Mizu's Little Shadow

ohhhhh my babe

sorry for the noise that’s just me barking

love...

Holy shit y'all I can't breathe bitch gimme an inhaler—

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五条先生rkgk

「元気出してよ」

☆Art by: illust_man_2020 on twitter!☆

these are the type of characters I love- in books(especially), movies, shows

The Next Time I Hurt Somebody, It Could Be You

Summary: After saving you, Sergei thought it was too dangerous for you to be around him.

Masterlist (requests are currently open for now)

Pairing: Kraven/Sergei x female reader

"I thought I'll find you here," you said as you stepped out from the dark forest, walking closer to Sergei. He didn't move his stare from the lake and just continued even when you walked closer. You rubbed your arm and pulled your coat tightly around your body, as you continued with a little nervous tone, "You've been quiet since we came back."

"You saw what I did, right?" he suddenly asked. "What I can do."

You thought back to the three men he killed with his bare hands and just nodded, "Yes. That's not something new."

"Y/n," he said softly and he finally turned to you, "They tried to kill you, to get to me."

"I know, but I'm alive, I'm here," you said, trying to assure him that you were okay and took a step closer. "I'm here. I'm fine."

"No, you're not," he said, in a soft voice. He placed his hands on your cheeks, and caressed them softly. His expression was natural but you knew him too well, his eyes were sad, and heartbroken.

"As long as you with me, you won't be fine," he said, "You won't be safe."

"Sergei--"

"I can't let you get hurt again, do you understand?" he said softly. You released a breath as you felt your eyes burning. "You mean too much to me."

"Then let me stay, don't push me away," you said as you placed your hands on his arms.

"I can't," he said, "All that anger in me, every time I hunt, all I think about is what I will do to my father... I didn't care who I'll kill or hurt during that. Look at me." He brushed away a tear that fell down your cheek. "The next time I hurt somebody... it could be you."

"You won't," you said, "I'm on your side, you'll never hurt me, I know you won't."

"Calypso's on my side too, yet, I harmed her too," he reminded softly.

"That was an accident, you didn't knew she was there," you said, "She isn't angry with you, I'm not angry, please, just... don't." He let go of your cheeks. "Don't push me away."

You moved your hands from his arms to his face, this time you held his cheeks. You looked at him in the eyes with a soft expression, "I love you, Sergei."

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. "I love you, too," he said as you let go of his cheeks. He rested his forehead against you, and the both of you closed your eyes for a moment.

He moved his head and kissed your forehead gently as he placed his hand behind your head. You held his shoulders, afraid to let go.

His nose brushed down against yours as he closed his eyes again, inhaling your scent. "That's why, I need to let you leave." He moved his hand to your chin, and lifted your face to look at you. "I need to let you go."

You let another tear slip down your cheek and you took a step back. "If you love me, you wouldn't let me go," you said softly. He let go of you and you gave him one last tearful look before you wiped your tears away. "I'll go to Caly for the night, I'll grab a few things for now."

You quickly turned around and walked to the direction of your cabin. You quickly walked inside and wiped a few more tears from your cheeks. You sniffed silently as you walked to your bedroom and grabbed a bag to put a few clothes.

You heard the door opening and closing.

You placed a few shirts before hearing footsteps approaching the room. You felt him approaching you from behind. You closed your eyes when he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

You felt his lips kissing the side of your neck, inhaling your scent again.

You opened your eyes as he moved away from your neck and he gently turned you around to face him. You looked up at him as he brushed a piece of your hair from your face to your ear.

He stared down at you as he pulled you closer to his body. He didn't say anything, instead he lowered his lips against yours.

His tongue explored your mouth, kissing you hungrily and passionately. After a moment, he threw the bag off of the bed, and lifted you up.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and let him pull you down on the bed with him on top of you.

"God, I love you," he muttered as he moved his lips from yours and trailed them down to your neck, nibbling where your pulse was, making you moan softly.

"I love you, too," you breathed out and he moved from your body. You opened your eyes and saw him pulling his jacket and t-shirt off. You sat up and pulled your coat and shirt off of your body before he helped you with your jeans.

Not a minute after, both of you were completely bare.

And before you knew it, he entered you, rolling his hips as both of you moaned at the feeling of been connected after awhile.

Your fingers curled into fists as you gripped into the sheets, and your thoughts begin to turn fuzzy. His cock pounding again and again against that spot, making you moan out aloud.

"Sergei, please--" you moaned. His head tilted forward, eyes meeting yours. There’s a clench in his jaw that told you he wasn't far off, that he was just as wrapped up in this as you are.

After what felt like forward, you felt him spilling inside you, and you moaned at the feeling, coming as well. He kissed between your neck and shoulder as he stilled.

Both of you panted as he lifted his head and lowered his lips against yours, kissing you softly as you held onto him. "Don't push me away," you said softly.

