Work Wife Part One

pt. 2 for my childe x reader <33

With every passing moment, I surprise myself.

"Y/NN!!" Someone shouts in the distance. You look behind to see Childe running towards you with the biggest smile plastered on his face.

'How did I fall in love with him again?'

I'm scared of flies, I'm scared of guys someone please help.

The harbinger was drowned with work, yet when one of his agents announced to him that you were coming this day, he was overjoyed.

His whole mood changes when you have walked into his office, which surprised you since you forgot once again why you had liked him and because of that you almost followed the fatui agent outside.

Cause I think I've fallen in love this time , I blinked and suddenly I had a valentine.

"Childe.. You didn't have to, really." You scolded him for giving you too many expensive gifts in a whole day and that he should also think of rewarding himself. Yet he ignored your scoldings and kept giving them to you anyway.

"Happy anniversary my love." He kisses your cheek, you both have been dating for a year now, and you still turn red whenever he kisses you.

"Happy anniversary Ajax."

BY THE SEA, SATOSUGU

you and your two husbands decided to retire from the jujutsu world together and live by the beach, with your family. [ always the bridesmaids never the bride alternative ending ]

⠀ ⠀⠀You heard about what happened to one of your lovers, Geto Suguru — what he did to the villagers, how he killed them en masse. You don't believe what Yaga says, you don't believe what the higher-ups scream at you — saying that the current Geto Suguru is a criminal and a murderer. You covered your ears so tightly that you didn't hear anything — not even Satoru's cries every night in the silence of the night.

⠀ ⠀⠀You ran, kept running and running, carrying your feet to Suguru. You have to see him, you have to hear everything from him. He should say that everything was just a misunderstanding and he didn't do anything and looking at you with his purple eyes, he should tell you that everything was just a misunderstanding — you hope. You keep running no matter your heart starts to deflate and constrict, you can't stop running, too afraid that if you stop then everything will come true. You don't care about the heat of the sun piercing your skin.

⠀ ⠀⠀You arrive at a temple that is familiar to you. Seeing the building makes it even more impossible to breathe. You pushed open the large wooden door with force. Your steps stopped when you saw a black-haired man standing not far from you with a gojo-kesa covering his tall body. You'd recognize that back anywhere, you'd recognize his scent anywhere.

⠀ ⠀⠀ Geto Suguru.

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru turned around and he smiled when his eyes caught your figure. He smiled warmly until his eyes formed a thin curve. He opened his arms wide, welcoming you with all his heart. You didn't have a second thought to run up to him and jump into his arms— so hard that his body stumbled back a little and like honey, he chuckled sweetly. “Easy there, princess,” he whispered into your hair, so very softly. One hand hugged your back while the other stroked your hair.

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru closed his eyes and took a deep breath— trying to fill his lungs with your scent. Maybe this was the last time he could hold you this close, he knew. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, pressing his nose there. He feels short of breath, but he feels like he still has to breathe, keep taking in breaths until all he can think about is your scent, you. He forced his body to remember your smell, every inch of his body, so he wouldn't forget. Hopefully, if he doesn't have you by his side anymore, he can still feel your scent, he has to remember your scent. So that he is fine being away from you. So that he doesn't run towards you when he feels he can no longer smell your scent.

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru pulled his face away from you as he listened to the sad sounds that came out of your sweet mouth. Your stomach and his stomach were still touching beneath the cloth you were wearing when he lifted your lowered face— too sad to look at him. Suguru looked at your face and he realized a few things. He could see the eye bags hanging ugly under your beautiful eyes, there were slight wrinkles on your forehead, and you looked very, very tired. And he couldn't deny your rosy cheeks were wet with tears that didn't seem to stop.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Oh, my love,” he whispered.

⠀ ⠀⠀He felt his heart break when he saw you pull your lips straight, letting out a sob that was forcing its way out, for him to hear. Suguru stroked your wet cheeks with his thumb. “You left, I — I was gone for one day and.. and you're not there, you— why?— how?” you stammered, still reluctant to look at the man in front of you. Suguru chuckled, he couldn't help it, you looked so cute right now. Hearing the chuckle of the man in front of you made you suddenly raise your head, looking at him. “That's not funny!” you said and hit Suguru's arm which made the man laugh again.

⠀ ⠀⠀“I'm sorry, my love, you just look so cute right now,” he said, smiling and hugging you again. You hugged his waist and pressed your cheek against his chest. “They called you a criminal and you are a mass murderer who killed a whole village,” you said which made Suguru smile bitterly and sigh softly. He kissed her head for a long time before saying, “I'm sorry, my love, I'm doing a bad thing,” he said quietly. Your tears broke even more as you began to be forced to accept that everything was true and Suguru was a criminal now. So you buried your face back into his neck, crying loudly.

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru tightened his arms around your small body and pressed his cheek against your head. He lets you cry your heart out. That's all he usually does. “I'm so sorry,” Suguru whispered. It hurt him, hearing how sad your crying sounded. It made him break into pieces, knowing your heartbroken cries were now he is the cause. But again, he couldn't do anything. “Why?” You looked at him with your wet face and red eyes. Suguru cupped one of your cheeks while one of his hands still hugged your waist.

⠀ ⠀⠀“I'm sorry, my love, I just can't wear a heartfelt smile in this world, not anymore,” he said— shaking his head slowly and smiling faintly. “You don't have to, just talk to me, to Satoru, come back to us, I'll listen, we'll listen,” you say, almost pleading. “Stop this, and come back, let's run away and live together, I'll convince Satoru. Let's get out of this world, we can live at the beach house far away from here and make a family, and have cats, like you always wanted, hm?” You smiled, even though your eyes continued to shed tears. You took forceful steps to get closer as if there was some distance you still had to cover from your body which was already attached to Suguru.

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru was silent.

⠀ ⠀⠀Oh, how he always dreamed of starting a family with you and Satoru, living in a house by the beach and having several cats. He wanted it so much that his heart screamed about it. Leaving the world of Jujutsu and living as a normal person in general.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Let's live like a normal person, without curses, nothing,” you said. Your soft voice called out to him, making him flutter and he could feel the warmth slowly embracing his long-cold body. “That sounds perfect,” he whispered and smiled—a genuine smile. He grabbed both of your hands, clenching them in his fists. He kissed your hand several times with his purple eyes continuing to stare at you. Full of tenderness, full of affection.

⠀ ⠀⠀He kissed your forehead warmly, “Let's do it.”

⠀ ⠀⠀“Geto-sama..”

⠀ ⠀⠀You hear a child's voice. Turning your head to where the voice came from, you saw two little girls—one with dark brown hair with a green hoodie and the other with light brown hair with a yellow hoodie, they had short hair in the same style. When you saw the two little children you realized something, they were the little children your lover saved— Mimiko and Nanako Hasaba. You turned your gaze to Suguru who was already looking at you with a small smile. “Are they..?” Suguru nodded.

