#not just despite everything but hand in hand with everything! even the sorrows and frustrations of day to day life can be something wondrou
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PRESAGE | CHAPTER FIVE
Characters: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Female Reader
Genre: Angst
Warning: Verbal fight? Argument. Emotional Damage.
Ushijima’s steps echoed through the dimly lit, narrow streets of the neighborhood, each sound bouncing off the cracked pavement and graffiti-covered walls. The area was a stark contrast to the pristine order he was accustomed to, but he hardly noticed. His thoughts were entirely consumed by the upcoming conversation with you. As he passed a group of loitering teenagers who eyed him suspiciously, he tightened his jaw and quickened his pace.
Finally, he arrived at the dilapidated apartment building. He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves, before ascending the creaking stairs. Reaching the door he knew was yours, he hesitated for a fraction of a second before knocking. The sound of footsteps approached, and the door opened to reveal you, face lighting up with a mix of surprise and warmth.
“Ushijima,” you breathed, her voice soft and welcoming.
“Y/N,” he replied, his deep voice almost tender.
You stepped aside to let him in. The apartment was small and cluttered, but there was a sense of coziness and care within the modest space. His eyes immediately fell on the toys scattered across the living room floor, brightly colored reminders of the child who lived here. The sight filled him with a strange mixture of hope and sorrow.
“Please, make yourself comfortable,” You said, gesturing towards the couch. You moved towards the kitchenette, movements graceful despite the tight space. He watched you as you prepared tea, his mind swirling with questions and emotions.
Once the tea was ready, you brought two steaming cups to the living room and sat down across from him. Sitting in silence for a moment, the air was heavy with unspoken words.
“Thank you,” Ushijima said, taking the cup but not drinking. His gaze was fixed on you, waiting for you to begin.
You took a deep breath, fingers trembling slightly as you wrapped them around your cup. “Asahi was born in December 14, of 2013”
“How was it?” he said, his voice steady but intense. “Tell me everything.”
You looked down at the tea, eyes glistening. “It was... a difficult pregnancy. I went into labor early, and they had to perform an emergency C-section.” Your voice wavered, and Ushijima felt a tightness in his chest. “For a moment, I was terrified I’d lose him. But he’s strong.”
Ushijima listened intently, every word sinking deep into his heart. He could feel the weight of the years he had missed, the moments he had been absent for.
“I was alone through most of it. My family helped, but it wasn’t the same.” You continued, eyes filling with tears.
You reached for a photo album on the table and handed it to him. His large hands gently took it, and he began flipping through the pages. Each photo was a new revelation—a newborn Asahi in the hospital, his first smile, his tiny hand clutching a toy, his first steps. Ushijima’s breath caught in his throat. Here was his son, growing up before his eyes in snapshots, a life he hadn’t known existed.
“He’s... he’s just like you,” You said, a soft smile playing on your lips. “He’s quiet, thoughtful. He has this seriousness about him, even when he plays. He likes to line up his toys in perfect rows, and he’s incredibly determined. When he wants something, he doesn’t give up until he gets it.”
Ushijima’s heart swelled with pride and a deep sense of loss. “I lost all those years,” he said quietly, his voice strained with emotion. “My son... I didn’t even know.”
You reached out to touch his hand, but he pulled back, the pain too raw. “Ushijima, I’m so sorry. I-I did what I thought was best.”
“Best?” he echoed, his voice rising slightly. “You kept him from me. You made that decision for both of us.”
Tears spilled down your cheeks. “I was scared! I didn’t know if you’d want us. I didn’t know if you’d be ready to be a father.”
“And now?” he demanded, his frustration bubbling up. “I want to meet him, I need to.”
You shook her head, own voice growing more insistent. “It’s not that simple. He doesn’t know you. He’s just a baby.”
“I’ve already lost so much time,” Ushijima said, his voice breaking with the weight of his words. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”
You stood up, own anger flaring. “And you think this is easy for me? You think I don’t want him to know his father? But I need to protect him. I need to do what’s right for him.”
“What’s right?” Ushijima shouted, standing as well. “What’s right is for him to know his father. For me to be in his life.”
Their voices echoed through the small apartment, the argument growing more heated with each passing moment. Emotions that had been bottled up for years were now spilling out, raw and unchecked.
“You don’t understand,” You cried, voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness. “I’ve been doing this alone, making these decisions alone. I’m scared, Ushijima. I’m scared of what this will do to him.”
“And you think I’m not scared?” he retorted, his own tears threatening to fall. “You think I haven’t been living with this emptiness, not knowing I had a son out there?”
Your voices rose, the argument intensifying. Ushijima’s normally stoic demeanor cracked under the weight of his emotions, something you had never seen before.
“I missed his first steps, his first words,” Ushijima continued, his voice filled with anguish. “I missed everything. How can you expect me to wait any longer?”
“I had to make those choices alone,” You countered, own voice rising. “I had to decide what was best for him without you. I was terrified of what this would mean for him, for us.”
“What about what’s best for him now?” Ushijima shot back, his fists clenching at his sides. “He deserves to know his father, to have me in his life.”
“And if it confuses him? If it scares him?” Your voice broke, tears streaming down your face. “He’s so young, Ushijima. He’s never known anything but me. Bringing you into his life has to be done carefully.”
“Carefully?” Ushijima shouted, his control slipping completely. “I’ve been careful my whole life. I’ve sacrificed and disciplined myself for everything I have. And now, when it matters most, I’m supposed to wait? To be patient?”
Your tears fell freely now, own emotions a tumultuous storm. “I know it’s unfair, I know it’s painful, but I’m begging you to trust me. I need time to prepare him, to make sure he understands.”
Ushijima’s face contorted with a mix of rage and despair. “I can’t accept that. I’ve already lost so much time. Every day I don’t know him, don’t hold him, is another day wasted.”
“You think I don’t feel that too?” You screamed, voice cracking. “Every single day I see him and think about how much you’ve missed, how much he’s missed. But I had to make the best choice I could.”
The room fell silent, the intensity of the emotions filling the space. In the charged silence, Ushijima took a step forward, his eyes locked on yours. In a sudden, desperate move, he grabbed you and pulled you into a fierce kiss.
The world outside ceased to exist, and for a moment, there was only the two of them, connected by years of longing and unspoken love.
When he finally pulled apart, both of your breaths were ragged, staring into each other’s eyes, both of you reeling from the intensity of the moment.
“I can’t,” You whispered, voice breaking. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
Ushijima’s heart ached with the weight of your words, but he nodded slowly, understanding the depth of that kiss. He released you, stepping back, the distance between you feeling like an insurmountable chasm.
“J-Just…let me talk to him, prepare him.” You whispered, voice barely audible through your sobs.
Ushijima’s eyes blazed with a mixture of hurt and fury. “When would he be ready? Another five years?” he asked out of furry, his voice trembling with emotion.
You looked at him, out of words. How could he be so insensitive? “Get out!” You yelled as tears fell down your cheeks.
Without another word, Ushijima turned and stormed out of the apartment. The door slammed shut behind him with a force that rattled the walls, the sound echoing down the dimly lit hallway. The finality of it left a heavy silence in its wake, a silence that seemed to press down on your chest, making it hard to breathe.
Your sobs echoed through the small apartment, heart feeling like it might shatter into a thousand pieces. The walls, the toys, everything seemed to close to you, pressing down with the weight of your emotions. You hugged your knees tighter, rocking back and forth as you tried to stem the tide of her tears.
In the quiet aftermath of your breakdown, a small sound reached your ears—soft, hesitant footsteps padding down the hallway. You froze, wiping your tears quickly, trying to compose yourself as best as you could.
“Mommy?”
You looked up to see Asahi standing in the doorway, his big, innocent eyes filled with worry. His small frame was dwarfed by the oversized pajamas he wore, his dark hair tousled from sleep.
You forced a smile, though your heart ached even more at the sight of him. “Hi, sweetheart. What are you doing up?”
Asahi shuffled closer, his little face scrunched in concern. “I heard yelling,” he said, his voice small and tremulous. “Was someone fighting?”
Your heart squeezed. You opened your arms, and Asahi immediately crawled into your lap, burying his face in your neck. “No, honey, it wasn’t us. It was just the neighbors being loud. Everything’s okay.”
“Really?” Asahi asked, pulling back to look at you, his innocent eyes searching hers.
“Really,” you assured him, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. “You don’t need to worry about it.”
Asahi studied your face intently, his tiny brows knitting together. “Why are you crying, Mommy?”
Your heart felt like it might break all over again. “Oh, sweetie, I’m just a little tired, that’s all. Sometimes grown-ups cry when they’re tired.”
He seemed to accept this explanation, though he still looked uncertain. “I don’t like it when you cry. It makes me sad.”
You pulled him close, hugging him tightly. “I’m sorry, Asahi. I don’t want to make you sad.”
Asahi hugged you back, his small arms wrapped around your neck. “I love you, Mommy.”
Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they were tears of a different kind. “I love you too, my little bear.”
Asahi nuzzled into your shoulder, his voice muffled but sincere. “Can you sleep with me tonight? I’m scared.”
Your heart melted at his words. “Of course, sweetheart. Let’s go back to bed.”
You stood, lifting him easily into your arms. Asahi clung to you, his head resting on your shoulder. You carried him back to his bedroom, the small space filled with the comforting presence of his toys and books. You laid him down gently on his bed, then slipped under the covers beside him.
Asahi cuddled up to you immediately, his tiny hand finding yours and holding on tightly. “Mommy, promise you’ll always be here?”
You kissed his forehead, heart swelling with love. “I promise, Asahi. I’ll always be here for you.”
He snuggled closer, his breathing slowing as he began to drift back to sleep. “I love you, Mommy,” he murmured again, his voice drowsy.
“I love you too, my sweet boy,” You whispered, holding him close.
As Asahi’s breathing deepened into the steady rhythm of sleep, You lay there, own tears slowly subsiding. The storm of emotions from earlier had not fully dissipated, but in this moment, with your son safe and warm in your arms, you felt a measure of peace.
Your thoughts drifted to Ushijima, the pain and anger in his eyes when he had left. You didn’t know what the future held.
But as you lay there with Asahi, you knew that you would do everything in your power to protect him, to ensure he felt loved and secure.
You closed your eyes, the exhaustion of the evening finally catching up to you. As you drifted into sleep, you held onto the hope that, somehow, you would find a way through this. That one day, Asahi would know his father, and that your family, fractured and strained as it was, could find a way to heal.
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★彡BRAT TAMER☆彡
Gyomei Himejima x Fem! Reader
TW: Soft Dom! Gyomei • Fem! Reader • Brat Taming • Spanking • Punishment • Creampie • Breeding Kink • Dom/Sub dynamics • Belly Bulge • Fluff • Gyomei says a naughty word🫢
Happy birthday Gyomei Himejima♥️
This is Gyomei so it’s fluffy, but I’m planning to write a Dabi Brat Tamer fic… and make it less fluffy ;)
Your husband is always so patient.
His poignant attitude allowed hardly any irritation to be sent your way.
Instead, he felt sorry for you.
He felt sorry you felt like acting out all day. Whatever had gotten you in a such a rotten and irritable mood, he desperately wanted to eliminate it. His sweet darling wife, whom he holds close to his heart and prays for only peace and happiness. Yes, his small and adorable spouse, has been nothing but an immature brat from the rising of the sun to the setting of it. Since the birds began their morning harmony, you’d felt the need to push and pick at his enormous generosity and patience.
He felt sorry for you.
Yet his sorrow would not amount to how sorry you were going to be if you didn’t stop.
He knew he’d just returned from a terribly long mission away from you. He was aware the loneliness had built up while he was away, and you were only releasing the frustration you were forced to hold onto in his absence. This entire week he’s been home, your actions spoke of nothing but defiance and a forced hierarchy shift in your shared household.
You’ve continuously interrupted his prayer and meditation time.
“Mei, I need this done.” Your chores mindless and seemingly made up each and every time, like shifting a statue in the garden because it wasn’t attracting the birds you adored anymore… even though it was in spring which they returned.
You’ve denied all attempts at intimacy, and Gyomei is not a man who would ever pressure for anything sexual in nature, but he misses your sweet lips and soft figure in his arms. Even just holding his hand, whispering shared words of love, or basking in one another’s company has been rejected. You’re busy, as you’ve put it.
Yet desperately needy when he turns his attention elsewhere after rejection.
“My love, if I have dissatisfied you, I must know how I might amend this.”
“Gyomei… you haven’t, I’m fine.”
Yes.
He’s your ever patient and adoring husband.
His breaking point is surprisingly small and simple. His tears for once not flowing, but instead a few veins bulging from his skin in raw and prominent anger.
He’s your ever patient and adoring husband, until you do something foolish and hurt yourself. Your childishness and stubborn attitude of “I can do it myself”has you falling and nearly breaking your ankle. Attempting to reach a rafter on your own despite his size to help a regular visiting old cat down. The yowling elderly feline completely blind and often finding itself in need of rescue. He wasn’t entirely sure how you managed to get up there alone, likely some even more dangerous assembly of household items stacked for your journey up there. If he was not blind and had seen it, his fury might’ve even been more terrifying.
It was your sweet cooing, something he’s been deprived of, to the feline which caught his attention initially. It was the choked gasp which he’d heard from his meditation spot outside which had him moving. Despite all he was as a man, a proud Hashira, and your husband, he failed to catch you.
Your pain filled yelp and following tears enough to shatter his heart.
True to your attitude this week, your big watery eyes looked up at him, melting him, before your words dropped a bucket of ice water over everything.
“This is your fault! …sniff…”
Annoyance overwhelmed him. He only chanted lowly Namu Amidabutsu while carrying you off to be checked by a doctor. Your whines and sniffles normally invoking his own tears, but he’s silent and calm as he takes you away.
The doctor tells you to be more careful and stay off the foot as much as possible for the next few days. Nothing was broken, just a sprain and some swelling. Comfort would normally be the first thing you’d seek, your husband’s wide and pillowy chest perfect to burrow into and complain.
It’s a quiet few following days, as you heal and hobble around. So quiet, it becomes evident your world is off. Your patient, kind, and benevolent husband… is like an ice wall. Stoic, chanting from morning till night, praying, training, and then ignoring you. Quite literally ignoring you too, standing as if he can’t hear you despite having some of the best hearing of anyone you know. He avoids all contact with you, it’s as if you’re air and don’t exist. You think it a challenge, who can outlast the other in this Cold War, but it was never a battle you’d succeed in. No, despite your best and brattiest attempts, despite trying to seduce him, despite becoming furious and yelling at him… you lost. Your tears falling first, your heart crumbling, and your anxiety winning.
It’s late that evening, and your husband is out meditating under the moon. Looking serene and beautiful while you internally crumble as you move towards him. He knows you’re there, his hums and low chants not stopping even as your fall to your knees.
“Mei…” your weak and wobbly voice does nothing.
“Gyomei…” again, it’s as if you aren’t there at all.
