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the strongest

▸ gojo satoru x fem!reader

▸ 19k words (um. what)

▸ strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn romance, major angst, fluff, a lot of hurt/comfort

▸ warnings: gojo, spoilers for jjk ch. 65 onwards (gojo’s past arc) and set before jjk vol. 0, references to character death, blood, injury, violence, a bit of swearing, descriptions of trauma and grief, mention of a heart disease, mention of abandonment, mention of overdosage

▸ this fic was born out of my unending awe for the way yuuta’s story in vol. 0 was told because i unironically loved gojo’s line “love is the most twisted curse of all” when he theorized how rika was cursed. i started this fic in 2021 and continued to write for it, little by little, until i can finally say it’s finished. part of my soul rests in this for i love it more each time i reread it.

through a mission he initially perceived as a chore, gojo finds that protecting you was no simple task, especially when things like emotions, responsibility, and morality are thrown into the mix

gojo hates missions like this. it’s the kind where he has to practice patience, discipline, and a plethora of other textbook virtues he never got around to understanding. if he had a choice, he’d get a reassignment in a heartbeat—exorcising a hundred curses in a night seemed a whole lot better than this. after all, gojo works best with his one-track mind backed by his most simplistic philosophy: kill or be killed.

but in missions like this, gojo is constrained by a number of obligations. he has to tune into his surroundings, make sure no civilian is harmed, be mindful about damage to public facilities, blah blah blah. the stakes are higher when it involves other people, he’s told, but gojo couldn’t care less. everything a jujutsu sorcerer does is already for the sake of the world, so did he really have to be so mindful all the damn time?

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“  where do you get your hope?  what keeps you going during all this?  ”

“  you know,  sometimes you don’t have to find the answers.  i think it can be enough to just admit you’re lost.  for now.  ”

“  sometimes,  i don’t feel like i’m real.  not unless i’m hurting in some way.  it’s not like i want to be in pain,  but i’m just so used to it.  i dunno what to do without it anymore.  ”

“  i just keep hoping that one day i’ll have something else motivating me— something more than stubbornness or spite. i wanna feel like i’m living.  ”

“  i learned the only thing i can believe in is me.  i have faith in myself.  that’s how i survived.  ”

“  i hope you know i’m proud of you.  i’ve seen how hard you’ve been fighting to get where you are.  you might feel stuck,  but you’re not.  you’ve come so far.  ”  

“   when i told you i loved you,  you know i meant that right?  i’m not talking just about all those warm feelings.  i’m talking about putting in the work.  i’m here to stay for the hard parts,  not just the pretty ones.  ”

“   you don’t have to find the perfect words,  just tell me what you’re feeling.  i’m here to listen.  ”  

“  you don’t have to carry it all.  humans aren’t made to be solitary creatures.  i want to help.  all you have to do is ask.  ”  

 “  i know i haven’t always been there in the past,  but i’m here now.  i’m trying.  please,  just let me in.  ”

“  i still care about you,  you know.  i could never stop caring about you.  but we were both drowning.  and one of us had to get out eventually.  ” 

“  i think you’re still my person.  and i’m hoping maybe one day,  i can be yours again too.  ”

“  i’ll still be here when you need me.  that will never change.  ”  

“  i love you.  but i can’t keep watching you destroy yourself.  i can’t sit here and watch that anymore.  it hurts too much.  ”  

“  i already forgave you.  so why can’t you forgive yourself?  ” 

“  it’s not about what you think you do or don’t deserve.  i get to choose who to love.  i’m an adult.  and i can make that decision.  so i’m here to stay.  i’m in this.  ”  

 “  if we’re going to do this again,  you have to promise it will be different.  you have to show me that you’re ready this time.  ” 

“   i don’t know how to make you believe that i can make us work again.  but i’m not going to give up.  i did that once and—  well,  i’m standing here again because it was the wrong choice.  give us another chance.  ” 

