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What if Gojo killed the Star Religious group?

A small drabble I wrote on the short and immediate aftermath of the Hidden Inventory arc. I always wondered what would happen if Gojo decided to kill all of those people. And what would happen to Suguru as a result?

It’s rather short, I wrote it a few years ago and posted it on Ao3. I’ve fixed it with some edits and improvements. Contains a Suguru who doesn’t quite understand his feelings for Satoru- but he has them anyway.

Tags

-angst -unspoken feelings -the idiots are emotionally stunted -suguru wasn't there -suguru pov -trauma -there is no happy ending but it's not a sad one either -our blue still lives -youth, ah youth -denial

Here it is; enjoy :)

Cup Noodles

All things considered, maybe Suguru would’ve rather found Satoru dead.

If he really thought about it, maybe it would’ve made more sense to Suguru if he had bid his final farewell to a corpse. To mourn Satoru at his grave and curse the elders for letting another teenager die. But of course, Satoru could not confine himself to tradition, nor the mere concept of normal.

Non-standard, perhaps, and yet so predictable in his unpredictability.

Satoru had gone and massacred the entire Star Religious Group after Amanai had been killed. Satoru, in all of his power, had decidedly made a mess of the entire affair. Both metaphorically, and literally. Mangled corpses littered across the grounds, the walls of the building left in tact, if not for the cracks caused by the bodies thrown across them, and the gore left in their crevices. Suguru knew that Satoru could be clean with his technique. He could be fast too, eviscerate them all in a splatter, leave nothing but a pool of blood in his wake. Instead, he tortured them. Slowly, and deliberately. And judging by the fact that all of their faces had been left in tact, frozen in looks of horror and fear, Suguru could see the warning Satoru left behind.

This was personal.

Obviously, Suguru didn’t believe it. He didn’t want to. But also, it made sense, of course Satoru would just go ahead and do that. Despite that assassin telling him that he had managed to kill Satoru, shortly after shooting Amanai dead in front of him, of course Satoru had gone and risen from the dead with a revenge. He bets that man had died too, probably torn to shreds by Satoru himself. What a fool for even considering that Satoru had died- The voice in Suguru’s head grabs himself by the shoulders and repeats the sentence like a curse.

Nobody could kill Gojo Satoru.

“By law of Jujutsu Society, Special-Grade Curse User Gojo Satoru is now to be executed on-sight, for the murder of over 50 non-sorcerers.”

Suguru scoffs at the mere thought of it.

Nobody could kill Gojo Satoru.

Amongst the chaos of it all, Shoko still finds time to pull out a cigarette and smoke it, sitting on the edge of the engawa. She somehow knows Suguru stands behind her, because she comments on the situation in a way that could only be directed at Suguru.

“Looks like you’re their new golden boy.”

Suguru’s ears begin to ring. He can’t find it in him to respond. Shoko fills the silence for both of them.

“Issuing an execution, huh? You and I both know that’s not possible.”

Shoko takes another drag, then turns to meet Suguru’s numb expression. She tosses her cigarette, stomps on it, and walks past Suguru.

“Say hi to him for me, will ya?”

Amongst all… this, amongst all the corpses and curses and suffocating elders, something dies alongside it, and as Suguru truly begins to realise the true weight of the situation, he can only cradle it and watch quietly as life slips from it and fades away.

He and Satoru were doomed from the start, weren’t they?

-

Suguru had received the text at 3:32 am. Suguru was still awake, at that point. Not like he ever slept any earlier on a normal night, anyway. Satoru had shut his phone off (as evidenced by the lack of response to calls or messages), but Suguru assumed he turned it back on to send him the message.

Suguru had two options.

One- Rat him out, show it to the elders and maybe settle this all for good, maybe they could all die trying to kill the strongest.

The other, throw on a hoodie and head for the nearest train station.

Suguru carefully turns the knob on Satoru’s dorm, packs an extra set of clothes and heads off, with extra cash in case they find an open convenience store. He takes care not to use any cursed energy on the way to the address Satoru sent him, lest someone decides to track him down.

As footsteps stomp on gravel, Suguru swallows the building bile in his throat, and ignores the growing ache in his heart. It all builds, it swirls and it rings, and Suguru feels drowned in that taste of vomit-rag. He could not throw up a curse, but it damn well felt like he would.

He realises he forgot to bring a hair tie. He couldn’t quite care to turn back to get one.

Gravel turns to pavement, and his feet hit the road.

At least, his goodbye would be on his own terms.

-

“You’re early.”

Suguru glares at Satoru, the lack of bloodstains adorning him unnerving. A constant reminder of the infinite space between them. And for the first time since they had met, Suguru genuinely considers Satoru as somebody untouchable.

“I guess I brought extra clothes for nothing.”

“Nah, I’ll still need them. Thanks for showing up.”

“…Yeah.”

Suguru sighs, tossing Satoru the backpack and sitting down at a table outside of the convenience store. Satoru opts for changing in the washroom inside, leaving Suguru alone with his thoughts. He then decides he doesn’t like his thoughts, so he wanders inside and buys two cup ramens for them, extra spicy, just because he can.

He tears the packets and pours them over the solid noodles, making sure each packet ends up empty. He fills them with hot water from the dispenser at front, carefully filling the water to the line. He brings them out to the table, setting their chopsticks on the lids to let the noodles cook.

He looks at the watch in the store- 4:06 am. The worker is playing on a DS behind the counter. Suguru lets himself become absorbed in the tedium, the faint sounds of beeps. Because otherwise he might just punch something.

Satoru eventually walks out of the washroom, new clothes on with the backpack thrown over his shoulder. He smiles at the sight of the ramen, then proceeds to sit down in front of a cup, and as a result, in front of Suguru.

“Mind if I keep the bag?”

“Yeah, I’ll just use yours back at the dorms.”

“Got it. Are the noodles cooked yet?”

“A few more minutes.”

“Ah. Wow, extra spicy?”

“Why? Can’t handle it?”

“Oh, shut up.”

It’s easy, Suguru thinks to himself. It’s so easy for them to just talk like this. To act like nothing’s wrong. To share a meal and throw jokes at each other. Satoru smiles, and for a moment, there really is nothing wrong in the world. It’s just them, Satoru and Suguru eating cup noodles at 4am at some convenience store.

Suguru decides to let himself pretend they’re just two normal teenagers, nothing more, and nothing less.

4:11 am.

“Ah, the noodles should be ready now.”

“Great.”

The two rip apart their chopsticks, and peel off the lids. Suguru liked to keep his on, open just enough to be able to access the whole cup. Satoru straight up peeled his clean off. They begin eating.

It’s just them, Suguru thinks. It’s nobody but them.

But it’s never been about just them, has it? It never was.

At least, it shouldn’t have been.

“Why’d you send me a text with your exact location? You know I could’ve come here just to execute you.”

“Well, I trust you.”

Satoru slurps his noodles, and Suguru stares at his.

“After all that, I’m not so sure I can even consider trusting, anymore.”

Satoru is still wearing his shades, but Suguru can feel his piercing gaze. Suguru looks back, and knows without a doubt they lock eyes.

“Did you have a reason?”

“No, not really.” Satoru answers, in the most casual way in the world.

Suguru clutches his chopsticks in a fist.

“Well? Was it worth it?”

“You tell me.” Satoru sits up. “Have they changed at all, back there?”

They’re panicked out of their minds. Suguru scoffs.

“You know they’ll hunt you down.”

“And you know if they do manage to find me-”

“Yeah. The strongest bullshit. Whatever.”

“…Exactly,” Satoru scoffs.

Suguru slowly eats more of his noodles, letting the spice burn on his tongue and sting his eyes.

“I… I want to tell you that we have to protect the weak. You know that as much as I do, no matter how much bullshit you spew about not believing in it.”

It’s just the spice. The ramen is spicy. That’s all.

“If I had arrived there, any earlier… would you still have done it?”

Satoru smiles. “Only if you told me to.”

Suguru swallows the noodles.

“I feel like a hypocrite.”

“Really.”

“You killed them… but I would’ve done the same, wouldn’t I? No matter how wrong it is… I just can’t stand those…”

The echo of a voice, a man standing above him. Was he unconscious? Was he dying? He felt a foot to his face, arrogance in spades. You were both beaten by a monkey like me who can’t even use Jujutsu.

“…Monkeys.”

Satoru offers no reply. Suguru lets his hair fall across his face, obscuring whatever look he might have on his face. Although, Suguru doesn’t know if he’s hiding from Satoru’s face, or hiding his own expression.

“After all they’ve done… How could anyone let them live?”

“Well, I didn’t.”

Suguru pauses, then laughs. He laughs and he cackles and he laughs. He looks at Satoru and everything becomes right. Satoru isn’t laughing though, but the humour is shared when he smiles back. Suguru must be going hysterical. He’s laughing and Satoru isn’t. What kind of world have they come to?

“I hate you.”

“You love me,” Satoru retorts.

“Shut the fuck up.”

For a moment, Suguru dares to feel the swirling in his chest. To dip his toes in and test the temperature. It’s surprisingly warm, almost unsettlingly so.

He’ll leave it be, for now. It’s something he doesn’t have the time to unpack. There are many, many more things that he should be worried about right now.

“Y’know, Suguru…”

“Hm?”

“…”

“Satoru?”

“Nothing, I just- I want you to know that… we’re still the same, yeah? I mean, you can come and hunt me down and try to kill me all you want or whatever, but to me, we’ll still be the same. Always. You’ll still be my… one and only, y’know?”

Suguru chuckles. “One and only? Cheesy shit, dude.”

“I’m being serious. You’re-“

“I know, I’m joking. We’re- we’re fine. Yeah. We’re fine.”

“Good… good.”

“Yeah.”

They finish up the last of their ramen, and it’s 5:24 am. The sun hasn’t risen yet, but the summer days last long, and the beginnings of dusk paint the sky in a dark blue.

Satoru stands up first, throwing the backpack over his shoulder, and tossing Suguru his phone.

“Keep it.”

“I get that you can’t keep it on you because of, well, tracking, but do I have to keep it?”

“Yeah. I’ve taken the sim out, so don’t worry. But there’s like, a whole album of videos and shit. Look at them if you’re bored, or whatever. I know there’s some pretty good music on there too.”

“You won’t miss it?”

“Nah. I’ll get a new phone. Besides, not like this is the last time we’ll ever see each other.”

Suguru shoots out of his seat.

“Wait, what are you planning to do anyway?”

“Well, it’s not like I’m being hunted by the police, and the government can deploy all the SWAT they want and they know it’s not enough to kill me. Let them sort it out. By the end, all I’ll get is a bounty placed on my head, and a legacy as the Jujutsu world’s boogeyman.” Satoru waves his arms around dramatically as he begins cleaning up his mess of a ramen cup.

“You’re not explaining anything.”