⠀ ⠀⠀You let go of your arms around Suguru's neck and stepped over to the two little girls. They seemed hesitant when you stepped forward, as they looked at Suguru as if asking for reassurance, to which the black-haired nodded. You crouched in front of them, holding each of their cheeks which made them lean into your warm touch. Seeing this, your tears broke out again, you couldn't help it. Your head fell to your bent knees, your forehead pressed there with your hands holding the two little girls' cheeks. They looked at you with confusion and curiosity, not understanding why you were crying so bitterly.

⠀ ⠀⠀They looked at you and Suguru who was still standing behind you alternately. Hesitantly their small hands touched your shoulders before stepping closer and hugging you—both of their chins resting on your shoulders. You greeted them by wrapping your arms around their waist, pulling them closer. Suguru just smiled faintly, sadly. All he could hear were your sobs, cutting into his skin every second. You remained in your position for a few moments before the small arms holding you were replaced by Suguru's muscular arms.

⠀ ⠀⠀He put one arm around your back—helping you to stand. “Oh, my love. What a beautiful thing you are,” He said softly, and who knows how many times he cupped your cheeks and ran his two thumbs across your cheeks. Suguru always thought that you were very beautiful, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, even when you were crying ugly like now. He loves how your cheeks look red when you cry too much. Too pure and innocent, making him want to continue protecting you.

⠀ ⠀⠀He likes to call you 'my love'. He says that you are his love, you are millions of feelings in one feeling. You are like a rainbow in the storm. He said that his love was given out for you and Satoru, love you both so full that there was no love left for him to the world. People say that a lifetime is very long, but Suguru can trade anything so he can get that lifetime. Even though he had to become a criminal and commit a mass murder. And he would gladly do it many times, if, in the end, he could spend all his breath with you and Satoru.

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru pressed his lips to yours— kissing them gently, typical of Geto Suguru. He is full of tenderness. He kissed you, gently but you could feel his misery, how several times he had to pause between kisses just to swallow his sobs. He pressed his forehead against yours after pulling his lips away, but you could still feel his soft breath on your face.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Let's do that, you, me, Satoru and the kids. Let's run away where no-one knows our name yet, where we can camp out in the open and see the stars, where we can tell each other hopes and dreams without feeling scared, it will be hopeless. We'll own nothing more than we need,” he said quietly as you watched Suguru's tears fall down one cheek. You nodded, “Let's run away together.”

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru smiled faintly.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Would you do me a favor before that?”

⠀ ⠀⠀“What is it?”

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru moved his forehead away from yours to look at you more clearly. One arm wrapped around your waist as he tucked your hair behind your left ear. “Can you wait for me, my love?” he asked. You were silent for a moment and lost in his purple eyes— you found nothing but calm and confidence. So you nodded, making Suguru's thin smile widen slightly. “Stay with Satoru while I make a better world for us, so I can give you the world that I know you deserve, would you do that for me, my love?”

⠀ ⠀⠀“Wait for me?”

⠀ ⠀⠀ “Okay,” you whispered. “I'll wait for you.”

— 2009

⠀ ⠀⠀You blinked several times, and when your vision cleared, the first thing you saw was the ceiling of your room. Small white stars with blue, purple, white, and pink lights filled the ceiling, resembling the Aurora Borealis. You glanced to the left and right, noticing the empty spaces beside you. The spots where Satoru and Suguru usually lay were vacant. You touched both sides with your hands—they were cold. A sigh escaped your pink lips as the loneliness washed over you.

⠀ ⠀⠀“The candle!— Oops!”

⠀ ⠀⠀“Satoru!!”

⠀ ⠀⠀“God! you're useless, I told you we should only ask Geto-sama— aw!”

⠀ ⠀⠀“Hey!”

⠀ ⠀⠀“Megumi, that's not nice—”

⠀ ⠀⠀You sat up in bed and swung your legs over the side. As you sat there, you furrowed your brow and raised your eyebrows in confusion upon hearing the sound of whispers, almost like shouting, coming from outside your room. The strange mixture of hushed tones and urgency made you strain to listen more closely, trying to catch what was being said.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Quiet down, you'll wake her up,” Suguru's voice suddenly cut through the whispers. Confusion gripped you as you wondered what your two lovers were up to. “Guys?” you called out from inside the room. Almost simultaneously, you heard a loud curse from Satoru, followed by what sounded like a forceful punch from Suguru. You knew Suguru didn't tolerate Satoru's swearing, especially not in front of the four little ones.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Is everything alright? I will—”

⠀ ⠀⠀“Yes, my love! Please stay in bed!” Suguru's voice rang out loudly. You, who had just begun to lower one leg from the mattress, quickly withdrew it back under the blankets. Moments later, you heard footsteps approaching.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Happiest mother's day!” screams filled the room.

⠀ ⠀⠀“And happiest birthday!”

⠀ ⠀⠀Your eyes widened, mouth agape in surprise as you beheld six figures standing before you, all radiating immense cheerfulness. Among them were two men and four small children—three girls and one boy. Satoru held aloft a small banner adorned with 'Happiest Mother's Day' in pink and white, while a little girl named Tsumiki proudly displayed a matching banner that read 'Happiest Birthday'. Their smiles were wide and infectious, filling the room with warmth and joy.

⠀ ⠀⠀They eagerly climbed onto the bed, surrounding you with excitement. Suguru settled on your right side, his arm wrapping around your waist. "Everyone, put these on," Satoru instructed as he approached with paper cone hats in hand. One by one, he distributed the hats to each person. "Let me help you, darling," he said warmly, placing a pink crown-shaped hat on your head along with a matching sash that read ‘Birthday Girl’, causing your smile to widen even more. Once everyone was adorned, Satoru took his place on your left. Together, they began clapping in rhythm, singing the happy birthday song to you.

⠀ ⠀⠀“You guys are so sweet,” you expressed with a smile, glancing at each person around you in turn. Suguru leaned in and gently kissed your cheek. “Happiest birthday, my love,” he murmured. Satoru followed suit, planting a kiss on your other cheek. “Happiest Mother's Day, princess,” he said affectionately. The little boy in front of you spoke up shyly, complimenting you. “You look beautiful, mom,“ he said, still adjusting to the new nickname. “Thank you, sweetheart,” you replied, brushing your hand against his cheek. The black-haired boy blushed and turned away bashfully.

⠀ ⠀⠀Seated before you were four small children: Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Tsumiki, Mimiko, and Nanako Hasaba. Their eyes were fixed on you, gleaming with a sparkle that caught the reflection of candlelight, enhancing their innocent and adorable appearance. They gazed at you attentively, their expressions filled with curiosity and a hint of excitement, as if awaiting your next move or words.

⠀ ⠀⠀Megumi, a lively 6-year-old boy, reached out his hand, presenting a red cake adorned with tiny white hearts. On top, the words “I love you mom” were written in matching colors, adding a heartfelt touch. Meanwhile, Nanako, a girl around the same age as Megumi, mimicked his gesture. She proudly displayed a pink cake decorated with blue and purple flowers, along with the message “Happiest Birthday, Mom” in white frosting. A soft chuckle escaped you as you noticed their attempts at decorating the cakes, evident in the slightly messy handwriting and the charmingly uneven flower patterns.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Go ahead and blow out the candle,” Megumi urged, his words echoed by the other three children. “Don't forget to make a wish, Mom!” Tsumaki chimed in enthusiastically. Still smiling warmly, you closed your eyes and clasped your hands together, forming fists. In the quietness of your thoughts, you immersed yourself in a moment of prayer, overwhelmed with a sense of gratitude that filled your heart. Right now, there was nothing more you desired than to remain exactly where you were.

