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lunargrapejuice · 1 year

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Aaaa I would love maybe a fic? With satoru gojo and non-sorcerer s/o who are forced into an arranged marriage. And s/o wants to make it work but satoru is a brat and refuses to be nice to her but he can't deny his growing feelings for her because she is a lovely girl and then maybe something happens like a curse attack and he almost loses her and feels very guilty for how he's been acting and confesses? Happy ending please

I love angst to fluff stories so much

Thankyou in advance! I love your writing

will you spend the night and maybe your life with me?

satoru gojo x fem!reader | 9.1k+ words

warnings: arranged marraige au, brat!gojo, sweet+patient!reader, hurt/comfort, mentioned of neglectful/hurtful marriage, blood and injury mentions, feral gojo, the fushiguro kids are basically yours so a little found familyish i couldn't help myself, uhh i think that's all but please let me know if i missed anything!

authors note: so um. i think i got a little carried away with this one and i love it and am so exctied about it hehe i hope you enjoy it! <3 thank you so much for your kind words and for requesting something babes!🥺💕

satoru always wondered if before your wedding you were aware that your to-be husband was not happy about being wed. not when this decision was forced upon him by his family and the higher ups of the jujutsu world. he wondered if you blame him for his actions, for his shitty attitude that showed every bit of his distaste, if you wished to marry someone you loved, someone who could treasure your heart and give you their own in return. but surely you had known, just as he had, that you would be married off for politics whether you liked it or not, that marrying for love was not in the cards.

for these many months he can’t say he’s made it easy for you, he knows he hasn’t, and yet you’ve kept smiling, kept being your caring and loving self and putting effort into a man that thus far hadn’t given you much in return. you put up with his lack of kindness, kept welcoming him home and bidding him sweet dreams before sleeping in separate rooms even though for far longer than he’d like to admit now he never said anything in return. you kept leaving sweets on his desk when you knew he’d be up late doing the paperwork he’s always been putting off when he’s never once thanked you for it. he watched you love the fushiguro children just as he had and made him question if perhaps you could love him too.

the first time the question came to mind, when you had scolded both him and megumi for doing something reckless with no anger but rather genuine worry in your eyes, it was the quickest of thoughts. one he pushed out and forgot just as easily as it had come before brushing off everything you said about being more careful to him and megumi. but as more time passed, as you continued to be your lovely self, the thought kept coming, staying for longer, evolving into more questions like.. could he love you- was he already falling in love with you when he was supposed to loathe you? pretend to play the loving and doting husband in public when at home you used to be nothing but strangers but he hates the thought of that now.

being a stranger to your kindness, ignorant of your smile, never being blessed with the melody of your laugh.. he could hardly imagine his life without you but after spending so long rejecting you, pushing you away, was it too late to make amends, to maybe have you love him in return?

right now, while he was trying to sleep, was not the time to be deciding on such things. not when he felt it easier to give in under the light of the moon on your skin and your cute sleepy voice. yet he was restless, his thoughts wandering back to you; if your room felt as soon as his did, if you had eaten dinner alone or with the kids since he hadn’t made it back from his mission until late, if he had even spoken to you at all today except for the text he sent telling you not to wait up for him when you asked if he’d be home for dinner.

brought from his thought, his cerulean eyes are drawn to his closed door, his attention peaked at quiet footsteps and the lights in the kitchen being turned on and dimmed. he taps the screen of his phone to see the time; 2:27 am and doesn’t think twice before getting up from bed and going to the kitchen himself, not caring about putting a shirt on.

you don’t seem to notice him leaning against the wall with his hands in his sweats pockets as you sip a glass of water, your lower back resting against the kitchen island. you're in an oversized shirt and tiny shorts that makes his gaze linger on your body, in your pretty frame, but when he comes back to your face he notices the tears streaming down your cheeks, the tremble of your hands.

lifting from his spot he calls your name, more gentle than he remembers doing before and finds himself frowning at your reaction.

“oh!” you stand a little straighter, put your cup down, try to pretend tears aren’t clinging to your lashes and smile even though it doesn’t meet your eyes. “i’m sorry satoru, i didn’t mean to wake you.”

“you didn’t,” he says, deciding to close the distance between you. he’s always been quite soft to the tears of others but with you.. the sight sinks into his heart like claws of a nasty curse and makes him nearly irrational in the way he would do anything to make your tears stop. your eyes widen a bit in surprise at how close he is to you but you don’t back away from him, don’t resist him when he towers over your shorter frame and reaches for your cheek to wipe a tear you couldn’t hold back. “what's wrong?”

“it’s nothing,” you try to brush it off still with that fake smile and he hates it.

“you’re a terrible liar,” he voice is soft, playful, hopefully hiding the feelings of his heart tightening in his chest and the way his fingers twitch against your skin as he tries to swallow it down. what were you doing to him..

“am not!”

cute, he thinks at your pout and glaring eyes with no bite behind them, though he must admit he much prefers when you smile at him.

is all of you this soft? he ponders as his touch ghosts along the skin of your cheek to under your jaw, curled fingers resting there, keeping your gaze lifted and on him but you could easily pull away if you really wanted to.

“tell me, please,” again he’s speaking so tenderly, with a smile that was meant to fluster, maybe even comfort you and by your reactions anyone could tell how foreign this is to you both. your cheeks flush with warmth and you try to hide your eyes from him, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt while deciding what to do, what to say, but you still don’t pull away from his grasp and he’s resisting the urge to pull you closer, to kiss your forehead and tell you it’s okay, the strongest was your husband after all, all the while unable to stop his deepening breaths.

if this was at the beginning of your marriage satoru isn’t sure he would have checked on you. even just a few weeks ago he would have been asking himself how much he should hold back his affections, his comfort, if something like this were to happen but he isn’t sure he could do that anymore, hold back, and those questions hadn’t passed his mind since you saw your sad state tonight.

“it was just a silly nightmare,” you eventually say, quiet and weak. you still don’t look at him but there's no hiding the way you bite at your bottom lip. “i’ll be fine, i just need a few minutes to calm down more.”

“i’ll stay with you then.”

your eyes shoot back to him, confusion and surprise painted on your face and he’s surprised too. what reason would you have for feeling comfort within him or wanting it in the first place? he knows you have every right and reason to tell him no but he just.. doesn’t want to see you cry anymore and he would do anything to take your sorrow away even though all he had to offer you right now was himself.

“a- are you sure?” you stutter, nervousness laced in every word and fuck you look like you’re going to start crying all over again but he knows he deserves this, the guilt building within him. “you don’t have to-”

he pulls you into him before you can talk either of you out of this, effectively cutting off your words and pressing you against his chiseled chest. “come one y/n. can’t a husband want to comfort his wife? indulge me, yeah?”

he still feels shitty but the heat of your cheeks against his chest, the speechlessness he rendered in you is quite the stroke to his ego and he knows he’s won you over, at least for tonight, as you wrap your arms around him and rest your palms against his bare back.

it’s quiet, the muted sounds of your breaths and beating hearts in both your ears and as minutes pass, satoru feels you relax against him and decides he’s going to try pushing his indulgence more, actually try to be a nice and loving husband. the husband he should have been from the start..

“let’s go lay down,” he suggests and you tiredly nod in agreement, letting him go too quickly, before he unwraps his own arms, but he doesn’t stray far from your side.

turning off the kitchen lights behind him, he follows you into your bedroom like a lost puppy. if he’s being honest, he hasn’t spent much time in here despite it being right next to his own room and as he slips into bed beside you, the sheets of his own wife so unfamiliar to him, he hopes you’ll tell him if this isn’t what you want but more than that, he hopes you won't reject him. not like he had to you for these months when you didn’t deserve it..

“satoru, you - you really don’t have-” you stammer as he collects you in his arms, pressing your back against his chest, not a bit of infinity between you as he spoons your smaller frame, collecting your heat. normally he’d have a smirk tugging his lips at your shyness, how easily flustered you become while still clinging to him, but more than anything he cuts you off because he didn’t want to hear your finish telling him he doesn’t have to.

he knows he doesn’t. who knows how many nights you’ve cried alone in this bed but he won’t let that happen anymore, not as long as you were his.

“i said i’d stay with you, didn’t i?”

satoru has always had a specific vision on what love is and he knows he has loved. like in the way he loves his students, his friends, two strong, amazing, children and sweet mochi. he knows that love isn’t painted in roses and blanketed in crystalline sugar, especially when you were a sorcerer. love is complicated, messy. love is a curse. but it's more medeled now, tempting to give into, with his inability to deny what’s in front of him, with the way his heart reacts to you.

or in this case, the way it reacts to the absence of you.

it’s been a few weeks since you had that nightmare and he held you till morning, his hands caressing and soothing you for long after you fell asleep. the following nights he found himself back in your bed even though neither of you spoke about it, but you hadn’t protested either. the last night before this work trip you had whispered his name in your sleep, reached out and clung to him, when you stirred as he joined you after a late night dealing with curses. the past three nights he's been far from home, as work often took him, and more restless than he’s been in a long time.

he can’t ignore or distract himself from how often you pop up in his mind throughout the day, enough so he’s going through his phone pictures as he’s being driven from place to place and frowning at how little pictures of you there are in his album. he had started taking more of you recently, most of which when you weren’t looking or weren’t aware you had captured your husband's eyes but it didn’t feel like enough. throughout the day he's missing you and your smile and the texts you scarcely send to each other aren’t long or personal enough to make him feel even a little better. he’s coming to realize how much more he preferred to have you sleeping next to him rather than sleeping alone and the way it could make him hustle to finish this assignment just to get home a little quicker. tomorrow he'll return to tokyo, a day before he was supposed to, but even that thought can’t stop the bubbling pot of his heart and the lid that rocks anxiously at the thought of you and your marriage thus far.

in the quietness of his dim hotel room, the food he didn’t have the appetite to eat cold on the table in front of the chair he sits in, satoru fiddles with his phone between long fingers and wonders what you’re doing right now, if you miss him too, if it’s too late for you-

love was messy and complicated indeed but as his phone rings twice and a moment later his reflection is replaced with your visage, that anxious rocking simmers.

“hey satoru,” you smile as you say his name, not noticing how he returns it in full with your eyes focused elsewhere.

your phone wiggles from side to side while tsukimi adjusts it to rest on the ledge of the kitchen window in front of the sink. you must have just finished with dinner, washing the dishes while the kids cleaned up behind you.

“hi sugar.” oh that gets your attention just as he hoped. he can hear the clattering of dishes as you drop them, see the flush of your cheeks through the camera and how adorably shy you are when you look up at him finally and see he’s without his blind fold, eyes soft and locks of snowy white hair resting over his eyebrows. his attention is fully on you and it seems to be the giggles of the teenage girl whipping off the counter near you that snaps you back to reality and causes you to return your attention back to the dishes, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“is everything okay?” you ask, that cute shyness to your voice.

of course it was just like you to worry for him, even if he didn’t deserve it.

“other than the fact i’m missin’ home, yeah.” home, he chooses because even though he was missing you, and meant his answer just the same, his stubbornness had him holding back.

while you finish the dishes you chit chat, the kids interrupting every now and again to talk to him or you about one thing or another until you were all giggling and he was aching to teleport back home, to be there drying plates that you hand him until you’re swaying in the kitchen to music that isn’t playing anywhere but your hearts and the kids are calling you gross before going to their own rooms.

he had never done that before but as he watched you all through his phone screen, he hoped it wasn’t too late for that with you.

“how was your day?” he asks when you grab your phone from the window seal, probably ready to say goodnight to him but he wasn’t nearly satisfied with this short interaction.

“well.. megumi got in trouble at school again today,” you sigh and shake your head, the background behind you changing from the kitchen to your bedroom, the lights in the far hallway from the kids room flickering on before they close their doors. he’s sure you handled megumi in your elegant way that both the boys have learned they aren’t immune to.

satoru chuckles. “did he give you any trouble?”

“you know he’s not really like that with me,” you smile, genuine and sweet and god he wishes he could kiss your lips. “he only gives you trouble because you’re just as bad as he is.. maybe worse.” you giggle at that last part and there is no way denying or ignoring the way it makes him burst with warmth.

“oh yeah?” he teases right back. “bet you’re missing your annoying husband though, huh?”

maybe he shouldn’t have said that because your prolonged silence made his throat feel tight, his palms sweaty but before he can say anything to make up for it, to change the subject, you reply, not looking at the camera.

“.. the house is lonelier when you’re not here,” you admit, quiet and low. “i guess i’ve gotten a little used to sharing a bed with you.”

so you were having a hard time sleeping without him too..

“me too,” he admits, letting out a sigh like your confession had lifted a weight off his chest, pumped hope into his veins. would you care to know just how much he misses you? “but i’ll be home soon so just wait a little longer for me, yeah?”

“o-okay.”

to the surprise of many satoru was at jujutsu tech reporting on his mission right on time, though he was leaving just as swiftly as he came. he purposely didn’t tell you he’d be coming home one day early because he knew you’d be coming to the school tomorrow to bring megumi to train with some of the other students. it would still be another two year before megumi was a first year himself but he had gotten plenty acquainted with the current first years through satoru. he wanted to surprise you, whisk you away while the kids were busy and before more work could come his way, try to ease the longing in his chest that had weighed on him like a boulder since he spent that first night without you beside him.

but what weighed on him when he saw you, unaware of your husband's arrival and under the attention of one of the new teachers, was much much worse and far nastier than his yearning. it was ugly and all consuming and made his mind run so quickly he was going to get whiplash.

the man couldn’t be any more obvious that he was flirting with you and it made satoru seeth, his chest filling with deep, hot breaths. couldn’t he see the wedding band on your finger? as a non sorcerer you weren’t entirely a part of the jujutsu world yourself so maybe he could justify that this man simply didn’t know who you were but even when you likely had not wanted to, you were always diligent in wearing the proof of your commitment.

the proof that you were his, the one and only mrs. gojo.

and what were you doing? laughing and talking with this man like you were so familiar, more familiar than you were to your own husband.

were you so fed up with satoru but so unwilling to end your arranged marriage that you’d go behind his back like this and entertain another person? if he was in a more calm state of mind he could be more rational, remind himself that this was not in your nature, not even with the way he had treated you had you ever been a person he thought would cheat. but with so much uncertainty between you two, the way he refused to admit those three words despite the fact he found them occupying his heart and mind anytime he thought of you, how he had no idea how you felt in return because he had forced you to shut yourself away..

the man reaches for you, helping you brush a stay piece of hair from your face to behind your ear and lingers with a smile that satoru swore he would wipe right off his smug face. your fingers touch, the man lacing his between yours for a moment before you pull away with burning cheeks.

satoru feels like he’s losing it, losing you, letting his emotions guide him to your side to snake a hand around your waist and step so very close, not letting the breeze between you, using his other hand to lift your chin and bring you in for a soft and fleeting kiss.

“i’m home baby,” he coos before kissing your cheek, a little for show but mostly because the only thing he had the will to hold back right now was his physical strength.

“s-satoru!” you’re beyond flustered, he can feel the beating of your heart through your clothes and the shake of your hands that hold onto his dark jacket.

he doesn’t give you much more time to say or do anything else before he looks down at the man you were speaking with and even through his blind fold you could tell how serious, how intimidating, his expression was. he held onto you so protectively, powerful hands sinking into your skin like you would slip through his grasp if he let you go but soft enough you wouldn’t break under the pressure. the way you don’t push away, don’t fight him and keep holding onto his jacket, your eyes only on your husband, are the only things grounding him from losing it completely..

