#SORRY DEAR ASKER I HAD TO LET IT OUT SOMEHOW

[hg-aneh]

HI!!

so this post of yours got me thinkibg:

And I found a whole entire AMAZING FIC LIKE ITS SO GOOD 👌 where that’s the plot

idk if you can see the link but if not, it’s called Factory Settings on A03 so if your interested please give it a look I BEG

it’s legitimately so good

Oh, I've been reading it, it's currently in my bookmarks actually, and it's pretty lovely

but I thiiiink that fic has Crowley turn back into Twinkliel instead of having them both exist at the same time, which is what my idea was skbfs

I know there's a similar fic to that that was written before s2 came out where Crowley gets split into his demonic and angelic halves (find it here), buuut this isn't what this is either

Think of it as Aziraphale accidentally making a new Twinkliel out of an older record of Crowley in the Book of Life

Like restoring a file

The point here being that they're not the same person, Twinkliel's name was,,, lets say "smudged", and on top of it, Crowley's was written.

Aziraphale tried miracling the "smudge" to combine with Crowley's current name but he ended up separating them and making Twinkiel part 2 electric boogaloo

Crowley's still the same (aka still has memories of his fall and life as an angel) because his current name encompasses those experiences already

If you're an artist you can see this as restoring an older, unfinished version of a piece in paint tool sai whilst still having the finished piece file open in another tab

[poisonappletales]

Oh my, I think Ambrosia needs your help X from the clutches of the provocative Unknown. ( To be honest I think Arsenik would be rather infuriated from Unknowns advanced grabbing and persistence)

Previously: Unknown begins to drag Ambrosia to his house!  Crossover whooo.

“What?! What is he doing now? Let me at him. Who cares what Arsenik thinks? I got this.” [He charges down the path to the right!] “Okay, where is he? No, not over here? Uhh…”  [He charges down the path to the left!]

“Aargh! I’m wasting time. Hey, you disembodied anonymous asker you, why didn’t you give me directions?! Okay, fine. You mentioned Arsenik, so maybe he knows.

Yo, Arsenik! Where’s Ambrosia?”

“Oh, hello! I haven’t had the fortune of seeing her today. Is there a problem?”

“Seriously? Don’t you have, like, a tracking device on her or something?”

“No. I’m not a stalker.”

“Maybe you got her schedule memorized?”

“I’m really starting to question how you see me. But…last I recall, she was seeing that man from the Vi and Unknown. Don’t tell me a certain blanketed fellow is causing trouble again.”

“I’m not telling you anything because I can handle this. Do you know where she was seeing that Vi guy and Unknown?”

[Wind lets out a sigh.] “I’ll find her.”  [He takes off down the street with feral speed, following her scent.]

“Whoa! Where’d you come from? But if you know where Ambrosia is, I’m coming with!”

[In the meantime, Unknown has taken Ambrosia to the plush pink and red room…of a Love Hotel.]

“Here we are, love. ♥”

“Um…I don’t remember your house looking this way.”  [At last, Unknown allows her to retrieve her hand from his grip. She can’t help but notice that it’s always after he takes her to whatever destination he pleases.]

“Oh, well, this is my house today. I reserved the room for us all day and all night.”

“Not too shabby.”

“Hmm? You came with us, too?”

“Just in case she decides to ask for my help.”

“If she cries out, it’ll be from pleasure, not distress, hehe…!”

[While they talk, Ambrosia slips over to the door and tries the knob. There’s a jangling noise, but nothing gives way.]

“Oh, that won’t work, mon petit oiseau. I locked the door. From the inside.”  [He grins. He more so broke it than locked it, but they didn’t need to know that.]

“So, we’re all locked in here. That’s interesting.”

“Well, I do have a key.”  [He drops down onto the lavish bed, sitting on the edge of it with his legs sprawled apart. He beckons Ambrosia with a gesture of his hand.] “If you want it, come play with me, darling.”

[She looks back at him with an unreadable smile, one hand lingering on the cool doorknob.] “Play with you.”

[He nods, the amusement in his smile growing.] “Yes.”

[She begins to walk across the room.] “Shall we play cat’s cradle? Or a game of go?”

“I don’t have any string or stones. Unless you do.”

