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lizzieisright · 8 months

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Tranquility

dom!reader x sub!Abby

Summary: You want to help Abby relax and show her she doesn't have to control everything, sometimes she just can let go.

Tags: dom!reader, fingering, praise, consent checks, Abby doesn't really notice she is subbing, very light and vanilla, Sylvia Plath's quotes.

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MINORS DON'T INTERACT I'll hunt you for sport

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You don't jump into power dynamics right away when you get together: Abby doesn't even think about it too much - she just assumes since between the two of you she is the killing machine, big strong scary Abby Anderson, she'll be in charge like she is everywhere else. And you don't seem to mind, even though you had the sex talk way prior to having actual sex (I can't bottom every time if it's something you want, you said to her, and Abby agreed: she liked topping but she could bottom just fine).

So the thought of power dynamics doesn't come to Abby at all, until one day.

You are too good at reading Abby's mood - for some reason you can notice even the small shift in her. It's a superpower that creeps Abby out sometimes, how you can recognise her feelings and act accordingly. You don't make a scene out of it, you don't take care of her like she is a child who can't regulate her emotions, but you're there through it all. You're not scared of her anger or her tears, always calm, and for the first time in years Abby feels like she can rely on someone. Can trust someone fully.

And today Abby is on edge. She is tired, angry and frustrated - the plan for the next supply run isn't safe in her opinion. Abby likes her plans to be foolproof, "if you think they're smart enough think again and dumb it down" type of fool-proof. Everyone said Abby was being ridiculous about it, and maybe she was, but it doesn't make her feel any better.

And you obviously notice it. You watch her from the couch as Abby walks around packing, huffing every two seconds in anger.

"I saw that plan, Abby, it's good. Everything will be fine. Manageable if something goes wrong."

"Jamie is on the team, and this idiot will get us in trouble." Abby growls. "And then someone will have to clean up his mess and someone will get hurt and it will slow us down-"

"Okay. Okay, Abs, stop." You put your book away. "Come here, you need to relax." You pat your lap and Abby stares at you before laughing.

"What, you want me to sit in your lap?" Abby asks sceptically.

"Yeah." You pat your lap again. Abby is unsure and she feels ridiculous: she is not a lap dog, she is a fucking German shepherd.

"I'm too big to sit in your lap, baby."

"Do I look like I give a fuck?" You deadpan. "Big girls need to sit on their lover's lap too. Come here."

Abby blinks. She likes that she is big and tall - it makes her feel powerful, but it comes with a cost. She doesn't get to feel small. And you asking her to sit on your lap opens something so desperate in her she gets scared. Abby knows she won't feel small, but she wants to try anyway. Abby tentatively makes her way to you, still unsure how it will work, but you tug her lightly and she straddles you. Abby feels like she is a giant on top of you, and she doesn't really remember where to put her hands. She settles on your shoulders.

"This is awkward." Abby assesses, frowning.

"It's not. Sit, Abby, I can feel that you're hovering. I'm not going to break, I'm not made of dust." You push at her thighs so she can spread them and finally sit. You seem pretty happy with this, hugging her by her waist and pressing her closer to you. Abby is getting used to this, but it still seems ridiculous to her. She is used to tugging you to sit on her lap, not the other way around.

"Am I too heavy?"

"I like feeling your weight on me. Makes it feel real." You grin and stroke her back. "Really, relax. I can read to you if you want."

Abby doesn't really know what to do. She has no arguments against you, and your lap is very comfortable. As well as being this close to you, feeling your body, your breathing, your warmth.

"Yeah, okay. We can do that."

Abby does what you usually do when she reads: she puts her head on your shoulder and lets you snake your arms around her.

"Good." You comment and hold the book with one hand while you stroke Abby's back with the other one.

You are warm and your smell is comforting, so Abby puts her nose into the crook of your neck and breathes in.

"Yeah. Breathe. Deep big breaths." You say offhandedly as you look through the pages. It's weird. Abby feels safe and taken care of and it feels good, but it is too unfamiliar to be comfortable with it.

"Would it be too childish of me to say: I want? But I do want: theater, light, color, paintings, wine and wonder. Yet not all these can do more than try to lure the soul from its den where it sulks in busy heaps of filth and obstinate clods of bloody pulp. I must find a core of fruitful seeds in me. I must stop identifying with the seasons, because this English winter will be the death of me-" You've read out loud and Abby suddenly resonates with the first line. Would it be too childish of her to say: she wants your care?

"What is this?"

"Sylvia Plath's diaries."

"She sounds dramatic." Abby murmurs into your neck while you are caressing her back. Fuck it feels so good. She is so safe.

"Bitch is all over the place sometimes. But she is a poet."

You kiss Abby's head and she leans into your touch, surprising herself. She isn't usually… needy, but right now something is different. The sudden safety of your arms around her, your calm voice and familiar smell makes Abby feel dangerously vulnerable.

"You feel pretty relaxed." You notice as you now stroking her head, putting all annoying baby hairs behind her ear.

"Yeah. It's so weird though."

You chuckle.

"In what way?"

"Usually it's you who sits in my lap. But this is good. Just weird."

"I think the word you're looking for is unfamiliar."

"Are you a thesaurus?"

You laugh and kiss her forehead. Abby nuzzles her nose into your neck and your breath hitches.

You know Abby doesn't mean to get you horny with her breathing, but you are getting horny.

"Come here." You tell her and Abby lifts her head just enough for you to kiss her. She is warm and welcoming, doesn't rush anywhere and you are not rushing either, just enjoying the kiss. Abby relaxes into you and it surprises both of you - she isn't a person who gives up control easily. Hell, the whole thing started because Abby couldn't deal with people not doing everything like she told them to. But you feel how she puts more weight on you and you buck your hips into her.

"Okay yeah. Still weird, but good." Abby pants into your mouth. You dig your fingers into her ass and press her into your crotch. "Oh fuck."

"Wanna make you cum." You say, panting yourself as arousal takes the hold of you. "What do you think?"

Abby looks at you with a lifted brow.

"You think I'm going to say no?"

"Well." You kiss her jaw. "I don't plan on letting you do anything at all, so, maybe take a moment to think about it."

Abby stares at you as your words settle in. She will what, just lie there and do nothing? It sounds wrong, it sounds like she is going to be out of control, but also…

Also it sounds like the sweetest sin she could commit.

"If you're not sure, we can stop. Like, fully. Or at any point you want to." You stroke her cheeks with your thumbs as you watch Abby. You know she is apprehensive about this idea, but you want her to relax fully and forget about everything. And you know you can give it to her if she just says yes.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay. We can do that." Abby smiles bashfully and you kiss her, so fucking grateful for how brave she is.

It's one thing to stare death in her face and win, and the other thing to stare in your lover's face and decide to trust them completely. And any other day Abby would have chosen death, but with you the danger can't get safer than this.

So Abby lets herself relax into you again and just enjoy your touch.

"Thanks."

Abby chuckles, but it turns into a gasp as you move your lips down her neck while your hands are tugging on her shirt. Abby helps you take the shirt and the bra off, and you just caress her sides, looking over her.

Abby knows you like how she looks, but having your attention like this makes her nervous. Your eyes are so dark with hunger Abby wants to look away but she doesn't, as sudden greed for your love washes over her. You look at her like you want to devour her.

"Pretty." You sigh as you smile. "You're so pretty, Abs."

"I don't think pretty is the right word."

"Beautiful?"

Abby huffs but can't help her smile.

"Gorgeous?"

"Stop it." Abby says, playfully stern. "You're so sappy, god."

You grin and kiss her again, shutting her up - if you say she is pretty, she is, and whatever Abby thinks of herself is totally irrelevant. Your lips make a trail from her neck to her shoulder and you gently kiss her freckles, listening to Abby's breathing closely: it gets heavier as you move your kisses down, and these small sighs are the greatest encouragement you can get.

You slowly move one of your hands up and cup Abby's tit, kneading her doughy flesh as she gasps.

"Feels nice?"

"Yeah." Abby murmurs and runs her hand over your hair. It's still hard to let go so she tries to occupy herself in some way. She gently massages your neck and you kiss her just above her nipple. "Yeah, this is nice."

"Good. Let's take your pants off, I need them out of the way."

Your intonation makes Abby throb in her pants - it sounds so commanding and for once in her life she doesn't want to fight it, no, she wants to obey - it's easy with you. Safe.

Abby stands from your lap and you help her take her pants and underwear off, making a small pile on the floor. Abby reaches to tug your shirt off, but you gently push her hands away.

"Relax, baby. Don't worry about anything, okay?" You tug her back into your lap and sigh so happily when you touch her bare skin. "Your job right now is just to be pretty. Can you do that?"

Abby is conflicted: you don't sound patronising, but it should sound patronising, shouldn't it? She stops for a second to understand her reaction and you just watch her. You know Abby needs some time to process what is happening, so you continue caressing her back and her pretty ass that makes you drool while Abby figures out how she feels about your new behaviour.

"Well I can try." Abby shrugs and you smile.

"Thanks. I wanna call you princess, you know?" You kiss her neck and leave a hickey on her collarbone.

"Call me what?" Abby laughs in the middle of her gasp at how ridiculous it sounds, but it's not a bad laugh. It's just embarrassing. "I'm no princess, (y/n)."

"Would you actually mind if I called you that?" You kiss her breastbone and Abby watches you.

"Don't think so." Abby pants and looks at you impatiently as you finally move your lips to her tits.

"Princess." You murmur and look into her eyes while her cheeks become bright red. "My pretty princess." You suck on her nipple gently and Abby gasps, squeezing your shoulders. The pet name turns her on - a lot of things turn her on right now even though they're weird and embarrassing.

You play with her other nipple and Abby presses closer to you, so you let your restraints go and use all your strength to move her closer to the point where her back is arched. Abby sighs, surprised - obviously Abby knows you are strong (not as strong as her, but strong nonetheless), but she never actually experienced it. Maybe you can make her feel small. Maybe you can make her feel like no one else could before.

You slowly move your hands up Abby’s muscular thighs, caressing every line with your fingertips - Abby is too hot for her own good, and the hungry monster that lives inside you claws at your chest, desperate to have its way with Abby and make her forget her fucking name, but you’re patient. You would never push Abby into something she isn’t ready for, especially in sex, but you want to show her an alternative. Show that she can let herself forget her fucking name and it will be safe. Because god knows Abby needs it.

Abby watches your hands in anticipation and you smirk at her when you place your hands on conjunctions of her hips, caressing her hip bones with your thumbs. Abby is soft here, but her V-line makes her look sharp and hard, and it gets to your head.

“I fucking love how strong you are, you have no idea.”

“I think I have a pretty good idea.” Abby chuckles, but she is impatient, so she grabs your hand and moves it down to her pussy.

“Hey, don’t spoil the fun.” You scold her playfully and bring your hand back. “I’m not going to keep you waiting, princess. Relax.”

Abby feels how her face burns when you call her princess again, but it gets her wet, so impossibly wet there's probably a dark spot on your pants under her. Abby grinds her hips down, searching for some friction, and you push your hips up to let her have it. Abby shudders as her clit grinds down on your pelvis and her hands clutch your shoulders almost painfully as she tries to set a pace of her hips.

"This is so hot, Abs. Fuck." You tell her as you watch her get off just grinding on you. You grab her ass and help her grind harder and Abby whimpers quietly, and your brain barely holds back your filthy mouth. You want to tell Abby how good she is, how she is doing such a good job getting herself off, but you hold it back for now.

The friction is not enough and you know it, so you lock her in place with one arm around her waist, praying she'd listen to you, and snake your other hand between your bodies.

Abby is so fucking wet your eyes roll back into your scull from how hard it turns you on.

"You're so wet, princess." You murmur into her ear and Abby whimpers again. "You okay?"

Abby just nods and it clicks. Abby is getting overwhelmed, but she clings to you so you figure out it's a good overwhelmed.

"Do you like it when I call you princess?" You ask mostly to make sure, but it sounds so seductive to Abby, a little mean maybe but in a good way.

"It's embarrassing." Abby admits and squirms around when you cup her pussy. Finally.

"Do you want me to stop?" You ask gently and look in her eyes, serious. Abby looks back, but her eyes are glazed over, she is too horny to care about being embarrassed by this point.

"No. Don't stop." Abby grinds against your hand and you press her closer to make her stop.

"You wanna cum already?"

"You keep fucking teasing me." Abby says, annoyed.

"I'm taking my time." You kiss her cheek and part her folds carefully, circling her clit with two fingers and Abby buries her head into your neck, moaning. You stroke her back to soothe her, but your fingers only get faster, the pressure is featherlight and it drives Abby crazy because it will get her to cum way too fast, and you know it.

"Yeah, that's right, princess. Relax and enjoy, yeah?" You can't stop talking now, desperate to praise Abby and make her feel safe in your arms. "Does it feel good?"

"I- I can't fucking-" Abby moans between her words, clinging to you harder as your fingers get her closer to her release. "Icantfuckingthink" Abby says in one breath and you barely make sense of it.

"Oh princess, don't. Don't think, okay? Be good for me." You pay closer attention to her reaction, not sure if Abby would like it, but she is too out of it now. She whines - fucking hell Abby whines - and presses closer to you.

"Yeah, I'll take care of you, I'll make you feel good." You promise her and slide your fingers down, gently pressing at her hole. Abby arches into your fingers, trying to get them inside, and your heart melts. "You're so cute, fuck. You want my fingers?"

Abby growls at you, refusing to talk, and you chuckle.

"Just nod for me, okay? Or shake your head."

Abby takes a second to process your words and then she nods.

"Good girl."

That makes Abby open her eyes in shock and her walls clench around nothing to push her slick into your hand, and you can tell she liked it.

"Can I call you that, princess?" You slowly push your fingers inside and just move them to feel how soft and hot Abby is. She suddenly grinds down on your hand and you kiss her shoulder. "Nod or shake." You remind her.

Abby nods, her embarrassment totally forgotten by this point: she feels small, safe and taken care of, and the way you talk to her only makes it better. Your stupid spidey senses let you know when to check in with her and Abby never knew it could be this way - that giving consent can turn her on so much because you ask for it like you're dirty talking to her.

And you are so close and you hold her so tightly Abby feels grounded even though she is so overwhelmed she can't think anymore. She just feels, her world only exists in the tactile plane now, and your voice carries her away.

"Yeah, don't think, princess, I want your head empty and your pretty cunt stuffed with my fingers." You murmur into Abby's ear and she buries her face in your neck deeper as you curl your fingers inside her. Abby moans quietly and you feel how you lose any self-control you had before.

You pick up the pace, catching the balance between overwhelmingly fast and not fast enough just so you won't disturb Abby's delicate headspace, and you just listen to her. Abby is not loud, never been, but that what makes it so magical - every sigh turns into a quiet whimper the longer you fuck her, and then you feel it, how Abby clenches around your fingers, her orgasm coming closer.

"You're close, princess, I can fucking feel it. Do you feel it? Does it feel nice when you're so tight around me?"

"Yeah." Abby says in a hoarse low voice and your teeth fucking ache because you want to sink them into her so much.

"Fuck Abby." You kiss her temple and suddenly you're fucking her so hard Abby gets tense in your arms, overwhelmed. "You have no idea what you do to me."

But Abby is not listening to you because you turn your hand just enough so you could thumb her clit and-

"Fuck!" Abby shrieks and closes her thighs on you as she cums. You stop moving your fingers inside her to enjoy how she pulsates around them, but you continue thumbing her clit."Fuck-fuck, stop-" Abby asks when it becomes too much and you obey her.

Abby is panting hard and you just kiss her neck and shoulders, waiting for her to calm down, but you can't help yourself so you start slowly moving your fingers in and out.

"You feel amazing around my fingers, princess."

"Fuck, don't stop, please, don't fucking stop-" Abby whispers and hugs you around your neck. You’re more than happy to oblige, and you can’t help your mean smile as you move your fingers slowly but thoroughly, getting a feel of every centimetre of Abby’s walls.

It doesn’t take more than a few minutes for Abby to whimper and shudder in your arms again, drenching your hand up to your wrist, and you gently kiss her to help her calm down. Abby is limp on your lap, her head comfortably tucked in your neck as she pants. Abby feels exhausted but ridiculously happy, giddy even - you opened something in her, something that freed her vulnerability fully. God, Abby always knew she could trust you, let you watch her back, but the thought she could be so vulnerable and small with you never crossed her mind.

“Do you want to nap, baby?” You murmur in her hair and Abby hums in agreement. “Okay, let me put your shirt back on, yeah?”

Abby reluctantly lets you put the shirt on her and wrap a blanket around both of you as you adjust your position so you’d be lying down while Abby would be on top of you, so it would be comfortable for her to rest. You open your book again while Abby’s breathing evens out.

“I am watching a pale blue sky be torn across by wind fresh from the russian steppes. Why is it that I find it so difficult to accept the present moment, whole as an apple, without cutting and hacking at it to find a purpose, or setting it up on a shelf with other apples to measure its worth or trying to pickle it in brine to preserve it, and crying to find it turns all brown and is no longer simply the lovely apple I was given in the morning?”

The present moment, whole as an apple - Abby doesn’t have to worry about not accepting it, lulled by your voice and your warmth and your smell - after all, the present is all she has.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #sub!abby

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hana-no-seiiki · 2 months

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cat villain reader my beloved. I'm so obsessed with it already. Please tell us more.

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA THEY ASKED FOR IT SO YOU CANT BLAME ME NOW F-

@sophiethewitch1 hi here’s your daily schizophrenic voice giving you even more mental illness

another short one cause im still lazy asf

I feel like a broken record just playing different flavors of the same oc/reader on my blog with the batfam i swear

tim is the only batfam member who figured out your identity prior to your own snooping

mostly because bruce’s identity was already aired out to your by selina and damian being his blood born son + appearing out of nowhere was a given.

as such it provided a lot of interesting scenarios

such as that one week where you were extremely active in your heists. like more so than the usual which was already a lot.

of course, you always tried to keep a sense of mystery as your cat villain self so asking you as robin wouldn’t have worked

so tim decided to approach you in class ( you were his senior or maybe even a young, fresh out of uni prof) and ask you why you seemed so…different or frantic lately

“oh. am i?” tim narrowed his eyes. it was so you to answer with another question, even as a civilian.

