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dancingwithreality · 2 years ago

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romeo and juliet t.w.

gif not mine!

pairing: toto wolff x verstappen!sister

word count: 3.1k

summary: red bulls golden girl has been in a long term secret relationship with the team principal of mercedes, and it gets harder to keep the secret.

warnings: implied sexual content, jos verstappen 🤢, fluff, light steam but no smut

a/n: yes she’s a little child prodigy, but it works better for the plot. if this gets love 'n y'all really want more i'll do a second part maybe :)

please don’t take my work! enjoy and interact :)

JOS VERSTAPPEN was not a nice man, and an even worse father. He was demanding and mean, pushing his driving legacy onto his children. Well, onto Max. When his first child was a girl Jos was not happy. He didn’t think a girl could uphold such a prestige, so he never tried hard. You gave your all to impress your father but it was never enough for him. Then a few years later, he got Max, and when Max was of age he immediately started karting. You were quickly pushed to the back of his mind.

Through the years, even though you did better than Max, he still never cared about you as much as he did Max. Which is definitely saying something. You made your career as the youngest female driver to ever get second in the F2 Championship at 16 years old. At the last race, when you solidified your position as second in the WDC, you will always remember how your 12 year old baby brother went running up to you, pride swelling in his eyes.

He kept chanting your praises and hugged you tightly around your waist. Tears were brought to your eyes and you hugged him back. You took Max up to the podium with you and celebrated with the whole world watching. Except, Jos. His arms were crossed as he barely spared you a glance. That was the last time your heart broke because of him. You swore to yourself, you’d be there for Max how your father never was, and you’d stop relying on him to validate you.

Your success put you on the radar for many teams. The one you went with, was Red Bull. You joined their academy and were their first female reserve. There you met Daniel and became quick friends. Years later, when Max joined Toro Rosso you’d been driving for Red Bull for years already. You were the one that pushed for Max to be your reserve the following year, and everything fell into place.

Now you were 28. You had four consecutive vice championships under your wing and were driving alongside your two-consecutive championship winning brother. Everyone called you the ‘Wonder Twins’ and your family legacy had never burned brighter.

You were having a relaxing dinner with your brother and best friend, reminiscing on your life and how lucky you were. While Daniel and Max took over most of the conversation and were laughing the entire time, you memorized this night to remember it forever. Unbeknownst to Max, your boyfriend of four years was sitting further back in the restaurant having his own night. Glances were being passed back and forth between you to as your relationship was still a secret.

•••

It was 2018, after the Singapore race. The whole grid was out at some club and even some principals and team members joined you.

You and Danny were having the best time dancing and drinking, when you felt someone’s eyes on you. Finding the source gave you a shock and surprise to see Toto staring at you. When your eyes met, he sent a wink your way that made you blush and look back at Daniel. Hurriedly you whispered to him what had happened and the Aussie was at a loss for words. He knew of your little crush on the Austrian often teased you about it, but he never thought the crush would be reciprocated. Nonetheless he matched your excitement and decided you would do something about it.

Danny fluffed up your hair, and your ego, while encouraging you to go talk to him. ‘Open, lemme see your teeth,’ Daniel made a face at you telling you to do the same. You did and he confirmed that nothing was there. ‘Right, go at ‘em!’ He started to push you towards the bar.

‘What am i supposed to say!’ You started panicking while trying to look calm.

‘Turn up that Dutch charm or something! You’ve got this,’ Daniel winked and sent you on your way with a gentle pat on the back.

You were skeptical that Toto would even follow you to the bar. But he did. And somewhere in the night, small talk and glances turned into light touches and smiles. Which turned to laughs and close proximity, which led you going back to the hotel room with him for more privacy and a nightcap. The night was one to really remember as it started what you could only describe as the best thing to happen to you. The morning after wasn’t a walk of shame, no, your held was high and you were filled with joy and you stumbled all the way back to your room, eager to tell Danny all the details.

•••

You were brought back to reality as Daniel kicked you under the table and cleared his throat. Your face burned from how long you kept eye contact from across the room, while your brother sitting a foot away. ‘Sorry, I spaced out,’ you laughed and took a sip of your wine.

'You spend too much of your time with us,' Max sighed and looked at Daniel for his agreement.

‘Max,’ you chuckled, ‘You guys are my best friends, and you’re also my brother, why wouldn’t I spend time with you?’ You asked.

‘I’m just saying, you’re with us all the time. And when you’re not you’re always in your room or by yourself,’ Max stated like it was fact. Daniel let out a quick laugh at the idea of you always being ‘alone’ when he knew where you really were.

This time you kicked him, ‘And what’s wrong with that?’

‘Darling we can’t be your only friends,’ Daniel teased. You shot him a deadpanned look and pretended to laugh.

‘I’m serious!’ Max looked almost offended that you and Daniel weren’t taking it as seriously as he was. Both of you immediately turned to him and looked concerned. ‘Daniel has Heidi, I have Kelly, you’re not getting any younger and you don’t have anyone.’

Your mouth was agape, did he just call you old? Daniel couldn’t hold his laughter in anymore and in classic honey badger style, he bursted out and was laughing so hard he couldn’t breath.

‘Max, I can assure you, you don’t have to worry about me.’ You tried to calm this conversation and put it to an end.

Much to your chagrin it didn’t really end. Max went on for a little while longer and you couldn’t have wished to not be there any more. When he finally got up to go to the bathroom, you slumped down in your chair.

Daniel was trying to get his breath back and was drinking his water. 'What was that? Max never cared about my love life!' You pinched your nose bridge and put your head down on the table.

'Why don't you just tell him? It's been four years, I don't think its too fresh anymore.'

'Oh yeah like it's that easy, 'Oh hey Max! I've been dating the Team Principal of Mercedes for years now, i just never told you!' You pretended to smile and used the fakest high pitched voice you had.

'You sarcastic little girl, it's not that big a deal. If you love each other, what's the big deal?'

'Okay don't call me a little girl you're like a few years older than me. Ugh, I miss the days when we had a PR relationship for publicity. No one asked me about my love life back then,' You groaned and took an even larger sip of your wine, the cup almost empty now.

'Just eat your food and stop sulking. You're secretly dating tall, dark, handsome, and hunky, like your life is so hard. Poor Romeo and Juliet.’ Daniel cut a piece off his steak and went back to eating. 'You're leading the championship and getting dicked down-‘

'Daniel!'

•••

You were all at Silverstone now. You just finished qualifying and the feelings were mixed. Max had unfortunately not done as well, but 6th wasn’t horrible. He was sure to make it up.

You were on your way back to your hotel when you got a message from Toto. Unfortunately for him, Lewis and George struggled a little more than they’d prefer. Toto had asked the front desk for an extra key to his room and had given it you prior. He wanted a bit of comfort tonight. He already let out his anger in the garage earlier, he would need another headset for tomorrow, and he wanted you to spend the night. you told him you’d be right over as soon as you were ready.

So a shower and an outfit change later, you were running over to his room and sliding the room key in as quick as you could. You always had to make sure no one saw when either of you went to the others room, so you’d gotten fairly good at it over the years.

As soon as you closed and locked the door, behind you came a pair of arms what wrapped themselves quickly around your waist. ‘Oh, meine liebe,’ the arms sighed in the crook of your neck.

‘Hello my darling,’ you leaned backwards onto the strong chest of your boyfriend and rested one hand around his neck, where his head was pressing kisses on yours. ‘How are you?’

He spun you around in his arms so he could rest his forehead on top your head. ‘Qualifying was piss poor, it seems we can’t get out of 7th and 8th.’

‘If it makes you feel any better, Alonso hasn’t been doing too well these last races. If Lewis manages to move even a few places the gap will tightens between them.’ You rubbed your hands up and down his back, trying yo offer some comforting words.

‘How can you be so impartial?’ He pressed a long kiss to your lips. ‘We’re from rival teams, shouldn’t you pray for our downfall?’ he kissed you again.

This time when he started to pull away you went to your tippy toes chasing after him, ‘We can both succeed without hurting the other.’ One of your hands was behind his neck, the other in his hair. ‘Well, so long as I’m winning.’ Each time he kissed you grew more passionate and desperate than the last. Neither of you had even realized that you’d walked backwards onto the bed until Toto’s legs hit the frame and you both fell.

After his back hit the mattress and you braces yourself on his chest you both erupted into laughter. You laid with your head and arms in his chest as he put one behind his head so he could see you properly. ‘It’s only a good race if you win darling,’ the look in his eyes was so intense you could feel your whole body get hotter.

Your ears grew red as you two kept the silence and just, stared. ‘I love you,’ you softly said.

‘I love you,’ his thick accented voice soothed your heart and made it swell four times the size.

‘I wish we didn’t have to keep everything so secret,’ you uttered in a sort of defeated tone.

‘Meine liebe, I’d get all those silly little social media apps just to tell the whole world about us if you asked.’ He sat up, and pulled you with him into an upright position. You were straddling his lap, arms around his waist, as he pulled you in for a deep kiss, all in an effort to emphasize his love for you.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t like it when he held you like you weighed nothing. At eye level with him now, you couldn’t hold back anymore and jumped at his face. You kissed him so quickly and deeply you could’ve sworn he gasped. You nibbled on his lip and he let out a groan that you immediately swallowed, the sound only sending you into hyperdrive. Your intensity fueled him and you both became hungry for each other. Hands roaming and bodies moving in sync with each other.

His hands gripped your thighs and you tightened your legs around his waist. Once again, like you weight nothing, he took advantage of your tightening around him and lifted you up so he could further up the bed. Not once did you disconnect from each other as the night began to escalate.

He laid you down on your back and hovered over you, only a mere few inches from laying on you. Lips swollen and eyes dilated in lust you uttered ‘I love yours’ once more before connecting your lips for what feels like the tenth time that night.

All you were was a mess of sweaty skin, hushed breaths and some of the most explicit sounds that would make anyone blush. Nights like these, we’re you were able to care for each other and pretend the world outside didn’t exist were your favorite. Nights where you two could just be in love, not Mercedes Team Principal and Red Bulls Golden Girl.

Nights like these where you were Romeo and Juliet, fighting against your families and becoming your own.

•••

It was the last lap of Silverstone and adrenaline was running high. Your father had shown up to this race which already put you in a sour mood, you just wanted him to leave. You had Lando pushing behind you, granted the gap was 11.63 seconds but you wanted it to stay that way. Your only goal now was to get fastest lap to really tie it in. All these years later and you were still desperate for your father to see how good you were. See how you did it all by yourself.

You knew that behind Lando was Max, and even though you would always wish the best for the papaya boy, you knew that if max couldn’t overtake Jos would not be happy. His permanently disappoint disposition still hurt Max and it hurt you to see it.

Tension was running high as the race was coming to a close. There wasn’t a sound you could hear besides your own heart and you crossed the finish line. Lando followed behind and Max just .01 of a second behind him. It was close, and you were just so happy for both of them that you didn’t care if your brother didn’t overtake him.

When the final lap was over and you parked your car, the first thing you did was take off your helmet and look at the crowds. Amongst the cheering crowds, McLaren going wild and Red Bull screaming at the top of their lungs you watched as your brother pulled into the third spot and got out. Max made eye contact with your father and you could watch his heart break. Although he had preformed so well Jos was never pleased.

This ignited something in your veins. You watched him cross his arms and stand silently in the crow of cheering Red Bulls, the cameras showing off the orange army going insane in the bleachers. Yet somehow, the happiness couldn’t rub off on him.

You were tired of him.

You couldn’t take a single second of his attitude anymore.

So with all your courage and fire, you arm over to where Mercedes had piled off to the side. Your pushing through the crowds caught the cameras attention and all eyes were on you.

There in that second there was only one thought in your head. One idea: and you were going to follow through. You always do. You found Toto looking around shocked and confused as to why you were right in front of him. And in that second, you kissed him.

You brought both of your hands up to cup his face and you smashed your lips against his. As if the world melted around you his hands found your hips and the two of you were pushing so hard into each other, it was hard to tell where you ended and he started.

Just like the night before, you were one. You weren’t Mercedes v. Red Bull. You were boy and girl, hopelessly in love.

The crowd and gone silent.

You two pulled away ever so slightly, foreheads rested against the others as Toto supported your weight so you didn’t have to strain your feet too much to reach him. Despite just hard launching your relationship without any kind of talking about it before hand, the two lovers embraced each other.

‘The world knows now,’ he whispered in your ear.

‘Let them.’ You smiled as you hugged him tighter. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you.’ he whispered back.

Cheers and whoops erupted around you. Despite the initial shock of your relationship people were just happy. It was a good race with an even better surprise at the end, how could they complain?

The two of you pulled apart and smiled at each other, the world so unused to swing Toto so domestic and soft. You have him one more hot kiss before walking back to do the post race interview and award ceremony.

‘I guess she isn’t so alone, huh..’ Max looked star struck as Daniel laughed and patted him on the back.

You walked back and Jos was furious at your vulgar and inappropriate display. You’d never seen him so mad. It made you audibly laugh.

You put your Rub Bull cap on and walked right up to David Coulthard and smiled, waiting to start the questions.

‘Well that was something,’ He laughs in a slightly awkward manor. ‘Can I assume there’s something going on between you two?’

‘We’ve been dating for a while, I love him.’ You never smiled brighter.

‘A congratulations is in order then, for the race and for your love!’ He barked out in laughter as you thanked him and giggled.

Your eyes never left Toto, even as the anthems played and the trophies were handed out. Even as you sprayed each other with champagne and celebrated. Neither of you looked away. The smiles so evident on your faces and that in love glow never left. At that moment, neither of you cared about the repercussions that would follow. The PR mess and the scolding from Christian. It was just you two, in love.

The love you shared didn’t have to be bottled anymore. You two didn’t have to hide anymore, you could be together freely and honestly. That was all you wanted in life. To be with your love, in love, with no secrets or shame. You loved each other and that was all that mattered.

fin.

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pryllee · 1 year ago

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7 minutes in heaven, or 7 hours.

Blade x AFAB! Reader

Dubcon, stomach bulge, kinda degradation/praise kink, slight mean blade with a sprinkle of softheartedness, cunnilungus/fingering, riding, jealous reader, kinda jealous blade ”ugly body” rejections whatever mentioned in start, hickeys/marking, tit sucking, bit of possessiveness in both so the feeling can be mutual, small breeding kink mention

A/N: I get pretty awkward and cringey while trying to write fuck parts so I hope anyone who reads this finds this good. And maybe I'll make HCs with him taking care of a child next time... If anyone wants that. 🥲

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As depressed you already were, it already sucked even more with each rejection that slapped you at the face. You slammed the can of alcohol onto the table as Blade just watched leaning his head onto the wall.

"Ugh these fuckin' asses..." You held onto your head annoyed as hell,

"You know, we should be heading back now." He scanned you, before looking away again to try avoid your ’fiery fists’

You complained, slamming a fist onto the table almost making it break. "Oh c'mon don't make it worse than it already is! These idiots have the nerve to call my body unattractive, they might've just had atleast one more kiss before they died, no? Not like they were any better..." Silently whispering the last part.

Your brows furrowed noticing him staring off into the distance, probably at someone. You tried to find the direction he was looking in, and found a pretty girl almost your height, but her curves really showed through that waitress uniform.

A small ’oh’ of disappointment almost escaped your lips, making your eye twitch. "Maybe your right. Lets go." You grabbed the can with half of alcohol left.

Your walking almost felt like you were stomping leaving Blade barely confused, more like unfazed as he found this normal.

—

You noticed the place felt a little lonely, you didn't hear much till you advanced inside further and noticed some of the stellaron hunters and probably new recruits due to some unfamiliar faces along with Kafka on the side and Silverwolf. "Hi, [ Y/N ]. Nice to see you've brought Blade along with you." Kafka smiled as Silverwolf blew gum up, tapping away on her gaming console.