“Then, I spy.”  [She stops in front of the window, casting her gaze out across the sky, ablaze with the setting sun.] “I spy with my little eye…”

“Oh, how about we make it fun? If I guess it right, you have to take off something. In your case…I’m thinking your sash? Hehe…of course, if I’m wrong, I’ll take something off for you, too.”

[joking:] “How scandalous.”

“You can leave anytime, you know.”

“How can I? You locked the door from the inside.”

“I spy with my little eye something black, white and yellow.”

“Something black, white and yellow…you’re looking out the window, so it has to be outdoors. Like a cat?”

“I was thinking more of a dog.”

[Her smile widens imperceptibly.] “You’re both cold, but you’re even colder, Sir Unknown.”

[She takes a few steps back just as Wind comes smashing through the window in a smattering of glass. He lands on one knee, his dark hair whipping around his white shoulders and his golden eyes flashing.]

[As he straightens, he says to Ambrosia:] “Why are you standing so close to the window? Did you want me to hit you?”

[She giggles behind her curled fingertips.] “I was thinking of climbing out if you didn’t come. And if they threatened anything more than a game.”

“You must have some kind of death wish.”

“Well, we both guessed wrong, Unknown. Does that mean we have to take something off now?”

[His eyes narrow at Night, who wears one of his easygoing smiles.] “You - what kind of weird game were you playing with her? I’ll kill you.” [He begins to stalk towards Night, like a hunter with its prey.]

“Sir Wind, wait, he hasn’t done anything -”

[It’s too late. Wind’s nails have already lengthened into claws, and he barrels straight at Night, slashing at him like a wild animal.]

“Sir Wind!”

[At that moment, the door comes flying off its hinges, and Unknown swings to the other side of the bed before the heavy thing slams against the opposite wall. In the entrance, X stands with his darkly gloved fist extended.

He’s in Aries Mode, long purple hair unfurling from the green and black above it. His eyes are silver, like liquid mercury. Flames dance around him in a rippling aura.]

“Boom boom, baby! I’m here to save the day, princess!”

[She’s having sudden flashbacks to his drunk texts, and she gives an inadvertent chuckle.] “Sir X…I’m not sure how any of you knew I was here, but you really know how to make an entrance, don’t you? It’s a little more stunning than it needed to be. I feel sorry for the owner…”

“Oi, Poison Apple Tales. You ought to give me another picture for when I’m in Normal Mode. Otherwise, it’ll look like I’m in Aries Mode all the time! Loses the impact, you know? Make sure that pic’s twice as big as this one!”

[Seeing Wind faced towards Night, X stops breaking the fourth wall to turn his attention towards them.]

“Huh? So, he’s the one causing trouble for Ambrosia? I thought it was Unknown, but it was really you?”

“Are you assuming it’s me because Wind’s giving me the stink eye?”

“Shut up and die!”

“Yeah, you won’t last a second against me.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but…Sir X, Sir Wind, please stop bothering him!”

“You brainwash her or something? You’re dead now, scum!”

“Yeah, you aren’t getting away with hypnotizing her!”

“Really, he hasn’t brainwashed or hypnotized me! Oh dear, neither of you are listening, are you?”

[Sidling up to her:] “That’s all right. That just means there’s more of you for me. How about we keep playing somewhere else…?”

[His arm moves to curl around her, but before he can make contact, a gloved hand settles on her shoulder, easing her out of Unknown’s reach.]

“They might have the wrong conclusions for whatever reason…but I can see it clearly. You were the one harassing Miss Ambrosia, weren’t you? Like always.” 

[Arsenik’s hand remains on her shoulder in a protective clasp. He glances down at her with a reassuring smile.] “I beg your pardon, Miss Ambrosia. I hope I haven’t overstepped any boundaries.”

[She manages a small smile, but her body is faintly tense.] “Just please don’t break anything.”  [She glances once more at Night, who somehow manages to evade most of X’s and Wind’s attacks.] “Oh my goodness…”

“Hahaha! You want to fight, too, Arsenik?”

“Oh, I would really prefer if we settled everything peacefully. Neither of them - Sir Night in particular - has done anything to warrant this level of chaos!”

[with a hint of teasing:] “I’m surprised if you think there’s anything worth chaos and mayhem.”

“Let us solve this through words. But I can understand if these men of action need a teensy bit of action, too.”  [She steps away from Arsenik’s protection and hurries towards the fighters.]

“Miss Ambrosia?” [His brows furrow with concern, but he decides to trust her.]

