Sincerely Not. (final)
sincerely not. (final)
↳ gojou satoru/reader
with an arranged marriage set in place, the sacred bond is doomed with a wife who wants to make the relationship work and a husband who’s ready to ruin it all. unbeknown to him, a tragic fate already lies within the pages of his romance book.
genre. heavy angst, unrequited love, arranged marriage, modern au, 18+
tags/warnings. mentions of trauma, mentions of depression, blood
notes. last chapter everyone! donut be scared :] the angst is lesser than part 19. thank you for the overall support this series has received! please see more notes after the cut
series masterlist -> sequel
additional notes. i don’t wanna be too dramatic so i’ll try to keep it short, you guys probably have heard about this a million times whenever i answered asks, but sincerely not was supposed to be my last piece of writing on tumblr. i had such a terrible writing slump before i posted it and it came to a point where i wasn’t satisfied with all the content i’m putting out. i didn’t expect that sn would blow up, or let alone have such a loyal and supportive audience that now became the reason why i work hard every week to pump out long chapters. i sincerely can’t thank you guys enough for going through this 5-month journey with me. with more than 200k words, 20 chapters, and a community built because of this series, this is perhaps a work that i will cherish and remember for the rest of my life. thank you to each and everyone who stayed up all night reading this series, to those who always eagerly left comments and theories under every post or in my ask box, and to those who contributed amazing fanarts for this fic. from the bottom of my heart, thank you and i love you. - sincerely, saint ♡
3 YEARS LATER
“As you all know, three years ago, I lost control of this company.” Standing in front of the executives and the shareholders was Satoru Gojou in his three-piece Zegna suit. “The market cap suffered a significant decrease to eight billion less. Because of the scandals and mismanagement on my end, not only did many investors pull out, but we also lost some of our most brilliant employees who all have contributed to the company’s growth over the last twenty-five years.” With all eyes set on him, the tips of his fingers felt unusually cold, but he had to continue his talk by walking around the new faces that filled up the conference room. “I know what you’re all thinking: ‘Why is the Chairman talking about his sob story?’ After all, no one would have thought that a person like me could still save the Gojou Group from its massive decline. Many journalists even referred to it as a major corporation failure. When my company’s stock price bottomed out, many people took the chance to buy stocks dirt cheap and I was already foreseeing how long it would take for me to file for bankruptcy. I went through terrible depression, my health deteriorated, and my mind was in a dark period for a year after I got divorced, but I still did everything I could to salvage the only thing I had left. But how could I? Where do I begin? At the time, it was nothing but a hopeless and ambitious thought.”
Satoru stopped from his leisurely gait and placed a hand on top of his CFO’s shoulder. As he looked down at the blond with a grateful smile, he then proceeded to finish his speech, “To play this game or any game, you must have a good mentor. Mine was my colleague, Nanami Kento, who once told me that if my life crumbled apart after I lost my wife, I should also think about my innocent employees whose lives would be far more affected if I didn’t do anything to save the company. He was right. I couldn’t possibly mope around and watch more people suffer from the difficulties I've caused. And so, I sought his advice and worked with him to rebuild the Gojou Group from ground zero.” Satoru turned on his heel as he finally arrived at the far end of the table. “Just like Nanami, you are all here because you’ve given me another chance at reconstructing the company from the damages I had done. It was a tough three years and we’re still working to restore everything back to how it was, but I just wanna take this time to express my sincerest gratitude to each and every single one of you inside this room for inspiring me and allowing me the opportunity to rise up from the bottom. In return, I will ensure—as the Chairman of the Gojou Group—that you will all be generously rewarded for your dedication and hard work. Thank you.”
After the general shareholders meeting, Satoru was back in his office with his CFO and his secretarial staff who were seated on the couch to deal with schedules and paperwork while discussing the spontaneous speech he had just done at the meeting.
“What in the world was that?” Nanami asked, unfolding a newspaper before resting his back against the couch. “You made a speech like you were stepping down from your position.”
Satoru chose to sit at the edge of his office table as he took a sip from his coffee mug. “Why? Do you wanna be an interim CEO again?” His tone was playful, although remembering how difficult it must have been for Nanami to be in the highest executive position at such a desperate time. Back to the days when Satoru was mentally and emotionally incapable of making good business decisions, the Gojou Group and its twenty subsidiaries would have all collapsed if not for Nanami’s immediate action plans to keep the company intact as one of the nation’s largest conglomerate in terms of assets and the second largest in terms of sales.
That being said, the blond didn’t even hide his year-long exhaustion after becoming the company's major pillar of support. “Please. I’d rather retire early than have you punish me with that title ever again, interim or not.”
“Don’t say that, Nanami. We’re gonna have a really long loving relationship as Chairman and CEO-to-be, you know.” Satoru continued to tease and earned Nanami’s glare as a response, all before the former noticed his secretary who was chuckling at the sight. “I think Miwa has better time management when she’s reporting to you, anyway.”
The blue-haired girl was quick to deny. “Not true, Chairman!” said Miwa while arranging some papers on the coffee table. “I always handle my time perfectly well no matter who I’m reporting to.”
Undoubtedly. Even if he treated her like a robot sometimes, Satoru was lucky enough to have had the chance to see Miwa’s professional growth from the past three years that she had been his executive assistant. He would never in his life forget that this girl stayed by his side during the lowest period of his life. Her loyalty was what led her closer to him to the point where they grew a sibling-like connection. Although they maintained a professional superior-subordinate relationship, he was able to joke around with her while she was given the rare opportunity to speak to him informally at certain instances: one, when he needed a good scolding and two, whenever he was teasing her about Yuuta (but that was a story for another day).
“Let’s see… What if I reassign you to be Yuuta’s secretary one day?” Satoru grinned in mischief as he set the coffee mug down. “He’ll be graduating next year and I’ll appoint him as the Vice President once he returns to Japan.”
Instead of Miwa whose cheeks were suffused with a pink tint, it was Nanami who immediately reacted in surprise. “You’re really gonna train him for the position as soon as he comes back?”
“Yeah.” Satoru offered a nod before signaling his secretary to reach for the special suit she carefully hung on his rack this morning. “He looks forward to it. He’s smart, responsible, and analytical, so you won’t have a hard time mentoring him.”
The man exhaled deeply, languid as he flipped the pages of his newspaper. “Why do you always leave the job to me?”
“Because you’re the best, Nanami~! Take it as a compliment.”
“I don’t need compliments, I want a Bugatti in return,” he made a quick bargain, “a mansion in Aoyama and a one-year vacation leave to Kuantan, Malaysia with no texts, calls, and emails from you.”
Satoru was better off as a statue after hearing his CFO’s offer. “And that’s what I call a good businessman!” He gave him a well-deserved clap and turned to his secretary in haste, “Miwa, take note. This kind of brazenness is something I wanna see from you.”
The girl simply laughed at the good-humored exchange between Nanami and Satoru while she held the expensive suit in front of the latter. As if she had read his mind, Miwa suddenly asked, “Are you really going to… do that today, sir?”
It would be nice to blame the air conditioner for the sudden thickness in air density. Not even ten seconds had passed and the mood swiftly changed into something more sullen, more gloomy. As Gojou took off his Zegna coat and unfastened his cufflinks, his gaze fell down on the visible scar on his forearm. Once a deep gash that required multiple stitches, now a reminder of that cold December night where blood and glass shards surrounded him as he sobbed his heart out in his mother’s arms.
He could ask Miwa’s questions to himself and only one answer would come out each time. “I have to.”
“Want me to go with you?” offered Nanami out of genuine concern. “I can reschedule my meeting with the finance department.”
Satoru, despite being genuinely appreciative of their concern, did not muster enough courage for the past two months anticipating this day just to back out at the last minute. “No, I got it.” That was all he had to tell Nanami and Miwa before he changed into the classic Givenchy tuxedo that was gifted to him three years ago. “Take care of everyone here while I’m gone.”
Gojou could barely remember what the atmosphere was like on his own wedding day. Because it was rushed and planned by everyone else except the bride and groom themselves, he didn’t have a great archive of memories relating to that special day that ultimately changed his life. Frankly, he was fairly busy with the company back then so he didn’t have much time to participate with the whole wedding preparation, leaving the designers and wedding planners to be the ones who visited him in the office just to remind him that he was going to become a married man. His distaste towards the forced marriage doubled his anger towards an innocent bride that later became a vital part of his life.
Many people asked him this: would Gojou consider marrying again? His answer would depend on the person. The answer, among many options, was only one particular woman with a selfless heart and an altruistic soul. Satoru couldn’t think of getting married to anyone else other than his soulmate whom he had promised a wedding back to when they were six year-olds. His childhood friend who had spent his birthdays with him just before they grew apart. His other half whom he had shared the most memories with from then and now. The lover, the wife, the mother of his child.
His one and only.
In an alternate universe, he had the option to restart his life back from where it all began. On the wedding day, where white primroses adorned the trellises, where satin linens complemented the dome of cloudless skies, where elaborate details and enchanting décor ignored the idea of ‘less is more’. But no matter how grandiose the setup was—whether it was whimsical or glamorous or traditional, in his previous life, he had forgotten the true essence of his own wedding—it was being united with his partner in life.
Beyond everything, marriage was a sacred bond between a husband and his wife.
The reminiscence of being surrounded by wedding decorations was déjà vu for Satoru who had not paid the slightest bit of attention to it three years ago. Or did he? Because with the way he recalled the tiniest details of his first wedding, it looked like he did pay a significant amount of recognition to the special day as much as he initially thought. The redolence of jasmine added to his nostalgia as he continued to walk like a ghost along the pathway where the wedding planners were passing left and right. They were oblivious to the man with white hair in a black tuxedo, concealed by a face mask while keeping himself unseen by blending amongst the low number of guests who had just arrived. The French baroque cathedral boasted of timeless elegance and one look at the ceiling gave him a breathtaking view of the magnificent Rococo art. Didn’t he get married in a garden? The decorations were either just black, ivory, and champagne not apricot and periwinkle blue. Right, Gojou remembered. Every stark difference was screaming to be remembered. The color palette, the theme, the flowers, and even the venue.
This wasn’t an alternate universe nor was this his own wedding.
This simple and yet sophisticated church wedding was his Earth-shattering reality to serve as a reminder that the tragedy was in his romance book, not yours.
With over seven billion people around the world, he was granted to be with only one person that had been his supposed life-long partner. Unfortunately, life could no longer offer him a rewind after everything that had happened. He didn’t have a free pass to travel back through time and rewrite his past. Just like the ugly scars on his forearm, some things just never fade. What he had for himself was the future—the chance to be a better man without the expectations from a yearned woman. A closure, not to accept his defeat, but more so to prove his eternal love.
Not many guests were familiar to him except for your cousins and the groom’s immediate family. The wedding in itself was an intimate setup, seemingly only for those who were dear to the wedded couple-to-be. It was a great contrast to your first glamorous wedding where almost every famous personality was invited amongst the swarm of influential businessmen. In this wedding, attention was not being waved at his face because the primary focus was the ceremony that would soon unify a man and a woman as one.
He wasn’t even invited, so why the hell was Satoru Gojou in here?
Thankfully, no one had really noticed him as he managed to escape from any unwanted attention by sneaking close to the walls until he finally reached one of the exits that headed towards the back. There was a pavilion just a couple of steps away from the church where they kept the bride before the actual ceremony would begin. Needless to say, Satoru’s blood had drained from his face as soon as one of the notable bridesmaids walked out of the door.
“Ieiri.” Gojou took off his face mask and noticed how his voice had become unstable. “Where’s she—”
“Inside,” replied Shoko, pointing towards the room. “She’s with her friend, but it should be fine. Gen went to see their father. Did anyone see you?”
“No, I don’t think so.” His heart was pounding on his chest. His head, pulsating. Air was luxury for him to breathe at this moment when he thought of the man he would become once his eyes were set on you again three years after you left.
Ieiri must have felt his temperature rising (or falling in that sense) because cold sweats started forming on his temples, but not until she snapped her fingers in front of his face to wake him up from his trance. “Hey, it’s okay.” A couple pats on the back lessened Gojou’s tension. “You can do it. This is your last chance.”