"Whats going on? They playin' spin the bottle?" You pointed drunkly with drool almost oozing out of your mouth. "Hmm...—seven minutes in heaven or whatever." She waved her hand as her back leaned against a pillar.

What is with these people leaning against shit? Just how disinterested really are they?

"Lemme participate." You spoke as you squeezed in a spot in the circle pushing some people aside joining the weird circle formation that felt like a cult. "What about you, Bladie? Won't you join her too?"

"Not interested. I don't really care about those type of feelings." He was about to walk away in the way both of you came, till Kafka offered him something.

"Hmm, I'm sure Silverwolf can secure you some time with her?" Pointing at her as he noticed a little wheel thing that controlled the bottle. "Unless you want her to give herself up to someone else, that is."

He clenched a fist tightly, loosening it quickly as he just also squeezed in a spot opposite of where you are.

He watched the previous can you held be thrown away assuming you already finished it or didn't and just hated the taste now. As the bottle kept spinning for some time, you wondered when it would land on you and choose a decent looking dude. Till it finally did. But then landed on Blade.

Your expression of happiness quickly went away realizing who else it landed on, would he even want to do spicy with you? If anything he'd probably rather do it with that stupid girl he stared at earlier. Maybe I should kill her. Whoops, thoughts got a little offtrack there.

The person on your right was nudging your shoulder to follow Blade in, as you quickly took a glance at Kafka feeling like something was up. And you were right cause something really was up. You followed him in, as he locked the door behind you both.

"So what do we do? Play cards? Or should we find that girls number?" You scoffed in annoyance wondering how the fuck you both even got paired up. Not like he'd find you anything more than friends.

You once planned to confess to him but as you were looking for him, you overheard some parts of a ’private’ conversation.

"Bladie, what do you prefer in a girl?" Kafka smiled, asking him. He just looked away as he looked in your direction, it felt like he saw you, but then it felt like he didn't as it really was just an open corridor thing.

"I don't know. I don't care about such things... But probably someone good with a sword and is stronger than me." He mumbled the last part, seemingly unsure of his words infront of Kafka as she'd probably do some weird shit.

"Oh? I thought you liked girls like [ Y/N ]?" She pried. "No... We're just co-workers, shes too bold for me too." He sighed, speaking in a low tone.

Just co-workers? Ha, is he fucking insane? Not even friends... But literal co-workers? You walked away holding onto your broken heart with tears bubbling up a little but you just wiped them away deciding to push your feelings away.

"Hmm... Poor [ Y/N ], seems pretty upset that she thought she was already rejected without the chance to even ask directly..." Kafka whispered in a low tone, glancing in the same direction he looked in previously.

"...Excuse me?" He asked, yet only got a headshake and ’nothing.’ in response. Did ’Elio’ also foresee this? How come Blade wouldn't get to know though? Well I guess he wouldn't need to since it's not related to the Astral Express or Stelle.

—

"Girls number? Who exactly are you talking about?" He asked, making the atmosphere even more awkward. "Oh please, don't act like I didn't see how you stared down that girl with ’beautiful’ curves in that stupid bar." You scoffed, crossing your arms.

"Is this seven minutes in heaven, or seven minutes in hell listening to you complain? And I didn't stare her down. I was just looking at her because ’curves’ were related in the stupid topic. You're the one who just stomped away like a furious little kid." His words hit you hard into the face, "And we aren't dating, I don't see how you're so pissed off about it."

You were practically seething in anger as you just turned around to go through the rooms backdoor to go outside. "And where are you going?" You felt him grip onto your waist, which sent shivers up your spine. "None of your business." You tried to push his hands off yet his grip only tightened even more.

"Blade..– Let go." Your breathing slowly became more and more hitched as the gap between you closed. Suddenly the lights went out and you heard Kafka announce something that made everyone walk away.

"Have fun, you two." Kafka whispered to herself, although she knew you couldn't hear.

"Hm? What happened, Kafka?" Silverwolf confusingly followed her from behind.

His chest pressed against your back, feeling his breathe becoming heavier as his hand slid down to your inner thigh, making you try to squirm out of his grasp almost instantly. "Blade stop—nnh.."

A soft low moan was made out as he caressed your clothed sex, you held onto the door infront of you, "Do you want me, [ Y/N ]?" He whispered into your ear. As short silence filled the room, he spun you around, lifting you up with his arms with your back pressing against the now locked door. "Answer me, you whore."

His eyes bored into yours. Your eyes darted everywhere trying to find a way to escape or somewhere decent to look at. "Whats with the act? How come you're so shy now?" He teased, chuckling, leaning into your lips. His tongue mixing with yours as you held onto him for Aeons sake, digging your nails into his back.

He pulled away with a string of saliva connecting from both of your lips, before leaning back down biting down on your tops button spitting each one out. "Do you really need to destroy my top? I could've just undo it by myself."

This felt like a dream come true, yet you also wished you would just wake up from it, it feels so wrong yet so right.

"Hmm... Can't have a pretty girl like you falling onto the ground now can we?" He held you with one arm now, with the other needily pushing the remains of your dignity away to reveal your chest. Yet another obstacle arised due to your bra. "Shouldn't we...—stop here? I'm sure it's already been seven minutes.." He shook his head, just pushing your bra down.

"Mmh, how cute, you're the one who wanted this for so long yet you're the one who also wants this to stop already." He bit down on your nipple, suckling on it like he tried to milk you,

"Maybe I should breed you with kids so I can suck alot of milk out of you, you'd probably like that, wouldn't you?" You moaned softly from time to time, covering your mouth with one hand as the other travelled up his hair,

"Mmngh... I— maybe...nnnh" you whimpered. His mouth was suckling one with one hand cupping the other and flicking at your now hard nipples leaving hickeys. You sobbed out his name softly, "I assume thats a yes? Can't believe how turned on you are when I'm only playing with your tits."

The previous hand that was cupping your boob slid down your pants, pushing it down along with your panty,

"Be a dear and say my name, maybe I'll help with that wetness down there then." His gloved finger ran down your slit, making you shudder,

"blade..." You mumbled

"Can't hear ya."

"Ugh... blade," You looked away embarrassed, your nails again digging into his back.

"Hmm?"

"Oh for Aeons sake, Blade please just fuck me!" You cried out in annoyance, the embarrassment was more than enough.

"Good girl." He lifted you over to a table, laying you on it with you facing him, "Wasn't so hard now was it?" He took his gloves off, pulling your pants off exposing your legs and cunt.

The tension got heavier with the bare cold hitting against your chest and lower half. He aligned two fingers with your hole, slowly pushing it in. "Be gentle—please..." You looked away,

"Mhm... And why should I?" He cooed "Could this be your first time?" You slightly nodded, as he just looked back at your hole, pushing his fingers in deeper forcing a moan out of you; "Ughh..—Blade! Nnh!" You cried, arching your back miserably, it hurt like a bitch yet slowly felt good.

He can't believe he almost gave your virginity up to someone else other than him, the fact you could've been moaning out someone elses name really is annoying.

His fingers thrusted in and out at a painfully slow pace, your walls tightened vigorously and it was so easy for him to access with how wet and slick your pussy already was for him. The pace got faster, with his fingers slightly becoming curled with each passing thrust adding another finger in.

"Fuck! Blade—nngh.. shit..." You cussed out clawing at the table feeling a knot in your tummy loosening, you came all over his fingers making a mess on the table. "Look at what a fucking mess you made, what a slut getting off with my fingers alone." He shoved his fingers down your mouth, onto your tongue,

"Lick it." You moaned softly to try and tease him, along with some sucking. "Ha, maybe I shouldn't have let you cum that easily." He flicked your clit making you yelp a little loudly.

The bulge in his pants was starting to become unbearable, but atleast it's time to actually have some intercourse. He undid his belt, slipping his pants off pulling you closer to him, sitting infront.

You became a tad bolder, holding onto his thigh and with the other hand you held onto his arm. "Sit still, pretty girl." he reprimanded,

He finally slipped his boxers down grabbing onto your ass lifting you up pressing your now dry saliva-ridden tits against his chest slightly with him holding his length, "Uhhm... Are you sure it's going inside of me?" You stared nervously at his length "Yes, and I'll make it fit if you're so worried about that." He spat on his hands, rubbing around it.

"Don't girls usually do that by sucking it?" You ask perplexed, "Mmh... They do, but I'm sure the both of us can't wait to start this fuckfest."

He chuckled again lowly, burrowing his head into the crook of your collarbone kissing it leaving a hickey as he blindly shoved it inside of your hole making your back arch, and tremble. His mouth travelled down again to your nipple, suckling on it and drawing circles around it with his tongue. He stuck his hand in place on your stomach feeling the bulge disappear and appear each thrust he does.

"Fuck—" low moans rolled off your tongue, "... Feels so good, Blade.." He sloppily thrusted inside, trying to find your g-spot, finally noticing you tighten arching your backing vigorously at one of the thrusts, thrusting again making you moan loudly.

"Shh. Do you want someone to hear us?" He shoved a finger in your mouth, spitting onto your tongue making you swallow it. "Such a whore, swallowing my spit so easily." He leaned in for another kiss, mixing saliva together once again sloppily thrusting rolling his tongue around with yours.

His thrusts got faster 'n deeper yet somehow still managed to hit your G-spot everytime, you threw your legs around him, and arms around his neck smashing your lips against him. "Fuck—I'm so close [ Y/N ]... He mumbled lowly with one of his hands travelling down to rub your clit furiously.

You creamed around his cock, liquids dripping down your thighs and his shaft furiously feeling yourself coming closer to your climax. You burrowed your head into his neck, messing his collar up and leaving small hickeys as you bit at him.

"Really what a whore, I can't believe you could've been like this with someone else." His words made you scoff slightly, "Neither can I." Grunts could be heard under his breathe and your moans getting louder and bolder till both of you came at the same time, white liquid filled your womb yet you still felt his length barely softening,

You tightened around him hard you could feel his cock pulsing inside of you, "Mmh.. Not done yet." He whispered, blowing into your ear having reality settle into your very veins.

"Don't tell me you still have stamina..." You said in a tired tone. "I do, infact I still do have enough till morning." He laughed leaving another hickey on your collarbone, biting on it feeling proud of all the markings hes made on you.

—

Light shined through the blinds, quite literally almost blinding you till you realized you have no idea where the fuck you are. You were in some weird house, in someones bed. You got up and noticed you were naked, hurriedly finding clothes to wear.

Till you noticed the closet was full of mens wear, yet you just grabbed whatever looked comfortable and strided out of that room... Which was probably Blades room. You noticed a mirror right when you stepped out, and saw hickeys everywhere on your collarbone and neck. "So it really wasn't a dream..."

"What wasn't a dream?" You saw him appear from the side holding a cup of coffee in different clothes for the first time. "Also you're wearing my clothes. They seem too big for you." He remarked, "Well obviously, I have no idea where the hell you threw my clothes off too and the tops buttons were torn off by you."

"Calm down you two, we don't wanna stir up trouble in this house, otherwise we'll be found out and chased out. Also stop with the love quarreling." Silverwolf sighed also in different clothes. "Okay why is everyone in different clothes for the first time? Am I going insane?" You rubbed your eyes.

"Now we may wear the same outfit for a long time but we definitely wear something else at night to sleep comfortably, thank you." She replied in an ’isn't it obvious?’ tone. Blade just leaned on the wall sipping the cup of coffee.

Silverwolf then seemed to remember something, hurriedly tip toeing over to you, "How was it?" She whispered in your ear. "What? How was what? I don't know what you're talking about." You flushed red running away to find the bathroom.

"The bathrooms the other way." He yelled loudly in an unfazed tone. "I KNEW THAT!!!" You screamed dashing the other way.

"Oh dear Blade... What exactly did you do to her?" "Nothing. Don't go thinking weird stuff about me now." He took another sip of his coffee before following in your tracks to also go to the ’bathroom.’

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Chapter Three - Gojo, Your Dick Is Out: Your pet demon continues to become more and more clingy as your paranoia continues to increase. But now you have to manage more in your life when he starts meeting your friends and becoming a more permanent fixture in your life. Also on AO3

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The next morning you wake up feeling more rested than you’ve felt in quite some time.

You stretch and yawn before turning over to your side and seeing Gojo lying there next to you.

His eyes are closed and even his long white eyelashes just steal your attention.

He looks so peaceful like this.

Not like the loud mouth fruit loop who’s been clinging to you for the past day.

“Gonna stare all day? Can’t blame ya. I am real pretty,” he says and there it is. His shenanigans.

“Ugh, you’re ridiculous”

He laughs as you climb out of bed and make your way to the bathroom. But sure enough, he gets up and follows right behind you. Just as you start to close the bathroom door, he blocks it with his hand.

“What are you doing?” You ask him. You already told him he doesn’t need to follow you into the bathroom.

“I’m just tryna protect ya princess.”

“I’m fine in here! I just have to pee.”

“Ooooohh.” What was that?

“What?” You cock an eyebrow.

“What?” Oh, he’s playing dumb now. “Come on! I haven’t been in here yet, let me look around.”

“You can look around after I get out,” you force the door shut because if you stand there and chat any longer, you’re absolutely going to pee yourself.

You go to the bathroom and finally wash off your makeup which looks atrocious after sleeping in it. You look like a fucking court jester and it’s just a reminder of why you need to do this before bed.

“Hurry up! I wanna play!” You hear this giant child shout from the other side of the door. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

After a few more minutes of cleaning up, you open the door to join him and see him standing right next to it.

“Were you standing directly outside the door?”

“Yup!”

You roll your eyes and walk right past him to go to your kitchen and grab another Red Bull. You know that people always tell you that these things are going to kill you, but you need your caffeine fix and you need something cold right now, not hot coffee.

“By the way, Susugu called you when you were asleep.”

“What?!”

You look at the clock and realize that you slept in way later than you normally do. It’s two o'clock in the afternoon and you try to at least get up by eleven. Looks like your body needed the rest more than you realized. You run to your bedroom to check your phone and see if there’s anything else from him and see that there’s a text saying that’s coming over sometime in the afternoon, probably around three. Damn, that doesn’t leave you much time.

You decide to just take a quick shower to wash off the smells from the club the night before and maybe have a snack before he gets here. You go back to your bathroom to start the water and let it heat up which immediately results in Crybaby Gojo whining again.

“Didn’t you just use the bathroom? You’re no fun!”

“I’m taking a shower before Suguru gets here.”

“Who is this Sukuru guy? What’s his deal? I bet I could take him.” Men.

“He’s family Gojo, chill out.”

“Fine. Fine.” Before you go back to the bathroom, you wait outside the door because you have a feeling that he’s about to say something else and you’re right, “Lemme take a shower with you.” For fuck’s sake.

“Gojo, we are not taking a shower together like we’re a couple.” You’ve never even let a man see you completely naked and you’re not starting with a clingy fucking demon.

“Come oooonnnn! I wanna see how modern day plumbing works.”

“Then you can use it after me and explore all you want.” Ugh, he’s pouting and then something pops in your head. “Do you need to use the bathroom and eat and all that stuff?”

“Technically, no. I just do it if I want to or if my master wants me to in order to ‘blend in’” which he punctuates with air quotes.

“I’d like for you to start doing that as well then. But we’ll worry about that after Suguru comes and goes,” and with that, you close the door and get in the shower.

You really appreciate that the being you’re stuck with gets along with you and wants to spend time with you, but damn. If you knew he’d be so clingy, you probably would have put the book back on the shelf and went home to confess your paranoia to Suguru. Oh well, looks like that might be happening today.

You make it a really quick shower because you would hate for him to use his key to come in and see Gojo sitting on your couch with no warning from you. Afterwards, you do a shortened version of your skincare routine and return to your bedroom to get dressed.

When you get back, you see Gojo on your phone again playing games from the sound of it and you're really amazed that an all powerful being with the ability to teleport is so entranced by Peggle Blast.