"I won't," he said, "I can't do it." He brushed your hair from your face and kissed down your cheek and down to your neck.

— GOODBYE, MY LOVE

⤷ featuring : geto suguru (mentions of gojo satoru, ieiri shoko and nanami kento)

⤷ warnings : major jujutsu kaisen manga spoilers and a bit of angst

⤷ form : imagine

⤷ published : 19 march

⤷ pronouns : not mentioned

⤷ word count : 0.7k

⤷ request : Hehyehye, can i request an imagine with a female reader; where she’s Geto’s girlfriend/classmate and they’re spending their last moments together before he ends up leaving (after Geto is charged with his crimes)

⤷ barista’s notes : let me admit, i've been hating the layouts of my writing but i have no idea how to like 'solve it' anyways, watch me scroll on pinterest for hours to see how i can fix this feeling ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ also i don't think i'm really good with angst writing but that's just my opinion....

It seemed to be a bit too quiet.

Too quiet for Suguru's liking, but what can he do when it was 2 am in the morning.

Softly twirling the ends of your hair, Suguru couldn’t help but begin to admire the shine of the strands before his eyes slowly shift from the strand of your hair to your eyelashes before moving to the apple of your cheeks that were still flushed with a rose hue, ending his journey to your lips that were a little chapped, making him remember how you would alway apply a layer of your favourite chapstick since you hated the feeling of your lips being dry, yet he didn’t mind at all. For some strange reason, Suguru didn’t mind your chapped lips since he knew he was the one to moisturise them the second his lips met yours, but secretly he also did enjoy the taste of the artificial sweetness that came along with the product.

However, right now, Suguru’s body felt the heaviest it has ever been causing him to force himself to balance on his arm since he didn’t want to crush you with his body, worried that he could hurt you like he did with his parents just a few hours ago. Even though he knew that you wouldn’t mind his body on top of yours like you have experienced throughout the time of your intimate relationship, Suguru couldn’t help but believe that this weight he was experiencing will crush you the second he let loose.

“You know you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met right?” Suguru whispered as he let your hair slip from his grasp. “You are so beautiful that I want to take you with me,” he continued before wrapping his arms around your bare body, making you unconsciously sign at the warmth that was comforting you right now as you snuggled against his naked chest, feeling the way your legs tangled with each other, as if you were savouring this moment.

“But I can’t do that, because who is going to take care of Satoru and Shoko if I’m gone,” Suguru mentioned as he began to recall all the times where you put your classmates in place even though you were the youngest out of all of them. “How are you going to take care of Nanami if I take you with me?” Suguru questioned again, yet this time it seemed as if he was asking himself this.

Gently placing a light kiss on your temple before resting his forehead, Suguru felt a single tear drop from his eye to your cheek.

Suguru wasn’t scared about the path he had chosen to walk on, nor he was scared about the consequences of his actions. Suguru was scared of leaving you alone.

He wasn’t stupid. Suguru knows you can defend yourself and how to fight - you were a sorcerer after all like him - but there was still a part of him where he was afraid that you were going to fall into the hands of those ‘monkeys’ that he once vowed to protect. He didn’t want to leave you all alone in this cruel world to survive for yourself. He wanted to convince you to follow him, so he could protect you and continue this love that connected you both heart to heart and soul to soul.

Suguru wanted to make his vision of this relationship come true, he wanted to live with you, marry you, have children with you.

Even the simple things he wanted.

He wanted to stay by your side. He wanted to hold you whenever he wanted. He wanted to kiss you, love you, even breathe the same air as you.

Suguru wanted nothing more but to have you.

He wanted nothing but to have a normal life with you like you had mentioned to him when you both snuck out of your dorms one night to have a weird timing picnic - he still recalls the scolding you both received from your teacher Yaga when he found you both sleeping outside since you were both late for class.

But he knew that he couldn’t and this was the one time he couldn’t let his selfishness control his actions.

Stroking the apple of your cheek, Suguru couldn’t help but smile with glassy eyes once he got a full view of you resting in his arms while your arms tight around him, keeping him from moving away even when he needed to leave you so soon.

“I’m so sorry, please forgive me,” Suguru pleaded before tightening his hold, nervous of the days where he was never going to be by your side again.

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a scene from my fic... i just love the idea of him turning soft <3

reinforcing how much i love this man and his puppy brown eyes 😩

IM SORRY HES SO HOT MARCUS CLAIM ME NOT THE CITY

it's so sweet tbh. very like understated, gentle romance.

Me & My Husband

PAIRING feyd-rautha harkonnen/f!atreides!reader

SUMMARY when you propose the idea of marrying the harkonnen boy around your age to encourage peace between the houses to your father, he's reluctantly willing to oblige you. to everyone's surprise, you both seem to like each other.