“  i’m lost without you.  and i’m not asking you to fix me or be something you’re not.  i’m just asking you to keep being the lighthouse you are just by being you.   and let me be guide myself by it.  ”  

 “   i’ve never been very good at letting go.  and now i feel like there’s too many burdens i’m holding on to and i don’t know how to get rid of them anymore.  ”  

“  why do you feel like you need to punish yourself so much?  ”

“  why do you keep saying that?  you’re not alone.  i’m standing right here.  ”

“  what are you so afraid of?  why won’t you let me in?  ”

─── 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍-𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏

+ michael kaiser x f!reader | wc 2.8k | content: fluff, kaiser is persistent lol, making out, suggestive

notes: idk babes …. hopefully i didn’t butcher him <3 running back to sae after this 🫡 kaiser lovers, enjoy the one and only kaiser fic on my blog !! hehe

summary: kaiser has more reason to visit his regular cafe spot now. and he’s not gonna quit until he makes you his.

kaiser thinks you’re pretty.

call him stupid or superficial or whatever, but he can’t help it. he walks over to the far end of the counter where you’re working, staring intently at the latte art you’re doing.

it’s horrible. you’re probably new. figures, because he lives right above in the apartment complex and he’s never seen you here before. it’s a damn crime.

“i want a flat white cappuccino, hot, and could you make it with a heart on top?”

you furrow your brows and look up at him, his elbows propped on the stainless steel countertop, cheeky smirk filling his face. you continue wearing your straight expression as you go back to the task at hand.

“i’m not the waiter. you can ask mimiko, she’s the one at the register.”

kaiser doesn’t know her either. she must be new too.

you’re not that friendly. not that kaiser minds; he’ll break through your walls. that’s his personal challenge. he’ll do it.

“but i wanna talk to you.”

still unamused, you sigh and look at him, putting down your frother.

“get in line.”

“hey y/n!”

kaiser’s still optimistic after the failed fifth attempt. he managed to get your name from mimiko when you finally made him go away that first day he saw you. to which you groaned, but kaiser only grinned.

today’s no different. you frown when he walks in, immediately relegating to the back corner of the bar. too bad though, kaiser’s got charms, he’s made quick friends with everyone else here plus he has the famous soccer player privilege so your other colleagues love him.

that’s why he manages to get behind the counter in no time, saying he’ll help work the register. but really, he has no clue what to do and he’s just dilly-dallying around you.

“no, real talk, why do you hate me so much?” kaiser asks, not really bothered but more curious.

you don’t even take him seriously. you’ve looked at him probably about twice this entire day, and one time wasn’t even by choice; it was only because kaiser was blocking your path to the fridge and wouldn’t budge unless you said please. (you didn’t. you just glared at him until he moved.)

“i don’t like your hair.”

“hey, what’s wrong with my hair?”

you shrug. “just don’t like it.”

“okay but what about my tattoos, you like those right?”

kaiser moves to adjust his shirt to let you see but you walk off.

“not really.”

he sighs, you’re really hard to get close to, he’ll give you that. but he’s not one to give up.

before kaiser can say anything else, a bunch of girls from the counter call your name, and he sees you smile for the first time since he’s met you and he feels even more hooked on you.

the control you have over him is pretty insane, and it’s only because kaiser allows it.

you and your friends talk about normal stuff. they’re asking how work’s going and you say it’s fine—just that there’s an annoying guy that won’t quit talking to you.

“wow, fifth date and you’re already telling your friends about me?” kaiser interjects, putting an arm around your shoulder and greeting your friends. he’s positive you’re seething right now, but he continues on. “hey there, you can call me kaiser.”

as your friends blush and introduce themselves, all kaiser notices is how you don’t push him away like you always used to upon first contact. so hey, maybe he is making progress after all.

“so, barista y/n l/n, what’re your plans for today?”

it’s been two months since you started working in the cafe, and it’s been two months since kaiser’s relentless pursuit. he’s not backing down though.

