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heeseung keeps a picture of you in his wallet. he doesn’t tell you about it— he keeps it to himself. it’s his little secret, which he cherishes quite deadly. he likes to tell himself, as he admires your beauty in motion, “she doesn’t know that i love her so much that i have a picture of her on me all the time.” you are taken aback when you find out, randomly when you snoop in his wallet to find his credit card.

jay takes you on unplanned dates. it happens more often than not. it always surprises you, however. “princess,” he starts through the phone. “i’ll be there in thirty minutes, i’m taking you out.” it always makes your heart buzz with stress due to the fact that you love to get dolled up, but it’s nothing next to the enthusiasm it makes you feel. he always takes you the the cutest, most prettiest place. he makes sure that every second is worth your smile.

jake writes you cute notes and hide them in random places in the apartment. he does this whenever he is on tour or when he knows it’s going to be a long day away from you. a smile always creeps on your face when you find the sweet piece of paper in your makeup bag in the morning. “you always are so beautiful, my love,” he wrote in a soft and quick handwriting. how can you not be clingy when he comes back to your side?

sunghoon gives you gifts, without warning. his favorite way to do it is coming back home in a hurry, cupping your face before you can greet him properly or notice the little bag in his hands. he makes you both walk to the living room then corners you between the couch and himself. he waits until you are both out of breath to give what he bought to you, nonchalantly putting it on your thighs before diving back in to continue the makeout session. you have to push him off of you to discover what it is.

sunoo buys you flowers every other day. he comes to pick you up from work a lot, and always has a bouquet of flowers in his hands, with a sweet card attached to it. this habit his a remaining memory of the early days of your relationship— when he used to bring you flowers at each date. now, he sends them for no particular reason. not to celebrate anything if it’s not his love for you; he sends them to your work, comes back home with arms full of it.

jungwon doesn’t know how to cook, but he learns how to cook your favorite dish to make you happy. he goes out of his way to ask your family and friends about it. he spends days trying to find the perfect ingredients, the ones who will make your heart burn with joy. it takes a lot of mess in the kitchen and hours of almost breaking down for you to come back home with dinner set on the table; “i don’t know if it has good as you usually like it, but i tried.”

riki updates you about his day through long voice messages. often, his days start way more early than yours. when you get out of slumber, he is already far gone and in the middle of work. there is a fit of google that erupts out of your mouth as soon as you hear your boyfriend’s deep voice through the phone, telling you what he is eating for breakfast before practice. his voice messages are always detailed and always comes in packs.

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tw: explicit content, incest, satoru/reader, satoru/suguru, suguru/reader, codependency, manipulation, toxic relationship dynamics (on all sides)

suguru knew something was going on between satoru and you.

the gojo twins, never far from each other's sides. always the first thing anyone saw when they walked into the room. ethereal beauties, not of this plane, cut from some divine cloth mortals like him couldn't hope to understand.

the connection was obvious, blatant, everyone could tell you were close siblings. but there was something more.

like a shift just in the corner of his vision, disappearing as soon as he focused on it. something in satoru's eyes when he looked at you. something in your voice when you said his name.

he knew it was probably sexual. there was some unhealthy attachment.

but how was he to know, really? who knows what your lives were like growing up. suguru was born a non-sorcerer, to regular parents.

satoru never spoke about his.

you were less cagey (or rather just outright dismissive) but everything he'd heard from you made him feel... ugly.

he likes it. hearing that satoru has no one back there for him. no one close to him but suguru (and you). that he grew up lonely, touch-starved, and with a propensity to cling to the one person close to him like a comfort object.

suguru doesn't quite know how to feel about you. on one hand, he wishes he could have been there with younger satoru. grown with him, embedded his roots deep in his fickle heart.

on the other, who would satoru have even been without you? would he have held himself untouchable, impervious to the entire human condition? would he have let suguru hold him, kiss him? would he have kissed back?

there's a part of him that despises you for being so close to the boy he's so madly in love with. even if satoru was hurting you even more.

it had fallen suspiciously silent when you'd offered suguru a fuck. it had nothing to say in the days afterwards, either, when suguru had fisted his cock to thoughts of satoru, and his mind had slipped between white-haired, blue-eyed beauties with androgynous features and trembling gasps.

satoru fucks him again - a couple times - and suguru calls him gojo while they're fucking, watches his stupid pretty eyes crease in confusion.

he doesn't stay, after. never stays. and he knows why. satoru can't sleep without you. his personal safety blanket.

suguru wonders, with a perverse excitement, if he can get you to fuck him again. the thought makes him throb. he tells himself it's because he thinks it'll hurt satoru.

you certainly seemed to enjoy it. could he get you to stay? you're more tender-hearted than satoru. you probably feel bad about using suguru to hurt him.

how would satoru feel? his precious twin sister, gone from whichever bed you were sharing? his security pillow stolen away? only to find you in the arms of the boy who he thought he had on a leash?

it seems, unfortunately, that he's been beaten to the punch.

satoru had to have left the door cracked on purpose. it's laughably obvious.

deep down, suguru had known something was wrong when satoru specifically asked him to come over.

satoru's never asked for what he wanted. he'd say "i want ice cream", or "burgers sound so good right now" or even just "i'm going to the ramen shop".

satoru gojo doesn't ask. he doesn't make requests. that would imply that he had some concept of being denied.

he would never stoop so low as to actually say he wants to hang out, confess to wanting suguru's company. doesn't say "suguru, come over to my room! i have something to show you ;)"

no, if satoru actually wanted to see him, he'd just text suguru - i'm bored.

he would never subject himself to the indignity of acknowledging he wanted something from someone else. no, the boy-god of jujutsu society would merely blurt out whatever he wanted, and the world would hand him everything on a silver platter.

and so would suguru. if satoru even hinted he wanted his heart, he'd rip it out of his chest, bare all his vulnerable, softest feelings to satoru's tender mercies. just for the chance of reciprocation.

it's not the power of the six eyes, but the vast beauty contained within it, that sparkle and the accompanying grin, satoru's chiming voice in all its insufferable, annoying delight -

suguru is helpless before him.

and by the looks of it, so are you.

you're underneath him. completely bare. satoru towers over you, equally exposed, all sculpted flesh and unearthly beauty.

that's what the both of you are, really. the most attractive people he's ever seen twined up in one another, long lean limbs and fairy white hair.

you could be supermodels. you could be porn stars. a pair of angels making love. divine perfection, perverted and distorted as your brother thrusts his cock inside you.

suguru nearly flinches back when satoru's head flicks up, six eyes searching. locking onto him.

this was intentional. satoru wants him to see this.

he's pumping in and out of you, petting your hair and kissing your forehead and making his little moans while he fucks you so hard and fast that all you make are short, high-pitched whimpers, just loud enough for him to hear.

it sounds almost painful. it might be on purpose.

or maybe it's not. he doesn't know if satoru can even tell, he doesn't look at you at all. he just stares.

stares at him with those blue blue eyes. fierce, feverish. licks his lips, all pretty and pink.

he's felt them on his mouth. on his cock. all over him. satoru's a greedy boy, after all. ravenous.

his cock throbs against his pants.

glancing over, suguru looks at you - an absolute vision. just like before.

he can't tell, could never tell anymore, if it's just your striking resemblance to the beautiful boy he loves, or if he would have wanted you on your own, without meeting satoru.

it makes him hard just like satoru's stare does, the six eyed prodigy of all jujutsu staring at him like he's waiting for a response. it made him hard that you fucked him just to fuck with satoru.

that you felt bad about it, but did it anyways. that you, just like satoru, went all soft and vulnerable and tacky under his touchy hands, a needy thing down to your core.

but unlike satoru, you didn't wear that need like a crown. like being wanted by you was a gift that suguru should be gracious to receive.

you looked at him, those big blue eyes and pretty gojo face painted in timid anxiety, like you were just waiting for him to turn you away and ask for your brother.

it was intoxicating. instead of sharp edges that he'd cut himself touching, you were soft, yielding, bearing his weight and bruising under it without complaint.

suguru doesn't need to follow the gaze of satoru's eyes to know how tight he is in his pants. he takes a step forward - and another -

and he doesn't need permission, either, does he? satoru had told him to come to this room.

one hand on the doorframe, he pulls himself out. it's hard, and nearly purple, springing forward into his command. satoru's eyes go wide, his thrusts fast, sloppy.

he's so hard it hurts. like the little croaks you make when satoru sinks all the way in, so hard and so deep he must be hitting your cervix.

distantly, suguru wonders if you're enjoying it at all. your eyes are winced tight under the force. he can't see satoru touching you down there, either.

his hand is around his cock, stroking it, throbbing, as he strides forward, only a couple steps away from satoru - close enough to touch.

suguru looks at you, and then at him. satoru's finally looking away now, six eyes feverish and darting back and forth between you and him like he can't pick what's turning him on more: fucking his sister or having his best friend jerk off to the sight.

your eyes flutter open, pretty white lashes on your flushed cheeks as you stare up at satoru with tears in your eyes.

desperate for his love as suguru is. closer to him than suguru will ever be. you have his face, his name. he's inside you right now.

and it's written on your face, it hurts. just like suguru, this isn't enough for you.

throb. throb. it's killing him. it's so fucked up, and he's never been more turned on in his entire life. his heart lunches at the sight of you, empathy, longing, accompanied by a heady hunger.

a veritable rush of adrenaline surges at the revelation that he wants you, badly. he wants you and he wants satoru and he wants you both to fuck each other -

it coats his hand, wet, viscous, sticky. he cums watching you, watching satoru.

"satoru," he recognizes your voice. the look on his face when he cums, all rosy-cheeked and bright-eyed.

suguru recognizes that he came... and you hadn't.

satoru murmurs your name, lazy, post-orgasmic. suguru's not sure he even knows.

he collapses on you, all six foot something of his lean form flopping onto your smaller body until you groan in protest and he shifts to the side.

you sigh, and it's a weary noise, air leaving you as you turn your head to the side.

then he's treated to the sight of your shock, your eyes widening, hands darting up to fruitlessly cover your chest as you flush hard - oh, you poor, bashful thing. satoru knew no shame.

so like, and yet so different. suguru takes another step, right next to you now.

satoru looks up at him in slitted, half-open eyes. six eyes accusing, but suguru's spent long hours deep into the night weighing satoru's sins against him, and they number far greater than six.

instead, he looks at you. the darker blue eyes, just the two, blinking up at him wide-eyed and vulnerable like you don't know what to say.

suguru smiles at you.

he holds out his hand, still covered in his own spend. brings it to your lips.

you meet his gaze, silent understanding passing between you.

the warm, wet cavern of your mouth opens up to accept him. tongue running over his fingers. lips closing, sucking.

oh, you know. you know. for all your vulnerability, all your anxiety and shyness and obvious desire to be loved... you know when you want to hurt someone. you even know what to do.

satoru watches it happen half in shock. wordless.

this, suguru thinks, is what he must love you for. the ability to know in an instant what someone wants and why they want it. why you should want it, too.

"there's a good girl," he coos, stepping closer so his cock is level with your face. "clean me up."

there's an arm that lurches forward to wrap around you, but suguru is faster dragging his cock into your mouth.

satoru is half-sat up behind you, clinging to you with both hands, face blanched. mouth dropped open.

the thought strikes suguru that satoru might literally pull you off his cock, and he finds himself getting hard again.

before it can happen, you pull off yourself. licking your lips.

a chuckle. he tucks himself back in, "a show, and a cleanup service? you spoil me, satoru," he says, speaking to him for the first time.

then suguru turns his attention right back to you. grin gleaming.

"you almost made me hard again, you know," he says, leaning in conspiratorially, "you've always been so sweet. my favorite gojo."

that is what satoru objects to, of course.

"fuck off, suguru." he snaps, pulling you back and into his arms.

your face isn't the ravished ingenue from earlier. resentment gleans in your eyes, dissatisfaction - he can hardly blame you. you didn't even get off.

"want me to do it for you?" suguru poses, casually, "that's what you invited me here for, right? to get her off?"

satoru again looks utterly shocked. "what do you mean? i can get her off again if she wants," he yanks his dick up, still wet with your slick, half-mast, and tugs you to face him, "i can go again. you don't need him."

it's a little funny to watch. a laugh bubbles through his chest, and he doesn't feel any particular desire to contain it.

"is that what you think?"

satoru doesn't look at him. he scowls at you. "i said i can go again. tell him off."

because satoru can't ask him to leave. can't ask you if suguru is right. he says what he wants, and the world is handed to him -

"sure, suguru. i wouldn't mind that."

satoru's never seen you like this before.

you're his sister. he's slept with you every single night of your life. every night of his life.

he spent years eating meals, going to classes, even bathing with you right next to him until the maids finally separated you. said it was inappropriate.

you and him were naked together in the womb. that was how your life started, and his. your natural state. they were the ones messing it up.

but he lived with it, as long as he could sneak into your bed to sleep at night.

satoru has seen you sick. he's seen you miserable. he's seen you sad, and rarely, angry. he's seen you happy and excited and in the midst of bliss -

or at least, he thought he had, before he watched suguru bounce you up and down on his cock.

he's sitting on the bed as you straddle him. hands on your hips as he helps you rise up and fall back down. kissing delicately at your neck and murmuring things satoru can't hear into your ears.

there's a pink dusting on your cheeks, and it isn't from him watching.

it's unacceptable, but when he moves him, suguru smacks his hand away, like he's a child reaching into a cookie jar.

