#the good life: ch7

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How to explain Higurashi to my therapist cuz it’s literally the most relatable and impactful game I’ve played in years

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Puzzle Pieces Ch14

(Mafia!Miguel x Shy!Reader)

Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9, Ch10, Ch11, Ch12, Ch13

Warning: Smut so Minors DNI, mentions of abuse, heavy abuse (pls call someone if you are dealing with domestic abuse), blood, murder, language, fluff, bullying, mentions of sex, praise

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Miguel sat in his living room with a small glass of vodka in his hands. The room was dark and cold. Miguel was waiting for you to come back with Lyla and Jessica. After what happened earlier, Miguel could not stay at Alchemax. He would have lost his cool to whoever came in with bad news next.

Upon hearing giggling, Miguel exhaled softly. He leaned back in his seat and ran his hand through his hair. He closed his eyes for only a moment as he brought the glass to his lips. He could hear your soft laugh as you opened the door,

"A-Are you sure...I can pull off that kind of dress?" You giggled, hiding your smile. Lyla followed behind you,

"Girl, yes!" She chirped and noticed how dark the place was, "Oh geez, Miguel, you are not a vampire!" She huffed, seeing his glowing red eyes. You flinched and turned towards Miguel,

"W-Were you waiting long?" You hurried over to him, wrapping your arms around his back. Miguel hugged you back,

"No, Mi pequeño conejito (my little bunny)." He whispered, placing his glass down, "Did you have fun?" He asked. You smiled and nodded,

"Yep~" You chirped and turned towards Lyla and Jessica, "It was one of the best days I've had with girls. T-Thank you so much for t-today."

"Of course. If you ever want another day like this, just ask." Miguel kissed your head and glanced at his two workers, "Good job, enjoy the rest of your night."

"Bye Boss!" Lyla chirped as Jessica just nodded in response.

You waved towards the two, happy to have hung out with them. You covered Miguel's eyes as the driver brought up the bags, not wanting him to see what you got. After you found a good hiding spot, you hurried back to Miguel and hugged him once more.

"Thank you," You whispered into his chest. Miguel picked you up,

"Amor (love), I don't want anything to feel rushed. What's mine is yours and this will be your home now too. Just be as comfortable as you want. I can have the rest of your stuff picked up tomorrow." Miguel said as he brought you to his large couch.

"I-I go too. I just...want to make sure everything is picked up." You frowned at the thought, "I...I just can't believe...t-the nerve of them! M-Marriage s-should be my choice! Not theirs!"

"Hehe," Miguel chuckled lowly as your face turned red, "Sorry, baby, but hearing you raise your voice is quite adorable. But fear not, you are not going to marry that asshole. I'm going to make sure of it."

"Mhm, Miggy, I'm sorry...I'm causing so m-many problems-"

"You're not," Miguel reassured you with a kiss, "I'm here for resolve all of your problems, no matter how big or small. Your parents can't marry you if they don't know where you are," He hummed.

You felt your heart skip a beat as you kissed Miguel back. Once you got the rest of your things, your parents had no way of finding you. It was a scary thought, but even changing your phone number seemed like an option at this point.

You needed to cut the toxic out of your life.

"I have another surprise for you, but I'll give it to you when you're completely moved in."

"Miggy, you're g-going to s-spoil me~"

"You deserve it, amor."

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Miguel was against you going back to your place. He wanted to have his men take care of your belongings, but how could he say no to your begs? Your nerves were kicking in and you wanted to make sure that everything was grabbed.

Miguel only let you go as long as you messaged him every few minutes. He had this gut feeling, but he also had important meetings and deadlines to take care of today. Just to play it safe, Miguel had Peter join you.

"He better not say anything stupid." Miguel hissed lowly.

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"Oh you should have seen Miguel's face when I brought Mayday to work one day! Ha! It was like he's never seen a baby cause so much destruction!" Peter roared in laughter as he should you pictures of his baby.

You chuckled towards his jokes, feeling a little bit better about the day already. You felt like there were butterflies in your stomach. Once you arrived at your apartment building, you heard Peter tell you to wait. Confused, you sat in the car as he got out and walked around the building.

"Um...I-Is e-everything...alright?" You asked in a whisper once he returned. Peter smiled towards you,

"Just gotta make sure it's safe. We all kind of have this gut feeling and act on it." He reassured you and helped you out of the car once the moving van arrived,

"I-I'll show y-you guys the way." You muttered, texting Miguel as you made your way upstairs.

This felt so surreal. It felt like just yesterday that you moved into this place. And now, once again, you were moving out because of your parents and ex. Hopefully, this would be the last time you do so.

You helped Peter and the others grab your things, making sure that everything you wanted was taken. Once the apartment started to get empty, Peter told you that he was going to meet with the landlord really quick. You nodded and stayed behind in your apartment to double check.

"It...feels so...empty," You whispered.

Glancing at the time, you were about to text Miguel before you heard a knock at the door. The movers had already finished and left, so this must be Peter. Whispering your final goodbye to the place, you went to the door and gasped in horror.

"Missed us, sweetheart?" Eddie said with a wide smirk.

"E-E-Eddie?!"

"Y-Y-Yes. Fuck, still stuttering like a little baby. How the fuck did you manage to seduce anyone with that annoying habit?" Eddie spat as he pushed you back into the apartment, "Awe, what's wrong? Aren't you going to apologize for running away? Making me work harder to find your fucking ass?"

"N-No-Ah!" You cried as Eddie shoved you onto the floor.

"You FUCKING made my life harder! Had to waste time to hunt you down! I needed you to fucking HELP me for once and where the fuck were you?! Jumping on some other dude's dick!"

"S-Sor...S-Sorry." You cried, holding your head as Eddie went to kick you.

"Sorry doesn't fucking cut it! To make matters worse, the fucking supermarket got bought out! It's going to be harder for you to slide the drugs in now! So I'm going to need you to be a good fucking girl and sell my drugs with your body. Then maybe, just fucking maybe I'll forgive you."

You were a sobbing mess. Eddie was screaming in your ear, forcing you to listen to him as he pulled you up by your hair. It was as if you never left. Why did you even think you were going to have a better life in the city?

"ANSWER US, BITCH!!"

"M-Miguel," You cried loudly. Eddie tossed you onto the floor and was ready to kick you again,

"You never fucking le-"

At that moment, Eddie was flung into the nearby wall. You were shaking like a leaf, but felt something cover your body. Frighten, you poked your head from under your hand and saw Miguel standing before you, furious.

"M-M-Mig..." You whimpered, overwhelmed with joy. Miguel exhaled loudly, glancing down at you,

"Baby, I'm going to need you to close your eyes and cover your ears. I'm not going to be able to hold back."

You did as he said and proceeded to cover yourself under his jacket. The only thing you could hear were muffled grunts and screams.

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Miguel came in like a rabbis beast. All he heard was that Eddie was near the area and Miguel came running. When he saw Peter knocked out, Miguel nearly lost all his reasoning. Well, he never had some towards Eddie to begin with.

But, everything changed when he heard yelling.

The mere fact that Eddie had the audacity to raise his voice towards you, was disgusting. No man should ever treat a woman like that. As Miguel grew closer, he heard your cries. It was when you cried for his name and Miguel broke the door down in a frenzy and punched the living shit out of Eddie.

Unable to think straight as he saw you on the floor, Miguel was about to kill Eddie right here and now. It was until you whimpered that Miguel threw his jacket over your body and came back to reality.

He needed to torture Eddie.

Not kill him.

Yet.

Miguel rolled his sleeves up as he approached Eddie. The pathetic man already cussing over a broken nose. As if that was all he was going to end up with.

"So you're the new man, huh? Isn't she an easy fuck do-"

"Cierra la maldita boca, cerdo asqueroso. (Shut your fucking mouth, you disgusting pig)." Miguel spat as he swung another fist towards Eddie's face, "You're lucky that I'm not going to kill you here and now. No, I have much more saved up for you."

"Heh, you...have no idea...who you're messing with," Eddie spat out blood, smirking towards Miguel.

Miguel just laughed.

"Oh, it's the other way around." He whispered, his red orbs shining brightly, "You messed with the future wife of my family. It's you who fucked with the wrong mafia."

Eddie's smile immediately disappeared as Miguel threw another punch. Once Miguel saw blood, it was as if he could not stop. Miguel's fists kept swinging one after the other. He eventually stopped when Peter finally came by and called his name out. By then, you couldn't even recognize Eddie.

"Take him to the base."

"Miguel-"

"NOW!" Miguel roared.

Waiting for Peter to drag Eddie's unconscious body away, Miguel quickly washed his hands. He hurried over to you, carefully picking you up. His face was flushed with anger as he saw the state you were in.

"Aye, baby, I'm sorry I wasn't here any sooner," Miguel's tone was hurt as he showered you with kisses. You just sobbed and wrapped your arms around his neck,

"Y-You came!" Was all you kept repeating. Miguel groaned lowly as he held your head to his neck,

"I'm sorry, amor. Let me take you to the hospital to get you checked up." He whispered.

Miguel refused to let you go the whole time. You had cried yourself to sleep, which did worry the nurses at first; however, Miguel had a special relationship with the hospital so all was good. He was able to stay by your side the whole time.

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You gasped, waking up with a cold sweat. Miguel immediately grabbed your hand, reassuring you that everything was okay. When you realized that you were fine, you started to cry again. Miguel came and saved you.

"T-Thank...T-Thank you," You buried yourself in his chest, ripping onto his jacket tightly. Miguel's hand was on your head,

"(Y/N), there's something I need to tell you," He said with a soft sigh. You rubbed your eyes,

"Hm?" Miguel's brows furrowed, "Miggy, you can tell me anything..j-just as I can with y-you."

"I know, I know," Miguel sat beside you on the bed and stroked your cheek, "(Y/N), I want you to know that I'm going to kill Eddie. But, it's not just for you, you see, he's been ruining my other business."

"Other? Not...Alchemax?" You questioned. Miguel wiped a tear away,

"No, conejita (bunny), I have another job. One a bit more sensitive and secret. I want you to know that I do my best to keep this city safe from a lot of bad things," He sighed softly. You were still a little confused, but scooted closer to him,

"It's okay, Miggy. I love you no matter what," You said shyly. Miguel groaned at your confession,

"(Y/N), I'm the leader of the Spider Mafia. I run this whole city and keep it safe, keep normies like you, safe, from people like Eddie." Miguel whispered, pulling you into his embrace, "I will never, ever, hurt you or break your trust. Which is why I'm telling you now. I am going to kill Eddie."

"..." You gripped Miguel's chest, biting your lower lip as tears started to form, "I-Is...I-Is it...Is it wrong...f-for me to be o-okay with that?" You asked with a whimper. Miguel reassured you with a smile,

"Of course it is. After everything's he's put you through. I'm going to make sure he suffers tenfold."

You cried softly as you hugged Miguel. You wanted to say you had an inkling to his secret life, but that would be a lie. You were so blinded by love that you didn't care. Right now, you still didn't. Miguel still treated you right. Miguel still cared about you.

"I-I love you, M-Miguel! T-Thank you. Thank you!" You cried on repeat. Miguel just held you close, stroking your hair,

"I love you too. I'm going to make sure everybody who's wrong you get's what they deserve."

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THE THIRD MONTH 💭

Summary: Sebastian spends time with his beloved sprouse in the sanctuary of their shop.

Tags: Established Relationship [Marriage], Fluff, Comfort, Angst

Words: 3,2k

WHO BROKE IT? 🎉

Summary: Someone killed the expandable but no one knows who, so the entities of the Blackside have a meeting.

Tags: Broken Coffee Machine Meme

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BEHIND THE SCENES 💚

Summary: You are filming a movie called Pressure with your co-star, Sebastian Solace.

Tags: Fluff, Actors AU

Words: 1,3k

MIDNIGHTS

Summary: Sebastian Solace loves midnights.

Tags: Established Relationship, Angst, Arguments, Blood & Death, Sebastian is dehydrated and sleep deprived, Hallucinations

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STAY

Summary: Sebastian asks the love of his life to stay, sealing the promise with a wedding.

Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Songfic

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SUFFOCATED 💚

Summary: You get stuck in a very deadly locker till a helping hand from a certain shopkeeper pulls you out.

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MEMORIES OF THE DROWNING 💚💭

Summary: You start to get anxious in the middle of the night due nightmares but you still have your husband, Sebastian, to comfort you.

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A JOKE TOO MUCH 💚

Summary: Sebastian gets jealous when you bring a new friend into his shop.

Tags: Established Relationship, Jealousy, comfort, bad diving suit jokes

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A LITTLE PICK-ME-UP 💚

Summary: You get bullied by your teammates for being a bit chubby, and Sebastian steps in to protect you.

Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Plus-Sized/Chubby, Comfort, Bullying

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UNO! 🎉

Summary: After admiting that Sebastian doesn't know how to play cards, he gets teached by you. Only to get thrown into the world of Uno.

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MESMERISED 💚

Summary: Sebastian meets someone unexpected in the hallways only to fall head over heels for them.

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LIKE A MIRROR 💚

Summary: Sebastian meets an experiment that is very similar to himself.

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HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT 💚

Summary: You hide behind Sebastian after you ran out of good hiding spots.

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ILLUMINARY 💚💭

Summary: You seek out help from a certain shopkeeper after ending up at Hadal with a child in your tummy.

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FEISTY LITTLE ALGAE HEAD 💚

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A BIT OF PERSONALITY 💚

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BOW FOR ME 💚

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Summary: You are a Gyaru that got send down. The monsters are not an issue but rather the teammates that bully you. Luckily Sebastian isn't far.

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NOT TODAY, THANK YOU!🎉

Summary: You are befriended with the entities and invincible against them to Sebastians suprise.

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5 THINGS WITH YOU💚

Summary: Your autism gives you a hard time and you try to calm down with Sebastians help and the 5 things method.

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Summary: Sebastian and you are bonding over terrible dad-jokes.

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A FRIEND ALONG THE WAY💚

Summary: You comfort Sebastian when he doubts his own humanity. Little did he know that you are not an expandable but an experiment yourself.

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FASHIONABLE. FEARSOME. FRIGHTED.🎉

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DEATH WALKS WITH US‼️💭

Summary: After being used as Sebastians meat shield, you break down and he realizes the weights he put on you all the time.

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Summary: You are Sebastians Sister who sneaks in the Urbanshade Research Facility by being Undercover. At last, you meet your brother again.

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RUN RABBIT RUN💚

Summary: Sebastian adopts you, a sea bunny hybrid.

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Summary: Sebastian introduces you to Painter after said AI had traumatised you with a near death experience. Still you befriend each other.

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Summary: Sebastian has to deal with your anger issues.

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Summary: After dying so much, you decided to quit getting the crystal but haunt Sebastian as a ghost.

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Summary: You all escaped and Sebastian lives his life happily with you in your shared sea-side house, adjusting to the freedom.