“sorry, i’m just really excited about this new limited edition robin figure of the new guy in the suit and—“

you proceeded to go on a ramble about your headcannons of the dude, saying how different and/or similar he was to robins of the past and ofc how much you admired him

this leads to his eventual downward spiral into depravation and horny

oh and unrelated to the boys, my headcannons for reader’s powers are as follows (mostly inspired from cat related cartoon characters)

invisibility/teleportation (from kitty chesire)

and cataclysm (from chat noir)

okay back to the boys

you and jason definitely had the biggest enemies to lovers arc out of everyone

like next to dick and damian, jason and you definitely hated each other’s guts

at that time you were dating dick and wanted him to stay as robin. pretty much in denial and anger, which led to you lashing out on jason.

at that time you still had hope for batman’s parenting skills and wanted jason to not take the opportunity he was given for granted

eventually you two found a lot in common and after a lot of deliberating and losing your mind with thoughts of “what ifs” and “but what about”s you broke it off with dick to pursue him

only to find out that jason was killed

people that knew you say you moved on pretty quickly. as if he was no more than a passing thought in your pretty little head.

but people like selina knew that out of everyone on this planet, the incident broke you the most

turning you into this near-empty husk, an imitation of what you were like

only filled with fear and anxiety

you would hurt people more, be more reckless

and boy do these men like playing savior to the fallen like you.

EXTRA:

i absolutely believe that as soon as you found out red hood was jason you two boned. like literally on whatever street/alleyway/battle you guys were in

emotions were high

and you two definitely cried the whole time im not sorry-

also you two always quote pride and prejudice lines at eachother

went from rabid dog that bit you several times to your goodest boy fr fr

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signedkoko · 3 months

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SPOILERS?? MAYBE

Wife!reader waiting for Alastor in his Radio tower after the final big battle, knowing he'd go there and waiting for him there, Scolding him and angry at him, Talking about how worried they were and how they saw everything. But then it turns fluffy at the end :3

Alastor X Reader [Romantic]

In which you lost track of him during the battle, so you wait in his tower hoping he made it. Reader is female.

The battle had been planned over the series of a day, everyone practicing and learning how to defend themselves

Being an overlord and promised watcher over the hotel, Alastor was of course given a tall order; he was to take care of Adam

While he acted as if it were nothing and swept it by as if it'd be another easy task, you weren't so confident in his abilities against such a powerful angel

Not that you didn't trust him, just that it's scary to think he'd be doing it all alone

Though you offered support, he outright refused it

" Can't have you in the way! You are just so distracting! "

Yeah right

As much as you wanted to protest, you knew he wouldn't budge on it

But as Adam parted the battle and Alastor was nowhere to be seen, you assumed the worst along with everyone else

He'd been killed so easily? Certainly not, would he really give up his life like that? Your anger boiled up in you as you fought, and it carried you past your limit until everything was rubble

While you had the chance, you quickly whisked away to his tower, which now lay broken in the soil, though still partially intact

You had to kick the door a few times before it finally broke open, having been blocked by some debris

You hoped to all gods that you'd see him in there, but it was as silent and empty as you dreaded

You figure Husk would have said something if he felt his chains come loose, though, so you crawled up into the chair which he normally sat to broadcast and waited

And waited

Until finally, your looped prayer was answered when he came limping through the hatch

You could tell he was panicking or overwhelmed; you weren't entirely sure what, but you scrambled towards him

" Alastor! You're okay- "

" Get away from me. "

You stopped in your tracks, staring at him with bewilderment

He'd never sounded like that, especially not towards you, it frustrated you beyond belief that he refused you at a time like this

" No, no! I thought you died out there! All because you thought you could handle things on your own when you clearly cannot! "

Hot tears welled in the corner of your eyes, the silence only intruded by creaking, and the sound of your hissing breaths

It took him a moment, but the overlord straightened himself out, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he soaked in your reply

It wasn't fair of him to say that to you, and you were right, but something in him felt so shaky; his smile felt more forced than ever; he felt as if his wings had been clipped

" Dearest, you know me better than anyone, but unfortunately, there are things I cannot tell you—even if I want to. "

You knew he was bound by someone and chained, and as he spoke with such a lost desperation, you couldn't help but cry harder as the guilt consumed you

" I'm just glad you're alive. "

While you stood with what felt like an infinite space between you, the crackle in the air started to come back to him, which followed with his arms reaching out to you

You found yourself burying yourself in them, clinging to his shirt until your knuckles strained, and you cried

With no one else around to witness it, he wrapped his arms around you, ensuring you were secure

He'd do whatever it took to find a way out, so he could promise you an eternity by his side

Author's Note - Finally got to your req 🖤 Its so lovely to see you in my inbox, Lilith!! Thank you for requesting 🥂

#koko writez #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #reader insert #x reader #alastor #alastor x reader

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samodivaa · 8 months

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Words don’t trigger him, emotions do

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Anger, resentment and especially, jealousy—those emotions were all he knew while you both spent decades at Hydra.

Warnings- angst, jealously, mental struggles, smut, possessive sex, love bites

Words- 3400

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And his love has its own dark morality when rivalry enters in, when another man dares to flirt with you and Bucky shall show well what he shows best.

“Hello, snowflake" he says "Hope I'm...interrupting”

There is an intonation so bitter and so imperative that the man who you are talking with shallows hard. The words which are set in the air—in themselves they are simple and sweet. But his jealousy, protectiveness are a living thing. Shifting, changing, growing.

"Do you know the man?" he asks politely, blue eyes burning with violence.

There is a natural comorbidity between possessiveness and jealousy, between the desire to fuck and the desire to kill.

„Yeah, I do,“ you reply and Bucky feels alone in the moment your eyes break contact—and in a fever, among the walls of the bar, he looks around too, a thickening twilight peeps out in his mind.

"Who is he?" he asks in a pleasant but cold voice, now clearly less friendly than before.

„It doesn’t matter“ you smile softly, that sentence is a uttered curse to Bucky’s ears. Immediately, his guard is up.

Bucky is silent for a moment, suffocated by the situation, ringing in his ears, and the heart—it will bust.

The simplicity of your answer spreads as frost, closing off the light of his eyes. His mind starts racing once again, a nameless emotion has nested in Bucky – who is that guy?

Bucky sits on your left side before he leans on the counter next to you, with his metal hand and puts his right one on his tight, closer to his gun strapped there.

You know him, you know that behavior— this yearning to protect, tearing at his insides like hunger and thirst. It is not love. Love is warm and soft, like a bed of leaves. But this is dark, like the shade under a poisonous shrub, and it is hungry. So hungry.

You know its' name—Winter.

You're stuck with him. Not for a few decades, not for centuries. You're tied to him forever. That's why you are good at putting out his flame before it grows—the frame he still carries from the past.

Jealousy isn't a pleasant quality, apart from its inconvenience there's even something touching about it—his starless nights eyes—his face, as if it has been a dial cut in impassive stone, the dwindling of life.

You are equipped to handle what he has, both past and present—package deal of both. In other words, you have been assigned a load you can handle.

“Bucky-”

“Let's go home, it’s getting late” he interrupts, in a soft, vicious voice.

“Give me ten minutes”

He feels like a thread has come between you when he hears your answer, tugging, tugging at his heart—so hard, it hurts him.

You glare at each other. He closes his eyes, because there is a petulant woundedness with which he stares back at you.

Neither of you say a word until Bucky moves, leaning back against the counter, and folding his arms over his chest. It takes all his concentration, to keep from ripping out this man’s throat. But Bucky shoves the familiar fury down, to the place where he stifles Winter's power.

“Okay”

He says as he looks over to the man, and wants him to say something mean so he would have an excuse to shoot him. Bucky is something dark and beautiful, in conflict with what he shows to the world and what he truly feels inside, it is hard to control it.

A worry deep in you stir, but you ignore it for now, pushing it down as best you can with the distraction of music and whiskey.

You fully turn to the man and all Bucky wants is your full attention. He wants your gaze to stay fixed on him, only him. He wants to stare into those beautiful eyes for as long as he lives.

Every avalanche begins with the movement of a single snowflake, and you are this Snowflake tonight.

When the ten minute mark hits you hear a quiet screeching sound—he has carved a small heart on the counter with his index metal finger—you can’t believe how jealousy has him gagging, his blue eyes are clouded before he lowers his gaze to the floor.

Snow is super soft, bottomless and amazingly light, yet supportive—until you take a wrong turn and feel every crystal reacting within your soul, suffocating you. Bucky has lost himself in the emotional storm: it takes so little this time, to put fuel in his cynical heart.

“Bucky…” you whisper and your eyes meet, his actual humanity can’t seem to triumph over the rage and jealousy this time, something you hardly imagine in your wildest dreams.

And this is the secret you both share—the kind you don't dare to let out—Words don't trigger him, but emotions do. You can’t leave them unnoticed, unattended and unsolved.

“Let's head home”

Your language has been lost for so long at Hydra. But not the gestures. It is almost comforting, this mutual acceptance of understanding each other without the need for words.

He maintains his silence, but he slowly gets up—he doesn’t look back, he knows you are following him closely. Of course you do, but you think about what has just happened

While you were looking into his eyes, there were fragments of his inner struggle that were deeply repressed—he always tries to repress the past. It’s hard to distinguish if they were buried inside because dealing with them was such dirty work, or if he was ashamed to voice them.

The truth is that he would rather dig his own heart out, with a knife, than admit it. A while ago he let you know that it's hard to control certain emotions—but he didn’t want to throw his intimacy in front of you, especially when he cares.

But nothing stays secret forever

You are trying to heal too, but, finally, there are things which he is afraid to divulge even to himself—he needs you, he needs your reassurance, he feels like someone will snatch you from his hands, damn his split personalities and untrustworthy habits from the past, but he can’t help it, it scares him.

You are both unearthed by deception, torture, brainwashing, whose essence was shrouded by Hydra—your own father naming the Winter Soldier program after his own daughter, you, stringing you with Bucky together—the yearning theme of your life.

After you escaped Hydra, you went your separate ways until he came back to you, searching for someone who understands him.

That was a year ago.

The more he thinks about it, the more he wants you, the more my desire rises and swells—

“Bucky” He shakes his head in exasperation, not stopping as he climbs the stairs to your shared apartment, aiming for the door, but he can’t stay with you, not when he is not fully himself “Bucky, stop, talk to me”

You have known him for so long, you can see the pride through his words, the truth through his silence, and the anger through his smile.

Always.

“Soldat“ he turns to you, perusing your body as he comes to stand in front of you, his abysses as deep as those of love, finally meet yours.

That realization takes about a nanosecond to register in Bucky’s brain before the real important information comes to the forefront—you’ve noticed.

He lowers his head toward you, so you could feel his breath warm against your skin, your mouths only inches apart

“Why did you call me that?”

He has no answer nor idea, just a never-ending list of questions, he is searching for a loophole that increasingly feels like a noose—he denies it, he tries to—you are not entitled to exposing him like that.

How hollow is it for him to have no secrets left—Bucky's love gives, and Soldat's lust takes.

His gaze, improper, is the most sensual thing he can have done at this moment, and it jolts your heart into a strange rhythm as you speak

“Tell me, how can I help?” You put your hands on his chest, your eyes still locked and an unwelcome sensation pierces you.

“You already know” he says thoughtfully as his cool gaze devours you “snezinka” (snowflake) and his lusty grin when he says that, it's sinful—and pleasurable.

“There is nothing to worry about. Do whatever you want to make yourself feel better” All you want to do is make him feel better, to drown his worries in your embrace.

Both shame and worry drown themselves in the dark eyes that stare back at him.

You.

Only you.

Bucky dreads this power you have over him.

Everything you say is exceedingly obvious, and undoubtedly true, but he feels that something more obscure, more frightening lurks in the back of your mind.

You don’t halt the hands he lays on your waist when he pushes you, backing you into the door.

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1968–1969, Zhao Jianmin Spy Case

„That is going to be mass murder, send them together.“

This mission is a long, never-ending massacre, it never ends.

He is lost in your eyes, it’s eating him alive.

Corpses fill the floor, the sight of gore is peaceful in your corrupted existence. He becomes obsessed in this moment of solitude with you, he has the need to touch you and you respond with a kiss, blood all over your face.

Your wretched fate is shared, your need for touch also.

Winter’s lust betrays him as he pushes you against the wall, feasting on your lips and neck, his hands running up and down your back.

“Relax, Winter” you giggle as you gently press your fingers into his shoulders, forcing him to break the kiss as he looms over you- waiting with a predatory grin.

„I need you, Samodiva“ he slurs, eyebrows furrowed as he glances up at you. His trembling fingers touch the strings in vain, wanting to find the right notes from the fading memory, Soldat wants his soul to vibrate again; with lust, with love.

He knows you feel his arousal, your closeness causing him to grow hard, inhaling sharply, enjoying the sensations you are eliciting in him.

“I need you, too” you finally answer without faltering.

This is all Soldat needs to hear - his tongue flicking lightly over your neck once again, tracing the skin slowly, eliciting a moan from your lips, bodies acting on instinct.

A soft squeak escapes your puffy lips, the tension building up in your body too fast, too soon. Winter puts his hands around your waist, your pants already unbuckled, surrendered to him.

He wastes no time, there's no time left… his hands suddenly drop to his own pants, popping the button open and then pulling down the zipper.

The feeling of your insides drains all of his self power to not come on the first trust, he moves at an excruciating slowly pace, fucking you into the bloodstained walls, there is a glimpse of human nature when you fill the room with moans.

„I am yours,“ he whispers, his words sending a series of chills through her.

This is about him, not you, this is what he needs.

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“1968, do you remember?“ he groans as he brushes his mouth against your cheek. The plea in his tone floods your veins with a whole different form of power “Just say no, snezinka-”

“This is exactly what I want“ you counter. As you arch your back, pressing the tips of your breasts against his chest, closing your eyes at the whisper of a kiss, at the hunger that ravages inside you.

He leans down more, his mouth only inches from yours. “Fuck,” the barely leashes growl of his voice rumbles up through his chest, and every nerve ending in your body flares to life.

Bucky loves seeing you pinned to the door—his control balancing precariously on the point of a knife. He tightens his hands holding you even closer, until your chest is pressed against his own, you can feel his hard cock pressing between your bodies.

All he needs is one push.

And you are about to shamelessly shove.

“Come on, I can take it” you tilt your head up to his and draw his bottom lip between yours, sucking before gently nipping him with your teeth.

“Yeah, yeah, okay” He speaks against your throat and finishes one languorous stroke up the column of your neck.

It breaches something within him, and he gives in.

Finally, mouths collides, and the kiss is hot and hard—it invades his body, abolishing any constraints and bringing to life the desire for you. It grounds him firmly in the moment and drags his body in it, too—Bucky wants to be the only thing touching you, the only thing that touches you ever again. He is kissing the shell of your ear, nipping at it gently and then soothing the nips with soft kisses.

Rage. Lust. Jealousy. Past. Preset. Every day is a reminder of how nothing stays the same, every day an exercise in variability, resilience, understating and trust.

You love the seasons, but, you must admit—at the risk of offending the others—Winter is your very favorite one. What a beautiful madness, to explore the darkness in his old self and find joy in the unearthing of such a wicked past.

He craves you, he kisses you again.

When your mouth touches his, it is like a blade glancing off metal—the darkness inside him briefly lights up with violence and rage before the emptiness comes flooding in like a black lake—you see it in his eyes.

“Let’s get inside '' he hears your whisper and he reaches up to stroke your cheek with the backs of his fingers. He might be lust-intoxicated, but he always cares.

Tonight, you have successfully deflected his attention from the gloomy thoughts and the contemplation of his past—his lust rushes, but his love makes him wait.

His love lasted for decades—will last for a lifetime.

Awash with trepidation, you two manage to get into the apartment, but the moment you lock the door—your back is against the wall again.

All those desires Bucky has felt in passing have culminated, growing deeper, hungrier, darker—he can do whatever he wants with you.

That through alone causes trouble below his belt.

He pulls his shirt over his head, the sight of his sculpted muscles, crisscrossed with countless scars. They have the strange power to remind you both that the past is real.

Bucky’s hands languidly roam the curves and valleys of your body as his kisses became sensual, slow and deep. There is such a luster in his eyes that you have to look away, but when you look back at him, his gaze hasn’t moved, still focused on your face.

Then he shifts his mouth to your neck for a hard love-bite that makes you cry out— the need to possess you, to claim you, he never did that before.

But even though you feel his erection stir as you press your hips against his, he doesn't attempt to resume the lovemaking in full, he catches you around your slender waist again and brings you close to whisper teasingly in your ear

“Ты - моя, слышишь?”

You begin to feel a familiar wetness form between your legs.

“Bucky,” you call out, impatient with desire.

But that exact position triggers so much delight, of the heated memory—he has all the time in the world, not as the last time.

He kisses you like he has forgotten how your mouth tastes—with a curious childish delight, kisses like wants to take you dancing.

As you pull apart, you remove your own shirt and his teeth scraping down the skin of your neck, his hands sliding around back to remove your bra, tossing it aside.

His right hand makes its way up, passing over a mark left by a bullet—your cheeks heat, and your breath hitches, but you can’t look away, you follow his hand with your eyes.

“I was not there when you got shot” he says as his fingertip skims the top of your breasts “When was that?” he uses the vibranium arm to lift one of the long locks of your hair to his lips and inhales the scent.

“It doesn’t matter”

And maybe you are right, but it stands as a reminder yet again of how you too escaped death's touch before. It was almost...normal for you back then.

Bucky takes a breast into his mouth to suck at it vigorously as you shiver in his grasp, the metal hand sides down to your waist to keep you against the wall.

You let out a small moan as you feel his hardness tighten and press even more insistently against you.

You worm your hands between your bodies, opening his jeans, freeing his length from the confines of his boxer-briefs, then reaching in to caress it and he burying his face in your neck to stifle his groan.

Bucky shudders when when you take him in your hand, stroking him painfully slowly. He allows it for several moments before hiking up the skirt of your dress to quickly tear your damp underwear.

He rubs a hand down your leg, fingers curling behind your knee and pulls it to his hip.

You instinctively jump, he catches you, abandoning his attempts of fingering you in favor of grabbing your hips, and you moan as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He loves you.

He loves you because nature wills it as it did for decades.

Because you are already long united by the past.

The bare flesh on every part of you always belonged to him, the scent emitting from your skin is his—he loves you, but he doesn't dare tell you that.

You have become Bucky’s favorite hiding place over the past year, the place he put every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, you keep him safe.

You have possessed him—and you never knew it.

He has been dependent on exactly how close he can have you next to him, how long he can get to stay at your apartment—making various excuses every time until you suggested to him to move in with you two months ago.

“Bucky,”

you tighten your legs around his waist, urging him to continue, running your hands over his shoulders.