They said during moments of panic, it was normal for a person to feel numb. Everything was in slow motion and very few sounds were picked up by the ears as all the unnecessary hubbub would be blocked out. While he tried to reach for the doorknob, Satoru’s hand was visibly shaking due the accumulation of anxiety that he never realized had built up upon coming here. His nerves were like seismic waves forming ripples on a pond. What was he scared of? He had gone through so much alone for the last three years, but even so, this day might be the summit of his pain. It would mark as the highest point in his mountain of broken heart and eternal loneliness.
It was different in his head than when he actually opened the door and stepped inside the room. A girl with dark hair in a half-updo was smiling at you from the mirror as you two were unaware of the new presence that had entered the room. Even from afar, even when he could only see your side profile, Gojou had already fallen weak on the knees. A wave of strong emotions washed over his body as he saw the very woman that he loved and still undeniably did.
“…Y/N.”
When had he last called you by your name?
To him, the name that rolled off his tongue had also sparked a flame to his heart. To you, on the other hand, the voice that called it out was nothing more than a stranger from the past that you wanted so badly to erase. He could see it in your eyes with how they widened in shock, leaning on the negative scale more than the positive as you hastily got up from your seat. “W-What are you doing here?”
The girl who stood by your side kept a guarded stance while she mumbled, “Y/N, should I call for Toji?”
“No need.” Satoru blinked thrice in the same second and shook his head. “He knows I’m here. He…” trailing off, he drew in a deep breath, “He told me to see you before the ceremony.”
It happened a week ago when Gojou found out you came back to Tokyo after three long years. He heard rumors about you dating Toji, but he never really thought that your bond was deep enough to lead to another marital union. Wasn’t it such a cruel fate? Someone who was once his bride, was now someone else’s.
As hard as it was for Satoru to swallow, he knew that Toji Zen’in must love you a lot and he wasn’t even surprised that you ended up with his rival after all the things that had happened. Not many guys would allow an ex-husband a chance to meet his bride on the wedding day just for the sake of closure. But you see, your groom respected you and trusted you and cared for you enough to understand that this was something you and Satoru had to have. A private moment to conclude the relationship that scarred both you and him, which could possibly cause complications in any of your future marriages if not resolved. There was no harm in having this much needed conversation, especially since three years had gone by and you were close to strangers at this point. Or at least, he was to you. Any feelings you once harbored for him were completely gone like how the same gleam in your eyes that used to shine for him was now empty.
You must have realized that fearing Satoru Gojou would not help you in the long run, so you ended up allowing him inside before you turned to your friend. “Akemi,” you spoke to her calmly, “can you excuse us for a while?”
From the corner of his eyes, Satoru noticed how the woman with the gentle face glanced at his way before she decided to trust your words and subsequently made her exit. With the door shut in a 33-square meter room, it didn't seem as if the distance between you and him was there. Not when he had become too enamored of your ethereal beauty to a point where he couldn’t breathe.
And he had to swallow. Hard. Because you were so goddamn beautiful that his eyes were filling up with tears. Are you real? The pain he felt sure was. Are you really in front of him? He scanned every inch of your face and remembered how he used to wake up staring at those eyes each morning, how he used to touch those cheeks, how he used to kiss those very lips. He never had the chance to appreciate you back on your own wedding day and his greatest regret in life was not telling you how breathtakingly regal you looked in a wedding dress. Forget the swarovski crystals that hugged your figure or the natural make-up that enhanced your features—Satoru believed that no other woman could beat your grace and elegance in his eyes even if you were wearing a simple white dress with a bare face.
You aged three years older after you last saw each other, but the most fascinating part of it was seeing you in the best version of yourself. Not a trace of heartbreak. Not a hint of loneliness. There was that certain class and maturity that made him fall in love with you all over again.
“You look beautiful,” he meant to say it aloud despite the clench it caused his heart because he had to let you know no matter how shameless. “I know I never got to tell you this before, but… this, this is also how beautiful you looked on our wedding day.”
You watched him take a deep breath as if he was the rightful groom who was star-struck at the sight of his bride. “You never even looked at me on our wedding day.”
“I did, I know I did…” He stared at you in pining melancholy. Did Gojou imagine having this casual talk with an ex-lover? He was afraid that this might be the calm before the storm. “I’m sorry for bringing it up. I-I don’t intend to stay throughout the ceremony today.”
“So, what are you here for?”
“…”
“Satoru.”
“I just think that, maybe…”
With a distant gaze, your impatience led you to go straight to the point. “We’ve been divorced longer than we have married, Gojou.” But what hurt more was the way you avoided meeting his eyes. “If you have nothing important to talk about, save it. If you’re here to congratulate me, thanks. I hope you find someone else to marry, too—”
“Why did you let go?”
The sudden question rendered you speechless, so much that you almost sympathized from the guilt and agony that casted your ex-husband’s face. Satoru had been suffering for three long years thinking of the picture perfect family that he had lost and all of those unwanted memories during his darkest days were now swallowing him in whole. They were burying him six feet under and pulling him back into that abyss of torment that he thought he had already escaped. It was endless, bottomless, complete darkness.
But even with the obvious pain in his visage, you couldn’t find the right words to answer. He had to be the one to clarify it further. “Our baby,” his voice broke and his words took him back to that sorrowful day at the hospital, “I wanna know why you let go. I-I don’t understand why you did it.”
“You know why.” Tears were threatening to spill from your shiny eyes. “Don’t bring it back. I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”
It hurt. It hurt so much that he wanted to hug you, but couldn’t. That he wanted to wipe your cheeks, but couldn’t. That he wanted to kiss your forehead, pull you into his arms, hold you close. It hurt how much he longed for you day and night for the past 1,095 days, hoping that you would come back to him and be his wife again. How foolish. This woman in front of him wasn’t the same one he married for that woman had given up on him, but him—he never once gave up on you. He kept holding on like you were the last buoy keeping him afloat in the vast sea. “I messaged y-you nonstop.” His breathing hitched as a sob rose in his throat. “I sent you hundreds of voice mails even if you had me blocked everywhere. I followed you to New York and tried to search every corner of it for you, b-but I was told to leave you alone. In the end, I had to leave you alone and give you space, because I didn’t want you to hate me more than you already do. Do you know how it feels to be… to be abandoned by someone you love, and three years later that person comes back only to marry someone else?”
Out of the many things Gojou learned from his therapist: you can never suppress sadness. It always managed to seep out and the best way to handle it was to release such a heavy emotion out of the bottle. His face was already a screaming sign of Fragile: Handle With Care. But if anyone were to break him, the privilege was yours.
“Satoru, we never should have married in the first place,” you argued, eyes glistening with similar blues as you looked up at him, “We were doomed from the beginning because that marriage was never genuine. Stop holding on to me like I’m more than just a key to your personal goals.”
“Y/N, I love you…” At this point, he couldn’t stop the waterfall that gushed out of his eyes, emptying his sockets until he could no longer cry. His voice was thick with tears, his words were strangled in his throat. “I love you, I cherish you. I still do. I still fucking do and I’m so miserable without you. Don’t say that I was never genuine when I truthfully fell in love with you.”
You refused his words and swallowed the pity forming at the back of your throat. “No, you fell in love with the idea of me. You fell in love with the idea of having your own happy family regardless of the person you wanted to share it with.”
Satoru attempted to reach for your arm, but felt wrong for having tried because his cold hand didn’t deserve to touch your sacred warmth. “That’s not true.”
“I’m not your wife anymore.” Your reminder served numerous stabs in his hollow heart. “Gojou, you need to move on and live your life without me. You’re young, you’re single, you can easily go back to the way you were before you were ever married. You can even forget our marriage happened. Just please… Please find your happiness elsewhere.”
“I don’t… I don’t wanna forget.”
He came here promising himself that he was only going to apologize and clarify his intentions, it was never part of his plan to be a sobbing mess in front of you while begging for the love he had taken for granted. He wanted his wife back. He wanted Y/N Gojou to accept him again and give him another chance to be a better husband. But that was not the agreement he had with Toji when he allowed him to have this talk with you. Gojou had to remind himself not to steer away from his original path and respect the boundaries that were set in order to live a guiltless life. He ought not to be selfish, but more selfless because that was something he learned from you.
And in saying that, his only option for you to achieve your peace and true felicity was to let you go. Like setting a dove free from a bird cage, spreading its wings into open air before flying away—you had to have that freedom without a pathetic ex-husband clinging on to you. All he ever brought you was misery and heartache, so the best way to repent for his sins was to cut the thin string that kept you tied to him.
“Do you love him?” he asked once and for all, even though it shattered him inside, even though it squeezed his heart and every artery. Layers of unsettling emotions overcame him as the thought of you marrying someone else, having a family with someone else, doing the things you did with him to someone else—absolutely, agonizingly wrecked him. “Will you be happy if you married him?”
Along with your modestly downcast eyes, you took the chance to dodge the direction of his desolate gaze. “Probably so much more than when I married you.”
Who knew that an honest answer could make one’s world crumble into ashes?
In every sad song, sad movie, or sad novel there was, Gojou believed that his tragedy could sell billions of copies because there was nothing more satisfying than reading a story about how the man who once had it all, in the end lost it all.
As for you, your immediate thought was to turn away, searching through your jewelry box on the table before taking out the very last piece that connected you to him.
Your wedding ring.
The same ring he was still wearing to this day.
“Satoru, I loved you.” Your words flew past your mulberry lips as you reached for his hand. Throughout your marriage, it was for the first time he ever heard you say those three words. Three words that were now in the past just like the ring that you placed on his palm. “If you ever wanted to hear it, I did love you. I loved you so much that I stayed that long because I wanted us to work. I love you enough that I want you to be happy, even if we’re no longer together.” Gojou’s eyes were the loneliest shade of blue as he felt your thumb running across his cheek. “For the eleven months and twenty-two days we were married, all I did was to try and fix you. Now let me fix me.”
Didn’t you know? When you were in love, your voice was always the calmest. Your eyes, the dreamiest. Your face, the softest. It was a slapping contrast to the loom of darkness that swept over your ex-husband’s face—the man you once loved and was bound to by vows. But if his sorrow meant that you would find your joy, then he was ready to have his heart broken over and over again by the one person he loved the most. You.
Words needn’t be said. He accepted the ring you returned with a great wretch of sadness, keeping it safe in his own hand like he was holding onto a person in the form of a gold wedding band. In an hour or so, another ring would adorn your finger and it would be much more beautiful than the one you previously had from an ex-husband that you easily forgot about.
Your love story ended here.
On the first day of spring, where flowers bloom to signal the start of your new beginning. The radiant woman he loved the most would start a new chapter in life with someone else. And unlike you, Satoru was stuck in his cold, winter sorrows. There were no four seasons in his calendar for his days remained in the coldest months of the year because his source of sunlight found another world to shine on.
“I have to go.” The soles of his feet wanted to stay, but he couldn’t linger around any longer than he should’ve. What last words would he have to say to his ex-wife? ‘Have a happy marriage’? When that, in fact, was a form of self-punishment. But on a similar note, he felt the longing in your eyes and it allowed him to wish for nothing but the best for you. “I know he’s gonna take care of you, but… just in case,” he trailed off, forcing an upward curve on his lips, “I hope he kisses you every morning when he wakes up.”
“Satoru…”
His words were surprisingly cathartic. “I hope he’ll call you beautiful each day, stroke your hair when you lie on his lap, take you out on movie nights and spontaneous dates.” To make it more lighthearted and less dramatic, he added a few happy memories. “I hope he won’t drink straight off the milk carton or forget to turn the lampshade off at night. You deserve to be with someone who lets you spend pink toilet papers and expensive skin care masks on his credit card. Someone who stares at you in your sleep, thanking God for blessing him with a wife like you.”
Your lips quivered, eyes achingly staring at his.
Gojou ignored the weakness gnawing his chest and offered a smile that may have a million meanings, but truly only translated to one: I’m happy when you are. And so, he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and leaned in to plant a kiss on your forehead. It was a harmless, unassuming kiss to let you know that he would always care for you the same. “I love you.”
Hesitance then bathed your eyes as he pulled away. Was that guilt in your gaze? Or was it pity? Either way, you squeezed his hand and opened your mouth reluctantly. “Wait, I… There’s something you need to know.”
At the rate of your growing anxiety, Satoru decided for himself that today was not the day for you to deal with it. He may have been selfish all his life, but he didn’t want to ruin your wedding for his sake. With the Zen’ins was where you belong. After all, they were a family void of drama or any ulterior motives that could break your trust in the long run. That was the household you deserved to be in.
“Will I be crying on my knees if I did know?”
You held your breath. “Maybe.”
