very beautiful ❤️

#omar rudberg #omar at circus

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aerynwrites · 6 months

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Love Lost

Halsin x Ascended Astarion

A/N: got this idea in my head and it wouldn’t leave me alone. Lots of angst very little comfort but a fun read if I do say so myself. Hope y’all enjoy. Summary: Halsin was unable to sway Astarion from ascending and now…Now he’s left to try and reconcile his love for the man he knew and the vampire lord before him now. Word Count: 2k Warnings: ascended Astarion, heart break, falling out of love, grief, hurt no comfort, angst.

In the few weeks that passed since the destruction of the Absolute, Halsin has felt an all too familiar dread and hopelessness settle into him.

It started when he was unable to sway Astarion from his Ascension, his vampire lover craving the power that was denied him for so long.

While he disapproved of the decisions at first, he had slowly come to a begrudging acceptance in the days that followed.

Astraion seemed lighter, happier, finally and truly free. Halsin had been so blinded by the man’s happiness at the beginning that he ignored the flares of unease that simmered in his belly.

Once the tadpole’s threat was removed, the other companions slowly drifted away. Shadowheart to live with her parents, Karlach and Wyll returning to the Hells…Even Tav eventually left their sides, returning to Waterdeep with Gale.

Which just left Astarion and Halsin, alone in the vast palace in Baldur’s Gate.

Halsin felt stifled in the city, his magic dimmed so far from nature's embrace. He had tried to encourage Astarion to come out into nature with him, perhaps take time away from the city after their victory. But the man had brushed him off, claiming to have too much to do, too many things to get in order.

That should have been one of many clues. That, along with the new pet names the vampire ascendant had bestowed upon him.

At first, he’d liked the way Astarion had called him ‘little love’ - a name so unusual for a man his size that he couldn’t help but smile and lean into the palm rested against his cheek.

But then, in the throes of pleasure, he had called Halsin his consort. The term had snapped him from his bliss so sharply it felt like electricity in his veins. He’d wanted to question the man above him, but Astarion - if he’d even noticed Halsin pause - paid no mind.

He hated ‘pet’ the most.

It made him feel like this…thing. An object, rather than something to be cherished. A beast meant to be ordered around.

He hasn’t lain with Astarion since. Not that the other man has sought him out, once again too busy.

Throwing elaborate parties, wooing potential patrons and political allies, all as Halsin stood lonesome on the outside of the masses.

At first he’d somewhat relished in the large gatherings, enjoyed watching others enjoy themselves.

It had only changed when a particularly beautiful gentleman had come up and asked if Astarion would let Halsin off his leash. As if he were a dog with an owner, instead of a man with his own desires.

Now he doesn’t go to the parties anymore, either.

His life has become one of solitude in the palace. Surrounded by stone and iron and the stench of the city. Not even having his lover’s attention at the rare dinners they share, the lord too distracted by paperwork in front of him.

Truly…the only time Halsin has Astarion’s full attention is when the vampire requires something. Whether that be to feed or to fulfill other carnal desires.

But even that is a void. That mask is a permanent feature on Astarion’s person even as they take pleasure in one another.

His entire being aches.

It aches with a grief he didn’t even know he could feel. A hurt and sadness so deep for someone that isn’t even gone. At least, not physically.

It’s as he lays in bed this night that he finally identifies the source of his heavy heart.

He is grieving.

He’s grieving the loss of his lover, the real Astarion. The Astarion that was lost to that profane ritual all those weeks ago.

He’s grieving love lost.

The creaking of old hinges pulls him from his thoughts, his dark vision allowing him to see near perfectly in the pitch-black room.

The door to his and Astarion’s chambers cracks open, dim candlelight from the hall spilling in and illuminating the room in a thin sliver of light as a familiar body slips in.

Astarion hardly ever comes to their chambers, either sleeping in his office or only coming to fulfill his needs.

Halsin feels a pang of shame as he almost welcomes the latter thought. At least then he can pretend that things are as they were.

