in another life, i would make you stay a gojo satoru (fix it) series
pairing ⸺ reincarnated!gojo x reincarnated!reader
summary ⸺ you are a sorcerer, married to your husband who bears the burden of being the strongest. firsthand, you watch the love of your life fall apart, the world burdening him until, finally, he dies at the hand of sukuna. as you watch him through the broadcast, you blankly volunteer to be nextand you die, praying to whatever merciful god out there that, in another life, you and satoru get the happy ending you both deserved—
until you wake up from your dream, gasping.why the hell was your dream so vivid? you were some sort of magician? with a smoking HOT husband? and why the fuck does the guy that's ten minutes late to the first day of lectures look EXACTLY like him?
warnings ⸺eventual smut fluff and angst (the holy trinity), hurt/comfort, reincarnation fic, basically you and gojo have a miserable life in canon and get reincarnated into a modern au where i fix everything and give you the romcom you deserve, canon typical violence, jjk manga spoilers, mentions of blood and injury, major character death, fem reader implied
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01 ⸺ What a Weird Fucking Dream
the first day of your semester is precendeted by a very odd dream involving sorcerers and a hot ass husband. which you then see in lecture (3.7k)
02 ⸺ Note to Self: Don't Call Random Guys your Husband (soon!)
Hi🫶🏻 can I request current boyfriend trend with Xaden or Liam pleasee 🙌🏻
current boyfriend
pairing: Liam Mairi x fem!reader
genre: fluff
synopsis: Liam loved pranks, until he’s the victim of one. A cruel, yet funny, prank comes to mind at breakfast with two mischievous individuals who love helping you make your fiancé’s life a living hell.
warnings: mentions of violence, fluff
w/c: 871
a/n: i'm back!! a small little blurb for tonight! not my best work, but hoping to slowly get back into writing :)
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Liam loved pranks. You knew it. He knew it. Your friends knew it. If there’s one thing that has been consistent in your relationship with Liam, it’s the silly pranks you two play on each other.
“You should do the current boyfriend prank on Liam,” Quinn giggled, keeping her voice low as your fiancé was sitting with Xaden a couple tables away. Something about an important conversation. You were half asleep when Liam told you.
“The what?” You question, furrowing your brows. Quinn was your go-to girl when it came to finding new ideas for pranks to play on your boyfriend, especially after one he just played on you.
“The current boyfriend prank,” she rose a brow, quickly realizing you didn’t know what she meant. “A couple of cadets in First Wing started it, apparently. You introduce your husband or fiancé to someone as your ‘current boyfriend.’ The whole point is to get a reaction out of them. Some girl did it with her fiancé, he didn’t take it well.”
“Interesting,” you mumble, forming a plan in your head. You two have been engaged for long enough, long enough to the point where you couldn’t easily make the mistake of calling him your boyfriend instead of your fiancé. “I would need someone he’s never met to be in on it, but that’s hard, as Liam knows everyone.”
“I have a cadet in mind,” Imogen adds, leaning on her marked arm. She had remained visibly quiet during the conversation, more focused on eating her breakfast than forming a plan for your prank.
You and Quinn shared a look, both confused on who Imogen could be speaking about.
The plan was diabolical to say the least. Imogen was brutal, but this may be ruthless. Her grand idea was to introduce Liam to an infantry cadet. Infantry and Rider don’t necessarily intermingle…or get along for that matter. You weren’t sure how Imogen has this connection, but the infantry cadet, who you now know is named Clyde, is more than willing to pretend to be your ex. He willingly agreed to the physical reaction Liam may have.
“So who are you introducing me to?” Liam asks, hand firmly wrapped around your own as you lead him to the meet-up spot. It was in town, somewhere that can be easily accessed by both parties.
“A friend,” you lie, hoping your fiancé wouldn’t see right through it. The story was that you and Clyde used to date as young teenagers, but broke up when he decided to start his Infantry training. Since then, you’ve been on good terms and are friends.
“Y/N!” Clyde calls out, putting on a friendly demeanor.
You wave back at him, pulling Liam towards him. Liam stumbles behind you, though you could practically feel his confusion.
“Liam, this is Clyde, my ex-boyfriend.”
“Your what?” Liam questions, glaring at Clyde.
“Don’t worry, we’re friends now,” you reassure, squeezing his hand.
“It was ages ago, we were young.” Clyde comments, smiling warmly at Liam. You two share a look, both easily recalling your conversation from yesterday on what your backstory was. Maybe, after this, he’d actually become a friend. That is, if Liam doesn’t try to kill him.
“Right,” Liam’s voice loses any warmth it usually has, clearly not trusting Clyde. Your fiancé looks him up and down, clearly not impressed.