WARNINGS incest (they don't know they're related, but technically they are. is that first cousin removed or something?), a lot of mentions of sex, smut, death, and violence (obviously, it's feyd), mentions of pregnancy

WORD COUNT 5.3k words

NOTES i just yapped for two and a half hours. girl who is 'taking a break' and then needs to write about feyd-rautha instead. this is named after the mitski song but they're probably happier than that, this isn't an angst fic like they're both kinda fucked up you just don't realize it yet. either way, it's left open-ended and alludes to the issues that their marriage will confront during the storyline of dune part one and two so just let me know if you want that continuation. i'll add a gif to the post tomorrow i'm like half asleep tho four melatonin deep rn. that's all. bed time :)

The familiar sound of light yet rhythmic rain beating against your bedroom window did nothing to ease the nerves that overtook you as you sat on the edge of your bed, staring down at the floor as if it could absorb you. As if pretending that everything was normal would make it so. 

Today was the last day that you would spend in your home on Caladan unless something unforeseen sent you back home. The last day in which you would wake up every morning to have breakfast with your brother and mother - though, sometimes, your father would depart from his meetings and eat with the three of you. It was rare, but it had happened this morning for the first time in a while. 

It wasn’t just that you were growing up, it was where you were going. The thing was, you had a choice. There was nothing forcing you to do something that you didn’t want to do. Your father had asked you about two years ago what path you wanted to go down. You had ruled out Bene Gesserit a while ago, though you were the daughter that your mother promised, your mind and body resisted the training. You had considered fighting, you had trained with Duncan and Gurney so you would know how to protect yourself. But you weren’t sure about that either.

Yet, you were well-read. You could hold your own in a fight, as you had been trained by the best. You were head-strong and knew what you wanted, so when you were confronted with the idea of diplomacy, you agreed. For a while, up until these past few months, you had worked on diplomatic relations with your father. If he wanted to figure out if something was a good idea, he would involve you in the conversation. As a woman, you had no true belief that you were the first in line to take over for him, which was why the next option for you was less of an offer and more of something that you had suggested. 

There had always been a great divide between House Atreides and House Harkonnen. From the moment you were born, you were raised to hate them. However, your father was rising in the ranks. He was beloved, powerful, your family was one of the great houses that made a real impact on what was happening in the known universe. When you mentioned to your father, albeit half-asleep, that a marriage between a Harkonnen and an Atreides could put a metaphorical salve on the wound, he scoffed at it.

While there were a good number of Harkonnen’s, marriage between two great houses needed to be strategic. The two partners didn’t necessarily have to be close in age, but if they were to foster in a new generation and bring peace, it would be better if they were; not just close in age, but a young age, too. That meant they would need to be around your age, as Paul was too young still. The only Harkonnen that Leto could think of was Feyd-Rautha, and Feyd had a reputation. You wouldn’t like him, and even if you grew to like him, he was a fighter - whether or not the Baron would even allow the boy to settle down in the name of peace was another question. Even getting the two houses in one room was a difficult task.

The topic was dropped after that night. It wouldn’t be until about two weeks later that it was mentioned again. Your father had a particularly heated dealing with one of the great houses. He was aggravated, but he was mainly concerned with the fact that the man he was conducting business with continually cited the fighting between the Atreides’ and Harkonnen’s as one of his major apprehensions. Leto asked you if you had genuinely meant what you said, and you, considering it for no longer than a minute, asked if a meeting could be arranged between yourself and the boy he had mentioned. 

It was a challenge getting the Baron to agree to even meet your father, let alone allowing you to be alone with his nephew. But he noted that there was some sort of sincerity in your eyes when you were there. You weren’t being forced into this, you were the one that had requested a meeting with Feyd. Something about that appealed to him, as he had expected this to have been a proposal initiated by your father.

When you finally did meet Feyd, he was nothing vastly different from what your father had explained. His voice was gruff, his eyes dark, his skin pale and hairless. He had the ghastly skin color of everyone else in his family, and the dark demeanor to match. But he wasn’t overly rude with you, nor was he incredibly aggressive with his… sexual desires. He, really, should not have been as touchy as he was. But he liked the way you smelled, was what he said. He claimed that he could smell the rain from your planet on your skin, lingering in your hair. Whether he was telling the truth, or just trying to find an excuse to invade your personal space, you were unsure.

Regardless, you weren’t complaining about it. It was strange. You wanted to dislike him, you knew about the horrific things that he did. You knew that he was someone that many men and women alike feared, and that he could grow into being a near-replica in terms of terror and inhumanity that his uncle was. If anything, that was the goal. Still, you couldn’t help but find yourself fascinated by him. He was a fascinating man. The way he carried himself, the way he acted, even the way he spoke. It was wholly different from anyone whom you had ever met, and it was intoxicating. He was dangerous, you knew that. But that danger was a drawing point for you even though it should have repulsed you. 