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Summary: You have weird habits when it comes to relaxation. Of course Sebastian has to try them out.

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Summary: Sebastian follows an eerie voice only to find you singing to yourself.

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Summary: You catch a cold and Sebastian takes care of you.

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Summary: While working for Urbanshades law department, you have to comfort your own husband for his nine murders.

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Summary: You and Sebastian bond by pushing Urbanshade People where they belong, the drawers. Yet such a body can be quite large for a piece of furniture.

Tags: Can be read as Established Relationship, Bonding, Comedy, Mention of dead bodies

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Summary: You are a brainwashed experiment on the way to kill Sebastian for good.

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ONE WAY TICKET💭

Summary: You try to adapt to your new life by crawling back to Urbanshade for more experiments till Sebastian can't stand you anymore.

Tags: Angst, Arguments, Body Modification

Words: 1k

NOTED AND FOUND 💚❤️

Summary: Sebastian collects weird files till he finds out that you placed little love notes inside for him.

Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Comfort

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Summary: You are an axolotl hybrid with a weird way of self defense!

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baby twst headcanons

happy mothers day, have some disorganized tiny shenanigans feat. the twst women warnings: ch7 spoilers for draconia family members, siblings lying for fun (borderline malicious behaviour), foul language, and maybe a teensybitoftraumaoopsies

Riddle

if he could, he'd be an outside kid with tons of bug friends

secretly kept a caterpillar pet in a lil terrarium jar until it could fly on its own

he found it while it was raining outside and wanted to help it grow :(

my guy was a sickly victorian child

rarely would three months go by without riddle falling ill

he has dyslexia. without the pressure of having to get everything right on the first try, riddle can kinda enjoy reading now because he gets to learn new words and concepts at his own pace

deep in the corner of his room sits a journal with only half if it filled out. most of the entries start like 'i read a new book today' immediately followed by something like 'i do not understand life'

he actually can't bear to read the contents of the more recent diaries, but he equally can't bear to throw them away (not until he can send his younger self a letter that it will all be okay)

his only connection to other people his age were trey and che'nya

and on the occasions where trey was absent che'nya would 'teach riddle about the queendom of roses'

most of the time he fed him lies and riddle believed him

and most of the time riddle would yell at che'nya for being confusing and not clear enough

you can't just tell him that the hat man haunts him at night then reply with "what hat man?" when riddle asks for clarification

like !!! the hat man you just told him about !! (which gets him a reply of "who told you about?" damn you che'nya)

his favourite childhood memory was going out with them to get matching pins together

he still wears his little crown pin today!!

cats would frequently perch on his windowsill and riddle likes to watch them lounge in the sun and wonder what cats think about

(che'nya claims to know but riddle has never seen the beastman talk to a single cat)

but kitty-speak was riddle's first learned animal linguistic. he would practice by talking to the regular cat by the window

it stopped showing up for a while and then came back with four kittens and riddle smuggled them for a good... three anxiety-riddled hours before telling the cat their babies will be well taken care of with che'nya instead

riddle may had to give up those kittens that day but owning a pet cat will be in his future soon. #manifest

Trey

it was a massive game of follow the leader in the clover household

when mama clover was carrying flour over to the patisserie, you'll see the mini clovers carrying small bowls and utensils to help

easy bake oven user

but he was ass at it

legend says his unique magic manifested at age 10 when it was mommas birthday and he baked a really shitty cookie, so he prayed to the queen that his mum would think it tasted nice and it did :D

his siblings took a bite out of the rest of the batch and wretched very dramatically

had his hands full trying to convince che'nya to not eat the glass he found on the sidewalk because it 'looks crunchy'

in fact, whenever talking to adults, trey never refers to che'nya by his nickname but his entire full name. he just wants you to know!! also che'nya is a nickname for friends and family >:(

trey's room has always been free reign for his other siblings, they treat it like a common room

why? mostly because they don't have permission to do anything fun without supervision but big brother trey can to be their supervision :)) right :)))

the clover household is no longer shocked by che'nyas abrupt presence in their house. he seems to favour a certain corner of the house and most of the material on trey's bed

theres usually an extra set of utensils by their table in case che'nya appears. there used to be two extra sets but.. you know🫠

his siblings started a game of hiding as many rubber ducks in trey's room without him noticing

but after they permanently clogged the pipes of the toilet with their duckies, they switched to ugly stickers all over trey's bicycle

howEVER, it happens to be their bicycle now because trey outgrew it and had to get a new one. have fun cleaning the stickers :D

unofficial designated seats at the table and in the family car. real fights have broken out over the siblings because of these spots

still fears basketballs to this day because his brother threw one and trey happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and he woke up with the wrong accent. oh, and a concussion

Cater

all brands but barbie was ruined for caycay

his sisters used him as a mannequin to practice makeup

he had extremely elaborate revenge plans to pin them on the other sister but would get his ass whooped if he was caught

of course, that never stopped him from being extremely crafty to get out of trouble :)

referring to himself in third person cutely was a learned behaviour for survival™

it never worked in his household but it surely worked with other kids his age

collecting pity points but at what cost

had a girlfriend on club penguin for two months and got publicly dumped on club penguin

banned from club penguin because he wouldnt leave her alone and she reported him

sold off his sisters rainbow looms

those kids that are cognitively gifted such as he thought the people in the tv were trapped in there and then asked his mom if they were also in a tv and trapped

whenever dad worked in the office, cater would sit in the big boss chair and 'help', which meant that he was sorting coins and bills based off colour

he also told his dad to wash the money because it looked dirty on the corners

whenever he and his sisters played together, they'd tried to open the compartments of their toys and cater had so much fun with the screwdriver and taking stuff apart

also owned a joint notebook with his sisters. there would be things like poems, drawings, and the hair of ruined barbie dolls taped inside

cater has his own journal though, and he composes very emo poems in there. all written in glitter gel pen. cater would later look back on these and cringe but the more you read, the more you kinda get into it. it is a tad bit profound... for an eight year old, that is

Ace

demented ass doll player

his version of fun was making his dolls de-limb each other and throw them into a big pit to summon his darth vador figurine

whatever in-game ace is, that was his brother except he was significantly worse

my boy ace was the number 1 victim of big bro trappola

ate brown paint chips, which was 'chocolate' according to his brother

was locked inside the bathroom while his brother whispered bloody mary into the walls

sat through horror movies to prove he was a big boy and shit his pants when his brother recreated the jumpscares in the middle of the night

until he got a little older and started outsmarting him

now the trappola brothers team up to terrorize everyone else

its a competition for the brothers to compete over who can spoil the plot of which movie first

weaponized the slap bracelets

sucked milk out of plushies. no i will not elaborate

he's a jump rope champion! and it carries over to those skipper hoops as well

he does prefer the skipper hoops over the rope simply because there are um... ankle shattering consequences if you miss a jump, which meant it was perfect for sharing with the neighbourhood kids! gotta keep those stakes high, ya know?

tried to do a lot of magic tricks to impress papa trappola

made his brother take him to the amusement park and big bro got MAD tips because everyone thought ace was so cute, and quote unquote 'an angel'

like NO HES NOT???? if only big brother trappola knew ace picked up his charisma from him😭

Deuce

grew up with 80s movies, he thinks every that happens in those movies are true stories

he was always presented with old gadgets to 'fix' so its now something he can do pretty well; restoring old devices

the kids his age thought he was like wayyy too old fashioned, like born in the wrong generation

bike kid. if he wasnt inside he was on wheels

he kept a barbie doll in his bike basket and always made sure she wore her helmet (she was the bike guard)

slept with eggs and held them in his hands hoping to hatch a baby chick

thinks teachers live at the school

super sweet child. he's the first at the other kids' side if they got hurt

at the same time he is the biter kid. especially on fathers day

loves reading stories with grandma. whenever she came over, he would bring her a book

he'd also stick around the kitchen and try to see what she was doing. he thought that maybe he could learn to cook a few things by himself so they had more time together

in times like these he would be internally angry at his father because?? grandma is always working, mum is always working, fuck that guy specifically.

easter is his favourite holiday. his family have a tradition of egg painting and deuce used to hide caramel candies in them because grandma liked them

best helper kid around. will hold the dustpans and stuff while Dilah was sweeping

knew the names of all the trucks his mum drove and also a lot of the mechanical part names

had a habit of accidentally breaking things like clocks so he learned quickly how to fix them back up

his grandma takes him shopping for stamps so deuce can send mail to his house, addressed to his mum

Leona

parkour child

bounced all around the palace, climbing the trees outside and everything. gotta keep those claws sharp

before his father fell ill, the kingscholar family used to have lil picnics with Kifaji outside

without fail, leona would always find the highest seat or a nice sun rock to rest upon

unconsciously, even now, leona finds immense comfort in sun rocks

followed his brother around everywhere

when he couldn't catch up, Falena would give him piggy back rides while he was going about his day

asked him many questions bc hes curious about the world

would ask him difficult questions he already knew the answer to just to see Falena struggle lol

whenever tiny leona got tuckered out, his brother would carry him back to bed in lieu of the servants

leona insisted on sitting in the conference room with his dad to gain insight on how kingdom affairs were run

papa kingscholar agreed since it would be good exposure for them, and leona was the one who took notes, Falena would point out the participants at the table and quietly introduce them to leona

ruined the lives of people he played chess with. imagine being bested by a nine year old in chess. the shame.

after Falena got married, leona shifted his studies from maintaining amicable kingdom relationships to medicinal research and ancient curses

the palace staff thought it was out of malice, but leona wanted to focus more on the properties of magic now

(and also, well, based on the new target on his brother, his new sister-in-law, and his nephew, there can never be too many precautions..)

even when he was a tiny child he did whatever he fancied

his servants may have told him that tending to a servant's hair was below his stature but that only made him sneakier when making tiny braids in Kifaji's hair

git gud g

Ruggie

another crafty child

aye, when it depends on your survival, you learn to use those legs of yours to run like the wind

even worse he was a small ass child so he was hard to find

snuck into schools and pretended he could talk to ghosts and charged the kids a quarter to talk to a ghost for them

mental math god. from multiplication to geometry and time, ruggie knows the most efficient ways to get the job done, as well as a few backup plans

would sew up little felt dolls for his neighbourhood friends

left the house to do a bunch of odd jobs and picked up quite a few languages, which meant even more jobs all around, and now he has some pretty unique talents

like, he can preform acrobat tricks! and he can also paint a house upside down. oh, and he can travel quickly on one foot! (don't ask)

oh yeah, ruggie had a huge slime stand

he would make so much slime and sell it off and it made mad bucks but he also absolutely hated slime. what a good waste of detergent and glue, honestly... >:(

and people wanted them different colours and with charms and the like. at least it was a thriving market, but ruggie cannot stand the sight of slime ever since he retired from the slime scene

really liked rubiks cubes because it was like painting a little puzzle. also, when the children got bored of it, they would try to detach the squares and put them on the faces they desired

it was so funny to watch because they will use the oddest tools and tricks to dislodge the squares (like tying a shoelace around a square and trying to tug it off like you do with baby teeth)

ruggie also made lots of origami as seasonal decor :D his grandma really like the flowers and birds he would fashion

this IS canon but i want you to know that he would take the neighbourhood kids and rotate the group around houses in different costumes to get more halloween candy. everyone stan ruggie

Jack

he has younger siblings so his sense of justice was in his personality wayy back then

got to be an exemplar big bro for them💪

whenever they were playing castle, jack was always the princess because his sister wanted to be the heroic knight

if you asked jack, he would say that his sister only wanted to be the knight as an excuse to beat the shit out of his brother

wanted piercings but couldnt get them pierced so his sister gave him sticker earrings

they did not work nor stick very well but he loved him

let his siblings bite him, it seems to be their preferred mode of affection

sometimes they will wordlessly enter his room just to bite him and chill

often had playdates with vil when he was home

jack still doesn't quite know what the difference was between all these water brands vil was showing him but the spirit is there

oftentimes vil was alone in the house so the two played grown up and cooked by themselves

vil had told his dad that they were married because jack would come over and had sleepovers a lot

jack has a big green thumb. he wanted to plant a garden but he started with succulents first because they are notoriously hard to kill

by now he's ready to advance but every time he goes to get different plants, he comes back with more succulents haha

the plants under jack's care are happy enough to bloom flowers, and he gives them to his mama

if vil learned a spell, he would teach jack and vice versa. the BIGGEST supporters of each other. friendship is magic, guys

the first time they learned colour changing spells was an entire mess and vil was bawling in a panic by the end of it because they dyed Eric Venue's favourite couch bright blue and didn't know how to reverse it

jack wanted to call vil's dad to tell him but he ended up calling the wrong number and thought they were in trouble so he ended up bawling too

whenever vil wasn't in the class, no doubt jack is going to question his whereabouts

oddly, jack and neige have never interacted and only found out about vil being their mutual friend well into their teen years

Azul

like ruggie, was a master hider

unless he wants to be found, you will never find him

learned how to read earlier than kids his age because he wanted to prove he could spell big words to his mama

he may have cried a lot as a kid but do you know what that means? FREE black paint!! SUCK IT, PLEBS.

my boy was an astounding artiste, its why hes so creative with getting his way

azul is a visual learner, and always finished books a little slower because he REALLY analyzes all the pictures like downright dissects it

his grandma suggested art as a way to express himself while also making sense of the world around him

even though he thinks his old drawing of him and the twins is outdated in terms of his skill level now, he has a sentimental attachment to it and keeps it in his room always

trading trinkets was a common thing between the trio aka the twins would pop by

mama ashengrotto adored the twins bc they adored azul('s mom that is)

also inherited a beautiful singing voice from mama ashengrotto. he and his grandma would bond by playing the piano and singing. sometimes, they'd do a little show at his mom's restaurant

red hair was seen as very attractive in the coral sea and he very regrettably colour-magicked his hair

it was not the shade he wanted, but he was curious on what was, so with the many complex spells he learned at his age, he experimented with different lengths, colours, and styles until he restored it back to its original form

there remains one surviving picture of his red hair and it is kept in his stepdad's wallet (because its the only place azul wouldn't look!)

no azul is not aware pictures of his redhead era even exist

Jade

loved to weave necklaces and bracelets using shells and plants

gave a lot of necklaces made of sharks teeth to his family and azul because those are valued good luck charms!