Satoru crumples the ramen cup in his hands. There’s a pause, and then, there’s Satoru’s angry voice. Except, it’s a different type of anger. A kind that Suguru hasn’t heard in his voice before. “I don’t, fucking, know, Suguru. I don’t fucking know. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna say fuck all and hand myself in. I’ll figure it out, eventually. And you’re gonna be told to go and find me, and you’re gonna be told to kill me. And every single time, you’re gonna fail, and we’ll keep meeting anyway.”

Suguru lets out an exasperated sigh. So much for preparing to bid farewell.

“Don’t go too far, yeah?”

“Don’t worry. I don’t think I can anyway.”

They throw out their ramen cups, and begin walking to the train station. It’s a silent walk, and Suguru absorbs every step they take, every moment they spend. The grey of the pavement, the dark blue of the night sky shifting into something purple. The sun is rising. Satoru walks next to him, the sound of his feet hitting the ground as a small reassurance that he’s still there- that his barrier wasn’t up. And Suguru realizes, Satoru is pretending too. That they’re two, normal people. On a very normal walk, on a very normal morning.

So Suguru takes it in- this normalcy. And he clings to it, tighter than he ever has before. And as they pass through the entrance gates of the train station, Satoru stops walking. He’s headed in a different direction, opposite to where Suguru needs to go.

This is it.

“So. See you later, then?”

Satoru grins. That stupid, shit-eating grin that Suguru hates.

No, he loathes it.

Suguru grins back. “Yeah. See you. Oh, and Shoko says hi.”

“Tell her I said hi back.”

“Yup… Satoru?”

“Yeah?”

Suguru doesn’t quite know what to do. He hasn’t said many goodbyes, and with the ones he has, he hugged them and promised not to die. He doesn’t exactly miss his parents though, not like he knows he will with Satoru.

He’s gonna fucking miss Satoru. Like a damn lot. A fucking ton.

It’s not like he’ll ever admit that though.

“Nothing. You’re just stupid.”

“You’re so mean to me, Suguru.”

“You deserve it.”

The silence rings between them one last time, and Suguru drinks it all in. The white of Satoru’s soft hair, the pale glow of his skin, the line of his jaw and the shapes of his build, the faint blue that peeks through his shades. He drinks in Satoru, in perhaps, the last glance he will take at him as just two, normal teenagers.

And Satoru stands there, as if waiting. And Suguru realizes, Satoru won’t go unless Suguru lets him.

Suguru swallows the vomit-rag taste in his throat.

“Until next time, then.”

“Mhm!”

They don’t hug. They don’t shake hands. Not even a high-five. Satoru just nods, smiles that stupid smile of his, and turns on his heel. As he walks away, Suguru no longer hears his footsteps. So Suguru does the same. Turns on his heel, and walks away. Miraculously, his train arrives at the platform the moment he looks at it. He boards it, and doesn’t look back.

Who knows what he would’ve done if he ever decided to look back.

-

6:02 am is when Suguru steps foot back into Jujutsu High. He knows nobody is awake with the lack of response as he steps through the barrier, and heads back to the dorms. And for the first time, in all of 48 hours, Suguru feels the heart-crushing weight of absence.

Satoru was no longer someone by his side.

This sinks in, as he walks into the dorms and there is no obnoxious chatter following him. Yet despite this, Satoru overwhelms his life like vines overgrown on a home old enough to have leaks.

He steps back into his own room, and Satoru lives in the place. The scratch on the wall from that time they had gotten into a fight while playing Super Mario Bros. The way the curtains were always closed because Satoru’s eyes were sensitive to too much light. A pack of hair ties Satoru bought for Suguru as an apology for said Mario Bros fight.

One of Satoru’s hoodies strewn across Suguru’s chair. A pile of manga the two of them traded so often, Suguru was sure neither of them remembered who bought what anymore. Stacks of video games, misplaced socks and clothes, manga and notebooks and pens and pencils, posters and cd’s.

So many bits and pieces of his life had only existed as a result of Satoru. And Satoru just wasn’t there anymore.

They say that you don’t realise what you have until it’s gone. Suguru learns that this rings true the hard way.

Satoru might’ve been alive, but not in the way Suguru knew him to be. Reachable by text. A knock next door. A tap on the shoulder. A kick to the shin.

Satoru would now always be farther and farther and unreachable than ever, and Suguru can only find it in him to laugh.

An arrogant, obnoxious, self-absorbed prick. Beyond his capacity for greatness, there was nothing more to him than that. Just another person to walk through Suguru’s life- that’s all he’ll ever be.

Suguru turns down the hall, swings Satoru’s dorm room open, kicks the door shut and collapses onto his bed.

Suguru feels an object press into his thigh from his pocket. Nah. I’ll get a new phone. Besides, not like this is the last time we’ll ever see each other.

He takes Satoru’s phone out of his pocket, and tosses it onto Satoru’s messy drawer.

He’s tired, Suguru decides. For a moment, just a moment, he’ll pretend nothing has changed.

We’ll still be the same, yeah?

(He hopes they will. God, he hopes they will.)

You’ll still be my… one and only, y’know?

(That hurt. Why did that hurt? Why did it make his heart pound and his head spin? Why’d that make him want to throw up and punch the living shit out of Satoru? One and only? Seriously? Did he really have nobody else? Was he the only person Satoru even considered? And why does the implications of that make him want to damn it all and find Satoru himself? Join him on whatever stupid escapade he was on? Betray all of Jujutsu Society and everything he stood for while he was at it?)

Suguru shuts his eyes.

(Things would be easier if they had just forgetten about each other.)

I don’t. Fucking. Know, Suguru.

He takes a deep breath.

(He hates Satoru.)

You love me.

The world stills. Suguru falls asleep. And he dreams of a world where Satoru never left, where he never killed those people, where he stayed alongside him, where things never change. And for some reason, Suguru doesn’t find comfort in that dream. Because somewhere along the way, it all goes wrong, and Suguru ends up dead in an alley.

When Suguru wakes up, he doesn’t remember much of the dream. But he continues on with the small notion of the possibility, that it could be worse. It could all be much, much worse.

And he’ll see Satoru again, someday, somewhere, even if as enemies, Suguru knows.

That at some point, there was just the two of them. And it would always be the two of them, even if the world demands otherwise.

You’ll still be… my one and only, y’know?

“ i’ve got something to confess…i keep you in my pocket to use…. you’re my only compass, i might get lost without you. ”

𝓢ynopsis: toji, your boyfriend, after escaping from the oppressive zenin clan with your help, has managed to find peace and happiness at your side, forming a small family with you and your son, megumi. now, with his heart full and his future clear, he gathers his courage to ask you the question he’s long kept close: will you be by his side, not just today, but for all the days to come?

pairing: toji x fem!reader

cont: pure fluff!!

wc: 944

────       𝓢ince the day Toji met you, his life had shifted like night to day. For so long, his world was a bleak, unforgiving place, suffocating under the weight of the Zenin Clan’s shadow. From the moment he could remember, they had stolen his peace, filling his life with violence, betrayal, and endless despair. But then you came—an unexpected light, so steady and unwavering, guiding him out of that suffocating darkness.

It was you who gave him the courage to break free, to turn his back on the demons of his past and embrace a life he’d never dared to dream of. Now, away from the poison of the clan, Toji finally knew peace. He wasn’t perfect—his work with the Time Vessel Association still bore its own burdens, and the itch of his gambling addiction lingered like a storm on the horizon. Yet, for you, for the person who held his heart so tightly, he was determined to be better.

You weren’t just his love. You were his everything. His sun. His reason for trying, for smiling, for waking up every morning with hope in his chest. And there was one other piece of light that had crept into his world: his son, little Megumi. Barely a year old, Megumi was a miracle—a reminder that even in his broken life, something pure and beautiful could exist. Toji adored him, fiercely and protectively, holding onto him as if the boy was the fragile thread that tied his family together.

It was a golden summer afternoon when this small family—yours, his, and Megumi’s—shared a moment of calm. The backyard buzzed with laughter and warmth as close friends gathered for a poolside day. Children dashed across the grass, their shrieks of joy filling the air, and little Megumi had found a fast friend in Itadori, a boy with the same playful, unrelenting energy. They chased each other around the yard, giggling, their tiny feet padding against the ground.

You leaned back, soaking in the scene, but something tugged at the edge of your attention. Toji wasn’t himself. He sat near you, his eyes sharp and restless, his jaw tightening every so often. Though his lips curved into a faint smile, you could tell it wasn’t quite reaching his heart. You caught his gaze and raised a brow, silently asking if he was okay. He shook his head slightly, dismissing your worry, and you let it go—for now.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky and the guests prepared to leave, Toji excused himself. You watched him slip inside the house, confusion creeping in. Moments later, he returned, and this time, something was different. His entire presence seemed to glow—his shoulders relaxed, his steps confident, his eyes brighter than you’d ever seen them.

“Hey, everyone,” he said, clearing his throat and catching the attention of the group. The chatter fell silent, curiosity sparking in their eyes. Toji looked at you then, and you could feel the weight of his gaze, heavy with something unspoken yet overwhelming.

He took a step closer to you, rubbing the back of his neck—a small crack in his usual unshakable demeanor. His voice was lower now, softer, meant only for you despite the crowd around him.

“Babe,” he started, his lips twitching nervously. “We’ve been through so much together. More than I ever thought I’d survive. You’ve… you’ve changed everything for me. You gave me a life I didn’t think I deserved. You gave me hope. And Megumi… you gave me a family.”

Your breath caught, the air around you suddenly thicker, the moment stretching out. Toji paused, swallowing hard, his fingers curling into fists as if steadying himself. Then, as if he could hold it in no longer, the words tumbled from him, raw and honest.

“I don’t know how to say this in a way that does justice to what you mean to me, but… I want you forever. I want to keep waking up next to you, keep watching you laugh, keep being the man you make me want to be.” He dropped to one knee, and the air around you seemed to explode with gasps and murmurs from your friends.

Toji reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, simple ring—modest, but gleaming with a kind of care that took your breath away. His voice cracked as he spoke, but his words were steady, strong, and utterly sincere.

“Marry me, sunshine. Be mine forever.”

The world seemed to stop. All the noise—the laughter, the distant hum of summer, the pounding of your own heart—melted into silence as his words wrapped around you. Toji’s eyes, filled with hope and a rare vulnerability, searched yours, waiting.

And in that moment, there was no hesitation, no second-guessing. Only love.

🏷️ : @lemonlover1110 @sugoroo @wintrrxxo @yung-notorious @jazzthatonewriterchick

that was incredible, i loved it.

You’re amazing for writing it

what if i told you none of it was accidental

part 2

bakugo x reader

You and Prohero Dynamight have been fighting since you guys were enrolled in UA together. It wasn't anything too bad, just the average name calling in public, beefing on twitter, leaving comments under their posts on social media, and throwing shade during interviews.

No one in the public remembered how you guys started having this hate relationship in the first place, it sorta just happened when you both got the hero title.

