you got no jams

As soon as the words left your mouth, someone came stomping behind.

Thump! Thump!

Satoru stood in front of you, shampoo in his hair, a towel clinging to his waist. A pout found its way on his handsome face, his eyebrows knitted as he frowned at you.

"Get ready with you while you what?"

Shared bliss

SYLUS: I'm here to see you, Your Majesty. For our proposed marriage, of course.

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE — Throne of Eros

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SET 1: SYLUS-1 | XAVIER-1 | ZAYNE-1 | RAFAYEL-1 | CALEB-1

SYLUS: If you agree to stand by my side, my loyalty, my power, and everything else that's mine… It will all be yours.

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE — Throne of Eros

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SET 1: SYLUS-1 | XAVIER-1 | ZAYNE-1 | RAFAYEL-1 | CALEB-1

sukuna taking care of his sick wife. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

you were curled up on the bed, shivering under layers of blankets, your nose all red and your voice hoarse from sneezing. the fire crackled weakly in the corner of the room, but it didn’t seem enough to keep you warm.

sukuna was sitting on a chair beside the bed, a pair of arms crossed—and the other two resting on his knees, fingers tapping lightly—he was watching you.

or better,

he was actually scowling down at you, his crimson eyes boring into you like he could feel every ache and shiver in your body.

“truly, i do not comprehend how one can be so fragile,” he muttered, shifting forward slightly so his upper arms hovered closer to your sides, “i told you, woman, not to walk in the gardens in the middle of the night, yet here you lie, shivering like some helpless child. do you take no heed of my words?”

“i… i just caught a cold,” you croaked, trying to smile despite the ache in your head. “i’ll be fine. i’m not that fragile.”

“you’ll be fine, indeed. but this shall not stand.” he moved closer, two hands tugging blankets snugly around you while the other two cupped a steaming bowl of some thick, herbal concoction that had been sitting on the bedside table. the scent was so strong it almost made you want to throw up.

“drink this. it shall restore what you have foolishly allowed to slip away.”

“you’re… so bossy,” you muttered, attempting to sit up, but he pressed a hand to your shoulder with firm authority, gently pushing you back against the headboard.

“i am your king,” he said, commanding, rising from the chair and kneeling at your side of the bed like a careful guardian, “and you will obey.”

you tried not to giggle at the formal way he spoke, like some grumpy prince of old, but it was impossible. his frown deepened as you snuggled into the blankets again, hiding your face from him.

“okay, my lord,” you whispered, unable to stop a small smile from forming.

sukuna grunted, as if satisfied. one of his upper arms brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead, another gently pressed against your back to keep you warm. you felt the tenderness in his gestures.

“do not speak unless necessary. you must rest.”

you stayed silent, letting him fuss. he propped up your pillows, held the bowl to your lips, guiding it carefully so you could sip despite your protest.

“it tastes terrible,” you muttered, wrinkling your nose.

“yes, i’m aware. it is beneficial, therefore you shall drink. whether it pleases you is irrelevant.”

‘cute,’ you thought.

hours passed. you dozed intermittently and each time you stirred, sukuna was there, brushing stray hairs from your face or subtly shifting your position so you wouldn’t shiver. at one point, you shivered so violently he scooped you up from behind and settled you into his lap, holding you tightly against his chest, tucking your legs around him so no part of you could get cold.

“you are foolish,” he muttered, pressing his cheek to the top of your head. “i have endured a thousand years of battle and bloodshed and yet here i am, undone by a woman who cannot stay warm.”

you laughed softly, snuggling closer. “you really are dramatic.”

“i am dramatic only because it concerns you,” he added, shifting slightly to wrap an extra blanket around both of you and pressing a hand along your arm, caressing you, “now, rest. do not force yourself to rise.”

you blinked up at him, smirking. “you’re so warm.”

“do not make me repeat myself, woman.” his frown deepened and he leaned closer, adjusting your position so your head rested comfortably on his chest, his gaze softening as he watched you. “i told you to rest. now close your running mouth and sleep. i shall still be here when you wake,” he murmured, gently playing with your hair.

there was no malice—only love tangled with his innate grumpiness.

you leaned against him, finally letting yourself relax completely and for a long while, the only sounds in the room were the crackle of the fire and sukuna’s low, protective hums as he held you close.

you had never felt more healthy in your entire life.