"take care of yourself," he says breezily, "like i did. this is for her, now."

the look in suguru's eyes, accusing him of some crime he can't have committed, the way your eyes dart towards him and flick away before he can stare you down -

he's leaking. just a little.

satoru is hard, dripping, and his two favorite people in the world are right in front of him. and neither of you is helping him.

"what the hell," he whines, staring at you like you're some animal in the zoo, "she already came. i'm hard! and i'm the one who invited you!"

"says who," suguru shoots back smoothly. satoru watches him meet your eyes, and you don't turn away from his gaze, "you weren't the only gojo who invited me tonight."

it's a lie, of course. you'd never willingly share satoru - on that, suguru thinks he might agree.

but he also knows, as you do, that it was never up to either of you.

"what?!" satoru, ever the pretty fool, looks at you with raw betrayal, "what the hell?"

the realization sinks in over instants.

seconds that suguru gets to relish being buried inside you, how your walls close around him slick and burning, how it makes him throb.

satoru's hand wanders to his cock, squeezing himself to the thought of you inviting suguru over to watch you fuck him. that you're just as jealous and petty as he is.

he's so fucking handsome, satoru almost can't blame you. long dark hair sweat-slicked, his sharp features tightening as he closes in on his release.

he almost can't blame you for letting suguru make you cum and not him. suguru makes him cum, too, after all, makes him just as hard as you do.

it doesn't stop the sting, teeth grit in envy. he wants to reach out and touch but it doesn't feel right. he doesn't feel welcome for once, wanted, with the two of you all tied up in each other. his guts twist up even as the pleasure burns through them.

it hurts. it hurts so fucking much to watch you moan and gasp, nails digging into suguru's back, but you don't claw at him - you cling for dear life.

he's never heard you make these noises. you never rode him like this.

you've half-forgotten satoru is here.

sure, suguru, you'd said in pure spite and frustration. casual, like how satoru always is.

suguru knew how to make you cum, and he was offering. why not take him up? satoru hadn't asked you before inviting him. hadn't asked you before fucking him, either, because you're his sister, not his girlfriend, even though he sleeps with you every night like you're his fucking security blanket and fucks you all the time -

and suguru's thumb is rubbing over your clit, dragging you to the edge.

he's laying tender kisses on your neck, nipping and sucking while he rolls his hips up into you, helping you as you ride him.

tightness gathers in your core as you clutch at him, stare into those dark violet eyes.

there's anger there, and spite, and so much that you recognize; why doesn't he want me, am i not enough, does he like someone else better.

you want to flinch away, but he just presses his lips to yours and licks carefully into your mouth, like you're something he wants to savor. like you're something he wants at all.

he's so hard inside you. he must want you, or want to fuck you, or maybe just want satoru jealous. you've always been his shadow, just an extension of him, so maybe to suguru this is just like fucking satoru with the added bonus of jealousy.

he throbs again while he kisses, you, while he pulls back and you feel more than hear his whisper, "he's watching," because that's what matters most -

you bite down on his lip, and feel him spill inside you.

"you're so good," suguru's eyes glitter, locked onto you, "feel so good. perfect. tell me i make you feel good, too."

"suguru-"

he grasps your hip with one hand to thrust in at just the right angle, rubbing quick, pressing circles into your clit as the knot in your belly unravels and you whimper, helplessly, in release.

you know in your heart, you know, all his words are falsehoods, but suguru's praise drips over you like honey as he nurses you through your climax. kisses sweet and sticky. eyes on you, pretty, purple, piercing in a way that satoru's have never been.

it makes you feel vulnerable, unguarded. seen.

it's a moment or two, before you hear him over the pounding of your heart, your heavy breaths in the climax.

when you do hear him, you hear what he's saying that has satoru gripping the sheets, his own spent cock in anger.

suguru isn't saying satoru's name, or gojo -

he's saying yours.

[silens-oro]

You Know Where You Are: Part IV (final)

Not all fics have adult content, but this blog is 18+. Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x f!Musician!Reader Angst/Established Relationship Part I | Part II | Part III

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Synopsis: You either let the grief bury you, or you allow someone to pull you out. Word Count: 2,702 Content Warning: PTSD; Trauma; Grief; Mentions of death; Reader is in her 30's A/N: I listened to I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski on repeat while I wrote this, so I'm very sorry in advance. Thank you so much for the love on this series. We've reached the final part to You Know Where You Are and it has been an absolute joy share the journey with you. I may possibly do an epilogue in the near future if enough people want it.

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“You are incredibly tough to track down, you know that?” Jack’s familiar voice grunted as he sat next to you on the park bench you were currently occupying. You were taking a small break to people watch at a park about four blocks away from your townhouse. It as a frequent stop during your daily wanderings, it was just a matter of getting the timing right on if someone would find you or not.

“That usually means someone doesn’t want to be found, Jack.” You continued to watch, not giving him any attention in the hopes that he’d give you space, but this was Jack and he knew how far to push someone before relenting. 

“You know, usually people thank me for saving their life,” Jack threw out to see what he was working with as he leaned forward with his elbows resting on his thighs. It was just after four in the afternoon and he had a few hours before he was scheduled for work. 

“I’m not grateful.” Yikes. Okay, redirect. “Should’ve left me in that truck as a DNR.” 

“Well, I’m going to disagree with you on that one. You held on,”

“Self preservation is a real bastard.”

“You’re telling me.” He tapped his prosthesis on the ground. Jack looked around, taking in their surroundings, and sighed your name. “I’m not here to fight with you or tell you to get your shit together, although I really wish you would.” He said pointedly, “I know why you’re doing it, but you can’t ice everyone out because you don’t want to face it. You can’t ice Robby out. The poor guy is hanging by a thread and the only thing he can worry about is you because you won’t communicate with him.”

“He was supposed to be there, Jack. Right where Leah was.” Oh, no. This wasn’t purely self isolation due to trauma -this was guilt. “I feel sick to my stomach every time I think about it and it is all I can think about.” Jack nodded. 

“You uh, you seeing anyone about this? Talking to anyone? If not, I have a therapist. He’s good.” 

“I’m talking to you.” You chuckled dryly as you shook your head, looking down at the raw cuticles and skin around your fingernails. It had been picked, scabbed over, then picked again. The skin on the back of your hands was scratched pink and you pulled the sleeves of your zip up down to cover them self consciously, but Jack had already seen the damage. 

“I’m not in the realm of qualification that this calls for, kid.” Jack scoffed. “When’s the last time you spoke to Robby?” 

“After I was extubated,” Your cell phone sat at home every time you left your house in the two weeks since you made it home, completely disconnected from the outside world. If someone wanted to reach you, they’d have to hunt you down, -and Jack happened to get lucky this time around. 

“That’s a long time to leave someone hangin’, ya know?” He didn’t want to reprimand you, just kindly point out that maybe the way you were going about things wasn’t the best. “We’ve all been worried about you.” 

“Then maybe he and everyone else should take the hint.” You knew it was mean, ugly, but that was all you felt these days. The kindness you used to run on, the glass half full mindset, was gone. The world was ugly and bitter and darker than it ever was for you, and so you too were ugly and bitter and dark. They were the easiest feelings to wrangle and they didn’t make you think past surface level to something deeper that you didn’t want to dig up.

“You don’t mean that.” Jack said softly.

“No, I do, Jack.” You glared at him. “I just…I want to be left alone. I’m trying to-to maneuver through the pieces of my life and figure out what I’m supposed to be doing or if there’s even a point to any of this anymore.” Jack’s heart clenched. “My entire way of life has been thrown out the fucking window and this is the only way I can deal with it without exploding into a million pieces or biting a fucking bullet.” You started absentmindedly scratching at your hand before you caught yourself by clasping them together. Jack watched it all and kept quiet, letting you get out everything you needed to say. 

“One of my best friends was murdered right in front of me.” Your voice cracked, “I was shot, Leah died trying to help me. Jake was shot helping me.” You shook your head, covering your eyes with the palms of your hands. “The band is done. We haven’t talked, but I don’t think I could ever go out on stage again, much less be near a crowd of people, even if I wanted to. Everything we’ve worked for in the last twenty years is gone. Nick’s gone.” Your voice trembled and something across the park held your attention as you spoke. “I’m on edge every second of every day. If I so much as hear a car door slam, my entire body clenches so hard it feels like my ribs are going to break. My anxiety is through the roof to the point that I’m physically manifesting symptoms,” You held up your hands for him to fully see before hiding them away again in your sleeves. “This is as close to hell as you can get without actually being there.” 

Jack saw your face fully for the first time since you were intubated in your recovery room. Your mouth was set in an agitated frown, your brows pinched together in irritation. Your face was gaunt and dark, heavy circles weighed under your eyes. You looked absolutely miserable and Jack couldn’t blame you -not when he himself went through something similar when he lost his leg. He was fortunate enough that his late wife was there to pull him out of the depths and back into the world of the living, and he’d be damned if you were left to flounder when you had people who loved and cared about you. Jack would do what he could to help you, and help Robby, before you both fell too far. 

PTSD was something Jack was well acquainted with. It was something he worked through, and continued to work through, and he also lost many friends to it who fell through the cracks. 

It was your eyes, though, that worried Jack the most. You should’ve been weaned off of the painkillers after your first week out of the hospital, but your pinpoint pupils were telling a different story as they looked over at him, looking but not actually seeing. You were so much worse than Jack could’ve imagined -you were a shell of who you used to be, and if he didn’t hook you and pull you back on board then this could spiral into something so much worse than it already was. 

“All I do is walk. I walk and walk around the city from sunrise to sunset because if I just rot inside of my house, Robby is all I see. I see his death over and over in every person I saw that night. I see Leah…and Nick. I see people who didn’t even have a chance to make it, but somehow I did. What made me special, Jack?” Your chin dropped to your chest as you tried to stifle the emotions that were coming out. “Nick had a family -a wife and two kids who will never see their father again. Leah hadn’t even started her life yet. I can’t imagine what her family is going through. They died for nothing, Jack. All of them died for nothing while I’m…here.” You shook your head. 

“I wish I had the answer to that. Sometimes it’s just the luck of the draw, I suppose. Some people make it, some don’t. That’s human existence.” You nodded, half listening. “You sleeping at all?” Another shrug from you. 

“I have to medicate myself to get the few hours of sleep I’m able to, and the nightmares worm their way in when it starts to wear off, so I get up and walk some more until I’m so tired that I just pass out on the couch for an hour or two. Had I known this is what was waiting for me, I wouldn’t have let them throw me in the back of that truck to begin with. This isn’t a life, Jack. This is just existing.”

“Sometimes existing is the best we can do, but it isn’t forever. Healing takes time, and the mental wounds are oftentimes the hardest burden to carry, but that doesn’t mean you have to do it alone.” You looked over to Jack.

“I’m scared of what he’s going to see if I let him in.”

All things considered, had you been thinking clearly, you would’ve known Jack would talk to Robby after your conversation in the park. It just never occurred to you that Robby would be waiting for you when your feet finally brought you back home just after sunset. The way your heart pounded in your chest when you stopped a few houses down nearly made you turn around and head in the opposite direction. 

Robby hadn’t seen you yet. There was time to leave and circle back once he’d been sitting out there long enough to call it quits when you didn’t show up. It was tempting, but ultimately it wasn’t fair to Robby. You weren’t punishing him, not on purpose. He didn’t do anything wrong but that didn’t mean you wanted him or anyone else around you. Not while you were like this. 

With those thoughts in the forefront of your mind, you stepped forward into his periphery, ready to turn him away. 

Robby’s head snapped up from where he was looking down on his phone, and he stood up quickly. He was dressed in his work clothes -cargo pants, black scrub top, and his hospital zip up a little disheveled after working his 12 hour shift. His backpack was sitting on the stoop and he met you at the bottom of the stairs. Robby breathed your name, looking you up and down, taking every bit of you in like he couldn’t believe you were standing before him.

“Go home, Mike.” You shuffled past him and up the stairs. Robby followed quickly behind you, picking up his bag and tailing you up the stairs -his long legs taking them two at a time to keep up with you. 

“I came to see you. You don’t answer calls or texts, you don’t-” You stopped mid-step and turned back to look down at him from your vantage point. He caught himself on the railing so he didn’t bump into you.

“I know.” Robby placed his hand on your arm to stop you from turning back around. 

“I’m tired, exhausted.” Robby’s voice cracked. His dark eyes were glassy and bloodshot, full of every emotion he harbored. “My tank is empty -has been for over a month, running on fumes I don’t even have and still I have to keep giving. I don’t have a choice.” His voice was growing thick with emotion and you wanted to flee to the safety of your unit, where you could lock yourself behind a door to deal with your own demons. At least they were familiar. “I’ve stopped by here every morning, every single morning since I found out you left the hospital and every night I walk by in the hopes of seeing a glimpse of you in the window. I’ve tried to contact you in every way possible until I realized that whatever I had, you didn’t want and now I don’t know if you ever did.” You felt your right eye twitch. 

