ex!Toji shows up with toddler Megumi on a rainy night.
You curled up in ball, closing your eyes as you hear the muffled sounds of the torrential, pouring rain echo around the walls of your house. The glowing colors of blue and white made you cover up your ears, anticipating the clap of thunder to follow.
You closed your eyes tight as you waited for the sharp sound to reach your ear, but a loud knock on your door is what you got. The person was not banging on the door. It’s just a knock, but a loud one. It didn’t scare you but it made you suspicious.
Who would be calmly knocking on my door in the middle of a downpour?
Your eyes pushed the blanket out of your body to sit up on the edge of the bed before contemplating whether to open the door or not. Another set of knocks pulled your body out of the bed.
ex!Toji shows up with toddler Megumi on a rainy night.
You curled up in ball, closing your eyes as you hear the muffled sounds of the torrential, pouring rain echo around the walls of your house. The glowing colors of blue and white made you cover up your ears, anticipating the clap of thunder to follow.
You closed your eyes tight as you waited for the sharp sound to reach your ear, but a loud knock on your door is what you got. The person was not banging on the door. It’s just a knock, but a loud one. It didn’t scare you but it made you suspicious.
Who would be calmly knocking on my door in the middle of a downpour?
Your eyes pushed the blanket out of your body to sit up on the edge of the bed before contemplating whether to open the door or not. Another set of knocks pulled your body out of the bed.
You walked out of the your room, cautiously checking every dimly lit corner of the house. As you try hard not to make any noise with each step you make. Your mind was panicking with every scenario that could possibly happen.
What if someone already broke in and they're just trying to lure you towards the door to hit you in the back of the head? But my door is locked...right?
You swallowed dryly, taking a deep breath before stepping towards the door. You placed your hand on the cold wood to support your body as you stood on your tippy toes to reach the small peep hole.
The corner of your eyes wrinkled as you attempt to have a clearer vision of who’s on the other side. It was raining so hard, the visibilty was close to zero but you know the person on the other side too damn well to be mistaken.
A tall figure, broad shoulders and dark hair with bright green eyes. His hair was wet; water trickling down his cheeks to his chin as he held the umbrella crookedly. You noticed a bag on his shoulder as your eyed peeked around more. That's when the crooked umbrella started to make sense. He's holding it over a small figure of a...kid?
He's holding a kid in his other arm.
Your eyes widened and before he was about to knock again, you hurriedly opened the door, worried for the small, shivering toddler who's clinging to his shoulder, balling his jacket into his tiny fist.
There, your ex stood with a mini version of him under the rain.
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a/n: just something i imagined while trying to nap. i kinda wanna turn this into something.
tags/cw: angst, royal au, forced marriage, cheating, drama, emotional turmoil, power imbalance, manipulation
word count: 5.1k
If you stay long enough with something, you will learn to love it. Even pain.
“Do you, Suguru Geto, take Y/N as your wife?” The preacher’s voice rang clear through the hall, a stark contrast to the cloud of regret shadowing his eyes as he said the two words that you have been aching, dying to hear from no one else’s lips but his. “I do.” It almost sounded painful, like the cracking of his frozen heart, reflecting in his voice.
The shards cut your skin, digging deep straight into your bones but never missing the heart.
The priest's eyes flickered to yours. There was the respect that you get from everyone in that hall, the adoration from your people—hundreds, no, thousands of eyes glimmered as they stared at you. But none of them could take away the ice that slowly creeps up from the tips of your toes, and your fingertips, as the man in front of you stares at you with an empty gaze.
I fucking loathe you. They didn’t have to be spoken for you to know them. The hatred was as thick as the ground underneath you that you could almost hear his voice whispering it to your ear, thrusting it like a dagger to your brain, rendering you paralyzed. You’re sure that if he wants you to remember anything from this moment, it would be those words.
The veil was lifted from your face and your eyes fluttered closed for a second or two. You hoped that the shade of regret you saw was just due to the threads of your veil but no. He was raging from the inside. You wished for his heart to burn for you with much love, just like yours do for him but no.
Upon kissing him, your body naturally leaned towards his touch. The softness of his lips washed away all the wounds in your heart. The feel of his hand around your waist, and his breath against your lips was enough to rekindle hope into your soul. You almost reached after his warmth as he pulled away from you.
There was warmth on your cheeks from how the love inside your heart overflowed to your head, reaching the soft flesh of your face. Yet, not even a split second was spared from his wandering eyes, searching for the woman who truly owns your most treasured inside his chest—his heart.