Your voice pulls him out of what was ravaging in his mind, all those thoughts, but then he kisses as he roughly inserted his cock with no warning, you let out a surprised gasp as his forehead falls to your shoulder, bracing his hands on your hips and pressing you against the wall more firmly when he bottoms out, moaning shamelessly at the feeling of your body against him.

You are made for him, made for fucking.

“I love biting you, I need it” his voice is brittle, not saying anything else.

You stare like he is something you can’t comprehend, something unexpected – willingly admitting.

Your fingers thread gently through his hair and you can’t help, but hang your jaw in bewilderment at the sight before—he is falling apart from the need to claim you, to reach the white-hot ecstasy.

You have never seen him like that.

He bites his way along your jaw to the base of your throat. His mouth is hard and punishing, lathering your skin with marks—ferocity burns in his gaze promising something primal—thrusting into you wildly, trying to elongate your pleasure for as long as possible, but suddenly he is choking on moans as waves of climatic bliss are sent throughout his body.

This is about him, not you, this is what he needs.

This night you learn about his jealousy, it has you starving to learn more about this side of him. A new hunger that you know you will satisfy only with time.

His steel blue eyes hide a nearly irresistible urge to claim you—it’s hard for Bucky to control it when the incurable desolation of Winter exaggerates in displaying old emotions.

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griffin-girl-r · 5 months

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You're not mine (Part 2)

Created: 10.10.2023

Finished: 15.11.2023

Edited: 15.11.2023

Age: 15

Word count: 2,793

Warnings: Abandonment, Pain

Request: Yes (Wattpad user)

Pairing: WinterWidow

Soldat = Soldier

Part 1 , Part 3

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"Very good, soldier." A voice interrupted the brief silence that had fallen over the room "You have finally completed your training and you're now ready for a very special mission."

The man stepped forward, allowing himself to get a better view of the subject in front of him in the dimness of the room.

You lift your head, every breath coming out in labored breaths, as you took in the sight of the agent in front of you.

Today's training session has been more intense than any other one, demanding you to overuse your powers.

"And what that might be?" You breathed out, straightening your back

The agent smirked "Oh, I can guarantee that you'll love this mission." He sang

"Then I am ready for any mission the organization has for me." You replied, intrigued by all the mystery of this upcoming mission

"That's what we love to hear." The man declared "Then it's time for you to know the target of your mission."

The agent lifted his hand and held a file up, extending it for you to grab.

"You have all the details here." He declared

You curiously opened the file and peeked at the first page inside of it.

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat unexpectedly but you tried to maintain your composure as the reality of your actions and the identity of your supposed target settled in.

"I can't." You mumbled, your voice betraying your inner turmoil, as you quickly passed the file back to your boss "This wasn't the deal."

The agent chuckled.

"This was very much the deal, young soldier." He coldly replied "As I can remember, this was the plan you asked our help for."

A shiver ran down your spine and the rhythm of your heartbeat quickened its pace.

"No." You hesitantly shook your head "I said I needed help to take my revenge on her." You explained "Not on all of them. Not on him."

"But why stop there?" The agent raised his eyebrow "Why would you want to take your revenge on just one person when you can take it on all of them?"

"Even if it was true, the others are still my family." You reasoned

"Your family?!" The agent shouted, immediately silencing you "Must I remind you that this so-called family of yours abandoned you, that they threw you away as if you were mere trash?"

"It doesn't matter, Sir." You held your ground "I am not going to kill the Avengers."

You blinked.

The agent grabbed you by your vest with such force that, for a second, you weren't able to process what was happening.

"Listen here, Y/N." The agent mockingly whispered your name "This is HYDRA, not that joke of an agency called S.H.I.E.L.D. you grew up in. Your mission is to kill all of the Avengers, starting with those traitors who are now called Natasha Romanoff and Bucky Barnes. Am I clear?"

"Sir..." You tried to conceal the fear you were feeling, failing miserably "Sir, this went too far. I'm sorry but I can't." You shook your head

A shout was heard and your body collided with the cold floor as the HYDRA agent pushed you with all his force.

"Y/N Yelena Romanova." The agent shouted "You have been ours long before Natalia Romanova decided to play pretend that she can be something she was never meant to be." He hissed "A mother."

You kept your mouth shut, too afraid of saying something that might anger the agent more as he continued speaking.

"She stole you from us, gave you another name, just for you to return on your own will to us and ask us for help to get your revenge on her." He reminded you "We took you in, trained you, gave you powers, all just so you could make her pay and now you dare to reject the opportunity to kill them?!"

"Sir, I just..." You tried to defend yourself

"Shut up!" He ordered "I am going to give you three hours to think about your answer just to show you that we can have some understanding towards our subjects and when I'll summon you back to me, I hope I won't regret giving you a chance."

You nodded "Yes, Sir!"

"Now disappear." He pointed with his head towards the door

You stood up from the ground and dusted your clothes before making your way to your assigned room.

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Your heart pounded in your chest as you sniffled your fear away.

This was what you wanted after all.

This was what you needed.

You needed revenge and this was the only way you could achieve your goal.

Machines hummed and buzzed around you but you tried to not mind their noise as you were keeping your calm demeanor as a façade to protect yourself.

"Alright, subject." A man dressed in a white coat looked at you "Are you ready for this?"

You nodded, determination shining in your tired eyes "As ready as I can be. If this will help me prove to my mother that I can be useful too, then hurry up and do it."

"She's ready." Another man's voice was heard from somewhere inside the room but you couldn't tell exactly who spoke as the restrainents that kept you glued to the cold metallic table stoped you from looking

The man with the white coat pressed a few buttons and in a fraction of a second, pain flooded through your body as waves of electricity swirled around you, sending shocks flooding through your body.

Time seemed to stay still as you screamed out in agony out of pure reflex, your body spasming with each shockwave you received.

In that moment, buried memories resurfaced inside your mind.

You remembered the happier times and a pang of sadness weighed heavy on your heart.

But just as the good memories came to the front of your mind, so did the bad ones, reminding you of the true reason why you came to HYDRA for help.

The Avengers hate HYDRA and HYDRA hates the Avengers.

You hoped that by joining and serving the rival organization, you could make Natasha realize how wrong she was for treating you like she did.

You hoped to make them feel betrayed and rejected.

Just as you felt.

Darkness enveloped you, and your weakened body stopped spasming, but one thing remained clear as daylight to you.

You will take your revenge on your family for their betrayal by serving their greatest enemy, HYDRA.

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You stared at the cement ceiling of your cell.

Your thirst for revenge was just as present as it was four months ago when you joined HYDRA.

The agent was right.

You wanted to kill the Avengers and make them pay for all of your suffering.

But still, one thing made you hesitate.

You sighed.

A memory of a smiling Tanya came to your mind and you remembered that she was as innocent as you were in this whole ordeal.

She deserved to grow up surrounded by the love of her parents as she has never done anything else other than loving you like her older sister who you actually were.

Then you thought of Bucky and the last memory you shared with him.

That fateful night, he had bought you a journal, hoping that it would help you manage your feelings better if you wrote them on the paper.

Comparing him to Natasha now, you realize that he was more of a parent to you than Natasha ever was.

How are you supposed to kill him?

Your door burst open and a security agent, who is in charge of maintaining order, walked inside your room.

"The boss calls you to him." He announced in a bored voice

You nodded "Tell him I am coming."

You stepped in the silence of the private office, allowing your senses to highen, as your eyes darted aimlessly around the room.

"I have been waiting for you." The voice of the man who had been in charge of your training was heard "Welcome!"

"I would thank you, Sir." You put your hands behind your back "But here doesn't exist such thing as being welcomed anywhere."

The man laughed.

"I see you learned the lesson." He smiled pleased "I hope you bring good news to me."

You kept quiet for a few moments, searching for a way to put your decision into words in such a way that HYDRA wouldn't decapitate you in a matter of seconds.

"So?" The man asked again, impatient

"Sir..." You began, taking your time to form every word that came out of your mouth "I am forever grateful for the chance you offered me and the resources you put at my disposal to achieve my ambitions."

The man slightly smiled, knowing that he had won.

"The Avengers have done me so many wrongdoings that I lost count of them." You continued "And after the time I have been granted to carefully choose the course I want for the next events to take, I came with the answer."

The man in front of you leaned backward in his chair, his body visibly relaxed as he waited for your final decision.

"I will..." You took a deep breath, steeling yourself "Not kill the Avengers, Sir. I am sorry, but I can't. They're my family no matter what."

The HYDRA agent shot up from his chair as his eyes went wide with shock.

"What did you say?!" He shouted, completely taken by surprise by your decision

"I said that I will not kill the Avengers." You repeated "I meant it when I said that everything has gone too far, Sir. Yes, I did want to take revenge on them, specifically my mother, but killing them was never my intention. All I wanted was to make them feel betrayed and hurt by becoming a HYDRA agent. Nothing more, nothing less."

"You foolish, lab rat!" The man sneered and pointed his finger at you "We created you! If you're here today it is all thanks to us! Our scientists were the ones who were in charge of creating you out of almost nothing! Now you dare defy us? You have the audacity to bite the hand that fed you?"

You looked around the room, trying to avoid the man's furious gaze.

"Please understand, Sir." You tried to reason "My heart and conscience don't let me murder the persons that saved me from hell and I realized that I made a mistake to return to the hell from where I've been rescued all these years ago."

The man calmly hummed "Hmm, so that's what you call it? A mistake?"

You braced yourself for what could happen next as you watched the man wave his hand at the shadows behind his back.

"I would call it a blessing." He said "You returned where you belong. To your true family and if your feelings stop you from taking action against your kidnappers, then we will help you gather the courage you need."

You shook your head, understanding what the agent's words meant.

"No..." You breathed out fearfully

But it was already too late.

Tanya sat on the carpet placed in the middle of the living room, playing with her toys, as she tried to distract herself from all the yelling that was happening in her surroundings.

"I am tired of your ignorance!" Bucky shouted at his wife, after he came back from another failed search mission where he tried to find you

"I haven't done anything wrong!" Natasha yelled back, her brain blocked in a phase of denial

"You did!" Bucky shouted "You did! You drove our child away! How could you do something like this, Natasha?!"

Natasha froze in place as her shoulders fell down.

She couldn't believe what she just heard Bucky say.

She refused to believe it.

"Natasha?" The woman asked hurt "Since when I am 'Natasha' for you?"

"Ever since Y/N went missing because of your recklessness and pride." Bucky shouted "My Natalia would have never done that to her own child. So, therefore, you are not my Natalia. You are not that girl I dreamed of having a family with."

"James, please." Natasha whispered, tears forming in her eyes "I am still the same Natalia you met so long ago."

Natasha reached to grab Bucky's hand but he pulled it away.

"Don't touch me." He said in a raised tone

Natasha sighed disappointed and nodded, pulling her hands back.

"You're mad." Natasha said "I get it."

"Mad is far from how I feel right now, Natasha." Bucky lowered his tone "I feel desperate because I am unable to find the child that has been entrusted in my protection and who knows where she is right now and what happened to her. She's just a child. You are the only one who failed to see this."

"James, just give me the chance to explain myself." Natasha pleaded "I beg you."

Bucky shook his head.

"I don't know what you have done to my Natalia but you are not the girl that made me remember how it feels to be human again." The man took a few steps backward before rushing out of the room, leaving his wife behind

Natasha fell on the couch, letting out a deep sigh, as she placed her head in her hands.

Tanya, that have been silently observing the argument between her parents, stood up, her toys forgotten on the soft carpet as she walked towards her mother.

"Mama?" Tanya cautiously called her mother

"What is it, baby?" Natasha sniffed, raising her head to look at her daughter

"Why hasn't Y/N come back yet?" Tanya innocently asked, still struggling to grasp the complexity of the situation "Is she still mad at us?"

Natasha thought about how to explain to a 5-year-old what was happening.

"I think she still is, Tatiana." Natasha lifted Tanya and sat her on her lap

"And Papa is sad because he couldn't find my sister, isn't he?" The little girl questioned sadly

Natasha guiltly nodded "Yes, sweetheart. That's why Mama and Papa are fighting."

Little Tanya looked down at her lap, her tiny eyebrows furrowing, as her mind tried to put her feelings into words.

Natasha gave Tanya time to speak at her own pace, not rushing her.

After a few minutes, Tanya looked up again at Natasha with eyes filled with tears.

"But Mama..." Tanya's high-pitched voice trembled "Why did you make Y/N go away? She is my sister. You never get mad at me cause I am your baby but Y/N is your baby too and you made her feel very sad. You always made her cry and I miss playing with her. She's the best big sister in the whole world."

A stray tear fell down Natasha's left cheek.

"Can you bring Y/N back home, Mama?" Tanya sniffed "Can you not get mad at her always? If Tanya is Mama's baby, then Y/N is Mama's baby too."

"I'm not sure, baby girl." Natasha let out a shaky breath, realizing her mistake "Mama messed up big time when she scolded Y/N/N."

"I know that Mama did bad." Tanya said "But Y/N is ours and she's my sister. She needs to live here with us."

"And she will, baby." Natasha said determined "I promise she will."

Tanya snuggled closer to Natasha's chest and sighed contently.

"I love you, Tanya." Natasha quietly declared

Tanya kissed Natasha's cheek before she quickly stood up and ran upstairs to her room.

Natasha stared at the open door that Tanya just walked out through, deeply lost in thoughts.

Her talk with Tanya had helped Natasha realize one important thing.

That Y/N was her baby no matter what and that she had made the biggest mistake in her life by doing what she did to Y/N.

And yet one question remains.

Where is Y/N?

"Soldat!" A voice said "Your orders are to kill the Avengers, our greatest enemies, and I want the heads of the traitors known as Natasha Romanoff and Bucky Barnes."

The man looked at the masked soldier he had created with pride, knowing that now, they would be invincible.

"Do you understand the command?" He asked sternly

"I am ready to comply." An emotionless voice replied

You stood tall, the black suit and gray vest you were wearing appeared even darker in the shadows of the private office as the mask that covered more than half of your face, perfectly concealed your identity.

The man smirked and pointed with his head towards the door.

You turned around and started walking.

Your mission?

To kill the Avengers.

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A Different Look At This Scene

I know, what more could possibly be said about it? But let me try.

We've watch our boy intently, seen every flicker of sadness, fear, shame, rage, hatred... It's all beautiful. Now, let's savor Cazador's end from the bastard's perspective.

Convinced of His Own Power

His Sulkiness ain't scared yet. He's not in control, but he hasn't internalized that yet - Cazador has been a predator for so long, he doesn't remember what it feels like to be the prey. He's still, somehow, at least fractionally convinced of his own power.

"The spawn will never be free - he is my creation, now and for eternity!" Not his name - never his name. "The spawn."

Look at the supposed-to-be charming 'let's be reasonable' smile slipping and barely restrained rage taking over for a second. This is not a man who is used to restraining his anger for anyone. He is aching to be violent.

With a gentle movement of the dagger, Astarion reminding him who holds the power here. The agonized sadness and hurt on his face.

And Baron Bats-for-Brains continuing to treat him disrespectfully, talking down to him as though speaking rudely to a child.

...but watch his focus drift back to the dagger, though.

Back to Astarion. The righteous anger, the conviction, again that lean in we see in other shots where he wants to get his point across. He slaps his own trauma down, looks Lord Leech dead in the undead eyes and, in beautiful Astarion fashion, tells him I'm not yours.

"You might have made me what I am, but I am so much more than you created me to be."

He doesn't deny what he is - instead, he claims his own future for himself. Okay, back to the bastard.

The beautiful visual metaphor of silencing his abuser as the camera angle drags the tip of the blade across the Sneering Snivel's lips. I love it. Flawless. *chefs kiss* Thank you, Larian, it's so good.

"But I am grateful for one thing; you really showed me how to savor moments like this."

Something we know from what Astarion says about the Pompous Parasite is that Cazador liked to make it hurt; he liked the screams, he enjoyed the anticipation of the moment, drawing out the torturous seconds before the blow. Extracting noises he called music.

Astarion gives that torture of anticipation back to him in this moment and it's beautiful. Watch Sir Suck-a-Lot's eyes drift from Astarion's face to the dagger again, then that flicker of concern as he eyes it. We hate the f*cker, but he does have a good poker face when he wants to.

A moment for Astarion in his power before we go back to the bastard;

Finally, the F*cker's Fear

Finally some FEAR and realization on that hateful face. The weight of this all has sunk in now. He's lost control, he has no power, he's about to be stabbed many times, by someone he knows has a massive pile of very detailed and horrifically specific reasons to hate him.

He's fucked. He finally knows that.

Look at the Shadow Slitherer staring at the dagger, look at the fear position of his hands, the way he bows his head at the end, even before Astarion's hand is in his hair.

The Duke of Dracula's Dumpster has finally recognized his end.

Okay, first... let's just enjoy this for a moment. It's glorious, we love it... savor it. Someone should feel good from this. (...and it's not going to be Astarion.)

Enjoyed? Good. Alright, here we we go again.

Oh My God, The Eye Contact

Watch Astarion stare into his eyes as he raises the blade, the way he rips his gaze gack to savor the bastard's face as the second and third stabs get slammed in.

Pain on Marquis Mirthless's face, one agonized glance up at Astarion's face before his eyes shudder closed. The single plea for mercy; No! before he's stabbed 14 times.

The camera reminding us of the scars he put on Astarion, of why we're here... what Astarion's giving up by killing Cazador instead of ascending.

Controlling Him With His Hair

So I'm gonna guess that I'm not the only one in this thread with a little trauma... does that grab and yank look like re-enacted trauma to you? Because it does to me.

Something tells me Cazador knew it was coming, too. Good.

The Blade Flip

Just... appreciate it for a moment. He's fully in the throes of a very chaotic moment and has both the presence of mind and dexterity to show off. With a purpose

"I am so much more than you created me to be."

Flinging that in Count Cringeworthy's face while literally stabbing him to death. Flawless. Peak rogue behavior.

The message behind the flip, Cazador's twitching hands, Astarion's hand leaving his hair and the fury behind the next stabs.

The Escalation of Intensity

He changes his stance, sets his feet and rains down blows.

And they're still good, clean stabs. Look at the good rogue bladework he's taught himself, look at him put those stabs on a razor-straight plane going in and out. Maximum force on delivery, minimal effort on retrieval, really good and clearly practiced technique.

The way his hand mostly hovers over Cazador once he starts to fall. I don't think he wants to touch him again and honestly? I don't blame him. The dude was gross before and he's grosser now, all stabbed n bloody n shit.

The feral savagery of his face on those last few stabs. The ferocious hatred with which he pulls the blade free.