“Anyways,” you quickly attempt to change the topic, hoping to smoothly transition into the main part of the prank. “Clyde, this is Liam, my current boyfriend.”
Liam’s head snaps towards you, absolutely appalled. “I must’ve misheard you, love. What did you just call me?” Liam questions, tilting his head.
You look at him, doe eyes and everything. Playing dumb, “my current boyfriend!”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Clyde plays along, but it’s no use. To Liam, Clyde is not there. It’s just you and him and how you dared to call him such a name.
“Last I recall, that ring on your finger says otherwise,” Liam narrows his eyes, his usual playfulness slowly seeping in. He glances down to the sparkling ring on your finger, the one he slid on four months ago. The one he so intricately chose. The one that used to be his mother’s, though modified to symbolize your relationship.
“Oh! I must’ve forgotten, silly me.” You playfully roll your eyes, “you’re my old boyfriend!”
Liam groans, throwing his head back. “Quinn put you up to this, didn’t she?”
Your jaw falls agape, “how’d you know?”
“Violet did it to Xaden. It did not end well.”
You feel laughter bubbling up, quickly forming your lips in a tight line. Though, it’s no use. You begin laughing, watching as your boyfriend and new friend laugh with you. You can only imagine the look on Xaden’s face when Violet referred to him as such.
“Just so you know, if you do try to do something like this again, I will murder the alleged other boyfriend.”
“Okay, baby,” you laugh, shaking your head at his antics.
You reach up, planting a gentle kiss on his lips before returning to your height, watching as any of his previous negative emotions quickly disappear. All that’s left is your Liam. Your fiancé, not current boyfriend.
Hi, I was wondering if you are thinking of doing the fw bf headcanon for Liam?
liam mairi as your boyfriend...
pairing: liam mairi x fem!reader
genre: fluff & smut
synopsis: sfw & nsfw boyfriend headcanons for our golden boy
warnings: nsfw, 18+, mdni, smut, yk the drill
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Protector. We all know Liam is a natural protector, he protected Violet until his very last breath. Expect the same, but ten times more intense when it comes to you. Even though he always listens to Xaden, the minute you are endangered he is abandoning his post, doing whatever possible to help you. He knows you can handle yourself, which leads to him restraining himself during challenges until he feels like you need to tap out. He doesn't care how much it bothers you, he'll never let anyone or anything harm what's most important to him.
Acts of Service. Liam's love language is 100% acts of service, he loves doing such little things for you. His personal favorite is carving a wooden version of your dragon just because, a wooden statue of yourself and him on your anniversary, and don't forget the wooden flower he carved and painted when you were feeling down. Your personal favorite is when he does domestic acts of service, such as laying out your clothes for you before you get up for the day.
Kisses. Liam's kisses are always soft. He has this perfect gentleness to him, and his gentle kisses always leave you chasing his lips, demanding he gives you more. He kisses you with such love and adoration, as if you are his entire world and he wants to show that to you every time he kisses you.
Touch. Similar to his kisses, his touch is always gentle and soft. His hand on your waist or thigh is always gentle, like he's grounding you. His own way of telling you here's there. The way he gently caresses wherever his hand is reassures you in ways you cannot describe, his actions constantly grounding you no matter what situation you find yourself in.
Jealousy. Liam never gets jealous. Annoyed that someone has your attention that isn't him? That's what gets him. You know how he works to a T, and he knows exactly what game you are playing when you laugh a little too much at one of Ridoc's jokes, feeling your boyfriend tense at the unnecessary attention you give your squadmate. Rest assured, he makes sure you know your place later on.
Priority. According to Xaden, Violet is Liam's number one priority. According to Liam, you overrule that statement. You have a deep understanding on why Violet is practically guarded by Liam. In fact, you help guard her as well, especially in times when it makes sense for a woman to be there rather than a man. Though, you know the moment you need Liam, he's giving his position to Bodhi, Ridoc, or Sawyer as he rushes to your side. Even if you don't tell him you could use his presence or comfort, he simply knows. This man lives for you.
Cuddling. Liam is a human furnace. Literally. His favorite thing to do after a long day for either himself or you, or both, is dragging you to your shared room, and cuddling you for the rest of the day, promptly missing dinner and staying there until the following morning. Liam can't help it, your presence heals him in ways he can't explain. These moments are his favorite, laying in the solace of your room, hushed voices and giggles being heard from you as you recount your day to him. Even if no words are spoken, that is more than enough for Liam as he soaks up the feeling of your body against his, committing the feeling of your presence to memory.