If only for a moment.

The door closes and the soft sound of matches striking meets his ears as gentle light fills the room.

Astarion lights just a few candles before waving the match to put it out, before he strides over to the bed.

Halsin reaches for him, hands settling on his waist as the vampire gracefully straddles his hips.

“I did not expect you to come to me tonight, my heart,” Halsin says, his words lacking their usual warmth.

He tries, Silvanus does he try to muster the warmth and care he once felt for the man above him. But it’s a weak flickering flame in his heart, struggling to stay aflame amidst the black cloud clogging his chest.

Astarion smiles, and Halsin is silently thankful for the lack of light, so he doesn’t have to see the lack of sincerity in the action.

“Of course I’d come to you,” he purrs, hands already tugging at the ties of Halsin’s top.

Astarion's lips are on his before he can utter a reply, dominating him with this one simple action.

Cool lips are firm against his own, his tongue surging forward in search of Halsin’s.

This used to be a dance between them. Giving and taking in equal measure as they both sought pleasure in each other's bodies. Now…

Now it’s a battle for domination. There’s only ever one winner, and it’s never been Halsin.

Astarion has never hurt him, to his credit, and Halsin believes Astarion still cares for him in his own twisted way. In the physical sense, he’s never left wanting after their nights together but…

His heart aches for more.

It aches for the gentle laughter he used to pull out of Astarion. The soft look in his eyes or the warmth that filled his chest when they were together.

Now it’s just..empty.

Every action feels transactional, void of any love or warmth. Even now, as Astarion’s hands roam over his body, Halsin feels…wrong.

Astarion breaks the kiss only to trail lips down the druid’s neck, teeth scraping teasingly before he moves lower, lips brushing his collar bone.

“I couldn’t leave my little pet, alone and wanting…”

Halsin freezes beneath him, that tiny flame in his chest snuffing out with that one gods damned word.

“Stop.” The word comes out much quieter than Halsin intended, and Astarion lets out a breath of laughter.

“And why would I do that?” he asks, trailing back to place sharp fangs against Halsin’s neck. “I’ve barely even had a taste…”

“Astarion, stop!”

His words come out loud and more forceful than he’s ever spoken to the man above him, and before the vampire can blink, Halsin is ripping himself from his grip, all but shoving the other man away as he sits up on the edge of the bed.

Halsin is angry, hurt and more than anything else…he’s sad. He can feel it aching so deeply in his chest it threatens to choke him. It’s a feeling that was planted soon after the Ascension and no matter how hard he tried to rip it out, it continued to grow.

It festered like weeds in his heart, in his very veins, threatening to pull him under anytime he gazed at his lover.

But now…they’ve finally taken over. He can no longer ignore the feelings burning within him, choking him, and finally breaking the heart he thought could withstand anything.

It apparently can’t stand this.

Astarion scoffs, a bitter empty sound that makes Halsin's heart crack even further. “What in the hells has gotten into you, pet?”

Halsin snaps, fists clenching at his side. “Do not call me such a thing,” he spits, his sadness manifesting in an anger so deep, it runs black.

A cruel laugh leaves Astarion’s lips, one that reminds Halsin of the mask Astarion wore so often when they first met.

“Oh, but that’s what you are,” the man purrs, coming up behind Halsin on the bed, hands sliding up his shoulders. “My, little pet that I do so adore-“

In a flash, Halsin is on his feet, hand gripping Astarion’s wrist in a grip so tight it would do far more damage to a mortal being. But the vampire doesn’t look phased in the slightest, mouth tilted downwards in displeasure and eyes sparking with something akin to bemused anger.

“I am not an object to be controlled,” Halsin says firmly, dropping Astarion’s hand as despair replaces any anger he previously felt. “The Astarion I came to know would know that.”

Astarion stands, lips tilting up once more in that smile Halsin has come to hate. He used to love when Astarion would smile, eyes sparkling with mischief or joy. He had worked so hard with his lover to help him lose that mask and now…The mask is a permanent fixture. His smile never reaches his eyes, and if it does, it’s always with a tinge of mocking cruelty.