Seriously, that last scream and stab... look at everything in his eyes. The hatred, the two hundred years of trauma, the stolen life, the power he's rejecting, ...and, buried under everything else, the fear.

He had a plan coming into this; Ascendancy. That plan has come undone, he's set his feet on a new path and there is literally no going back.

The Realization

You can hear this gif, can't you? I want to give Neil a hug every time I listen to it, wondering what trauma was channeled into that moment. It's beautiful, it's poignant in a I had to reload the first time I heard it because I dropped my Steam deck, burst into tears and missed the rest of the scene way. It hurts.

The stagger back, the way he wrenches his eyes away from the body and stares at the ceiling. The look up of abject agony and almost disbelief that it's finally over... it's done.

The dazed wobble, falling brokenly to his knees.. catching himself on the bloodied hand still clutching the dagger. Looking at his bloody hand and the dagger. Apparently releasing it, because we don't see it in his hand again.

Here it is again, closer:

Recovering his balance, rising back to his knees... not ready to stand yet. Still stunned and dazed and waiting for the victorious and vindicated and triumphant feelings he's pretty sure are supposed to be happening right now to kick in.

His eyes turning to the bleeding out body of his former master. There's anguish, misery, the weight of so much trauma resting so heavily on his shoulders (and wasn't that supposed to be magically gone now?), watching Cazador twitch and bleed himself to death.

Has anyone ever wanted to comfort a fantasy character more than we did in this moment? Did it ruin anyone else's day that we couldn't comfort him early on? (updated this because apparently we can now?? I have no idea how I missed that. See you guys in a few days, haha, I know what I'll be doing)

Where he expected to find victory and celebration and triumph, he has found numbness and pain and loss. Loss of the power he gave up, loss of the illusion of safety he'd been clawing towards, loss of the idea of being free of the clawing hunger inside... loss of the hope that this death would bring him release from the torment inside.

But the death of a tormentor does not gift us with the death of the torment they perpetuated upon us. And so...

He weeps.

And we stand there. Until his siblings approach him first. Not with praise or comfort, no. They bring him their questions and needs. As, I'm guessing, they have always done to some degree.

Then there's the fucking pose. Kneeling, shoulders back, chin down, hands on thighs. Compare it to Cazador's almost matching pose earlier, as well as some of Astarion's comments about life under Cazador.

Then his siblings approach and has to put his armor on once more. Standing there half-naked, covered in blood, full of somehow both anguish and numbness, with the body of Cazador on the floor and both his found-family and forced-family about to meet for the first time.

As he has a thousand times before, he forces himself to be strong. Even though he has to struggle to get to his feet.

That little almost too-perfect smile. It’s practiced. Poised. The armor is back on.

Then he gets up, gets to his feet and carries on. As he always has. And for the same reason he always has.

Because he must.

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I know you made her your riduur.

Din Djarin x reader

Summary: Din finds his little clan held captive by Moff Gideon with the Darksaber. He intends to do anything to get them back.

Warnings: kidnapping, mention of blood, fighting, threatening

Author's note: I'm a huge sucker for protective Din, so any requests of that is more than fine by me...

Masterlist

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The door slid open to a sight Din never wanted to see.

Moff Gideon held the dark saber above the Mandalorian's clan.

Y/N and Grogu.

The two were in cuffs, the child in the woman's lap.

When she saw the familiar beskar, she let out a breath of relief, "…Mando…"

He stepped through the doorway slowly with his blaster pointed at the man. But he knew it did no good.

"Drop the blaster." Moff Gideon commanded.

When Din hesitated, Gideon lowered the blade closer to the woman's head.

The soft white glow from the saber illuminated the woman and child's faces, only spotlighting their concern gazes on the Mandalorian.

But Din could barely see it through the red anger that was clouding his vision.

"…Slowly."

Din obeyed, setting the blaster on the hard metal floor.

Y/N shifted in her chair, "Don't… please."

But Din didn't care.

As much as her frail voice made his stomach drop, he would do anything to guarantee that he could keep hearing her voice forever.

Even if that means surrendering.

"Now kick it over to me."

And Din did so. He pointed to his family, "Give me the kid and the girl."

"They are just fine where they are."

Just to tease the beskar-wearing warrior, Moff Gideon menacingly brushed the blade back and forth, mere inches from the girl's head.

She grimaced slightly, looking down at the child.

Moff Gideon didn't care to even look at them, "Mesmerizing, isn't it? Used to belong to Bo-Katan. Oh, yes. I know you've been traveling with Bo-Katan. A friendly piece of advice, assume that I know everything."

Din shifted his weight to his other leg, as he contemplated what to do.

"Like the fact that your wrist launcher has fired its one and only salvo. And that only two weeks ago did you make this pretty girl your riduur."

Din's voice hardened through the modulator, not only tired of the situation, but angered by the mention his weaknesses. "Where is this going?"

"This is where this is going: I'm guessing that Bo-Katan and her boarding party have arrived at the bridge, seeking me or, more accurately, this." He held the saber up. "See, but I'm not there. And I imagine that they've killed everyone on the bridge, the murderous savages they are. And now, they're beginning to panic.

"You see, she wants this. Do you know why? Because it brings power. Whoever wields this sword… has the right to lay claim to the Mandalorian throne."

Y/N's eyes shift up to Din at this information. She takes note of the light glow that reflects from his armor.

"You keep it." Din says immediately, "I just want the girl and the kid."

Moff Gideon tilts his head in consideration, "Very well. I've already got what I want from the kid. His blood. All I wanted was to study his blood. This child is extremely gifted and has been blessed with rare properties that have the potential to bring order back to the galaxy."

Din finally lets his gaze move to the woman and child. He takes notes of the small cut on Y/N's cheek, the unshed tears that sit in her eyes. The child seems unscathed enough, but his eyes are just as saddened as the girls.

"I see your bond with the child," Gideon continues. "Take them."

Din steps forward.

Moff Gideon's voice becomes low, "But you will leave my ship immediately and we will go our separate ways."

Din nodded, moving to his little clan.

Gideon stepped forward to let the Mandalorian do so.

When his gloved hands connected with Y/N's, Gideon ignited the saber, swinging it right into Din's back.

Y/N had never been more thankful that Din wore beskar.

He grunted at the impact, immediately blocking the next swing with his armored arms.

He managed to get the battle away from the two hostages as he lured Moff Gideon into the hallway.

As much as Y/N wanted to help, she knew she was in no state to do so. And she could help Din the most by protecting the child.

She stood up with him in her arms, moving towards the sound of the saber hitting beskar.

She stayed in the doorway, watching the two fight.

Finally, Din got the upper hand and kept his spear pointed at the defeated Moff Gideon who slouched on the ground.

The dark saber had been thrown from his hands, and now resided on the floor near Y/N. She hesitantly picked it up and pocketed it.

"You're sparing my life? Well," Moff Gideon smiled, "This should be interesting."

Din took a moment to remember the girl and child. He turned to see them standing in the hall a few feet back. He motioned them towards him.

Y/N immediately walked to him.

Din managed to get the cuffs off both of them, and only then did he relax.

His hand wandered to Y/N's cheek, lightly grazing over the cut there.

She leaned into his touch, "You came for us…"

"Of course I did. I made vows to you, and I intend to keep them." He lets his eyes wander down her frame, "Are you hurt?"

She shook her head, hugging the child to her, "We're just fine. Are you… are you alright?"

His helmet moved just barely in a nod, "I'm alright now."

She smiled, reaching into her pocket with the arm that didn't hold the child to retrieve the saber. "Here…"

If only she could've seen his own matching smile under his helmet, "Thank you, cyare."

He turned back to Moff Gideon, letting his voice harden once more to the warrior he was, "Let's go."

And just like that, Y/N felt safe next to the man who would kill anything that stood in his way.

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mcflymemes · 6 months

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AS SAID BY DORIAN PAVUS * assorted dialogue from dragon age inquisition, updated version

i don't care what they think about me. i care what they think about us.

i like you. more than i should. more than might be wise.

discretion isn't your thing, is it?

all this dancing, politics, and murder makes me a bit homesick.

i suppose it really depends. how bad do you want to be?

living a lie... it festers inside of you, like poison.

i'm a man of many talents. what can i say?

the moment i saw you, i thought "there's a man who knows quality."

if you don't come through this, i swear i'll kill you.

i'm curious where this goes, you and i. we've had fun. perfectly reasonable to leave it here.

here is my proposal: we dispense with the chitchat and move on to something more primal.

i tease you too much, i know.

i'll have to find something we can do that doesn't involve teasing.

time to drink myself into a stupor. it's been that sort of day.

i see you enjoy playing with fire.

i like playing hard to get.

i'm not suggesting we venture into mutual domesticity.

if it's a trap, we escape and kill everyone. you're good at that.

talk to me. let me hear how mystified you are by my anger.

oh, i'm not arguing. just pointing out the ridiculously obvious.

if you choose to leave your door unlocked like a savage, i may or may not come.

now... what was i talking about? ah, yes. me.

i am apparently an incredible ass at accepting gifts.

i prefer the company of men.

would you prefer me bound and leashed?

sometimes the ones you love are also the ones who disappoint you the most.

you are the man i love, [name]. nothing will truly keep us apart.

the things you ask are just... very personal.

sometimes... love isn't enough.

there will always be an "us." we'll just be... farther apart, for a time.

i had no idea something like you was possible.

i'm imagining what you would look like in a dress.

i've never seen you smile so much!

i have no idea what you're talking about.

you stand there, flexing your muscles, huffing like some beast of burden with no thought save conquest.

you're shaping the world for good or ill. how could i aspire to do any less?

my footsies are freezing, thank you.

don't you ever bathe?

you're not suggesting we're similar.

watch where you're pointing that thing!

i'm not wearing a skirt.

it's significantly more impressive than hitting them with a sharp piece of metal.

i only meant to say i'm very sorry for your loss.

we can continue this dance forever, if you wish.

i'm saying we should be careful what we assume when it comes to such matters.

demons don't appreciate a man with good hair.

what i wouldn't give for some proper wine.

your outfit's entertaining. i'll give you that.

he had to leave early on account of assassination.

it's nice to know you have friends.

i'm here to do what is right.

come on, just answer the question.

they were asking me about you. personal things.

you said we'd be ass-deep in trouble. this is more like knee-high.

so what's your estimation? think we can win?

you can't call me pampered. nobody's peeled a grape for me in weeks.

you startled me. you're always so... nondescript.

you're a special and unique snowflake. live the dream.

i wanted to see you make flowers bloom with your song. just once.

you've done a lot less dancing naked in the moonlight than expected.

i've never seen anyone in this part of the world do it.

i realize there's more to you than that.

have i offended you?

for hating the outdoors, you sure seem to like bad weather.

i can't figure you out, [name].

you don't play their stupid game, they send an assassin or three your way.

i can't believe you're scared of magic.

i'm going to take that as a compliment.

still don't like me, [name]? after all this time?

[name], i owe you an apology.

i suspect people will use any excuse to hate us.

why be ashamed? power should be respected, not swept under the carpet.

maybe you're not a complete moron.

i just need to know you're capable of higher thought. for my own comfort.

it would take work. and soap. lots and lots of soap.

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pennywise-fucker · 10 months

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Don't Leave

Homelander x Reader

Request: can I get prompt “Please don’t leave me.” with Homelander pretty please?

Warning: Swearing, threats of violence

A/N: I hope this was alright! I wasn't entirely sure how I wanted to go about it, but I was pretty happy with how it came out, hopefully you are too!

Y/N sat on Homelander's couch, seething from the scene he had made earlier that morning. A supe had only been talking to her, one of his supes nonetheless, and he had lost his mind, threatening him. The guy hadn't shown the slightest interest in her, but because she was engaging in conversation instead of fucking worshipping him, he got paranoid. She couldn't imagine how someone with all the power he had, all the strength, could be so insecure. He obviously didn't see it that way, he'd told her several times that it was the principle, but she knew better - he simply thought he owned her and planned to keep it that way.

It didn't take long for Homelander to saunter in, flowers in hand. This wasn't the first time they'd fought about his jealousy, but she was so exhausted by it. "So, I'm sure you're still mad", he smiled, moving closer and wiggling the flowers in front of her. Y/N made no effort to grab them. Homelander tilted his head and rolled his eyes, "Oh, come on, it wasn't that big of a deal", he huffed as he tossed the flowers on the table in front of her, pissing her off more. "Are you serious?", she fumed as she shot up from the couch, "You lost your shit on one of your own people!", she snapped, and he slowly turned, raising an eyebrow at her, "Maybe 'my people' should learn to stay away from my girl", he argued, though not particularly angrily. He had expected the same dance they always did.

"You really think I'd continue to be 'your girl' if I can't even have a fucking conversation with someone?", she spat, and he took a big step forward towards Y/N, narrowing his eyes, "Lower your voice", he ordered before continuing, "Are you implying you're thinking about leaving me?", he nearly chuckled, a hint of something dark in his voice, as well as his face. "I could replace you in seconds. I'm the fucking Homelander", he laughed, and Y/N smirked, "OK, then do it", she challenged, noticing the change in his body language. "Excuse me?", he asked, expecting her to think over what she just said to him. "Then. Do. It.", she repeated, more toying this time. His eyes widened in anger as he approached her, so closely that he couldn't get closer without knocking her over, "What? You want to leave me? You think I'd let you?", he threatened, "You belong to me", he spat. "Then act like it, or kill me", she said nonchalantly, though her heart was racing. He looked at her, visibly confused, and hurt. She had grown tired of the threats. If he was going to kill her, she was at least going to give him a reason to.

"I wouldn't hurt you", Homelander eased, trying to calm himself down, "Come on, you know how I get", he half laughed, half sighed, but she knew there was no humor in him at that moment. "I do. So, either kill me, or let me leave", she blurted, only half meaning to say it. No matter what words left his mouth, she knew it would only take one second of anger for him to kill her. "Look, I'm sorry ok. I'm admitting defeat", he said while throwing up his hands, a forced smile on his face. Y/N kept quiet, just staring at him. Her next words could easily get her killed, but she also didn't want to let it go. "Y/N, come on", he laughed, rubbing both of her arms, looking down at her, "You know how much I love you", he assured her, more seriously. She continued staying silent, not giving him anything to respond to, which made him visibly more uncomfortable.

He stared down at her for a second before speaking again, “Please don’t leave me.”, he said softly, pain in his voice. Y/N licked her lips and took a deep breath, "I don't want to", she lied, "But I need to talk to people", she explained, rubbing her own arms while looking up at him. "I'm not enough?", he asked, almost as if it were an accusation. She sighed, "You're enough romantically. But you can't kill anyone who strikes up a conversation with me". Homelander took a breath and looked around, as if he were considering what she said. She knew he likely wasn't, but it was better than him just killing her then and there. "Alright, alright, I'll do better, I promise", he assured her as he wrapped his arms around her, looking down into her eyes. Y/N nodded, "Thank you, that's all I want", she smiled softly, though somewhat forced. Nothing was going to change, not really, it never did with Homelander, but now she knew something she hadn't before - he didn't want to lose her. If it were anyone else who challenged him that way, they would've been dead on the spot, but he instead at least bullshitted out of fear. That, she could work with.

Homelander let out a sigh of relief and kissed Y/N, picking her up, "Great. Now, onto more important things", he smirked, carrying her over to the couch, "Making up".

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Broken arm

Warning : sub!Miguel, masturbation (m receive)

" congrat O'hara, you broke your arm."

Jess stare at him, crossing her arm with her usual expressionless face. Miguel sitting on the bed in the nursery. He was ... boiling.

Holding his anger, but his face was furious.

" congrat ... PETER."

" hey hey slow down big guy, it's not like i did this on purpose !"

Miguel and Jess turn there eyes to Peter b. One with a raised eyebrow as the other one was ... killing him with his eyes.

" ... MJ got a new haircut alright ?! It's important !"

" more important than an anomaly escaping ?!"

He barked, spitting those word like if there were poison in there. He wanted to get up and destroy everything and everyone. Growling like a beast before two soft hands goes on his neck, pushing some spot making him groan in a more relaxed way.

" i'm pretty your wife said not to get angry like that. It didn't end well last time."

You said with a smirk, gently mocking way by the fact that he didn't listen to you.

" Mhngh ... this pendejo broke my arm."

" you've had worse Miguel ..."

You let out a sigh, taking the injector to shoot him the serum he needs. He let escape a groan again, he likes to do it himself.

" broken arm doesn't last long with you, having spider DNA have his good side !"

" don't talk about this..."

He sigh, passing his left hand on his face.

You turn your eyes to the two other spiderpeople in the room, smiling at them with a thankfull expression. Jess leave, taking Peter with her as he was ready to talk to you about your best friend Mary jane.

Unlike the others in the spidersociety, you didn't have any spider DNA, power or even hero role. You were just ... you. The one of the nurse, you used to work in the Nueva York hospital but Miguel wouldn't risk to let you alone during a vilain attack so he brought you here. That way he can keep an eye on you and it's better for him to get healed.

" everything turn bad. The bed broke, my arm too and some other fucking-"

" yeah um except for your arm, everything else is your fault. I should be the one to complain about my bed being destroyed."

You stare at him with a smug face. Miguel groan.

" I can't do anything without my right hand. I can't do paperwork, i can't do what i usualy do ! "

You smile softly at him, hugging him from behind.

" You have me ... i can help for some thing ... you don't have your right hand but i still have mine ..."

You hum softly, your hand running on his shoulder. Before Kissing his cheek, your chest pressing on his back as you slide down your hand along his arm then his stomach.

You can feel Miguel shiver under your touch. Your hand stopping between his legs, on his hardden bulge. He let out a sigh.

" Carinõ ..."

" let me help you with that..."

His suit deprograms on his cock, biting your bottom lips you touch his veiny cock. You lick your palm before wrapping your hand on his lenght, you thumb on his tip. Slowly doing circle around.

" fuck ..."

" aw ... already shaking "

you keep kissing his jaw while moving your hand on his throbbing cock. Whimper coming out of his lips, his fangs on his bottom lips.

He scratch on the bed under him, his hips bucking in the air. His eyes closed and mouth a bit open to let out some warm sigh.

" more ... [Y/N]... please ..."

" you want more baby ?"

Your hand start moving faster on his thick cock, mosly focusing on his tip.

You could feel him on the edge, holding himself not to cum too fast on your hand.

Your finger now fully on his tip, teasing his urethra, doing soft circle. The room filling with his moan and whimper.

" s...slow down...ha...i'm..."