Family. Liam is a family man, that much is known. He'll constantly tell you stories of Sloane, always reassuring you that she will love you. When you do meet Sloane, she is a little combative at first--it's in her nature. The minute she does warm up to you, starting seeing you like her future sister-in-law, it nearly makes you burst into tears. Liam is practically Xaden's brother, and even though Xaden doesn't show emotion to anyone but Violet, he approves of you. He protects you like he protects the marked ones, because to him--you are one of them.
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Dominant. Liam is definitely the dominant one in the bedroom, but in comparison to Xaden and Garrick, he's always gentle with you. He takes his sweet time, making sure everything he does for you or with you is absolutely perfect. The way he handles you with such care yet still giving the perfect amount of pleasure shows how much he truly loves you, and isn't having sex with you just because he wants to. He's also the type of person to say he's making love to you.
Pillow princess. You best believe you are his pillow princess. He thrives to pleasure you. Even though you always try to return the favor after he gives you such an amazing orgasm with his fingers, he'll slap your hand away. "Let me do all the work, baby," he'll whisper into your ear, easing you onto your back as he kisses up your body, waiting for you to fully come down from your high.
Oral. While some of the other FW boys prefer tongue over fingers when it comes to giving oral, Liam is definitely a fingers guy. More specifically, he'll use his non-dominant hand, sinking his index and middle finger into your wet hole. The way you clench around those fingers and the sounds that come from your mouth could make him come on the spot, especially when it's his relic-clad fingers that make you reach multiple orgasms. He has become accustomed to the way everyone else views his rebellion relic with such disgust, but the way he is able to pull orgasm after orgasm from you with those fingers mesmerizes Liam in a way he doesn't fully understand--but he loves it too much to stop.
Praise. Liam is constantly praising you in the bedroom. Especially when you're being his pillow princess, he can't help but praise how good you're being for him while he pleasures you and only you. And on the few instances when you convince him to let you ride him, the only coherent sentences coming out of his mouth that aren't his own moans are "you look so beautiful, baby."
Positions. Liam is all about the moment, not what you're doing. As long as he can see you and look into your eyes as he thrusts into you, bringing you both to your intense orgasms, that's all that matters to him. He's always open to trying new things, especially the interesting positions that you come up with in your pretty little head--but as long as he can see your face, that's all that matters to Liam.
Marking. Liam loves marking you up. He's very much outward about his relationship with you, and never hesitates at finding a moment to make it abundantly clear to everyone in the quadrant. His favorite spot to mark you up is the sweet spot on your neck, your squadmates claim that mark refuses to go away--but what they don't know is that Liam remarks it every time it nearly fades. Aside from the spot on your neck, he loves biting your inner thighs before going down on you.
Jealousy. If Liam is jealous, he never lets that dictate how he pleases you. He'll still keep his same gentle demeanor, though his dirty talk will get more intense. You always love riling him up, knowing the words that'll come out of his mouth when you two are alone make it all worth it. Liam will sink his relic-clad fingers inside of you, never getting tired of the way you gasp around him, aching for this exact moment all day. Flashes of the way you laughed too much at Ridoc's jokes during breakfast resurfaces, thrusting his fingers deeper than usual, curling around your gummy walls. Louder moans come from your mouth, and your eyes instantly snap to Liam's when he sinks his teeth in your inner thigh, not breaking eye contact with you. "You're mine, sweetheart," he soothes over the mark with his tongue before continuing his ministrations, quickly bringing you to your orgasm.
Aftercare. Liam's aftercare is even gentler than when he's pleasuring you. Once you've both come, he'll stay inside you as he soothes down your hair, softly humming to you as he waits for you to fully come down from your high. "There's my girl," he'll murmur once you open your eyes, softly smiling at him. He'll gently remove himself from you, leaving soft kisses along your cheeks apologetically. He'll quickly get a wet rag, returning to you as he kneels on the floor, leaving a kiss on both your inner thighs where he had bitten you, taking great care in cleaning you up. Once he's satisfied with it, he's putting his shirt on you, pulling you into his arms as he hums a song to you, watching as you slowly drift off to sleep with a soft smile on your face. Once you're finally asleep, Liam allows himself to sleep as well, the last thing he sees before it's lights out is your beautiful face.
synopsis: Being with Liam Mairi comes with its pros and cons. For the most part, the pros outweigh any con that comes your weigh. Though, these cons have their way of irritating you. But that does not compare to the raw anger Liam gets from these cons. After all, anything that bothers you is a threat that must be eliminated—according to Liam, of course.
warnings: cursing, implied smut, protective!liam, established relationship, reader takes care of liam
w/c: 1.6k
a/n: happy liam week! here's my contribution for day 2: protective @empyreanevents
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Dating a marked one is not easy.
