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His head is pounding, and the room is swaying slightly, but he doesnât feel that sick⊠and the taste of bile doesnât linger in his mouthâŠ
He tries to remember, but everything is a distant blur⊠he remembersâŠ
Being on Gonâs kneeâŠ
His face feels hotâŠ
He presses his palms to his cheeks; his lips parted open.
He thinks⊠Gon brushed his teeth⊠itâs all fuzzy, but he remembers pressing up to Gonâs chest, and resting his head there, giggling happily.
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So I got new shoes and tried out these new insoles with em and man do my feet fucking hurt
But it made me think ab advice [relative coworker] (and other senior coworkers who have now left) that you can tell right off the bat if we're going to have a good visit or a bad visit from the corporate lady by just looking at her shoes. If she has heels, we will have a bad visit. If she has some form of comfy shoes like sneakers, it's more likely to be a good visit. And it made me think
Goddamn is this bitch a fucking moron and a jackass. Like you KNOW how you feel when you have uncomfortable shoes on. You KNOW that that can be prevented by just wearing sneakers. Fuck you're like a gazillionaire you can afford stylish COMFY SHOES! Why the fuck are you showing up to these visits, which you already know you do not enjoy, with heels?? What kinda fucking idiot are you??
And she still has not personally visited since I started btw it has been prophesied 8 fucking times in a year. Get some better shoes you cranky fucking jackass, maybe then you'll feel like showing up.
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Welcome Home
You surprise Simon at the base instead of being at home. You also think about how far he has come to acceptance.
Warnings: mentions of sexual acts, fluff, dad!simon, angst, pregnancy
âIâve fallen for it, Iâve fallen for it somehow.â
A/N: THE PART TWO DAD!SIMON FROM @ave661 IS KILLLINGGGG ME! Seriously chokehold she has me in ALL the time with her art. đ
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You called Price beforehand, asked him if it was alright to surprise Simon. You wanted to show up at the base with your baby girl waiting for him. Like you always do. Thankfully and full heartedly he agreed, he even added that he is excited to see his niece. On the way to the base you felt excitement as you played music for both you and your baby.
Your baby gabbles as she plays with hanging baby toys on her car seat. Simon has been gone for a month, it has been so long and you were so excited. He missed having her first tooth, which he will be so excited to see.
Once you got you and your child out of the car you headed to the inside of the base. â141 will be landing in 5 minutes maâam.â A man said guiding you to the tarmac. âCaptain Price said to meet them there.â
You followed the solider to the direction of the tarmac. You knew very well where it was at, a year ago you were on the team for 141 but decided to retire once you found out you were pregnant. Memories littered the hallways as you held your baby close.
âNo.â He mumbled as you both stood in your room. He didnât move for a moment, you thought he was going to leave and not come back for hours. Simon doesnât do well with emotions but the last couple of months, he has been able to open up more. Now this. You didnât know how he was going to react let alone what he was going to do.
It was clear, two lines, one word, 6 tests. You and Simon have been in secret for 2 years, established a relationship in a year. You played with your hands as nerves started to kick in. âI thought you were on birth control.â Simon said looking up at you, his eyes only to be shown. The skull mask looking at you.
âI am.â You said your heart slowly hurting, you knew that he never wanted a kid. You knew of his past so this was a joke for the both of you. It was frowned upon when a lieutenant would be sleeping with their sergeant. Hell damn near court marshaled.
Simon looked back down at the tests. He canât. He wonât. His mind racing a million miles an hour. How could he explain this one to Price? How could you hide a belly on the force? Is there a way for it to be a secret anymore? He cursed himself for loving the fact that he could breed you. It was a new found kink, with him thinking of his cum coating your walls. Simon never broadcast it to you. Telling you that seeing a belly got him feral, thinking about how your body would react to his gift. ButâŠItâs justâŠis it too soon? Was he ready? Surely he couldnât be.
âI can getâŠâ
âNo,â He cut you off before looking up at you. âThisâŠNot that. âM,â his voice trailed. No abortion, he wonât put your body through hell just because both of you didnât want to wrap it. âI just-I donât know what to do.â
âI donât either,â You whispered walking slowly up to him. âBut we can figure this out?â
Simon nodded once still looking at the tests. You waited as he stood there and sighed. âWe have to tell Price now.â
âHere is the tarmac,â The solider said breaking you from your thoughts. âIt looks like they have just landed.â
You mumbled a thank you as soldiers came out one by one from the plane. All covered in dirt or blood, tired written on their faces. You frowned knowing that Simon felt the same, it couldnât have gone the way it suppose to.
You smiled as you walked out watching Gaz come out first, happy surprise on his face. He looked to the side of him to see Soap, who smiled at you nodded. Price smiled, heading towards the direction you were before stopping. Simon, walked out last, almost stopped in his tracks.
Smile beaming on his face underneath the skull mask. His girls. He be-lined to you and your baby girl. His heart beating quickly, as excitement coursed through his veins.
Price stood as both of his teammates broke the news. He had his suspicions of them fucking around but not together. He itches his beard as your tears start to mellow out. Simon was not looking at him but folding his arms while leaning against the wall.
It was like two of his kids came home after school to get hounded at. It was amusing if Price wasnât angry. Yes. He was at first, his lieutenant ïżŒand his best sniper in a bit of a bind. She has to be discharged no way will Price NOR Simon let her go out in the field. Especially since they voiced they are keeping the kid.
âWe keep it low,â Price finally spoke watched as both of you looked up. âWe have to slowly discharge you, not try to have eyes on the situation until then. No missions for you.â
You nodded, first time every has he seen you so shy. Timid. Usually you had confidence written all over you. âYes sir.â You mumbled looking away.
Price looked at Simon. âI want to have a discussion with you,â He looked at you as you stared at him. You both are young, younger than him anyway. He seen how Simonâs demeanor changed throughout the years when you came on the force. Of course no one else saw it, but Price did. He always knew. âDismissed Sargent.â
Your baby squealed with delight as she bounced in your arms. âDa! Da!â She yelled as Simon walked over, having heads turn to see the little baby showed her excitement. Simon did take note that she knew who he was and in fact used âdada.â
Simon almost damn near sprinted as he walked up to both of you. You let him take your baby as he grabbed her, she screamed laughed, as he rose her to the air. Holding her sides gently but firm. She is so tiny compared to him, she kicked her feet softly in the air, laughing her little head off. Simon loves that sound, the sound of pure joy coming from her. To the point he didnât give a damn who was around them. Simon was never a shower when it came to his private life, but when she was around wow, he would make sure everyone knew who she was.
Simon sat across the table from you, your bump more noticeable, 6 months to be exact. He still couldnât believe that what was growing inside you was his. Part of him. Something that he would have never thought would be done. Or have. You have become more aware and accepting of having the child. Yet he still hasnât.
âI know it will take time Si,â You said knowing always what he was thinking. Simon snapped his eyes up at you, he felt guilt for sure. You were just honorable discharged and he stayed in the force. âI canât make you feel happy about this. ButâŠBut I know eventually you will.â
He didnât believe you until one night he laid between your legs as you rubbed the back of his head. Simon chuckled lightly at the tv show you were both watching right when it happened,felt a small poke to his head, he froze, you felt him tense. âWhatâŠwhat that?â
You giggled lowly as you rubbed your belly. âItâs the baby,â He still didnât move when he felt it again. âShe moves a lot when you make any sort of noise.â Simon rose slightly, looking up at you, curiously. You grabbed his hand and placed it where she was. His eyes trained on his hand. âSay something.â You whispered.
Simon looked at you unsure before clearing his throat. âUh, hello baby girl.â It took a second before he felt the bump move to his hand. A soft graze. He snapped his eyes up at you and tears brimming your eyes, nodding. Encouraging him to continue. Simonâs eyes started to water, everything hitting, even when she isnât out here she was wanting him. Knowing that he is her dad. And she was his baby.
His hand rubbed your belly. ââIght ass kicker. Iâm happy to hear ya too.â
âHello my angels,â He said as slowly held her close to him. Her head cradled inside of his neck. Her hands gripping his uniform. He placed a hand on the back of her hand holding her close. You smiled as he placed his other gloved hand on your cheek. âWhy ya âere?â
âI couldnât wait at home,â You stated as people passed the both of you. âShe couldnât either,â you bumped your shoulder against his. âTold you it was dada.â You teased talking about the last time you both were on the phone. Her screaming âda da da,â knowing damn well it was her daddy on the phone. Simon would tease and say that she got your intelligence since she was only 5 months.
Simon chuckled rolling his eyes, turning his head as she rose from his shoulder. She started towards his skull mask gripping the bottom of it. âNot yet sweethear,ââ he whispered gently grabbing her hands. âWe are gonna debrief it shouldnât take too long.â
âLass,â You laughed as the scottish came up from behind Simon. Slapping his back. âOh well hello little miss.â He scratched softly underneath her chin. She laughed again shaking her head as she clung onto her dad. âYer playing hard to get now?â He teased and looked at you.
âHey Johnny,â You laughed reaching for your baby. She came to you with ease, which you mentally sighed in relief, hoping that she wouldnât ball her little eyes out when she watched her dad leave. âWe will wait on the cafeteria.â
Simon placed his forehead against yours. âIt will be quick.â He whispered.
You nodded as you watched them all file into the base. Your baby holding onto you cooing. âWhy donât you ever get that excited to see me,â You playfully glared poking her stomach. She giggled swatting your finger away. âBrat.â You laughed taking her and you to the cafeteria.
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Nonviolent Communication - Part One
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Miguel O'Hara x FemReader
Summary: You don't show up to a meeting or report for other duties as a Spider Society member because of your period. Your boss shows up to your apartment.
Word Count: 5,144
Warning: A little bit of angst?/Mention of death
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |
Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight |
Part Nine |
Part One
You were recruited four months ago into the Spider Society. Ever since the beginning, you couldnât help but gravitate towards the leader and founder of the society. You learned quickly about his past and the way he carried himself these days.
Miguel OâHara worked day and night. If he wasnât in his lab working on something, he was out on missions with a select few members or on his own. There were days that you wouldnât even see him. You wondered if anyone did on those days. You told yourself to mind your business. Itâs not like you were friends and you hardly interacted anyway. You were a member of the Spider Society but one of the newest ones. You werenât part of the most trusted members for Miguel.
And yet⊠There was something. You felt a need to look after him. You couldnât understand it. You wanted to chalk it up to interest. Maybe you found his story interesting. How a man had simply replaced a version of himself in another universe to be a father, only to lose her when that universe collapsed. How heartbroken and guilt-filled he was over it. That had to be it, you told yourself. It was just intrigue.Â
You figured that if you just gave in to your interest, it would go away eventually. It would fade away⊠So, you allowed yourself to be interested. You showed up to meetings earlier than anyone else when Miguel scheduled them. You stopped by the cafeteria to pick up coffee cups beforehand and arrived at the meeting earlier. You came in, looking unbothered and uninterested as you placed the cup of coffee in front of him, greeting him.
âThe cafeteria staff gave me another cup, and I didnât know what to do with it,â youâd say as he looked up with an uninterested look on his face.
Youâd walk away and take a seat a few chairs away, picking up the nicely done reports he provided at every meeting. You did this every week with a different excuse each time. You didnât know if he ever wondered why the cafeteria staff gave you so much coffee since that was usually your excuse. You doubted he even cared; you were just another member.
The first few times, you noticed the cup would sit in the same exact spot youâd leave it. Miguel wouldnât even acknowledge it after looking up at you. You still brought it each week. After some weeks, he wouldnât even look up when you placed the cup in front of him on the desk but â he started giving you a small grunt of acknowledgement. Youâd walk away with a little grin, quickly putting it away when you sat down on your usual seat so he wouldnât notice it.
Then about two weeks later, you saw it. As he was going over the reports and listening to Ben Reilly ramble on about his past because of some anomaly he caught that week, he picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. You looked away as you felt his gaze about to turn to you. The reports looked very interesting indeed.
All throughout this, you also started showing up to his lab after he and Jessica requested to see you about a mission. You noticed there was quite a mess of gadgets lying around. You offered to organize it, as it is something you enjoy and are good at. You didnât even know why you offered but Jessica seemed eager about the idea while Miguel frowned.
âOh, come on, Miguel. Some organization around here wouldnât hurt, you know? Look at this mess,â Jessica said looking around, pointing at different areas cluttered with all sorts of tech pieces.
âFine,â Miguel said as he walked away, apparently done with the conversation.
Jessica beamed at you. She seemed to like you a lot since you did your job well and didnât get into any drama. You were like the perfect pupil. You nodded at her, with a warm smile.
So thatâs how you ended up showing up once a week to Miguelâs lab to do some organizing. You show up and organize as he works on something. Sometimes he is up in the air on his platform, going through monitors. You simply greet him as you arrive before you begin organizing and cleaning. Sometimes there is no response, other times there is just a âhmmâ.
These visits have led to Lyla taking a liking to you. She often asks you questions as you work while Miguel is there. You donât know if he pays attention to what Lyla and you talk about. You honestly doubt he even listens. He is always so engrossed in what he is doing.
Lyla definitely makes the time pass faster. It isnât like you wanted it to but the silence in the lab is⊠off sometimes. Lyla asks you all sorts of things like whether you have plans for that weekend, if you enjoy a certain activity because other spider members enjoy it, if you like a certain food, or how missions have gone, etc. It is always something different. You respond to her questions as you work. You are fast and efficient.
You never miss a week, and you are never late as you have made it a habit to show up at the same time. Except this week that is. You started your period and this month is kicking your butt with excruciating cramps and lower back pain. You barely make it to your home after patrolling your city, sliding into bed in pain.
You dig through your nightstand, looking for the specific medicine you take to take care of this even if it makes you extremely drowsy and dizzy. You take it and lie down, hoping it will help right away as you groan in pain. You lie in bed, clutching your stomach. The medicine definitely makes you drowsy and dizzy, but it doesnât seem to help much with the pain. You pass out a few times but wake up again, the pain too much.
Youâre so out of it that you donât notice the time. You donât remember the day. You donât notice the sun out behind your closed blinds. You donât hear a multidimensional portal open in your small apartment living room. You donât register the heavy footsteps that move through your apartment. Your eyes are closed, hands clutching your stomach, soft groans escaping your lips. You donât see the large shadow moving through your room until the last second.
âGo away,â you say weakly, thinking someone has broken into your home.