“keep your hands off of my wife,” he spits like venom, accentuating the last part especially so before whisking you away without saying another word and he doesn’t say anything to you either the farther and farther you get from the man. you nearly trip over your feet trying to follow his long strides as he's huffing and practically dragging you along with him with a large hand around your wrist.

“satoru, please slow down. what’s wrong?” your words fall on deaf ears. he isn’t hearing anything but his own echoing thoughts and his unsteady, drumming, heartbeat until you’re in a quiet and secluded place on campus and he finally looks at you, so many emotions written on your face; confusion, fear, worry.

“what in the world has gotten into you?” you ask, trying to catch your breath.

“you’re mine,” his profession is muffled and near inaudible under his steaming breaths, not a bit of his sanity returning with how it looks like he’s scared you, how he’s coming to realize he might have lost you long ago and didn’t know it. “what were you doing letting him hit on you like that?” he hardly knows what he’s saying, the words coming out without thinking.

“are you serious?” you ask, devastation laced in your tone. “he was just being nice and if he wasn’t.. it’s not like i was.. why.. why do you care?”

“you’re my wife!”

“when has that ever mattered? that's never stopped you from flirting with anyone before and i.. i’ve never said anything..” tears start to pool in your eyes and the last bit of the grip he’s had on this situation slips completely. please don’t cry.. i know i’ve fucked up but.. “even when it hurt i didn’t..”

“it’s not like i asked to marry you - but-”

before he can tell you, but that was back then because he hadn’t looked into another's way since these feelings started; before he can realize what he’s said and the way it would hurt you further, you interrupt, unable to hold back your tears.

“i didn’t ask for this either satoru,” your voice is broken and he knows every waver behind it and your tears are full of months worth of bottled up emotions from when you smiled despite his bullshit. “..but i'm trying.” in a matter of painfully slow seconds you're sobbing as you rip your wrist from his grasp and he feels his heart cracking, the cold nail of your withdrawal striking against the pumping muscle. “i.. just..” it's as though you want to say more and even if there wasn’t a lump in his throat making him utterly speechless, he wouldn’t have interrupted, he would have let you scream and yell and spew hurtful words. “i have to go..”

that nail digs deeper and he fights it, reaches for you and calls your name, feeling it stop when he’s met with the softness of your skin but the strongest strike, the blow that embeds it deep, was the way you cry out his name, begged him to let you go with crystalline tears flowing uncontrollably from your eyes and down your cheeks.

“satoru, let me go! please!”

you know you should be used to his hurtful words by now. they’ve been thrown at you for months, if he chose to speak to you at all. though you can admit that things have gotten better, if not a bit confusing. you would never deny your marriage was turning around, not when weeks ago you weren’t sure if you were going to survive not divorcing and avoid facing the consequences of that with both your families but now you felt yourself genuinely and completely falling for your husband.

yes he was so unbelievably handsome, charming to match, well, when he wanted to be. anyone could see that but the longer you were married to satoru the more you saw his heart, despite the fact he thought he was hiding it from you. he couldn’t hide the way he loved the fushiguro children and had since he started to look after them or the way he turned younger, more reckless around shoko, a reminder of more carefree years. in short and infrequent moments sometimes his heart was opened to you too and during those times, when you weren’t his enemy but rather a part of his family, made you wonder what it might be like had you had a normal marriage and married satoru for love or fell in love somewhere in the mess of how it started.

it was a ridiculous thought. you knew it would never be like that, you didn’t ask that of him and you didn’t entirely blame him for his behavior. he had chosen not to be nice but it was just like you to be patient, understanding and kind. by being the one he was forced to marry, you did understand why that dislike would be directed at you even though you know it didn’t make it fair, didn’t make it okay.

after all of that, months of feeling like a burden to the strongest sorcerer in the world, you didn’t expect to find yourself wanting, maybe even needing, your husband or that he might want you too. he had been around so much more recently, whether it had been him coming home in time to have dinner with you nearly every night or to be sleeping next to you or spending all night facetiming with you while he was on a trip until you fell asleep, like he had last night. but those feelings he had made bloom within you brought with them greater pain when hurtful reminders of the truth of your commitment came back to the surface.

‘i didn’t ask for this.’

how many times had you heard that by now? you had stopped keeping count, for your own sanity, but this time had by far been the worst. you fought so damn hard not to cry, to stay strong but still you burst into more tears than you wanted to shed in front of him.

maybe it was time to give up, consequences be damned.. how much more did you really have in you? how were you supposed to get through these mixed signals and still leave with your heart intact? and why did it break it further to see the pain written on his face when you ran from him?

you weren’t sure you could bear to be home, not when there were reminders of satoru everywhere, including your bedroom now as some of his nightstand items had made it to your room and had kept you company in his absence the past few days.. an absence that would apparently be longer even though you still missed him. he would show up there eventually anyways, was maybe there now but at this moment you didn’t have it in you to fight more, to be reminded of how little you meant to your husband when all this time you would have done anything to be sure he was happy too. when you found yourself holding him closer and closer to your heart.

you can admit that you didn’t handle your last interaction with your husband the best either though. asking why he cared when you knew the reason didn’t really matter. what reason had you had to hurt over the others he flirted with other than the fact he was your husband on paper? you had just never acted on the emotions swirling within you during those times aside from crying alone and by yourself but satoru was never really one to hold back. and the way it made you feel when he proclaimed you as his in such a way, when he held you so close to him, kissed you like he hadn’t before, like you really were his and he didn’t intend to let you go. it made you happy, confused and upset all at once.

was it all just for show? but then why comfort you after a nightmare or do any of the more thoughtful gestures he had shown recently? you had hardly seen his eyes ever that soft for you before, maybe in moments of pity then, but that wasn’t what this was and like the waters filled with the bluest stars and galaxies, you waded into their azure depths. found comfort in its warmth and the way he wrapped you in the protective blanket of his arms. you woke up with him still sleeping soundly, peacefully, while holding you and hadn’t had the bed to yourself since.

he seemed sweeter after that; hardly ever missing dinner, especially when he knew you’d be eating alone when the kids couldn’t join you. his texts throughout the day became more frequent, less transactional and though it still happened from time to time, his stinging words became less harsh. and when he called you last night, you hadn’t realized how late it had gotten, how you both lost track of the time until you woke up with your phone in your hand and a goodnight text sent after he had hung up. things almost felt normal, like maybe you really could be friends but there was no denying that your heart was feeling much more than that. still, you were cautious, kept your feelings closed off and hidden but you now realize somewhere along the way it wasn’t enough, not when it could let those painful reminders dig their way deep into your flesh in a way it hadn’t before.

satoru once told you, within the first few days of your marriage, that he had no intention of ever loving you and that you shouldn’t try loving him either. that love was a curse that wasn’t worth his trouble when it came to you.

perhaps you were finally understanding what he meant and were ready to give up, but after all this effort.. would it be easier for the both of you to not be tied together, burdened by your growing feelings when he would never feel the same? or would you become the curse of his life because you had done the one thing he had told you not to do, fall for him, and continued to try to make it work despite it?

instead of going home you let your aimless feet carry you, just as your mind carried away your many thoughts until your tears stopped, until your heart numbed and you were left feeling empty and tired. there were so many quiet whispers in the back of your mind, worries and reminders of your failing arrangement, so many questions without answers but you tried to shake them off, tried to quiet them so you could have a moment to just breathe. maybe then you could try to make sense of it all, though you weren’t sure you would ever understand all of the different emotions satoru was putting you through.

you aren’t really sure where you’ve ended up, somewhere on a cold bench as the afternoon turned to evening. you ignored the way your phone rang and the pings of the messages that came through. right now you didn’t have the energy or strength to do anything, are on the verge of giving up when your heart is screaming that you couldn’t possibly and all you can do is sit in your loneliness, back to more familiar times in your marriage, as you watch people pass you by.

in the end, when the evening sky began to cover the city in colder air and little light, you knew it was time to go home, to face this even if you weren’t ready to. maybe it would be easier if this was older times, when you knew you could walk through the front door with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks but it wouldn’t make satoru look your way. so you could hide away, pretend you weren’t breaking on the inside until you could face him with a smile again. but it couldn’t be like that anymore, not when the cause of your pain had also become your comfort, your most restful nights on hard days, the giggles you erupt in when he’s being silly and teasing, the person you wanted to hold you when dark fog surrounded you and threatened to swallow you whole.

you’re surprised to see the time on your phone, how late it actually is and just how many messages have come through. the latest one being from satoru; y/n please come home

it makes your heart feel like it’s beating again and you don’t know if it's good or bad, if you feel better or worse. all you knew is your chest aches and you do want to be home even if it scares you to not know what’s waiting for you; the satoru that seems to have grown soft for you, that couldn’t stand to see you cry, or the husband that said ‘i do’ not minutes before reminding you how much he detested your union.

your finger hovers over the call button, the small icon picture of him and megumi looking back at you but before you can call him back, not even sure if you were prepared to, a crowd of terrified screams pulls you from your phone and frantically you look around for its source, unsure if someone needed help or if you were in danger too.

before you can react after realizing which it was, that you were mostly certainly in danger and there wasn’t a thing you could do about it, your world begins to fade into black. the last thing you remember is hearing your husband's voice and a pitiful call of his name escaping your lips as your body falls to the ground, the scent of copper filling your senses before all consciousness is taken from you.

satoru stares at his phone with wide glowing eyes, tearing off his blind fold like it was possibly skewing his vision, messing with his other scenes despite that being impossible. for a moment he felt the first drops of relief seeing you finally return his call. you had ran from him so quickly and with it took his heart, left him standing there with a gapping, bleeding, hole in his chest that made it impossible to move. it’s been long agonizing hours since then, unable to reach you, not knowing what you were doing or where you were or if you were okay. he knew you weren’t and that it was all his fault.

finally, you were calling him but the first thing he heard was not the sweetness of your voice. instead his ears rang with the screams of others, the crumbling of concrete and a pleading call of his name from his wife that brought him past the point of manic in a matter of seconds.

he doesn’t dare hang up the phone but it’s not helping hearing noises of destruction that he can’t quite make out and the silence of your voice with each gut wrenching call of your name that’s begging you to say anything but continues to be met with silence.

the wildness in his eyes lingers but his attention is brought from his phone screen to the sniffles coming from the doorway to the living room where megumi and tsukimi stand with fear in their own eyes, tears streaming down her sullen face. had they ever seen gojo like this? tsukimi reaches for her brother's hands, to bring some comfort to them both even though she’s far worse off than megumi right now. or at least she’s the only one outwardly showing it. satoru can see the rise in megumis energy despite him wanting to remain strong for his sister.

she’s the first to speak too, reminding satoru that he wouldn’t be the only one suffering without you. “w-whats wrong? where- wheres y/n? is she going to be okay?” she doesn’t give him a moment to answer before she's crying out, “gojo!”

in a few long strides he’s standing in front of him, their seafoam and brown eyes staring back at him, his phone still connected on your call slipped into his pocket so his hands are free to pat both of their heads, ruffling their soft hair in tandem, keeping the last thin strand of his sanity from breaking until he could promise them none of them would ever be without you.

“don’t worry,” he says, that confident smile on his face. “i’ll bring her home safe. i’m the strongest after all.”

in a moment he’s teleported away, swearing to turn over all of japan in search of you. his presence was so overwhelming, the air nearly crackling with the electricity emanating from his barely contained furry. he’d let that barrier shatter soon, when it would be to his best advantage in bringing you home, until then the auxiliary managers helping him find your location through the never ending curse reports were under the pressure of the strongest sorcerer might.

the moment ijichi gave him the most likely places you could be, an eerie thankful smile came on gojos lips before he disappears, the light air finally returns the moment he was gone, before he can even mention there are already sorcerers on the scene. ijichi just hopes they’ve had the time to put the veil up before gojo goes all out without a second thought and that they’ve gotten you out of there. for everyone’s sake.

from the point in the sky where satoru hovers, just above the curtain trying to keep this shit show of a grade one contained, messy white locks blowing in the wind high above, it doesn’t take a moment for his six eyes to sense you. not when they had spent countless minutes taking in every bit of you when you thought he was looking at others..

he swears he’ll make it up to you. even if you could never love him back or forgive him, from this day on he wouldn’t hold back, he wouldn’t deny it. he loves you and the thought of losing you, in any way, without ever admitting it to you and asking for a chance to show you he meant it, is tearing him apart.

he’d get the chance to tell you, to shower you in his unbridled affection like you had always deserved, try to be the husband you could maybe love one day too. even if you couldn’t love him.. if he could make sure you kept smiling, that you could continue to be your amazing loving self, he would do anything.

the atmosphere back on solid ground is thick, the sky covered in a dark blanket that matches how dreariness seeps into every crack in the sidewalk, into the roots of the trees and across crumbles of buildings and cars that laid around. buried beneath it, alive but still somehow so lifeless, holding onto the phone still calling his, was you. blood dripping down your pretty face, debris and dust coating your skin, the disgusting curses attention on you as well.

satorus presence electrified the air enough so to make the grass stand up straight, his deep breaths huffing white clouds in the cold air, his blue orbs standing out like the eyes of an ethereal creature in the fog. a devil more so than an angel, one that would burn the world down to protect those he loves, even if he had failed at it before. the look of him would have stopped any sorcerer in its track, sent smaller curses scurrying away and it had kept this grade one from moving another inch, just like he intended

he was so gentle in the way he lifted off every piece of destruction that kept you pinned to the ground and pulled you into his arms with ease, infinity compassing you so nothing else could touch you except for him. nothing would ever hurt you again. it all happened so quickly to the world around him but in his eyes everything moved in slow motion. the way your eyes flutter open behind your lashes as he picks you up, unsure of what was going on around you, not fully conscious but enough so to whisper his name from chapped lips and hold onto him with the remaining strength that you had.

“‘toru..” a few tears roll down your cheeks, mixing with the blood still dripping from your hairline, draining the color from your face, making you so very weak.