A lady in a white dress stood out from the crowd and his eyes sought hers. You watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed, gazing at her with soft, starry eyes. You can’t relate to her at all—you’re just a queen who has everything yet nothing in the palm of her hands.
He looked at her as if even the kiss he gave you was dedicated to her and her whole being. He looked at her as if he would jump out of this altar, slide the ring off his ring finger, and throw it at your face if she as much as motioned with her slender fingers to come to him. He looked at her as if he would trade everything he had now for another day with her, whereas he couldn’t even bear a minute of skin contact with you.
“I now declare you husband and wife.”
The beautiful declaration was muffled but it was enough for you to hear them. The crowds cheered and whistled for the newly wedded couple, you took his hand in yours, ignoring how limp and cold it felt. He didn’t even make an effort to squeeze it back but your heart surely felt its crushing force.
You smiled your way out of the cathedral, ignoring the pair of eyes that burned holes in your figure. If they could be bullets, you’d be riddled with it by now, ignoring the way your husband had never once smiled at you ever since the ceremony started even and even as you looked up at him now.
You’ve been unwanted before. This isn’t the first time. You hushed your weeping, bleeding heart as you stepped into the carriage. Flower petals were all over you and you giggled lightly as you brushed them off your clothes and head before placing your hand on his thigh, almost begging for affection.
“You’re my husband.” You cooed at him, leaning on his shoulders and rubbing your cheek gently on him. If he wanted soft, you would become the softest. You sighed at the silence that enveloped the two of you. The air inside was cold despite the closed windows. Your hand was gently yet firmly brushed away from his leg. “This is all for duty, your Majesty.” He sounded hoarse, face dull and eyes empty.
“You are now our Kingdom’s Prince.” You didn’t even recognize your own voice as you tried to cheer him up, reaching up a shaky hand to touch his face and turn his gaze to you. The hardest thing to do was pretend to be brave when everything was tearing you apart. There was sadness in his eyes. There was anger.
Perhaps this is grief. He’s mourning for his lost love. The love that you killed. That you burned.
“You are my Prince.” The sigh in your words made you sound gentler but nothing could ever top Aika; his only love. “You should’ve chosen someone else.” He spoke monotonously at your face, sending the smile on your lips crumbling down. Then, there was your futile attempt to pull yourself together.
“There’s no better match for the position.” Your love for him was not the sole basis for your reason to agree on choosing him. He’s smart and strong. He has a heart for the country. Everything that a Prince can have is in him. But another crucial thing for marrying is…
“And I love you.” You’ve never felt so vulnerable in front of him before until those words escaped your lips. It was a product of the overwhelming, overstimulating wedding ceremony and the fact that you are now officially reigning alongside your first love.
But the look of pity in his eyes when he heard you say those words was the worst.
“Don’t blame me if it doesn’t work.” He whispered, pulling his hand away and moving to the farther corner of the carriage the moment you sped past the long line of cheering people. It was all for show to him. But not for you.
If you stay long enough with something, you will learn to love it. Even pain. That’s what you always told yourself.
“What wouldn’t work if you get to do anything you want?” The rasp in your voice is a warning: the tears are about to fall. You’ve been tough for years, you can’t let yourself fall now that you have everything you could ever want.
Do you really have everything you want now?
“Very well, then. I would like to visit the Princess of the Southern district every other night.” He straightened up ignoring the way your hand almost reached up to clutch your chest. The silence was long and your gaze was starting to irritate him. If it wasn’t for his promise to the former King, he would’ve already jumped out of this carriage, threw away his ring, and swept the Princess off her feet.
It doesn’t matter if they don’t have everything. Hell, it doesn’t even matter if they don’t have anything. He will sell his soul to escape this life he’s about to face.
“You don’t want the people to think—” You began, regaining your composure as you tried to sit closer to him. He used to tell you that your hands were warm. “That’s why I said ‘night.’” He spat the obvious; the obvious that you tried so hard to ignore. The hole in your heart started to get bigger as the realization hit you.
He cares about the feelings of everyone in that Kindom, but he doesn’t give two shits if it will kill you. He’d pretend, he’d hide his true feelings for their sake. But he’ll openly declare his undying love for another woman on your face.