“…I’m sorry…hck…please I’m sorry… I was wrong.” Tears fell like rain drops from your eyes and down your cheeks, dripping from your chin to your clenched hands in your lap. You really were sorry. “I don’t know why I- please, I’m sorry my love, please talk to me… I’ll do anything—”
“Anything?” You hadn’t realized he’d stopped chanting, his attention, and sweet focus on you for the first time in days.
“Y-yes! My love I—” he raised a palm to silence you.
“Go to our room. I want you naked on the floor when I come in.”
“…?” You’re dumbfounded, unsure if you even heard him correctly. Except Gyomei is standing, his full height even more intimidating as you flounder to stand back up. He’s wordlessly walking away, not in the direction of your shared bedroom, but smartly you choose to follow his orders instead of following him. His wide and impressive back getting smaller in the distance as you hurry along to complete the task at hand.
It’s somewhat cool in the room, and for the last several days Gyomei hasn’t slept in the space with you at all. The bed wasn’t made, not like you’d normally do, and for once you bit your lip and quickly tidied it despite him not even being able to see it. It helped calm your racing heart though, as you begin slipping from your robes, shivering as your bare skin comes in contact with the chilled air. You weren’t sure what else to do after that, instead just sitting on the floor and waiting.
Wait you did, nearly half an hour. Shivering and continuously debating between wrapping yourself in a blanket or not. He’d hear the rustling of fabric though, and you didn’t want to risk him thinking you disobeyed. Just as the internal war was nearly won, you heard familiar firm footsteps approaching. As Gyomei slid the door open, his head dipping to allow him into the space without knocking his face. He wasn’t empty handed though, and you noticed something that had the blood draining from your face.
It was a thin but sturdy looking branch, all protruding smaller leaves and branches removed. It was a switch, likely from the wisteria tree in your garden.
The door slid closed, and your husband’s face revealed nothing to you as you tried to reason with yourself that this wasn’t happening.
Except it apparently was. Gyomei bypassed you sitting on the floor, moving to take up a spot on your shared bed, legs spread wide but the branch remaining in his had had your heart rate picking up. His tone left no room for arguments.
“Come here.”
While Gyomei certainly wasn’t inclined towards corporal punishment, he also couldn’t think of a more simple method. Ignoring you wasn’t that healthy. Forgiving and forgetting wasn’t an option either, your behavior having become self destructive.
“Lay on your stomach here,” he pats his right thigh, “and lay your face here,” he’s got a pillow beside him which he taps. He can feel your trembling as you climb on the bed, but he’s proud you’re listening so well for him. “Good girl.” He punctuates his praise by gently petting down your hair, letting you settle into position, forced to stick your ass higher and feel your own arousal slightly cool on your thighs. You’re trembling in fear yes, but there’s something else in your gut that has you shaking too.
“My love… m’sorry please, c-can we talk?” You know what’s going to happen, it’s fairly obvious, but a small part of you wants to beg your way out of it. If you can just sound scared enough, seem meek and cute enough, then maybe….
“Hii!” Your yelp is accompanied by the swish and slap of the switch hitting your bare ass.
“Namu Amidabutsu….” He’s murmuring now as a few tears slide down his cheeks, but as you jolt and attempt to get up because of the sting, a big palm is forcing you back down. Pinning you to his thigh as another strike lands and has you wailing. It’s a miserable sound, your little whines and cries pitiful and truly sounding sorry, but Gyomei is murmuring each offense he’s had to lock in his heart for every tiny lash against your soft doughy ass and thighs.
“hurting yourself…” “Mei! I’m sorry!”
“telling me I’m annoying…” “Sorry!”
“going to bed without me…” “p-please..”
“brushing me off…” “hck!”
“ignoring me…” “…sniff…”
“not saying you love me back…” only your pathetic whimpers are offered in consolation. The last offense even hurting you, because you don’t know why you did it, where it all came from. You just know you’re sobbing uncontrollably now. The pain on your bottom already fading, only some red lines detailing where he’d punished you. It didn’t matter, the flood gates had been opened, and you were a mess as you begged for forgiveness.
Even as your lower belly burned in heat and arousal. It was an odd combination, the release of such emotion and rush of pleasure from the strange intimacy of it all.
You jolt in surprise as his large palm softly passes over your sore and sensitive ass, the caress nearly consoling as you let yourself slowly relax.
“Mei…”
“Shh… you did so good my love. Thank you for being obedient.”
He let his other hand go free, throwing the switch far off. Cooing and gently patting down your hair. He seemed to melt into your sweet protective husband again. Except the hand that was so softly tracing your ass dipped lower, eliciting a moan as Gyomei allowed his thick finger to swipe over your drenched entrance.
“Crying here too…?” His tone is slightly teasing, but you can’t retort back as the rough and calloused digit rubs your clit with the arousal which leaked out of you now. Swirling and pressing even as your hips shake and wiggle and you moan into the blankets. The hand on your head tightens, so minutely you don’t notice until your face is unburied and your moans are forced to echo through the room. It’s not until he wiggles his finger into your tight cunt that you really feel like melting. Your whole body on fire as Gyomei slowly and nearly torturously slides in and out of you, rubbing around your gooey slick heat.
“Oh fuck Mei, please.” Your mewling in pleasure now, trying to arch your back further in his lap and buck your hips back into his hand. Fingers digging into the blankets and twisting the fabric as he adds another finger to your drooling hole.
“You really don’t deserve a reward.” You aren’t listening to him, not at all, as he finger fucks you. The sounds in the room becoming erotic, the wet squelching of your walls sucking in his fingers filthy. You’re closer than you’d ever been with him only mildly playing with you, absolutely teetering on the edges of an orgasm. Your body shaking, perspiration dotting your skin, as you wantonly cried out for your husband as you nearly reach your peak—
“No!” He slides his fingers out at the last moment. “Why’d you stop?” Your distress palpable as one hand reaches back to try and grab his wrist, to bring it back to your soaked pussy where you need it.
Instead you feel two wet fingers pressing against your lips until you open, his fingers invading your mouth now, to taste yourself and what could’ve been your release. His skin is rough even against your tongue, playing and teasing the muscle in your mouth as you begin to suck and lick.
“Good girl…” the praise goes right back to your neglected orgasm, your hips wiggling and body trying to push up. He pulls his fingers from your mouth with an audible pop, and you can barely see from the corner of your eye Gyomei lick the very same fingers he’d used on your cunt and mouth. You groan in arousal and frustration, but are smart enough to keep your comments to yourself.
“Do you wish to cum love?” You’ve never answered faster in your life.
“Yes! Please darling, I want to cum for you.”
His expression isn’t right, though his cheeks are flushed and breathing slightly heavy, he seems mildly amused.
“Then you’re going to work for it.”
Confused but not turned off by this dominant side of your husband, you agree softly, letting him move you so you’re sitting in his lap now. Legs spread and thighs hugging his waist.
His warm breath, the scent of sandalwood and wisteria clinging to his robes and skin, leaves you aching inside. He leans down, at firstly only lightly brushing his lips over yours before finally kissing you. The kiss turns deeper and more passionate by the second, Gyomei’s normally cautious and devote attitude towards you waning. He’s much rougher instead as your fingers sink into his clothing, his thick tongue sliding into your mouth and devouring you. His deep and vocal groan have you shaking again, this time in pure and carnal need for him.
You’re quick to try and remove his clothing, pawing clumsily while he still maintains his composure and slowly fulfills your silent request in stripping so you can feel his chest and body. Only able to receive at this moment and not take, mindlessly grinding against your husband’s still covered body.
Gyomei’s hands roam you, normally his favorite pass time just feeling and seeing you in his own way. Taking you in for all that you are. He’s not looking at you right now though, not as a hand cups your breast to roll and pinch your poor nipple before switching to the other for the same treatment. He’s not looking now, as he anchors your greedy movements and limits your range of motion with an arm around your waist. He’s feeling you, feeling your passion, and controlling it so skillfully it’s leaving you reeling and in a completely new space.
Once Gyomei is satisfied with your swollen wet lips, his own matching with a devastating smirk, he lifts you entirely up with one arm to yank and pull off any clothing preventing him from sinking his thick throbbing cock inside you.
“Gyomei oh!” He’s never fucked you with so little prep before, normally pulling at least two orgasms from your body before entering you… but entering like this—
“Tight—,” he hissed as the tip slides into your opening, splitting your pussy open and making room for each inch, “—relax my love.” Gyomei is cruel, impaling you on his enormous rod as you struggle to even breath right now. Choking on air as you try to relax, try to allow him inside you without tensing up and feeling even fuller if it were possible. A whimper escapes from Gyomei’s grit teeth, as he struggles to let gravity sink you down instead of his own strength stuffing you full. “Feels so good love, doing so well for me,” he grunts as he feels your walls pulse and flutter around him, milking his shaft as he mutters a few calming chants to keep himself from being too rough with you. Your moans and whimpers soon swallowed by another wet hot kiss, tongues dancing as you cry into Gyomei’s mouth when his tip pushes in enough that you feel a dull ache up inside you.
If you looked down, you’d see his thick cock protruding just a little from inside you. This position sinking him deep, your breathing ragged and uneven as you dig your nails into his biceps to ground yourself.
Your husband is not merciful tonight, the welts on your ass burning a bit from the hairs on his thighs and the position you’re in rubbing. The pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure of being so full leaves you struggling to focus. Your hips trying to grind and move, to attach yourself close to Gyomei and rub your clit just enough on his pelvis to help you finish.
His hands halt you.
“Bounce.” With that command, he’s leaning back, shifting his cock further up inside you. “Oh hmn!” You try to scramble off a little, “S’too deep!”Gyomei lifts you a little, kind enough not to go too far yet with you, your pussy needing time to fully adjust and take him. On his back, he’s like a work of art laid out for you, scars adorning his skin like brush strokes of life. His muscles taunt as he breathes deeply, keeping still and letting you set the pace.
You start slow, the heavy drag of his cock in your walls actually taking leg work to pull up from. Your greedy cunt wrapped tightly around him and refusing to let go, but the pleasure increases along with your slick, allowing for an easier glide soon. Your body bounces, balls of your feet digging into the bed for stability as your thighs quake and you struggle to maintain composure. Your cries and Gyomei’s deep moans and breathless grunts have that tightness returning. Gyomei has a familiar itch in his chest as he listens and feels, desperate to look at you and see you come apart, but his hands can only move to cup your cheeks. Fingers caressing and moving over your face to feel you, the tears still drying and the wetness on your lips he left.
He can’t help the way his hips buck, fucking up into you. “Always taking me so well my love, just made for my cock.” He’s panting, loving how your little hands scramble on his skin to clutch onto him for purchase. “You don’t need to think anymore, do you?” He’s driven wild by your senseless babbling and noises, the sounds of skin slapping as you try to match his erratic thrusts, the feeling of your combined fluids beginning to make you both sticky. The way you smell, your soft natural musk making his mouth water and thighs clench. He’s slightly disappointed not having fucked your hole first with his tongue, so he could gather the taste of you on his lips before he’d slid his cock inside you.
“Oh,” you feel like a rag doll, Gyomei’s hands roaming your face and body so sweet compared to the way he was bullying his tip against your cervix. Driving you further into a mindless whore, desperate for the orgasm you seem to keep being denied. It hurt but it felt too good for you to ask for a break, a deep trust still built between you both, and if you begged him to to stop he would. You were so close, just on the edge, and every moment you’d almost shatter is the time Gyomei would thrust. Breaking your concentration and starting you all over.
Your thighs are aching from the strain of exertion, your movements slowing down, sweat sliding down your body and making it harder to grip on to Gyomei.
You were getting tired, your release so close. “Husband, my love, p-please, please I need to cum.” You sound broken, voice hoarse from all of your crying and moaning. “I can’t do it anymore, I need you, need you please darling.” Gyomei has always adored the sound of your voice, but he adores this voice of yours probably the most.
“Since you’ve asked nicely.” Your world spins, before you feel yourself enveloped in the softness of your bed, your husband now looming over you and covering you completely. His lips capture yours, moaning into the kiss as he easily spreads your legs, one thigh encouraged to wrap around his waist while he holds the other up. He’s sliding in much easier now, the squelch of your pussy nearly drown out by your cry of pleasure. Each inch filling you up once more, but now you’re not in control. Gyomei’s thrusts are deep and heavy no matter how gentle he attempts to be. Your body jolting with his movements, even as he begins slowly.
“I’m going to make you cum my love, shh, you’re fine, breathe,” he’s speeding up, your eyes rolling back as you feel your limits nearing dangerously close with your orgasm, “Keep taking me just like this.” His husky tone is debauched as he moans your name, his muscles taunt as he worked his tip into a familiar spot inside you which he knows drives you wild.
“Mei, oh please, yes, I-I’m g-gonna—“ it’s a wonder if he’s showing mercy when he begins to fully fuck his entire length into you or not. Either way, the cord inside you finally snaps, a silent cry on your lips as your back arches off the mattress. Gyomei is quick to shift, dropping your thigh in favor of gripping your ass and angling your hips higher for himself to pave a new path inside of you with his cock. Your spasming cunt creaming around him doesn’t slow his pace, seemingly intent on fucking you stupid now. You’re used like a toy now, too weak to fully contribute more than your sounds of ecstasy and nail marks in his forearms or chest where you can reach.
“That’s it love, just let me use you now. You don’t need to do anything else but take it.” His words are mixed with desperate grunts and even something akin to a growl deep in his chest.
“Please s’too- ngh” Your soft body is pliant in his hold, which Gyomei is happy to fold up. Your pussy finally stretched enough to accommodate all of his length and girth without the pain which has you whining and scrambling away from him.
“Can’t—no—,” even as the words leave your lips, you’re wracked again by another climax as Gyomei rubs your swollen clit with his thumb. The gentle rolling motions juxtaposed to his rough drilling inside your gummy walls.
“Do you want me to—hah—fill you up?” His skin is soaked in sweat like yours, rolling down his muscles and creating nearly a dreamy state from the heat you both radiated in the cool room.
You didn’t even think about before you started begging.
“Yes Mei, fill me please, need— oh fuck—“ He’s pressed so close to you, his weight nearly a burden until thankfully he uses a free hand to keep himself up as his dick throbs and twitches inside you. Each hot rope of cum filling you up, space limited with Gyomei inside, leading it to spill out the sides and down his heavy balls. His hips still, panting above you while his pleasure and orgasm wash over him.
“So lovely.” He murmurs as he pulls out, your legs going limp as Gyomei’s cum leaks out of your body with the absence of his cock to keep you plugged. A kiss to your forehead and cheeks, then your neck and chest, and down your stomach has your twitching.
It’s not until you feel his lips on your inner thigh that you realize what he’s doing.
“I already came twice…” your little unspoken plea not convincing enough.
“Then cum again my love.” His wide flat tongue begins boldly on your slit. Lapping up his own cum leaking out of you as well as your own. His muffled moan against you has your hands twisting into his hair, tugging for more or less unclear as you writhe. Strong licks are soon accompanied by two fingers, intent on prodding and stretching you out more. The wet spot beneath you growing bigger by the minute as Gyomei passionately eats your pussy. Your scent and his was a delirious combination that has his length hardening again, rutting against the soft sheets and blankets you’ve both sullied. When your thighs twitch and close around his face, he doubles his efforts, lightly sucking on your clit while flicking it with the tip of tongue, fingers curling and fucking you perfectly until you shatter again.