Your head still resting on his shoulder, you look at your hand on his cock until a white shot of cum fall on your hand.

His chest breathing heavily.

You give him one last kiss on the cheek before going to clean your hand.

" feeling better ?"

You say with a grin, turning your eyes to him.

" yes ... thank carinõ"

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara smut

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itsphoenix0724 · 30 days

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I don’t know if your still doing the bouquet event. But an orchid with Rhysand sounds wonderful!

Orchid (Rhysand x Reader)

Warnings: angst (don't hate me)

Word Count: 970

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A/N: Thank you for visiting my page, I'm so sorry this took me so long to write. Reader takes the place of Feyre in this fic so Nesta and Elain are her sisters. I have a very complicated relationship with Rhys idk why he's just super hard to write for me. Please don't kill me but this is angsty I'm so sorry. But I hope that you enjoy it <3

You haven’t been able to leave the nursery since you brought your baby home. He was perfect, the crown of inky black hair matching his father, with your eyes staring back up at you. You’re humming softly rocking the cradle back and forth as he sleeps, the knitted bat stuffed animal curled under his small arm. Your body tenses as your husband slips through the doorway, he utters your name and you glare at him without stopping your lullaby.

“I will not discuss this in front of our son.” Your tone betrays nothing of your feelings, refusing to let anything show in his presence. Rhys’s face pales a shade but he nods and gestures with his head to the door. After giving a subtle nod you leave the sleeping prince in his cradle, safely guarded by moonlight dreams, and follow Rhys out of the room. You want for nothing more than a glass of liquor, preferably the strongest Velaris has to offer, as you stand across the study from your husband. Alas, you are nursing so your desire remains a boiling headache sprouting in your temples.

“Darling-” Rhysand starts, but you raise one hand and he stops speaking, snapping his jaw shut. You take a moment to look at Rhysand fully. His raven hair, so normally well-kempt, is run through and the purple half-moons under his eyes cast grotesque shadows on unnaturally pale skin. You’ve barely spoken to him in days since Nyx was born.

In fact, you’ve refused to see any of the inner circle at all seldom your sisters.

“I am going to talk now. You are going to do nothing but listen.” You will steel into your spine, wishing your power to grant you the strength for this. Rhys nods once sitting in his chair and wringing his hands together in his lap. “You made me your equal, and yet you betray me. You force the hands of our truest friends to betray me.” You have felt a tidal wave of emotions since you found out what your mate kept from you.

Anger, betrayal, disgust, but all you feel now is sadness.

Sadness at the reaper that seems to have been following you through your first week as a mother, anger at your sister for snatching your family back from the cold iron of his grip.

“You have proven that the members of this court will obey your wishes without any regard for me as your equal. Not only that, the worst thing about this is you were going to let us die in ignorance, after promising that I would always have a choice with you. That is what truly breaks me, mate.” You watch your husband fall apart before you. The High Lord of Night crumbling and dissolving like salt in water. You want to go to him, you want to ease his sobs and tell him that everything is alright.

But everything is very much not all right.

“Why?” is the only thing you can manage to croak out, your tears finally cracking the damn that you’ve built to keep them at bay. Rhys stands, crossing the room and three wide steps, and wraps you in his arms. You try to fight it but you let yourself collapse into the warm embrace he offers. You wail, cursing the world and your mate, beating your hands against his chest half-heartedly. He cups your cheek a thumb running to wipe the silver from your eyes, but your hands remain limp at your sides.

“I have no excuse,” he swears sinking to his knees you follow him melting without the force of his weight to keep you upright. “I tried to do my best by Madja’s instructions. I did not want to rip the joy from you, but I had no right. I’m so sorry my love, so so sorry. I wanted to bring you the news with a solution.” You still choke around your sobs, the solid iron you’ve built around the bond cracking just a fraction, letting some of its golden light shine back through.

“You also had no right to send Nesta on that hike. Her intentions may have been egregious, but she is the only one who was honest with me.” Rhys’s lips press into a thin line, the topic of your sister always a touchy one, but he nods.

“I’ll do my best to be better for you.” Rhys gulps around the tightening in his throat. You don’t know how long you spend crying on the floor of his study, Rhys soothing your hair before something finally lightens in your heart and you let go.

Forgiveness.

You realize after one heartbeat, then two, that this feeling is forgiveness. You almost collapse under the weight of it. You meet Rhysand’s eyes and let the walls of the bond fall and you feel the palpable relief, see it in his eyes.

“You have to be better.” You mutter, and Rhys nods resting his forehead against yours.

“I’ll do better for you. For Nyx. For our family.” He swears and you feel the burn of another promise singeing into your skin, the stretching wings of a dove appearing on your sternum, you can see the twin appearing on Rhys’s own skin. Finally, you press your lips to his and he melts hauling you onto his lap. His kiss is bruising, the bond between you both singing happily in your chests. This healing road will be long, and the trust you’ve built with your family now broken and fragile. But the road is visible, the fog of pain gone from the path you must take. You will forgive, no matter how hard it will be. Rhys’s hands are shaking as he presses a kiss to your forehead. After all of the pain.

Forgiveness is a welcome feeling.

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readychilledwine · 6 months

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Bound by Fate Pt 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Summary - When Kaylee Archeron meets Azriel, her world turns upside down. Between balancing her trauma, new powers, a mating bond, and war looming over her new home, Kaylee learns every thing is not as little as it once seemed.

Warnings - jealousy, poor communication

A/N - it's @azrielappreciationweek free day and ✨️double post day✨️

No one spoke at breakfast. The tension in the air between Rhysand and Azriel was at a breaking point. The two had been heard arguing with each other early in the morning while Cassian stood there and tried to play middle ground.

Kaylee poked the eggs in front of her. Glancing up at Amren every so often as the ancient female studied her as if she was an old textbook written in some unknown tongue. Her gaze flicked to Cassian, and the general smiled softly at her before pushing fruits her way and taking the eggs. "Did my mate give you permission to take her food or were you just feeling entitled to it?"

Kaylee sighed. "I don't like eggs, Az. He's been eating my eggs for a few weeks now." She felt his discomfort down the bond. Another thing his brothers got to learn while he was being forced to play the part of her sisters' keeper.

He was angry. Beyond angry. He was being forced to make a sacrifice and guard Elain and Nesta while his own mate was burying her pain and feelings so deep within herself he thought she'd explode.

Silence fell back over the table, leaving the door open for that heavy tension to set in again. Kaylee felt a pressure in her mind, as if something that shouldn't be there was forcing it's way to her. Rhys shifted uncomfortably. "Kaylee. Stop."

"I'm not doing it on purpose."

"I know," he sighed. "Just think of your powers like a faucet and turn the faucet off."

Kaylee tried. But something kept reaching for her, calling to her like a siren spell, and her magic locked in on it. Cassian froze at the sight of her, eyes glowing white as she began to almost radiate, at the same time, Azriel froze, eyes going almost black as his head tilted to the side. "Uh, Rhys?"

Amren paused her drink, looking between the two mates before chuckling. "Well, that solves that mystery. Azriel has a beast form."

Rhys was in Kaylee's mind, searching for a way to pull her from accidentally bonding to a centuries old creature his own brother had not even had touch with, but that bond, that damned and blessed mating bond, blocked him. Rhys closed his eyes, knowing there was only one other option to stop them from completing the connection. "Azriel, I am commanding you as your High Lord to leave for the House of Wind at once."

Kaylee fell unconscious as the connection severed, Azriel immediately holding his mate's face as her nose bled. "What the fuck just happened?!"

Rhys stood, moving between Azriel and Kaylee. "She found your beast form. It would appear after a millenia without a tamer, every form of beast is anxious to have a fae who speaks for them and their well-being." Rhys took a napkin, gingerly cleaning Kaylee's nose before motioning for Cassian to take her.

"Until she has control, Azriel. It's best if you stay in the House of Wind. Amren and I can push her out. You-"

"I will not be banned from seeing my mate," the growl he released had shadows clashing against starlit darkness, siphons beginning to glow as their wearer's mind and magic prepared for battle.

Rhysand rose a brow, "So you will risk all of us and her? If she makes you shift for the first time and your beast kills her, what will you do, Azriel?"

Azriel growled again as Cassian protectively held Kaylee away from him and backed up. "Give me my mate, Cassian."

Amren came between the two then, silver eyes a flame. "Touch her and you toy at the risk of sealing that connection, boy. Listen to Rhysand and think of her. Not yourself."

It was a stab in Azriel's stomach, his brows knitting together as he backed away from them in anger. "She's all I think of," he said firmly but quietly. "She needs me just as much as Nesta and Elain seem to think they do." He disappeared then, swallowed whole by shadows and gone from the Riverhouse.

Kaylee woke up alone and afraid, tugging the bond the way Azriel told her to whenever she needed him. She was met with silence. No soft tugs back, no wave of comfort. She stood on shaking legs, trying to remember what happened as she drank the water the house provided.

She remembered Rhysand's beast trying to speak with her. A great powerful thing with large wings and talons. She remembered telling him Rhys wanted her to get out and the creature's great huff of annoyance like he was no more than a frustrated cat wishing to has his way.

Then she was trapped by something else, and it wanted much more from her. Another winged beast, dripping darkness like ichor. It had not let her see it, just its imposing figure as it pinned her below it and stared down at her.

Her eyes grew wide when she remembered what it growled. Mate. She tugged the bond again desperately, praying to every fae God he would answer. It was a cold knife to her heart when he left her in silence.

Rhys stood and watched as the stag nudged Kaylee, then rested his large head on her shoulder as if he was hugging her. She wasn't okay. He could feel her turmoil tearing her mind and heart apart. They had been training for hours now, her practicing warging into the beast, their communication, their emotional link. Rhys now knew of several areas of the forest that had been plagued by evil. He knew of areas where food and resources were lacking. He knew what he could do to restore those areas and had begun drafting out plans.

He walked to the stag and Kaylee, scratching the stag behind his ear and then placing a hand gently on Kaylee's back. "Are we content with today?" The stag seemed to nod and gently pushed Kaylee into Rhysand's waiting arms. "Let's go get some food for you, little one."

Cassian greeted them, nodding as he stirred stuff into the soup he was making. "How was our antlered friend?" Kaylee shrugged, her eyes still looking wide and lost. She went upstairs, leaving Rhys and Cassian alone in the kitchen. "She needs him. We either take her up there or bring them here, Rhys."

Rhys rose a brow. "She needs the woods."

Cassian didn't argue, tightening his lips into a line. "We're going to lose Azriel if you aren't careful, Rhysand. You know this is all he's ever wanted."

Rhysand sighed taking the seat across from Cassian. "Do you remember when I accidently shifted for the first time? The damage and hurt I caused." Cassian closed his eyes, nodding at the painful reminder. "I've had centuries to be one with my beast. Azriel didn't even know he had one. If he shifts and hurts her in anyway, we will lose him for not protecting her. We are damned if we do, damned if we don't."

2 weeks.

Kaylee had not seen Azriel in two weeks. And now he stood in the living room, a redheaded male in hand and Feyre in Rhysand's arms. The two couldn't stop staring at each other. Eyes locked in need, love, and desperation.

Cassian cleared his throat at the scent of the bond between Azriel and Kaylee and Rhysand and Feyre. He shot the new male, one Kaylee was blocking from her memory, a sympathetic look before motioning for him to follow outside, and Azriel doing the same to Kaylee. "Kaylee, Lucien," Cassian said once they were outside. "Lucien, Kaylee."

"You were there," she whispered. "You were with Tamlin."

He nodded. His beautiful face changed. "We didn't know. I promise on my life we did not know."

"I believe you." They all paused as a shift in the trees came. A large hawk came and landed on Lucien's shoulder, head cocked before flying to Kaylee and resting in her arms.

Lucien stared between the two, then looked to Cassian and Azriel. The wild life around this house was extensive. Thriving. The woods themselves sang songs of joy and healing. He studied the littlest sister, seeing her magic giving and taking. "Dangerous powers. Nature is a cruel lover. She tends to take and take and you do not see the give back right away." Lucien came close to her, stroking the hawk on his feathered head. "The last female with your powers was drained so much by the lands and wildlife, she ran into the woods of Autumn one night never to be seen again. There's children's stories and campfire legends about her."

Azriel growled, causing Lucien to shoot him a look. "Has she bonded to Rhysand's beast yet? Typically the tamers and their High Lord's beasts are quite close."

Cassian shook his head. "We're going to the House of Wind," it was firm, ending the conversation regarding Kaylee's progress before it could start. "Az, you got Kay?"

The shadowsinger nodded, pulling Kaylee close to him and smiling slightly as she giggled and the hawk flew away. They were in the air in seconds, her nuzzled into Azriel's neck, taking in his scent and covering him in hers like a kitten.

Cassian shot a look to Lucien. "Do not bring up Rhysand and Kaylee's bond in front of Azriel again. Please. I would prefer not to have to clean up another fight between them."

"It's not a romantic bond or sexual?"

Cassian nodded, agreeing and thankful the new connection Rhysand had allowed Kaylee to make was solely business. "But we all know how… Animalistic and protective males are of their mates. Azriel believes what they have is beyond sacred. Kaylee potentially losing herself to-" Cassian rolled his eyes with a smirk as the first noises came from the house and picked Lucien up. "There have been signs already, Lucien. Hopefully having someone from the Court Tamers typically are born into will help."

The dinner was silent. Rhys and Feyre sitting at the heads of the table, Lucien across from Kaylee, freshly bathed and in impeccable clothing. Azriel to her right, Amren to her left. And Mor and Cassian on both sides of Lucien.

Kaylee had begged for Nesta and Elain to come down, pleading with every fiber of her being for just a second of their time. Just a singular moment to see them. To be held by them. She was met with silence. That silence turned to rage inside of her. She had destroyed her guest room. Screaming as the furniture replaced itself and began to redo the process until Lucien had came to her.

Not her mate.

Not her sisters.

Not even Cassian.

Lucien.

He held her, whispering words of comfort, telling her she was safe. She had not noticed her own hands shifting, but Lucien had, he watched as the tanned skin turned back from the soft blue it was shifting to. As her nails became normal instead of daggers.

Lucien held her until those moments of shaking rage became what they truly were, trembles of sadness.

Sadness from her mate immediately leaving her at the House to go sit with Elain. Sadness from her older sisters ignoring her. Sadness from the sheer agonizing feeling of abandonment setting into her soul and bones.

He held her until that trembling stopped. And then he held her again as he took in those tear stained cheeks and watering ocean eyes.

Lucien understood Kaylee to his core. The youngest sibling left to their own devices and knowledge in a world they hardly understood. He understood that anger, that sadness, that longing to belong.

He saw Kaylee.

He saw her for more than her power, for more than just Feyre's sister. He saw her for her. He saw her brokeness from mistreatment, her exhaustion from being forced to train from breakfast to nightfall.

And he didn't understand how Azriel didn't. The male cared for his mate, that was clear as he filled her plate with more food, kissed her temple, ensured her drink was never empty. But how he did not sense Kaylee's humanity slipping away already was concerning. Lucien leaned back, studying her as Rhysand studied him.

"Something interesting to you, Lucien?"

He shook his head, eyes still on Kaylee as she looked up, small signs from her breakdown still there. "No," he stated calmly. "Just admiring her. She's not something you see everyday."

Rhys nodded in agreement, pride leaking into his voice as he looked at the youngest Archeron sister. His favorite new project. "No. No, she is not." He allowed his beast to touch Kaylee. Stroking that bond between them gently in praise.

Kaylee gave a slight smile, her cheeks flushing slightly at the complement and at Rhysand's otherside almost purring at contact with her.

And, unseen to everyone but Lucien, Azriel began to seethe.

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themultifandomgal · 5 months

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Tommy Shelby- Expecting

Keeping mine and Tommys relationship a secret wasn't something I wanted to do. I wanted us to be official, but Tommy had other ideas. Instead we would sneak into each others bed at night. All hell broke loose though when I found out I was with child. At first Tommy didn't believe me that it was his, then he told me that he didn't want to settle down and have a family. Offered to find a good doctor to do an abortion. I refused and now I'm known at the Watery Lane Whore. Anger however bubbles inside of me when Tommy announces his relationship with Grace and that they were expecting.

I walk through the door of the Garrison and the first thing I see is her smiling and laughing with Tommy and his family. I roll my eyes and turn around wanting to leave when John calls me over

"YN! Come join us, we're celebrating"

"No thank you John" I glance over to Tommy who's got his arm around Grace "not in the mood"

"Hey wait" John runs over to me "how's the baby?" he asks with genuine concern

"Fine"

"Fuck YN whatever you and Tommy are fighting about now just put it to bed for one fucking nought to celebrate"

"Only if you knew what we are fighting about. Look I'm gonna go. Enjoy" as I leave I hear John say

"If I ever find the fucker who did this to her..." little does he know his own brother is the fucker that he won't do shit to. As I walk the streets to get home I'm called a number of names because I'm pregnant out of marriage, but would anyone dare say the same thing to Grace? No because she's with Tommy. The bitch that tried to get Tommy killed is now having his baby and engaged. It's like he's been brainwashed. Ignoring the comments I get home, deciding to go to bed early.

Over the next few weeks I stay as far away from the Shelby's, that is until I hear a knock on my front door. Groaning I get off the sofa, putting my book down on the coffee table and walk to the front door. I open it up not expecting to see Tommy stood there looking disheveled, but here he is

"Can I come in?" he asks sheepishly which is very unusual for Tommy. I cross my arms and frown looking at him

"I don't know. Why are you here"

"She lied. The whole time Grace was lying to me" still frowning YN doesn't say anything but continues so look at Tommy "YN please let me explain" In YNs mind she goes back at to about what she should do. Let Tommy in and talk, or close the door on him and never speak to him again.

Ending 1- YN and Tommy end up together

Wanting her child to know their father, YN sighs letting Tommy into her house. He walks in and takes off his shoes knowing YN hates mud being brought into the house. Not uttering a word, YN walks into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. Tommy walks in behind her also not saying anything

“So. Gonna explain?” YN finally says crossing her arms and turning to look at Tommy

“YN I fucked up”

“Tell me about it” YN mutters

“Grace wasn’t pregnant. Never was. She was helping the copper, get close to me the kill me”

“And why should I believe you?”