“Queen Y/N, I am not asking for permission.” He clarified and you can’t say ‘no.’ Despite your difference in power, you just don’t have it in you to stop him. What if he leaves when he feels restricted? How will you make him love you then? Your brows furrowed at how crazy you sounded. You’re not supposed to be like this.
“So, that's your condition?” You straightened up, putting your hands on your lap. This is starting to feel like a meeting, a deal between two people who only want to use each other and you hate that. “Don’t put it that way. You know I’m doing this for your father.” He fixed his collar, jaw tightening as if he deeply regretted ever agreeing to it. He probably does.
“Let’s just say it would ensure balance in our relationship. Since you went and did what you wanted, at least let me be with who I want. Even just for a quarter of my life.” He gritted the last sentence, sending ripples to your vulnerable heart. You nodded, blinking away the wetness in your eyes.
The castle has never looked so far before. And you had never felt so unloved before.
'You can’t be fucking serious.' That’s what he said in his mind as he kept his head bowed, right hand atop his left chest as he knelt along with the most respected warriors of the country. He did not dare look up. He can't find it in himself.
“My father and I have a lot of respect for you. As a protector of our kingdom, I look up to you and admire your skills as a leader and heart for the citizens.” You began and he remained in his position, hearing your heels tap lightly against the marble floor as you walked down the steps from your throne.
“Everyone, you may go for now.” With a series of sharp salutes, the soldiers filed out of the grand hall, leaving Suguru alone with the Queen. Suguru’s fingers grew cold by the minute. What are you even planning to do? He can't get married to someone else.
Not when his heart is already set on pursuing Princess Aika.
You let a few moments pass before speaking again. “I want you to marry me.” Straight to the point. You felt the tension when you first declared that he was chosen. “Please, stand up, Suguru. It’s just us now.” Suguru doesn’t know if he should hate that you could be so casual with each other now despite your statuses.
Did you mistake his kindness for something else?
“Look, my father’s dying. I have to find a Prince. You know the rules of this—” You breathed out, desperate and shaking after catching a glimpse of his eyes. His brows bumped together and his lips sealed shut. You can tell that he doesn’t want to do it. It almost felt like a barbed wire crawled up and around your neck, tightening with each passing second.
In your kingdom, if a woman is to ascend to the throne then, she must ensure a Prince by her side. Otherwise, she will not be allowed to reign and the next in line will take over. You used to think it was a dumb requirement. It was almost as if the crown was belittling what a woman could do on her own. It’s been a rule for thousands of years that no one dared to challenge.
“It doesn’t have to be me, Y/N.” He stood up, finally meeting your eyes. He licked his lips, shaking his head as he paced around. It made you nervous, scared even. “But this country needs someone who—” You proceeded to explain only to be cut off again. You can tell he’s trying to contain his reaction.
“Then, you have a lot of options, my Queen. It doesn’t have to be me.” He reiterated the last part with more force, staring deep into you. Before you could even stop yourself from asking the question you feared the most at the moment, it already slipped out of your mouth.
“Why?” There was no answer and it felt like the sound of his breathing just set a timer for the ticking bomb inside you. All your life has been filled with whys. When deciding on this thing, you didn’t think you’d have one of those again. You didn’t expect Suguru would be the cause of it too.
Because there’s only been a certainty with him. No wondering, no doubts. Just him.
“Why, Suguru? My father and I talked about this and I-I…” You stammered, walking closer to him, agitated by your thoughts and the slowly rising disappointment in your heart. Out of all people… “Why not you? Are you married? Do you not wish to marry? Do you not wish for a better life? Or are you—” The questions were asked slowly and Suguru hated that for a second he almost saw your mother’s condescending gaze in your eyes.
The one to whom all people bow—the one who doesn't wait for an answer.
“Because I’m in love with someone else, Y/N! Am I supposed to throw that away?” He exploded, he sighed exasperatedly, taking a step away from you. “If you want to marry someone… if you want someone to take the role of the Prince, it won’t be me.” You knew it. That damn trip to the southern district changed something in him.
“Who? Where are they from? Is it a commoner?” You displayed a straight face, void of emotions as your heart started to hurt. There was a pounding in your head, and the barbed wire around your neck finally drew blood. It is killing you.
“Do you have to know?” He looked at you with extreme disbelief in his eyes. You always respected his privacy even if you could easily coax things out of him with just your words. Just how low will you go for this throne? The throne you claimed to be not so interested in. The throne that raised you and broke you at the same time.