But hey, you’ll take it.

You go to your closet to look for some around the house clothes to wear. You bought a sweatsuit set a couple of years ago that have the skeleton print in a cartoon-ish style that goes down the front of the sweater and the pants. You remember when rib cage shirts were all the rage and Suguru hated them. So you bought this pastel set just to drive him crazy and it looks like that’s what you’re going to wear today.

“That’s an interesting outfit,” Gojo says without taking his eyes off your phone.

You just laugh at him because you know it’s silly and that’s the exact reason that you have it on.

“By the way Gojo… I’m gonna need you to keep yourself hidden when Suguru gets here.”

“Don’t want your boyfriend to know that you have another man here?” He practically spits out.

Jealous? Of Suguru too?

“He’s not my boyfriend. I just don’t want to have to answer questions from him today. He’s going to want to do a background check on you and that’s just too much work after what I went through last night. So pretty please, with a cherry on top, stay out of his sight.”

“Fine,” he reluctantly agrees. “But I wanna do more stuff. I’ve barely seen the new world since I’ve been here.”

“Deal.”

You’re supposed to be using him to find out if you’ve really been being followed but you ended up having to work yesterday and ended up sleeping in today so maybe you can find time to start that soon. Unless you get called in, you have the next couple of days off so you can probably start all of this up then.

After your chat, you hear a knock on the door and know that Suguru is here and that this is probably going to be a stressful visit. You get up to go answer the door and hear Gojo sigh as you’re walking out of the room.

Seriously.

Is he jealous?

Whatever. That’s a problem for another day.

After looking through the peephole and making sure that you’re not opening the door for a stranger, you swing it open and Suguru immediately laughs when he takes in your outfit.

“Couture right?” You ask while striking a pose.

“It’s perfect. That should be on every runway for every fashion week,” he says with a chuckle before pulling you into a hug. “How are you, dear?”

“Eh. alright.”

He scrunches his brows and here comes the police interrogation thing he does, “what does alright mean? Is something the matter?”

“You first!” You try to change the subject. ‘You came over here for a reason, so what’s up?” Unfortunately, that didn’t work.

“I’m afraid what I have to tell you isn’t going to elevate your mood so I would rather you go first.”

Looks like you’re not getting out of this one.

You make your way over to the couch with him following behind you because this is not a conversation you want to have standing at the door. You look towards your left to see what Gojo is doing and he’s just watching the two of you but looks absolutely irritated by Suguru. Why is he so upset?

Oh well.

You sit down on the couch with Suguru on the one opposite you and take a deep breath before speaking, “you know how every year around my parent’s anniversary I get a wave of paranoia for a few weeks?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’ve been feeling that way. But this time it’s lasting longer than usual.”

“How much longer?”

Here it goes. “The past seven months.”

If he’s upset with you for not sharing this, he doesn’t show it. “May I ask what has been causing you to feel this way?”

“It’s just been a feeling. I’ve just felt like there’s been eyes on me, but I have no way to prove it.”

You’re waiting for the lecture but it never comes. Instead, he looks upset, but not at you.

“I’m so sorry for what I have to tell you then. This is most definitely not going to help those feelings,” he looks away from you and sighs. Shit, now you’re freaking out.

“What’s going on?”

“There’s been a development in your parents' case.”

Your eyes feel like they’re bulging out of your head. How can that make you feel worse? You’ve been waiting years for something to happen and it looks like it finally did.

“How is that not a good thing? That’s what we wanted, right?”

“I don’t know how to say this lightly so I’m just going to come right out with it, okay?” You nod and he continues, “there was a hit on the print found at the crime scene of your family home. But it’s not the type of hit that we wanted. There’s been another homicide and there was a print found there and when the police in that area scanned the print, it matched with the one found in our database. However, there still isn’t any information on who the print belongs to which means that they still haven’t been arrested, or it wasn’t for anything serious enough to take dna and a print and we still have no idea who they are.”

You take in his words and realize that he’s right, this is absolutely awful fucking news. You don’t even realize that you’ve curled into yourself and started crying until you feel Suguru wiping your tears.

This news makes it feel like everything is happening all over again and you can’t stop the flow of tears knowing what’s coming next.

This happening means that your parent’s case is going to be in the news again and that they’re going to drag your family through the mud the same way that they did the first time. It also means that the surviving members of the victims in this new case will now be feeling the same thing and you feel awful for them as well.

A lot of times when something tragic like this happens, people do public pleas for information but Suguru banned you from that once you were in his care. He saw the way the media tears people apart and how they overanalyze everything. If you were in shock and didn’t cry, they’d claim you knew what happened. If you were super emotional, they’d say you were faking for the cameras and that none of it would benefit the case. You stayed away from the media and they still raked you over the coals.

Those people are vultures and in your opinion, the worst of the fucking worst. You’ll never forget the time you got out of school and was waiting with Utahime for Manami to pick you up and a reporter ran over, shoved a microphone in your face, and asked you how it felt when you learned that your parents had been brutally murdered.

What a stupid fucking question.

The media especially hounded you because the police were keeping all information regarding this case to themselves. There was no evidence left behind except for the fingerprint which means that they had to hold on to all information in order to get an accidental confession due to ‘guilt knowledge’ and they didn’t want any false confessions. There were already a couple of those and you’ll never understand why people do stupid shit like that.

Then again, you’ll never understand why people prank call victims and pretend to be their deceased loved ones, but you had to deal with that too.

“Now what?” You ask.

“We’re going to take another look at your parents' case and see if fresh eyes discover something new and we’re going to work with the other department on theirs. They’re pretty similar so we’re hoping we can be of help to each other.”

“When exactly did this happen? I know that it can take some time to run tests and get a hit,” it’s so close to the anniversary of your parents' crime and you want to know just how close.

“January 27th.”

You freeze because what the fuck?

Similar? That’s terrifying.

“Suguru, I have a question and I want you to be honest. Do you think that this has happened to more people than we realize?”

“Honestly,” he asks to see if you’ll take that question back but you don’t. “Yes. It’s not likely for someone to commit a crime of this magnitude and then not do it for seven years. They may have just switched up their method or left no evidence behind so we’re also going to review some cold cases that have similar details but were never directly connected. I promise, we're working on it.”

“Do you think that I have a reason to worry?”

“This didn’t happen in the city so I don’t think this perpetrator is who you have to fear. But if you’re truly feeling like someone is after you and you don’t want to come home, I can have an officer watching your apartment for a while just to make sure.”

A part of you wants to say yes to that but then you remember the demon sitting on your bed and you don’t want to be caught talking to yourself.

“Uhhh, I think I’ll be okay. I think I’m just being paranoid since it’s been so long and we don’t know what’s going on. But I think that I’ll be okay. But, there is something else that I want to tell you,” you were going to withhold this but you might as well get everything out at once. “Remember when I called you last night to say that there was an accident?”

“Yes…?”

“That wasn’t just a random accident. Some point after I left work, that car started following me home for a little while.”

You explain everything from when you noticed him, which is really when Gojo noticed him, all the way to him waiting for you at the convenience store and then following you again before crashing. You obviously neglect to tell him how the crash happened, but he said he’s going to run a check on the driver. You also tell him about the asshole at the club but that Sukuna banned him so you don’t think that’ll be an issue. He doesn’t say it, but you know he’s going to call Sukuna and get that guy's name to run a check on him too.

“Now what?” You ask, feeling completely exhausted.

“Come on, let’s go to lunch.”

“What?”

“I don’t want your entire day to be ruined by this news. If it wasn’t for the fact that it’ll probably be in your face all over the news, I would have held off. But I don’t want your entire day ruined by this. Also, it’s Valentine’s Day.”

You completely forgot.

But it has been years since you’ve had a boyfriend so, of course you forgot.

“You’re right. Doesn’t that mean that it’s Manami’s Day?”

“I’m having dinner with her tonight. Let me have lunch with my daughter on Valentine’s Day.”

You relent and go to your closet to get dressed because you don’t want to be seen with him where he’s wearing a nice suit and you’re wearing what you’re wearing.

You decide to put on a strapless, red mini dress with matching gloves that have a bow trim. It may be a bit much for lunch, but it’s been years since Manami and Suguru were surprised by your theatrics and your tendency to overdress. You grab a black, satin crossbody bag with a giant bow on it and throw on a pair of black, strappy heels before joining Suguru in the living room.

“Well, well, look at you Top Model!”

“That’s to make up for the fact that you’re dragging me out without enough time to paint my face.”

“You’re beautiful regardless. If I do say so, I have created some beautiful daughters.”

You quirk a brow, “we’re all adopted Suguru.”

“Potato, tomato.”

This fucking guy.

He laughs before getting up and adding more bribes to getting you out of the house.

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Lunch was nice, with the exception of your demonic companion throwing a fit anytime anything with a penis acknowledged you, at all.

If you had a dollar for all the bitching he did, you’d probably have at least fifty dollars.

That may not seem like a lot of money, but it is a lot of complaining considering you just had one lunch with your parent.

‘If you wanted to go out to eat, I could have taken you.’

“You like men in suits? I look good in a suit.’

“Is it the long hair? I can grow mine out.’

‘Is it because his hair is dark? I’ll put coal in mine.’

‘You want a man who pays? I’ll use my powers so that everything is free and then we both save money.’

It was never-ending.

“So, you humans still celebrate Valentine’s Day?” Satoru asks as you set up your roses.

“I haven’t because I’m single, but yeah, a lot of people still do,” you respond before sniffing them.

“What’s the point of getting fake ones?”

Suguru got you a bouquet of perfumed velvet roses before dropping you back off at home and you love them.

“Fake ones don’t die.” That’s the main reason that you love artificial flowers. As much as you love real flowers, it always brings you down when they start to wilt. So, whenever your parents got you flowers, they always got you a bouquet of fake ones so that they last forever.

“Hmm, I guess.”

You retreat to your bedroom to get changed back into your sweats and then pull out your phone so that you can look up the case Suguru told you about this morning. But just as you do, your phone rings.

Utahime.

“Hello?”

“Hey girl! Wanna come out tonight?!” She yells excitedly. “Come on, it’s been a little while since we’ve gone out and Atsuya asked me out for dinner tonight, what do you say? I know you don’t want to be a third wheel, so I figured that we could invite Kento for you.”

“It’s Valentine’s Day Utahime, are you sure he wants to do a double date tonight of all nights?”

“We already spoke about that. We agreed that it’ll take some of the pressure off if there’s someone else there with us. So, do I call Kento?”

You look towards the white haired pain in the ass sitting on your couch and realize that you don’t need to drag Kento out tonight.

“Actually Utahime, I have someone that I can bring. When and where do I meet you?”

She gives you the time and the address and you hang up the phone to start getting ready.

But before you do, you lean on the door frame to put on your best puppy dog face for Gojo.

“Gojoooo,” you drawl. “Do you wanna come out with me and my friend tonight? She has a date and wants me to go.”

“Are you gonna make me hide all night?”

Damn. You kinda feel bad.

“No. I was thinking we could get dressed up and I’ll just tell her that you’re my date.”

The smile that spreads across his face is unparalleled by anything else you’ve ever seen. That's pure happiness right there.

“Yes! Yes I want to go out!”

You giggle and go to your closet to start looking through your clothes.

You pull out a light blue bustier with ribbons for straps and lace on the top of the cups to create the illusion that your bra is peaking out. You decide to pair it with a pair of dark blue low rise jeans and this looks fucking incredible. You finally grab a pair of light blue strappy heels that you bought specifically because they match that top and grab a coat before checking on Satoru.

You see him sitting on your bed just kicking his feet, no doubt waiting for you to come back and give him something to do.

“Bored?” You ask him.

“Don’t know what to do with myself.”

“Hmm. You wanna try out a modern day shower?”

“Yes!”

Damn this man is easy to please.

He follows you into the bathroom and you turn on the shower to let it heat up for him. But then you wonder, do you really need to? You’ll let him figure that part out on his own.

You point to the various bottles and announce what everything is, “shampoo is there, conditioner there, and body wash is there.”

“What’s that?” You doubt he’ll need that one.

“Shaving cream.”

“Want me to shave?”

“Not unless you want to. Do you have to?”

“Not really. I only partake in what my master wants in order to play the role and fill the part.”

You’re getting desperate to know what other people have had him do but you’ll save the probing questions for a day that you have some liquid courage in your system.

“I’ll go get you towels.” You leave the bathroom and go back to your closet to get two towels in different colors so that you don’t mix yours up. When you return to the bathroom, you see he’s already half undressed and you immediately avert your gaze. “Sorry! I just wanted to bring you towels.”

He chuckles at your reaction, “it’s fine. I’ve already seen you, haven’t I?”

“What?!”

“Your pictures? And your work?” Ohhhhh that.

“Well, still. I don’t want to intrude on your privacy. I’ll give you some time while I put my makeup on.”

You close the bathroom door behind you and take a seat at your vanity to start putting your face on. You’re already wearing a lot of blue so you don’t want to include that when you do your makeup. You choose to do a very light shadow that almost blends in to your skin tone before adding an eye gloss over it to make it pop. You include enough highlighter on your cheekbones to blind an astronaut and do a nude lipstick in matte so that your face isn’t too shiny overall.

The entire time that you’re doing your face, you can hear Gojo singing in the shower so he must be enjoying himself. About the time that you pull out your straightener for your hair, the water turns off and the bathroom door opens. He comes out with the towel wrapped around him the same way that he’s seen you do and it makes you laugh until you realize that his manhood is exposed at the bottom.

“Gojo, your dick is out!” You shout.

“Yeah, we’re gonna need some longer towels.”

“Most men usually just wrap them around their waist.”

“That doesn’t look as cool.” You laugh and he smiles at that. He is charming, that’s for sure. “What now?”

“I put a towel on the bed so that you can hang out and air dry if you want. That's what I do.”

He takes a seat and now you see even more of his dick. You look away to get your hair done and you can see in the mirror that he’s just watching you.

“You have so many conveniences that people would’ve killed for the last time I was around. I used to have to boil water just to take a bath but you have endless water and endless heat. It’s awesome. There’s even enough room for two,” he says while wiggling his brows.

“Was there not enough room for two in the bath?”

“Well technically, yes. But it would require one person being on top of the other to do so.”

You smirk but don’t say anything else about that.

You remember where you’re meeting Utahime and her date and you’ve had one thing on your mind regarding him blending in.

“I don’t think I’ve asked you but maybe I don’t remember. Can you eat or drink?”

“Yeah, I don’t have to, but I can, sweets mostly. Why?”

“Utahime sent me an address to a restaurant and I was just wondering if we were gonna have to come up with a cover story for why you aren’t eating.”

“What’d you have in mind?”

“Religious fasting.”

He chuckles but agrees that it’s a pretty good cover. “What do you want me to wear?”

“Whatever you feel comfortable with. That’s what I’m wearing to give you an idea,” you point to the clothes you laid out on the bed.

You turn off your straightener and walk over to the bed to start getting dressed. You were going to go back in the closet and do it privately, but he’s right, he has basically seen every part of you and you change in front of other people at work so it’s not really a big deal.

But it must be a big deal to your dramatic demon friend because when your eyes accidentally lock with his, you see him watching you with a face that has desire written all over it. Your first instinct is to cover yourself, but you actually kind of like it. It’s been a long time since you’ve even been on a date so it makes you feel good that someone finds you attractive, even if they’re a spawn from hell or wherever he’s from.

“Can you stop staring at my tits and start getting dressed so that we’re not late?”

“Royalty waits for no one. We should be fashionably late.”

“I’ll never hear the end of it from Utahime if we’re late, especially tonight. Get dressed.”

He snaps his fingers and there’s a small puff of smoke before he’s completely dressed.

Fuck. You wish you had that ability.

“What’cha think Pretty Girl?”