“i’m here angel,” his voice sounds so unfamiliar to you both, shaking with pain and rage, relief and regret. “hold on a little longer for me, yeah?”

it takes everything in him to take his eyes off of you. you were now passed out in his arms and couldn’t say anything, couldn’t see the swirls of red and blue as they merged into deep purple and shook the earth beneath satorus feet. he only spares the curse a long enough glance to aime, holding you with one arm so tightly, feeling your shallow beating heart through his shirt soaking in your blood as he uses the other hand to use his jujutsu. the world around him is engulfed in purple, pulverizing the curse, shredding the trees, blowing out the windows of nearby buildings and burning the grass but the destruction he’s caused is the last of his concern.

all that’s left in the wake of his furry is your silhouettes in the smoke and aftershock, the strongest sorcerer reduced to nothing more than a man shedding tears over his wife's limp body in his arms, kissing her cheeks as he pulls her so impossibly close before disappearing into thin air.

ieiri was the only person who could coax satoru to release you, sympathetic to the agony behind his eyes, not unfamiliar to it from when another left his life, but she was still seriously insistent that if he didn’t let you go, didn’t let her heal you, then he really might lose you. the fight to keep him out of the surgical room so he wasn’t suffocating her while she worked, so he didn’t have to see how truly worse off you might be with your lack of jujutsu to have helped you through this, was far more difficult, left satoru begging his friend to not let him leave your side but in the end he gave in and anxiously he waited outside the room.

he was still covered in dirt and blood. it wasn’t the first time but it was the first time it had ever been yours and he hoped it would be the only time, wished it had never happened at all. he blames himself and as he sat in silence, dying on the inside not knowing what was going on in the other room, he recalled his sacred oath to protect you till death due you part. it hadn’t meant anything to him when he said it and back then he never would have thought he’d be here, willing to give anything to get on his knees before you at that alter, bury his face into your middle while his hands hold you close and he swears to you that he will cherish you, protect you, love you, until death takes him from you.

with his head buried in his hands, head hanging low, tears pooling on the ground near his feet, he can’t help but think how right he was about love being a curse. nothing had brought him more pain and agony than love. there was nothing that had torn his heart apart like love had but for fucks sake he wasn’t ready to lose you too, to lose the most amazing parts of your love before he even got a true taste of it, before he could do you right by you and attempt to make up for his mistake.

long fingers grip onto strands of snowy hair and tug. he’s sure some would find it laughable to see the strongest in such a pitiful state, with no ability to fight back with annoying words and cocky smiles when the thought of being without you and your light made him think he’d never smile again. he didn’t want you to leave without knowing his love either, not when he had so much of it to give to you now that the cage he held it behind was shattered and forgotten.

his chest aches in a way it never has before. it made him sick to his stomach, angry enough to release all of his power at once, consequences be damned, it turned his tears from sorrowful to full of self pity to hysterics at what a world without you might be like. all because he broke his promise, because he had been a blind idiot and a stubborn fucking ass hole. would he never get the chance to show you with confidence how much you meant to him? he knows he didn’t deserve it but if.. no, when you make it out of this, he swears he’ll give you all of him. reject him, tell him you hate him, ask for a divorce and tear his heart out- none of it would stop him from trying to win your heart, from letting you go.

the more time that passes the more he feels like he’s losing it for the third time that day. he’s restless, sitting and bouncing his leg, getting up to walk just to pace the hallway endlessly until he ended up right back where he started and started the cycle all over again. he wasn’t sure how much longer he could take this.

shoko could yell at him all she wanted. he had to see you and know you were okay, to tell you he loves you and-

“gojo, take a breath okay?” ieriris voice breaks him from his thoughts, stops him from not even bothering to use the door and just teleport past the walls. “i told you i’d take care of her and i meant it.”

in a few steps he’s in front of her, leaning down to envelope her in a hug. he hadn’t realized he was holding his breath and let out the pent up air when she hugged him back. it wasn’t usual they shared moments like this but when it was.. it was when they were at their most vulnerable. even when they were younger, even when geto left them. his arms shook around her, silently begging for what he could not find the words to say.

“she’ll be fine,” her voice is soft, understanding to how he feels about you and thankful he’s done being a shithead about it. “she’s asleep for now but you can go in as long as you’ll let her rest.”

he didn’t wait a moment, didn’t even break their hug, before he teleported to your side and left shoko to smoke outside while she gave him some time alone with you. he was quiet and hesitant to touch you even though his fingers screamed to feel your skin, feel your pulse and prove to him without a doubt that you were okay. he saw it with his powerful eyes, your now clean skin, a few bandages here and there but your major injuries were healed. you looked so similar to how you did when sleeping at home and there was no doubting the truth in front of him but it wasn’t enough to ease the tightness of his chest.

let you rest. it was hard to do when he would have melted his body with your own given the chance but for now he’d have to settle for your smaller hand resting in his and the caress of his thumb against your soft skin swiping back and forth in comforting and gentle motions. you were warm, much warmer than the last time he held you and he swore he could cry at the feeling.

thank god for shoko and your resilience that filled him with such pride to call you his.

sitting on the chair next to your hospital bed, he lowers his head to rest against the hand he held, soft white hair tickling your skin as he kisses you knuckles and whispers an apology he would repeat to you in his words and actions for the rest of his life if he had to, until he could prove to you his utter devotion.

he isn’t sure how much time has passed and didn't notice that he had fallen asleep resting his head on you while waiting for you to wake up. his body ached, for more reasons than just the awkward sleeping position, he had gone through a whirlwind of emotions in one day and only next to you, knowing you would be okay, could he finally relax from it all but at the smallest twitch of your fingers he's alert, his head shooting up and he waits eagerly, moving from the chair to your bed, body hovering about yours, never letting go of your hand but instead pressing it against over his beating heart with gentleness, as you slowly wake up.

you blink slowly, your eyes in obvious protest and still heavy with exhaustion as you try to become more aware of your surroundings and what had happened with the aching of your head and a familiar scent in your nostrils.

“satoru?” you croak and in response he cradles your face in his hands, strokes your cheeks, kisses your lips soft and sweet and honest. your arms are weak and shaky but that doesn’t stop you from reaching for him and when you feel him shaking too, you ask, “are you okay?” oh that’s right.. you were fighting.. the remembrance was written on your face. “i'm.. i’m sorry i left so suddenly..”

leaning his forehead against your own, the laugh he lets out is full of relief and disbelief and is warm against your face. how could you possibly ask about his well being now or be the one apologizing? “my silly girl.” but it was the most wonderful thing to hear your voice and it takes all of his strength. he catches your wobbly smile and blushing cheeks before he collapses against you, enveloping you in his arms and letting his face rest in the crook of your neck, warm tears dropping along your collarbone.

his words, his confession, is all he can manage to say in his state and he whispers it against your skin, kissing you skin after each repeat of the words he would never hold back again. “i love you.”

bonus!

neither of you had expected to walk into the house and smell something delicious being made, ginger and onions and other delicious things that made your stomach growl with one whiff. you could hear the pair arguing and tsumiki pulling the big sister card before they become silent upon hearing your husband coo at you to be good and stay still followed by a defeated huff and a triumphant chuckle.

satoru had hardly let you go since leaving the hospital, even before that- from the moment you woke up he was touching some part of you, and insisted on carrying you up the steps even though you could walk just fine. at most you were tired and sore but not enough to render you unable to use your limbs.

in the end, it was impossible to say no to him. he wasn’t going to let you either so with burning cheeks you agreed to let your husband carry you bridal style into your home and held onto his strong shoulders as he so effortless carried you. he didn’t put you down once you were inside either, despite your protests, smirking at you when you wiggled in his arms but he only tightened his grip.

his overzealous affection and care didn’t stop there either and it only spurred him on when you became flustered because of it. oh loving you was going to be so very fun, he thought as you pouted when he wouldn’t let you feed yourself the meatballs megumi and tsumiki made together. you all ate on the couch, to be sure you were comfortable and resting like shoko had said you should, also because the table didn’t allow any of them to be close enough to you. tsumikis eyes welled up with tears when gojo told them what happened over dinner but when he patted her head with a wide smile and promised her nothing like this would ever happen again, looking at megumi and telling him he should look after both you and his sister too, you all smiled and laughed. he didn’t speak the words outloud but satoru swore he would remarry you right here and now when you returned your own promise to watch after them too, in your own loving way.

it was obvious that gojo was jealous of the kids hanging all over you, even megumi hardly left your side and was as doting as he was whenever his sister was ill. satoru couldn’t help but make you all of you blushy cheeked for different reasons when he pulls you into his lap and kisses your cheek before trying to whisk you away to your bedroom with a promise for naughty things that he didn’t intend to follow through with just yet, not until you told him you were ready and not until you were all healed up so he could love you properly.

the kids were too quick on their feet, laughing and arguing about who would sleep where while trying to push past the tall man even with his long and fast strides. he couldn’t keep them away no matter how hard he tried and admitted defeat when they jumped into bed after you.

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salaciousdoll · 8 months

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✩˚｡⋆ ⋆ ⋆ His Messy Dolly ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡✩

･˳ . ⋆ Featuring Jugram Haschwalth x doll wife!Fem!reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Be advised to the warnings of smut, Modern!royal! Au, dollification( just a little bit shown), dirty talking, pet names( Angel, doll, slut, etc.), Dark Content, reader is fucked good and messy, Jugram is obsessed with you even if you only had a year with each other before the arranged marriage happens, arranged marriage au!, reader has a small panic attack on her wedding day, reader almost turns into bridezilla, spitting, impact play( gripping thighs, holding hips tightly, etc.), small temperature play with ice, breeding kink, squirt mention, you’re both a creamer and squirter, quickie, late to your own wedding, praise kink up 100 here, degradtion kink is down 50, pussy drunk! Jugo, dick drunk!reader, let me know if I missed something… Wc: 2.5k

Minors do not interact, 18+

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from Salaciousdoll: this may not be my best and I am so sorry to the people who expected more. I didn’t finish this until today but I hope you can still enjoy it. Please tell me if Jugram is ooc because I think I wrote him a little ooc, just be nice about it. Anyways, welcome to the second week and fic of my kinktober and no nut November event!!

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Being the daughter of a victorious king has its ups and downs. Ups because of the princess treatment you get and the pretty gowns you get to wear to every event or even causally some days. You always dress and act your best around any of your mother and father’s company.

Growing up in a palace or being the princess has its downs when you have to act ladylike at all times, be on your best behavior because if you don't, a pinch to the arms or ears will pull you together. Being the princess of your father’s kingdom has its downs when you are forced into an arranged marriage based on the Kings of two countries' greed for power and hunger for money. Arranged marriage still being legal today will never not throw you out of your head.

You had a life before today. A life filled with so much goodness, treasurement, etc. you loved walking around in any outfit or gown with stares of men and women waiting for your father to announce your courting event. You were stunning to everyone everywhere you went. You walked with your head held high with the innocent lore in your eyes and posture. You were the admired one, so when the queen finally announced to the public that you were now courted to be a bride of prince Haschwalth, loud whispers and concerns from the public occurred causing the king to immediately silence their foolish concerns with whom you’re getting married to.

You and Jugram stared at the crowd with your head held high as your father and his father quieted down the crowd. With one look from Ywhach and your father, the crowd quiets down. Afterwards, you and Jugram announced your wedding day and invited everyone to join you two, which got screams of excitement and anguish from people all over.

A year later, your wedding occurred. The wedding was a hazard and a fucking playground of annoying kids and adults. You were slowly becoming a bridezilla once one of your bridesmaids forgot the dress due to her packing so late. You wanted a big wedding with family and friends, this was the consequence of going against your future king's wishes of a small wedding. You stared in the mirror at yourself and tried to smile as your cousin explained that your other cousin was running late from the bridal shop near your father’s castle.

“ It’s alright, c/n. Thank you. You may go, I need to be alone just for a minute please.”, You say as you stare at the crown that was supposed to be on your head minutes ago. You were late to your own wedding and you wanted to be swallowed up by the earth when you kept hearing the same orchestral music playing in the background.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes until you heard a knock on the door. You didn’t say anything to let them know to leave you alone. You would think that this person would take the hint, but they didn’t. The person came in, shutting the door after themselves. You could feel a chilling and mysterious air around which means the person is your newly made lover.

You spoke to him with your head down, “ Jugo, I don’t think I could do this right now, I still want to marry you. I want to marry you so badly but this day isn’t meant for me. I can’t keep dealing with thi-”

“ Nonsense, my love. We can’t call it off just for one little mishap. Pull yourself together, princess. Or do I have to, perhaps, make you.”, Jugo says while buttoning up your corset to your dress from behind even after you thought you were buttoned up perfectly. He always loves to dress you up, you’re his little doll, his Angelic doll. He didn’t like that he couldn’t dress you up for today, so that’s why he’s here for touch ups. After he was finished with your corset, he ran his hand down your back to smooth it out and then back up to your shoulders to massage them. Jugram’s hands felt like your favorite lotion smoothing over your skin, God you were in love with him as he was in love with you just as much.

You bit your lip and looked at the time on the clock sitting on the vanity mirror thing, they could wait another ten minutes right? You jumped at Jugram bending to kiss your check, standing you up in the process. His hands were soothing your arms as he kissed from your cheek and down to the crook of your neck, “ Tell me what you want, my love. Want me to make you squirt or cream? Want me to fuck you hard and fast.” As he spoke, he sucked on the skin he could see, seeming that you had your wedding dress on and only the top of your chest was available to him.

“ Want me to leave marks on your skin, showing everyone what’s mine? Or do you want to leave marks on my skin showing everyone what’s yours? Choose wisely, Angel.”, Jugram was teasing you and you were so ready for his dick, but he just continued rubbing your skin in circles and sucking or kissing on your sweet spots.

You wanted to scream but held yourself together, “ Make me messy, it’s only right I get the preview of our honeymoon, Jugo. Give it to me hard and fast, but please don’t make me stain my dress. You’re not even supposed to be seeing me before I walk down the aisle, bad luck is coming our way Jugo.” Jugram smirked a little against your shoulders, raising his pretty eyes to meet yours in the mirror.

He turned you around and helped you on top of the vanity, not caring if it broke under your weight or how hard he was about to fuck you. You cared though, he could see the panic in your eyes and movements; he didn’t know why, but he was turned on from the panic spreading from your eyes and running out of your eyes and across your entire face. He liked the adrenaline. The rush of only being able to get you to panic, fall, or fold underneath him.

Jugram unzipped his pants with his left hand as his right hand was placed on the side of your cheek. He passionately kissed you, detaching his lips to whisper to you about holding up your dress right before attaching his lips to yours again, this time more roughly. You liked the feeling of his lips on yours even if they are rough going.

As you tried to bunch up the front of your dress to allow him access to your pussy, he detached his lips from the slow lip locking kiss with a string of saliva being the only evidence of the passionate kiss. He helped you and saw your pretty white lingerie panties causing him to curl his finger under the ban, snapping it against your skin, “ Please tell me you have more of these for the honeymoon, my love. They look so pretty and perfect for the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, darling.”

You smirked at him as you tightly held onto one part of your dress bunched up in your right hand that held onto the vanity table and your left hand held onto the other side of the vanity table, “ You’ve seen other pussies, my dear Jugram? Not very wise of you but as for the answer to your question” you smiled at him, seductively looking up at him through your eyelashes. “ you’ll have to find out.”

He almost chuckled at your stupid little joke, but he was too occupied bending down to plant butterfly kisses on your white lingerie panties covering your sweet pussy he loved to see and be inside of. He soon reached into the ice bucket on the side of you with the champagne in there— pulling out an ice cube to put in his mouth. Jugram went back to kissing and sucking on your clit through your pussy with the ice in his mouth. You squealed at the coldness of the ice on your clothed pussy, it felt so good to be true. So good that you might squirt especially with the little licks and kisses he was planting on your soaking pussy. You grew wetter at this little act of service but had to stop it, “ Feels s’good, Jugram, but I need you inside of me.” Jugram stood up again and licked his lips— savoring the little taste of water and your pussy.

He took out his cock and lined himself up with the opening of your pussy, “ Such an impatient little slut. I’ll give you what you so desperately want, my pretty bunny.” You didn’t know where the nickname came from, but you liked hearing him say it especially with his deep, pretty voice.

His cock was so heavy and thick against your pussy and you couldn’t take it, so you tried to move your hips up and down. Jugram stopped that right away with a firm grip of your thigh, his other hand moved your panties to the side earning a groan from him as some of your wetness dripped down your pussy.