“I am your Queen and I demand an answer.” You hate to be like this but you’re starting to feel numb. Your hopes were high, and so the fall is harder, harsher to your already brittle bones; brittle from the cold, brittle from the beating, brittle from the pain you have felt up to this moment.
You watch him shake his head, eyes wide with surprise. You’ve never used your power against him, no matter how much the situation demands. He has always been a friend to you, never a pawn. But right now he feels nothing more than a commoner who has no choice but to kiss the ground you walk on.
“It’s Princess Aika of the South.” Your childhood friend. Your cousin. Indeed, she’s easy on the eyes. Easy on the heart too because she’s kind. She’s one, if not the most-liked ladies of the Kingdom. Not even you—a former princess who hails from the Central, the highest—can beat her at that.
You nodded, murmuring an ‘I see,’ which he probably didn’t even hear. You bit your lip turning your back at him, as you tried to fight back the tears. So, that’s why he’s been going there more than his duty demands. That’s why he sometimes leaves your training to the other knights.
“So, she’s the urgent duty you sometimes use as an excuse during our training sessions?” It was a couple of months back, you didn’t even notice. It’s been almost a year since the trip to the Southern District, when had they start to meet each other in secret? Do the other knights know? Why didn’t he tell you when you thought you had a close relationship with him?
“No. I would never lie about my job, your Majesty. It was true that they required help with the South because of their declining economy.” His voice was clear, and honesty was thick but you’re not satisfied.
“Why does it have to be you?” He swallowed thickly, catching on to the statement, a clear mockery of his earlier question to you. “They need a skilled—” He began but was quickly stopped when you let out a snicker, letting your hands fall to your sides as you turned around to face him, eyes cold and dead.
“Then, you have a lot of options, Commander.” He has never seen you in this light before and it was true that the royal blood shines naturally when it comes to certain situations. At that moment, it felt as if you were slowly rising above him, intimidating him with your towering wits and power. He can’t even see the little girl he played with during the coronation day many years ago.
“Y/N, you know they need the most suitable for the—” He tried to make the argument lighter than where it was going but to no avail as you once again interrupted him. “If you could make that statement, then you should understand where I’m coming from.” He was sure that he saw a tear escape your eye as you turned around again.
“Tell your Princess that I, the Queen, would like to convene a meeting with her tomorrow morning.” You stated, running a hand over your gown, almost hearing his breath hitch at the command. “You are to participate, Commander.” The statement was absolute and no matter how much he told himself not to fear your decisions, he still felt worried for Aika.
You won’t hurt your own cousin, right? You’re not like that. He knows you.
“U-understood.” With that, you left without even looking at him. Each step that you take away from the man is a stomp to your heart. You wanted to turn around and beg him but that’s not what you’re allowed to do. To be a Queen is to be tough even in this heartwrenching situation. No matter how much you want to crumble for him.
This may be karma for seeing the fact that you need a Prince to officially reign as an opportunity to get the man that you want to marry.
You don’t know what you will say but there’s just one thing certain in your mind: your marriage with Suguru will proceed.
“Good morning, Your Highness.” The Princess of the Southern District bowed before you with the man of your dreams beside her. Even supporting her as she sat down. He has an unreadable expression on his face, eyes asking for some sort of mercy albeit not knowing what is to come.
He’s more worried for her than for himself. How absurdly romantic.
You had a chat with one of your head maids the night before. “Do not forget the power that you hold, my Queen. Even the highest of her district shall bow to you. Do not fret.” Taking a deep breath, you maintained your facade as you smiled at her. She looked so sweet and demure in her baby pink long dress. Definitely a match for your strong knight.
A flower and a blade, sitting together. What a sight.
It took everything in you not to scoff when she turned her head to look at him, smiling slightly. She’s always been the subject of comparison to you—how more feminine she is than you, more delicate, more ideal as a woman. It irritated you before but never enough to hate her. Even now when she’s the apple of your man’s eye, you still cannot hate her.
What the people do not know is you’re just as delicate as her—her as silk and you as a bomb.
“How long have you been together?” You started, leaning back on your chair, watching them exchange looks. “Not really ‘together’, yet. I’m still trying to prove myself to her, your Majesty.” Your eyes narrowed for a split second before looking down. You hate to think that you’re being a villain here.
“What do you say about marriage, Princess Aika?” Suguru’s eyes were on you, guarding your every emotion, every word that would escape your lips. “What we have now, my Queen, is only but a budding relationship. We still have so much to know about each other.” She laughed awkwardly, looking at him to see his reaction but his eyes remained on you.