The pressure of his fingers in that spot leaving your body no choice as you squirt, soaking his lower face and body. His smile blocked by your twitching and crying figure, your head thrown back as you try to push his face away, his fingers still move inside you.
You can’t even speak anymore, mindlessly moaning even as tears flow down your cheeks.
Finally he gives reprieve, removing his hand and only softly licking up your release, not attempting to further arouse you.
You lay panting, unfocused and tired red rimmed eyes staring at your completely recovered husband. His dick hard, the heavy weight of it not allowing it to stand at full attention, gravity pulling it down.
A bad feeling entered your gut.
You listened to it this time. Flipping onto your stomach, you’re quick to make an eecape from under him. Just as your legs drag up to let you get off the bed, Gyomei’s hand is around an ankle. Tugging you back with a laugh not suitable for the situation, nearly mocking.
“My love, I didn’t say we were done. Where are you going?” He’s speaking and moving at the same time, a hand on your hip pulling you up onto all fours as his tip finds your messy entrance.
A strange warbled noise leaves your throat when he shoves the entire thing inside in one go. Instantly filling you and leaving you no room to move or breathe as the room spins.
Gyomei isn’t any better off. Your tight pussy overstimulating him, your body beneath his hands making him lose focus. He wants to fuck you harder, be rougher, let you see how much he’s been holding back this entire time.
He’s not gentle. His pace brutal from the start, one hand on your hip to keep you up, and another wrapped around you belly. Feeling the tip of his cock through you with each thrust, his moans mingling with your broken cries. Your face in the blankets, hands clutching onto the fabric for comfort as your husband claims you in a way he’s never done before.
You don’t want it to stop. Even as you feel like you’re losing your sanity, as your thighs and ass burn from your punishment, the literal force of his body against yours too much. You want him to break you, leave you nothing but a mess for his pleasure for once.
“Ngh, do you like this love? See how much I hold back for—ah—you?” He’s hardly thrusting as he is yanking you back onto his cock, your limp body easily sliding on and off.
“Should I keep you like this all night?” He knows you can’t answer, you can hardly cry out anymore.
“I’ve missed you my love, missed your sweet words, your love and sincerity, and your body.” It’s a very romantic and Gyomei like confession, but your fucked out brain registers nothing anymore, still too focused on the orgasm you’re going to have again.
“Are you lonely my dear? Should I make sure you’re with child come morning?” He’s taken back by how badly that scenario arouses him. Would it help you feel less stressed while he was away to not be alone? To have children love and help care for you with him?
He’s pounding you, your drenched face rubbing against the sheets as you’re dragged back and forth like a doll. Mouth open and drooling as you cum again, this time followed by Gyomei who nearly shouts as his orgasm hits. His own body shaking and trembling from the force of pleasure bleeding into his system.
You’re wrapped in strong arms and rolled to your side, Gyomei’s semi-hard cock still nestled inside you with his cum as his lips find whatever available skin he can kiss.
“I love you my dearest, thank you for being mine… was I too rough with you?” Gyomei waits a while for an answer that does not come, until he realizes you’re completely passed out. Limp and exhausted, you must’ve lost consciousness on your last orgasm.
Chuckling, he’s kind enough to clean you up, change the sheets to dry ones, and cuddle up with in your shared bed. His breathing quick to even out with yours, holding you in his arms.
Come morning, there’s plenty of time to talk as you lay bed ridden, your patient and dutiful husband happy to care for you. The conversation leading to deeper understand between one another, and a realization to your behavior and feelings being linked with stress and anxiety.
While you feel comforted and sure to take good care of your husband in the future, you do take note of what acting out gets you.
#Gyomei Himejima#Gyomei smut#Gyomei x reader#Gyomei x fem! reader#Gyomei x y/n#18+#mdni#happy birthday Gyomei#kny smut#kny#kny Gyomei#belly bulge#brat taming#soft! dom Gyomei#he says naughty words
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WE CAN’T BE FRIENDS ( PART TWO )
-> part one
IN WHICH..
As you erase your memories of Sunghoon out of anger, a sense of regret slowly creeps in during the procedure. Despite your initial determination, doubts begin to surface about whether this is the right decision. As you make your way to his apartment, uncertainty gnaws at you. How will Sunghoon react when he sees you? Will he be surprised, angry, or confused? The thought of facing him fills you with anxiety, but deep down, you know you have to see him—one last time.
PAIRING & CATEGORIES
ex husband! Sunghoon x gn reader, second chance, divorced to lovers, angst?, fluff
CAUTION
force, kissing, skinship, crying, NOT proofread
STAR’S DIARY
I wrote this at midnight
TAGLIST
@cholexc @yyawnjun @rosas-in-the-garden @allforhee @ilovejungwonandhaechan @ifuckedheeseung @jooniesbears-blog @niki-the-genius @lilyuwon @ihrtnrk @kgneptun
HEADPHONES PLAYING..
we can’t be friends by ariana grande, ordinary things by ariana grande
“N-NO!” you sobbing and screaming while your tears stream down your eyes continually.
You were aware that you would eventually feel remorse for your actions. Your tendency to prioritize your trivial emotions over logic was a recurring pattern. The memories held great significance for you, each one cherished and irreplaceable. The thought of losing them all was unbearable, weighing heavily on your conscience
You couldn’t do it. It was a bad idea but even though you didn’t get your happy ending, you at least had a sweet story. Sunghoon made you the happiest you’ve ever been.
So you did it, you swiftly made your escape from the operation room and raced towards the familiar surroundings of you and Sunghoon's former apartment. The adrenaline fueled sprint through the city streets was exhilarating as you navigated through the bustling crowds, determined to reach your destination.
Memories flooded back as you approached the building, each step bringing you closer to the safety of your shared home. The sense of urgency pushed you forward, the need to escape and find solace in the comfort of familiar surroundings overwhelming. Finally, you reached the door, taking a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.
As you stood there waiting, time seemed to drag on endlessly. The feeling of impatience grew within you, making you question whether it was worth it to keep waiting.
Doubt crept into your mind, whispering that perhaps it was time to give up and walk away. But just as you were about to surrender to the frustration, a glimmer of hope appeared. The door finally creaked open, flooding your body with nervousness.
As you gazed upon the familiar figure of Sunghoon, memories from years past flooded your mind, causing tears to well up in your eyes. Sunghoon's own eyes widened in recognition, his lips parting in surprise as he took in the sight of you. The passage of time seemed to melt away as you both stood there, sharing a moment of silent understanding. It was a bittersweet reunion, filled with a mix of joy and sorrow at how much had changed.
As the silence lingers, a wave of embarrassment washes over you. His blank expression and lack of recognition leave you feeling small and insignificant. It's as though you never even crossed his mind, as if your presence in his life was completely forgettable. The weight of this realization settles heavily on your shoulders, causing a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.
“I- i’m sorry! You don’t even know me..” but as you were about to run away, you felt a warm hand gripping your wrist.
As you stood there, lost in your thoughts, a sudden warmth enveloped you. It was an embrace so comforting, so reassuring, that all your worries seemed to melt away. Sunghoon's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as if promising to never let go.
His touch was like a gentle caress, soothing and tender, filling you with a sense of security and love. In that moment, everything else faded away, and you were left with the simple, pure joy of being held in his arms. It was a moment of pure bliss, a moment you wished would never end.
“Sunghoon..?”
“How do you even remember me..”
Finally, Sunghoon turned his gaze towards you, tears shimmering in his eyes. A faint blush rose to his cheeks as he nervously scratched his neck, a clear sign of his embarrassment. It was evident that he was struggling to find the right words to speak, his emotions overwhelming him. Despite his attempt to compose himself, his vulnerability was palpable.
The weight of his unspoken words hung heavy in the air, the silence between you both speaking volumes. And in that moment, you couldn't help but feel a surge of empathy towards him, as you awaited his hesitant words with bated breath.
“I coudn’t do it..”
“I-i tried to but I just..”
Before he could continue speaking, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. The unexpected kiss caught him off guard, causing his words to fade away into a jumble of thoughts. His heart raced as he felt the warmth of your lips against his, a rush of emotions flooding through him. Time seemed to stand still in that moment as you shared a passionate connection.
The intensity of the kiss left him speechless, his mind reeling with confusion and desire. And in that instant, everything else faded away as he focused solely on the feeling of your lips on his.
As all the memories flooded through both of your minds, drawing you closer together, Sunghoon gently lifted you up. The rush of nostalgia washed over you, intertwining your hearts and souls in a moment of pure connection.
With each passing memory, the bond between you grew stronger, solidifying the unbreakable link you shared. Sunghoon's touch was tender yet firm, conveying a sense of protection and love. In that moment, you felt truly seen and understood, as if every memory was a thread weaving you both closer together. And in Sunghoon's arms, you knew you were home.
As the kiss broke, Sunghoon's breath hitched in his chest, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and worry as he gazed at you. The intensity of the moment lingered in the air, a silent exchange of emotions passing between you both. His gaze was filled with longing, his lips slightly parted as if yearning for more. But beneath the desire, there was also a hint of concern, a worry that perhaps he had crossed a line or that things were moving too fast.
“C-can we try again..?”
“Yes, dork.”
With a grin of relief, Sunghoon leaned in and kissed you once more before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you into his apartment. The warmth of his touch and the joy in his eyes filled you with a sense of contentment.
As he gently set you down, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the rush of emotions that flooded through you. The closeness between you two was undeniable, and in that moment, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be. Sunghoon's kiss was a promise of love and happiness that you eagerly embraced.
At last, you guess you can say that you two finally got your happy endings..
#stars yapping#enhypen#enhypen fluff#enhypen angst#enhypen smau#enhypen comfort#enha fluff#imagine#enhypen x reader#park sunghoon#sunghoon x reader#sunghoon#sunghoon angst#eternal sunshine
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not... Heather.
—Pairings: Xiao x Lumine x Ex! Reader
Content : Angst to comfort(depends on how you see it), unrequited feelings (lumine's).
Synopsis : the bittersweet reality of being the one who was there but never truly the one he yearned for.
based on : Heather's Pov.
"Xiao… I don't think we could work out anymore. It's just too much for me to handle. You can't just push me away anytime you want and then come back to me? It hurts so much…" Y/n's words echoed in Xiao's mind, haunting him like a painful melody. That day, Xiao was consumed by the weight of his karmic debts, and it manifested as irritation. He never intended to hurt the one he loved so dearly, but that particular day proved to be exceptionally challenging for him.
For the first time, Xiao's usually composed demeanour crumbled, and he raised his voice at her, his words laced with a bitterness that surprised even himself. "Well, if you can't handle that, then we shouldn't be together. You should've known better than to be with me then." His words, though spoken in frustration, carried a venom that stung both of them.
Despite Xiao's difficulty in understanding human emotions, he was willing to learn for the sake of his beloved. Never before had his cold heart felt warmth, except when Y/n was near. However, that day was an exception. As he witnessed Y/n's reaction—her scoff, the tears teetering on the edge of her precious eyes—he realized the gravity of his actions. He failed to grasp how Y/n silently pleaded for him to stop her, to embrace her, and assure her that everything would be alright. But Xiao, in his misguided belief that she deserved better, let her go.
In that moment, as Y/n walked away, Xiao missed the chance to bridge the growing chasm between them. He failed to seize the opportunity to express the depth of his feelings and offer solace. Little did he know that Y/n, though hurt and emotionally torn, had lingered for a fleeting moment, silently yearning for him to halt her departure and provide the comfort she desperately sought..
As Xiao reminisced about that fateful day, the weight of his actions lingered in the air. The memory of Y/n's hurtful words echoed in his mind, and the realization of his own inability to handle emotions gnawed at him. He had pushed away the one person who made his cold heart warm, and the regret settled like a heavy storm cloud.
The months that followed were filled with a profound sense of emptiness. Xiao couldn't shake off the guilt and the haunting image of Y/n leaving with tears in her eyes. His understanding of emotions was limited, but he knew he had hurt her deeply.
In the midst of Xiao's internal turmoil, Lumine and her annoying companion, Paimon unexpectedly entered his life. Lumine, the gentle and kind-hearted Traveler, appeared before him with an unexpected confession. Desperate to move on from the pain of his past, Xiao hesitated but ultimately agreed. The news of their union quickly spread throughout Liyue, painting a picture of the Famous Traveler and the Vigilant Yaksha as a couple.
Meanwhile, Y/n, upon hearing about Xiao and Lumine, couldn't deny the twinge of jealousy that gripped her heart. The realization of Xiao moving on so quickly stung, yet she couldn't blame him.
"Sure, I've got his sweater,
but you should know better,
He holds my hands, thinking of you forever."
"Oh, your hands are almost my size," Xiao chuckled emptily, his mind involuntarily drifting to memories of Y/n. "Y/n's hands were much smaller."
Lumine, sensing a sudden shift in Xiao's demeanor, asked with genuine curiosity, "Who's Y/n?" She couldn't help but notice the fleeting horror that crossed Xiao's face.
In that moment, Xiao hesitated, his internal struggle evident. After a brief pause, he redirected the conversation, deflecting Lumine's question with a forced nonchalance. "Oh, my apologies," he said, veiling the pain behind his eyes. The untold story lingered in the air, leaving Lumine with a sense of unspoken sorrow that Xiao carried within him.
"cause u were his first,
now you're jealous of the 3rd of December,
screaming 'wish I were heather'"
Xiao took Lumine to the Lantern Rites Festival, a vibrant celebration of lights and colors. Coincidentally, Y/n was also there with her friends, immersed in the festive atmosphere. As fate would have it, Lumine and Y/n's paths crossed, resulting in an accidental bump. Y/n's expression shifted momentarily, revealing a hint of jealousy that didn't go unnoticed by Lumine.
Xiao, too, caught sight of Y/n in the crowd. His normally impassive features softened at the sight of her, memories flooding back. As he opened his mouth to address Y/n, she quickly excused herself, muttering apologies, and disappeared into the lively sea of festival-goers.
Lumine, ever perceptive, observed the subtle changes in Xiao's demeanor. She didn't miss the way his gaze lingered in the direction Y/n had vanished. It was a silent acknowledgment of the complex emotions that still lingered between Xiao and Y/n, the unspoken connection that Lumine could sense in the air. The Lantern Rites Festival, meant to be a joyous occasion, became bittersweet.
"you walk by,
he stares with such heart eyes,
wish he'd stare into my eyes"
Throughout the Lantern Rites Festival, Lumine couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling in her chest. Xiao's gaze, usually stoic and distant, carried a softness she had never seen before. Lumine couldn't help but notice the contrast between the way Xiao looked at her and the way he had looked at Y/n.
As the festival unfolded with its vibrant lights and joyful celebrations, Lumine couldn't escape the wish that lingered in her heart. She yearned for Xiao to cast his gaze upon her with the same tenderness and longing he had shown for Y/n, even if just for a fleeting moment. The unspoken desire for that connection, for Xiao to look at her with an emotion that transcended his usual reserve, weighed on Lumine's mind, creating a subtle undercurrent of melancholy beneath the festive atmosphere.