[He doesn’t stop her from throwing herself in front of Night with her slender arms outstretched.]

“Sir X, Sir Wind, please stop!”  [At the last second, Wind’s claws and X’s flaming fists halt, hovering just before her small face. Beaming at them, she dips forward in a traditional bow, her hands clasped together as usual.] “Thank you.”

“Are you crazy? Move out of my way!”

“Hey, don’t shout at her. What is it now, princess? If you’re scared of seeing blood, you can go in another room. But I think you’ve seen me splattered in it before.”

“First, believe me when I tell you I’m not under any sort of brainwashing or hypnotism. The man you’re attacking hasn’t wronged me today.”

[joking:] “Just every other day.”

“It’s true that I didn’t intend to come here, and I appreciate your intentions. But, my dear sirs, if this how you’re planning to be…then I might as well enter a courtship with Sir Unknown and let him take me wherever he likes.”

“Oh?”

“What?!”

“There’s no way that’s happening.”

[His shoulders droop a little as he murmurs:] “M-Miss Ambrosia…was this your plan…?”

“Hey now, there’s no need to go so far!”

“Now, now, I rather not enter a courtship like this either, Sir X.” [Her gentle voice grows even softer.] “Then, how about you..start cleaning up this mess? If this was your house, you wouldn’t like seeing this either, would you?”

“Are you really saying you rather be with Unknown than have us trash the place?”

“He’s why you broke the window, isn’t it? Then, I’m simply removing your reasons for violence and anger. If I’m giving in, he isn’t forcing me to do anything and I won’t need your help.”

“Cut it out.”  [He whips around, marching towards the broken window.] “You just want the glass out of the way, right?”

“I’ll see what I can do about that door, but mark my words, princess. If you go out with him without any feelings, I’mma cause trouble all over the city. I’ll break in every door, burn up every window. So, don’t you dare.”

[chuckling:] “You’re so scary, Sir X! There’s no right answer with you, is there?”

“My way is always the right way. Remember that.”

“I wonder if the neighbors were disturbed by all the noises…I should explain our circumstances to them. I’ll be back to help you later.”

[She gives a bow before excusing herself from the room.]

“Please allow me to accompany you, Miss Ambrosia.”  [quietly:] “You were truly amazing today…”

“Kihihi…!”

“Something funny?”

“Oh, it’s just that - this is a love hotel. So, if they’re seeing the neighbors…hahaha! I wish I could see the look on their faces when they knock on the door…!”

“I imagine the neighbors would be just as surprised to see how they’re dressed. Virgo Island style.”

“Ah, and did you hear what my petit oiseau said? She’ll go out with me if they cause trouble again.”

“You thinking of riling everybody up?”

“I’m thinking about it. I enjoy seeing her resist, too. She’s so cute.”

“Hmm. Interesting preference. I prefer my women willing, personally.”

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that either. Gyahaha!”

“What are you two bozos mutterin’ to each other about?”

“Mon petit oiseau. She’ll be mine soon, thanks to you.”

“Not a chance. Now, fix this door with me, will ya? You caused this mess in the first place, so chip in.”

“Oh, but that’s no fun. Catch me if you can.” [He slips out of the room, laughing.]

[At that, Wind begins to head out as well.]

“Hey, where you going? You didn’t get all the glass yet.”

“None of your business. I just don’t trust that feather-wearing scum.”

“Arsenik? He looks like a prim and proper guy to me. Harmless. Hey…”  [Before he even finishes speaking, Wind is gone.] “Great. Leave fixing everything up to me, why don’t you? You going to scram too, Night, or are you actually going to pitch in?”

“You seem to have a good handle on things. I’ll be at the bar next door, having a drink. Feel free to join me.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Slack off like everybody else.”  [As Night goes, X looks down at the broken door that he just hefted up.] “All right, have to fix the door - and the window - and clean up all that broken glass. I can do it.

When Princess gets back, I’ll let her know I did all the work. No one’s stealing this little red hen’s bread! Plus, she’s gotta like that - a real handy man.” 

[He turns the door this way and that, as if it’s some kind of giant jigsaw piece.] “Now, how am I supposed to put this back? Do I use glue or something? Yeah, that’s gotta be it…”

To those who celebrate it, Happy 4th of July! Have a great one.

On a side note, don’t be afraid to toss in asks like this - interacting with the little “story” I have going on here! I enjoy weaving in a thread of continuity with some of these asks, making the characters remember what happened before and so on.

