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samael held his nose in what appeared to be pure disgust, waving his handkerchief towards soryn, " a shame the cat dragged you in from the nearest landfill. begone. you'll ruin the value of my precious figures. "

...

licks all of his 'precious figurines'.

maren would come sweeping in, wrapping her arms around agatha's waist to pick her up and spin around with her before planting a kiss on her lips, " i'm home, dove. "

" my darling! " delighted giggles leave the small faerie as she's picked up and spun around, immediately throwing her arms around her wife. even as she's set down, she doesn't pull away, gazing lovingly up at maren with a warm smile on her lips. " i'm so happy you're home, maren. you're just in time, too! aurora is almost done with her homework and i'm almost done with dinner. "

a soft giggle leaves agatha and she nods, leaning up once more to kiss her jaw. " go change, dinner will be on the table when you're done. " her loving smile grows and she slips her hand into maren's to give it a gentle squeeze before pulling away and moving back to the stove, humming softly to herself. once dinner was done, agatha dishes everything out and sets the plates down on the table, placing the timer for dessert next to her own plate. as aurora enters the dining room, she greets her with a smile and a kiss to the top of her head before sitting beside her, awaiting maren's return.

maren's lips curled into a fond smile, large hands still firm around her wife's waist, keeping the fae close, " i can tell. it smells wonderful as always, dove, " the blonde leaned down to press another kiss to her lips, holding her cheek in her scarred palm, the pad of her thumb brushing just under agatha's eye, " allow me to go change and wash up properly. the kids were rambunctious today. " the woman sighed.

her students were always rambunctious in a way, but they were near unruly today. and she was exhausted from the day's work. she wished to sit down for a meal with her family and forget about grading papers.

@fiorserpen / con.

oh. oh, no. no, no, no. she didn't expect the actual model in the poster to be standing right here beside her! flustered, the little faerie can't find her voice, much less anything intelligent to say, her mind a completely jumbled mess. she just stands there, clutching the strap of her bag, staring at the woman with wide, surprised eyes. truth be told, the poster doesn't do her justice. she's even more beautiful in person! agatha's gaze flickers back up to the poster, seeing the bottle in the woman's hand. funny, she didn't see that before, but she can in fact smell it now. it's such a sweet, inviting scent.

agatha feels her heart fluttering as she looks at the woman again. is this a dream? is she going to wake up before she manages to get any words out? she swallows, clearly nervous. now she rummages through her bag, pulling out a notepad and a pen, hastily writing something on the first empty page she could find before showing it to the woman. " i was just walking home from work and i saw the poster and i just couldn't help but admire it. you. admire you. " no wonder the woman is a model when she's so breathtakingly beautiful. though, of course looks aren't everything to agatha. she wants to get to know the other as well! she writes more in the notepad before showing it to her.

" are you free at this time? maybe we could get some coffee together? "

@fiorserpen | she tucks her phone back into her bag, her gaze drifting back up to focus on her path home, except she stops, looking up further. agatha feels her heart fluttering against her ribs upon seeing the woman on the large poster on the building across the street. she looks around before making her way across the crosswalk, stopping to stand a few feet away from the poster. oh, she is just beautiful... a dreamy sigh leaves the little faerie, her eyes practically sparkling. she's never been so enamored by a mere image before! / @ misa 👉👈

" oh, wow!! the photos turned out so good!! " misa exclaimed as she ran up to the poster, hands clasped in front of her chest as she gazed up towards her own visage on the perfume ad, " i guess that photographer knew what he was doing~! " she was visibly giddy, pink stained lips curled upward into a wide smile, the gloss shining in the sunlight. she was so focused on admiring the photograph that she didn't notice the other woman until she let out a sigh.

the model was dressed with a hat obscuring most of her hair, and large leopard print sunglasses to conceal her face, but she couldn't stop from identifying herself to the other blonde -- she seemed like she was a fan, after all! and misa's manager always made it a point to be nice to the fans.