“The Astarion you knew was weak,” the vampire says, “now I’m so much more. I’m better than I ever was as Cazador’s spawn.”

Astarion spits the last word with such venom it almost takes Halsin back. He’s so caught off guard that he doesn’t stop Astarion when he reaches up to touch him again, his fingers sliding beneath Halsin’s chin as red eyes appraise him.

“I don’t understand why you can’t see that,” Astarion murmurs quietly, disappointment tinging his tone.

Disappointment. As if Astarion was speaking to an ignorant child instead of his lover, his partner, the man who is supposed to be his equal.

But Halsin knows…deep down he knows that Astarion will never see him that way again. To him, Halsin should be blessed to be his…consort as he called it.

The Astarion he knew is gone. For good. And it’s a sliver of knowledge that stabs piercingly each time he realizes it.

Halsin reaches up with the last tinge of tenderness he can offer his former love, his hand wrapping around Astarion’s gently as he pulls his face away from cool fingers.

“I refuse to see the illusion you’ve created for yourself,” Halsin says softly, stepping away from the man in front of him. “I only see the very thing you tried to destroy.”

At the brief mention of his old master, Astarion’s eyes flash with pure unadulterated hatred. He’s on Halsin in a flash, hand gripping his jaw as fingers dig harshly into his cheeks. His breath is warm as it brushes over Halsin’s lips, his words a hiss in the otherwise silent room.

“Don’t you ever compare me to him.”

With a harsh shove and twist of his arm, Halsin breaks Astarion’s hold over him, silently relishing in the ache left on his skin.

At least he feels something other than that bone-deep sadness.

“I’m leaving,” Halsin finally says, turning his eyes away from his lost partner. “I can’t bear to stay here any longer. My…My heart calls me elsewhere.”

Anywhere but here, shattering at his feet.

Astarion smiles that mocking smile, straightening his shoulders and looks down at the druid, haughty arrogance replacing any other emotion.

“You won’t really leave me,” he says presumptuously. “I own you. You’re mine - ‘just as nature intended’ - remember?”

Halsin can’t help but flinch as his own words are thrown back in his face, but he stands his ground.

“I am no one’s but my own,” he says, voice resigned. “Perhaps, at one time, I was yours and you were mine but…” He trails off. “The person my heart stirred for died in that ritual.”

He turns towards the door then, silently bracing himself for another harsh hand on his skin, but he feels nothing. He only hears the sharp intake of breath as he opens the door.

“Fine!” Astarion calls out, voice filled with venomous anger. “Leave. But don’t expect me to be waiting with open arms when you come crawling back to where you belong.”

Halsin takes a stuttered breath, that familiar black grief shrouding his heart.

“I won’t.”

And then he’s gone, leaving his love and his heart in shattered pieces behind him.

#halsin x astarion #astarion x halsin #halstarion #halsin #astarion #bg3 #baldurs gate 3

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lionlena · 5 months

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Dancing With Your Ghost (JavierPeñaxreader) Epilogue

A/N:

Ok, so that's the end of this story. I started writing it almost 7 months ago, not really knowing where it would lead me and having the idea until chapter 6… Along the way, I abandoned this story for Joel… But sooner or later, my heart always missed Javi 🥺 I would like to thank you all for your comments and likes. Everyone who read this series enjoyed it. I hope you'll be happy with the ending🥰

Epilogue

Since Javier found out you were pregnant, theoretically nothing has changed. He still loved you madly, he still cared for you, you still spent magical Sundays, and he still worked hard on building the house.

On the other hand, everything has changed. Javier worked even harder and at the same time spent every free moment with you. Even if it meant driving half an hour into town just to spend twenty minutes of your lunch break with you, he did it. And of course, he couldn't keep his hands off you. And he fulfilled all your desires without blinking an eye, including sexual ones. You suddenly discovered that pregnant women can be very horny, but that was no problem for Javier. If he had to, he would fall on his knees in front of you every evening and listen to your moans with pleasure.