Despite your pain, despite feeling drowsy and dizzy, your mind still has the time to find this funny. The one day you feel like absolute crap is the day someone decides to break into your apartment. And youâre Spider-Woman! How ironic, you think. Let them take whatever they want, you think, as long as they donât hurt you.
However, you are surprised when you feel a warm and heavy hand pressed to your forehead.
âNo fever,â the voice says stating it as a fact.
You continue to clutch your stomach, eyes closed. Unbeknownst to you as you lay in bed in and out of it, a man is in your apartment. His height towers over you in bed.
Miguel OâHara is in your apartment⊠Checking on you. He stares down at you as you lay in bed. He sees you clutching your stomach and as he observes carefully, he sees no injury. There is no sight of blood either. His eyebrows furrow in confusion. You are clearly in pain but why? He turns to your nightstand, noticing the bottle of pills. He inspects it. PainkillersâŠ
His eyebrows furrow further as he realizes what it could be. He walks to your bathroom to confirm. His suspicion is confirmed when he takes a look at your garbage can, spotting the plastic wraps of feminine products. His suspicion is further confirmed when he sees a pack of feminine products on the counter, ready for easy access.
âCoño,â he says quietly as he realizes his suspicion is true.
He walks out of your bathroom, looking at your shape in the bed. You are still clutching your stomach and soft groans escape from your lips ever so often. Miguel remembers the days he used to take care of his wife before everything collapsed. It was a long time since he had even thought about doing that for a woman, but his mind started remembering everything he did to ease his wifeâs pain each month. He stood there, thinking before he walked out of your bedroom and into the one room that was the kitchen, the living room, and dining room all at once⊠New York apartments, Miguel thought, as he took in your apartment.
You were organized and clean, but that didnât surprise Miguel. You did organize the lab each week with such ease despite Lyla peppering you with questions the entire time. Your apartment was warm with its colors. It gave the impression of someone happy and warm. Miguel noticed a bookshelf in the part of the apartment that plays the living room. It is filled with so many books that you have some stacked horizontally over the vertical ones. An avid reader, Miguel thinks before he heads to your kitchen.
It is clean for the most part except for a plate and a cup. Miguel searches through your kitchen, looking for something specific. He returns to your room, looking through your drawers looking for something else. A few minutes later, he returns to your bedroom. You lay still. Seems that you have passed out at last. With ease, Miguel slides some homemade socks with warm rice under your sweatshirt. He places one on your stomach and the other one on your back.
A satisfied hum escapes your lips, letting Miguel know his idea was somewhat successful despite it being homemade. He gives you one more look before heading out to your living room.
He doesnât even know why he came. All he knows is that you didnât show up to organize the lab like you did each week. You didnât show up to the morning meeting either. Jessica hadnât heard from you in hours and there was no activity from your gizmo.
A few hours later, you wake up from your slumber. You yawn and stretch your body gently. You lay in bed for a few seconds, realizing your pain is gone. Now you just feel the exhaustion that comes from having a period. You sit up in bed slowly, feeling something on your stomach. You look down. Your sweatshirt is tucked into your shorts on both sides. You untuck it and two socks filled with something slide out. You furrow your eyebrows as you lift them up to inspect closer. You bring them to your nose.
âRiceâŠâ you say, recognizing the specific scent of rice. Your eyebrows furrow but you shrug. You donât even remember getting up to make these, but you thank yourself for doing it despite being out of it. You get up from bed slowly and check the time. Itâs already evening. You decide to take a shower to ease your muscles.
Your shower is hot. You fill the bathroom with fog, but it doesnât matter. It makes you feel like a million bucks when you get into fresh clothes, all shower and fresh. You head out of your bedroom to get something to drink and thatâs when you see it. The lamps in the living room are on, there is music playing from your record player. You look confused as you step out further.
âMierda,â you hear an annoyed male voice, causing you to jump a little.
You turn to the voice, located in the kitchen and findâŠ
âMiguel?â you say slowly but with confusion as you find him with his back to you.
He stands in front of one of your kitchen cabinets, holding it open. Thereâs a screwdriver in his hand. He turns around at your voice.
âY/N⊠Youâre awake,â he says turning fully around now.
You take him in. Heâs in his suit as always. Youâve wondered many times if he ever just dresses in casual clothes since heâs always in his suit. He stands tall, of course, and you canât help but think how he makes your already small kitchen look ten times smaller than it is with him standing there. You rub your eyes, making sure this isnât just some hallucination.
âUm- you are here,â you say looking at him again.
Miguel nods, turning back around to the cabinet. You watch as he uses the screwdriver. You remember then. Your loose cabinet that has been a pain in the butt for months now. You look around the place. There were some dishes in your sink, or at least you remember there being some but now theyâre gone. You notice the trash was taken out. Clean dishes were put away. And to your surprise, thereâs food on the stove. Thereâs also a sweet scent lingering in the air that you cannot pinpoint right now. Â
âYou feel better?â Miguel asks, with his back still to you as he finishes fixing the cabinet.
âYes. A lot better, actuallyâŠâ you say as you cross your arms across your chest, finding this situation so strange.
Miguel turns around to face you now. He looks at you before looking down at the screwdriver in his hand. The screwdriver looks like a toy in his hand, you notice.
âYeah, wellâŠâ Miguel starts, looking up at you again. âJessica was worried about you. She said you didnât report to the meeting we had this morning. She asked if you had gone to my lab to organize it and when I told her no, she grew worried something had happened to you since she also noticed no activity from your gizmo. She wanted to come herself and check on you, but the baby kept her busy today. She asked me to come in and check for her.â
I nod, realizing that makes perfect sense. Jessica has grown fond of you after all, you just never realized she was that fond of you.
âWell, thank you for checking in on me for her. Iâll be sure to thank her tomorrow,â you say looking around the kitchen again.
âYou probably shouldnât do that,â Miguel says, putting the screwdriver down on the counter. It looks normal sized again. You raised an eyebrow. âShe doesnât like it when people thank for her⊠caring. If you want to thank her, just get her a coffee and tell her you appreciate her mentorship,â Miguel explains, resting his hands on his hips.
You nod slowly, maybe it was better to just thank her for everything instead of just this act. You sigh.
âI guess youâre right,â you say, scratching your neck softly. âDid she also tell you to fix my cabinet, or did that just bother you so much?â
Miguelâs face remains void of any expression. You wanted to ask about the homemade socks with rice since it became apparent to you that you werenât responsible for them, but you kept your mouth shut.
âI was looking for â rice when I noticed your loose cabinet and other messed up things around here. You have a shitty landlord or something?â he asks, looking around.
You shrug. âYeah, but the rent is good.â
âYouâre not exactly strapped for cash, are you?â
You shake your head. It was true. You had some money. You could afford to move somewhere else where the landlords were better butâŠ
âWhy are you still here then?â Miguel asks.
His question is laced with interest, and you canât help but think about how this is the longest conversation youâve had with him since⊠meeting each other. And even then, that conversation was probably about three minutes long. You avert your gaze from him, looking at the wall nearest to you. Your eyes land on a single picture amongst many.
You lost your Peter three years ago, just like many of your spider colleagues. Losing him has been the hardest thing you have ever experienced. You have been punched till the air was knocked out of you, you have laid in ruble with buildings crushed over you, and you have been on the verge of death many times, but nothing has ever nor will ever compare to the pain and grief of losing Peter.
As you look at the picture of Peter and you, the one you took the first day you moved into this apartment, you think about all the memories in this apartment. It was all the two of you could afford back then but you two loved it. It was your place. It was the first time you were living together, and it didnât matter much that it was a little rundown. You guys just wanted a place to live together. You two made it what it is now. A warm and happy place where you two could come home after a long day of work. You spent hours thinking of how to decorate it. Choosing the right and most affordable couch, choosing the wallpaper, choosing where the furniture went.
In the end, it had turned into a beautiful apartment. It was a haven for the two of you but what mattered the most was that you shared it with him, your Peter. You sigh, feeling overwhelmed by the loss again. You had moved on, of course. You had to. How else would you live otherwise? And you had promised Peter you would. Your mind is overwhelmed by the sudden memories as he laid in your arms. He had been crushed by ruble during an attack by a villain, his body was weak, his eyes glistened as they looked at you. You remember caressing his face and hair. He loved it when you did that. He always said it was the perfect way to soothe his nerves. The perfect way to get him to relax and nap after a stressful day.
Your own eyes were filled with tears as you saw it. The way his life was slowly leaving his body. What hurt a million times more, if it was even possible to hurt that much, was that you knew he knew. He knew that was it. There was no turning back. There was no miracle. There was no secret medicine or miracle serum that could make him get up and walk away from this unscathed. That was it.
You held him in your arms, rubble all around you. He looked at your eyes, his own hazy, as you caressed his face and hair. He gave you a gentle smile as he reassured you, he was okay.
âYou will move on, right, baby?â he asked you, his voice indicating how little time there was left. âYou have to⊠You must promise me you will. This city depends on you.â
You nodded your head and unable to hold them back any longer, your tears spilled down your face. You remember how some of your tears had landed on his pale yet still beautiful face.
âYou must promise me, out loud, darling. Please,â he said, struggling more to get his words out.
âI promise. I promise I will try my bestâŠâ you said, and he had nodded. He looked satisfied with your response.
âYou must continue â you are my hero. You always have been. And you are the love of my life, darling⊠I only wish we had more time. That I had more time to make you happier⊠To make you, my wife. Please â promise me you will be open to other loves,â he had gasped out.
You shook your head. That was impossible. How could you fall for someone else when Peter was the love of your life? Peter, noticing your reluctance, lifted his hand weakly to your face. Despite everything, he was still trying to comfort you. You felt something in you break further. He wiped your tears and gave you a weak yet comforting smile.
âPlease promise me you will allow yourself to love again⊠If there is someone out there that makes you feel like that, please promise me you wonât shut them out. Please, love, promise me,â he said, looking at your eyes and cleaning your tears away.
His voice was weaker, and you noticed his chest was beginning to rise slower and slower. The time was running outâŠ
âI promise I will. I will open my heart if someone comes along but I promise I will never stop loving you, Peter,â you had answered, trying to make him happy in his last minutes. He smiled at you, sweetly, and thanked you. You held him close to you, breathing in his scent. You tried to hold on to his warmth desperately. You clung to him, like you could defend him from Death herself. Like you could defy her this one time.
You cried your soul out as his heartbeat ceased to beat. You cried out as his body became limped in your arms. You cried as his chest stopped moving. You cried, cried, and cried as you held him close to you like your tears and grip could bring him back.
You cursed Death.
You often worried about hurting Peter if something happened to you. You never counted on Peter being the one who left too soon.
You inhale shakily. Your vision has become blurred with tears as you continue to stare at the picture on the wall. You turn around, remembering that Miguel is there. You wipe your tears discreetly. You swallow the lump in your throat, trying to force it down. Otherwise, the moment you speak, your tears will flow. You clear your throat.
âIt doesnât really bother me â and besides, I spend a lot of time out,â you finally say, sounding somewhat normal now. Though the ache is there, deep in your chest. Itâs like someone stabbed you in the heart with a wooden stick and left a small piece of it stuck. It always hurts, it always aches.
Miguel doesnât reply as you turn back around, feeling more in control of yourself. However, you can see something in his eyes. Perhaps understanding? You guessed he probably knew to some extent what had happened to you. It was a canon event for all spider-people. To lose someone.
âHave you eaten anything?â Miguel asks suddenly, dropping the apartment conversation probably for your own sake.
You shake your head. It was hours since you had eaten something. Since yesterday, really.
âThereâs some food here. Let meâŠâ he says trailing off, turning around to get a plate from a cabinet. You canât help but feel a little surprised at how fast he learned his way around the kitchen. Then again, itâs not that large you realize. You approach the kitchen island and take a seat on one of the two island chairs as Miguel turns around with a plate of pasta. Your eyebrows raise in surprise. It is one of your comfort foods. Miguel slides it over to you, gently. A fork is already on it, ready for you.
You slide the plate closer, the scent of it making your stomach growl instantly. Youâre definitely hungry.
âThank you,â you say before you dig in. You canât help but smile with satisfaction. It is amazing. âThis is really good.â
Miguel doesnât say anything, just watches you. You eat some more, feeling a bit self-conscious as you feel his gaze on you, but you ignore it. Or try to.
âSo, are you a really great cook or is pasta one of the few things you can cook?â you ask, slowing down on your eating, trying to fill in the silence.
Miguel shrugs. âMy mother taught me how to cook when I was a teenager. It stuck.â
You nod, still eating. âGreat skill to have, really⊠It helped me and ââ you pause, realizing you were about to mention Peter. You swallow. âIt helped Peter and I when we were in college,â you finish, looking down at your plate.
A hint of a smile forms on your face as you remember Peter and you cooking for the week over the weekends. You guys lived separately but shared groceries to help each other out. It saved you guys a lot of time and money and brought the two of you closer.
âIt is a great skill to have,â Miguel agrees quietly as you continue to eat, looking down at your plate.
You nod silently as you finish eating. You look up at Miguel, heâs looking down at the counter. His hands are flat against the counter, and he looks lost in his own thoughts. You canât help but take this time to look at him. The sight of him in your kitchen is really something. You think about how great he is at these things like looking after a woman when theyâre on their period or cooking. You want to facepalm yourself as you realize itâs obvious he would be good at these things. He did have a wife and daughter at one point, you remind yourself. You look down at your plate.
âOh, I made this for you, too,â Miguel says at last, breaking the silence.
You look up curiously, wondering what else he had made. He turns around towards the stove and you watch carefully as he retrieves a mug from one of the cabinets. Again, you feel surprised seeing how he knows exactly where to find what heâs looking for. It disappears from your view in front of him and you hear him pour something. He turns around again, holding one of your mugs. Whatever it is, is hot as you can see steam from the top. He sets the mug down on the counter and slides it over to you. Again, his movements are gentle. You lean forward and reach for it.
âCareful. Itâs hot,â he warns, as you pull the mug towards you gently.
The scent fills your nostrils quickly and you recognize the sweet scent that met you earlier when you exited your bedroom. You look up at him.
âCanelita,â you say, grinning.
Miguel nods. âGrowing up, my mom said it helped with cramps. It used to help myâŠâ he trails off.
You nod. âYeah, my grandma used to say that, too.â You pause as you inhale the sweetness of cinnamon. âThank youâŠâ you reply, with sincerity, still meeting his eyes.
Miguel only nods. You drink the warm liquid, enjoying the warmth that spreads down your throat, chest, and finally your stomach. As it settles in your stomach, you feel warm and cozy.