"I'm just a rebound in his life,
gosh I've tried"
Lumine decided to surprise Xiao by preparing his favorite dish, Almond Tofu. With genuine enthusiasm, she presented the dish to him, hoping to bring a smile to his usually reserved face. "Mmh, it's good, but it's too sweet for my liking. You should ask Y/n how to ma—"
Xiao's words hung in the air, cutting through Lumine like a knife. She felt a pang of hurt as the sentence remained unfinished. The unintentional comparison stung, and Xiao's abrupt halt left Lumine with a mix of confusion and disappointment. Sensing the discomfort, Xiao awkwardly excused himself, leaving Lumine alone with her thoughts.
As she stared at the half-finished plate of Almond Tofu, Lumine grappled with the realization that, despite her efforts, there were lingering shadows from Xiao's past that continued to affect their interactions. The sweetness of the dish turned bitter in her mouth, mirroring the bitter taste of the unspoken emotions that hung in the air between them.
"Why are you jealous of me?
You're talented, smart, and funny,"
While Xiao was away, Lumine decided to explore Liyue and stumbled upon the place where Y/n worked. As she approached, she witnessed a heartwarming scene – Y/n, surrounded by playful children of Liyue, her beauty accentuated by the genuine joy on her face. The infectious laughter echoed in the air, and Lumine couldn't help but understand why Xiao's cold heart melted in Y/n's presence.
Caught in the moment, Y/n noticed Lumine's presence. The warmth in her smile faltered, and an awkward silence settled between them. Y/n, unsure of Lumine's intentions, offered a tentative wave before excusing herself and moving inside.
As Lumine observed Y/n's interactions with the children, a mix of admiration and wistfulness filled her. The genuine connection Y/n shared with the kids and the way she effortlessly radiated warmth. Lumine couldn't deny the pang of realization that Xiao's heart belonged to someone who brought not only warmth to him but also to those around her.
"He loves you better, writing love letters,
For you,
not for Heather,"
In the evening, Lumine made her way to Wangshu Inn, ascending to the roof where Xiao often found solace. There, she found Xiao engrossed in watching a clip, seemingly of glaze lilies. Lumine connected the dots, remembering the similar pair adorning Y/n's hair earlier in the day.
Approaching Xiao with a heavy heart, Lumine took a deep breath before urging him to be honest about what his heart truly desired. Xiao, surprisingly sincere, met her gaze and offered a heartfelt apology. He admitted that his heart belonged to someone from the past – Y/n. Lumine, though hurt, understood the gravity of his confession.
With a resigned acceptance, Lumine acknowledged that she needed to let him go. Xiao's sincerity in acknowledging his feelings for Y/n made the decision clear. As Lumine stepped away from the roof of Wangshu Inn, she carried the weight of unspoken emotions and the bittersweet realization that sometimes, even with the best intentions, hearts yearn for connections that transcend the present.
"because I'm not his forever."
The next day, Lumine made the difficult decision to leave Liyue and continue her travels. With a heavy heart, she walked through the streets, grappling with the ache of unrequited feelings. As she passed by a familiar place, fate dealt another painful blow.
In a moment frozen in time, Lumine caught a glimpse of Xiao and Y/n in a warm embrace. The two lovers, finally reunited, shared a connection that Lumine had yearned for. The sight, though beautiful, shattered Lumine's heart into even smaller fragments. She felt the weight of her unspoken emotions as she silently observed the happiness that had eluded her.
With a deep sigh, Lumine continued on her journey, leaving behind the bittersweet love that wasn't meant for her. The road ahead seemed longer, and the pain of unrequited love lingered, but Lumine knew that her travels held new adventures and the possibility of healing a heart wounded by the twists of fate.
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Frustrating
"You go too fast for me, Jophiel. There's only one place I truly want to see again, and you can't take me there."
Jophiel dropped onto the steering wheel, letting out a frustrated sigh. The conversation had ended worse than he had imagined.
Trembling, he looked at the lighter the owl had given him. Despite everything, he had given it to him.
He thought about how curious happiness was and how it could vanish from someone's body in a matter of seconds. How everything around him felt warm with Azazel's presence, with that talk where he had confessed in the most adorable way possible his desire to be called angel by him. And how the cold had taken over the car at the same moment the owl had said those words before leaving, leaving him completely alone.
Frustrating, was the best way he could define all that. It was frustrating that so many of his conversations ended that way, that they left him with a strange feeling in his body. It was frustrating to feel that there was never enough for the demon, that he never found the exact right words, that something was always missing.
"Shit."
Maybe it's that he couldn't compare to the faith that Azazel still maintained. Of course not, how could he compare himself to God? How stupid.
But he couldn't help but feel mad. It was pretty obvious that Azazel wanted to return to heaven, even if he didn't say so verbatim. That same heaven that once rejected him, that had caused him so much suffering and that, even nowadays, that same suffering only complicated his life. Hurt him.
He had always questioned certain ideals of heaven, even if it was risky to do so from his position. He was aware that he was not the best example of an angel. It was increasingly difficult for him to understand what had pushed Heaven to expel Azazel.
What sense did it make to abandon someone so devout, with a purity that bordered on the impossible. With an innate goodness that was dangerous to the owl himself and a faith that was eating away and devouring him day by day?
How did they even dare to turn off a light like his?
If anyone deserved a place in heaven, it was certainly him. His angel. His light. And even then, he had fallen and had to live with it for the rest of his existence. With that sorrow. With that sadness in his eyes, his incessant nervousness, his words. The burns on his hands. Oh, the burns.
They must have hurt, right?
He promised to himself that if God didn't protect him, he would. How was he going to protect him from himself?
How frustrating. Azazel was frustrating. The love he felt for him was incredibly frustrating.
Not that it mattered, of course. He was going to love him either way.
Jophiel asked himself if love always was like that. Exasperating, infuriating, confusing, maddening, all at once. And at the same time, so tender, so sweet and warm.
Even now, when he was feeling so miserable and defeated, his mind couldn't stop spinning around the fact of how devilishly adorable Azazel was. In the enormous desire he had to see his face again, to hear his voice, to make him smile and laugh and, perhaps, some occasional blush. His heart felt at peace just by that thought. But it also raced so fast that for a minute he thought it was going to explode.
He wondered how it was possible for love to be that complicated. How was it even possible that it caused so many different emotions in him.
He felt like he was going to lose his mind at any time.
"What a tightrope we walk on, angel."
But oh, how much he loved him.
How much he adored him. How much he worshiped him.
another little thing based on the best good omens au ever, oopsie!omens by @asleepyy bc they are all i think about lately. hope you enjoy it!🩷
(english is not my first language so i apologize in advance if there's any mistakes)
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and I lost you [TS drabble challenge]
Here's my entry into @beskarandblasters's Taylor Swift Drabble Challenge! I got Maroon and Joel. Get ready for Angst City®️! (Divider by @saradika-graphics)
Song: Maroon (Midnights)
Pedro boy: Joel Miller
Pairing: Joel Miller x ex!afab!Reader (written in Joel's POV)
Word Count: 686
Warnings/tags: post-outbreak, Joel's POV, no use of y/n, unspecified age gap, alcohol consumption, infidelity, aaaaangst, heavy reference to Taylor Swift lyrics, not beta'd
Joel lay awake in his bed, shifting his position for the umpteenth time while his memories play over and over in his head. No matter how he wraps his flannel sheets around himself, the bed is never as warm as it is when you were in it with him. But that’s all gone to shit now that he’s lost you.
He knows he’s made a fool of himself. Knows that he’s failed you. You - beautiful, charming, the only one to slip past his defenses, the walls he put up around himself to keep out everything, even the good. He let you into his home and his heart, let you fill it with laughter. He remembers how you told him stories about your college days before the outbreak, about your vinyl shelf full of records, of nights where you woke up on the floor in the late morning after too much cheap rose wine. He told you stories about Sarah, whom he never talked about to anyone besides you and Tommy. Her prowess at soccer, how she would help out their elderly neighbors, the watch she got fixed for him for his birthday - the day before his world ended. He felt safe with you, and you with him. You chose him, and he chose you.
He doesn’t know when it started. But you’d been frustrated with Tommy’s reliance on Joel for border patrol; you felt that he was putting himself in unnecessary amounts of danger. Arguments started cropping up, and more than once you’d left the house to stay at Tommy and Maria’s after particularly bad fights. On more than one of those occasions, he’d trudged to the Tipsy Bison to drown his sorrows and avoid his feelings. And on one of those nights, he let temptation win out.
She was one of Maria’s friends, older than you were, closer to Joel’s age. She’d always blatantly flirted with him, despite him mentioning you and everyone knowing you and Joel were together. She was one of those women who liked challenges, who wanted to play games. She didn’t like that Joel resisted all of her advances, so she waited until he was at his weakest to pounce. Too many whiskeys in, Joel had let her drag him behind the bar. Had let her kiss him, his lips barely moving back against hers in response. She promised she could make him feel better than you did, that he didn’t need a girl like you, he needed a woman - despite you being more of a woman than she could even dream of. He didn’t stop her when she kissed down his neck, when she left marks along his collarbone - ones he knew you’d notice. He was just so mad at you for being right about the patrol shifts, but he felt guilty saying no to Tommy after all this time apart from him. His awful defense mechanisms figured that if you had left the house, it meant you didn’t want him or need him, and he wanted to forget.
But he was so wrong. When he stumbled back to the house, he didn’t expect you to be there. Didn’t think you’d be sipping red wine at the counter, waiting for him. So when he entered the living room, his button-up disheveled, the darkening hickey across his collarbone clear as day, you looked shell-shocked, then distraught, then more angry than you’d ever been before. You took the glass you’d been drinking out of and flung the contents at him, the burgundy splashing onto his t-shirt and face. You said nothing as you stormed out of the house, but right before you slammed the door, he heard the most heart-wrenching sob begin to wrack your chest as you held your head in your hands.
He felt like his heart had been strangled, but he knew everything was his fault. He deserved the full weight of the hurt he made you endure. Laying awake with your memory over him, he realized what a real fucking legacy his betrayal was to leave to you, the one he chose, the one who had chosen him.
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Hot as Hades
Misc. Masterlist - Masterlist
Chapter 1
Words: 1939
Summary: the fate of yours and Hades' is bound but the Fates advise caution while Aphrodite is meddling in the Lord of the dead's affairs
Chapter 2 - Prophecy
Hades rushed down the steps, seething with anger towards Pain and Panic for neglecting to inform him of the Fates' arrival. The most important inhabitants of the underworld, aside from himself of course, were waiting for him and his good for nothing imps were too busy with hell knows what to even tell him. They had one task, just one damned task. Hades pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath before swinging open the doors.
"Ladies. Hah. I am so sorry that I'm...", he began, attempting to apologise, but the Fates cut him off.
"Late", they finished in unison.
"We knew you would be", Lachesis chuckled.
"We know everything", Clotho proudly stated.
"Past."
"Present."
"And future", Atropos added, nudging Pain, "indoor plumbing. It's gonna be big."
"Right, anyway ladies, I was at this picnic kinda thing and I lost all track and wanted to ask abou-", Hades tried to explain, only to be interrupted once again by the Fates.
"We know!"
His hair momentarily flared up in a deep red before returning to its usual blue flames as he took a series of deep breaths, attempting to regain his composure. He knew that losing his temper in front of the Fates would be counterproductive, despite how frustrating they could be to deal with. However, Aphrodite's words continued to swirl in his mind, leaving him wondering if there was any truth behind her teasing remark.
"I KNOW, you know. Anyway, Aphrodite... Ms. Lovey Dovey, Ms. "Hey I always know when someone's in love", now she has told-"
"About the mortal being in love with you. WE KNOW!", the Fates interrupted him yet again.
Hades couldn't help but slam his hand against his face in exasperation, a painful reminder to himself to maintain his calm and charm.
"I KNOW YOU KNOW! I got it, I got the concept!", he clenched his teeth, forcefully contorting the twitching corners of his mouth into a distorted smile, "so let me just ask. Is Aphrodite telling the truth about that mortal? Will she love me back? What do you think?"
Clotho released a sorrowful sigh, parting her lips, but before any words could escape, Lachesis seized the edge of her robe and swiftly turned her around.
"We're not supposed to reveal the future!", she reminded her sister, fixing a stern gaze upon her, despite the absence of an eyeball.
It didn't go unnoticed by Hades that a disagreement was brewing between the Fates. He found himself in the perfect position to extract information from them, all it would take was a touch of his usual charm and he would attain his answers.
"Ladies ladies", his voice was smooth and alluring, "time out, please. Can I ask you a question by the way? Did you cut your hair or something? You look fabulous, like a fate worse than death."
His slender fingers gently touched a strain of her hair, which popped out and wound its way along his arm like a poisonous snake, ready to strike. Hades' expression briefly contorted into disgust before he regained his composure and tucked the hair back into its rightful place. Clotho couldn't contain her giggles, resembling an infatuated teenager, prompting Lachesis to nudge her in the side, causing their shared eye to pop out and roll towards Hades. He swiftly retrieved it, plucking a hair from it before gently taking hold of Lachesis' hand and placing the eyeball on her palm.
"Ladies, please", he purred with a seductive voice, "my fate is in your lovely hands."
Lachesis and Clotho looked at each other, sighs of awe leaving their lips.
"Alright", Atropos grumbled, taking hold of the eye and letting it hover among the other Fates before transforming it into a radiant dark blue sphere.
"In 18 nights precisely, the hearts will align ever so nicely. The time to act will be at hand, free your aching heart, bodies to bend."
"Mmm-hmm. Good, good", Hades chuckled, a blush creeping up his cheeks as he attempted to push sudden thoughts of your naked form out of his mind.
"The once lonely receives all and her heart be yours to call!"
His heart skipped a beat. After eons of torment from his lonely, aching heart, trapped in the desolation of the demanding underworld, he caught a glimpse of a flickering light—a small flame ignited by a glimmer of hope deep within him.
"But a word of caution to this tale", the Fates' tone darkened.
And there it was, the usual punch in the face, the cruel reality swirling around him, teasing him with the notion that all the beauty and happiness in the world was meant for every god except himself.
"Excuse me?", Hades spoke, his voice cracking with sorrow.
"Should Zeus deny, love will fail.", the Fates cackled before disappearing.
The Lord of the Underworld screamed, his furious roar echoing through the realms of darkness like a wave of scorching flames from the depths of hell, threatening to consume and obliterate everything in its path. His fists pounded against the table in the chamber before he hurled it against the wall, the stone shattering into countless fragments as the sound of his frantic breath filled the room, while Panic and Pain slipped away silently, hoping to avoid being maimed.
You finished work, helping your boss cleaning up before you headed home. Daily life had become more bearable since that night with Hades. With a joyful tune on your lips, you happily skipped through the streets towards your humble abode. As you collapsed onto your bed, a gentle sigh escaped your mouth, your mind filled with thoughts of when it would be fitting to reach out to the god once again. You yearned for his presence and the ache you felt in your belly while laughing at his silly puns.