Jugram threw his head back when he pushed inside of your aching, wet pussy. He looked so beautiful with his head thrown back as Adam's apple bobbed so beautifully alongside his mouth opening letting out a loud groan, “ shit, such a wet pretty pussy you have. Want to fill you up. May I?” You nodded your head tk his question— your mouth was open in a large O as he dug into your pussy. Meanwhile, the only reason he was talking so much is because your pussy always have Jugram vocal with you, it was a weakness to him.

Your head hit the mirror almost shattering it, yet you didn’t give a damn— not when you have a big dick filling up your cunt. Your pussy welcomed Jugram in as he started to move in and out of you. He suddenly snatched your dress out of your hands and held it to your mouth, “ bite for me, doll. Aughhh! Fuck you’re squeezing me here.” You bite into your dress, holding it up for Jugram to see himself go in and out of your pussy with you clinging onto him like a girl who never wanted to let go. The grip of your pussy on his cock was a beautiful sight to behold.

Jugram couldn’t take anymore and needed to make you cum, so he can finally cum inside of your beautiful pussy— it will be the first for this day. He gripped your hips and slammed into you with neediness, the slaps of his hips hitting your inner thighs were beautiful. Your muffled screams were loud while he pounded inside of you without a care in the word if your cream dripped onto his suit or pieces of your dress. Your hands were on his pelvis trying to stop him from moving so fast.

“ No no, sweetheart. Take it, we only have a little amount of time. Should’ve pulled yourself together like I asked you, my love.”, he says in between hard thrusts. Your eyes widened as you felt your insides tighten at the feeling of his dick battering inside of your sobbing, tight pussy.

He leaned in to look in your eyes— holding eye contact with you as his cock swirled inside of you because of the rolling of his hips slamming into yours, you were sure your pussy was makin a mess on his cock and soon tears were building up in your eyes as you tried so hardly to maintain contact with him as he fucked you so good.

The grunts and whimpers he sung was beautiful and staring in his eyes was even more beautiful. “ Mmmphh, I cdwnt, plesssss.” Your muffled moans were so damn cute.

“ Let go for me, darling. Let Bazz listen to you come undone on my cock. Let him hear you scream as I pound you through your orgasm. Let him listen to what he can’t have. Fuck!”, Jugram moaned as he continued pounding into you. The objects on the desk you sat on fell on the floor as he pounded your pussy with want and need. Once you take in his words, your eyes widen at his sentence and you let go of your dress from your mouth because of your mouth opening in a loud scream.

Your cunt gripped Jugram so hard that he had no choice but to cum inside you as you came undone on his cock that was pumping and stretching you out even more. “ Fuckkkk, Jugo, ahhhnnn.”

Jugo came deep inside of your womb, “ Fucking hell! Nhnn~ such a beautiful cunt for a beautiful woman of mine.” Jugram eyes were back to normal after his vision went white whilst he came inside of you. He took in your messy look and grew proud of himself. Your hair was messed up, mascara ran down your face because of your tears of pleasure, and your lipstick was smudged across your face. He looked up at himself in the mirror and laughed— he actually laughed. Jugram’s lips had your lipstick smudged on them and his forehead was forming a party of sweat across it.

He kissed your lips before pulling out of your messy pussy, “ ahhh! You did so good f’me, so damn good. Now let’s get this wedding started, darling. Wouldn’t want everyone to leave before they got to see your gorgeous face, now would we?” He tucked himself back into his pants prior to helping you pull up your panties and fix your dress.

He suddenly turned to the door and spoke in his authority voice to someone outside the door, “ Bazz, since you were so incompetent to listen, you can inform the makeup artist and hair stylist that my wife needs a retouch, please include that I’ll pay them double their original amount.”

You then heard a kick of the door and a loud groan, “ such a dick move, Jugo.” It was Bazz's voice and your eyes widened at how he knew it was him. Jugram sensed that was gonna be your next question and answered you, “ Could feel his presence and heard his little curses as he listened to me pounding inside of your cunt.” You looked away when he said the last part, you forgot how brash he can be sometimes.

Jugram grabbed your chin, “ Open for me, pretty bunny.” You opened your mouth immediately and he knew he had you with that nickname now. Jugram looked in your eyes as something dropped on your tongue. You couldn’t see what it was; you could feel it instead. It was warm and stringy. It was his spit. This only turned you on even more as you swallowed the warm liquid down your throat. You were going to love being his wife.

A knock on the door solidified this moment and Jugram pulled away from you with a smirk. He soon turned to walk out the door, not before stopping in the thereshold where the hairstylist and makeup stylist sat there wide eyed at you two, “ I’ll looking forward to seeing you out there, wife.”

You smiled and nodded at him, “ See you out there, husband.”

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queenvidal · 7 months

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The Missing Piece

Chapter 2: Strange Feelings

Chapter Summary: Goodneighbor is facing quite some problems but Hancock needs a break. It's hard to concentrate with his mind spiraling back to the woman from the vault.

Wordcount: 2159

Chapter Index:

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch. 4 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6 / Ch. 7 / Ch. 8 / Ch. 9

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The last week has been a mess.

The group of green skins that have attacked Nick and Blue settled down not far away from Goodneighbor. In fact, they came far too close for Hancock’s liking. He and Fahrenheit spend the last few days working hard on finding a solution. So hard even that John didn’t have time to take one of his little chem breaks every now and then to take off the edge.

His usually blurred mind sobered up over the time and got almost completely clear and sharp and it just wouldn’t shut up. Though being sober isn't something John is unfamiliar with, the sheer chaos in his head had kept him from concentrating.

Thoughts were racing through his head, bringing past demons back into focus. His mind zoned out constantly, brought him back to diamond city, to the things he did and didn’t do. But the worst part was the anxiety. Out of the blue he’d feel knots tightening in his chest, making it hard to breathe. He’d find himself clenching onto his sofas or desk, his chest heaving. At first he thought it might be some kind of bad tripping or a response to the never ending flood of pictures in his head. But he knows what that feels like and it doesn’t come close to whatever is going on with him now. It’s something he has no idea how to handle.

His nerve-racking arm was just the cherry on the top. Amari couldn’t find what was causing that unpleasant feeling and ended up just injecting Med-X. It did not help in the slightest, but Hancock didn’t bother to tell her. He thanked her for her help with Blue and his arm and quickly left.

“Hancock, what the fuck?” She asks, looking up from the map on the table. John’s face stays unreadable sternly, if she wouldn’t know him as well as she does, she’d find it quite intimidating. “That’s just bullshit! Are you even listening to what I’m saying? We are low on supplies as it is.” She points onto the map. “We can't go in with two teams, the two blocks are still raider territory, we'd have to -"

Needless to say that John’s mood soured quickly over the past few days and Fatenheit is getting sick of it.

“I’ve said two teams and two teams will get sent.” His voice is uncomfortably calm. The guards around the makeshift warrable share uneasy glances. Hancock has been really on edge like he is right now. To call the atmosphere in the room tense would be an understatement.

Fahrenheit doesn’t care about what he wants. “I won’t send our men on a suicide mission just because these mutants hurt the robots little girlfriend.”

John's knuckles are turning white from the tight grip on the table. “You do as I say.”

“Nope. Know what, I’m out.” Fahrenheit rounds the table to go for the door. She snips into the air, getting her men moving out of the room. “I am fucking tired of your irrational and stubborn orders. We'll adjourn this whole revenge trip of yours until you get your shit together. Go get your ass to The Third Rail and get wasted or something. It is absolutely impossible to work with you right now!" And with that the woman steps out of the office, leaving Hancock alone in the dim light of a few candles.

He's furious. How dare she talk to him like that? As much as he treasures their friendship, this woman is crossing lines. At the end of the day, he's the mayor and she's just his right hand. He's in charge and that's something she needs to keep in mind. it's one thing to yell at him when they are private and talking eye to eye, no problem with that. But she has to fucking stay in line when it is business related. Especially with their men around.

Her current disobedience is maddening. And the damn migraine isn't helping either. Or his shaking hands. Or the cold sweet. For fuck sake, withdrawals already? The absolute last thing he wants to do is admitting that Fahrenheit was right. Maybe he really should take a break and drown himself in cheap whisky that would make humans go blind. Maybe combined with jet, slowing his spinning mind that won't shut up about things he'd rather not think about.

Well, If they are still having jet and whisky, or alcohol in general that is. Their supply line is still cut. Another problem Hancock still has to solve. Maybe the mutants will kill the raiders or the other way around. That would be the easiest way but that again, nothing in the Commonwealth is easy.

Whatever. There is still an untouched 'survival kit' of all kinds of chems in the drawer of the mayor's desk. It definitely won't save his life when his town of criminals and junkies revolt against him for letting them dry down but at least he would be far away in mindless bliss when they paint his office with his guts.

Damn, since when did his thoughts go down such dark roads? John shakes his head, he really needs a break before his thoughts drive him crazy. With a sigh he takes his pack of smokes and leaves for The Third Rail.

When he passes Ham with a nod in greeting and enters the bar, he gets hit by the smell of cheap perfume, booze, smoke and vomit. Home.

The ghouls face cracks a smile when he sees his favorite detective sitting right at the bar, downing a longdrink, that smells exactly like coolant. Hancock takes the chair next to him. "Look who's here. Mind some company, Nicky?"

The synth huffs a laugh and takes a sip from his drink before he answers. "Not at all. And who am I to reject the mayor of Goodneighbor?"

Hancock orders two whiskeys and downs them both in one needy gulp. The liquid slowly burns its way down John's throat. Damn, he really needed that. While savoring the slow burn, he puts the glasses down with a loud clink.

Nick eyes Hancock with a questioning frown. "Ehm. A bit eager, are we?" Charlie refills the glasses without a comment and hovers away to the other guests.

John pulls out a pack of smokes from his pocket, taking one out and offers Nick one as well. The detective doesn't say no but the frown doesn't leave his face when he takes one.

"Long day in the office." John sighs as he lights up his cigarette before taking a long drag. "How are you doing, Nicky, everyone treating you alright?"

Nick simply nods before he takes another sip. "Yeah, yeah."

John notices the tiredness in the synth's voice. Something is the matter. "So." The ghoul starts. "And what is your excuse for being here? Despite the girls and drinks?" Hancock lets his gaze wander through the bar. All familiar faces are sitting on crates, listening to Magnolia, drinking, fainting. Nothing out of the ordinary. A black haired woman meets his eyes, she smiles at him from under her bangs. Hancock acknowledges her by tipping his hat down a bit before he returns his attention back to his friend who still didn't answer his question.

Nick's eyes are glued at the almost empty glass in his hand while he takes long drags of his cigarette. He looks lost in thought, like he is pouting for whatever reason. "C'mon Nicky, what's bothering you? Everything alright with your vaultie?"

The synth just shakes his head. Eventually he sighs, "No, not really." John feels his stomach drop at that. Were her injuries more severe than they thought, did she catch an infection? All kinds of scenarios are floating around in his head. Nick takes another drag, "But I guess the Doc already told you."

Actually she didn't. John hasn’t talked to her since Nick and Blue came into town. His arm did really go on his nerves, but he didn’t want to bother Amari with it again. He figured it might be part of his ghoulification. Losing some parts other than the nose and ears is normal, usually a toe or two. To lose whole limbs is possible but it's very, very rare. Definitely not something John would be looking forward to but in the end he knew what he got himself into when he made his decision to become one.

Also the last days were very stressful. He was so occupied with his arm and the super mutants, he simply forgot to ask the doc about the woman from a vault.

Which is a total lie.

John found his mind taking him back to the night where Nick and Blue stumbled through the gates ever so often. But lying to himself is easier than facing his worries for a person he barely met. Or the strange clenching of his guts whenever he memorized Blue’s wound and the sheer amount of blood all over her suit and Nick.

John tears his mind away from the memory, "Haven't spoken to her since you two came here. What's wrong?"

The vague answer only adds to the uneasy feeling in Hancock guts. "Care to be a bit more precise?"

Nick just sighs. “A lot.”

"She… well, let's say she's been through a lot and it shows - mentally."

Now that just piques John's curiosity. "What do you mean?"

"You know I don't talk about running investigations, Hancock."

So Blue is an actual client of his. Why the hell would somebody from a vault leave one of the safetes places in the Commonwealth behind to ask a synth detective for help? John hits the synth on his shoulder lightly. "Come on now, Nick. Don't leave me hanging here like that."

Nick puts out his cigarette in an ashtray before looking up to answer. "She's in the Rexford. Talk to her if you want to know more about her story, it's not my place to tell."

Hancock just rolls with his eyes. Of course he could just do that but if he’s honest to himself, her private matters are none of his business. Sure, he could defend himself by playing the 'I'm the mayor of the town and saved your life' card but that's not his style. And technically did Amari save her life - He just stabbed Finn out of the way.

John cringes internally at that. Damn, shes a fucking vaultie after all, her people are not used to the harsh reality outside their giant metal doors. Hell, she even most likely never saw a ghoul before. What must she be thinking of him-

"Good evening, mayor Hancock."

The soft voice behind the men makes them turn their heads towards the source of it. It’s the black haired girl from the table on the other side of the bar.

"Good evening yourself-" John knows her, he is certain of it but what's her name again? Mindy? Suzi? "Pretty." Or just go with harmless, flattering pet names. A method that proved to be very sufficient over the years. The woman gives him a bright smile in response. "What can I do for you?" John asks even though he already knows what she's up to.

She bites her lower lip playfully, all of the sudden acting shy. "Well, I wondered if you'd like to have some company later, you know?”

Yeah, just like John thought. Nick looks at him with a knowing smile on his face but doesn't say anything. The ghoul considers her invention for a moment. The main dilemma for the last few years, ever since he became mayor of Goodneighbor - Sex or drugs.

Both at the same time can be fun, too. But the possibility of passing out during a one night stand, being that vulnerable around a person who is just interested in his caps or chems, or just has a weird ghoul fetish, that's stuff nightmares are made of. At least his. So no, both are not an option.

"You can have him." Nick says nonchalantly as he stands up from his chair. "I've finished my drink anyway and I have a client to take care of."

Jealousy hits John like a bolt of lightning. A feeling he didn't have in a very long time. It's so sudden and without warning, it takes him off guard. He tries not to read too much into that and turns his attention back to Trudy. Or Ruby? The woman takes Nick's seat immediately even though John hasn't answered yet. With a sigh on the remaining of his lips he just gives in. No drugs tonight then. But before Nick is out of earshot, John calls after him. There is one burning question he needs an answer for. "Nick! Blue ain't her real name, is it?"

The synth waves at him as he makes his way to the exit. "It's not."

Chapter Index:

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch. 4 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6 / Ch. 7 / Ch. 8 / Ch. 9

Masterlist

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k-s-morgan · 11 months

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How are you? I am sending love and hugs your way. xx

Hello again! Thank you for your support <3 I hope you don't mind me using your ask to make my monthly post!

June, especially its second half, was easier for me than the nightmarish May and the devastating end of April. The number of Russian terrorist attacks on my city decreased, and I finally managed to recover a little, though some nights were still horrifying, and some people died despite Kyiv having a great air-defense system. But the horrors continued for Ukraine as a whole. Russia exploded the dam, flooding a vast territory, causing an ecocide and harming & killing so many living beings that it's impossible to count them all.