Miguel clears his throat then and looks down at his gizmo. âWell â I should get going. I have some things to catch up on,â he says turning his attention back to you.
You nod as you place the mug on the counter gently and get up. He walks out of the kitchen portion and heads to the middle of the room. He starts clicking on his gizmo, presumably starting a multidimensional portal. You walk towards him, leaving some distance, of course. He looks up at you as the portal appears in the middle of your apartment behind him.
You clear your throat. âHey â I just wanted to say thank you⊠For everything. I know Jessica asked you to check up on me, but you did much more than that. I truly appreciate it,â you say, hoping that youâre fully expressing how grateful you are.
You canât help but think about how youâd probably still be in bed right now. Miguel nods.
âItâs no problemâŠâ Miguel replies, though he looks like he wants to say more. You watch, waiting but he just stares back with little emotion until he nods at you and turns around. He starts walking into the portal. The bright lights coming from the portal create shadows in your apartment. You watch wordlessly until he looks behind his shoulder. âDonât forget â donât mention it to Jessica. She can be weird about being thanked sometimes.â
You nod. âI wonât bring it up, no worries. Thank you again. Enjoy your night!â you call out and he just nods before he disappears into the portal. The portal disappears a few seconds after him, taking away its shadows with it.
You sigh as you stand there for a few more seconds before taking a seat again on the counter island. You drink more canelita, still cherishing the warm feeling. You look at the stove. Everything is in containers and thereâs no sight of dirty pans, pots, or utensils.
âCooked and washed the dishesâŠâ you say to yourself before taking a sip again.
Your attention turns to the cabinet you found him fixing earlier. You get up and walk towards it. You open it with no issue. You think about all the little nicks this kitchen has. Like the drawer that doesnât come out fully or the other cabinet door that makes a noise every time you open it. Curiosity gets the best of you because before you know it, you are pulling said drawer. Your lips part in surprise as the drawer fully slides out without issues. You check the other cabinet door. No sound.
You sigh as you look around, your eyes landing on the containers. One of them is full of leftover pasta and the other one contains the canelita. Your thoughts are interrupted as you hear your gizmo go off. You turn in the direction it came from, trying to remember where you left it last night. You are usually very careful with it but last night you barely made it through the door.
You find the gizmo on the console table in the living room section of your apartment. You realize there are a few messages from your colleagues like Hobie, Miles, Ben, and Jessica. You quickly reply to the first three who asked about your whereabouts before you move to Jessicaâs. You realize she sent multiple messages all ranging from asking how your last mission went to why you werenât answering to asking if you were okay. The last one makes you stop. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you read it.
âOkay⊠You havenât replied to any of my messages. Do I need to send someone to check on you? Youâve been MIA all day. Let me know youâre okay!!â
You look up towards where the portal was opened just minutes ago. You shake your head and reply to Jessica, notifying her about what happened. You leave out Miguel though. You put away your gizmo in its usual spot and look around your apartment, thinking. The lamps in the living room section are still on, the record player has stopped playing, however.
âHm.â
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Might do part two. If it matters, I listened to "Nonviolent Communication" from the ATSV album as inspiration. Such a lovely song for Miguel, I think.
Translation for italicized words:
Coño - fuck (it varies by country)
Mierda - Shit
Canelita - a tea made out of cinnamon sticks
I love Miguel O'Hara. That's all.
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hii uhh, i had a little idea that id like to share if thats ok, it might be quite triggering tho so be warned âŒïž
a sinner demon reader thats based on a teddy bear, because theyre too soft and mushy personality-wise, and they ended up in hell due to being suicidal. like their whole body is covered in stitches thats supposed to be a metaphor for sh scars
do whatever u want with that info, u can even ignore it if u like, have a nice day â€ïž
Hazbin Hotel Cast with a Teddy Bear!Sinner Reader
Includes: Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty, Sir. Pentious, Cherri Bomb, Alastor.
A/N: this is such an interesting idea! Iâm going based on my own experiences as someone like this, along with research. I appreciate you for trusting me with this <3 I definitely WILL make a p2!! Might write for this sinner more tbh I loved writing them!! I thought you meant a child and I wrote that Iâm so sorry đ
Charlie Morningstar
She truly didnât understand why you were in hell.
You are such a sweetheart! She adores you.
When you showed up to the hotel one day, without clothes and covered in stitches, she was immediately worried.
She took you in and washed you up as best as she could.
You were like a child! Why were you even here?
She was happy that you wanted to be redeemed, however.
She became a mother figure to you.
You go to her when youâre sad and you hug her frequently.
She traces your scars sometimes and you two share a silent moment together.
A silent moment of understanding.
She loves picking you up and holding you!
She hugs you like youâre an actual teddy bear.
Sheâs the one you go to for emotional things.
Sheâs good at comforting you. She somehow knows what you wanna hear at all times.
Vaggie
She became a secondary mother figure to you.
She was Charlieâs girlfriend, so of course she was.
She understood your situation and was pissed heaven casted a sweetie like you because of your lowest point.
Sheâs the more levelheaded one.
Sheâs the one who gives you advice and stuff like that. While Charlie is the more emotionally supportive one, Vaggie is the more mature and steady one.
She also traces your scars. Even if you donât like them, she tells you youâre beautiful no matter what.
When you told her more of your story, she almost cried.
A child feeling this way broke her to pieces. Especially since you were so soft.
Other than the sad stuff, she loves cuddling you.
You, her, and Charlie sometimes have cuddle sessions with you in the middle because youâre so warm + soft + squishy.
She would kill anyone for you. Youâre just so adorable!
She tries to teach you to fight but gives up when you donât want to hurt anyone.
Angel Dust
Honestly, he saw himself in you.
A lost, scared, and lonely child. You didnât know the cruelties of the world, aside from those cruelties in your mind.
He tries his best to comfort you. Heâs not the best with words, but heâs always there for you.
He calls you sugar bear! He loves you to death.
He would go to the ends of hell for you.
He treats you like he wished to be when he was the same way.
You two share a lot of similarities, so you bond well.
He nearly cried when you told him your stitches were scars from sh.
He embraces you any time he can.
He tries to be the parental figure he needed so you can have a better life, somewhere no one would judge you.
Husk
Heâs stubborn, like a dad. He acts like one too.
A hardheaded, yet sweet dad.
Heâs like the father you never had. Or did have. Whichever.
Heâs the bartender, so he knew how to comfort.
But when you told him your story, he almost broke.
You two definitely sing some sort of song together. Maybe Angel or Vaggie joins.
He cuddles you and hides you with his wings.
If you give him baby doe eyes, he might just take you on a flight.
Husk is SUPER protective over you. Heâs very similar to Vaggie in a way when it comes to protection.
He gives you good advice but he still hides behind his tough guy exterior.
He doesnât understand why youâre down here, even if you tell him. Youâre so sweet!
Either way, he adores you.
He loves patting your head and messing with your fuzzy ears.
Might even boop your nose once or twice.
Late night talks.
He probably talked you down from trying to commit again.
Niffty
Another tiny person! Yay!
Youâre not a bad boy. She may be a psycho, but she would never call you bad.
Actually, she did once and felt bad once you cried.
She likes to hang out with you since youâre both tiny!
She cuddles and hugs you like youâre her stuffed animal.
Bug killers! Even if you donât wanna kill bugs, sheâs dragging you along anyways.
She tries to hide her needle from you since Husk told her what your stitches meant.
Alastor has to babysit both of you basically.
You and her do almost everything together! Youâre best friends!
She sneaks into the kitchen and grabs you both snacks so you can watch a movie.
She makes you sleep in her bed sometimes so she can cuddle you.
Sir. Pentious
Heâs a dad. Or, he was.
He treats you like he wishes he treated his son before he passed.
He acts like your father. An awkward father, but he still tries.
He also protects you.
Expect him to curl his tail around you and cuddle you when youâre sad.
He literally cried when you told him your story.
He tells you anytime he can that itâs not your fault. Your stitches are still beautiful.
Best girl dad ever.
Buys you anything he wants, even if heâs broke. (Except sharp things)
He teaches you some things about inventing!
You made him a little metal flower and he was so overjoyed. He took it with him everywhere.
He still remembers you, even if heâs in Heaven now.
Cherri Bomb
Chaotic auntie energy.
She would do ANYTHING for you.
She picks you up and places you on her hip like a baby.
She loves your ears! She also adores how sweet you are.
She wouldnât admit it, but youâre the cutest thing sheâs ever seen.
Even if you tell her your story, she wouldnât see you differently. Youâre a child, a child who went through so much.
Hangouts with her and Angel are a MUST.
They try to avoid doing the normal around you and focus on fun time.
She took you with her when she had a territorial fight one time and you almost cried.
She felt so bad that she bought you anything you wanted for a week.
She did anything you wanted to do, even if Husk or someone else said no to you.
Basically, if you wanted something, you went to her.
Alastor
Heâs not one to like kids, really.
He was, however, kinder to you.
He did anything to protect you.
He was like your insane uncle.
He was the one who taught you how to use your abilities. Maybe to help you, or to manipulate you when you grow.
He made you jambalaya once and it became your favorite dish to share with him!
He introduced you to radio and he was happy that you loved it.
He started bringing you to his studio whenever he did a radio show.
He took you to an overlord meeting once. Thatâs how you met Rosie.
He pats your head like a dog lol.
Donât expect him to be emotionally available. But he will be there to have fun sometimes.
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T!!! do you ever wonder what itâs like to lose your virginity to Gojo? personally, I think heâd be so sweet but heâd tease here and there just to make you cry a little đ
a/n: fem!reader, discussions of losing virginity (both you & gojo), oral f! receiving, fingering, p -> v sex, praise and soft dom dynamics, protected sex, aftercare
losing v-card w/ gojo i think would be def sweet !!! ok for me theres like two versions: the ver where youre both virgins and losing it to each other and the other where u are the virgin. i would think gojo as a virgin is cute and clueless, but he learns fast enough, BUT when its the two of you being virgins itâs just so adorable bc you guys are still new to this and intimacy feels so weird and stuff. you bump heads the first time you try to kiss, gojo isnt sure what to do past making out
you figure it out together, you both have weird perceptions of what sex was bc you heard it from your friend and gojo sometimes watches p*rn but it doesnt rlly have that same kick. he also doesnt want to hurt you. virgin gojo gasps at everything lol when u first remove ur shirt and he sees your breasts. gasp. removes ur pants and sees u in underwear. gasp. pulls your underwear away from you. loudest gasp known to man.Â
compliments you a lot, but sometimes he uses the terms in a weird way âyou have such⊠symmetrical labia, babe!â like WHAT. ? its endearing that hes trying his hardest but also ⊠đdude. like i said he learns fast enough but in the dynamic where u are both losing the v-card to each other you two are a lot more reserved and nervous! lots of mistakes, mishaps, you thought u could suck dick but you gagged and you had to take a min against his thigh to just rest. you two talked like his dick wasnt in ur hand the whole time đđ it was funny
even with the penetrative sex, gojo bought like flavoured lube and ate a bit just to try it and youre panicking when he tips his head back and squeezes the lube into his mouth HELPPP like yes its safe to put in ur mouth just ⊠dont. clumsy and a whiner, cums really fast into the condom and pouts when it ends like bitch u didnt even make me cum yet ! apologises profusely and proceeds to eat u out like you deserve. this second time is infinitely better hes getting good!!
okay virgin reader on the other hand .. yes! he would be so sweet (my fav), and be a soft dom but his playful antics and comments sometimes catch you off guard. a lot of dirty talk to ease into it and a lot of praise but also he emphasises for you to tell him if anything hurts or if youre not feeling it any more. is very skillful with his hands and makes you beg long before the real thing
âmy hands feel nice, yeah?â as heâs kissing down your body and his hands wander, they stay above the water for quite a while, just feeling you up but once youre comfy youre nodding to him and he says âi need a verbal yes, darlingâLIKE STOPPP BEFORE I FALL IN LOVE W U ⊠he cares about ur consent and being vocal in what you want. hums a lot when he sees u in all your glory, smiling to himself when ur shirt first comes off and your perky tits are just begging to be played with. takes his time, a lot of body worship!!! says stuff like âdont be shy, i dont bite.. unless you want me toâ to tease you but is so gentle w/ your body
makes u cum first on his tongue too, like at least thrice for u to know what you like in bed, but also to show u that your partnerâs pleasure always comes first in the case for guys bc if ure not worshipping and groaning abt ur girls pussy .. what r u even doing atp? is pretty lenient when giving you oral with u as a virgin, doesnt want to overwhelm you so his ministrations are slow. hes also still getting to know your body, what makes u cum and the sensitive parts on ur body, âohâŠ? you like it when i do that?â, âdoes my sweetness like my fingers in her?â, âpussy looks so perfect, doing so wellâ is pretty goofy for your first time, sometimes cracking jokes in between too.
also deprives u of ur orgasm just to see how youd react to it since its ur first time and will apologise with kisses. u wouldnt put it past him to do it again when ure more familiar tho but since this is an introduction to ur body of some sorts heâll be nice <3 doesnt let u suck him off on the first, always, heâs prioritising you
talks you through as he slips in. before when he was hooking up and fucking around he never liked to fuck people who are virgins just cause he doesnt like to see the pain on their face. it hurts, a lot, you have to admit, and gojo lets you take all the time in the world to scratch at his back, hold onto his arms, breathing with you as he inserts his cock inch by inch. satoru on the other hand is.. going insane by his standards. u just feel so warm and tight inside he has to do everything not to slam into you, and while he hates that the tears at the corner of ur eyes was bc of him, heâs desperate to see you crying in pleasure next time
âthatâs it, baby, you need to breathe.â, âbottominâ out soon, you okay?â, âgood job, sweets, you took all of me!â does the jokes even thru penetrative sex just to see you laugh. the first thrusts r also pretty painful or rather uncomfortable, gojo kisses you to distract you from the pain when his hips move, âitâll lessen soon okay? youâll be moaning soon enoughâ you trust gojo, nodding into the kiss before your pussyâs pretty much accustomed to his dick in you and the pleasure settles in and hes all âthere we goâŠâ hes grinning so largely it scares you a little but his hips pick up pace just a bit more and youre having the time of your life. praise praise praise !!! so much of it. youâre cumming soon enough and gojo tries to memorise the way ur pussy feel bc he doesnt want to push u past ur limit, but is surprised after when you change positions and start riding him, hiding your shy face in his neck
teehee. it takes a while to get better ofc, gojo is rlly big that u still need time to adjust but that first time will always stick w you bc of how caring he was đ did aftercare like a pro too, cleaned you up in his bathroom, washed your hair and let you wash his body, wiggled his eyebrows and teased you about having shower sex, lots of kissing in the shower and everything was very soft. u slept like a baby that night
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Here me out on this:
Boothill with his s/o who has stuck by his side all this time from back when he was still human, to his early days of being a cyborg (those days were the darkest but they were his shining light) till now. His s/o who has been so patient and understanding with him, reassuring Boothill that they love him no matter what he thinks of himself (he definitely hides how insecure he is deep down). With all that in mind, this makes Boothill go âYeah figure I might as well propose to themâ because his s/o is the only person heâd ever want to spend the rest of his life with. <333
-Sugarcube anon
OW SUGARCUBE ANON IT HURT SO BAD BUT ALSO HURT SO GOOD đ
Honestly the realization that you've been with him through all of this would hit him on a completely random day, seeing you do something absolutely normal and mundane. Boothill is just sitting there, watching you cook or sew clothes you've meant to for a while, and then... It clicks.
