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CORRUPTED FLOWER [1]

in which the events of the glorious masquerade went slightly different. a moment shared between rollo and the prefect sets his heart ablaze. rollo flamme x fem reader warnings: characters are depicted as 18+, themes of obsession, pining, love at first sight, channeling rollo's inner frollo 1 | 2 | 3 note: the reader swears she can fix him. (i also wish i can fix him LOL).

Something felt off.

Perhaps it wasn't the overjoy of the crowds or this false sense of security, but this entire setting felt all too familiar to you. It must have been a story from those animated films you have watched as a child. It was that same feeling you had when you had met Riddle for the first time, painting the roses mindlessly. You had certainly felt the same when you stared at the contracts Azul had presented to you, along with the very moment you saw Kalim in that hazed trance when he was hypnotized.

There couldn't possibly be an overblot here, not in Fleur City. At the very least, you had some assurance that Malleus and your other companions could certainly do something to save the day. You haven't dreamt of anything either, and yet, there was something about that bell tower and the festival that put you on edge.

The sound of music grew further and further as you found yourself standing alone in line for a confections store. Having abandoned your classmates and direbeast as they danced to their heart's delight, you easily snuck away for a moment's reprieve. Much to your surprise, you weren't alone for very long as a tall figure shadowed your own.

"You seem to be separated from your schoolmates. Wouldn't you rather dance with them?" That smooth and curt tone of his, Rollo looked upon you with what appeared to be concern. You nod in acknowledgement, unconsciously smoothing down the creases in your attire. "Well, they're having their own fun going around. I would prefer to appreciate such simplicities while I am here."

You imagine that Rollo had plenty of things to do, considering that he is the Student Council President who seemed to arrange this entire gathering. As you ready to bid him goodbye, he settles beside you, glancing down with a soft expression.

"Does it bother you that I would wish to join you for now?" It catches you off guard as he leans down, meeting your eyes. With a slight gulp, you manage a small smile and shook your head. You don't seem to notice how you had slowly gravitated to his side, but he does. "Not at all." You don't notice how his breath hitches at the curl of your lips, but he turns away, facing forward.

As you nearing the end of the line, Rollo observes the way your hands rummage into your pockets. The festival clothing suit you, though it puzzles the mage. Trickster, is what the blonde student referred to you as. Certainly, you do resemble a jester than you would a lady. The symbolism is not lost on Rollo, however.

Suddenly, he clears his throat and allows a cold hand to brush against your knuckles, carrying a pitiful handful of thaumarks. "Allow me to pay for you, Prefect." You pause, looking up at him with a slight pout. "Oh, but I am your guest! Wouldn't I be overstepping if I allowed you to pay?" It's almost laughable how polite you are, perhaps more earnest that the Rosehearts fellow you walked with earlier. Rollo allows a faint smile to cross his expression, followed by an enabling nod.

"I insist."

You could only sigh as you tuck the bills back into your pocket, a sheepish smile flashing on your features. "Very well." The sound of defeat brings nothing but relief to Rollo's ears. Being the considerate host that he was, he glances at the menu hanging outside the shop. "Does anything pique your interest?" He asks, an eye trained on you as you peer at the letters. You waste no time in looking at him with a small grin. "I will have whatever you're getting. I trust your judgement."

Rollo could only let out an amused huff, relaxing at your slight giggle. "If that is what you wish, Prefect."

You find yourself holding onto a sweet pastry filled with cream and fruits, sitting on a bench beside the mage. Based on the pleased look on your face, followed by your happy sighs, Rollo conceals his glee though his handkerchief. Of course, it was at your insistence that you shouldn't enjoy it alone. He finds himself with the same pasty in his free hand, savoring the sweet taste.

The crowds continue to bustle about, more people drawn to the dance. "How are you finding Fleur City? I hope you have felt comfortable during your visit so far." Amidst the noise, he tries to stay quiet. He doesn't know how to feel when you lean close to him, treating the conversation as a secret only to be shared between you both.

"It's beautiful. You have been a wonderful host, Rollo. Thank you for taking the time to show us around!"

He has heard those words several times before, often by his own classmates, other visitors, as well as the students from other academies. None of their compliments ever seem to shake him apart, but yours does. It is his undoing, and it pains him to know that a magicless student, of all people, seems to wield the most power over him and his discipline.

Rollo shields his mouth once more with his handkerchief, unconsciously shifting closer to you. "You have learned plenty about the City of Flowers. I cannot help but admit that I am curious about you." It is almost a miracle that you heard his words when the music threatened to deafen you both. Your eyes widened slightly in your surprise, stunned by his small confession.

"Me?" The mage resists the urge to chuckle at your modesty. Instead, he clears his throat, shifting closer once more as the music booms with loud cheers from the crowd. "Forgive me for being forward, but it isn't so often that I meet someone who comes from a world void of magic." It is only a partial excuse. He was indeed curious about the student from another world, but not so much about their world. No, it is you who he is interested in, whether he knew it or not.

Your eyes shift towards your classmates, drowning in the festivities as you anticipate. "Well," Between you and the other first years, you were certainly not the biggest troublemaker of the bunch. You could only hope that Professor Trein would forgive your rebelliousness just this once. Turning to Rollo once more, you nod enthusiastically. "Ask away! I'll answer any question you throw at me."

Both sweets have been consumed, and still, he finds an excuse to corner you. You look for an excuse to heed him.

"Perhaps we should go somewhere quieter."

Your heart skips a beat as you trail after the mage, all despite your head telling you no.

"Yes. Yes, we should."

"You do not fear the heights?" Holding onto your hand, Rollo's fingers grip tightly onto the metal bars of the balcony as you balance yourself onto the stone platform. Wind whistles through your hair, and the sight of the sun at dusk makes the city look beautiful. It is akin to a blaze across the horizon, and the disaster that is soon to come. "A bit, but I have grown accustomed to it." Rollo finds himself frowning when you rest your elbows on the balcony's edge, occupied by the thoughts of you recklessly put at risk.

"I may not be able to ride a broomstick by myself, but I have been in situations where I've had to be in the air for quite sometime." He grunts in disgust, hiding a sneer behind his handkerchief pressed against his chapped lips. "How reckless. I certainly hope you were never hurt during those experiences." You do not shy away from his bitter tone, and it almost hurts him when you shrug off his concern as if it were a trifle. "Not at all. I was well cared for. It's not every day I get the opportunity to go on a broomstick ride."

Then you let out the loveliest of sighs, returning your attention to the glowing festival below. "It's not everyday I get to have a lovely conversation at the top of a bell tower either."

Rollo is thankful that you are too enamored by the views to notice how long he has been staring at you. All the breath in his lungs have been taken away by the sight of your smile, your hair in the wind and the way your eyes light up—

He hums to himself, glancing away just in time as you turn to face him. "What lovely delights have you indulged in before, then?"

The glow of the sun had gradually disappeared by the time Rollo had learned about your daily routine back in your world. He had taken the time to learn your favorite dishes, your favorite novel genres, your hobbies, an embarrassing story from your childhood, your mundane life at Night Raven College, and none of it seems enough. There was still much more to you, and Rollo had no intentions of stopping you as the sky had begun to dye itself purple.

You freeze, hands flying to your lips with surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry. I suppose I'm rambling more about myself than talking about my world." Rollo's eyes widened in turn, and he leans forward with a softened expression. You shouldn't have to apologize for such sweetness. "Don't apologize. Your presence... is but a ray of sunlight in my current turmoil." You never notice the way his ears burn red at his own words. He had never found himself to be so vulnerable, let alone weak in front of another person. It forces him to place the handkerchief before his lips once more, a habit he clung onto to conceal his cards.

He wishes that you stopped smiling at him, that you would put an end to this cruel spell that was casted on him. "It must be hard taking on the job as Student Council President. You seem to be in charge of too much things. I imagine it is tiresome having to manage so many people." Still, Rollo is greedy as he eyes the way you shift closer to him when the breeze carries a chill through your skin. "I imagine it is even harder to assimilate into a school full of magic when you are at a disadvantage."

How Rollo despises how optimistic you are when you shrug, glancing down onto the crowd with that sweet smile. It tears him apart; you would share that same warmth with the very vermin that will end you. "Grim and I are technically a two-in-one deal. He has all the magic to wield, and I'm just there advising him. No offense to Grim, but I'm the one with plenty of self-control."

Before he could even hide his sneer behind the cloth, you catch his frown. His blood immediately runs cold, knuckles white as he clenched his handkerchief. It was when your features relaxed, and when he felt the slight shift in your body towards him does his face soften. Since when had you been brushing your shoulder against his?

"Without Grim, I'd definitely be reduced to a custodian, unfortunately."

It was that very comment that restores his voice. "Hmph. If you had been in the care of Noble Bell College, I certainly would have not left you to fend for yourself." The mage scowled, and he doesn't bother to conceal such a face as you only smile at him.

"You're sweet, Rollo." He never expected it at all, not from you. It hurts at his chest, and runs an itch through every inch of his skin. A part of him knows to shut his mouth, and it thanks you for sighing and filling the silence for him. "I don't think I would have minded if I ended up here. It's such a pretty city."

He doesn't want to imagine a world where you woke up in the Noble Bell College instead. Would he have been the one who found you in your coffin? Rather than these festival clothes you wore, he is almost certain you would have sported the colors of the Righteous Judge very well. "I wouldn't have allowed you to be demoted to a custodian either." He quietly mutters, but it isn't lost to the wind.

Rollo immediately regrets his words when you face him, head tilted to the side with curiosity.

Trickster, the blonde's words echo in his mind. Our lovely Prefect is befitting of a Trickster!

"How else could I pay for boarding here?" He does not understand why he clenches his fist, facing away from the dying light to place himself in front of you. There is a determined expression on his face, almost frustrated by the mere fact that you did not belong here.

You did not belong in Noble Bell College with him.

"I would have taken care of it and personally looked for a way to send you home myself." There was no turning back now. It almost astounds him how riled up he sounds, how he pants as if he had performed the most laborious of jobs. He wants you to run back to your fellow mages, wants you never spare him a glance, wants you to return to your beautiful pedestal where he can only watch and never speak another word. Instead, you smile again and he thinks it will destroy him soon.

There is a sense of humor in your voice as you face him in return. "We've barely met and you claim to do more than Headmage Crowley ever promised me." Still, for all his precautions, Rollo is a man. Rollo is still weak. Rollo is only human when he leans down, towering over you with narrowed eyes. "We've barely met and you've already occupied my afternoon." Was he soft in his words? Perhaps he has summoned the Righteous Judge though his voice, given how accusatory his tone was. Still, you do not back down. "Have I overstepped?" You whisper, sending a light shudder down Rollo's spine.

He is cursed. His eyes flutter shut, a thousand prayers for forgiveness behind his eyes.

"Are you certain that you are truly magicless?"

You are taken aback by the question, eyes flickering onto the coldness of his gaze. Is it hate? "Of course. Why do you ask?" Your whispers are tempting him, and it is the fire that calls to him. "I refuse to believe it." He hisses, but there is no spite laced on his tongue. Instead he lowers himself, lightly brushing his nose against yours.

You don't reel away. "You've bewitched me." You are a demon, he tells himself. You are a demon sent to punish him for the crime he will be committing tonight, and you don't know it. "Have I?" Your breath brushes against his lips and it makes him snap.

CLANG!

"Ah—!" The moment is disturbed by your surprised gasp and the sound of a clock, and Rollo finds himself glancing down at a hand gripping the railing. It is your fingers stained red, and he could only blame the sharp edge of the metal for harming you so. "Your hands—" He whispers apologetically, as if he were the one that committed the slight. You shake your head, ready to wipe the red down your garments. "It is only a slight scratch."

Rollo stops you just in time by gently grabbing at your wrist. With a trembling hand, you see his handkerchief approaching with the means to stop the blood from dripping further. "Allow me," He murmured with hesitance, eyes wide as he awaits your approval. Your breath is stuck in your chest as you nod, followed by the slight sting of the fabric pressing against the small gash.

Rollo's hands are warm now as they hold your own, much unlike the first time he brushed his hand against your knuckles. You don't even realize that he is so close, almost brushing his own forehead against your own as he stares at your skin wrapped in his own cloth. Do you hear it? Do you hear the way his heart is pounding and threatening to consume you whole?

Do you feel the hellfire threatening to swallow him entirely?