The relationship itself was the best thing you have ever asked for. Liam Mairi is the definition of perfect—always treating you like a princess, keeping you safe, and always showering you in endless love.
The part that made it difficult? The way other cadets began to view you simply because you were dating a marked one. In all fairness, Liam warned you before you two got together and even before you two decided to be public. You remember the conversation like it was yesterday.
“Are you…sure?” Liam hesitantly asked, diverting his ice-blue eyes. They landed on his relic-clad hand, a certain tension settling within him.
“About what?” You questioned, letting out a laugh in the process. You couldn’t kick that habit, one that always made an appearance when you’re nervous. And gods, Liam Mairi always made you nervous.
“Being with me,” he specifies, giving you a look.
“Of course I’m sure, why wouldn’t I be?” You tilt your head, a weak attempt to get the blonde to look at you.
He looks up at you, eyes widened in shock. “I’m a child of the rebellion,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“And we both crossed the parapet,” you deadpan, showing that his statement holds no weight. At least, not to you.
He releases a loud breath, grabbing your hands with his large ones, “you need to know, that being with me means that people will see you differently.”
You chuckle, “what does that mean?”
“It means, there is a high chance people will not want to be around you because of me,” Liam’s blue eyes bore into your own, holding so much certainty.
“People like to be around you,” you point out, “Ridoc, Sawyer, Violet, me.”
He chuckles, the sound dry with humor. “Just because the squad likes me doesn’t mean everyone else feels that way.” You go to open your mouth to retort, but Liam quickly shushes you by flashing his palm in front of you. “I’m used to people viewing me differently because of my mother. People think I’m dangerous, untrustworthy, and not worthy in general. I live with it on a daily basis. But can you live with it? Anyone who’s associated with me experiences the backlash.”
You furrow your brows, “if people see me differently because I’m with you, they’re stupid.”
The corner of his mouth tilts up, “that’s true. Look at Quinn, so many cadets were quick to judge when she became Imogen’s best friend. But that didn’t stop her.”
You squeeze Liam’s hands, “let me make this clear for you. I don’t care how people view me for being with you. At the end of the day, I found the love of my life and they haven’t. Okay?”
“Okay,” he whispers, leaning forward to place a loving kiss on your forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you two,” you smile, your eyes crinkling in the process.
You never really thought you’d come face to face with it. It was easy avoiding the judgmental stares and the whispers. At the end of the day, those cadets weren’t even in your squad or your section. But this? This is worst.
“Hey, sweetheart,” the second-year cadet leans on the stone wall where you lingered, waiting for your boyfriend to walk you to your next class.
“Don’t call me that,” you keep your voice firm and steady, taking a tentative step back to gain back the space you so desperately seek.
The cadet steps closer, the familiar feeling of being uncomfortable spreading through your veins and into your heart. “I have a proposition for you. You let me take you out into the village tonight.”
You divert your eyes, “first-years aren’t permitted into the village.”
He laughs, the sound as ugly as his personality, “sneaking out exists, sweetheart.”
“No,” you speak steadily, “I’ll pass.”
“I can assure you, sweetheart, I can fuck you better than that marked one,” he goes to grasp your chin, to pull your eyes to you. Before he can even touch you, a large hand to wrapping around his wrist and pushing him into the wall.
Your eyes snap in front of you, met with Liam’s large back. You didn’t have to look at him to know he was upset. His ice-blue eyes bore into the cadet’s eyes, making his point very clear without needing to speak a word.
“Touch her. See what fucking happens,” Liam spits out, narrowing his eyes at the older cadet. He was thankful he wasn’t in the same squad as himself, so he’s free to hurt him if he truly desires. He does desire, but he doesn’t want to upset you. Had he touched you—
“It was just a joke, calm down,” the cadet anxiously chuckles, clearly lying.
“Jokes are supposed to be funny. Nobody’s laughing, not even Gamlyn,” Liam raises his brows. On any other day, he wouldn’t refer to his friend by last name, but given how his blood is boiling with anger, he doesn’t find it within him to care.
The cadet scowls at him, “don’t forget who’s older. Know your fucking place.”
Liam doesn’t realize what he’s doing until it’s done. It seems his body has a mind of it’s own, instantly swinging at the cadet and knocking him into the wall from the force of the punch. He doesn’t go any further than that, the wall had done more damage than his fist.
Liam squats, getting eye level with the cadet, “if you even look in my girl’s direction, I’ll be digging your gravestone. Learn your fucking place, got it?”
The cadet nods, clenching his jaw in the process. Liam lets out a pleased hum, rising back to his full height and grabbing onto your arm, pulling you away from the crowd that had accumulated. He brings you into an abandoned hallway, finally letting go and stopping.