it might also be because he loved to hunt sharks but he pretends thats not the reason :)

wandered off all the time and floyd always had to drag him back home before night

hes a curious boy, wanted to explore everything around him, especially the dangerous places

child leashes don't work in the sea but im sure mama and papa leech would have loved to have one anyway

was the main reason why he and his brother have separate rooms

too many petty "stop leaving your mess on my side (of the room)" and hissy fights had mama and papa leech mad

things definitely settled after they had separate rooms

sometimes if he got into trouble he would pretend he was floyd and sent his parents off to look for "jade"

highkey never worked but it never stopped him from trying

started a new method of using tears and his parents were more lenient with him after so he realized he can get away with things if he shed a few tears

he can cry on command and this is his primary weapon if scaring people off didnt work

will then pin it on the other party as if he didn't enable the fight

straight up told floyd lies growing up, that the pufferfish would crawl inside his ears when he sleeps, or that floyd was 'allergic' to seahorses, or that in order to get an angler mer to go away, floyd had to use bioluminescence

this carried over to land as well except jade didnt know whether his words were true or not he just straight up made things up

was also a very very sickly child. got ill extremely easily and is much more sensitive to temperature or water pressure changes

esp during pollen season? jade is gonna lose those lungs he just acquired from sneezing and coughing

Floyd

grade A hoarder

he sees something he likes? he's bringing it back home

unlike at NRC, the twins have separate rooms so the entire space is filled with a bunch of floyd's knickknacks (its why jade is always mad)

as soon as hes done playing with one he's found something else on his swims so his room is 80% things lying around

and when jade stole said knickknacks claiming it was his turn to play thats when floyd suddenly claimed that mermaid doll (that he highkey forgot existed) was his prized possession

back off jade thats his property😡

when he was younger, he loved looking and behaving exactly like jade, but as he got older he valued being his own person instead of an X2

is actually legitimately the older sibling by a few minutes and deliberately decides whether its his privilege or not whenever he can

but as soon as "because you're the oldest" is said he claims that none of them are older because they were born on the same day

to the outsider, it sounds like floyd is feeding jade a heap load of bs, but he likes gathering trivia and wording it so it *sounds* fake but really isnt

like that seahorses give birth via baby explosion

one exception to this rule is that floyd is constantly changing the story of how he met jade

one instance it was that they found each other, another was that some kid kept begging him for food and that later their mom said that was his sibling, other times, jade had allegedly died before floyd used his awesome magic to revive him

most of the time floyd tells jade that a whale shat him out and whatever came out of it looked so deformed and floyd thought jade was so soppy pathetic (in a cute way) so he brought him home

jade never tries to refute nor confirm any of these allegations but when the last story gets told he's always a little more passive aggressive with floyd that day

Kalim

sickly victorian child #2

its from all the poison attempts

and as a result he may or may not have tried mithraism so maybe its worse than we think😭

allergic as hell to bug bites too like someone please give them a electric racket

hide and seek is banned from the Asim household

at that point in his life, kalim had a good 6-7 siblings and letting them loose in a big household AND telling them to hide is a recipe for disaster

it was almost impossible for him to get in trouble too because no one was about to scold the heir of the house

workers of the Asim palace were absolutely not going to scold him and his parents had like fourteen other more rambunctious younger children

but don't be fooled, kalim is a very good seeker when it matters! he can spend hours focused on finding something important, so those hide and seek games were banned for a VERY good reason when kalim was out at night searching and didn't return the next morning (meaning he got childnapped)

oh, whats a little kidnapping but a minor setback? hes fine and in one piece, the doctor triple-checked! anyways, who's ready for another round of hide and seek??

every now and then, kalim falls victim to the good ole' midnight hour and kitchen scissors hair disaster. no, no one learns

the birds and random animals in the Asim park (that's right, his private park..) all have names and kalim visits them often to befriend them

he's learned around a total of eight languages and he will personally translate (with jamil as the scribe) his own books so he can teach his younger siblings

even remembers all their favourite hobbies, genres, activities, etc, etc

the Asim children all have one thing in common and that is their love for bubbles, but who doesn't?

kalim spends time in the nrc lab to create the perfect bubble solution with big, long lasting bubbles. trust.

remembers faces, names, and even birthdays very well. you can always bet on kalim to wish a servant or one of his tutors a happy birthday!

to kalim, having someone know your name and be happy to see you is very important! so he wants his loved ones, guests, and servants to feel appreciated, especially on their very special days :)

Jamil

has the immune system of god he has survived all of the flu seasons without catching it himself

he and kalim played in the bird houses often

taught the parrots a bunch of silly words and phrases

Najima taught one of the parrots to only refer to jamil as 'stinky'

he and Najima claim they look nothing alike even though kalim and everyone else insists its true

the two siblings fought over particular hairbands while sitting next to an entire selection of them💀

Najima loved to fight over things that jamil wanted first just for the victory

yeah, even in childhood jamil never got a break. as if the universe would give him that

we all heard the silly goofy story of jamil shuffling around under a vase thinking he was all sneaky and shit. he has many more stories like this

such as climbing in trees (he only got stuck twice!), wrapping himself in cloth and slithering on the ground (very conspicuous!!), again, draping himself in fabric and trying to blend in with the walls (with a 50% chance of success) etc, etc.

he is SO good at hiding and has so many secret spots around Asim palace, trust him.

Najima?? literally sent him a picture of curry for his birthday to celebrate. the two constantly send each other a bunch of pictures of random rocks, disfigured trash, and all sorts of unsavory things with the caption 'look its you'

while other servants were renovating Asim palace, they told the kids not to run around, because someone could crack their head if they fell off the ladder/the ladder fell on them

so, like the curious kids they were, jamil, Najima, kalim, and a few of his siblings camped around the construction zone waiting for someone's skull to break

its just morbid curiosity, they weren't wishing ill upon anyone

Vil

'don't carry me! i can walk by myself!' but in a way to convince his dad to pick him up

loved being carried around but would never admit to it

partook in many sweets as a kid even though he limits himself now

had a tradition with neige to make hot chocolate every thursday after school. in the warmer seasons, they switched to making their own fruit juice with the blender

from whole kiwis, to sweet potatoes, and ginger roots, it evolved to throwing random things in the machine to see what kind of funky juice would be made

our dear Eric Venue thinks this is so cute he has no problem with it as long as they dont waste food and clean up after. it would be a good habit to learn

plus vil looks so happy because he thinks operating a blender is such a grown up thing to do

1000% ate things he wasn't supposed to

the lipsmacker smelled so good though :(

when he failed a spelling bee and didnt want his papa to be disappointed in him the most logical thing in his seven year old mind was to eat the test

ripped it up and munch munched on the paper

and that had been his primary solution to bad grades until he was able to get in a good study technique (that, and his stomach rejecting the paper)

HORRENDOUS handwriting and it was because he tried to trick himself into being left-handed for a good portion of his life because the Beautiful Queen was left-handed >:(

also had trouble with enunciation from learning very big words. Eric can understand him but a bit of speech therapy and musical training helped

(if you're lucky, you'll still hear hints of it when vil's extremely sleepy)

often made friendship bracelets with, like, no one to give them to

traded a few with jack because vil taught him how to make them. jack thought that they would be a nice thing to give to the rest of his family, and made a few for vil in exchange

Rook

you think him crawling around on the dirt was a recent thing? hell no this was a learned childhood behaviour

he may not have had a bow back then but he had rocks and a will to play

and by will to play i mean he would pelt a lot of things with rocks

his old teachers had to placate him by teaching him how to skip stones on the lake for every one else's safety

only members of his own family were willing to play hide and seek with him

mostly because he is a terrifying seeker. you hide in the bushes and not two seconds later you hear those loud ass military grade boots stomping in your direction

ik no one wanted to play hide & seek with his ass. he only got worse after he developed his unique magic

helped paint his family's nails bc he had such a precise hand

its probably the nail polish fumes that made him this way. among 10 million other things

you know how kids would give each other cards and lolipops on valentines day?

well, on heart's day, rook would have drawn a picture of all his recipients and attach a cool leaf or flower to it

its very adorable and extremely thought out. his old recipients still think of him to this day (real)

rook had very nice penmanship even at a young age. he started by replicating his fathers handwriting and liked the flow of cursive and flair of a signature (rook has made a lot of personal signatures for himself)

had a wax stamp phase where he would dry out and collect a bunch of flowers and presses to make wax stamps

he still is crazy about wax stamps but now he can carve his OWN presses with his OWN knife 👍👍

made homemade twisttube videos at home with his siblings. they range from movie scene recreations, lip sync videos, or full on original scripts

be assured that the costumes, lighting, acting, and editing were rather top tier for their age, and it is because rook's family is exuberant like him (all cutie pies!!)

Epel

mud pie maker

he and the chickens in his village go wayyy back

didn't need animal linguistics to understand the clucks

uhh hey did anyone else have the experience of having pet chickens and then having them disappear and reappear on the dinner table??

im not saying it happened but im also not saying it didn't happen

he does brush his hair. the only reason he hates it when vil brushes his hair is that he feels like his scalp is getting scraped off

the only way to get epel to bathe was to use those three-in-ones because he would never sit still

those children that get dirty thirty minutes after you bathe them. sigh

overlined his lips with his ma's lipstick because ma used it to look nice before going to sell their produce, and epel wanted to help with sales this time. you can probably guess what happened after

the dislike for cosmetics is lifelong

(he did apologize by picking a handful of dandelions for his ma)

adrenaline junkie through and through. as soon as his legs were long enough to touch the pedal, he'd be operating the forklifts and in no way was it safe or responsible

fed the birds with seeds meant for their garden. they were hungry :(

fiddled around with the stray instruments on rainy days, now he can play in perfect harmony during celebrations with his relatives

epel has perfect pitch. destined for pomefiore all along <3

epel did not fear bees. he has potential for being a beekeeper but he didn't want to wear the bee suit

learned how to read and write very early in because he wanted to help out around the village. epel put checkmarks to confirm shipments and things

a bunch of his drawings are hung around the home

'helped' his grandma Marja knit by using the needle to stab the ball of yarn she needs to hand it to her

Idia

banning him from anything was impossible

locking your kids away from the cookie jar would work for anyone but idia. and not for the spiteful reason you think

makes him want to do it more because its interesting enough to stimulate his genius little brain

at that point he doesn't even want the cookie anymore

doing mental gymnastics to exploit loopholes. having a remote controlled airplane fetch him a cookie isn't going against his parents' word because technically he never touched the jar at all

which leads to extremely specific rules established in the shroud household

some notable ones include "severed limbs are only allowed in the staff freezers on halloween" and "no hacking the automated showers to chase down staff member C for thinking Premo are cuter than ortho"

his minecraft boyfriend broke up with him after they built their house together

it doesnt end there though, it never does. ortho took control of the pc to burn down the house and idia also got them banned. never underestimate the rage and revenge spirit of a child scorned

you know that thing about a devil and an angel on the shoulders? well, ortho was 90% the enabler for Bad Behaviour

and mostly because if idia was thinking of doing something, chances are, ortho was already doing said something

the S.T.Y.X staff often with the brothers were usually roped into playing video games and were happy to listen to whatever the boys felt like talking about

idia would bring new inventions to them and play a guessing game of what they think the function was

ortho stunk really bad at building things from scratch, but he was pretty good at memorizing the names of the parts to help idia

idia would ask the staff to take them to the observatory often. they would learn all about the constellations and idia liked to chart how they changed through the seasons

Ortho

his parents mostly had him because idia always got too creative when he was bored and thought having a new baby in the family would help idia fix up his behaviour, you know, be a good role model for ortho and all

... turns out, ortho would be pulling idia into all sorts of mischief. and worst of all, he ALWAYS GOT AWAY WITH IT.

he is tiny but mighty

lots of attitude in this little body

his favourite word was 'why'

him and idia had new nicknames for each other all the time

some of the time they were just kid things, most of the time they were a prize

whoever clears the extreme level with the highest score gets to make the other call him a nickname of their choosing

his received nicknames included such like "cosmic warrior", "lord of the shadow realm", and "the almighty" (when he beats idia's high score... after 5 losses in a row that is)

has no problem hacking the main S.T.Y.X system then blaming it on the employees for having weak security (some bs like 'im six and managed to break into the most secure network')

im sorry but i can't deny it. yes, ortho is an ipad kid and yes his ipad was disgusting

except ortho actually does listen to cyber security and he didn't have the passcode lock, he had the password lock, and it was changed every other week

(idia has accidentally locked the ipad on several occasions trying to guess the overly complicated password)

insane attachment in the sense that he will make up some bs reason (AND a forged research paper to further solidify it) on why he can't be separated from idia

if he were actually surrounded by children his age, just know ortho would've been the biter kid

weaponizes his cuteness just like jade but in a more ^^🌸 way

in these cases he will only refer to himself in third person because it pulls the most heartstrings

tugging on idias sleeves and telling him "ortho wants a cookie" had yielded better results for him than "i want a cookie"

and ortho is nothing if not a very smart boy

Malleus

fully believed that eating the seeds of watermelons would cause one to grow in your stomach

grandma Malificia found it too funny to correct him and to this day malleus still believes it

1/2 contributor to lilia's hairstyle. whenever lilia tried to make him take his bath he would spit fire

(until lilia let him play with the bubbles that was)

when he was a little kid and knew he was in trouble, he would hide in all sorts of places and pout

except he sucked at it. his hiding skill was between "if i dont see you, you cant see me", or his tail would be poking out behind the couches

usually the servants would turn the other way unless it was an emergency. because if malleus was found by anyone but the Queen or lilia, he'd have a toddler tantrum (he thinks they gave up on him)

spent most of his early days finding comfy nesting places or hunting for shiny things. there was nothing but Instinct in his little noggin until he could transform into a bi-pedal form

every day, without fail, he would get his horns stuck in something and throw a fit over it

testiest kid to ever test. when you tell mal he can't do something he'll do it bc he wants to understand why he can't do it

wanted to help grow the roses in his garden faster by summoning a thunderstorm that lasted three days and three nights

whatever tantrums you think malleus throws now are the most mild ones in his entire life

a younger malleus would summon entire hurricanes unknowingly and he would screech and babble in old fae tongue

a non-briar valley resident could easily mistake this for a demon summoning, but this is a normal tuesday in the palace

TRUST, malleus' temper is the tamest ever in the entire draconia lineage

the palace staff actually thank the witch of thorns for her mercy because this tantrum only burnt the entire east wing of the castle to the ground. the young prince is so tame !!