It takes a moment for Rollo to take in a breath, and another to let go of your hand. With a curt nod to the handkerchief, Rollo forces himself to pull away and throw himself to the wind's mercy. "Hold onto that for a while." He muttered, concealing the red tint on his cheeks as he obscures himself from your view. Luckily for you, he does not notice the way your gaze is fixated on his handkerchief, the way your other hand grasps it in search of the warmth he left behind.

"Thank you, Rollo."

With a quick breath, Rollo turns to the view that is only illuminated by the city lights and the moon. The sun had gone down long ago, and surely, people were looking for you now. He mutters a quiet curse underneath his breath as he turns to you, unable to find the will to fix a stern expression on his face. All you is a slightly disheveled Rollo, all the more flustered by the innocent expression on your face. He could only sigh to himself, clasping his hands together underneath his robe.

"Allow me to return you to your companions."

This time, he does not miss the way you pout before you muster that optimistic smile of yours again.

What a cruel demon you were, sending him to hell so sweetly.

Several students let out a sigh of relief the moment they saw you being escorted by Rollo through a dissipating crowd. "There you are. You have worried me, Prefect." Professor Trein calls out, the first to step forward as you halt in your footsteps. Your expression is more than apologetic, even more so when you notice the most concerned looks on the Heartslabyul students. "I'm sorry, Professor—"

Alas, your own apology was swiftly cut off when Rollo steps forward, head held high with dignity. "The fault is mine, Professor Trein." He said in that cool tone, yet controlled to convey respect. "Flamme," Trein looks at Rollo with slight surprise, considering that a student council president knew better than to spirit a magicless student away without informing her professor.

Bowing slightly, Rollo mustered the most sorry tone that he could. "I was quite taken away with conversation with the Prefect. I hope I have not caused much trouble. Please do not put the blame on her." You do not even get the chance to object when Trein sighs, shaking his head at the notion. Such an apology isn't needed, not when he knows that an upstanding student like Rollo wouldn't harm the Prefect.

"No, not at all. Thank you for bringing her back, Flamme." It is regrettable when Rollo raises his head, watching as you return to your side of the world. It is a bitter thought that runs through his head; that you were never meant to be with him to begin with. Clearing his throat, Rollo bows once more to you this time, who had been staring with such doe-like eyes. "We will be seeing each other again later, Prefect. Do enjoy the rest of the festival."

He hates this. He hates that feeling in his chest as he turns on his heel, deafening himself to the concerned whispers of your companions. It was a foolish indulgence on his part. You belonged to them, after all. You, too, will burn with the mages you cared for.

"Ah, Rollo!" Such thoughts are reduced to a crisp as he registers the sound of quickening footsteps behind him. He turns around, only to glance at your earnest expression. He watches as your hands hurriedly fold his handkerchief into a neat square into your hands. "You forgot your handkerchief."

Rollo blinks, and he has forgotten what it meant to live with his shield. Could he ever go back after you had seen all of him? "Oh, I suppose I have. Thank you for returning it to me, Prefect."

The handkerchief does not immediately return to him.

Properly folded into your hands, your eyes lock in onto his. Hesitantly do your hands move to your lips, the cloth in your grasp as you press a kiss against the center. He knows it as the fabric touches your flushed cheeks. He knows it as you hold it there for a brief seconds before hastily placing it into his hand.

You do not greet him goodbye, only running back to your Professor who had been looking on, not knowing what you had just done.

Do you even know what you have done, TRICKSTER?

And when Rollo finds himself alone at the top of that Bell Tower, his eyes are trained onto the flames dancing in that furnace. Shall the blooms of the firelotuses consume him tonight? Shall they take you too? His eyes are wide with bewilderment, and his breath is haggard as he smothers his lips against the fabric that was once in your grasp. Sweat beads down the side of his temple, followed by the painful beating of his poor longing heart.

You will burn him from the inside and out. Rollo knows you won't forgive him for what is to come. You will burn too in that pyre he had created, lest you become his and become a part of his world.

He will pluck your wilted petals one by one, until all that is left is him.

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ickytreats · 3 days ago

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If you're looking for Dad ideas:

Lil sis wants to learn how to suck cock, big sis is ready to teach, they're trying to figure out where to find someone to practice on when dad comes home.

Dad has been getting wound up while mom's on a business trip, looses control while cuddling on the couch.

Father son bonding time, they go on a camping/fishing trip. Poor boy is getting too horny every night, so Daddy helps out and shows him another way to bond

(And don't worry if none of these spark your inspiration. I won't take offence 😁)

- 😖 (or did I pick 🥴)

One order of Dad teaching his daughters!

Dad had been trying to get out of movie night too tired and horny to deal with the girls. Yet he found himself between them one girl under each arm while watching one of those silly movies they like.

He couldn't help but let his mind wander. Both of his girls were beautiful, he'd heard their small moans when he would be up at night. They would touch themselves when they thought no one would hear. He shouldn't admit how hard it made him, how hard he got now just thinking about it. Until the youngest daughter points it out Dad your pants look…tight. As his bulge is on display, he goes to try and fix himself and make an excuse but his oldest speaks first. Little sis! Dad is the perfect guy to teach us!

Both girls brighten up quickly, putting their hands on his chest. Both begging, bouncing on their knees while giggling please Dad! Teach us how to suck cock! He swears his cock has never been harder. He has to teach his little girls right? Nothing bad there. Watches as they both excitedly move to the floor. Big sis already pulling at his belt. They both sit there in awe, he is much bigger than their toy.

Dad pets their hair with a smile, telling them it’s okay. They can play with it in their hands and watch as they start to pump it. Dad explains softly between moans what they need to do as they look up at him with eager eyes. Little Sis is the first one to make a move, kissing the tip of his cock. The sight is so wrong but so pretty! His youngest trying to fit his cock in her mouth.

Pulls off panting and messy did I do a good job, Dad? Praise her telling her she did amazing for the first time, big sis is quick to replace her. He grabbed her hair while throwing his head back, she knew more than little sis. Both take turns as Dad guides them by the hair and moans. Once he feels like he is close he can't help but start to face fuck the youngest. Hearing her gag and choke Dad I wanna try that! The oldest says with a whine wanting her turn.

So wrong but so right as he switches between daughters. Once he's close he has both of them pump his cock, tongues out with eager faces. Cums all over his daughter's faces as they giggle and lick up as much as they can. He's never came that hard even for their mother. Looks down at them panting, their messy faces. Thank you, Dad! The oldest says Dad…could you maybe teach us…other things?…the youngest says looking at him with those eyes. He was fucked, but as long as their mother doesn't find out he'd gladly keep teaching his little girls.

Thanks for the idea Anon! 🩷Dad brain rot is real with me. I haven't gotten any of those emojis only 🥂 and 🩰. But for now, I'll have you as 😖 unless you want something different.

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liyue-harbour · 22 hours ago

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where stars can't reach

sunday x reader. astral express sunday

summary: you and sunday find yourselves on the observation deck on the express on a sleepless night. amidst the hum of the express car and the infinite expanse of space, a candid discussion about regrets, choices, and the meaning of the trailblaze brings you closer.

the observation deck of the astral express was dim, illuminated only by the faint glow of the stars streaking past outside. you leaned against the glass railing, arms folded, watching the endless cascade of light. the train's hum filled the quiet— a constant, steady rhythm that felt like the heartbeat of something alive.

it was peaceful, or at least it should have been. but tonight, your thoughts were restless, looping endlessly over the events of penacony and the strange, quiet man who had chosen to stay. the sound of soft footsteps drew your attention. you didn't have to look to know who it was.

"couldn't sleep either?" you asked, your voice low.

sunday stepped into view, his coat gone, replaced by a loose sweater that made him seem... softer somehow. less like the enigmatic enforcer of the order and more like someone trying to figure out what to do next.

"guess not," he said simply, moving to stand beside you. he rested his forearms on the railing, gaze fixed on the stars outside. for a while, neither of you spoke. the silence wasn't uncomfortable, but it wasn't entirely comfortable either. it carried the weight of unspoken things, of questions you weren't sure you wanted to ask.

"how does it feel?" you asked finally, breaking the stillness. "being here, i mean."

sunday's lips twitched in a faint smirk. "different."

you turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “that’s all i get? just ‘different’?”

he shrugged, gaze never leaving the stars outside. "not much else to say. it's... quieter than i expected."

you laughed softly, shaking your head. "quieter? on the express? have you met march and the trailblazer?"

he huffed out a laugh, low and barely audible, but it was there. “fair point.” the quiet settled again, but this time it felt lighter, less heavy. you leaned back against the railing, tilting your head to watch him.

“do you regret it?” you asked, your tone careful.

“regret what?”

“leaving penacony. coming here. everything.”

sunday didn’t answer right away. his gaze was still fixed on the stars, his expression unreadable. when he finally spoke, his voice was quieter than you’d ever heard it. “sometimes,” he admitted. “it’s hard not to think about what could’ve been different. what i could’ve done differently.”

you felt your chest tighten at his words, the raw honesty in them.

“but,” he continued, glancing at you, “regret’s not the same as wishing i hadn’t done it. sometimes, things just... are. you can’t change them, only decide what you do next.”

you nodded slowly, letting his words sink in. “and what do you want to do next?”

sunday leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. his gaze drifted to the faint reflection of the two of you in the glass. “i haven't figured that part out yet, i guess that's the point of being here."

"finding your trailblaze?" you offered, a small smile tugging at your lips.

he gave a soft laugh, the sound almost lost in the hum of the train. "something like that." the two of you stood there for a while longer, the stars outside painting the room in shifting patterns of gold and silver.

"do you miss it?" sunday asked suddenly, his voice breaking the silence.

"my life before the express?"

"yeah."

you thought about it, your mind flickering back to the chaos of your home world, the suffocating systems, the fleeting moments of joy amidst everything. "sometimes," you admitted. "but not the way it was. just the people. the good parts."

sunday nodded, his expression thoughtful. “agreed.”

the stars streaked on, endless and unchanging, but the two of you stayed rooted in that moment, side by side. for the first time since everything, the weight on your chest felt lighter.

“you’ll figure it out,” you said softly, glancing at him. “what you want to do next, i mean.”

he tilted his head slightly, amber eyes searching yours, like he wasn’t entirely convinced.

“you will,” you insisted, your voice steadier this time. “that’s what the trailblaze is about, isn’t it? finding your way forward, even when you don’t know what that looks like yet. it’s not about having all the answers or knowing exactly where you’re going. it’s about choosing to keep moving. to trust that every step will lead you somewhere worth being.”

sunday's gaze lingered on you, his expression unreadable. the soft glow of the stars outside cast shifting patterns across his face, and for a moment, he didn't seem like the man you'd met in penacony— the one weighed down by his past, his responsibilities as the former head of the oak family.

“you make it sound simple,” he said finally, his voice low but not dismissive.

you shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “it’s not, but nothing worth doing ever is. the trailblaze isn’t about the destination— it’s about what you discover along the way. about finding the pieces of yourself you didn’t know you’d lost.”

he looked away then, his gaze shifting back to the stars outside. his shoulders relaxed just a fraction, like the weight he carried had eased, even if just for a moment.

“guess i’ve got a lot of pieces to find,” he murmured.

“and you’ll find them,” you said with quiet confidence. “one step at a time. everyone here on the express is rooting for you, me included.”

the stars streaked on outside, endless and infinite, but the moment between you felt grounded—solid, real. sunday didn’t say anything more, but the faintest hint of a smile touched his lips, and for the first time, you thought he might just believe it too.

© liyue-harbour 2024 (lil author's note: in celebration of sunday's longgg anticipated release, here's a fic! i hope that everyone who plans on pulling gets him~ likes & reblogs are greatly appreciated) masterlist

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jellyskink · 1 day ago

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Every little thing that Ford did, that most would find unusual or concerning, Stan couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his head. Every time, Ford would immediately sit on the floor instead of the couch when they watched movies. Every time Stan would wake up to a loud crash in the middle of the night only to see his brother panicking over A broken lamp or 3. Every time he had to hold his hair up while his brother threw up because he ate to fast or to much. He knew his brother was deeply traumatized, but he didn't know how deep or how most of it was caused. Part of him didn't want to know, but he wanted be there for his brother so he always asked Every time they spoke to see if Ford was willing to talk about it. Spoiler he never did, besides trying to justify it by claiming oh his muse did it cause he did something bad, he rarely elaborated any Further despite the constant begging. But at the end of the day if Ford wanted to share then he would.