Oh the innocent days back then, when it was all the same, except.. for when he looked down, and saw some scars, cuts or actually seeing his chest rise and fall when he took and released his breath; when that pesky hands of yours tickled him relentlessly, making him unable to hold the laughter that echoed through the room. When he still could feel his own voice vibrate in the depths of his throat.
Even when Boothill opened his eyes and noticed the new weight of his body, the buzzing sounds whenever he stretched his hard, metal fingers for the first timeâ
You remained by his side.
You remained through his first baby steps, that no longer bore the resemblance of a human. You still kissed him goodnight and wanted him to embrace you from behind, even though the weight of his new arm felt slightly jarring on your side. You still kept saying the words that he won't ever get tired of.
"I love you."
The words seemed to have left Boothill's mouth by themselves with no prior warning.
"What?" Your eyelashes flutter in surprise, stopping you in your tracks; your eyes gaze at his in confusion, encouraging him to speak further.
Boothill only stares at you back, his mouth slightly agape. There's a small glimmer in his widened eyes.
"Boothill? Are youâ"
"Marry me."
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heyyy, can i request good old enemies to lovers with so much angst but ends with fluff with sirius??? maybe they used to be friends before and Sirius just suddenly turned cold? and the reader was giving the same energy and all they do is bicker and one time the reader just burst out about how siri is being a prick and then it ends with confession?? it's very long đđim sorry
Hey guys!!! Sorry Iâm going through requests VERRRRY slowly atm but please feel free to leave requests in my inbox for me to get round to <3 love u all so much
Also, I included reader seeing Regulus as a little brother figure and looking after him, because I canât not :-( sorry if it puts u off the fic!!
(CW: LOTS of angst, child abuse from walburga, sad Sirius, sad Regulus, Sirius being cold and cruel to cope with loss, basically the reader being the black brotherâs best friend, ends with fluff<3)
âI used to love you.â ~S.O.B
{you were from a pure blood family, best friends with Sirius Black. You comforted him through his motherâs cruelty, and fell in love along the way. Until Sirius ran away, leaving you to protect his little brother from harm out of the love you still held. Now, when you see him in school, you give him a reciprocated glare. But why does he hate you?}
âSirius, come here!â Came the harsh, threatening voice of Walburga Black, she sounded angry, really angry, and you watched Sirius tense, looking up from the book you were reading together. His eyes were wide, face whiter than usual, holding much more terror than a little boy should ever have to endure. You put a hand on his shoulder, warming him in this cold house. âHey, itâs fine. Whatever happens, you can come back up to me after. Iâll take care of you.â You told him. You may have been only children at the time, but the way Sirius nodded and his silver eyes softened and glittered with tears, you knew you had a certain way with him.
Alone in Siriusâs room, you played with your hands, shoulders stiff as you listened to the mother scream ruthlessly at her son, trying not to picture the broken, guilty, vacant expression you knew would be adorning Siriusâs tear-stained face. You couldnât hear Siriusâs responses to Walburgaâs yelling, you knew he froze up when he was scared, so heâd be mumbling in response. âI DONT CARE IF YOUR FRIEND IS UPSTAIRS. YOU ARE A DISGRACE ALREADY!â She yelled. You had to cover your ears when gut-wrenching cries and wails started to echo up the stairs. Walburga was using the crucio curse on her son. Again.
~~~
Soon, the screams ceased and Sirius rushed up the stairs and into his room where you still sat. He slammed the door desperately, and crumbled to the floor beneath it, shaking like a leaf and loud sobs starting to make his small back heave. You leaped off of his bed and knelt beside him. Hesitantly, you reached out to touch his back, but he flinched away from you with a sharp, choked gasp. That was when the first crack painfully sliced its way through your heart. To see your best friend weak and bawling on the floor of his bedroom, scared of even you, was an agonising feeling. Eventually, Sirius realised you wouldnât hurt him, and wiggled into your lap, crying quieter now. His head found its way into your neck as he cried, and you could feel his wet tears snaking down your skin.
âSirius, Iâm here.â You whispered into his disheveled black curls. At that, you felt his body weaken in your lap. Before you knew it, he was asleep ontop of you, your arms wrapped around him. He stirred, turning slightly, slipping down your body so his head lay comfortably on your chest, and your face scrunched in both pity and guilt. A puddle of thick crimson blood stuck his hair to his pale forehead. You hated yourself for not being able to stop his mother from hurting him. Watching his body rise and fall with each peaceful breath he took as he slept, you spat on your sleeve and wiped the blood away, earning a harsh twitch and broken whimper from the raven-haired boy. He deserved nothing but peace.
With Sirius draped over your body like a snow-white blanket, hair splayed over you like heâd claimed you as his own bed, the door creaked open. You tensed, holding Sirius tighter, ready to give anything to protect him if Walburga showed in the door, but instead, a small frame appeared. Regulus. âOh, Regulus.. did the shouting scare you?â You ask softly. The boy nods. Heâs the spitting image of his big brother. âIs Siri okay?â He murmurs, rubbing his eye. You nod. âCâmere.â
Regulus tucks himself into the crook of your arm, head laying on the flesh of your shoulder. With big eyes mirroring Siriusâs, he peers up at his brother. âHeard mama shouting at him. He breaked something, I think.â Regulus explains shyly. âMh. Your mother isnât kind to Sirius. She isnât kind to you either.â You say, more to yourself than him. He still nods in agreement. You stroke Siriusâs hair as he shifts in his sleep. âIâll get you both out one day. And⊠and me and Sirius can get married. And you can be the best man-â you describe your fantasy to the small boy, who has a wonderful smile creasing his little face, eagerly listening to each and every detail of the life he hoped to one day live.
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You were now both in hogwarts. Over the years, Sirius had become rebellious, learning to fight back to his mother, but this always resulted in the crucio curse, which resulted in him collapsing in your arms. You were, admittedly, all he had. You and his little brother, who heâd noticed following the path of his parents. He hated the fact that regulus was so obedient to their inane beliefs. He hated it. It was only you who could calm his rushing mind.
It took only one night for everything to change. You werenât over at his house, so he was alone, and he had a particularly bad row with his mother. After using the crucio curse on the boy until his thin limbs were tangled and trembling on the ground, his jet black curls tangled and his bitten-raw lip quaking like a childâs. While he was in this state, his mother mocked him. All he wanted was to be in the safety of your arms right now. He knew that although you came from a pure-blood family, you were not evil. You were good. You were like him, but braver. Kinder.
That night, Sirius knew he couldnât live in this house anymore. He packed a bag full of clothes, essentials, and was unable to resist taking Regulusâs old teddy bear, an old shirt of yours and a necklace that was matching with you. He tied up his dark hair and slipped on his leather jacket. Heâd grown out his hair because his parents didnât approve of it: he wore the jacket simply because his parents didnât like the 70s-rocker look. Heâd do anything to escape those sleek black suits, hair styled tidily, silver and jewels everywhere he looked. In this house, he was nothing but a decoration, so he vowed to make his appearance undesirable to his parents. But, you always thought it suited him. While he crept silently down the corridor, boots hardly making a sound on the fancy patterned carpet, he heard a creak. His heart stopped. Fuck, he thought. Its mum. Iâm never getting out. Oh, god, Iâm never getting out.
âSiri?â
A small voice asked. It was Regulus. Sirius spun around where he stood to see an unruly mop of black curls matching his, framing a pale, soft face that didnât at all suit the bitter yet elegant brutality of his family. âReg.â was all Sirius could squeak.
ââŠyouâre leaving arenât you?â
ââŠyeah.â
âOh.â
Regulus looked at his feet. He looked back up at his older brother.
âIâll be by myself, Sirius.â
Siriusâs jaw clenched. He fought back the tears.
âIâm sorry, Reggie. I love you.â
Regulusâs daintily perfect face crumpled. âYou canât go, Siri, I donât-.â He swallowed. âI donât want to be alone. Not with them.â Sirius opened his arms. His little brother crashed into them like heâd disappear if he wasnât fast. âIâm sorry, reg. I love you, but I canât stay.â He murmured. Regulus was now sobbing into his shoulder. Sirius felt like the worst person on earth. He needed to get to Jamesâs house before his mother woke up. âRegulus, I have to go.â He told him, petting the back of his head. Regulus suddenly pushed his brother back. Sirius recognised this; the anger that reg was displaying. When he was the same age, when he felt vulnerable, he disguised it with anger. He still did. âF-fine. Go. I donât need you.â Regulus spat, his glistening silver eyes betraying him. âYouâre⊠youâre really⊠really mean, Sirius, you know that?â He tried to hiss, but it turned out as a cracked whimper. Sirius felt his heart shatter in his chest. Stinging tears dripped down his cheeks.
âI love you, Regulus.â
ââŠâ
Regulus walked to his room.
~~~
Sixth year.
Sirius had decided that he couldnât hurt you anymore. With him leaving home, being a blood traitor, he knew heâd only cause you trouble. He couldnât bare the thought of it. Little did he know heâd be doing just that.
When break had ended, youâd gone to greet your best friend. âSirius! Iâm sorry I didnât see you much over the holiday, god, howâs regulus? Are you-â your shoulders clashed together as he continued walking. much to your confusion, he walked straight past you with the icy glare of his father. ââŠSirius?â You tried again, catching up with him and grabbing onto his shoulder. The physical contact from the person he loved most hurt like the touch of searing iron, and he flinched away. âFuck off! Canât you just.. just fucking go away?â He growled. His silver eyes were a stormy grey, he hated himself more as he watched your face fall. âWhat..?â You breathed, looking so heartbroken. He hated himself for making you hurt as well as his little brother.
He hated himself, he hated himself, he hated himself.
Trying to soothe the ache in his chest, he rushed past you. He left you standing in the ruins of what he had torn down.
From then on, everything changed.
~~~
Sirius Black was not your best friend anymore. He was cold and unresponsive, shooting you murderous glares whenever you saw him. Heâd make offensive comments at you when he came close enough to communicate with you, and it confused you immensely. What happened to the boy who came to you for comfort? Who cried in your arms and begged you to keep him safe and warm? What happened to your boy? Your best friend? Only god knows.
You didnât even know Sirius had run away until your parents informed you that you couldnât go around to the Blackâs house anymore. This had sparked a heated argument. âWhat? He ran away? He didnât tell me!â Youâd exclaimed. âYes. To the Potterâs house, we hear. Walburga has burned his picture off of the tapestry, and-â
âWait, what? I canât go round anymore? What about Regulus?â
âNo. Walburga doesnât allow guests to see her children anymore.â
âWhat? No, no, no, I need to see Reg. come on, Dad, he needs me!â
Long story short, your argument was to no avail. You couldnât see Regulus. You couldnât protect him from his parentâs wrath like you had his brother. Alike Sirius, you spent some of your nights lying awake thinking about Regulus, alone and cold in that hellish house, and most of your night thinking about Sirius, and what you did to make him despise you so.
Soon enough, You and Regulus had fixed your relationship, and many nights youâd find yourself singing the youngest Black brother to sleep. You could comfort him from within the walls of hogwarts where his mother couldnât hurt him. Even when Sirius hated you, you cared for his brother like he was your own.
~~~
At first, youâd tried to coax Sirius into talking to you. Youâd stood with tight lips while he insulted you, and listened to his hateful, meaningless rants. You noticed how his friends, James, Peter and Remus, stopped egging him on when it came to you, and started nudging him or trying to distract him, as if heâd say something heâd regret. But youâd come to think that Sirius black was remorseless.
You werenât sure why heâd switched up on you, become so mean. You did, however, decide that you would be just as harsh right back to him. You knew you could never bring yourself to hate him. He owned your heart, whether you liked it or not. You learned to hate that you couldnât help that.
It had soon been a year. One torturous year of finding your spells book torn to shreds, looking at dark eyes that you once knew so well only to see an unrecognisable boy. The smirk that once brought warmth to your chest now opened a bottomless pit in your stomach. With each day, you ached more and more. So did he. Sirius loathed himself indescribably. He knew that if he told you, even after the torture heâd subjected you to, youâd kiss his forehead like old times and tell him it was okay. Tell him that he was good, and heâd never be like his parents, and that you were there for him. You were an amazing person, and he was horrible. But he couldnât drop his facade now.
You were just trying to study when a voice youâd come to find agitating and grating permeated the silence of the library. âOoh, little blood supremacist⊠what you studying? Dare I say dark magic?â Rolling your eyes, you slammed the textbook shut. âshut up, Black. You came from quite the same roots.â âMaybe: but I was brave enough to get out. I was good enough to get out.â He retorted with a grimace. Looking up to meet his cold gaze, you noted that his creased white shirt was unbuttoned, his crimson and gold tie hanging loose over his shoulders, only curls pinned up carelessly with his wand. A dangerous hairstyle, for sure.
âWould you give it a break? I was the reason you didnât go crazy in that house.â
âI did go crazy in that house.â
âYeah, I can fucking tell.â You said with a scoff. He pulled away your notebook. âSo, have you got the dark mark yet? Godric knows youâll be ecstatic-â âwhy are you such a dick, Sirius?!â You yell hoarsely, jumping to your feet. His eyebrows furrowed at your outburst. Slightly, his eyes softened at the sight of your glassy ones, brimming with unshed tears. He said nothing, lips parted. âYouâre.. youâre a fucking prick. I never did anything to you.â Turning away to hide your face which had turned pink as it did when you were about to cry, You started upstairs to your dormitory.