Lilia

straight out of a horror movie, this one

has the long dark hair and only wore long white dresses to really complete the look

loves walking around bare foot to connect with nature. that dress will be smeared with mud, fur, and berry juice (that were always red or purple tones, to everyones horror)

you all have lilia to thank for the inspiration to this horror trope

im talking wandering around in the dark, glowing magenta eyes, which appear red at times

sits SO still when its story time and the story is ancient curses and tomes

was also the kid that claimed they had a ghost friend and that his peers were being mean to "billy"

and no his family was probably the exact same way tbh

the fae are sturdy and lilia went without supervision for days

its quite a normal thing in his household

lilia would be fighting real ass ghosts in diapers and his mom would be cheering him on

the streaks are not from a goth phase but it was more of a 'the fruit juice in cranberries make really nice paint did you know??'

he also really loves tomato juice and it happens to be pretty too, so, why not?

it was originally red streaks but faded and he liked the pink better

one day he packed his bags and told his parents he was going to live in the afterglow savanna and his mom straight up joined him in packing

i like to believe that lilia did have edible food as a child but the army just ruined his tastebuds for Ever bc at that point, food was only a substance needed to live, it didn't have to be enjoyable

yeah, anyway it would be super funny if lilia's parents were good chefs, but lilia legit cannot tell the different between salt, flour, and white glitter

lilia was scooped up by Malificia mostly for his skill but it really turned out to be a glorified playdate for Meleanor

the princess was a mENACE and lilia could take her thunderbolts a bit better than the rest of her servants

(meaning that lilia was the only one that wouldn't be screaming bloody murder, he just would be hella mad and Meleanor thinks his audacity is funny)

Silver

lilias method of feeding him was waterboarding him with milk and that does not come without consequences

although lilia would go out often, its safe to say that silver was never really 'alone'

lilia would have a magical beacon on him at all times even if mal was babysitting, and he appreciates that the wildlife took a liking to silver

speaking of, silver had no concept of stranger danger no matter how much lilia told him so

every time malleus would come over silver would ask him to play murder mystery with his dolls

his first word was an attempt at malleus' name

they played together a lot it was really inevitable

helps worms and snails when it rains by helping them get under tree stumps or grass

played with axes & garden shears (thanks lilia)

2/2 contributor to lilia's hairstyle. and by that i mean he gave lilia a haircut with garden shears (that lilia fully encouraged so silver could 'build his repertoire of skills')

at this point lilias hair length was more of a liability since his sons loved to tug on it and one had a penchant for burning it

take your eyes off silver for one second and he's gone. he saw an ant, a bird, a cool statue, etc etc

loved all the fairytales lilia read him and always asked to be read the ones where true love reigned

him and malleus ran off together (more like mal whisked silver away) everywhere to play and explore

mal loved to show silver the most random things and he would always speak to him like a grown up

would often protest at the end of the day because he didn't want to part ways with him

their earlier conversations looked like mal was listening to silver say something profound even though all silver could do at the time was babble in toddler language with the occasional 'tar-tar' (no one knows what this is but malleus insists that silver is telling him he's hungry)

Sebek

beat the shit out of rocks with sticks

in the colder seasons, and and silver would find rocks or big ice pieces to smash on the ground

poor dude grew up confused as heck. lilia tells him lots of things, and he goes home and his parents tell him a different thing

complained about going to the dentist so much that now silver knows so much about the teeth structure of fae

his siblings love him so much, they're always doting on him and pinching his cheeks and that's why his smiles are so big and nice (real)

refused to eat anything on a fork. he hated the taste of metal

much preferred to use chopsticks. learned because he was a Big Boy now (he is one) and can help himself!!!!

unexplainable hatred for felt fabric. he used to melt all of his felt puppets in the water

him and silver dug a hole in lilia's backyard thinking they could make it to the shaftlands

they didn't make it to the shaftlands, but they dug too close to the river, so the hole filled up with water

and while silver panicked, sebek straight up burst into tears thinking the hole was going to drain the river

also burst into tears one halloween where lilia was dressed up and claimed he was the river spirit and didn't know anyone named sebek

ate a dog treat at some point but silver and malleus also joined him (not before malleus trolled sebek by saying he's going to turn into a dog now)

sebek was so distressed that he dragged malleus into it that he questioned his entire life because he loved playing with sticks. did he eat a dog treat earlier in his life???

when questioned, sebek told silver he didn't need to worry about the dog treat because he already drank milk like a puppy anyways (referencing the milk waterboarding, of course)

anyways, this incident ended in a stick-sword fight and malleus got a bonk on the head from lilia for his instigating

this is where sebek learned it btw. silver developed a thick skull because sebek is ALWAYS bonking him on the head for not knowing things he deems 'everyone should know'

taglist (let me know if you want to be added): @bigmoose1964

[pixelatedraindrops]

This is a commission that I received from FTAngel on Twitter. And I am completely over the moon for it!! Its just so perfect that it makes me wanna SCREAM 💜💜💜💕💕💕👀👀👀👏👏👏

~Rambling below~

I don't commission other people to make art for me often (let alone fanart) but if I do, I always tend to try to find an artist with a style similar to the fandom of the request that I want done. So it feels all the more canon and/or real to me.

Full Time Angel is a Danganronpa fan artist who does just as nice RainCode work. I decided that for my birthday I had to get a commission from them. (well actually I asked for 2) I failed to get a commission slot the first round, but I somehow succeeded the second round. (which is why it’s a month late)

I was a little shy at first, but I decided to take the plunge to ask them for this. I needed a good pic of a tired/sick Yuma laying on Yakou's lap for my life to feel complete. You know I live for these two's dynamic, they’re literally my roman empire 💜

And I gotta say, investment well spent! This is such an amazing piece! It came out so wonderful, it may as well be official!! >w< Yakou and Yuma look like they're pulled straight from their sprite art! And the detail on the background is phenomenal! Love the blur effects on the both the plant and the background behind the sofa! I'm so happy with it!! I could say so much more praise about this lovely work, but I’ll stop here.

Bottom Line: I’m in so much love with this! 🥰 💕

Best Birthday art gift to myself ever! ✨👌

This was originally supposed to be an illustration for HIWTHI’s Ch7, but nah I decided to make it a different scenario. Maybe someday I’ll write it’s own little oneshot/drabble c:

Feel free to interpret this however you want. Be it as Yakou Fathero, or a sweet domestic moment between two submates.

And as for the second piece...

Don't worry. You'll see it real soon… 🤭

[kerink]

okay, i finally finished the faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home. i thought it was a good story but not really a wtnv story. this post isn't about that. this post is about some of the things i got really excited about re: implications for the podcast:

the first was in part 5 ch5 when the FOW talks about how she's drawn to slobs and sloths. she does her best to help them improve their lives by cleaning their home for them and by trying to help mend their relationships. but if they're beyond her help she terrorizes them until they kill themselves.

this stood out to me because of how much the FOW fucks with cecil in the early part of the podcast. there's a lot of implication about cecil's depression and alcohol abuse in the early parts of the podcast, and we slowly watch him get better as the show goes on. i think knowing this about her MO adds an additional layer to that conversation. it makes me think about an immortal man burdened with decades of childhood trauma, the damage of which led him to being completely cut off from his family. a man living only to get up and go talk on the radio and drinking himself to sleep every night. the whole time the FOW is trying to get him to get himself together.

the second was in part 5 ch6 when she's talking about how all she had was murder and she existed in this world not by god or the devil but that she was brought by herself. she paralleled this with the story of eleanor, who was raised in a gilded birdcage by a controlling father and sold to her husband for a business deal. eleanor murdered her husband to take his money and make a life for herself controlled by herself. and how eleanor could see her face.

and what stood out to me about this was in the debate liveshow, kevin could see her face. the FOW made it clear that the only people who could see her face were people who were unburdened with the knowledge of this world (babies, small children, the erikas) and people who are on the same path as her - living for themselves and fueled by revenge.

lastly was in part 5 ch7, the FOW said that leonard burton's show was broadcasting 24/7. she said she stood in leonard's house, watching his sleeping body, while also listening to him perform on the radio. she said she called in and he answered her live.

i frankly can not believe i haven't heard anyone talking about this and what implications it has for cecil.

[soulreapin]

hello folks and folkettes i think you know what time it is.

its FIC. REC. FRIDAY ‼️‼️‼️

show these authors some love and tell your writer friend you love them

1. forget me (not) by europa_report (jupiters-junipers here on tumblr) (6/7, teen&up, 34k)

UGH. ugh. this fic literally ruined my life in the best way ever. keith buys something from a shady guy on a shady planet and does Not Fare Well. this was so so beautiful and i am going to shout my praises from the rooftops when ch7 is out.

2. 2251.5 miles by heavily_caffinated (completed, does contain sexual content so be warned!!!!!, 44k)

keith’s mom dies and leaves him a storage container in texas where he Isnt. lance and him go on a roadtrip to go get it. stal said hey roadtrip au and then i went and inhaled it like an addict. guys i Love roadtrip aus. love love love them. this was SO good and the way their relationship progressed…ugh. i need to chew on it or something.

3. my ballerina (sway me side to side) by autisticlancemcclain (complete, teen&up, 4k)

lance is Going Through It and so keith hunts desperately for tickets to the ballet. It Goes. GUYS this one is so goddamn cute keith loves his boyfriend and they love each other and i love dancer lance. im losing it like actually.

4. gimmie, gimmie (some of that vampire money) by autisticlancemcclain/negativefouriq/queencontrarian (SOLANGELO!!!! NOT KLANCE!!!! complete, teen&up, 5k)

i love solangelo. i love them So Much. nico is so down bad he spends a lot of money on renovating his cabin to get his crush to spend time with him. because he is Just Like Me For Real. if i were a teenager with an inane amount of money and a beautiful man yapping about floor to ceiling windows i too would do it.

hope yall love these. give these guys some love and enjoy your friday

[vampire-matcha]

Blood in the Wine- 6

Chapter Six: Merlot

A/N: MORE!!! GAZ!!! SMUT!!! Y'all already know I love this man so much.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: P in V sex, unprotected sex, blood play, cum eating, spitting, voyeurism, oral (m receiving), degradation

Chapter Song: Aqua Regia by Sleep Token (yes another ST song sue me)

MASTERLIST, CH1, CH2, CH3, CH4, CH5, CH7

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The fire beside you crackled with fervorous life, the wood spitting sparks into the air, stray embers drifting through the air on their own heat, glowing until they burned up and dropped onto the hearth. The heat warped the air around it, heatwaves danced in the air.

The only sound that contested the cracking wood were your moans as Gaz kissed and licked your body. He stopped at your chest, sucking one of your nipples back into his mouth, making you moan out at the sensitivity of it. Your hands flew up to his head again. He dragged his sharp teeth up your chest, your neck, teasing your supple flesh with the points. Your breath shuddered, and then he was there, breathing your whimper into his mouth. Those burning maroon eyes, reflecting the flames beside you, drinking in your half-lidded gaze.

You could feel the bulge in his pants grinding into you, and for a moment you were brought back to that night at the club, the feeling of him against your body, the excitement of following home, the anticipation of what was to come. You’d waited long enough for this. You’d been through too much already to wait any longer. You needed him. 

Your hands trailed down from his shoulders, feeling the hard planes of his chest, the firm ridges of his abs, until you felt the short coiled hair of his happy trail just above his waistband. You heard his breath hitch, felt it puff against your lips. You watched him watching you. Your nails scratched his hair and he sighed. You felt farther south, finding the clear outline of his dick through his pants, and he couldn't help but buck into your hand, his teeth sinking into his plush bottom lip. He let you take your time, reveling in every brush of your fingers feeling him up, the light pressure of palm up against him. 

Your fingers made their way under his waistband and he sighed as you lightly grip him. His skin was soft and sticky around the hard shaft. The head was as plush as his lips were, and precum leaked from the tip. You squeezed the tip, rubbing the slit with one finger, eliciting a moan from him. 

“Fuck, love. Don’t tease,” he said, his voice breathier than before. You decided to take mercy on him, pulling your hand away to push his pants down, letting his dick spring to life. He helped you get them off, crawling off of you for half a moment to kick them off. 

You finally got a good look at him as he got back onto you, his dick hanging heavy between your legs. It was big, thick around the middle, and uncut. The shaft was the same beautiful dark tan as the rest of him, and as he stroked himself at the sight of you, you caught a glimpse of the head, a little darker, a little pinker. Your mouth watered. You’d have to get your lips around it sometime, but that can wait until later. In that moment, you needed him inside you. 

He situated himself above you, pulling your legs over his hips and holding himself up with an elbow above your head. His eyes alternated between your eyes and where he guided his tip through your wet folds. You whimpered as he rubbed against your clit. His lips were parted as he tried to steady his breathing. He looked back into your eyes. 

“You want this?” he asked. 

“Yes.”

“You really want this? This isn’t- it’s not compulsion, right?” he asked again, worry cracking through his confident exterior. 

“I want you, Gaz,” you assured him, reaching between your bodies to grasp him, your fingers interlocking around his dick. He moaned in surprise. “Fuck me, please,” you breathed. He smiled, teeth sparkling in the firelight, and leaned down to kiss you. You held the back of his head, scratching his scalp and he slowly devoured you. He pulled back to look at your face as he positioned himself at your entrance, wanting to see the look on your face as he slowly slid inside. 

Oh, fuck, you could feel every ridge of his cock filling you, splitting you open. The head first, the plush mushroom scraping and rubbing the muscles inside you. Your eyelids fluttered and your moans harmonized with his, an unholy duet between you two. He settled in halfway, your body struggling to take him all at once. Your pussy fluttered around him, flexing and contracting in pleasure already as your body fought to adapt to the size of him.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he moans, panting breaths hitting your cheek. “Relax for me, baby. You can take me.” he pulled back out, leaving just the tip in, and then pushed in again, punching a moan out of you, reaching even further inside. “That’s it, baby. Thaaat’s it.” He pulled out once more, gathering more of your wetness with each slow, dragging thrust inside you, until he was fully seated inside, his balls fat and flush to your ass. You groaned in unison, echoing the chorus from moments before. 

He held your eyes in his, watching every microscopic twitch in your face, drinking in your image. Then he looked down at where he disappeared inside you and moaned at the sight. He watched himself pull out, wet cock glistening, and then disappeared back inside. And again, he watched the movement, faster this time, making you whine in pleasure. It was as if his cock was made to fit inside of you perfectly. The head of his dick nudged at your cervix, and he began to build a steady rhythm, rolling his hips into yours. As the force of his movements intensified, so did your sounds. You were unable to keep quiet, not that you’d want to. He fixed his eyes on your chest and watched your tits bounce with every slap-slap-slap of his hips. 

“Perfect. Fuckin’ perfect,” he groaned. You moaned his name and his red eyes flashed up to you. It was like he couldn’t look away from you for too long. He was mesmerized at the way your face distorted in pleasure, hypnotized at the thought that he was the one making you feel this good. And- fuck!- he made you feel so good.

Your pussy flexed and squeezed him as he fucked you, desperate for more of him as he hit the spot inside you that had your toes curling every time. Your knees hitched higher, legs wrapping around his waist, ankles locking together behind his back. You pulled him down to kiss him, one hand scratching his scalp, weaving through the close-cropped curls on the top of his head, the other digging your nails into his shoulder blade. Your mouth dropped open at a particularly rough thrust, and you threw your head back, crying out loud for more. 

“Fuck! Gaz, fuck me!” you practically shouted. “Yes, yes, just like that!” He doubled down his efforts, determined to get you off again. “Oh god, oh god, oh god!” you chanted. 

“Fucking take it so good, baby. My perfect girl.”

“Gaz, I’m gonna- ah!”