With another mouth to feed, (well one that Stan wanted to make sure had a fully nutritious meal 3 times a day. Instead of Stan's usual coffee in the morning, sandwich at lunch and a TV dinner for Dinner.) Stan ran out of food quickly so a stop at the grocery store was a must. He got up early, so the stores would be pretty empty, and grabbed his brother and headed out for the store.

Ford was a bit nervous to be going. His concerns were rooted in fear of a crowded store. Stan assured him, it will be okay. It's pretty dead in the morning, and if it made him feel any better Ford could pick out any snack he wants. That got him excited, for the rest of the way there Ford contemplated on whether he should get some jelly beans, or a pack of cheddar moths, maybe Stan could let him get bubble gum icecream! Stan Could only chuckle at that level of excitement.

Inside the store Ford followed Stan around as he picked out the groceries, occasionally He would ask Ford for his opinion on certain items, Stan knew Ford didn't care what Stan picked he ate every thing, Stan once saw him eat a raw egg whole, shell and all saying he liked the crunch and the taste of blood from where the shells sliced his mouth. But still he wanted Ford's opinion. He wanted Ford to have some control of his life one cereal flavor at a time. Stan turned around, about to ask if he wanted Unlucky Leprechaun, or Cocoa-O's, when he noticed his brother Was gone. He dropped both boxes on the floor and started to run through the store to find him.

Fortunately he found him the next aisle over, Stan figured he must have gotten excited to see the Calcium-Bones on the end cap displaying a big sale sign. “Great” he huffed, he found himself in the pet aisle. And even more “great” is that he found Ford looking at big display of new chew toys. The new chew toys “Celebrating” the 25th anniversary of Weirdmageddon. Fuck.

“Hey Ford whatcha got there?”

“Look Stanley. Isn't this great! They have my muse here, and look here's me! Oh and here's Pyronica she's great oh and Teeth he's not great, oh and Eight-ball, and…”

“Hey that's great, buddy.” he said softly, Keep calm Stan keep calm don't get mad focus on breathing. I don't think he realizes that they are chew toys, meant to be destroyed by some sick owner's dog to terrorize.

“Stanley, is it alright If I get these instead of my treat? Please, just look at My Muse isn't he wonderful.” Ford just looked so happy, he couldn't say no, but he had too for Ford's own good, now how to soften the blow?

“Wow Ford, I would love too but you know money is pretty tight right now and with the twins birthday coming up I don't think now would be the best time, but I promise I'll sell something big soon and the next time where here you can pick one up. How's that sound?” Yeah that will give me plenty of time to break in and burn them all to a crisp.

“Oh. Stanley, I'm sorry… I feel terrible. Here you are trying to get the essentials. I didn't realize money was this tight. I swear I'll do what I can to help pull my weight. I think I saw a flyer for a dog show in town for tomorrow, the prize is 500 dollars. You can sign me up. This time, I'll win, I have been getting better at the tunnels, and I learned that if I dislocate my shoulders, I can squeeze through. That and since that show off Calamari is’t here, so I'll finally be the top pet around here.”

“Ford I'm not signing you up for a dog show, and you pull your weight just fine you send me all of that weirdness crap, and I am the man people come to, to buy it! My finances are none of your concern.”

“Okay…”

“Great, let's get going before the store gets more crowded.”

“You can start to check out. I'll be there in a minute. I just want to say goodbye.”

“Alright just a few more minutes”

Honestly the fact Ford didn't have a breakdown when stan said no was amazing in its own right. But Stan couldn't help shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. When they returned home Ford shut him self in the guest room. Stan figured it was because he need to charge his socal battery. It was around lunch when Stan checked in on Ford. This surprise there was talking behind the door. He carefully cracked open the door and peaked Inside. Ford was on the floor playing with the dog toys from earlier.

“Ford! If you don't stop talking about your stupid moth collection, I'm going to give you wings and pin you up to the wall for decoration.” Ford said in a high pitch voice his raspy voice could manage. Ford held the yellow triangle toy above the ground so it could “float” around the mini version of himself.

“I'm sorry, My Muse. I'll stop talking about the moths. Did you want to hear about how my appointment went? Dr. Oleander said…”

“Why the hell would I want to hear about that. Be a good boy and shut up.”

“I’m sorry my muse, I'll be quiet. I'll be a good…”

“I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP! Do you want me to rip out your vocal cords again?” Ford then took the mini Ford and slammed it on the floor and the loud squeak that came from it Stan knew he had to step in.

“Hey Ford, I'm going to make lunch. Did you want chicken nug…. Whatcha got there?” Stan said as if he didn't spend the last few minutes watching Ford. “Are those the “toys” from earlier. Stanford, did you take them?”

Ford sunk lower to the floor, tears stared to fall, “I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Stan I….I just really wanted them I…I just took these two, I swear, and I…. I gave them a squirrel I found as a trade. Please, I'm so sorry.”

“Stanford it's okay… Just breath i ain't mad about the stealing. Trust me i’ve been known to shoplift a thing or two in my day (or this morning, foods getting way to expensive) I'm just surprised That's all I thought we agreed that I'll buy them for you later that's all.”

“I know I just miss my muse so much. And playing with These help a bit.”

Hummm, that gave Stan an idea if Ford wouldn't listen to him about Cipher being a jerk wad. Maybe he would listen to the toys

“Well is it ok if I played with you?”

“Really?!”

“Yeah sure just gimme one.”

Ford gave Stan Mini Ford, and Stan looked over the toy for a dog toy it was pretty well made, and the Desiner even got all the bows and triangles right. “Hello my names Stanford, and I love jellybeans, moths, and doing research to help protect the world.”

Ford chuckled “Stanley! Fine.” He gave his Mini Muse a little hug and then went to play with Stan “Hiya smart guy! It looks like you could use a friend. you're in luck. I'm looking for a new pal. And i want to be buddies with the smart guy who was able to figure out who summoned me. Put er there, the names Bill Cipher.”

Wait what? That caught Stan off guard Ford never called Bill by his Actual name in favor of calling him his Muse. Sure he Would replace the word God with the word Bill but he would never invoke his full name like that especially when Ford was playing so calmly. Let's see where this is going. Stan took the doll and attempted to shake bills hand. “Hi Bill, do you like research. I'm in this town to do science stuff. Can you help me?”

“Sure pal! I'll help, and in exchange, you can help me with a little project i've been working on.”

“Uh… Shure. What's the project” Is Ford retelling a memory? He hates talking about the past but why is he reliving them now with the toys? What if he went against the script how would Ford react?

“Oh just a simple Trans-universal Poly-dimensional meta vortex. Should be a piece of cake with your smarts and my guidance.”

“No thank you ”

Ford looked at Stanley and glared into his eyes “that's not how it happened. Play this right.” He switched back to his Attempted Bill voice “you sure about that.”

“ OK fine I'll build your portal.”

“Fantastic!”

They played like that for a bit but Ford grew annoyed at how Stan was playing, so Stan asked if Ford could show him how to play. So now Ford was back to playing two roles well three, his research partner, (played by a discarded sock and was also controlled by Ford) mini Ford built the portal mini bill gave positive guidance. If this is what happened all those years ago then what happened? He didn't have to wait long for the answer something went wrong his research partner saw sorting he shouldn't have. And when mini Ford started to express concerns about the portal Bill grew nastier. Stan saw the Horrors of what his brother went Through through The dolls. And he saw the real Ford just talk about it as if he was just narrating a story.

Stan had enough when his brother was going into graphic detail of being chained up, starved, dehydrated, whipped, cut, sleep deprived, and thay were still only on year two of this torture. Stan did the math once and he estimated ford went through this for five years.

“Hey Ford, I didn't realize. The time we've been playing here for 2 hours, i have an important meeting I have to go to.” Please stop this Ford. I don't think I can handle one more second of this. Is this why you never tell people what happened. Do you just bottle everything up so you don't scare people with what you've been through. Cause obviously you do remember.

“WHATS WRONG STAN2” wait Ford's bill impression couldn't have improved that much in 5 seconds stan looked at Fords eyes and to his dismay they were yellow. WHATS'S WRONG YOUR NOT LIKING THE SHOW?”

“Can it let him go. I'm not in the mood for your BS.”

“AWW SO SENSITIVE ANYWAY FORDSY HASN'T BEEN SLEEPING WELL SO MY MESSAGES HAVEN'T BEEN GOING THROUGH. TELL THIS SAD SACK VACATION IS OVER AND HE HAS 72 HOURS TO BE AT THE FEARAMID OR ELSE.”

“Fuck you, if you weren't in my brother right now. I would punch you into the next dimension.”

“I WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU TRY. JUST TELL HIM OR ELSE THOSE LITTLE SCEENS HE WAS DOING WILL HAPPEN AGAIN FOR HIM RUNNING AWAY YOU GOT THAT?”

That got Stan to quiet down he knew that was a promise and not a threat “Alright Fine”

“SEE AND PEOPLE CALL YOU THE DUMB CLONE HAVE FUN AND REMEMBER 72 HOURS” before Cipher left Fords body he threw mini Ford against the wall where it landed on the guest bed.

“Huh…” Ford said while waking up from his possession. He looked around him and started to panic slightly. He caught stans eyes “Stanley do you see mini me? He should be here.”

“Oh, yeah I think he's over here.” Stan picked him up from the bed. “he uh… was tired I put him down for a nap.”

“Oh Stan your heart is in the right place, but you're just being silly. Mini Ford doesn't sleep on a bed. He sleeps on the floor on a dog bed. Hehe.”

Stan sighed “Hey Ford, do you remember what we were just playing?”

“Sorry can't say I recall I didn't know you were in this room until I woke up. Why did something happen”

Stan's heart dropped “eh it was nothing but Bi…. I mean your muse...”

“My Muse was here! Does he miss me, I miss him. What did he say.”

“Yeah he… uh misses you too and wants you back home in 3 days.”

“Oh this is wonderful! I need to pack right away thank you so much for taking care of me while I'm here.”

“Hey any time. I'm going to see if there's a bus to the bubble that's leaving no later then tomorrow morning. Not going to lie it hurts to see you go.”

“Aw Stanley thank you so much your the best brother in the world. But don't worry about me My Muse takes such great care of me! But I'll be sad to leave you too.”

While Ford was in the guest room packing Stan bought a ticket back to the bubble for Ford. he Didn't want him to go. It had been so nice waking up in the morning knowing he's safe and that he had proper food, and was loved and taken care of. And not that fake crap Cipher gives him. While still on Boogle Stan thought of an idea "come on come on you have to have a number listed…. Bingo. “ the website of one Dr. Irene Oleander was displayed on the monitor. This was the Doc that Ford talked about surely would know if something like this happened to Ford before. He scrolled down to a phone number and jotted it down on some scrap paper maybe she had some information on his brother he'll have to give her a call in the morning.

Hey, angst anon here, and I have brought you more angst. Anyway, enjoy this play based therapy sessions where Ford just zones out and narrates things he has no idea hes doing that to begin with and i did leave the ending open incase I wanted to do a second part of an awkward phone call between Stan and the doc I think that might be fun

Awwww, this is so cute!! It's also the closest thing my boy is getting to therapy for a while 💔

(This isn't the first time Ford has lit something on fire inside Stan's condo)

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awriterinthenight · 2 days ago

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Stolen Ring, Part 2-Luke Castellan

words: 1443

warnings: swearing, no real interaction between Luke and reader, but this is still important, the Stolls being icons, that's it I think

summary: After Luke stole your ring, yet won't admit to it, you decided to take matters into your own hands, and steal Luke's stuff

Thievery was an art form you quickly learned to master. Starting off small you stole Luke's favorite hat that he would wear when it was especially sunny at camp. You hung it up in your cabin as a trophy to your small victory, even though this was just the start of your competition.

It took Luke almost a week to start going crazy from being unable to find his hat. It was as if Apollo had specifically decided that week he was going to make the Sun shine as bright as possible to spite Luke. Luke being almost as smart as a door without a doorknob (which in your opinion was an insult to doors everywhere) the thought you might've stolen it as petty revenge never crossed his mind.

You felt accomplished that he didn't suspect you of anything, but also peeved that he didn't, since the whole point was to get back at him by doing exactly what he did to you constantly. You quickly deduced that you needed to steal something more apparent and significant for him to notice this time.