“well, player michael kaiser, that’s none of your business,” you absentmindedly respond as you clean the glass in your hand with the cloth and put it back up on the shelf.

lucky for him, mimiko is on his side.

“our dear y/n has a blind date tonight,” she coos, getting a sigh out of you and winking at kaiser.

“first of all, i’m not a player,” kaiser makes sure to tell you, hurriedly making his way behind the counter as if he owns the place. “second of all, who’s the guy?”

you press your lips into a firm line and repeat yourself, “none of your business, kaiser.”

“but it is.”

“why the hell would it be?”

kaiser pouts. “because i like you.”

it takes you a while to respond, swallowing the lump in your throat. “i’ve been nothing but mean to you, you sure you’re not just a masochist?”

that’s a blatant lie, kaiser knows. he knows you’re not actually mean, you just have a sharp tongue.

kaiser notices how you notice him—placing three sugars in his coffee and doing it for him whenever you make it. adding to that; you personally make all of kaiser’s drinks instead of handing it to the other barista, and you make little hearts on top. (at first he thought you might’ve really wanted to poison him, but hey, he’s alive so probably not.) he knows you give someone else the horrible latte art and give him the nicer one you do. he knows how you’ve never actually been mean to him aside from saying you hated his hair and tattoos. (but then he also caught you staring at the rose that one time so maybe you don’t.)

“nope, pretty sure i like you,” kaiser affirms, because in the sunlight he thinks your invisible halo is shining and he’d be a lot more lovestruck now if half of him wasn’t upset that you’re going to go on a blind date when he can’t even score alone time with you.

“what’s his name?” he asks you again, when you don’t respond to him.

it’s about a half hour till closing, he’ll have the whole time to pitch himself to you, maybe. score a date or something. hell, maybe he’ll even convince you not to go on the—

“y/n, right?”

kaiser whips his head to the side to see your supposed date already here.

“i’m yukimiya kenyu,” he’s shaking your hand and you’re actually smiling. at a guy. do you smile at anyone as long as they’re not kaiser? “ready to go?”

“she has another half hour to go, idiot,” kaiser lets slip, catching a warning glare from you.

yukimiya grins sheepishly at the animosity, but you’re quick to defuse the tension. “actually i get off a half hour early today so i’m good to go,” you tell yukimiya, ignoring kaiser behind you. “just let me get my bag and we can go, okay?”

while you’re in the back clocking out, kaiser glares at your date, who’s leaning against the counter and scrolling through his socials. he’s clean, neat, looks like he could be a model. is that your type? kaiser can do that too, does he need to show you all the endorsement deals he’s done?

you leave without saying goodbye, laser focused on yukimiya and whatever the fuck he’s saying and kaiser has never felt more irritated.

“so, how’s your date with pretty boy?”

that’s mimiko asking, because kaiser is still a little pouty even a week later.

“it was fine, we’re into a lot of the same stuff apparently.”

kaiser’s still hovering around you though, because it’s off-season and he’s going to spend every moment he can chasing you. you’re not making it easy though. you’re still giving him the cold shoulder sometimes.

“when’s the next date?”

kaiser is too focused on the thin air he’s staring into to notice you briefly throwing him a quick glance.

“don’t know if there is one, honestly.”

that manages to get kaiser’s attention, his mood immediately perking up and eyes now fully focused on you.

“why not? thought you guys had a lot in common or whatever,” kaiser half-mocks, still a little salty. (which is a little funny to you, considering what kind of person he is in the soccer world.)

you roll your eyes and sigh, moving to keep all the cutleries that you’ve just shined. “don’t know,” you tell them, “maybe because when i was on the date i kept thinking of this annoying guy i know.”

kaiser freezes up. did you really just say that? he’s going to take a shot and just assume he’s the only annoying guy you know. no one should take that position from him.

from the side, mimiko slowly shuffles away, leaving the two of you alone by the coffee machine.