~~~
knock, knock, knock.
Someone rapped on your dormâs door.
Knock, knock, knock, knock. Knock, knock. Knock.
Someone was incredibly impatient. You used the palm of your hand to dry your eyes slightly and sniffled. âWhat? Who is it?â You croaked. A voice answered, âplease can I come in?â You frowned. This time, it was a voice you knew. You recognised it, broken and weak, pained, yet honey-smooth all the same. That was your Sirius. Your heart hurt again knowing youâd never have him back, not fully. You fully believed this was another of his cruel pranks.
âCome in.â You mumbled.
As Sirius muttered your name, you felt you were transported back to your childhood. When youâd play and read together. Laugh and smile. âWhat do you want, Black.â When you said that, his lip twitched, face scrunching slightly. He looked as if the words physically pained him. With that expression painted on his face, he looked just like he did as a child. Except now, his hair was longer, his face more angular, more beautiful. âDonât call me that. Please.â He begged, voice cracking with emotion. You looked up at him with a waning expression of anger. âWhy not? You have been awful to me, I will call you what I choose.â You say. He whimpers pitifully.
He shuts the door behind him. You hear him mumble something. âWhat did you say, Black?â
âIâm in love with you.â
Your body is tense. Everything is silent. You have one question.
âWhy were you so angry with me when you left?â
He hesitated, before answering as raw and truthful as he can. âBecause I was stupid. I knew nothing but that I loved you. And I hated myself, and I couldnât hurt you any further.â
âWhat? Hurt me? Hurt me how?â
âI burdened you all those years, with my weeping and pathetic pleas for comfort after my mother hurt me. When I could only feel safe shrouded in your warmth. I needed you. And I need you now. Iâve loved you since the moment I met you.â
Nothing felt real. You reached a hand out, and Sirius lowered himself so that his cheek rested in your palm. It was cold.
âYouâre cold.â You stated blankly.
âIâm fine.â He protested.
You pulled him into your bed. Seconds later, you stretched out your arms. With a sob of relief, Sirius fell into your embrace. He cried silently into your neck for a while, reminiscent of the time you helped him as a kid, except this time you were both much bigger. You pet his hair affectionately, a tear sliding from your eye. âI missed you so much. Iâm so, so in love with you. You donât even need to love me back. I just⊠need this.â He said, voice muffled as he presses his face into your shoulder.
ââŠI never stopped loving you.â You admit, pulling him in closer.
~~~
You both spoke through the night, smiling and laughing and talking, telling secrets and jokes and all of the inbetween. He was so beautiful in the dim light of the lamp in your dorm. He was so beautiful anywhere. âYouâre so beautiful.â He whispered, sounding lovesick and dazed. You laughed softly. âYou donât even know how beautiful you are. But that doesnât matter to me.â You kiss his forehead, before pulling back and looking deep into his eyes. âYou are good.â He practically melts into you.
Sirius falls asleep safe in the crook of your arm, and you fall asleep with one arm under him and the other around his waist, with the peace of mind that you can protect him always, now. Your boy. Your Siri.
You looked down at him, running your fingers through the roots of his hair. He moans lowly in satisfaction, practically purring as he presses himself against you. âNow we can get married: with Reggie as the best man, just like we dreamed. With a pretty house and a four-poster bed.â You said, a sweet, hopeful smile gracing your lips.
âMmmh.â Sirius groaned sleepily. âAs long as we can christen that bed.â He added, eyes still closed, with that stupid Sirius Black smirk on his face. You scoff, hugging him closer, before falling asleep yourself.
~~~
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Could you do like rafe x crybaby!reader and like she is just so cute and rafe is trying to protect her of everything in the world but she endâs up hurt or sm and rafe comforts her?
pretty please and thank you
btw, sorry if this is bad or sm my brain is not working well today đż
of course honey! thank you for the request! I love this.
i finally did a good fic without deleting half of it đ
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you were known as a crybaby. when it came to wanting anything, and rafe would say no, the flood gates would burst.
But it wasnât so often that rafe would say no.
Youâre his spoiled little girl. You couldnât take no for an answer, you didnât even know what no meant.
you are always holding his hand, sitting next to him.
when heâs talking to berry or topper youâre on his lap nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck, and soon falling asleep right on top of him.
When it came to it, he would try to move you. You would just whine and holding onto him.
âcâmon baby, letâs go, you need a nap.â he says, lifting you up while saying goodbye to the boys.
you hold onto him, as his hands and holding onto the bottom of your thighs, while your arms are wrapped around his neck and your cheek on his shoulder with your eyes closed.
you were used to be carried when you didnât feel like walking, or when you were tired. rafe didnât mind it, he liked having a little pillow princess.
he opened the passenger door with one hand, pushing the seat back so you can lay down in his truck.
âeasy there, now. there you go angel.â
he helps you with your seat belt, but you just turn over on your stomach and close your eyes. it wasnât long until you heard the driver side door open and smell rafes cologne, the same one you bought him for his birthday last month.
ârafeyâ you murmur as the car starts up and he starts to drive on the road.
âwhat is it princess, whatâs the matter?â he asks, not even looking at your tired figure but keeping an eye on the road, when it came to rafe he always had to make sure you were safe.
âmâstomach hurtsâ you whine as you push your knees up to your chest while laying on your side. crying softly.
âIâm sorry sweet girl, Iâll drive as quickly as I can without getting pulled over, yeah?â
you nod tiredly, falling back to sleep. Before you know it, you being carried into rafes home. you whine when you wake up, that lets him know youâre awake.
âitâs okay honey, Iâve got you. Letâs get you to bed, hm?â
you donât say anything but just lay your cheek on his shoulder as he walks up the stairs and talking to Sarah.
âhey rafe, oh hey y/n!â she practically yells out loud but rafe bubbles up with anger at the thought of her waking you up.
âshut the fuck up. stupidass! youâre gonna wake her up!â he whispers, rolling her eyes and passing Sarah in the staircase.
he opens his bedroom door and gently closes it, sighing quietly as he opens the comforter of his bed and lays you inside of it. You immediately turn over and nuzzle your head into the pillows.
but soon enough, rafe sits on the bed and smiles at your sleepy body.
âcâmon, baby hereâs some medicine.â he says as he taps your thigh with his finger and waits for you to wake up.
you whimper are you roll back over and look at your handsome boyfriend. âdo I have to?â you complain as he glares at you.
âyou were just complaining that your stomach hurts. Yeah you have to, and youâre going to. Now open your fuckinâ mouth and take the pill.â
Youâre sleepy eyes start to water, and your lip wobbles but you obey, opening your mouth so he can easily slip the pill in your mouth, he holds your jaw and pours some water in your mouth as well.
âthank you rafey.â you close your eyes again, and grabbing your stuffed animal that you keep at rafes house and hugging it tightly.
âyeah yeah, youâre welcome, you spoiled thing.â
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Geto's little sister finding out her husband got sealed by her big brother and going nuts
Pairing: Geto's little sister x husband!Gojo
Word Count: 3,1k
Synopsis: You thought you lost him forever, your big brother. Until Shibuya brings you back to reality, until your beloved husband gets sealed by none other than your dead big brother. Until you show your enemy what you're made off...
Warnings: this is a emotional rollercoaster, (y/n) is a bad bitch but damn that just hurts, drama over drama, cursing over cursing, I worked so hard to get this fic out tonight so please show some love đnot proofread yet, will do that tomorrow!
âIâll leave now.â
You look up from your magazine, furrowing your eyebrows at your oh so precious husband.
âWerenât you suppose to leaveâŠLike two hours ago?â, you question innocently.
âI wasnât done in the bathroom.â
âYouâre so vain that it hurts.â
âWatch your mouth, Getoâ, he warns you by your former last name.
With a swift motion he lands on top of you, large figure almost swallowing you whole while you grin at him triumphally. Were you just teasing Satoru for him to grab you by the throat ever so slightly, for him to stare at you with his dirty blue eyes?
Definitely.
âOr what, Gojo?â, you bite back, emphasizing every syllable of his last name with so much provocation that it takes all his strength to stop himself from fucking you until you canât stand anymore.
He never imagined you to lay under him this way. You, the sister of his best friend. You, who always seemed so threatful unbothered by him. Just before Suguru decided to leave all of you behind, just before he massacred both of your parents, you decided to give him a chance. And you didnât even change your mind when he was forced to kill your big brother.
âYou want me to stay here and leave our students out there alone?â, he hushes against your lips.
Because if you would, heâd definitely stay here all night.
âYou know Iâm always up for you, but not tonight. They actually called me as well when you were busy doing your pretty hair in the bathroom. Something serious is going on there. Iâll join as soon as Iâm ready here.â
Since your brother decided to kill everyone apart from jujutsu sorcerers, you were always keen to do the exact opposite by saving as many people as possible. As much as you love him still, as much as you do in fact somehow understand him, he went down a path you couldnât follow. He was like your older twin. Not only by looks, but also your cursed techniques were the same, made you a powerful weapon against these fucking curses.
Well, now youâre your own weapon as it seems. Your eyes stare up at your now husband who still looks at you with the same affection in his eyes like more than 10 years ago. Â
No, you arenât alone. After all, youâll always have Satoru by your side.
âGet your pretty ass moving then. Weâve got some work to do.â
-later in Shibuya-
You desperately try to ignore the way your guts turn, yanking down the busted streets as if youâre haunted.
Heâs sealed.
Satoru Gojo, your newly husband, the one and only who stuck to you all these damn years, the love of your fucking life.
Sealed, gone in the wind, trapped in a tiny box.
But as if that wasnât enough, rumours reached your ear. Rumours about none other than your big brother being responsible for this. Your big, dead brother.
Your feet clash against the hard ground underneath, body sprinting towards what looks like a new battlefield. Whoever this fucker is will pay for what heâs done. Not only to your husband, but to your brother as well.
And what about your students? You didnât arrive on time, not a single update reached your ear when you entered the curtain, eyes wide open in disbelief by all the death surrounding you. If that thing hurt a single one of them, if a single jujutsu sorcerer lost their life hereâŠ
Youâll lose it completely.
The second a wave of what looks like ice begins to dart towards the recognizable outlines of people you waste no time, shooting a bunch of grade one curses their way while using one as a curtain to hold back the ice.
â(y/n)âŠIsâŠIs that you?â
Yuji. A few other students from Kyoto, Utahime, Panda, Kusakabe. Theyâre injured, but alive. What about the rest? Where are Mei Mei, Toge, Nanami and that old Zenin fart? You give yourself a little shake, eyes focused on your curse and the wave of ice in front of you. Now is not the right time to think about all of that. Your priority is to finally catch that fucker who uses your brotherâs appearance and saving whoâs here at the moment.
And the most important, get your sealed husband back.
âYou have some fucking nerve, showing up and making such a mess. And now youâre even dumb enough to attack other jujutsu sorcerers. Who the hell do you think you are, huh?â
Your heart is almost beating out of your chest, eyes focused in front of you. Maybe that person just looks like him, Suguru. You found peace with the fact that heâs gone a long time ago, itâs simply not possible to see his gentle eyes ever again. You accepted the fact that he wonât trade his pokemon cards with you, that the time of getting on his nerves while secretly loving him dearly is over. No one can copy him, no one can-
âYou are pretty late, (y/n).â
No one can sound like him. You shake your head in utter disbelief, mind desperately trying to process the fact that this sounded exactly like Suguru Geto, that the frame behind the falling curtain of ice and purple isâŠ
Him.
You canât move an inch. Instead, you just stand there in silence, staring him up and down. This looks just like him, this sounds like him. Fuck, this even smells like him, radiates the same energy as him.
But no.
The way he said your name wasnât the same. It missed the soft tone in his voice, how it always lightened up by his small smile when seeing you.
âAnd youâre in big trouble.â
Is it an hallucination, some type of strange technique? No, it has to be his body, it is his body. Somebody else seems to control it.
And that someone will pay for using him, for tarnishing his memory.
âIs my own little sister not able to recognize me? I guess thatâs not as bad as getting betrayed by her, though.â
âSpare me with that bullshit. It seems like you really know nothing about me and my big brother. What do you want me to do, huh? Break down in tears and cry, believe that youâre actually him? I will wipe your ass from this earth without even blinking. But before that, I want my husband backâ, you his through gritted teeth.
âWhat betrayed me, little (y/n)? How did you know it wasnât him?â
His figure comes closer, makes you urge to touch him just once. This is still his body, a body that reminds you of all the things youâve been through. The serious business of trading pokemon cards that you did until he left, your shared training sessions, him introducing you to Satoru, him holding you in his arms when youâve got your first heartbreak only for him to hold you back when you tried to set that poor boy on fire. This body still holds all of those memories.
But it doesnât hold him anymore.
Your husband lives, though. He might be sealed, but heâs still somewhere. And that fucker has him, you just know it.
You shake them off, those feelings of melancholy. Time to focus on reality. And reality is that Satoru killed your big brother a year ago, that this thing in front of you has nothing in common with him except his appearance.
âNo one will ever by as charming as he was. Now, will you give me my husband back without a fight and let me kill you? Iâm not in the mood for a talk with you, yâknow.â
Itâs impossible and you know it. There is no way in hell this thing will give up its plan and just hand Satoru over. But at least this will buy you some time.
âYou should know best that you donât stand a chance against his body, donât you think?â
A disregarding huff escapes your lips while you straighten your shoulders and stare right into the eyes of the big brother youâve lost a year ago. God knows you really tried to stay cool, that you were desperate to keep your composure. But the second it grins at you with his charming face, itâs over and out.
âYou should know that I wasnât only better at pokemon trading, moron.â
âStand behind me, Iâve got this.â
âBut (y/n)-â
You donât waste another minute. With a blast of another wave of different curses, you hit him with full force. Over the last few years, you absorbed every curse you stumbled upon. Especially the night parade was the perfect opportunity for you to steal your big brotherâs precious curses. And even though you swore you yourself that youâll never lose them, that they will remain in loving memory by your side, this seems like the perfect time to release them.
For a brief moment, you feel like crying, the way it just laughs at you with his voice, wearing his yukata, even wearing his hairstyle. How did it even come so far? How did this thing end up in your big brotherâs body?
He would have wanted this, right? That you destroy his body in order to stop this madness. Despite all the horrible things heâs done, Suguru would have never wanted jujutsu sorcerers to get hurt, especially not Satoru. No, he would have never allowed your husband to get sealed, he wouldnât let anyone attack you this roughly.