He’s wearing a light blue button down with a pair of dark blue jeans in the same colors that you’re wearing. You couldn’t look like you coordinated your outfits more unless he was in a bustier himself.

You check the time and see that you should probably head out soon. It’s not so much that she called you at the last minute, it’s just that you like to take a metric fuck ton of time while getting ready, especially when it comes to putting your makeup on. And with your new companion enjoying every new thing he sees, time got away from you.

You grab your phone to text Suguru where you’re going, your purse, your pet demon and start heading to the front door. You stop and turn around, already feeling bad for what you’re going to ask him.

“Gojo, could–”

“Could I make myself invisible? Sure.” He doesn’t sound as upset as he did last time but you still feel guilty.

“It won’t be for long. Just until we get off the property.” He nods and you open the door and don’t see anyone in the hallway which gives you some relief even though nobody can see him.

You wonder when you’ll finally run into neighbors since you haven’t seen any yet. Granted, you haven’t been here that long, but it’s also surprisingly quiet so you must have the best apartment neighbors known to man. Once you get to the elevator and see that it’s empty, that’s another relief to you. Something about being stuck inside an elevator with someone that you don’t know, regardless of how harmless they seem, still makes you uncomfortable. When you reach the lobby, you don’t see Yuji hanging around so it looks like it’s a quick exit today. You do see a tall, crazy buff man at the front desk flirting with the woman, but that’s about it so it must be a slow day. He turns to face you when hearing your heels and smirks. You flash him a polite smile not to be rude but continue to act like you’re in a hurry hoping that nobody will talk to you.

When you exit the building, Gojo says, “that guy wants to have sex with you.”

“You think everyone wants to have sex with me.”

“You’re hot. It’s bound to happen.”

“Well, I’m not going to have sex with strangers so it’s irrelevant.”

“Why not? You’re young, you should have your fun.”

You get that a lot. There’s a lot of people throughout the years who have told you that you should have your ‘hoe phase’ and enjoy your twenties with clubbing and casual sexual encounters. But that just doesn’t work for you. You want connection and if it means that you can’t find it, then you won’t be with anyone until you feel that you have.

After reaching your car, you drive out of the lot a little faster than usual because you know Gojo hates having to hide and you don’t want him to have to anymore. When you’re about two blocks down the road, you deem it safe enough.

“Okay, you don’t have to hide anymore.”

He looks relieved and you wonder if it takes much energy for him to do that.

The car ride is pretty peaceful as he asks you what things are as you drive by.

“What’s the Pretty Kitty?”

You giggle to yourself because you know what it is and you love that place. “It’s a waxing salon.”

“What’s that?”

“They put a sticky warm substance on the parts of hair on your body that you wanted waxed off, put a strip over it, press it down, and then rip all that hair out at once.”

He visibly cringes at that and you can’t help but laugh at his reaction.

“Why the hell would anyone do that? It sounds awful.”

“It has a clean, smooth look.”

“Back in my day, women were au natural and there was nothing wrong with it.” He’s so cute. He sounds like a grandpa who doesn’t understand technology.

“Well, it looks good when you get it done. I do it so that I don’t have to shave for work.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks while turning to you. “Maybe if I saw it on you, I’d change my opinion. How about a little show and tell?”

“You have to earn the right to put your key in that lock,” you’re both laughing now and you have no idea where that came from.

Before you know it, you’re pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant and you spot Utahime’s car immediately and opt to park next to her. When you pull in, you see her sitting in her car with her phone in her hand but she puts it down once she notices that it’s you. But you can already tell that she’s skeptical about Gojo next to you and she hasn’t even met him yet.

You step out of the car and she runs over to you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Thank you for coming! I know that it’s last minute, but I appreciate it,” you can tell she means it and you’re grateful.

“It’s no problem. Where’s Atsuya?”

“He just texted me that he got here right as you were pulling in but I wanted to wait for you before going inside. Who’s this?” She directs her attention to Gojo.

“Satoru Gojo. Nice to meet you,” he says and extends his hand to shake hers.

She takes his hand, reluctantly, and introduces herself. You can tell that she’s already unimpressed but you’re really hoping that she doesn’t question him right now, tonight is about her and her date after all.

‘Hmm, let’s go,” is all she says before walking away and you follow her into the restaurant. She gives the hostess the name but does it with a little bit of intensity and you just kind of hope that she doesn’t scare the poor woman.

She grabs three menus and motions for all of you to follow her, which you do and you can’t even hide how excited you are for your friend. She doesn’t usually date, especially not someone that she met at a club. So the fact that she asked you here to meet him makes you really happy for her and you hope that things work out.

Once you spot Atsuya, all you can think is that if he and Utahime had babies, they would all have an intense scowl permanently etched on their face. They actually make a cute couple, you think to yourself.

He stands up when you approach the table and gives Utahime a hug and kiss before addressing you and Gojo and it makes you wonder how close they’ve gotten since they met. You haven’t gotten as many updates as you normally would and that makes you wonder if they’re further than she’s let on.

Good for them.

He turns to you and reaches out to shake your hand, “Atsuya Kusakabe. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Only bad things, I hope,” you respond with a laugh.

“Satoru Gojo,” you hear coming from the jealous and protective maniac behind you. You don’t understand why he seems upset now, he’s here with you and Atsuya is with your friend.

Ugh.

You’ll never understand his antics.

After all of the introductions are done, they take a seat on one side of the table and Gojo pulls out your seat so that you can sit next to him. And you could swear that after he sits down, he scoots his chair just a little closer to yours.

“What did you like to eat when you did?” You attempt to whisper to Gojo.

“Cake, mostly.”

“Okay, so we’re gonna get you a big boy dinner first,” you respond and he laughs. “Do you want anything in particular?”

“Whatever you think is good.” So helpful.

A waitress comes over to take your orders and you can immediately tell that she has eyes for your demon companion and it kind of makes you want to throw hands if you’re being honest. Maybe this is how he feels when a man gets too close to you.

She takes all of the orders before turning to him and asking him what he’d like with a little more of a purr in her voice than you’d like.

“Eh, I’ll just have whatever my girl is having,” he tells her while throwing an arm around your shoulder.

She looks taken aback and you look at Utahime for her reaction and even she looks surprised by this interaction.

“That comes with a few sides. How would you like them?” She tries again and goodness gracious this is uncomfortable.

“However she likes hers,” she agrees and makes a note to mirror your order before walking away.

“That was fucking uncomfortable,” you hear Atsuya say after a beat of silence and everyone starts to laugh.

“The nerve of her to do that with you sitting right there! Do you want me to punch her in the face?” If there’s one person who wakes up and chooses violence everyday, it’s Utahime and you love it.

“Kind of. But I don’t want the night to start off with a criminal record. Maybe if we run into her later.”

“So, where’d you come from?” She now directs her attention to Gojo.

“I met her at work.”

“Really?” She doesn’t believe him and you definitely should have come up with a better cover story. “She doesn’t date customers from the club.”

“I’m not a customer.” That was quick.

“What are you?”

“A demon.”

What.

The.

Fuck.

She seems to like that though because she starts laughing and you finally let your asshole unclench and your stomach relax.

“So how did you meet her?”

“One of my friends was doing business with another company and they like to meet up at that club to discuss it instead of in a stuffy office. I tagged along one night to take notes and that’s how we met.”

Not bad.

“And you two are… dating?”

“Just until she agrees to marry me.” you choke on your drink because that’s the last thing you expected to come out of his mouth.

“Oooooh, you got a sappy one. That’s familiar,” as soon as she says that you know that he’s going to be questioning you about it later.

“Familiar? How so?” Maybe she’ll do you a solid and ignore him.

“Her ex had a tough exterior but was a big softie. But that was quite a while ago.” Damn Utahime, stop talking.

“Oh yeah. Was he beautiful because if so, she definitely has a type.” This fucking guy.

She laughs at his comments and luckily the waitress returns to drop off the appetizers before this conversation can continue. You’re tired of people giving you shit about being a virgin in your twenties and you just don’t want to have to have that conversation tonight.

Dinner goes pretty smoothly and you see a lot of chemistry between her and her new man and you’re happy that she has someone. She suggests taking a walk down the street where there’s a bunch of shops before everyone heads home and you agree.

But first, you want to go to the bathroom to wash your hands.

You lean into Satoru’s ear to whisper, “I just wanna run to the bathroom really quick. Will you be okay out here? You know, because of everything?”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’ll just watch you.”

You get up and follow the signs to look for the bathroom and all you can wonder is why the hell it requires you to basically pass through a maze and an escape room to get to it. You know that they don’t want it right next to the diners, but damn.

Once you reach the area where the bathroom is, it’s also down a hallway that also has a lenghy mirror set up with a counter, probably for someone waiting on their friends you imagine. You see that the sign to enter the women's restroom is at the end towards the left and you’re over it.

Aside from this creepy bathroom trip, you’ve felt pretty good tonight. Over the past few months, you’ve been feeling like there’s been eyes on you every time you go out but you haven’t really been experiencing any of that tonight. Maybe you accidentally sold your soul away before you actually needed to and should have held off but it’s too late now. But, he did protect from potentially being followed all the way home so maybe it actually wasn’t the worst choice you’ve made. This is definitely one of your worst traits, your indecisiveness.

Once you enter the bathroom, you see that it’s much larger than ones you typically see in restaurants and it also appears that you’re the only one in here at the time. But you still pull your hair back and squat down to look under the stalls to make sure that you’re in here alone. You’ve done this ever since that scene in Scream and it’s not going to stop now that you feel like your feelings aren’t misplaced.

When it looks like you’re in here by yourself, you go to one of the stalls in the middle and lock the door to give you privacy just in case someone else comes in. Even though you’re going to squat, you still put a toilet seat cover down in case you lose your balance and fall down, and then finally go to the bathroom.

You’re just staring at the floor when you start to hear the door creak a little bit and you just assume that someone else came to use the bathroom. But after listening, you don’t hear footsteps which leads you to believe that you’re still in here by yourself. But you also know that there’s no windows that are going to blow the door open over here and this is where you think you’re just being paranoid but you can’t help it. A reasonable person would just assume that someone was going to come in but changed their mind and here you are thinking of the worst possible scenario.

After going to the bathroom, you slowly open the stall door and peak your head around to make sure you’re still the only one in here. If there was somebody else, they’d probably think that you were crazy.

When you get to the sink to wash your hands, you hear the door start to creak open again and you really hope that you’re just overreacting for no reason.

“Hey, you okay?” It’s Gojo, thank god.

“I’m fine, why?” You attempt to play it cool.

“I could feel your fear.”

He could what?

“You can feel that?” You ask in disbelief?

“We’re bound babe.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t know you could feel my feelings and stuff.”

“Only once they reach a certain point. Otherwise it’s just kind of background noise.”

You finish washing your hands and walk over to the air dryer to dry them off and Gojo is amazed the second that it comes on. He moves to stand next to you and puts his hand underneath and is apparently having the time of his life.

“You have some amazing things these days. I wish I could take you back to my time so you can see how much everything sucked in comparison.”

“I’m sure that you have a few fond memories.”

“Hmmm, there’s a few.”

“Maybe you’ll tell me about them some time,” you’re more curious than you want to admit.

“Maybe I will…” he leans in to whisper, “if you’re a good girl.”

You just laugh because of course he’d try to make it sexual. “Goodness gracious, do you ever not have sex on the brain?”

“Can you blame me when you walk around looking like that all the time?” It feels like your temperature just shot up by a few degrees and you attempt to hide your smile, but you can’t. “Oooohh, did you like that?”

“Shut up!” You playfully smack his arm and start walking out of the bathroom.

As soon as you step out, you see your server just a few feet away from the door and you know this is going to be an awkward encounter.

“Men and women aren’t allowed into the opposite restrooms,” she says while looking pretty annoyed. But you have a feeling that if he wanted to pull her in there, she wouldn’t have a problem.

“Uhh sorry,” he flashes her that charming smile and she already looks like she calmed down a bit, confirming your suspicions. “My girl was starting to feel a little unwell and I just wanted to check on her. Please forgive me.”

“Okay, it’s fine,” she smiles and all you can think about is how easy that was. “Just don’t let it happen again.”

You mutter a soft apology and walk past her to return to your table. Gojo catches up to you and grabs your hand to walk back with you.

When you get back to the table, it seems the bill has been paid and they’ve just been waiting for you to return so that you can all leave.

“I hope we didn’t take too long,” you say as you approach the table.

“Nope, we just got finished with everything. Ready to go?” Utahime responds while Atsuya pulls out her chair for her and helps her put her coat back on. They’re so cute.

You nod and follow the two of them out of the restaurant. Utahime turns around for a second and eyes your joined hands with Gojo before winking and turning back around and you’d completely forgotten about that until she pointed it out.

You attempt to let go of his hand but he just holds it tighter so you give in. He is your protector so hopefully if anyone was watching you, they won’t try anything if they see you attached to another man.

The four of you start walking down the street looking around and stopping at random shops to browse. You stop by a handcrafted jewelry shop, another one that’s full of trinkets, and a cute little bookstore full of rare books. You thought about buying a book of poems but now you’re paranoid about books with rhyming passages.

Utahime and her new beau seem to be having the time of their lives so you announce that you’re going to start heading home with Gojo, which you accidentally let spill from your lips.

“Is he going to spend the night?” She asks in what she thinks is a whisper but it clearly isn’t because Gojo and her man both look over to you for the answer.

“Nothing is going to happen. We’re just going to talk for a while before he goes home since he has to work.”

“Okay, but just remember that you’re allowed to have some fun yourself.”

You nod before giving her a hug and say goodbye to Atsuya before dragging Gojo out of the shop.

You walk for a few blocks before you see the lot where your car is parked but notice something else as well, a bakery across the street. You grab Gojo’s arm and pull him in the opposite direction to stop by the bakery on the way home.

“Where are we going? Your carriage is right there.”

“Something for you. For being so good tonight.”

He smirks and you already regret making that sound kind of suggestive. You point at the sign and he furrows his brows.

“Fight For Your Right To Pastry?”

God, you love punny names.

“Come on,” you pull him by his arm and open the heavy glass door to a smell of fresh baked bread and cakes and when you turn around, see his eyes light up.

“Damn. This is way different from what I’m used to. This is amazing.”

Just in the display windows, they had Wonka-esque chocolate fountains that went around and over the door almost like an archway and that was just the start of how amazing it is. You haven’t been here in awhile so you’re glad that you came out tonight.

He rushes over to the display case like an excited kid who you just told that they can get anything that they want and it makes you smile.

There’s everything from cupcakes in unique flavors, fruit tarts, candies, etc. One reason you try to avoid bakeries is because you have a habit of leaving with two boxes of snacks, but you can probably make an exception tonight.

“What do you wanna get?” You ask Gojo.

“I don’t know, there’s too much to choose from,” he says, sounding like he’s in awe.

“Can I help you with anything?” The server appears from behind the counter to take your order.

You know that you’re going to regret this purchase tomorrow but oh well, tonight was a good night and you want to end it on a good note.

“Can we start with a dozen donuts? Variety please.” They pull out a box and start filling it with one of each donut in the display case and Gojo looks especially happy when he sees one covered in a layer of sugar even though they basically always are. “Can we also have one of each of the cupcakes?” He gets another box out and starts to fill that up as well. “Do you want anything in particular?” You ask your shocked companion.

“Can we get one of those?” He points to a slice of blueberry cheesecake and who are you to deny him?

“Can we also get one of each of the cheesecake slices?”

The server nods and you already know that your teeth are going to hate you, but it is a once in a while thing. After they finish packing up all the boxes, you pay and wince at the amount you spent at a fucking bakery, before making Gojo grab the boxes to carry them to the car.

When you get back to the car, he holds the boxes on his lap as you start to drive.

“Can I ask you a question?” He hums and you continue, “could you feel if I was in danger even if I didn’t know?”

“Yup.”