“Gonna cum for me, baby?” he said through gritted teeth into your ear. “Cum on my cock, baby. You can do it. Cum all over this fucking cock.” His filthy words pushed you over the edge and your pussy contracted around him, squeezing him in a rhythm only the two of you understood. Your legs twitched around his waist and you let out a long, low, drawn-out moan. Your eyes went crossed and your body went limp as he continued to rut into you. 

“Fuck! That’s my girl,” he grunted. “Gonna cum, baby. Where do you want it?” Shit… 

“Cum all over me,” you told him, looking him dead in those breathtaking maroon eyes. He shuddered above you, thrusting sloppily a few more times, before he pulled out, jerking his pretty cock until he was spilling hot drops of cum onto your stomach and chest, decorating your red, bloodstained skin in white. You couldn’t help the whimper at the sensation of the hot droplets. He moaned breathlessly and watched his cock paint your body. He held himself up above you on his elbow as both of you caught your breath, breathing in each other’s air. 

“Holy shit,” he said with a dazed smile, leaning his forehead on yours. You smiled back at him in your post-orgasm bliss. 

“There wasn’t a damn thing holy about that,” You quipped back. Your voice was thick and hoarse, and he didn’t miss it. He smiled, seeming to take pride in it, in how loud he made you scream- loud enough to lose your voice. He laughed, and the sound reverberated in your chest. You both looked at the cum settling on your skin, stares lingering on the way it glistened in the firelight. He swallowed hard.

A shaky hand swept some of the cum up on his finger. White and red, him and you-  pink. He brought it to his lips to taste. He licked it off with an open mouth and moaned at the taste, but didn’t swallow. Instead, he cradled your jaw and opened your mouth with a light pressure from his thumb, leaned close, and spat it into your mouth. You shuddered. You’d never done something so dirty, so depraved. You liked it. 

The taste was otherworldly. Bitter and salty and metallic and acidic. He pushed your jaw closed, never breaking eye contact. 

"Swallow," he commanded gently, and you obeyed. He smiled wickedly. In the back of your mind, you noted the irony of consuming him, the way he'd consumed part of you earlier. You smiled back at him. "That's my girl," he uttered lowly, stooping down for another kiss, still dirty, but slower than before. 

The two of you made out lazily for a while, until he finally pulled back with one final peck on your lips. He crawled off of you and stood up, studying your cum-covered body with a proud smirk as if he were an artist surveying his latest masterpiece. He bent down to retrieve your ruined, bloody shirt and used it to wipe his pearly droplets off of you, but it was more successful in smearing your old, cold blood all over your stomach. You shivered at the cold, wet sensation, and he grinned even wider. Your body looked like a Jackson Pollock. 

He helped you sit up a little and handed you his shirt, which was significantly less bloodsoaked. He pulled his boxers on as you dressed yourself and then held out a hand for you to take. 

“Let’s go get you cleaned up, love,” he said as he helped you stand on shaky legs and led you to the door. You shuffled to a stop and he looked down at you, sensing your hesitancy. “Don’t worry, the others will likely be in their own rooms by now. You’ll be fine.” You nodded and let him take you down the hall back to your bedroom. You tugged the hem of his shirt down the whole short walk, preparing for Price to pop up around the corner again. 

When you arrived at your door, you noted that there was a new, thick deadbolt screwed onto the doorframe. Gaz didn’t mention it. He also didn’t meet your eyes as he opened the door, a resounding click echoing down the hall. He placed a hand at the small of your back and followed you in. 

“Go get cleaned up,” He said, giving you a kiss on the side of your head and a gentle push towards your bathroom. You locked the door behind you and saw that a shower head and curtain had been installed for you. 

You peeled off Gaz’s shirt, turned on the shower, and stepped under the hot stream of water. You tried not to let your mind wander too much as you scrubbed the blood and mess of sex off of your body. You’d only narrowly escaped certain death for the second time, but at the hands of this Ghost. You turned the water hotter. The events of the day were finally catching up to you, and exhaustion was quickly seeping into your bones. You stood there for quite a while until you started swaying on your feet like a willow tree. You shut off the water and wrapped yourself in a towel. 

When you stepped out, Gaz was lounging on your bed, fresh and clean, dressed in sweatpants and a clean shirt. His arms rested behind his head and his legs were spread wide. You stopped in your tracks and cocked an eyebrow at him. 

“How did you do that so fast?” you asked, sleep evident in your voice. 

“I’m quick,” he answered. You thought back to earlier, how he carried you inside so quickly it was a blur, how he undressed you in the blink of an eye. 

“Yeah, I guess you are.” You walked to your dresser to get something to sleep in. You glanced at him to see that he was still watching you. You shifted on your feet and looked down at the towel wrapped around you. “Do you mind?”

“Love, I was inside you an hour ago,” he replied with an easy smile, “nothing I haven’t already seen.”

“Gaz,” you said, a bit whinier than intended. He shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes, but closed them nonetheless. You dressed yourself and padded over to where he laid, taking the spot next to him. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you to lay your head on his chest. It was surprisingly easy to sink into him, to fall into the plush mattress and the firm, lean muscle of his pec. It was all borderline domestic. It would be, if it weren’t for that nagging sense of danger that crept in from the shadowy corners of the room. 

“Price is gonna be pissed… we ruined his couch,” you mumbled, your cheek smushed and your tongue heavy. 

“Don’t worry about that tonight. I’ll talk with him in the morning.” his voice was already lulling you to sleep. “Tomorrow was supposed to be a feeding day, but I’ll get him to give you another rest day. You deserve it after that… run-in with Ghost.” You hummed in agreement, and fell asleep to his voice rumbling in his chest, and the lingering sense of being watched. 

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You were alone when you awoke. The bed was cold, but you could just barely feel the indent of where Gaz had lain. You hadn’t even noticed him leave. The pale fingers of the morning sun poked through your curtains. You sat up, a bit disoriented and sore between your legs. The room was quiet as you got yourself ready for your day, trying to grasp and any sense of normalcy in the godforsaken manor. The feeling of being watched never dissipated. You stood before the door, teeth brushed and clothes fresh, and tried the handle. Unlocked. 

The hallway was as silent as ever, save for the distant sound of low, rumbling voices coming from Price’s office. Curiosity got the better of you, and you crept silently on bare feet. Gaz had said he’d talk to Price. You tiptoed to the door and paused. Something on the other side sounded… wet? You turned the handle slowly, slowly, slowly. The metal was cold in your hand. You cracked the door open just enough to peek inside. 

Price was sitting in his chair, the chair he’d been in when you’d made your pact, with his legs spread wide and a cigar hanging loosely between his fingers in one hand. The other hand was resting on the back of Gaz’s head, who was knelt between those massive thighs, sucking and slurping on his cock. Price guided Gaz’s pace up and down, up and down, slow and leisurely as he brought his cigar back up to his lips. He tipped his head back, blew out a plume of white smoke with a grunt following it past his lips, and looked down his nose at the man servicing him. 

You were frozen in place. You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t see this. But your legs wouldn’t move, your feet wouldn't carry you away. All you could do was watch with wide eyes and trembling fingers as Gaz choked on Price’s length. 

“You use your mouth on her like this?” Price’s voice rumbled, so deep your bare feet could feel it in the floorboards. “You suck on her just like this? Hmm. That's it lad. Just like that.” Gaz moaned around him, wet sounds emitting from his lips; Price puffed again on his cigar, his chest rising and falling faster. “I could smell her on your fucking breath the moment you stepped in here.” His hips twitched. “That’s it. Fucking choke on it. That’s what you get for ruining my nice couch.” He cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. 

“Up here spending your night fucking our new little pet while Soap was bleedin’ out. Makin’ us all hear those pretty sounds of hers. Had to listen to you two while I was chaining up Ghost and patching up Soap. And then,” he bucks his hips into Gaz’s mouth, “I had to take care of myself, all alone. Now you've got to make up for it."

And then his eyes snapped over to you. His icy eyes pinned you in place, and he grinned. His head rolled back further, but he never broke eye contact with you. Your heart hammered in your chest and you knew he could hear it, he could sense the blood gushing through it, flooding your cunt. He pushed Gaz’s head down further and groaned, deep and throaty. He came while staring directly into your eyes, and Gaz swallowed it all. Your mouth hung open as you panted and tried not to drool. 

Gaz pulled away, also panting, licked his lips, and looked up at Price. But when he saw that Price was no longer looking down at him, instead  smiling at something over his head, he followed his gaze. Both men stared at you, one satisfied, amused, even; the other’s expression unreadable. You tried to break away, to run back down the hall, but your legs had turned to stone. 

Oh, fuck.

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[celestie0]

Idk if this is weird to ask but can you tell more about your situationship?😭 I’m curious since it inspired the story idkkk

nooo not weird at all haha, i had plans to share more ab it once i was done w kickoff but i dont really mind sharing a bit now (will literally always take up any chance to talk ab it it’s an impulse i cannot resist)

basically i met this guy like halfway through my freshman year of college at a frat event, it was a bit different from kickoff dynamic in that we started hooking up pretty soon after that, just a casual thing, but then the pandemic hit and so he went back home to live w his grandpa/family in new york (i live in cali) once campus shut down and stuff. obviously we couldn’t hook up anymore LMFAO but we still talked a lot and i think it was during this time of just talking to one another that i really started to catch massive feelings for him :”)

i went through some bad anxiety during covid, struggling a lot w my career and if i still wanted to pursue the things i thought i wanted (i think a lot of college students went through this w the pandooski) but he would always be there for me and would stay on facetime calls w me if i was struggling to study, he’d cheer me up w pics of his tibetan dogs lol, just reallyyy sweet ugh when we were long distance i rly saw a side of him i didn’t before and i think that’s what made me fall for him

i confessed to him first, similar to reader in kickoff, n told him we could do long distance until he moved back here. but then he hit me with the “i’m sorry, i can’t date you, i’ve got commitment issues”. in his case, he had a long-term girlfriend in high school for four years who he also was dating into college (before he met me), but he found out she had been cheating on him for a long time w not just one but multiple of his friends 😭 so..he said he has really bad trust issues, and that he really wanted to try to date me, but he just felt like he couldn’t

i was really hurt, obviously, but i think in hindsight maybe it was a responsible decision on his part to not throw me into a mess of a relationship w him, one he knew he wasn’t ready for. but at the time, i just thought that it was bc i wasn’t good enough to change his mind. anyways, he asked if we could still talk and be friends, and i said sure bc i didn’t really want to lose him. i figured i could just wait for him (and i told him that i would)

yeahhh well the waiting was way more fucking painful than i thought. he flew to cali once to visit me when flights were sort of resuming, which is just fucking insane because you’ll fly to see me but you won’t date me 😭, and i told him that it’d be the last time he ever sees me! and it was :”) maybe it was an impulsive decision by me, but idk. yknow when you get stuck in a limbo for what feels like forever that you make a decision just for the sake of making one (it was such a short amt of time in reality, but it felt like forever) he made a comment to me in our last conversation about how he really wished he didn’t have to be someone i had to wait on to change, and that really fuckin stuck w me lmao i cried so hard the drive home from the airport. i think all the “what-ifs” kinda sunk in at that moment

ch7 of kickoff was basically me trying to get inside the head of the guy from my situationship, and see what it’s like to have fears hold you back from wanting to experience something for yourself, something that could be beautiful if you would just give it a chance. i felt like if i wrote it from that angle, i’d have more understanding of my situationship (i dont have commitment issues myself, tbh i’ve never rlly understood the concept. like, i’ve been fucked over by ppl in my life too but i’m never one to punish the next person for it. dealing w my situationship was really hard because of this, i would get really frustrated, but writing ch7 from gojo’s character’s perspective made situationship guy’s feelings make more sense to me, i think, there was a sense of closure in that)

but anyways, i was in love w him for sure. like, possibly infatuated. there was a time where we got into a big argument about something and i think i legit i cried myself into a fever 💀 it was all so crazy and powerful, the feelings, i’ve been involved w n dated other guys since but of course none of it really compares. idk, i guess there are just some people that can make you feel that way, there’s really no use in understanding why.

this sounds so sappy, lmaoo i swear i truly am “over” him in that i hardly think of him that much anymore, n tbh i don’t think of him specifically all that much while i’m writing kickoff, but there are moments where i can’t help but bring those feelings into the story.

there’s a line in ch8, near the end of the bed scene, where reader has a thought like

“You feel so safe with him, and yet you also feel scared, because you like him so much that you would let him ruin you if he wanted to.”

yeah. that’s basically how i felt about him.

[acescorazon]

Title: Changes

Chapter: 12

Rating: M

Word count: 2838

Chapter excerpt:

All of Buggy’s negative emotions quickly overwhelm and consume him. He feels like he’s trapped in a never-ending nightmare, and can’t help but go over his every little interaction with Mihawk and Crocodile. As he wonders where it all went wrong, a series of memories play out in his head like a movie.

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Buggy cries until he’s unable to cry anymore and even once his tears dry up, the heavy ache in his chest lingers as he tries to process what just happened between him and Crocodile. Their confrontation from earlier plays in Buggy’s head on an almost endless loop, reminding him of his failure to seize the perfect opportunity to get what he wanted finally. Buggy has wanted a somewhat peaceful life for ages now, yet when the opportunity arose for one, he foolishly turned it away. 

How does that make any sense? 

Buggy doesn’t understand why he couldn’t just accept Crocodile’s apology. It doesn’t matter if Crocodile was or wasn’t being completely sincere. His apology was a chance for them to be on ‘good terms’ at long last, so why did Buggy reject it so quickly?

Crocodile was apologizing and trying to make amends, he was offering to finally put an end to all the bad blood between them, but Buggy had a meltdown and rejected the opportunity to finally be happy. Even if they had a short-lived friendship and Crocodile ended up going back to his old ways a week or two later, Buggy could have still benefited from the situation greatly, but he just… shut everything down and didn’t want to hear anything. 

Buggy can’t help but wonder when he became a man who cares if someone is being honest with him or not. Buggy himself is someone who would lie constantly if he needed to, so why can’t he accept Mihawk and Crocodile’s dumb apologies? Why can’t he forgive and forget, and just allow himself to have a moment of happiness?

All of Buggy’s negative emotions quickly overwhelm and consume him. He feels like he’s trapped in a never-ending nightmare, and can’t help but go over his every little interaction with Mihawk and Crocodile. As he wonders where it all went wrong, a series of memories play out in his head like a movie:

It’s about two weeks or so after the official debut of Cross Guild, and the island is a lot more lively now that  Crocodile and Mihawk (and, of course, Daz) are around. The three men are all the residents of Emptee Bluffs Island can talk about these days, well that, as well as the formation of Cross Guild.  