Your husbandâŠHow is he doing? Is he still alive? You feel like throwing up, just the minor thought of him potentially dying in this sealâŠNo one was ever able to get out, some of the strongest sorcerers ended up in that cube.
No.
This needs to stop.
âGet yourself togetherâ, you hiss to yourself, shaking off your stinging thoughts immediately.
This is not the time for sadness or grief.
This is the time for pure rage.
âI will make you pay for every sin you committed with his bodyâ, you shout towards him while attacking him from underneath.
This thing is so fucking fast, using Suguruâs powers so efficiently that youâre almost not able to follow its movements.
You clench your hands into fists, eyes narrowed while thick fury pumps through your veins. Get yourself together, this isnât only about taking revenge.
This is about getting your husband back.
âWhat would he think about you, seeing you this way? I know how disappointed he was when you left him to die, leaving him for his former best friend. And I thought I am cruelâ, it spits at you, shooting another wave of curses your way.
âYou know absolutely nothing about him, let alone me. Youâre nothing but a parasite in his body, a bug Iâll crush underneath my heel.â
You draw yourself closer, keeping him busy in hand to hand combat. You were always better than Suguru when it came to fighting without any curses around. Where the hell does he keep that damned cube?
âYou and me, weâre both parasites, (y/n). But unlike you, I can still look into the mirror without being disgusted of the way I turned out.â
âThatâs because youâre looking into his gorgeous face, idiotâ, you bite back, landing a full-on hit against his ribcage.
âIs that Satoru Gojoâs wife?â, Noritoshi Kamo mutters in sheer disbelief, eyes not even able to follow your rapid movements.
âYep, the one and onlyâ, Panda confirms dryly.
âTake a few steps back. Sheâll definitely freak out-â
âRUN!â, Yuji cries on top of his lungs.
Countless courses roam around you and your big brothersâ corpse, fighting each other for dear life. He canât help but admire you, the spark that gleams in your eyes, the way you donât even try to hold back despite the stinging fact that youâre fighting against your brothersâ body. You look so threatful that it almost takes his breath away.
If it wasnât for the last weapon he has in store.
âYouâre not giving it everything, youâre holding back!â, he screams over the deafening noise around you both, making your veins stand out even more.
You see nothing but red, nothing but the shell of the brother you used to love, nothing but a monster that trapped your husband. That thingâŠThat fucking thing straight out of hell.
âUzumaki.â
The word leaves your mouths at the same time. Like in trance you stand there, watch as a giant wave of condensed cursed energy builds up behind Suguruâs frame, watch as it shoots towards you like an arrow.
You arenât a fool, fully aware of the fact that you might get killed right here on the spot. This is your only chance to win this fight, to leave your brotherâs body where it belongs, to free your husband out of that thingsâ grasp. ButâŠare you strong enough?
âI canât believe youâre already stronger than me. Look at you, (y/n).â
You kneeled down in front of him, took his hand into yours gently while desperately trying to supress a sob. This was it, the time you had to say your final goodbye to your best friend.
âWell, I just stole a whole bunch of your curses at that parade. They did taste like shit though.â
His kind smile radiated through the dark alley, right through your heavy heart. ThisâŠthis couldnât be the end. You werenât even able to spend one last evening with him, to show him the pokemon cards you stole some kid.
âI donât want you to goâ, you finally gave in.
Faster than he was able to react, you wrapped your desperate arms around him, rested your head against his bloody chest. This couldnât be the end, Suguru couldnât leave you like that.
âI fear I have to, (y/n). You still got Satoru-â
âSatoru is not youâ, you interrupted him immediately.
âSatoru is not my big brother. Satoru will never be you.â
âIâm so proud of the person you have become, (y/n). You are far more than a normal jujutsu sorcerer, way better than all those monkeys. You are my special, my everything. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Youâll always stay (y/n) Geto to me. And Iâll be with you the whole way.â
Your eyes widen. Suguru, he firmly believed in you, never even second-guessed your abilities.
âYouâŠjust beat me.â
Your heavy breath hung in the air between both of you, body collapsing onto the ground from sheer exhaustion. What did Satoru just say? What did even happen the last few seconds?
âBabe, youâŠYou were actually able to beat me.â
YouâŠbeat none other than Satoru Gojo?
âImpossibleâ, you murmured to yourself, staring at your bloody hands in sheer disbelief.
âYou became so damn strong. My god, Iâm so proud of you, (y/n)! You just have to work your ass off even more. Come on, get up, attack me again.â
And Satoru, the love of your life, your precious husband, the strongestâŠYou were able to beat him.
You take a deep breath in, whole body being on fire. This is your moment. And you wonât let a cheap copy of your brother defeat you like that.
Like in trance, you dash forward along with your thick cursed energy, hands stretched out for him. One last look into his chocolate brown eyes, one last glance at his usually so soft features before you hit him with your fest shoot, a toe-curling scream of agony and rage escaping your lips while slamming him into the ground. Deeper and deeper, harder and harder. Back to where he belongs: six feet under.
âGive me my husband backâ, you spit at him, grabbing his throat so harshly that you can feel his windpipe struggle against your palm.
Instead of replying, he just plainly laughs at you, bloodshot eyes almost piercing through you. Thatâs enough.
âIs this how you let it end, Suguru? Are you really letting this moron take control over your body like that! Come on, defend yourself, give Satoru back to me!â, you cry on top of your lungs, staring into the brown orbs you used to know so well.
âPathetic. I am the one whoâs in control of this body now, stupid girl!â
âI still have the shiny flareon you gifted me when I was 6, Iâm always carrying it with me. Iâm still sleeping in the shirt I stole from you when you were 16. Youâve done many things wrong in your way too short life, please do this one last thing right! Please give Satoru back to me.â
Your heart almost stops when his trembling arms yanks into the air, uncontrollably roaming around his Yukata.
Until he stretches it right in front of your face. The prison realm. Your husband.
âThisâŠthis canât be possible! I am the one who is in control over this body!â
Your body goes numb, widen eyes staring at his arm while your heart skips a beat. This is really him, your Suguru. He really is strong enough to even outstand death.
His fingertips brush over your cheek ever so gently. Fuck, you feel like breaking down and crying. This right in front of you is your big brother, the person you thought you lost a year ago, the man who slipped through your fingers when he was 16 without you even noticing. You werenât there for him the way you should have been, werenât able to drag him back onto your side, werenât able to save him from his unnecessary death.
âIâm sorry, Suguru. I will always love you with all my heart.â
But you know you have to go.
Now.
With one last glimpse you yank yourself into the air, hand holding onto that little cube for dear life.
Focus on the mission.
âWe need to go, nowâ, you yell towards your students, sending a curse in the form of a dragon their way.
You straighten your shoulders, chase away the memories that threaten to destroy you completely.
âHey hot thing, long time no see. Guess you were just as surprised as me when you saw him again, huh?â, you mutter towards the cube in your hands that has its bright blue eyes set on you.
âI donât know when and I donât know how, but Iâll get you out of there, Satoru. After all, weâre the strongestâŠâ
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Obey Me - MC is hot when angry
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TW: mild nsfw / mentions of sexual acts
Characters: demon bros
Writer: ahegato
Summary: The brothers watch an angry MC roughly pushing a lower demon against the wall, and they realize MC can be kinda hot when theyâre mad.
Poor Luke ran up to MC during lunch and whispered in their ear about a lowlife demon that had been mocking and bothering him and Simeon for no reason these past couple of days, and MC was seeing red. They wasted no time in asking what this little shit looked like and then raced over to said demon, roughly pressing them against the wall.
âAre you the one whoâs been bothering Luke and Simeon?â they asked, their voice low and eyes staring daggers at the demon.
âYeah, what about it?â they sneered, not at all intimidated by the angry human in front of them.
The demon moved to step away, but before they could do so, MC grabbed the collar of their shirt, pulling them away from the wall before pushing them into it again, causing them to let out a grunt in pain.
âWell, knock it off! Donât think youâre something special just because this is your world. They have as much of a right to be here as you.â
To say the demon was surprised over this humanâs lack of fear would be an understatement. They were absolutely stunned into silence, and before they could even figure out what to do in response, they spotted one of the nearby brothers looking right at them. Already knowing they were no match to them, they quietly muttered their apology and stomped off.
MC angrily walked back to their lunch table where the demon brother in question was sitting, letting out a sigh about âsome peopleâ as they took a seat.
âSo, what were we talking about before that again?â they casually asked, taking a bite of their lunch, but then they noticed that he was staring at them. They raised an eyebrow and asked âWhat?â
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LUCIFER:
he is confused
utterly confused
heâs the number one daddy dom
it hurts his pride too much to be anything else
but watching you put that demon in their place
it did something to him
made him feel something heâs not very familiar with
and itâs very uncomfortable at first
however, it will probably take quite a while before he actually brings this up with you
if youâre the one to initiate it, he might give in earlier
MAMMON:
heâs not sure if heâs more nervous or turned on
this is a side of you that he had NEVER seen before, itâs almost scary to see
but at the same time......
imagining you angry-fucking him is not a thought he dislikes - far from it, actually
when you go back to Mammon after you chased off the demon, you notice his cheeks are BEET RED
âthat was hotâ slips out before he even has the time to register the words
cue him freaking out even more, not knowing whether to explain himself or to just run away đ
LEVIATHAN:
boy has never been more thankful to be wearing sweatpants
he thinks about it even further than any of the other guys
not only is he imagining you domming the hell out of him, heâs also on the receiving end
poor boy wonât show up to school again for weeks
not only can he not look you in the eyes without those naughty thoughts popping up
but whenever he sees the demon that you were mad at he ALSO gets reminded of it
he is never going to get the courage to bring it up, so youâll have to force it out of him
but until you do, heâll definitely be touching himself to the thought of it đ
SATAN:
heâs very impressed
âwow, youâre pretty feisty when you want to be. I wouldnât mind seeing a bit of that attitude later tonight~â
being a creature of rage himself, itâs nice to see someone express a familiar feeling
heâd definitely be the type to fuck out his frustrations when he can
itâs honestly therapeutic when done right
so this could definitely go both ways and he wouldnât mind
you could be angry-fucking him or he could be angry-fucking you, both are good
ASMODEUS:
brb heâs just gonna go tie himself up to the bed real quick
asmo isnât really intimidated by it, but holy demon lord did it arouse him
starts teasing you the moment youâre done with whatever was going on there
âoh my, you sure got pretty angry there, hm? you know, if you still have some pent up⊠feelings⊠Iâd love to see what you would do with me~â
heâll start being more of a brat in bed in an attempt to lure out your angry side, and you would be lying if you said it wasnât working
also wouldnât mind being on the receiving end for it
BEELZEBUB:
beel is pure and innocent boi
he doesnât really take things in a sexual way all that often
so heâs not quite sure what his feelings are from what he just witnessed
all he knows is that he kinda likes it
however, heâll probably push it aside in the moment and instead check up on you
because heâs still concerned over what that was all about and he doesnât want you to be upset
but when youâre intimate together, he might say that you can be a bit more forceful and rough with him
and from there heâll slowly realize what those feelings were, and bring them up with you
BELPHEGOR:
first of all, he had no clue you were strong enough to push a demon against the freaking wall
secondly, can you do him now? pls?
heâs actually not really flustered about this, but heâs intrigued
heâs always known that he was more of a bottom
itâs partly due to laziness, if heâs completely honest
âI didnât know you could get that rough. you should try that out with me sometimeâ
heâs not even saying it in a flirty way, heâs just casually suggesting it on the spot
wouldnât be surprised if you ended up being the flustered one there out of the two of you lmao
⊠written 23/05/2023 ⊠posted 23/11/2023 ⊠ahegato âŠ
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THE AVENTURINE FIC đđ OH GOSH IM CRYING đđ
iâm so sorry, anon! here this should make it up đđ
the devil knows you're dead
pairing. aventurine x reader
tags/tw: fem!reader, references to a complicated childbirth, mother!reader, father!aventurine, spoilers to aventurine's real name, spoilers in reference to 2.1 trailblaze questline, aventurineâs nihilism and depression, references to death, hurt/comfort, ooc aventurine probably, i make shit up at the end because i want a happy endingâbite me.
sfw
a/n: ouchie. i finished 2.1 and it hurt. it hurt a lot. the ost for the âall the sad talesâ is genuinely so beautiful. the trumpet just feels so melancholy yet hopeful it just goes so perfectly with aventurineâs story. but i need something that feels good now.
ABSOLUTELY NOT PROOF-READ
pt. 1
âAs long as you are alive, the blood of the Avgin will never run dry.â
It was cold. Cold and warm. Almost feverish feeling. The type of feeling youâd get when you were freezing but your skin was hot to the touch. There was this frustrating beeping noise somewhere off in the distance that you just couldnât tune out, finally you opened your eyes to see a sea of darkness, and seemingly at an unreachable horizon, a large circle of white light that looked like a gate.
âYouâre not dead, if thatâs what youâre wondering,â a voice came from beside you. How you didnât realize there was a whole person standing next to you, you had no clue.
âWell, thatâs not originally what I was going for, but now Iâm a bit worried I might be,â you laughed, nervous, but curious all the same. This⊠person you couldnât quite make out an exact face, or even a body for that matter, but ther was this distinct feeling that it was in fact a person. Like your instinct knew, but your brain couldnât quite fill in the details.
âThis is a place beyond mortal comprehension, if I tried to explain it to you, you would only be more confused. Walk with me,â the entity said, and without even willing your body to do so, you followed. Ripples emanated from each step as you followed and soon the inky void around you melted into an unfamiliar planet.
The sky was a deep purple, streaked with red that looked like lighting that crackled along the sky. Instead of the fluid, black ground, sand now shifted as you moved foward. Inside a small hut made of rock, you saw a woman cradling a swaddled child.
âSuch a lucky child, such a blessed child⊠Just like your name. A gift from THEM to Avgin⊠my boyâŠâ
You turned to the figure beside you and hesitantly asked, âWhere are we?â
âA land of rock, but not water, lightning, but not rain, blood, but not tears,â the entity responded cryptically, which only caused a crease in your brow. You went closer to the mother in the hut and sat next to her. She whispered a blessing onto her child, but none of the words made sense to your ears. Similar to the entity, itâs like your brain scrambled them from your understanding.
The mother cried. You tried to wrap your arms around her to comfort her but only phased through her like a ghost. The baby too began to cry.
Then, the scene changed again, suddenly it was a cell with iron bars. A blond young man sat next to you. The blondâs gaze was downturned, but you could recognize that voice anywhere.