Clearly, Feyd had enjoyed your company as well as he was the one to request you return to Giedi Prime the following week. Your father was apprehensive, though your calmness about the situation calmed those nerves. Things progressed over the course of a few months in a rather consistent manner.

You continued to meet Feyd in his home, as he drew too much attention when he was on Caladan. The second time you saw him, your relationship could only be defined as ‘courting’. Though you were slow to tell your brother that you were being courted by a Harkonnen, you were quick to report the news back to your father. Throughout the process, he made sure that you were okay with things happening as they were, but he was also called to lead. He knew that this could bring peace between the houses if done correctly. Of course, if done incorrectly, it could end with you both married while your houses continued to fight each other. However, that would be going against everything that this relationship was built on.

After about a month, Feyd’s sexual urges got the better of him. He knew, just as well as you did, that you would be expected to remain virginal unless you were married to him already. You both understood that if you were to have sex, your mother would more likely than not be able to tell. However, you were both young. He was sexually motivated in general, and you were beyond excited by the feeling of his hand on your thigh. So, you did what you both knew you shouldn’t have.

Thankfully, your continued sexual relations had yet to result in a pregnancy - though that was wholly because you did everything in your power to avoid there being a pregnancy. It was about two months after your first meeting that the Baron and your father met again to discuss your relationship, this time in the company of your mother. Neither of you were privy to the conversation, but you both knew what it entailed. Your assumptions were correct, as you were both approached with the idea of marriage on separate occasions. Both of you consented to it, and the following months were spent planning the event. 

The other great houses were just as stunned by the news as your brother had been when you had told him, yet everyone seemingly came to accept it. If this wedding were to happen, perhaps there could be more unification. Perhaps the Harkonnen’s would be less brutal if there was something keeping someone as demented as Feyd-Rautha at bay. People wanted to be hopeful, even if there was very little hope to be had. So, they supported the wedding.

That wedding was a few days ago, you had spent the following day with Feyd, before returning home to get the rest of your affairs in order. Finishing up any projects that you had left unfinished, enjoying some time with the people you would likely only see once in a while, coping with the end of your younger life as you came to term with this wedding. You weren’t opposed to being married to Feyd, you rather enjoyed his company even if you didn’t think that you would have.

He was, beyond a doubt, brutal. He was brutal, and he did horrific things both in front of you and when you were not present. His way of living was entirely different from yours. He could kill without remorse, kill for pleasure. He liked to see the life drain from someone’s eyes, he liked to be the one to have taken it. He was sadistic, and cruel, and he seemed to have very little love for humanity. There was no part of you that was under the impression that your presence, your marriage to him, was going to make him a good man; nor did you believe that he was a good man underneath all of that brutality. 

Feyd was who he was, and you never had any expectation that you could change that. Yet, there was something about the way that he was that you enjoyed. He was different from everyone that you knew on Caladan, different from every man that had ever approached you in the hopes of gaining some sort of power by being with you. He was different in bad ways, sure, but good ways in the sense that it all excited you. Perhaps it shouldn’t have excited you. But really, was it not a good thing that you seemed to enjoy being with your husband? The only issue was the change, the fact that it was all happening so fast, that you knew that any number of things could happen.

This marriage was initially proposed as a way to bring peace, but what if peace could never be reached. You, to your shock and horror, liked Feyd. He, seemingly to his own shock and horror, liked you in his own little way. He enjoyed your company, he enjoyed how different you were from him, and he enjoyed that you actually seemed to be okay with a majority of the things that he did. At least, okay enough to say nothing about them. If this were to work out, it could bring peace. It could bring a genuine peace, and not one reached through arranged marriage since you were the one who had arranged it. 

Peace, though, can only be reached if your families both agree with it. The wedding itself had been fine. No fighting, nothing physical though you were sure there were some verbal altercations. However, this was a centuries long affair. The Harkonnen’s and the Atreides’ had been fighting since long before you were born, and you couldn’t be sure that marrying this man was going to even the the salve that you thought it would be. If you both liked each other, which you did, and this ended up poorly, you would both be left to deal with the damages and neither of you would seemingly be very keen on ending your entire relationship just because of some fighting between your families. 

The issue was not with leaving to be with him, but leaving in general. And as the rain that you had grown so accustomed to continued to fall, as it always had, you knew that it was time for you to get up. You could see the carrier outside, waiting to transport you to your new home. Any apprehension that you had been feeling had to be wiped off of your face, because you knew that would reflect poorly upon your marriage. The change itself was a challenge, but you could not give away the impression that you were being challenged by the idea of leaving your home to be married. Afterall, this was your choice. Your arrangement. 

“The ship is here.” You were unsure how long Jessica had been standing in the doorway, but you were startled to hear her and to see her in front of you as your head jolted up from staring down at the floor. “Are you having second thoughts?”