“So, did you sense anything tonight or was it just me?”

“I don’t like the phrasing of saying it was ‘just you,’” he punctuated with air quotes. “But no, I didn’t sense any danger towards you, I just went to check on you to make sure you were okay.”

“Do you think I was overreacting about my fear? Or that it’s all in my head?”

“I haven’t been here long enough to determine that. But if I was to wager a guess, I don’t think it’s all in your head as you say. Even if no one is actually after you, I think you’re still in fear due to your parent’s untimely deaths being unsolved. And I think that if that gets solved, then maybe everything else you’re feeling will dissipate. We should start working on that soon.”

Hmm, maybe he’s right. Maybe it’s just knowing that an awful crime so close to home hasn’t been solved and that’s what’s sending you into a frenzy.

When you pull into your apartment’s lot, you realize that you didn’t tell Gojo to hide himself and honestly, you don’t really care. Tonight was a good night and you don’t want to bring down the mood by hurting his feelings.

“You didn’t ask me to hide.” Damn, is he a mind reader?

“You’re going to be spending a lot of time here, I can’t have you doing it every time. We’ll just plan when you’ll be seen because Suguru is going to ask questions.” You see a flash of irritation cross his face as soon as Suguru’s name leaves your lips. “Why do you always look so upset when Suguru comes up?”

“I’m not. If you wanna spend all your time with Suburu, go ahead.” You throw your head back and laugh because it’s honestly so silly. “What?”

“Nothing. I just didn’t peg you as the jealous type. But I think that this just confirmed it,” you keep laughing because imagine being an all powerful being who can teleport and this is what gets his panties in a twist.

“I’m not jealous, have you seen me sweetheart? I’m beautiful.”

“You’re not wrong. But that doesn’t mean that you can’t be jealous.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” This fucking guy.

“That’s besides the point Gojo.”

“Why don’t we make it the point?” He says while staring at your lips. He really needs to chill the hell out before you end up actually having sex with him.

“Tsk, let’s get inside before we spend all night in my car.”

He grabs the boxes and follows you inside the building where you get stopped by his favorite person in the world, Yuji. You quickly exchange hellos because he has work to do but it’s still nice to see a now familiar face in the building.

It’s a quiet ride in the elevator and the walk to your apartment and you know it’s because you were right about Gojo’s jealousy and he’s thinking of a way to complain about Yuji without making himself sound jealous.

When you get inside the apartment, he rests the boxes on the kitchen counter and then grabs you from behind, pulling you close to him.

He rests his head on your shoulder and starts to speak in that low and husky voice of his, “you said I’m jealous, maybe I am. Here’s what it comes down to,” he pauses and you swear your nipples are starting to harden and potentially give you away. “You’re mine and you’re mine alone. I don’t share… ever. I know that you didn’t like the way that waitress was looking at me.”

“Wha– what? You… what?!”

“Yeah, I can feel more than just your fear if it’s strong enough. If that’s how you felt with her taking our order, imagine how I feel everytime I sense another man ready to throw you up against the wall right in front of me. If you want to have some fun with someone else like that, I can’t blame you.”

“I’m not going to be having fun of that kind with anyone so you don’t have to–”

“How do you know?” He wraps his arms tighter around you as he continues to speak. “You’re a beautiful young woman, I can’t blame you for wanting to go out and enjoy your youth with someone else. But, I also can’t be held accountable for how I deal with them afterwards.”

Damn Possessive Pete. If you knew that you’d never be allowed to have sex without serving a life sentence afterwards, you would’ve waited to summon him and would have gotten that out of your system first.

“Gojo, you can relax. I’m not going to have sex with anyone, certainly not in front of you, that’s for sure.”

“How do you know?” He asks while pulling your hair away from your face in the most sensual way possible. “What if we go out with your friend again and you meet a guy that you want to bring home?”

“Gojo, I’m not losing my virginity to some one night stand at the club.”

He freezes and now you’re wondering if you revealed too much and made him think you were some twenty something loser.

But instead, he holds you even tighter, causing your breasts to almost pop out of your bustier from his movements. He buries his face completely in your neck and sniffs like he’s trying to remove all fragrance from a perfume bottle.

“A virgin huh? That suits you. Just remember what I said, you belong to me, first and foremost.” You feel him pressed up against you from behind and any questions you had about demons being able to have sex have gone out the window.

“What about you, huh? Gonna sneak off in the club with some hottie in the bathroom?” He chuckles in a way that can only be described as sinister and you wonder if you just poked the bear for no reason.

“Only if you’re the ‘hottie,’” he pulls away from you and walks back over to the boxes. “Alright, what’s in here?!” He yells while looking through the snacks. It’s wild how fast his demeanor has changed.

This guy is just fine and dandy while you’re completely hot and bothered and he’s acting like it’s not a big deal.

Unless that’s the point.

“I’m gonna go put on pajamas,” you announce while heading to your room.

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” he responds with a wink and you just want to punch him in his pretty fucking face.

You make a mad dash for your closet and close the door once inside. If there was one thing you didn’t expect when reading a protection spell, it was the fucking demon trying to seduce you. Although, if you’re being honest, he was doing a good job. Sometimes you just want to have a fun casual thing like other people do but your emotions just prevent you from doing that. But if you have a super cute possessive maniac who wants nobody but you, maybe it’s not the worst thing.

You shake those thoughts out of your head while changing and then return to the kitchen to see Gojo covered in donut crumbs.

“This is one of the best things I’ve ever had in my life and afterlife.”

You laugh with him but then remember, afterlife?

“Afterlife?” He hums. “How’d you join the afterlife?”

“I sold my soul and my demon came to collect,” he replies as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“You sold your soul too? Why?”

He takes another bite of his donut before speaking, “I needed help for my siblings. Our parents died when we were pretty young and supporting them along with myself was pretty difficult. My sister was considering working in the brothels but if sickness passed through, she wouldn’t last long. Plus, she wouldn’t be able to get married and have children like she wanted because people would just label her a whore. And even if she did, I still had to worry about my younger brother. So, I summoned someone to help me financially to support them, and then not too long after they were stable, they came to collect and that’s how I died.”

You don’t know what to say so you don’t say anything.

“That’s why I understood your frustration of the accidental summoning, you’re not the first person that it happened to.”

“I’m sorry for what you went through. Did your siblings end up getting everything they wanted out of life?”

“Don’t be sorry, it was hundreds of years ago. As for them, I don’t really know. Once you cross over you can’t see what’s happening amongst the living. That’s why everything is so exciting. The last time I was here, we didn’t have more exciting technology than candles. But you have amazing carriages that go super fast and you can listen to music without having to be surrounded by drunks in pubs! It’s fantastic!”

You move over to him to grab a donut out of the box yourself.

“Sure, some things could be better. But they could always be worse. Remember that,” he says before eating half of it in one bite.

Before you know it, you’re back in bed with Gojo trying to sleep while he plays around on your phone. You’ve only been laying here for thirty minutes but have already been tossing and turning enough for one night.

“Why are you so stressed out that you can’t sleep? You need your rest,” he says while playing Candy Crush.

“I keep thinking about my parents and how we’re supposed to solve this. Suguru never told me the details so I don’t know anything, meaning that I don’t even know where to start. So, what do we do?”

“Take me to the scene.”

“Huh?”

“Just take me to the scene.”

“How does that help? I still don’t know anything.”

“When people get too upset, they release negative energy into the world and that energy can linger. If it's strong enough, I can sense what happened to be the cause of that energy. We’ll take a look at the scene and I might be able to sense what happened.”

“That sounds like what people think ghosts are.”

“It is for the most part.”

“I have to tell Suguru that I’m spending time with you before he finds out some other way and it’s going to result in a background check. What do I tell him when it says you died hundreds of years ago?”

“Malfunction. This technology can’t be perfect all the time.”

He’s not wrong.

Maybe if you introduce the two of them first and he likes him, you can get him to put off the check for a little while. Or at least long enough to come up with a better cover. In order to roam the city and figure out what’s going on, you have to take him with you and you can’t keep him hidden the entire time so you’re going to have to introduce him to more than Utahime.

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You’re nervous as hell because today is a big day. Potentially one of the biggest days of yours in the past few years. You haven’t been back to your family home since you grabbed a few sentimental items before moving in with Suguru and Manami and it’s making you nervous just thinking about it.

You spoke to Gojo about going to visit and he feels pretty confident that something may come of it.

But if you’re being honest, the thought of having to go is really bringing you down. You slept for a good few hours last night and you still feel like you didn’t get enough rest which is usually a sign that you’re stressed out.

You texted Suguru to let him know you’ll be in the area running a few errands so you’re gonna have to buy a book or a candle or something from a store you like so he doesn’t think that you’re just spiraling.

You’ve driven past the street since everything happened, but you haven’t actually been inside the house and there’s a feeling that you can’t quite place. But it fucking sucks.

“Are you ready to go?” You ask your companion after exiting your closet in a fresh tee shirt and jeans.

“Yup!” He responds before snapping his fingers to change into an outfit that mirrors yours. It’s actually kind of cute that he wants to always match you.

Once you walk out of your apartment, you see a little girl sitting against the opposite wall by the door to another unit.

“Hi!” She smiles and waves and she’s an absolute cutie pie with her crooked pigtails.

Right after you return her greeting, a man, probably her father, walks out the front door, “ready to go have lunch with your brother?” She lights up and she’s so cute that she almost makes you want to have kids. “Hey, you’re that girl from the lobby, right?”

“Oh yeah, that’s me,” you attempt to play off that you actually can’t remember seeing this man anywhere. But it’s probably just your frazzled mind from everything going on.

“Toji and Tsumiki, my daughter,” he says while pointing to the little girl.

You introduce yourself and Gojo as your pain in the ass friend which you whisper so that she doesn’t hear and Toji laughs.

“This is the first time that I’ve met one of my neighbors, it’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too. I work a lot so you probably won’t see me around much, but if you ever need anything, I’m just a door away.”

You nod and you both lock your doors before getting into the elevator continuing your typical ‘just met you’ conversation of all the usual stuff. ‘What do you do for work?’ ‘How long have you been here?’ ‘Any other kids?’ All of those things.

When you reach the parking lot, you say your goodbyes and get into your car and you can already sense that Gojo is upset based on how quiet he’s been. But when you start the car and drive out of the lot, he still doesn’t say anything.

“Are you upset?” You ask because he’s unusually quiet.

“I don’t like that guy,” you knew it.

“Why? Does he want to have sex with me?”

He opens his mouth to speak but closes it again before doing so. It looks like he’s trying to think this answer through so you’ll let him have his moment.

“Yeah, he does.” All that thinking for that? “But I just don’t like him.”

“I already told you that I’m not going to be having sex with strangers, so I don’t know why you feel this way,” you remember your sexually charged conversation from the night before and can’t believe how that went down.

“Still. I just don’t want other men putting their grubby little paws on what’s mine.”

“Yours?!”

“Mine,” he says so seriously with a look sharp enough to cut glass so you decide not to challenge him.

“Can you even have sex?”

“You’ve seen my dick, haven’t you?” More than you needed to.

“Yeah, but that’s not what I meant. Can you actually have sex?”

“Yes. Interested?”

How did you end up in this conversation? Whatever, it beats thinking about your deceased loved ones.

“Didn’t I tell you last night that I was a virgin? I’m not just going to hop into bed on some random man.”

“I’m not some random man, sweetheart. “ Okay, that’s fair. “Don’t you wanna know how it feels?”

“Not enough to ignore what I want out of it. I get too emotionally involved when it comes to intimacy and I can’t just shut that off for something like that. If you’re not going to be emotionally involved in me, we’re already lacking compatibility in that way.”

“Who said I’m not emotionally attracted to you?” Fuck, he always manages to catch you off guard and make your words freeze in your throat.

But before this side of the conversation can continue, you have a question, “have you had sex with previous masters?”

“Yes,” he replies with no hesitation and you hate that answer. You don’t know why you do, but you do. “Does that bother you?”

“Tch, no.” That wasn’t convincing.

“Yes it does.”

“No it doesn’t.”

“Okay sweetheart, I'll let you have your moment of denial, but remember this,” he says as his tone starts to shift to something more serious. “If that’s how you feel about my past experiences, imagine how I feel when I see a man making a move on you in front of me.”

Okay, so protection demon and sex demon like you thought.

Also, why does he keep giving you that line as if other men’s actions are your fault?

“Well, nothing is going to come out of that so who cares.”

“You’re right. Nothing is going to come out of it if I have something to say or do about it.”

You were super nervous about going back home today but now you welcome the intrusion from this awkward fucking conversation.

“So,” you clear your throat, “what exactly are we going to do today?”

“We’ll just walk around the home and see if I can sense anything. If not, we’ll come up with another game plan.”

A few minutes of silence pass and you finally arrive at the street that your house is on but you pull over to the side and park before driving down.

“Are you okay?” Gojo asks.

“I just need a minute.”

He doesn’t say anything and you just take the moment to enjoy the silence. Everytime you’re in the area, you remember how you felt on the day and it can be pretty overwhelming, it usually is. It’s almost like you can still feel what it’s like to sit in the cop car and watch Utahime as you’re driving by and it can be too much.

After a couple of minutes, you put your car in drive and continue on your way.

You pull up outside the house that you lived in with your parents and it’s immediately waterworks.

This is the closest you’ve been to it in years and you didn’t think that it was going to hit you this hard. You don’t even drink but you feel like you’ll need one after all of this is over.

You turn your car off and unbuckle your seat belt and that’s when Gojo puts his hand on yours, stopping you. “We can take more time if you need it.”

“Thank you. But I just wanna get this over with.” He removes his hand and both of you exit the car.

You walk to the front door together and don’t even realize that your hands are shaking until you try to put the key in the lock. Gojo moves behind you and holds your hands, helping you unlock the door. This is only the second time you’re actually entering in the past six years and you’re scared of what you might see.

When you get inside, your natural reaction is to flip a light switch but there’s no power, obviously, so Gojo goes around and opens up a few curtains to let the light in. You go to take a seat on one of the chairs in the living room, but quickly move to the other side to a different one.

“Something on that one?”

“That was my dad’s chair,” he hums and starts looking around.

“Do you know where the crime took place?”

You nod your head no because that’s the truth. You don’t know where it happened in the home or how it happened, Suguru protected you from all of that and it was never released to the public so there was no way for you to find out even if you wanted to.

Gojo returns to the living room and takes a seat on the couch on the side closest to you. At first, he’s just sitting there and looking around like normal, but then something shifts. The room starts to feel a little colder and when you look back at him, his eyes are wide open and glowing a bright neon blue. If the curtains were closed, he could probably use them to light up the room on his own. He slowly starts to look around the room like that as if he was taking a panoramic picture and was trying to capture everything as best he can.

After about a minute, his eyes return to normal and it feels like the temperature does too.

“Did you get anything?” You ask him because you really want to get the hell out of here.

“Yeah, but I just wanna check upstairs really quickly. Will you be okay down here by yourself?” You start thinking about it before he grabs your hand and pulls you with him, “that was a stupid question, I’m sorry.”

Once you get to the top of the stairs, he activates whatever the hell he was doing before and starts looking around again. You hold onto him tightly as he starts walking down the hallway and looking through each room, finishing pretty quickly.

It’s an awful fucking feeling. Even though you can’t pick up on what he does, it’s like everything you’ve felt has been magnified. You used to always feel so safe and happy coming home, but now it’s just nothing but pure terror for you.

The one place that people should feel safe is in their home and some fucking loser took that away from not just your parents, but from you as well. You no longer feel safe anywhere and it led to you selling your soul by accident in an attempt to assuage this crippling fear that you have on a daily basis.

But being here has motivated you to get answers for what happened to your parents even more than before. You’ve always been desperate for answers, but you fucking need them now. You know that the detectives on the case are doing the best that they can, but it still doesn’t feel like enough.