⠀ ⠀⠀You opened your eyes and gently blew out the flickering candles, prompting cheers of joy from everyone present. Suguru stepped forward, carefully taking the cake from Megumi's hands and placing it on a nearby table within reach of your bed. The room was filled with warmth as laughter and conversation flowed freely throughout the night. Together, you all cherished the moments, celebrating not only your birthday but also the essence of Mother's Day, creating cherished memories that would last a lifetime.

— 2019

⠀ ⠀⠀“Satoru, stop running!” you shouted from the kitchen.

⠀ ⠀⠀You can only shake your head and laugh when you hear the laughter of your 3 year old child in the arms of Satoru, your husband. “He stresses you out so much, I'm afraid my baby is gonna come out sooner than it should be,” Suguru said as he entered the kitchen. You chuckled at his ridiculous statement and hit him lightly on the shoulder. He approached you to kiss your cheeks and stomach alternately.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Please hang on a little bit more, baby,” he whispered against your stomach. You are currently pregnant for the second time. And this time, it's Geto Suguru's. It's been 9 years since you, Satoru and Suguru decided to leave the world of Jujutsu. Away from Tokyo to live in a world where no one knows your name, become a normal society like everyone else. You, Satoru and Suguru chose to get married a year later.

⠀ ⠀⠀Hold a wedding attended only by the people closest to you at a house on a beach, a house that will be the place where you spend the rest of your life. A house by the beach with just you and your family as far as the eye can see. With the four little children that Suguru and Satoru raised you were happy to care for like your children. You have 3 cats, black and white. Just as Suguru wanted.

⠀ ⠀⠀And you feel so very happy now that you feel guilty because you have such a perfect life. You feel guilty for your friends who still risk their lives just to kill the curse so that the world can be better. You still felt guilty for bringing the most powerful sorcerer to spend their lives being ordinary people, instead of being the strongest they should be.

⠀ ⠀⠀Satoru and Suguru always assured you that the life you were living now was the life they always wanted—to be normal. And you try not to care about your thoughts anymore.

⠀ ⠀⠀“You daydreaming again, love, what's in that pretty little head of yours?”

⠀ ⠀⠀Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard Satoru's voice. He looked at you who was now smiling and shaking your head slowly. You were too busy with your thoughts to notice Suguru was no longer in the kitchen and didn't notice Satoru's arrival. “It's nothing, baby,” you say. He raised his eyebrows and stepped closer until he was standing in front of you. “You sure, honey?” he asked as his fingers caressed your cheek. You nodded and stood on your tiptoes to peck his pink lips briefly—making him smile.

⠀ ⠀⠀Satoru cupped your cheeks and bent his head to kiss you. Your lips moved to follow Satoru's soft lips. You can taste the sweetness of the strawberries and cake in his mouth. Satoru and his sweet tooth. You kissed for a while before finally pulling away when Suguru's voice was heard.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Honey, they are here,” he said.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Oh? I think they're not going to be here until 2 more hours," you said and took the pie that you deliberately kept in the refrigerator before Satoru finished it. “Yeah, they chose to come early this time,” Suguru answered as he took the pie in your hand. Satoru put his arm around your waist as he helped you walk down the stairs after exiting the kitchen. The three of you walked towards the beach.

⠀ ⠀⠀Far ahead you can see people who are very, very familiar to you. You waved with a big smile on your face. “God, I miss you guys so much!” you said and wrapped your arms around Shoko. “I miss you too,” she said. “I haven't seen you in a year and now you're pregnant again, Y/n? Who is it this time? I hope it's not Satoru's, I can't imagine another copy of that idiot,” Utahime said making you laugh. She hugged you for a moment.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Hey! What was that supposed to mean? Utahime, you're just jealous because no man wants to be your boyfriend because you're mean. You're a big bully,” Satoru said in disapproval and hugged you. This made Utahime cross her arms in front of her chest and look at Satoru with raised eyebrows. “You're almost 30 and now looking at you—” She said and pointed Satoru up and down. “Act your age, I can't believe our lovely Y/n wants to marry you,” she said, getting more sassy with each sentence.

⠀ ⠀⠀Satoru gasped, “You bitch.”

⠀ ⠀⠀“It's Suguru's,” you said, interrupting your husband before a fight broke out. “Oh thank God, at least you're gonna have another normal person in your house,” she said and let out a sigh of relief. You and Suguru just laughed. And Satoru and Utahime started arguing again. That's all they do every time they meet and you can't voice any complaints, you can only let them be.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Y/n!!!!!”

⠀ ⠀⠀A scream was heard making you turn your gaze towards the sound. You can see Nobara, Maki, Yuji, and Panda running towards you at full strength. Behind them were Megumi, Toge, Yuta and Nanami who were walking casually. Your body stumbled backwards when the four people crashed into you, luckily Satoru and Suguru quickly stood behind you and stopped you from falling backwards.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Guys! Please be careful with my wife, she's pregnant okay? God, these kids!” Satoru said and helped you stand up straight. The four teenagers just chuckled and muttered sorry. “How are you guys?” you asked kindly. “We're good! we miss you so much! Nobara doesn't want to shut up about missing your cookies, it's getting annoying,” Yuji said before he hugged you briefly and kissed your cheek. “You're the same,” Megumi finally said when he was in front of you and rolled his eyes briefly. He greeted you with a hug and rubbed your stomach for a moment. “Oh shut up! You, yourself can't stop talking about missing your mom,” Yuji replied, not accepting it in which getting a slap on his head from the spike-haired boy.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Y/n, how are you?”

⠀ ⠀⠀Nanami came over to give you a hug and a kiss on your stomach afterwards. “I'm doing fine, honey, how's yours?” you asked and kissed his cheek too. “Good—” his words trailed off as he lowered his gaze to stare at your stomach. “Again?” he asked which made you laugh. “What do you mean, again? it's only been the second time,” said Satoru in response.

⠀ ⠀⠀Nanami raised both eyebrows, “I hope it's not yours,” he said throwing Satoru a look. An annoyed groan came out of your husband's mouth and he let go of his arms from you. “No, Nanami, it's not mine, it's Suguru's,” he said irritably. Just like Utahime, Nanami breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh thank God!” Satoru clicked his tongue in annoyance and stomped his feet on the sand as he walked away, leaving you and Nanami alone.

⠀ ⠀⠀“God, he's like a child,” he said.

⠀ ⠀⠀You just smiled looking at Satoru's back facing you as he chatted with Yuta, Toge and Yuji. Nanami led you to sit on one of the chairs and he sat himself next to you. In front of you, you can see Shoko, Utahime, Nobara, Tsumiki and Nanako playing in the water with your 3-year-old child. His blue eyes formed crescent moons as he laughed in Shoko's arms. His white hair moved here and there due to the gentle wind. A sweet smile perched on your face at the sight.