One night in June, Russian missiles hit a residential building in a Kriviy Rig city. 11 people died, which is a miracle, considering the damage. Many pets died as well.

That's one example of many of such attacks. Kramatorsk tragedy, which happened just several days ago - more civilians dead, including children. Kherson, which keeps being tortured daily on such a constant basis that barely anyone pays attention to it, even though people keep dying. Dnipro, Kharkiv - people die every day. Russia delights in causing pain and taking lives- literally, it's all over their official channels and social media. They are a caricature-like villain to the point where I wouldn't believe it if I wasn't witnessing it myself.

But, as always, everything isn't bad. Ukraine made some progress on the battlefield; I got to post my chapter and now I've left for my vacation. Initially, I wanted to go to Poland, but I had to change my plans because of my beautiful pigeon, who was sick at the time. She passed away since then, and I couldn't change my plans again. I'm very happy with my choice, though! I'm still in Ukraine, but I'm surrounded by nature. It's so lovely. Also, to my surprise, I got into a Batman/Joker ship, so now I'm exploring a new fandom :D It's always a delight.

I want to thank all of you for sticking around still! Thank you to my wonderful readers who leave reviews, kudos, asks and likes: I treasure your feedback and it makes me so happy. Thank you to all those who worry about me, who message me, and who support me on Patreon. Actually, the Patreon money is what helped me get through the horrible May and still go on my vacation. I felt so exhausted and drained from nightly bombings that it damaged my workability, and I earned less than usual. I honestly can't explain how much your support and help means, what it did to me. It helped me hold on and keep my sanity intact.

Here's the beautiful sight I observed yesterday: two rainbows appearing at once after the rain. I know people see this stuff across the world, but it felt like a good sign.

#personal #ukraine #russia is a terrorist state

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yuwumeniji · 1 year

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Luxiem & A Trace Of Wonder

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Luxiem based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!

EXTRA NOTES: wuwuywuwywuw did i finally start writing again??? yes . do i have a new fixation on a bl novel???also yes so now im mashing these two interests of mine together... just like how i started this blog

GENERAL

a luxiem au based on 해의 흔적 (a trace of wonder)

for the sake of this au, they are from the same jp guild - Luxiem (the guild from the original is an sk guild, so since anycolor is jp, luxiem will fall under jp.... plus en is a very broad area... bear with me LMAO)

Luxiem are considered the top JP Guild and one of the top guilds worldwide

the source material IS from a BL novel, but there will be no mentions of romance for this post

i went a little chuuni to name the abilities ok i dont think the novel had that - im just cringe like that

dear god i did not proofread this but something definitely possessed me in order to write this out instead of whatever college essay i got due soon

BRIEF ATOW UNIVERSE EXPLANATION

ok so think of it as like a modern era rpg game - the awakened class of people refers to those with supernatural abilities and dungeons are areas in the world where treasure and strong monsters spawn (sometimes these dungeons are based on parts of history as well)

the awakened class makes up about 10% of the population

those who are awakened have access to these dungeons in order to beat them within a certain time frame with Class S dungeons being the most deadly

those who are awakened also form guilds in order to enter such dungeons and have jurisdiction over ones that spawned with the guild's country - no other country is allowed to interfere with another

those who are awakened have two abilities - one main and one hidden ; the hidden ability also comes with a penalty and should be used with caution as the power may interfere with every day life outside of combat/cause hindrance when dungeon crawling

for the powerscalling in the universe, it is from Class E (lowest) to Class S (highest) ; this works for both the classification of awakened people and dungeon ranking

the main abilities that are at least mentioned here are restorers, hunters, mages and healers ; 2/4 classes are combative while the others are non-combative, but still useful when dungeon crawling

i hope my shitty explanation gets you to read the novel/manwha so that you can understand it better LMAO

MORE UNDER THE CUT

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IKE EVELAND

CLASSIFICATION: Class A Healer

MAIN ABILITY: Priest's Waterfall

ike has the ability to heal using his staff without using too much mana. however, he is restricted to water - by using other elements, he runs the risk of depleting too much mana before entering the boss' room in a dungeon.

his staff has the appearance of a large quill. no one knows the reasoning behind it as most staffs on the guild markets are stick-like

HIDDEN ABILITY: Darkness of the Deep

ike has the hidden ability to summon a powerful tentacle-like creature of nightmares. with this, ike switches classes - from non-combative to combative. however, the tentacle-like creature is sentient and moves on its own, ike has no control over what it hits. the creature is also considered to be a glass canon ; while it is powerful, it can only withstand attacks for so long and is on a time limit.

ike can only use his hidden ability when threatened ; he and mysta are the only non-combative members of the guild and this is his only way of protecting them both if no one else could not help.

PENALTY: everything he touches becomes an inky water

without mysta around, most solid objects around ike become an inky liquid that is as viscous as water if he touches it - it's strange, but definitely an inconvenience to his everyday life.

fortunately, his penalty does not harm humans

his strength lies in his durability and mana. he is also quite knowledgable of different types of potions and strengthening spells that help out with dungeon crawling

in fact, ike naturally houses the most mana within the guild followed by shu, mysta, vox and luca.

he originally came from a swedish guild overseas before his meeting with vox, who recruited ike with the promise of hatsune miku figures if he joined Luxiem (this is my attempt at humor)

ike is usually the one who gathers intel on their next dungeon - thanks to his quick reading speed and familiarity with mythos, ike predicts what would the location and boss of the dungeon with 99.99% accuracy

LUCA KANESHIRO

CLASSIFICATION: Class A Hunter

MAIN ABILITY: Heightened Strength

despite not wielding any kind of weapon, luca is proud of his brute strength - just one tap from him could reduce skyscrapers into dust clouds.

HIDDEN ABILITY: Shapeshifting

luca's hidden ability can only be activated if he has ingested a specific kind of gemstone - however with his hidden ability, he can only turn into a lion that possesses supernatural qualities for a short period of time

the lion is big btw ... just letting you know haha

PENALTY: Lion's Mane

with the penalty in place, luca essentially walks around with a huge lion's mane. he complains about how heavy it is and how the hair gets everywhere

unlike the other members, luca does not possess any magical strength - arguably he could just be a regular civilian who happens to possess superhuman strength; most of luxiem thought he was a civilian until they found out about his penalty

he also is proficient with long range weapons such as guns and arrows, but he is mainly the brawler of the group

while luca was originally scouted by vox to join, luca is actually the one who has the leadership role - the demon said that he prefers a more 'in the shadows' kind of role anyways and handed the position to luca; the guild members aren't sure if luca is actually aware of that, but they all appreciate the work and effort he gives towards the guild.

the guild luca was in has a partnership with luxiem and is currently being led by his older brother

MYSTA RIAS

CLASSIFICATION: Class A(?) Restorer

MAIN ABILITY: Restoration

after seeing a structure, mysta has the ability to 'restore' it to it's original state - for instance, if ike had turned a wardrobe into ink, mysta has the ability to restore the wardrobe's appearance and functionality before it was turned into ink.

mysta's true abilities is unknown - if anything, he has enough magical strength to bring life back

however, there are some ethical issues involving the restoration of life and is considered taboo for a restorer to interfere with the death of a living thing.

generally, mysta has the strength to restore even stadiums after an earthquake to its original form and functionality - it is possible that he may be a Class S, but no further assessment has been made yet

HIDDEN ABILITY: Medusa's Petrification.

this is the only ability mysta has that is allowed to be used on living creatures - he essentially turns things into stone rather than restoring them to its original state

the only way this ability is activated is when mysta experiences a very strong emotion such as fear or despair

he only has to look at the object or creature in front of him in order for it to turn into stone - fortunately, even with the hidden ability activated, he could still undo the process if he accidentally petrifies a guild member

PENALTY: Floating

for some odd reason, mysta's penalty is that he has no control over gravity - his body becomes weightless and therefore starts to float. he essentially becomes a balloon and many of the guild members just walk him around with a string attached to his belt so he doesn't fly off to who knows where before his penalty wanes off.

mysta was actually not part of a guild when he was scouted - in fact, he was working as an odd-jobs repair man who did small gigs in order to get by.

mysta also has the least amount of dungeon experience as he is of a non-combative class ; surprisingly enough, not many guilds seek restorers to join.

despite that, mysta is a highly sought out restorer due to his efficiency - buildings turned into rubble could be restored within a matter of seconds

he is also the only one in the guild who is responsible for the loot they earned and items each member brings into the dungeons

SHU YAMINO

CLASSIFICATION: Class S Mage

MAIN ABILITY: Summoner

as his main ability states, shu is a summoner who could gather up to Class A monsters to listen to him.

he also has the ability to call upon 'yokai'-classed monsters through the usage of shikigami ; this aspect of his ability is dependent on the amount of shikigamis he brings with him into dungeons.

HIDDEN ABILITY: God's Messenger

when activated, shu has the ability to call down one of japan's seven lucky gods to battle. this is randomized and he doesn't have the ability to choose which one will come help.

luckily for him, he doesn't have to worry about the gods not responding to him; no matter the call, they will answer.

depending on who is summoned, shu takes on the form of one of the seven lucky gods and uses their abilities in combat.

essentially, shu becomes possessed by the god he has summoned but does run the risk of being permanently possessed by them even though his combat ability is on a timer

the only problem with this ability is that this can only be activated if he senses that the danger is too high ; ideally in Class S dungeons where the survival rate is essentially 0%.

PENALTY: Inability to feel pain

this penalty could be proven fatal to shu as he would be numb to all kinds of pain - from the tiniest scratch to getting his heart ripped out ; it would be too late for shu to notice if anything bad happens to him.

this penalty is activated the minute he uses his hidden ability, thus putting his own life at an even higher risk of possession and even death

similarly to mysta, shu was not a part of a guild when he was scouted, in fact, he had been staying at his family's temple as one of the priests who carried out sacred rituals to protect his town from dungeons spawning nearby.

tragically, shu is one of the few guild members to experience loss through the dungeons.

when vox found him, he was surround by the rubble of what was originally his home town - the Class A dungeon wiped the town off the map. with no where else to go, shu decided to follow vox and the rest of luxiem.

shu often helps ike with intelligence and is often in charge of dungeons that originate in japanese mythos

he was the last member to be recruited - words of a powerful sorcerer had reached vox's ears, but he didn't expect to find him in that state.

despite the tragedy, shu is thankful for having met the boys of luxiem - he's glad to call them home

VOX AKUMA

CLASSIFICATION: Class S Hunter

MAIN ABILITY: Shadow Swordsman

vox is quite proficient with the sword, combined with the demon-like energy that festers within the shadows, he becomes an unstoppable killing machine

not only can he infuse the dark energy into whatever blade he is holding, he also has the ability to create a clone who wields the sword the same way he does

HIDDEN ABILITY: Divine Judgement

he has the ability to strike a mighty light into his opponents - it is a devastating ability that clashes with his already dark main ability

it can strike through the thickest material and destroy what is wicked ; often destroying the dungeon completely and automatically clearing it in order to avoid any more casualties.

it is another ability that can only be activated during dire situations, similarly to shu's hidden ability.

PENALTY: Temporary Blindness

as the light he summons is from the almighty, it does temporarily blind vox for a little while as punishment for using god's ability for his quest to find out what causes dungeons to spawn

the first and last time vox had his penalty in place, shu was the one who helps guide him around with the usage of his shikigami - on the other hand, luca was the one to pull pranks on vox while he's blind (vox can tell it's luca because of his laugh)

vox has the most dungeon crawling experience out of all the members of luxiem and is the one who recruited all of them to join his guild - he's happy to find such like minded people he could call home.

while his physical or magical strength doesn't exceed all members of luxiem, he is the most proficient and stable in terms of combat ; he has used his hidden ability only once in his entire career as a hunter

luxiem's leader in the shadows, while he doesn't take a direct leadership role, vox usually is the one who approves of or disapproves of luca's wild antics.

ok a lot of the times, vox does approve of luca's antics because "he's just being silly your honour" - only when the situation is that dire will he take matters into his own hands.

he's usually the one calling strategy meetings before going into dungeons

#yuwrote #holy shit yuwu content is real and its just a bl novel brainrot LMAO #do you guys want ship content because i could do that too if requested lol #i need to go through my inbox... ill get to you guys soon TT #nijisanji en luxiem #luxiem imagine #luxiem drabble #luxiem x reader #luxiem #shu yamino #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro #mysta rias #shu yamino x reader #vox akuma x reader #vox akuma #mysta rias x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader

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tsukishiro-himari · 1 month

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「Memorandum a few years ago」

I was crying involuntarily.

But I've opened up the future

by pushing forward.

That's why I won't run away.

Repaint despair with a new color.

Last night I waited for hours to rent a car,

but there was a problem with the rental.

So I walked to the motel under the

cold sky and finally got there at 1:00 am.

When I found out dinner was cold rice,

my tears welled up.

Having warm rice to eat every night is

so wonderful…

Singing from "my living heart” in

all black while surrounded

by sparkling idols makes me

so nervous but when my song resonates

with your heart I cry with happiness.

I will continue to fight as the one and

only Isiliel.

sometimes m＆m's inside

American chocolate bars…

chocolate in chocolate aaaaa(*o*)

I've been receiving messages

from Mexico fans for a long time

asking me to liveperformance here as well.

And I'm contacting the eventer and

working so that I can go to the near future.

I will sing to the whole world with

Mexico's "Day of the Dead" livestream.

Your words are our future!

It's difficult to continue.

But I want to continue to love.

I'm overwhelmed by life’s difficulties

and can get lost in myself.

Alone in a place where the ground was

shifting and a cold strong wind blowed,

I really felt that.

But I will always keep standing.

That’s Isiliel.

To everyone I’ve met on this path,

the greatest love and gratitude.

From today, I will head to the east coast

for the end of the tour.

I still don't know the meaning of

"it's risky to travel by car",

but the 14 hours x 3 days death relay

will start.

But anyway, I'll do my best positively

so that I can proceed while

enjoying various things!

I think.

" Wonderful memories become

treasures and strength in our heart."

Many of my expressions were influenced

by Neon Genesis Evangelion.

Yesterday Evangelion was broadcast in

my background, and I became

a part of the story and roared

with "散華一体" for the first time.

As a personal impression,

if "Myrkur" is a music

that reminds me of the texture of

dead trees in the deep forest,

"Nightwish" is

a profound velvet-like music,

and I really like both of them so much.

I could cry…

#himaplaying

I finally arrived at Chicago, the final place

of Isiliel's 1st WORLD TOUR!!

There have been various changes

in the environment,

but I will calm my mind and

do my best to send my song. GANBARU!!

#moonbowrising

Sometimes, I get attacked

by anxiety before going on stage.

But yesterday, I said to myself,

"First of all, having fun

is the most important thing.

And to work hard.

That's enough, it's definitely okay."

What I was able to say to myself

was a big growth for me.

I did it. my first time Jollibee is so good……

It was a so hard schedule,

but a lot of new things were born

among them.

Thank you for spreading Isiliel together!

I'm a metal baby now,

but I want to grow more and send music

that will keep you alive in the future.

Don't forget our treasure. See you again!