As both of your popularity grew so did the fans, this resulted in fan wars, competitions in the fandoms, edits online, and there was even a portion on your fans that shipped you guys.

It was more rare to see you guys fighting in person because you both were rarely in the same place together. Only on the occasion of hero galas or when your friends would plan something in the public area would fans see you both, and they ate up the drama every time.

One time a fan caught on video you throwing a plate at Bakugo at a local cafe and yelling something they couldn't make out. It went viral and you both had to put out statements about safety and being nice to others.

Safe to say everyone knew you guys had a rough relationship.

So imagine the shock everyone had when you and Dynamight came out on stage together for an interview.

Walking out onto the stage with Bakugo by your side as everyone in the live audience gasped was a sight to witness. No one knew of your guys appearance, it was only teased as two top heroes being interviewed together.

You couldn't help but smile as the host introduced you both knowing exactly what's going to be talked about today. Both of you getting comfortable on the couch, Bakugos knee touching yours as he manspread.

"Welcome you both to the show I'm honored you guys agreed to be here together." The host beamed. This was the first ever interview you and Bakugo agreed to do together, turning down the rest every time with no hesitation.

You and Bakugo both talked to him a little as he started with the small talk questions slowly trying to ease into the big one you both were here to address.

"Now I think everyone here knows how rough your guys relationship is, I mean just last week Dynamight you commented under their post saying their mother should've swallowed them." The host pulled up the post on the screen behind you guys underlining his comment. Bakugo couldn't help but chuckle as he remembered writing it on his break randomly.

"And you commenting on twitter under a Dynamight edit saying this should come with a trigger warning my eyes just melted." You started to giggle as Bakugo shoved your leg with his.

"Its just some friendly competition right Dynamight"

"If this was a competition I would have won already loser!"

With that you both started bickering in front of everyone. The host started to get nervous, scared things would escalate. "Well moving on! A certain photo has been going viral everywhere and I think everyone wants to know the story behind it." The host said as he pulled up a certain picture.

It was a photo took by an international fan of them with both you and Bakugo.

~~~

You and Bakugo were at a local street market in Brazil, both of you in simple vacation clothes as you guys strolled through the stands. You didn't think anyone would recognize either of you being so far away from Japan and out of your hero costumes in a random market.

As you guys stopped to take a look at some of the native fruit you noticed a young boy with his mother staring at you both. Thinking nothing of it you gave him a small smile and wave, this made the boy spark up in excitement and said something to his mom before running up to you.

"Hello, I was hoping I could take a picture with you an- IS THAT DYNAMIGHT!" The little boy noticed Bakugo behind you and started jumping around in excitement from seeing both of you together.

You couldn't help but think he was so cute fanboying over you both. Even though you knew Bakugo didn't like taking pictures with fans you dragged him to stand next to the boy, you standing on the other side of him as the young boys mother took a picture of the three of you.

The kid couldn't contain his excitement as he hugged your leg and thanked the both of you, only letting go after his mother dragged him away.

You thought it was a funny memory remembering the short but sweet interaction. It was until on the plane ride home did your phone started blowing up from the amount of notifications. It was because the mother of the child posted it with the caption "My son met his fave heroes on our trip to the market and was so excited about being able to meet them together!"

Both you and Bakugo liked the post and commenting "It was lovely to meet them" before putting both notifications on silent.

~~~

"The people want to know, was it just a coincidence you guys were in Brazil on vacation at the same time, in the same place or maybe it was for some type of secret event coming up that involved both of you?" The host asked with some suspense in his tone looking to the crowd.

You couldn't help but break out into a smile and look at Bakugo while he just simply smirked, looking directly into the interviewers camera.

"We were enjoying our honeymoon."

Bakugo your Husband said with a cocky tone as he held up both his and your hand, showing the camera the matching rings on your guys ring fingers.

I was able to modify my OneShot: World Machine Edition

Niko :)

HAHAHA, THIS VIDEO THAT SOMEONE FROM A DISCORD GROUP WHERE I AM MADE IS FUCKING AMAZING

Buff Kip Christmas

A drawing of Magpie that I did because it's almost until Christmas.

Buff Silver

Buff Kip

Buff Lamplighter

Buff Magpie

Buff Magpie

IT'S READY, ALL THE ICONS ARE IN THE STYLE OF THE WORLD MACHINE

I made my own "World Machine" on my PC

Once I Called You Lover

Luigi franticly palmed his way through the unusually darkened Koopa Kingdom and toward Koopa Castle, determined to see the king, plague of darkness be damned. Potholes the size of washtubs pitted the ground around him, nearly causing him to trip over as he grew ever closer to his destination.

Bowser was going to listen to him this time, he will make sure of it!

He just had to.

There was too much at stake if he refused now.

For him and Luigi both.

He sighed as he felt his way towards the main gate. The Koopa guards had long abandoned their posts when the fourth plague came in the form of a swarm of flopters, so there was no fear of being stopped for trespassing. Luigi knelt down and felt around the ground before finding an abandoned torch before venturing closer to the lava moat and dipping one end, lighting it. Though the darkness still obscured his view, the glow of the lava moat and his new torch allowed him to make out the extensive damage the castle took from the bob-omb sized balls of fiery hailstones from two plagues back. Chunks of obsidian stone were missing from the castle's battlements, dashed to pieces by the fiery balls of ice. Stone statues of the gargantuan Koopa we're missing limbs if not completely smashed all together. As he turned his gaze from the building, he felt his heart constrict with sympathy. Whatever damage Bowser's castle had sustained was nothing compared to the absolute devastation that his citizens' homes endured. The few he was able to see had irreparable damage, ranging from nearly being burnt to the ground to being almost crushed by an giant hailstone, or both. Many of the citizens who lost their homes had to take shelter in one of their gaming arenas, leaving the streets completely empty.

So much destruction. And for what?

He placed a hand over his face before taking a shuddering breath.

How did it come to this? He thought to himself.

What was supposed to be a simple plumbing job with Mario to "save Brooklyn" had turned into a few months of a dream turned waking nightmare. And all because of a certain king whose selfishness was going to get others even more hurt.

Including himself.

Suddenly, the castle gates were opened, causing the timid man to jump. He looked down as Kamek, the royal Magickoopa and one of Bowser's closest advisors, glared at him through his thick coke-bottle glasses.

"What do you want?" He sneered, his beak turned up in a snarl.

"I... I need to speak with Bowser," Luigi stammered, holding the light closer to himself.

Kamek scoffed, "Oh, do you now? What else could you possibly have to say, hmm? What? Was turning our only water supply into lava not enough? What about the frogs? Or our moo-moos dying? Hmm, maybe when you gave everyone shellpox?"

"Kamek-"

"Oh wait, maybe it was last time when the swaphoppers destroyed the rest of our crops after the flying balls of fiery hail burnt most of it to a crisp?"

" C'mon-"

"Let's not forget about the skeeters and flopters! Although, I might be speaking to someone else entirely, considering it's so dark here lately, I haven't been able to see my own beak in front of my face!"

Luigi went silent for a moment. He couldn't blame the elderly mage in the slightest for his anger. But the more time he spent with Kamek, the more time was running out.

"Please, Kamek," Luigi begged, "He needs to hear this. If he doesn't, this next plague will destroy us!"

Kamek paused.

He very well knew what Luigi meant by "us".

He growled.

"I swear, if any harm comes to my grandson-"

"That is what I'm trying to prevent!"

Kamek stared at the young human. When he first arrived in the Darklands, his son had just finished conquering almost all of the known kingdoms after Princess Peach rejected his marriage proposal for the last time and fled to Sarasaland, which was currently under siege. He remembered the way that Bowser's obsession of the Princess seemed to melt away in an instant after locking eyes with this green plumber. The two of them connected in a way that he had never seen before, and he could see just how much his very presence brought out the best in him. He was able to make him laugh (and a real laugh, not the hollow-sounding cackle that he adopted during his conquest), he would stay in the library and learn everything that he could about Koopa culture in order to better understand the things that Bowser held near and dear to him.

But what had really won him over was the way Luigi bonded with the Crown Prince.

If Bowser was in love with Luigi, then Junior seemed to worship the ground he walked on. Every waking moment of the day, Junior wanted to spend it with the green clad man, no matter how boring the task. And who could blame him? In the few times that Bowser kidnapped the princess, Peach would sulk in her room and refuse to let anyone inside, even to give her meals. And though she was never cruel to the poor boy (at least not intentionally) the few interactions she did allow were filled with an apathy so palpable that after a while, Junior stopped asking for her altogether.

But then Luigi arrived.

Soon, the halls were filled with the little prince's laughter as the two of them drew together, played video games, went karting around the castle courtyard, and baked delicious treats together. And with the happiness of the prince, the king's happiness was doubled.

Happiness that the scrawny human brought.

It wasn't very long until Bowser was writing love poems and ballads dedicated to literally sing his praises and three months in, he had commissioned an engagement ring for him.

What a shame that it didn't last.

Without another word, he opened the door wider for his supposed-to-be son-in-law to let him in.

"Thank you." Luigi whispered. The elder nodded his head as he passed, but not before calling his name.

"Luigi."

The green plumber turned around to face the elderly Koopa once more. The weariness from the plagues caused him to slouch and lean against the heavy door.

"Convince him. I don't know how much more of this we can take."

With a nod, Luigi ventured further into the castle, the atrium growing darker as he carried the torch inside.

Luigi breathed in the familiar scent of smoke and brimstone that permeated the castle, his heart aching. This was his home. All he had ever wanted was right here. The man of his dreams, a child to call his own. Everything that his heart desired was right inside this castle.

But the ends can't justify the means.

In the absence of the normal hustle and bustle that used to echo in these halls, the sound of a mournful piano concerto filled the air.

Bowser.

Following the sound, he walked the empty halls as memory after memory played like a broken record in his mind.

The awkward first meeting, when the Koopa spun him around in an attempt to interrogate him.

The room he was given after staying in the dungeon for all of 30 minutes before the little prince came and broke him out in order to play with him.

Their talks in the library.

The first dinner date where they talked long into the night and into the next morning.

Bonding with Junior.

Their first kiss.

The proposal.

The night they shared after.

He stopped outside the music room door, the piece nearing its end as he tried to quietly open the door to not disturb him right away. Bowser poured his heart out over the music willing the plumber to both stay rooted to his spot on the floor and to run into his arms as the crescendo rang out of the instrument and slowly began to fade, much to his dismay.

"Bravo, mio Re. Bravissimo." Luigi whispered.

The Koopa king was startled, his claws causing the piano to create a cacophony of mixed up notes. Luigi had ended up right at the base of the floating stage. He growled as he caught sight of his former lover.

"Oh, let me guess. Greenie wants me to 'let the kingdoms go'?" Bowser spoke, sarcasm lacing his words.