"Thinking about the Lord of the Gloomy and Grumpy?", someone chuckled.
You jumped up from your bed and turned towards the voice, its origin being the most beautiful woman you've ever laid eyes on.
"Are-are-are you?", you stammered as every muscle on your body tensed.
"Aphrodite, goddess of love and desperately needed in this household", she smiled warmly at you.
"Do you?", your hands waved around, unsure what or how to ask.
"Know about the blooming love between you and the Lord of the dead? Of course my dear and I dare say that I wasn't even involved in all this. He fell for you loooong ago on his own. Whoops!", the goddess threw her hands up and laughed, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, "shouldn't have said that."
You blinked in disbelief at the goddess' statement. Could it be that Hades felt the same way? That you actually charmed a god? Capturing his immortal heart even before you met him? It felt surreal, your head was spinning at the speed of light, different thoughts pestering your mind while a thousand questions whirled around demanding answers and all while your heart seemed to beat so fast that it almost felt painful.
"Poor little mortal", with an air of amusement, she paced around you, her voice dripping with curiosity, "but I'm not surprised, Hades is one of kind, thankfully, I think everyone on Olympus would scream if there were more like him."
"What will happen now?", you hesitantly asked.
"You two are linked by fate, my sweet little mortal", the godess whispered in your ear, "but only the Fates can tell what fate was, will be or will become."
A surge of emotions swirled within you - excitement, anticipation and a tinge of fear. Your lips parted to pose more questions but Aphrodite had already vanished, leaving only a faint trace of her delicate fragrance behind. It felt as though you were running in circles, every new piece of information throwing you back to the exact same spot you had started from. Unable to find solace in this confusion, you resolved to seek answers from the only god you felt comfortable talking to, so, the next day after work, you made your way back to the shrine in the forest.
Unbeknownst to you, Hades had been expecting your arrival, his piercing eyes watching you from the underworld. He paced around in the throne room, cursing at Aphrodite's involvement. The revelations from the Fates had deeply unsettled him, he now also had the goddess of love meddling in his affairs, as if his situation wouldn't have been bad enough. He didn't know of what exactly and how he had to convince his brother to prevent a tragedy from happening, but he was determined to find a solution in due course. He possessed a certain resourcefulness and would not allow his brother to ruin his life any further. But that would be for another day, one absurdity at the time. For now, he had to devise a plan to counter any inquiries about his...what did mortals call them again? Ah, yes, feelings. He intended to conceal his emotions for as long as possible.
As he frantically sought a solution, his train of thought was interrupted by the faint whispers of your prayer. A defeated sigh escaped his lips, and he materialised beside you.
"You heard that sound? It was the sound of your little prayer fluttering all the way down into my realm and babe, you wished for it and baboom, here I am", he exclaimed, a smug grin hiding his nervousness, wiggling his eyebrows.
"So", you mumbled, avoiding his gaze while nervously shuffling your feet on the ground, "Aphrodite..."
"Yeeeeah I know I know", Hades said, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes darted between you and the ground.
"Is it...?", the question lingered unspoken for a moment.
"True? I would guess so", he sighed.
"So what...uhm...now?"
"We dance, we kiss, we schmooze, we carry on, we go home happy. If you want to of course, unlike my dear brother, Mr. High and Mighty, I'd actually prefer if we were on the same page for those kinda things."
You chuckled at that, feeling your heart flutter at the prospect of a date with the Lord of the dead.
As you locked eyes with him, you noticed a flicker of vulnerability hidden behind his typically stoic expression - a mix of affection and apprehension. It occurred to you for the first time that even a god like Hades might be plagued by insecurities. After all, living under the weight of a notorious reputation for eternity, while the other gods lived their best life on Olympus, didn't leave much room for love. Perhaps he had even given up on it altogether, until you wiggled your way into his immortal existence. He grasped your hands, intertwining them and raising them towards his lips, where he planted a gentle kiss. The sensation elicited a soft sigh from you, his unnaturally warm lips against your skin sending a delightful, tingling feeling throughout your body. A blush crept up to your cheeks as your gaze remained fixated on his thumb, softly caressing your flesh.
"The full-time job my brother so charitably bestowed upon me is waiting. I'd really love to stay but I can't. I'll pick you up tomorrow night for a proper date. Be here at sunset."
With those words, he vanished, leaving behind a faint trace of smoke. A real date with a real god...tomorrow...you internally screamed of joy, trying to keep a stoic expression, just in case he'd be watching. You strolled back home, thoughts racing around what he could possibly come up with for tomorrow evening and what a mere mortal like you could wear to impress the Lord of the dead.
Chapter 3
#disney#disney hades#hades#disney hercules#the fates#disney villains#disney x reader#hades x reader#hades x female reader#disney villain x reader#hades x you#aphrodite#disney aphrodite
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Waste The Night
Painting!Gojo x Painter!reader x Painting!Geto
Summary: In a haunting twist of fate, your tragic painting suddenly springs to life, its sorrowful characters and somber scenes manifesting before your eyes.
Tw: manipulation, sadistic, slight degrade, mentions of harassment, trauma, curse words
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You breathe heavily, your head spinning as you try to make sense of their words. Everything around you feels like it's collapsing, and you look at them in horror, hoping desperately that they're joking.
"Satoru... Suguru... tell me you're joking." you plead, your voice trembling with disbelief.
They exchange glances, their expressions pained and regretful. Satoru reaches out to calm you, his hand extending towards yours, but you slap it away, recoiling from his touch.
"Y/n, please, listen." he implores.
But you can't bear to hear any more. The weight of their confession hangs heavy in the air, suffocating you with its implications. You stumble backwards, tears blurring your vision, and collapse onto the floor, the full magnitude of their betrayal crashing over you like a tidal wave.
"How! How can you both do that?! Did you want me to rotten in jail huh? So you guys can be free running around in this house?! Is that what you want?! Did you guys even realise how all of this effect to me?! Do you guys have any idea how scared i am?!"
Your voice reverberates through the room, filled with anguish and frustration, causing Satoru's body to tremble in response. He feels his heart pounding in his chest, a dull ache spreading to every corner of his body.
"N-no! I-I'm sorry! I just... I just wanted to protect you." he stammer, his face drained of color with fear. He hates it, he's so scared the fact that you angry with him
Suguru, who had remained silent, observing Satoru's trembling form, felt his blood boiling with a mix of anger and frustration. Without hesitation, he took a step forward, dropping to his knees to meet your gaze.
You regarded Suguru sharply, anticipation evident in your eyes as you waited for him to speak.
"We protected you." he stated confidently, his voice unwavering despite the tension in the room.
You couldn't help but chuckle at his audacity, your smirk a mix of disbelief and defiance.
"Are you crazy? Who said I need to be protected, huh?" you retorted, your tone laced with mockery as you challenged him.
Suguru's eyes darkened in response to your words, Doesnt matter the fact that your his 'god' or his 'owner' he doesn't let that slide. his resolve hardening as he fought to maintain control.
In an instant, his hand, which had been clutching his yukata, shot out to grip your cheeks, squishing them together firmly.
"Mmmph!" You yelped in surprise, the sudden pressure catching you off guard.
As Suguru studied your face, he couldn't help but find you adorable in that moment. His breath grew closer, and you could feel the warmth of it against your skin.
"Is that how you say thank you? Need to learn some manners, princess?" he questioned, his voice sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.
You looked at him, your body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation, unsure of what would happen next.
He tightened his grip on your cheeks, making it difficult for you to speak or even breathe. You struggled against his hold, desperately attempting to push his hand away while gripping his yukata tightly.
Suguru chuckled at your futile efforts, finding it cute in your struggle. Your tears only seemed to fuel his amusement, wetting his hand as they continued to flow unabated.
Satoru snapped back to reality, his eyes widening in shock and concern at the scene unfolding before him.
"Suguru! What are you doing?! Don't hurt her!" he exclaimed, moving forward to intervene.
However, Suguru quickly held Satoru back by his elbow, his smile never leaving his face.
"Hurt her? How could I? Look how adorable she is. Don't worry, Satoru, this is just how Y/n and I communicate. I told you I'll fix this, so just stand there and wait." Suguru reassured him, his tone calm yet authoritative.
"Sugu-"
"Don't make me repeat myself, Satoru." Suguru interrupted firmly.
Satoru took a step back hesitantly, unsure of what to do next. All attention was now focused back on you, awaiting your reaction to Suguru's unconventional method of communication.
Suguru slowly released his grip on your cheeks, allowing you to catch your breath. Your cheeks felt sore and tender from his tight hold, and you couldn't help but wince as you gingerly touched them.
As Suguru continued to stare down at you, a mixture of anger and disbelief surged through you. How could he have treated you like that?
In a moment of impulse, you attempted to slap him, but Suguru swiftly caught your wrist in his hand, preventing the blow from landing.
"Aw, a sweet revenge?" he remarked, his tone laced with amusement as he held your wrist firmly in his grasp.
You glared up at him, a mixture of frustration and indignation evident in your expression. Suguru's smirk only seemed to infuriate you further, but you knew that any further resistance would be futile in your current state.
"Fuck you, Suguru," you spat out.
Suguru sighed heavily, his expression softening slightly. With a gentleness that surprised you, he slid his hand under your armpits and lifted you up, attempting to help you stand on your weakened feet. You jolted slightly as he lifted you, feeling a rush of embarrassment flood through you as he gently pinned you against the wall.
"W-what are you doing, get off," you stammered, your face flushed red with a mix of emotions.
He still didn't say anything, instead, he wiped away your tears and gently caressed your cheeks
"Is it hurt?" he asked softly.
You nodded slowly, still feeling the sting from his grip.
"Yeah, you deserve it. Such a whiney baby." he added casually, as if your pain meant nothing to him.
You gritted your teeth, feeling a surge of anger and betrayal toward him. It was clear he was playing with your emotions, and you couldn't help but feel a strong desire to hate him in that moment.
He laughed at your expression. He leaned in and pecked your cheeks softly.
"C'mon, don't grit your teeth at me like that, ya trying to bite or something?" he teased.
"Shut up, you fucking murderer." you snapped, your voice laced with venom.
His smile faded, replaced by a serious expression as he pinned you harder against the wall.
"I fucking murder for you," he stated firmly.
"But it's wrong!" you protested, your voice trembling with emotion.
"Wrong? Is it? Then tell me, how's your feeling after that pervert died?" Suguru's voice was probing, his eyes searching yours.
"Of course, I was shocked!" you replied defensively.
"Did you feel sad?" he pressed.
No
"I-i..." You faltered, unable to answer. Your mind went blank, unsure of how you really felt. You had worked with him for years, but truth be told, you didn't like him. He always acted superior, enjoying humiliating you and making you feel small. While his death had shocked you and almost landed you in jail, you couldn't find it in you to feel sad about him.
Suguru grinned, a satisfied blush spreading across his face. "Cat got your tongue, dove?" he teased.
Your body trembled even more as Suguru's hand pressed against your quivering lips. He stared at you intensely, then slowly traced his finger across your lips. He bites his own lips.
"Can't say it? Want me to say it to you?" he taunted, his voice sending chills down your spine.
"S-suguru..." you stammered, feeling overwhelmed by his closeness.
Suguru leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over your neck and ear.
"Because deep down, i know you happy" he whispered, his words causing you to shiver.
Your eyes widened as his words sank in. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to comprehend what Suguru was implying. He pulled back slightly to gauge your reaction.
"H-happy?" you asked, your voice quivering with disbelief.
"She's happy?" Satoru suddenly spoke up, his confusion evident.
Suguru couldn't help but giggle at their innocence.
"Yes, y/n's happy. You're happy because you don't have any burden anymore. That guy, he keep harassed you, didn't he?" Suguru explained.
Your body jolted, and you hugged yourself tightly, trying to shield yourself from the overwhelming emotions. You couldn't bring yourself to meet Suguru's gaze, instead staring down at the ground. The memories of the inappropriate things your manager did to you flooded back, causing you to shudder with disgust.
"So that's true, huh. He almost did that to me and Satoru too."
"He did?!" You exclaimed, shocked by the revelation.
"Yeah, but we finished him off." Suguru said with a satisfied smile.
You fell silent, lost in your thoughts. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks – if it was true that you felt relieved about his death –
isn't that make i'm in the wrong too?
Suguru continued to stare at you, his hands gently cupping your cheeks, urging you to meet his gaze. He playfully nudged his nose against yours, attempting to lighten the mood.
"C'mon, baby, what's with that gloomy face, hm?" he said softly. "Stop pouting like that, although you look cute. But, aren't you feeling satisfied? That guy would never bother you again. You won't ever see him again, he can't yell at you again, or even touch you... he can't do anything to you now!"
His words echoed in your mind, stirring up a mix of conflicting emotions. Despite the relief of being free from your manager's harassment, you couldn't shake off the guilt that lingered within you.
Suguru suddenly embraced you tightly, his arms enveloping you in a comforting embrace. His soft kisses trailed down your neck to your shoulder, eliciting a soft sigh from you.
"How could Satoru and I just stand there and watch him hurt you?" he whispered softly, his breath warm against your skin. "We truly care about you, we just want you to feel happy. Besides, how dare he touch what's ours, people like that should've died. Don't you happy, y/n? The fact that we're taking care of you?"
You hesitated, torn between conflicting emotions. "I... but... still... killing is just too much," you managed to say.
"But sometimes, it's the easiest way, don't you think?" Suguru replied. "I know I made a mistake and almost got you in jail. But I promise it would never happen again! We can fix this, I'm sure. I won't let anyone lay their hands on you."
His words offered you a glimmer of hope, a reassurance that perhaps there was a way out of this mess. Yet, the weight of what had transpired still hung heavily over you, casting a shadow of doubt on your mind.
Satoru stood behind Suguru and wrapped his arms around him, joining in the embrace. His eyes pleaded with you, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance. Now, the three of you were entwined in a comforting hug.
"He's right, y/n," Satoru chimed in, his voice gentle and soothing. "We just want to make you happy."
"Please... let us taking care of you, princess," Suguru added, his voice soft and reassuring. "You've been working so hard, haven't you? You're so good to everyone. Now, let us make you feel good. You deserve it after all. A lot of people get jealous over you and making you feel small instead. Just say their names, and the next day, you won't even remember about them..." His words were like a gentle caress, calming your mind and soothing your fears.
It felt so comforting to have someone who wanted to take care of you, to protect you from the harsh realities of the world.
You couldn't even remember the last time someone else had comforted you like this. Even your parents didn't care about you, they only seemed to wait for you to send them money every week. The warmth of Suguru and Satoru's embrace felt like a lifeline, offering solace and understanding in a world that had often felt cold and indifferent.
Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time, they were tears of gratitude and relief. Despite everything that had happened, you felt a glimmer of hope flicker within you. Maybe, just maybe, you weren't as alone as you had thought. Suguru and Satoru were here for you, offering their support and unwavering loyalty.
"Thank you," you whispered hoarsely, your voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for being here for me, for caring about me..."