“You have no reason to. I get that. But I’m sorry. I really liked.. like you YN and I let that bitch cloud my judgment. When you told me you were pregnant I freaked out. I spoke to Grace about it and she told me shit about you. Said you weren’t actually pregnant with my child, said she saw you with another man. That’s why I didn’t believe you. I was hurt”

“You you don’t think I was? I could have dealt with you not wanting a family, I could have even dealt with you just not wanting to be with me. Yes it would have hurt, but not as much as finding out you were happy to settle with Grace”

“Your right. I’m a fucking dick for that and I’m sorry” this catches YN off by surprise. Tommy never apologises. Yet here he is apologising to her “YN I promise you I will do everything I’m my power to make it up to you” thinking about it YN decides to give him a chance.

Over the next few years YN forgives Tommy, they end up getting married and having more children together.

Ending 2- YN leaves Tommy alone and moves away

“I’m sorry Tommy. I can’t. You hurt me more than I ever thought could be possible. I could have dealt with you not wanting a family, I could have even dealt with you just not wanting to be with me. Yes it would have hurt, but not as much as finding out you were happy to settle down with Grace”

“YN she was never pregnant please let me explain”

“No Tommy. I’m moving away tomorrow. I will tell our child that their father was a good man, but couldn’t look after us. When they’re 18 they can choose whether they come to see you. Until then, this is goodbye” YN closes the door in front of Tommy and heads up to her bedroom for the final time here in Watery Lane.

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thehighpriestess1 · 1 year

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August : 11

Summary : Fights, doubts, anger and love surround Gojo and Y/n as they try to figure out how to deal with the reunion.

Pairing : Gojo x y/n

Word count : 12k.

Warning : angst, language, slight smut. 18+ only.

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There was momentary silence followed by Gojo’s threat. Trample this village to the ground? You stared at him in disbelief. His gaze sharp as a knife, pierced through your heart. In one life Gojo had broken your heart for the third time. There was no point in arguing with him. He always gets what he wants. Always. And you? You were well aware of your luck by now. You hated him. You hated him so much. You wanted to scream and shout and throw a fit but you couldn’t. True rage is always silent and often unnoticed. You had no power over him, you thought. You were just a pawn in his game. But even a pawn can be dangerous when it has the right motivation, you turned and looked at your son. You couldn’t hide anymore. No matter where’d run off too, Gojo will always find you.

“How dare you come here and threaten me?!”. You snarled.

“How dare I?”. Gojo scoffed. “How could you keep my son away from me?!”. Gojo stepped towards you.

“What was I supposed to do Gojo?! I know It wasn’t right of me but what else did you expect from me?!”. You yelled. “I didn't know what was out there or who was waiting to kill me! I was terrified! There were people showing up at the house asking for me and these people protected me by risking their lives and now you stand here and threaten them! I was terrified!. Your knees felt weak but you held your ground by leaning on the crib. “I was so scared,you have no idea..”. You sobbed.

Gojo looked at you sobbing with tears in his eyes. He didn’t know what to say. He wanted to take the step and hold you in his arms and assure you that everything would be alright but he couldn’t. There was an invisible force field separating the two of you.

You looked up at him, “You think it was easy for me to do all of this alone? Do you really think I would keep our child away just to get some revenge on you? Is that what you think of me?”. You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. “I would have reached out to you eventually if it was just me but I couldn’t risk his life. I didn’t know who was waiting out there, Was it Naoya? Utahime? I didn’t know. All I knew was that ..”. You took a deep breath and looked down in the crib. “..I had to protect him.”.

Gojo stared at you in silence, he didn’t realize the weight of his words until it was too late. When he saw the look on your face he knew he went too far. He was desperate. Desperate to have you. He sucked in a sharp breath and closed his eyes as you turned to Keisuke. “Y/n I..I thought you were dead. You..I know it was hard for you but it wasn’t easy for me either. I couldn't eat! I couldn't sleep! For god's sake y/n I lived with your ghost! When I saw you today I…I thought I was dreaming but when I realized that you were really here I…I felt like I could breathe again. You had Keisuke but I had no one y/n. I kept cursing myself for leaving you that day. I shouldn't have left you. I should have listened to you! I…I am not asking you to forgive me just yet. I'm asking you to pity me and give me another chance to live because I don't think I can live without you anymore!!". Gojo let out a heavy breath. You looked at him, he looked desperate, tired, like a man who returned from a lost war. "I didn’t mean to do it this way but I..I can’t risk losing you again”. He was gasping for breath.

This was a dilemma. You knew you could no longer continue to live like you lived. You couldn't run, you didn't want to run.

"There is no point in arguing anymore. You always get what you want anyway so fine let's do it your way but I have a few conditions”. You spoke bleakley. Pleadingly. Turning away to look at your son.

“Anything. I'd give you anything y/n”. Gojo said, staring at your back.

You turned around and looked at him helplessly. He knew that look. That’s the same way people looked at him when they begged for their lives. He had never thought he would see you this way and it broke his heart.

“I want Keisuke to live a healthy and happy life”.

“Okay”. Gojo ran his hand through his hair and leaned back against the cream wall.

“I mean, I want to keep him away from …. Whatever that you do. No weapons or dirty business around him”.

Gojo gritted his teeth. It was insulting the lowly you thought of him. “Ok”.

“I will have a say in every decision when it comes to him”.

“Obviously”.

“I..I don’t know ..what..”. You hesitated. “..our relation is but-”.

“You’re my wife”. Gojo cut you off. It was non-negotiable.

You looked at him and walked over to the counter to pull out the proof of your new identity. “Y/n L/n was your wife. I am officially Hana Sato”. You handed him the plastic card.

Gojo took the card from your hand with a frown on your face. He looked at the card and then back at you. It was your face but not your name.Did Hiro give this to you? Is this why Yuta couldn’t find you? He smiled and then broke the card in two pieces. “Problem solved”.

You stared at him with your mouth hung open. “You..did you just?”. You pointed at the broken pieces of plastic in his hand.

“Next”. Gojo cut you off again.

“Are we married?”

“Yes”.

“Are we married legally?”.

“Yes”.

You took a deep breath. “Then I want a divorce”.

Gojo straightened up and put his hands in his pockets. “No”.

“Gojo..plea-”.

“No means no, y/n. We are married and we are going to stay that way. Regardless of what you think of me I am not going to raise my child in a broken home”.

It hurt that Gojo was right. “Fine then. Stay married to me. But you can’t ..have relations with any other woman”.

Gojo let out a tired sigh. Did you really have to tell him that? “Agreed”. But then it clicked. “Wait..did you have any..boyfriend..or whatever ..here?”. Gojo asked, frowning.

“That’s none of your business”. You replied coldly.

Keisuke let out a whimper, you pressed your palm flat against your forehead and took a deep breath. What a mess this whole situation was. “I need to feed him so ..please leave now”. You turned and picked up Keisuke from the crib and brought him to bed.

“No. I..I want to..be here and help”.

“And how do you think you could help me feed him?”.

The sarcasm in your tone irked Gojo. Like it reminded him of his place. “What else can I do then?”.

You sighed. There was so much to do. You had to feed Keisuke, pack your bags, and tell Mr. and Mrs.Itadori what happened. You didn’t have the energy to argue with Gojo now.

“Fine. If you want to help then can you just…pack the bags?”.

“You don’t need to take anything y/n. I can have everything there before we reach”.

You glared at him. “Can you please just do as I say?”.

“Fine”.

You turned around and faced the wall as you fed Keisuke. It was awkward with Gojo in the room. Keisuke who was blissfully unaware of the situation tugged on your hair strand while he sucked on happily. “There is a black suitcase in the cupboard behind the crib. Did you find it?”.

Gojo rolled up his shirt sleeves and looked around until he saw the said cupboard. “Yes”. He took the suitcase out and unzipped it.

“In the drawer ..on the right side of the cupboard you will see his sweaters, take out the red one and put it in the crib”.

Gojo stood up and started pulling out the sweaters until he saw the red one.

“Ouch baby slowly!”. You winched when Keisuke tugged with force.

Gojo paused, “Sorry”.

“Not you!”. You groaned.

“Oh right..sorry. I got the sweater. Where did you even buy this?”. Gojo asked.

“I..knitted it. Ouch! Keisuke stop pulling my hair”.

Gojo turned around momentarily and thought maybe he should say something. “Stop annoying mom. We need to leave soon”.

To your sad surprise, Keisuke let go of your hair strand. But you didn’t tell it to Gojo.

“Pick out a few of his overalls from the drawer below and pack them. Take out the blue one with the giraffe and keep it on the crib”.

Gojo did as he was told. HIs eyes welled up lightly thinking about how he didn’t get to pick clothes for his son. “Done”.

“In the drawer below that, you’ll see his shoes. Pick out the blue ones and keep the rest in a suitcase”.

Gojo held the shoes in the palm of his hand, they were so small and adorable. “Done”.

“You will see three stuffed toys in his crib”. You continued ordering Gojo around.

“Yes!”.

“Pack the shark, carrot and the bunny…keep the carrot out and pack the other two”.

Gojo stared at the crochet stuffed toys. He picked them up and gave it a light squish. He has missed out on so much when it came to his own son. Was the carrot his favorite toy?

“Are you listening?”. You called out.

Gojo glared at you and tossed the two toys in the suitcase and kept the carrot out. “Done”. He spoke sternly.

“There is a travel bag under his crib. It’s pink in color”.

Gojo bent down and toko the cushioned bag out. “Got it”.

“There is baby formula and a bottle inside it. Can you make it?”.

Gojo glared at you, if you had been facing him, his stare would have scared you. “No Y/n”. Gojo gritted his teeth. “I can’t make it”.

“Ugh. Fine I’ll do it”. Luckily Keisuke was done. You wiped his mouth with the cloth and picked him up. You turned out and let out an audible tired sigh when you saw the condition of the room. Clothes were falling out of the drawer, drawers were left open, the cupboard door was open. You felt dizzy but you had to push through.

“Can you..make him burp?”. You asked, looking at clueless Gojo.

“I can try..what do I do?”.

“Hold him, how I am holding him right now”.

Gojo nodded and extended his arm forward. He took Keisuke from you and surprisingly did a good job at holding him. He was too scared to move. This was the second time he was holding his son. He was so small and warm and soft and Gojo was scared to even breathe. He looked at him and then hugged him a little tighter. Keisuke giggled and Gojo smiled. Keisuke grabbed Gojo's ear and Gojo winced initially but then he smiled when he realized that it was his son. Gojo never wanted to let him go.

“Good", you replied." Now just walk around slowly and pat his back lightly”. Gojo was nervous but he did as he was told and followed you into the kitchen.

“Did you eat breakfast?”. You asked as you tied your hair up once again in a bun and began prepping. You wanted to scream and fight but you had to remain calm and think rationally. Everything was happening too fast. One moment you were angry at Gojo and next you were internally gushing over him holding Keisuke. You had imagined how Gojo would look walking around with Keisuke in his arms, would he hold him properly? How would Keisuke react? Now that you had seen it you felt guilty about your intentions.

“No”. Gojo said as he continued doing what he was told. He stood in the entryway to the kitchen and watched you. This felt warmly domestic.

“Ok ok. Ummmm ok”. You continued without looking at him. “First we need to boil the bottle. We do this to disinfect. While this happens we boil the water for the formula. It will take two minutes so keep an eye on the electric kettle”. You put the bottle in a pan filled with water.

“Why are we making him burp?”. Gojo asked.

“Because if we don’t then he might puke out the food and we don’t want that”.

Gojo nodded. He wondered how you manage everything.

“While that is happening..”. You trailed off as you put rice in a ceramic bowl and kept it on the table. You had Miso soup in the fridge and you took it out and warmed it on another stove. “..right where were we? Bottle..yes. You see the bubbles forming. It means it’s done”. You took out the bottle from the pan with tongs and kept it on a clean tray to cool. The water in the kettle has cooled down.

You continued to make the baby formula and Gojo watched your every move. Though he doubted he would ever need to do this but as a father he should know this. You kept the bottle in the travel bag and took Keisuke from his hand. “I have kept your breakfast on the counter. Eat it. I will go an..explain something to Mr. and mrs.Itadori”.

You left the room through the other door to go meet the family.

Gojo watched you leave in a hurry and then stared at the two bowls of food in front of him. He smiled as he brought the tray to the small table and sat on the wooden chair. He ate and looked around the house. He pictured you, waddling around with your belly growing everyday. Did you have a healthy pregnancy? He realized he should have asked that. He pictured you walking through the door with the newborn baby, did you think of him when you went into labor? Did you think of him when you delivered? Did you ever think of reaching out to him after he was born? There were so many questions he wanted to ask but he didn’t know how to, or when to ask them. He didn’t know where the boundary began and where did it end? It was blurry in places and non-existent in others. But when it came to your personal life, he realized that it was rock solid. He wondered if you'd ever open up to him. Will the two of you spend the rest of your life living like a cold distant couple?

Gojo hardly eats breakfast but he looked at the empty bowls in front of him and realized he could eat this very meal everyday. He picked up the tray and took it to sink. There were a few other dishes in there and he realized it was unlike you to leave them this way. So he began cleaning. He cleaned and wiped the plates,bowls and spoons and kept them neatly on a side. He realized that you had created this home, bit by bit, straw by straw, and he was going to uproot it. He realized that he didn’t ask you if you wanted to come with him, he didn’t give you an option, he realized that he selfishly demanded you to come with him. He’d apologize for that later, when you’d have some time together.

He sat down on the couch and stared blankly at the door through which you left. You were alive. It finally dawned on him. He chuckled. His y/n was alive. The love of his life was alive! He had a son! Gojo smiled ear to ear like a mad man. He was relieved. He was glad he kept the ring all this time. Will you wear it again? He was glad for the clothes he bought for you. But Keisuke would need clothes. He took his phone out and had almost texted Yuri to buy baby clothes when he stopped. No. He wanted to shop for clothes with you. He will paint the nursery with you. He will set up the crib himself. He smiled thinking about it.

-X-

“What do you mean you are leaving now?!”. Mrs.Itadori gasped.

Mr.Itadori remained calm. He knew that Keisuke needed a father. He watched as you sobbed silently across from them. It had hardly been 30 minutes since they came back from the temple when you walked down holding Keisuke.

“I know it’s sudden. But we don’t have time. I don’t want to turn him away”. Half lie, half truth. You couldn’t turn him away. If you do, then everyone will lose everything. “I promise you I will call and I will visit whenever I get a chance”.

Mrs.Itadori held your hand, “I am not stopping you, y/n. I want you to live a good life. Is there anything we could do to-”.

“No. You have done more than anyone. You made me realize what family truly means and I will miss you so much”. You wiped your tears with the tissue paper.

“It’s okay y/n. We will visit you too. Mrs.itadori walked around the table and hugged you. You wrapped your arms around her waist and sobbed into her chest. She stroked your hair and controlled her own tears. In the past one year you had become the daughter she never had.

“Y/n-chan is going?”. Yuji asked innocently with his two front teeth missing.

You pulled back from the hug and knelt on the ground to pull Yuji into a hug. “I promise I will visit you”. You kissed his cheek and handed him the toy you had bought for him earlier.

“Are you taking Keisoo too?”. He asked as he took the toy from your hand.

“Yes baby. I have to”. You smoothed out his spiky hair.

Yuji’s face turned red and he threw the toy on the floor. “I don’t want your toy! You can’t leave yuji!”.

Mr.Itadori picked up the toy and patted Yuji’s head. “That's a bad habit! Y/n has to go. Like Yuji has to go to school”.

Yuji looked at you with puffed up cheeks. “You..you will come again?”.

“Yes I will. I promise I will!”. You peppered kisses all over his face.

"Don't go! Don't leave Yuji!". You held you and started crying and you picked him up and wiped his tears. "I promise I will visit you. I will bring more toys for you!".

“Do you need any help with Packing?”. Mrs.Itadori asked.

You kept Yuji down and smoothed your dress. “No no. I have packed everything. We will leave in a while”.

Mr.Itadori picked up Keisuke from the baby chair and cooed. “My baby boy. Grow up healthy and strong and take care of you mommy”. Keisuke babeled something and mr.Itadori laughed. “Tell me y/n, Is this man a good person? If you have any doubt you tell me right now. I will not let you leave with him”.

You chewed on your lip. What were you to tell him that the man who was the father of your child is the same man who killed Hiro?. “Yes. He is a good man”.

-X-

You entered your room and saw Gojo cleaning up the bedroom. You didn’t want to leave. You didn’t want to leave the family. You felt powerless.

“Oh you’re here. I have called the driver and he will be here in 30 minutes”.

You sobbed and nodded your head. “Can you…can you”. You sniffled. You shook your head and took a deep breath. “Can you please hold him for a while..I ..I need to be alone”.

Gojo stepped forward and took the baby from your hand. You walked inside the bedroom and closed the door behind you. Gojo heard a lock click but didn’t say anything. He sat down on the couch silently.

As soon as you were alone you started heaving. Was it another anxiety attack? You went into the bathroom and closed the door behind you and sat down on the floor. You cried, you wanted to cry and yell but instead you kept a hand over your mouth to prevent any noise from escaping. You were leaving, you were really leaving. You thought about how you painted the room in summer, how you bought a measuring tape and decided on which wall to measure Keisuke’s height, how you were thinking about adding more cartoon stickers on the wall next summer, how you built the crib, and now you were leaving all of it behind. You were leaving the only people who had ever cared about you. You cursed the gods for this fate.Why show you happiness when they always take it away in the end? Your throat hurt and your head felt heavy. You wished you had never gone down to the store in the morning. Then maybe..just maybe..you could have continued to live here in your little paradise.

You got out of the room draggin the suitcase behind you. Gojo stood up immediately as soon as he heard the door unlock. “I have packed everything we need in this. I have kept his medical documents in the pink bag”. You kept both the bags in the center of the room. You turned around and took in the view of your apartment one last time.

Gojo could see the pain on your face. Your eyes were red and heavy, your face had lost its color and somehow you looked weaker than you did this morning. He held the baby with one hand and tried reaching for yours with another but you pulled your arm away as soon as you felt his touch.

“I need to get him ready”. You made Keisuke lie down on the couch and started dressing him. Gojo kneeled down on the floor next to you. “Y/n..please look at me”. He didn’t try to touch you. He just wanted you to look at him.

You stopped what you were doing and turned your head towards him, “What do you want?”. You asked.

"Love ..I know it's hard-".

"Don't call me that. It makes me sick". You snapped back at him.

Gojo's words died down in his throat . He shook his head and you turned yours back to Keisuke. Once he was done getting ready, you packed away his old clothes in the bag.

“Do you even have a car seat?”. You asked.

“I have arranged for it. There is also a doctor on standby at every hospital on the way”.

You nodded your head. You sat on the floor,holding Keisuke in your hand, with your back resting against the couch and Gojo sat next to you. “Can I ask you for a favor?”. You gulped harshly.