In the poor light, Luigi was still able to make out the king's hulking frame as he hunched over the piano keys. A golden goblet sat right on top of the piano as he paused to take a gulp from it.

"I... I was hoping to find you here."

"Get out!" He barked, chucking the half-full goblet at the voice.

Luigi quickly dodged as the cup shattered on the floor next to him, the sheer force behind that throw causing a dent in the obsidian stone floor.

"Bowser, we need to talk."

He slowly inched his way closer to the piano before Bowser let out another snarl.

"Oh really? What else do we need to talk about that we didn't discuss the last nine times you were here?"

With a heave, he got up from the piano bench and stomped past him, nearly toppling Luigi over with his spiked tail.

"Now leave. And don't let the door hit you on the way out."

Luigi breathed out a sigh as he tried to keep up with the fleeing Koopa, his gigantic strides causing him to jog to the throne room after him, torch in hand like he was in the opening ceremony for the Olympic games.

If it weren't for the situation, Luigi would have chuckled at himself.

Bowser, meanwhile, was getting agitated. The green man was the one person he most definitely didn't want to see right now. Or ever again, for that matter.

Liar. His heart seemed to reply.

He finally got to the throne room doors and tried to quickly open and close it before Luigi could follow him in. He didn't care if the room would be pitch dark. In fact, he would actually prefer it at the moment. But the presence of a tiny glow of firelight that lit up the dark room made him aware that his efforts of keeping him away were in vain. Luigi had already found a fire pit nearby and threw his torch into it, lighting the pit into flames for the both of them to see each other better.

With a defeated sigh, he stumbled his way towards the throne, slouching and folding his arms with a pout. It took all of Luigi's willpower to not just go up there and kiss that pout away, just like they used to, but there was too much at stake now.

"Well? Get on with it! Tell me how awful I am and how I am such a monster." Bowser interrupted his thoughts.

The human glanced at the Koopa, a hurt expression on his face.

"You're not a monster."

Bowser scoffed.

"Oh really? Then why did you leave, huh? I get the fact that you would have been startled by my plans for world domination, but to up and leave like that?"

Startled? Luigi thought, That was an understatement.

"Did you know that I had to try and explain to Junior why his Mama was missing? Why every time I looked for you, I could never find you? He was crying every night for two weeks straight!"

Luigi was stricken dumb as his heart sank. He never intended to hurt the little prince. Junior might as well be his own heart, he loved that little boy as if he was his own.

And that's why I got to convince him!

"I-"

"And then, you just decide to show up after abandoning us!"

"I didn't -"

"And then-

"WILL YOU JUST LET ME TALK?!"

Bowser jumped in shock, shutting up immediately. No matter how angry he was, Luigi had never yelled at him like that.

He didn't know whether to be scared, pissed, or aroused.

And he didn't know which one he wanted to feel more.

"Bowser, we both know there is no other option. Your people are suffering; the plagues are not going to stop unless you do what's right and let the other kingdoms go."

And... The feeling's gone.

Bowser huffed at that.

"If that is all you have to say, then you might as well see yourself out. I'll take my chances with the plagues."

Luigi growled in frustration. If he had the power to yank this Koopa around and shake him until he had some common sense, he most absolutely would.

"Stars! Why must you act like such a-"

"Like a what?! Go on, say it!"

After a moment of silence, Bowser huffed again, deciding to be petty.

"Well, at least I am not someone's pawn!"

Luigi felt his blood boil at that.

"You take that back!"

"Why?" Bowser sneered, " Does the truth hurt?"

"At least I actually care about what happens to your citizens! You're so willing to let your people get hurt 'cause of what?! Some... stupid sense of pride?!"

"Do you think I like this?! That I like to see the people I love so much suffering?!"

"Then why don't you just let the other kingdoms go, tu... tu esasperante tartaruga?!"

"Because I will not allow myself to be weak again!"

Luigi was stunned into silence. Bowser slumped back onto his throne, emotionally exhausted. It was no secret that Bowser was a very passionate king. It was regarded as his best (and worst) quality, as Princess Peach had attested when he ran to Sarasaland. His love was just as deep and consuming as his rage and both resulted in something breaking.

Or someone.

Luigi sighed. This was getting nowhere, like the other nine times. Suddenly, he had an idea.

"Why don't we just...talk?"

Bowser did not reply, avoiding eye contact with him.

"No arguments, no fighting, just a regular conversation."

Silence. Bowser was not going to budge, not one bit.

Nope.

Not by a long shot.

Let him stew in his-

"I'm sorry for not saying goodbye."

Bowser looked up at that. The plumber stood still, green cap in his hands, his eyes casted towards the floor as he spoke.

"I'm sorry for hurting you like that. For hurting Junior like that. No matter what I saw, what I heard, I should have at least left you a note. But I... I knew that if I didn't go then and there, I would never leave."

Bowser still didn't reply.

Luigi sat down at the foot of his throne, his back turned to the Koopa before he heard him grumble.

"I didn't know where you were. I thought something bad had happened to you and that you were gone forever. And when you came back, I was so relieved. But then..."

He stopped talking, unwilling to speak on that moment.

The day his world seemed to crash and burn.

He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he himself had spent many a restless night sobbing his eyes out. He never had romantic feelings about anyone in his life. Even with Peaches from before his takeover, which he had now understood as an obsessive infatuation. But Luigi was different, even now.

Luigi was the first and only person he had ever truly loved that wasn't his adopted father or his son.

And the first and only one who truly loved him back.

I highly doubt he loves me now, the Koopa King thought.

Luigi felt his eyes well up with tears of shame. He truly didn't take into account just how much his disappearance affected them. Sure, he knew that Bowser would be upset, maybe even feel betrayed, but he didn't mean for him to worry.

"I meant what I said, y'know. When you first came back."

Luigi looked up and met the king's amber eyes as he stared directly at him, watching his every move before he continued.

"You were my everything. The best thing to ever happen to me. And, to be honest, you still are. Even if you don't love me anymore, I still love you. And whatever I did to loose that love, I'm sorry."

The silence was deafening as Bowser laid his heart bare for the plumber. Luigi's own heart seemed to mend and break as his feet seemed to take a mind of their own. He sprinted up the throne steps, climbed atop the throne armrest and hugged him as best as he could before speaking.

"But that's the thing, amore. I never stopped loving you."

It was then that Bowser felt it.

The fluttering of his heart that he tried to ignore as he took Luigi and held him closer.

"Just as beautiful as the day I lost you," Bowser whispered as he cupped Luigi's face with his paw.

He closed the space between them in a kiss. Time seemed to melt away at that moment and it was just the two of them and eternity. The weeks of pain that they went through was inconsequential, it was just them, that moment, forever.

The kiss broke all too soon as they touched foreheads, their eyes closed.

"I love you, mio Re. Tu avrai il mio cuore per sempre." Luigi whispered.

He felt Bowser set him down on the floor him as he opened his eyes, gasping at the sight before him.

"Then stay. Please."

Bowser was on one knee, a heartbreakingly hopeful expression on his face, and in his claws was a golden ring set with emeralds and a large ruby in the middle.

His engagement ring.

The same engagement ring that Bowser proposed with all those months ago in the castle courtyard.

The same engagement ring that he wore when he ran to Sarasaland to meet up with his brother and Princess Peach.

The same engagement ring he wore when Rosalina, Princess of the Lumas, commanded him to go to Bowser and demand for the freedom of all of his conquests.

The same engagement ring he gave back when he returned the first time.

"I-"

"Mama?" A small voice interrupted.

The couple turned around to see a little Koopaling carrying a flashlight in one claw and a teddy bear in the other.

Junior.

Junior couldn't believe his eyes. His Mama was back home where he belonged. Dropping the stuffed animal at the door, he took a running start at the plumber before taking a flying leap into his arms. Luigi caught him and twirled him into a bear hug.

"I missed-ed you!" The little boy sobbed, dampening the front of his denim overalls.

"I missed you too, il mio Principe." He nuzzled the Koopa prince's fiery locks as he held him closer to him.

Bowser looked on as his two greatest joys reunited, his heart ready to burst. Junior had most definitely taken Luigi's disappearance the hardest. His crying and tantrums were loud enough to tear the paint off of the walls, and he even resulted to that when he learned that his Mama came back, demanding his father to let him see him.

And now his wish has come true.

Settling himself into Luigi's arms, Junior nuzzled his face into his shoulder, taking in his smell.

"You're home! I missed-ed you so much and I don't want you to go again! We can go see the new artwork I made for you and Papa and go round on my clown car and...and..."

Bowser laughed, ruffling his boy's head.

"One thing at a time, Junior. Mama just got back, but you have plenty of time to show him everything once he's all rested. Right, Luigi?"

Luigi's smile slowly began to fade, regret shining in his sapphire eyes. Junior, sensed his Mama's hesitation.

"You are staying this time, right Mama?"

With a shuddering breath, he hugged him closer.

"I'm sorry, tesoro. But I can't stay... Not this time."

Bowser felt his mind do a record scratch halt.

After all of that, after he had handed the plumber his battered and bruised heart once again, even after their declarations of love, Luigi had crushed it in his hands, like it was nothing. And now he has broken their son's heart in return.

"B-but, why?" Junior cried, tears forming in his crimson eyes.

Luigi was silent as Bowser gave a mirthless chuckle.

"Y'know, Luigi? You really had me there for a second."

"Bowser, I-"

"All those declarations of love you just spewed out, just gotta hit 'em where it hurts, right? So go ahead Luigi," Bowser baited, "Tell us. Why?"

"Because... because what you're doing isn't right and you know it, Bowser."

"Right? And what is right? Before I took over, those kingdoms were rife with war and famine, both with us and with each other! The citizens of those other kingdoms were treated unfairly, their leaders did nothing to help the poor and marginalized, so I instilled order by dethroning their corrupt leaders. And I don't know what "Princess" Peach or your nuisance of a brother tried to sell you about what the Mushroom Kingdom was like before, but it was not some happy-go-lucky utopia. In fact, her forefathers had once enslaved my entire kingdom for centuries. Enslaved, Luigi! Treated us like the scum of the earth! Made us fight to the death for their own wars and amusement!"

"And how is that any different, Bowser? How is taking over kingdoms by force any different from what the Mushroom Kingdom did to yours?"

"Because at least I can protect them just like I protect my own kingdom! Or at least I did, until you came along and brought these plagues down upon us!"

Here we go again! Luigi mourned.

"I'm not, Bowser. You are. The more you resist, the worse the plagues will be. If you would just please listen-"

Luigi reaches out his hand to touch his golden scales, but the king flinched away, his temper growing less and less restrained.

"I will not be dictated to. I will not be threatened. I am the morning and evening star. I am Bowser! King of the Koopas!"

"Something else is coming, something much worse than anything before. Please, let go of your contempt for life before it destroys everything we hold dear. Think of our son!"