Suguru's smile of satisfaction reflected the success of the words he had spoken, finally penetrating your heart. He gently stroked your hair, his touch a soothing balm to your troubled mind. Satoru's smile mirrored Suguru's, radiating warmth and affection like a loyal puppy.
"Oh! I'm glad you understand now!" Satoru exclaimed, his voice filled with relief. "I was so scared when you looked so mad at me...but it's not like he's important, right? Having us should be just enough for you, hehe."
Satoru pulled away from Suguru's back and wrapped his arms around you instead, embracing you tightly and burying his face in your neck. His presence felt comforting and reassuring, melting away the remnants of your fear and uncertainty.
Suguru's lips brushed against your forehead in a reassuring gesture.
"Thats true you only need us..." he murmured softly.
"B-but..whats gonna happen now? I dont want to go to jail!" you exclaimed, your voice trembling with fear.
"Dont worry i have an idea.." Suguru said mysteriously, a glimmer of determination in his eyes.
"You do?" Both you and Satoru asked simultaneously, leaning in with anticipation.
Suguru smiled thoughtfully, rubbing his chin.
"We just need to frame somebody else for this," he declared, his tone resolute.
You and Satoru exchanged furrowed brows, silently communicating your unease with Suguru's suggestion.
"I hate to say this, but.." Suguru's finger pointed towards the lawyer painting you had just created.
"We also need that guy"
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You matter♡
Brooo this is so much self projection rn💀💀 but I needed a soft fanfic like this, so why not write it myself😆🙏🏾
Warnings: fem!reader, black reader, mention of depression, hurt to comfort, y/n is basically dating the 4 main clones, Zohakuten and y/n have a sibling platonic love, pure fluff, humor(?)
Aizetsu is the first to be there for you during these times and understand how you feel. The others didn't bother trying to get you out of bed since you didn't want to, but Aizetsu couldn't just leave you alone. Despite him being sorrow and making everything depressing himself, it saddened him to see you like this and wanted to stay by your side even if it's just him.
"I know it's hard, but please eat something...it makes me sad when you don't eat the right meals a human is supposed to have." Aizetsu rubs your back, holding a plate in his hand. "Look, I managed to get your favorite snack. plantain, right? I had a human make it, " he said with a soft smile.
You turned your head and smiled lightly. "You're so sweet, thank you... can I eat later? I just don't have the energy. " You turn your head back and curled up under for blanket more. Aizetsu puts the plate of food on your nightstand and turns off the light, continuing to rub your back. "I'm going to stay with you until you eat... you haven't eaten all day. " Aizetsu's voice shakes, becoming more worried.
"I'm sorry, I'm trying," your voice breaks, covering your face. "I know y/n." Aizetsu comes underneath the covers to spoon you, holding you in his arms.
For once, Sekido actually takes note of what Aizetsu says when you're in this state. He thinks it's best to leave you alone and let Aizetsu handle it, but it angered him, knowing your feeling comfort with only him when it should be the other way around. Sekido cares about you just as much as the others even if he's always angered, but this time, he needed to do his part in taking care of you in this mental state.
Sekido walks up the stairs, almost stomping, and flew open the door, letting the hallway light shine in your room. He growls and rips the blanket off you and Aizetsu, even going as far as to grab Aizetsu by his arm to pull him away from you. "Fuck off now. Clearly, your way isn't working, so let me handle things, " Sekido said, making Aizetsu sulk.
"Get up," Sekido said, standing at the edge of your bed. Your eye lids felt heavy, the energy to keep them open was too much but you took a moment to turn back to Sekido, looking at him emotionless and not saying a word, not even getting up like he said.
"You mustn't get mad at y/n. She's trying" Aizetsu softly spoke only making Sekido groan in frustration. Sekido took a breath before placing his knee on your bed to grab you, picking you up from the bed and into his arms "not only haven't you eaten you also haven't took a bath in three days and washed your hair. Your curls need to be taken care of and you know that" Sekido said, carrying you to the bathroom.
"That's also not enough food for her to eat, Aizetsu!" He said while walking. "Karaku! Urogi! Go make that food y/n likes and do it now!" He yelled, and they yelled back from downstairs"yes sir!!".
In order to make sure you took a proper bath, Sekido went in with you. He's at his softest when he's alone with you and more affectionate. In the shower, no words were spoken, only the sounds of him scrubbing your body clean and his hands going to work to wash your hair. "When we're done here, I'm braiding your hair back," he said, and you only nodded your head.
After the bath and hair treatment, Sekido braids your hair. "You know I get mad when you don't take care of yourself." he looks at you in the mirror, but you look back at him in the mirror, not speaking. "You look much better now. After taking a bath and your hair looking much better. If it wasn't for me, you'd still be in that bed not caring about your physical health and appearance. " Sekido scolds you.
"I know," you gulp, trying to hold back tears. "After this, you're eating. I don't want to hear any excuses, " he said, and you nodded with tears filling your waterline. His love is tough, but you couldn't help but you couldn't hold the tears back, feeling like you're worth something knowing he's going this far for you instead of leaving you be.
Sekido finished braiding your hair and watches when your face falls into your palms to hide your crying. He leaned down to kiss your forehead and placed his hand in your cheek, making your head rest on his hip. "You're beautiful. It's going to be fine, so stop the crying. It pissed me off to include the others, but we are here to take care of you. You're our favorite human, after all, so be proud of that, " he said, rubbing his thumb on your cheekbone.
Once you and Sekido came out of the bathroom, Aizetsu was sitting on the floor outside with tears and your bonnet in his hand. He quickly got up and hugged you. "i heard you crying in there," he said and cups your cheek with tears rolling down his face. "How sad. Dont worry, my love, it's going to be ok, " he said about to give you a kiss, but Sekido puts his entire hand on his face, shoving him back, almost breaking the wall.
"Fuck off!" He said, stomping to Aizetsu with his teeth clenched in anger and ripping your bonnet from his hand. Sekido took a deep breath and headed back to you and then put your bonnet on your head himself and grabbed your hand to take you down stairs "but what about Aizetsu?" Yku look back worried. "Get up and get the fuck down here!" Sekido yelled.
"Y/n! You're out the bath!" Urogi cheerfully said with a big grin, pushing Sekido out the way to hug you. "Just in time. We made your favorite food. " Karaku came to you, almost skipping and hugging you on the other side. You felt Sekido about to lose his mind but only turned his back towards them.
You smiled and closed your eyes in their hug, but you couldn't help your face from screwing up when you smelled what they were cooking for you. "Um... what did you guys make exactly? " you said. By this time, Aizetsu came down the steps and looked at Urogi and Karaku, just as curious as you.
"We told you. We made your favorite food!" Urogi said and randomly licked your cheek, making you eek out. "We made two separate dishes, so show yours first, Urogi. Gotta save the best for last, " Karaku said, grinning at his own words. "It's kinda werid looking, but I guess that's just human food!" Urogi brought the pot of food showing you what he cooked.
You gagged and quickly covered your mouth and nose. "What is that!?" You said, and Aizetsu pulling you back from the pot Urogi is holding to your face. "I think it's called soup!. I made it a few days ago but turned like this. Do you like it?" Urogi giggled, having a genuine smile on his face, and you couldn't bring yourself to tell him it's gone bad, but you also couldn't eat it.
Sekido snarls, looking at the pot of "food," and was glad Karaku pushed Urogi out the way. "Ok, Urogi showed you what he cooked now. Look at what I cooked for you." Karaku opens the oven and pulls out a tray only for you to squeal from what he made. "You said you like chicken and seafood. So why not columbine it?" Karaku snickers.
At this point, Sekido grabs your shoulder, taking a big step back with Aizetsu to take you away from the fold. "Um, Karaku... did you clean it? Or season it?" You asked softly."I was supposed to clean it? I just skinned the chicken alive and then threw it in the oven, " he said, which made you even more scared of the food.
"Enough! You idiots had one job! ONE JOB!" Sekido yells, grabbing both their faces with their hands. Karaku and Urogi try to fight back as the three argue and scream over what to feed you. "I hate yelling.." Aizetsu said and gently grabs your shoulders. "If the yelling is too much, we can just go back upstairs... the food i have for you is still there"
Your eyes light up from the site. Aizetsu looked at you curiously when you giggled, and then your giggle turned into a full laugh, making the demons stop their arguing to look at you. "Thank you, Urogi and Karaku. I can't eat this since it would probably unset my stomach, but I'm glad you did this for me," you smiled, making Karaku and Urogi stare at you in awe.
The front door handle twists, and you, as well as the other clones, turn your head when the floor opens. "I'm home." Zohakuten said, coming in the house holding a bag in his arms. "Were have you been you damned brat. I can't take my eye off you for a second. What's that in the bag anyway?" Sekido asked.
"Well, y/n wasn't eating because she's upset, right?" Zohakuten didn't understand the situation as much as the others did. He never experienced depression but all he could comprehend is what you're not doing ok and his favorite human, whom he saw as his big sister needed some help.
You held back a giggle as you watched the small demon child hold the bag carefully and jump on the chair to place to bag on the table and carefully take out the food. "When I heard Urogi and Karaku were making y/n food, I hated the idea of y/n dying, so" he said, placing the sushi and a bottle of alcohol for you on the table for you "I got what I needed from some village" he said implying he threatened them.
"WHAT!? Say that again you little fucker! And why do you have alcohol for y/n!?" Karaku yelled. Zohakuten raised his eye brow "is this not soda?" He shakes the bottle, showing the bubbles forming through the glass. You chuckle and shake your head at his innocent thought.
"My cooking wouldn't have killed her! You probably picked your damn nose and put it in the sushi because kids do that nasty shit! That's gonna make her sick!" Urogi yelled, even making an angry bird sound.
"Nice, come back," Zohakuten sarcastically said and jumped down from the chair. "Every living this needs to eat. Especially humans I hate when humans can't follow those simple rules," Zohakuten looks at you and points to the chair indicating you should sit and eat.
"Thank you so much guys". You hugged Aizetsu again, and he hugged you back tightly. Then you hug Sekido, who wanted to push you off him for showing this affection in front of his brothers, but he just hugs you back.
"Me next!" Karaku skips to you happily and picks you up and hugging you tightly and spinned you around. Karaku put you down for Urogi to hug you. Urogi rubs his cheek on yours happily with his arms and wings wrapped around you into the hug.
"I feel a little better knowing I have this support." You were free from Urogi's hug. "Depression isn't easy, but at least you're up out of bed now," Aizetsu said with a soft smile on his face. You nodded your head and then sat on the chair. "And thank you, Zohakuten, for bringing me this delicious food." You smiled and tapped your lap with both hands.
Zohakuten's eyes light up and become more round and soft and couldn't help himself from running to sit on your lap. You pet his head and smiled "Unfortunately, this isn't juice, but I will save this for later. So thank you, " you gave Zohakuten a hug. You felt a cold sensation and turned to the 4 demons clones, looking angry.
"Um... what's wrong!?" You asked in fear for your life. "Why does he get this treatment?" Sekido growls in anger, almost referring to Zohakuten like a slur. "I wanna sit in your lap, too. That's not fair," Karaku said. "Me too.." Aizetsu softly spoke, agreeing with Karaku.
"You're much bigger than I am... and Zohakuten is just a child. It's easier for me to carry him. " You tried to explain, but Urogi only flaps his wings hard to blow your Bonnet off. "Stop that! You're so petty, Urogi!" You yelled until he stopped flapping his wings.
"Humph," Zohakuten crossed his arms and looked at his brothers. "Because I'm special. That's why i get to sit here" He said
"You're not," his older brothers said at once in annoyance.
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heartbroken syndrome — jeremy gilbert x reader
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content warnings and genre: swearing, mentions of death, arguing, cheating, loss — hurt/slight comfort
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synopsis: we truly never realize what we have and how good we have it until it's taken away from us
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the soft hum of the engine was a mere backdrop to the tension thickening the air inside elena's car. you could feel the palpable strain between you and jeremy, your eyes locked in a heated exchange. it had started as an innocent conversation about tyler lockwood, but it had spiraled into an argument neither of you had seen coming.
raindrops danced on the windshield, distorting the view of the dimly lit road ahead. you clenched the edge of your seat, struggling to keep your voice steady. “jeremy, you just don't understand. tyler has changed. he's apologized, and he genuinely wants me back, but you know i'd never leave you for him.”
jeremy's fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles whitening with each word you spoke. “yeah, i could tell how you're over him. laughing at his unfunny jokes and hugging him, real doozy.” the sound of jeremy's voice, laced with frustration, sent a shiver down your spine. your emotions were a storm inside you, and you couldn't let this go. “you're being unfair, jeremy. i love you, i chose you.”
the car's tires splashed through puddles on the road as the argument continued, the atmosphere growing heavier by the second. neither of you noticed how the rain had intensified, turning the streets slick and treacherous. in the heat of the moment, jeremy's eyes flickered from the road to meet yours, his frustration boiling over. “that's real sweet of you, why don't you go fuck yourself? both of you.”
those words hung in the air, a painful silence following them. then, the world seemed to slow down. the screeching of tires echoed in your ears, but it was too late. the car skidded on the wet road, losing control, and the world outside the windshield twisted and spun as the vehicle collided with something solid.
the last thing you remembered before everything faded to black was the sensation of the impact and the sound of twisting metal.
in the sterile confines of the mystic falls hospital, jeremy gilbert lay unconscious in one room, and you occupied another, separated by cold, white walls that seemed to mirror the divide that had grown between you. the accident had left both of you battered, but your unconscious state allowed your mind to wander into the depths of a dreamworld. fifteen minutes until midnight, you had been told of jeremy's condition. you grew hysterical before being sedated, six minutes after the news.
as you drifted in and out of consciousness, your dream unfurled like a tapestry of sorrow. it was a life you'd have if you and jeremy had remained broken up, a life entangled with tyler lockwood, the source of your recent argument. in this dream, you envisioned a fleeting honeymoon phase with him, the allure of his reformed self, and his charming promises of change. the early days were a whirlwind of passion and rediscovered love, much like the sweetest dreams you'd ever had.
“you are so corny,” you giggled, tyler's arms carrying you and supporting your weight in a bridal position. he grinned as you entered your newly-awaited home, door flying open. he sighed as he set you down, hands caressing your waist as he towered above you. “no deviating from the marriage playbook,” he smirked, pulling you in just a tad bit closer. “i'm doing it right this time. happy?”
you couldn't bite back your smile as he began littering kitty kisses along your neck. “ty, you've made me happy in ways i couldn't even imagine,” he couldn't help but smile at the sentiment. “now, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, would you mind pulling down my zipper with your teeth and taking me on the table?”
despite the shared laughter, it was an honor for him to oblige. “what is it with you women once you get a ring on?” you giggled at his words, placing a sweet kiss on his lips as he held you close. “all right, if you're a stickler for tradition, we could always take ir up to our bedroom.” he grinned, his eyes softening at the delicacy of your words.