⠀ ⠀⠀“He looks just like Satoru,” Nanami said so you turned your gaze towards him for a moment then nodded. “He is, especially his smile, just like his father,” you said softly. And there was silence for a moment, both you and Nanami were just silent. The sound of the waves, the sound of people talking and the sound of laughter that only you can hear and you feel happier than before. Having your family and friends gather. It was almost like a routine.

⠀ ⠀⠀Megumi chose to follow Jujutsu and when summer comes, he will return, along with his friends and also your friends and your two husbands. And you'll be spending time at the beach all summer long. Without thinking about the curse, without thinking about the higher-ups, without thinking about anything, just spending time like a normal person in general. And you will always open your arms wide to welcome them, as will your two husbands.

⠀ ⠀⠀“You look very happy, even happier than I've ever seen you,” Nanami said. Hearing what he said made you look back at him. However, Nanami only focused his gaze on your two husbands who were busy talking and joking with Yuta, Yuji, Toge, Megumi and Panda. You smiled at your two husbands.

⠀ ⠀⠀“I always knew that you would marry one of them, but I didn't expect that you would marry both of them and become pregnant with their child, especially Satoru,” he said. The corners of his lips lifted slightly upwards— smiling faintly. “But I can see how they make you happy,” he continued. He was silent for a moment before he looked at you.

⠀ ⠀⠀“The three of you— I want to do what you do, later, I'm gonna stop being a Jujutsu sorcerer and live by the beach, away from here. I've bought a lot of books that I haven't read yet, I want to read page by page while sitting on the sand," he said with admiration. His eyes looked straight ahead, looking at the crashing waves under the blue sky. Hearing what he said you smiled faintly.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Have anywhere in mind?” you ask.

⠀ ⠀⠀He looked at you, smiled while nodded his head, “Malaysia, Kuantan,” he answered. You extended your hand towards him which Nanami happily took, holding it gently.

⠀ ⠀⠀“You should go for it, totally,” you said.

⠀ ⠀⠀“I will.”

⠀ ⠀⠀You sighed and leaned back on the chair you were sitting on. Your two hands rubbed your stomach which was now growing— 1 month away before mini Suguru came out into the world. Your heart feels warm just remembering it. Nothing in the world can replace what you have. After everything you, Suguru and Satoru have been through, you feel grateful that you are still together. Your love is getting stronger every day and nothing can change that. You feel like you are the luckiest girl in the world to have what you have now.

⠀ ⠀⠀You realize that not everything in life has to be a beautiful story, you can't skip chapters. You have to read every line and meet every character. Some you may not be able to enjoy, and maybe some want to make you cry on the floor and beg you to no longer be in this world. But with Satoru and Suguru, you are sure you can get through anything, as long as you are together.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Mommy!”

⠀ ⠀⠀You opened your arms wide to welcome your child who was running towards you. Satoru and Suguru trailed behind him. “Did you have fun, baby?” you asked as you wrapped your arms around his small body and pulled him close. “Yes!” he said making you chuckle. Suguru sat himself down next to you. The black-haired man put his arm around your waist and kissed your cheek briefly. While the white-haired man lay down with his head on your thigh— he looked up at you

⠀ ⠀⠀“My beautiful wife,” he said.

⠀ ⠀⠀Give you a flying kiss. “My handsome husband,” you said in reply and brushed his white hair back. Mini Satoru— he pushed Satoru's head off your thigh and took your hand, placing it on top of his head. “Me, me, me,” he said and moved your hand—gesturing you to rub his head. “Hey!” Satoru got up and sat down, throwing his son an offended look. While his mini just looked at him and stuck out his tongue.

⠀ ⠀⠀“You're my kid! you're from my seed, that means she's mine because I came first,” he said. Suguru laughed at Satoru's ridiculous words but chose not to say anything. “No, no, no—” Your son stared at his hands that were moving as if he wanted to show something. Slowly but surely he clenched his hand until only his middle finger remained—giving it to Satoru. You gaped, as did Satoru, while Suguru burst into laughter beside you—which made you laugh too.

⠀ ⠀⠀“You intolerant sh—”

⠀ ⠀⠀“Baby, that's not nice. You can't do that to your father,” you said and pulled your lips straight, trying to hold back your laughter when you saw Satoru's annoyed face. But your child just stares at you with his big blue eyes, seemingly not understanding what you're saying. “I can't believe this, even your kid thinks you're annoying,” Utahime said laughing as she passed the four of you. She seemed to enjoy what had just happened and the annoyance on Satoru's face.

⠀ ⠀⠀Satoru, annoyed and childish, turned his back to his son who was now looking at him pitifully. Slowly, he crawled over to Satoru and hugged the more than 190cm tall man's waist with his small hands. You chuckled a little when you saw his hands barely hug Satoru's waist, only able to hug almost the back of his waist. In a typical child's voice, he said sorry which made Satoru quickly turn around to face your child.

⠀ ⠀⠀“You know I love you too much to stay mad at you,” he said. He picked your child up and threw him slightly in the air, inviting laughter from the little one. You occasionally laughed at the adorable interactions between Satoru and your children. And just like any other summer, you spend time with your family and friends full of warmth and laughter. With Satoru and Suguru beside you.

⠀ ⠀⠀It's not just you now.

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⠀ ⠀⠀part 1 | part 2

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I hope this alternative ending is good enough

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plz

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WHO? yuta okkotsu x f!reader

WHAT? written series. found footage vibes. weird online (?) prerecorded romance thing. slight au but w/ curses and everything still !

WHAT'S WRONG? yuta is NOT a hero or a good person here. MAJOR tw for blood death & gore etc etc so much blood. cursing, suggestive humour etc. reader has zero survival instincts but it gets better. slow updates. very self indulgent lol

WHY? you impulsively decide to buy a camcorder from a garage sale, not expecting previously captured footage to still be in it. what you ALSO don't expect, however, is that all this footage — and the concerning, yet undeniably charismatic man who they are of — ends up drastically changing your view of the world.

WAIT, THERE'S MORE? when the recordings are playing, italics are for everything that's not yuta talking. bold is for emphasis (the way italics are usually used)

01. hello.mp4

02. day2.mp4

03. loredrop.mp4

04. ifurnotokwithmurderskipthis.mp4

taglist; @stillnotherapy @fishii28 @akaakeis @chososcamgirl @essjujutsu @xnqq @mikikkoo @brideads @schioedtei @starrissm @skullvgirl @satoryaa @aozui

i can't tag the bolded usernames!

© laughingfcx 2024 do not repost translate or plagiarise

omg !! I saw your post where you said you'd be taking song fic requests and I have one. 🫣

song: you belong with me - Taylor Swift

lyrics: "But she wears short Skirts, I wear T-shirts She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time If you could see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along so, why can't you see? You belong with me.."

Pairing: football player!lee know x introverted!reader

genre: angst (with fluff at the end...?)