So, if you want to influence things and make something fun happen, go for it!

[mafiabosstsuna]

Hi ! Can we get a continuation of the Vongola using the 10 yr bazooka and breaking up with their s/o but Intsead of acknowledging it and sadly moving on they try and win their s/o back ? For Tsuna , Hibari & Mukuro please ? ? Ps I would just like to say thank you to all admins running this blog. The query you held a little while ago was amazing and I took delight in reading all of it !

COMPLETED

~I would like to thank the asker- a-court-of-nightmares- for this opportunity. Just so everybody knows I am absolutely honored to be taking this up where it left off. Admin Reborn is hella talented. Just for that I am breaking my rule of headcanons only. I can only wish that my writing this will do the ask justice. I hope you enjoy.

P.S.: In case you guys don’t know about the submission we are referring to then you can find it here:  http://mafiabosstsuna.tumblr.com/post/150134511107/can-we-have-vongola-10th-generations-reaction~

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Tsuna

Somehow Tsuna made it to the meeting place. He waved off the negligent attendant’s apologies distractedly and took a seat in the chair that had been reserved for him. Recklessly he ordered a bottle of brandy and a glass filled with ice hoping he could distract himself with enough drink to unsee what he had seen just a few minutes ago.

He wanted nothing more than to curl up in his chair back in the mansion with a bottle of better brandy than this shit he was being currently served and wallow in his defeat. He wanted time. Time to get over you again. Time to pick up the shattered pieces of the broken heart he now thinks he may have brought upon himself.

“Sir, the client has arrived.”

Tsuna looked up, his expression sour. His eyes widened however when he recognized the man who was now looking at him with hat in hand, shoulders and head bent in humility.

It was the man you were with out on the street earlier!

“Sir,” the escort still by your side began introducing the man. “He is the one asking for the loan extension.”

Tsuna kept his face composed and flicked his fingers imperiously, signaling for the man’s file and flipping through it half listening to the man’s pleas even as he fought the trembling in his body at being this close to the man that had been the cause of his doubt. Of his rage. Of his poor judgment.

He stopped flipping through the man’s file when he came across a photo of you. You were just sitting there at an outdoor café drinking your favorite iced latté exhibiting all the mannerisms possible on one still moment that Tsuna had remembered all too well. And again he felt like breaking down.

“I see you have a beautiful… fiancé?” he had to say the word through gritted teeth. It felt wrong, so wrong to refer to you as anyone else’s fiancé.

“Ah! Yes!” the man before Tsuna nodded eagerly. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she? Took me some time to get her but you know how women are. Give them enough time and they’ll eat right out of your hand if you tame them well enough, know what I mean?”

The insinuation made Tsuna sick and it was all he could do not to smash his fist into the douchebag himself however… another thought came to his mind.

“If I asked for her as collateral,” Tsuna began. “Will you sign her over?”

The attendant in the room stared at his Boss in barely concealed shock but it transformed into full blown disbelief when their client almost immediately nodded in agreement in a most eager fashion.

“Of course! No problem! I can get the money back in less than a month!”

The cold smirk Tsuna gave him should have warned him of his doom.

Tsuna had surveillance on you; detailing your whereabouts and habits. Making sure that your faithful fiancé did not pawn you off as collateral to anyone else which the man had tried to do several times trying to secure more money much to Tsuna’s disgust. It was only a matter of time before the month is up and not even a farthing showed up to save you from getting sold to him. He’ll take care to have the fool put in prison for embezzling later.

That night your fiancé surprised you by dressing you up and taking you out to dinner to a very fancy restaurant. It had been a while since he took you out claiming he had been busy with work. He had then driven you off to a five star hotel and you assumed he wanted to spend time with you there. You felt that nagging guilt in your heart that you were being unfaithful again. Unfaithful to the memory of the man who had thrown you away but you quashed that thought immediately. This was your life now. It did not belong to anyone else but you any longer.

The moment you entered the penthouse suite, however you were in for the surprise of your life. Because there, standing in front of the wide windows framing the city’s nightscape was the same man who had haunted your every wish every night since he broke up with you. Looking so much more mature, so much more tired and jaded and oh so handsome your heart couldn’t stop clenching painfully.

But your will was stronger now. He made you stronger by breaking up with you. So with a flaming gaze you stared right back at him with narrowed eyes.