“our bedroom,” he sighed a sigh of relief. “i like the sound of that.”
you had imagined that giving him a second chance would turn him into a whole different man. at least, it was something he insisted on being true from the moment he met you with jeremy that night, to the moment you got married. he had succssfully swept you off your feet but, as you would soon come to realize, not everybody was capable of change.
“wow, honey, that was fantastic.”
sweat poured from his temple as he began to catch his breath whilst tugging his boxers back on. he was vigorously panting, out of breath as he did his best to come back to his senses. it was truly the last thing you expected to see, but walking in on your husband with your co-worker was a true cliché.
“(y/n)!”
“you've got to be joking.”
life was awful, life was bleak. life came with twists and turns and forced us to succumb to our weaknesses that ate us alive. some people were capable of change, while others failed to let go of the things they were used to—old habits truly did die hard. tyler had made a fool out of you, in your own bed. it was a force of habit that he hadn't intended on kicking anytime soon, but strung you along despite everything. there was one thing he was crystal clear about.
“you thought you could turn me into your personal lapdog, just like you did with jeremy. i haven't done a thing to you that you hadn't done to him.”
“get out of my house.”
like a nightmarish premonition, your dream began to darken. the trust you had placed in tyler shattered as you imagined his return to his old ways. the wounds of his past betrayal seeped into your imaginary world. he cheated on you again, leaving you heartbroken, and you clung to the hope that you could change him. yet, in your dream, your efforts were in vain. tyler eventually did walk away, leaving you behind with a broken heart and shattered dreams.
the dream didn't stop there; it mercilessly delved deeper into the desolation of a life without jeremy. you pictured him living alone, with only a housekeeper for company. seven long years after your breakup, you imagined a phone call that shattered your heart anew. it was jeremy's housekeeper, her voice filled with sorrow, informing you of his sudden passing from a heart attack.
“i didn't know who else to call,” her voice echoed as she led you through the entrance and into the quiet, empty and soulless house jeremy had spent the last seven years in. “you were his emergency contact.”
you crossed your arms over your chest, your heart sinking as the familiar scent filled your nose. it was his scent. “i'm just a little surprised,” your voice remained steady, hanging by a thread. “jeremy and i haven't spoken in nearly eight years. are you sure there wasn't someone else in his life, a girlfriend, perhaps?”
“never saw one,” she offered you a smile, eyes locking with yours. “in fact, in the seven years he lived here, i never saw anybody visit him at all.”
you could feel your heart shatter and sink to the pits of your stomach as you tried to find the right words, eyes scanning the unfamiliar room. “where did you find him?” his housekeeper ran a hand through her hair, as if stressed. “in the bed,” she gestured towards the bed that remained right across from the kitchen. “paramedics said it was a heart attack, he'd been there two days. can you imagine? just like that, you're gone and no one notices.”
this time, you couldn't find the right words. not while analyzing how the sheets were tucked into the corners and how the pillows were ruffled, blankets folded on the foot of the bed. it was as if nothing had happened. right across from the bed, there was a nightstand. one that was decorated, pictures littering the flat surface. all pictures of you, many of them. pictures of you and him, all carrying nothing but bittersweet memories. your breath hitched in your throat once you had noticed the lack of dust—all these years, he had been taking care of them.
“you know, he spoke about you constantly,” the same voice began once more, standing behind you as your fingertips grazed the many frames of the photos, tears threatening to spill from your eyes at any second. “it was always “(y/n) this, (y/n) that,” almost as if he had died of—” she had paused for a second, once you had returned her gaze, noticing the way you couldn't hold your tears back.
“of what?”
“like he died of a broken heart.”
when you finally awoke from this agonizing dream, your heart ached with a profound sense of loss and regret. you realized that your nightmare had been a cruel mirror, showing you the bleakness of a life without jeremy. determination filled you as you decided that you needed to mend what had been broken, to reconnect with him, and to make amends.
however, as you sought to repair the rift between you and jeremy, you were met with devastating news.
“miss (l/n),” you had stirred awake, startled at the unfamiliar voice of the doctor as the sedatives had finally passed through your system. “i just wanted to tell you that your boyfriend is out of danger.”
you could only nod, relief flooding your system as his words slowly began to wake you up from your awful slumber. “but there were some complications.” relief slowly began to develop, forming a bundle of anxiety as the doctor looked down at you, pity evident under his stone cold gaze. “what kind of complications?” your throst was thick with worry, and only second later, you wished you had never asked that question. you wished you could take everything that happened back. but you couldn't. damage had been done, not only to his spinal column, but to everybody's lives collectively.
“there's a good chance your boyfriend is paralyzed.”
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[ denouement ] itoshi rin
♡ contains: 717 words. angst, breakup
♡ summary: it's foolish to think that everything could last because everything has an end, just like your relationship with rin.
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your relationship with rin hasn't always been this frustrating.
it wasn't always shrouded with anger, silence, indifference, exhaustion–it wasn't like an abandoned home. the relationship you had before reminds you of a glasshouse, filled with delicate flowers, lively trees, embellished with such fancy decorations.
but the longer you stare, at him, at the house you shared, the harder it is to find that very glasshouse.
at times, you feel like the center of everyone's attention, compliments were thrown from all directions, a paragon of a picture perfect couple that could withstand even the deadliest of calamity.
and naively, you believe them. you believe that in every argument, a little comfort could mend it. in every misunderstanding, an apology could fix it. and in every agonizing word, swallowing it would be the best possible solution.
there were moments you couldn't forget, times where rin would show you just how much he loves you. greets you when he gets home, places a loving kiss on your lips as he bids you goodbye, whispers sweet words of confession as he drifts off to sleep—but it all crumbles, lost within the pits of the past.
as the relationship gradually reaches its ending, you could feel the change in his aura.
his usual affectionate demeanor was nowhere to be seen, morphed into something aching to an uncaring stranger. the warmth in his embrace disappeared, it feels like the gush of wind during the winter season, cold, frigid.
the sparks in his eyes that used to be blooming with love and delight were gone, no matter how long you search for it, it's futile—he's already gone, the rin you used to love is gone.
the delicate glasshouse you used to cherish becomes old, rundown, filled with pests and withering plants—a sign that it's insoluble. still, you hold on to its entrance, you hold on to rin’s heart despite seeing the obvious look on his face.
your heart pounds; in anger, sorrow, desperation, eyes fixated on his figure. you watched with glassy eyes as his jaw clenched, one hand massaging his temples—it's a look that he's about to lose every single fiber of his patience, with this relationship, with you. at this point you should've been quiet.
“what happened? why did you change rin?”
but the words just easily slipped out of your lips, wanting to break free and be answered. the question lingers in the air, and with every passing second it makes you regret even asking him, it becomes much worse the moment you search for his reaction, his response.
“i fell out of love” it stings, like acid permeating your skin. “I just- I don't know, it's just one day I realized that I'm not in love with you like I used to.” it becomes more unbearable with every syllable he speaks.
it's difficult to remain standing at this point, like your knees would give up any second, but it's even harder to look at the face of the man you love with all of your heart. you turned your back, swallowing the excruciating lump in your throat before you spoke up one last time.
“let’s break up” rin freezes in his spot, lets you leave the apartment, lets you leave the glasshouse that was once your relationship, it was the last thing you saw, a lukewarm expression–something that didn't surprise you.
you would've told him a lot of things, cursed him to satiate your anger, asked him for explanations but you couldn't, you don't want to. it's not like asking him would change anything; it's not like his answers could fix your already broken relationship.
escaping from this heartbreaking situation is the only option you have.
the outdoor breeze didn't faze you, not when the only thing you could register is the shattering of your heart, the moments during the breakup replaying in your mind and the tears that cascaded in your cheeks as you trudge your feet further away from the house you both shared.
you were wrong to think that the love he has for you would remain for the longest of time, to think that your relationship is as resilient as they make it out to be.
because now, like how the glasshouse you used to treasure crumbles, your relationship with rin, has finally reached its ending.
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The triad, part 1
Fandom: House of the Dragon
Pairing: Aemond x Fem!reader, Aegon x Fem!Reader (possible)
Summary: You are Aegon's twin but, despite the fact that you're five minutes older, he's still a main heir. Your ability to have visions is much stronger than Helaena's and that gives you a chance to actually see what happens with Targaryens in the future. That's why you decide to take everything in your hands so you can survive and succeed, especially with some help from your brothers.
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Part 2
Boys will always be boys. Your mother repeated the phrase so often, using it as a simple explanation for all Aegon's and Aemond's behavior, that you remembered it like a mantra. Like a commandment that cannot be broken or challenged. What seemed like a mere excuse for a child began to make sense as you grew older. You float somewhere between worlds all the time, lost in the boundaries of dreams and reality, but still manage to notice the important things around.
People say that everyone's personality traits form in childhood and are also determined by the upbringing and the environment you grew up in. Hardly any of of you had even the slightest chance of becoming someone normal. Usual. You know that this is what Aegon asks of the seven gods on those nights when even alchohol doesn't save him from the bitter realization of his plight. Things would have been so much simpler if all of you had been born into the family of some merchant. But you were destined for something else - something far greater.
Viserys often mentions his dreams. He wants to believe that he has some kind of power that will give him support and way to believe in what is right and what is wrong. Helaena doubts that your father is really capable of seeing anything, but she doesn't question that both of you really have some power to make prophecies. Sometimes the words come to her on their own. They roll around on the tip of her tongue, waiting to slip out at the most inappropriate moment and become the property of a public that will never be able to recognize anything meaningful in them.
But it's quite different with you. More often your visions have a picture and a sound, they are like dreams - so real that you cannot always tell whether you are observing the past or the future or just dreaming something that is never destined to come true. The line is so thin that every time you wake up, you feel a ghostly frustration mixed with hope. Like a flock of goosebumps along your spine, settling in your chest with an unpleasant heavy lump. Sometimes you see things that make you want to clamp your mouth shut to keep you from screaming in genuine horror.
Someone else's memories appear in front of you like an open book, and someone else's sorrows and joys are experienced so acutely and vividly that you feel every death and every birth as your own. On rare nights you actually scream. You crumple the sheets with your thin, icy fingers and scream, staring into the pitch black of the canopy. When your emotions begin to run high, creating a kind of vacuum that squeezes your in space, seeking to crush you completely, you know you must wake up. Your body gives you the command, reminding you that you have a power over this cursed gift.
But trying to get out of the nightmare is like trying to swim out of a swamp. The sticky, murky mire pulls you deeper with every effort. And then you raise your voice some more in a presumptuous attempt to reach out to someone. To get help. To not be alone. To not be caught in the snare of fear for good. Your cry goes through the stone walls of the castle so freely, as if a flimsy piece of wood were a barrier - and Aemond hears your first, since your rooms are the only ones in this wing. He always comes, justifying himself that there is a real reason.
Aemond is attentive to everything and remembers every detail with the pedantry of a bloodhound - Otto jokes that in the future he will have a seat in the Little Council. He responds to his grandfather's offer with the arrogance inherent as every true Targaryen, demanding in advance a position for himself that has not even been offered to him yet. Aemond could compile an impressive dossier on everyone in this castle, but the folder with his oldest sister's name would still be the most voluminous.
He knows every detail about you better than anyone else. You like everything to be on certain places in your room. You like watching the sunset near your dragon. You like being the only one who can say a word and make Aegon listen, at least for a while. Amond thinks there is a certain form of control that you adore, but when he tries to talk to you about it, you only shrugs with words about how everything in life is tied up with control. Somewhere you get it, somewhere you give it away. There's only a few of years difference between you two, but Aemond looks at his sister with pure awe, utterly fascinated by you to the core and so lets any words about your madness pass him by.
When he comes to you at night to cautiously lie down beside you and take your hand unbeknownst to him, muttering aloud who he is and where you are to calm you down, he does not think at all that your mind is at the mercy of some disease, as your mother thinks. He likes to be near you, to see the real you - without that fake, empty smile, that always sticks to your lips as soon as you leave your chamber. He appreciates every moment spent together immensely.
He also likes to listen. To catch the shimmering intonations in your voice as he asks about your dreams. As a child, he marveled at how much you and Helaena can make things up, but later he accepted that some of your visions do have a connection to reality, as Viserys keeps saying. Sometimes, when the weather changes make his scars especially aching and sensitive, Aemond thinks about how he should have listened to you sooner. Maybe then he wouldn't have lost his eye so stupidly.
When he shares his regrets with Heleina, all he gets in return is a soft smile and a light kiss very close to the edge of the lumpy scar. You add to this some wise words to comfort him a bit. "Some things are irreversible. No matter how you run from them, they still happen. You got the dragon, isn't that enough? Other times you wouldn't have had even that." Aemond wants to ask a host of new questions, about the other times, for example, but his skills of observation are enough to catch the mute warning in your eyes.
He twitches the corners of his lips in agreement and doesn't argue, only holds out his hand, waiting for you to touch him first. Alicent sometimes reproaches him for being cold and distant, but it is always different with you, so every tactile contact becomes especially important and can replace hours of heated discussion. Aemond appreciates the boundaries you sets for him - they are much closer than the ones you has for everyone else. It makes him feel truly special.
A warm feeling dances somewhere beneath his ribs, causing him to instinctively smile proudly every time he notices you flinch and seek to escape the unexpected touch of his mother or Aegon. There is never any such thing with him. You doesn't question it but you recognize as well that the bond with him is far stronger than with the others at court. Aegon is your twin, for example, but most of the time both of you can barely be in one room without starting a fight within a few minutes.
Your visions make it difficult for you to keep your boundaries and trace back to when your story with Aemond began. Did you grow attached to him since childhood and fall in love more after he lost an eye in that fight? Or did you have feelings for that grown-up Aemond you'd seen in your dreams since you were twelve so you absorbed his affection and warmth, and then all you had to do was to wait for him to grow into who he was meant to be with your help?
You take this course of events as a natural progression. The attachment grows stronger day by day, and you are increasingly drawn to the fact that Aemond himself reaches out to you and stays close to you even when he has already learned to wear his armor as second skin When he keeps his distance from everyone around him, he becomes increasingly cold and withdrawn. You think that the black hole of the castle consumes him as well, but rejoice when you see that your brother is still capable of affectionate smiles and sincere interest.
It is enough for you to see what Aegon is turning into. You were never close, not even as children. He always preferred to hang around mother or find company among the children of the other lords at court. Aegon liked other people's attention, he was quite easygoing, but even as a child he felt something special about you. He had once said that you had grown-up eyes. Alicent brushed it off with a chuckle, but Aegon remembered and still holds that opinion. Your eyes are empty. Dead. As if you are always somewhere else, remaining around only as a physical shell.
Aegon sees your emptiness even now, when your mother solemnly announces the date of your imminent engagement in the middle of breakfast. He doesn't like it at all. He knows the Targaryens' long tradition of marrying their own sisters, but he is disgusted by the very thought of it. He doesn't see you as a normal girl, so he feels sorry for himself in advance in this planned marriage and goes so deep into these thoughts that he doesn't feel Aemond's sharp, piercing gaze, full of envy that only he alone can understand. Nor does he miss you leaning toward his ear, interjecting your into your mother's idle dreams of a lavish wedding.
— I will love you if you try to do the same for me.