“About Feyd? No.” You responded, though your honesty shocked you just as much as it did her. “I like him, I’ll just miss home.” 

“I struggle to understand how you like him, but if he makes you happy, you’ll find peace with him.” The idea of peace was the foundation of your relationship, but the idea of finding it in your own life wasn’t something that you had considered. “Coming here, being with your father, got me scrutinized endlessly by the Bene Gesserit. It is difficult, but you’ll be okay.” 

“I know, I-”

“And being married doesn’t mean you can’t come see your family, your father is too prideful to admit it but he would be heartbroken if you didn’t visit.” Finally, you stood up from your spot on the bed. She was right, as she typically was. You could still see your family, even if your new family was Feyd in a sense. You didn’t have to distance yourself from them just because your circumstances were changing. 

“I’ll be okay.” You were saying it to her, but you were confirming it to yourself. It almost felt as though she had done one of her mind tricks on you, but she hadn’t. An overwhelming feeling of calmness was taking over, because you knew why you made this choice. And, despite the fact that you’d rather not, you quite liked your husband even though he was a psychopath. 

“If he becomes violent-”

“He won’t become violent with me.” The clarification was needed, as you knew that he would become violent with others. It was in his nature to be violent with others, yet he had never done so with you. Partially, probably, because he knew that you were trained. But, again, he did like you. Unless you gave him a reason to become violent, he wouldn’t. He might expose you to violence, expose you to more death and gore than you could have ever dreamed of seeing, but he would never get violent with you. “We’ll be okay.” 

The conversations that you held with Paul and Leto were predominantly similar to the one that you had with your mother. You were welcome to visit whenever you wanted, Giedi Prime was vastly different from Caladan and you may need to come home for some normalcy once in a while, even at that Leto would make sure that people didn’t draw too much attention or crowd to a Harkonnen walking through their planet if you both decided to visit together. Everyone seemed concerned that you were bound to be unhappy, that you were walking into some sort of death-trap. But you were okay with it.

Everything that had happened had happened because you set it in motion. When you got onto the ship, you felt more at-ease than you had earlier. You knew that this was going to be a massive change, that you were now fully vested in a different side of humanity and culture than what you had known for your entire life. But, you also knew that you were going to be fine. You never wanted to like Feyd-Rautha, some part of you still wanted to be repulsed by him because you knew that you should be. For some reason, though. You were inexplicably drawn to the man.

Upon landing, you were ushered to your room by a small group of young women. The clothing that they were wearing wasn’t too dissimilar to what you had seen Feyd wear. Black, leather, somewhat sustainable if they were to get into some sort of a fight. You wondered if the women here knew how to fight, or if they simply existed to serve the men. Given the circumstances and the culture that you were engaging in, you were certain that it was the latter. they may know how to defend themselves if need-be, but you can’t help but doubt that they actually know anything other than upholding the system that supports the Baron and the other men that he has in power in his reign. 

“Wife.” A very formal greeting from the same rough voice that you had gotten to know over the last few months. Still, you knew him well enough to note the slight smile in the undertones of his voice. Violence made him smile, this was something new entirely. 

“Husband.” The women who had been around you removed the bag you had been carrying from your arm, bringing it to your room as you moved to stand in front of Feyd. He looked excited, but you weren’t sure if it was because you were moving in or because he could finally have sex with you after not seeing you for a few days. He was somewhat needy when it came to his sexual urges, but you would rather him be needy with you than sleeping with someone else. Besides, the urges were new for you too. It was fun to experiment. “I’m not late, am I?”

“Not late, no. My uncle is expecting us for dinner.” 

“Now?”

“Yes, as soon as we can arrive.” 

“But I just got here.” You complained, resting a hand on his arm as he watched you. He looked both amused and fascinated. 

“We can make up for missed time later, but for now, we have to go.” He leaned over to kiss you regardless, his lips lingering for a moment to long as your fingers tightened their grip on him. Finally, he pulled back and took your arm so he could lead you the grand table you would be eating at. You were unsure if this was something that happened every night, or if it as just because you were here for the first time. 

To say that you were intimidated was an understatement. Despite marring Feyd, you had still only met the Baron himself less than a number of times than what you could count on two hands. He was a large figure, both in physical presence and emotional presence. He towered over everyone, obscured them with his height and heft, and that physical being was almost like a manifestation of the terror that he made a majority of people that he came across feel. You knew enough about him to know that he was never a particularly good person, and that you were going to be in danger around him if you didn’t play your cards right.

Sensing your discomfort, Feyd was quick to bring you to your seat. He let you hold his hand, even though he wasn’t overly emotional. He was at ease, but this was his family. He was used to the behaviors of his uncle, the way that he spoke and the way that he interacted with the world in general. You weren’t used to anything about this place, but that much you knew going into things. 