“Go home, Robby.” Not Mike -Robby. Your voice shook, holding itself on the edge of a blade. “Go home.” You whispered, begging him to leave you in peace, but he didn’t. He took another step up, coming up to eye level with you and held you there with the intensity of his eye contact. 

“Not until we hash this out.” You shook your head, pulling away from him.

“I’m not talking about this,”

“Yes we are.” The assertiveness in his voice held no room for argument. “I’ve given you space, I’ve given you time, and now we’re doing this my way because you’re not the only one who’s living in absolute agony because of this, goddamn it!” Robby never raised his voice at you in the nearly three years you were together, not one single time. His tone cemented your feet to the concrete stairs, eyes wide and system shocked. 

“You never gave me a chance -not a single fucking chance after you woke up. Do you know what my day was like, how many people died in the ED before PittFest? Kids, teens, the elderly? It was just hit after devastating hit, on top of knowing I disappointed you, and then you pulled up in that fucking truck with Jake and Leah and I thanked God you had a pulse because if you didn’t…” He shook his head, “That would’ve been the end for me.” Robby’s words sat heavy between you. “Never in my wildest fucking dreams did I ever think I’d be mourning you while you were still alive.” Robby made sure you saw the devastation in his eyes and heard the raw hurt in his voice. “You could’ve told me you hated me -at least that would’ve been a reason to do what you did. I could’ve accepted that. I could’ve learned to live with that. At least I would’ve known, you know?”

“Why would I hate you?” Your voice was so small, just above a whisper. Tears were welled in your eyes, yet to fall. The question was stupid because why wouldn’t he think that you hated him? All you did was push and push and push without giving a single reason why, but you didn’t push him away for anything he did. This was purely on you. 

“Because I failed so many people that night,” He admitted, a half sob escaping his lips as he tried to hold himself together. “I froze when we wheeled you into the trauma bay. I’ve been working in trauma for twenty-five years and I fucking froze. And if I didn’t, if Jack had taken Leah’s gurney instead of yours I know I would’ve lost you-”

“Stop,” You inhaled deep breaths to stop the wall you had built from toppling over. 

“Even when you were in the recovery room, all I saw was the same version of you I saw in the back of that pickup and the blood -all of your blood. All I could think about was that I should’ve been there with you. I should’ve been there and I wasn’t because I couldn’t get out of my own fucking head. It has eaten away at me, day and night, that maybe you wouldn’t have been as worse off as you were and Leah wouldn’t have died because she wouldn’t have been there. It is my fault she was there. It’s my fault that she never made it out of the ED-”

“Stop,” The sob finally broke free, “Please stop,”

“All I wanted to do was hold you, comfort you, love you -to let you know that I was with you every step of your recovery -that we’d do this together. I wanted to physically feel that you were still there, to know that one more person I loved didn’t slip through my hands-”

“Please,” You begged, completely breaking down. 

“Tell me to leave and I’ll go.” Robby’s breathing was staggered as tears streamed down his bearded cheeks. “But I’m so fucking tired.” Without another thought, you stepped down and shoved your face into Robby’s chest, sobs muffled by his sweatshirt. His arms instantly wrapped around you, holding you so tightly that there was no space between you. 

“Don’t go,” You begged, “Please don’t go.” His chest shook beneath you, his face smashed into your hair. “Don’t go.” 

farewell, my friends. if you'd like an epilogue to this, please let me know.

as always, comment & reblog :)

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Hello!!! Please write a reader who is Lilia's adopted daughter. And she brings her boyfriend for the first time to meet him (It can be Leona, Jade, Azul, or anyone else you like) you can also insert the boys reaction, they are her brothers after all.

LEONA, JADE AND AZUL X READER

Where they are formally introduced to Lilia, your father, as your boyfriend

How would Leona, Jade, and Azul react if you brought them home to Lilia, your adoptive father, and Malleus, Silver, and Sebek as your "siblings," to be formally introduced as your boyfriends?

I had fun writing this I was pretty lazy so there are no long descriptions or anything, just a lot of dialogue. I hope you like it <3

“So let me get this straight…” Leona muttered, arms crossed and ears twitching with irritation,

“You’re telling me I’m about to have a formal sit-down with Lilia Vanrouge?”

You smiled, linking your fingers with his as you both approached the moss-covered arch that marked the beginning of Lilia’s garden. Hard to tell in Briar Valley.

“Yes. And be nice. You do know each other, but this time, it’s official.”

Leona huffed.

“Tch. Knew this day would come the moment I kissed you.”

Lilia waited for you on the porch of his quaint forest estate, wearing a deceptively sweet smile that even you knew meant mischief.

“Ah, there you are, little bat! And Leona Kingscholar, too, hmm?” he purred, eyes gleaming as he looked your boyfriend up and down.

Leona greeted him with a curt nod.

“Old man.”

Lilia clapped his hands together.

“Still so charming! You haven't changed a bit since NRC. I take it you're here to steal my daughter away, hmm?”

You elbowed Leona gently, but he only rolled his eyes and said

“Well, someone has to save her from your weird blood popsicle obsession.”

Lilia laughed. That bright, eerie laugh that echoed through the trees

“Fair point. Come in, come in.”

Sebek was the first to react.

“WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?!” he boomed, nearly knocking the table over. “He’s lazy, arrogant, and—AND—HE SLEEPS IN CLASS!”

“Sebek,” Lilia said calmly, sipping tea, “I slept through centuries and still managed to raise a well-mannered daughter, a son and a prince. Your argument is invalid.”

Silver, ever the neutral party, blinked slowly. “I always thought you two would end up together,” he said to you, tilting his head at Leona. “But I imagined someone who… gets up before noon.”

“Silver,” you said dryly, “this is not helping. Besides, you are not the one to talk-”

“Guess I’ve got something none of them have. Charm?”

“Or raw animal magnetism,” Lilia added helpfully.

You facepalmed.

Then Malleus entered the room.

The vibe shifted.

Leona sat up straighter instinctively.

“Ah, the second prince of the Sunset Savanna,” Malleus said, voice smooth but heavy. “We meet again. I understand you’re courting my dear sister?”

Leona narrowed his eyes slightly. “Yeah. Got a problem with that, Horns?”

“No,” Malleus said, and smiled slowly. “But should you break her heart, there might be consequences.”

A tiny bolt of lightning crackled behind him.

Leona blinked.

“…Duly noted.”

When everyone was gone, Lilia pulled you aside as the stars began to glow through the tree canopy.

“You really care about him, don’t you?” he asked softly, eyes not teasing anymore.

You nodded. “He’s… good to me, even when no one’s looking.”

Lilia was quiet for a moment. Then he gave you a fond smile, and gently flicked your forehead like he used to when you were little.

“Then that’s all that matters. But if he ever makes you cry—well, let’s just say I still remember a few curses that make hair fall out permanently.”

You grinned. “Thanks, Dad.”

“Are you sure about this?” Jade asked with a soft smile, his fingers gently brushing over yours as he held your hand. His tone was calm as ever—but you could feel the subtle tension in his grip.

“Of course,” you said, nudging him with your shoulder. “It’s not like you haven’t met them before.”

He chuckled, low and smooth.

“Yes, but this time, I’m no longer ‘just a student.’ I’m the man courting Lilia Vanrouge’s daughter. That… changes things.”

You smirked. “You’re nervous.”

Jade gave you a sidelong glance.

“I’d be a fool not to be.”

Lilia was already waiting at the table, sipping tea, dressed in something deceptively casual (yet enchanted enough to ward off curses, fire, and possibly suitors).

When Jade stepped in behind you, Lilia smiled wide.

Too wide.

“Jaaaade~! What a lovely surprise,” he said, sing-songy. “I didn’t realize we were hosting an eel today.”

Jade bowed slightly, lips curled in that signature polite-but-vaguely-threatening smile.

“Always a pleasure, Mr. Vanrouge. You have a lovely home.”

“Still trying to charm me?” Lilia asked playfully, resting his chin on his hands.

“Not at all. I’m simply being honest,” Jade replied smoothly.

You could feel the tension crackling like static between the two of them. You were about to speak when—

Sebek stomped in, sword at his side.

“WHAT IN THE GREAT NAME OF MALLEUS IS HE DOING HERE?!” he bellowed. “An eel? The brother of that... creature over Octavinelle? You dare present this to Lord Lilia as your consort?!”

You sighed. “Sebek. Calm down.”

Jade gave a small bow.

“I’m honored by your passion, Sir Sebek. I assure you, I’ve treated your "sister" with the utmost respect.”

“DO NOT ‘SEBEK’ ME! I'M ZIGVOLT FOR YOU”

Silver, half-asleep in the chair beside you, cracked an eye open. “...Didn’t he used to sneak mushrooms into Riddle’s tea?”

Jade smiled faintly. “For science.”

Then Malleus appeared. His eyes swept over Jade, calculating.

“You are... the Leech twin,” he said.

“Indeed,” Jade replied with a courteous nod. “And you are the Crown Prince of Briar Valley. A pleasure.”

They stared at each other. For a long, long time.

You held your breath.

Then Malleus gave a slow nod. “Should you break her heart, I will turn the coral into dust.”

Jade smiled, unshaken. “Then I shall simply have to ensure her heart stays whole.”

Once the chaos quieted and Sebek had stopped ranting in the background, Lilia pulled you aside with a sly grin.

“An eel, hmm?” he whispered. “Not the choice I expected, but... interesting.”

You raised a brow. “You hate him?”

Lilia hummed.

“No. He’s clever. I don’t trust him completely... but I do trust your judgment. Just be careful. He smiles like me, and you know how dangerous that can be.”

You grinned. “That’s why I like him.”

Lilia chuckled, fond and nostalgic. “You’re really growing up, little bat.”

Azul stood at the edge of the Vanrouge estate like a gentleman who wasn’t calculating every potential response in his mind. He carried himself as he always did—shoulders straight, coat perfectly tailored, his composure a shield no one dared pierce.

You stood beside him, warm and casual.

He would not embarrass you. He would not lose.

Lilia Vanrouge opened the door, ageless eyes alight with interest.

“Azul,” he said, smile sharp. “What a surprise. And here I thought I’d seen the last of NRC’s little loan shark.”

Azul inclined his head in a perfect bow.

“Good evening, Vanrouge. Thank you for welcoming me into your home. I’ve brought an offering.”

He handed over a bottle of rare merlot aged in abyssal coral—courtesy of the Lounge’s private vault.

Lilia raised a brow. “Careful. Gifts from businessmen often come with strings.”

Azul smiled.

“Only when the recipient is unaware. You, however, are far too old and clever for that.”

A flicker of amusement passed through Lilia’s gaze. “You do know how to flatter.”

“I know how to respect power,” Azul replied evenly. “And your daughter.”

He could feel your hand brush against his coat then—gentle, grounding. He allowed himself the smallest softening of his posture in response. Just enough to be human.

The rest of the family filtered in.

Sebek looked like he might explode.

“THE MERCHANT?! ARE YOU—?! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?! HE'S—HE'S A CROOK!”

Azul tilted his head coolly. “I assure you, all my transactions are legally binding.”

“That's the problem!” Sebek snarled.

Silver, relaxed, offered Azul a subtle nod. “You were always the quiet dangerous type. Honestly, I expected worse.”

Azul’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “How reassuring.”

Then came Malleus.

Azul stiffened—just barely. Enough to signal he knew the weight of this moment.

The air shifted as the he approached, slow and deliberate.

“You’re bold,” Malleus said, voice like rolling thunder. “Bringing intentions into my territory.”

Azul met his eyes. Steady. Calm.

“I didn’t come to posture. Only to be acknowledged.”

“You desire permission?”

Azul smiled thinly. “I already have her heart. Yours is merely… a formality.”

It was a dangerous thing to say. But Azul knew when to gamble.

A beat of silence. Malleus’s gaze narrowed—then moved to you.

“Does he treat you well?”

You nodded. “Better than I ever expected.”

Malleus didn’t look back at Azul. “Then I’ll allow it. For now.”

Later, Lilia poured himself a glass of that merlot, watching Azul with quiet scrutiny.

“You wear your nerves like armor,” he mused.

Azul didn’t flinch. “As one should. Vulnerability is expensive.”

“You love her?”

Azul didn’t hesitate. “I would remake the sea if she asked.”

Lilia tilted his glass toward him.

“Then I suppose I’ll keep my blade sheathed… unless you forget that promise.”

Azul met him, unblinking. “I never forget a deal.”

Lilia grinned. “Good. Because you’ve just made one with me.”

Azul only bowed his head, already planning what future dinners would look like.