“so… does that mean you’re giving annoying guy a shot?” kaiser’s grinning from ear to ear now, and it’s probably infectious because you’re trying to suppress a grin too.

“maybe, but if he screws it up i’m done with him.”

you’re still trying to act fierce, but it’s too late because kaiser can see through it now. you’re really just a softie inside, aren’t you?

“then are you free this weekend?”

you look at him for the first time with no disinterest in your eyes, like you’re really looking at him now. “what for?”

kaiser smirks. “annoying guy is gonna take you out for the best first date of your life.”

kaiser doesn’t know if he succeeded. but hey, it’s been three hours since the date started and you haven’t run away yet so he must be doing okay.

he takes you to the amusement park first, because one time when you were idly chattering away with mimiko he heard you saying you haven’t been to one in ages. so here you are, on the third rollercoaster ride and you’re having so much fun kaiser’s proud of himself.

turns out you’re surprisingly nice to be around when you’re not being such a grouch. kaiser’s only liking you even more now. likes you even when you’re so excited to eat the corn dog that you get mustard on your face—that only means he gets to wipe it off. likes you also when you bat your pretty eyelashes at him so he’d win you that bunny toy you like in the claw machine.

“so, how am i doing?” kaiser asks when he escorts you to his car—next stop is dinner.

you hum, taking a bite of the big unicorn candy floss in your hand. “a solid six.”

kaiser clicks his tongue in faux annoyance, “it’ll be an eleven by the end of tonight.”

you laugh again and kaiser thinks all this work is worth it. he opens the car door for you, makes sure the aircon isn’t too cold that you freeze, lets you play your music in his car.

you’re kind of the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, but then again he might be biased. but who cares? you’re also kind of one of the most annoying, but you think the same of him. and you’re not scared of jumping into anything, he can tell because when he pulls up in a parking lot outside of the restaurant, he tells you he wants to kiss you kinda.

your answer?

kaiser never really expected you to agree. but you do; because you climb over to the driver’s seat and settle on his lap, your lips inches away and a smirk forming on your face when you see he’s taken off guard.

“want me to kiss you, kaiser?” you’re teasing him, and he thinks you’ve never looked hotter. he can feel your breath against his lips and fuck your lips are so so close and he wants to taste you so so bad.

but then he remembers who he is and straightens up, cursing himself for letting himself be so flustered into submission. “only if the lady wants it.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes and moving to open his side of the door, “well, if you don’t wanna—”

kaiser closes the door as soon as it opens and turns you to face him, “fuck, just kiss me already.”

the two of you hold onto each other, his hands around your waist and entangled in your hair, his lips gentle and rough on yours both at the same time. you taste sweet, must be all that candy floss you ate. he wants to taste more of you. the little sounds you make when you’re almost out of breath? music to his fucking ears. he’s so whipped for you and he hates you for it. but he also loves you for being like this, for being you.

you’re the first to pull away, smirking and biting your lower lip as you keep your index finger on his lips, separating him from you. “how was that, kaiser?” he doesn’t think you can sound more seductive if you tried.

“y/n l/n, you drive me insane.”

kaiser can’t even focus on dinner after that.

fourth date in and kaiser’s fucking pathetic.

really, he can’t even remember ever being this pathetic because you’ve got him wrapped around your cute little pinky finger.

“what’re you staring at, perv?” you ask, catching him staring as you’re idly flipping through the channels.

it’s a lazy sunday in, you and kaiser are at his apartment, on his bed, watching movies. kaiser sighs because ness walked in on the both of you earlier and even though he’s more than happy to show you off, he’s not looking forward to the interrogation that will unfold.

“staring at your stupid pretty face,” kaiser says, and you avert your gaze, pouting, which kaiser has found out two days ago is just to subvert from your embarrassment.

“hey, when’re you leaving for the champions league again?”

“next week, why?”

you deadpan at him, “what, not gonna invite me to something?”

kaiser stares at you for a minute, dumbfounded, before laughing. that must be the first time ever that you’re asking him for something. up until now, it’s always been him.