“Thank you,” you whisper, feeling comfortable already. As long as you were with Liam, you were perfectly fine.
“Anything for you,” Liam answers, his words instantly melting your heart.
A quick downcast glance makes you notice his bloodied knuckles on his right hand. You were glad his relic-clad hand hadn’t gotten bruised up—that hand was your favorite. Still, you frown at the broken skin and blood forming from the fight.
You extend your hand, “let’s go clean up your hand.”
His dimple forms, smiling at you, “whatever you say, my love.”
He takes your hand, allowing you to lead him to your room, knowing you have your first-aid kit ready to go. It had made your pack slightly more heavy than necessary when crossing the parapet, but you refused to chicken out and see the healers for stupid injuries that you could easily clean and wrap yourself. He relaxes once you close the door, sitting in his usual spot at the end of your bed.
You make quick work of getting the first-aid kit out of your armoire, setting it on the bed next to your boyfriend. You open the kit, digging through the different supplies until you find your half-used roll of bandages and an antiseptic packet. Ripping open the packet, the smell of antiseptic fills your nostrils, though it’s relaxing in a way. Your hand gently rests under Liam’s guiding it towards you.
“This will sting,” you warn, not giving him time to respond before you’re wiping his knuckles, cleaning off the blood and the wound itself, not wanting it to get infected.
“Fuck,” Liam breathes out, wincing from the sting. He doesn’t allow his hand to move, knowing how meticulous you are when it comes to this type of thing. He swears you should’ve been a healer. Maybe in another life.
“Sorry,” you whisper, making quick work of cleaning up his hand.
You throw the bloodied wipe into the trashcan behind you, now grabbing the roll of bandages. The light-brown fabric wraps around his knuckles once, twice, three times—for good measure—before you secure it in place.
“Tada!” A smile coats your lips, presenting his bandaged hand like a trophy. Like something you were proud of.
Arms encircle your waist, pulling you towards Liam’s warm body. “Thank you, baby,” he brushes against your lips, teasing you. He connects your lips with his, sending all his love for you. You smile into the kiss, preparing to pull away, but Liam knew exactly what you were going to do. He places a firm hand behind your neck, keeping you there as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. It isn’t until his lips make you dizzy and feverish that he pulls away, watching as your swollen lips pout for more. He chuckles, placing a chaste kiss on your lips, deeming that the end for now.
Liam would never regret protecting you. The moment you agreed to dealing with how people would begin to view you, he vowed to himself that he’d do whatever it takes to protect you from those people. He couldn’t help the fierce protectiveness turning his brain into fight mode when he saw how uncomfortable you looked. All he could think in that moment was “who dared to make her feel that way?”
He didn’t care that he would get a lecture from Xaden later.
He didn’t care that people would whisper about it.
He didn’t care that he, a first-year, beat up a second-year.
All he cared about was that you were safe and sound, in his arms.
Heyyy, I love love your writing!! Can you do Liam Mairi x Female Reader, where Liam and reader are in 2nd year (No questions asked ><). While Liam is a very loving brother to Sloane, she is a little jealous when Liam is constantly doting over Y/N (maybe like we could have Sloane once walking in on them? 🙈🙈).
Would love to read this, only if you're up for it though!
jealousy
pairing: liam mairi x female reader
genre: fluff and a dash of angst
synopsis: It’s your second year of Basgiath, along with your second year with your boyfriend, Liam Mairi. All is well except for one minor issue. His sister hates your guts. You and Liam can only deal with so much—Sloane’s anger is the cherry on top.
warning(s): cursing, implications of smut, established relationship, LIAM IS ALIVE, takes place in IF, Sloane’s a bitch
w/c: 2.0k
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Second year at Basgiath could be described in many words. There was RSC, interrogations where you were basically tortured, but you decided that you favorite part was spending it with your boyfriend, Liam Mairi. There were a lot of dark times and days during this year, but your boyfriend was the light that made it all worth it.
Ridoc groans, “the lovebirds are at it again.”
You snap out of your thoughts, not realizing you were adoringly staring at your boyfriend. You give your squad a sheepish smile, refocusing your attention to Rhiannon. She playfully rolls her eyes, repeating what she had said that you apparently missed, though it was nothing important.
Your squad was sat in the mess hall, idly waiting for the minutes to tick by until you could go to your next class—history. You tried not to groan at the thought of sitting there for an hour straight to learn about history. History that has been erased and rewritten. A scoff to your left has your eyes finding it’s owner, landing on Sloane, your boyfriends younger sister. To put it lightly…Sloane had a lot of anger. It only made you wonder what type of dragon she would bond.