“What’s the meaning of this?” you asked, still looking into those gold burnished caramel eyes you have missed so much. The fact that they shone with recognition of you made it hard for you to swallow the lump down your throat and keep a straight face.

“I’m sorry, my dear,” you turned just in time to see your fiancé backing out of the room looking guilty but much more anxious to get away than anything else. “But he owns you now.”

“Wha­―?” your words were cut off when the door closed behind him.

You ran and tried to open the door, wanting to demand an explanation but knowing deep inside your soul that you had been betrayed. However the door was locked from the outside. You have had your suspicions and you knew he had been having money problems. You just assumed he was over them when he took you out to dinner tonight. You never even suspected it was going to be your version of the ‘Last Supper’.

“It won’t open,” Tsuna’s voice behind you made your shoulders stiffen. He sounded so near. In your dreams it always seemed as though his voice sounded so far away from you. Like there was a chasm in between yourselves that you can never cross. “I have the only key card that will open that door from this side.”

You leaned your forehead against the door and took a few deep breaths to give you strength. Control, you needed control. You needed strength not to break down like a loser and keep at least a smidgen of dignity in this horrible, horrible mess.

“I am a person.” You finally say, straightening your shoulders but not yet turning to face him. She needed a little bit more time for that. “I’m not something you can own.”

“Really?” What happened to his voice? How could it be so low and yet still be so… Tsuna? It made every carnal part of you shiver in desire. How can he still do that after all these years? After all he’d done? “Your fiancé didn’t seem to think so. He was quite eager when I suggested he make you his collateral for the loan I lent him.”

You pursed your lips but finally managed to renege enough righteous indignation to turn around and finally face him. Your eyes defiant and stubborn, glinting in the candle light scattered across the room. “You tricked him, didn’t you? What did you do?”

Tsuna couldn’t stand being the object of your accusations. He had always been on the receiving end of your loving scrutiny. He was so shaken by your hate that his hand shook slightly as he reached for the bottle of champagne he had set on a nearby table along with a bowl of your favorite ripe strawberries. He drank an entire flute trying to avoid your gaze.

“What do you want?” you continued to question him, your voice beginning to shake with anxiety. “What are you going to do to me? Are you going to sell me into prostitution now? Are you going to make me pay you for every cent he owes you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous―”

“Then let me go―”

“I can’t do that―”

“Then what the hell do you want?!”

“I WANT YOU TO LOVE ME, DAMN IT!” he yelled as he threw the champagne flute on the floor, meeting your eyes with his burning ones, the brown disappearing in a fiery sort of gold that reflected his anger, his frustration, his unadulterated passion. “I WANT YOU TO LOVE ME!”

“I DID LOVE YOU!” you yelled back, the tears hanging on your lashes now as all the pain, all the confusion, all the betrayal gushed from your chest. “I LOVED YOU AND YOU THREW ME AWAY LIKE SO MUCH GARBAGE, TSUNA! YOU BROKE ME IN PIECES WHEN YOU LEFT ME! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG IT TOOK FOR ME TO PIECE MYSELF BACK TOGETHER?! DO YOU?!”

“Please―”

“EIGHT YEARS!” you shouted back, cutting him off as you finally lose the battle with your tears, taking a step back when he took a step towards you. “EIGHT YEARS I WISHED EVERY NIGHT YOU’D COME BACK! EIGHT YEARS OF ALMOST GOING INSANE WANTING YOU! EIGHT YEARS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT I DID WRONG!”

Tsuna pursed his lips in determination as he strode towards you. Teeth gritted, will resolved and heart hurting because it always hurt him when you cried. Always. Always.

“No! No no!” you tried to run away from his approach but he pinned you against the wall he caught you in front of and caught you in a kiss so filled with longing and want and need it made you lose strength in your limbs. By the time he released you all you could do was stare back at him in hopeless surrender, your tears trailing down your cheeks. Still angry, still scared to death, but still so hopelessly in love with him you could barely stand it. “What do you want from me, Tsuna? Please, I’m begging you… I won’t be able to survive this a second time. Don’t do this to me…!”

“Fuck destiny,” he muttered against your lips, breathing hard, pressing his body against you hungrily as he did so. “From now on, I’m making my own damn future.”

Tsuna then whisked you to the bedroom and took you on the bed with the urgency of a man who finally had what he wanted after a long, long time of being denied. He ignored your protests until they dwindled into moans and gasps and kisses and caresses.