Bowser looked down as Junior clung onto Luigi's overalls, terrified but unwilling to let go of his Mama as he placed a gloved hand on his tuft of red hair. A moment ago, Luigi's claim to his little boy would have softened his heart, but now all he felt was rage. With a roar of betrayal, he punched his throne, hearing the distinct sound of metal being snapped in half and gems crushing under his palm.

"I do." He growled at last, "And fuck me for not doing this before."

Luigi felt his breath hitch in fear.

"Bowser? Bowser, what are you-?"

"Kamek! Get in here, now!"

With a pop, Kamek appeared on his broomstick, a worried look etched into his face.

"Yes, Your Wrathfulness?"

"Call the troopas! Tomorrow, we attack Sarasaland and destroy all who stand in my way, once and for all! Starting with Mario!"

He turned to the love of his life, a hateful sneer gracing his maw.

"And there will be a great cry throughout all the kingdoms, such as there never has been or ever will be again!"

Luigi's blood froze in his veins as he felt his knees sink to the floor, his grip on Junior growing tighter.

Bowser briefly stole one last glance at his family before glancing down at the crushed ring in his hands, a flash of regret and pain shining in his eyes before stomping past them as he and Kamek made preparations for a full-on ambush. .

The elder mage and the young man gave each other a horrified, knowing glance before the plumber broke down into sobs as king and advisor left.

He was right about one thing: tomorrow, there will be a great cry throughout the kingdoms.

But both his and Bowser's sobs will echo the loudest of all.

You failed. The words buzzed around his mind like an angry swarm of hornets.

"Bowser," He whispered sorrowfully, hugging their scared son for what would be the last time, "You have doomed us all."

An Eternity Without You, is an Eternity of Suffering

TW: Fluff turns to angst :) Neuvillette x Furina aka Immortal x Mortal hehehehe

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“Come on dance with me!” Furina called out to Neuvillette as she stood on the surface of the water. The white haired woman reaching out a hand to him as he stood at the edge of the lake, the turquoise waters lapping at his shoes. “Is the hydro dragon really scared of a little water?” Furina laughed with a smile on her face as she splashed some water in his direction.

“I do not fear the water, I simply-”

“Come on then!” She didn't let him finish his sentence, pulling him along to the center of the lake. (For the purposes of this story Neuvillette can walk on water.) “Neuvillette.” Furina pouted as the taller man attempted to retreat to the safety of the shore. “Dance with me. Please?” She begged, clinging to his arm, “Please Neuvillette, just one dance? And then I promise we can go home. I don’t want to dance alone.”

“...Very well.” He sighed, “One dance it is,” Neuvillette took her hand in his as Furina beamed, he had promised that he would never let Furina dance alone, not ever again. The taller man let her lead him, Furina twirled around him, leading him through the waltz. Neuvillette let himself crack a smile as he admired Furina, the way she would look down to make sure her feet matched with his, the way one strand of her hair curved up and bobbed with each movement. 

“You're surprisingly good at this Monsieur.” Furina smiled, as Neuvillette spun her. 

“Your standards for me are far too low, Lady Furina .” Neuvillette scoffed, “I can dance.” 

“Well how was I supposed to know?” Furina rolled her eyes playfully. “You almost never do.” As the dance came to a close she detached herself from Neuvillette. 

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“Look, it looks just like you.” Furina giggled as she lifted up the soggy creature. 

“It does not.” Neuvillette glanced at the otter she held in her hands. “It looks nothing like me.” Neuvillette sipped his water, turning his head away from the creature.

“Oh come on. Look.” Furina lifted the creature higher, “It looks just like you. It even has your blue horns!”

“It has stripes not horns.” Neuvillette corrected, throwing the creature a subtle glare. 

“Hmph.” Furina pouted, setting the creature down. “I think the Melusines would agree with me.” The former archon huffed, leaning against the taller man, her head against his shoulder as she watched the otters swim and play in the fontainian sea.

“They most certainly would not.” Neuvillette handed Furina a glass of water.

“You say that now.” Furina waved a finger at him. “But just you wait, I’ll ask Sigewinne when we see her again. With how long she spends in the fortress she's bound to see the otters at least a few times.” Furina smirked. “And I’m sure she would agree with me.”

“...I do not look like the otters of Fontaine.” Neuvillette huffed.

“Denial is a river in the Sumeru Desert.” Furina shrugged with a laugh.

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“Stay still Neuvillette.” Furina scolded. 

“I apologize.” Neuvillette tried to stay still as the woman brushed out his hair. Carefully removing any knots and tangles his hair had developed overnight, she did her best in trying not to yank at his hair. However he couldn't help but wince every once in a while when she pulled too hard. 

“You don't even move that much while you sleep. How does your hair get this knotted?” Furina complained as she brushed. 

“I do not know,” Neuvillette replied honestly, “Please be careful with-”

“Be careful with your horns. I know.” Furina laughed, using one hand to gently run her hand over the blue horns that protruded from his skull. They were both hard and soft, it felt like touching water if the water was solid and not wet. “They're so pretty.” Furina smiled as she worked around them. 

“As you have mentioned before.” Neuvillette smiled as he felt the woman start to braid his hair. 

“I can't help it! It is pretty.” Furina pouted. “You have to agree on that.” 

“Hm. Very well I shall agree with you Lady Furina.” Neuvillette watched her work through her reflection in the mirror. “What do you have to do today Lady Furina?” Neuvillette asked as he looked at her, 

“Just some filming.” Furina waved a hand. 

“Are you not worried that you will be late?” Neuvillette inquired, his voice soft.

“No. It's still early in the morning Neuvillette, and we have to film during the day.” Furina laughed, her laugh warmed his heart. 

“I see. And what are you shooting?” He asked softly. 

“Today it's a scene where the man confesses to his lover… but they cannot be together not yet anyway,” She chuckled, “So the man is left alone with his bouquet of rainbow roses at the bench and it's all sad.” 

“I see.” Neuvillette smiled, “I will have to see this film when it comes out.”

“You better!” Furina gasped, “If you don't show up to the premiere I’ll be sad. And mad.” She expertly wove the ribbon into his hair tying the braid. 

“Then I shall be there to witness your new film.” Neuvillette smiled, standing up and offering her a hand. 

“Hmph-” Furina stood up, “You better or I will cry.” 

“Tell me the date of the premiere then ma chérie.” Neuvillette pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. “Have a pleasant day.” He smiled, noticing the blush that dusted her cheeks.

“You too.” Furina smiled, waving him away as she got ready for her day. 

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The clapping faded away as Neuvillette rushed backstage, the performance Furina had put on in the musical had been amazing, oh how he loved seeing her perform. The way she would twirl onstage and smile her blinding smile. Furina in question had already changed out of her costume and was wearing her usual dark blue suit and white shorts, the hydro vision hung off her sash by her waist.

“Oh Neuvillette!” Furina spotted him almost instantly running over. “What did you think?” She beamed, clapping her hands excitedly. 

“I think it was wonderful,” Neuvillette smiled, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. “You really are a wonderful actress ma dulcinée.” He handed her a bouquet of rainbow roses.

“Thank you mon amour .” Furina beamed, gripping the bouquet excitedly. 

“I do think we should celebrate this.” Neuvillette mused, “Where would you like to go eat?” 

“Oh can we go to the Hotel Deboard?” Furina smiled, “They have wonderful desserts.”

“I do hope you don't plan on just eating desserts.” Neuvillette smiled as he walked out of the Opera Epiclese with Furina. “That wouldn’t be very filling.”

“But they're good.” Furina smiled as she walked alongside him, Neuvillettes hand resting on her hip.

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“Neuvillette… I burnt the macaroni…” Furina stared miserably at the blackened macaroni in the pot. 

“Tsk- Let me cook Furina darling.” Neuvillette gently shooed her away from the kitchen. 

“You can't just serve water and call that food,” Furina huffed as she played with a glass that was left out. 

“I will not just serve water.” Neuvillette scoffed, “I will make Consomme Purete.” He announced proudly, “And it will be made using only the finest water-”

“Mon dragon, I think you're the only person in Teyvat who can taste different water. Water is water.” Furina rolled her eyes. 

“It is not!” Neuvillette stared at her, mouth hanging agape. “Furina! Take that back! You know Fontaine has the best water.” 

“How am I supposed to judge when you won't let me near other water?” Furina snorted, “You say Liyue water is salty and full of vortex overlord remnants and you won't even let me try it.”

“Because it’s bad water.” Neuvillette sipped his glass of water. “Its taste is by far the worst out of all seven nations in Teyvat. That much salt would probably kill you Furina.”

“Oh please how salty could it be?” Furina rolled her eyes. “And how in the name of Celestia do you figure out what vortex remnants taste like-” She swiveled her head to give him a pointed stare. “Do you regularly eat vortex remains-” 

“You have gotten off topic.” Neuvillette waved a hand, “I am trying to cook.”

“Answer my question Neuvillette!” Furina whined. 

“No.” 

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Furina pointed as a gold fish swam by. “Look!” She motioned for Neuvillette to follow her as she led him through the kelp forests of Fontaine. Furina spun through the ruins, twirling in the water as if she belonged there all along. Neuvillette smiled as he watched Furina dart around like a fish, dragging him along as she pointed at the animals. 

“Furina I must-”

“No wait, stay a little bit longer.” Furina pleaded. (Idk if you can talk underwater I'm just gonna guess you can in Fontaine) 

“Very well.” Neuvillette sighed. “How could you exploit the fact that I cannot say no to you?” He “reluctantly” swimmed after her, easily catching up to Furina, the water was his domain after all. “Are you enjoying yourself, Lady Furina?” 

“Look at how cute it is!” Furina squealed as she grabbed Nevullittes hand pointing at a sleeping blubber seal. “How is it that it took me this long to go beneath the water? Did you know about this place?” Furina asked as she swam through the kelp forest.

“You have never swam in the Fontaine sea?” Neuvillette raised a brow, that was news to him. 

“Nope! I never knew it was this pretty…” Furina beamed as a school of iridescent fish swam past her. Neuvillette smiled at the sight, watching as fish of all colors swirled around his Furina. As if she truly was the deity of water.

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The sunset glowed white against the water, the waves softly moving and churning with the wind as Furina and Neuvillette sat next to each other by the shore. “Time flies doesn't it Neuvillette?” Furina whispered as she looked out at the sea

“I suppose it does.” The ludex answered softly.

“These past six hundred years have been an interesting experience.” Furina whispered, her head against the stoic man. Unlike her Neuvillette hadn’t aged a day, while Furina’s hair had grayed and wrinkles appeared on her face, the hydro dragon remained the same. However despite her old and weary joints, and her cracking voice, her eyes with their teardrop shaped pupils never lost their spark. “For five hundred of those years I was playing an archon… and for these past hundred… I have been playing myself.” Furina laughed just as she had used to when she was young. “However, these past one hundred years with you… have been wonderful Neuvillette.”

“Amour what are you saying?” Neuvillette looked over at her. 

