keeper

a keeper for love and faith.

[vanityhousekeeper2]

Moonlight in His hands...

Pairing: Heian!Sukuna x fem!Reader

Word counts: 490

Song recommendation: Moonlight by Ariana Grande

Ao3 (available on AO3!)

He calls me “moonlight" too.

The moon never looked this glowy as the other night, maybe the moon is with her lover that's why she's glowing like an ethereal sphere.

Like you leaning on Sukuna’s chest feeling his warmth from this cold night. His arms wrapping around your body shielding you. This is the first time, both of you had time for each other. 

“I never knew the moon could be this beautiful at night.” You said to your husband while hugging his arms more. 

He hums agreeing to you, with his chin on top of your head. He's not very vocal when it comes to affection, but he knows how to make you feel his love.

“You never see the moon at night whenever I'm away?” 

You shake your head, “No, it's just every time I see the moon at night when you're away it's always covered with clouds. It feels like she's getting ready for her lover to show up and looking so shiny for him.” 

You indicate the “she” because you feel so alike. The moon glows when the right particle of its orbit comes through. Just like how you glow when you meet your now husband; he’s the right particle in your orbit that makes you glow every time he's around. 

“Yeah, it does.” He said softly, quietly tucking you more into his chest.

Ryomen Sukuna is never soft to anyone, not even to kids or animals, well, except Uraume. But above all, you're the only person in his life to unlock his softer features. Who knew the strongest and merciless sorcerer in his era could be this gentle to his wife.

You looked up at him and palmed his cheek, “I missed you so much, Sukuna.”

He took your hand off his cheek and kissed your palm, while looking at you with his crimson eyes reflecting the moonlight above.

“I had craved for your touch while I was away for a long time.” He said passionately, still giving lingering kisses on your palm.

You stared at him dearly, not wanting to end this night. Your other hand is placed on his neck temple and you lean in, starting to shower him with kisses. From his forehead to his cheekbones to his nose, and finally to his lips.

He kissed you back with devotion and passion. He caresses your cheeks and continues kissing you till you both run out of breath, he then presses his forehead to yours.

The moon reflects the hill where you both sat, that makes you both look so majestic. 

“I love you.” You said, feeling the way his arms held you.

“You’re my moonlight.” 

The three words will not be uttered in the King of curses’ mouth, but he has another way of saying it that makes the three words useless in his dictionary. 

You're the virtue to his vices. The peace to his misery, and the comfort to his tragedy.

[vanityhousekeeper2]

Your smile, my ghost

‎“Suguru, your smile will be my ghost forevermore. Haunt my dreams, because I will let you linger in my soul.”

‎To the rest of the world, Geto Suguru is a monster who brought destruction to everyone. But to you, he is just a lost boy who had to choose a very hard path in life. You waited years for him to come back—even if he was a bad person—just to hold him one last time. Now, you are left holding his cold body in a dark alley, forced to face a sad silence where three important words should have been.

Word count: 902wrds

Pairing: Suguru x reader

TW: Hurt no comfort, canon death

You thought you could change his mind even just a bit. A way where you’re on your knees begging and trying to console him with every energy in your body, because you know what’s going to happen if you let him stay as it is. You know what’s going through him: depression, self-guilt, trust issues. 

The look on his face says it all, he doesn’t want to be saved, even his best friend couldn’t change his mind. What’s more to you?

Now, you are looking at a man you once loved, once adored, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. His charming smile still captures his gleaming eyes. You couldn’t look away even if Satoru asked you to move away from him.

“I said, move away,”Satoru coldly said, the pupil dilated with rage and uneasiness.

“He's dangerous.”

“I thought I was changing your mind, Suguru…” The softness of your voice made it much harder to hear, but Suguru heard it clearly. He’s the only one who can hear the whispers of your voice. Your hands trembled as your lips thin trying not to look pathetic.

“Nobody can change my mind, doll. Not even you.” He furrowed his eyebrow trying to maintain his cocky, and mischievous facade. His signature smile never wavering.

You look down, tears falling, you knew his fate, but clearly you’re too stubborn to let go. You nodded feeling helpless, walking away from everyone. He had just declared a war. If he won’t change his mind even for the students, he’s too far long gone. 

If he’s against everything, everyone, and anyone, he might as well be against you. The mentality of a person couldn’t be altered if he already made up his mind. You can’t condemn his decision as it is against for something he believed in. 

As if life itself had turned on you, the terror began. His war started. Higher-ups, students, and teachers started attacking cursed spirits Suguru unleashed. The eyes you thought were made for love, comfort, and protection, have the opposite insight. The despicable grin his face made–made your heart swell. His malicious actions have caused destruction to the foundation of the sorcery world, yet the only thing you saw was the lost boy who had no choice but to choose the difficult path of life. Actions can be prevented, but the emotional deficits of a person cannot be changed unless there's something that can make him believe that there's another way to help him. 

Hours of attacking and dodging cursed spirits, until he was defeated. You didn’t feel satisfied nor happy about the outcomes that the students did to him, but you’re relieved that it was over. But which means something happened to him. You didn’t waste time and ran to the direction where his body was blasted away from the cursed spirit’s energy. Breathe hitched from running meters away from campus. 

You stopped in your tracks when you saw Satoru, looking in an alley, his blindfold nowhere in sight, a card in his hand. Slowly walking to his direction, he looked up at you, shocked and stoic.

“He’s done for,” Satoru murmured.

“Suguru will not come for us anymore.” You blinked numerous times before looking sideways, and then you saw him.