You Belong With Me~

a/n: this is absolutely my favourite song ever! @hugsforjungwon thanks for requesting this, it was thrilling to write, and I hope you like it!

my taglist is open btw, just message me if you wanna be part of it!!

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ty, @cafekitsune for the dividers~

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

for asks view this post

The night was calm and peaceful. You lounged on the couch, absentmindedly swiping through your phone, while your best friend, Minho, lay sprawled across you. An 80’s hip-hop song played softly in the background, prompting you to groan. "Who on earth decided to play this ancient song?" you quipped, only to answer your own question. "Oh right, we have a Minho in the room." He simply rolled his eyes, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

You and Minho had been inseparable since childhood, so close that you even defied the college rules and secretly roomed together. In your opinion, sharing a room with your best friend was far better than being stuck with some spoiled rich girl. The college dorm arrangements were always harsh, and you didn't want to take any chances.

Over time, your connection with Minho has only grown stronger, and perhaps, you've developed a crush on him. However, you knew deep down that his relationship status as someone's boyfriend rendered your feelings insignificant. It was heart-wrenching for you, but what truly mattered was Minho's happiness, even if it wasn't with you.

Tonight appeared to be just like any other normal night, with both of you lying down engrossed in your phones. Strangely enough, Minho seemed restless, his fingers dancing furiously on the screen as he typed away. Suddenly, his ringtone erupted into a fast-paced melody, prompting him to abruptly leave the room. You didn't pay much attention at first, but you could faintly hear his voice resonating from outside the door. He was tense and arguing.

You realised it was another one of the many fights between him and his girlfriend. You sighed and turned your attention back to your phone. After a few minutes you heard him come back inside, a hand running through his hair like he always did when he was nervous.

“Trouble in paradise?” you asked putting your phone down and turning your attention to him. Minho laughed ruefully, running his fingers through his hair again, as if just thinking about it was enough to make him want to pull at his hair. "Not exactly," he replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of fondness and frustration. "Jiyeon is wonderful, really. It's just that we have different...senses of humor. She didn't appreciate one of my jokes, I brushed it off as something trivial, and now she's giving me the silent treatment."

"Makes sense. Your jokes suck."

"They do not."

"You're the only one who laughs at them."

"You do too!"

"Only because they're so bad!". As you uttered those words, your gaze dropped to the floor, almost as if avoiding eye contact would reveal the hidden truth of your admiration for Minho's jokes.

"Jiyeon's not bad, of course, but don't you think you jumped into this a little too quickly?" The thought had been lingering in your mind, quietly questioning whether Minho's trust in everyone was warranted. It took him quite some time to let his guard down and trust someone, and although you would never voice it aloud, you couldn't help but feel that he had rushed into this relationship faster than he was comfortable with.

Maybe it was because Jiyeon actually registered as a girl to him. After all these years of being friends, you probably didn’t look any different than the boys to him. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy dressing up, it just wasn't a priority for you, and you didn't have much time for it. Growing up in a small neighborhood, you weren't exactly the social butterfly either.

Jiyeon, on the flip side, always exuded an air of elegance and charm. She was effortlessly put together, making it easy to engage in meaningful conversations with her. Although she adored Jiyeon, it pained her to see her standing next to Minho. They didn't even have to be physically close to give off the impression of a couple.

As your conversation gradually faded, you decided to play some music. The song that came on was your absolute favorite, causing you to sway your head and unleash your inner karaoke star. Minho chuckled, leaning back in his chair, his fingers unconsciously tapping along to the rhythm.

"Jiyeon would absolutely despise listening to this," Minho remarked.

"It's quite entertaining!" you replied with a smirk.

Uh huh, sure," he playfully retorted.

In that moment, you couldn’t think of what Jiyeon thinks of all things. You saw her enough without dwelling on her when she wasn't even there. So what if the music was a bit silly and funky? You were a little silly and funky yourself. Sometimes it made you wonder how Minho could spend time with you, considering how different you were from Jiyeon. It just didn't make sense to you.

But what did Jiyeon really know? She wasn't the one who had known him for ages, who could sense his moods from across the house, or who shared all his inside jokes. No, that was you. But did it even matter anymore? Who were you to feel bitter about Minho's new love interest? Just a friend who hung on his every word, whether you showed it or not.

"I don't understand how you can listen to this," Minho interrupted your thoughts, causing you to quickly look away, feeling your face flush from almost being caught staring at him. "It all sounds the same to me. Like static."

"Not to me," you replied, watching Minho get up to make some tea. You couldn't help but wonder if there was some sort of barrier over his eyes that you could remove, so he could see you for who you truly were: everything he had been searching for.

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The following day, Minho was in the company of Jiyeon during the morning, but upon his return, he seemed unusually quiet. It was evident that he had a lot on his mind, so you decided not to disturb him. However, you couldn't resist for too long.

"I noticed you left in the morning," you mentioned.

"Yeah, I was with Jiyeon," he replied.

"Is everything alright?" you asked, concerned.

He let out a forced laugh. "As alright as it can be, I suppose."

You nodded, not wanting to pry further. "Are you ready for the big game this afternoon?" you inquired.  "Yeah, I guess," he responded nonchalantly. You smiled, reassuring him, "You're our star quarterback, you'll do great." Extending your fist, you offered him a fist bump, and he reciprocated.

The game arrived sooner than expected, and you quickly put on your house scarf before rushing to the stadium to wish Minho luck. Spotting him, you couldn't contain your excitement and almost tackled him to the ground. His laughter filled the air, a rare and beautiful sound. It was moments like these that made you feel privileged to be one of the few who could bring out that genuine joy in him.

As you said 'Good Luck,' you both performed your special handshake, a ritual you always followed before every game. Afterward, Minho mentioned that he had something important to tell you and went off to prepare himself. You waved him goodbye and found a seat in the bleachers. It was then that your gaze fell upon Jiyeon, she was the head cheerleader, energetically waving her pompoms and looking absolutely adorable in her tight top and short skirt, something you would never be. You couldn't help but feel surprised that Minho didn't approach her for a kiss or something.

The game began and the crowd erupted with cheers, each person supporting their own team. In the end, your and Minho's team emerged victorious! You jumped up, threw your scarf aside, and hurried down to meet Minho.

"You were amazing! I'm so proud of you, as always," you said excitedly.

"Thanks, y/n," he replied, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

You continued to gush about the thrilling game, but then noticed that Minho was only focused on you. Curious, you asked him what was on his mind.

"I wasn't completely honest earlier. Jiyeon and I... we broke up. And I've been thinking aboutwhether I made the right decision or if I was too blind to see what was right in front of me. I think I've found my answer."

You stood there, shocked, and surprised. Was this really happening?

Without warning, Minho swept you off my feet and pulled you into the most passionate kiss you had ever experienced. In that moment, it felt like the entire world disappeared, leaving just the two of you.

There was nothing wrong with exploring, making mistakes, and searching for love. But if it wasn't out there, Minho would always come back.