“I can feel it Neuvillette. My time is almost up.” Furina smiled softly, standing up and extending a hand to him. “Mon dragon, dance with me one last time?”

“I… very well ma déesse.” Nevuillette took her hand, leading her through a careful waltz. Each step felt like a thousand shards of ice piercing his heart as Furina danced with him. Despite her old body, she didn't stumble through the dance, gliding smoothly over the water just as they used to all those years ago. Neuvillette could feel the tears in his eyes, the slow rain that began only confirming that he was crying. Furina paused mid spin, noticing the water droplets that disturbed the stillness of the waters.

“Oh Neuvillette… getting sad again are you?” Furina smiled at him. 

“How can I not?” He replied, his voice cracking with pain. 

“This is the best ending I could ever dream of.” Furina smiled, wiping away his tears with her hand. “After six hundred years… I can finally truly rest.”

“Furina…” Neuvillette held her hand against his cheek as he closed his eyes. “I…”

“I love you Neuvillette, and I will love you for eternity.” Furina wiped his eyes. 

“Furina…” Neuvillette gripped her hand looking at her pleadingly. “An eternity without you… that is an eternity of suffering…”

“Well if you think about it… not even you will live forever…” Furina smiled, “And one day we will be reunited… I promise it…”

“Furina…” The rain hammered down around them. 

“Oh, hydro dragon, hydro dragon… dont cry….” She whispered, her lips ghosting over his for the last time.

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Authors Note:

Furina and Neuvillette have different dynamics based on my mood maybe they are dating maybe they are siblings/family. However, In no world are they both siblings/family and dating. (Dont date your family guys)

September Oneshot Winner!

Hello everyone! It's heirloomgem! I hope my lovely readers are doing quite well!🥰

I would like to announce the winner of this month's one-shot, and it's none other than our handsome gentlemanly salaryman, Nanami Kento (The voting poll here)

I was surprised that Nanami Kento won the poll because I suspected Gojo Satoru would win. You know since he was the strongest and all that jazz but apparently not, lol🤣. He would be surprised to see this that's for sure.

Anyway, Nanami's one shot might take longer to post with my current situation. Thank you for your patience.

If you have any suggestions on what to write for Nanami Kento x Reader, please feel free to drop or suggest! I'm open to any and all ideas!🥰

Though, I won't guarantee that I'll use them but you're welcome to suggest! LOL! I'm such a fickle author. I'm sorry🤣

Someone is being a Karen soooo.... here, credit to the artist...https://x.com/ssss7777_7/status/1715737103722807447... Apologise for not being very demure, very mindful, very cutesy for not giving credit....🙄... I didn't know that there were such strict rules(sarcasm at its finest)...😑Just to be clear the Karen is not the artist... I think

September One Shot Voting Poll & Update

Hello everyone, it's heirloomgem here. I hope you have enjoyed last month's fanfic.

Anyway, before we go for this month's voting poll, I have a little announcement to make.

It's a little sudden but any update or publishing of a one-shot may take longer than usual because I'm having surgery on my arm because of work.

And with the busy season coming at my workplace, after surgery, I will be plunged into work right away, and I won't have much time to recuperate or to write at all.

So I apologize for the slower pace. I might only post one fic for a while or if some unforeseeable accident happens at work, I might go into a little break even though I just started getting active again here, I apologize.

I'll write as much as possible and schedule some fic to post.

But anyway, I won't delay with the voting.

Here are the choices for this month.

P.S. You are more than welcome to send a request for the monthly one-shot.

August One-shot voting poll

Hello everyone, its Heirloomgem here! I hope everyone is doing well.

As everyone knows, we did a voting poll for a monthly one-shot and the result was a landslide victory for YES!😁

Thank you so much for taking the time to vote! It means a lot to me.🥰

Anyways, since the final decision is a definitive YES.

The monthly one-shot voting poll will be with 3 different animes/mangas with each character. You can pick and choose whoever you want and whoever character wins, I'll release a one-shot fic of them.

You can also send me some suggestions/requests regarding the characters that are picked for the month only. However, I won't be able to do all the requests as I'm only picking some to write about.

With that said, I'll be only writing and posting a one-shot on the character who wins.😘

And so without further ado, we'll start now!

Here are the characters for August One-shot series to pick from:

Once 1 week is up and the result is out, I will be posting a one shot series on the winner right after.

Monthly Writing Plan

Hello, my lovely readers. It's me, heirloomgem! I hope that you guys enjoyed my latest fanfic and are doing well.

I'm actually planning on posting a monthly voting poll with 3 different animes or manga with characters to choose from.

You can pick/vote for whoever interests you and either send me any suggestions or request one shot regarding those characters. And whichever character wins on the voting poll, I'm going to post a one-shot series on them.

Please tell me if you are interested in it and I, then, would proceed with this plan.😊

I'm sorry for the past vote that was erased. I have to redo the voting duration. Please forgive me😫😭🙏

i jsut got the oneshot true ending how do i experience all those feelings again auuhgmgmhmhmhngh

El niño del laboratorio

Doied se mantenía trabajando, a pesar de que ahora estaba al mando, su trabajo no disminuía y, de hecho, parecía que todo había empeorado, ahora tenía más obligaciones que antes. Aun así estaba feliz mientras tomaba el lugar de Roier, porque era tan sencillo hacerse el tonto frente a sus “amigos”, ni siquiera su propio esposo se había dado cuenta del cambio.

—     Tan divertido – murmuró para sí mismo mientras analizaba los datos

—     No debería ser divertido – escuchó una voz en su cabeza está era más profunda y seria

—     Lo sé, lo siento… - se disculpó mientras apretaba la pluma con fuerza

—     Recuerda tu trabajo, Doied – ordenó con molestia

—     En eso estoy, Roger – susurro con temor

—     Eso espero, de lo contrario, yo tomaré tu lugar – declaró con molestia y así como llegó, se fue

Doied suspiró con cansancio, su cabeza comenzó a doler, cada vez que Roger se presentaba de esa manera, su cabeza terminaba a punto de estallar. Debería descansar por ese día, volvería a casa y dormiría, eso era lo que necesitaba.

—     ¿Apa? – escuchó al llegar a casa

—     ¡Pepiux! – saludó con emoción mientras lo cargaba – Deberías estar dormido ya

—     Quería esperarte, apa – explicó con pena

—     Recuerda siempre dormir si es que yo llego muy tarde, tú sabes que… a veces tengo cosas que hacer – sonrió con calma

—     Lo sé – asintió contento - ¿Me cuentas una historia para dormir?

—     Claro, Pepito culo chiquito – asintió mientras lo llevaba a su cama

Después de una breve historia para poder dormir, observo a Pepito dormir de manera plácida, siempre estaba todo envuelto como tamal pero sabía que si no lo cobijaba de aquella manera, probablemente el niño amanecería en el suelo y con un chichón en la cabeza.

Decidió irse a dormir finalmente, se había vuelto experto en ocultar sus dolores de cabeza, desde niño había sido capaz de hacer eso. Siempre guardándose para sí mismo lo que sentía, ya sea dolor físico o emocional, todo eso podía ocultarse tras una perfecta sonrisa.

Pero Roier había fallado completamente en guardar la compostura y por eso, tuvo que ser retirado por el momento.

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—     Roger – escuchó que lo llamaban, era aquella voz profunda y dura que lo llamaba cuando era niño

—     N-no quiero – susurro asustado – No quiero ir a la habitación blanca, duele mucho

—     Roger – volvió a llamarlo y no pudo hacer más que ir

El niño fue llevado a una gran habitación blanca con muchos aparatos, aunque no quería sentarse en la silla, tuvo que hacerlo y así sus manos y pies fueron atados, tan apretados que incluso dolía. Pero Roier no podía mostrar ninguna emoción, no mientras aquellos hombres de blanco lo estuvieran viendo y mucho menos aquel que lo llamaba Roger.

Cada día que pasaba era similar, lo levantaban, comía, descansaba, lo llevaban a esa habitación blanca y luego lo dejaban en su habitación. Solo podía salir al jardín una vez a la semana, de lo contrario debía mantenerse en su habitación.

Odiaba el blanco, lo odiaba por completo, prefería el color rojo como la sangre que le sacaban cada semana o el azul, como el azul del cielo que podía ver a través de la ventana.

—     ¡Roier! – escuchó y aunque no podía ver a la persona, sabía de quién se trataba

—     Culckity – bromeó mientras se sentaba recostado en la puerta, estaba demasiado cansado como para intentar ver por la ventanita

—     Es Quackity, ya te lo dije – reprocha con malhumor

—     Lo sé, lo sé – asintió con una gran sonrisa - ¿Qué quieres?

—     ¿Fue duro? – preguntó con temor

—     Un poco – asintió sin ganas – Aunque hoy me dieron un palo, me pidieron que golpeara un muñeco

—     ¿De verdad? Yo soy muy malo en eso – contestó preocupado - ¿Crees que se enojen si lo hago mal?

—     No lo creo, osito bimbo no se enoja – negó recordando al doctor que siempre lo cuidaba, no al que lo llamaba Roger, al que si lo llamaba Roier

—     Ya – asintió - ¿Sabes? Últimamente he sentido algo raro, es como si mi mente a veces se dividiera. You know what I mean? It’s really weird, I don’t know how to explain to you…

—     Qulkity no entiendo cuando hablas así – señaló, entendía un poco pero no todo

—     Oh, otra vez lo hice, lo siento – se disculpó de inmediato

—     Quackity – escucharon y Roier sabía que ahora era turno de Quackity

—     Nos vemos, Roier – se despidió el niño

Como pudo, Roier se levantó para simplemente regresar a la cama y acostarse, estaba demasiado cansado como para seguir de pie. Algo que le pasaba más a menudo, era el olvidar cosas, algunas cosas que Quackity le dijo u otras que él mismo hizo.

—     Roger – escuchó

—     Tsk, otra vez – murmuró el niño pero el hombre vestido de blanco sabía que había algo extraño – ¿Y? ¿Me vas a llevar o puedo seguir durmiendo?

—     ¿Roier? – escuchó detrás de la puerta blanca al frente y sabía que era Quackity

—     Es Roger y no te metas, Quackity – le ordenó mientras caminaba de mala gana detrás del hombre de blanco

Al analizar la actitud del niño veían la diferencia, ahora era más rudo, más insolente y más fuerte. Su postura era diferente, su mirada también, probablemente si el niño tuviera un arma en las manos, daría muchísimo miedo, pero al estar desarmado no podía hacer mucho daño.

—     ¿Van a comenzar? – cuestionó molesto – Apresúrense – ordenó

Con el pasar de los días se fueron dando cuenta, el niño tenía distintas personalidades y todas muy diferentes entre sí. Durante algún tiempo pensaron en él como un experimento fallido, pero tal vez no era un experimento fallido, tal vez habían logrado algo nuevo.