“you know what, forget i asked,” you grumble, pouting even more and kaiser has to peck a kiss on your lips from how adorable he thinks you’re being.

“fuck, you’re cute,” he thinks out loud, and you look away.

it’s not like the both of you are together, he thinks, as his finger moves up and down your arms, watching as the goosebumps appear and disappear. but kaiser whatever this situation is, kaiser wants it. he wants this and more and he’s so far gone in you and he doesn’t mind.

“you better be in the front row, okay?” kaiser tells you that night, resuming that conversation. you move to straddle him instead and relish in how he’s dragging his eyes all over your body.

“yes, sir.”

fuck, you really do drive him fucking insane.

kaiser finds it sexy, how you’re in the front row at one of his matches, how you’re wearing a jersey with his name and number on it, how he knows you’re cheering for him and him only.

he invites you to all of his games, puts you up in his hotel, sneaks you around so you won’t be under the public eye. it’s thrilling, and you’re still the same you, beautiful, gorgeous, kind.

you’re still not together, but now he’s sure where he’s headed with you. after six months of whatever this is, he thinks you’d kill him if you weren’t sure. and kaiser thinks you’re just waiting for him, so he’s going to make it memorable.

so, so memorable.

his team makes it to the finals, and with noel noa leading everyone, it’s no surprise they win. the bleachers go wild, everyone is chanting the club cheer, fanning their merch wildly.

kaiser is being pounced on by ness and his other teammates, so is noel. but kaiser pushes through it, weaves out of it, and he’s headed straight to you.

in front of everyone in the stadium, in front of international television, kaiser is running across the field and making his way to you.

kaiser is fast and persistent and so pathetic because he’s so into you and all he knows is he wants you around. for a long time, and forever, if he dare say. so he throws his legs over the railing and kisses you without hesitation, the entire crowd going wild.

he’s kissing you, slow and smiling against your lips and you’re holding onto his arms and fuck you’re so perfect.

“well,” you say when kaiser finally pulls away, his hand still on the back of your neck, “that’s one way to make things public.”

kaiser chuckles, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “now the whole world knows you’re mine,” he says, aware that everyone on his team is probably passing money around because he’s sure they bet on when he’d finally make you his girlfriend.

“you’re crazy, michael kaiser.”

yeah, but you love him, don’t you?

he loves you too, by the way.

kaiser pulls away and winks at you right before he gets ready to get back to his team.

“guess i’ll have to top this when i ask you to marry me, huh?”

me, with a vague plot idea, 1 (one) character name, and an outline that consists of mostly question marks:

could you do jing yuan with a s/o whose yanqing’s older sibling?

pairing: jing yuan x gn! reader.

word count: 526.

i strongly believe yanqing will be a protective younger brother. he may see jing yuan as a father figure, respect him with his entire being for taking him and his older sibling under his wing and all, but yanqing doesn’t really trust you with jing yuan. don’t get him wrong. the young boy’s merely worried about you, that’s all. 

it doesn’t help with how he had heard rumors of the general’s nicknames: dozing general, due to him having the tendency to sleep during working and after working hours. yanqing cherishes you a lot, always wanting to be by your side despite how you’re working under lady yukong in the sky-faring commission. 

it’ll take yanqing a while to realize how different you’re acting whenever you’re around jing yuan. the first thing he noticed was how you were more cheerful and how you were more attentive to the general’s needs. yanqing saw how your eyes and face literally brightened up at the mere mention of your name. he saw how you unsubtly quickened your pace to approach jing yuan upon whatever request he had. 

the second thing he noticed was how jing yuan’s eyes followed your figure, no matter where you went. he caught the way his mentor’s expression softened in adoration and something else, when he saw you walking past them while carrying a stack of papers that had to be delivered to somewhere else. yanqing caught the way jing yuan’s hands seemed to rest above yours, when he thought no one was watching. 

the boy was tempted to pester you for answers, but he knew there was a reason why you’re keeping your relationship on the low. yanqing respects your choice but eventually, curiosity got the better of him. 