You also noticed that the bigger your belly was, the prouder Javier was. When you were walking through the city streets or sitting in a restaurant, he would always put his hand on your belly and look around with a cocky smile as if to say, 'Look this is my work. Thanks to me, her belly is swelling.'

It made you laugh, but at the same time, you didn't want to take away his joy. After all, he deserved it for what a wonderful man he was to you, for supporting you every step of the way and going with you to all your doctor's appointments. Thanks to this, you felt confident and your fears about your child's health decreased significantly. Everything was going perfectly.

When you were seven months pregnant, the construction of your house was officially completed. With a wide smile, Javier led you into your beautiful living room. And even though you had been there many times before, somehow knowing that everything was over filled you with delight and you looked at everything as if you were seeing it for the first time.

"Everything is amazing." You said with emotion in your voice.

Javier kissed you passionately while tenderly stroking your belly.

"It's all for you, my little ghost, and for our baby."

Then suddenly Javier knelt down on one knee in front of you and pulled out a small box from his pocket that contained an engagement ring. You were speechless at that moment.

"Y/N, you are the most wonderful person I have ever met in my life. You taught me that love is more than a physical connection, it is a connection of souls. You gave me peace and warmth that warms my heart. Please be my wife. Be Mrs. Peña. Let's have a little wedding next week."

You looked at him in shock and quickly said, "No."

Javier looked at you surprised, maybe even sad. "No?" he repeated quietly.

Seeing the fear in his eyes, you knew you had to fix the situation quickly. "No... I mean yes, but no."

This didn't help at all. Javier was still kneeling in front of you, now on both knees and tilted his head to the side, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes. "Yes, but no?" He asked confused.

You took a deep breath and gently stroked his hair. "I want to marry you." You said calmly, and the sadness instantly disappeared from his face. "But not next week."

Javier smiled coquettishly. "What are you doing next week?"

You huffed and pointed to your belly. "I'm carrying your baby, in a week, in two... basically for the next two months."

He laughed softly and kissed your belly sweetly. "And? I still don't see the problem. One little extra guest isn't a problem."

You groaned in annoyance. "Javi, I don't want to get married with a huge belly... I don't want to be ugly and fat in my wedding photos."

Javier immediately tightened his grip around your waist, gently squeezing your ass and still kissing your belly.

"Mi amor, hermosa, cariño, how can you say such terrible things about my future wife? You are beautiful, the most wonderful, and I can't wait to see that beautiful belly in a white dress... Oh, believe me... This makes me get hard..."

You gasped in surprise as his hands squeezed your ass tighter.

"Javier..."

"I'm telling the truth." He kissed your stomach and looked down at you. "But I will understand and respect any decision you make. We can even have a big wedding next year if you want."

And suddenly, as usual, all your fears disappeared.

"Actually…" You started quietly. "You're right. I want a small, modest wedding and I want our baby to be born with your surname."

Javier smiled widely and gently placed the ring on your finger. Then he stood up and looked at you with eyes shining with joy.

“Y/N, I dreamed of this moment.”

He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you, but it was a different kiss. It wasn't a passionate, hot kiss... Or hungry or longing... It was something completely different. It was a kiss filled with love and gratitude. Your heart was beating like crazy and suddenly you felt your baby move. You placed Javier's hand on your pregnant belly and he chuckled.

"Someone here is as excited as Daddy." You purred against his lips and he kissed you lovingly once again.

A week later, you and Javier were married in the meadow behind your house. You were wearing a plain white dress that fit your pregnant belly really nicely. You wore a wreath of white flowers on your head. It was surprising, but you felt like a princess. Everything seemed wonderful and so peaceful. You said 'yes' surrounded by your loved ones and friends, and then you all had fun together until late.