He would always come back to the person he had known all along.

i can't even

BANG CHAN ♡ NYLON JAPAN

Skz makes a bet on you Maknae Line

Pairing: OT8 SKZ x GN!Reader

Genre, AU: angst ofc, lovers to exes!AU

Warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, many mentions of insecurities. I think that abt it

Summary: you happened to learn one day that the never really loved you and only made a bet with the other members to see if you would fall in love with them

A.N: Not proof read at all and this is the maknae line to the previous one. Both part twos will be coming out soo I promise🤭

Parts: Hyung Line Part 2

HAN JISUNG It was his birthday and you were more than happy to surprise him. The members were in on it too. To suddenly stop during practice and sit him down.

For the whole day you were preparing. Making a cheesecake for him and baking a cake for the rest of the members. You decorated the cheesecake in some little quokka cake pops. After you were done, you began cooking his favorite meals and packing them up. When all the cooking, making, and cooking was done, you found that you had more time on your hands. So you felt the need to clean the house so it’d be all tidy when he got back.

You checked the time before heading out. The house was clean, food was ready, now all you needed to do was get a gift and drive to the company. As you strolled through the store a very particular item caught your eye. A small clip earring with a feather at the end. It was perfect. Jisung always called you his, quote on quote, “Little Dove.”

So you grabbed it and put it in a little box with a bow.

You drove to the company excitedly. Giving the food to the staff before making your way to the practice room. You were just about to step in when you heard it. The color drained form your face and the excitement you held earlier, gone.

“I can’t believe it’s been a year since me and y/n started dating and we made that bet.” You heard your boyfriend say.

Bang Chan tried to stop him. “Jisung, I think—”

“You guys have to remember! We made a bet to see if I could pull y/n. Y’all made me go up to her and ask if she wanted to date me because she seemed lonely and if she agreed then I’d get 20 bucks from each of y’all.”

You could hear the boys try to stop him since they knew you were here but it was too late. They turned to see the door to the practice room slowly creak open. Standing there with the cake in your hands and tears in your eyes.

“Happy Birthday, Baby.” You said as tears fell from your eyes. Quickly wiping them away since it was supposed to be a happy occasion. Placing the cake into a staff members hands, you shoved the box into your pocket. “I-I-I guess I’ll give you what you want for your birthday gift.” You turned and ran as far as you can. Dropping the gift into the trash can on your way out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LEE FELIX He knew you were this insecure so how could he say that. You’d always hated your figure since before you could remember. Whenever you met someone new, that was the first thing they noticed. The size of your body. You hated the way you looked but Felix always told you different. He made you believe you were as beautiful as you are and you slowly gained your confidence.

That was until today. The confidence he helped you build, he tore down himself.

Today, you came home a bit earlier than usual. When walking through the door, you announced your arrival but Felix was nowhere in sight. You could hear the slight mumbling coming from another room. You had forgotten. He had told you that Minho was coming this morning.

After taking off your shoes and hanging your coat, you walked over to the door. Just so happening to hear what they were conversing. The cat-like boy began first. “You remember that bet we made?”

“Hmm?” Your boyfriend replied.

“You’ve got to give it to me that you and y/n started dating in the first place.” “Ohhh!!! That’s what you’re talking about. The bet, right?”

“Yeah, when I told you I’d give you one hundo if you got the fat girl’s number. Now it’s been two years since you guys started dating.” Too immersed in your own shock, you dropped the items you were holding. Tears filled your eyes. Both, Felix and Minho’s, heads jerked in your direction.

“Y/n? How long have you been standing there?” Felix asked you in a panic.

“N-not long…”

You picked up your things from the floor, reput on your shoes and coat, grabbed your keys, and headed out the door. You didn’t know if you could stay any longer. You felt hurt to hear that. He helped you through your insecurities just to make it worse than before he arrived. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ KIM SEUNGMIN Your whole world fell apart. And so did your oh so perfect relationship with Seungmin.

It was just a petty argument that came from stress and the lack of sleep but it still hurt you. It actually hurt more than you thought it would. But what hurt most of all was what you had to find out.

Seungmin returned home after tour extremely tired so you did your best. You made sure he had every meal and wasn't overwhelmed. But apparently, you didn't do enough. He began to berate you for even the smallest things and it tore your heart apart.

One day, as you laid on the bed the two of you shared, he slammed the bedroom door open. You flinched and looked up at him. A little bit annoyed you asked, "The hell was that for?"

He sighed and glared at you.

"You want to know? This comeback has been stressful and all you do is lay in bed all day. You never clean around the house even though you're only doing a part-time job. I mean seriously, are you just going to be that FUCKING LAZY!?"

You looked at him in disbelief. Never in a million years did you ever expect to see this side of him.

"I literally just got done cooking and came to lay on the bed. I was waiting for YOU to get home. I washed our clothes, folded them, put them away, then cleaned around the house. I did all this because I know you like your place tidy. Plus, a clean space is better for the mind."

"You call this clean!? It looks like a pigsty." You felt the tears blazing at the corner of your eyes. "Don't fucking say that. I'm trying my best to not say anything right now." "Say it then!!" He yelled. You huffed and turned away not wanting to argue any longer. "Yeah... turn away like you always do. I should've just left you as a bet. Never loved you in the first place."

It was a slip of the tongue. He didn't mean it. Or did he? Either way, it hurt you. Seungmin knew he was wrong but didin't want to admit itin the heat of the moment.

You turned to face him, finally letting the tears out. "Fuck you..." Was all you said before grabbing your phone and leaving the house. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ YANG JEONGIN It was accidental. Jeongin was so flustered in the moment that he confessed everything to you. He didn't intend for you to find out like this but how else were you suppose to?

The both of you were at dinner with the other members. They all teased Jeongin for being such a simp for you. You just chuckled at their antics. It was cute to see the youngest member get teased by his hyungs and you were glad to witness it all in first person.

Jeongin, being fed up, accidentaly let it slip.

"Well it was because you guys made a bet with me that if I could pull y/n then y'all would buy me the new Bruno Mars album."

Everyone went silent as you slowly faced him. "What did you say..?"

Jeongin immediately placed a hand over his mouth. Tears brimmed your eyes. You stood up, excusing yourself. "I-I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick." None of them even tried to stop you. They knew that they'd be devastated in your situation too.

Were you being a little dramatic? The answer was yes. You could've heard Jeongin out instead of hiding in the bathroom. But at this point, you weren't so sure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ taglist: @lolareadsimagines @garrixer-06 @bandolls @chansbabygirlsstuff @camilagonzalex @mariteez @beccaskz

✦ You surprise them with terms of endearment in their language

(Or, pretending that Teyvat uses certain languages based on the regions.) 

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Childe 

✧ You don’t remember what prompted you to emit this word specifically, however, its occurrence was as natural as the auroras in the Snezhayan sky. During a typical day, when you were casually conversing with Pierro, you just replied with:

“Of course, just be careful, mel.” (honey)

It was out before you could register it, and you hoped he didn’t catch on. But it's known that nothing passes by the Jester unnoticed. Pierro’s gaze was uncharacteristically stunned, yet it softened the moment he turned to you. 

“It’s been… centuries since you called me that.” 