ââThirty tanba⊠thatâs all my life is worth.â
âThatâs notâŠâ you said, but realized it was all in vain. You tried again to take Kakavashaâs hands into your own. You wantd to take the cuffs off his wrists and cradle where the skin was rubbed raw.
âIt's all or nothingâŠâ
âKakavâagh!â
Your future never existed
Youâ future never existed
Youâ future neâer existed
Youâ futâââ neâer existed
Youâ futâââ neâer ââââted
Youâ futâââ âeâer ââââted
Yoââ ââââââ âeâer ââââted
Your mind felt clouded, a searing headache, followed by an inability to even pin down a coherent thought. The scene shifted once more.
âWhatâs going on!â you shouted at the figure that stood only silently next to you, crippled on the ground, clutching at your head, fingers pressing in to try to find the spot that would alleviate this awful pressure.
When your senses were no longer blinded by pain, you were back to that inky void you started in, but this time you werenât alone. Not far away, maybe twenty feet or so, was your Kakavasha, and a woman you didnât recognize.
âWhy are we born into this world if it's just to die?â
You stumbled to your feet to try to run to him, but with each step closer he only got further away. He walked towards that gate of light. In your head, you heart was pounding faster and faster. You failed to catch up to him. He only got further and further away until he disappeared like fireflies dispersing into the night, âKakavasha! Noâ!â
Utterly devastated, you sunk back onto your knees. You didnât know why but you had this distinct feeling of loss. Tears rolled from your eyes freely. He⊠he wasnât gone surely? The entityâs presence reappeared next to you.
âWhy did you show me all of this,â you asked, not sure if you actually wanted an answer.
âBecause you need to go back,â the entity answered and your jaw locked, gritting your teeth so hard they hurt.
You screamed into the void, âYouâre the one who brought me here!â
âI never call anyone to me⊠you mortals believe that it is US that determine when your time to go is⊠but in truth it is your own doing, whether it is your body or your mind that gives up first,â the entity said, âIt is only the strength of your will that will allow you to continue down your destined path⊠but many give up on that path and someone else must be chosen.â
âWhat does this have to do with me,â you snapped. âWhy are you meddling in my life? What does Kakavasha have to do with this?â
âKakavasha still has a long road ahead of him. I have supplemented his journey all his life. It was only recently he was able to live on his own will,â said the entity âYour body is giving up. I do not have the power anymore to keep him alive. That lies with you.â
Your surroundings melted again. You were in a hospital room and on the bed was you. Eyes closed and steadily breathing, but your heartbeat was weak. The annoying beeping from before was louder and more prominent.
âYou wanted to help him. During his past, you reached out each time. There is nothing you can do about that now, but the future and the present⊠you still have a choice.â
Laying a hand on your unmoving body, there was a slight resistance, but with just a bit more pressure you felt as if you could phase through it entirely.
âWhat do I need to do,â you asked the entity.
âLive.â
You furrowed your brow at that. Of course you wanted to live⊠right? The entity gestured for your hand, you obliged. Against your palm was an oddly soft feeling. Warm. Like a motherâs touch against yourâs. Your palms pressed together, the entity spoke,
âMay the goddess Gaiathra close HER eyes three timesâŠ
Keep your blood eternally pulsingâŠ
Let your journey be forever peacefulâŠ
âŠand your schemes forever concealed."
You lifted your head and your âbodyâ began to disappear similar to how Kakavasha disappeared. Just before you disappeared into sparks of golden light, you had the sense about you to ask:
âWho are you?â you felt like you were shouting, but your voice was quiet.
âYou could call me Fenge Biyos.â
You opened your eyes with a deep gasp for air. Your surroundings were blurry, and you rubbed at your eyes, only to realize Kakavasha was up, standing next to your hospital bed with an anxious expression, hands already grasping the one that was wiping crust from your eyes.
âYouâre awake,â he choked out, holding you as if you would break, âIâm so sorry⊠Iâm so sorry for everything. Iâm sorry I did this to you that Iââ
âKakavasha, slow down, what⊠why are youâno, donât be sorry,â you finally found your words, sitting foward on the bed to wrap your arms around him. You racked your brain, trying to figure out what was going on. Your mind was still foggy, but finally that haze disappated and you remembered everything leading up to now.
âKakavasha~â you hummed in a song-like tone, a small wrapped box with a blue and purple bow tied around it. You skipped over to his desk and wrapped your arms around his shoulders where he sat, and placed the gift in front of him, laying your head on his shoulder as your arms tightly hugged him. âI have a surprise.â
He smiled with a small laugh, âDoesnât this usually work the other way around?â He pecked a kiss onto your check before pulling the bow off and opening the lid of the box, when he froze.
The smile on your face faltered bit when he didnât say anything after a bit. The corners of it tightened into a more forced position, âKakavasha? Youâre gonna be a papaâŠâ
The joy in his face from earlier had completely vanished. Only replaced by a stony, cold, poker face. He pushed his chair back and you stumbled into the wall behind. He gave you a tight smile and kissed your forehead before heading for the door and grabbing his hat. âIâll be back later.â
With that, the door slammed shut behind him, leaving you at a loss as you fell into his chair, feeling suddenly so very empty in this large office alone.
He came back after that, apologetic for leaving you, but nothing felt truly right. He continued to reassure you that he did want to have this child, but it was a strenous time. The entire pregnancy was stressful. The doctors warned you that the level of stress you were under put you at risk for a premature birth, but you brushed them off. It was just the hormones, you were sure. Kakavasha still loved you. The ring on your finger shouldâve been proof enough of that.
âHow about the name Ilyas?â you suggested, laying your head on Kakavashaâs lap, âI was⊠looking at some databases about Avgin names and I thought that one was nice. What do you think?â
Aventurine hummed, but his mind seemed elsewhere. You let it go.
The next few months continued on in similar fashion.
But it all came to a head.
The two of you were standing in the kitchen. It had started off small. The hormones and the stress were getting to you. It was an off hand comment about him not fixing dinner, and you were tired and hungry from carrying around his child.
From there it had escalated. It turned into you were tired of feeling like you were walking on eggshells when you talked about the pregnancy. About how he was barely around for the appointments, and when he was he seemd emotionally distant⊠finally he exploded
âI never asked for this!â he shouted. âWhen did I ever say I wanted to be a father? Did you even ask me? Did you think about what I felt about this whole thing at all?â
You paused, feeling tears well up in your throat as a white-hot fear flashed through your body. You laughed, a hollow sound, âIâm sorry, Aventurine, I thought it took two people to make a baby? And you certainly made no attempt to use protection.â
He didnât have anything to say about that. Even though the argument seemed over, you felt a nauseous feeling crawling up in your throat. Your tears felt like acid burning through your skin. Then a pain in your stomach. Your knees gave out and the last thing you remember was the scared expression on Kakavashaâs face before it all went dark.
âI was scaredâŠ. I was so scared that bringing another Avgin into this world would only bring misfortune onto you⊠that Gaiathra Triclops would take you from our child, just like my mother was taken from me,â he openly cried into your shoulder. âI took it out on you. I made something that shouldâve been a beautiful experience something that was awful, and I understand⊠if you never forgive me for that but pleaseâŠ. please donât leave.â
Now you were crying with him, one hand tangled in his blond locks and the other rubbing his back. Quietly, so quietly that you almost didnât hear it, he whispered, âI canât lose you too.â
You thought for a long time. In front of you wasnât one of the Ten Stonehearts of the IPC. Not a calculating or cunning man, whoâs only interest was in things that benefited the IPCâs bank accounts. In front of you was a broken man, whoâd had everything stripped away from him when he was only a child. Who was shattered and forced to put his life back together with nothing but fear and anxiety as glue.
Did it excuse what he'd broken?
No.
âIâm here⊠I wonât leave Kakavasha,â
But maybe with time and effort, you could help re-glue each other with something a little more beautiful.
âIlyas! Donât run so far!â you called after a small blond haired child who was already ahead of you by a longshot, you turned exasperatedly to your husband, âHoney, can you go after him please? I donât want him to get trampled by some idiot whoâs not paying attentionâŠâ
The man only smiled at you, one hand firmly wrapped around your ever expanding waist, âItâs okay. Thereâs some of my squad thatâs following him incognito. He wonât get out of our sights without them dragging him back. We can let him get his energy out. Heâll be cooped up in a hospital soon.â
You huffed conceded. Already tired from just getting through the theme parkâs entrance. You were due in about two weeks, but Kakavasha was insistent that a week before youâd be under hospital supervision until you brought your second child into the world. It had taken about five years before the two of you had healed enough and there were roadbumps along the way⊠but you were both ready to give Ilyas a little sister.
But for now, the two of you wanted to let Ilyas have one more day as an only child. The reconstructed Penacony was nothing like the Dreamscape of the past. Fear and secrets no longer were trapped in the gilded cage of the former prison planet. With the help of the IPC and the Harmony, New Penacony was entirely real. No more dreams, just reality. Theyâd kept many of their old franchises and built a true theme park.
âMama!! Picture! Letâs get a picture here before we go in!â Ilyas screeched, pointing at Clockie statue in front of the Clock Studios main attraction. You set a hand on Kakavashaâs arm, glancing up at him to try to get a read on what he was feeling. Heâd let you in on the parts of his past that heâd kept a secret. The scheme behind Penacony, his proposed âdeathâ and his encounter with his Past and Future.
He took a breathe and looked back down at you, giving you a smile that said âIâm okayâ and relief flooded your bones. After walking you over in front of the camera, he crouched down and scooped Ilyas into his arms.
âReady?â the cameraman asked and you nodded. After a brief countdown the camera flashed, and for a moment in that bright light, you saw the hopeful future that lied ahead.
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OKAY SO
since yall wanted me to talk more about this Demon!Uzi and Hunter/Exorcist!N,V,J au I'm just gonna write down my ideas here just to get them out of my head-
thanks to @purrple-bat for helping with some of the ideas :D
some details may be nsfw cuz i mentioned it previously so that's your content warningđ
also there may be plot holes and its not fully complete or whatever im just trying to get this out of my head đ main ship is NUziV // ViolentBitingBiscuits
the Au is an urban setting- not a forest and fantasy dnd kinda thing-
Tessa is the leader of several groups of teams that are demon hunters and exorcists.
J, V and N are in the same team and those are their codenames.
Uzi is a halfie, with Khan as the human parent and Nori as the demon parent. they are referred to as "Changelings" too.
Uzi cannot be exorcised from her demon side or she will become a mindless unresponsive zombie. methods have still not been found on how to exorcise these demons and disabling their powers without killing them, mostly due to the lack of anyone caring.
Demons feed on different things related to humans, mostly their emotions, with a heavy preference on fear, pain, anguish and etc
some more bolder demons will kill or drink blood of humans but even in the demons society that's a taboo and if any leads are traced back to you being a demon, you will be eliminated by your own kind before the humans can get to you.
Uzi was caught by accident, fully blended in as a human.
She's cheeky and likes making humans miserable and playing around with them, but she's not really one of the threatening ones, she doesn't want to or care about hurting them.
Doll is a full demon and is kinda like a sister figure to Uzi, always advising her to get away from humans and she might end up getting hurt or some shit.
Nori has multiple lovers, she feeds off the love and lust but she considers it a just a treat, she's actually one of the most powerful demons around and absolutely loves feeding off of nightmares, trauma, horror and dread. she does have a soft spot for khan tho as her only human lover. khan is generally just dumb for loving a demon as his wife. smh
Nori is a high ranked demon meaning she could share her energy with other demons if any of them would want to pass as normal humans and just live in society. also could send out demons to capture or punish one of their own for breaking rules.
Uzi starts out weak but upon capture, bluffs a lot about how powerful she is and that she likes to play around with them.
They keep Uzi to get information out of her about other demons.
On attempts at getting away she does end up getting closer to N.
Uzi likes feeding on misery and angst but the genuineness of Ns affections made her thirsty for more.
She ends up also getting closer to V from bantering and sometimes talking about stuff and etc and sometimes sparring and fights when she attempts to escape. N saves V at one point before Uzi did some real damage. V grew to actually respect her more after that.
Uzi was let go after a while since they checked and she wasn't really at a power level to threat anyone [much to Uzi's resentment that she could be powerful if she wanted to >:( ]
Hunters and exorcists have magical seals hacked into their bodies for protection. their arms have these symbols that can be used as weapons that appear in translucent shapes like claws and shields and swords. 5 pair of vertical eyes appear above their heads and a glowing X marks their face when they are using their powers- marking that the demon cannot get into their heads. their eyes glow gold once using their powers despite the original color of their eyes.
the same kind of powers and seals appear on demons but they don't hack it into their bodies, they gain it with ranks. demons have human forms and demon forms, changelings are just weaker from the beginning. unless they are possessed...
V and N start giving Uzi "treats" whenever she helps them out in catching more dangerous demons. this ranges from kisses, bites, their blood toooooo more intimate stuff :3 at first this starts out as an idea to get her to talk but after a while V couldn't help but to feel affection towards this pint sized little gremlin.
Uzi gets overwhelmed when she is showered with affection by being in the middle of V and N, she is touch and affection starved and she gets easily addicted to it, wanting to claim the two as her own.
V and N putting seals on Uzi that makes her enjoy their touches and intimacy more but edging her and keeping her from releasing until she gives them the info they need. Uzi probably would tell them the info anyway- she just likes to see how far she could handle the two before she breaks into a begging, pleading mess.
Uzi purrs and does everything in her power to keep anyone from finding out...
Drinking demon blood makes Hunters gain more power, and drinking human blood makes demons feel pleasure and ecstasy as well as gaining more power, especially if the human is a hunter/magic user.
Uzis wings are sensitive and she likes to clean them with a wet cloth. N and V like to help her with this. and her tail mouth too lol.
The demons have a hellish demon sect that even they all fear... i think you can guess who the head of it is...
Aaaaand i think thats all for now idk. bye- //exploads
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Pile 1 -> 3 đ©·
Short random messages regarding love for you! đ
Pile 1- the chariot, the star and seven of coins
For starters the star card is making me think you might already have a crush on this person or might know of them, take what resonates for you.
For others, I'm getting this person might just really admire you. I'm hearing they like you so much they're willing to basically cross seas for you.