It was difficult for you to figure out what to steal since you didn't know Luke too well, only that he was a horrible person, and a nuisance to society. His sword was too much, for now at least, he wouldn't notice any clothes if they went missing, and he didn't have any hobbies you could steal something from. It took you almost forever to figure out what to steal, when it finally hit you like a flying show. Which was ironic since that's what you were going to steal.

Luke had a pair of Converse from his dad that had wings on them. He never wore them, but treasured them, so he would definitely notice if they were missing. You devised a rather smart plan to steal the shoes when he wasn't around. The only problem was that there was always someone in the Hermes cabin, and even if it was only one person you still couldn't risk being caught at all. Your plan was a bit risky, but it was your best idea so far.

As a child of Hades you had a small bit of power over the Earth. Your plan was to make a small rumble in the ground under the Hermes cabin, scaring the campers out, so you could then swoop in and take the coveted prize.

You could feel the slight shake from under the cabin, hear the shouts of the campers, and you took that as your cue to travel into the cabin. The feeling of dizziness caught you off guard for a second before you regained your balance. Your stupid powers had to take a toll on you, and using that much was guaranteed to take a small hit on you.

The cramped cabin was now empty, a first for the cabin. Even if the bonfire was going, or it was meal time, or everyone was meant to be at an activity, there was always at least one person in the cabin. Bunk Beds were close to each other, only barely leaving room for the kids stuck on the floor. You remembered when you were stuck in the Hermes cabin years ago, no friends, no family, just shitty campers in a shitty camp. That was when you first met Luke. Back then you would've said he was okay, till he started to annoy you till you wanted to rip every single curl off of his head. In the back of your mind you still remembered exactly where Luke's stuff was and how he had it laid out, even after all these years he never changed it. All his Camp Halfblood shirts were in a small box, while the rest of his shirts, and hoodies were in a small case. You took note of that in case you ever wanted to steal one of those from him.

The shoes were found in a box still neatly packed. You opened it to double check, then took the box, placing it under your arm to securely hold it.

Of course in your favor something had to go wrong. That was when you bumped into none other than the notorious Stoll brothers.

"Now what do we have here?" Travis said, acting curious to the scene, making you roll your eyes at him.

Connor copied his motion, "I think we have a thief," he stated, as if it wasn't obvious.

You let out a sigh before you asked, "What's your price?" They both looked confused, sharing a glance, "I mean, how much to keep you silent?"

Travis, being the older one, spoke first, "Let us think," he started, counting things off on your fingers, "First, Luke has been constantly stealing from you for years to annoy you. Second, your banter is currently the camp's main entertainment source for the past 2 years. Third, now you're finally playing Luke at his own game, which is bound to be interesting."

"Not to mention that Luke has a-" Connor was cut off by his older brother elbowing him.

"She doesn't know that dumbass, and he'll kill us if he found out we spilled it," he whispered, trying to keep you from hearing it, but you still did.

You glanced back and forth between the two, confused as to what they were talking about, "What don't I know, and why can't I know?" you questioned the two.

Connor went to speak, but Travis covered his mouth with his hand, "As I was saying, we're not going to tell on you, with or without extortion," he admitted, which was a first since the two always wanted something.

"And you're doing that because?" you asked, skeptical as to why they would let you go.

Connor freed himself, shrugging as he sat on his bed, "Its entertaining watching you two fight, we wouldn't want to ruin it."

You were annoyed that the camp saw you and Luke's hatred for each other as entertainment, but then you thought about it. It was quality drama, and sometimes your fights were entertaining, even for the both of you. So you could see what all the fuss was about, I mean hey, drama is drama.

"So I can leave and not have to talk to you two again?" you asked, ready for this conversation to be over.

Travis shrugged, "Sure, but don't you enjoy talking to- and she's gone," he said, as you shadow travelled away immediately without a second thought.

"Are we really going to let her go without telling Luke?" Connor asked, since they never let anyone just get off the hook.

Travis shrugged, sitting next to his younger brother, "Well, yeah, I mean maybe if they'll finally realize how much they like each other. Luke's crush is killing him, his misery needs to end soon. Plus I have 20 dollars and 5 drachmas, on her for who will win their weird war, and I can't lose my money," he admitted, praying to Aphrodite for his brother's misery to be over.

Connor's head flung up at the mention of his brother betting on you instead of Luke, "You placed your bet on her? I betted on Luke, seems like the better option, he's been doing this for years."

"Ah, but you see that's where Y/N has the upper hand. Luke won't see it coming at all, therefore she can probably get away with so much, and drive him crazy before he even notices," Travis defended.

His brother nodded, "Fair point, I still think Luke will win."

"I'll win what?" Luke asked, walking into the cabin, since the madness from earlier had settled down and people were slowly coming back into the cabin. Luke started to look under his bed to check for his missing hat once again, since he still hadn't found it.

"Nothing," Travis quickly said, trying to not spill the secret of the betting pool.

Connor stumbled for an excuse, "We were talking about how you were going to win capture the flag. I heard little miss dark and gloomy is on the Ares team, so you can win against her."

Luke acknowledged what they said, believing them, "Can't wait," he said, before searching under his bed frantically, "Hey, have either of you seen my flying shoes?"

Connor and Travis gave the best acting of their time, lying their asses off about what happened to the shoes. Luke was definitely frustrated by his stuff going missing, but only now were the thoughts that you would have stolen them, just now appearing to him. But you wouldn't stoop down to his level, would you?

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Part 24: Beyond

King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader

Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.

Tags: MDNI. +18. Murder. Blood. Cannibalism. Sukuna Ryomen Is The Warning Itself. Nudity. Sexual Display. Vaginal. Fingering. Sometimes fluff, sometimes angst. Beta read.

Word Count: words.

A/N: Sorry, I got sick and couldn't post uwu

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“Red?!”

The night had started badly. The ball was just a few hours away, and you were already on the verge of collapse. You stared at the dress with a mix of amazement and bewilderment, unable to believe that the king had chosen that color. The corset, coated in rubies, the soft suede skirt and the sequined bodice sparkled so brightly that you had to squint to keep from going blind. It was a masterpiece, yes, but it also went against all dress codes. Part of you knew it was your fault; after all, curses hardly understood that society ball dresses were supposed to be white, simple and coquette; not flashy, alarming and, much less, sensual.

“Yes, a very deep red,” Kenjaku, who was holding the large box containing the dress, answered your hypothetical question.

“No, I can’t wear this,” you said before reluctantly closing the box.

“Why not? It’s beautiful.”

“It is, but if you want me to infiltrate the sorcerers, this will do the opposite,” you explained.

This was a mess, a crimson-tinged mess. If you dared to wear that dress, you would stand out more than a flare in the middle of winter. It was too daring, too provocative, and wearing it would be the equivalent of throwing a glass of red wine in the king’s face. Now, infiltrating the Zen’in would be much more complicated than it should be, as if that scandalous dress wasn’t already enough of a problem.

“Is there a problem?” Sukuna asked. He came closer, seeing you arguing with your master. They had drawn the attention of some curses, distracting them from unpacking the camp for the night.

“This dress is against the dress code of the ball. If you give me some gold, I can buy another one at…”

“I know,” Sukuna interrupted you.

“You know?” You and Kenjaku asked in unison, stunned.

“It’s not the first time we spied on the sorcerers,” the king explained.

“So, did you choose a red dress on purpose?” You asked, confused.

“Our presence alone is going to make a big impression. So, if we’re going to draw attention, we might as well do it right.” Sukuna took you by the chin so you could look him in the eyes. “I want my queen to shine above all those obnoxious princesses.”

Sukuna gave you a proud smile before leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. Then, with his authoritative voice, he ordered Kenjaku to help you get ready, before retreating to personally oversee the curses keeping the camp in order. “He just wants to make my job harder,” you thought with a mix of annoyance and resignation.

The dress flowed down your long legs, further enhanced by the vibrant heels that seemed to lengthen each step. The sequins hugged your figure like a second skin, while the second suede skirt held on your waist perfectly and fell into an elegant train that followed you with every movement. This dress was unlike any Sukuna had ever gifted you; so much so, that you barely recognized yourself in it.

Kenjaku worked with meticulous precision, brushing and braiding your hair into an elaborate updo that exuded elegance. Then, he applied makeup that was more dramatic than you had imagined. Your face was sculpted with strategic shadows, dark eyeliner highlighted your eyes, and a passionate red lipstick became the finishing touch, lighting your lips like a fire that no one could ignore.

You looked at yourself in the makeshift mirror inside the small tent as Kenjaku added the last of the golden accessories to your hair. What that glass reflected was not your familiar image; It wasn't the dress, the jewelry or the complicated hairstyle that made you feel different. You were no longer the countryside girl who ran through the hills looking for the sunset with her sisters. Now, you were the fiancée of a tyrant. A question, heavy as a rock, settled in your chest: Did that make you a tyrant too?

"You look wonderful, powerful," Kenjaku whispered proudly as he placed the small gold rose-shaped necklace over your cleavage.

Powerful. Even if you didn’t feel it, you had to pretend, cling to that illusion to keep a plan built on fragile probabilities going. Now you were facing the tyrant on the immense chessboard, but blindfolded. You couldn’t see his pieces, and all you had were a handful of pawns to defend yourself. Surrendering would be the easiest thing to do. All you had to do was bow down, obey your king’s every command, and let the chains of fate hold you down completely. You still had time. But you wouldn’t. You couldn’t.

Because even if you were no longer that countryside girl running barefoot under the open sky, you knew you had to move forward. Not for yourself, but for the hundreds of girls in the commune who still were, who deserved a world where tyrants didn’t decide their destinies. You were all they had, and that responsibility was enough to harden your gaze and keep you steadfast.

“Thank you, Kenjaku.” You smiled at him through the mirror. Your teacher patted you on the shoulders, indicating he had finished his part of the job.

“Since we don’t know exactly what awaits you in the Zen’in castle. In case it is a trap, you must escape as soon as possible and get out of here. Don’t go back to camp, go back to Sukuna’s kingdom,” Kenjaku explained.

“How am I going to get there?” You arched your eyebrow.

Kenjaku pulled out of his loose sleeve a yellowish sphere that reflected a rainbow against the light. You had seen it before. It must be one of his curses.

“This is the rainbow dragon. Once it senses that you are in danger, it will come out on its own.” Kenjaku handed you the sphere.

“Where should I keep it?” You rotated the sphere, producing a beautiful change of colors on the palm of your hand.

“Swallow it.”

Your body froze at that instruction. The sphere was the size of a grapefruit. There was no power on earth that would make that go into your mouth willingly. Kenjaku had to be joking.

“I’m not joking,” Kenjaku answered you as if he could read your mind. He took the sphere from your hand. “Open your mouth.”

“He-!”

You didn’t manage to finish your complaint before Kenjaku, with relentless force, began to force the sphere into your body. You squirmed, instinctively fighting against him, but his grip was unbreakable. He mercilessly shoved the sphere down your throat, and the bitter, abrasive taste burned you as if you were swallowing poison. You coughed, trying to resist, but Kenjaku didn’t relent. With one last push, the sphere descended completely, leaving a strange, oppressive weight on your stomach that made you double over from the impact.

“Kenjaku!” You gasped, spitting out the taste of burnt oil that lingered on your lips. It was so intense that it would probably stay there all night.

“It’s for your safety, young lady.”

“Are you done?” Sukuna entered the tent.

Sukuna was wearing one of his classic black kimonos, an outfit as practical as it was imposing, designed to offer comfort and freedom of movement in case war broke out. However, his choice of clothing also blatantly defied established codes. These were much more flexible with men, allowing them to wear formal suits or military uniforms, if they hold a rank of authority. But the great king, with his characteristic disregard for convention, looked somewhat loose, flowing, even markedly feminine. It was an act that would undoubtedly ignite murmurs among the courtiers. Sukuna, as always, seemed to enjoy the provocation.

“Yes, of course.” Kenjaku said with an obedient bow.

“Get out then,” he ordered.

Kenjaku left the tent without a word, leaving the space in a silence that seemed to amplify his absence. You were now completely alone. You looked at your reflection once again, and a smile of approval appeared on your lips as you contemplated how the dress fit your figure perfectly. It was a work of art, a weapon in the form of elegance.