" i really liked this photoshoot! i even got to keep the perfume bottle!! " she called out to the woman with a friendly smile, brown eyes peering over the rim of the sunglasses. misa was wearing it currently, the scent overly fruity ( a melon strawberry ) but it wasn't overwhelming to the senses.

medic - murasaki showing up to soryn without her arm lbr (itll grow back but its gonna take a minute)

" i will be there in just a moment! " he calls out towards the door before taking the last tray of baked cookies out of the oven, transferring everything to a cooling rack. soryn sighs and removes his oven mitts (he doesn't need them, but at this point, they're a force of habit even when he isn't around humans that don't know what he is), moving toward the door now. he unlocks and opens it, happy at first to see his dear daughter until he sees one of her arms is missing, his expression quickly changing to one of great worry.

" mura! how— how did this happen?! " soryn hurriedly beckons her inside and heads to the kitchen once more, retrieving a first aid kit from a drawer. " here, sit. let me tend to you. "

" of course we can. i will draw a nice hot bubble bath just for us to enjoy. " they tell her, their features softening. they've got some time between when she gets here and when the cookies are done, so they can get that done now. holding the phone in their hand now, soryn makes their way to the bathroom and turns the faucets, running the water until it gets hot. they plug the drain and pour the bubble bath into the water, humming softly to themself. soryn gets some towels out and sets aside a fresh set of clothes to change into after their bath. something comfortable for their cozy little date!

" absolutely! i think i saw a trailer just for that while i was ordering some things online; it looked pretty interesting. " soryn's smile grows. they finish filling the tub and head back to the kitchen, checking the timer. " i can order something for us to eat, too. anything you want, i will order. though, i could also cook for us. you know i will make anything you want. "

it had been a long, grueling day of shoot after shoot, and then rehearsing her lines for an upcoming anime; to put it bluntly, misa was worn out. her arms and legs were tired, her whole body fell into her mattress the second she got home, arms splayed out. it was boring in her apartment, nothing interesting on tv -- not even the sakura channel was entertaining her today. so, after running her options, she called soryn. god, the way all the aches in her body disappeared when she heard their voice!! it made her heart flutter and her glossy lips turned upward into a large smile.

" um, no way am i passing up cookies and a movie date!! oh my gosh, i'll be right over, babes! " misa practically squealed, kicking her legs excitedly as they put soryn on speaker so they could continue talking, " it's been SUCH a long day. could we take a bath before the movie? misa wants to relax a bit beforehand~ " she cooed as she rummaged through her dresser to find a comfortable, but cute, outfit to wear. and don't mind her slipping into some pink lacy underwear! you never know what might happen, and misa liked to be prepared.

" ooohh~! can we watch that new movie that just came out? i think it was called kotoko! "

when they entered her home, they didn't expect to find her like this. still, something felt off. wrong. something in their gut told them to visit her and check up on her today. was something telling them misa was in trouble? were they just that in tune with her? whatever it was, they were here now and they'd gotten her to bring up the sleeping pills that she swallowed. they just needed her to come to now, cradling her form against their body as they finish dialing for an ambulance.

hearing her voice, soryn's breath hitches and they breathe a sigh of relief. thank the gods. thank the gods. they got enough of the pills out of her system. she was okay. she will be okay. " because you have so much more to live for, my friend. there is always more. " they assure gently, bringing their phone to their ear. " i am going to get you some help, okay? everything will be fine, i promise. " they hold her closer, fingers clutching her shirt, afraid if they let go her life will begin to slip away once more.

once the woman who answered said an ambulance was on the way and it was okay to hang up, their gaze lowers back down to misa. their phone is set aside and their hand comes up to brush her hair from her face. gods, their heart still pounds so harshly against their chest, fear having a vice grip on their rib cage. " i was so terrified you were gone, that i did not get to you fast enough. " soryn exhales shakily, cupping her cheek, thumb gently wiping her tears away. " you ask me why, but i fear my reasons may be wholly selfish. i care about you so much and believe there is still more to your life. you will not always feel this way, misa. the sun will shine again for you. the rain has to dissipate at some point, right? "

when she finally came to, the model couldn't make out her surroundings, her vision blurry and her body numb. she wasn't aware that she had been pulled into her bathroom and made to throw up the several bottles worth of pills she had taken. fair lids were heavy, her head spinning violently as misa tried to remember what happened, vision fading in and out -- she couldn't hear soryn begging for her to stay, the sound of their voice fading into the void that was her subconscious.