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𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞

pairing: hanta sero x (chubby) reader

summary: your best friend has very recently become your boyfriend and he misses you sleeping in his bed.

word count: 1.4k

a/n: i wrote this today but it turned longer and longer until it was over 1k when it was only meant to be like 500 words so whoops, hope you all like it though! everyone is in ua longer because let's be honest... REALISTICALLY they'd all be held back a couple years or retake the years with all the stuff they had to deal with, the league and the war and aftermath / WE ALL KNOW THIS MAN IS A COMPLETE TEASE!! mdni / 18+

a light flashes on the bedside table from a notification from your phone, it jolts you awake just as you start to fall asleep. you groan as you reluctantly check your phone, you didn't expect it to be your boyfriend. ' princesa, i miss you :( come to my room x '

two weeks ago you thought your pining helplessly was just that- helpless. helpless and hopeless. that was until one night, two weeks ago, when you went to fetch your charger after forgetting it in his room.

he was a little stoned and it wasn't the first time you've seen him stoned. but adding your stoned best friend to him seeing you getting rather close to to kirishima recently he's been a bit on edge. on the occasion hanta gets jealous he distances himself away from you for a bit, normally for a few days, so he doesn't say anything rash or anything that could accidentally upset you.

two weeks ago though as you went to fetch your charger he became unusually clingy, normally you're the one that people call clingy but that night it would be considered him.

normally you're the one jumping on him when he comes back from patrol and ramble about the plans you have for the two of you that night. normally you're the one holding onto him while drunk telling him how he's your 'favourite person in the world.' normally it's you who puts a blanket over the two of you and snuggles close to him leaning on his shoulder while watching star wars. normally it's you who link your arm on his while walking together. normally it's you who asks if you can share his drink, drinking from his straw, because the one you brought doesn't taste good and his drink looks nice.

not this time though. it's the other way around.

"hanta... what's wrong?" his arms are wrapped tightly around you and it seems he has no intention of letting you go.

"don't leave me for kirishima," is all he says, he mumbles it and you don't see his face. he lifts his head up to look at you and a look of realisation crosses on his face after a second like he just heard what he said out loud. for someone who was so clingy only thirty seconds ago he quickly makes himself scarce running out his own room. you don't have time to process what he means and the implications, let alone reply.

the following morning a smirk creeps on your face as he enters the room. hanta has always been fairly confident but he remembers what he said and he doesn't really remember what you said afterwards, he never thought he would be nervous around you but he is, he can't help it. your pretty face smirking at him so beautifully. there's other people in the room but you don't take notice as you walk over to him and kiss his cheek shocking him and everyone else around, "i'm not leaving you for anyone hanta."

after that you begin dating. every night since, you've been spending it in his room, it's only a few months until you leave the dorms and you thought you should at least spend a few nights in your room before you leave and start packing everything away.

it's the first night you're not sleeping in his bed and he feels like he's your best friend pining all over again, only this time it's amplified. it's not like he's never had any problems with falling asleep, he does, but it's always been manageable especially now that you started sleeping next to him.

and now with you gone... he has nothing to hold. and he's not even guilty to admit that it's anything but innocent.

he misses the feeling of his hand under your pyjama shirt, groping your breasts and holding onto your supple stomach. he misses the little noises you would make every time he would graze your nipple. he misses trailing the waistband of your pyjama bottoms with his fingertips to tease you, the little whimper and buck of your hips towards his touch is so adorable to him. he misses how your breath would hitch when his hand wraps around your neck, he wouldn't even apply any pressure just leave it there but you would still whine.

now that you're gone he can't hold onto your love handles tightly as he ruts behind, his hard cock rubbing behind you, skin-on-skin. groaning deeply and cumming on you, enjoying the look of his cum on the small of your back or on your ass, knowing that you're going to sleep all night with it on you before washing it off in the morning- it's a dirty realisation that he's discovered.

it's been three hours since you've seen each other and his bed feels so cold without you.

when you hear the ding of your phone, you crawl out of bed and leave to see hanta. quietly tiptoeing out of your room and into his room.

he grins wide when you walk into his room. you smile back sleepily, rubbing your eyes, feeling like you could fall asleep at any moment. "you look as gorgeous as you did a couple hours ago princesa."

you pout, "i was nearly asleep han."

"i'm sorry gorgeous i'll make it up to you tomorrow, i promise, but sleeping together is so much better than sleeping alone."

you hum and shuffle towards him and make your way into the bed. his arm goes to your waist and he moulds himself behind you, pressing his body against you and smiling blissfully. his other large palm roam all over your body, starting to get hard as he feels your plush figure in his hands. his hand goes down to your shorts and almost tickles you, the sensation makes you feel tingly. "hanta." you say, almost like a warning.

"yes, dear?" you can practically hear the cheeky grin on his face.

"don't tease. don't be mean."

"anything you say." he suddenly stops his movement and drapes that arm over your middle too, so both arms are.

your eyebrow furrow. "w-what are you doing?"

"you said not to tease so i'm going to bed."

you whip your head around to look at him, your heads nearly pressing together. "what! no way! you ca- can't just do that. i can't go to sleep now hanta!"

"oh?" he asks, the smug smirk on his face is incredibly attractive.

"of course i can't!"

"why's that princesa?" he asks. his eyes gleam almost like a predator watching their prey.

"because- 'cause you! i can't go to bed after you teasing me like that!"

"i barely touched you though." his arms haven't left their position of draping over your middle and with his finger he starts making circular motions on your skin.

"you know that doesn't matter though. we both know that doesn't matter." you say quietly and your voice turns bashful as you continue speaking, "anything and everything you do makes me feel like this. it's unfair."

"feel like what?" his voice gets lower and you pout at each question knowing that he's teasing you.

"it's not fair that you can make me so needy after touching me for only a matter of seconds! i- i mean it's unfair! i actually am dating the man i love after meeting him at fifteen, it's been years, six years! and- and we're together! of course i'm going to feel like this."

yeah?"

"yes!"

"you told me not to though. and it's getting late, i'm tired y'know." his cock is getting harder and harder with each sentence you speak, sounding needier by the second.

"what?! b-but! i can't go to sleep!"

hanta hums for a second, "alright then. beg for me."

"huh?" your eyes widen.

"beg for me to touch you princesa. beg for me to make you cum." his grin is wide and teasing, it's almost sadist and sends a shiver down your spine and heat rise to your cheeks.

"please hanta." you say softly, it's almost inaudible.

"i think you can do better than that gorgeous."

"i-i- please make me cum hanta. please touch me." your voice is soft still but this time a little louder.

his grin seems to get impossibly wider, "good girl princesa," he kisses your forehead chastely and his hand travels lower down back to your shorts this time slipping under them. as soon as he makes contact with your thighs, you buck your hips slightly, his featherlight touch making you shudder.

at this point you know you're not going to sleep any time soon.

[magical-regical]

King of My Heart

A Leona Kingscholar x gn!Yuu fic

Word count: 2021 words

Today I'm thinking of Leona with a Yuu who he takes home to the Sunset Savannah for the Cloudcalling Festival. He didn't want to, but his sister-in-law really wanted to meet them and he won't say anything against that. Besides, he knows his s/o has also been curious about the rest of his family and the Sunset Savannah ever since their last Cloudcalling Festival so at least it's a win-win for some people.

They emerged from the mirror and were received by Falena and his son.

"Ojii-tan!" Cheka ran and tackled his uncle, almost knocking him over.

"Doesn't a king have more important things to do?" Leona grumbled as he tried to peel his nephew off of him.

"Now, now, I'm sure the kingdom won't collapse if their king breaks away for a minute to welcome his brother. Especially when he's bringing his special someone with him." Falena turned to Yuu, giving them a warm smile, "A pleasure to meet you, Yuu. I am Falena Kingscholar. Leona's older brother, and the crown prince of the Sunset Savannah."

Leona let out a growl, wrapping his arms around their shoulders, "They know who you are. Now let's go, I bet you left Nee-san to handle the affairs while you're out messing around."

As soon as they stepped into the throne room, Falena was met with a lecture from Kifaji about shirking his royal duties. As the crown prince hemmed and hawed, a laugh could be heard from the other side of the room.

Yuu's eyes couldn't help but follow the queen as she descended from her throne, her every movement commanded your full attention and respect. Cheka ran to his mother, who lifted him into her arms.

"It's alright Kifaji. It was a quick matter, just as he promised." She said, giving her husband a kiss on the cheek.

"Welcome home, Leona." she said.

Leona let out a small 'hm' while bowing. Yuu followed his lead.

"Nee-san, this is my partner." he said.

"Ah yes, Yuu, I believe? We've heard a lot about you from Leona's letters. All good things, rest assured. Thank you for taking care of my dear brother-in-law."

"It was no trouble at all. Leona's been a perfect gentleman." Yuu said, their hand wandering to hold his.

Leona's grip on their hand tightened, an action that didn't escape the queen's keen eye.

She smiled, "I'm glad to hear that. I hope you enjoy your stay here. If there's anything else you need please don't hesitate to let me know."

Over the next few days the palace was a whirlwind of activity. Yuu only had about a day or two to enjoy the festivities of the Cloudcalling Festival with their boyfriend before Leona had to go tend to his duties as the leader of the Sunset Warriors.

Falena had decided to make this year's 'guardian lessons' a more hands-on experience by incorporating combat drills and mock battles. A decision Leona was definitely not happy with.

"Fine. I'll put them through training that will really show if they're warriors or just mewling kittens who'd only learned how to use their claws." That's what he'd said before walking away.

Yuu sent silent condolences to all the sunset warriors. Left to their own devices they wandered through the halls of the royal palace, gazing at portraits and miscellaneous memorabilia of past royals until reaching the doors of the royal kitchen.

Dinner service was over yet the chefs were still as busy as ever. The head chef noticed them lingering, "Ah you must be Yuu-sama. Please come in, come in. What can we do for you?"

"I'd like to help everyone do prep work for tomorrow's meals. Would that be alright?"

They paused to gauge everyone else's reaction before continuing,

"All the food I've eaten here has been absolutely delicious and I'd like to learn more about how each dish is made. I have experience working in a professional kitchen (Mostro Lounge) so I promise I won't get in the way. You can kick me out if I do."

The head chef smiled, "No need to be nervous. His highness has told us to give Yuu-sama full access to the kitchen so of course you're allowed to help. I have to warn you though, I can be quite strict."

"Yes chef! Looking forward to working with you, chef!" They said while putting on the apron the head chef had tossed them.

The prep work included chopping vegetables, pre-seasoning some meat, tossing a different kind of meat in a marinade, and, most surprisingly, making dessert. On the dessert menu for lunch tomorrow was baobab ice cream.

Baobab juice was extracted by boiling the fruit and straining the seeds. The juice was then combined with powdered milk and condensed milk and poured into molds before being put in the freezer to chill overnight. The leftover seeds in a sticky syrup made of sugar and a blend of spices that turned it a striking red color, turning them into candies that were enjoyed by people from all walks of life.

A portion of the candy was set aside for the royal family while the rest were packed into small plastic bags and distributed to every chef and servant in attendance.

"Thanks for helping out today, Yuu-sama. If you want to help out again sometimes or have any special requests, feel free to stop by. The doors are as open to you as they are to the royal family."

Yuu thanked the head chef before wishing everyone a good night. They were halfway down the next hallway when they remembered the had planned to ask for some fruit as a small snack for when Leona gets back.

They immediately turned back to the kitchen only to hear a passing conversation amidst the sound of sweeping.

"Yuu-sama is so nice aren't they?"

"They really are! Honestly, I didn't know what to expect when I heard Leona-sama was bringing their partner."

" I know right? I mean, Leona-sama tends to be quite moody. I heard he had another fight with the crown prince a few days ago and now he's taking it out on this year's sunset warriors."

"Oh man seriously? My brother's a sunset warrior. I hope he's doing okay... I'm worried now. I mean, with Leona-sama's unique magic and all..."

"Hey come on. He wouldn't do that... Would he? I mean a guy like that wouldn't be with someone as nice as Yuu-sama unless..."

The sound of sweeping was replaced by the sound of approaching footsteps. The two servants almost crashed into each other when they saw who was standing behind the door.

"Hello!" Yuu's tone was cheerful but their smile didn't quite reach their eyes.

"Yuu-sama! How long have you— I mean, uh, what, what brings you back to the kitchen?" One of the servants said.

"I wanted to see if there was any fruit I could have as a snack."

"O-of course, Yuu-sama. We can help you with that right away. What kind of fruit would you like?"

"Mm... I'm not sure... Do you two know what kind of fruit Leona likes?"

The two servants flinched at the mention of the second prince. They rambled some gibberish until someone placed a hand on each of their shoulders.

"My, my, is that any way for royal chefs to act? You two must be exhausted. Why don't you return to your quarters for tonight? I'll handle things here." The head chef said.

Relief flooded the two servants' faces as they scurried away like a pack of rats.

"My apologies Yuu-sama. I'll be sure to put them through the proper disciplinary actions tomorrow."

Yuu nodded, "Thank you. Now, could I have some apples please?"

The head chef watched silently as they grabbed a knife and started cutting up the fruit.

"Were you angry at them?"

"What makes you say that?"