“My nephew has taken a liking to you.” The man before you didn’t seem to mind that he was speaking with food still in his mouth, chewing while he made comments about your marriage as though it was a polite thing to do. Maybe it was polite here, maybe you were the odd-one-out because that wasn’t the type of etiquette that you typically followed when you were at home on Caladan.

“I should hope, since we’re married.” You responded, your nervous laughter seemingly doing nothing to diffuse the tension. The feeling of Feyd running a finger over the back of your hand was a nice distraction through, sending a slight shiver up your spine at the feeling of his touch. 

“Yes, but married doesn’t mean that you have to like each other.” He wasn’t entirely wrong. This entire marriage had been based on the idea of you wanting to bring peace between your houses, and that didn’t intrinsically mean that you were going to like the person that you were married to. “You both seem to like each other, he speaks highly of you.” 

It didn’t take a genius to figure out where this was going. Though you were already married, you were in his home now. You were eating his food, enjoying the amenities hat he provided to you. You were living a life that was being provided by the man sitting in front of you, as a result of your marriage to Feyd. you needed to make it clear that you liked him as well, it was a test. Thankfully, it was a test that you would have no trouble passing even though you hadn’t studied for it. 

“I like Feyd very much, I had no idea he was speaking about me though.” You responded, turning to watch him. He was good at never displaying emotions, even if he was feeling them. The only emotion you had ever seen on his face was rage and lust (whether it be bloodlust or sexual lust was a different question, but you tended to fit it into the same category). Still, he looked a bit nervous - like he didn’t want to have a conversation where his uncle exposed the times that he spoke about you when you weren’t around for everyone to hear. 

“He speaks about you frequently, he’s just too proud of himself to admit it.” The Baron continued eating his meal, moving on to speak to some of the other men at the table and frequently bringing his attention back to the two of you. For the most part, you were both in your own little world. Discussing your plans for the next day, discussing what side of the bed you liked to sleep on, whether or not you were going to be able to sleep properly without the sound of rain hitting your window. Feyd seemed to want to experience one of the big storms that you got frequently on Calandan, where you were interested in seeing one of the gladiator fights that he had mentioned so you could see the fireworks that he had been describing to you. 

Each time any attention was paid to you both, you were busy. Talking about something else, paying no mind to anyone else. If there was some sort of test that you were being subjected to, you were sure that you passed with flying colors. 

After a moment, the Baron cleared his throat and you turned back to look at him. “Have you given any consideration to your heirs?”

“A bit.” 

Not really, was the actual answer. 

“We’ve been hard at work.” 

Was the answer that came out of your husband’s mouth, though you couldn’t be surprised by his crass nature of his response. His uncle found it amusing, even though you were sure that you looked at least moderately humiliated by the comment. Technically, he wasn’t wrong. You hadn’t considered or thought about having children, but you were having sex just about every time you saw each other. The night of your wedding, you had made no effort to use any sort of protection. 

“A lot of action, not a lot of conversation about… a family.” You responded, not knowing how else to phrase it. But, this answer definitely got some sort of stamp of approval. You weren’t as uncomfortable as you had been before, and the challenge of openly talking about something like sex when you weren’t really supposed to discuss that back home was enough to get his uncle to ease back a bit. You did get along well with each other, and you were going to fit in fine. There was really nothing more that he needed to question for the time being, which allowed you both to settle in. 

By the time you had made your way back to your room, you could feel a bit of burning in your eyes. Still, you tried to keep yourself awake as you were pushed against the wall. Feyd’s kisses were rough, demanding, almost as demanding as his hands as they groped and explored your hips. It wasn’t until he kissed your neck, until he worked on marking your flesh and felt your head lolling against his that he finally pulled back to hold your face in his hands. Your eyes were fluttering back open, but it was clear that you were falling asleep.

“How much did you sleep last night?”

“I had to finish packing my things.” 

He hummed in response, before bringing you over to the bed. He had remembered what side that you mentioned preferring, but you had only just told him a little bit ago. Still, it was nice to think that he had made enough of an effort to consider that as he helped get you out of your clothing. He had made a promise to make up for lost time with you, but for right now, he seemed mainly focused on getting you to bed.

“I thought we were… making a heir?” 

“If there’s not one inside of you already, I’m sure we’ll have time.” You weren’t going to push him to explain himself further. The fact that he wanted to go to bed with you was enough. “Besides, I promised you a fight. I’ll let you see a fight. But I need proper rest.” 

“They can be arranged that quickly?”

“When my wife requests of one shortly after our wedding? Yes.” You were sure he could arrange whatever he wanted to arrange on any given day, but on such short notice, you were also sure that he was doing this as a favor for you. He wanted to do this because you wanted to see that part of him, because you wanted to know what he looked like in real, professional combat and not just the fights that you had seen him engage in with enemies that he needed to fight. 