that's right... she had reached her breaking point. a year after light's death, on valentine's day, the day meant just for lovers. she wanted desperately to see him again, to be held in his arms again. misa wanted nothing more than to hear his voice. she knows he didn't fully love her in return, but it never made her own feelings falter -- yagami, light was her soulmate. the one she was always meant to be with.

misa, come on, please!! look at me!

in a moment of hopefulness, brown eyes, though still foggy and disoriented, looked towards the face of her savior, and she briefly saw light. oh, light... he had come to greet her at death's door. the blonde mustered up what strength she could in her arm, the movement slow and a little painful as she reached towards soryn's face.

" ... ligh...t... " she called weakly, failing to feel the skin underneath her fingertips, just as the vision of her beloved faded and she was greeted with the face of her dearest friend, " why... " she croaked softly, brown frantic as they scanned the demon's features, tears daring to prick at the edges of her eyes, " ... why..? " why would they save her from her fate?

@fiorserpen / soryn and misa

he definitely wasn't scary, just... okay, maybe a little scary and a lot more intimidating. his confidence doesn't help her, either. agatha never really was good at meeting new people, intimidated by just about everyone around her, but she does her best to suck it up. being out of her comfort zone is for the best anyway, right? especially if she really wants to help people, which she does. " s-sidekick or not, y-you're p-pretty amazing. " agatha's praise continues, a sheepish smile forming on her lips as her gaze averts, wringing her hands a bit now.

her gaze flickers back up to him when he speaks. oh— oh, hero names completely slipped her mind. damn. she was that tired, huh? " y-yes! i'm sorry, i'm still... w-well, getting used to the hero names. " agatha admits with a soft laugh, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment. thank the gods for this mask. " yours is... e-endure, right? i-i recall hearing someone else say it, i-i think. " in regard to sparring, her smile falters slightly. " no, uh, i— i-i d-don't think that'd be a good idea. i usually e-end up training on my own anyway. i-i guess there's n-nothing that'd stop us from training side b-by s-side, though, r-right? " agatha asks, her smile returning.

@fiorserpen | a heavy sigh leaves the hero. finally, it was all over and everything settled down. she rubs her neck, exhausted and ready to go home. slowly trailing after the other pro heroes, it's just her now, or so she thinks. as tired as she is, she doesn't even realize someone is in front of her until she runs right into him: touya. more alert now, agatha backs off and quickly apologizes. " i-i-i'm s-so sorry, please forgive me. i-i wasn't p-paying any attention to— t-to w-where i was going! " oh, he must think she's such a stupid klutz. " y-you're, um, t-touya, right? i n-n-noticed you e-earlier. you're... w-well, really amazing! " a klutz and a fangirl. great. he probably gets that all the time, huh? stupid, stupid, stupid. " i-i'm s-sorry again, i really d-didn't mean to run into you. i'm j-just pretty exhausted after that big fight back there. "

" hey, hey, i ain't that scary, am i? don't worry 'bout it, shit happens, " touya waved her off, rubbing his finger underneath his nose as he chuckled at her comment, " ah, i appreciate that, but don't give me too much credit. just a sidekick, ya know? you weren't half bad yourself, uhh... " he gave an awkward, sideways smile, now rubbing the back of his neck. she was visiting from america to help assist in the villain uprising that was occurring in japan. her abilities were plant based, so he had to be careful to not aim his flames in her direction.

the hero shifted on his feet, feeling his gut twist in mild guilt as her name escaped him. there had been a lot going on between them meeting and the end of the mission; his hand squeezed the back of his neck, a soft sigh escaping him, " gaia, right? your quirk is pretty fuckin' cool, i'd like t'see it in action again sometime. guess we couldn't really spar together, though, huh? "

as misa praises them, their smile grows. " only for you, my dear. " they hear the ruffle of fabric when she starts changing clothes and they reach into the oven to take out the trays of cookies. ah, baked to perfection! soryn sets them in a cooling rack and turns off the oven, hanging their oven mitt back up. the clean up the counters and their phone is nestled back between their ear and shoulder as they clean the dishes they dirtied.