Pinky promise♡

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f4iryfied · 10 months

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wrote a lil fic abt violet’s pov in xaden’s chapter

//spoilers//

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“Why is braiding hair so fucking hard?” Xaden asks, grumbling. “Oh, it can’t be that hard, you just take the strands and twist them over each other in a pattern” I respond. A smile appears across my face seeing him struggle with something as simple as braiding my hair. But I also feel the need to smile because he’s here, a busy wingleader, taking the time to do something as simple as braiding my hair. Deep down, Xaden is such a softie. My softie. We’re back in Xaden’s room, which has soon become my favourite place. I’m seated cross-legged on his carpet floor in between his knees, while he’s on the bed. “Is this alright Violence?” I take a look at his work, and seconds pass. “Violence?” “It’s pretty good for a beginner…” I replied. “When I said never lie to me, I meant it.” he says playfully. “Okay, it’s pretty shit. But I love it nonetheless.” I tilt my head up, and he leans down. My lips fit on his so perfectly, and I think to myself how grateful I am for him, and these moments. I want to record and treasure them somewhere forever.

I slowly open my eyes, and notice I’m lying on an unfamiliar yet comfortable bed, in a strange room, with only one recognizable thing. Xaden. Sitting in a chair against the wall, I recognize him. He’s already overtaken my thoughts, and now my dreams. This man has me in his clutches, and I pray he never lets go. “You’re awake.” he says to me, with a strained and hoarse voice. As he walks to me, I notice his appearance; sleepless eyes, paler skin, and fresh scars. What happened? He sits by me and asks to look at my side. Stretching my arms, I nod. I don’t have it in me to speak words right now. Xaden gently lifts my nightdress, clearly searching for something I’m unaware about. A mark or scar perhaps? A thin silver line maps the area just above my hip bone. I hear a whisper of the word, ‘miraculous’ from him. ‘What’s miraculous?” I echoed.

“Water” he croaks. Not the response to my question, but I do feel thirsty. He pours me a glass, and I don’t miss his shaky hands. A sense of dread overcomes me, I’m most definitely missing something. I gratefully take the glass and down it all, murmuring my thanks. He finally answers my question. “You are.” I meet his eyes, and we lose ourselves in each other. “You are miraculous, I was fucking terrified, Violet. There aren’t adequate words.”

He seems genuinely shaken for me which is confusing because I feel alright. In an attempt to calm him, I relax my hand above his heart, which is beating more than usual. “I’m fine, Xaden.” “I thought I was going to lose you” he chokes out. I feel a caress of his lips on my forehead and then my temple. He has a distraught look on his face, perhaps even shame. Lose me? I know being a rider means every second of your life is either in danger or about to be in danger, but we haven’t had any upcoming dangerous events lately. And with Liam as my shadow, Xaden’s influence, or my lightning signet, no one has dared to try to attack me again. “You aren’t going to lose me,” I insisted. I kissed him, and my kiss definitely helped because he passionately returned the kiss. Using his tongue in ways that steals away my thought process. Xaden pulls away and takes my hands into his, promising to make it up to me. “I’m not saying we won’t fight or you won’t want to throw those daggers at me when I’m inevitably an ass, but I swear I will always strive to do better.” Another strange confession, this feels like a fever dream. “Make what up to me?” His brow furrows and confusion blooms across his face. “How much do you remember? By the time we got you here, the poison spread to your brain and—” I cut him off. The memories flood back. Us arriving at Athebyne, the fliers, Xaden’s betrayal, the venin. And me falling. I remember my acceptance of death at that moment. I was ready to let go. I tug my hands away, I just kissed the guy who didn’t think twice about lying to me after I’d given him… everything. Everything.

oh wow my first fanfic ever? lmk what u guys think!! and is anyone counting the days down to iron flame, ughh I’m so impatient. part 2 perhaps idk ..🤷🏾‍♀️

#fourth wing #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #xadenviolet #rebecca yarros #fourth wing fanfic #books #fantasy #fanfic

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One thing that fascinates me is that now we have confirmation that Eddie doesn't remember 90% of the shooting. For me personally, it actually fills in a lot of Eddie's journey from waking up to the S5 panic attacks. Whether they actually address any of this when they go, Canon honestly won't change my mind, though. Because now it makes total sense, Eddie was already having conflicted thoughts in treasure hunt the Carla follow your heart moment, and he had feelings after being shot we saw in real time. Reaching for Buck, worried for Buck. Also makes sense Buck probably down played alot of how it went down, because well that's Buck you know. And none of the 118 were there to witness and retell it to Eddie.

So yeah, he probably woke up with tinges of feelings and not understanding remotely exactly what they were. Tried to fake it to male it with his girlfriend, but his subconscious never let him. Explains the beginning of the panic attack with the Buck look alike also.

I don't know how they will go Canon but if we never get a Buck again episode I hope we get one really long ass conversation between the 2. They do intense conversations so well and Ryan and Oliver don't get to do it enough. Just like after an intense moment and feelings realization to have them be filling in each other's blanks would make me incredibly happy. I know we have got to see them through this journey but I would love some POV moments you know????

Hi Nonnie! Thank you for sharing your thoughts! Regarding the possibility that Eddie doesn't remember the shooting, exactly as he said, I agree that it's a very real possibility, as I explained in this ask reply. I don't write off the possibility Eddie remembers but isn't admitting it, but yeah, I currently tend to think he doesn't.

As for Buddie having intense conversations, you know that I am here for every bit of Buddie crumbs we can get, let alone the small feasts that are their talks. I do know what you mean! I feel you! Though I think it's always good for us to be realistic. This show will always have them fill each other on some things off screen. It has always been like that, always will be. And as much as we may wish (if we're Buddie shippers) to have more of their talks, they probably have more regularly featured talks than any other non-romantic (canonically) pairing. I haven't checked this statistically, but that's the impression that 911 leaves me with, that both in quantity and quality, what Buck and Eddie have in terms of significant talks far surpasses any other (not canonically romantic) combo you can think of on the show.

That said, the filling each other in on significant things off screen actually makes Buddie more like the romantic couples. Because allowing us to simply assume they tell each other everything, even the stuff we don't see them talking about, and then hinting to us that they did, that's exactly how shows often treat their romantic couples. So any moment like that, where it's implied they share even the stuff we don't see them talking about (think Buck blurting out info about Eddie's love life with Ana during the call in 312) reminds us they're each other's life partners, not just work partners.

Thank you for the ask! I hope this helped. As always, here's my ask tag. xoxox

#buddie #buddie meta #911 meta #911meta #911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #edmundo diaz #evan buck buckley #9-1-1 #ask #anon ask #911onabc #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

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oh my god i am in heaven thank you so much for putting out so much monster boy content. i saw you mentioning you'd think asmo would be an alarune and i was wondering if you could write nsfw with him? can you put vine sex somewhere?

I feel like Asmodeus would be a lonely flower, wanting a place to call home but due to his nature of attacking humans he can't. Also I feel like I wrote Alarune Asmodeus before but I got new ideas.

Alarune Asmodeus with GN-Reader SFW and NSFW

Appearance

Lovely roses adorn his body, sprouting at random along his light sap green skin. They move, bloom, and even sift color based on his emotions. They normally take on a more pinkish salmon color. The more open he is with his emotions, the wider the flowers are. If he’s trying to hide his emotions or even ignore them, the flowers close up and can even dull in color.

His hair is silky and colored a mossy green and filled with rose leaves. He spends a lot of time running his fingers through his hair to keep it smooth.

He sits on top of a humongous rose. The petals can stretch much farther than his body, and even the outer petals can be longer than an average human. Much like the other roses on his body, this one can shift colors and move as well. If he feels like he’s in danger, he can close himself up completely.

He has several vines which he can use to move or even move things. He has a few vines that have sharp thorns decorating the outside of them. His body, mostly his arms and sides, can quickly shoot out thorns.

Other vines are smooth and, unlike the thorny ones, he uses these not for moving or defense but to move and manipulate things that his arms can’t reach.

Floral Drifting

Asmodeus is a drifter. As much as he could stay in one place and just have humans flock to him like bees to honey, some humans might get the wrong idea and try to slay him. They can be such jealous creatures. So he drifts around, following the warmer winds.

He uses his nectary and floral scent, which he uses his petals to waft around, to lure in his prey. He doesn’t ‘eat’ his prey like carnivores; he pulls their fluids out to feed himself. And even then, sometimes it’s not enough. He likes quality fluids.

At night, he tucks his vines into the soil and sleeps, closing up his petals.

Sometimes, during the rainy days, as the forest settles and the animals tucker away in their homes, he finds himself a bit lonely. It’s so quiet and only has the rain to keep the silence away.

Spending time with you

He was charmed by your little gardener's getup, stained overalls, straw hat, and clunky boots. How adorable, but when he tried to draw you in it didn’t work? He tried again and still nothing.

But even then, without being charmed, you called out how dry his roots looked. He was about to stick you full of thorns when you started watering him. It was gentle, and somehow he found himself enjoying the feeling. Well, he’ll let it go this time, maybe.

You come and visit him to take care of him, helping to pluck his dead leaves and even sift and soften the soil for him to rest in at night. You even fertilize it for him, even though he prefers to fertilize through absorbing essence. This isn’t too bad. He finds it cute! Soon, after just these few small acts, every time he sees you his flowers burst out and turn yellow or peach.

But the more time you care for him and even just spend time with him, the more his flowers curl up and turn purple.

Even after learning about what he does to humans and you still care for him, he clings to you. You are such an innocent and kind little human! What a treasure compared to some of those other humans.

There might come a day when some people from town find out about the monster in the woods. He knew it would happen, though he doesn’t want to leave you. You’ve found a special place in his green heart. But just as he finds the willpower to go you sneak him to your house and offer your greenhouse to hide it. It’s so warm and filled with so many well-taken care-of plants. He can hear them singing nothing but good things about you.

Well, if you went through all the trouble to set him up a space he’ll happily take it. Make sure to take care of him darling!

Foreplay

He loves kissing. Tasting your human saliva and feeling your tongue inside his mouth. His mouth tastes like rose tea and despite how his scent doesn’t affect you, his kisses and spit cause an aphrodisiac effect.

Once he’s seen you all worked up he’ll use his vines to pick you up and slowly peels off your clothes, smiling and giddy like he’s unwrapping a piece of candy. He makes a show of it and compliments you up and down, talking about each part of your body that he enjoys.

He’ll pull you back to his body so he can feel his skin against yours as he grinds his vines against your sex and your entrance, kissing you and hugging you as close as possible as his flower petals flutter in excitement. He all but tries to fuck your mouth with his tongue and leaves you breathless as drool leaks from both your mouths.

While he’s grinding on you, he feels like you have his hands grabbing the meat of your ass, kneading it and feeling the warmth through his fingers.

Sex

When he finally pushes inside you, his flowers flutter and morph into a deep red and he lets out a breathy moan. The air is thick with a heavenly honey-like smell. His vines fill you perfectly.

He likes having you as close as possible, but he doesn’t mind using his vines to hold you up and swirl his vines around you and stuff you. Even your mouth will be filled with his vines.

The vines let out a nectar smelling like slime that trails down your legs and mouth, making them easier and easier to thrust as deep as possible. He wants to feel as much as he can. h

He’ll go as gently as you want. He knows that humans are soft and gentle creatures, but if you want him to be rougher, he can be. The vines thrust into you, he masturbates watching you as well as feeling your velvety heat in all his vines. He might try to fit more of his vines inside you if he can.

When he cums, he makes sure to pull you close so he can see you covered in his essence. And when you cum he drinks down as much of your bodily fluids as he can.

Aftercare

He once again pulls you close and his vines drink up your fluids, leaving you surprisingly clean and refreshed. All the while, he nuzzles you and praises you, telling you over and over how wonderful you felt and tasted. You are so perfect for a human. A perfect match for him.

He’ll close his petals around both of you. Humans can get cold after sex, don’t they? Worry not, darling, he can prevent that!

His petals are fully bloomed and are a true red as he smiles down at you. He doesn’t seem to care that you can see how he feels.

#omnsfw #obey me asmodeus #obey me monster headcanons #asmodeus x reader #alarune asmodeus

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theleotorrio · 2 months

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Hello ♥ 19, 20, 23, 26, 31, 44, and 45 for the songs ask (if I may be greedy too)

Hi there!! You absolutely may be greedy, take whatever you want! 💙

19. A song that you’ve seen performed live

Absolutely have to go with 'Vegas lights' by Panic! At the Disco. I saw that years ago and it stuck with me because I did not like that song when listening to the album but then hearing it live was somehow a live altering experience, I can't even explain it, loved it since then.

20. A song that you’ve listened to on repeat recently

'Unsweetened lemonade' by Amelié Farren. I listened to that one for three hours on loop yesterday, so definitely on repeat. But it's so pretty and the subtle lyrics change in the last chorus gets to me every time, I love it.

23. A song from the soundtrack of your favorite video game/movie/TV show

'You see big girl /T:T' from the second Attack on Titan Season. The title is stupid, but the music slaps so bad, like the changes in the music the different instruments, the singing, it all just fits perfectly, especially the part around 4:22 min.

26. A song that reminds you of your favorite fictional character

The song 'Daniel in the Den' always reminds me of Levi from aot and basically everything that happened to him snd continues to happen to him. I think it's a really powerful song for him.

31. A song that you want to cover (regardless of how much talent you have)

Also entirely too many. I am lucky and got to do many of my musical favourites while doing musicals in school, so technically I got to cover those. A song I really want to cover but struggle is 'Do Re Mi' by trousdale because it is a trio and it sounds weird doing it alone, so it's difficult. And I want to do 'Cleopatra' by the lumineers, because it's beautiful.

44. A song from your favourite musical

Will I absolutely use this to give an additional answer? Yes, yes I will. 'legally blonde' from well legally blonde. Just the heartbreak in that song, the chemistry between elle and emmet, it hurts so bad, it's stunning

45. Your favorite Disney song

Well the entire Treasure Planet soundtrack, but if we go for one song it would be 'The launch' from the treasure planet, it's the best theme.

Thank you, this was a lot of fun!!

#thanks for the ask!#ask game #ask answered #music

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yoyeolears · 5 months

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it's okay not to be lonely//chapter 3 pt. 1

zhang hao x sung hanbin

genre: angst & fluff

warnings: death, cursing, a bit suggestive

masterlist: summary | 1 | 2 | 3 pt. 1 | 3 pt. 2| 4 | 5 | 6 (final)

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chapter 3 pt. 1: you saw me for who i am

word count: 1,441

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25th of November 2023

For the first time in a while, Hao was happy. Genuinely happy. He had never thought that a single person could have such an enormous impact on him, but lately Hanbin had been proving him wrong about many things.

Slowly but surely, he had managed to crack bits of the wall he had built and with little to alarmingly almost zero resistance on Hao's end, some old aspects of his life were making a steady but grand return. He found himself spending more and more time in and outside school with Hanbin, and less time inside his cramped and depressing flat, if one could even call it that.

Hao had slowly started healing and it was all thanks to him. He now had more things to look forward to every day. He started enjoying his classes more, he initiated conversations with regulars at the store, he scheduled daily library visits, and hung out with Hanbin any chance he got. But more importantly, he finally had a goal. He no longer lived day by day waiting for everything to be over. He was now determined to turn his life around for the better. Hao was going to graduate, and he was going to make his late parents proud.

“Jesus, how long have you been going at it?”

Hao almost fell out of his seat at the sudden interruption. His pen wasn’t so lucky. It flew out of his hands violently before falling in front of the perpetrator’s feet.