“Will it fix us?”
“I don’t think so.”
Knowing a disappointing truth was better than wondering forever. But in that moment where palpable silence became one of his biggest fears, he decided that the less he knew, the better. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say it,” he assured, backing away and learning the art of letting go, “I should head out.”
“…Okay.”
His cue to leave was your sudden sympathetic gaze. His signal to turn around and step out of the room was the fact that he despised seeing sympathy in your eyes because it made him yearn and seek for your love. He didn’t need your sympathy, he needed you. It was a dangerous zone that he ought to avoid or else there was no going back.
The only way was forward.
Walking through the hallways alone gave him a newfound sense of catharsis. Although the other half of his soul remained with you, lovers didn’t necessarily have to be soulmates. They came in different shapes and forms, be it with a childhood friend, a past lover, an ex-wife. He was content for not sticking to his brand of selfishness which cost him a wife and a child in return.
Fate must be playing with him, because just as he turned to the corner of the hallway, he stumbled upon a little boy with white hair who was hiding his face against the wall.
Could it be…?
Stopping in his tracks, his eyes widened and brimmed with tears. He must be imagining this whole thing. He must be hallucinating. Why did his chest hurt this badly? Why did the atmosphere suddenly make him feel queasy? He felt sick to the bones after remembering the depressive episodes he went through because of his unborn child. The pain he suffered from his loss was more than a person could take. And now, this…
“‘Gumi!” The giggling kid ran past Satoru to meet Toji’s teenage son who immediately carried the little boy in his arms.
“There you are,” Megumi spoke to the child with a rare smile on his face, “You’re not supposed to show yourself when you play hide and seek.”
Satoru’s heartbeat quickened exponentially. His pulse was thumping with a heavy beat. It wasn’t until Megumi saw his figure down the hallway when the dark-haired boy became nonplussed. He knew what the older guy was thinking, and he didn’t seem to know how to react to it.
The little boy with similar white hair was facing away, so Gojou was yet to see if the kid looked like a splitting image of him to confirm his questions. He was already shell shocked and he would probably break down had he learned that the child was indeed his.
But seemingly hearing Satoru’s trail of thought, Megumi took the chance to keep the little boy away. “Come on, let’s go see your mom.”
“Mama?” The kid turned around, noticing Satoru’s presence as the person who carried him walked further and further away. Each growing distance did not do anything to melt the block of ice he had become. Frozen as he stood there, eyes wide at the sight of the child with white hair and baby blue eyes.
This couldn’t be real.
At the beginning of spring, the sky was crying and so was he. You were moving into new spheres, but this heart of his could love so infinitely that everything becomes muted. His heart could love so blindly that everything you do merited its forgiveness. It was unimaginable for anyone who actually cared to understand the gravity that had fallen on Satoru as he rushed into the parking lot. In a daze, lost in his own thoughts while putting the missing puzzle pieces together.
Three years in New York City.
Had he been deprived of a child that he believed hadn’t been born at all?
He was searching through his many antidepressants in the glove compartment of his car. Satoru had been so full of anxiety for this day that he missed taking a couple of pills that he strictly had to take to aid his severe depressive episodes—one of which was about to happen in a few. That child of his could have been a hallucination after all. His mind liked to play tricks on him ever since his mental state went on a downward slope. It wasn’t your fault nor anyone else’s.
It was his.
The onus was always on him. The blame, the criticism, the hatred even to himself. While the wedding was on going, Satoru was in his car crying silently to himself with his head on the steering wheel as his saddest thoughts haunted him. He could easily walk out of the car, crash your wedding, and perhaps confirm if that child was not just a fragment of his imagination.
But what scared him the most was getting a confirmation that you did hide his child for three years without telling him. Why did that scare him, you wonder? Because it meant that he would have to hate you again. It meant that he had to feel strong hostility towards you, when that feeling was the last thing he ever wanted to feel for his own wife.
During his lowest moments, the person he ran to was also the person who once ran away from him. You weren’t aware, but his mom never once left his side at times where the world felt hopeless. Or when breathing felt like luxury than a need. Or when simply existing felt like an undeserved privilege. She stayed and nurtured him to make sure that he wasn’t alone as much as he believed. It was her duty as a mother to care for her child. The only person who truly understood his never-ending pain.
“Mom.” One minute he was crying soundlessly in his car, the next he was on his phone choking a sob. “Mom, I-I can’t do this alone.”
“Satoru? What’s wrong, honey?” Worry laced her voice on the other end of the line. “Where are you?”
His chest rose and fell heavily. “I w-wanna wake up from this nightmare. I wanna wake up next to her.”
“Where are you?” His mother repeated her question with her anxiety increasing tenfold. It was one of ‘those days’. Those terrible, dark days where the other side was whispering in her son’s ear, tempting him to escape this world in his own hands. “Did you go to her wedding? My son…”
Gojou released a sigh, but it sounded more like a plea for help. His eyes were bloodshot and forlorn as he stared at the ceiling of his car. “I saw her and she looked beautiful. Sh-She’s happier, she’s… she’s… Mom, I love her.”
“I’m coming to pick you up.” He could tell his mother was tearing up. “Stay where you are, Satoru. I’ll be there as soon as I can—”
“We have a child,” he spilled out of the blue and the way it flew past his lips only brought a burning ache in his chest. “Our son, he looks j-just like me.” He pictured it all out in his head—how his son would look sleeping in your arms, how his son would run towards his stepfather each time he came home, how his son would look at Satoru Gojou without recognizing him as the father who anticipated his birth with such excitement five months into your pregnancy. “I have a son and he doesn’t know me.”
Deafening silence took over his mother, though it didn’t last long until she spoke in a careful voice. “What are you planning to do right now?”
There was no handbook on what to do after finding out that your ex-wife faked her abortion all along. He wanted to be angry, he wanted to yell the nastiest profanities for the absolute fool he was seen as, and yet everything he would do would just be futile at this point. He was already having difficulty in processing the idea of your marriage with someone else, much less a child with you. Instead of fighting for the family he lost, he felt like he would actually just lose a hundred battles more.
He had to think. Think, away from this place, away from the wedding that was happening inside the cathedral. He needed to clear his mind and figure it all out on his own. For one, was he supposed to pretend that nothing happened? Were you supposed to hide the child from him forever? Were you going to let another man be a father figure to a child who looked exactly like the husband you escaped from?
In a minute, Satoru revved his engine and accelerated the car past forty. He hit sixty when he drove through the street, then he hit a hundred when he reached the freeway. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and drove with blithe disregard for the rules of the road as tears blurred his vision. But maybe, instead of finding a way on how his presence could contribute properly to an ex-wife and a long lost child, he had to choose the easier option—to disappear. Because for all its worth, he wasn’t needed anymore. You managed three years without him, and you could manage fifty more years without him.
His little boy could continue his life not recognizing his shameless father who cheated on his mother, neglected her, ruined her. He was a bad influence and that was solid proof that Satoru could have never been a great dad as much as he liked to believe.
Though, for one reason, you were wrong. As he stomped his foot on the gas pedal, he remembered your words from earlier, ‘you fell in love with the idea of having your own happy family regardless of the person you wanted to share it with’. He didn’t want that family with anyone else but you. That mansion he purchased wasn’t meant for Sera, but for a home he pictured out with a woman he would marry and have dozens of children with. He wasn’t given a chance at explaining himself nor was his voice heard when he tried to beg for forgiveness. You didn’t owe him one, but it broke him to know that because of that miscommunication, your love couldn’t be fulfilled in this lifetime.
This was a world where he was and would always be alone.
Reaching for his pocket, he took out the ring you returned to him and placed it between his fingers, reminding himself of a piece of you that he could still hold onto.
Other than the ring, he also had memories of both good and bad. The wedding day, Iceland, the auction, the morning after his father’s birthday, Bora Bora, Nana’s death, finding out you were pregnant, knowing you had stable angina, that sunset in the yacht, Eula going to jail, him losing everything including you. If any author decided to write about him one day, Satoru hoped that people could learn from his tragedy and value their marriage before it was too late.
Wasn’t it pathetic how he barely remembered everything he had done for the past three years except for those moments with you?
His phone rang wildly from the cup holder as his mom ceaselessly called him. But before he could manage to reach for the gadget, he failed to hit the brakes when the traffic lights turned red. Another blinding light greeted him in slow motion—he realized that the lights were from another car. A much bigger vehicle was speeding towards him when the corner of his eyes saw it from a split second and it was all too late when he tried to steer himself away given the car’s screeching sound, the cacophony of horns echoing left and right, and the tires skidding on the pavement. The collision happened faster than his mind could take. Although his ears picked up the sound of a glass shattering, his eyes didn’t capture the sight of the vehicle that led him to a fatal crash.
There was no deus ex machina to save him from the accident and neither were there flashbacks of his life from childhood until now. There was only darkness that pulled him in and embraced his soul into that empty, inescapable void.
On your second wedding, you expected that things would be easier this time around.
It took you three years to rebuild yourself to be the strong, independent woman that you were now. The process was a difficult path and you could admit that many times, you wished that you didn’t have to go through all of it alone. Being a single mother and studying fashion at the same time was a tough journey, but also the best decision you had made in your life. You learned how to love yourself, along with your son who grew up to be a very sweet kid, while understanding what your real worth should be in a society where being a divorcée at age twenty-eight was considerably acceptable.
You had your father and Gen’s support while raising your son in a country minus the spotlight from the media that could have caused you more stress three years ago. You hoped Satoru could understand. You just wanted to raise your baby in an environment without all the negative energy that surrounded him and your past marriage. So even if he would end up hating you now, you only ever wanted to prioritize your child. Your decision not to tell him was because you no longer had any connections as husband and wife soon as you divorced. Keeping the baby back then could mean that it would be harder for Satoru to let go, so despite having heard his heartbreaking screams that day in the hospital, you had to act on the advice that your father and sister gave you which was to finally put an end to your arranged marriage.
Besides, you were still blessed with a respectable man who had been there for you through thick and thin. A man you would soon lock eyes with once the towering doors by the vestibule was finally opened.
But at the thought of marriage, you suddenly remembered your first husband. You were foolishly thinking of Satoru Gojou at a wedding with a different man. Your trembling fingers matched the increased pace in your heart, just as much as how you blinked through the sting in your eyes. You realized that you were blinking tears until the wooden doors swung open to welcome you into another marital union that once put you through hell.
There they were, awaiting for you to walk down the aisle in your glamorous bejeweled gown. You saw your small audience of families and friends smiling at you as they eyed you with admiration. You saw Toji Zen’in at the far end of the aisle, handsome and perfect in his classic tuxedo while anticipating his status as a married-to-be.
With all eyes on you, you slowly made your way across the aisle, but each step was suffocating. The thought of going through marriage—hoping that it would be perfect only to be crushed by reality in the end—scared you. You didn’t realize that you had developed trauma with weddings all because of a certain white-haired male who altered your vision of what marriages were supposed to be.
Three steps.
Could you really do this again? Could you become someone’s wife and be locked under the vows of marriage for better and for worse?
Two steps.
Could you really offer yourself with wholehearted devotion towards a man who could end up ruining your trust once more?
One step.
The loud thumping of your heart was the answer: maybe you could. For Toji. For the love you deserved. For the marriage you always dreamed of.
But although you concluded with that answer, your hand lost grip on the flower bouquet as you saw another future as a wife back to square one.
“Call the ambulance! 911! Somebody help!”
“Sir, please stay with me.”
The light came back to him while he was sandwiched between the cold dirt and the hot metal of the car. The heavy weight of the vehicle was pressing down on him and keeping him paralyzed amongst the broken shards of glass. No voice escaped his hoarse throat, but he could feel blood dripping on the side of his head where a throbbing sensation had just started to grow.
Yet all in all, he was numb.
He couldn’t move his hand, couldn’t see beyond the confines of his car, couldn’t breathe more oxygen that his lungs needed—all his mind could process was the thought of you. Right when the shiny gold ring was within arm’s reach on the concrete floor, Satoru lifted his broken arm up just to hold onto that one piece of memory he had of you.
He wasn’t certain if he was only waiting for death or something much worse, but at the rate of the excruciating pain that his brain was giving him, he knew one way or another that he would lose a part of himself from hereafter.
But he hoped to every saint that he wouldn’t lose that part of him that loved you.
That Satoru who first fell in love with you at the age of six, got married to you at the age of twenty-five, and still loved you at the age of twenty-eight was the version of him that he wished not to lose.