The head chef chuckled, "Well, I've never seen anyone make bunny apples with such intensity in their eyes."

They sighed, "Fine, I'm a little angry. I mean okay, Leona can be lazy sometimes... most of the time, but he's no slouch! He runs rings around almost everyone at Night Raven. He reads people like books and he can gauge a situation in a second even with his eyes closed. He's a great leader too! Everyone in Savanaclaw would follow him to the ends of the earth and the spelldrive club members trust him with their lives whenever they play a match."

The head chef nodded along as they continued their rant,

"Also, what's with everyone being scared of his unique magic? Do they seriously think he's the kind of guy to use it on a whim? Just because he isn't as cheerful as his brother, it doesn't mean he's a psychopath. No matter how annoyed he gets he never raises a hand against anyone unless they cross a line and even then he'd never turn them to sand."

They let out a frustrated groan, eating a few candies to calm down.

"It seems Leona-sama is very loved." The head chef said.

Yuu felt heat rise up to their cheeks but they didn't look away. "Damn right he is. He's a great prince and the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. There's nowhere in this world that makes me feel as safe as when I'm in his arms."

"That so herbivore?"

A pair of arms wrapped around their shoulders. They look up to find Leona staring back at them, still in his lion garb.

"I was wondering who was chatting it up in the kitchen at this hour. Who would've thought I'd find my partner and the head chef rubbing shoulders?"

His gaze fell on the head chef who was suddenly very interested in the floor tiles.

"You're excused for the night. Get out of here."

"Yes your highness! Thank you!"

"Finally..." he rested his head on Yuu's shoulder, settling into the crook of their neck.

Yuu reached up to stroke his hair, "Long day?"

"Oh you wouldn't believe it. Those idiots were practically foaming at the mouth waiting to punch something after sitting through etiquette class. Fucking amateurs."

"You poor thing." They said, semi-sarcastically, "Here, I cut you some apples."

"Apples? What am I a monkey? And what's with the cutesy shape huh? I'm not a kid."

Despite his grumbling he still opened his mouth when Yuu held a slice to his lips and of course, he finished the entire plate.

"You want some candy too?" They asked once all the apple slices were gone.

"Mmm."

They pretended like they were going to feed him before pulling away at the last second and popping the candy into their own mouth, "Too bad. These are mine."

Leona growled, "You're forgetting something herbivore."

He tilted their chin up and kissed them, prying their mouth open with his tongue. When he pulled away he had successfully stolen the candy.

"You're mine. So what's yours is also mine." He whispered into their ear as he lifted them on to the counter, leaning in for another kiss. "Just like what's mine is yours."

It was the kind of kiss that left them breathless and coming back for more. The kind that leaves one utterly defenseless against the predator hovering in front of them.

The pout on their face when he pulled away was so cute he couldn't resist giving a playful bite to one of their delightfully red cheeks, "Don't give me that look. You knew what you were getting into."

Yuu broke into a giggle, "I do... And I don't regret it."

Now it was their turn to kiss him. They kissed his cheek, his nose, and all over his face, whispering sweet nothings in between each one.

"I love you.

I really, really love you.

My strong, smart, protective boyfriend.

You're really amazing you know?

The king of my heart."

Leona closed his eyes and let out a content sigh as they continued to shower him with affection. His arms settling around their waist and his tail wrapping around their leg. The world seemed to come to a halt. The silence only broken by their voice, and their heartbeat, beating in sync with his. In the midst of the peace fatigue crept up on him, making him let out a yawn.

"Let's go back to our room. Then you can conk out whenever you like." Yuu paused for a second before adding, "After you shower."

"Anything for you, princess." He said, nuzzling their forehead before scooping them up and carrying them out of the kitchen.

Omake

"Wanna get in the shower with me?"

"Only if you promise to behave. It's late and I'm also kind of sleepy."

"Oh you will be after I'm done with you."

"Leona!"

-END- Divider by: @/cafekitsune

[issybee06]

Omg. i love your acc so much. i ADORE ur writing for these thragg fics, they are my LIFEBLOOD through this invincible s4 drought. i need this sm, PLS MAKE MORE!!!! you’re an incredible writer and i hope you have a wonderful day!!! (ps. pls make romantic hcs :)! )

For the good of the empire!

Thragg x reader

Headcanons!

Legs locked around his slutty hips one of us is getting pregnant and my money is on him HAHAHAGAGAGAGSHSAGSEHTREESEHKTF

The hair?! The body?! I'm no better than a man because DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

yes I know he's a bad person but In my world everyone is a pony and they all eat rainbows and poop butterflies lock me away and put me in the fun house I don't care

Thank you everyone for the support🫶🫶🫶

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So, we can go two very different ways.

Human Reader orrrrrr Viltrumite Reader

I give you both!

Human reader!

Human reader meets Thragg through Mark, whether it be because she’s a hero or a close friend, he’s the reason they meet.

And you and Mark are great friends, like glued at the hip but then this 6’10 hottest man alive walks in and you’re like “Mark…is your long lost scary space uncle single?”

He’s like, “…my what…?”

You’re like, “never mind…I’ll ask him.”

Flirting with Thragg, if you’re the one making the first moves, is like nails on a chalkboard. He doesn’t get it, won’t understand you want to up in bones. He just kinda…stares? Questions everything until “oh! You wish to procreate, next time just say that.”

If he’s the one making the first moves, but you’re not interested, oh boy. He’s like a cat, I’m telling you, bringing presents he thinks you would like but really…no, not really.

Shows up at your house, carrying the head of someone or something that he killed, “I brought you…a gift.”

When you don’t like it, he’s angry. Confused. Offended.

He goes to Kregg, Lucan…Mark, asking what human women like. Mark tells his(while praying Thragg doesn’t want to kill him) what you like.

Now, he’s bringing you flowers(an evergreen tree), food you liked, jewelry. You were confused at first, but slowly you two warmed up to eachother.

You guys started dating after he got you a pet. That was it for you.

Whether it’s you or him pursuing first, the first time you guys are going at it is the same.

“D-do you have a condom?”

“…what the fuck is a condom?”

“…”

Your first time is veryyyyy soft, he thinks he might break you, until you’re telling him to fuck you like he means it then he’s smirking and you’re in for a treat.

You gotta, no matter what, explain a lot of earths culture to him.

What to say, how to react(not trying to kill someone for cutting in line at coffee), what to wear because wearing that Viltrumite suit in public was a no no.

You guys go out to eat a lot, you got your arms wrapped around his meaty bicep while he stands there stiffly. You drag him places, he follows reluctantly, but he enjoys you. He flys you to different countries, not because he wants to go, but because he loveessss seeing your eyes light up as he presents a new place to you.

He’s rough around the edges, but he’s good at making you blush and smile.

Superrrrrr bad at dating a first, but once he gets the idea he’s fantastic. It’s his new mission, to make you happy, and Thragg always completes his missions.

If you guys do end up continuing your relationship, he moves in with you. You veto moving to the moon with him as soon as he asked, having sex up there though…👀

He’s like a house husband, he can’t really get a job(he refused actually, saying he was above it) so he stays in your apartment just hanging out.

You guys never really get married…? He thinks you’ve been married since the first time you guys had sex, but like, you don’t? You aren’t his wife you’re his girlfriend, but to him you’re his mate. You’ve gotta explain that to him too.

If and when you guys have kids(he’s gonna be begging you know this) he now has something to do at home. He asked for it, now he’s gotta watch the baby. He never expected to have to raise the kids he begged for, he thought you would, but you are too head strong and said, “nope, you asked for this thing so now you’ve gotta watch it.”

He enjoys you, his little head strong human wife, more so than he actually thought he would. You make him smile, no ones ever been able to do that. You bring enjoyment to his life, nothing bores him. 5000+ years of living and you, his little human, is the highlight of it.

Viltrumite reader!

Very different relationship than human reader.

You two have known each other for a long time, gone on a few missions together and now he’s at that age where he needs a mate.

Now now, not just any mate. You.

You’re the best choice for him, he thinks, you’re strong and capable and you’d be his perfect little mate. He’s hard at the idea that you can easily kick his ass, knowing that all the children you might have would be extremely powerful.

He likes that. Oh, he likes that a lot…

He doesn’t play around it, just goes up to you and basically says, “hey, you and I are gonna be mated.”

And you’re like, “…okay?”

He might do the cat thing with you, giving you dead things as gifts, valuables from his conquests, and you respond with a smile.

You like him like that, covered in blood so fresh that he probably came straight from the battlefield to your house. Makes you feel wanted by him, you are wanted by him.

I’m thinking he’s not the Grand Regent yet, he’s young and popular and pretty and so very proud to have you as his pretty scary mate. Total power couple.

When he becomes Grand Regent, he’s offered move wives and he’s offended.

“I have a mate.”

“M-my lord, you should have a multitude of women at your dispos—“

“I have a mate.”

If he didn’t want you he wouldn’t have chosen you, he would have taken the other women, but he wants you.

He has forever to spend with you, he wanted that and now he has that.

Yes I love him, now look at young Thragg with his fluffy hair.

Ugh, creaming

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Rage

Daemon x wife reader

Summary: What happens when Daemon’s wife explodes in front of everyone?

Author’s note: hello everyone, it has been several months since I wrote such a long text in such a short time. I reread the first time to correct as many mistakes as possible.

Part 2 will come soon

Tag : @avalyaaa @dc-marvel-girl96

N/h is noble house

Not that Y/n refused the idea of marriage, what she refused was to be forced to marry a stranger living on another continent. Having to make a two-month trip by boat to meet an unknown prince, if for some it would have been a fairy tale, for y/n it was the opposite.

It is true that she could not say that Daemon was ugly physically, but his behavior towards her, was lower than some commoners.

Daemon had refused to meet her, preferring to go around the taverns of King’s Landing. When Y/n heard the news of her future husband’s place of debauchery, she confronted the freshly crowned Viserys, but refrained from saying the bottom of her thoughts.

"Rumor say, that my future husband is in a place of debauchery."

"Oh don’t worry, my dear. Daemon is a man, and a man with desires and needs." Viserys' voice showed his amusement. Under the outraged gaze of Y/n and the gaze of Otto Hightower.

Yes, Otto Hightower, the hand of the king who may be trying to do his job and who understood very well the stakes of the future marriage of Y/n and Daemon.

If Y/n hoped that once married, things would work out. Reality caught up with her.

Whenever it would be at the wedding day, when Daemon looked at her with disdain, or the non-existent wedding night, during which, it was a returning guard from the city who, out of pity, confessed to her that the prince was in one of the most famous brothels and insulted her copiously with all possible words. Daemon showed only disdain towards y/n, and in all this, y/n was alone.

Alone, facing a husband who did not want her and a beautiful family that seemed more tolerating than accepting her in the royal family. Between Viserys who always made excuses for Daemon or mocked the situation, pregnant Aemma that have tried to reassure y/n even if deep down, she knowed that Daemon would not change. Rhaenys who on rare visit, did not even seem to see her. Y/n felt alone, if only the mocking came only from that side. The visiting nobles liked to make fun of her clothes, which were not the latest fashion in Westeros, but represented her kingdom. Y/n hated all the nobles, except the Starks, whom she had never met.

In all this hatred, the most came from the "pimbêche". Noble lady's who took themselves superior while they were pitiful and contemptuous.

Oh and Otto Hightower, how can we forget? Otto dreamed of seeing the marriage of Daemon and Y/n explode, that Daemon is stuck in the kingdom of Y/n and that he can never come back to Westeros. Y/n could understand Otto’s hatred of Daemon, but she didn’t give Otto a spanking, preferring not to become a pawn in the gloomy game taking place on Westeros. The Daemon case being more than enough to give her headaches.

Despite the adversity, y/n remained smiling in front of others, keeping a good figure, at home it was polite to smile softly, which she spanked at all times, even when she dreamed of throwing Daemon from the ramparts of King’s Landing, when she looked away was not due to her shyness, oh no, this technique allowed her not to cast dark glances at the many courtiers.

She could not say how, she was able to keep so calm during the years that followed. Rejected by the nobles, forced to stay in the castle, not to meet Daemon in the streets of the city. Alone against all.

5 years, it took 5 long years...

This day haved to be a day of celebration for whatever reason Viserys found good.

In the morning, the servants of Y/ n had helped her to prepare, her dress was made of a gold thread woven self, allowed to be both light and show the richness of its origins. Whether it was her accessories or the style of her hair. Everything reminded her of her home, her family, because here. That was all she had left.

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The atmosphere was heavy, Y/n standing with a glass of wine in her hand, watching the show before her eyes.

Daemon a glass of wine in hand, whispered in the hollow ear of a blushing servant.

Viserys spoking with Lord Corlys, or rather, talked about everything and nothing so, as not to leave Corlys talking of the problems of the kingdom.

Aemma stood beside a very young Rhaenyra, a septa not far from them. Several lords looked at y/n with a mixture of curiosity and contempt. Their wives had gathered in a pack of chatterboxes, barely discreet.

"Did you see her outfit?"

"She must think that Daemon will see her."

"Or a guard..."

"She look like a slut..."