“No doubt a red,” your green swordtail murmured down the bond. You hummed in agreement, having too many conversations with your dragon about your feelings towards Sloane.
Sloane Mairi did not like you.
You weren’t quite sure where the animosity came from. In fact, you were excited to meet the younger girl, except she decided she didn’t want anything to do with you when you were introduced after she crossed the parapet. You frown, unsure what is the cause of her disgust. Her eyes are glued to your lunch tray, in which your eyes follow, only met with your boyfriend cutting up your chicken for you.
The action melts your heart, it does every time. But you were also sick of his adorable actions making Sloane dislike you more. You lightly nudge him, giving him a playful smile as you take over cutting your food from him. He gives you a confused look, only to be distracted by a question from Sawyer.
It’s hard to ignore Sloane’s burning gaze as you finish cutting your chicken and begin eating the remainder of your lunch.
Dain approaches the table, your entire squad unconsciously tensing at the sight of your wingleader. Not because he’s your wingleader, but because he was the one who outed your friends and boyfriend to his father of their plan last year. You were grateful your boyfriend had survived. Soleil had not been as lucky.
Rhiannon raises a brow, giving Dain the opportunity to explain why he was here. His arms fold over his chest, gaze connecting with Rhiannon’s, “history is cancelled.”
Rhiannon furrows her brows, “why?”
Dain shrugs, “not sure, I was given the order. Enjoy the two hours to yourselves.” Without another word, he turns on his heel and walks out of the mess hall to do whatever the hell wingleaders do.
Ridoc rises, Sawyer joining him, “well, I don’t know about you all, but I’m going to spar. Anyone care to join?”
Rhiannon, Aaric, Lynx, and Sloane agree to join, only because they have nothing else to do. Violet claims she has to write back to Xaden before he comes this weekend, knowing her schedule will not permit them to see each other as always.
Liam’s hand encloses around your own, pulling you up and into the direction of his room. You hadn’t even finished your lunch, or had the opportunity to clear your plate, but you didn’t really care. You’ve memorized the way to his room, you could walk there blindfolded if you truly wished to. It isn’t long until you’ve both shucked off your boots and weapons, cuddling contently on his large bed.
“Thank Amari history was cancelled,” Liam murmurs, chin resting atop your head.
You giggle, lightly tracing your finger along his covered abdomen, “agreed. I couldn’t sit through another one of those classes if there were a blade to my neck.”
He scoffed at your crude statement, a laugh following after. “It’s weird to not have a full-packed day. We haven’t had a class cancelled since threshing.”
You hummed out, “I should probably catch up on homework.”
Liam maneuvers the two of you, rolling so he’s hovering atop of you. His forearms brace on the bed around your head, icy blue eyes gazing into your own. “I have a different idea of how to spend these two hours.”
You raise a teasing brow, “oh, do you?”
“Mhm,” Liam dips down, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. You giggle at the contact, laying your hands on his broad shoulders.
His kisses litter all over your face, teasing you as you grow more impatient. You pout, giving him your best doe eyes. He smiles at you, adoration and love swirling in his blue eyes. He dips down again, this time connecting with your lips. His lips are soft and loving against yours, the kiss tender. It’s not long before the kiss becomes more passionate and hungry, arching your back slightly when you feel Liam’s hands sliding under your shirt. His hands are cold against your hot skin, roaming between your hips and ribcage.
His lips leave yours, placing hot kisses along your neck, settling against the adjunction of your shoulder and neck to take the skin between his teeth, knowing how sensitive the spot is for you.
“Liam—“ you begin, your voice breathless.
“Shh, let’s take this off,” his hands grip the end of your shirt, bringing it above your head as he throws it to the floor, not caring where it lands. You laugh at his antics, though it quickly turns to whines and gasps with the work he’s doing on your neck.
His lips navigate to your chest, placing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling on the strands, eliciting a groan from him in the process. You knew how much he loved your hands in his hair, especially when you tugged on them. You exploited it as much as possible, even in front of your friends. His knee slots in between your legs, ready to further the endless teasing he’s doing to you before you’re rudely interrupted.
“Hey Liam—“ a voice begins, abruptly cut off. You recognized that voice too well. Out of all the people to walk in on you and your boyfriend, it had to be his sister that despises you.
Liam groans, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder. “Seriously, Sloane? You couldn’t have knocked?”
She scoffs, her usual malice laced into her voice, “I didn’t think you’d be trying to fuck someone in the middle of the day.”
Liam scoops up your discarded shirt, gingerly handing it to you as you shrug it on. It’s not like you were completely bare under your shirt, your breasts were still bounded. “She’s my girlfriend,” Liam gives his sister a deadpanned look.
Sloane rolls her eyes, “same thing.”