That night, Javier took you to your bedroom and made love to you in such a gentle and caring way as he had never done before. And he wasn't just doing it because of your pregnancy. He really wanted to prove to you that he will be the best husband in the world.

Two months later, after almost ten hours of labor, your son, José Peña, was born. You were tired after giving birth, but happy as you held your healthy baby in your arms. And for the first time, you saw former DEA agent Javier Peña cry like a little baby. When he took your newborn son for the first time and looked at this little miracle created with his help, so tiny that he could hold José with one hand, he just cried. And he wasn't even ashamed of it. He hugged his son to his chest and kissed his little head, whispering sweet words. It was a sight that melted your heart and you were sure that Javi would be the best dad in the world.

...

You woke up one night and Javier wasn't next to you. You felt anxious for a moment but quickly calmed down. You started listening to see if José was crying, but you didn't hear anything. Still, you decided to get up and look into his crib. However, your son and husband were nowhere to be found. Your heart started beating a little faster. Common sense told you that nothing had happened. Maybe José couldn't sleep, and Javier took him for a short car ride. It was something that quickly calmed your three-month-old baby. But Javi never did it alone. You quickly went out of the house to the terrace to check if there was a car outside and that's when you saw them.

Javier sat on a rocking bench with his son safely placed in his strong arms. For a moment, you wanted to be angry at him and tell him that he shouldn't scare you like that, but... It was such a sweet and adorable sight that it melted your heart.

However, you noticed that something was bothering Javier. He didn't take his eyes off his son's sleeping face. You carefully sat down on the bench next to him and touched his arm.

"Mi amor? What happened? José couldn't sleep?"

Javi still didn't take his eyes off the baby. He gently touched his son's chubby cheek with his finger.

"He was crying, but as soon as I changed his diaper he fell asleep, but I... I couldn't put him down in the cradle..."

You smiled and nodded. You knew this feeling very well. You yourself have held your baby in your arms many times after he fell asleep. However, Javier's next words surprised you.

"I felt a sudden fear. I was afraid to put him down... I was afraid that as soon as I let him out of my arms, something bad would happen to him."

You sighed and gently stroked his cheek.

"Javi, what's going on?"

Javier finally looked away from his son and looked at you. He smiled sadly.

"I don't know, cariño... The cocky, arrogant, and malicious DEA agent suddenly became soft and scared."

You giggled quietly. "You're still cocky and devilishly handsome."

Your comment made Javier laugh softly. You always knew how to cheer him up. He carefully placed your son on his chest, holding him with only one arm. So that he can wrap his free hand around you and pull you to his side. He kissed your forehead and whispered:

"I wonder if I've made the world a safer place for our son. Catching Escobar, and taking down the Cali Cartel, does it all matter? The world is still dangerous. Maybe retiring was a mistake. There are so many things that could hurt him. So many bad things, bad people. Now he's still tiny... For now, I can really wrap my arms around him and protect him, but then what...

You smiled at him understandingly. Javier always had a tendency to get lost in thought. Often unnecessary.

"Javi, darling. The world is dangerous, and we are not able to protect our baby from everything. This is the pain and fear of all parents. In a few months, our son will start walking and he will surely trip over a stone more than once. You want to remove all the stones from the area?"

Javi looked at you with determination. "If necessary."

You rolled your eyes.

"You know it's impossible, but you know what is possible? Our comfort. We will wipe his tears, bandage his hurt knee, and assure him that we are with him. And this is how we will keep him safe. At every stage of his life we will love him and accept him and thanks to this, he will know that he can always come to us and ask us for help.

Javier looked at you with eyes full of boundless love.

"You are very smart, hermosa."

You giggled quietly. "I learned a thing or two about life by being a ghost."

Javier laughed softly. Then he kissed you on the forehead and then your son. He looked at you with those puppy eyes of his.

"Can we sit here for a while? I don't want to put him in the crib just yet."