“Anything”. Gojo replied as he stared ahead at the wall.

“Can you ..please..get someone to clean out this apartment. I don’t want to trouble them”.

“Done”.

“And..And can you get help for them? Preferably a woman. They are getting old and Yuji is still young”.

“Done”.

“Thank you”.

Gojo turned his head and saw a tear roll down your cheeks.

“And Gojo..”. You turned towards him.”..if anything happens to me tell Keisuke about me. Bring him here once in a while. Please”.

“No. Nothing will happen to you”. Gojo frowned, why were you making this request? What will happen to you? He won't let anything happen to you.

“Just..promise me”.

Gojo sighed. “I promise”.

-X-

Gojo stood near the car as you said your goodbyes. Mrs.Itadori handed you another bag full of food and a sweater she had knit for Keisuke. You hugged the family one last time and kissed Yuji before walking away for forever. You looked up at where your apartment was and imagined it to be lifeless and haunted. You bit your lip and turned away before you brokedown once again.

Gojo fastened Keisuke in the car seat placed between the two of you. You sat down in your seat and wiped your tears with the tissue paper. Your eyes burnt with all the crying. Keisuke was dozing off and the driver was given clear instructions on when to stop for rest and how to drive.

“He’s asleep”. Gojo commented, trying to start a conversation as the car turned.

But you didn’t reply and kept staring outside at the village you called home. You kept on staring without blinking at the shop until it was out of sight and when it was you closed your eyes and leaned back in the leather seat.

“I know it’s tough for you to leave but-”.

“You could have at least asked me what I wanted”. You mumbled. Gojo could see your lips quivering. “It’s too late now anyway”. You kept your eyes closed but didn’t wipe the tears rolling down the corners.

Gojo bit his lip. “Please y/n. You have to understand that it wasn’t that easy for me either”.

“And yet I am the one leaving everything behind”.

It was true, Gojo thought as he looked away. Was this the right time to talk? He wondered. He looked at Keisuke sleeping blissfully in the car seat with Mr.carrot by his side. He looked healthy and happy. You had taken good care of him, but who took care of you?

“I hope you know that I will look for a lawyer when we reach Tokyo”. You spoke, looking straight ahead.

Gojo’s heart skipped a beat. “Y/n you can't be serious. Do you really want to raise our son in-”.

“I will raise my son how I see fit. I have gone through the entire pregnancy without you and I am sure I can raise him well on my own. I would rather he grow up without a father than grow up in your world”.

Your words pierced his heart like a dagger. You knew your words stung and your intentions were cruel but you were ready to do anything and everything in your power to give Keisuke a better life.

Gojo gritted his teeth. This was not the reunion he had expected. Were you forgetting that you were the one who had betrayed him? You were the one who lied to him? Had you told him the truth then none of this would have been happening right now. “Do you really think it is in the best interest of Keisuke?”. Gojo asked.

No. You knew that it was not. You knew what it was like to grow up in a dysfunctional family and you knew you were acting selfish. “Yes”. You said. Even if it kills you for real this time, you will fight for your son.

“Why?”. Gojo asked. “Why do all this when we can try and be a family?”.

“Family?”. You turned towards him with a shocked face. “Do you even love me? Do you even care about what I want? Have you ever cared about what I want? You wanted to marry Utahime so you left me! You wanted to be with me so you practically kidnapped me and lied to me about everything! You..you killed Hiro for god's sake! And now you..you didn’t even bother to ask me if I want to come with you. You threatened me! Where is love in all this Gojo?!”. You put your hand over your eye and slumped back in the seat.

Gojo sat silently. How could you ask him that? He knew what he did was wrong. He knew you had every right to be angry but..”I have loved you since the day I saw you y/n. I have made many mistakes along the way but I never..”. His voice quivered. “..I never meant to hurt you. I know I acted harshly but I did it out of desperation but I swear I did it all to protect you. I agree my means were not the most ethical and I deserve your hatred but I did to protect you. I didn’t know better back then y/n. But I do now so please just give us a chance”.

Gojo leaned his head back and took a quick breath. He didn’t want to lose his composure on you when he was already a villain in your eyes. “I always wanted to have a family. You knew that. I..I missed out on so much. I wanted to be there with you and I couldn’t”.

No. You were not going to believe him. You had heard enough. You had seen enough. You had been through enough. “I Know that you have every power in the world to take Keisuke away from me and I..I can’t risk that. He means everything to me and I can’t live without him”. You spoke as you turned your face away.

Gojo hummed. “And I can’t live without you y/n. Every power I have means nothing in front of you. I just want a chance to prove that I deserve to have you and Keisuke in my life”.

You frowned. “Fine. A month. You get a month”

“Fine then”. Gojo smiled sadly. “But remember that I will be fighting not just for Keisuke but for you too and I will win”.

You poked your tongue in cheek in annoyance.

“..and y/n?”. Gojo smiled.

“What?”. You snapped back.

“Stop calling me Gojo. You’re a Gojo too”. Gojo bent down and kissed Kisuke gently. “-and so is he”.

-X-

Yuri woke up in Gojo's bed, wearing Gojo’s shirt. She wasn’t allowed in here. No one was, except Jerry. But since Gojo was out, she took the liberty. She took in his scent and smiled lazily to herself. She missed him already. Missed his smile. His anger. His eyes. She was hopelessly in love with Gojo Satoru. She turned to see the photo frame on his nightstand. It had black and white photobooth photos collaged together. She wondered why he ever fell for you? You looked normal. A bit dull compared to him. She wished she could scratch off your face from every photo but there were lines she couldn’t cross yet. She had always thought that all men want is sex, but to her surprise Gojo Satoru was different. He turned down her advances. She had tried to get him drunk so he would finally fall for her and thought she had succeeded when Gojo let her kiss her cheek but at the end of the night he went back to his room. She had to make him love her. She turned on her back and stared at the ceiling.

Once your death anniversary passes, she will marry Gojo Satoru. “Gojo Yuri”. She giggled to herself. She wondered how their first night would be. Would he be wild with her or would he be gentle? She wondered how it’d feel when he’d kiss her. Her hand slipped inside her thong as she imagined it to be his fingers, his tongue, his cock. She wondered how he’d look above her, beneath her, behind her. Her breath quickened as she increased the pace. She wondered what term of endearment he would use for her. Her hips twitched as she neared her climax. She imagined his moans and groans as she came whimpering his name. This wasn’t the first time she had cum thinking about him but she was getting tired of using her fingers.

She turned her head and picked up her phone, 9:00 AM. Gojo must be done with his work. He said he would return by night, she would make dinner for him. Steak? Pasta? She wondered what he would be in the mood of.

“Jerry!...Jerry!”. She yelled on top of her lungs.

“Yes Ms.Yuri”. Jerry hurriedly rushed in. He was terrified of Yuri and disliked her severely. She had tormented many of the house staff and he had to go above and beyond to either make them stay or compensate them adequately.

“What’s for breakfast?”.

“Mr.Gojo is not here today”. Jerry replied with his eyes set on the floor. Yuri had asked him to never look her in the eyes and always keep his hands folded in front of him whenever he was talking to her or Gojo. She said it was to remind him of his place. After 10 years of service, he naturally felt insulted by her demand but obeyed anyway.

“So? Is he the only one who eats in this house?”.

“I’m sorry ma’am. I wasn’t aware that you’d be eating your breakfast here today”.

Yuri scoffed. “I want a blueberry smoothie and scrambled egg. Got it?”.

“Yes…ma’am”.

Yuri walked to the dining area with two helpers behind her, one carrying her black Birkin bag and other carrying her cashmere coat. Her red bottom heels clicked with every step. Another help stepped forward and opened the door for her. Another help pulled out her chair for her. Every house help hated being in her presence. Even Gojo Satoru didn’t treat them this way then who did she think she was to demand this treatment. But they were always too scared to say anything. The last help who spoke up was tortured for three days straight.

Yuri scrolled on her instagram as she finished the last bits of her eggs. She had nothing to do today. Maybe she would go shopping or to a spa or both. She was about to leave when she saw Gojo’s message. She read it and then read it again. No. It can’t be possible. She called Gojo immediately but he cut the call. She called again and he cut the call again.

“NO! NO! NO!!! NO!!”. She yelled as she threw the glasses and plated at the wall. Jerry and others stood at a distance and watched her.

When she was done breaking every piece of breakable thing in the room she stood up straight, her hair stuck to her forehead, chest heaving, mouth open, eyes wide with shock. She turned towards Jerry and gritted her teeth. “That bitch!...That fucking bitch is alive!”.

She opened her phone again. “y/n is alive. I am bringing her and the baby home”. She looked at Jerry again. “Did Satoru text you?”.

“Yes he did”.

“What did he say?”. Yuri asked and she pushed aside her hair.

“He has asked me to get the house ready. They will be here before dinner”.

Yuri stared at the phone in her hand, and chuckled. “You can get the downstairs bedroom ready for her and her little spawn”.

“Mr.Gojo has asked us to..get his room ready for them”.

Yuri raised an eyebrow. “What?”.

“He said that they will be sleeping in the master bedroom”.

-X-

The car ride was silent for most of the time. You made a mental note of things you would need to do.A month seemed too long and too short at the same time but it could give you enough time to find your footing if you were to divorce Gojo. You wondered if you could tell Gojo everything that had happened but would he use it against you. He could. Your head felt heavy thinking about everything. You looked at Keisuke, still fast asleep and thanked the gods that Keisuke did not wake up. But it was post lunch and you wanted to feed him.

“What happened?”. Gojo asked, looking at you. You looked adorable, like a kid trying to decide which candy to buy.

“He is sleeping a lot”. You said.

“Isn’t that a good thing?”. Gojo questioned. He had been reading articles all this time on babies and fatherhood but he felt he still had a lot to learn.

“Not really. If he sleeps now then he won't sleep at night. If he doesn’t sleep at night then I won’t sleep at night”.

“We won’t sleep at night”. Gojo corrected.

You rolled your eyes at him and tried to wake up Keisuke. Gojo checked his watch, it was 2:00 PM. Let’s stop for lunch. He told the driver who gave him a curt nod. Keisuke opened his eyes and stretched his arms. You were accustomed to his cuteness and yet it melted your heart but watching Gojo melt over his toothless yawns and spit bubbles was even more endearing.

“Aaaw that’s a big yawn! Mumma woke up my baby”. Gojo stroked Keisuke’s cheeks.

“Are you hungry?”. You bent down and patted his stomach lightly. Keisuke looked between the two of you and then gave a toothless smile.

“Aaah his cuteness will give me a heart attack”. Gojo put his palm over his chest and you chuckled.

The car came to a halt at a pitstop. “You should eat something”. Gojo said as you pulled out the milk bottle from the bag.

“I’m not hungry”. You replied coldly. Gojo could pretend to be a happy family all he wanted but you were not going to budge.

“You gave me a month, remember? So let me take care of my love ”. Gojo pleaded.

You bit the inside of your cheek, “Do whatever you want”. You replied without looking at him and just like that your armor was up.

Gojo smiled, He knew it wasn’t a yes but it wasn’t a no either, and got out of the car. You let Keisuke stay in the car seat and fed him from the bottle. You won’t lie that motherhood is tiring and tough. Maybe having Gojo around until you settle down on your own wouldn’t be a bad thing.

Gojo walked in between the aisles of 7-Eleven and cursed himself for not thinking this through. He would never let you eat any of this. This is not something a new mother should be eating. He groaned in frustration, how the hell was he going to prove himself to you if he didn’t even know what you could eat or not. He picked up his phone and called the only person who could help him. Shoko.

It had been over 20 minutes since Gojo left and Keisuke was done feeding. He was wide awake now so you opened the car door and got down with him in your arms. The weather was perfect. The sun shone brightly and the air was cool. Keisuke burped twice as you patted his back.

“Why are you out of the car?”. You heard Gojo’s voice and turned around to see him walking towards you.

“Just wanted to stretch my legs and he needed to burp”. You smiled. You realized that you had kept your sweater in the car and now you were starting to feel the winter. You kept Keisuke down back in the seat and cracked your fingers. He was starting to get heavy.

“Here. I got sandwiches, chocolate milk, juice, and kit-kats. I wanted to get coffee but I wasn’t sure if you could drink it”.

“Gojo it’s a lot”. You stared at the bag.

“Then we better get started, right?”. He smiled and handed you a sandwich.

The two of you ate in silence standing outside as Keisuke played with the carrot in the car seat.

“Gojo, can I ask you something?”. You asked as you kept the sandwich wrapper in the brown trash bag.

“Yes Gojo you can”. Gojo replied.

You rolled your eyes, “I am serious right now”.

“Fine..y/n. Ask”.

“Did you or do you have a ..girlfriend? If you do then I will have to meet her before letting her get near my son”. You looked down, hesitant to meet his eyes.

“No”. Gojo replied immediately. “I have only loved one woman. My wife. But she ran away last year and now I don’t know where she is”.

You sucked in a sharp breath. “It’s not funny”.

“I mean it. I don’t have any other woman in my life”. Gojo said as he opened the bottle of chocolate milk and handed it to you. You took it without looking at him. “What about you? Any man in your life?”.

“I told you, it’s none of your business”.

Gojo blinked slowly. He knew you were pregnant for most part of the year but how could anyone not fall for you? Was there someone back in the village? He felt a jealous rage course through him. He swore that if he ever found this man he would make him disappear for laying his eyes on you.

“If you do then I will have to meet the man before letting him get anywhere near ‘our’ son”. Gojo retorted.

“Fine”. You replied.

Gojo scoffed but dropped the topic. He could always find out on his own. “Can I ask you something?”. Gojo asked.

“Sure”.

“What did you crave the most when you were pregnant?”

You turned around and leaned back on the car. “I craved a lot of sweets. Mostly warm bread with honey and whipped cream with lots of mochi.It was like a mochi sandwich. Also a lot of cranberry juice”.

Gojo chuckled. Looks like Keisuke took after him. Mochi sandwich? It sounded interesting and something he would love for sure.

You cursed yourself for not carrying your coat. The temperature was dropping every hour and it looked like it would snow soon. You straightened up and turned away to check on Keisuke and felt something warm envelop you. Gojo had put his overcoat around your shoulders.

“It’s fine. I’m not-”. You tried to take it off but Gojo stopped you.

“Keep it. You need to stay warm”.

-X-

You felt someone nudge at your arm. You opened your eyes slowly to see Gojo looking at you. “We are here”.

You straightened up and took a deep breath, “I didn’t realize I had..why didn't you wake me up?” You asked.

“You were sleeping so peacefully”.

You wiped your face with your hand and took Keisuke in your arms. He was awake and looking out with curiosity. Gojo got down from the car and walked around to open the door for you. He held out his hand and you took it as you got out of the car. You looked at the huge traditional mansion in front of you. The entire village could live here happily, You thought to yourself. Gojo stood next to you with his arm resting against your back. You didn’t ask him to move it.

Yuri watched as Gojo held the door open for you and gave his hand out to you. She frowned, Gojo never opened the door for himself. What changed in 12 hours. But she maintained the smile on her face. Whoever you were, you were no match for her. She looked at the baby in your arms and scowled. What a waste of Gojo genetics, she thought to herself. Were you wearing his coat? She scoffed, in her eyes you were nothing more than a farm animal, a charity case for Gojo. But her resolve faltered when she saw the way Gojo looked at you. He looked …alive.

Jerry stood on the other side of the door with a genuine smile on his face. He had met you a few times before and liked you. He was happy to know that you were coming home.

“Hello Jerry”. You greeted him at the door. You were happy to see a familiar face.

“Hello Ms.Y/n. You look beautiful”. Jerry said and gave you a curt bow. “Who do we have here?”. He cooed when he saw Keisuke stare at him. “He is adorable”. Jerry smiled at him and Keisuke being the good boy he was, gave a toothless grin.

“How are you Jerry? And how is Rose?”. You asked.

Jerry’s heart swelled up. You remembered his wife even if you had met her only once. “We are both good and healthy. welcome to Tokyo Ms.y/n”

“Oh he is so adorable!’. Yuri squealed as she stepped in between you and Jerry bent down to look at Keisuke. She looked up at Gojo and winked. “He looked just like you toru”. She cooed. You turned your head back and glared at Gojo.

“Y/n, this is Yuri. She is my assistant”. Gojo said as he pulled you into him. He was just as shocked at Yuri’s reaction as Jerry was. He wasn't expecting her to be here at this time.

“I thought Miwa was your assistant”. You couldn’t control your smile. You were not stupid. You knew what was happening here and you found it extremely amusing. You finally had something over Gojo.

“I am his personal assistant”. Yuri chirped in.

You turned towards Yuri and she smiled and tried to touch Keisuke but you moved your shoulder and blocked it. "Don't touch him". You said and walked away with Gojo in tow.

Yuri was left standing there and the whole fleet walked in front of her to follow you. Who the fuck did you think you were? Did you look down on her? You looked down on her?! She gritted her teeth and walked back in. She saw how you greeted all of the staff and smiled at them. Oh you were faking it for sure. Pretending to be a kind hearted person just so you could get money from Gojo.

“Where do I stay?”. You asked Gojo.

Gojo smiled. “We stay that way”. He said and led you to the master bedroom. The whole mansion was not only huge but was sprawled out over a vast land. It was traditional for most parts. As you walked next to Gojo you noticed how no one looked at you. They greeted you but looked terrified for some reason. The master wing of the mansion was at the farthest end which Gojo deemed to be the safest place. The sun had begun to set and the atmosphere was getting colder and you just wanted a hot bath and sleep.

You didn't want to fight him anymore when he pulled you closer to him. Maybe because a part of you wanted it or maybe because you were too tired to argue. The room was on the top most floor of the mansion and you were surprised to see an elevator leading up to it. You walked out the elevator into a living room with a couch and a small dining table. You walked through the room into the bedroom and when you entered the bedroom you were surprised by the whiteness of it. The most colorful thing in the room was ironically Mr.Carrot you walked in with Keisuke in your arms and You wondered how many nights did Gojo spend here thinking about you you? You turned towards the bed and saw the photo frame of your photos. Your eyes welled up. You wondered how many times he looked at it and how many times did it flip it down? There was a book on the nightstand, was it the same…

"Yeah…I kept it because..just in case". Gojo spoke, standing behind you.

You looked at him and then averted your gaze. "Okay". You said and made Keisuke lie on the bed. You had to bathe him..

You felt guilty. Like you had stolen something from him. Like you owed him glimpses of things you stole and yet you were being selfish. You got on your knees and started undressing Keisuke. "Do you want to help?". You asked without looking at Gojo but he was next to you, kneeling on the ground in a second.