—     ¿A dónde me llevan? – cuestionó molesto – Se supone que las pruebas terminaron por hoy

—     Silencio, Roger – ordenó el hombre

—     No me voy a callar ¿por qué Quackity sigue durmiendo? ¿Qué le hicieron? – continuó molestó

A pesar de las preguntas, no hubo respuesta, simplemente continuaron llevándolo a la fuerza, pasaron por varias salas, en todas Roier ya había estado y ya habían experimentado con él en ellas, ahora se dirigían a la sala del fondo, no sabía que le harían allí y tampoco quería saberlo.

Al entrar en la sala lo hicieron atravesar una puerta de cristal, era como una pequeña sala de vidrio dentro de ese cuarto tan blanco. No sabía exactamente qué ocurriría ahí, pero tenía miedo. Por primera vez tenía miedo, sus manos temblaban y dudaba mucho poder mantenerse en pie.

No escuchaba nada de lo que pasaba detrás de la pared de vidrio, simplemente observó un botón verde y muchas luces comenzaron a rodearlo. Quería encontrar una salida pero no pudo encontrar algo, solamente una rejilla de ventilación que estaba al otro lado del vidrio y unos ojos, eran unos ojos muy bonitos y azules.

—     Azul – murmuró antes de caer inconsciente

Uno de los hombres de blanco notó la mirada de Roier y la dirigió hacia el lugar que veía, era la rejilla de ventilación pero no había nada ahí ¿o sí? 

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Doied despertó con la respiración acelerada y sudor en la frente, ese había sido un sueño, solamente un sueño, ya no sucedía nada de eso porque ahora era él quien se encargaba de los experimentos, él ya no era un experimento. 

— Ya no lo soy - murmuró asustado 

— ¿Apa? - cuestionó Pepito al subir la escalera 

— Ah, Pepiux - lo saludó intentando mantener la compostura - ¿Aún no te duermes? Vamos, te llevaré a la cama otra vez - sonrió levantándose de la cama 

Sí, él ya no estaba en el laboratorio, ahora tenía una casa y tenía un hijo, tenía amigos, tenía una familia… 

— No por mucho tiempo…

Hola, pues este es un pequeño hc que tengo sobre el lore de Roier, no sabemos exactamente como va su lore, pero desde antes imaginaba a su cubito con TID o trastorno de identidad disociativo. Así que después de ver un poco más de su lore, me imagine este hc y lo traigo por acá. No sé si pueda hacerlo pero si me inspiro lo suficiente, tal vez pueda hacer otros hc, tal vez uno de Quackity y otro de Cellbit, todo dependerá de sí me inspiro lo suficiente. Por el momento espero lo hayan disfrutado y disculpen cualquier error <3

E tome supermarket

Fit, el jefe de la mafia, un hombre calvo e intimidante. No podías siquiera pararte frente a él sin que te temblaran las piernas del miedo, nadie podía hablar con él sin tartamudear e incluso, él parecía disfrutar aquello. 

Aunque sus subordinados sabían que a Fit no le gustaba la ineficiencia, también sabían que no era usual que su jefe fuera cada mañana o cada noche a aquel supermercado. Mucho menos en un área muy diferente a donde se localizaba su propia mafia. 

“E tome” 

Se leía en el pequeño edificio, incluso podían ver a un hombre guapo entrar y salir con cajas en sus manos, corría de un lado a otro intentando acomodar las cosas y cobrar a las personas. Era todo un lío y mucho más en la hora pico. 

Ellos solo habían seguido a su jefe, Fit. Solamente querían saber qué tanto hacía en aquel supermercado y lo que vieron los dejó en shock. 

El señor Fit estaba ahí, en el pequeño supermercado, se tardaba demasiado entre cada estante de la tienda, parecía estar muy atento a cada producto que ahí había y lo más sorprendente, Fit parecía tener muchísimo cuidado para no estorbar o molestar al dueño del supermercado. 

Esperaron un poco más y finalmente su jefe estaba listo para irse, con sus cosas en la canasta se acercó a la caja y, en lugar de robarlas o exigirle al cajero que lo atendiera inmediatamente, esperó pacientemente su turno. 

— Good morning - saludó el joven con una sonrisa y su acento denotaba que era de un país latino tal vez…

— Ehm… Bom dia - soltó Fit con rubor en sus mejillas

Los espectadores estaban impresionados, porque Fit jamás le hablaba en otro idioma a otra persona, lo usual era el inglés. Solamente había una excepción, su hijo Ramón. 

¿Eso quería decir que aquel cajero era alguien tan especial como lo era Ramón?

Lastimosamente esa duda quedaría en el aire, porque su jefe los había descubierto y les había dado esa mirada. 

Ahora trabajarán hasta que su jefe pueda perdonarlos.

Hola, vuelvo yo aquí y mostrarles algo que acabo de escribir. Leí en twitter a alguien hablando de Fit como jefe de la yakuza y a Pac como dueño de un supermercado. Simplemente no pude no hacerlo y aquí está, algo chiquito pero bonito, espero.

Problemas de huevitos

Richas veía inquieto a su hermano menor, al parecer el pequeño no podía dormir y no entendía cuál era la razón, se suponía que ya debería de estar cansado después de un día de caminar mucho. Richas recordaba que a la edad de Pepito, él literalmente caía desmayado en su cama después de todo un día de juegos con sus padres. 

— Ya ¿qué te pasa? ¿Por qué no duermes? - cuestionó molesto por no poder dormir 

— Mm… Hermano ¿A ti apa te dijo Richas, verdad? - preguntó de manera tímida 

— Sí, ese es mi apodo - asintió 

— ¿Apodo? - preguntó confuso 

— Sí, un apodo es como las personas te llaman en lugar de tu nombre, tu te llamas Pepito pero Pa Roier te dice Pepiux y ese es un apodo - explicó con calma 

— Apa te extrañaba mucho - murmuró recordando lo que había escuchado de Roier 

— Supongo que sí, yo lo extrañe mucho a él y a mis demás pais - explicó con una sonrisa 

— Pero Apa realmente te extraño, a ti, a Leo y a Gatinho, creo que dijo que era su hermana y su esposo - comentó con tristeza - Incluso extraña mucho a Bobby 

— Todos extrañamos a Bobby, Leo está bien solo sigue dormida y Pai Cellbit volverá pronto, estoy seguro - asintió seguro 

— Pero apa los quiere más a ustedes - continuó Pepito - A mí… dice que me quiere pero ¿realmente me quiere? 

— Por supuesto que sí, Pa Roier te quiere mucho - asintió Richas confundido ante la inseguridad del menor - ¿Por qué piensas lo contrario? 

— La noche antes de que lo tratara mal - comenzó temeroso - Lo escuche hablar, pensé que estaba dormido pero no era así… decía cosas como “no puedo hacerlo, no otra vez” y “los extraño tanto, ¿donde están?” - contó recordando brevemente las palabras - Decía muchas más cosas, pero sentí en ese momento que no me quería, que no podía conmigo - murmuró con lágrimas en los ojos - Soy muy torpe y no entiendo muchas cosas, pero me dolió mucho el pecho al verlo llorar y no poder abrazarlo. Quiero ser un buen Pepito para apa, pero quisiera que él fuera feliz conmigo como yo lo soy cuando estoy con él - sollozo intentando taparse con la manta 

Richas observó aturdido a su nuevo hermanito, no podía creer que ese pequeño se sintiera de esa manera, daba por hecho que Pepito estaba bien y que era inocentemente tonto. Lo había subestimado por completo, no podía hacer más que culparse a sí mismo por no haber esperado algo como esto, después de todo casi lo mata en la tarde. 

— Tonto, le diré a pa Roier que estás pensando tonterías - amenazo pero así también lo saco de entre las mantas y lo abrazo - Él te quiere, pero es difícil para él, todo esto. Así como tu te sientes triste, él también se siente así, porque Pai Cellbit no está

— No me gusta ver triste a apa - sollozo abrazando a su hermano 

— Entonces debemos hacerlo feliz, mientras esté con nosotros hay que hacerlo feliz, no será fácil pero estoy seguro que entre los tres podremos hacerlo - sonrió acariciando el cabello del menor 

— ¿Tres? - preguntó sin entender 

— La tía Leo, tú y yo, nosotros lo haremos feliz - explicó recordando a su tía 

— ¿Conoceré a la tía Leo? - cuestionó cambiando su expresión triste 

— Sí y estoy seguro que ella te dará tostadas con mermelada cuando te vea, te va a cuidar como yo te cuidaré - explicó con una sonrisa aliviada al ver el cambio de ánimo del menor - pero hay que dormir si no quieres que pa Roier nos regañe 

— Uhmm… ¿hermano? - lo llamó tímidamente 

— ¿Sí? - cuestionó Richas a punto de acostarse 

— ¿Puedes envolverme con la sabana? no puedo dormir si no estoy totalmente envuelto, apa siempre me ayuda con eso - explicó de manera tímida - Siempre me dice "Tamal de Pepito"

Richas solo pudo suspirar con cansancio pero finalmente lo ayudó, ahora entendía porque Bobby a veces se veía frustrado con él, ser hermano mayor no es fácil. Pero al menos Pepito era muy tierno.

Holaaaa, aquí otro headcanon o hc, pero esta vez con los huevitos. No sé si recuerdan los que ven el pov de Roier, pero una vez apareció Otipep.exe y pues, quería pensar una manera de "justificar" sus acciones en ese momento y solo pude pensar en esto. Aún así, no me gusto la actitud de Otipep, pero pues antes de que dijeran algo como que esa actitud no era canon, yo quise hacer un hc que me ayudara a comprender lo que paso jajaja Al final Richas envuelve a Pepito como tamal, tome la idea de un dibujo que vi hace mucho en twitter :'D

Al final, perdimos...

Roier corría lo más rápido que podía, era oficial, iba a morir pronto y no sabía de qué forma, tuvo que dejar a su esposo atrás para poder comprarse un poco más de tiempo. Si iba a morir, no dejaría que los demás se quedarán con sus cosas, había luchado demasiado por obtener todo lo que tenía y no se lo daría fácilmente a los del equipo azul. 

No sabía cuando, como, ni donde, no sabía siquiera si lo iban a matar de verdad. De cualquier manera prefería ocultar todo lo que tenía, Cellbit le daría un mejor uso, le ayudaría de ahora en adelante. 

Porque ahora no estaría él para ayudarle a tener una buena armadura…

“Yo te ayudo a conseguir una mejor armadura y una mejor arma…”  “Pero que no lo sepa tu equipo…”

Había tantos planes entre ambos, querían hacer tantas cosas juntos, pero simplemente no se podía. ¿Había algo que no los dejaba ser felices? Primero sus hijos y ahora él ¿qué sería de Cellbit? 