You nodded and snuggled into his warm, strong body. You looked at your son's calm face and realized that he felt exactly the same as you. That Javier Peña would do literally anything, even burn down the entire world, to keep you safe, happy, and loved. You closed your eyes and whispered, "We can stay here until morning."

You felt Javier hug you tighter and rest his chin on your head. You no longer needed words. Everything was perfect, right in that moment, when he held in his arms the two people he loved and needed most in the world.

...

Six years later, you still felt the same peace and security when you were in your husband's arms. You've had harder times, but you've always been in this together. You didn't hide anything from each other, you didn't fight each other. You loved each other.

Your son was healthy and growing quickly. From a baby, he became a small, charming boy who loved life. He was cute and feisty like his Daddy, but he was also calm like you... And he wasn't the only one.

Four years after your wedding, your little girl, Maya Peña, was born. And if you thought José was like his dad, then... Your little girl looked like a little copy of her daddy. Her eyes were identical.

And currently, she was looking at you with those sweet brown puppy eyes that were tearful and very tired. She put her thumb in her mouth and hiccuped. Her cheeks were red and the hairs on her forehead were wet.

"Oh my little one, you really need a nap."

"Papi…" She whined indistinctly and you already knew you had no choice.

You've been trying to put her down for a nap for the past forty minutes, but she's only gotten more grumpy and cranky. There was no other option. You must have to used a secret weapon. You took her in your arms and left the house, heading towards the horse paddock.

Your son was just sitting on a little white pony and looked very happy. His grandfather Chucho held the reins and Javi secured his son, but you knew that your little boy could handle it even on his own. So you walked up to the fence and waved your hand. Javi immediately said something to his son. You could only guess that he was asking him to hold on tight and be careful.

When he got closer to you and your daughter, he immediately noticed what the problem was and without asking, he reached out his hands, taking Maya away from you. His two-year-old daughter immediately snuggled into his chest and let out a few grumpy purrs. Javi chuckled and kissed her head.

"Someone here is tired but doesn't want to go to sleep?" He asked, knowing the answer perfectly well. "It's okay. Daddy can handle it."

He smiled at you and kissed your forehead, whispering. "I love you."

You smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Even after all these years, he still took every opportunity to make sure you knew how much he loved you.

"I'll go to José." You said and kissed your daughter on the head before Javier took her towards the house.

When your son saw you, he smiled broadly. Chucho gave you a friendly smile too.

"Is everything okay with the little princess?" he asked with concern.

You immediately felt your heart melt. Your children not only had a wonderful, loving, and caring father, but also a wonderful grandfather who always spoiled them and cared for them.

You nodded and moved closer to your son, placing your hand on his back.

"Yes, the heat today is just bothering her. But I'm sure Javier's magic will work on her and she'll be asleep soon."

Your son giggled (in the same way as his daddy) and asked, "Papi can do magic?"

You smiled widely and touched his sweet cheek.

"Yes, it always puts you and your little sister to sleep in minutes."

Your son eagerly nodded and added: "And he can turn ghosts into people!"

You laughed. This was your son's favorite story. Of course, Javier told your story in the form of a fairy tale, omitting the tragic moments and changing a few things. And of course, only you and Javi knew that it wasn't just a made-up story at all.

Half an hour later, your son finished riding the pony and, together with his grandfather, took the pony to the meadow so that the animal could enjoy the fresh grass and rest.

You came back home, quietly entered the living room and your heart beat faster.

Javier lay on the couch and slept with his baby girl, who was dozing comfortably on his broad chest. You saw them both calm and finally resting. You looked at them, enchanted, for a moment. Then you went to the kitchen and started preparing lemonade. You were sure that soon your son and his grandfather would come home, and then your daughter and Javi would wake up. And you all need a sip of refreshing, cool lemonade. Soon your quiet home will once again be filled with the joyful screams of children and the laughter of their father. And as always, Javier will grab your hips whenever he gets the chance, kiss your neck and whisper some dirty words in your ear, because some things never change.

And your love for the man who danced with your ghost will never change.

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