To him whatever he said now was useless; he had already hurt you with words. From now on he will show you he wanted to keep you forever using his actions.

Hibari

But even as he turned to walk away the images of that stranger wrapped around you so lovingly, your lips fused with someone else’s that was not him played like a mocking song over and over in his mind. It felt a lot like listening to that damn pineapple’s laughter.

It just wasn’t acceptable!

And he couldn’t help but realize he was being such a herbivore for running away when he could just get his revenge on the man who ruined his life by sending him flying off right in front of you before walking out of your life forever and end this undying regret!

This wasn’t him. This was not Hibari Kyouya.

He turned around, intending to put his thoughts into actions but the sight that played before him made Hibari’s whole being deflate.

“You son of a bitch!” Hibari heard you screech in that way that had always annoyed him back when you were together. You used it on him whenever he was ‘being particularly overbearing’ or so you might say. “What the hell did you think you were doing?! What part of “I am not interested in you that way” did you not understand?!”

“Come on! You’ve been single for as long as I’ve known you!” the man whined in frustration. “Give me a chance, damn it! Whoever it is you’re holding out for it’s obvious he’s never coming back!”

“That is none of your goddamn business!” you yelled back, voice even higher pitched than the last one before turning and preparing to walk away.

But apparently the infatuated pup was not ready to give up just yet and made another attempt to grab at you and before Hibari knew what he was doing, he had his fist dislocating the man’s jaw.

Hibari stared down at the man he had just knocked down cold, his mind a mess of jumbled thoughts of truths and facts that rendered him speechless and still now mocking him with even more malice than the sight of you wrapped up in another man’s embrace.

The truth that he made a mistake oh so long ago.

The fact that he had broken up with you for nothing.

He wanted to throw up.

“Kyouya…?”

He looked up at your whisper and you couldn’t help but gasp at the utter devastation you could see in his face. It was an expression you had never thought you would ever see on the visage of the Cerberus of Namimori. Your breath caught at your throat before reality caught up with you and you scowled right back at him, pursing your lips to keep them from trembling.

You didn’t want to remember anything anymore. It hurt too much.

“I’m calling an ambulance, I’ll tell the police someone mugged him. Get out of here.” You told him quietly as you took your phone out.

But he caught your wrist in his one large hand and then suddenly, his face was buried in the crook of your neck and your eyes widened at how cold his skin felt. At how much he’s trembling. His free arm wrapped around you so tight you just knew it would be impossible to free yourself from his hold.

He took your phone from your hand and dialed blindly. He then put it in his ear and waited for a familiar voice to pick up.

“Hello?”

“Kusakabe.”

And this time it was your turn to shiver.  He was talking right against your skin; you could feel his lips softly brushing your neck like a new paintbrush and your tears sprang from your eyes as the memories started flooding in at how you owned them once. It was all you could do not to melt against him. It was all you could do not to surrender yourself to the feel of him so close to you once more.

Lord it’s been so long…

“…Kyo-san?”

“Send a medical team over to the park. Someone’s probably in a coma.”

“Yes, at once.”

He dropped the phone on the ground without even bothering to end the call and wrapped his other arm around you. Just as tight. Just as desperately. And all you wanted was to revel in the feel of him, the scent of him against you and surrender everything that you worked so hard on to survive after he sent you away.

But you can’t. Because even though you were you, you will never be strong enough for this. For him.

“I think you better let go now.” You cursed at the lump caught in your throat that made it difficult for you to speak. You swallowed hard and steeled yourself up. Donning the invisible armor you had honed throughout these years. “Let go, Kyouya.”

He didn’t respond. All he did was hold you tighter and nuzzle his face against your skin like a puppy desperate for some form of affection. Wanting you to take him and give him a home.

And you understood that. You had always understood him despite his lack of words. It was the reason why you knew you loved him. Just one glance, one touch, one gesture and you knew what he wanted. What he needed.

There was once a time when you would have moved heaven and earth to make sure he got what he longed for. There was once a time when you would have offered a pinkie just to make him happy.

But it was different this time.

You understood but the wounds he left you ran far too deep; far too painful for you to risk yourself to the pain one more time. He had left you weak and wanting. He had managed to tear you apart.

“Please,” you begged him in a broken whisper even as you try to step out of his embrace, your tears already falling. “I don’t have another heart left to break.”