“No,” Liam grits out, “it’s not.” Liam loved his sister, he truly did. But the way he treated you was something that he hated almost as much as venin.
“Whatever,” Sloane bites out, eyes falling on you. “Do you mind? I’m trying to have a conversation with my brother.”
Her words land, knowing exactly how to wound people with her words. You silently stand, ready to walk out the door to give them some privacy until Liam’s hand wraps around your arm, pulling you to sit back onto the bed.
“This is also her room,” Liam smoothly lies, ignoring the fact that your actual room was right across the threshold. Technically, you had to have your own room, but you did spend nearly every night with Liam, in his arms—in his bed.
“Of course it is,” Sloane breathes out, glaring directly at you. You could feel the fire in her glare, making you shift in your seat. The tension in the room could be cut with a sword, ready to explode at any second. It was only a matter of time of who would explode.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Liam questions, rising from his seat as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“Nothing,” Sloane deflects, looking away in an attempt to avoid her brother’s questioning.
“No, tell me. Why do you act this way?”
“You expect me to be all happy and sunshines in a war college? One that we’re forced to attend?”
“No, but I expect you to treat my girlfriend the same way you treat everyone else.”
“I don’t treat her any differently.”
“Bull-fucking-shit,” Liam snaps, glaring at his sister. “Since the day you’ve two met, you’ve acted like you want to murder her. What has she done to you?”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” she mutters, watching you slightly flinch at the thought of her trying to murder you.
“Sloane.”
“How can you be with someone that is one of them? One of the people that was against our family?”
She was referring to the way you weren’t a marked one. “My parents wasn’t one of them.”
“Excuse me?” She questions, narrowing her eyes.
“My parents had no involvement in it. Yes, my dad was a rider but he was stationed too far to be involved in the altercation between Leadership and the Rebellion. They didn’t know until it started being spread that it had ended.”
Sloane clenches her jaw, refusing to look at you. She was wrong, and she hated that.
“Sloane,” Liam gets her attention, “you’ll always be my family. So will the marked ones, but Y/N is my future. It kills me that you want nothing to do with her, you two are the two most important people in my life.”
Sloane holds Liam’s gaze, the fire slowly smothering under his words. “Yet you act like you only care about her.”
You furrow your brows, mimicking Liam’s expression. Has she hated you this entire time because she was jealous? Jealous of all the attention Liam gave you rather than her? She hated you for something you couldn’t control. Something that could’ve been solved had she simply spoken with her brother.
“That’s not true, you know that.” Liam gives his sister a deadpanned look, the same thoughts running through his mind. “You’re my family, my sister no less—I’ll always care about you.”
“Then why don’t you act like it?” She presses, gaze firmly locked on her older brother. You felt you were now getting involved in something deeper, something that has run deep in Sloane for years. You should leave, give them the privacy to work through it together, but you stayed in your seat.
“Because you act like you want your own space. You put this persona up for everyone, even in front of me. It makes me think you want nothing to do with me. I give you your space, because that’s what you express.”
“You’re my brother, you should know better than what I express,” her voice is weak now, knowing she’s losing the battle she’s begun, shoulders slumping.
She truly did love her brother, and wanted affection and love from him, but she simply had no idea how to ask. Liam doesn’t respond. He simply steps forward, bringing his sister in for tender hug. A hug, by the looks of it, that she desperately needed.
“I’m sorry,” she mutters to you once Liam releases her. You don’t acknowledge the way her eyes are glossy, her entire body telling you she’s vulnerable. You give her a soft smile, finally standing as you bring her in for a hug. She gingerly accepts it, resting her chin on your shoulder.
“It’s okay, I’m far more forgiving than Liam,” you joke, making her giggle from her spot on your shoulder.
“Rude,” Liam mutters from behind you, no doubt feigning betrayal. You didn’t need to turn to be able to see the face your boyfriend was giving you.
Sloane steps out of your embrace, shocked when you loop your arm in hers and tug her out of the door, “we have much to discuss, you won’t believe the things your brother does.”
“Hey!” Liam shouts from behind you, “wait for me!”
The room was still warm with the echo of what had just happened — the sheets tangled low around your waist, your body heavy against the mattress. Your breathing was slowing, but the faint tremor in your limbs told Liam you were still riding the edge of your release.
You felt his fingers trace up your spine, light and slow.
“You with me?” Liam’s voice was soft, that low, lilting warmth that always made you feel like you were safe no matter where you were.
“Mm,” you hummed, your cheek pressed to the pillow. “Just… melted.”
A quiet chuckle. Then his weight shifted off the bed, and before you could miss his warmth, he was back — kneeling beside you with a damp cloth. He started at your collarbone, wiping away the sweat with slow, careful strokes, his touch reverent.