Sukuna approached with his imposing presence, taking one of your hands with a confidence that brooked no resistance. With a slight gesture, he indicated that you should turn on your axis. You obeyed, letting the shining fabric of the dress dance around you, while he watched you with a satisfied look that seemed to say that you were now everything he had imagined... and more.

"Who knew that a daisy could look like a rose?"

There he was again. Comparing you to a daisy. You no longer knew if he said it to mock your innocence or to flatter your beauty. Knowing him, it could be both at the same time.

"You look good, too." You smiled back at him. "Are we leaving now?"

"You just need something else."

From behind him, Sukuna handed you a small sheath. You clicked open the latch and uncovered a red dagger. It was small, the size of your hand, and had a rose engraved on the wooden handle. A subtle but lethal weapon.

“It’s cursed, it will help you in case the dance is a trap,” Sukuna explained before putting the dagger back into its sheath.

“Where am I going to put it? This dress doesn’t have pockets…” You quickly realized a possibility. “Don’t make me swallow it,” you said in fear.

“No, no, no. I wouldn’t do something like that to you.” Sukuna laughed as he saw that Kenjaku’s sphere left you with a minor trauma. “That’s what I have this for.” From his back, he pulled out a garter that was in his other hand.

“Oh, it’ll be hard to put on,” you muttered, complaining about how tedious it would be to put the garter on your thigh with such a tight dress on.

“Not if I do it,” Sukuna offered.

Sukuna made you sit back down, his low, firm voice leaving no room for protest. Then, with a calmness that belied the tension in the air, he knelt in front of you. His gaze locked with yours for a moment, before he reached for one of your legs in a gesture that took your breath away. Your breathing hitched as you realized what he was about to do.

With unexpected gentleness, he placed the tip of your foot on his knee. His rough, battle-hardened hands brushed your skin as he began to slide the garter up your leg. His thumbs moved with a slowness that seemed deliberate, almost cruel, as you bit your lower lip, struggling to hold back any sound that might betray you. The warmth of his fingers was an electrifying contrast against the cold of your skin, a fire that seemed to ignite something deeper within you.

When he reached the right height, he pulled your skirt aside with a precise movement. He pulled out the dagger that had been waiting its turn, and with almost ceremonial skill, secured it between the garter and your leg. He pulled the white ribbons firmly, tightening them in place. His hands lingered just a second longer than necessary, as if he were marking you with something more than just a weapon.

“Are you ready?” Sukuna looked up to meet your flushed face. You could only nod.

The carriage, having been destroyed in the forest of curses, had left you with fewer options. Walking was the only solution to get to the castle. Sukuna, with a mix of authority and pragmatism, carried you for much of the journey. He didn’t say anything, but his actions spoke for themselves: he wasn’t going to let the heels ruin your feet before facing what awaited them.

The path took them to the heart of the Zen’in kingdom, a place that exuded natural splendor and tradition. Leafy trees stood like ancient watchmen, while vines coiled around natural rock formations, creating a landscape that seemed straight out of a painting. The fresh air was an unexpected caress after the stuffy atmosphere of the forest. But the most disconcerting thing was the presence of humans. Elegantly dressed civilians strolled through the cobblestone streets, their suits and jewelry reflecting the opulence of the anniversary they were celebrating.

Their gazes bored into you like sharp knives. Disbelief painted their faces, some filled with fear, others with astonishment. How was it possible that a curse, the king of them all, was walking through their lands, accompanied by a human figure? You could only respond with a nervous smile while keeping a firm grip on his arm. Despite the bewilderment that hung in the air, Sukuna advanced with the same confidence with which one claims what is his.

The castle appeared before you like a colossus of stone and power. Larger and much more imposing than you had imagined, its towers seemed to touch the sky, and the shadows they cast on the drawbridge were almost intimidating. You looked up, trying to take in the full magnitude of it, but soon realized that the walls seemed more of a threat than a welcome.

When they reached the bridge, the guards tensed instantly. There were no words of warning, no attempts at negotiation. The cursed swords glowed as they were drawn, and their wielders assumed attacking stances. “Is this how you’re going to do things…?” Sukuna thought, not even bothering to hide the cruel smile forming on his face. He was ready, more than ready, to cut them into pieces if they dared to challenge him. To him, this was nothing more than a game he had already won.

“Wait!” You stepped between your king and the guards with your arms outstretched. “We were personally invited by the Zen’in kings!” You exclaimed.

“Why would the king invite a disgusting curse?!” One of the guards yelled at you.

“Hey, have more respect for King Sukuna Ryomen!” You defended your king with equal volume.

The two guards froze, as if the surrounding air had stopped. Their eyes widened, and a thin layer of sweat began to glisten on their foreheads. It was obvious that they knew exactly who they had in front of them: Not a man, but a monster, one who could end their lives with a simple snap of his fingers. Sukuna’s aura seemed to fill the space like a crushing shadow, robbing them of every last vestige of bravery. Calmly, you pulled a neatly folded invitation from Sukuna’s pocket. You held it up to them with the friendliest smile you could muster. Not out of fear, but out of empathy, as you fully understood how the poor men felt.

As they took it and examined it, the guards’ expressions changed from terror to nervous embarrassment. It was unmistakable: the invitation was authentic. They clumsily lowered their weapons, the blades clanging against the stone floor. One of them tried to stammer out an apology, but the mere lift of Sukuna’s hand reduced him to silence. They had made the mistake of defying the king of curses, and the echo of that mistake would still haunt them.

“We just want to have a nice night,” you said.

The two guards exchanged quick glances, assessing who would dare lead the unusual guests into the castle. Finally, the guard on the left let out a deep sigh, resigned to the inevitability of the situation, and with an awkward gesture, motioned for them to follow. Sukuna offered you his arm again, and together you began to advance into the castle.

The moment had come. You had to infiltrate among the most powerful humans in the world, and you would do so to the beat of the piano, with the elegance of a piece of music that begins softly, but with each note gaining in intensity. As they crossed the threshold into the courtyard, a crowd of citizens watched them with eyes full of wonder. Surprise quickly turned to fear. Whispers spread among them, wondering if they should do something about it, although, upon seeing someone as imposing as Sukuna, it seemed that not even the air dared to move. Eyes diverted, unable to sustain the weight of his presence.

Sukuna, however, was already used to this kind of reaction. The discomfort, the rejection, the repulsion… he had experienced all of it all his life. It was nothing new to him. He remembered the rocks thrown at his head, the burn marks on his arms, the bitter taste of the poisonous berries he was given when he was still just a child. He had endured it all, like someone who gets used to wounds that never heal, like someone who learns that the world will never have mercy. He was just a child, but even in his vulnerability, he was already a force that others feared.

“My king, what kind of flowers are those?” You snapped him out of his thoughts, pointing to the large purple flowers growing on the vines.

You looked at the castle with a seemingly indifferent gaze, as if everything that happened around you was of no importance. However, deep down, this was not the case. The reality was that other people's opinions affected you more than you wanted to admit. You had grown up in the shadow of a troublesome sister, and so the disapproving glances of old ladies and the murmurs of neighbors annoyed by her ineptitude were no strangers to you. You couldn't even escape when you became a maid. You were used to being the target of criticism, to living with that constant pressure of being judged for the mistakes of others. But what really worried you at that moment, more than the judgment of others, was a simple truth: you were wearing the wrong color.

“They are Clematis. They are related to wisdom, aspiration and mischief,” Sukuna answered, distracting himself from what was happening around him.

“Mischief?” You asked curiously.

“It’s known as the ‘devil’s darning needle’ because it can be toxic to humans and animals,” Sukuna continued.

“Oh, it’s a shame they’re cute,” you commented with a pout.

“The danger doesn’t take away the cuteness,” Sukuna smiled. You could only return the gesture.

You climbed the majestic white marble stairs, the steps seeming to glow under the light of the torches and the hanging chandeliers. Each step echoed softly, like a prelude to the spectacle that awaited you. Before you, the castle entrance loomed imposingly: a gigantic door, carved with intricate details that told stories of wars, victories, and dynasties. Behind that door, you knew, were kings and queens, princes and princesses, dukes and duchesses, the most influential figures in the world.

You had attended balls before, but never like this one. Your previous experiences had been with the middle class, or at public celebrations hosted by the kingdom, where crowds shared laughter, music and simple dancing. But tonight was different. This time, you would be surrounded by people who could truly change the course of history with a single word. And, though you tried to keep your composure, the weight of that thought made your heart beat faster.

The guard leaned toward the announcer, whispering their names in an almost reverent tone. Sukuna, at your side, barely seemed to notice the exchange. His gaze remained fixed on the door, though out of the corner of his eye he watched you with a slight expression of interest, as if he were gauging your reaction. As the announcer gave instructions to the trumpeters, preparing them for what would clearly be an important welcome, you felt the pressure of his hand on your back. With a firm, but almost imperceptible gesture, the king indicated for you to correct your posture.

“You are standing next to the most powerful king in the world, act like it.” He asked you not to be intimidated by what was on the other side of the door.

You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with air as if that could dissipate the tension that compressed your chest, and nodded with determination. Sukuna was right. You had no royal blood, no superhuman powers, nor the refined education necessary to compete with that elite. But you did have something that they could not take away from you: guts. And that would be more than enough to stand firm and not let anyone trample you.

The blare of the trumpets broke the air just as the huge doors of the hall swung wide open. Their sound abruptly interrupted the melody of the orchestra and the perfectly choreographed dance that filled the room. The gazes of those present immediately turned to the entrance, where two figures defied everything they expected.

“Sukuna Ryomen, the king of curses and owner of the East Coast, has arrived, along with his partner, Miss Y/n!” The announcer exclaimed to the four winds.

No one applauded. The room, a sea of impeccable military uniforms and white dresses that radiated purity and tradition, was filled with expressions of shock and horror. The contrast could not be more striking: Sukuna, a colossal curse that seemed to absorb all the light in the room with his mere presence, and you, a small lady walking beside him in a red dress as intense as blood itself, as if every step you took was a statement against their norms and customs.

The murmur began to spread like a wildfire, drowning out the last echoes of the trumpets. Everyone seemed to hold their breath, unable to take their eyes off the scene unfolding before them as they moved out of his way. Aware of every gaze that was fixed on you, you clung a little tighter to Sukuna's arm. You could feel the gazes piercing you, but you stood tall, remembering the guts that had brought you here would also be the ones that would take you further.

The hardest part was about to begin: presenting yourself before the kings. You had imagined finding an elderly couple, figures covered in gold from head to toes, with faces weathered by years and responsibilities. However, the reality was completely different, and you couldn't help but feel surprised.

The Zen'in kings sat on majestic thrones, made of white gold, with intricate details of emeralds and green quartz, which shone under the light of the huge chandeliers in the hall. Their youth was disconcerting. At first glance, they seemed only a few years older than you.

The queen was the first to catch your attention. Her dark hair, elegantly cut, framed a kind, almost innocent face, which was illuminated by a calm smile. Her white dress, designed with a simplicity that contrasted with the excesses of the room, made her appear ethereal, as if she were more spirit than flesh. There was something about her that was disarming, a warmth that almost made you forget where you were.

It was the king, however, who truly dominated the space. Even seated, his figure projected an imposing presence. He was tall, his black hair falling naturally over his forehead, and his burly body was hinted at beneath a familiar military uniform. You had seen that design on Commander Naoya, but here, on the king, it seemed like a perfected version. The medals that adorned his chest were not just symbols of achievement, but trophies that spoke of undisputed authority and power. And then there was his face: handsome in an almost insulting way, as if nature itself had decided to give him everything it took to rule. “If Mrs. Inoue saw this, she would faint right here,” you thought wryly, while trying not to let your amazement be evident.

Unlike the rest of the room, they showed no fear. Not a hint of doubt was reflected on their faces as they saw you and Sukuna cross the threshold. Instead, they watched you with measured curiosity, almost as if they were sizing you up. It was a complete contrast to the palpable tension that filled the room. Here they were, the two monarchs of the Zen'in Kingdom, sitting on their thrones as if nothing in the world could touch them, not even the arrival of the King of Curses. And that, more than any murmurs or glances from the others, put you on alert to begin the real party.

"King and Queen Zen'in. It's a pleasure to meet you. We deeply appreciate your invitation," you said as you bowed respectfully to them, unlike Sukuna who only scrutinized them in the same way.