“I see. That’s right. Marriage shouldn’t be rushed. Unless there’s a good reason for it, don’t you think?” You took a sip of your tea, nodding as you continued, “Is there ever a good reason for it?” You tried to joke, only to earn another awkward laugh. After a little more chat, you figured this wouldn’t be as shocking to this Princess anymore. At least, it was not surprising enough to make her pass out.
“I’m gonna have to marry your suitor, Aika.” You addressed her by her first name, eyes softening as you watched Suguru stiffen in his seat. “Pardon?” The girl was on the edge of her seat, quite literally, as her gaze jumped between you and Suguru. “I’m sure you’re aware of the ways of the Crown.” You looked down, feeling like you were killing two hearts at once. It’s the last thing you want to do but…
“Do not fret." The maid’s voice echoed in your head. Suguru’s loving gaze flashed inside your mind and once again, you’re determined. “Him? Cousin…we have a lot of capable men—” She started, but Suguru cut her off. “It’s not official, we still have to talk it through.” His eyes were on you, clearly pissed, caught off guard at how quickly you switched the subject.
“But the Crown is absolute once its decision has been made.” Her eyes watered, scooting closer to him as she desperately grabbed his hand, before breaking down to sob on his shoulders. You’re starting to hate yourself as time passes. How he shushed her made you want to run to the balcony and throw yourself off it. Maybe that would be better.
“He’s my father’s candidate.” You added, hearing her cries get louder. He looked at you with disgust—for the first time in your years with him—you know that he started to hate you at that moment. It almost made you want to take your words back but to do so would be to win nothing. This one decision can give all that you have worked and suffered for.
“If that was the decision, then so be it.” After several moments of watching the love of your life desperately wipe the tears of another woman, she finally spoke. Eyes filled with defeat and hate at the same time. You don’t know if there’s a worse combination. “My Queen, I beg you to understand that my decision to give him up does not diminish my feelings for him in any way. I am simply leading all that could be involved to a better path.” Her words were daggers and you could sense their threat.
‘This doesn’t kill our love. I simply want him and my family safe.’ It goes without saying that anyone who goes against the Crown will be punished accordingly. Not even the current head could change and erase the wishes of a dying ruler. Especially not one with enough support to back it with.
Everyone knows that the best option is Suguru. Even if you call every citizen of the land now and ask them one by one, they know that he is the best candidate. Born and raised in the castle, trained by the nobles and the most skilled knights, one could say that the only missing thing from him is the blue blood of the royals. There is no other person.
The next thing you know, the Princess is already bowing to you and on her way out with Suguru following like a lost puppy behind her, leaving you with your thoughts, the pressure chewing you alive and the guilt of having power. You felt like you couldn’t proceed with any of it anymore. How long do you have to force yourself into this man when he’s already planted himself in someone else’s heart? Now, you have to claw at it just to get to him and hold him to you.
That alone is embarrassing and you just know that the younger you wouldn’t want to be this person. “At least, make it all worth it. After all the sacrifices we’ve made for you. At least, do something right.” Your late mother’s harsh words dug a pool of tears in your eyes. When have you turned into this monster? When did you turn into someone like her?
The ghost of shackles wrapped around your ankles was cold as you tried to calculate your debt. ‘I have no right to refuse. This is what I was made alive for.’ Your head started to spin as you stood up, watching as Suguru turned to look at you with furrowed brows, “I will deal with my life if I have to.” He spoke to the Princess before allowing her guards to take her with them, knowing he was not supposed to be seen with her by the public. Not after he has been declared as a candidate—no, a chosen one for your marriage.
He can’t get her exiled without a plan for them. He loves her too much.
“I’ll be meeting her tonight. And no, I’m not asking for permission, Y/N.” You remained unmoving, eyeing him as he tried to stare you down. If he’s being honest, the look in your eyes almost made him consider taking you to the people of the outskirts. Maybe your mother did something that turned you like this.
“You told me you would want to change the rules of this kingdom. But now you’re just another dog of the Crown.” He spat at you, blinking as he let the words sink in. You swallowed the insults, seeing the portrait of the Kingdom’s flag behind him. “And so is your woman for simply agreeing. Stop acting like a damn jughead, Suguru. You know why it’s not easy.” He shook his head, stepping away.