“(name), when are you going to tell me about your relationship with the general?” he asked out of a sudden, when the three of you decided to have dinner together. 

you nearly choked on your food upon hearing your younger brother’s question. jing yuan chuckled, amused with your reaction. he reached over to gently pat your back in easing your choking. the man decides to play along, for he loves teasing you to see how you would react. 

“he’s right, (name). i thought you’d have told him about us now. why? is it embarrassing for your one and only sibling to hear you dating the general?” he snickered, unfazed by the glare thrown his way. 

you sighed, placing your bowl of half-eaten rice and chopsticks down. “look, yanqing. i’m sorry for not telling you about this in the first place. and it’s not because i don’t trust u or anything. it’s just i’m not sure how i should tell you about it, since i know you see jing yuan as a father-” 

yanqing’s face instantly flushed red when the general raised a curious eyebrow. 

“(NAME)!” the boy exclaimed, successful in interrupting you but it was too late. 

jing yuan hummed, a smug grin on his face. “i didn’t know you saw me as a father figure, yanqing.” 

the young lieutenant could only groan and covered his face out of pure embarrassment, unable to utter a single word. 

note: i went with the idea of yanqing waiting for you or jingyuan to tell him about your relationship, since it wasn't specified with in your request. hopefully this was enjoyable!

Behind Closed Doors

Charlotte Katakuri x Reader

Summary : In public settings, Katakuri is the man who lived up to his reputation and people’s expectations, the strongest of the Sweet Commanders and the perfect brother and son. How he was in the marriage he was in, was a mystery due to the fact that you were sweet and doting while was just…drop dead serious. But what they don’t know was how he becomes a completely different man behind closed doors with his darling wife.

Warnings : None! Just fluff!

A/N : I just had to y’all. I just had to. I needed to give this man the tender loving care he deserves asdfghjkl I sorta got carried away. It started off as really serious but somehow turned into something that me giggle and find him even more adorable. Yes I called this 16 ft giant adorable. Deal with it. Tagging my fellow Katakuri lover @elliemehl 

His watchful gaze scanned his surroundings, its almost as if he was observing every single feature on every person and thing to its very microscopic detail. Though the people around went about their own business, they were wary of the Sweet General’s stares. He was lax as well as on guard, ready for anything out of the ordinary to happen cause even with his ability to see the near future, things can change by the slightest action. 

“Will something bad happen?”  Poire worriedly looked up at him. 

He glanced down at his little sister, arms, and legs still crossed whilst leaning comfortably against the backrest of his seat. 

“Nothing at the moment…I don’t think there’s anything to be worried about,” he muttered under the scarf that draped over the lower half of his face and his shoulders. 

A smile stretched on her small face, going from ear to ear ( a feature that she was born with), as well as her sharp teeth. “That’s good to hear,” she chirped before going off to the other siblings, leaving him at the table with Mama, Perospero, Cracker, Smoothie, Oven, and Daifuku. 

“You’re rarely this tense, Big Brother,” Smoothie commented, taking a sip of her green tea. 

Cracker mischievously grinned and leaned forward, arms on the table.

“Trouble in paradise big brother?” He teased, the question calling the attention of his other siblings at the table, all of them looking at their brother, waiting for a reaction that was far from calm and composed.