“Too much?” he asked, eyes flicking up to yours, searching.
“Never.”
He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Still. You let me know if you need me to slow down next time.”
You watched him work in quiet concentration, his calloused hands so gentle they barely felt like the same ones that had been gripping you so firmly minutes ago. When he finished, he tossed the cloth into the basin and offered his hand.
“Come on.”
He led you into the small adjoining washroom of his room in Aretia, steam curling from the tub he must have drawn earlier. The water was perfect — hot enough to soothe the ache settling into your muscles. He stepped in first, holding your hands as you followed, guiding you down between his legs so your back rested against his chest.
For a while, neither of you spoke. He ran his hands up and down your arms under the water, his chin resting on your shoulder, pressing an occasional kiss there. The steady beat of his heart against your back grounded you more than anything.
“You’re quiet,” he murmured eventually.
“Just… happy.” You tilted your head so you could see him. “You’re good at this.”
“At what?”
“Making me feel safe. Seen.”
Something soft flickered in his eyes before he kissed your temple. “That’s because you are. Always will be.”
By the time the water cooled, your muscles felt loose, your heartbeat steady again. Liam stood first, wrapping a towel around your shoulders before drying himself off, then carefully working the fabric over your skin like you might break if he wasn’t gentle.
When you were warm and dry, he pulled you back into bed. No pretense, no distance — just his arms wrapped tight around you, one big hand stroking slow circles against your hip.
“Sleep,” he said quietly against your hair. “I’ve got you.”
Violet: Sit down, I'm gonna torture you now
Xaden, smirking: kinky.
Violet: I think you're sweet and breathtaking.
Xaden: What—
Violet: You deserve to be cared for.
Xaden: Stop, now—
Violet: Your feelings are valid and deserve to be heard.
Xaden: I need a safeword!
the gap moe is gojo satoru, number one gaming youtuber in japan, and how he crashes out loser style whenever people hit on his vlogger girlfriend. (that’s you, by the way.)
content: language, crude humor, crack fic, modern au, youtuber au, everyone is an adult, hints of reverse harem
I always have a secondary pair of gloves with me when I am out and about in the city, running errands and so on. One never knows when Master may require my assistance in dispatching fiends, or Mistress may need rescuing from a group of second-rate criminals in some squalid alleyway. Life is unpredictable, and blood is quite tricky to remove from clothing. But that is no reason to return home looking disheveled. It is a simple matter to discard the soiled gloves and don a fresh pair, thus saving time as well as maintaining my impeccable appearance. The latter of which is essential to me.
A flattering sketch of me by artist Alle Page, Artstation
As one of the three impossible tasks, Master Thorn successfully decursed an old set of battle armor that Mistress found in the attic. They had awoken at night to suspicious sounds (there is a story about a pillow which we shall discuss at a later date) and went to investigate. Upon return, they told me it sounded as if a demon were on the roof trying to scratch its way inside the Manor. Hmmm imagine that. How peculiar ;)
Anyway :)
By luring them to the attic, I knew Mistress Scrivener would be instantly infatuated by the suit of armor. My plan worked so well it even surprised me, although I had the utmost confidence in my abilities.
Master Thorn worked tirelessly, which was admirable since he was still in the throes of healing from his own injuries. The armor was now safe, and ready to wear. I cannot tell you how many eye rolls I sent Master’s way as he helped her put it on. I chaperoned, as I myself could not touch that much iron. I can assure you it was as if Master’s brain had totally fallen out from his head. What a spectacle.
I endured several days of Mistress stomping around in it~ up the stairs, down the stairs, into the study~ I’m surprised the marble floor in the entryway survived. She even visited me in the kitchen.
Although I acted weary of her shenanigans, I secretly enjoyed watching her and knowing the courtship was on track. Despite that awful clanking noise.
Heartwarmingly radiant art by the prolific Charlie Bowater
A new Bonus Sketch-a-Wish voted on by my wonderful Patreons for 2024! Featuring Nathaniel and Elisabeth fending off demons, a harrowing scene from Sorcery of Thorns by Margaret Rogerson!
This has been such a frequently requested scene for the longest time, too right, as it's such memorable moment where the guy falls in love at first fight.
Prints available in bio link!
Darling in all walks of life
Reading order: L -> R
This comic is my contribution towards Veritas Roulette's unofficial international Ratiorine project & Commemorative Anthology, Constellations of [If]!
Around 100 talented creators around the world have come together to celebrate Ratiorine's Second Anniversary, please check out more gorgeous artworks under the #ConstellationsofIF tag on X! There's still more to come everyday.