He was an antagonist in his own tragic story and was merely a plot device to set up conflicts, obstacles, and challenges for the protagonist. Although in most fairytales, the main characters were granted a happily ever after, you and him were given an inevitable twist of fate.
Perhaps this was the end. Or perhaps it wasn’t.
Sometimes the end wasn’t really the end.
After all, this was a universe where he was a character with unmistakable flaws that could not be redeemed. While that may be true, he hoped that you wouldn’t forget that at a certain point in time, he was truthfully, unselfishly in love with you.
That in this universe and in all other parallel universes, he was and would always be sincerely yours.
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Iris
Summary: In the early morning light, Leon finally decides to propose to you.
Pairing: DI!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.6k words
Warnings: Fluff, swearing
A/N: This was a cute one! Definitely took me a bit to write (thank you ADHD), but I hope you guys enjoy this cute lil tidbit :))) Title from "Iris" by The Goo Goo Dolls
Every attempt Leon had made to propose to you had fallen through, somehow. Whether it was a phone call from the DSO causing him to cancel the dinner reservation at that fancy restaurant you liked, or his own nervousness causing him to chicken out at the last second, he’d been holding onto that ring box for two months now.
It had a special home, permanently tucked away in the inside pocket of his favorite leather jacket. Every movement he made, he’d feel its curved edge press against his ribcage, its presence a reminder of a burning love he couldn’t quite manifest into words. Leon never really had a way with words when it came to being serious, preferring to decorate his own dialogue with quipping remarks or “dad jokes” that earned him more eyerolls than giggles.
Every so often, he tried to work up enough courage to ask you. A man, military trained to have nerves of steel, would stand frozen behind you. The beautiful and expensive ring, with a center stone he knew was your favorite, would teeter in his trembling fingers as he stared down your figure from behind. Leon usually ended up tucking it away in his pocket the second you would turn around, acting inconspicuous like he just hadn’t tried to propose. Then, there was the one time you turned around a bit faster than expected, and he’d quickly chucked the ring behind him to avoid detection. He spent thirty minutes on his hands and knees in the backyard trying to find it after that.
Leon’s pride kept him from reaching out to any of his friends, specifically Claire or Rebecca, for help on the matter. Surely, they’d have much better ideas than the ones he’d attempted to conjure up only to scrap them hours later, but where was the fun in that? You deserved a man, a soon-to-be fiance, who could plan something like this on his own. Even if at one point, he’d considered slipping the ring on your finger while you slept just to wait for you to notice.
Until one morning, he’d decided enough was enough. He was going to propose to you, extravagant dinners and bouquets of roses be damned.
“Coffee?” Your sleepy voice sounded through the kitchen as you heard his slow, shuffling footsteps.
He smiled softly to himself, taking in your disheveled sleep shirt and tousled bed head as you stood in front of the kitchen counter, lazily measuring out coffee grounds through bleary eyes. He loved you like this the most: in your natural beauty, face bare and clothes minimal. When you thought you looked like a trainwreck, he only saw what he assumed to be a modern adaption of Aphrodite herself. You were breathtakingly beautiful without even trying.
“Please,” he yawned, still half-awake himself as the early morning light spilled through the kitchen blinds, illuminating your figure in a heavenly glow. Leon’s eyes shifted towards that leather jacket of his, hung over one of the kitchen chair’s from his arrival home the night before. He thought of the ring, safely tucked away in the inside pocket. Without much of a thought, he slowly inched towards the chair with his eyes trained on you the entire time.
You didn’t seem to notice, focused on filling the coffee pot with water from the sink faucet. You yawned softly, stretching your arms above your head with a whine as the water slowly filled the glass pot.
Leon used your noises to his advantage, quickly fishing around his jacket until his fingers firmly clasped around the velvet box. He pulled his hand back, holding it behind him as he walked up behind you. You’d woken up a bit more, pouring the water into the coffee maker and setting the pot in its place. Once you’d reached up for the cabinet to grab two mugs, he snaked his free arm around your waist. He leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to the nape of your neck.
“Mmm,” you hummed softly, smiling as you leaned back against his chest. “It’s a little early for that.”
Leon chuckled lowly, vibrations transferring from his chest to your back as he pressed against you. He waited for you to lower the mugs to the counter before he spoke again. “Close your eyes, baby.”
You huffed a laugh, raising an eyebrow as you tried to turn your head back. He blocked your movement by pressing his chin to your cheek, lightly scratching the smooth surface of your skin with his stubble. You could feel his mouth stretched into a grin, which only widened your own smile as you reluctantly closed your eyes. “What’re you up to now?” You murmured, giggling gently as he kept his face pressed against yours.
“Just trust me,” he whispered, checking to make sure your eyes were closed before he pressed a kiss to the shell of your ear. He brought his other arm around, now holding your waist fully with his forearms as he held his hands out in front of you. He opened the ring box, holding it up enough for you to eventually see. Taking a deep breath, he looked down at the gem that sparkled as the rays of sunlight lighting up your kitchen caught it. “Okay, you can open them.”
You hesitated, a subtle bubble of anticipation building in your stomach as you prepared yourself to open your eyes. It was either a sweet gift that he’d brought home like he did every so often after a particularly long mission, or something to irritate you with his playfulness. You briefly remembered the time he’d “surprised” you with a frog that had made its way inside the house, scaring the shit out of you as he held it up to your face. Hoping it was not the latter, you opened your eyes and looked down.
It felt like all the oxygen in your lungs had been plucked by fingers of ember, warmth spreading through your system as your eyes widened. You looked at the ring, polished and sat atop a plush pillow inside the little black box. Its gold band glistened, and the gem reflected the light passing through it against the top, creating the smallest rainbow that shook with Leon’s trembling hands. You could feel his breath, airy yet forcefully controlled, fanning across your neck. Even the nervous swallow you felt, his throat bobbing against your shoulder as he leaned his head down.
“Leon-” you started, eyes wide as you looked down at the ring some more. Your brain tried as much as it could to register through the shock as you managed to spin around, your chest bumping against his as he now pinned you against the counter. He looked so nervous, timid in a way you’d never seen before. “Are you..?”
Leon opened his mouth, blue eyes full of uncertainty and the wholesome storm of love, before he shut it quickly. He even blushed, pulling the hand that held the box to hover between the two of you as he leaned back slightly. Looking down at the ring, he smiled nervously and even let out a sheepish chuckle, that red flush spreading up his neck and onto the expanse of his softly-lined face. His darkened hair fell over his eyes, causing him to look much younger than he truly was in that moment.
“I- Well, fuck,” he huffed after stumbling over his own words. “Had a whole speech planned, but I can’t even get the words out.” He chuckled again, dragging his unoccupied hand over his mouth as he tried to think of something on the spot. Leon loved you so much, that much was evident from the ring’s dazzling appearance alone, but the words were just stuck in his throat like a week-long cold.
Your surprised face quickly melted, lips curling upwards as the warming excitement filled your entire being. A giggle left you, hands coming up to cup his face as tilt it towards you. “Yes,” you said breathlessly, the slightest water of tears encroaching your lashes as you took it all in. He’s proposing to me.
Leon faltered, eyebrows shooting up as he looked down at you, momentarily stunned. Your words took a second longer than normal to register as he slowly smiled back at you. “Not even going to let me say it?” His deep voice came out in a breathy whisper similar to your own volume, relief and adoration spreading across his face the longer he gazed into your watering eyes.
You bit your lip, blushing at your own hasty answer before you nodded. Taking in a deep breath, you motioned a hand for him to continue. A muffled giggle left you as he grinned back at you.
Leon’s lips were now curved into a beaming smile, one that definitely hurt the muscles in his cheeks as he looked down at the ring seemingly in thought. He slowly sunk down to one knee before you on the kitchen floor, holding the box up between you with that stupid smile. You could tell by the way that he was blinking that he was desperately holding back his own tears of sheer happiness.
He said your name softly, his voice filled to the brim with all the love he held for you. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” your earlier answer came much faster this time around as you buzzed with giddiness. A soft sniffle left you as he took the ring from the box and slipped it onto your outstretched hand. The band was a perfect fit around your ring finger, sitting perfectly. You waited until he stood back up to throw your arms around him, knocking him back a step from the sheer force of your embrace. You leaned your head up, kissing him eagerly yet passionately as his strong arms wrapped around your waist once more.
The aroma of coffee brewing filled the air around you as the loving kisses lingered. You knew now that it would forever be your favorite scent, all thanks to this moment.
“Whatcha doing?”
“I’m hiding,”
...
“Can I join?”
It looks comical, the way Mammon tries to fit inside your closet as well. There’s barely room for him, but somehow he manages to squeeze his long limbs into the small space. Once he’s sat, he turns his head slightly to look at you.
“Who are we hiding from?”
His blue eyes practically light up the place, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. Tentatively you inch a little closer and he opens his legs so you can slot between them, your back against his chest. You lean into the embrace, letting him wrap his arms around you. You can feel the beating of his heart next to your ear.
“I don’t know,” you mutter. You watch the wall of the closet, eyes trailing the curves and patterns of the wood. “Everyone,” you say.
Mammon hums. He presses a gentle kiss to your hair. You grab a hand from your waist, deciding to play with his fingers instead. In difference from his usual white, they’re painted the colour of your eyes. Yours matches with a mix of blue and yellow. All stolen from Asmo of course.
(He let you steal them. Mammon was not very discreet. You had to make up for it with a spa day the next weekend.)
Slowly you interwine your fingers with Mammon’s, leaning back to rest your head on his chest and closing your eyes.
“Were ya hiding from me too?”
...
“No, I would never hide from you.”
husband!kakashi headcanons
cw: includes nsfw, violent themes, alluded dv, obsessive!kaka, yandere!kaka, dad!kakashi(🥺), p in v unprotected, creampie, self harm!!, pregnancy, pregnancy sex
its no big surprise that kakashi can be a bit controlling.
especially when he feels as though he owns something, and, since you were his wife, you were his.
at first that’s okay. you didn’t really know any better; never having a date before kakashi hatake came along with all his charm and good looks, you couldn’t help but ogle!! (little did you know, kakashi was absolutely certain nobody would have a chance to take a second look at you))
and i mean, come on, he’s intimidating, but at first, you were swooned by it. so big and scary but oh so gentle with you, his little princess!
he’s so sweet and supportive, a little insecure at times but that was totally normal, all the way up until you said that you would be honored to be his wife.
it wasn’t long until he had cameras installed in every. single. room. you caught him setting one up in the bedroom, facing directly towards the bedframe. he brushed it off — not that you would understand as a non-shinobi, but these cameras were for your safety, silly girl. how can he rest on missions when he has no idea what you’re doing? if you’re okay? don’t you want him to be able to think straight out there??
fails to inform you that not only are they surveillance cameras for himself to see, but they also record every moment,, intimate, private, lonesome moments…
he wanted to start a family, and you should, too! all he wants is to give you a baby, just because he loves you so much! not to mention, the little one would be able to keep you company while he’s away!
(because you will not be leaving the house, nor will anyone be allowed to visit)
sure, he’s overprotective, sometimes a little overbearing, but he’s a good man! his trauma makes him wanna have full control over his family, keeping their safety is his top priority, always.
after a rather tedious, long, and dangerous mission, kakashi was granted a two week break, which ended up being perfect! he’d breed you every single night, whispering dark things to you in your lust-hazed state
“gonna give me a baby, huh? take my cum so good — my little cum dump… want everyone to know who’s cock you’re on.”
when on all fours, back arched and screaming moans as he pounds harshly into your poor cunt, he smacks your ass with a firm hand until your repeating his name like a trained animal.
clips every single moment of those nights — they’re all recorded, of course — and often watches them while he’s away to get himself off.
you inevitably turn up pregnant, finding out after his next mission and being pleasantly surprised by kakashi’s joyful reaction, continuously expressing how happy he is that you are the mother of his children!
be prepared for a plethora of gentle hands and even more gentle words; kakashi treats you the best when you’re pregnant. not that he didn’t give you top tier treatment before, of course.
he even fucks you gently, holding your hand and telling you how beautiful you are, your belly swollen with his lineage and your pussy still so tight and wet, all for him.
promises that he’ll always come home after missions, because of course you get more worried about him now, being the father of your child! sometimes, he requests particularly longer or more dangerous missions just because he thrives under your needy touches after coming home from them. he forgets all about the people he kills, only focusing on his welcome home from you.
you ride him for hours, whining and crying about how happy you are that he’s okay, and that you wouldn’t know what to do without him. that he means everything to you, and he tells you how much of a needy slut you are, and makes you tell him that you’re his needy little cum slut, too attached to his cock to function without him.
but that it’s all okay that you are nothing without him, because he would keep fucking up into you and reminding you how much he loves you, his precious wife and family.