Bleeding and smiling like he won. Your heartbeat beats rapidly, lips and hands tremble as tears are forming in your eyes. You walked up to him, wanting to hold him just for a short minute of time, but Satoru gripped your arm, shaking his head.

“Stop it, you need to let go of him.” You pulled his hand away from you, not caring if he will curse you. All you want is to hold your beloved one last time.

“You should listen to him, d-doll,” Suguru’s voice stuttered at the last word. He looked helpless and his eyes were dead, no soul, no hope.

You shake your head, not answering. You’re not helping him and treating him with Reversed Curse Technique, because this is the end. His fate is sealed, your hope is gone when you look in his eyes. Slowly, you were on his level, trembling hands, palming his face, tears falling down, and you kissed his bloody cheek.

“I-I love you, Suguru. That’s all I want you to hear.” You hug his disheveled body, not caring if his blood is staining your uniform.

“I’m sorry.” That’s all he had to say before quietly tucking you into his chest, breath hitched, eyes losing focus before drifting away. You held his lifeless body closer to you as you muffled sweet nothings to him as if he could hear you.

“Suguru, your smile will be my ghost forevermore, haunt my dreams as I will let you linger in my soul.”

You had waited years for him to come back even as a despicable being. And the last time you held him, his body was cold with a tiny grin on his face. He couldn't say the 3 words—not because he didn't feel them, but because love felt too vulnerable. It was too much for a man who had already lost everything to control. 

Maybe love wasn’t enough to prove that you’re worthy of changing his mind. Maybe it’s the indecisiveness of a fate he wasn’t supposed to endure. Suguru, the life you had was a roller coaster—full of terror, risk, and unprepared for the experience you once loved.

[vanityhousekeeper2]

Summary: The New Year's party is over, leaving behind a messy living room and a quiet midnight. For a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, peace is a rare currency. But in the warmth of your shared home, tracing the battle scars on his palms to the rhythm of a spinning jazz record, Kento Nanami finally finds a place where he is allowed to be whole.

Word count: 817wrds.

Something about being with your partner feels so surreal and warm, to the point you can't let go because you fear that this isn't gonna last.

The celebration is finally over. Laughter and chatter echo as guests finally leave with their partners. The floor is messy with confetti and empty bottles, and tables are left with leftover dinner. Everything is full of things that feel tiresome, but with your partner—everything becomes easy.

Another new year with a loved one is such a milestone. It is the feeling of being near and touched by someone linked to your soul.

You started cleaning up the table while Kento cleared up the empty bottles that were used in a game you all were playing. The dishes were piling up, and leftovers were thrown into a disposable container for the stray dogs and cats for you two to feed in the morning.

You walked up to the record player and picked a jazz album you two loved. You both started to love the album because of its deep connection to being loved and trusted by someone you love. You started the music and began humming to the tune while going back to the kitchen and cleaning the dirty dishes.

While you were finishing the dishes, a pair of hands connected to your waist and a chin rested on your shoulder.

"I like this. You and me, in a home where I can feel your warmth and love," he softly said, kissing your nape and snuggling into your warm back.

"Me too, a new year with you. Building a life we thought was impossible to create," you replied, feeling his soft smooches on your nape.

You finally put down the last utensil and dried your hands with the towel nearby. Facing your husband, you kissed his cheek, hugged his neck, and leaned into the vibe of the song.

You traced his scars and calloused palms, feeling the roughness of the skin. You didn't care if he was full of battle scars and flaws. The only thing on your mind was—he was home with you, touching you, loving you.

Your favorite song from the album came on, making your eyes gleam with enthusiasm. You started singing the song while still hugging your husband.

"I love you," your husband suddenly said, looking at you with yearn and reverence in his eyes. Your eyes started to tear up. It was normal for your husband to say those three words, but the way he said them this time made your heart melt.

"I love you more, my love." You kissed his lips slowly and passionately, tasting the deep love you have for each other.

You pulled away, realizing the place wasn't yet clean and the new year was about to arrive in an hour. Your family and friends had celebrated early because they had their own celebrations at home.

"We have to clean up, darling. We don't want our new year to start messy." You two chuckled, and he pulled you into another kiss before letting you go.

He started sweeping the floor while you cleaned the remains on the table. Neither of you spoke, entirely focused on finishing everything up. The only thing keeping the atmosphere noisy was the record player.

You stopped what you were doing and looked at your devoted husband with a smile on your face. You walked up to him and told him you wanted to dance to the song. He quickly took your hands, never missing the opportunity to dance with his wife.

You put one arm on his shoulder while he held your waist like he was afraid to let you go. His other hand took yours and started swaying. You two danced with the song like the world around you didn't exist for a while.

Fireworks started outside, which meant the new year had officially arrived, but that didn't stop what you two were doing. The song ended, and the fireworks still continued.

"I'll hold on to the memories we built together. The love I have for you is too ardent to vanish. I will cherish you till you and I meet again in another life. I love you, and happy new year, my love."

With that, he pulled you near to his chest and kissed you so tenderly, with care and devotion.

Maybe Nanami Kento doesn't need to fight off the heavy thoughts inside his mind. He doesn't need to push others away to shield them, or carry a weight thinking everyone else is a burden he must bear alone. Because you're there to care for him, to listen and guide him through the dark. As long as you're breathing and holding him close, he is whole. He is solved.

Love brings the better version of us. The past brings the naive mind we had, and the future brings the version we thought was lost.

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