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goodbye to a dying character starters

'' don't you dare close your eyes. ''

'' stay with me. ''

'' look at me. hey, focus on me... ''

'' go. ''

'' stay. ''

'' thank you. ''

'' don't say goodbye. ''

'' i can't do this. ''

'' wake up! ''

'' it hurts. ''

'' i can't do this... ''

'' i don't feel anything. ''

'' you're gonna be okay. ''

'' she's not dead...! ''

'' don't you fucking dare leave me... ''

'' you're not dying. ''

'' you can't sit here and watch me die. ''

'' will you stay, to the end? ''

'' i can't... ''

'' please, kiss me... ''

'' you're not dying, do you hear me? ''

'' it's over. ''

'' i did what i had to do. ''

'' don't close your eyes. ''

'' it should have been me. ''

'' i'm scared. ''

'' god, i'm such an idiot... i shouldn't have gone out there. ''

'' i can't do this without you. ''

'' don't go. ''

'' let go. ''

'' don't forget me. ''

'' i forgive you. ''

'' you deserve this. ''

'' you can do now. ''

'' i never got to tell you... ''

'' i regret it. i regret all of it. ''

'' don't you dare... don't you dare say goodbye. ''

'' damn you for making me do this... ''

'' come home. ''

'' it's okay. close your eyes. ''

'' i'm home... ''

'' you can go now. ''

'' it's okay. '' '' it's not okay. ''

'' you did good. ''

'' i'm so proud of you. ''

'' it's okay... please don't cry. ''

'' do you remember that song, that we always used to sing as kids? [could you...?] ''

'' i can't... i can't. ''

'' i'm in the arms of my first love. ''

'' i swear to you, i will kill every last one of them. ''

'' i'm sorry. ''

'' this is not your fault. ''

'' this is all your fault. ''

'' i deserve to die. ''

'' you deserve to be at peace. ''

'' this is all your fault. you did this to me. ''

'' it's my fault for trusting the wrong people. ''

'' guess you finally got what you wanted. ''

'' if you think [killing me] is going to stop this, you're in for a rude awakening. ''

'' you're the one who stabbed me. ''

'' one down, three to go. ''

'' how could you be so stupid? ''

'' i won't give you the satisfaction of watching me suffer. ''

'' this is not my fault. ''

'' how could you do this to me? ''

'' go to hell. '' '' with pleasure. ''

'' come closer. ''

'' do you mind? i could really use that knife... ''

A dream unrealised

Summary: Alhaitham always imagined a future with you in it. Word Count: 0.3k Warnings: major character death, angst, female reader, pregnancy A/N: I dunno why it is that whenever i get stressed and my heart does the badum-badumps i like writing angst :<< Here's a little drabble based off a thought I had a few weeks ago about the after hours couple. Can be read as a standalone. To clarify that this is NOT a continuation of after hours! It's just an au of that couple! Don't worry they are safe they are happy this is just a what if

Alhaitham was not one for baseless dreams, but when it's confirmed that you're pregnant, he dreams. He imagines countless beautiful scenarios he could build, a million or more memories he wanted, and would, share with you.

Alhaitham thinks - and feels - many things. When he sees the home that you and he have made, his chest warms with pride and adoration. This is where you'd spend the rest of your life with him. This is where he'd devote his entirety to you.

Building a family here is not half bad, if he might say so himself. His mind conjures images of you and him and a bundle of joy in the nursery he built. He imagines future nights spent pacifying a fussy baby, the countless diaper changes, the disrupted sleep; but there's no dread that settles deep in his bones, only anticipation. Navigating a new world is worth it because it's with you.

Early on, he already imagines early mornings with a tot attached to his hip, helping him make pancakes to surprise you in bed. In the springs to come, the tiny hand of his tot would hold onto a similarly sized stalk of flowers as they toddle next to him, on their way to surprise you at work. His mornings will be spent preparing them for school with you, bumbling around as he tries his best to get his child's pigtails right. Nights will be accompanied by the vast stories he's accumulated since birth, all while tucking his child in, with you.

You, you, you.

You had his heart in your palms, his mind wrapped around your finger. You consume his thoughts. You were his everything.

Alhaitham is a capable man scholar husband father who thinks of every possible outcome before it happens.