& now that you’re pregnant, despite not getting out much often, everyone in konoha knows, and, unfortunately for kakashi, word travels fast in the shinobi world…
ripped out a man’s spine for asking kakashi if he wonders who’s dick his pretty wife sits on while he’s away, driving the copy nin mad.
he returns from that particular mission with demands. obviously, a surprise inspection on the house, including your panties. he’s able to smell his own scent on those sometimes, so he makes certain that he doesn’t smell any other person.
inspects your cute little pussy before he takes it that night, ensuring it’s usual tightness after not being stuffed for several days.
has gentle conversation with you as he fucks into you for the first time upon his return that night in missionary. asks little questions about your week as though you aren’t a moaning mess beneath him.
that quickly turns into a hard fucking, pounding into you painfully deep and fast as he forces words out of your pretty mouth.
“you fuck someone else while i’m gone, huh?!”
“n—no, kakashi! ngh — just you, just you!”
becomes more obsessed with the surveillance cameras, spectating your every move when he has a moment.
one night in particular, he flicks on the bedroom camera to see you sprawled across the bed, your feminine hands touching your pretty pussy on display for him, crying his name and shoving your face into his pillow.
he fucks his fist at the sight, having his pretty, pregnant wife so pathetic for him. when he returns home, he tells you how much he enjoyed the show and wishes you would do more for him; that it was certainly something to keep his head straight. you blush wildly, you nearly forgot about the cameras!
when you finally have your baby, kakashi is strict when it comes to the delivery. only sakura is allowed in the room with him and obviously you, his wife’s pretty pussy needing it’s dignity intact.
immediately falls in love again when he looks into the eyes of his first born daughter, his babygirl. her hair and eyes were too similar to his own, he was certain this child was his.
becomes extremely insecure and jealous while he’s away after his daughter is born. you coo at him, tell him that he’s the only man, but it’s not enough to hold him over when he’s gone for weeks on end.
his daughter is not allowed to have any contact with another man. not that it was a problem at all to begin with, but he certainly couldn’t sleep wondering if somebody else was playing house with his precious family.
when she gets older, he’s a bit more lenient. he allows her enrollment to school, and becomes hyper obsessed with raising another cold blooded hatake that the world should be terrified of. who better than his own daughter, so that she can protect herself? kakashi knows he won’t be around forever, anyways.
returns home without a scratch most of the time. sometimes he’ll give himself some bruises or a new scar to keep you on your toes, eagerly kissing all over his tendered skin.
he’s unpleasantly surprised to return home, riddled in bruises he gave himself, to find that his precious wife is becoming more close to iruka, his daughter’s teacher.
you tell him that it’s just because he takes care of your daughter while he’s away, at school. kakashi doesn’t like the answer very well, promising to fuck another baby into his wife that very night.
“you want iruka to be their daddy? want him to take care of you?” while he fucks into you, eyes rolling back from pleasure as you assure him that he has it all wrong. just for a little scare tactic, he likes to tell you all he did while he was away,,
“i fucking kill people — fuck, baby — to come back home to you. want me to kill him for you?”
when you tell him no, to please leave iruka alone, he says he will, under the condition that you become pregnant again with his child, making you beg for his seed to spill inside your gummy walls that squeeze him so good.
of course, you end up pregnant again, missing kakashi while he’s away and eagerly tending to him when he’s home. forced to show off your swollen belly everyday as you walk your daughter to school, and everyone knows it’s kakashi hatake’s baby.
We need barbatos smut... like, really, Barbatos simps have been dry on content recently... I just want to see him being rough, but at the same time spilling the sweetest praises, calling us a good little lamb...
(If possible, do a gn!MC, please)
Thanks for the attention <3
For real!! As a Barbatos simp myself, I agree!
cw: rough sex, reader has afab genitalia (but neutral pronouns), praise, drool
"Ahh... hnnn.... ohhh...." Sweet moans were the only things that left your mouth as Barbatos pounded into you, hitting your sensitive spots over and over again.
The bed squeaked over and over as the butler made you take every inch of him. His hands squeezed your hips, not enough to hurt, but tight enough. Thank Diavolo that Solomon taught you a spell that makes walls soundproof for moments like this.
"Fuck, you feel so good around me.." He leaned forward, whispering in your ear. "You like feeling how big I am inside you? You like your wet cunt being full with my cock?"
His teasing words made you get damp, clenching around his cock. Drool dribbled from your lip as you rested your head on the pillow.
"Y-Yes, more... please... I need it. I need it so bad." You gasped out between moans, making the butler grin.
"Ohhh, what a good little lamb you're being for me; using your words." With that being said, he picked up the pace and fucked you faster than before, one of his hands now rubbing your clit.
The extra sensations made your thighs quiver as you can't help but move against his hand. Barbatos panted heavily, almost unable to tease you now.
"Unnnh... so good... do you want me to cum inside?" Barbatos asked, holding himself back just enough. You nodded, arching yourself towards him.
"Oh yes, yes please! Fill me up!"
That seemed to have ignited a flame inside the butler, because without a second to waste, he used one hand and pinned you to the bed and pounded into you like tomorrow wouldn't exist.
Your pussy tightens around his cock as he repeatedly slams himself inside you, nothing but desperate moans and pants leaving the both of you.
"Barbatos, I-- nngh... I'm--" Before you can finish your sentence, he fingered you deeper, coating his fingers in your moist juices.
"Cum for me, my sweet little lamb."
His praise drove you to the edge, and you clench hard around his cock as you cum on his fingers, your eyes rolling back as nothing but ecstasy runs through you.
Barbatos came shortly after, shooting ropes of cum inside you, pounding his hips. Devilish growls and groans left the butler as he emptied himself inside you, helping you get down from your high as well.
He pulled out carefully, but held you close. You both were panting on the bed, as "Good job, darling.... you did so good." He praised, littering your neck and shoulder with kisses.
"You did too, Barbatos... thank you.." You take a breath, feeling wonderful.
"So, would you like some aftercare, or do you want to prepare for round two?"
No Good Deed Goes Unpunished. (Yandere Greaser Sanemi x Reader)
{TW: Set in 1950′s, Non-con, Fellatio, violence, implied stalking, trauma, smoking, bullying}
Sanemi is a rough and tough greaser in the small town you live in. Your just a girl trying to graduate high school without being noticed noticed by the usual high school cliques. That all changes when you help him out on a whim.
Watch what happens when you help the most dangerous greaser in town.
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“Go on, beautiful. you can take me deeper.”
I felt the corner of my eyes sting with tears as he shoved his phallus down my esophagus. I feel him hit the back of my throat which causes my gag reflex to react. He grabs me by the back of my hair to hold me in place. I struggle to breathe and I start to hyperventilate. “SHH! Stop! You can do this, baby, just breathe through your nose.” He snarled.
I did as he commanded. I breathe through my nostrils, keeping my eyes closed as he groaned at the sensation I was unwillingly giving to him as he slid his dick further into my mouth “Hey, eyes open baby or this is gonna hurt and I’ll still enjoy it. Whether you’re in pain or pleasure makes no difference to me.” He growled.
So began the 5’10ft man’s pursuit to reach his climax using my mouth. I was in hell as I looked up at the scared male’s face as he stared down at me with a sadistic smirk. He thrust his phallus in and out, the only thing I could do was breathe through my nose and hope it ends soon.
He would stick his erection so far down my throat, I could feel his pubic hairs cuddle up against the tip of my nose. “Good girl, just a little more!” He started going faster, grabbing both sides of my head and thrusting his wood into my gob at a high speed, I thought I was going to choke. My tears finally began to fall and my cheeks burned from the humiliation and shame I felt.
“Oh Fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” My throat was raw and my jaw ached and as he fucked my skull with haste, after what seemed like forever, he pulled out and came all over my face. I gasped in shock and exhaustion. I could feel the sticky substance cling onto my skin like glue. I heard him chuckle as he retrieved something from his back.
“Say cheese darling~”
I was too late to stop him. He had pulled out a camera, one of the newest models and snapped a picture of me. I tried to turn away but it was too late. He had already taken a picture of me covered in his seed. “Can’t wait to frame this beauty.” He cackled as the photograph rolled out of the camera.
I burst out crying, covering my face with my hands, not caring if they too got covered in semen. I was too scared and humiliated to do anything else but weep. “Hey now baby, Don’t cry.” I hear him kneel down and force my hands away from my face. “You shouldn’t be crying. You should be happy. Do you know how beautiful you look now?” He pulled out a handkerchief and proceeded to wipe my face clean now.”
“Why….?” I finally whispered out. My voice sounded raspy and dry. He had done a number on my throat. I could barely speak without sounding like I had just lost my voice. “Why would you …..*Sob*…… Do that to me, Sanemi…?”
He didn’t respond. His eyes were half open and held what could be mistaken as a loving gaze. He had a gentle smile and his posture seemed relaxed. Too relaxed. If it had been anyone else in any other situation, I might have been swept off my feet. But no.
Sanemi Shinazugawa leaned in closer to me and placed his lips on top of mine. I instantly felt disgusted and tried to push him away but I was outmatched in strength. He pushed me onto the ground so I was lying on my back, he got on top of me and continued to kiss me.
I could feel his tongue at my lips but I refused to entertain him any longer. He didn’t like that because I heard him growl. He wrapped his hand around my throat and started to squeeze. I gagged and gasped for air. He stares down at me with annoyance and irritation before attaching his lips to mine and sticking his tongue inside my mouth.
I feel his muscle wrestle with mine, the foreign invasion has me flabbergasted. I feel him reach into the furthest corners of my mouth and lick everything he could get. He put one hand on the back of my head to deepen the kiss. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the kiss like it was his last meal on earth while I could only stare back in horror.
When he finally pulled away. He had the face of a maniac painted across his visage. His pupils were dilated and his grin was so wide, I broke out in a sweat thinking he was going to bite me. “From this day forward, you’re my bird. We’ll always be together, just you and me…”
He stroked my face with his index finger, I could only wonder…
How has this happened …..?
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Hello :)
I saw that you are taking requests for Leon Kennedy... If you are willing to write it, I would be happy if you could write Leon Kennedy RE4 x fem reader where she is having her first time with him (the reader has no previous experience in that field) and all is very fluff but smut at the same time. But it is completely fine if you don't want to write it so no pressure....
Have a nice day:)
Trauma Bonded
Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader
A/N: I am going to try! Leon will be trying so hard to contain himself for sure tho… hahahaha. Ashley obviously isn’t here yet, because otherwise I don’t think they could do the do.
Warnings!!: First time, Sex, Tension, Porn with no plot really, praising?
Words: 2725
You were sitting with Leon in a cabin, healing up. You let out a soft groan as you wrap up your arm, which was bleeding a bit.
“Let me help.” Leon says as he walks to you. You look up at him from where you sat on the bed that sat in the middle of the cabin, against the wall. He had his hand out.
“Thanks.” You mumble as you place your arm in his hand and he continues to wrap it, making sure it is covered.
“Need to be careful next time. It might not be just a cut.” He glances up at your face every so often.
“I know.” You sigh. After he finishes he lets your arm go. You rest your hand in your lap and meet his eye.
“There.” He whispers and cups your cheek. You close your eyes and take in his warm touch. You had an attachment to Leon. Maybe it was a trauma bond because you had been with him for the Racoon City incident. Maybe it was because you two genuinely had something. Either way you both had leaned on one another for a lot. You could relate to each other, which was hard to find with what had happened.
You open your eyes, giving him a concerned look. “Are you okay?”
“I am fine. Nothing I wasn’t able to fix.” He answers.
“Alright.” You nod. You push yourself back on the bed and lay down, craving any type of stretch for your body. It ached a bit and considering you were always running from something, you didn’t get a break often.
Leon couldn’t help but admire you as you lay out before him. He wasn’t some big horndog who couldn’t control himself, but he had to admit that he was highly attracted to you and he had thought of you like that before. The thought of you under him, under his touch, it was one that rested in the back of his mind regularly. And made special appearances in the worst times. Like now.