"A wild one..."

"All of them are savages."

That someone insulted her was one thing. Daemon liked to call her "My little wildling" while smiling sneakily and with a mocking voice, but that someone dares to insult her people was the breaking point.

No one could have known which was the quickest, between the glass of wine throwing at Lady Lannister or the scream of Y/n.

"Don’t insult my people, you scoundrel!"

All the people present were silent on the shots, looking in the direction of Y/n, under the shock.

"You think yourself superior to me, my people and even yours when you are just a good snake, only good at to bear children. Children who are not of your husband." Lady Lannister blushed, trying to answer but was prevented. " Oh don’t play the innocent, everyone knows you like to copulate with your husband’s guards."

Y/n pointed finger lady n/h.

"And you. You dare to make fun of my outfits while yours are made fun of by your so-called friends behind your back." One tried to escape. " Don’t move! You think you’re trying to run away?! Oh no, not today. You think yourself so superior when you know nothing about my kingdom, and how dangerous it is for Westeros."

All the nobles were put back in their places, before Y/n moved towards the Targaryen.

"Oh, you think you’re out of reach?" Y/n laughs falsely. "Viserys. King of the trash. You play deaf and blind. Not wanting to listen to the problems of your kingdom. How do you want to reign when you are not even able to put back in place your own brother. I wouldn’t be surprised if your reign ended in war."

Although Daemon did not like someone to attack his brother, he could not be against the facts. When the eyes filled with rage and hatred of y/n landed on him, he was taken with a shiver, his pants begin to seem a little small. So... this was the true nature of his wife.

"And you! Dear husband. You are the worst of all. You are a pig packing in noble fabrics. Unable to consume your own marriage, unable to talk with your own wife! Unable to show an ounce of curiosity! How can you ascend to the throne when you are no better than the most disgusting of the people in this city?!"

And so it was that the beginning, all the worst actions of Daemon were brought to light, indicating that y/n knew everything.

"Today you will behave like the husband who is destined for me." She pointed towards a door leading to the many corridors of the castle. " My chamber. Now."

She did not raise her voice, and under the surprise of all, Daemon began to walk quickly in the direction of command.

[fruitsywriting]

can I request hcs for mark x reader x rex poly relationship?

Yes you may! I love them both so I was excited to write it! I wasn’t quite sure if you wanted it in a way where they both date reader and not each other, or they all date each other so I wrote it in a way where they’re all dating each other! Hope you don’t mind ^^

Mark x Reader X Rex (Poly)

Spoilers for Season 3!

Slightly suggestive topics

All three of you have never been in a polyamorous relationship before so it was a new learning experience for everyone. You were probably the first to get used to it compared to the other two- especially since they were in monogamous relationships beforehand.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sleeping Arrangements:

None of you live together (not yet) so whenever you guys have time, it’s just sleeping at each other’s place. Sleeping with the two of them is a nightmare. Mark has night terror and it leads to him screaming in his sleep and kicking or throwing his arms around. Rex has restless leg syndrome and he’s constantly kicking or moving his legs in his sleep. He doesn’t stay still, often pushing whoever is near him either off the bed, or closer to the other. He also snores as loud as fuck, if you have misophonia… it’s torture to listen to him. you’ll wake up looking like you’ve been through hell the two wake up looking like princesses that had a peaceful sleep.

Mark: “man, my body feels surprisingly rested. I think I only had one nightmare last night”

Rex: “Same! My legs aren’t as tense this morning!”

You: “…”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Protectiveness:

Mark is stronger than you and Rex, but he doesn’t treat you like you’re fragile antiques to be protected…. Most of the time. He does have his moments where if he will have a nightmare, or his teammates may get hurt and he will start acting a little overprotective for that moment. If you’re a hero, you’ll get the same amount of protection as Rex. If you’re a civilian, Mark is going to be more protective over you. This will last for either a few days or a few weeks, depending on the situation. Other than that, neither him or Rex will treat you like you need to be protected like a child.

Rex is not very particularly protective- in the sense of overdoing it. It’s just enough. Whenever Mark gets overprotective though he is quick to call it out and try to shut that shit down. He does not like being coddled.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Family:

Debbie loves you and Rex, welcoming both of you with open arms. She wants you both to feel like family. Oliver could care less honestly, he likes Rex a little more than you because he will play fight with the Rex…. And win.

If you have a good relationship with your family, both Mark and Rex will try their absolute best to make sure your family likes them. Mark is a natural at it, however Rex will overdo it to the point it sounds like he’s full of himself. Oops

If you don’t have a good relationship with your family, that is absolutely okay. They will reassure you that they’re your family now.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Movie Nights:

Because of how often it is that date nights get interrupted, it usually ends up being just casual movie nights. It usually starts with Mark and Rex arguing. Not intense or anything, just back and forth. Rex always wants to pick the movie, but Mark will often fight him on it even if he doesn’t care how much on what movie they will pick. If you have a movie in mind, Mark will intensely fight to watch that movie because he doesn’t want Rex to have his way lol. Rex will grumble and give in.

If Mark has a movie he really wants you two watch with him, he WILL be that person to pause the movie and wait for you guys to stop talking because he is slightly agitated.

Mark: “no, I’ll pause and wait for you guys to stop talking.”

Rex: “Oh my god, Mark”

Mark: “There's an important scene coming up and I swear to go Rex if you ask “what just happened?” Or state “I’m confused” I am going to tape your eyelids open”

You: “Love, we’re sorry, we’ll stop now. Now please start the movie again…”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Love Language:

For Mark, it’s physical affection. He needs one of you to have skin touching him after a long day at work. Safe to say he’s also a fan of PDA. He may rub your arm or press light kisses to your neck, or maybe just rub his face to your neck. With Rex, he will throw himself on his back, sometimes catching the other male off guard.

Rex’s love language is words of affirmation. He gets giddy if he gets a little praise for anything he does, it makes him feel completely like a good boyfriend. In a way, it’s often Acts of Service paired with Words of Affirmation. He does something for either of you and then he wants praise. Does Mark need a shoulder massage? He’ll do it. Do you need help with a task? He’s on it. He likes to act like he is annoyed first before doing anything.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Relationship Insecurities:

Rex is doing a lot better than when he was with Eve when it comes to jealousy- but sometimes it’s still there. He has FOMO, he wants to know everything that is going on when he’s not around. He’s not jealous of you and Mark being alone, it’s more of the fact that he wants to know everything that is going on in both of your lives. It gets on Mark’s nerves sometimes.

Rex: “Oh? Oliver is sick? You didn’t tell me that”

Mark: “Because he just got sick this morning…”

Mark is afraid of being a disappointment. He’s afraid he’s going to be not good enough and maybe he’ll ruin the relationship. It’s not obvious, he doesn’t make it all that known but sometimes a late night talk will get this information out of him.

You: “You can always express this Mark. We’re both here to listen”

Mark: “Thanks, I love you both.”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Kisses:

Mark likes to receive kisses on his jawline. It’s a little ticklish there and he may give a slight shiver and gasp if he gets a kiss there. As for giving kisses, he’s a gentleman and likes to kiss your knuckles. Rex doesn’t like being kissed on the knuckles so Mark will kiss his cheek.

Rex loves to give out earlobe kisses. Mark is ticklish and will squirm away and he will absolutely tease him about it. If you’re ticklish as well, best believe he is not going to exclude you from the teasing as well (or as Mark likes to call it: “harassment”) As for receiving kisses, he likes kisses on his nose. It’s so gentle and affectionate to him.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Habits:

If Mark isn’t going out as Invincible right away he will get up early for a morning jog. He mostly goes by himself but he will invite you and Rex to tag along sometimes. Problem is, he does not look back during the jog and he is leaving you and Rex in the dust I fear 😭 He will be back at his house like, “I didn’t even know when I lost you guys”

Rex has a habit of losing stuff at your guys place. He’ll leave socks, money, notebooks, and once even his ID. He does it a lot yet he immediately will panic and not even think to ask you or Mark if it’s at your place. “Guys I am so fucked I lost my ID. What if I dropped it while-“ You will cut him off and explain you have it on your nightstand and Mark will laugh at him.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sick:

If Mark is sick, which is rarely as he has a great immune system, he is wiped out. He is curled up in bed, sleeping most of the day. Though he will try to get you and Rex to cuddle with him. Rex is a lot more hesitant to do so if Mark has the stomach flu but if not he will. Hopefully you know how to take care of him, because Rex, why he is trying, sucks at figuring out how to take care of someone who is sick. He will forget to give Mark medicine, or to check his temperature again.

Rex is kind of a brat when he is sick. He won’t tell either of you what he wants but will get mad if you can’t read his mind. Then he’ll groan about being bored, then whine a little that he’s miserable. He does want both of you around though. He will talk until he’s exhausted and then want the both of you to talk to each other to fill the quiet. Plus he likes listening to your voices.

Lord help you if you are sick. These two will somehow become dumb and dumber when trying to take care of you- it’s like them trying to be helpful is cancelling the other out. Do you want to be left alone while sick? They will not let you, they will invade your personal space. Mark is constantly checking on you and Rex won’t stop talking to the point you won’t even be able to sleep. If you get sick, it’s best to not tell them and wait until it passes over.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Angst: (spoilers for season 3)

If we are going off canon, the Invincible War was hell. At first, Mark thought it was bad enough that there were variants of him killing and destroying everything- but hearing how Rex sacrificed himself to kill a variant of him broke something inside him. No matter how much you try to comfort him it’s not enough. He will greatly distance himself- to the point it will make you wonder if the two of you are even dating, but he will come back. You’re all he has left now.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Fluff:

Mark and Rex love doing domestic life stuff with you. Doing dishes together may feel like an obnoxious chore, but they will make it fun. Rex will turn on music and dance while Mark hums along. If any of you are in a bad mood he will start playing Kesha or Katy Perry in hopes of cheering you guys up. Mark is mostly a vibe, he goes along with anything and will laugh the whole time.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Smut:

Keeping it not extremely explicit but here’s some fun facts about them in bed.

Mark is VERY vocal. To the point where you might have to put a hand over his mouth. Just loud moans and jumbled up words that immediately come to mind. First time all three of you were together he bit his lip to be “modest” and then on the second round- loudest whines ever came pouring out of him like crazy and it shellshocked both you and Rex at first. Whether Mark is on top or bottom (or both) he WILL be loud about it.

Rex loves thighs. Both you and Mark have lovely thighs and he will leave hickeys on them. He will just put his head between your thighs and stare up at you while licking over his hickey he left. With Mark sometimes he will be a little rougher- wondering if hickeys will even be left on Mark’s skin. (Answer to that is not really. They’re barely visible and fade within an hour or two) So that leads to him sometimes harshly biting on Mark. Mark will let him half the time.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Pet Names/Nicknames:

Rex will call Mark pretty boy or golden boy- depending on his mood. Pretty boy is more flirtatious and golden boy is more in a teasing manner. He tried to use the nickname puppy for Mark but it sounded like a sexual term and Mark quickly shut that down.

Rex will call you babe. Short and simple, and sometimes Mark responds to it too but it’s mostly reserved for you.

Mark uses Hun for you. It’s soft and gentle, just like him, and it carries so much affection.

He will call Rex baby, it started as baby boy but it made Rex too flustered so he shortened it. However he will call both of you “My Love”

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End Note: Hopefully you enjoyed! I liked writing for these two 🫶🏽

[atangledfate]

The blue hero shifted his weight as Belle spoke to him. He couldn't help but remember how they met. How he was so convinced she was just another baddie. Funny how the world works, and how she had become such a staunch ally of his. How he felt like he could trust her with nearly anything. If Belle had any real super power it was this unique personality that people found trustworthy. He didn't know how Surge or Kit looked at her, but he hoped if nothing else they'd come to tolerate her and maybe even call her friend.

Though hearing her shift the conversation to what she'd be doing in private. Well it did make his quills stand on end at the thought of it all. It wasn't that he didn't get it, he very much did. But he was also worried about her, worried what Eggman would do and how he might lose a friend. Yet there was this little glimmer in his mind that she might somehow get through to the man that was tinker, and bring him back as he still believed that he made the right call that day.

" ... Not sure i'd say bad... i ... i get it, if i could see my mom again i'd go to the ends of the earth for that. I know what it's like to lose a parent... and to blame somehow for that lose. "

He sighed softly and rubbed his arm remembering the loss he suffered as a kid, and how he still struggled with that.

" Just... be careful... No matter what the old codger says he's a schemer... honestly i'd feel better if you at least took someone with you... but i trust your judgement. "

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Jewel touched her chin as she to was somewhat concerned about this stranger. She wasn't sure if he was a friend or if there goals simply align in the moment. She wondered just who he was and yet she couldn't dwell on that right now. She had to quell this situation between GUN and Restoration before it exploded into an all out war between both sides. What she knew for sure was that neither of these two men could be trusted. She had to take every promise and request with a grain of salt.