" of course, of course. you know me; i remember such things and i would never order or make something you shouldn't eat too much of. " it does bother them a little that she watches her figure so much, but the modeling industry was rough like that. soryn considers themself fortunate that it's easier for them to keep their body looking the same.

soryn moves toward the front door, unlocking it, petting the top of daisy's head as they head back to the kitchen. " i believe you. i think it would be lovely if we cooked something together. " they agree with a loving smile, looking through their pantry and refrigerator to get some ideas for dinner. " the door is unlocked, by the way. all you have to do is walk in. just do not be surprised if daisy is excited to see you here. " soryn tells her with a soft laugh, telling daisy to stay by the door.

" you're, like, totes the best, sochi~!! " came another squeal as she shimmied into a more casual version of her usual gothic style; a dual colored corset top that was pink and black with ruffles above the breasts, the straps a ruffled black, and a tight black leather skirt atop fishnets, styled complete with her black platforms and a white rabbit bag ( the ears were floppy, the rabbit having red eyes and wearing a charcoal gothic lolita dress ).

" misa's fine with whatever! nothing with too much fat in it, though, misa-misa's manager would kill her if she gained any weight before the next shoot. " watching her figure was definitely the hardest thing she did as a model and actress, but it was part of her job, even if she hated it sometimes. misa wished she could frequently dine on more fatty and sweet foods.

with a delighted hum, misa picked back up her phone, leaning over her vanity to reapply her signature red lipstick before she headed out to soryn's place, " i think it'd be more romantic if we cooked together, sochi~ tasting what we make for each other to make sure it's just right, spoon feeding it to one another~!! " she chimed in a giddy, though soothing tone, a softness flashing into her gaze as she talked about it, " misa may not look like it, but she's a really good cook~! "

" sochi!! " misa exclaimed as she ran up to her significant other, wrapping her arms around his frame, the woman practically jumping, " it took!! we're gonna have a baby, sochi!! " misa's lips, perfectly glossed, were curled into a wide smile.

" oh right!! here-- " she handed soryn the ultrasound results, showcasing the embryo, " they're not too big yet, but misa already loves them so much!! "

soryn's eyes widen. they're... they're really going to have a baby? the IVF really worked? not that it's all that hard to believe, he just assumed it would take a little longer, especially since they were both told, as with any effort to have a child, there was no guarantee it would work. but it really did work. it really worked. they're going to have a baby.

his gaze lowers to the results as she shows them to him, his heart skipping a beat. his thumb gently brushes over the image of the embryo, beginning to smile now. " oh, misa... i love them so much, too. " soryn breathes out, wrapping his arms around her, holding her close and tight. " i feel so happy! " he laughs, picking her up and spinning her around. setting misa down, he cups her face in his hands and peppers her in kisses. " we must celebrate this, yes? i would say champagne is in order, but even i know you can not have that. still, how about dinner? anywhere you want to go, it will be my treat! "

" hey, look at me, okay? stay with me, it's gonna be okay, just stay with me... " toshinori pleaded with her as he held her in his arms. his heart was racing a mile a minute. he was so tired of losing the people he loved, he wasn't going to lose her too.