That night, you just know that they met. Probably making love somewhere in the South, bathing in each other's love while you’re here ostracizing yourself for being selfish, replaying his words and the way he glared at you before stepping out of the room you once happily chased each other in.
If you let him know and if you let him go, you wondered if he’d make love to you too for the first and last time.
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“Prepare my horse,” he commanded, wiping his mouth with a napkin as he stood to get himself ready. His eyes never met hers. Not even a week into your marriage and he’s already doing this to you. “I haven’t finished my food yet.” Your voice quivered as you dropped your utensils. “And what of it? Do you plan on coming with me?” Revolting. He dare mock you in front of the maids? You chose to hold your head high, swallowing the pain away.
“Maybe I will. So, she knows that I know and I am here.” You stood up, brushing your dress with your hands. He snickered, shaking his head before turning to look at you. The maids, sensing the tension, started to clear the room by busying themselves. “She was there first.” Another thorn to your dying heart.
“Y/N, we both know what this is for. Everyone in this castle knows what this is for. What’s the point of pretending to be in love when the public’s not around to see?” He has a point. But this is not how you want your first marriage to be. You didn’t even get a chance win before karma bared its fangs at you and took a bite.
“So, we pretend forever? Is that what you’re implying? And when heirs and heiresses are brought up, then what?” You made sure each of your words were loud and clear, trying to knock some sense into his head. The situation was cruel but how could he just let you endure it alone when he promised to be with you and crown?
“You out of all people should know that an heir to the crown doesn’t have to come from the Consort.” He fixed his gloves, stepping away and leaving you with no words in your mouth. He was right. Your mother was the Queen Consort, and you were not even hers. Yet, here you are, reigning with a man who wants you to bear an heir from a different man. The Princess of the Southern District must’ve saved the world in her past life to be this lucky.
And you? You brought this upon yourself when you forced your heart on a man who already shares his with someone else. Truly a tragic queen.
There was no honeymoon for the two of you. ‘Honeymoons are for lovers,’ He says as he tries to ice the forming bruise on the skin of his neck. It was 4 am and here you are, begging for a lovers’ month or even week with him, in hopes of taking him away from the Princess. And of course, to try and win his heart.
“The people will be suspicious.” You whispered as you sat on the chair in the corner of his room, watching the sky turn dark grey. “I am a soldier. They will understand that I cannot help myself to stay away from duties. Former or not.” You wondered if these were the excuses he rehearsed when they spent their nights together ever since you declared your marriage to him.
“I am tired, Y/N. You can stay but I cannot talk with you.” You fight the urge to ask him if you could sleep with him. Since the wedding day, you have not once slept beside him. And he never once even bothered visiting your chambers to check on you. But just like a woman in love… you stayed.
And just when you thought he was asleep, you walked to the bed and watched him sleep. Your face reflected the exhaustion but your eyes spilled love. And it’s all for him. You leaned forward, bracing yourself with your hand, to give him a kiss when he spoke.
“If you’re going to kiss me, do not kiss my lips. Anywhere but my lips.” He kept his eyes closed and his features relaxed. ‘You kissed me at our wedding.’ You wanted to say, and as if reading your mind and hearing your thoughts, he added, “The wedding was a show. And actors act, Y/N.” With that, he turned to his side away from you to shut you out.
Biting your quivering lips, you straightened up and let your hand reach for the harsh coldness of his doorknob. Watching your soft shadow cast by the candlelight as you walked out of his room, you asked yourself:
Kai are you okay? It's been so long since your last update. Just wanted to check on you hon.
hello thanks sm for checking !! and yes, im kinda ok 🥹 i just got so much work to do when my internship started, i really miss being here😭 i appreciate this a lot 🥺 i hope everyone's doing good and i hope i can come back here soon to write again :'))
Hi! I have a question, I was scrolling through your blog and reading a bunch of your asks/answers. I saw a couple of people mention a Gojo x reader fic, that involves the “MC” having a child that isn’t his?? I’m so confused, because I see no such fic on here 😅 can you help me out please and direct to that story, bc I would love to read it 🥹
do you mind sending me a link to the ask😭 i dont remember writing anything like that (yet)😭😭
THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU SPECIFICALLY I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH YOU GOT ME INTO A NEW FANDOM!! I’m happy you get so much interaction regarding your fics, I really don’t mean this in a hater way, but it seems like some people keep asking the same asks in different ways/wordings to get a specific answer outta you as if they can’t accept something you’ve decided about your own story 😭
yeahhh i noticed that, but it's fine maybe they just haven't seen the answer for the previous/other ask 🥹 im always happy to answer when i have the time <3 thanks so much for your support ~!!