He was standing right in front of you when the thought surfaced, causing his cock to harden in his pants. He backs up from the bed and turns away from you. You open your eyes and look up at him.
“You sure you are alright?” You push yourself to rest on your elbows,
“Yeah. I am good.” He nods quickly, trying to push the thought of you naked underneath him out of his brain. But the more he tried to get rid of it, the more scenarios would pop up.
“Come lay down with me.” You crawl to the pillow and lay your head on it as you rest on your side, looking at him.
“I am alright.” He bites on his bottom lip.
“Please. I need some cuddles right now.” You playfully pout. He glances back at you, your pout always being a weakness. He didn’t want you to know how he felt. How dirty his thoughts were. He knew you had never had sex before. It was a topic of conversation that heightened his dirty thoughts. Imagining that he would be the one to take your virginity. To be the first one to have you in such a way. It plagued his mind.
Leon tried his best to not draw attention to the uncomfortableness of his hard on as he walks to the bed. He climbs on it and lays behind you, arm wrapping over your waist, but trying to keep his hips back from yours. You sigh in content and close your eyes. You always had found comfort in Leon. You trusted him with your life. And maybe it went back to the trauma bond thing but you didn’t care what caused it. You held onto your trust for him like your life depended on it.
Yet when it came down to cuddling, you never felt close enough to him. Especially right now. For some reason it seemed as if he was trying to keep some distance and you didn’t like it. You scoot back, pressing your body tightly against his, earning a gasp from Leon. Immediately you knew why. You could feel the bulge through his pants and against your ass.
You never really realized you had this effect on him. Yet, you’d be lying if you said you never got wet from just being in his presence sometimes. You had talked to him about how you were a virgin. After you and him had formed the bond you have, your virginity was simply because you never wanted to lose it. It’s not like there were never any men who wanted you. But you knew who you wanted to give your virginity to. The only person you could trust.
You both didn’t say anything and the air in the cabin was now thick. All that could be heard was the heavy breathing from the two of you. Leon couldn’t help but close his eyes as he softly inhaled your scent, his nose brushing your shoulder. The feeling of his breath against your skin sent chills along your body. You could feel a wetness gathering in your panties, but not daring to shift no matter how uncomfortable it may have felt. His hand was resting against your lower stomach and you could feel the slight tremble of it.
“Are you nervous?” You finally break the silence.
“No.” He whispers into your neck.
“Why are you trembling?” You question.
“I am trying to not do anything I may regret.” His answer causes goosebumps along your body. You riled him up that much?
“Like?”
“Touching you in a way that might be inappropriate.” Each word increased the tension.
“What if I want you to?” You gasp out.
His cock throbbed against his pants at the sound of your offer. “Don’t tempt me.” Your hand slides down and takes his, slowly slipping it into your leggings. A soft growl emits from his throat as he can feel the heat that was in between your legs. You close your eyes, feeling a soft kiss pressed to the skin of your neck and his fingers brushing you over your panties.
“This is a dangerous game, Y/n. I don’t know if I can control myself.” He whispers. He didn’t mean it that he wouldn’t be gentle or patient with her, because he would. He just knew if she gave herself to him, he would also be giving into his dirty thoughts, which he could barely contain as it is.
In response you push your hands past your panties and guide his fingers to your clit, a gasp escaping you at the touch.
“Fuck…” Leon grunts in your ear as he begins to rub circles on your clit. Yeah, you had touched yourself before, but something about it being him made it so much more intense. His fingers dip down a bit, gathering your wetness on them. “Shit, you are so damn wet.” He presses a kiss just under your ear.
“You do this to me…” You whimper.
“I better be the only one.” Something about him being possessive sent a surge of pleasure washing over you.
“You are. You always were.” You had a soft grip on his wrist now as the tips of his fingers just barely dip into you.
“You want your pants off, love?” He whispers. You quickly nod in response and his hand is removed from your cunt as he helps you remove your leggings and panties, kicking them off the bed. He takes your leg and pulls it back to rest over his, spreading you open for him. His hands slip up your sides and push your shirt up. You adjust as you help him to get it off you, your hands reaching back and unclipping the bra that now was your only restriction. As soon as that was off you were back to laying into him as his hand rested just over your lower stomach.
“Look how beautiful.” Leon leaves a kiss on your shoulder. You felt a little nervous now, completely exposed under his stare.
“If I get too excited and it overwhelms you, stop me.” He looks you in the eyes.
“Yes.” You nod.
“Good girl.” He whispers and those two words just made you even more wet. His hand goes back to your cunt and strokes along your entrance for a moment before he very slowly pushes a finger into you. You grip the pillow beneath your head as you whimper. It wasn’t very painful with just one but that changed when he added a second finger into you.
Your walls felt tight around the two fingers inside you as he rubs your clit gently with his thumb. The circles on your clit were making the bit of pain worth it. You had no clue how you would take his dick but you calmed your nerves, remembering this was Leon. And Leon cared about you. You trusted him.
As soon as his fingers began to move in and out of you, the room quickly filled with your whines of pleasure, the pain quickly fading.
“Such a good girl… take my fingers.” His nose drags across your jaw as you gasp out. Your scent was intoxicating to him.
“Leon…” Your whimpers sent a fire through Leon. He was trying so hard to keep from ripping his clothes off and just taking you right now. He wanted to prep you and be gentle. But just the feeling of you clenching on his fingers made his cock twitch. The thought of your tight pussy around his hard cock was almost too much for him.
“Fuck. You are doing so beautifully, baby.” He praises as his fingers push deeper into you causing you to almost close your legs in pleasure but he quickly pushes them back to where they were. “Don’t. I want to watch my fingers fuck you.” He growls. The wetness that built up was heard through your moans of pure pleasure. You were soaked and he loved that. It meant you were ready to take his cock whenever he was ready.
“It's so much…” You were already shaking and he was only using his fingers.
“Do you need me to stop?” He asks, his fingers beginning to slow.
“No, no, no. Please. No. Don’t stop.” You beg. Fuck, seeing how desprate you were for him made him grind against your ass.
“I am going to stop with my fingers. I need to be inside you. Is that okay?” He asks as he removes his fingers from inside you. You quickly nod and he sits up, quickly removing his clothing. You don’t think you had ever seen him move as quickly as he did to undress. You watch him, your hand in between your legs now, stroking at your clit softly. The minute Leon is naked he is in between your legs.
“Look at you like this… touching yourself.” His eyes admire each inch of you. He leans down towards you, his lips capturing yours. You close your eyes as you melt into the kiss. It was slow and passionate. He pulls your legs against his hips, cock gently brushing against your cunt. The moans against his lips and the feeling of your dripping cunt against his dick was so much. He was still fighting the urge to just slam into you. But he didn’t want to make it hurt more than he knew it would.
“I am going to put my dick inside you. Tell me if you want me to stop.” His pulls back from your lips enough to warn you before he takes his cock in his hand and rubs the tip against your entrance. You were still rubbing your clit and he wouldn’t stop you, knowing it may help with the pain. He takes a deep breath before sinking his cock into your tight hole.
The gasp that escapes him was not something he thought he could make. He knew you would be tight but damn. He realized you had stopped rubbing yourself as you whined in pain. He reaches to your clit, pushing your hand aside and rubbing it softly.
“Shit…” He breathes out. He could honestly cum right then and there with how you wrapped around him. You close your eyes, trying to focus on the pleasure from him rubbing your clit. Your legs were shaking from the overwhelming feeling. But not a single part of you wanted him to stop. “I am gonna move. Is that okay?”
“Please.” The word was enough for him to slowly begin to thrust his hips. You let out whimpers as you grip his biceps, nails digging into the skin.
“Is it too much?” He grunts in your ear. You shake your head quicker than you ever had before, opening your eyes and looking up at him.
“Don’t stop.” You whimper and he places his forehead to yours.
“I won’t, love.” He whispers and groans as he thrusts, each one picking up pace and lessening your pain. You slide one of your hands up his bicep and to his face, cupping his flushed cheek.
“You feel so good inside me.” You moan as your thumb strokes over his cheekbone. He leaves a soft peck to your lips. Nothing is said now. All that is heard is panting and moaning from the two of you, the bed creaking a bit with each thrust. You both were just enjoying the other's presence and the feeling of this closeness. His free arm was placed next to my head, holding himself up. You can’t help but feel even more turned on as you see the muscles of his arm flexing out of the corner of your eye.
“Fuck…” He groans, his breath fanning your face.
“Leon.” His name rolls off your tongue in the most lustful way as your moans increasingly get louder with each snap of his hips against yours.
“That’s it, love. Say my name.” A smirk graces his lips as pleasure contorts his face. Your mouth hung open as your eyebrows knit together. “Fuck, look at those faces you make. I can barely hold myself together.” He chuckles through his moans, sending another huge wave of pleasure through your body. Every touch was creating electricity within you and making you tumble closer and closer to the edge of your release.
Your back arches off the bed as you hold eye contact with Leon. Your body was trembling heavily and Leon thought about slowing down on you but fuck… he thought you look so pretty like this. A moaning mess while trembling from him. He couldn’t stop now. He was going to keep ramming into you now until you came undone on his cock.
He moves his head so his lips skim your ear and he nips at it. The little nip was enough to make you gasp as your walls clench slightly down on him.
“Fuck.” He growls, the feeling of your clenching making him struggle to hold onto his orgasm. You let out a heavy exhale that brushes his neck.
“Oh, shit… Leon.” You let out a loud whimper as the pleasure increases with each slap of your skin against his.
“How close are you, love? I don’t know if I can hold on much longer.” He grunts, each of his thrusts becoming slowly erratic.
“I am gonna cum…” You whine as he rubs fast circles on your clit.
“Cum with me baby.” He groans. That was enough to cause my tight walls to clench down on him, legs shuddering. “That’s it… That’s it, honey…” He moans just before stilling inside you and releasing deeply inside of you. The room is now filled with heavy breathing as you both come down. “So good.” He whispers in your ear and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes.
“Thank you.” Your voice was quiet but it was enough for Leon to hear. He presses his face into your neck, arms moving to secure your body to his.
“Don’t thank me, love. I wanted it just as much.” He mumbles, his lips brushing my neck. It all felt right. And regardless of this came from the fact that you may have a trauma bond, you were beyond happy it happened. He was worth everything.
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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Wind Pillar ╝
Premise: A life without the demon corps was just meaningless. Living with a heavy survivor guilt can really eat someone from the inside. That was until a weak light arrived in the most unexpected way possible, breathing life back into his lungs, making him feel needed once more.
Word Count: 5081
Warning: spoilers, the story takes place after the manga’s original timeline.
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Shinazugawa Sanemi was not the wind pillar anymore, he wasn’t Genya’s older brother anymore either. There was nobody left in this world that needed him.
After losing his family and dedicating his youth to demon hunting, losing the corps was the final blow for him.
Why was he the only one left?
He should have died if not with his family back in the day he should at least have died defending his brother’s life, Genya should be the one alive right now, not him.
What is the point of being alive when everything you care for was now gone?
He wasn’t particularly good at anything else besides demon hunting, getting a regular job and settling down was definitely not his style. He walked around the neighborhood he used to live in when his family was still alive, the thought of moving back into his old house crossed his mind, maybe do some renovations, hopefully he could drown in his good memories until time would come to give out his last breath.
But the house was now taken by an unknown family. A lot of people lost it all to demons and the destruction they brought with them, it wasn’t uncommon to see abandoned houses here and there, it made sense the house was deemed abandoned, they did leave to never come back.
He had nothing left, not even his old house.
Starting fresh could be encouraging to others, but for Sanemi it was torture.
None of the dojos he visited needed new instructors, majority of them were terrified by his looks alone, if a bunch of guys hitting each other for no apparent reason didn’t want him there what type of job was he supposed to get? It’s not like he was well mannered and literate like Tomioka or had a support network like Tanjiro. What’s the point of being the second strongest pillar if the demons were now all gone.
Sanemi’s lunch was now being given to stray ducks as he had no appetite whatsoever, feeding them was more productive than remaining in such a depressing head space, that’s when an orange rolled in between his feet. He didn’t think much of it, maybe someone dropped it while shopping, but then another orange came rolling next, and then three, making him look back in confusion.