" I can try to contact her though, i can't say if she'll respond. She's still a political figure in her kingdom. She may not even get the message in time... still i'll alert her to the situation. Hacking GUN's little communications block should be easy enough "

The beetle buzzed her wings and fluttered a bit up in the air so she was more eye level with the others. She was the director if anyone could fix this it had to be her correct? She had dealt with gangsters and mob bosses all her life! She was a Bijou after all and she wouldn't be bullied so easily! Delaying this conversation wasn't helping anyone--- it was time to put an end to this crisis!

" Putting this off won't do any of us any good. I think it's time i contact this president myself and have a direct conversation with him. Delaying it won't help any of us... and right now both sides are at a stalemate. He has to know an all out attack on us would be foolish--- So i don't intend to pretend otherwise. "

" I'll call and have a private conversation... i think it will be better if i separate this general from the president. A Private call is likely the best approach. At any rate... wish me luck... and i'll do my best to keep everyone safe! "

"I think them trusting me is a strong word, though they seem to tolerate me more that other's." Belle supposed they had some level of trust, though not much if she was being honest. The tinkerer has had a few casual conversations with them here and there, along with a few secret projects that she had intended to reveal before all THIS happened.

"Though it seems we might have a moment to ourselves so I might as well tell you what I want now." Belle would seem a bit nervous, taking a deep breathe to calm her nerves a bit. "So, um, I've been having lunch with Eggman every few weeks. I know, I know, it sounds bad, though I really feel like there's more to him than he lets on." The tinkerer hoped Sonic wouldn't be mad at her.

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"Hm, that could be concerning, though it seemed this strange helped you so that's the important part." Blaze hoped this individual wasn't someone Starline put her DNA in if he had managed to get a hold of some. Though the feline should've been able to sense it as they'd be using the Flames of Sol. It's easily detectable to her.

"I feel as though our best chance would be to appeal to the President as opposed to the general. That said, maybe we should consider calling someone else for some assistance. Miles, do you perhaps think you can call Sally? She is more invested in the political world if I recall. Perhaps she could offer some level of assistance." Blaze couldn't remember the last time she spoke with Sally herself.

[stargazedwinchester]

ִ ࣪𖤐◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ `seen, sam winchester ༘♡

summary: you're charlie's sister, and whilst your visits to the bunker are becoming more frequent, you're oblivious that someone has a little crush. word count: 902 pairing: sam winchester x fem!reader thank you for requesting @sweetiecelin <3 I hope you enjoy!! part 1

⛧°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °⛧

There’s been a shift in the atmosphere when you visit the bunker now.

Dean has been more attentive — Sam more so. It feels strange coming from men that usually live in their own little world.

Charlie hasn’t said a word of it. Whether she’s noticed, too, or she’s completely oblivious.

But Sam? Sweet, sweet Sam. He’s trying his hardest to accommodate to you every single time you visit.

Upon entering, Charlie races down the stairs, tossing her duffel on the floor, greeting the brothers with huge bear hugs. You walk down comfortably, unaware of the hazel eyes staring at you dreamily. “Hey, Y/N. How’ve you been?” Dean greets, pulling you into a warm hug. His familiar scent has become a soothing one. Looking up at Sam, he flashes you an awkward smile. His dimples show lightly as he tucks his hair behind his ear. “I’m good. How’re you guys?” You reply to Dean, reaching your arms out to invite Sam for a hug. He hesitates for a mere second, but then wraps his brawny arms around you. You can practically hear his heart skip a beat.

Pulling away, you can see his cheeks are flushed primrose, and luckily, Dean isn’t facing him to make fun of him.

You’ve been talking with Sam for a few weeks, basically from the first day he brought up the underlying issues. Texting back and forth, an undeniable crush.

Dean glances over at Sam, who’s been gawking at you since you pulled away. He furrows his brows, catching Sam’s eye. He shoots him a nervous glare, and Dean nods at your question. “We’ve been good, haven’t we, Sammy?” He pats his brother on the back. “Y-yeah.” He presses his lips together tightly.

Yourself and Charlie are staying at the bunker for a couple of nights. A case has hit the news a couple towns over, so the brothers decided that everyone—including you—gets involved. The more the merrier, right?

⛧°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °⛧

It’s later on, some time after 11PM. You’re all slouched on the couch, eyes glued to the TV. Dean has a beer in hand, his arm hanging over the arm rest. Charlie is sitting next to him, and yourself and Sam have your own sofa. A blanket drapes over you, covering yours and Sam’s lower half. A game show is playing; a hundred thousand dollar question has flashed up onto the screen.

“It’s A.”

“You haven’t even read the question!” Charlie shoves Dean playfully. He tuts. “I don’t need to read it when I know the answer already.”

The presenter finishes the question, and the timer for thirty seconds begins to countdown. Dean and Charlie bicker among themselves, Sam deep in thought about the question whilst you’re glancing up at him, admiring him.

His brows furrow and lips frown a little, his full, undivided attention on the screen before him.

Sam’s clearly put some sort of effort into his look today. He smells as if he’s just showered, fresh laundry and a little bit of cologne. You can’t help but lean into him, his scent makes you feel so comfortable and at home.

“It’s B.” Sam blurts, a few seconds before the timer runs out.

Dean and Charlie remain quiet in the last couple of seconds before the timer runs out. The silence between everyone is humourous, Dean concentrating on the screen.

B is correct.

Dean huffs, wafting his hand in the air, taking a swig of his beer. “You cheated.” He darts at Sam, making him chuckle. “Well, maybe if you read the question right, you’d see that-”

“Or, maybe, you let other people win for once.” Dean interrupts, causing a huge squabble between the brothers. Charlie is baffled by how quickly they can get into a fight over a fucking TV show, but is cackling nonetheless.

There’s no wonder why she loves them so much, they’re like a family to her. It’s something you’ve not exactly grown up with, since you never really knew them. All you had was Charlie, and that was more than enough. But there was always a missing piece when it came to it, and that missing piece was right here.

You glance up at Sam, who’s still going back and forth with Dean. You can feel his body vibrate with laughter. A deep, hearty laugh escapes his mouth as he reaches for his temple. And for a moment, he looks happy. Content. He catches your eye, his gaze softening as you’re looking at him with hearts in your eyes. He hesitates for a mere second—before placing his arm around your shoulders, testing the waters. You lean in, resting your head on his chest. Dean notices, flashing the pair of you a knowing smirk.

“Just face it, Dean. Sam’s the smart one here. No offense, Y/N.” She points over at you. “None taken.” You say, chuckling at Dean’s reaction. Dean laughs once. “Ha! Alright, y’know what? This game’s rigged anyway. I’m gettin’ another beer.” He stands up, Charlie following behind him.

The clamor fades out as Sam glances down at you again, as if making sure you’re still comfortable against him. When your eyes meet, he flashes you a warm, gentle smile. One that’s just for you. His fingers tighten briefly on your shoulder. Neither of you say anything. You don’t need to.

And for the first time visited the bunker, you don’t feel like you’re just Charlie’s sister.

You feel seen.

[dandysworld-meh-imagines]

Astro yearning plz 🫶

Astro Yearning For The Reader!

Here to feed the Astro simps! Here you go, dear, hahaha, I love you so much, thank you for requesting! <3

-Anna

-Astro is not usually so clingy but there are many times where he feels like yearning for you so much! It's usually when he hasn't felt your touch in so long and after a long day. Your presence calms him down and makes a smile grow on his face. Astro always likes to lean against you as you hold him close, he feels his muscles relaxing almost immediately while he hears your sweet voice and feels your arms around him. He likes staying quiet as he listens to you talk about your own day, replying here and there.

-Your voice is enough to make him sleepy and he sometimes tends to sleep in your arms peacefully. It's something you are used to but Astro sleeps extra quickly when he is by your side and in your warm embrace. He has a smile on his face as he gathers his energy throughout his nap. Sometimes you like to sleep together like this with him as he takes a nap and when he wakes up, he always has enough energy to send you a good dream as he lovingly caresses your face.

-When you are away, he really wants to be by your side but he knows that sometimes your schedules just don't usually allow it. You have other toons you promised to hang out with or things to do related to you and just life in gardenview in general. You know that Astro likes to take naps often and you wish to not disturb him as he needs all the energy he can get to give everyone good dreams at night. Though a lot of times, he makes up for it by spending time with you as much as he can. You are the only one where he can relax and save energy even when he spends time with you.

-But sometimes he does find it in him to maybe just.. look for you. He can't really help it, he yearns a lot for you and it's hard to stop it when he knows you are in this place somewhere. Astro really misses how your arms feel around him or even laying against you. If he sees you not so busy, he will come up to you and greet you happily, wanting to spend time relaxing with you. If you are, he just softly smiles at you before going back to his room and hope you come back soon.

-One thing you do which he really appreciates it is if you bring the fluffiest blankets and best pillows for you and him to cuddle in and just quietly talk about your day as he can stay awake now. If you feel tired, he might encourage you to sleep so he can give you the best dreams. He can also just sneak in your dream and do things together with you when he couldn't during the day. Though Astro doesn't mind if you wanna focus on your dream, he feels happy seeing you smile and having fun with what he came up for you.

-If you are a toon that stays awake quite late, Astro is happy to spend time with you doing anything. He might need to focus on checking on everyone's dreams and making sure everything is okay but after he is done, he is happy to focus on you only. He doesn't let you stay up for TOO long though, but if you are a toon that stays up all night like him, he feels happy sleeping with you during the mornings, hoping that his powers still reach you to give you lovely drrams.

-Astro will get pretty moody if he hasn't spend any time with you. He knows sometimes it's really hard but he really wants to be by your side and feel you close to him. When you hold his cheeks so gently and stroke them, he feels himself smiling and blushing as he leans into your touch more and more. He is not particularly mean to others but it's pretty obvious that he feels pouty and misses you so so much. He just wants to relax and sleep in your arms or even just stare into your lovely face.

-He might find himself walking to find you without himself realizing, his eyes half closed, not really paying anything any attention as his only goal is to go to you. Someone might have to snap him out of it by calling his name loudly or even shaking him a bit. Astro doesn't really realize what he does but they are times where he finally finds you and lays against you, even if he is LITERALLY standing up and he still manages to sleep there!!

-It doesn't even matter what you do or even how much you move, because Astro is in deep sleep as he is simply smiling and leaning against you! Hell, you could even start walking and he is STILL on you! At least he does this on your back usually to not disturb you too much or limit your movements. You don't know how but even if you get up or sit down, Astro is literally unfazed as he does the same. You don't know if you should feel amused or concerned but you can tell he feels calm and relaxed.

-Astro just can't seem to stay away from you for too long. Your touch is very calming and he is addicted to it, okay? Don't judge him too much! He really just wants to lean against you and yearns for you so much when you are away for too long. He also just wants to hear your voice, even if he is taking a nap on you. Your voice is like a sweet melody to him or even the things you do, he really likes hearing it as he sleeps unless you are working on something that makes a lot of noise, but they are times where he sleeps through it.. surprisingly.

Thank you for reading! <3

[jazeswhbhaven]

Demon Butler Buffet, Enjoy your stay | April Fools' Event 2025 | React/Recap Spoilers Part 2

Screenshots only this time for this post! If you want to go over the summary check it out here:

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The old man is done with these games lmaooo

Idk but my hunch that Asmo is quite keen on Belphie is starting to look correct because of how buddy buddy he's been with him this entire time

Ofc he did, because even the merch has the kings on it. I bet he sets the prices for WHB indirectly too if we're being honest /hj💀

You tell 'em Lizzy! Man I would get so annoyed at coworkers like this who had no other reason to be late other than they felt like it when I was dealing with a crowd or people or waiting to clock out and go home for the day...

They knew what was up the minute Lizzy showed concern for Jihoon getting his shit rocked by Satan (nah srsly don't touch him without permission unless you're MC)

Okay, I'll be ready. And I'll do it again, trust.

He said something sensible, and he's being cute. Look at hims.

MAMM'S NIP IS OUT.

🎵lemme suck your titties bby...ooooooo whoaaaaaaaa🎵

No frfr, he was lookin' thicccccc (all of 'em were) I also like seeing his hair this way because it gives me a better visual of what his ponytail looks like, also have y'all noticed his horn shape changes?

Ah, I was wondering where his wings were. Seems they fit under the fabric easily in the suit but with how they usually look I can tell why they would bother him...the bone is still pokin' out 😭

Sorry for the jumpscare with Beel's pale arm, but him thinking the talismans worn off and everyone was dying is so him. Asmo was like "nah they're just fainting that's normal" is also funny

Oh boy, at least they did o k a y. I would be satisfied by their butler roles 😭 but Levi in that maid outfit? the fave poster boy foreallssss

I hate that he's correct, because I actually cannot buy a realistic experience with me hanging out with the Kings for an entire day just doing random stuff and being flirty.... p a i n (yes cosplayers exist but they are real people 😭😔 it's not the same to me)

Well...yeah Asmo we know why you'd find that exciting...

Oh, well this looks like it could be Beel's true form? The color of the eye and the VIVIVI floating around??? But either way....lol they got some crazy things on their camera

Nice save, Luci <3 we would be lost without you

idk he just looks really good in this fit and tail included

Luci meant that shit, which is why Asmo just kinda nervously laughed. Even he...knows better than to play with a former angel.