Hello! I had two questions regarding sundered and one on permanent mark if you’ll be okay with answering 🫶
- How did the breakup happen in sundered
- What were each person’s faults in the relationship
- What were the problems in pm gojo and y/ns rs before rie
sureee !!
- the breakup didn't happen like a breakup. it's more like an agreement to separate and have time for themselves. in yn's mind satoru would be waiting like her, but he moved on and that's why she was so hurt
- i think this has been mentioned in the story, tho i think it mostly revolves in communication and having a hard time adjusting to new life as parents and often choosing themselves instead of thinking for three.
- not much aside from yn having to gradually, slowly change bc she used to be a wild child 🥹 she calmed down w satoru, but ofc not instantly. bc of that they'd often fight when their rs was still young. and then there's the girls swooning over satoru and him entertaining them for fun (just bc he didn't want to seem like a snob but yn didn't like that)
How many more months would’ve gojo and naomi dated if the kitchen fight and toji didn’t happen or just the kitchen fight not happening
just a few more. i doubt it's gonna progress past engagement, tbh. bc once they get engaged, yn will pull away and start trying to move on and this will set something off inside satoru's head, a catalyst for him to admit his feelings to himself
In the heart of Gaza, where daily life has become a constant challenge amidst the siege and continuous bombing, we experienced unforgettable moments, filled with love and hope despite the pain. This is my story, and the story of my family, which may not differ from hundreds of other families in Gaza, but it holds special memories that will forever be etched in our minds.
Yazan, my dear nephew, was always a symbol of courage and joy in our family. Since childhood, he loved to wear his elegant blue suit, always made sure his hair was neatly styled, and smiled at the world as if to tell us that tomorrow would be better. On the day of a family member’s wedding, Yazan stood proudly beside us, radiating happiness, sharing his smiles with everyone, as if he knew that these moments would be among the last memories we would have of him. Just a few days later, in a merciless airstrike, we lost Yazan. He left us while dreaming of a tomorrow filled with peace and joy, leaving behind a void and indescribable pain.
As for Suheir, my beloved niece, she is the sun that rises in our lives every day. Suheir is still with us, full of life and hope, dreaming of wearing her white dress on her special day and living a life filled with joy and success. Despite the harsh circumstances, Suheir carries the spirit of childhood and is the source of hope that we cling to amidst all this pain. Every time I see her, I feel that life still offers us a chance to witness its beauty and happiness.
We lost Yazan, but we thank God that Suheir is still with us. She is a symbol of hope and resilience. Although life has become more difficult and harsh, I believe there is always light at the end of the tunnel. We have endured these bitter experiences together as a family, but we still carry in our hearts a passion for life, seeking safety and the opportunities that can grant us a new beginning.
For this reason, I have launched a fundraising campaign to help my family escape this harsh reality. My goal is to secure a better future for those of us who remain, especially the children who deserve to live their lives without fear of bombings and airstrikes. All I ask for is a chance to give them a future filled with peace and opportunities, far from wars and destruction.
With hope and faith, I ask everyone who reads these words to contribute to our cause. Together, we can build a better future for our children, keep Yazan’s memory alive as a symbol of courage and hope, and continue to support Suheir so that she can live the life she dreams of, filled with safety and happiness.
I am Huda from Gaza. The war began on October 7, 2023. On the sevent… Sami Mohammed needs your support for Support Our Family's Evacuation f
With your precious support and big hearts, we were able to reach 3,000$. Every dollar of this money means a lot to us, it helps us meet our basic needs and gives us a glimmer of hope in these difficult times.🥺
But our journey is not over yet. We are still at the beginning of the road and with your support we will reach our goal
I am trying with all my might to secure a decent life for my children. We are in dire need of permanent housing that provides us with security, education that protects their future, and indispensable daily needs.😔
I set an initial goal of reaching $6,000. We are still suffering from the effects of war and the loss of everything, as well as from lack of capabilities and high prices. This amount is not just a number, but rather a real opportunity to rebuild our lives and return a smile to the faces of my children.🙏🏼
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Thank you from the bottom of my heart for standing by us. Together, we can get through this and build a better future for my family.🙌🏼❤️