No quería siquiera pensar en el infierno que pasaría su esposo, no era justo, no era justo que su esposo sufriera otra pérdida. No era solo su esposo, también Jaiden y Foolish, los dejaría solos, ya no podría bromear para aligerar el momento, ya no podría hacerlos felices, ya no podría protegerlos…

“Gatinho… Sé que estarás desesperado por buscarme, para cuando encuentres este libro, yo ya me habré ido. No sé lo que me deparé, no sé si voy a morir, no sé si tal vez solo me llevaran a otro lugar, o tal vez estoy exagerando y simplemente me pusieron en tu grupo y todo esto no tendría sentido, porque no tiene sentido que nos maten a todos ¿no es así?  Lo siento… debí haber hecho mejor las cosas, debí haber matado a esos culeros desde el principio, debí haber intentado ganar.  Si no muero mañana, si me llevan a otro lugar, ten por seguro que volveré a ti, porque así lo prometimos ¿no es así? Así como te fui a rescatar la primera vez, así lo volveré a hacer, nos volveremos a encontrar, no me olvides Cellbit porque yo no te voy a olvidar.  Eu te amo Atte. Guapito.”

Dejó finalmente el libro en el cofré junto a todas sus cosas y lo enterró, sabía que Cellbit lo encontraría, tenía que hacerlo. Porque habían prometido encontrarse justamente en ese sitio al día siguiente, tendrían una cita, una en la que conseguirían más diamantes e incluso encantarían cosas, tenían todo planeado. 

— Mierda… - susurro en voz baja mientras sentía las lágrimas bajar por sus mejillas - No quiero dejarlo, no quiero maldita sea  — Objetivo encontrado…

Hola, este es un pequeño hc, un pequeño fic, un pequeño one-shot(? como ustedes quieran llamarlo. Lo hice hace tiempo por el purgatorio en el QSMP, lo había subido a twitter pero ahora lo subo aquí para compartirlo nada más :D

Original Imagine: Imagine making a sex tape with Stiles

Author: anon

Reader Gender: female

Warnings: smut, oral sex, sex tape

You lay on the bed, staring at Stiles as he held his phone in his hand. You hated how technology had made it so easy for him to film you. You lay in bed, your bra and panties matching for this once. You’d bought it specific calls for this occasion. He climbed on the bed with you.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He asked, his hand moving over your stomach and thighs. “You nervous?”

You blushed a little, “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

He’d convinced you to make a sex tape, just for the two of you. The idea was hot and as much as the two of you fucked, it shouldn’t have surprised you.

“Babe, I promise, just you and me will see it. I’ll put it on an encrypted file on my computer.” Stiles promised.

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Jealousy? You Wear it Well

word count: 1529

Pairing: Ao'nung x Omatikayan! Sully! Female! Na'vi Reader Tags: fluff, romance, cute, silly, oneshot Author's note: A quick oneshot dedicated to @royallaufeyson! Saw their post asking for this pairing fluff and thought I'd give it a go. Hopefully it's too your liking :)

Ao’nung considers himself many great things; strong, skilled hunter, a remarkable swimmer. But jealous? No, never. Why would he be jealous? And of that stupid ikran? Perish the thought. What’s there to be jealous about really? Nothing, that’s what!

Yet here he finds you, his darling Omatikayan future mate, tending to your ikran, instead of meeting up with him like you were supposed to an hour ago.

You don’t even hear his approach, and that in itself stirs an uncomfortable feeling in his gut. You have your back to him, standing before your own ikran. You’re rubbing his neck and humming soothing words as he rests his head on your shoulder. Naturally, the accursed beast is the first to spot his approach.

Suddenly his head is off your shoulders and he hisses with a faux threat, his attention behind you.

“Hoan?” You look up at your ikran, confused by his sudden change in attitude. Noticing his gaze is fixated on something behind you, angry at something intruding on your alone time, you turn around to see what the fuss is about.

A wide grin splits your face, recognizing the would-be intruder as your beloved future mate.

“Ao’nung!” His name slips through your lips like siren song, turning your whole lithe form to him and jog to meet his approach halfway. No matter how many times he sees you, once again is he left awestruck by your visage. As you run to him, those untamed locks flowing freely behind you, your form is caught in the last rays of sunlight before eclipse; a golden luster leaving kisses upon your skin.

And he melts. Ready is he to prostrate himself before such beauty. He catches you in his strong arms with little effort, you are so light and lithe coming from the forest.

Your arms instinctually wrap around his neck and you kiss him without hesitation. A short quick peck and you pull away to look down into his eyes, pale blue meeting gold.

“Hi,” you say and he returns your smile as he places you on your feet once more. You don’t untangle your arms around his neck. His hands are on hips, holding you close.

“Hi yourself,” he says cheekily, placing a small kiss on your forehead. “Oel ngati kameie.”

“Oel ngati kameie,” you say back with a smile.

Hoan makes an annoyed huff behind you, clacking his jaw a few times. You turn to look at him, ears perked up.

“Hoan, what’s gotten into you recently?” Your attention is immediately pulled to your ikran, instantly removing your arms from Ao’nung’s neck as you make your way back to the creature in question. You don’t see the slight frown that forms on your beloved’s face as he watches you walk away. But your hand catches his, and without looking back, you pull him along with you. A roll of the eyes, ‘of course this thing needs you right this very moment’ he laments to himself.

“Sweet boy, what’s got you huffing and chuffing?” As you ask this you let go of Ao’nung’s, placing both hands on either side of Hoan’s face. “Are you still hungry?” you look to the side and see the fish portions remain untouched.

“Hmm…He must grow tired of the same meal. Poor thing must miss yerik and talioang meat.” You lament as you rub his neck soothingly. He makes a light trilling noise as you do. “Maybe you prefer some soft-shell meat, yes? I think I saw some in a pool nearby. Ao’nung, can you keep an eye on him? I’ll be right back!”

“Well I—” and before he can even protest, you’ve sprinted off, his arm outstretched to your retreating form. After a beat he drops his arm back to his side and sighs deeply. An awkward silence permeates the air. He can feel Hoan staring at the back of his head. Probably plotting his demise. He turns then, fixing a scowl at the creature, though mindful not to make direct eye contact.

“There’s probably nothing wrong with you, is there?” he asks, as if the beast would understand him perfectly. Hoan blinks, tilting his head from side to side as if confused, cawing at him.

“Oh don’t you play innocent with me. You kept her here on purpose didn’t you? Think you’re real smart hogging all her attention.”

Hoan doesn’t give away any indication he understood anything directed at him. Instead he busies himself cleaning the inner parts of his wing; utterly ignoring Ao’nung it seems.

The boy in question shakes his head and rolls his eyes. Turning around to once again face the direction you went.

“Skxáwng ikran…” he mutters to himself.

SMACK!

His hand flies to the back of his head, something having hit him. He turns around and looks down, finding a portion of sand and drool covered fish at his heals. He frowns and looks up Hoan, the offending creature has his head buried in his other wing.

Ao’nung eyes him up and down, taking a few steps back before turning around once more. Where the heck were you?

SMACK!

“Hey!” He turns around angrily and again he finds fish at his heels while Hoan is preening himself; the picture of innocence. “You better stop that or else!” A fool Ao’nung is then, to turn his back once more, because as soon as he does—

SMACK!

This time when he turns around, Hoan is instead looking right at him. The offending creature honks at him rhythmically, and to the annoyed Ao’nung, that almost sounds a damn laugh. Without a second thought, he picks up the nearest piece of fish and lobs it at Hoan’s head. He hits him square in the face, the fish leaving a sandy red kiss to his temple.

Were it possible, Ao’nung thinks the face Hoan’s giving him right now would be that of the utter most offence anyone has ever taken in the history of the forever. He picks up another piece and throws it Ao’nung, hitting him in the chest and leaving the same gross smelly mark.

“So you have chosen war.” Ao’nung states, a war cry leaves his lips and he grabs the pieces near him into his arms, throwing them at Hoan.

The ikran responses immediately, a loud hiss and raw at Ao’nung, this time he grabs as many pieces in his mouth as he can, throwing them haphazardly at his opponent, some missing him completely.

The two of them go at it for a while, the pieces becoming nearly unrecognizable as time passes. All the while, Ao’nung laughs, what a silly thing he finds himself doing, having a, fish war, with your ikran. The beast itself making all manner of caws, bellows, yips, snarls and chirps.

So engrossed are the two of them that they naturally do not here your approach until it is too late.

“By the Great Mother, what is going on here???”

Immediately they both stop, dead still are they, like two naughty children being caught red handed. They turn to you then, you standing off to the side, a small basket balanced on your hips, filled with various molluscs.

Ao’nung drops the pieces he’s holding, straightening up and clearing his throat.

“Well you see, [Y/N], we were just—” another piece hits him in the side of the head. He turns and frowns at Hoan, who has his head facing the other way, turned to the sky as if the most interesting thing he’s ever seen is there right now.

“Pffft….Pffthahahahaha!” A melodious laugh bursts forth from you, and Ao’nung turns to you alarmed; a light blue dust paints itself up his neck and across his cheeks. “The two of you are ridiculous! Look at you! Covered in sand and fish blood.” You shake your head, smile never wavering. You set the basket beside Hoan, knowing you wouldn’t have to shuck the creatures yourself. It will be good for him to use his wing claws to pry them open.

“Silly boy, Hoan!” You tease and make tsaheylu. “Make sure you wash yourself thoroughly before you return to the others. Else Bob will never let you forget,” you say out loud for Ao’nung’s benefit before disconnecting and approaching said boy.

He huffs at you and turns away.

There is a cheeky smile on your face as you look up at him, arms behind your back.

“So…”

“So…?”

“Having fun without me?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about honestly.”

You shake your head at his antics and grab his hand.

“Come, let’s get you cleaned up in the heated pools,” you say and walk off, pulling him behind you by your joint hands.

You turn to look at him behind you, not slowing your pace as you do.

“And Ao’nung?”

“Yes?”

“Jealousy? You wear it well yawne,” you tease him, letting the word roll of your tongue, dripping in liquid gold. You can’t help but giggle when you see the shocked look on his face, the darkening of his skin renewed tenfold. He turns his face elsewhere.

“Sh—shut up…”

You laugh once again facing forward and squeeze his hand.

He smiles contently, and gently squeezes back.

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Oel ngati kameie - I see you

yerik - the hexapede

talioang - the sturmbeest 

skxáwng - stupid/moron/idiot

yawne - my love

I’ve just started writing an oneshots headcanons and others book on wattpad with the anime’s aot, mha,hxh and haikyuu so if you have any ideas or requests for a fanfic or any headconons you can leave it as an ask on here or request it on my wattpad which is @weird_anime_girl-11 thanks. ( if you leave them on here I’ll leave your tumblr user in the AN) I will also except NFSW fanfic ideas/ headcanons as well

accidents happen

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20940308

Hawks has been a hero for some time now and sometimes it breaks his heart. But he will be damned if he doesn’t try to save everyone.

Warnings for suicide mentions!!!