You averted your gaze away in shame, muttering a small apology. But the Director stepped closer to you, his gloved fingers brushing underneath your chin to look you tenderly in the eyes. 

“No, no. I do not seek an apology. You often called me melimelum (honey apple) during our days of guilelessness. Go on. Utter these words for me once more. I must know whether you remember them as much as I do.” 

Meeting his gaze, you stammered upon your words but managed to convey “mi mel” (my honey) for him again despite your coy disposition. The Jester smiled as if an eon-long frost had been melted off his heart. Thus, he leaned closer to relish your lips in his, whispering.  

“That’s more like it, corculum (sweetheart). These words are always sweeter when uttered by your lips.” 

✧ It is no one's surprise that you and Capitano participate in convivial challenges. Who else would match the harbinger’s fierce ambition for competition if it weren't for you, his partner? From duels, training, and games, to even… endearing nicknames. Yes, just loudly calling each other cute nicknames until the other gives up, in the privacy of your own home. 

“You may be the strongest man in Tevyat, Capitano, but!” - you loudly proclaimed “I can still defeat you in a battle of wits.” 

“Your words bring forth a challenge that I seek, my beloved. If you dare to challenge me, know that I will not back down.” 

“Hmph!” - you crossed your arms, a triumphant smile already gracing your features. “My dear, sweet Captain. Don’t be so sure of yourself. It’s clear that I love you more.” 

“Absurd,” - Capitano clenched his fists, his resolve is unshaken. “My love for you brings mountains to dust and the seas to dry. It is clear that I love you more.” 

“Tsk, tsk. I can still express my love in a far wider range, geliebter (loved one).” - There it was. Your special attack as you spoke confidently back. “ You better not underestimate me.” 

The Captain froze, his stance now rigid. Even through his pitch-black helmet, you could see you seized him off-guard. A word he has not heard in centuries, even more so, you put in the effort to pronounce it correctly. The Harbinger stepped closer, his sharp fingers gently cupping your cheeks.

“My dear, cherished, loved engelchen (little angel). Where did you learn that from? Such sweet words will not be tolerated. I shall memorize the entire dictionary to out-win you in this battle of precious monikers.” 

“Oh yeah? We’ll see, herzblatt (sweetheart), because I did my research! So I win!” - you mumbled proudly, even when Capitano kept squishing your face by squeezing your cheeks lovingly. 

Your little ‘warfare’ was left at that, and you didn’t think much of it afterward. A successful conquest; or so you credulously thought. Little did you expect, that in a couple of days, Capitano would burst into the room, a thick book in his hand labeled ‘Dictionary & Encyclopedia of Teyvat's Ancient Languages’.

“My dear, you won’t believe this! I have found a compelling addition to what I must call you, notlazohtlé." (my precious thing)

“U-um, Capitano. You didn't actually spend days trying to memorize a whole… dictionary, did you?”

“Nonsense. A warrior never backs down from a challenge. Especially one bestowed upon him by his yōltzin.” (lover)

✧ When Il Dottore heard you speak, he had to ensure the grip on his book was firm. He swore he almost dropped it but made sure to conceal it, as his back was facing you while he stood in front of bookshelves. 

“What did you just say?”

“Habibi” - you retorted simply. “Or, do you prefer azizam?” (my dear)

There was a prolonged silence coming from the Doctor. The sound of this native tongue brought a conflicting range of abrupt disgust and wistful familiarity. Yet Dottore clenched his jaw; there wasn’t an ounce of humor in his voice, and he would much rather go on pretending he hadn’t heard you say those words. 

"What are those harebrained names you are calling me? Has your time in Sumeru made you so asinine?"

You were not surprised he reacted this way. Nonetheless, It was futile to hide your solemn disappointment, so you sighed - "Never mind..." 

The book he had been flicking through was gradually set aside. Although you couldn’t read his expression, he remained eerily still. 

"Say it again." 

"Hm?" 

"I said,” - Il Dottore suddenly turned, stepping closer to firmly set his hands on the table, looming over you. “Say it again." 

Oh no, you thought. “I said habibi. Like people in the Sumeru desert region often say… But I thought you’d loathe it so maybe aziz-” 

Your words were cut off, as the Harbinger cupped your jawline and made sure to silence your doubts with his own lips. The sudden kiss was as sweet and warm as honey, and as ardent and fiery as the blazing deserts of Sumeru. 

“I was not being serious.” - He explained after leaning away, even if his scoff came out stilted. He didn’t mean to be rude, instead, he was impressed you went your way to learn these expressions. His hold on your jaw abates in an instance “Call me whatever you want.

You blink - “Well, you studied like… twenty languages since you were a student. So I wanted to gauge your reaction. What about ‘my heart’? was it kalbi, or…?” 

“...Ya balsam qalbi (O balm of my heart), you just called me a dog.”

The Doctor couldn’t help but laugh at your antic. Your sweet attempts at endearment were beyond him, especially when you fumbled on pronunciation. Thus, he settled with teasing you, locking his lips back with yours. You could feel his love wash over you like the gentle breeze blowing across the sand; carrying away any lingering worries and leaving you with the joy of being with him.

✧ Scaramouche abhors seeing couples being all mushy and sweet in public. Lovers giggling when embracing under the shade? Ugh. Calling each other cute nicknames as they walk? Disgusting. Stealing discreet kisses while no one is looking? Nauseating! 

His reaction is nothing new for you, as he frequently crossed his arms in annoyance. Particularly after a nearby married couple passed by the two of you, one of them saying “Anata, don't forget to buy some sugar and flour on our way home.” - Just people going on with their lives. What you didn't expect was how the Puppeteer would latch to your arm and accuse you:

“Why are you not calling me that!?” 

You blinked in bewilderment - “...what?” 

Scaramouche huffed, his expression sour - “You know what! Dropping the semi-formalities and using Anata (dear). Don't make me repeat myself.” 

“But that's how married couples refer to each other.”

“So?” 

Silence. The two of you awkwardly stood still, frozen. And then it clicked. “I can’t believe my ears… The 6th of The Fatui Harbinger,” 

“Wait, I take it back –” 

“Is asking me,” 

“Don’t. Don’t you da–” 

“To use anata, like a precious spouse would do to their loved one! Aaa!” - you gushed and beamed, your tone countering Scaramouche’s flustered groans, while he tugged at his hat to conceal his furrowed eyebrows. “Should I welcome you home with a cute pink apron, telling you that dinner and a bath are ready, too? Or maybe, offer you something else… ” 

“You’re insufferable. I regret even bringing this up now.” 

“Fine, Fine. I'll stop." - you sighed after a hearty chuckle. “Sometimes, rigid formalities can appear as an insult too, you know. After all, what sort of sweetheart would I be if I didn’t consider your troubles."

You mused innocently at the mental image of using terms of endearment like a married couple. However, your imagination was interrupted as the Harbinger took it upon himself to grab your waist, pulling you flush against him.

"Did I tell you to stop? If we're going to pretend to be a cute, married couple - then do so properly. Besides, what was that part about offering something else when greeting me back home?” 