"It's about time. After years of sending the poor idiot Commander Naoya to deliver the invitations and not a clue given in return," King Toji laughed at the situation, cutting the tension in half as the rest of the party continued to watch the scene intently.

“It's a pleasure to meet you as well,” Queen Nozomi added.

“Let me tell you, you have a beautiful kingdom. It's so warm and vibrant, unlike Sukuna's kingdom,” you commented with a friendly smile.

That's how your plan began. The art of conversation. Starting a pleasant chat until you got to the information you wanted to get. You had no idea what information you wanted to get, so anything would be good.

“I'm glad you enjoy our architecture. The vast majority of our buildings are over 400 years old. A true heritage to our culture,” the queen replied elegantly.

Queen Zen'in was just as she appeared to be: charming, warm, and above all, exceptionally polite. Her voice, soft but clear, flowed with impeccable diction, as if each word was measured with precision. Her eloquence was enviable; a skill that you, despite the endless lessons Kenjaku gave you, could barely replicate without nervousness creeping into your tone.

The king, on the other hand, observed everything with a different attitude. His fixed and calculating gaze soon realized that the orchestra had stopped playing, the waiters remained in the kitchen, hesitating whether to come out or not, and the guests continued to look at the scene in disbelief. A slight snort escaped his lips, as if all that uncertainty was an unnecessary distraction.

“What are you waiting for to play?! This is a party! What?! Have you never seen a curse before?!” Toji scolded everyone. Even you felt scolded.

The orchestra, without further delay, began to play again, its notes breaking the silence that had filled the room. People returned to their conversations as if nothing was happening, even though they could now only talk about what was right in front of their noses. The first meeting of King Ryomen and King Zen'in. Something that seemed impossible after a long history of enmity.

"Seriously, I'm very glad you came. This is a historic day!" Toji said excitedly.

"Let's get to the point. Why did you invite me? What do you want?" Sukuna answered coldly, causing the Zen'in kings to become dissatisfied.

"Oh... excuse him, King Sukuna is a very direct person," you said to dispel the tension.

"There's nothing to apologize for, young lady. I'm the same," King Toji told you. "I invited him for business, obviously."

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, becoming curious. That simple action, so subtle and loaded with meaning, only fueled his growing curiosity. What kind of business could King Toji be seeking with him? The very idea seemed absurd. It was unthinkable that a human being, whatever his status or power, would want to negotiate with someone like him. Sukuna, a curse of such magnitude, so distant from everything human, so imposing and destructive, could not understand what could lead a human king to even consider such a proposal. But something in the king's gaze, something in the calm with which he had made his offer, told him that there was more than met the eye. And that "more" was precisely what kept him on edge.

"Why don't we talk about it in private? The sooner we talk about it, the quicker we can get back to the party, right?" King Toji stood up from his seat. Sukuna gave you a look to be alert outside his presence.

Toji led him down a hallway, leaving the party behind. People were dancing harmoniously to the song with great elegance and joy on their faces. Under the bright chandeliers, around the soft music and on the beautiful marble floors. The piano sounded harmoniously in your ears. You smiled at the sight of the pianist, the star of the show, playing his master instrument while his body couldn't help but move to the beat. You wanted to join the dance floor already.

"Why don't you take a seat?" Nozomi offered you the king's seat when she saw you standing.

"The throne? No, I couldn't," you refused flatly.

"Oh, come on. The queen is ordering you to." Nozomi told you sweetly. Since you didn't want to offend the queen, you sat on the great throne. "Tell me, what exactly are you to King Sukuna?" She asked you curiously.

"His servant. He only invited me so he wouldn't arrive alone. What kind of king would arrive alone to a high society ball?" You said as if he had forced you to come.

"No... You're not just his servant." Nozomi smiled at you with a certain mischief in her eyes. Your heart skipped a beat in your chest. "You're his lover, aren't you?"

"H-how did you realize?", you asked while you thought: "Great, I went from servant to sex object.”

"You can see it in his eyes. It's easy to notice when he has four," Nozomi joked, but then her expression turned nostalgic. "He reminds me of my Toji, he had that same look when we were dating. King Sukuna is completely in love with you."

You quickly realized that she didn't mean "lover" in the vulgar sense of the word. But in the romantic sense. You had noticed it too, that was why it was so easy to sweet-talk him with the technique Yorozu had taught you. The problem now wasn't with him, but...

"The real question is, what do you feel for him?" Nozomi inquired, thinking she would make you blush in embarrassment.

"I love him," you admitted seriously, surprising the queen suddenly. "But, I can't allow it. He's a damn tyrant," you said, holding your skirt in anger.

You had accepted, albeit silently, that you were in love with him. You had known it long before you dared to admit it. You looked for any excuse to be near him, to steal moments from him amidst his constant authority and his world of chaos. You strove to make him happy, to offer him the best of yourself, to be at his level and feel you could walk beside him with dignity. You loved him. There was no other way to describe what you felt. You had loved him even before you realized it, perhaps even before he, with his cold, but undeniable determination, had first proposed to you.

There was something about him that captured you, something that made you feel alive, that lit a fire inside you that no one else could awaken. The way he managed to surprise you, how he saw something unique in you, how he treated you with a delicacy that clashed with his brutal nature, all of that made you think no one else in the world could compare to him. He had transformed you, not only into who you were now, but into someone who had learned to desire, to yearn, to need.

But there was a dark weight to that love. His actions, often cruel and vile, were a poison that ate away at the foundations of what you felt. Over and over you found yourself caught between two extremes: the man who made you feel like a precious flower and the tyrant who destroyed without mercy. That duality tore you apart inside.

And then you wondered: Was it really love? Did you love him for who he was, completely, with his virtues and his monsters? Or had you simply fallen under the spell of his attention, the way he made you feel wanted, special? Was it love or a disguised obsession, born from his ability to fill every empty corner of your heart? That doubt, always present, was the crack in your passion. Maybe, what you felt for him was not as pure as you liked to believe.

“Such a dilemma,” Nozomi whispered beside you.

“Sure it is,” you nodded.

“You remind me of myself when I first started dating Toji. I loved him, but I was too afraid to get close because he was a strong commander and the heir to the throne, while I was just selling bread.” Nozomi scratched the back of her neck, somewhat embarrassed to admit it.

She told you her love story with a warmth in her voice that seemed to envelop every word. It was simple, almost like a tale that could have been lost between the pages of a forgotten book, but in her eyes shone the intensity of something unique.

“I was just a countryside girl,” she began, with a nostalgic smile.

Nozomi worked as a delivery girl at the family bakery, bringing freshly baked breads to the castle every two days, always before breakfast. Her routine was simple, almost monotonous, but she had a secret that made those trips special. From the courtyard, she could see young Prince Toji getting ready for the day through his window. Her eyes always ended up looking for him between the huge windows. One day, driven by a mixture of nerves and bravery, she timidly waved at him. Against all odds, he returned the gesture, but not in an indifferent way, but with a flirtatious smile that made her heart beat faster.

From then on, every morning, the same scene was repeated. Week after week, Toji began to wait for her at the same window, as if the day could not begin without that brief exchange. And then, after months of silent greetings and furtive glances, the king finally took the next step. He waited for her in the kitchen, a place where the walls of royalty seemed to crumble, to meet her face to face.

In the middle of her story, Nozomi's stomach began to hurt. Quickly, you approached to try to assist her, but she gestured to you that she was fine.

"This pregnancy is really testing my patience," She joked softly.

“Are you pregnant?” You asked, surprised you didn’t notice before.

“I’m barely two months pregnant,” she commented. “Do you want to feel?”

On the opposite side of the castle, hidden in the shadows of the maze of vines, a commander and a young woman who the former only known for a few hours were in a scene that was far from anything romantic. He was kissing her aggressively, squeezing her breasts tightly and possessing her ass as if she were nothing, just another toy in his collection. The poor girl was screaming in pain, but she didn’t push him away as she was dealing with the attractive Naoya Zen’in. The brightness of Naoya’s position and his almost perfect face seemed to override any desire to defend herself, even as her moans of pain mixed with the whispers of the wind in the labyrinth.

For Naoya, this was simply an empty ritual, another distraction in the middle of a busy and frenetic life. As a commander, he rarely had moments to “relax”, and these events became the perfect excuse for his personal hunt. There were always women willing to fall into his trap, fascinated by his lineage and his looks. But to him, they were interchangeable, ephemeral toys that lost their luster in a matter of minutes.

This one, in particular, was so boring that she seemed more like a rag doll than a companion. Not even her screams or her dedication could hold his interest. With a mix of contempt and disgust, he pushed her aside as if she were a used garment, leaving her there, alone and humiliated. The young woman called out to him, her voice cracking with confusion and pain, but Naoya had already left, ignoring her pleas with devastating indifference.

With a cynical smile and the air of someone who knows he can get away with anything, Naoya appeared back in the ballroom. His superhuman speed made him stand to the epicenter of the party in the blink of an eye. He adjusted his uniform, impeccable despite his recent “amusements” and let his gaze wander around the room, looking for a new victim to pass the time. It was then that something caught his attention. Amidst a sea of white dresses, a flash of crimson glowed like a living flame.

“What the fuck…?” He whispered angrily to himself.

There you were, the damned servant who had the nerve to shoot an arrow through his back, chatting calmly with Queen Nozomi. The two of you were laughing, as if you were old friends sharing a secret, with your hands holding her belly in a relaxed posture, as if you didn’t have a care in the world. And worst of all, you were sitting on the king’s throne, with a naturalness and impudence that stabbed a pain in his chest.

He strode forward, every movement emanating suppressed fury, as his teeth ground together with each step. His gaze fixed on you was all it took to make the air in the room thick, tense. When he finally stood before you, his presence was imposing, charged with a silent rage that only someone like him could possess.

“What the fuck are you doing here?! Get your stupid ass up!” Naoya grabbed your arm to pull you off the throne.

“Commander Naoya!” Nozomi scolded him. “I asked her to sit down!” She defended you.

“No, Queen Zen’in. It was my fault, I shouldn’t have agreed in the first place,” you said to calm the waters. “See you again, Commander Naoya.” You greeted him with a bow.

“And what a horrible sight you look like,” Naoya replied, crossing his arms.

“And that’s why it’s not good to see you again.” You mimicked his stance.

“There, there.” Queen Nozomi stood up from her seat to scold the two of them. “Now King Toji is making a deal with King Sukuna. If all goes well, it means we’ll see each other more often. You two should try to be friends,” she said with a friendly smile.

“Friend of this disgusting maid? I’d rather die,” Naoya muttered, to which Nozomi gave him a smack.

“Enough!”

The room erupted in applause as the last note of the song faded into the air. The musicians, after a brief sigh of rest, prepared to begin the next number: The Phantom Waltz. An ethereal and moving melody, so perfect in its complexity, it felt as if time itself vanished in its lullaby. You knew it almost by heart; It was one of the first pieces you had tried to play on the piano, though its difficulty had led you to look for something simpler to begin practicing without ever losing the desire to master it one day.

The queen, noticing your gaze fixed on the musicians and the slight glint of recognition in your eyes, smiled to herself. A flash of cunning crossed her face, as if she had just conceived an idea that could change the course of the night.

“Commander Naoya, invite the young lady to dance,” Nozomi ordered.

“What?!” They both objected.

“Do you really want to disobey the queen?” She raised her eyebrow in threat. Naoya sighed dramatically in surrender. He knew his cousin would kick his ass if he disobeyed. You felt like you no longer had a say in the situation.

“You better know the steps,” Naoya took your hand before pulling you onto the dance floor. You looked at Nozomi with pitying eyes, but she only gave you a thumbs up in good luck.

Naoya held you by the waist firmly, his fingers gripping as if claiming something that never belonged to him. His posture was rigid, clearly making it known that this dance was not a gesture of courtesy, but a display of control and superiority. Wasting no time, you adjusted yourself into position, placing your hand on his shoulder, while his other hand maintained its possessive grip. Without a word, the two of you began to move, merging with the stream of dancers who twirled to the beat of the waltz.

The steps were fluid, perfectly synchronized with the music, but there was a palpable distance between you. Each of you looked in the opposite direction, like two children caught in an awkward interaction, pretending not to notice the other's closeness. Naoya kept his expression of bored arrogance, while you tried to keep your composure despite the surrounding gazes.