He clung to you and you bit your lip when he started trailing kisses against your neck in a desperate attempt to make you stay.

“Kyouya…!”

“I made a mistake. I doubted you,” you trembled at how hoarse his usually smooth voice sounded. It was as though he had been gargling glass all of a sudden and you felt your knees weaken at the raw emotion in his words. “But I need you. I never stopped wanting you. I never stopped loving you. I can’t let you go.”

He then pushed back a little to look you in the eye and the tortured expression on his face coupled by the grim resolution on his lips and the sheer longing in his eyes did you in. But the next words that came out of his mouth shattered you in a million little pieces and it was then and there that you knew― just knew― that you were already beyond saving from the influence of this man.

“I’m sorry.”

Mukuro

He made it as far as the restrooms before he felt his legs give out. Never before had he been so overwhelmed with such loss and longing that it rendered him almost incapacitated. Oh how the Skylark would have sneered at him if he could see him now.

But he couldn’t help it. He missed you.

Always, constantly, like a well worn song that was always on replay. These past ten years were a series of alternate contrasting feelings of him trying to crush your memory and clinging to it with every strength he had left.

Mukuro leaned his forehead against the mirror in front of the sink and allowed himself to wallow in the memories.

He could still remember everything clearly.

The sight of you, the feel of you, the scent of you…

Even after all these years― even after all the other lovers― he still wore your memory like a warm blanket against the cold loneliness he made for himself.

He punched the wall in an attempt to bury the emotional pain with the physical one. He failed miserably.

His contemplation was interrupted when the door to the restroom opened and the man you were with came in and went straight for a urinal. Mukuro observed him from his reflection in the mirror.

He looked like a decent sort. Not devastatingly rich but confident enough in his finances to wear branded clothing. He looked like every ordinary person Mukuro had ever seen on the street and he wondered what you saw in him. He wondered how you treated him.

The man finished and stepped beside Mukuro to wash his hands. He nodded politely at the illusionist as he ran his hands under the faucet and suddenly a furious jealousy rose like a tempest in the Mist user’s heart. Perhaps he can indulge one more time? What was one more sin on top of all the others he had already committed? Surely the universe could look away just this once?

Before he knew it he took over the man’s mind and rendered him insensate and took all his identification and keys. He sent Chikusa a text to tell his minion to pick up the man and take it to their hotel and have him stay there until further orders. Mukuro then gave the man a mental prompt to hide in a bathroom stall and lock it before conjuring up an illusion of the man to cover over his own appearance. Chikusa should be able to open the stall without any problems.

Mukuro then stepped out of the restroom and approached your patient self and his heart pounded in excitement when he saw you direct that tender smile at him again after all these years. The pleasure was so raw and aching it almost sent him on his knees. You allowed him to take your hand and Mukuro almost moaned when he felt your thumb circle the back of his hand as you both walked out of the library. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He kept bringing your hand to his lips for lingering kisses. They still smelled so heavenly…

You both arrive in the apartment you were sharing with this man who’s skin Mukuro was wearing and again jealousy stabbed at his heart as he saw the photographs and all the little things that declared this place your love nest with that accursed stranger.

Mukuro wanted to destroy it all. He wanted to pour gasoline over every single available space and burn it to the ground.

“Darling?” Mukuro looked up at you with his eyes still in a blind rage at your call. You took a step back in fright at the murderous look in his eyes. He thought you were going to run but instead you stepped forward the way you have done with him all those years ago. And like all those years ago you held his face in your hands and caressed his cheeks soothingly. “Darling, is everything okay?”

Mukuro couldn’t help it. He looked into your tender, loving eyes and shivered like a man finally given warmth after being stranded out in the cold for too long. Your touch felt too good. Your voice made him bite his lip to stop himself from moaning out your name and letting go of his tears.

“Sorry.” He finally managed, kissing the palm of a hand still caressing his face. Taking a good long whiff of the scent that had haunted his deepest, darkest dreams all these long, long years. “I was just… Thinking.”

You pulled his head towards yours until your foreheads touched and you placed a tender kiss on his lips even as your eyes glowed with sad understanding. “Are you still thinking about my first love? The one I told you about last night?”

Mukuro’s breath caught. Were you talking about him?

“It’s alright. I made you a promise didn’t I? I’ll love you. I’ll love you as much as I can. And when we’re married I’ll forget about him. I promise.”