He just didn't think he'd be sixteen all over again, sitting in the cold living room with papers for funeral preparations sprawled across the table.

a/n: i had no idea how to name this it got SO long like?? i swear originally it was just like 6 lines in total i wasnt even going to tag it under the main tag... then i got carried away LMAO ok enjoy! i will go back to my assignments now

Extra:

His newborn cries in nursery. Alhaitham rises to his feet.

As he picks up his crying daughter, it seems like she, too, grieves for a touch that neither of them could ever experience again. The weight of the world is heavy on his shoulders.

a/n: ok im gone fr now byebye i study

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cyno x gn!reader

“You’ll like him, I promise!”

“If he’s anything like you, I suppose.”

“Well…” You trail off, imagining you and your brother growing up and constantly being told how different the two of you are, from your personalities down to your looks. “Anyway! He can be a bit of a dummy, but he means well.”

Cyno nods, a thoughtful frown on his lips as he crosses his arms and waits for your brother to arrive at your meeting spot.

You spy the eye-catching ahoge from a mile away. Your beam, raising your hand in a wave and turning to your partner beside you—only to blink as you realize that he left without your notice.

The sound of steel against steel in the distance blares an alarm in your head. Frantic, you whip your head to the direction of the sound and find two very familiar individuals duking it out.

Oh no.

“Big brother Haitham, stop!”

They both freeze at the sound of your voice for two completely different reasons.

Al-Haitham pulls you behind him and points his sword at your very confused partner, uncharacteristically slow to connect the dots. “Choose your next actions carefully, Cyno.”

Cyno completely lowers his weapon as he switches his gaze between the two of you as if in disbelief that Al-Haitham, the so-called Akademiya lunatic who he’s barely spoken two words to, is your older brother. You, the light of his life—but also an Akademiya drop out who only managed to get in through sheer luck after your random answers on the entrance examination turned out to be right—were related to him?

Impossible.

…Or so he would have thought a minute ago before his world was turned upside down and his partner’s brother wasn’t the most suspicious person in Cyno’s eyes.

My brother is really smart like you! He’s really nice and he used to help me study for my tests back when I still went to the Akademiya. A little, um, mean—but he’s actually a good person!

Hah, mean. A large understatement. It would equate to a scholar calling the General Mahamatra benign.

He suppose he should have expected it from you. You do have the tendency to think the best of people, even when they don’t deserve it.

“Brother.” You tug on Al-Haitham’s arm to bring his sword down, but he refuses to do so, unwilling to take his eyes off Cyno. Huffing in annoyance, you stomp on his feet and feel immense satisfaction when he turns his head to glare at you.

“This isn’t the time—”

“He’s Cynie!”

There’s a joke to be made about a pin dropping in the silence after your words and your brother’s dawning look of realization and the skepticism that follows.

He whirls his head to Cyno and points, “That’s Cynie?”

You nod with a growing smile, delighted that your brother finally lowered his sword so you can come up to Cyno and drag him close by the arm. “Cynie, meet my brother, Haitham!”

“…I told you not to call me that in front of others.”

“But it’s cute!”

“Only when we’re alone.” To this, he sends a baleful glare to Al-Haitham that your brother returns with a glare of his own.

“Oh, please. My sibling has told me everything that’s happened in your relationship,” then, as if to add salt to the wound, he strictly emphasizes, “Cynie.”

A muscle in your partner’s brow twitches.

“It’s great that you two are getting along!” You exclaim with a smile that could rival the sun.

They can’t say no to that face. They both have no choice but to reluctantly grumble a hesitant ‘yes…’ that has your eyes shining bright.

“I have our outing planned for today! I saw a promo in a restaurant that said if you can finish some kind of large meal in under an hour, you don’t have to pay for it! Not too sure how big it is, but I know I can eat it all. I also passed by this really cool place yesterday…”

They let you drag them by the arm across the city, shooting glares at each other and throwing subtle barbs when they think you aren’t looking.

You called that day the ‘brothers-in-law bonding day’. They hated every second of it and vowed to never talk to the other again.

Unless you asked them to, of course.