Ah so that's what his side effect was...unable to count money 🥴🥴

Nuh uh, what you doin' Jihoon? 🤨🤨🤨

All I'm thinking about is taking a trip to Paris with Luci and Levi while they're in those outfits...especially after being recused from some whack dude

He was crying because the Kings were giving Lizzy things to sell and we're just suppose to "ignore that" lmaooooo

Happy Lizzy is happy <3 she can pay off a lot of things now! (Wish I were there working with them then cause shit I need some things...)

Girls trip!!! *beep beeepppppp* ( •̀ ω •́ )✧o(*^＠^*)o

literally them rn with their photos of their kings in the outfits lmao I found it hilarious that Beleth wasn't really phased and it makes me wonder if Belphie does shit like this all the time because he's an Otaku so cosplaying is literally something to expect (and because he probably has to help him change into it)

Also what I found funny is that the nobles also were talked about on Earth's social media as the "hot cosplay group" and I'm just like awh they were popular too. Which I mean they would be popular anywhere. All the while Bael is cussing out Beel in hopes to drag him back to Abyssos but I guess that ain't gonna happen

Not when we have.....the butt contest underway.....👀👀👀👀

Which concludes my react! See y'all for the second part of the event...I can tell this shit is gonna be unserious because the kings...are unserious.

[annarobszombies]

Hello!😊 i've seen that you accept requests so if it's ok with you, could you write a smut fic of a polyamorous relationship with Ryusi x Stanley with reader? And if it's not too much to ask, could you include some headcanons about the relationship. Thank u

I love your stories 🥰

Oh God the personality clash between those two is insane I love it

I'll do both for you, as best I can ^-^

x gn!Reader (i tried, anyway)

Warning: NSFW material

Let's start with some headcanons:

The three of you are certainly something

Ryusui and Stanley both have intense personalities, so they can be a little hard for you to keep reigned in

Ryusui is greedy, while Stanley is selfish

But they make it work

You mellow both of them out a little, which definitely helps

But look

They are

So good to you

Protective and doting

Ryusui's enthusiasm is infectious, and he can get Stanley just as excited about something as he is (even if the soldier keeps his expression relatively neutral)

It was 100% Ryusui's idea to pull you into the relationship

He's greedy, he wants everyone, especially you and Stanley

Ryusui spoils you and Stanley both

Mans has money money

He can afford whatever either of you want

Stanley is the one to insist you all live together

He wants you and Ryusui close at all times

So he can protect you both

His certified loverboy tendencies come out so badly with you and Ryusui

Both of them like to touch you and each other as often as possible

You and Ryusui get Scary Boyfriend privilege

They are two of the horniest men you could get with, so I hope you're ready for that

Now, on to the smut! (It's the beginning of your relationship :3)

Your day had started so normally. You’d woken up, had breakfast, and helped with work around the Kingdom of Science. Then, you’d had lunch, and wandered to the shooting range where Stanley and Ryusui had been working together all day. When you’d shown up, all smiles and an easy going attitude, both of them gave you their full attention. 

After that is a little blurry. Stanley offered to teach you, standing close with his hands on your hips and waist, nudging your feet with his so that you stand the right way. Ryusui at some point also got in your space, touching your arms and hands. Someone kisses you, you don’t remember who, and words of pure filth are whispered in your ear. 

You hadn’t even known they were friends, nevertheless lovers. Nor had you ever thought that they would add you of all people to the whole thing. Regardless, here you were. 

Sat with Ryusui’s face between your legs, Stanley’s hands everywhere else. 

Your whole body feels like it’s been electrified, every kiss and lick from Ryusui sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. Stanley mutters praise in your ear encouraging you to roll your hips and fuck Ryusui’s face while he watched from his spot behind you. 

You shudder, moaning as you’re pulled closer and closer to the edge of pleasure. But just before you can reach that peak, Stanley reaches around to tap at Ryusui, halting the other man in his mission to devour you whole. 

“No-wait-” You whine. Ryusui catches the hand you reach out to him with, holding it in his own and pressing wet kisses to your fingertips. Stanley kisses along your neck and shoulder, soothing you in his own way.

“We aren’t done,” Stanley promises. “Just getting started.” 

Ryusui surges forward, capturing your lips with his, the taste of you heavy on his tongue. Your arms wrap around him, pulling him closer. A gasp escapes you when Stanley’s hand slides between your legs, replacing Ryusui’s mouth with dexterous fingers. 

You jolt when teeth sink into your shoulder, your pained whine swallowed by Ryusui’s enthusiastic kisses. 

It’s all too much. Ryusui’s lips, Stanley’s hands, both of their bodies pressed against yours, it could drive a person mad. They were driving you to the edge of pleasure and insanity, and this time, they let you fall. The pressure that’s been building low in your gut breaks, your orgasm rushing through you with moans of their names. You must cry for Stanley first, though, as you can feel Ryusui pouting against your mouth. 

You’re still recovering when your body is shifted, your back hitting the soft bed below you. Your legs are hiked up, and Ryusui hovers over you. 

“Again,” He demands. “I want you to come again!” His cock slides inside you before you can reply, pulling a moan from you instead. You can’t see Stanley anymore, but you can feel his eyes. The intensity in which he stares as Ryusui fucks you makes you shiver. 

Ryusui buries his face into your shoulder, his tongue tracing over the indents left behind by Stanley’s teeth before he kisses the spot, and moves to your other side to leave marks of his own on your soft flesh. He doesn’t bite nearly as hard as Stanley, but he leaves a trail of spots that are sure to turn into hickies by morning all along your neck.

That familiar pressure builds, your moans turning to borderline whimpers as another orgasm threatens to crash over you. Ryusui grins against the side of your face, his fingers gripping your waist tighter, hips slamming into yours until that thread snaps a second time, and you’re clawing at his back as you come a second time. 

Your body shakes with overstimulation, your chest heaving with hard pants. You feel Ryusui pull out, the warmth of his own release covering the inside of your thighs. You let your eyes close, throwing your arm over your face as you try desperately to pull yourself back together a little bit. 

A grunt, and the feeling of someone collapsing next to you has your eyes snapping back open, your head turning in time to see Stanley pressing Ryusui face down into the mattress. His sharp eyes find yours, a smirk on his face.

“You rest a minute,” He says, leaning over to kiss you quickly. “But if you think I’m done with either of you, you’re dead fuckin’ wrong.”

[rottenpumpkin13]

what if agscz all had the chance to talk with their younger selves (idk how to spell that lol) and what questions would their younger selves have for their older selves?

(btw i absolutely love your posts they make my days you are a beautiful human being 😭💓)

Sephiroth: His younger self is twelve and already has the posture of a commander. His sword is too big for him but he wears it like a second spine, and yet the first thing he asks is: "Do we find out what happened to her?" he asks. "Where we come from?" It's the first thing he says. Not a word about friends. Not dreams. Not love. Older Sephiroth is quiet, though he expected it. He crouches, brushes the younger boy's silver bangs out of his eyes and says: "Don't stop asking questions. That curiosity is something no one can take from you. Protect it. along with your memories." He fingers the old locket hanging from the boy's neck. "Hold on to this," he says gently. "And expect... unexpected good people in your life." His younger self stares. Doesn't understand yet. That's okay.

Cloud: Sixteen-year-old Cloud stares up at his older self, spiky-haired and hollow-eyed, wrapped in black like mourning never ended. He looks like everything Cloud was afraid he'd become—quiet, cold, worn thin. "You're me?" he asks. "Do we make it? Do we get into SOLDIER like Sephiroth?" Older Cloud doesn't answer at first. He wants to say something encouraging. But his mouth stays closed. "You look... sad," the younger one says, not quite a question. The man nods. "Did we fail?" "…No," Older Cloud says, at last. "We lost some things. But we kept going." It's not what the boy wanted to hear. But he listens anyway. He always listens, even when he shouldn't. They don't hug. They just stand there for a while. Then the younger one breaks the silence. "So… when do we get cool with the sword?" Cloud, finally, cracks a smile. "Soon."

Angeal: Younger Angeal is maybe thirteen, trying hard to look responsible, already standing too straight, like he's bracing for responsibility to punch him in the gut. His eyes are too tired for his age and his first question is "Do we make mom proud?" Older Angeal looks at him for a long moment, then sighs—deep, bone-heavy. "You try so hard to be what everyone needs. That won't stop, but you're allowed to need things too. You're human, not a monument." His younger self doesn't respond, just nods like he already suspected. Like he always suspected. The older version reaches out, ruffles the kid's hair once. "Just… eat more protein. And get as much sleep as you can. It becomes a luxury once Zack comes around and Genesis realizes he has free will."

Genesis: Eight-year-old Genesis clutches a tattered book of poetry to his chest, wide-eyed and glowing like he's about to meet destiny in the form of a very well-dressed future self. "Do we become heroes?" he asks eagerly. "Do people love us? Does Sephiroth like our apples?" He's vibrating with hope, too excited to notice the wear in older Genesis' smile. The older version crouches, ruffles his hair, and answers: "Yes. You'll get every bit of it." The boy beams. "But," Genesis adds, "You'll spend years thinking none of it matters if you're not his equal." The child tilts his head. "Who?" Genesis shakes his head. "It doesn't matter. Just… start liking yourself now. Save us the trouble."

Zack: Ten-year-old Zack is nursing a bruised knee when Zack shows up, with a bandaged cheek and a giant stick he uses as a sword. Zack smiles. There's no point in warning him of what can't be changed and that which makes him grow. "Hey!" older Zack calls, hands on his hips, posing proudly. "Rule number one. Hair gel is essential. Rule number two. Never try to tame a Tonberry. Rule number three—most important—follow your dreams! Look at where all that hope got me!"

Ten-year-old Zack nods. "Sephiroth's taller."

Older Zack deflates.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

There’s a whole new world of hurt coming to Harry and Meghan, and I hope it starts with new seating assignments on the other side of the aisle in the second row. I’d honestly prefer to see Andrew and the Yorkies sitting behind William during the funeral.

Tbh I am not putting too much faith into this, lol 🤪. After watching the shenanigans that occurred during QE’s funeral, I honestly think that the next one will be a mess too.

Because I know QE was more soft with Andy and she had her last wishes, but there is a ‘precedent’ that monarch’s children are shown front and center in the funeral, Andy was even allowed to wear military uniform to the vigil, harold too, so I won’t be surprised if he has military uniform again, and if he and his attention seeker wife are seated next to King W and Queen C. The ideal would have G,C and L and Camilla next to the new King and Queen and then the working royals next to each other, but alas, Andy’s precedent makes me sweat

And I know W isn’t weak, but if he agreed to that Windsor walkabout with H, I won’t pass out the possibility of W trying that H has his last ’glorious’ moment being front and center to say good by to Pa, specially because with the Queen he had his other cousins, his uncles and aunt, and was more logic to have all of the cousins there but with Charles? Only Charles’ siblings will be supportive, the cousins? Maybe only Peter and Zara, specially if the others didn’t have this close relationship with him.

But maybe I am dramatic and he only copy pastes QE’s funeral but erasing Andrew and giving even less opportunities to Harry.

So a few things.

First, at funerals and personal events (like weddings), order of precedence is based on the relationship to the decedent or celebrant -- spouse > children > grandchildren > siblings > nieces/nephews > aunts/uncles/cousins, rather than the line of succession or the new model of working royals > non-working royals.

So Andrew got priority placement at the funerals (including Philip's service of thanksgiving) and "outranked" the Waleses because it was his parents they were celebrating. The same thing will happen to Harry at Charles's funeral; he will "outrank" everyone else, even the new Prince of Wales (George) because it's his father they are celebrating. (Though that said, I don't think the Waleses family will sit separately with Harry and Meghan between them, even if the kids are all in their 20s and working royals because they are essentially the royal family and the royal brand at that point in the future.)

Second, the sections in Westminster Abbey where the family sits is usually 4-7 people across, depending on what the occasion is and who's invited. Some examples:

4 across - Commonwealth Day Service 2025:

5 across - Prince Philip's Service of Thanksgiving

7 across - Queen's Funeral

So based on all this, I think we can reasonably theorize that the chairs at Charles's funeral would be arranged so that it's Camilla + Waleses on the left side with Sussexes in the right side, regardless of whether the children are there or not or if it's Harry by himself.

But again, all this is just speculation.

Third, The Queen's funeral was an Andrew-and-Harry shenanigans mess because Charles is spineless and inherited the ostrich gene. From everything we've seen of William - he has not shown to be like that. So it's very possible that he will be much more decisive when it comes to funerary shenanigans. But like you said, we don't know.

(On that note - I can see Andrew and Harry fighting for military uniforms at The Queen's funeral because they both served in the military under her command. It may be easier to draw the line at Charles's funeral because neither have served a King Charles in that way, not even honorarily via patronages. But we'll see.)

I'm going to draw the line here about funeral discussions because it freaks some people out and also I'm tired of the Charles stans sending me hate mail for discussing Charles's mortality.