A lone cart full of oranges was coming full speed down a hill with no one pushing it. He had to do something otherwise the villagers could get hurt, he saw small children playing around the area not long ago. Running towards it he was able to stop it before anything major happened, only a few oranges were lost, and the cart was still in good shape. A young woman came running in his direction panting for her life, “Thank you so much, good sir. My cart, it was so heavy, I lost control of it on my way home.”
Not trusting your current strength, he kept on holding the cart, still thinking of the kids running around and how exhausted you looked. “Were you heading down hill?”
“Not really, I was actually supposed to go up the hill behind us, but the cart was heavier than I expected, and it wouldn’t listen to me, so it rolled backwards.” Sanemi stared at said hill with a worrisome expression, that was no hill, that was a full-sized mountain. You were small, looked frail, pale even, little cuts and scars littering your hands. There was no way you could take the cart up that mountain, and it was not like he had anything else to do.
Somehow you reminded him of his mother and how they always needed to help her move heavy stuff around and reach tall places, wanting to help you came out naturally from his heart. “Lead the way.”
“Eh? It’s ok, don’t worry about me. I can take it!” your blushy surprised looking face caused him to scoff, turning the cart around and walking up the first hill. “Like hell you can. Now shut up and tell me where to go.”
“How can I tell you where to go if I shut up?” you were doing your best not to grin at his constipated looking scowl, but instead of teasing him further you just walked beside him in silence. The climb up to your house was steep, but he didn’t even sweat, before you noticed you were now at the entrance of your property, all over way too fast.
“Thank you, good sir. You can leave the cart there I will unload the oranges.” you ran into a small shed, bringing a cloth to wrap them up and bring them all inside. If the cart was heavy, the load was even worse. You couldn’t even lift them from the ground, causing Sanemi to heave a deep sigh. “Don’t you have a husband to help you? Or someone else like a father or brothers? There’s no way you can take all those fucking oranges inside unless you take one at a time and that would take a stupid amount of time.” He grabbed the load with one hand, swinging it over his shoulder like if it weighted nothing, waiting for you to open the door to your abode.
“I do not. My entire family was devoured by a wild beast while I was being treated in a hospice, far from here. Once I regained my strength back, they were all gone. My brother was the one who did all the heavy work around here, my mother and I would pick up the harvest and take care of the animals.” you had a pretty large farm, it wasn’t well tended now but it had several crops still growing and remains of what it used to be an area for livestock. “So, I do most of the work now that I’m alone.”
He knows how uncomfortable sympathetic comments are, so he doesn’t address the information gained, “Why do you even need so many oranges?” a loud thump could be heard as he set them on the kitchen floor, making the wooden floor tremble at the weight. “I was thinking of using them to make some marmalade and sell it at the markets, growing crops is harder than I thought, and I still need to eat, so had to figure something out.”
It was somewhat comforting for Sanemi hearing about the struggles of someone with a similar background. You both couldn’t protect your family, both had to worry about an uncertain future ahead of you. Both had things the other didn’t, but it felt good knowing he wasn’t the only one out there with similar problems.
“Do you like marmalade? I got some bread earlier, come sit down. Let me make you some tea, I still need to thank you for your kindness.” he nodded looking around for a place to sit down, the climb and the lack of food were starting to get to him, it sounded like a good idea.
He never thought making marmalade could be as complex, he had nothing better to do so he just looked at you from where he was sitting. Your hands were so small you needed both of them to stir the mix in the pot, it was amusing. The focus you were putting into making the treat, the tip of your tongue poking out passed your lips in concentration, it was all very eye catching. He’s always admire people that are good at cooking, always wanted to make delicious ohagi for himself, but he wasn’t the best with his hands unless it required brutish strength.
Once the marmalade was ready, you brought it to the small table in front of him, setting down a loaf of bread, a knife and two cups of steaming green tea.
Sanemi thinks back of the last time he was able to relax this way, sad thing really, he hadn’t ever since his mother left this world. Thinking of having afternoon tea without a worry in the world, it’s been over a decade since he had the luxury to do just that.
“Is it good? Do you like it? If you don’t, I can bring out something else.” the expectant look in your eyes made him contemplate what was in his mouth. It was sweet and very refreshing, he’s never had orange marmalade before so he couldn’t really compare it to any other, but he definitely didn’t hate it and wouldn’t mind eating some more. “It’s good, I’m sure it will sell well.” happy with his reply, you tried a bit yourself making mental notes of how to improve it even more.
Teacups were empty, plates clean, it was time for Sanemi to go back to wonder around town, maybe even try to find that one inn he heard about the day before. As he was getting up from his seat heavy rain came pouring down, a loud thunder making you jump. “When it rains this bad around here it takes a while for it to go away; would you like to stay for dinner? Um…sir?”
“Shinazugawa. Shinazugawa Sanemi.”
“Would you like to stay for dinner, Shinazugawa-san? I’m (Y/N) by the way.” he was starting to worry for your well being, you were deliberately letting an unknown man into your house and didn’t even know his name, that was not safe, even without demons around. “Tch, not like I have a choice.”
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The rain was just not stopping, dinner was done for, and it was pitch black outside, the mountain’s treacherous paths were not places to wonder around in a stormy night like this one, “Shinazugawa-san, how about you stay for the night? You can stay in my brother’s room; I can even lend you some of his clothing so you can take a bath.”
A bath, it’s been days since he took one of those, an alluring offer indeed, but somehow the way you were taking the situation didn’t sit right in his stomach, rage was now bubbling inside his chest at your disregard for your own safety.
“Are you dumb or what? Do you not see me as a man? Hell, you do know you shouldn’t bring men you don’t know into your house, right? Specially not at night.” his angry outburst made you giggle, closing the front door shut to make a statement. “You sound like my brother, he used to say things like that to my mother. I do know you though, you’re the very kind young man that helped a woman in need without asking anything in return, I even know your name now.”
“So what? Is not like I couldn’t just do something to you now that it’s dark, it’s just the two of us here in the mountain, no one would hear if something was to happen, nobody would come even if you screamed for help like a damn pig. Don’t do stupid things like that even if you think you know someone, you don’t know a fucking thing about me.” he was shouting at this point, his fists shacking. He was really a kind man, all he wanted was for you to understand how evil the world out there could be, to others it could be overwhelming to have a figure like him shouting so angrily at them but you could see he was just worried.
“I won’t do it again, Shinazugawa-san, I promise. Now please come with me, I will show you where the bath is.” your attitude and gentle smile were infuriating. All he could think of was how his sweet mother got beaten down by his own father and the men he would bring home sometimes for drinks. How she could barely defend her children and would always ended up hurt, how she had no chance whatsoever to fight stronger men. You wouldn’t be able to defend yourself either, you needed some sense put in that head of yours before it was too late.
He pinned you against the bathroom wall, one of his muscular thighs going in between your legs, rendering you useless against his grip, he was glaring down at you in a strangely attractive way triggering many things within you, except fear, “See how easy it is for me if I wanted to hurt your ass? Take me seriously dammit, take every man fucking seriously, you can’t trust someone you don’t know so easily, it will get you killed.” he let go off your wrists roughly, wanting you to learn your lesson, but one of your hands reached for his, “You have a blister. Let me bring a bandage so we can clean it, it was probably the cart, it tends to do that.”
“No, stop. Why are you acting this way? Are you out of your mind? I could have assaulted you just now, open your eyes woman!”
“But you didn’t. You had more than one chance to do as you pleased with me, but you didn’t. Instead, you ate my food, laughed at my jokes, helped me when no one else did. You are a kind man Shinazugawa-san, wether you want to accept it or not. I’m not stupid, I wouldn’t invite someone over to my house if it could do me some harm.”
Sanemi was speechless. You didn’t consider him dangerous? He couldn’t even get a decent job because everyone would look at him like the killer he is. If there was someone dangerous out there it was him, he could kill you without even trying, in seconds, painfully, he was the second strongest in a chain of the strongest people humanity had to offer. There was something off with your view of the world.
“Now, stay still, I’m going to clean it.” his hand has never been held that way before, of course he’s had his wounds tended to, he’s always needing some patching up after his many battles, but your touch was different, it was so gentle, he could feel how you were really worried about him, about his tiny blister hurting with your touch, like if he was as frail as you were. “You gotta make sure the wound is properly cleaned before you apply bandages, look at yourself, all those scars…I bet they were all so painful…you need proper care if you don’t want them to get infected or leave traces. You tell me to take care of myself but wouldn’t look in a mirror first.”
Nobody talks to him like that, specially not females. The girls of the butterfly state were always scared of him and just looking their way would make them run away. The only active women in his life were his mother and sisters, he never had time to mess around with girls or to get his wounds properly taken care of, there were demons out there that needed to be killed and that’s all that mattered to him back then.
“Are you seriously not afraid of me?”
You looked up into his eyes, staring at him in disbelief, his tone was a lot tamer now you could hear the honest confusion lacing his words, “Why would I? You look tough, that’s true. But I am nobody to judge others. My brother also had many scars from taking care of the farm, even several of his toes were missing from when he stepped on a saw by accident, you’re not the only one around with a couple of fingers missing in this violent era. People used to say he was scary, all big and full of scars, skin tanned by the long hours of working in the fields, but he was a gentle man, always took great care of me and my mother. You strike me as the same type, you don’t feel like someone who would hurt the weak, you feel more like someone that protects them.”
Sanemi was left speechless once more as you left for him to enjoy his bath, you made sure the water was warm enough from the outside, blowing on the fire constantly until you heard him come out. He’s never been able to relax this much, he knew demons weren’t a threat anymore but that didn’t only mean he was unemployed, he didn’t think of what that meant fully until now. No demons meant less danger, meant being able to take his time to live life, to breathe, to relax. It was a strange feeling, not having to worry about someone bursting the door open and slaughtering the woman outside, but it was a good kind of strange.
He felt awfully relaxed that night and after years of nightmares, he was finally able to sleep peacefully.
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It’s been three days and the rain just wouldn’t stop. Sanemi had helped you covering the crops so they wouldn’t die out in the rain but there was no sign of it stopping any time soon. It was typhoon season, and it was heavily hitting you this year.
Not only did he help with the crops, but the roof also had holes in it which you two didn’t notice until you woke up to a flooded floor, so he repaired it. Your front door wasn’t safe enough for his liking, so he used his extra time to take care of that as well. He didn’t even notice time was moving this fast and days had gone by. It wasn’t as bad having something to do, keep your mind busy and your body active, regular people life wasn’t as boring and dreadful as he originally thought it was.
There was so much to do around the house that he wondered how you’ve managed to live up here in the mountain by yourself all this time. He got to learn you’ve been living here all alone for a couple of years and you have been doing all you can to not let the farm fall, your determination was admirable and made him question his own future.
“Shinazugawa-san, I enjoy thoroughly having you here, but isn’t your family going to worry? It’s kind of been a while now.” the back of his neck was strangely hot, your comment taking him off guard. He enjoyed the simplicity of the last few days comparing it to the rest of his life, he’s never been able to just sit down and listen to the rain fall on the roof sipping on a hot cup of tea, but he didn’t know you were enjoying it just as much.
“I don’t have a family. They also got killed by a wild beast long time ago, the only brother I had left passed this year, so no, nobody is going to worry about me not returning home, I don’t even have a home.” the stoic look on his face while he was retailing his life tragedy worried you, it’s something he should feel sad for, but he didn’t look sad, he looked angry, and you could understand that feeling, your family was taken away from you in the very same way.
“I bet your brother looked like you.” he wasn’t expecting that, usually people get uncomfortable with the thought of having to empathize with something they can’t understand and start apologizing, but you did go through the same, you stirred the subject around like he usually does when facing the same situation and he was grateful. “Hm, he had less scars than me, was taller, dark hair. But he did kind of look like me.”
“I bet he was kind too.”
“He was.” you were now pouring more tea in his cup, admiring the heavy rainfall through your window. “My brother didn’t look like me at all, he was way kinder, very smart, had the prettiest face I’ve ever seen with beautiful large eyes.” this made Sanemi look at your face, it was difficult to imagine a big muscly guy that looked anything close to the delicate tiny woman in front of him, but then again, he used to see his mother in Genya all the time. “Sounds a lot like you.” blood was flowing at full speed to your cheeks, decorating your lovely face with tinges of reds.
“Sometimes I wish I was the one the beast ate instead of my brother, the farm needs him, he was so good with animals and with the people at the market too, everyone loved him, he was the best of the two of us, it’s a shame really.”