The ladies in the hall watched you with a mix of jealousy and resentment, whispering behind decorated fans. For them, you were an intruder in their territory, a mere stranger, occupying a place they believed was reserved for one of them: the arm of the young commander of the Zen'in. But, despite their obvious disdain, you couldn't ignore how some envied the attention he bestowed on you, even if it was laced with barely concealed condescension.

“They really hate you,” Naoya mocked you.

“Let them keep doing it,” you said indifferently.

“Hey, just because you have a dress that stands out from the others, doesn't mean you do. You're still a useless servant of a disgusting curse.” His intentions were clear. He was trying to annoy you as much as possible, but you wouldn't let him.

“I don’t care about in the slightest what a stupid, pedantic commander thinks.” Your partner smiled with satisfaction.

“Oh, honey... I know I'm the worst,” Naoya whispered in your ear. “But I still have status, strength and a face carved by angels.”

“By demons, you mean,” you replied quickly.

“You can pretend all you want, but I know you're melting being so close to me.”

“I better go back to the damn hell where you came from,” you whispered to him so no one would hear you.

Naoya smiled, enjoying the spectacle of your frustration. For him, your emotions were a toy, something delicate and easy to manipulate, and he did it with the same ease with which a cat plays with a mouse. The song reached its last beat, marking the perfect moment to execute the final twist: a tip. An opportunity that he, of course, planned to use for his own entertainment.

Even though he didn't consider you the most beautiful woman in the kingdom, there was something about you that intrigued him. Maybe your resilience, your stubbornness, or simply the challenge you represented. His eyes briefly lingered on your lips, tempting and painted in such a deep red that they seemed like a beacon calling to him. Yes, he had already decided.

"Wait... He wants to...?" you thought, confused, noticing the direction of his gaze. It was absurd. What kind of man enjoys irritating a woman and then pretends to kiss her like it was nothing? It was clear you had to act quickly. The music was ending, and Naoya, confident in his ability to get his way, already had the plan outlined in his mind: a smooth and controlled movement, lower your body elegantly and seal the moment with an unexpected kiss in front of the crowd. He was so sure of himself that the sparkle of triumph was already appearing in his eyes.

But you weren't willing to be part of his game. As he moved his hand down your back, preparing to execute the final twist, you took control. With a calculated move, you slid your arm behind his back and, in one swift movement, pushed him off balance. Before he could react, you lightly kicked his foot, destabilizing him. In the blink of an eye, it was him who fell towards you, caught in your arms.

The entire room held its breath, surprised by the unexpected twist. You had made the perfect tip, but with Naoya in the role he would never have imagined: vulnerable and at your mercy. His arrogance was now replaced by a mix of disbelief and a spark of irritation. But you only smiled, triumphant, making it clear that you were not a piece on his board, but a player on yours.

“Look who’s melting now,” you whispered to him as his lips were just inches away.

Naoya had never felt so humiliated, embarrassed, angry, blushing, aroused… His emerald eyes were in shock that his heart was racing as fast as him. No, this couldn’t be happening to him. He was Commander Naoya of the great Zen’in nation, he couldn’t fall under the charms of a maid. A maid who stood up to him. A maid who beat his speed. A maid in a beautiful red dress. A beautiful maid… The applause at the end of the song submerged you, but you didn’t raise it. You wanted to make him suffer a couple more seconds. Naoya parted his lips thirstily, but you weren’t going to give him a drop of yourself.

The trumpets began to sound again, just in time. Someone important had arrived. You reluctantly picked Naoya up and moved away from him to make way on the dance floor. He backed away, confused, lost in the chaos of his emotions. The people around you gasped at the sight of who was in the Zen'in Kingdom, lining up so they could reach Queen Nozomi easily. You felt like you did when you were a maid, lining up against the wall to greet Sukuna.

“Here they are, King Kento Nanami of the Nanami Kingdom and King Satoru Gojo of the Gojo Kingdom!” They announced.

You were stunned to see the kings enter the hall, their presences capturing every glance. “Why are all the kings so handsome?” you thought, almost offended by the injustice of their beauty. First there was Sukuna, with his lethal and magnetic aura; then Suguru Geto, enigmatic and imposing. Then, Toji Zen'in with his great musculature. Now, King Nanami and King Gojo seemed to raise the standard even higher.

King Nanami was a work of perfection: tall, blond, with an impeccable bearing that seemed sculpted for a royal portrait. His navy blue military uniform, adorned with medals, reflected his discipline and elegance. His perfectly coiffed hair and shiny shoes made him look like the ideal dream husband, the kind of man every mother would want for her daughter. His seriousness only amplified his attractiveness, as if every gesture of his was a poem of sobriety and strength.

And then there was King Gojo, your sister hadn’t lied. King Gojo was prettier than her.. His snow-white hair shone under the lights, and his flawless skin had a glow that defied all logic. He wore a white yukata with traditional patterns of the Gojo kingdom that made him look even more ethereal. The blindfold covering his eyes only added to an air of mystery, though it couldn’t hide his colossal presence. If Naoya was a devil made flesh, Gojo seemed to have descended straight from heaven.

Both kings advanced through the hall, their steps filled with a natural majesty. Those present fell into a collective bow, bowing deeply to their authority. Naoya, who had known both of them for years, was already ready to greet them with that friendly arrogance he reserved only for his equals. But he stopped short when he noticed that Gojo had changed direction, advancing directly towards you.

Nanami also stopped, his gaze shifting to where his colleague directed his attention. Suddenly, you felt as if the surrounding air was compressed. Halfway into your bow, you found yourself looking up, caught up in the curiosity of the moment. A shiver ran down your spine at the strange feeling of déjà vu��

Gojo, with carefree ease, pulled the blindfold up to his forehead, revealing what could only be described as a pair of divine treasures: lapis lazuli blue eyes that seemed to hold the entire night sky within them. You were instantly mesmerized, your breath catching in your chest. “Those eyes!” you thought in awe, unable to look away. It was as if a spell had been cast on you, one impossible to break.

“Yorozu?” He asked you.

“Huh?”

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lanawinterscigarettes · 1 day ago

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For the ficmas thing, may I request Stu Macher with a transmasc partner who's gift to Stu is letting him body worship them and give them (sloppy/eager) head during sex as a present. Also a bit of breeding kink too as a treat for Stu.

ofc you can! thanks so much for the ficmas request, I love this idea sm <3

Ficmas Day 1: Stu Macher with a transmasc reader who lets him give them eager/sloppy head as a present (includes body worship and a breeding kink)

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, cunnilingus (reader receiving), swearing, body worship, breeding kink/unprotected sex (please wear condoms irl)

"Come on, babe, just tell me what my gift is already!" Stu begged for what seemed like the thousandth time that day, clasping his hands together as he dropped down to his knees in front of you. God, he was always so dramatic. "Please, babe, please, please, pl-"

"You say please one more time and you're not getting anything until New Year's," you warned in a threatening tone, something that got him to shut up pretty quickly.

His family was going away on some type of trip during the holidays, so you'd agreed to exchange gifts with each other early. He'd already given yours to you, but you'd been holding off on returning the favor, wanting to have him begging for it first, which is certainly what he did.

"Babe-" He began before you cut him off with a stern look.

"I'm going to let you eat me out, and then afterwards you can breed me all you want," you said after a moment or so as you finally revealed your gift to him.

The second you said that, his jaw dropped, his face splitting into a wide grin mere moments later. "Oh, baby, that's the best gift a guy could ever ask for," he excitedly replied as he stared up at you from the spot where he was still kneeling on the floor.

"I figured you'd enjoy it," you spoke with a teasing smirk as you reached out to place your finger under his chin, tilting his head up. "Stay here for me while I get undressed. I'll let you know when you can join me on the bed."

He nodded his head eagerly in understanding. As much as he wanted to be able to rip your clothes off you himself, he also didn't want to have to wait until he came back from his trip to get his gift if you decided to punish him for his eagerness.

You stripped yourself naked before laying down on the bed, spreading your legs as you made a come hither motion with your fingers. He lept off his spot on the floor the moment you gave him the okay and not a second later, quickly scrambling to rid himself of his own clothing before joining you.

Despite how needy he was, he still took the time to worship every single inch of your body first, placing sloppy kisses all along your chest and down your stomach as his hands caressed any and every part that his lips didn't reach.

When he ate you out, it was like a starved man who'd gone days without having any food to eat. His broad hands were placed firmly on your thighs, keeping your legs open so they couldn't close around his head.

Soft pants and moans escaped from you as you laid there, one of your hands moving down to grip at his hair, directing his head so that his nose would bump against your clit as he eagerly ran his tongue through your sopping wet folds.

"Mrph-" He made a muffled sound of delight at your hand in his hair, one that traveled from your pussy all the way down into your very core.

"Fuck-" You swore loudly as you came for the first time, your legs already shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. It took you a moment or so to regain your bearings and catch your breath, something that certainly wasn't helped by the way Stu still had his head shoved between your thighs. "Enough already," you scolded while pushing his face away, causing him to look up at you with a childish pout.

"Aw, but babe! C'mon, I wasn't finished yet," he whined like a petulant toddler who was refusing nap time.

"Do you want the second half of your gift or not?" You asked in a serious tone that made him shut up right away. "That's what I thought. Now come over here and fuck me already."

"Yowza- Yes, sir," he said with a wide grin as he moved further on top of you, pushing down his boxers just far enough to be able to pull his cock out. He pumped it a few times using his fist before lining it up with your entrance and slipping it inside.

It wasn't hard to tell how excited he was given the way he started to move the second he was inside you, barely even giving you the proper time to adjust. "Christ, baby, you feel so good-" He commented as his hands moved down to grab onto your hips as he roughly thrusted in and out of you. This was the first time you'd ever allowed him to fuck you without a condom on, and he was loving every second of it.

"Ngh- You're so big-" You whined loudly as your arms moved to wrap around his neck, your hands clawing at his shoulderblades. "Can't wait until you cum in me-"

"Yeah? You want me to cum inside you, fill you up so that you can get nice and pregnant for me?" He questioned with a sly smirk while wrapping your legs around his waist so he could plunge his cock in even deeper, your walls fluttering around him uncontrollably.

You nodded at his words, digging your nails into his shoulders as you began moving your hips up in time with his, desperately seeking friction. "Yes- Need it- Need you- Fill me up, please-"

It was getting harder and harder for him to hold himself back at your pleas. "Are you gonna cum for me, baby, huh? You gonna cum for me, too?" One of his hands found its way down to your swollen clit, his thumb rubbing at it harshly in a way that had you letting out a loud, drawn-out moan.

When he came, so did you, his hot, sticky seed filling you up to the brim as your walls clenched tightly around him from the sensation of his tip brushing against that extra sensitive spot within you. Neither of you spoke for a moment or so after as you tried to catch your breath, your chests rapidly rising and falling with each. "That was amazing," you muttered once you were able to speak again.

Stu gave you a sly smirk at your words, rolling his hips against yours in a way that had you mewling. "Yeah? Wanna go for another round?"

"Fine, but-" you began as you flipped him over onto his back so that you were on top of him now. "-I get to be on top this time."

His smirk widened into a full blown grin at that, and it was clear you'd be getting no protests from him on the matter. "You're the boss, babe."

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sho-tournament · 2 days ago

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HELLO!!!

It's me @proshipwanderer ! I've been wanting to do a gimmick-y proship related blog for a while, and I haven't seen anyone do a shota bracket yet so here we are! I got most of these by skimming tags, asking for recommendations and yoinking some found on @derangedfujoshi 's blog!! (hope the @ is okay!!)

I have 40 participants lined up, popular and obscure shotas alike. The tournament will likely start on 12/3 around noon EST if I remember lol

Possible FAQ??

q: "Why didn't you include (xyz character)??" a: I can't include every single shota, there'd be too many!! I picked out 40 that I a) knew about, and/or b) liked the designs of. My personal tastes heavily influenced the participants I'm sorry in advance

q: "Why is (xyz character) here? He's not a shota." a: I have reasons why I picked the characters that I did! Not every single one is going to be the "perfect" shota, and that's okay! As long as they have shota-like qualities, they qualify :)

q: "Why are you doing this? I don't like this and I don't like proshitter pedos like you. kys" a: IDC stay mad!! If you don't like it just block me and move on, you'll never have to see me ever again!