✧ When you prepare little surprises for your beloved Pantalone, you often come up to him with contagious excitement, eager to show what nick-nacks and artifacts you brought along. This time, you recently returned from an expedition in Liyue, and as always your affluent partner greeted you with honeyed enthusiasm, embracing you tightly as you spoke of your adventures.

“Pantalone, Pantalone!” - You exclaimed gleefully “I learned something new while I was staying in Liyue Harbour!” 

“Oh? And do tell, sweetheart, what is it that caught your curiosity this time?” - Pantalone spoke elegantly, helping you undress from your adventuring garbs. 

“I was familiarizing myself with certain literary texts and it led me down a rabbit hole of traditional phrases common in Liyue… And I figured out how to call you precious! Bǎobǎo!” (baby) 

Pantalone’s eyes shot wide open with renowned zeal. He grinned and clasped his hands, “Oh, my treasure! How adorable of you! And did you go all the way out just to learn this for me? Let me hear you say it again.”

“Bǎobǎo! It suits you! Or maybe you prefer xīn'gān?” (heart and soul)

Pantalone was ecstatic, his smile further widening - “My, my, you certainly worked on your pronunciation. Your stay in Liyue paid off then, because dear, you are making me swoon with your adorable surprises. Pray tell, what other phrases did you learn?” 

“Well, I was told that lǎogōng (hubby) is good.”

“Mhm, yes, yes.” - Pantalone nodded.

“Also huài bāo,” (naughty)

“O-oh?”

“And wǒ yào nǐ,” (I want you)

“O-.... oh,”

“And also shǐjìn yīdiǎn (go harder), but I was told this one is a little bit intense.”

The Regrator became motionless. You gazed at him with such pure naïveté, so oblivious that your charming perception didn't grasp the weight of these foreign words. He placed his hands on your shoulders firmly and inquired seriously:  

“My sweetheart. Who, exactly, taught you all this?”

“Well, so. There was this lady who had a small perfumery shop by Chihu Rock. I think her name was Ying'er.” - you pondered but smiled “She was a nice lady, she taught me all these phrases, and said they would work like a charm!”

Pantalone had to exert all his mental strength to avoid fainting or exploding. He is unsure of what exactly, but one more word from you and he'd drop to his knees with a ring for you. Rather than translating your earlier words, the Harbinger lets out a shaky sigh and focuses on controlling his hitched breathing.

“Oh, Shǎguā (silly). If you were unsure of the words' meanings, you could have just asked me and I would have demonstrated. Personally.”

✧ It was another day at Tartaglia’s family home in Snezhnaya. You visit him often and his family has long since welcomed you as part of their household. Especially the siblings, as Teucer and Tonia always welcome you with tight embraces whenever you arrive. 

When you found your beloved Childe in the kitchen, he innately greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, asking: “You’re right on time, sweetpea. We’re planning on making homemade meat dumplings. Maybe some borscht as a side dish too. Is that okay with you?” 

To which you simply nodded, already moving to help - “Of course, milyy (sweet). Do you need me to start with the bullion?” 

The Harbinger stopped. He never heard you use native terms, but when he registered your words, his head quickly snapped toward you in astonishment.

“Do my ears deceive me?! Did you just call me…!” 

Aha, so you got him. You tried to hide your giddiness, a faint grin threatening to appear - “Well, I just tried to use something new. You love nicknames, right? So perhaps…” 

“Say it again!” - The man practically leaped at you, his eyes now glowing with elation as he hyped you up to reveal your cards. 

“Okay, okay big guy, just take it easy. I just said milyy (sweet). Maybe you’d like it if I said… lyubimyy (darling)?”

Tartaglia gasps as your sweet words hit his ears, but then a wide grin spreads across his face. “Oh, is this a challenge? If so, fight me! I will shower you with more love for each sweet word coming out of your mouth. But I warn you, you'll have to use them a lot more often from now on.” 

He kisses your cheeks again, this time with even more passion and fervor while he cupped your cheeks. His lips felt like waves crashing against the shore, and each one left an invisible imprint of love and adoration on your soul. As you chuckle at his affectionate antics, small hushed voices interrupt you two. 

Teucer and his sister Tonia were peeking behind the kitchen door, giggling as they eavesdropped on you two. However, when Tartaglia caught their gazes, the rascals scurried away giggling.

“Hey! Quite sneaking in! Did your parents not teach you to give adults some privacy?” 

Latin: melimelum (honey-apple), mel (honey), corculum (sweetheart) German: geliebter (Loved one), herzblatt (sweetheart), engelchen (little angel) Nahuatl (Aztec): notlazohtlé (my darling/precious thing), yōltzin (lover) Persian: azizam (my dear) Arabic: habibi (my dear), Ya balsam qalbi (O balm of my heart), qalbi (my heart), kalbi (my dog, lmao)  Japanese: Anata (informal you, dear for couples)  Mandarin: Bǎobǎo (baby), lǎogōng (hubby), huài bāo (naughty), wǒ yào nǐ,” (I want you), shǐjìn yīdiǎn (go harder), Shǎguā (silly melon) Russian: milyy (sweet), lyubimyy (darling)

*While I speak Arabic, and Russian and know a little bit of Japanese; If you have some additional info on the linguistic part, or speculation or spot some inaccuracies - please, please, please 🙏 kindly share them with me! I am open to fixing any mistakes. Or if you just have headcanons and love projecting certain languages onto these characters like I do - share them with me! 

Thank you 

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CHANGBIN SKZ CODE, EP.45

🎬 UPCOMING SERIES: "Not Even the Gods Can Keep Me from You" !!

PAIRING: Odysseus! Gojo Satoru x Penelope! Reader

GENRE: Historical Drama | Romance

STATUS: Coming Soon

SYNOPSIS: Gojo Satoru was meant to return home after the war, but the fates had other plans. Twenty years, countless trials, and a relentless storm of enemies stand between him and his beloved.

INSPIRED BY: EPIC the Musical by Jorge Rivera-Herrans

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TEASER:

"Promise me you'll come back."

The scent of iron and smoke still clings to him, a ghost of the battles he's fought, but when her fingers trace the scars on his skin, he realizes—this is the kind of war he fears most. Not one of swords and blood, but of longing, of a love so deep it threatens to unravel him more than any enemy ever could.

"I will," he swears, managed to choke out, pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles. "Not even the gods can keep me from you."

But the gods are listening as they are cruel.

That single moment lingers, just for a moment. Gojo Satoru cradles his newborn son in his arms, his thumb brushing gently over the baby’s impossibly small fingers. The little boy stirs, letting out a soft whimper, and Gojo leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead.

"My little warrior," he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. "My Son..."

His heart clenches. This should be a beginning, a lifetime ahead of teaching, guiding, watching his son grow. Instead, it feels like an ending.

A final farewell.

He straightens, eyes meeting Y/N’s—the love of his life, the woman he is leaving behind. She holds their son close, her expression unreadable, but he knows. He knows the weight of this goodbye will never fade.

"I will come back to you."

Not even the gods can keep him from them.

🌊 THE JOURNEY BEGINS SOON.

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