Buggy seems to be the only one terrified that the two former warlords will be calling Emptee Bluffs Island their home from now on though, but he’s trying to remain hopeful. He thinks that maybe, just maybe, he can get on Crocodile and Mihawk’s good side, so not too long after the formation of Cross Guild and their first meeting, he starts brainstorming.  The only problem is Buggy’s mind constantly loops back to the same idea. He wants to give them each an expensive gift but he doesn’t want Crocodile to ask where he got the money for said gifts from. It sucks because gift-giving seems like the best way to show Mihawk and Crocodile that he’s not so bad and make them feel welcomed, but he knows he can’t do it without Crocodile getting all pissy with him. 

Meh, it’s not like he’d know what to get them anyways.

After several days of thinking, pacing around, and asking his men for some much-needed advice, Buggy decides to instead throw Mihawk and Crocodile a nice dinner. He knows that Crocodile and Mihawk aren’t exactly the most outgoing people on the planet, but he has hope that once they see all the effort Buggy and his men are going through to make them feel welcomed, they’ll be a little less hostile.

Buggy dedicates a lot of time and energy to planning his little dinner for Crocodile, Mihawk, and Daz and making sure that the event is kept a secret, which is no easy task considering how much his men like to sit around and gossip. Everything is honestly a little stressful, and at times he worries that everything will end up ruined thanks to someone running their big mouths, but thankfully that never happens. In between deciding the menu and the entertainment for the night, and sending his men out for supplies, he spends his time preparing a welcome speech for his two new subordinates. 

The hard part is coming up with a speech that makes him sound cool yet warm and welcoming at the same time. He can’t just say something like, ‘Surprise! Welcome to the island!’ That’s too simple, too boring, and lacks the emotions that Buggy’s trying to convey, but he can’t figure out what he should say instead. Whatever, he’ll figure it out eventually.

Buggy and his men decorate the cafeteria to the best of their ability on the night of their surprise dinner. At the end of the day, their humble, little cafeteria is nothing compared to a lavish banquet hall, but it feels a lot more cozy and intimate than a banquet hall could ever be. They push several tables together, arrange them nicely, dress them in (cheap) white tablecloths, and decorate them with fancy dishware and napkins. After that, Buggy and his men bring out the food and wine, and everyone seems thrilled as dinner time rapidly approaches.

This is it, Tonight is going to be the night that he wins Mihawk and Crocodile over with his world-class charm and charisma. He has his speech ready and tucked neatly into the palm of his hand, and now all he needs is his honored guests!    

Buggy has one of his men go and fetch Mihawk, Crocodile, and Daz once everything is ready. His heart is pounding in his chest as a mixture of excitement and anxiety washes over him and makes him feel all jittery, and he has to constantly remind himself that everything is okay. In fact, everything is going perfectly for once…Or at least everything seems to be going perfectly at first. Buggy and his crew wait for what seems like hours for their guests to arrive with the fear of Dinner growing cold lingering in everyone’s minds. Eventually, the three newcomers arrive, and when they do, they don’t look surprised and thankful… If anything, they look… annoyed. 

Buggy doesn’t even get to yell ‘Surprise!’ or something cool because everything goes down-hill before he gets the chance to. 

Buggy watches as Mihawk looks around the nicely decorated cafeteria. His expression is devoid of any emotion, and he looks… unimpressed at best and bored at worst. Buggy looks over at Daz next, and he has a similar expression as Mihawk, which is disappointing but not surprising and he shouldn’t have expected much of a reaction from him to begin with. As for Crocodile… Well, his face shows the most emotion out of all three men. Crocodile clicks his tongue loudly and looks rather annoyed as he scans the room and takes in the warm and friendly atmosphere.

“You made me stop what I was doing for this?” Crocodile asks, narrowing his eyes at Buggy, who is baffled, just baffled at the reaction he’s getting from all three men.

“We wanted to welcome you guys to the island!” Buggy says sheepishly, and he can’t help but feel slightly irritated that none of his honored guests are happy to see their surprise. In fact, now that he sees everyone’s sour expressions, he feels a bit hesitant to say the speech he spent so long preparing. “Uh…Um, Please, have a seat!” He says, gesturing to some seats that he specially picked out for the three of them that are right across from his own. Crocodile exhales a sigh, “I ain’t hungry.”

“Neither am I.” Mihawk replies immediately afterwards. 

Oh. Buggy thinks at that moment. Just, Oh. Buggy had decorations hung up and placed all around the room, he had all this delicious food that they wouldn’t eat on a normal day cooked, he had fancy wine bought and live entertainment arranged… He... He really thought that Mihawk and Crocodile would see all the effort he put into welcoming them and would want to sit down and have a bite to eat with Buggy, but they just… 

Crocodile’s cold words yank him back to reality, “Instead of throwing tacky little parties, you should be working on that list of things I gave you to do.” He mutters as he turns around and leaves, and, unsurprisingly, once Crocodile leaves, everyone else follows behind him silently.

A nasty tension lingers in the air once the three men make their leave. Buggy and the rest of his crew eat quietly and as quickly as possible before making their way to their respective sleeping quarters for the night. The whole ordeal leaves a bad taste in Buggy’s mouth, but he decides to give both Mihawk and Crocodile the benefit of the doubt. Again, they aren’t really social people, of course, they wouldn’t want to participate in some giant get-together, even if it was for them and was a friendly gesture. 

So, after that Buggy tries again to get on Crocodile and Mihawk’s good side. He doesn’t want Cross Guild to be built on a rocky foundation, but more importantly, he doesn’t want Mihawk and Crocodile to hate him and make him suffer. He figures he was thinking too big, too flashy, and should have instead done something smaller, but just as impactful. His mind goes back to the gift-giving thing, and he really doesn’t want to give them something overly expensive and come off as seeming disingenuous or worse have Crocodile question where he got the funds for the gift from. 

Everyone Buggy asks seems to think that Buggy should totally give them bouquets to welcome them to the island and as a friendly gesture, and after some consideration, he agrees. Buggy gets a couple of different recommendations but most of the people he’s talked to say he should give Mihawk and Crocodile lilies, and Buggy, not knowing much about flowers blindly follows their suggestions. He eventually decides to give them both a bouquet of beautiful orange lilies, which he has delivered to the island as soon as possible. 

In the meantime, Buggy spends hours and hours trying to plan out the perfect scenario and what he’s going to say to each man when he gives them their gifts. He’s having the same problems as before, and can’t figure out what he wants to say exactly to either. It has to be cool, though, that’s for sure. Something like, ‘I can tell you’re shocked to see these stunning flowers but don’t be. I got these for you, friend, in celebration of you coming to the island and us forming Cro—’ No, wait, that sucks, but hopefully he’ll figure something out once his flowers arrive.

The day his beautiful, stunning, fragrant flowers arrive, Buggy goes to Crocodile first, who is in the meeting room and right away seems annoyed to see him in front of him (like always) but, hey, Buggy’s trying to fix that. He holds up the bouquet of orange lilies in front of Crocodile and gives him a sheepish smile, “So, uh-” 

All those hours spent preparing what he was going to say become pointless in less than a second because the moment Crocodile takes a look at his flowers, he scoffs and turns his head away. “Instead of picking flowers, you should be getting my flagship ready.” 

Now, Crocodile didn’t throw his gift on the ground and stomp all over it, but it kinda feels like he did. Does Crocodile really not see the effort he’s putting in to get them on good terms…? Buggy places the flowers down on the table in front of Crocodile and gives him another smile, this one a little more forced than the last, “Oh, well… I just wanted to give you these and…” His words fail him at that moment, and he no longer knows what he should even say to the ungrateful man sitting in front of him, “You know, welcome you to the island… and I hope that... Cross guild is a success and that we can be good friends in the future…” 

Crocodile rolls his eyes, “I don’t need any friends, and I certainly don’t need any shitty flowers.” He says rather dismissively, “Now if you don’t have anything important to tell me, get out.” He orders and brushes Buggy off with the shake of a hand. Buggy’s head drops and he quietly makes his way to the exit, and he swears that on his way out of the meeting room, he hears the sound of something being tossed, most likely into the trash can, but he doesn’t want to think about it. 

Okay, so Crocodile is a dick. Buggy already knew that and he shouldn’t feel so gutted. It was obvious from the start that he wasn’t going to act positively towards a gift from Buggy no matter how nice it was. But Buggy was just hoping that… Whatever. It doesn’t matter. 

Things with Crocodile might not have gone well, but he still has Mihawk…Right? At least there’s still hope that he can make an ally out of him… right? He finds Mihawk several minutes later, tucked away underneath a tree and polishing his sword. The sight of his giant blade brings back memories to when Crocodile and Mihawk first arrived on the island and Mihawk chased him and tried to slice him to pieces. And although it isn’t possible for Mihawk to hurt him, at least not with a sword, Buggy still finds himself growing a little uneasy just from looking at his blade. 

Buggy hides the second bouquet behind his back and clears his throat as he approaches Mihawk. “Uh, Hawkeye…?” He calls out quietly, and much to his surprise, Mihawk’s initial response isn’t hostile or cold. He expected him to glare at him with sharp, piercing eyes and go: “What is it now, clown?” Instead, Mihawk glances up at him for a split second before looking back down at his sword, “Is there something you need?” He asks in his usual flat tone. 

By this point, Buggy’s forgotten everything he wanted to say to Mihawk, but still tries to say something nice anyways, “Uh, I know we didn’t get off to a great start, but I wanted to give you these as a welcoming gift…” Buggy tells him, “I don’t know, I just really want us all to get along. So…yeah, here.” Buggy slowly reveals the flowers that he has hidden behind his back, and the moment Mihawk sees them, his face contorts into an irritated expression. “You say that you want to be on better terms with me, but you’re giving me orange lilies?” He asks, narrowing his eyes at Buggy. Well, yes… though orange lilies seem to have several different meanings depending on who you ask, most of Buggy’s crew said they were a positive thing, something you’d give to someone who started a new job or got a promotion, or such.

However… It turns out Mihawk doesn’t have the same feelings about the flowers.

“You’re basically giving me a bouquet that tells me the opposite of that,” Mihawk states with a scoff, “Orange Lillies represent a deep-seated hatred for someone, did you really think i’d appreciate a gift like this?” Woah, woah, woah. What? Buggy thinks. He definitely did not mean for his gift to give off that sort of vibe, and he doesn’t know why Mihawk is the one person on the island who thinks these flowers are something negative.

Buggy feels a little flustered by it all. His face reddens and he tries to stammer out a quick reply, but is once again unsure how to salvage the situation, “No, I…” He tries to speak, but Mihawk puts his hand up in the air, signaling for him to stop talking. 

“I don’t want your gift. Go away.” Buggy feels like he’s been punched in the gut, and he cannot for the life of him figure out why Mihawk’s being so… unreasonable. Is that even the right word to describe him right now?

“I didn’t mean for my gift to come off the wrong way,” Buggy finally manages to say after a moment of thought as he tries his best to defend himself, “I don’t know much about flowers, an–”

“Why are you giving me a gift you know nothing about then?” 

Ouch. Buggy doesn’t have a response to that, so he just lowers his head in defeat once again and walks away from Mihawk. That’s such a nasty way to look at things, yeah, Buggy doesn’t know much about flowers, but he was genuinely trying to do something nice for Mihawk, and he’s acting like he spat in his face. Whatever, Buggy thinks, feeling rather hopeless at the moment. In the end, he decides to give the flowers to a random member of his crew, one who definitely doesn’t see the flowers as a hateful gift and happily accepts them with a beaming smile.

…If only Mihawk and Crocodile had that same reaction.

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Sacred New Beginnings (19/?)

Summary: James Noble thought he traded away his chance at love and a happy-ever-after when he signed a contract with a record label that turned him into an international celebrity. But a chance meeting in a dive bar may prove him wrong. Ten x Rose AU This Chapter: Explicit, ~5000 words AO3 || Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 | Ch4 | Ch5 | Ch6 | Ch7 | Ch8 | Ch9 | Ch10 | Ch11 | Ch12 | Ch13 | Ch14 | Ch15 | Ch16 | Ch17 | Ch18 |

James can hardly hear past the roar of his pulse in his ears as he is the sole focus of Jackie Tyler’s—(Jackie Peters’s? He’ll have to ask Rose what last name her mum has)—ire. Gone is the cheerful grin he’d seen in the photos Rose had sent of herself and her mother on holiday in Barcelona; now that joy is replaced with the sort of rage only a mother is capable of. 

He throws a desperate glance at the other adult in the room, but Tyler Peters is stunned into silence, his eyes locked on James as though he’d never seen a human being before.

Absurdly, this is what unfreezes James, and he throws out a stupid little, “Hello. I’m James Noble. Pleasure.”

“You’ve got a lot of nerve showin’ up here,” Jackie spits, stalking ever-closer. James regrets that he didn’t use the last two seconds to free himself from his position of being backed against the countertop. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Mummy! Daddy!”

Jackie whirls around to face the corridor at the sound of a tiny voice and pitter-patter of feet. She automatically crouches, and Tony gallops headlong into his mother’s waiting arms. She scoops him up and peppers kisses across his fair skin.

“Did you have a good night with sissy?” Jacke coos, stroking his hair away from his face. “She didn’t feed you any ice cream, did she?”

“Yeah! An’ made hotdogs and cheesy ‘tatoes, then we played Jus’ Dance, an’ James was there!”

“Oh?” Jackie asks, flashing James a withering glare. “When did he get here?”

“Yeah, he’s so fun!” Tony squeals, pivoting in his mother’s arms to beam at James. “He’s my fav’rite.”

Rose finally emerges from down the hall, her cheeks stained scarlet as she squeaks, “Hi, Mum. I expected you to text when you got here.”

“Oh, so you could hide this one somewhere?” Jackie scowls, gesturing to James.

“I… I wanted… I was gonna tell you…”

“What, that you let ‘im come weaslin’ back into your life? Did he come up with a sob story? Made it real convincin’, did he?”

“Jacks,” Tyler says quietly, inclining his head slightly towards Tony, who is still ensconced in his mother’s arms and watching the exchange curiously. “Let’s save it, eh?

Jackie purses her lips, then presses them to her son’s temple before handing the child to his father. “Take him outside, yeah? Meet you downstairs.”

“Five minutes,” Tyler warns. “This one needs to get to bed.” To his son, he chirps, “Say bye to sissy!”

“Bye-bye sissy! Gimme hugs and kisses!”

Rose tiptoes around her mother, not sparing her a glance as she scoops her little brother into her arms and gives him a couple of big twirls around the room.

“Spinny hug, spinny hug!” Tony screeches, clinging to Rose for dear life.

The sight makes something hollow ache in the pit of James’s gut. The siblings clearly adore each other, and Rose is so good with him.

“Bye-bye James!” Small hands tap his legs, and he realizes Tony is gesturing for a hug. He hesitates for only a fraction, but he can’t say no to those big brown eyes.

“G’night Tony,” he whispers, kneeling for a brief embrace. “Thanks for playing with me tonight.”

“All right, little man, wanna see who can race down the stairs fastest?” Tyler asks his son, ruffling Tony’s fair blond hair.

“Yeah! Onetwothreego!”