The participant starting lineups are listed under the cut! Hiding them just in case some people like to be surprised with the options :3 (also sorry i couldn't figure out how to make a tournament graph anywhere so it's all just typed out)

Mitsuba Sousuke (Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun) vs. Laphicet (Tales of Berseria)

Elias (Dragalia Lost) vs. Angkor (Elsword)

Nagisa Shingetsu (Ultra Despair Girls) vs. Es (MILGRAM)

Mitsukuni "Honey" Haninozuka (Ouran High School Host Club) vs. Dantalion (As Miss Beelzebub Likes)

Len Kagamine (Vocaloid) vs. Hitoki (Okegom)

Headspace Basil (OMORI) vs. Misha (Honkai: Star Rail)

Tsubaki (Shota Oni) vs. Lloyd de Saloum (I Was Reincarnated as the 7th Prince so I Can Take My Time Perfecting My Magical Ability)

Hanako (Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun) vs. Kana (Fire Emblem Heroes)

Akira (Kemono Jihen) vs. Scorpion (ZeroERA)

Hom (Atelier) vs. Yuma Kuga (World Trigger)

Akita Toushiro (Touken Ranbu) vs. Tarith (Elsword)

White (Promise of Wizard) vs. Angepitoyeir (Megaman)

Miya Chinen (SK8 the Infinity) vs. Jataro Kemuri (Ultra Despair Girls)

Julei (Visions of Mana) vs. Haste (Epic Seven)

Mousse (Food Fantasy) vs. Young Aqua Hoshino (Oshi no Ko)

Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler) vs. Kokichi Ouma (Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony)

Zero (ZeroERA) vs. Leo (King's Raid)

Young Louis de Sade (The Case Study of Vanitas) vs. Chenxi (Love Nikki)

Jack Mouton (Visual Prison) vs. Luca Oriflamme (The Case Study of Vanitas)

Voyager (Fate/Grand Order) vs. Gin Ibushi (Your Turn to Die)

All participants were randomized!!

#proship #profic #sh0ta #sh0tacon #sh0tac0n #proshipper #profiction #op is a proshipper #proshipper safe #proship please interact #proshippers please interact #antis dni #anti anti #proshipping #antis do no interact

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m00nkissedlover · 1 day ago

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・｡love in full bloom 💐

"the highlight of my life and my reason to keep going is you~" (inspired by the song "In Bloom" by zerobaseone (zb1))

regulus black x reader | word count: 2,073 words

summary: it's you and regulus's one year anniversary 💐 (feat. a few other marauders era characters)

warnings: kinda rushed towards the end, other than that, none <3

note: reader is gender neutral (like always unless i specify). i used they/ them pronouns, but feel free to change them to your preferred pronouns while reading :D

regulus arcturus black.

it still baffled you to this day just how you managed to snag him. you'd been merely minding your own business, when you got paired up with him for an assignment. your gut churned as you remembered the things people had said about him. that he doesn't take kindly to new people, that he's rude and stuck up, that he cared for no one but himself.

but you quickly came to realize the the poor boy was just...misunderstood. while working with him, you slowly started to realize that you two had more in common than you thought. though he wasn't very good at expressing himself out loud, you still did your best to understand him.

the day he'd confessed to you was probably the best day of your life. he did it in a corner of the courtyard, bashfully stumbling over his words until you leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. saying he was over the moon was an understatement. his friends and brother were too, specifically sirus and barty who were hiding just around the corner, their heads hanging in shame when you confronted them. but in truth, regulus owed them big time for the help.

present day

you couldn't sleep last night. you were too excited about what was to come the next day: you and regulus' one year anniversary as a couple. to think it had already been a year since that cute little confession. you two shared many sweet (and some not-so-sweet) moments together, your bond growing stronger each day.

"someone seems excited!" lily quipped as she sat on your bed, watching you get ready for the day.

"of course they are. it's a very special day for them and mr. black." dorcas teased, marlene making silly kissing noises in the background.

you rolled your eyes, grabbing a pillow and playfully chucking it marlene's way, the blonde letting out a soft "oof!", the pillow still hitting her face as she caught it halfway.

"come on! tell us, what's reggie got planned?" she asked, tossing the pillow back to you, which you skillfully caught.

"that's the thing. i don't know. he hasn't told me anything." you answered, tossing the pillow up in the air and catching it.

"ooh, ooh! i bet he's gonna do something super romantic." dorcas exaggerated, a lovestruck sigh leaving her lips.

"sorry, but i don't particularly think "romance" and "regulus black" sit at the same table." lily said, making you stifle a laugh.

"hey, well at least he's trying." you said, some sympathy in your voice as you grabbed your bag. "everyone ready?"

the other girls nodded, the four of you taking your leave to class for the morning.

meanwhile...

this was bad. really bad. it was no secret to the boys that regulus had been racking his brain for days, trying to figure out what to do for your one year anniversary. it was evident that he wasn't really much of a romantic, but he tried for you.

unfortunately, the others weren't much help, either being as empty headed as he or giving him rather basic suggestions.

"candle lit dinner?" sirus suggested. "with flowers and music?" remus added.

"we did that on our first date. it'll look tacky if we do it again." his brother moaned.

"just buy some snacks and cuddle in your dorm or something." barty said, spinning a pencil between his fingers.

"barty, this is a very special day. we can't do something so simple. plus, we already do that all the time." regulus confirmed.

"how about you make something for them?" evan chimed in.

"that could possibly work, but then what?" regulus buried his face in his hands, a groan of frustration leaving him.

just as he was about to give up, james pipped up, tapping his finger on the table. "i've got something. but it'll take a some effort from all of us."

regulus slowly lifted his head, looking in james's direction. "i'm listening..."

james snatched the pencil barty was twirling and grabbed a sheet of paper, starting to scribble things down and sketch somethings out. the boys huddled around him, regulus's mouth falling agape in surprise.

"james....you're a genius." regulus said, gently squeezing the gryffindor's shoulder.

"you can say it again, i don't mind." james mumbled, pushing his glasses up in a moment of pride.

"don't get cocky." the dark haired slytherin sighed, bringing his hands together. "alright, we've got seven hours to put this all together. this is a very special day for us, so i will not tolerate any mess ups."

"aww, look! my little brother's all grown up!" sirus said, wiping away imaginary tears and earning himself an annoyed glare from the other black brother.

it was now lunchtime and the girls (+ barty and evan) wouldn't stop pestering you. the reason, unbeknownst to you, being that regulus asked the two boys to keep you occupied. from that request, they contacted the girls and got them in on the little scheme.

"soooo, what did you prepare for our awkward little lover boy?" barty snickered, poking you in the side and earning himself an annoyed glare.

"it's nothing special, really." you muttered, your cheeks turning as red as the strawberries on your plate as you thought about your gift for regulus.

"that's code for: "i actually spent 3 days staying up till 5 am trying to construct the perfect gift for my lover, but i'm insecure about it." " pandora "whispered" to the boys.

"pandora!" you yelled in embarrassment, scoffing as she hid behind her brother before you could cover her face in carbonara pasta.

"ooh, spill, spill!!" dorcas gushed, clinging to your arm.

you let out a sigh of defeat, rummaging through your bag. "if any of you tell him about this, i'm turning all of you into red newts." you threatened.

"oh, i'm so scared!" barty said in a tone of mock fear.

you rolled your eyes and pulled out a small box. "i know how much reggie loves his jewelry, especially rings." you began, opening the box.

everyone immediately crowded around, sticking their heads in your space. you had to clear your throat and give them a little nudge before they backed off.

you reached inside and pulled out a chunky ring. you couldn't even get a word out before dorcas yelled.

"YOU'RE PROPOSING TO REGGIE?" that earned her a smack in the back of the head from marlene.

"thank you, marlene." you giggled, shaking your head. "obviously not! can you all be patient?"

as everyone settled down, you brought the ring closer. it had a wide, silver band and a chunky, dark emerald green jewel. there was a clasp on it too, like a locket. you pulled the tiny clasp and opened up the ring.

"what are you gonna put inside?" evan asked.

"maybe i'll write him a letter or something..." you said, resting your chin on your palm as you looked at the ring. "i just hope he likes it..."

"oh, trust me, he'll love it! and you'll love what he's planning for yo-! ow!" barty yelped as evan stepped on his foot, giving him a slight glare.

"anyways, he'll definitely like it. don't sweat it, bub." evan mutters, getting up to leave with barty before any beans were spilled.

fast forward, and it's almost midnight. and you haven't seen or heard from regulus. all. damn. day. when you asked the others about him, they'd have to lie right to your face, telling you they hadn't seen him, or that he's "busy." busy with what? they wouldn't say.

you were now sat on your bed, finishing up your gift for regulus. you twirled the ring between your fingers, a slight frown on your lips. just where the hell was he? was he avoiding you? maybe...he didn't want to celebrate your anniversary anymore. you decided to sleep it off, placing the ring in its box and finding comfort under the fluffy duvet.

you hadn't even been asleep for an hour, when you were awoken by the sound of tapping at your window. when you went to go see what it was, you saw a messenger owl with a little slip of paper tied to its leg. you quickly untied it and unraveled a small slip, scanning its contents.

"meet me in the courtyard." ~R

you knew exactly who wrote this. you were quick to pull on your uniform's jacket, grabbed the ring box and slipping it into your pocket as you left. you soon arrived at your desired location, looking around. you frowned as you saw no one there, clutching the slip of paper.

"hello? is anyone here?" you called out, just to be met with silence. "reggie?" nothing.

just as you were about to leave, you noticed something moving out of the corner of your eye. or rather...someone.

"LET IT RIP, BOYS!" you were not expecting to hear barty yelling....and you definitely weren't expecting to get rained on!

as you ran for cover from a slight shower of rain, something covered you, the rain stopping momentarily. you glanced up to see none other than regulus himself.

"reggie-" you mumbled, your heart skipping a beat. the dark haired slytherin gave you a soft smile before looking out at the courtyard. "now!" he yelled, eliciting a confused mumble from you.

just then, your favorite flowers began to bloom on the grass around the two of you, coming around to make a heart. your hand covered your mouth in shock as pretty wisps of color swirled around the two of you.

you were speechless as you looked at regulus, feeling his free hand cup your cheek. "you did all this...for me?" you asked, tears starting to well up in your eyes.

"of course. i know i'm not very good with doing romantic stuff, but...i wanted you to know how much you mean to me. i love you more than anything, i swear it. you make me feel things i've never felt before and...you're very special to me."

you felt tears streaming down your cheeks, your hands fumbling to pull out the ring. "reg, this is....this is beyond beautiful. i-i can't thank you enough. uh, i hope...." you sniffled a bit, fanning your tear stained face. "i hope you'll like my gift."

you opened up the box, revealing the emerald ring. regulus's eyes widened, his heart swelling with love in his chest. "y/n, it's beautiful-" before he could finish, you opened up the ring.

he held it and peered inside, his heart melting. inside was two tiny drawings you'd made: one of him and one of you. they were rather cute, making the slytherin feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"what would i do without you? i'll cherish this ring for as long as i live." he smiled, starting to tear up himself. regulus leaned over and whispered to you.

"i hope i'll get to return the favor one day." your eyes widened as he said that, your breath catching in your throat.

"wait, you mean-?"

"yes...i mean it. in the future, i want to be with you. i want to marry you, y/n l/n."

and with that, regulus pressed a soft kiss to your lips, letting the umbrella fall. you gladly kissed him back, smiling like an idiot into it. right on cue, the rain drops around you became rose petals, their sweet scent filling your senses.

the sound of clapping and cheering pulled you two out of your little moment. you pulled away to see the whole gang standing there, stupid grins on their faces.

"how did you-! wait...so all of you were in on this?" you asked, a slight gasp leaving you.

"exactly. this was actually all james's idea." sirus said, shaking the gryffindor by his shoulders.

"happy anniversary, you two!" james said, his cheeks coloring a bit.

you couldn't contain your gratitude, rushing over and hugging him pretty tight. "y/n, can't...breathe..."

"sorry, sorry!" you giggled, pulling away and rushing to hug everyone else. "i love you guys, truly! thank you for making our night so special."

"of course! now get outta here, lovebirds!" dorcas teased, winking at you.

you intertwined your fingers with regulus's, making your way back to his dorm. the rest of the night was filled with cuddles, stolen kisses, and words of love and affection.

you felt truly blessed to have met regulus. you'd truly found your soulmate. 💐

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