Sanemi was lost in your face, the way your eyes watered at the memory of your brother, the way a soft defeated smile crept on your face signalizing guilt, he felt understood in a very deep level, strangely. “Same. I did all I could to protect my brother, I wanted him to live a normal life, get a wife, have some kids. But he ended up following me around and dying before me anyways. All my efforts were completely useless. I should have died, not him.” his fists were now shaking against the coffee table, veins popping all around his body as a rush of anger and despair rushed through him at the thought of his dying baby brother.
“I’m sure he just wanted to be with his beloved older brother. I used to follow mine around as well, wanted him to teach me how to get milk from the cow and got myself a kick to the face, turns out they get quite stressed if you’re too excited.” the absurdity of it all felt like getting some sort of medication for the illness that consumed his heart, like a serum being injected into his blood stream, cooling his anger down.
“Dumbass.” the sound of your laughter brought new air into the house, a house that is rather quiet all the time was now loud, and it smelled like a proper home.
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After two stormy days more, the sun was finally out. There was a lot of work to do in the fields to fix the damage caused by the storm. Sanemi started working on it as soon as he woke up without even asking you, and it took you both all day, something you thought would take an hour ended up extending throughout the entire day.
He was better at this than he thought he would, you even ended up planting some pumpkin seeds you got from the market a while back upon his suggestion of adding different types off crops. The front of the farm looked like a proper one afterwards bringing a powerful sense of completion to the both of you. It was hard work, but teamwork does really make a difference. And you two made a good team.
The sun was setting, all there was left to do was water the crops and prepare dinner, fresh rice already cooking in a pot inside the house. “Maybe you can grow some berries and do your marmalade using them instead of having to buy oranges, growing orange trees seems like a pain in the ass and there are wild berries in the forest, should be easy to find some and bring them here.” you were giving it serious thought, you’ve never thought about changing the ingredients, you were just replicating the treat your mother used to do for you and your brother when you were little. Being so lost in your head doing ingredient calculations and noting ideas for the recipe, you didn’t see the frog that was comfortably resting on your foot. Once you did though, panic filled your insides, you hated frogs and would always stay as far away as possible from them.
“Shinazugawa-san…there’s…there’s a-“ you looked like you were about to faint so he walked closer to you, spotting the aggressor, “(Y/N) is just a stupid frog, move your foot, it’ll go away on its own.” you shook your head closing your eyes shut, you didn’t want to hurt the poor animal out of your own silly phobia.
Sanemi crouched down to your feet, grabbing the little troublemaker and took it over to the edge of the river near your property. When he came back you were still frozen in place, sweating. “It’s gone now.” You were ridiculous, it was just a tiny frog, you couldn’t even defend yourself against a frog, how were you going to defend yourself against the odds of life. You let out a long-held breath, taking his hands in yours as a token of appreciation, quickly forgetting the hose was in your hand and getting his face completely wet.
“(Y/N)….you little piece of shit….” his face was red, a deep snarl on his face. You threw the hose to the ground and ran for your life, laughing in the process. “I’m so sorry!! Kyaaaaa, how are you this fast!” one step of his was five of yours, he caught up to you in no time and the look on his face was a sight to behold.
He wasn’t angry, his wet hair was sticking onto his face, and he was laughing. He looked way younger this way and it made you feel relived to see he was having as much fun as you did these days. Your hand reached his face, caressing the droplets of water away, a loving smile gracing your lips. He wasn’t sure when things started heading in this direction but he’s never felt that way before and he didn’t hate it.
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There weren’t more excuses for Sanemi to linger around, the rain was gone, the farm cleaned up from the storm, even the marmalade was ready to be sold. He offered to help you with the cart since it was even heavier now that the load had increased.
The idea was for him to take you downtown and then leave and move on with his life, find a job and a place to stay.
But you didn’t even know how to build the display table in the market and then unloading the cart is faster between two people. Then an old lady asked him for three jars of marmalade and by mid afternoon he was still by your side selling your goods.
“Sir, could I convince you and your wife to trade two of your jars for one of my chickens? I don’t have any money left but I would really like to take some home for my kids.” His what- the cloth he was using to clean the table ended up on the floor at her statement, taking him off-guard, you also didn’t say anything to deny it. “What do you think, dear husband? I think it would be a good idea, we could look around and see if we can find her a mate and get eggs from them.” so you were seriously not just going to ignore it but also go along with it-
“Um, yeah. There’s some spare wood in the shed, I could use that to build them a house.” the lady was now handing him the cage with said chicken, waiting anxiously for the last two jars of goodness to be her own.
“You make such a lovely couple; I wish my husband was as understanding and loving as yours. Thank you, my children and I will be forever in your debt, my youngest is celebrating her birthday today, I wanted to bring something special home.” it somehow warmed both of your hearts, you both think of days when you had a large family and how much fun you had eating delicious treats with your siblings, children laughter filling out every corner. “Thank you for your kind words, we’ll take good care of your chicken. I hope you and the children have a lovely evening!” and just like that the marmalade was officially sold out.
“So where do you think we can find Mia’s future husband?” he wasn’t sure how or when you and him became a ‘we’ but he wasn’t mad at how it sounded like and the intentions behind it. “Did you just name the fucking chicken?” he was used to your silly antics by now but it was still very much amusing to him, your quiet giggles confirming he was right. “I saw someone selling some chickens by the entrance, let’s go see if they have one after cleaning up.”
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Time Skip~
It’s been ten years since Sanemi started coming to this market every morning. He still misses the fun days of demon hunting, but mostly he still misses his brother. Life wasn’t as good to Genya as it was to him, and he still felt guilty from living the life he wanted his brother to have.
Having a permanent stall in the market came with a lot of responsibilities and a lot of hard work, but his strength was put to good use by the smartest person he’s ever met.
“How much for the corn?” Sanemi, who was now cleaning the small worktable looked up to tend his first customer of the day. “If you take two you get one fr- Tomioka???” Giyuu was smirking at him from the other side of the table, a knowing look in his eyes. “That apron looks good on you, Shinazugawa.” Leaving the stall behind, he walked over to his old pillar mate, it’s been years since the last time they saw each other.
“Heard your stupid ass went to live with his old master like a sissy lost baby, near Tanjiro and the gang of brats.”
Some things never change.
“Yeah, it’s been a while, we didn’t even know you were still alive.” the conversation got cut short by a child clinging onto Sanemi’s leg, getting Giyuu’s attention. “Father, mother needs your help unloading the milk crates.”
Crouching down to his size, Giyuu stares into the child's eyes, lost in the memories of his lost friends, painful days of loss came right into his heart, “You look just like your uncle.” patting the child on the head, he smiled, the ghosts of his lost comrades shining behind the toddler. “I know, I was named Genma after uncle, but my hair is like this because of mother, the rest have father’s hair.” As if on cue you came out of the back with a baby tied to your back, an older looking boy than the one before him holding a sleeping girl in his arms. “Nemi, the milk!”
“I see you’ve been busy.” Sanemi’s face was red as a beet, making him grumble insults quietly for his child not to hear.
“I’ll do it in a second, come here, I want you to meet an old friend of mine.” this was the first time any of them had addressed the love-hate relationship they had in the past as friendship, but now being older they both agree that’s what it was. “Tomioka, this is my wife (Y/N)”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you…and your four children…” the smirk on his face was so sly nobody would notice it but Sanemi, it made him want to punch his guts like he would do back in the day when they were younger.
“Is that your wife over there, Tomioka-san? I see you also have a little one, take some of our milk, our kids love it!” The child looked just like him, it was an easy guess. You were doing your best to move around with a child on your back and a swell on your stomach, a promise of another youngster arriving soon. The woman behind Giyuu came holding his son and after a long chat and bunch of laughter they promised to go to your place for dinner soon.
Ten years ago Sanemi thought he had lost it all.
And he did.
But he made a silent promise to Genya after meeting you, he would live as long as he could, never waste the opportunity to live his brother gave him, never let his sacrifice be in vain, he would live for the both of them, he would bring life to this world and protect it the way he couldn’t protect his siblings, he would protect his family until his last breath and once that moment comes and he gets to see him again, he will have many stories to share as they embrace eternity together, as family.
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Tagged babes: @doumadono
Masterlist Bonus Chapter
Idk why this concept makes my heart so warm but I’d love to see something where the reader asks Leon to do her makeup for fun and he’s clueless! Like a lil date night activity!
Makeover!
{Leon tries to do your makeup}
Aww this is too cute!! Thank you sm for the request my lovely!! Hope you enjoy!! 💕
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“What’s this one again?” Leon asks, fiddling with the eyeshadow palette, shutting it and closing it over and over again as the magnetic seal clicks with the action.
You’re shocked at how willing he was to say yes to the idea of him giving you a makeover.
“That’s eye shadow,” you tell him, before going over the products one by one as he nods with an enthusiastic smile, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited even if he was utterly clueless about what to do.
You take a seat on your desk chair watching as he takes the foundation, “This one first?” He asks a little unsure of what he’s actually doing, and you giggle as his brows knit together with confusion.
“It’s all you baby, whatever you think goes first” You look up at him with a smile.
“Alright” he smiles, and you watch, feeling a little nervous, as he holds the bottle to your face, the nuzzle pressed against your cheek as he squirts the product on your face, and you gasp at the sudden coldness, giggling as he mumbles a small ‘fuck’
He takes one of the many brushes dabbing it across your face to smooth out the foundation that sits against your skin, he stands back admiring your face with a proud smirk before turning back to the dresser and picking up the eyeshadow pallet he was playing with earlier, and you cringe at the bright neon colours, out of all the pallets he just had to pick that one.
“Don’t be so nervous you’re gonna look so sexy” he chuckles, as he takes one of the smaller brushes dusting it with the bright pink, and your eyes flutter close as he applies the eyeshadow so gently to your eyelids, you barely even feel it, his hand occasionally brushes against your cheek as he continues to use the bright colour.
“I’m not hurting you right?” He asks so softly, and you can feel his breath fanning against your skin.
“No baby you’re alright” you whisper back, eyes still closed as he makes a joke about switching job professions, ‘government agent turned beautician’ and you can’t help the giggle that bubbles out of you.
There’s a comfortable silence that settles between you both, and the only thing you can hear is the soft music that plays from your speaker.
Your eyes open as Leon cups your jaw, “I’m not doing a very good job” he chuckles, admiring your face and he can’t believe you’re still so beautiful even if he's doing a terrible job, he presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth before going back to dresser picking up eyeliner with a confusing look.
He removes the cap, his eyebrows rising with shock, “What is this?” He asks, looking back over at you.
“Eyeliner” you smile, and it only confuses him more.
He study’s the product trying to make a guess on how you use it, “It goes on your eyes?- How do I?” he trails off manoeuvring his hand to try and figure out how to apply it, he stares at the brush tip with a very baffled expression.
You explain it to him, giggling at his horrified look he leans into you with hesitation and it makes you a little nervous, “Just be careful, don’t take my eye out” you tell him and he nods with a nervous chuckle and it definitely doesn’t make you confident.
His hand leans against your cheek, as he ever so gently drags the brush tip along your eyelid and he winces at how messy the line is, “Don’t open your eyes” he whispers as he does the same to your other eye, and it’s considerably worse than the other.
He pulls back laughing at how wobbly the line is, and it definitely doesn’t look the same when you do it, “Am I still pretty?” You smile looking up at him.
“You’re always pretty, the prettiest girl in the world,” he tells with a loving tone, handing you the mirror with a teasing ‘Ta-da’ and he chuckles at the boisterous laugh that erupts from you.
“Woah baby, it's a good attempt” you giggle, studying the awful job he’s done.
Leon looks down at you, how your eyes crinkle with joy and a loving feeling blooms in between his rib cage and it makes his heart flutter with adoration, the sweet sound of your laughter could brighten his day without fail always.
He picks up the makeup wipes taking one out, “Come here pretty angel” he says, wiping away the makeup gently, he knows how to do this part as he thinks back to the times when you were too drunk to do it yourself, and the cool sensation washes you with relief.
He wipes the makeup until your face is completely clean, and his big hands cup either side of your face making you look up at him, “My beautiful girl” he smiles leaning down the press a kiss to your lips.
You smile against him suddenly feeling awfully bashful, “Are you, hungry baby?” he asks, and you watch as he cleans up the space.
“Mhm, you wanna make pizza?” You ask, and he nods putting away the makeup products back to their rightful place before you both make your way to the kitchen.
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