Your whisper pulls Aegon back to reality and acts like ice water, so he blinks twice because he finally sees you. Looking straight at him, not through, as usual. Burning with such determination, as if the fate of all humanity depended on it. Or at least the fate of some Targaryens.
Part 2
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𝓜𝔂 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮
Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon (Strong) Reader
Request: „Could you do one where the reader is Rhaenyra daughter and is in a relationship with Aegon‟
A/N: This fic consists of two requests from @rachelcarroll1819 and @afro-hispwriter. But I hope you all gonna like it. It contains smut, so please be aware of that and don't read it if you're minor.
English is not my native language , be aware of mistakes.
It all started with a look ,when their eyes met that fateful night.
Aegon never paid attention to her, never looked at her, never asked for her, but when her hand was offered to him, many things changed for him and for Y/n Velaryon, who stole the prince's heart without even knowing it.
When her grandfather took her away from her beloved mother's embrace, life of the dark-haired girl turned into a lonely and painful journey. She was condemned to live away from her family, and to function among the shadows that terrified her just as much, no matter how many years she spent in the castle.
Rhaenyra's brother had never felt so many emotions as when Y/n entered his life.
His nervousness and frustration quickly turned into desperation and misery. From having sex with women who reminded him of his wife to watching her every day and night.
Nothing could soothe his thirst for the dark-haired girl slipping out of his hands every time he so persistently tried to reach her.
It caused Aegon to see so many things that once did not matter to him. The way her eyes were like liquid honey when the sun shone on them, the way barely noticeable dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth with every smile, how her brown locks shone and how soft they were. Or how much she loved Valyrian culture while talking to her brother mainly in the language of their ancestors, which hurt his heart even more deeply , because he was not the recipient of her affection.
Eventually his despair reached its zenith. The man could no longer hide his feelings behind a mask of indifference, he couldn't drown his sorrows in alcohol, which he was no longer able to drink, because of the princess who despised it.
He had to throw away everything that weighed on his heart, he couldn't stand the loneliness and cold anymore. Y/n had to love him, she had to.
A young woman was standing on the balcony, staring at the dark sky when she heard the door open. Her eyes closed for a moment, preparing to meet her husband.
Her uncle, despite the passage of years, still made her uneasy, even though her heart beat involuntarily faster and harder at the sight of him, as if contradicting her feelings towards him.
-Husband- the girl said in a soft and sweet voice as she entered their bedroom.
Aegon didn't answer, so Y/n looked at him, and seeing a pair of eyes full of pain and sorrow, she frowned, worried. After a while the man was in front of her. Falling to his knees, he hugged her abdomen, pressing his face into her white sleeping gown.
The brunette involuntarily placed her hands on Targaryen's head, stroking his silver strands.
-I know I was never the man that the kingdom or my parents expected of me, but I was hoping to be the man you were expecting. But you, who I care about the most, pushed me away and I understand. I will never deserve you - confessed the violet-eyed man, still hidden in the fabric of her clothes - Still , I want you to know that I love you—deeply, endlessly. If you walked away from me today, I would love you still. I will love you forever, Y/n.
-Aegon- his niece whispered in disbelief.
The man stood up, now facing his wife, who was looking at him with a storm of feelings hidden behind dark eyes.
-Y/n I wasn't lying when I said I love you. I am ready to burn this world for you if you want it - the white-haired man said desperately.
-That's what I'm afraid of - said the princess, before she put her arms around his neck.
Looking deeply into his eyes, she was looking for something, a lie, maybe a fraud? Instead, she saw a truth that she had denied for many nights.
Stroking his mouth with hers, she grasped his lower lip, sucking it gently before she pulled away from him so that she could see his eyes.
Her uncle was already staring at her face, having a silent conversation with her, looking for what the young woman had been trying to find before, but he quickly stopped pushing her against a nearby wall, immediately attacking her soft lips, which made him addicted with every passing second. (gif)
Velaryon girl unexpectedly ran away from his intense caresses, making him follow her with his eyes and hands, trying to grab her body, not letting her escape again.
In response, she grabbed his larger hand. However, she did not stop walking, now looking at her husband who followed her obediently, ready to worship the land she walked on.
-I want you to show the whole world that I only belong to you, Aegon- the brunette said, and seeing where the woman was leading him, his thirst almost exploded.
-Y/n- the blonde whispered in her mouth, running his hands over her body, having the need to feel her in any way- Allow me.
He wanted this ,to take care of her, to heal her lonely soul, to ensure she was well. He could not explain why, but the part of him that desired this, it was primal.
-I'm all yours - replied the princess, feeling all the pieces finally fall into place.
Her uncle placed wet and tender kisses on every naked strip of her skin he could make out. In response, she slowly stepped back, needing a place to hold her body trembling with pleasure.
When Y/n felt the stone frame of the balcony railing under her fingers, she leaned against it with her other hand, while holding the prince's neck to be as close as possible to him.
Her body arched when Aegon's knee slid between her thighs, teasing her womanhood as he marked her neck at the same time.
-I won't let you hide your body from me - man muttered, biting her lip before he pulled away, rolling up the fabric of her night gown, sensually taking it off her.
-Aegon - the princess whimpered, the cold of the night began to envelop her body, and she needed Targaryen's warm touch in front of her.
-You are a goddess - said the violet-eyed prince, touching her naked hips, belly and firm breasts with impunity - I want to worship you - he announced.
Y/n did not have time to formulate the answer as her husband clung to her, marking his way with kisses. He wandered around her shoulders, through the valley between her breasts, which he gave special attention, brushing down her belly button to stop in a place that was intended only and exclusively for her lover.
Her femininity, wet and glistening, cried out to him, and he was not about to avert any plea, clinging to her clitoris, sucking it extremely gently and slowly, savoring every groan, gasp, and whimper that left her brown-haired niece's mouth.
The young woman had nothing left but to accept everything her uncle gave her. She wrapped her arms and legs around the dragon's body, as it feasted between her legs, hungry, devouring all that her flower of femininity was giving him.
When Aegon put two fingers inside her, the girl couldn’t stand it, screaming in the ecstasy that had seized her body. Feeling soft , velvet walls of Y/n clamping on him, making him barely able to move them, he growled softly. His manhood started aching more and more, and the beauty in front of him was not helping him to keep the last vestiges of self-control.
As he stood up, the man's lips rediscovered those of his wife, who was desperately trying to remove the clothes he had helped to get rid of, occasionally kissing sloppy his niece's swollen lips. As the last layer of clothing fell to the ground, the man gripped her hips in a possessive grip, pulling her close to his body so that there was no gap between them.
-My beautiful wife- said the white-haired man, smiling, finally feeling happiness in the depths of his heart- Mine to love, mine to please ... and mine to ruin- he added before he entered her in one sure movement.
The princess moaned as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Hiding her face in the hollow of his neck, she whimpered and panted, feeling her husband pushing her insides for the first time, kissing her cervix with his member, which gave her incredible pleasure and pain that only increased her desire.
Aegon tried to be tender and slow, but the nails digging into his back, the sweet moans against his ear and the warmth of his wife's body made him quickly change his tone to brutal, using her trembling body to his liking.
-My beloved - Velaryon girl moaned, feeling the recently discovered warmth begin to intensify in her lower abdomen, forming a knot ready to burst at any moment.
-Tell me you're mine - Targaryen growled, hiting in her harder, making her feel as if his manhood was deep in her belly.
-I'm yours, I'm yours, only yours! - Y/n announced, grabbing his wavy curls, squeezing them as an electrifying sensation passed through her body, making her nearly blind from pleasure.
-Again- he demanded, attacking her neck.
-I'm yours - she repeated, joining their foreheads together.
Yours.
Yours.
Yours.
Suddenly the knot in her abdomen snapped, flooding her body with an eerie sensation that tickled her body down to the tips of her fingers. Aegon, pulled her even closer, though it was no longer physically possible, groaning against her skin with the delight he felt at that moment, it was better than anything in his life.
-I love you Y/n - her uncle unexpectedly confessed, so softly and fearfully that she almost didn't heard him.
-And I love you - she replied warmly, rubbing his nose with hers.
-Ñuha ābrazȳrys (my wife)- he muttered fondly.
-Ñuha valzȳrys (my husband) - she replied, smiling gently.
She found herself looking at him , as he was looking at her all this times before. At the way his muscles rose to the surface of his skin, at the shadow of stubble gracing his jaw, the full curve of his lips. He was impossibly handsome, unimaginably powerful in her eyes, and he belonged to her.
He became hers and she was finally his, from this day, until the end of their days.
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destined by a contract | l.jn. (t)
— pairing: lee jeno x fem!reader
[ft. lee donghyuck and na jaemin]
— genre: arranged marriage au, rivals to lovers, past academic rivals, slow burn, angst, fluff, a bit of unrequited love.
— warning: suggestive, cursing, drinking away all sorrows, more warnings in the full fic.
— wc (t): 718
— summary: a dying father's wish pushed you down to the well of dating life, which made you enter into a new wonderland of a contract marriage with someone that has a long-running rivalry with you.
— notes: wow. hello there, uhhh it's been a while since I've been here and idk what to say or do anything rn. But, this fic idea churned in my head after watching a business proposal and I remembered that I used to write, surprisingly. So, I hope I can fully finish this within a short duration and, honestly, great to be back, missed this place a ton!!
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"This screams desperation."
Your eyes were exposed, filled with plead and desperation despite your face trying to hide it.
Yes, this was the best solution.
You are just re-affirming the statement again and again, convincing this is right. You then close your eyes, just wanting his amused gaze to be gone from your vision. This tops the list of the most embarrassing things that ever occurred in your life, even higher than the time you asked a lady her due date when she was not even pregnant. Your intertwined hands grew tighter as the clock ticked by, just wanting a response from him.
"Did anyone else get this request or was I just the perfect candidate for you?" He spoke. This whole scenario suddenly hits you with a feeling of deja vu. He spoke the exact words when you always wanted to pair with him during any project work.
There was always the same intention whenever this happened— wanting to be closer to him.
Well not in the usual way but in the way that friends should be kept close, but your enemies closer. You were interested in how he dealt with academics, was he calm and collected, an extreme genius that he didn't even need to study and just read the material two days before an exam or was he the frustrated and angry kid, forcing himself to get everything right along the way or anything else?
A laugh escaped from your lips which responded to a confused-looking man in front of you. You finally opened your eyes and your hands felt light again as the air passed through.
It was always the same response, every time he asked. "Don't flatter yourself Lee Jeno, you remind me of myself, if I just made the worst choices." His expression shifts as he moves closer to you, and a smirk emerges from his lips. You feel his hands just inches away from yours. "Considering what just happened five minutes ago, do you think that statement of yours still applies?"
His eyes stared into yours, you felt him looking at you with concentration, maybe wanting to get a read of what you were feeling currently. And to be honest, you didn't know if this was the best choice, or was it the best one and your pride seemed to hinder the actual statistics. But you always were known to look before you leap. Despite your emotions hating every nerve you took to decide upon this, logically this ticked all your mental points. You didn't dare show any hint of reluctance upon your decision, you never wanted to give a chance that he may ever win, everything always went to your plan and not even something as life-changing as this would fuck up any of the plans you made for it.
"I look before I leap you know, and considering this seems to be a churning well of hell, if jumping right into it is the best decision, I would absolutely do that and still make myself be on top." You looked at him, confident with your own words. His eyes still linger around, wanting to see any weak point he can hit but with no avail he pulls himself back to his former stance.
"The immediate switch you have always surprised me when we both were students and safe to say, it still does." You bore no expression, even if this information was unexpected from him. You see his secretary walking slowly towards the table. Jeno stood up from his chair, giving a nod to the older male beside him. "I'll think about it. But considering our history, I'm sure you already know what that means." And with his business smile as a sign of goodbye, he made his way towards whatever business he had to attend to.
You knew exactly what he meant, he started to plan out something, which meant he already agreed upon it. You swished the cold drink with your straw as you pondered upon your thoughts.
You always ignored that certain emotion whenever you were with him. Was it the feeling of excitement, or entertainment? Whatever it was, you didn't realise your soul was craving it more than you would like to acknowledge it.
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Seems like you didn't pay the wheel
ANGST IS UPON US MUAHAHA...
And no, not just any angst...
We're going Zombie Apocalypse angst.
Daily Hobie HC!
Imagine if Hobie got bit.
I feel like he'd definitely hide it from you, just wanting to spend his last days with you in peace before the infection takes over, and he has to leave you to fend for yourself.
Color day by day slowly drains from his face. You're worried, especially how every time you came back from a patrol, he's immediately got his arms around you, kissing every inch of your face like it's his last day.
If only you knew.
That stopped a week ago. Now, he looks tired, his eyes sunken. He's isolating himself from you, despite you two living in his boathouse/the bunker. The only time he ever 'sleeps' is when you're out, and if you try to cuddle with him, Hobie leaves.
He knows it hurts you.
It hurts him too, seeing you so upset. But..he just wants to see your face until he goes.
He can't be near you, otherwise the urges to bite and infect you will start to act up, so instead he just watches afar as you slowly break because of him.
It's all his fault. But the last thing he wants to see before his memory goes is your face. He wants the last thing he remembers is your heartbroken expression because he deserves it. He deserves to watch you suffer.
He deserves to know that he's the cause of your heartbreak. Your grief. Your sorrow. Your frustrations, anger, all of it. He deserves to know that he stripped all your happiness away.
Because he let you suffer.
He doesn't want to hurt you, or tell you. He doesn't want you to worry about him, and so, Hobie lets you down slowly.
The week you find out, is the week he never comes back, leaving you heartbroken and wondering, until you're on patrol, killing zombies...you can see a zombie with messy wicks and piercings and..It's Hobie.
He doesn't remember you at all, more intent on biting that sweet flesh of yours, making you one of the zombies. To kill you.
You call out his name, trying to get him back into his senses. He's still newly, fully zombi-fied..so maybe you have a chance.
Unfortunately, you end up with no choice but killing him, and the rest of the horde. Once the massacre is over, you run over to Hobie's corpse, falling to your knees, gloved hands touching his rotting skin. You can't believe that this happened.
Maybe everyone else was right.
Two people surviving in an apocalypse only exists in fairytales.
- 🐦⬛
NOOOOO THE WHEEL HAS BETRAYED ME 😭
DAILY HOBIE HC!!!
Why u hurt me? Why u gotta hurt me, 🐦⬛anon? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 My heart was hurting the entire time i was reading this 😭😭😭
This was so good tho like him savouring all the time he has with you even if it kills him and even if you can see him hurting 😭 and then he leaves and everything clicks in place and now you're trying to find him or whatever semblance your Hobie still has in the rotting shambling body that lunges at you 😭😭😭 and what if you just let him bite you? What If you just give up? Because what's the point of surviving when he's not there to help pick up the pieces of yourself and you're not there to do the same for him? When he sinks his teeth in you, you smile instead of sobbing because at least now you're still together, even though you're both husks of what you used to be
(you've convinced me, send me a request for zombie au pls! (Except for angst bc the angst machine in my head is currently not working and all it wants is fluff and action lol))
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