Tony bolts out of the flat, giggling madly, leaving his father to leisurely stroll behind him. Before Tyler closes the door behind him, he spins and says, “Good night, Rosie.”

“Night,” she mumbles, looking increasingly uncomfortable at the prospect of being left alone with her mother.

James nearly fumbles out an excuse to leave, but realizes that would be the most cowardly thing he’d ever done, and Rose deserves better than that. So he pulls on his big boy pants and turns to face the music.

Before he can speak, Jackie turns on Rose and throws her arms up into the air. “What are you thinking?! Have you gone mental?!”

“Mum, please just…”

“Whatever happened to “I deserve better than bein’ the latest in a long line”? I thought you were over bein’ a good time for someone who would drop you in a heartbeat for someone younger and smarter and prettier?”

Rose flinches from her mother, and James takes an automatic step towards her, reaching across the space between them.

“It’s not… it’s not like that,” Rose says weakly. “I got it wrong.”

“Oh, did you? ‘Cos from where I’m sittin’, it’s bloody obvious what’s going on here. Mister Handsome Rich Rockstar has swindled you again, tellin’ you whatever it is you want to hear so he can keep you ‘til he’s done with you.”

“Er, I’m not technically a rockstar,” James blurts, and he can hardly believe what has just come out of his mouth. But he can’t stop. It’s like his brain has ceased all higher function and his mouth has taken over. “More folk-pop. Indy, maybe? Soft pop?”

“Oh, shut up,” Jackie snaps, turning to him with fire in her eyes.

He clacks his teeth together and nods, stuffing his hands into his pockets in an attempt to make himself seem as small as possible, which is quite the impossible feat, considering his height.

“You! You need to get the hell away from my daughter if you know what’s good for you. You men, you’re all the same, taking what you want, thinkin’ you’re entitled to get your way, lyin’ through your bleedin’ teeth to get what you want. Well I won’t stand for it! My Rose deserves better. She isn’t a girl you can shag and drop the moment someone else comes along.”

“I… I know,” James stammers, his mouth impossibly dry and his stomach roiling in discomfort.

“Oh, do you?” Jackie remarks, false surprise lifting her face. “You had no problem tellin’ the entire bloody world you were just havin’ a bit of fun. ‘Cos that’s all you really want, isn’t it? Fun and a place to wet your cock…”

“Mum! Enough!” Rose shouts, red-faced and near-tears. “I was wrong. We’d both misunderstood each other. But we’re together now. Properly.”

“That’s what he told you, didn’t he? Bet he sounded real sorry too. Bet he said all the right words, didn’t he?”

James’s heart falls when he sees Rose flinch and drop her gaze to her feet.

“That’s enough,” he says quietly. “Say whatever you want about me, but Rose is smart enough to make her own decisions about her life, no matter what you believe. Yes, when Rose and I first started seeing each other, we each thought it was something casual. And I was an idiot for what I told the reporters. But things are different now. I want what’s best for her.”

Jackie grunts dismissively. “You say that now, but the moment she gives you a bit of bad press, you’re going to spin whatever little tale you need to tell to get the public on your side, and my Rose is gonna be the one who gets smeared through the muck.”

“I wouldn’t…”

“Mum, please,” Rose whispers. “I know I have an awful track record with boyfriends, but those are my mistakes to make. Maybe James will be a mistake, maybe he won’t be, but you have to let me live my life the way I choose to. And right now, I choose him.”

Jackie softens a fraction as she turns to her daughter. It’s as though with him out of sight, the gentle mother returns. She reaches to Rose and cradles her jaw, stroking her cheeks as she says, “My Rose. I will always want the best for you. It killed me to see you in such a state on holiday. I don’t want to see you be taken advantage of. Is it money? Sweetheart, you know me and your dad will help you out, you don’t need to stay with him for that.”

James is slightly offended that Jackie thinks he’s paying Rose to hang out with him or paying her for sex, but before he can think of a response, Rose covers her mother’s hands and leans into the touch.

“It’s not money,” she assures. “He’s not paying for anything of mine.”

“He bloody well should—he’s rich! You better not be payin’ for your dates!”

Rose lets out a sniffly giggle and throws her arms around her mother, who holds her tightly and rocks her from side to side. James wonders if he should sneak out while they’re distracted, but he finds he’s rooted to the spot, trying to wrap his head around the last few minutes.

“Please be safe, sweetheart,” Jackie whispers. “Please.”

“I am safe, Mum. And I wish you’d believe me when I say I’m happy. Really happy.”

“I believe that you believe it,” Jackie says, pulling back just far enough to kiss Rose’s forehead. “Remember that I’m here for you the moment you need me. Don’t you ever think you can’t come home to your old mum.”

Rose nods wordlessly.

The fight seems to have left Jackie, but she turns to him and says, “Don’t you dare hurt her, or mess her over.”

“I–  I won’t,” he vows.

Jackie narrows her eyes, scanning him up and down, but doesn’t say anything else. She turns away from him and back to Rose. “I gotta go. It’s way past Tony’s bedtime. Thanks for watchin’ him.”

“Of course. I love spending time with him,” Rose says, guiding her mother to the door.

“I love you. More than anything.”

“Love you too. Drive safe.”

Jackie kisses both of Rose’s cheeks and doesn’t even look James’s way as she sweeps out of the flat.

oOoOo

Downstairs in the foyer, Tyler Peters is desperately trying to occupy his definitely-tired-but-pretending-he’s-not-tired four-year-old, and it’s going about as well as one could hope. Tony is racing laps around the room, skillfully dodging the amused (and mercifully tolerant) tenants of the building who are simply trying to enter or exit the building.

“Watch it, mate,” he calls when Tony nearly barrels into the little old lady who has lived in this building for decades. She is one of the few residents who already leased a flat here before Tyler became the owner of the building. “So sorry Mrs. Donovan.”

“Oh, my grandsons have just as much energy,” the old woman says cheerfully, smiling down at Tony. “These bones may be old, but they’re sturdier than they look.”

“Hi!” Tony chirps, flashing a toothy smile. “Bye!”

And so the laps continue.

And continue…

And continue…

Tyler sighs and checks his watch. He should’ve known Jackie couldn’t keep it to five minutes. It’s nearing on fifteen, and he’s about to corral his son so they can go fetch her when the lift dings and Jackie steps out, her eyes sparking and her jaw locked.

“Mummy!” Tony sprints over and takes her hand. “Time to go!”

Tyler joins his family and takes his wife’s free hand, rubbing his thumb along the back of hers.

“Chat go all right?” he asks quietly.

“I don’t know what the hell she’s thinking,” Jackie grumbles. “I mean… James bloody Noble?! It was bad enough to hear my daughter was havin’ a lark with that… that… scoundrel in the first place. But now she’s taken him back? Stupid. Irresponsible.”

Tyler bites back a smirk and knocks his elbow into her ribs. “Put yourself in her shoes, eh? When you were her age, you can’t tell me that you wouldn’t have bedded Bono if he’d shown the slightest bit of interest in you?”

“It’s not the same!” she complains. “Bono never would’ve…”

“And Rose likely thought James Noble never would’ve,” he says simply. “You know I love her dearly and that I want the best for her, but Rose seems happy right now. Will it last? Probably not. But let her have this, eh? How many people can say they dated a famous singer in their youth? It’ll be a story for the grandkids and great-grandkids.”

His wife huffs out another impatient breath, but doesn’t argue further. “Yeah. Maybe. But still. James bloody Noble. I just hope Rose knows what she’s doing, datin’ that man…”

Tyler wraps his arm around her waist and gives her a squeeze, but doesn’t say more. Together, they walk out of the foyer of the building, all while being watched by two young women leaning on the wall beside the lifts.

The women exchange stunned, disbelieving looks.

“James Noble? The James Noble?” one of them asks.

“With Rose Tyler?” the other asks. “The girl up in flat 10-2?”

No fucking way…

oOoOo

James stares at the front door for several long seconds after Jackie’s marvelous exit. Rose shifts away from his side to step forward, twisting the lock and fastening the deadbolt chain before she clunks her forehead into the door. She doesn’t move from her position, so he goes to her.

Carefully, he slips his arms around her waist and presses a whisper-soft kiss to the side of her neck. Though she feels limp, she manages to spin in his grasp to instead plonk her head into his chest rather than her front door. She simply stands there, unmoving, as he rubs her back.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, voice muffled. “I didn’t think… I thought she’d… I’m so sorry.”

He doesn’t know what to say, so he stays quiet, nestling his stubbly cheek into her hair and breathing her in. Never before has a parental introduction gone so poorly. Usually his partners are as famous as him, so the parents are accepting and gracious or simply indifferent. Occasionally they’ll fawn over him.

But the outright hostility and venom that Jackie just spat at him…

“I didn’t realize you’d told your mum about me,” he finally says, matching the volume of his voice with hers.

She groans and says, “During our holiday. I’d been out of sorts, thinkin’ you didn’t care about us at all. Mum caught on to my mood. I didn’t mean to tell her, but I was quite upset, and it all just sorta… came out. And when I saw your red-carpet interview that confirmed I was just a bit of fun for you… I lost it, and she saw my reaction, and it wasn’t good.”

James wishes he could go back in time and wallop his past self across the head for his thoughtless comments. He wishes he’d had the courage to tell the interviewer how he felt about Rose, to tell the world that he was riding the high of falling in love, and that he wanted to keep it private. But he hadn’t. He’d been a prick and a twat, and he’d broken Rose’s heart from five and a half thousand miles away.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’ve forgiven you for it all. But I just… I guess I’d forgotten how much I’d told Mum about you. And I’d forgotten how upset she was on my behalf. I was stupid for thinking that telling her on the spot that you and I were properly together would be enough for her to accept you. I shouldn’t have done it this way… I should have talked to her first, then introduced you. I’m so stupid.”

His stomach churns as he squeezes her tightly, as though that could rid them both of the shock they’re in.

“Should I… should I go?” he asks, mentally pleading with her to say no. The thought of spending his night in his empty house makes him ache with loneliness. 

To his relief, she shakes his head. “I don’t want you to, but I don’t feel like I deserve to have you with me tonight. My mum just… verbally eviscerated you. You must be so angry.”

“Not at all,” he insists. “Well… I’m a bit chastened. And a bit embarrassed that I made such a poor first impression, and that you’d been so upset about my behavior that you told your mum how awful I am. But I still want to be here. With you. If that’s all right.”

In response, Rose finally lifts her face from where it had been pressed into his shirt. Her eyes are a little red but completely dry, though he barely registers that fact before she threads her fingers through his hair, presses up onto her toes, and brushes her mouth to his. His eyes flutter shut at the glorious pressure of her kiss. He melts into her, splaying his palm across her back to hold her close.

“Stay,” she murmurs when she breaks away, though she catches his lips in another kiss a moment later. “Please stay with me.”

“For as long as you wish,” he says, because there is nothing on this planet that could make him leave.

Apart from her kiss of greeting at the door, this is the first that James has had Rose’s hands and lips on him in over a week. He tries to keep it chaste and slow, still unsure whether it’s appropriate for him to stay, while hoping to convey comfort and support through his body. He really shouldn’t let them get carried away; Rose is obviously upset, but he just can’t help it. He’s drawing as much strength from her as she hopefully is from him.

He has the presence of mind to keep his hands in safe places, primarily across the expanse of her back. He grabs onto the fabric to anchor himself as he basks in the heady intoxication of her mouth.

They each know exactly where this kiss is headed but pretend not to, and instead they explore each other’s mouths in lazy, indolent strokes of lips and tongue. James quickly becomes far too hot, his skin flushed and tingling with anticipation of things to come. He tentatively dips his fingers beneath her jumper, shuddering to touch her bare skin. She sighs into his mouth and presses her front flush with his.

He’s steadily getting hard in his jeans, each beat of his heart sending his blood rushing down, down, down, helped along by the rocking of Rose’s hips. He drops a hand to her arse, caressing and squeezing and pulling her more tightly into him. With his other hand, he tangles his fingers into her hair and guides her head back a bit to get better access to her neck. She grips his hips with near-bruising force as he plants row after row of searing kisses to the sensitive patch of skin beneath her ear. That familiar whining moan rushes out of her as she shudders in his arms, holding him close to urge him on. Not that he needs the encouragement.

Without breaking the kiss or the press of their bodies, James slowly guides them down the hall and to Rose’s bedroom. It takes ages, as he keeps getting distracted with the taste of her skin and the sound of her quiet gasps. They move even more slowly when Rose remembers that she has hands, then proceeds to use them to cup him and stroke him through his jeans.

“Christ,” he chokes out as a spark of pleasure zips up his spine.

“Rose,” she counters, giving him a playful squeeze that sends a full-body shudder through him.

“Smart-arse. Fuck, do that again.”

A laugh hums up her throat, vibrating against his now-still lips as she grips him tightly and rubs. He’s going to fucking lose it, right here in the doorway of her bedroom, but Christ this feels so good and he never, ever wants her to stop.

The intensity recedes a moment later, and he regains his senses enough to tug her hand away from him to instead guide her all the way into her room. There’s a pile of laundry on her bed that Rose haphazardly shoves to the floor.

“Clothes off,” she orders as she fumbles with the hem of her jumper, tugging until she pulls it over her head.

He doesn’t need telling twice.

Neither of them bothers with trying to sexily disrobe the other. Rather, they go for speed and efficiency, and soon enough, they’re both wonderfully naked. She’s as beautiful as he remembers, even more so, and he drags her down to the mattress with him. They move together until Rose is on her back, her legs open for him, and he’s atop her, his hips cradled in hers. She reaches between them for his cock, and strokes him a few times as she guides him inside of her.

He presses in, slowly, inch by inch, shivering at the sensations rushing through him. He groans through clenched teeth as he’s fully seated, forcing himself to wait, to give Rose a moment to adjust. She’s panting beneath him, chest rising and falling as her nails bite into the fleshy part of his back.

“Okay,” she whispers, arching her hips up and pulling him close for a rough, sloppy kiss that conveys everything she wants and needs from him.

His skin sings, tingling at the sensation of so much of her body pressed to his. His blood turns molten, burning him from within as he begins to move.

“Feels so good,” he chokes out, pulling back and plunging forward in a steady, measured manner. The slick glide of her all around him is as addictive as ever, and he trembles with the pleasure slowly mounting in him.

“Uh huh.” Her agreement dies on a moan as he thrusts in with a little more force this time. “James.”

He catches her bottom lip between his before releasing it to kiss her again. He teases his tongue into her mouth, flicking at the roof of her mouth just behind her front teeth, then going back to simpler kisses. Rose clings to him, kissing him back in equal measure as her nails rake down his spine to cup his arse, guiding his quickening rhythm. The sting of her nails coils a raging, aching heat low in his spine, building higher and higher until he knows it won’t be much longer until he’s lost.