Besides, there was something personal in it for him. You had seen him kill before, you knew he was capable. But, you were asking him to see it again. You were asking to see a side of him that should have made you cower in shame, but instead, it intrigued you. It wasn’t that you had a newly formed desire for violence, but that you wanted to see every part of him even if you probably should have something against the idea of seeing him get into a battle and murder someone for sport - really, though, for fun. 

He knew he made the right choice in marrying you because you weren’t in it to try and change him, you were fascinated by every bit of him. that fascination bordered on him being some sort of experiment in some ways, but it was mainly just you being interested in him and everything that he had to offer you. 

For now, though, the only thing he had to offer you was his presence in bed as you laid beside him. He let you lay your head against him, let you run your fingers along the curves and ridges of his tones stomach. You were nicer to him than what he deserved, and even you didn’t understand why. Maybe it was just the feeling of freedom that came along with being with him. Afterall, you were incredibly safe. You held your cards close to your chest back on Caladan, and every move you made was incredibly calculated. With Feyd, everything was new and different and risky. He was a danger and a risk, a fearsome warrior to almost everyone he came across. Yet, here you were, laying against him and falling deeper into a slumber that you wanted so badly to deny. 

“My uncle likes you.” 

“I don’t know if my family likes you.” You admitted, but the honesty made him laugh. It was likely that your family does not like him, in fact, it was more likely than any other option. But the fact that you so readily volunteered that information was probably just because you were tired. Still, it was amusing how easily it spilled from your lips. “I like you though, and they’re not the ones married to you.” 

“Just you.”

“Hmm?”

“My only wife.”

“Mhm, my only husband.” You replied, your voice muffled as you grew closer to falling asleep. Feyd kept an arm wrapped around you as you fell asleep against him, predominantly thinking about the implications of everything going on here. You were both young, young enough that this marriage was going to last a long time. But, you were also both matured enough that you knew about the political ramifications of it. If something did go wrong, you could only hope that you would stick together no matter the consequence - after all, that was the function of a husband and wife.

Some part of you truly believed that, if something did go awry, you would remain by each other’s sides. But, for now, you just needed to worry about your futures in the sense of things you could control. You could control how quickly (or not quickly) you got pregnant. You could control the nature of your relationship. You could control anything that had nothing to do with war or bloodshed, but even that you had no control over.

You knew, from the beginning of this, that you weren’t going to have a relationship with the most loving man in the world. Feyd-Rautha was not the man to whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you fell asleep. He didn’t tell you that he loved you, not until well after you uttered the words to him in a fit of passion. Even then, he said it first to someone who wasn’t you. Someone he was in an argument with, someone he was defending his need to spend time with you to. But it didn’t matter, not really. 

There was nothing normal about Feyd, or your relationship with him, or the fact that you were okay with all of the horrid things that he got up to. But after a while, the abnormalities became common-place for you. You can make no real promises to unify the Atreides and Harkonnen houses through your marriage, through your bloodline. The only thing you can truly do is enjoy what you have; truly, you enjoy your marriage more than you could ever explain. You shouldn’t enjoy the presence of someone like Feyd, but you do. He feels as though he shouldn’t enjoy anyone’s presence at all, and yet he does. 

Everything about it was abnormal in every way, and it worked. In some way, it worked. Whether you knew it would from the moment you proposed the idea late one night was a question that you couldn’t (or, wouldn’t) answer. but you didn’t need to - at least, not for the time being. 

this was...devastating

Five minutes

Satoru Gojo? Yuta Okkotsu

i miss gojo but this helps...

✎ LOVE ENTRIES — an anthology | gojo satoru

a series of episodes of your life with the strongest sorcerer throughout the past and present

genre: canon compliant (2006-2018), mostly fluff, suggestive content, hurt/comfort

more: moodboard | extra scenarios 💌 | reader’s CT | ko-fi

p.s. got an idea for the next entry? drop it in my askbox!

☆⌒.*･ entry year : 2006—2009

entry # attraction ➴ to think it started with your crush on his best friend...

entry # rivals... in love? ➴ gojo is in shambles—so suguru might have a crush on you too?

entry # say no! ೀ valentine's special ➴ valentine's is around the corner and word has it that you're going on a date with geto...? no way! gojo is going to make sure that you're saying no! ever wonder how gojo finally gets you to become his? be prepared for a confession of a lifetime!

entry # stupid liar ➴ no way. impossible. you couldn't possibly be jealous of gravure idol gojo likes so much now... or could you?

entry # unconcealable ➴ your boyfriend may not show it, but the six eyes are his burden to bear. you know it firsthand when he falls into your arms for the first time

entry # love wins all (soon!) ➴ haibara's death. geto's defection. nanami's leaving. when everything goes wrong in your third year, the last thing you would expect is your boyfriend breaking up with you. but to gojo, this is a moment of truth—and through this, you'll realize why he chooses to stay with you for good

⭑ — ☁️ side stories

rivals... in love? — extended cut!

hot, hot summer!