This person is strong willed meaning when it comes to you nothing else matters in the world, I think they have their eyes on a prize and are very determined when they want something which would appear to be you lol
I think this person is already planning y'all future in their head, like they've really got everything figured out even how they want to approach you đ (that's cute lol)
I feel like this person just really wants to say you're all in their space and they're accepting it. Like they can't wait for the day you two come together (and get married I'm hearing for some đđ) but they're definitely planning on making their move soon!
Other messages- 1111 might be significant, you're hot, lots of dates in nature, can't wait to kiss you, I miss you already.
Pile 2- I FORGOT TO WRITE DOWN THE NAME OF THE CARDS BUT I WILL NOT FORGET NEXT TIME MY POOKIES đ€đŸđđ©·
Okay, for this pile I'm picking up on a dynamic that's like light and day, one person in this connection is a bit colder, closed off and I feel like someone in this connection just refuses to give up.
I'm hearing 'let your doors down' and this person might feel very hurt that the other isn't open to the same emotion intimacy the other is into.
I'm seeing it might be best to take a break, maybe the relationship has gotten to a point neither of you had meant it to or you're just really disappointed by the outcome and they're clearly not up to your standards and it's not good to settle for less.
I'm seeing maybe some of us are trying a little too hard to hang onto this connection but we can't change nor fix something that's not broken.
I am seeing for some of you that removing your energy might actually make this person miss you, and if they love you enough they'll come around and compromise so the both of you can feel fulfilled and happy in the relationship and if they don't clearly they weren't the ones for you and that's okay, because you never know when the universe is going to throw someone new your way! This could be a blessing in disguise đ„ž.
Other messages- 444 could be significant, the color red, maybe a red car? I have no idea what song this is but it's got something to do with driving?idk ur person is singing it đ€Ł Maybe that's significant for someone out there?
Pile 3-
So for this pile I actually heard 'its time!" I think this pile is being called to awaken to something or for some of you a special someone? đ„č
Okay this message was a little harder to read but I think both ends have been stressing out over this? And it's kind of ridiculous because you're both literally good people according to spirit that would have a very beautiful relationship and would grow like a freaking fruit tree! I think spirit is saying since neither of you will make a move they'll be forced to push both of you using the universe- like magic almost I'm hearing.
This pile was shorter, and I'm also randomly hearing someone in this connection could be short lol? I think someone here might smile a lot too, I'm seeing smiley faces!
Other messages- the song 'Magic by txt', 12, 111, the color yellow and maybe the month of May- June might be significant for some of y'all?
Have a fantastic day! đč See you all again soon! Hope you enjoyed đ
Dm for personal readings!
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Hi! I read lots of your work and im SO IN LOVE!!! Like I absolutely fell so hard for papa simon đđ i wanna give him a babyy! But i was wondering, how would pregnancy be like with his child. I mean bro is HUGE so his baby would probably be not only pretty big and probably weight a little bit more too than an average newborn. If its okay with you would it be possible for you to write a little story maybe add a little bit of angst? (Idk like argument about something that made the reader really sad?) but please a happy ending đ„č
Feel free to ignore if thats not your thing or just not feeling comfortable writing about it!! LOVE YOUU!! Btw sorry for any misspelling English is not my first language.
First of, as a not native English speaker, your English is perfect.
And second, thank you for your kind words, it really encourages me to keep writing and also boosts my ego đ
You asked in such a nice and respectful way so I really want to make you happy.
Now here's the thing, I'm an adult with lots of responsibilities and sometimes adulting makes me tired, like last night when I was trying to finish this but I fell asleep and I woke up this morning to find half of my writing disappeared, it just vanished đ„Č
But I'll give you this to munch on and I promise I'll finish this before the end of the week.
I hope this is what you were expecting... Enjoy đ«¶
A little over 700 words.
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You stood in front of the sink of your bathroom, holding a pregnancy test on your shaky hands, two little red lines staring right back at you.
How did this happen? How would you tell him? He doesn't want kids, he made it clear from the beginning and you accepted it without a fuss, that's why you've been taking your pills diligently every day, you didn't forget one, did you?... No, you know you didn't, how did this happen?
"You okay there, love?" Simon knocks on the bathroom door and you jump in surprise, like a child that's been caught red handed.
"Y-yes Si, j-just give me a minute... I'll be right there." Your period is about three weeks late so you bought a pregnancy test, your best friends advice, it wouldn't hurt, it was just to make sure, you certainly were not expecting this.
You hid the test on the cabinet under the sink and washed your face before coming out.
It's been a week since your ob-gyn confirmed a six weeks pregnancy and you still haven't found the courage nor the right time to break the news to Simon, so when he gets a call from Price to get deployed on a long mission you fear it would be too late by the time he comes back.
One month at most he said when he kissed you goodbye almost two months ago, you are 16 weeks into your pregnancy and your bump is starting to show, which only adds to your anxiety, between the morning sickness and your hormones being all over the place you still haven't figured out how to tell him.
As you ponder how to break the news to him, you realize that a simple phone call wouldn't suffice. With him stationed on the other side of the globe, risking his life every day, you hesitate to burden him further. At the same time, you know it wouldn't be ideal for him to return home and suddenly find you waddling around with a baby bump.
So you stay quiet and whenever he calls and asks why you sound so exhausted you blame it on your job, you say you are just stressed out, and he promises he'll take care of you once he's back, he'll relieve you from the stress the way you like it, the way only he knows how to.
You are laying on the couch wearing Simon's t-shirt, stuffing yourself with your favorite ice cream and watching trash tv when you hear fumbling outside your front door before it swings open, a very rugged Simon stands in the threshold , you curse under your breath, he didn't say he was coming home the last time you talked on the phone three days ago so you stand there and look at him overly conscious of the bump hiding under his t-shir and you thank the heavens he is a big man, you think the loose fit of his T-shirt would buy you time, your ice cream long forgotten in the coffee table.
He walks towards you with long strides as he pulls his balaclava over his head running his fingers through his messy hair and you shy away, you step back and freeze, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights, he stops in his tracks and tilts her head, his eyebrows pinch as his eyes linger on your midsection and you know you're fucked, he noticed, how wouldn't he, and you hope and pray he'd say something, anything, but he doesn't, he turns on his heels ready to walk out.
"Simon wait!" You call for him and he stops, his hand lingers on the door knob, "I can explain, please just hear me out" your voice cracks and you wish you had been brave enough to tell him before, you know about his childhood and his trauma, you know his struggles and why he didn't want children in the first place, he trusted you and you broke his trust, you deceived him from the moment you found out you were pregnant and decided to keep it to yourself because you were too scared to trust him back.
"Explain what?" He shouts turning around and walking towards you again, your hands fly to your belly instinctively, protective. You lower your head, eyes glued to the floor, ashamed.
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Literally my favorite wbb writer on heređđđ!! Could you maybe write kate Martin x reader angst?
UGGHHH, i love you all so much, your support means the world to me!! thank you sm :â)
Thick and Thin . KM
pairing: kate martin x reader
synopsis: you and kate go through a rough patch
A/N: NOT PROOF READ
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to say you were a supportive girlfriend would be an understatement, you went to every game, every event, comforted kate after every loss and celebrated after every win. any athlete would be lucky to have you at their side. and at the beginning of your relationship, kate knew that. she was so grateful that she had you in her life. if you werenât there on the side lines cheering her on or doting on her whenever she needed it, she wouldnât be where sheâs at now.
but as of recently, sheâd become too entangled in the game. sure, an athlete like herself would obviously be committed and stressed when it came to their sport. but kate had always made sure you understood that you were her number one priority, basketball second. she wanted to make sure you knew how much she loved you, showing you the same amount of love and support that you always showed her. and for a while, it was working out fine. you split your girlfriend duties 50/50 and made sure each other were always satisfied and happy in the relationship.
now, though, it felt like kate has just stopped caring. you werenât sure if it was graduation, or saying goodbye to the team, she wouldnât talk to you at all. she was cold and more distant than normal. she didnât help you out around the house, she didnât bring you home flowers every friday night like she used to, she didnât kiss you goodnight or pull you into her chest before bed, you felt suddenly neglected. kate was acting like a completely different person and it was really starting to take a toll on you.
you tried to let this phase run its course in hopes that sheâd return to her normal self again, but things seemed to only be getting worse. she started coming home later than normal, stopped taking you to banquets and events. hell, she didnât even care that you waited for her outside the locker room after each game to see her. instead, she would brush past you to talk to her friends and family. itâs like you were invisible.
no matter how much it hurt you, you still wanted to support your girlfriend and kept going to the games and cheering her on, even if she didnât notice you were there.
but on this particular night, outside the locker room once more, something inside you told you to wait for her and figure out what was going on. you werenât going to be brushed off any longer.
you felt like you were going to melt, sitting on the bench outside the doors. your heart was racing and your head was spinning hoping that sheâd be the next one to walk out. and soon enough, your prayers were answered, kate came waltzing through the doors moments later. duffel bag in hand, hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. surprisingly, she saw you and walked over to see you.
âhey, iâm gonna go over to hannahâs place to hang out with the girls tonightâ she looked down at her phone, typing out a text. figures, she couldnât even look at you âi donât know when iâll be home so. ill probably see you in the morningâ
you scoffed, now she wasnât even coming home with you anymore? is the only time sheâs going to talk to you is to tell you sheâs leaving? your blood mustâve been boiling, your heart sank watching her completely blow you off.
âwhatâs that all about?â she asked, irritated.
ânothing, nothingâ you sighed, beginning to walk away âdo whatever you want i donât fucking careâ
she grabbed your wrist, forcing you to stop in your tracks and talk to her âwhatâs your fucking problem? i canât go out with my team now? i thought you were supposed to be a supportive girlfriend, huh?â
âreally? youâre going to pull that card?â now you were fuming, you were lucky no one was around to witness this âiâve been nothing but supportive, kate. you know that! i do everything i possibly can to be supportive. and all i ask if that you do the same for me, but youâve quite literally treated me like shit these past few weeks!â
âthatâs such bullshit-â
âno itâs not kate! youâre not even home anymore! you donât buy me flowers or take me out on dates like you used to! i donât even remember the last time you kissed me because youâre too fucking busy with all this other shit! and when itâs late and iâm waiting out here for you, time and time again, you blow me off to go out with the team. again. it never ends, kateâ
âi donât know why youâre choosing to bring this up nowâ she yelled âlets just go home, fuck, i wonât go out tonight if youâre gonna make a scene!â
âyouâre unbelievable, kate i hope you know thatâ you wanted to scream âgo home, go with the team, i truly donât care. but im not gonna keep doing this with you.â you pushed past kate, who was trying to drag you out to the car at this point, making your way to the door and storming down the street alone.
âwhere the hell are you going, YNâ she chased after you âseriously, what the fuck, letâs just go home, iâm sorry!â
you ignored her and kept walking, if she was going to treat you like this, then you werenât going to put up with her anymore. youâd stay at a friends place or a hotel if it meant you didnât have to take this neglect anymore.
kate persisted, still chasing you down the side walk, dodging numerous couples and families just trying to enjoy their evening. you tried to pretend she wasnât there, persistent on getting away from her as far as possible. but before you could turn around the next corner to try and get her off your back, she grabbed your foreman and pulled you back into her like she had done before.
âstop running, youâre acting like a childâ she tried to keep her voice level âjust come home so we can talk about this, pleaseâ
you didnât even look at her, complying, as you let her lead you to the car and take you home.
when you arrived at your building, you both stood in complete silence as you entered the the apartment. you hung up your coat, took off your shoes, and sat on the couch waiting for her to start talking.
âso talk, kate. since thatâs what you wanted to do.â
âYN, come onâ she groaned, taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch âi donât get why we need to have this conversation.â
âyou donât get it?â you were astonished, was she that fucking clueless âyou donât see whatâs been going on?â
she just looked at you sadly, fingers massaging her temples in frustration.
âkate i know that things are difficult right now. i canât even imagine what youâre feeling when you have to deal with all these things with basketball and try and handle everything else outside of that too. but youâve changed, babe, and it feels like youâve just stopped caring about me all togetherâ
âyou know thatâs not true,â she said. âi love you so much, you know thatâ
âbut do i, kate?â you shook your head âim sitting outside of that locker room, telling you all these things youâve been doing that have seriously hurt my feelingsâŠand youâre just not listening!â
âok iâll admit iâve been distant! and im sorry for that, i really am, but i didnât realize it was that big of a deal!â she defended âthings have been so hectic and im struggling to keep everything together and-and then thereâs stuff going on with my family and caitlinâs always asking me to-â
she began to ramble, telling you every possible thing that had been on her mind recently. you had no idea it was this bad.
âkateâŠâ you leaned over, rubbing her shoulder to try and soothe her âi had no idea all of that was going on? why didnât you just talk to me about it? you can always trust me with these thingsâ
she leaned forward, letting her head fall into her hands, trying to keep her composure âbecause youâre always so good to me and i didnât want to dump all of this on you and make you deal with it. i just donât want my problems to become yoursâ
âand thatâs very thoughtful, but iâm here to help. and even if i wasnâtâŠthat doesnât give you the right to just cut me off as a girlfriend completely, itâs so unlike youâŠand for you to get so upset with me when i just wanted to spend time with you after the game tonight? youâd never do thatâ
âi know, youâre right, i just..â she looked over to you, eyes bloodshot from holding in tears âi guess i thought that if i secluded myself and kept you out of it that it might be easier to deal withâŠbut i was so fucking wrong. and i shouldnât have pretended like this was normal, itâs not. iâm so sorry that iâve been abandoning you and not even realizingâ
âiâmâŠim not gonna sit here and say itâs ok, cause itâs not. but i know that this isnât you. i know that you can fix yourself and trust me to help you sort out whateverâs bothering you. but i really need you to try. i miss the old you, i miss the good morning kisses and making me dinner and our movie nights, you know?â
she smiled, reminiscing âi miss it too, im gonna be better, i promise.â
âi know, and i love you ok?â
âi love you too, thank you for putting up with all my shit, i donât deserve youâ
you pulled her into you, reveling in her embrace for the first time in weeks, you could already feel things falling back into place.
it was going to take a long time for you to get back into your old dynamic with kate, but you understood that she was under a lot of pressure and she understood that you had struggles and needs just the same. so you promised to tackle it all, sticking together through thick and thin.
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A/N: iâm very bad at writing angst so i apologize! if you guys request something and my outcome for it isnât what you had wanted, feel free to message me and ill re write it for you, i want you guys to be completely satisfied with your requests!
on that same note, iâve still got a few requests iâm finishing up and then iâll open that back up again, thanks for understanding <3
have a lovely day!! :)
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