He held a hand in front of his heart, “Are you trying to outlive me or something?”

Hanbin rolled his eyes at him, “Or maybe, you just get scared too easily. Just like when you get flustered.”

He gasped, “I don’t get flustered that much!”

“Really? Is that why your face has changed colours completely right now?”

Hao panicked, reaching out to touch his cheeks. Hot.

He slouched his shoulders defeated.

“Are you casting spells on me or something? I swear I am not like that normally.”

Hanbin laughed, ruffling his hair, “Maybe it’s because you like me too much.”

He started sweating. One of these days, Hao was going to have a heart attack, and his vicious remarks would be the cause for his unfortunate demise.

“Cat got your tongue Hao Hao?”

That was another thing that had changed in their relationship. Combining his newfound desire to live and enjoy his life to the fullest and your possible flirting, which he was trying his hardest not to take too seriously, Hanbin had also given him a nickname. The last person to call him by an endearing term had been his mum. The endearment Da Bao had been extensively used by his mum since he was a toddler. No matter what the circumstances looked like, his mum would always address him as such. After all, he was her only child. Her only treasure. Her biggest achievement as she had once told him.

He quickly composed himself, “No, I am perfectly fine. You’ve got it all wrong.”

Hanbin squinted his eyes, “Mhm, I am sure I do.”

“Yes, that’s right! All under control here!”, he insisted.

Now, Hao had admittedly got better at being human again, but being slightly socially awkward had always been a part of him, and Hanbin magically bursting into his life wasn’t going to change that.

Hanbin laughed at his unnecessary comment, before settling down next to him.

“So, how long are you going to be here for? It’s almost 6pm now. Classes ended three hours ago.”, he enquired, elbow pressed on the table, palm on your chin.

“Well, I don’t have anywhere to be. Also, why are interrogating me when you are here yourself?”, Hao pointed out, raising his eyebrow at him.

‘Huh, you got caught’, he thought.

“I had dance practice. It’s a Thursday.”

The growing smirk was flat out whipped off his face.

“Right! It’s Thursday. I knew that.”, Hao scratched his head.

Hanbin shook his head at him, “You are going to conjoin with the books at this point, I swear! That’s why I am here to take you away.”

“And take me where?”, he asked ironically baffled.

“I don’t know. Anywhere, but here. What type of person would I be if I let my dear Hao Hao rot in the library!”, Hanbin exasperated.

Hao sighed, before admitting defeat. He closed his textbooks and quickly packed his pens, before standing up ready to follow him anywhere he decided to take him.

Hanbin beamed at him, practically jumping out of the chair in excitement.

Hao smiled gently at the latter's cute antics, “So, where are you taking the happily-to-get-married-to-his-books guy to?”

“Oh my god, look at you making witty remarks.”, Hanbin gave him a light punch on the shoulder.

“I’ve always been witty! I don’t know what you are talking about!”, Hao defended himself, “Now, do you have any idea in mind?”

“We could just go home and watch a movie.”, he suggested.

Home? Which home? Hanbin's or his? Hao hoped Hanbin meant his place, because while he was nearly certain he would never judge Hao, that little pea sized part of his brain still feared if Hanbin's perception of him would change after seeing his living arrangments.

“I was thinking of yours, since my mum is in town, and I don’t want to make things awkward for us.”

Hao tried really hard not to panic, “What? Why not? I am sure your mum is lovely.”

“My mum is lovely. It's just that she always has too many questions and a nasty habit of interrogating my friends as if they were suspects for murder. She still questions Matthew sometimes despite us being practically brothers now.”, Hanbin exclaimed.

“I am sure she isn’t that bad?”, Hao pressed.

“My mum spent more than an hour on a debate with Matthew about why he named his dog Kiki two weeks ago. We were supposed to get an assignment done. Needless to say, we had to pull an all-nigher.”, Hanbin cringed at the memory.

Hao's lips turned into a straight thin line, “Who even names their dog Kiki? Also, let's be honest. You were going to have to pull an all-nighter anyway, because I can bet my life on it that you two left this assignment for last minute.”

“Okay, fair enough! But still, who spends hours arguing about a dog's name?”, Hanbin protested.

“Well, apparently your mum when it comes to dogs named Kiki.”

“Exactly my point! So, unless you want to spend hours under thorough interrogation I strictly advise against going to my place.”, Hanbin argued.

Hao was ready to make another contradicting remark, but then looked at the clock. They had been standing in the close to devoid of any human presence library for about thirty minutes, going back and forth about Hanbin's mum. All because Hao was set on not letting him see where he lives.

It was almost as if Hanbin could sense his inner turmoil.

“Hao Hao, do you think I would feel any differently about you based on where you live?”

He averted his eyes to the floor in shame, bringing his hands together to fiddle with his fingers. However, before he could get too lost in his head, Hanbin's own hands reached out to grasp his.

“Look at me. I would never ever change my mind about how I feel about you based on your living or financial status. I have told you multiple times now. I am proud of how far you’ve come despite all the hardships. And you should be too. So, if that’s your reason, then I beg of you. Forget about it.”, Hanbin pled.

Hao slipped his hands out of the latter's to quickly wipe away at the tears concentrating in his eyes. Then, hesitantly, he lifted his slouching head to meet his gaze.

“Okay. I will try my best.”, he promised.

Hanbin gave him another one of his kind-hearted smiles.

“That’s all I ask. Now, come on! Time to embark on an adventure.”

“What adventure? We are only going to my place.”, Hao shook his head, trailing behind Hanbin's comical bouncing figure.

“Everything in life should be treated as an adventure Hao Hao. That’s how you keep the excitement going even on the darkest days!”, Hanbin explained, still happily skipping down the hallways of the silent campus.

Hao grinned. Hanbin never failed to amaze him with his positive outlook on life. It was mostly the reason why he had been able to quickly regain strength and motivation for his own life. He had never been more thankful for anything than Hanbin coming into his life.

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Author's Note: I did say this was going to come out on the 1st of January most likely, and it's not the 1st so apologies for taking so long to get this out.

I will not give a date for chapter 3 pt. 2 because I will most likely not stick to it, but the second part should come out sometime in February.

I can also admit that I haven't even started chapter 4. I hope that February and March are much more relaxing for me to work on it. So, as for right now the plan remains to release one chapter per month. I don't think this fic will be more than 6 chapters max, so we will probably be done by May!

Anyway, I hope everyone has had a great start to 2024.

Reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated.

See you next time!

-Jina

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Sun Reborn Chronicles: - Actors -

"I do not take kindly to being disrespected"

After defeating Shade, I ran into Cain in Jasper Yard, and together we went to the Police Department, where Amaria was waiting us... And Ace showed up.

No, I´m not talking about the Ace kid I know. I´m talking about the Ace of Team Meteor, which dragged a monologue about of they were fired, and told us a lot of interesting things.

... Lin. So that´s her name.

And now we know how dangerous she is and her power. Along that there is other Pulses around.

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Here we are again. Peridot Ward.

Cain asked me if we can trust Ace, and honestly? No. They don´t give me a good vibe.

After a little magic trick of their part, Amaria and I got inside. Of course, there are a lot of grunts there of which we dealt quickly.

... Before crossing a door and found like a dozen of them.

"Sun. Do you trust me?"

"I don´t have a reason to not to."

"Thank you. Then, get ready."

Well, we could deal with them in a blink, but the Pulse is more important, so, take the path she did for me and ran...

... And Ace is there.

"For the mask to come off so soon, I am disheartened!"

"Go to the point, Houdini, before I knock you out for good."

They "revealed" how their plan worked. Now they got Cain and the kids.

"And with that, let me introduce you to--"

"That´s it, you talk too much--"

[*Clang*]

"...?"

"The oldest trick in the book. The trap door!"

And I fell for it.

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I beat a lot of grunts to make my way to where the Pulse was... And I found it, along with ZEL and that Admin I met when I released Victoria.

... ZEL call him Solaris, and he seems to be the "Big Boss".

"So, Sun. What will you sacrifice? Your time? Your spirit? Or perhaps, much like this Muk which so desperatly calls for help... Your life?"

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Sun´s eyes glowed orange, as Solaris Garchomp began to raise a claw.

He was a second away to catch and broke those two their bones to dare experiment with Pokémon and sacrificing innocent lives...

But suddenly, a Kingdra appeared in the middle, freezing the Garchomp.

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Solaris began to speak about her Sapphire Bracalets, and proposed a trade which Amaria refused... And explained what those meant to her.

What´s up with this people revealing personal information like nothing? She´s talking about this Tania like she was the pillar of her life more than her girlfriend.

zEl focused on me.

"It would seem that your presence here is an impediment. So get the hell out already!"

"You can´t defeat me, kid."

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Glaceon. Umbreon.

... Espeon.

And the PULSE Muk.

Evva, my Serperior, took care of the first three and Zs´Skayr beat the PULSE.

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"Tyranitar, one final attack... On the girl."

"!"

Amaria was sent crashing to a wall, and Team Meteor quickly retreated. I went to help her... Next time, they won´t escape.

Amaria gave me her boat keys to go to Apophyll, and started rambling about her love to her girlfriend again.

... It´s awkard. She is deep, deep in love.

"I will treasure every moment with--"

"Amaria. You´re still injured."

"O-Oh! Uhm, sorry, nevermind about that! Sun, thanks for your help."

After chatting a bit, she left.

...

Well. Time to pay Victoria a visit again.

#Part 11 of...#sunrebornchronicles #pokemon rejuvenation #pokemon reborn #oc #pkmn rejuv oc: sun

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juvinadelgreko · 1 year

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so much (for) stardust

thought vomit

Love From The Other Side

I loved this when it came out and I love it now.

lyrics: this city always hangs a little bit lonely on me, loose, like a kid playing pretend in his father's suit. I'll never go, I just want to be invited, oh. you feel like an impostor. You need to be here, but you don't want to be. You just need that invite.

you were the sunshine of my lifetime, what would you trade the pain for? I'm not sure. and every lover's got a little dagger in their hand. Love fucking hurts. and what would you train the pain for? nothing. because it's what comes with love. give up what you love, before it does you in. But you can't!

Heartbreak Feels So Good

Is there a word for bad miracles? You get what you want, sometimes, but at what cost?

It was an uphill battle, but they didn't know, but they didn't know, we were gonna use the roads as a ramp to take off. that's the classic Pete Wentz lyricism I live for!

We'll cry later or cry now...we can dance the tears away, emancipate ourselves! Look, everyone's gonna be sad at some point, you just have to decide how and when to feel it.

Hold Me Like A Grudge

the BASS GROOVE OK PETE I hear you. I didn't know we were getting a disco record but go off kings

also Patrick was totally channeling his inner Michael Jackson for that one I just know it

favorite lyrics: I'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky, screaming at the stars like night lights, and I love my life, love my life. and Hold me, hold me like a grudge, this world is always spinning and I can't keep up. we are so much better at holding on to pain and anger than we are to joy. in a world that moves this fast, that hits. I guess somehow we made it back with a few dreams of ours still intact, I am a diamond on the inside, just add the pressure. Know it's inside me, but I got no map, to my own treasure. I feel personally attacked by this one. I figured by now, I would have got it together. no fuckin shit pete.

Fake Out

That feeling of "if I acknowledge, touch it, or speak it into existence, that will give it the ability to be broken. so I just won't."

Favorite lyrics: do you laugh about me whenever I leave? or do just need more therapy?

It's that feeling of knowing exactly what you want, and knowing how to get it, but being so terrified of having something to lose. I don't know how, but sometimes I feel like Pete knows my entire life story when he writes shit like this. I've never met this man, he has no idea I exist, and yet the stuff he writes is the best possible articulation of everything I've ever felt. It's magical.

PATRICK'S VOCALS. TOP FUCKING NOTCH.

Heaven, Iowa

"I can't let go of this thing, because I'll lose it, but if I don't let go, I'll choke it to death. So I'm just not gonna grab it in the first place, but wait, I did, and it's a shit show, but that's...ok?"

Lyrics: save your breath, half your life you've been hooked on death. Like, yes, I am crushed under the fear of dying without making an impact on the world. thank you for asking. I will never ask you for anything except to dream sweet of me. that's just beautiful.

So Good Right Now

"I love you, so fuck it"

Patrick has really reached his full form as a vocalist and it's fucking awesome. He has poppy fills, roaring choruses, the softer side...it's a treat for the ears. When he cries, In all of my wildest dreams they just end up with you and me! UGH PATRICK YES

It's giving Walking On Sunshine in the best way.

Favorite lyrics: I've got love in my heart, so let's sneak in from the cheap seats, honey!

The Pink Seashell

uh, ok, fuck. um. let's unpack this.

The shell's empty, there's no meaning to any of this...so I take pleasure in the details.

It's a reminder we all need right now and it made me cry.

KEY FUCKIN CHANGE

I Am My Own Muse

the POWER OF PATRICK holY VOICE

he's such an underrated singer ffs the RANGE

Lyrics: So let's twist the knife again like we did last summer...i'm just trying to keep it together but it gets a little harder when it never gets better.

Like, why would I bother continuing to work forward if it only causes me more pain than what I'm trying to escape? It's so easy to forget what you're working for when it inches further and further away. You just wanna throw it all away, like a bad luck charm, and start over.

Flu Game

This feels like a Disney villain's "I want" song and it fucks severely

Lyrics: I've got all this love i've got to keep to myself, all this effort to make it look effortless. Like, you can't ever be too emotional! You can't let anyone see! YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT! I carved out place in this world for two, but it's empty without you. Like you work so hard to make a life with the one you love that you lose them in the process and UGH HOW does PETE READ MY MIND. One day every candle's gotta run out of wax, one day no one will remember me when they look back. I can't stop, can't stop, till we catch all your ears though, somewhere between Mike Tyson and Van Gogh god that's such a clever way to phrase the crippling fear of being insignificant. "somewhere between Mike Tyson and Van Gogh" that's such a fucking Pete line good god

Baby Annihilation

THE RETURN OF PETE'S MONOLOGUING I AM LIVING

Time is luck and I wish ours overlapped more or for longer god that made me fucking sob. But you know what they say, if you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself. You can't stay, BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT. but fuck that! nothing matters! be happy!

Like I said, this man reaches right into the most aching parts of me and gives them a voice and I don't know how he does it.

The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years)

"where did the time go and when the fuck did everything get real?"

lyrics: I miss the way that I felt nothing, nothing, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na or whatever the fuck

Those na-na-na's tickle my brain just right man holy shit

Suddenly I grew up and I don't know when but goddamit everything is real now and it hurts so i just wanna scream NA NA NA NA

What A Time To Be Alive

This is the one about how Constant Access to Everything has completely fucked our brains

everything is lit, except my serotonin. Because you get all this shit slung at you in the news and it winds you up emotionally in every way except the good one! So now you're cracking up!

lyrics: they say I should try meditation but I don't want to be alone with my own thoughts, it never felt that much like medication, I just want to be your cherry on top. the neurodivergent in me feels very seen by this lyric so thank you. like i just want to be good but I cannot!!!

When, when, when I said 'leave me alone' this isn't quite what I meant, I got the quarantine blues, bad news, what's left? so it seems the vulture's getting too full to fly. Like I just wanted a moment of peace not a full scale meltdown of society!

So Much (For) Stardust

I feel like something that's been stretched out over and over again, until I'm creased and I'm about to break down the middle, split me right down the middle, right, right, right, down the middle.