You just hope that there’s some sort of resolution soon.

He leads you back downstairs and takes the keys for you so that he can lock the door. He even walks you over to your side of the car and opens your door for you. At first you thought he was going to attempt to drive and the thought makes you internally giggle a little. He gets back in on the other side and the two of you just sit together for a few minutes.

“Are you feeling okay?” He breaks the silence first.

“I think so. I just… didn’t think it’d feel like this to return here seeing as it’s been so long. Did you get everything that you needed?”

“Yes.”

“So that means that you were able to pick up on the energy or whatever?”

“Yes. Do you want to know what I saw?”

You think on it before responding, “no. I think it was a good thing that Suguru shielded me from this. He’s right, I don’t want to remember them that way.”

“Okay. Well, I can’t exactly make out the face of whoever did that, but I was able to pick up on a few things so if we come in contact with someone who has the same intentions and expels the same energy, I’ll know.”

“So it’s basically a waiting game?” You ask him, feeling a little defeated.

“Yeah. Sorry it’s not more of a pinpoint accurate thing.”

You wave him off because it’s better than nothing. Where the police have to rely on evidence and eyewitness reports, he can pick up on something that nobody else can see and that’s going to come in handy, even if it takes some time.

You finally start the car back up because you did tell Suguru you were running errands in the area and you don’t want him thinking you were lying just to ruin your own day. You do have to work tomorrow so you figure that you’ll pick up something to make yourself feel better.

You pull away from the spot and start to drive to your favorite adult store, hoping that you can shake off the nerves from today.

But unfortunately, you were so distracted that you didn’t realize that someone was watching you the entire time.

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#I Soly My Soul #Satoru Gojo is the worlds clingiest and sexxxed up demon #isms #i sold my soul and all i got was this clingy demon #isms*#isoldmysoul*#*#my stuff #fics #fics*#satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #satoru x you #utahime iori x reader #satoru gojo fics #gojo #satoru gojo

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asordinaryppl · 7 months ago

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A3! Backstage Story Translation - Tasuku Takato SR: Fun Eraser Stamp Making - Part 2

Tsumugi: Umm, erasers, cutters…

Izumi: I’ll leave the pens here.

Tasuku: Why did I get dragged into this…

Izumi: Come on, why not? It looks like fun!

Tsumugi: Oh. Director, why don’t you try making some eraser stamps too?

Izumi: Huh? Is that alright?

Tsumugi: I bought a set, so there’s a lot of them. If you’d like, you could make some with us.

Izumi: I will, thank you so much!

Tasuku: So, what are we carving?

Tsumugi: Hmm… I don’t think we need to decide on anything in particular, but maybe we should put our names on them.

Tasuku: …

Izumi: (It’s kind of cute how Tasuku-san is doing such detailed work despite his large frame…)

Tasuku: … What?

Izumi: Hm?

Tasuku: You were staring at me pretty intensely just now.

Izumi: Ahaha… I was just thinking that it’s kind of cute how focused you were on carving on that small eraser.

Tsumugi: Fufu, I get what you mean.

Izumi: Right!

Tasuku: … I seriously don’t.

Tsumugi: … Alright, it’s done!

Tasuku: What’s that drawing? As usual, It just looks like some strange animal to me.

Tsumugi: It’s Zabi! I tried carving him like I did before.

Izumi: So that’s why the “Tsumugi” is written in hiragana.

Tsumugi: And you, Director… That’s curry, isn’t it?

Izumi: Of course it is!

Tasuku: What a hard to describe drawing…

Izumi: What about you, Tasuku-san? How did yours turn out?

Tasuku: This is what I did.

Izumi: Uh, you didn’t draw anything and just carved your name?

Tsumugi: Making it this simple isn’t fair, Tasuku. You have to properly carve a picture.

Izumi: Exactly!

Tasuku: Even if you say that–

[Door opening]

Kazunari: Hm? What’s going on here~?

Tsumugi: We’re making stamps out of erasers.

Kazunari: OMG, that sounds so fun! Lemme seeee!

Kazunari: Woah~ TsumuTsumu and Director-chan’s stamps have taste!

Kazunari: What about yours, Takusu?

Tasuku: This one's mine.

Kazunari: Just your name? That’s way too simple~!

Tasuku: I don’t really have anything I want to carve, so.

Kazunari: Hmmm… You like dogs, so making a doggie would be good!

Kazunari: And like thiiis… Here’s a doggie on an eraser!

Izumi: As expected of you, Kazunari-kun. You did it both fast and well.

Tsumugi: It’s so cute.

Kazunari: Hehe, thanks a bunchies!

Tsumugi: Tasuku, getting help from Kazu-kun is cheating.

Tasuku: I didn’t even ask for his help…

Tsumugi: We have some erasers left, so why not try to make name stamps for some of the others too?

Tsumugi: You should join us, Kazu-kun.

Kazunari: Really!? I’ll make one for myself, then~

Tsumugi: Then I’ll… make one for everyone in the Winter Troupe.

Izumi: … Fufu.

Tasuku: Did something happen?

Izumi: No, but this kinda feels like I’m watching an art class.

Choice 1: Concentrating is good

Izumi: It’s good to just concentrate, clear your mind and get your hands moving once in a while.

Tasuku: I guess… I mean, I wasn’t really concentrating on the work.

Izumi: Is that so?

Tasuku: Yeah. It actually got me thinking about playing the role of a sculptor or printmaker.

Tasuku: Like, what would be the correct angle to hold a chisel? If the audience is sitting on the other side, how should I express my relationship with the work I'm creating?

Izumi: (That’s some classic Tasuku-san behavior…!)

Choice 2: Going back to the good ol’ days is good

Izumi: It makes me feel like a child in my elementary school classes, so it’s nice.

Tasuku: I see… So that’s why.

Izumi: Why, what?

Tasuku: No, you just had such an innocent look on your face while carving the stamps that it made you look like a kid.

Izumi: Ehhh? You were looking at me?

Tasuku: You were looking at me while I was carving too, weren’t you? Now we're even

Izumi: Uuu… That’s true.

Izumi: Still, having a friend you can do this kind of stuff with even when you’re adults is a good thing.

Tasuku: … I mean, I guess so.

Kazunari: Geez, Takusu, Director-chan, stop talking over there!

Tsumugi: Exactly, please participate properly. Come on, Tasuku, you too.

Tasuku: Yeah, yeah.

part 1 | part 2

#a3!#translation #a3! translation #tasuku takato #kazunari miyoshi #tsumugi tsukioka #izumi tachibana

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happyk44 · 11 months ago

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Maybe I'll give Annabeth NPD anyway. I mean there's ranges in experiences of anything and also I can't stop thinking about it lol (her fatal flaw, guys!! It fits so well, she wants to design the whole world and doesn't see that as a bad thing!!). So yeah, I'm gonna say she has it, but lemme break it down anyway.

DSM-5 criteria:

Patients must have a persistent pattern of grandiosity, need for admiration, and lack of empathy

Right away, grandiosity and need for admiration fit, but lack of empathy not so much. HOWEVER, while I do think Annabeth is a fairly empathic person, I can see her being more cognitively empathetic versus affective/emotionally empathetic. Her ability to be affectively and compassionately empathetic is more so based on the situation itself. So, say, someone gets something she wanted, while cognitively she'll understand their excitement, she won't feel it or want to celebrate with them because, well, she wanted that thing, so fuck them, why are they getting so excited about it? Similarly, if she does something that affects another person negatively, she'll understand how her actions upset that person, but she can't intrinsically find it in herself to care or do anything about.

I think she'd be good at masking this part of herself, not as manipulation or anything, but just out of instinctive mimicry of other people's behaviour. Other people feel bad when they hurt someone by accident, so she should feel bad too, and so on. What this causes, though, is a lack of understanding that she is not as emotionally empathetic as she thinks she is.

She's also a problem solver!! So when someone has a problem, she will fix it, she will come up with solutions, and she attributes this to "caring" when it's not always.

The presence of five or more of the following:

Exaggerated/unfounded sense of their own importance and talents (aka grandiosity)

It's literally her fatal flaw. Hybris - exaggerated pride or self-confidence in one's abilities. She thinks she can redesign the whole world to be perfect, guys.

Preoccupation of fantasies of unlimited achievements, influence, power, intelligence, beauty, or perfect love

Once again folds back into her fatal flaw. Not to mention we know that she'd been thinking about the prophecy coming to fruition for a long time and how she would help Percy (although, could've been any child of the big three that showed up) win the battle

Belief that they are special and unique and should associate only with people of the highest caliber

See, I don't know about this one because I think Annabeth is pretty inclusive of most people. But I do think that she believes she's special, or has more importance to the world than other people. Part of me has always thought that she thinks she's better than her siblings, especially considering how she's treated by her mother (gifted the invisibility cap, when we don't know or head about her siblings receiving similar gifts, being given the title of architect of Olympus, other stuff I'm blanking on probably). So 50/50?

Need to be unconditionally admired

Hubris again lol. Not, but in all seriousness I'm like 50/50 on this one. I don't really feel that she has that sense in canon? But I feel that she could have it very easily - if that makes sense.

Sense of entitlement

Idk tbh. I'm not sure she ever displays a sense of entitlement. Maybe when she joined Percy's team because if I remember correctly in the books, she was just "I'm coming with you". I think part of the problem when it comes to assessing based on diagnostic criteria is that sometimes I read it too specifically to the wording rather than what the criteria could encompass lol

Exploitation of others to achieve their own goals

You could look at her in TLT in this way - joining Percy's team not so much because she wants to help Percy but because she wants to go on a quest and leave camp. Also her positioning Percy at the river as bait without telling him so their team could win. It's a thin margin, yeah, but look I'm desperate and I really really like this headcanon 😅

Lack of empathy

See my above comments on lack of empathy

Envy of others and a belief that others envy them

I can see her being envious of others, especially when it comes to familial relationships since hers was never the best, or when it comes to success in areas that she does not do best at. One of my HCs is that she and Leo start a business - Leo does a lot of the physical creation, they both handle designing and planning, and she deals with the people side of things. Leo being a child of Hephaestus is better at making things, and Leo being Leo is more mathematically inclined than she is, and I can see that as a sticking point in the early stages of their business.

She likes aesthetic, he prefers functionality, and she'll get extremely annoyed whenever he catches a flaw in her ideas, angry that she didn't spot it, envying his level of intelligence and doing/saying things to knock him down a peg because she's upset (and then his inferiority complex kicks in and they fight and break up the business before coming back together after a few days because they know they need each other for this but, ugh, frustration. Eventually they figure out how to work with each other without getting prissy, but it takes its time)

I'm not so sure about the belief that others envy her, but, maybe, a need for others to envy her. She doesn't think people do, but she hopes they do. She hopes that people believe she is amazing and talented and that they envy the hell out of her abilities and wish they were her.

Arrogance and haughtiness

There are times where she can be arrogant. She's very self-righteous and convinced she knows better than other people, that she's smarter than everyone else, too stubborn to accept other people's point of views, see when she and Percy would argue about Luke - her inability to recognize that Luke was a danger to everyone now, her insistent belief he could still be saved. Also when she argued with the Sphinx because she was angry she didn't get a good enough riddle.

So five (and a half) points! Yay 🙌🙌 I did it! I have now fulfilled the cluster B portion (Percy - BPD, Piper - HPD, Clarisse - ASPD, and now Annabeth - NPD) so whoop. Good for me 👍

And as always if you have NPD and/or have ideas about the ways it presents in Annabeth (or any other character), or have thoughts on other disorders and the characters you feel fit them, feel free to drop into my inbox 😂

#won the cluster b bingo lol #happy talks pjo #npd!annabeth #annabeth chase

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sweetdreamprince264 · 5 months ago

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Hey there! Lemme introduce myself real quick!

//(Picture will be edited in the future, this serves as a substitute for now while I redraw Max‘s artwork)

OOC & Lore/Infodump down below (I may add stuff in the future)

//OOC - About Max (OC):

Hi, I’m @starlightcosmos04245 and I’m playing this OC, Max, as well as his older brother, Marc (@matsubusa-m), my main OC Lizzy (@ematsubusa) and Courtney aka Jördis (@kaga-ribi-612).

Max is Marc’s younger brother. He’s 10 years younger than Marc and actually Marc’s cousin. He was adopted by Marc’s parents shortly after birth.

Max is gay and married to a sailor named Shimizu Amakawa.

Max also is pretty flamboyant and open. He loves to chat and gossip about all sorts of things. That’s why he’s also known as Team Magma‘s gossip girl. He‘s also known for standing up for his fellow girls and gays if they’re in a pickle. He’s got a sharp tongue and no filter when he’s pissed.

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//OOC - About this blogs boundaries:

I, personally, am usually very open about everything. Though I have to admit I’m very shy and get nervous easily… so sorry for that. I’m happy though to be included in everything happening ^^

(I maybe disappear sometimes for some time due to mental health reasons or just stuff in my life happening. We all need breaks sometimes ^^; )

I’m okay with ic anon hate, poke fun at Max. Tease him, feed him with more tea/gossip. He will be responding accordingly. And he loves to hear gossip about what is going on in the multiverse. Also, feel free to ask him any questions. If they’re too extreme, though, I’ll ignore them (fyi). I also won’t condone any ooc hate. It’s inappropriate. This is a RP-Blog, after all. We’re all here to have some fun :)

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Alright, now we’ve reached the LORE ☀︎

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LORE

Max was born far away from Hoenn. He is Marc’s aunts son on his mothers side. But due to a mental breakdown that resulted in resentment and the abandonment of her own newborn, he was quickly given up for adoption. Since Marc’s mother wasn’t able to have more children without risk, she wasted no time and adopted her nephew. She and Marc’s father raised him as their own and Marc quickly accepted him as his little brother.

Max has always known that he isn’t like his brother or his friends. He’s always been more flamboyant, liking colourful clothes, dresses, make-up… he also always knew that he’s into boys. When asked, he says of himself that he’s sure he was born in the wrong body and should have been a woman. But aside from that, he’s very comfortable with himself and his body. Some even say he’s shameless, since he has no filter and loves to overshare.

When Max left Hoenn for some years to study abroad, he had a few boyfriends and lived an exciting life. Going to parties and/or clubs every night, doing dumb stuff, having fun… he lived his early 20s to his fullest.

After he returned to Hoenn, he joined his brothers, back then, newly reformed Team Magma as a PR-Manager and journalist. He’s no scientific man, but he knows how to speak to the masses - something that was desperately needed to restore the image of Team Magma.

He met his partner, now husband, Shimizu Amakawa, in a bar in Slateport. Shimizu is the captain of a ship there and often out on the sea. So Max stays either at the Magma Base or at his brother’s and sister-in-laws house very often, when his husband is out of the country. He’s a social butterfly and doesn’t like being alone.

He’s the type of uncle who teaches the kids stuff they shouldn’t know or gifts them things that are nerve wrecking for their parents - just to annoy his brother.

He loves his older brother though and looked up to him as a child.

Max loves rock, metal, glam-rock, a little punk and grunge and pop music (especially the old ones). He’s a big fan of Twisted Sister and ABBA. Also, he loves musicals - mostly for the drama and the fitting music (he LOVES drama)

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If you read through all this, again, thank you very much! Have fun with the little gossip girl :3

#pokeblog intro #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pkmn irl #cw: child abandonment #cw: mental breakdown

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erzsebetrosztoczy · 11 months ago

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hiii . I saw ur requests are open and if u still do fics can u do ac Valhalla hytham x reader? Reader is an artist and hytham enjoys his time with them , also their drawings, maybe he goes through the papers she drew on and sees himself? And he thanks the reader with a kiss.:3

U can change anything u don’t like in this request i just want a fic about my boy hytham .😭😭

Canvas of Secrets

Pairing: Hytham x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: if you count that i love writing yearning and falling in love with Hytham instead of actually having a relationship with him lol THE YEARNING GUYS HE'S A YEARNINER MATERIAL!!!