" the paramedics are on the way, agatha, so please... try to hold out a little longer. i know it's unfair, and you're probably tired but... please... "

it started off just fine. it could hardly even be considered a skirmish, but still, a danger to the public was a danger to the public and the villain must be apprehended. everything was going fine, she and all might had this all taken care of! but it seems there was an opponent they missed, an opponent that took an opportunity and attacked agatha. she had been relaxed and hadn't been paying attention and couldn't react quickly enough and soon enough, she's staring ahead in shock. her mask hides her expression though, and it seems to take all might a second to realize, seeing his gaze flicker down to the blood beginning to pour out from a wound in her stomach, staining her costume a deep crimson.

agatha crumples, but she doesn't feel the ground, instead feeling strong arms cradling her form. her breaths are ragged and strained, her hands trembling as she clutches her wound. " i-i-i can't— i can't h-heal myself. w-why can't i h-heal myself? " she looks up at all might, her eyes wide and frightened. why is her vision so fuzzy? why does his voice sound so far away? why does she feel so tired? this... this isn't the end, right? right? this can't be the end, not when agatha wanted so much more than this, not when she's found love, not when she finally feels happy. this can't be the end!

" toshi, i-i'm s-so afraid. please, i-i d-don't want to die. " she sobs, trying so hard to focus on him, to stay until someone else gets here, but god, it's difficult. she's so tired, she's so afraid. " p-please promise me i-i w-won't die... please. "

" you weren't... you weren't supposed to see me... like this, dove... oh, dove, " maren was cradled in agatha's arms, covered in blood. her white pieces of clothing were stained a deep red from getting wounded by a shotgun, " i'm... so sorry, dove... i dragged you into... " the woman sucked in a large breath, sputtering a bit of blood from her mouth, feeling the fluid roll down to her neck, " into all of this... please, leave me here, and be free of... " emerald green struggled to stay open, maren reaching to weakly cup her wife's cheek, " be free of me, my beautiful dove... "

no... no, how could this happen? how... how could this happen to her, to them? " maren, please, y-you— you c-can't leave me! please, w-we were meant to grow old t-together! " after everything they've been through, this can't be it, right? it... no, no! there has to be more than this! " there h-has to be more, please, my love. y-you— you c-can't j-just die, maren, please! " the faerie sobs, hot tears pouring down her cheeks as she holds her tighter. she brings her hand up to rest over maren's, holding it more firmly against her cheek, moving her head to kiss her palm, smearing maren's blood across her lips.

she sees the life fading from her eyes and her own eyes widen. " n-no, no, no, no! maren! " agatha shakes her beloved, trying to rouse her, to bring her back, but it's futile. she's gone. she... she's gone. her sobs stop for a moment and she stares down at her dead wife. it's like the whole world has come to a sudden stop. her world has stopped. agatha exhales sharply, her chest tightening, her throat burning. a broken sob leaves her, then another. she holds maren's hand tighter and cradles her head against her chest, beginning to wail, mourning her one and only true love.

" i told you to stay in bed, dove. i can make you soup.

" i know what happens when you cook, my love. " she manages a raspy laugh, pulling her blanket tighter around herself as she stirs the pot of canned soup. agatha would've opted for homemade soup, but her energy has been almost totally sapped. " don't worry about me, okay? i'll— " a fit of coughs interrupt her and she braces herself against the counter, coughing into the crook of her elbow. she groans, bringing her hand up to her head. the pounding headache has returned, the kind that makes her brain feel twice as large and her skull twice as small. gods, and she thought her seasonal allergies were rough.

" i just... n-need to sit now. " she sighs, making her cough a bit more. whatever it is that she picked up when she brought maren's lunch to her a few days ago, it's awful. agatha moves into the dining room, lowering herself into a chair, holding her head in her hands. " the soup just needs a f-few more minutes and then i will get b-back into bed, i promise. "

maren had the kitchen table covered with a silken runner, aurora helping with setting the plates and assisting her mother with cooking. god, maren was awful at cooking, but it was her wife's birthday, and she wished to surprise her with not only flowers, (store bought) cake and cat shapes jewelry, but with a large, nice dinner as well.

