I ship Alfred Ashford and Claire Redfield. Imagine the things he would do to her in captive...
Thank you for your confession! From what I have seen, you are not alone in this ship, and I am manifesting more Alfred x Claire fanworks for you when CV comes out!!
I've been rewatching Sons of Anarchy and this time around I know Ao3 exists but uh... let's just say I hope fandom finds this show again and re-invigorates the fandom tag with lots more love. I'll have to find the motivation to add something myself of course. Need some Tig/Gemma at the very least. Jax with his sister would also be primo. Clay/Jax too maybe. Jimmy/Kerrianne. Idk so many options.
呪術廻戦 ☃︎ grief swallows satoru’s widow whole, and perhaps, he regrets his sacrifice as well—and as for shoko, well, turns out she’s been keeping a few secrets
“satoru,” you call out and yet no one responds. you sigh deeply, hoping he’d speak to you—just this once.
your marriage isn’t out of love but of duty—duty neither of you wanted yet was cursed to bear. all because he was born powerful, while you, intelligent and extraordinarily beautiful.
you handled the arrangement well and so did he. though, he was a little cold and a little less present than you’d wanted him to be. you couldn’t expect the world of the strongest—the honored one. you just have to sit pretty and wait for the day he chooses to have you bear his heir;
however,
during cold winter nights, he’d hold you tightly. lovingly.
on hot summer days, he’d watch you swim by the lake. attentively.
when lazy afternoons roll around, he’d sit by you, read a book then quiz you. cleverly.
at dawn, as slow mornings overtake both your systems, he’d stare at your barely awake form and nip at whatever skin you’ve left exposed. childishly.
as sweet or adorable as he was, he never said much. but you remember one instance as clear as day. he wore a dark, fitted shirt and loose light trousers.
“you look handsome, toru,” you had said with a bright smile on your face, trying not to think of what the day actually entails.
“thank you, my angel,” he replied back while mimicking your adorable grin. you remember his expression—his face, and you so desperately fight not to forget it in your aging mind.
he walked you over to shoko, who welcomed you with open arms like many times before. both you and her were experienced in the medical field—and as such, the two of you were selected to aid members and students of jujutsu high with their medical affairs as the games went on.
you only watched as he left, leaving you with nothing but an ephemeral kiss. “his decision to go is selfish,” you announced. even the dead bodies that laid on steel beds would’ve shivered if they could.
“selfish?” the warm brunette asked, seemingly surprised at your words. who wouldn’t be? to call satoru’s determination to fight—selfish… it doesn’t seem right or like you at all.
at that moment, you turned to your friend, eyes darkened with your heart barely beating. “he won’t defeat him,” you laughed, tears rolling down your cheeks before shoko even thought of running toward you.
shoko didn’t get it before, but she understands it now.
she crouches by your side, where you’ve been refusing to get up for the past few days. letting you grieve is the right thing to do, but she knows that satoru’d come back as a horrible curse and take her with him if he somehow knew that she let you cry by his shrine for three days.
“c’mon, babe, let’s go,” she tries to force smile.
“satoru,” you call out again.
“he’s not coming back,” she whispers gently, but it blows just the same.
“but what if he does?” you murmur, “what if I leave, and at that moment, he needs me to pull him from the pits of heaven?”
“would you at least eat if I fed you at the foot of his shrine?” she asks kindly. “you need to feel the wind on your skin, and smell the grass as spring rolls around—like we used to.”
you turn at the sudden change in pitch. “shoko…?” you mutter nervously as her eyes seem to pulse a glowing cerulean.
she laughs, but it’s not airy or light—just familiar.
you move back as your brain yells commands for you to stand, but you can’t. you feel stuck to the ground.
then, you look around, trying to make a plan for your escape, but your mind only feels foggy.
your eyes catch on what’s supposed to be satoru’s framed photo atop the incense and mountains of carefully curated flowers. his likeness is no longer there, but the insignia remains.
“satoru—” your breath hitches as you call out to the body crawling towards you. every time you blink, it changes.
shoko.
satoru.
shoko.
satoru.
it’s absolutely terrifying and yet you want to succumb.
they hover over you, trapping you against the wooden floors, both hands on either side of your face. “shoko—” you frown as your eyebrows furrow in fear.
in her likeness, a deep voice comes, “oh, my sweet angel, I never knew my dear friend shoko took quite a strong liking to you…” satoru or a curse coos, leaning down to lick a long stripe from your neck to your ear.
it morphs. so you put your hands on his chest, trying to push your dead husband away. “you’re not him!” you yell, “and you’re not shoko…” you whimper as he only presses himself tighter against your struggling stature.
“just give in, babe. y’know you want to,” a brunette winks, and you realize that you’re almost cupping her breasts, so you let go and wriggle to the side.
he slaps his hand on the wood and it almost breaks. you scream and tremble. “satoru!” you shout.
a slender, manicured hand caresses your face. “satoru, you’re scaring her,” she says with a frown on her plump lips, mounds pressing against your own.
someone rasps from within, “shut up, traitor.”
“traitor?” she laughs, “I’m letting you see your wife!”
“because you want her too!”
they continue to argue in one body as you’re on the verge of passing out, utterly confused with not enough energy in your body to still keep you up.
someone taking advantage of Jason when he's vulnerable......hr....dhrrhrl........someone mind breaking Jason...........someone completely twisting Jason's loving nature and loyalty to their own purposes so he becomes completely devoted to them...........djsaklsmdfkvdnsackafdjs.....👹*foams at the mouth*