Note: I feel like I need to get back into the writing mood, writing vibe because its still off for me??? Lemme know I tried my best with my lil fried brain :(

The mid-morning sun bathed Ravensthorpe in a soft, welcoming light, casting long shadows as villagers busied themselves with their daily tasks. The rhythmic clang of blacksmith's hammers and the lively chatter of merchants created a symphony of everyday life. Amid this bustling activity, Hytham moved with a sense of purpose, his mind focused on his duties as a Hidden One.

Based on the documents Eivor found, another possible target appeared on the horizon, although he still had to do some research to make sure the information was true.

However, that day somehow work eluded the man as he passed by the edge of the settlement, where a small group of children had gathered around a figure seated on a low stool. Curious, he approached, drawn by the sounds of laughter and the sight of animated faces. Sharp laughter rang out in the air, but not with the usual gaiety of children- instead, he heard a soft, restrained laugh.

As he drew closer, he saw you surrounded by the little ones, gleaming eyes watching you, your hands deftly sketching on a large sheet of parchment. The children watched in awe as you brought a scene to life before their eyes, pencil strokes fluid and confident. You were capturing the essence of a lively market, complete with bustling stalls and cheerful passers-by.

Hytham paused, intrigued not only by your talent but also by the way you engaged the children, patiently answering all their questions, letting them try out anything and everything that piqued interest in their little heart from your work.. You glanced up, sensing his presence, offering him a warm smile.

"Ah, Hytham! Come, join us," you called out, your voice light and inviting. "We're just sketching the market today."

He hesitated for a moment before stepping closer. "I didn't mean to intrude. I was just passing by as I heard your little gathering having a good time." He smiled warmly at you.

You waved off his concern with a flick of your hand. "You're not intruding at all. Here, take a look." You held up the drawing, and Hytham marveled at the intricate details and the lively energy that seemed to emanate from the paper.

"You're incredibly talented," he remarked, genuine admiration in his voice.

You chuckled softly. "Thank you. Drawing has always been my way of capturing the world. It helps me see things more clearly, appreciate the beauty in everyday moments."

Hytham nodded, understanding the sentiment. "I can see that. Your drawings have a way of bringing things to life." Hytham chuckled, his eyes flickering between the drawing and her face, admiring the details and the skill that went into it

A child tugged at your sleeve, drawing your attention back to the group. "Can we draw the animals next?" the child asked eagerly.

"Of course!" you replied, ruffling the child's hair affectionately. "Let's find a good spot near the stables."

As the children gathered their papers and pencils, you turned to Hytham once more. "You're welcome to join us, Hytham."

He nodded in response, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips at her invitation, a rare sight that made your heart skip a beat. He then glanced over at the children and thought for a moment before replying.

Very well. I'll join you. He agreed quietly.

Hytham followed her lead as she guided the children over to a spot near the stables where there was enough room for all of them. As they settled down and everyone began drawing the animals around them, Hytham took a moment to observe the scene before him. He chuckled softly at the children's excited chatter and laughter, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. The day passed in a blur of laughter, sketches, and shared stories. Hytham found himself returning to your side time and time again, drawn by your infectious enthusiasm and the sense of peace that seemed to radiate from you. He watched as you guided the children's hands, teaching them to see the world through the eyes of an artist.

As the sun began to set and the children dispersed, you and Hytham found yourselves alone by the stables. Whipping your hands on your apron you joined him at the end of the stalls. Hytham leaned back against the wall of the stable idly, his eyes fixated on the setting sun. He chuckled softly, feeling a sense of peace and contentment in the moment. Once the children had left and it was just the two of you left, he turned his gaze towards you. Yours eyes met and he noticed the warm, knowing look in your eyes. You held his gaze for a moment before speaking quietly in a calm voice, breaking the silence between the two of you.

"Thank you for spending the day with us, Hytham. It was nice to have you here."

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. " It was my pleasure to spend the day with you and the children. They're a playful and curious bunch, it was refreshing to be around such innocence. I enjoyed it more than I expected. You have a way of making even the simplest moments feel extraordinary."

You blushed at the compliment, your heart fluttering. "I'm glad you think so. Sometimes, it's the little things that matter most."

He glanced at the drawings scattered around, his gaze lingering on a particularly detailed sketch of a horse. "You have a talent for this, you know. These drawings. They're beautiful."

Your blush deepened, and you looked away, a shy smile tugging at your lips. "Thank you, Hytham. That means a lot."

Hytham noticed the way her blush deepened and how she looked away shyly, his smile softening at the sight of her shyness. He chuckled softly and pushed off the wall of the stable, taking a few steps closer to her.

“It's the truth.” He stated softly, his gaze fixed on her with a warm, genuine look in his eyes as he spoke. “You have a gift for capturing beauty on paper.”

"This has always brought the greatest happiness to my life." You replied, crossing your arms in front of your chest, walking up to the wall and joining him to admire the colors of the setting sun. "The days pass quickly, and we often forget the things that bring us happiness as time goes on. There are memories I don't want to forget. So I learned how to preserve them.”

“And that gift will last a lifetime.” He replied softly, his eyes fixed on the gorgeous hues of orange and red as the sun descended below the horizon.”Memories are important. They make us who we are, after all.”

"They do," you murmured softly, a smile playing on your lips. "Memories shape us in ways we sometimes don't realize until much later."

Hytham nodded thoughtfully, his eyes still fixed on the horizon where the sun had disappeared. "I never used to think much about memories," he admitted quietly. "My life as a Hidden One demanded focus on the present and the future. But being here with you, experiencing these moments... I realize how much they matter."

You reached out, your fingers brushing against his. "I'm glad you feel that way, Hytham. It's important to cherish the moments that make us feel alive."

Hytham's gaze flickered towards her at the feeling of her fingers brushing against his. A touch that sent a small shiver up his spine. He looked back at her with a softened gaze and a small, warm smile.

“And moments like this?” He gestured with his head to the setting sun and then to their surroundings in the stables, his smile growing slightly. “Are they moments that will stay with you in memory?”

You considered his question, taking in the peaceful scene around you—the gentle rustling of the leaves, the faint scent of hay, and the quiet companionship between you both. The beauty of the moment seemed to intensify with his presence beside you.

"Yes," you replied softly, meeting his gaze. "When shared with someone special, they become the heartbeats of our memories. They're the ones we carry with us, even as time passes."

Hytham's eyes held a gentle intensity as he listened, a small smile playing on his lips. He seemed to absorb your words, savoring the tranquility of the moment, the connection between you both.

He leaned closer, his breath mingling with yours in the cool evening air. "And I want to make more memories like this—with you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, overwhelmed by the sincerity and depth of his feelings. You reached out, cupping his cheek gently in your hand. "I want that too, Hytham," you replied softly, as if afraid this moment will disappear if spoken out loud.

He closed his eyes briefly, leaning into your touch. "Then let's cherish this one," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss that spoke of promises yet to be made, and a future waiting to unfold..

Hytham leaned into the touch of your hand on his cheek, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he reveled in the sensation of your touch and words. He felt a wave of emotions swelling within him—a mixture of gratitude, hope, and a sense of belonging he had long suppressed, and he couldn't deny the longing that stirred in his heart at the thought.

As he opened his eyes and looked at you, a soft, vulnerable look in his eyes, he took in your beauty under the golden light...

You reached up, gently threading your fingers through his hair, cherishing the softness of his dark locks beneath your touch.

Hytham's heart skipped a beat at the feeling of your fingers in his hair. He let out a low, almost inaudible sigh, closing his eyes momentarily as he enjoyed the sensation of your touch. It was a simple gesture, but it felt intimate and tender, a connection that seemed to deepen with every passing moment.

He swallowed, his words barely above a whisper as he spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability and tenderness."I've long kept my heart guarded, hidden beneath the weight of duty and the shadows of my past," Hytham murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes remained closed, savoring the intimacy of your touch, the way your fingers threaded through his hair with such gentleness.

"But with you," he continued softly, opening his eyes to meet yours, "it feels as though the walls I've built around myself are slowly crumbling. Your presence... your touch... they awaken something within me that I thought I had lost."

His admission hung in the air, vulnerable yet filled with an honesty that spoke of deeper emotions. The golden light of the setting sun cast a warm glow over both of you, lending an almost ethereal quality to the moment.

You felt your heart swell with tenderness at his words, understanding the weight they carried. Gently, you let your hand caress his cheek, your touch conveying comfort and acceptance. "Hytham," you whispered, your voice soft with emotion, "you don't have to carry that weight alone anymore. I'm here, and I want to share whatever burdens you carry."

Hytham's gaze softened at your words, and he reached up, gently resting his hand over yours as it gently caressed his cheek.

"Thank you," he murmured sincerely, his voice filled with gratitude. "For seeing beyond the surface, for... for accepting me."

You nodded, a small smile touching your lips as you met his gaze with unwavering compassion. "You've shown me glimpses of who you are beneath the armor, Hytham," you replied softly. "And what I see... it's someone deserving of love and happiness."

The evening breeze stirred around you, carrying with it the quiet intensity of the moment. You stood together, bathed in the fading light of the sun, united in a bond that grew deeper with each shared revelation and tender touch.

When the world around you settled into dusk, you knew that this moment marked a new chapter—a chapter where walls crumbled, hearts opened, and the promise of a future filled with understanding and love blossomed under the gentle caress of an evening's embrace.

#ac valhalla #assassin's creed #assassin's creed valhalla #ac hytham #ac valhalla hytham #hytham #hytham x reader #ac hytham x reader #ac valhalla imagine #ac valhalla fanfic #my writing

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issi-loves-dannyric · 10 months ago

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someone older- Daniel Ricciardo

A/N i found this in my drafts and was kinda not vibing with it but do also

I might make a pt 2 idk lemme know

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Not a request but was listening to "Older" and thought of Daniel so had to write it out. Ignore mistakes, speak so many languages I just forgot my main one.

Warning- Horrible writing and barely angst

Maybe Pt 2

“I told you so” Is the first thing Daniel says to me when I explain to him my relationship with Jack.

“Thanks,” I say with a straight face rolling my eyes. Leaning my head on the cushion of the couch we are sitting on.

“I told you he was too childish but you didn’t want to listen to me” He sighs.

“I need to stop dating men my age, they are just shit” I sigh putting my face in my hands.

Looking through the club I try to find my boyfriend who somehow easily disappears in these situations. Giving up for a minute I walk to the bar for a drink pulling out my phone to check for any texts from him. Of course, none of the notifications are from him. Sipping the drink quickly I turn back to the dance floor and of course, met by my said boyfriend. The man dances with a group of women.

“Let’s go,” I tell him when I get closer earning a glare from him. Nothing new at this point, never scared me in the first place but gosh it’s an ugly look on him.

“Can you leave me alone for a few fucking minutes? You’re like a little puppy dog!” He says making the girls giggle around him.

“Okay, yeah, bet,” I reply walking away straight to the outside of the club.

Of course, the first number I call is Danny…the one person I could trust the most in the Formula One world since joining. He’s older than me but doesn’t treat me like a child thankfully. Danny gets to the club pretty quickly, and his face shows exhaustion. “Thank you, Danny,” I say looking up to the curly-haired man.

“Anything” he replies while pulling the door open for me. Flopping into the seat, quickly put on the seatbelt, I lean my head against the headrest.

“What happened this time?” He asked pulling away.

“I’m tired of him” I admit causing him to stay silent. Opening my eyes, looking at the man sitting next to me. His hair is slightly messy from probably waking up, and his face is slightly puffy proving it. Sighing I look forward again, I see from the corner of my eye him look over at me.

“Older isn’t always the best, some will treat you like a child,” Danny replies making me sigh. He’s right and unfortunately, the one I want.

“I know but couldn’t hurt to try, I mean before dating Jack…I-“ I stop slouching over onto the other side of the couch.

“You…?” He continues

“I only had feelings for a man older than me not just a few years old but many,” I admit pulling the blanket from the top of the couch. The silence from him made me anxious. “Don’t judge me” I tell him.

“I would never” he quietly says putting his hand on my leg. Shifting up again, this time I lean into him. Wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into him before leaning back.

“It was you” I let out, keeping my face away from him.

“What?” He asks quietly, I can feel his heart beating faster.

Lifting my head up, “It was you, from the moment I had met you. I went to date Jack because you clearly didn’t see me the same way. Jack seemed like a nice guy and you saying that it wasn’t a good idea made me want him.” I finished looking at the curled-haired man.

“That’s-“ he trails off.

“It’s fine” I sigh resting my head against his chest and closing my eyes. If it wasn’t for the alcohol, I would move away but not now. He keeps his arms around my back; which isn’t necessarily unusual but not what he would always do. Well, do until Jack. He would rub my back and play with my hair if I was down. He doesn’t want me and I just ruined everything. He treated me like an adult cause that’s what I am.

Feeling heat hit my face, I know the next thing is my eyes getting teary and I will fully cry. Shifting back away from him, and getting up altogether, I decide the best thing is for me to go to the guest room. That way he doesn’t see that he was one of the reasons I cried tonight. The second I’m behind the door, I feel one tear roll down my face…then another and another. Not long before I’m fully crying. Going to the bathroom connected to the room, I wash my face and brush my teeth with my toothbrush left here. This is probably the last time I will be here. Walking over to the closet, I take out my hoodie and sweatpants I left here. Changing out of the dress I was wearing.

My head hits the pillow and it’s back to crying. My relationships go to shit because the man I want doesn’t want me. I pick horrible people in hopes they inflict a reaction out of him.

The morning felt heavy, pulling out my phone I’m greeted by text from Jack some from last night and some from this morning. Sitting up I start to go through them.

-Are you serious?

-you left me here?

-Fine.

-Where are you?

-Why aren’t you home?

-I’m sorry

-I was drunk, I didn’t mean it.

-Where are you??

-Are you with him?

-Whatever whore

My response to that is blocking him completely and taking down anything that had to do with him. Sighing Roll out of the bed, slipping on the slippers I leave here, I gather my stuff that I either left here on purpose or accidentally.

By the time I’m done collecting everything, I have a small pile sitting on the chair in the corner. Sighing to myself I start cleaning the room to look like I was never here. I can’t come back. I admitted my feelings and was greeted with silence but what else could I have expected.

Quietly as possible, I slip out the house and down the street. Opting for an Uber to pick me up from a local business instead. The whole ride filled with my thoughts eating me.

Could we have actually been something? What if I was older?

The second, I’m home I start to collect all the things Daniel has given me or left here. Putting them into a box in the corner of my closet. This is for the best? Maybe.

#f1 #formula 1 #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #issi loves dannyric

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laughhardrunfastbekindsblog · 11 months ago

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Grogu and the Armorer

How it started: "Show me the one whose safety deemed such destruction."

Translation: "Sure hope our intervention and the consequences were worth it."

How it's going: "You are too young to join them. All in good time. Come, Grogu. If you wish to become a Mandalorian, there is much work to attend to."

Translation: "No, you may NOT go with your dad to hunt down a demon bird that snatched another youngling. Instead, lemme help you work through some of your repressed trauma and stock you little munchkin up with enough armor to protect a rancor. I shall also add the Mudhorn signet so hopefully your dad gets the hint that he should make the adoption official." ❤️

How it got there:

- Season 1:

Armorer: "Hold up, THIS is the one you hunted then saved?"

Din: "Yep. And the kid has powers."

Armorer: "Oh, okay, maybe he's a Jedi. We have stories of Jedi from eons past, they used to be enemies of Mandalore."

Din: "Wait, the kid's an enemy??!?"

Armorer: sigh "NO, Din, I specifically said eons past and used to be. The kid's not an enemy; au contraire, he's yours now! You get to keep taking care of him! Congratulations, you're a father! And in case I wasn't clear before: KEEP TAKING CARE OF HIM. This is the Way."