So much for stardust, we thought we had it all, thought we had it all. only to realize that none of it really matters. So we have to decide what does, and that's fucking hard.

Ache it till you make it...BUT WHEN DO YOU MAKE IT???

Like a sledgehammer to a disco ball...we were a hammer to the statue of David

Ok ok but the contrast there: when a disco ball shatters, it's pretty. When you shatter the statue of David, you're destroying something legendary, a standard of perfection. We only want to allow the forms of destruction that are harmless and beautiful. Not the ones we need.

Shit, man. Thought we had it all. But it turns out that we have to decide what it is. and that's fucking hard.

also, HORNS!

I've loved this band for going on a decade, and I don't know how they manage to keep writing albums that are perfectly in line with where I'm at in life when I need them most. It's incredible and I'll never get tired of it. god bless them.

#fall out boy #fob #so much (for) stardust #smfs

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alertpiner · 2 years

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Jessica cruz vs darkseid

#JESSICA CRUZ VS DARKSEID TV#

So, this was a great way to be introduced to her as a character and to understand her struggles. Admittedly, I didn’t know much about Jessica Cruz, her back story, or what her struggles with the Green Lantern ring were like. They also announced that they will have a Green Lantern’s run with Simon Baz and Jessica Cruz, and that only excited me even more. Once they announced Rebirth, I was excited to see the characters I love in this universe have a new and fresh take. So, for that, I thank Geoff Johns for introducing this character to the DC universe. So, as I related to his struggles in significant ways, the experience made this universe even more precious to me as I felt like I fitted in. It’s a trait that I continually struggle with to this day even as I wrote this. And I felt that maybe I was not good enough. I used to be someone who was confident and had so much belief in herself, but then I hit a period in my life in which it all changed. He does have the strong will and power to embrace the ring and the Green Lantern, but one reoccurring theme is his self-doubt. This is also present in Green Lanterns Rebirth. Reading this graphic novel also showed the torture aspect of detainees and highlighted the issues that surround that.īut most importantly, the character trait that really stood out to me was the self-doubt he had and how he didn’t think he had it in him to be a Green Lantern. It’s a fear that many Muslims have: walking among society living with the fear that you don’t belong and having a share of the blame for attacks and horrible things done by a few. I saw how he struggled with being framed as a terrorist, and to a degree, I understood what that felt like. I instantly became attached to the character. The first time Simon Baz appeared in the DC universe was in 2012’s Green Lantern run in the Rise of the Third Army arc. But this got me into countless hours of research because it was important for me to see someone I can relate to in a comic universe that I treasured with every ounce of my being. At that point, I had never even heard of him due to the lack of my comic book knowledge. One day, I opened my messages and someone had messaged me about Simon Baz and asked what I felt about him being a British Muslim Arab. This need led me to tumblr, which was a great place to find a community who enjoyed and had great passion for the DC superheroes that I fervently loved. I found myself wanting a community to share these interests, and I wanted to know more to be able to discuss all things DC with people who also were as passionate about these characters as I am. How could someone still fight the good fight and embrace the tragedy that fell upon him as a child and still sacrifice more and more every day? I loved how all of these characters sacrificed everything to make the world a better place.

#JESSICA CRUZ VS DARKSEID TV#

With superheroes, it was mostly the animated TV shows and the movies. She's in justice league rebirth too.I am a British, Muslim Arab girl, and I’ve loved superheroes and all things Sci-Fi and geeky for a long time. (Also usually on reddit i see people praising it a lot, but only the latter part of the book which abnett wrote)Īfter that you can jump to green lantern future state which has a back-up for Jessica which leads into the yellow lantern annual. You can read green lanterns rebirth and justice league odyssey. Her origin is in darkseid war but it's johns writing her is pretty meh imo. One of the books which made me love the character. Is that in any collection at all? What other TPBs feature Jessica if I wanted to dig more into her character? Wasn't there a GL run featuring her and Simon Baz? And now I'm reading something like she has a new origin from Darkseid War? Or is that just her GL origin?Jlo is amazing jessica cruz content. Then here I see the Annual where she joins the Yellow Lanterns. All I could really find before checking here were references to the YT book and JLO (which I remember reading comments at the time saying it wasn't a good representation of her). I'm looking for some good Jessica Cruz stories post-Forever Evil.

#Jessica cruz vs darkseid

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Aladdin (1992) Sentence Meme

Under the cut you will find 170+ sentences from the 1992 version of Aladdin to use for your enjoyment!

1. “Please, please come closer. Too close, a little too close.”

2. “Wait, don’t go! I can see that you’re only interested in the exceptionally rare. I think, then, you would be most rewarded to consider this.”

3. “Do not be fooled by it’s commonplace appearance. Like so many things it is not outside, but what is inside that counts.”

4. “This is no ordinary lamp! It once changed the course of a young man’s life.”

5. “Perhaps you would like to hear the tale?”

6. “A thousand apologies, oh patient one.”

7. “I had to slit a few throats to get it.”

8. “Trust me, my pungent friend. You’ll get what’s coming to you.”

9. “At last! After all my years of searching, the cave of wonders.”

10. “Bring me the lamp! The rest of the treasure is yours, but the lamp is mine.”

11. “Jeez, where’d you dig this bozo up?”

12. “Who disturbs my slumber?”

13. “Know this, only one may enter here. One whose worth lies far within, a diamond in the rough.”

14. “There’s a big surprise! I think I’m gonna have a heart attack and die from that surprise!”

15. “I must find this one, this diamond in the rough.”

16. “Stop, thief! I’ll have your hands for a trophy, street rat!”

17. “All this for a loaf of bread?”

18. “Getting into trouble a little early today, aren’t we?”

19. “Trouble? No way! You’re only in trouble if you get caught!”

20. “And now, esteemed effendi, we feast!”

21. “Another suitor for the princess.”

22. “Out of my way, you filthy brat!”

23. “If I were as rich as you, I could afford some manners!”

24. “Look at that! It’s not everyday you see a horse with two rear ends!”

25. “You are a worthless street rat. You were born a street rat, you’ll die a street rat, and only your fleas will mourn you.”

26. “I’m not worthless. And I don’t have fleas.”

27. “Someday things are gonna change. We’ll be rich, live in a palace, and never have any problems at all.”

28. “Good luck marrying her off!”

29. “You’ve got to stop rejecting every suitor that comes to call. The law says you must be married to a prince by your next birthday.”

30. “The law is wrong!”

31. “I hate being forced into this. If I do marry, I want it to be for love.”

32. “I’m not going to be around forever. I just want to make sure you’re taken care of, provided for.”

33. “Try to understand! I’ve never done a thing on my own. I’ve never had any real friends.”

34. “I’ve never even been outside the palace walls.”

35. “Maybe I don’t want to be a princess!”

36. “I don’t know where she gets it from. Her mother wasn’t nearly so picky.”

37. “My most trusted advisor, I am in desperate need of your wisdom.”

38. “My life is but to serve you, my lord.”

39. “Your majesty certainly has a way with dumb animals.”

40. “Perhaps I can divine a solution to this thorny problem.”

41. “Soon I will be sultan, not that addlepated twit.”

42. “I’m sorry, but I can’t stay here and have my life lived for me. I’ll miss you.”

43. “You’d better be able to pay for that. No one steals from my cart!”

44. “Do you know what the penalty is for stealing?”

45. “She is my sister. She’s a little crazy.”

46. “With all due respect, couldn’t we just wait for a real storm?”

47. “Sands of time, reveal to me the one who can enter the cave.”

48. “There he is. My diamond in the rough.”

49. “That’s him? That’s the clown we’ve been waiting for?”

50. “Let’s have the guards extend him an invitation to the palace, shall we?”

51. “I want to thank you for stopping that man.”

52. “This is your first time in the marketplace, huh?”

53. “Is this where you live?”

54. “It’s not much, but it’s got a great view.”

55. “Palace looks pretty amazing, huh?”

56. “I wonder what it would be like to live there, to have servants and valets.”

57. “You’re not free to make your own choices. Sometimes you’re just so trapped.”

58. “I ran away and I am not going back.”

59. “My father’s forcing me to get married.”

60. “They found me! They’re after you!?”

61. “Do you trust me?”

62. “We just keep running into each other, don’t we, street rat?”

63. “Do as I command! Release him!”

64. “The guards just took a boy from the market on your orders.”

65. “Your father’s charged me with keeping peace.”

66. “What was the crime?”

67. “Sadly, the boy’s sentence has already been carried out.”

68. “I think she took it rather well.”

69. “She was the princess. I don’t believe it. I must have sounded so stupid to her.”

70. “I’ll never see her again. I’m a street rat, remember?”

71. “You’re only a fool if you give up.”

72. “There is a cave, a cave of wonders willed with treasures beyond your wildest dreams.”

73. “You’ve heard of the golden rule, haven’t you? Whoever has the gold makes the rules.”

74. “Why would you share all of this wonderful treasure with me?”

75. “Things aren’t always what they seem.”

76. “Fetch me the lamp and then you shall have your reward.”

77. “Just a handful of this stuff would make me richer than the sultan.”

78. “You have touched the forbidden treasure. Now you will never again see the light of day.”

79. “This is no time to panic!”

80. “Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck!”

81. “Woah does it feel good to be out of there!”

82. “I must have hit my head harder than I thought!”

83. “Say, you’re a lot smaller than my last master. Either that or I’m getting bigger.”

84. “Wait a minute, I’m your master?”

85. “Three wishes, and ix-nay on the wishing for more wishes.”

86. “I don’t think you quite realize what you’ve got here. So why don’t you ruminate whilst I illuminate the possibilities.”

87. “You’re gonna grant me any three wishes I want?”

88. “Rule number one. I can’t kill anybody, so don’t ask.”

89. “Provisos? You mean limitations? On wishes?”

90. “Some all powerful genie, can’t even bring people back from the dead.”

91. “From now on you are to discuss sentencing of prisoners with me before they are beheaded.”

92. “At least some good will come of my being forced to marry.”

93. “When I am queen, I will have the power to get rid of you.”

94. “You marry the princess, all right? Then you become sultan!”

95. “Marry the shew? I become sultan. The idea has merit.”

96. “I love the way your foul little mind works.”

97. “So, three wishes. I want them to be good. What would you wish for?”

98. “It’s all part-and-parcel, the whole genie gig. Phenomenal cosmic power, itty bitty living space.”

99. “To be my own master, such a thing would be greater than all the magic and all the treasures in all the world.”

100. “The only way I get outta this is if my master wishes me out, so you can guess how often that’s happened.”

101. “After I make my first two wishes I’ll use my third wish to set you free.”

102. “I can’t make anybody fall in love, remember?”

103. “Is that an official wish? Say the words.”

104. “I wish for you to make me a prince!”

105. “Sire, I have found a solution to the problem with your daughter.”

106. “If the princess has not chosen a husband by the appointed time, then the sultan shall choose for her.”

107. “I thought the law says that only a prince can marry a princess.”

108. “Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

109. “You will order the princess to marry me.”

110. “Your majesty, I have journeyed from afar to seek your daughter’s hand.”

111. “Just where did you say you were from?”

112. “This boy is no different than the others. What makes him think he is worthy of the princess?”

113. “Just let her meet me. I will win your daughter.”

114. “How dare you! All of you standing around deciding my future? I am not a prize to be won!”

115. “I should have known I couldn’t pull off this stupid prince wish.”

116. “Ya wanna court the lady, you gotta be a straight shooter.”

117. “A woman appreciates a man who can make her laugh.”

118. “All joking aside, you really oughtta be yourself.”

119. “I do not want to see you.”

120. “You remind me of someone I met in the marketplace.”

121. “A fine prize for any prince to marry.”

122. “You’re right. You aren’t just some prize to be won. You should be free to make your own choice.”

123. “You don’t want to go for a ride, do you? We could get out of the palace, see the world.”

124. “You are the boy from the market! I knew it! Why did you lie to me?”

125. “Did you think I was stupid? That I wouldn’t figure it out?”

126. “The truth is I sometimes dress as a commoner to escape the pressures of palace life.”

127. “Royalty going out into the city in disguise, it sounds a little strange. Don’t you think?”

128. “Goodnight, my handsome prince.”

129. “I’m afraid you’ve worn out your welcome.”

130. “I’m getting kind of fond of you, kid.”

131. “I just had the most wonderful time. I’m so happy.”

132. “I have chosen a husband for you.”

133. “You’re speechless, I see. A fine quality in a wife.”

134. “I will never marry you.”

135. “Better check your crystal ball again.”

136. “Tell them the truth. You tried to have me killed.”

137. “We’re dead, forget about it. Just dig a grave for both of us. We’re dead.”

138. “This is not done yet, boy!”

139. “My most trusted counsellor, plotting against me. Just horrible.”

140. “Can it be? My daughter has finally chosen a suitor?”

141. “A fine upstanding youth like yourself, a person of your unimpeachable moral character, is exactly what the kingdom needs!”

142. “Oh boy, he’s gone nuts! He’s cracked!”

143. “Sultan? They want me to be the sultan?”

144. “You’ve just won the heart of the princess. What are you gonna do next?”

145. “Psst, your line is I’m going to free the genie.”

146. “The only reason anyone thinks I’m anything is because of you.”

147. “I understand. After all, you’ve lied to everyone else. Hey, I was beginning to feel left out.”

148. “One a scale from one to ten, you are an eleven.”

149. “The whole kingdom has turned out for father’s announcement.”

150. “I am your master now.”

151. “Grant me my first wish! I wish to rule on high as sultan!”

152. “There’s a new order now, my order! Finally you will bow to me!”

153. “We’ll never bow to you!”

154. “What am I not surprised!?”

155. “If you will not bow before a sultan, then you will cower before a sorcerer!”

156. “Oh, princess, there’s someone I’m dying to introduce you to.”

157. “It pains me to see you reduced to this.”

158. “A beautiful dessert bloom such as yourself should be on the arm of the most powerful man in the world.”

159. “Don’t talk back to me! You will do what I order you to do, slave!”

160. “I’m a street rat, remember? I’ll improvise.”

161. “How many times do I have to kill you?”

162. “Are you afraid to fight me yourself, you cowardly snake?”

163. “A snake, am I? Perhaps you’d like to see how snake like I can be!”

164. “You little fool! You thought you could defeat the most powerful being on earth?”

165. “He gave you your power! He can take it away!”

166. “What are you doing? What are you bringing me into this?”

167. “Face it! You’re still just second best!”

168. “I make my third wish! I wish to be an all powerful genie!”

169. “The power! The absolute power!”

170. “The universe is mine to command, to control!”

171. “Aren’t you forgetting something? You wanted to be a genie, you got it! And everything that goes with it!”

172. “I’m sorry I lied to you about being a prince.”

173. “You’re not gonna find another girl like her in a million years. Believe me, I know I’ve looked.”

174. “I do love you, but I’ve got to stop pretending to be something I’m not.”

175. “No matter what anybody says, you’ll always be a prince to me.”

176. “You’ve certainly proven your worth as far as I’m concerned. It’s the law that’s the problem.”

177. “From this day forth, the princess shall marry whoever she deems worthy.”

178. “Made ya look!”

#ask meme #rp meme #askbox meme #roleplaying meme #sentence meme #lyric meme #disney meme #aladdin

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