The words made the madness explode in his mind. Mukuro couldn’t take it anymore. With a dry sob he caught your lips in a kiss so hungry, so needy it almost tore you apart. His whole body shivered as you responded generously. Gracefully. Instinctively giving him the comfort you felt he desperately needed. He pushed you on the carpeted floor and tore at your clothes in his desperate need to devour you. To have you. To hold you. And you responded with gentle, calming caresses that drove him mad with want.

It made him insane. Insane that you would give all this to anyone else but him. Insane that he was not a good person who deserved someone as kind as you. Insane that being with you defied his law of karma.

Forget him? Forget him?

Fuck that!

“Darling…” you panted underneath him as he roughly pulled your skirt up. The straps of your dress already torn and fallen around your now exposed chest currently bruising from his kisses. “What’s going on? You’re acting strange…”

Mukuro responded by catching your lips in another bruising kiss and you arch your body underneath him, unable to control your responses to these familiar caresses… These familiar kisses… This familiar scent…

Wait.

“Say my name…!” he begged against your lips as he began to slip your underwear down your thighs.

Suddenly you push him away from yourself and your eyes, no longer hazy with desire but now filling up with horrified realization, stared right back up at him. Your lips forming the only name that made sense in your mind.

“Mukuro…”

Mukuro allowed the illusion over his body to melt off and showed you the need and fury on the face of the man who had never gotten over sending you away. He ripped your underwear off and pulled your legs apart before practically proceeding to tear his fly open.

He was beyond sanity, beyond reason. Before the only person he had ever wanted logic had no place in his mind any more.

“No!” you protested as you try to move away. “No, you can’t do this! Where is he?! Where’s my fiancé?!”

“He’s safe, my love, don’t worry. For now at least.” Mukuro replied, catching your thighs and dragging you back to him. The touch of insanity glinting in his eyes as he eyed your naked skin. “I should kill him for daring to even touch you.”

His smooth voice seduced you, called to you. Even after all these years of telling yourself you were over him that silky, breathy baritone still made you hot and wet and you felt shame at yourself. Because all of a sudden you now realize that no matter how much you loved the man you were about to marry you had never felt this much passion for him. He had never made you feel this insatiable fever. Never made you ache with both longing and need all at the same time in such an intense way that it felt like a descent to lunacy.

“No…!” you try to push away one last time. Attempting to salvage what dignity you have left. Attempting to save what was left of the broken pieces of yourself that you had managed to pick up after he left you, you close your eyes and try to blot out the image of him above you. Trying to deny he was here. Telling yourself you were dreaming. “He’s been kind to me! Patient with me! Don’t do this! You’ve already ruined my life once, don’t do it again! Please!”

Suddenly you stop struggling when you feel a few drops of wetness fall on your cheeks. Despite yourself you open your eyes and your gaze widened at the sight of the dreaded Rokudo Mukuro allowing his tears to fall as he stared down at you with angry passion.

“Did you think it was easy for me to make you leave?! I didn’t make you leave because I hated you. I saw a glimpse of a future and saw you’d be happier with a man who was a total opposite of me,” he hissed at you, eyes unblinking, expression tragic and breathing labored as he leaned above you. His eyes looking back at you clear and containing a raw, naked truth that pierced through you like a bullet. “I thought I was strong enough to let you go. I thought I could bear the loneliness as long as you were happy! But when I saw you earlier with him I almost died again. I’m not strong enough to forget you. I’m not strong enough to let anyone else have you. Why do you think I’m here?!”

You couldn’t stop your tears from falling as another realization dawned on you.

You had always known he was a liar. You loved him despite all that. So when he broke up with you you were thrown into uncertainty. You didn’t know if he was lying about ever loving you or lying about tiring of you. Both sides of those lies hurt. Both thoughts almost brutally killed you. Now you know the answer…

But you are too scared to risk having your heart broken again.

“Please…” you beg even as you felt yourself crumble at the raw, aching emotions in his eyes, his lips, his very touch as he parted your legs even wider. “Please… If you have any mercy left… Let me go…”

“My love,” he whispered hoarsely even as he thrust himself inside you so deep he was buried to the hilt. You bit your lip as you try to hold back the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you. Your back arching off the floor like a puppet caught in this man’s strings. “You― more than anyone― should know that I am not a merciful man…”