" happy birthday, my darling thrush. " maren would say with a warm expression on her features. the house smelled of cooked steak. a nice dinner for her most beloved, complemented with her favorite red wine.

she sighs softly when she parks her car, pulling her keys out of the ignition. unlocking the door, she's greeted by the salivating scent of steak and it's almost enough to lead her to the kitchen straight away, but first she hangs up her jacket and bag, placing her keys in the little candy dish by the door. when agatha sees her wife and daughter, she smiles and greets them with a hug and kiss. " oh, you two are always going out of your way for me on my birthday. " her smile grows and she reaches out, tussling aurora's hair. " bet your mama roped you into helping her cook, huh? " the faerie asks with a soft laugh, letting the two lead her into the dining room.

the scent is stronger here and, as if on cue, her stomach rumbles. (it probably doesn't help she forgot to have lunch.) " this all smells so good. " agatha says, sitting when maren pulls a chair out for her. " you two always make my birthdays even better. i love you both so much. " before aurora, before maren, she hardly celebrated at all. her birth, her existence was one she didn't see worthy of celebration, not even a small one. gods, she's come such a long way since then.

they chat about their day between bites of steak and steamed vegetables and sips of wine, recounting how work and school was. it all went well as it usually seems to these days. her features soften as she listens to her wife and daughter talk, enjoying their presence, their company, their voices. what a beautiful life this is. after dinner and before dessert, maren offers her the small but prettily wrapped gift of cat-shaped jewelry. a necklace and earrings to match. " oh, my darling, i love them! " agatha smiles, her eyes sparkling. she puts the necklace on and replaces the earrings she wore throughout the day with the ones maren has gifted her. " they're beautiful on me, i'm sure. " she says with a soft laugh, reaching out to cup maren's face, her thumb gently stroking her cheek. she gazes warmly at her. she wouldn't trade this for anything.

" as always, thank you both for an amazing birthday. "

[ PALM ] toshinori squeezing agatha's titties through her shirt and bra uwu

the dirty kind of teasing. / accepting!

[ PALM ] ― your muse palms my muse’s penis / breasts through their clothes.

secretly, the two decided to stay in for the day. it proved to be a pretty good idea when neither were really needed for anything. they could just spend time with each other and catch up on the time when they couldn't. they spent most of the morning in bed, laying beside each other and simply holding hands and talking. not about any subject matter in particular, just... talking. it felt nice and good and agatha loved every minute of it. eventually they got out of bed and agatha changed out of her pajamas so she could cook a late breakfast for them. scrambled eggs, maple sausage links, toast with butter and strawberry jam with glasses of orange juice on the side. it was very good if she may brag.

they talked more and agatha soon got up to set the dishes in the sink to soak so she could do them a little later. she doesn't hear the chair toshinori sits in creak when he gets up, nor the approaching footsteps. she just feels when he wraps his arms around her, his chest pressing against her back. " what, c-can't stay away from me? " agatha teases, assuming he simply wanted to be near her and hold her but she quickly finds out his intentions are less innocent.

" t-toshi— " she moans his name, arching into his hands as they squeeze her breasts. a shiver runs down her spine, her heart flutters against her ribs. biting her lower lip, he leans back against him, head resting against his chest as she moves slightly to gaze up at him. " here, toshi? d-do you want me here? you— y-you c-can have me. "

" you won't be able to walk straight when i'm done with you, my pretty... pretty dove... "

the dirty kind of teasing. / accepting!

her breath hitches at maren's words, a soft moan leaving her. gods, her wife really knows how to excite her, doesn't she? " only if you promise to carry me around and give me the princess treatment after we're done. " agatha tells her with a smile, gazing up at her as maren hovers over her, her fingers caressing her wife's arm. of course her beloved promises to do so, which is followed by many, many kisses and quite the night of rigorous lovemaking. sure enough, agatha was very sore later. she couldn't even get out of bed to take a bath, her maren had to prepare it for her and carry her into it! even here, relaxing in the tub, her legs feel like they've turned into jelly.

agatha lays back against her wife, holding her hand, bringing it to her lips to press gentle kisses to her knuckles. she closes her eyes, breathing in the scent of lavender hanging in the air from the bath bomb maren had tossed into the hot water. she hums softly in content, laying her head back against her wife's chest as she now holds her hand against her cheek, gently nuzzling her palm. " you always take such good care of me, my love. " agatha murmurs, then giggles softly. " making up for making a mess of me earlier? "