☆⌒.*･ entry year : 2010—2017

entry # finally mine 18+ (soon!) ➴ gojo says he’ll make you droll when you have your first time together. you are determined to seduce him to turn the tables!

entry # stay with me (soon!) ➴ comes the biggest conflict in your relationship when you realize that you might be pregnant. this event, for better or worse, will change the trajectory of your relationship forever

entry # wife her up (soon!) ➴ it's a canon event that animals and babies aren't particularly fond of the strongest sorcerer… but you, you’re always going to be his no matter what

entry # insatiable 18+ ➴ your boyfriend is hot and wild, and he has one problem: he always finds you too pretty to resist

entry # forever ➴ the three times he asked you to marry him

entry # newlyweds 18+ ➴ you and your new husband make out in the most inappropriate place possible

entry # kyoto: the onsen incident 18+ ➴ it's your first trip as a married couple and you should be excited—until a shameless woman makes a move on your husband!

entry # to my beloved ➴ bad days don't mean the end of the world, and your husband is making sure you know that

entry # my wife, all mine ೀ valentine's special ➴ years pass, but one thing that's constant is how annoyingly your husband is in love with you. with the new school year comes a fresh batch of first years, and gojo is determined to make you look at his way—he's way better than those youngsters, and he's going to show you just that!

entry # wedding anniversary 18+ ➴ seven years of dating, two years of wedded bliss, and gojo is having his greatest existential crisis yet... all because this year, you apparently have forgotten the most important day of your lives

entry # daddy-to-be ➴ in which you're worried about how he'd react to you carrying his baby

entry # sweet felicity ➴ what do you get the man who already has everything for his birthday?

entry # protect ➴ the word “protect” now means so much more to him

⭑ — ☁️ side stories

05.56 P.M — how gojo gets arrested by the police

07.55 A.M — gojo cheated on you last night

12.34 A.M — blindfold play 18+

12.55 P.M — first ultrasound

04.18 A.M — six weeks pregnant with gojo’s baby

08.45 P.M — cockwarming 18+

11.07 P.M — what if you get a divorce?

03.12 A.M — ungodly hour cravings

07.30 P.M — gojo vs your pregnancy hormones

before the dawn — finding out about geto's ultimate betrayal hits you hard

08.25 P.M — at the end of this pregnancy journey, you fall in love with your husband once again

baby pics — photo album of baby satoru

⭑ — extras 💌 pregnancy diaries ❀

☆⌒.*･ entry year : 2018—present

special entry # through megumi’s eyes (soon!) ➴ megumi’s life ends and starts when the strongest sorcerer takes him in. see your love story through his eyes, his hidden feelings, and extended scenes of several love entries!

entry # baby ➴ a domestic life with your husband and baby

entry # heaven's fury ➴ sometimes you forget that your husband has burdens as the strongest sorcerer alive. when he goes back home from a bad day and you're the first person he comes contact to, you're made aware of it once again

entry # wife ➴ in which the new batch of first years are unaware that their eccentric teacher’s wife is the pretty woman roaming the school grounds

entry # sick days ➴ who holds the fort when you fall sick? of course, it's your lovesick husband and baby!

entry # mission: baby steps! ➴ the three times gojo tried to make his baby love him (and how he miserably fails)

entry # the babysitters club ➴ in which yuji, megumi and nobara are tasked with the most important mission ever by their teacher—watching over his baby son!

entry # throughout heaven and earth ➴ a sudden mission. a curse beyond your grade. all hell breaks loose when gojo realizes that there are hidden machinations behind the incident that befalls you

entry # baby to the rescue ➴ in which gojo recruits your baby son to “save” you from a credit card salesman

entry # beach day 18+ ➴ in which the three of you (you, your husband and baby) spend the weekend on the beach!

entry # treasure ➴ the strongest sorcerer meets his match in his petulant son, who inherits his six eyes and is having trouble with them

entry # curiosity 18+ ➴ when gojo is found out by his own son during your nighttime activities

entry # all of me ➴ you understand that some things in marriage just needs compromise. and he soon understands too, when you're at your most vulnerable and he fails to be by your side when you need him the most

⭑ — ☁️ side stories

09.45 P.M — how scared he is to lose you

11.10 P.M — meeting the newborn for the first time

06.27 A.M — gojo with his baby in the morning

06.20 P.M — baby doesn’t let gojo kiss you

11.52 A.M — gojo will show baby who is here first

10.00 A.M — gojo trying to get his baby say his first word

02.33 P.M — baby going to the aquarium for the first time

07.02 A.M — morning with you and his toddler son

08.12 A.M — why your son isn’t in your wedding

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