"He's so soft". Gojo said.

"He's just a baby".

"He is the most adorable baby in the world!!". Gojo spoke and kissed Keisuke's nose.

You looked at him, his face red with baby fever. You smiled to yourself and let him do the job.

Yuri stood at the door and watched you watch him. It was unfair how easily you got access to things that were prohibited for her. Jerry walked past her with a tray, she watched and scoffed. You didn't even have to ask for anything.

"Ms.Y/n". Jerry called out.

You turned around and stood up. You took the glass of water. "Thank you Jerry".

Gojo stood up and took the second glass. "By the way Jerry". Gojo said before he took a huge sip. "She is Mrs.Gojo now". He winked at Jerry, making him chuckle.

"My bad, Mrs.Gojo".

You rolled your eyes. "Please just call me y/n, Jerry".

Gojo smiled sadly.

"Well then tell me y/n, what would you like for dinner?". Jerry chirped.

"Really anything is fine. I don't want to trouble you too much".

"Oh no trouble at all ma'am".

Gojo put his glass back on the tray. "Something light should be fine. Oh and send it to the room, we'll have dinner here".

Yuri watched the whole interaction from the shadows, Mrs.Gojo? A tear rolled down her cheek. She watched how Gojo's hand stayed on your back, how he looked at you when you talked to Jerry. Even Jerry seemed genuinely happy to see you! Why?! Why?! Why?! As Jerry walked past her again she took a deep breath and stepped inside with a smile on her face. "Satoru, I'm sorry to interrupt you".

Both you and Gojo turned towards her. You exchanged looks. Gojo sighed as he looked at Yuri. He didn't want to waste a second being with you. What could she need now?

"Yes, Yuri?". He asked tiredly.

Yuri's face dropped. Did he just sigh at her? But her mask was back on in a second. "I just wanted to remind you of your schedule tom-".

"Cancel everything". Gojo said without a second thought.

"But we have-".

"Yuri". Gojo interrupted her again. "I said cancel everything".

"If you have work then you should go". You spoke sweetly as you looked up at him. "We will be fine".

"And leave you here all alone?" Gojo smiled. "Absolutely not".

"I can survive a few hours without you". You gave Gojo a soft smile.

Gojo chuckled, "But I can't".

You shook your head and walked back to the bed.

"You may leave now". He said to her but his eyes were set on you.

Yuri smiled and walked back. She could hear the baby giggle. As soon as she was in the elevator alone, her smile turned to glare. A dangerous glare.

You knelt on the bathroom floor as you gave Keisuke a sponge bath. Gojo sat opposite to you, holding Keisuke in his arms.

"I can't get over how small he js". Gojo said, he looked at the tiny feet and tiny hands. Gojo's palm could easily cover his whole torso.

"He is only two months old but he is growing fast". You said calmly.

Keisuke wrapped his hand around Gojo's finger and babelled as you wiped his torso. Gojo smiled and shook his hand gently.

"Turn him around". You said and Gojo obeyed. He held Keisuke upright and you scooted closer to wipe him.

"Where are we?". You asked, looking at Gojo.

"What do you mean?". Gojo frowned.

"I…I mean the address. I need to call a cab tomorrow morning".

"Where are you going?". Gojo asked, scanning your face.

"I need to go to City to get some things for him". You asked and soaked the sponge in the warm water.

"We'll go together". Gojo said. He couldn't believe you were still trying to keep him away.

"It's not that". You read his face. "I don't want to take him out just yet. The weather is getting colder and it's already a new environment for him. He might get sick". You explained as you say back on your heels.

Gojo's face relaxed. "Don't worry. He'll be safe here with Jerry".

"I have never left him alone..".

Gojo smiled and held your hand. "Don't worry y/n, it'll be just for a few hours and you know we can trust Jerry".

You looked down at where his hand rested on yours. It felt nice. Like you finally had someone on your side.

Gojo looked down at your hands. He could actually feel your skin against his. It was another reminder that you were really here. He knew he had a long way to go before he could earn your trust. But for now even your hesitant touches were more than enough for him.

"Okay". You replied with a small smile."we'll go together then".

Gojo had insisted that you take a shower first. He would have preferred to take it with you but he didn't want to push his luck. You were thankful that Gojo was giving you space to adjust. You took a deep breath and let the warm water cascade down your back. You could hear Gojo talking to Keisuke outside and Keisuke replying in spit bubbles. It was funny how alike those two were. Clingy. Talkative. Demanding. Absolute menace. You knew he was going to be like Gojo when all you craved during pregnancy was mochi sandwich. What a concoction that was. But you were sure it was something Gojo…Satoru would love. Maybe you'll make it for him someday.

The thought of filing for a divorce still weighed heavily on your mind and heart. A part of you wanted to give this a chance but another part of you couldn't get Hiro's words out of your mind. You wondered what he would say if he saw you here with him. Would he be happy that you have a family or would he curse you for settling down with his killer? Hiro saved your life by giving you a chance to escape but he was also the reason you were there in the first place. Gojo saved your life too when he took you away from Utahime and Naoya but Gojo also killed Hiro. You were lied to but you also kept Gojo's son away from him. Gojo missed out on the birth of Keisuke and you knew that if you left Gojo then one day Keisuke would ask who his father was. Even if you stay with Gojo you won't have an explanation for why his father wasn't there at his birth. You had unknowingly hurt your son too. No one was innocent, the only question was did everyone pay for their crimes?

Gojo was absolutely in love with Keisuke. His little giggles. His tiny arms and feet. His toothless smile. His doe eyes. His tiny button nose. His amusement at everything. But above all he loved that Keisuke was a part of you. You and Him created him. He was proof that your love still existed..it bloomed even when he was going through his darkest days. Gojo stroked his puffy cheeks. He was not going to give up. No. He was going to fight for you and him. He was going to win.

"Can you tell your mom that I love her and I missed her? She is so stubborn, isn't she?" Gojo scrunched his nose." I hope you didn't trouble her too much. You are going to grow up to be a handsome boy. But remember that you mom is my girl". Gojo winked and kissed Keisuke's cheeks.

"You can go and shower now". You said as you walked to the bed. Gojo gave Keisuke a parting kiss and got off the floor.

You were dressed in another one of your dresses. It wasn't the most ideal thing to sleep in but your options were limited. You made a mental note of shopping for some more clothes tomorrow.

"I..have your clothes here". Gojo said and pointed towards the wardrobe. He thanked the past for thinking ahead. Being delusional paid off.

"My clothes?". You asked. Gojo walked towards the wardrobe and you followed him. Your eyes widened when he flicked on the light switch. The walk in was filled with more clothes that you've ever had. You walked between the rows of clothes.

"I..wanted to be ready for whenever I'd see you". Gojo tried to explain.

"Didn't you think that I was dead?". You turned your head back and looked at him.

"I was.. hopeful".

You smiled and walked to the glass top counter. The jewelry inside would put any collector to shame. But your eyes landed on a familiar ring in the center.

"Where did you find this?". You asked, eyes still set on the ring.

"I found it that night," Gojo said as he walked towards you."After the explosion. I was told that Naoya killed you and before I could search the place it exploded and this was all I could find". He stood behind you with his hand resting on your back.

"Who told you that Naoya killed me?". .You frowned.

"Joichiro did". Gojo spoke sternly.

You let out a sigh and turned around to find yourself in the arms of your alleged husband. Your breath hitched for a second. You couldn't move back and he was staring innocently at you as if he was unaware of your rapid beating of your heart.

"Do you ..do you want me to put it on you?". Gojo asked. He was serious. He looked down at you, your cheeks had turned pink and he wondered if that was because of the hot shower you took or because you were mad at him.

Did you want to wear it? You didn't know. Maybe…yes. But no.

Gojo sensed your confusion and smiled in return. "You don't have to answer now". He stepped back and walked away. You watched in shock, was he really that unaware? You shook your head and picked out a checkered button down shirt and matching shorts to change into.

When you walked out of the closet you saw Yuri or was it Yumi? Standing near the bed. For some reason you didn't like her. Maybe it was the way she looked at Gojo that irked you. You didn't think you were jealous. Why would you be jealous over him? It didn't make sense right.

"Do you need anything?". You asked as you walked over to her.

"Just wanted to drop these files off for Satoru". She smiled at you.

It wasn't a friendly smile. It was a smile that said that she was close enough to call him by his first name.

"You can give them to me. I'll give it to him". You said, not returning the smile.

Yuri smiled again. "I'll wait for him. He doesn't take more than 20 minutes to shower anyway".

You took a deep breath. "He takes exactly 25 minutes to shower. Then another 7 to get ready. I'd rather you keep the files on the table than stand in front of me for another 32 minutes". You pointed at the small table near the door.

Yuri gritted her teeth. "Do you think you're special?". Her smile had faded.

"Why don't you ask Satoru what I am?". You smiled.

Yuri looked you up. "Do you even know how much the clothes on your body cost? The one that you put on so casually? You think all of this is something you are entitled to and you can look down on me only because you have a child with him?You're nothing but a charity case for him". Yuri tilted her head and shrugged.

Few years ago you would have been offended by the comment but you had been through enough to know what this was. "Looking at the efforts he had made so far, I'd say he is extremely charitable".

Yuri bit her bottom lip. You were definitely something. "Just know that if he hadn't run into you today, he would have been mine".

You gulped. You were angry, not jealous. You convinced yourself. "If he couldn't be yours when I was dead then what makes you think he could be yours now?". You gave her a pressed smile.

Yuri scoffed and opened her mouth to say something but couldn't. She walked away, throwing the file on the table. You stood there, seething. Even if you were going to leave Gojo, there was no way you were going to let her walk all over you.

Jerry brought in dinner soon after and by that time Keisuke had been fed and asleep. Gojo sat opposite to you on the small coffee table near the balcony. He watched you poke the bowl of half eaten rice.

"Is everything okay?". He asked.

You snapped out of your thoughts and smiled at him. "Yeah. Just tired".

Gojo watched you like a hawk. "No. It's something else".

"All of this. It happened so soon. I just want to give him a home and I can't even seem to do that".

Gojo sighed. It was his fault and you were blaming yourself. "It's not your fault. You have done a great job bringing him up on your own. You don't have to do it all alone anymore. Let me help you when I can".

You smiled and nodded your head.

Gojo smiled and kept a piece of spinach on top of your rice. "for now eat this. I read that the new mothers have iron deficiency and usually it goes unchecked until it's too late. Let's go for a check up tomorrow".

You watched him with your mouth agape. "Where did you read this?".

Gojo's cheeks turned pink. "On a blog called daddy and me".

"I don't want to go for a check up". You replied and shoved the food in your mouth.

Gojo hummed. "Why not?".

You chewed your food and kept your eyes fixed on the table.

"Y/n, why don't you want to go for a check up?". Gojo pressed on. He could read you like an open book.

You swallowed painfully and looked at him. You knew that sooner or later you will have to tell him. Will he get angry? Will he get mad at you?

"I don't want to"

"Why not?". Gojo asked calmly.

You sighed in frustration. "Because I don't want to! Isn't that enough?". You asked angrily.

"No it's not!". Gojo replied. "God y/n! You could keep your favorite color from me ',if you want to, but this.." Gojo's voice dropped. "...this seems serious and as your husband and the father of our child I have the right to know ".

You sighed. "Fine but try not to make a big deal out of it, okay?".

Gojo stared at you blankly. Since when did you get so rude? "Fine". He replied.

"Keisuke was born perfectly fine. But after delivering him". You looked down at your hands in your lap. "I didn't stop bleeding for quite some time. I had lost too much blood and doctors weren't sure if I'd even make it. But fortunately, they were able to control the bleeding but I was unconscious for a day".

There was a heavy silence between the two of you. Gojo was shaking but he remained calm on the surface. You had gone through so much and yet you didn't reach out to him? Did you hate him that much? Was he that bad of a person?

"Because of that I have postpartum anemia. Usually it improves in two months but it hasn't in my case". You kept your eyes fixed in your lap.

Gojo let out a heavy breath and leaned back in the chair. How was he ever going to fix the mess he made? He was angry. He was hurt. But he knew he deserved it.

"But I assure you that Keisuke is fine and you can see his reports". You tried to explain.

"It's not just about Keisuke,y/n. You are just as important to me as he is. I..I don't know what to say… Fine. We'll still go to a doctor and get a consultation. For my sake, please?". He didn't want to force you anymore than he already had. He could only please and pray that you listen to him.

"Fine". You replied with a smile. Sometimes you have to let go of control.

Since there was no crib yet, Keisuke slept in between you and Gojo on the bed. He was deep in his sleep surrounded by his toys. Both you and Gojo looked at him sleeping with his mouth open slightly. You bent down and kissed his head good night and so did Gojo. As you closed your eyes and tried to get a much needed sleep, Gojo couldn't bring himself to sleep. A part of him was scared that if he closed his eyes then all of this would vanish. He looked at his son and then at you. Gojo knew that you were strong and capable and he was going to give you the freedom to decide what you wanted to do but a part of him, the part that lurked in the shadows, the part that made him the infamous ice Prince, that part reminded him that you were too precious to be out in the world alone. You were too kind. Too delicate. Too good to be out in this dark dark world. There were some really bad people out there and as your husband, as your lover, as the father of your child, he was going to protect you, shield you from everything. If you want to fight then he will let you fight. If you wanted to hurt him then he would let you hurt him. But he was not going to let you go. In this world you were his salvation. You were his sun and the moon. You were his'.

-X-

You woke up the next day to see Keisuke cooing next to you. "Good morning baby". You spoke in your baby voice You smiled and kissed him. Keisuke giggled. "Did you sleep well? Of course you did! You didn't wake up mama once. My good boy". You peppered his face with kisses.

You frowned when you saw a beautiful bouquet of white dahlias. You smiled and propped up on one elbow and picked up the bouquet. It was beautiful. There was a note attached to it,

Good morning love!

Come down for breakfast!

You rolled your eyes at the pet name. Stubborn and annoying and too sweet. You fed and changed Keisuke and freshened up and changed into one of your own dresses. The only problem, you didn't know where the kitchen was. You got out of the bedroom and made your way to the elevator. A note was stuck on the door.

"You don't know where the kitchen is? Go down the elevator and turn left". With the note was another flower, white Chrysanthemum.

Is this what he spent the whole morning on? "Look at what your dad is up to?". You kept the note and the flower in your dress pockets and went down the elevator. When you got out you took a left turn and a help handed you another note.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. "He could have just asked you to take me there". You joke but the girl kept her head bowed down.

You frowned and adjusted Keisuke in your arm. "Hey..Look at me. Are you okay?". You said.

The girl looked up hesitantly. The moment your eyes met she looked down again. Did Gojo ask her to do this? "Look, I don't care what anyone else has told you but when you talk to me or help me, you look at me". You said.

"Yes ma'am". She replied and looked up. She looked slightly younger than you.

"Why didn't you look before?". You asked.

"I was told not to".

"By who?". You demanded.

"Ms.Yuri". She replied.

You bit your lip and took a deep breath. "What's your name?".

"Nia…ma'am".

"Nia". You spoke softly. The girl looked terrified and you didn't want to scare her more. "you don't answer to Yuri. Okay? If she does or says anything to you, you tell me okay?".

Nia smiled and nodded her head. "Yes ma'am". She handed you the note and another chrysanthemum.

You looked at the note,

I can't see you now but I'm sure you look beautiful. Hurry up now. I'm waiting for you

"Looks like you were supposed to take me there".

Nia nodded her head and led you.

You walked in an open kitchen facing the backyard and a dining table. The air was warm and smelled of freshly baked cookies.

"Good morning!". Gojo yelled as soon as he saw you walk in. He walked over and wrapped you and Keisuke in his arms. This was the first time you were this close to him. Even Gojo was taken aback by his actions but he went with it. He was holding his whole world in his arms and he was not going to apologize for it. He could feel you stiffen and then relax and smiled when you did not push him back.

He felt warm. His white button down shirt smelled of cookies and you felt safe. Even Keisuke seemed to have relaxed in your arms. You wanted to hold him but had Keisuke in your arms so you just let him hold you instead. You liked this feelin.

Gojo kissed Keisuke and stepped back. “Look what I have here”. Gojo spoke excitedly and brought a baby rocker from under the table. “It’s perfect for 1-3 months old”. Gojo continued.

You looked at him, he looked happy, excited. You returned his smile and bent down to put Keisuke in. You were thankful for this as he was getting heavier and your arms hurt a little.

“When did you wake up?”. You asked Gojo.

Gojo looked at Keisuke and both of them exchanged a look of secrecy. Gojo didn’t sleep for more than three hours last night. Keisuke woke up every two hours and Gojo walked around the room holding him, trying to put him to sleep. At one point, both of them watched youtube videos on how to put babies to sleep. It worked but only for two hours. Gojo understood that it was because of the new environment but he didn’t want to wake you up. You had traveled a lot and needed the rest.

“I woke up a few hours ago”. Gojo replied casually.

“You woke up at six?”. Your eyes widened.

No. He woke up at 5 because he wanted to go to the florist and hand pick the best flowers for you. “Yeah. around that time”. Gojo chuckled. “Now sit down and let me serve you your breakfast”.

You rolled your eyes and took your seat at the table. Gojo brought a huge tray of the most elaborate breakfast you had ever seen. Green smoothies, warm oats and honey, fruits cut in heart shape, blueberry pancakes, waffles and whipped cream.

“I can’t eat all this”. You chuckled.

Gojo smiled. Your smile had all the tiredness leaving his body. “It’s fine. Have as much as you can just don't forget the smoothie. I read that this spinach smoothie is great for mothers with iron deficiency”.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. "You and your daddy and me blog".

You smiled and started the breakfast with Gojo. The morning sun filtered through the large windows and as you discussed the shopping list with Gojo,With Kisuke’s toy tune playing in the background, you realized that this was what you wanted when you were a child. A loving home. Breakfast table conversation about the day ahead, flowers and fruits on the table, someone to look at you how Gojo was looking at you right now. It was peaceful. It was your own little world. Somewhere in the background Keisuke giggled, making both you and Gojo smile and shake your head. You watched as Gojo bent down and played with him. You didn’t know whether he loved you or not, you didn’t know if his words could be trusted when it came to you, but you knew that he loved your son. He would never let anything happen to Keisuke. So was it fair for you to take all of this away from him? You couldn’t live without Keisuke, Gojo couldn’t live without Keisuke, but could both of you live together? You had a month to decide and Gojo had a month to prove himself.

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