- Book of Boba Fett:

Din: "Can you turn the beskar spear into armor for my foundling, Grogu?"

Armorer: PLEASE tell me you aren't the one who saddled that precious child with a name like Grogu "Well... I am obliged to point out that technically he's not a foundling anymore..."

Din: "Please?"

Armorer: shrugs "Okay."

#the mandalorian #star wars the mandalorian #grogu #the armorer #din djarin #i love how many people just fall in love with grogu #including the armorer #she's like his grandma #and i am totally here for it

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pixietoxin · 4 months ago

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BIG LIFE UPDATE

Alrigjt so like i never post on here hut this is reslly important and exciting for me and im typing this in my phonr barely awake. But last week i came out as trans to my parents through text message and i was scared shitlessnlets say. It wasnt until my very last period of the school day i got s response saying “we love you no matyer ehat. Youre our beloved child”. And i nearly broke down in my english class tight them and there lemme tell you. My parents have been so good about using my new name and pronouns its such a breath of fresh air.

and TOMORROW i get a haircut. And like, ive had short haircuts in the pst, but short in girl hair standards. Im getting something like think nerdy geek boys had in the 2000s. Idk really but im just really happy. I for sure thiught that my dad wouldve been FURIOUS at me. But he said hes gonna try to treat me just like my younger brother. Ill be able to join in on the conversations my dad has with his friends. Ill finally be apart of something.

literally only good thing about this week (fuck trump) is that i can finally be myself at school. Im gonna send out an email tomorrow explaining my situation to my teachers because we have the day off. Maybe ill try to update this thing weekly seeing how my lifes going idk ill see

#transgender #transmasc #trans ftm #high school #midwest emo #mcr

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nemo-of-house-hamartia · 9 months ago

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HELLO NEMO!

First of all, let me give you coffee and second of all, long time not written so buckle up for my usual novel.

I absolutely adore the “you are my peace” kind of trope(?) it just hit the spot and I love how you fitted it with Mephistea (and I think it also fits especially well the assassin’s creed franchise main protagonists (and some maybe more than others but I digress) but of course every traumatized/tragic backstory bbg blorbo also fits well within this trope) But omg do I love the way Mephisto looks at Aranea in that post!

For that epiphany of yours : it was brilliant.

For the Hellion Family idea : it’s perfectly chaotic and do you think there would be as much chaos when Cleric!Dottie is first introduced to them ? (I’m talking about everything is on fire in the room and that one guy arriving with pizza level of chaos if you understand the image I’m referring to) Also, can we say that Jacob pestering could also be linked to being the middle child and this seeking more attention ? And is everyone in the Hellion Family comfortable being/going along their day naked ? (And how did Jacob even convinced(seduced really) poor poor Cleric!Dottie to even join the chaos) Maybe someday Jacob would somehow notice how exhausting and taxing his family energy is for Dottie (who was just so trying to escape/hide from some of the chaos) and maybe built a calm safe space just for her (and also hoping to butter her up more to his case lol) I’m also really happy that you could finally tie the quote that inspired the monicker “morning star” to Dottie !

and listen telenovela Hellions Family would be something I would watch religiously cause the chaos is unmatched lol

I also feel that Mephisto would need a really stiff drink to even try to counterbalance the headache his children induced and maybe(hopefully) let him keep his glorious mane intact for a couple of hours before he inevitably needs to spend another eternity on his hair care routine. Oh ! And Do you think that haircare could be something Mephistea do together to unwind ?

And I’m really excited to meet Ravenna (and to know from what corner of the virtual universe Lucanis comes from too)

And I also thought about Mathias and Dottie while listening to the song “Je l’aime à mourrir” by Francis Cabrel and I just thought the lyrics fitted them so well with all the trauma and torment both went through. I can just imagine Dorothea learning guitar in secret and then singing this sweet sweet of a potato Mathias and maybe this could become a song he (and she) could then sing to their children to describe how much love they have form them and each other. (Here is a link to the song with English translation of the lyrics : https://youtu.be/iXPJA_3zNZE)

I also had a thought about Fedelucia, since she likes to read so much, I thought that Lucia could transmit her love for reading to Petruccio so he could then discover the world in his own way through books. As for the feathers, maybe Lucia helped Petruccio make something out of the feathers Ezio brought him in order to gift them to Maria. If Federico hears about it, he might gift his youngest brother something with an eagle feather, maybe just an eagle feather tailored to write and some paper with a note saying something along the lines “so you can board on your own adventures” and thus maybe inspire Petruccio to write his own stories.

Hope you have a good day xx

HELLO THERE, "HELLO NONNIE"!!

(so many hellos to give around!!)

FIRST OF ALL, DEAR GODS, THANK YOU FOR THE COFFEE (goddamnit, I truly needed it so much. Woke up far too early to run all errands, and now I got one heck of a headache, so this coffee is HEAVEN SENT)

lemme reciprocate with a good croissant

SECOND OF ALL, IT'S SO LOVELY TO SEE YOU BACK, omg lemme just dive into this poststopper of a ask (my favourites lololol)

Lemme answer you paragraph by paragraph (so buckle up, this is going to be an equally long answer!!!! like, truly long olololol)

Ngl, the whole "You are my peace" trope, combined with an artwork of my favourite couple soundly asleep in each other's arms is probably, without doubt, my most favourite thing to draw AND write. Combine that with the soothing atmosphere of a nearby lagoon, with the light reflecting onto the water and scattering around, and you got my personal Paradise and safe space, because it honestly helps me calming down a lot, especially during my bout of anxiety, when I cannot keep it under control When I drew that for Mephisto and Aranea ( but truly, for Jottie, Mottie, Ardynia etc. etc.), I just loved to imagine all sort of tender emotions that their black hearts could still feel, at least for one another, because they truly are each other's peace and safe space, when the world outside is just too much to face. And you are right, it fits SO MANY characters from AC as well!

For that epiphany of yours : it was brilliant. For the Hellion Family idea : it’s perfectly chaotic and do you think there would be as much chaos when Cleric!Dottie is first introduced to them ? (I’m talking about everything is on fire in the room and that one guy arriving with pizza level of chaos if you understand the image I’m referring to) Also, can we say that Jacob pestering could also be linked to being the middle child and this seeking more attention ? And is everyone in the Hellion Family comfortable being/going along their day naked ? (And how did Jacob even convinced(seduced really) poor poor Cleric!Dottie to even join the chaos) Maybe someday Jacob would somehow notice how exhausting and taxing his family energy is for Dottie (who was just so trying to escape/hide from some of the chaos) and maybe built a calm safe space just for her (and also hoping to butter her up more to his case lol) I’m also really happy that you could finally tie the quote that inspired the monicker “morning star” to Dottie !

I KNOW, RIGHT??? Like, my brain birth all kind of ideas all the time, but this one actually STRUCK ME LIKE A FREAKING LIGHTINING, BECAUSE HOLY HELL (no pun intended), HOW DID I NOT THINK ABOUT IT FIRST???? Jacob and Dorothea as Cambion and Cleric????

I am still reeling into the thought of it, because it opens up to so many fun/sensual/soft possible scenarios for them! And also, I get to *FINALLY* play Dorothea's more impish and straightforward side - aka, how she would be had she not received a very strict Victorian education from her mama and papa - and let me tell you, she is a toughie. Like, her and Jacob in this whole BG3/DnD AU are the true definition of "Looks like he could kill you: it's a cinnamon roll" (Jacob). "Looks like a cinnamon roll: she could kill you" (Dottie).

And omggg YES.

IT WOULD BE PANDEMONIOUM, WHEN DOTTIE IS BROUGHT DOWN TO CANIA. A WHOLE ASS PANDEMONIOUM. Precisely as the image you were describing lololol, which is why, I think, Jacob would try to steer clear of his family knowing about Dorothea for as long as he could, because OH GODS, he would never hear the end of it, especially from Zaynab and Raphael (to say nothing of Mephisto, though he would be more amused by the fact that his own son is actually following in his steps more than he likes to admit lolol).

AND YES. Nudity is not that big of a deal among the Hellions (the reason being because sometimes I am just too tired to draw them clothed tbh. If I draw them all naked it's because I don't have the energy to draw their overlycomplicated garments lol) but there are varied degrees of nudity they are willing to show, so to speak. Like, Mephisto and Aranea usually are naked when together, but they do not go around Mephistar stark naked all the time. In general, they are all big on seduction and temptation, so they all live up to whatever they imagine would elicit a reaction into the object of their obsession.

BUT YES, IN GENERAL THE HELLIONS' FAMILY IS NOT BIG ON CLOTHING LOL. (expect when they have special occasion. Then they go the opposite direction and POMPOSITY BECOMES THE KEY WORD). So, yes, I like to imagine that poor Dottie, while equipped with the divine blessing of Lathander, has a hard time actually withstanding all the chaos in Cania, and Jacob would take notice of this and try to create a safe abode for her (which, I like to imagine, was suggested to him by Aranea herself, since it was exactly what Mephisto did for her when he brought her to Cania after she signed his contract), where she can just rest away (and be the victim of Jacob's clumsy attempts to actually seduce her into signing his contract - gods, the man is persistent lol).

AND OMG YES: Jacob's own pestering behaviour DEFINITELY stem (in this AU) from the fact that he literally is the middle child, so he was kinda overseen, what with Raphael's theatrical personality, and Zaynab and Karim being the only children born out of the love Mephisto harboured for Aranea. (good gods, my poor bebe Jacob, I need to draw him a sad cambion blorbo and Dorothea comforting him😭😭😭)

AND YES. I HAD THAT QUOTE HANGING ON MY HEAD EVER SINCE I CREATED THE NOIR!AU (where Dottie is actually a fallen angel), BUT I NEVER GOT THE CHANCE TO USE IT ON SOMETHING THAT I SHARED HERE!! so when I drew the artwork, the other day, I was like OMG YES. THIS WILL BE PERFECT.

P-E-R-F-E-C-T.

and listen telenovela Hellions Family would be something I would watch religiously cause the chaos is unmatched lol I also feel that Mephisto would need a really stiff drink to even try to counterbalance the headache his children induced and maybe(hopefully) let him keep his glorious mane intact for a couple of hours before he inevitably needs to spend another eternity on his hair care routine. Oh ! And Do you think that haircare could be something Mephistea do together to unwind ?

HONESTLY. I wish I was faster/the day had more hours/I had more hands/was a better artist to be able to bring more artworks about the Hellions. HECK, I WISH I WAS ABLE TO DO ANIMATION, SO THAT I WOULD MAKE CINEMATIC OF SOME SORTS.

OMG THAT STIFF DRINK, YES.

Poor Mephisto, whenever I think of him, all I can think about is that gif of Scar from the Lion King, because that's his default face whenever his children are around lol

Because despite his children being all adults by now, they are all very childish between themselves, especially the youngest three ( I do headcanon that, while Raphael is supposedely around 5000 years old, given or take, Jacob, Zaynab and Karim (and Azriel as well, if I settle to make her the youngest of Mephistea's children) are much younger and comparatively closer in age (like, I hc that Jacob is around 300 years old, while Zaynab and Karim are around 150 years old), which means that they are the more prone to actually cause trouble. Also, Jacob and Raphael do have a sort of rivarly in terms of who will succeed their father - if ever- so they are constantly stuck in constant competition.

Regarding Mephisto and Aranea sharing their hair care routine to unwind, the answer is YES.

I can definitely imagine Mephisto just sinking into his mattress, while massagging his temples because THE PERSISTENT HEADACHE WON'T LEAVE HIM ALONE.

Cue to Aranea just coming into the room with soft pace and humming and old Zakharan song, bringing all that she needs to just take care of her husband's glorious leonine mane.

And she would gently brush his curls, sometimes humming, sometimes chatting with low voice about all things related to the two of them, so that Mephisto can just unwind and ride out the whole sensory overload that his progeny has caused him with their shenanigans (because between the two of them, I do think that Aranea has a higher threshold of tollerance, compared to Mephisto, so I think she is the one that usually initiate the unwind for him, and once he is anchored back into tranquillity, he takes care of her with naked cuddles and soft love making).

And I’m really excited to meet Ravenna (and to know from what corner of the virtual universe Lucanis comes from too)

I am still in the process of learning Dragon Age lore and whatnot, so for now all I have is just some initial ideas for both Ravenna and Lucanis. BUT. for what I am envisioning for now, she is a spitfire, he is on the quieter side and he is very much his wife lololol Like, I am leaning toward much more sweetness and smluffness, so to speak! I kinda need it, to counterbalance the angst (which, I am sure, will be plentiful once Dragon Age The Veilguard comes out lolol).

HOW DID YOU FIND THIS SONG????? IT'S PERFECT.

PERFECT FOR THEM. OMG I HAVE BEEN LISTENING TO IT WHILE ANSWERING THIS ASK, AND IT'S JUST SO PERFECT????? THE LYRICS FIT THEM TO A T, and dear gods, the thought of Dorothea learning how to play guitar just so that she could serenade Mathias (WHO WILL MELT FROM ALL THE LOVE HE HAS FOR HER FML)....

AND THEN, THEM SINGING IT TO THEIR CHILDREN, SO THAT THEY TOO WOULD KNOW HOW MUCH THEIR PARENTS LOVE ONE ANOTHER???

oh my heart.

MY HEAAAAAART.

Like, Sophie, Valerie, Rosaline and Sebastién would ABSOLUTELY be sitting there and drowning Papa Mathias and Mama Dorothea with questions and whatnot, while I can so imagine Léonie and Lucien just rolling their eyes and saying EWW LOVE COOTIES NOOOO. PAPA MATHIAS, TELL US STORIES ABOUT KILLING TEMPLARS IN PARIS.

Absolutely adore this whole concept, omg it melted my heart, THANK YOU FOR SUGGESTING IT.

OK, FIRST OF ALL YES.

YES. YES. TO EVERYTHING.

OMG I READ "PETRUCCIO" AND MY WHOLE HEART JUST WENT OUT OF THE WINDOW.

THAT SWEET KID. I ADORE.

You know, in my version of the story, he ends up marrying Fiammetta, Lucia's own sister? Like, the Auditores in my AU cannot seem to resist the Barbarigos' daughters lololol. Now we need to combine a matrimony between Francesco and Claudia, and they are all settled!

BUT I AM DIGRESSING. BACK ON TRACK.

BECAUSE OMG YES. YES. I CAN SO IMAGINE LUCIA READING TO PETRUCCIO, DISCUSSING STORIES WITH HIM, BRAINSTORMING AND WHATNOT, AND ENCOURAGING HIM TO ACTUALLY WRITE DOWN ALL THAT HIS IMAGINATION ALLOWS HIM TO.

And I am just melting at the idea that Lucia would help him create something out of the feathers Ezio brought him, and Federico would take note of it and of the fact that books have become a passion for Petruccio, and he would gift him an eagle feather to write his own adventures.

Gods, Petruccio would actually cherish it for all time, and I imagine him being so hesitant to use it, because it would become such precious gift and memory of his eldest brother. And I imagine that, when eventually Lucia and Federico get married, he would compose something for them to read on their wedding day, as a thank you for all the love they showered him with.

GODS I LOVE THIS. APPROVED. IT'S CANON NOW.

Nonnie, thank you SO MUCH for this ask! I had so much fun answering to all your point, and truly, thank you for allowing me to blabber about it all and infodump.

It made me so insanely happy, it felt like the best cup of coffee in the world <3

THANK YOU SO MUCH.

TRULY THANK YOU! <3

#Nemo babbles #replies #Nonnie #OC:Aranea Baelfaer #Mephistopheles #OC: Zaynab #OC:Karim #Raphael #Ship: Mephistea #OC:Dorothea Morgenstern #Jacob Frye #The Hellions #Mathias De Beaumont #Lucia Barbarigo #Federico Auditore #Petruccio Auditore

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