“I missed you,” he grunts as her muscles begin to tighten around him. Thank fuck; she’s as close as he is. He redoubles his effort, wanting to push her over the edge first. “So much.”

“Me too,” she gasps. “Fuck. Please…”

He speeds up his rhythm, giving up on kissing her lips and instead tucking his face into the side of her neck. He breathes her in then plants his mouth to that patch of skin beneath her ear that is always her undoing. He grins to himself as she shudders and curses and moans, and when he dips a hand between them to rub her, she breaks.

She cries out and writhes into the mattress, arching her hips up and up and up, closer to him, closer to the sensations he is wringing out of her. She’s perfect, and fucking hell, he’s right on her heels. The perfect pressure within him pulls tighter, making him lose all sense as he chases his high. He thrusts with abandon, clenching his teeth as the flames fan hotter, drowning him, consuming him…

He lets out a wrenching moan and thrusts deeply into her, releasing helplessly, shaking and cursing and burying his face into her. Sensation sparks through him, channeling relief and pleasure through his entire body, curling his toes and stealing his breath. She’s everywhere, all around him and holding him through this maelstrom that has never felt so fucking good.

Rose… he thinks he gasps her name, but the rushing in his ears deafens him to anything except his erratic heartbeat.

He returns to awareness by Rose lazily stroking his back and kissing the top of his shoulder. His body is too heavy to move, but he manages to pull out and flop indelicately beside her, keeping an arm and leg slung over her. She laughs quietly at his antics, and he grins into the pillow. He cracks open an eye to look at her, and the sight of her smile and sex-mussed hair and flushed cheeks ignites a joy and love so deep that he begins to giggle. His body is thrumming with hormones that make him feel boneless and content, and through it all, he laughs and folds himself closer to Rose.

She’s laughing with him and turns to face him fully. He mirrors her position so they’re both on their sides, their legs tangled lazily together. He reaches out and brushes a few rogue strands of hair away from her face, then leans in to kiss her softly.

“That was great,” he whispers into the sacred silence of her bedroom.

“Mhm. Very great.”

“The most great,” he says, beaming as she rolls her eyes.

“Did you have a nice trip?” she asks.

He hums in wordless assent, and briefly tells her all about the week he’d spent in east Asia, meeting fans and doing photoshoots while promoting Catalysis.

“How was your week? Are you feeling better?” While her voice is still raspy from the illness she’d contracted, she looks and sounds much better than she had during their video chat on his last night in Japan.

“Much better. Teaching classes while feeling like death is always frustrating, but it’s easier than arranging for a substitute,” she says with a shrug.

He frowns, but they already had this discussion about how shittily schools treat their teachers, so he lets it go.

“I’ve got an upcoming holiday concert at the O2, weekend after next,” he murmurs, remembering the monthly schedule Donna had sent him that morning. “I’d… I’d really like you to come. If you want. It’s not just me. I think Ed Sheeran is on the list too. And Astrid Peth. She’s a good mate of mine. You can bring a few friends with you. There’s a private suite for my guests, so you could stay hidden, mostly, as long as cameras aren’t wandering around. And my mum’ll be there too. I think. Well. I should invite her, shouldn’t I…?”

Rose interrupts his nervous rambling with a soft kiss. He melts into her, but she breaks it far too soon for his liking.

“I’d love to,” she says, cupping his cheek before scraping her nails through his hair.

His eyes flutter shut at the echoes of pleasure that ripple through him, and he grins at her acceptance of his invitation. He’s giddy at the thought of being on stage and looking into his private suite to see Rose. His favorite pieces of his life will be in the same place, melding together perfectly.

He leans forward to kiss her again, and she willingly reciprocates.

oOoOo

They sleep, eventually. Between (and during) bouts of sex, they talk about everything and nothing. It’s like nothing bad can happen to them here, not when they’re twined so intimately, not when they’re making each other laugh so freely.

Wrung out in that perfect post-marathon-sex way, James buries himself beneath Rose’s blankets and lets blissful unconsciousness claim him. His dreams are vague and foggy, and he doesn’t remember them when he awakes later that morning to sunlight peeking through Rose’s curtains.

His eyes are gritty and heavy as he leans over to check the time. It’s barely 8am, but he feels refreshed, even though the drowsiness of lingering sleep tugs at him again. His shuffling has disturbed Rose, who curls close to him and mutters something unintelligible. He kisses her forehead and closes his eyes once more.

He drifts in and out for many long minutes before the gurgling of his stomach is too distracting. Even Rose hears it, and she pokes his belly, mumbling, “Shush.”

“Can’t exactly help it. Mind if I order a breakfast and coffee delivery?”

“Go for it,” Rose says through a yawn.

“Then can I borrow your shower?” he asks, sitting up and letting the sheets pool around his naked waist.

“Go for it,” she repeats, tucking an arm beneath her pillow to glance up at him. Her gaze falls to the morning erection that is somehow poking at the blankets despite their multiple rounds of very satisfying sex the night before. “Well, hello.”

She gently prods it, giggling when it bobs a bit. “Bouncy.”

James stifles a snort. “You’re adorable when you’re sleepy.”

“Pfft.”

He lets her mindlessly poke his cock as he scrolls to a food delivery app and orders a selection of bagels and croissants for them, as well as his favorite coffee and her favorite tea. His chest balloons with warmth when he adds Rose’s address to his list of favorites, then places their breakfast order.

“Should be here in half an hour,” he says, resting his phone on the nightstand, ignoring the handful of missed notifications. It’s the bloody weekend, for God’s sake. It can wait. For good measure, he completely silences everything, not wanting his morning with Rose to be disturbed.

“Hmmm, how can we pass the time?” Rose muses, blinking up at him through her lashes and grinning wickedly.

She shows him just how entertaining thirty minutes can be.

He doesn’t have time for a shower before there’s a knock at the door that has them scrambling for clothes. He tugs on his pants and t-shirt while Rose simply dons a robe overtop her knickers, cinching it tight at the waist to keep her modesty. They emerge from the bedroom, with James going to the kitchen for plates while Rose heads to the door.

There’s an odd commotion in the hallway, but James doesn’t really think much of it, not as he absently wonders what he and Rose could do today. Maybe they can sneak out somewhere and visit a museum or something. Maybe he could take her to the studio—it should be fairly empty on a Saturday morning. Maybe they can take an impromptu road trip to somewhere Rose has never been. Pack their bags and drive to the first place they can think of. Book a hotel and order in a bunch of fancy food and rent some films to watch and get drunk on expensive wine and kiss until their lips are bruised. God, that sounds like a perfect weekend, and he hopes Rose will be agreeable.

But all of those plans, those hopes, are dashed the moment Rose opens her front door to reveal a stunned delivery person and over a dozen paparazzi photographers, armed and ready with flashing cameras.

[exhaslo]

Corruption Ch12

(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9, Ch10, Ch11

Warning: Minors DNI, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship/relationship?

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One Months, Twenty-Four Days until D-Day

An ominous wind blew against the city of Nueva York. It was a forearming for change. A change that many might not agree too. A change that you were slowly submitting too.

You sat at the edge of the Chrysler Building, staring down at the city below. Lately, you felt like your life was in a spiral of ups and downs. You were englufed in your love life with Miguel, but at the cost of your super hero duties. The people of Nueva York had started to hate you.

To abandon you.

It hurt, since you started this hero buisness to want to help them...You just wanted to help. It wasn't your fault that they kept asking and needing saving. It was as Miguel said, they just wanted more. You didn't have to risk your life for every little inconvience. You were doing your best.

But it still wasn't enough.

Miguel still had not had sex with you yet. You were being such a good girl for him, but it still wasn't enough. You were at wits end. What did you need to do to earn more of Miguel's love? What were you willing to do for him?

"KYAAAAAA!"

Slowly snapping out of your dazed state, you focused on where the scream came from. Swinging down towards the city, you scanned the area for anyone in distress. Upon hearing another scream, you stopped on top of a building.

Below you was your Green Goblin causing havoc. His laughter echoing as he threw some bombs.

"As far as I know, the next holiday for fireworks is in a month!" You called out, webbing one of his bombs to his glidar.

"You!? Go away! No one asked for you to intervene!"

"I'm sure the average citizen will disagree!"

You swing towards Goblin, giving him a swift kick in the gut. Green Goblin cussed and threw more of his bombs towards the crowd. You gasped and webbed each bomb, tossing them towards the sky. As you were distracted, Goblin fired more bombs towards you.

"You should have stayed in hiding!"

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Miguel sat in his living room, reviewing his notes from your blood. Now that he had everything he needed, Miguel just needed to start his testing. Taking a sip of his whiskey, Miguel hummed to the taste as he reviewed your file.

"Hm, soon....Soon, we'll be able to create the perfect offspring, (Y/N)." Miguel chuckled lowly.

"Miguel, there seems to be an altercation in Little Italy with (Y/N) and the Green Goblin."

"Que?! (What?!) Is she okay?!" Miguel spat, slamming his glass down.

"(Y/N) has taken some damage, but Goblin keeps trying to shake her off in fear of you." Lyla explained.

"He will have more to fear once I become more powerful." Miguel hissed, grabbing his jacket. "Lyla, I want Goblin to go flying. There should be a supermarket near where they are. Blow it up."

"Yes, sir."

Miguel's glare was prominent as he made his way outside. Of course he had to watch you even on your days off. Miguel needed to keep you on a tighter lease. And you were doing such a good job as his little pet.

"You better not have a single scratch on you, (Y/N)."

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You groaned lowly as you forced yourself up from a pile of rubble. Goblin was trying to run away. He seemed more frighten by something else rather than you. Not that you should be scary to anyone, but it made you concerned.

"Shit," You groaned, wavering in place.

It had been a while since you got into a good fight. Your body was aching all over the place. What you would give to go home and lay down. Hearing cries for help, you groaned as you went to aid them. You had to ignore your pain and be a hero.

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Miguel was disgruntled as he spotted you in the distance. He had parked his car in the middle of the destroyed street and made his way towards you. Why couldn't you listen to him? Why did your good natured heart have to play the hero?

"I might have to chain her up at this rate," He muttered to himself.

Miguel was not amused as he watched you whimper and struggle to help able people out of the rubble. Hearing a soft cry from under him, Miguel slammed his foot on the rock, silencing the voice. This was beneath you. This was not worth your time.

"W...Wait...I'm c-coming," You stuttered, missing a step and falling on your knees.

"Spider-Woman." Miguel called out, his arms crossed, "It seems as if you had forgotten about what we spoke about."

"Miguel?" You muttered, wavering in place, "I didn't...Goblin-"

"Look at yourself," Miguel sighed as he bend down to your level, "You are hurt. Can you tell me how many fingers I'm holding up?"

"Four?"

Miguel sighed heavily, holding two fingers up. This was disappointing. Despite your advance genes, you were still too weak to fight on your own. You weren't a fighter. This was just a cute little hobby you wanted to pick up.

"I'm taking you home, (Y/N)."

"N....o....the people...I'm not-" You fumbled your words as Miguel caught you, "Mig...uel."

"Shh, behave."

Miguel huffed as he carried you in his arms, returning to his car. He ignored the cries for help. They could save themselves if they truly wished it. They did not need you. You had done enough for them already.

Placing you in his backseat, Miguel glanced at your pained expression. He was going to have to teach you again. Put you back in your place.

"Remember, (Y/N), you agreed to do whatever I say."

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Everything hurt. Everything felt fuzzy. Slowly coming back to your senses, you let out a low rumbling groan. Your body was crying out in pain as you tried to move even an inch. That fight sure did a number on you.

Recalling what happened before you blacked out, you sighed. This super hero life was hard. It was definitely not for someone who wasn't trained like you. Remembering Miguel, you opened your eyes slowly, hoping that he was just a figment of your imagination.

"Mhmm, Miguel?" You whispered, staring at the ceiling above you.

"I'm right here,"

Turning your head, you spotted Miguel sitting by his desk. He was working on his laptop while you laid down. You wanted to believe that everything was a dream, but then you wouldn't be hurting as much. So Miguel did come to your rescue...but that would mean-

"You...knew?"

"For a short while," Miguel hummed, scooting his chair towards you, "It wasn't hard to figure out."

"Sorry...for not...listening," You whimpered, tears threatening to spill.

Miguel knew your secret identity. He knew and didn't say anything nor did he experiment on you. This had to be a sign. He was changing for the better. Miguel cared about you enough to leave you be. He just wanted to protect you.

"Shh, don't cry." Miguel wiped your tears away, "You're still very injured from your last fight. I need you to conserve your energy."

"Mig-"

"What did I just say?"

"Mhm,"

You kept quiet, listening to Miguel's firm words. He meant well. Watching him return to his desk, you closed your eyes to get some more rest.

After sleeping for another few hours, you came too again. Your body still felt like a train wreck, but you could at least sit up. This time, you took a good look around where you were. To your surprise, you were not at your home, nor any of the Alchemax labs. Instead, this looked a lot like Miguel's place.

"Surprised?" Miguel questioned as he returned with a small meal, "I won't experiment on what's mine." He hummed, pecking your lips.

"Ah! Well...um, sorry." You muttered, trying to find an excuse. Miguel scoffed softly,

"Although, I should punish you for disobeying me, (Y/N). You were supposed to do as I say and not get hurt. Yet here we are."

"I couldn't leave those people to suffer, Miguel."

"Yet they left you too." He stated, feeding you, "They care not for you as you for them. Remember (Y/N), I'm the only one here for you."

"Mhm," You nodded, swallowing your food.

"I'm the only one who came to help you. You need to just rely on me and no one else."

"Yes, Miguel," You muttered.

"I won't punish you since you're already hurt. But, you will have to follow some new rules for me." Miguel demanded, giving you another spoonful, "First, you are to stay by my side at all times unless I say otherwise. Second, you are no longer allowed to enjoy this hobby of yours unless running by me first-"

"Mhmh!"

"Shhh," Miguel grabbed your cheeks, "Look at the state you're in. You really think you should be arguing? If you won't listen, I'll give you a reason to stay home."

Your eyes widen as your cheeks turned bright red. Miguel returned to feeding you as he gave a few more small rules. None of them were really any different than before, you just had to go through Miguel before doing anything.

Miguel was just looking out for you.

Miguel was just trying to protect you.

Everything Miguel was doing was for you.

It was romantic.

"Do you understand, (Y/N)?" Miguel asked, setting the empty plate aside. You nodded, swallowing your water,

"Yes, Miguel. I'm sorry."

Miguel glanced at you and smiled. You felt your heart skip a beat as he leaned down to kiss you.

"Stop apologizing. Just remember that you are mine."

You leaned towards his touch as Miguel stroked your cheek. He told you to rest before leaving the room. Groaning softly as you laid down, you felt a sudden wave of exhaustion wash over you. Laying down, you couldn't stay awake much longer before knocking out.

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Miguel waited a few minutes before entering the room again. He fixed the hair out of your face before setting up an IV. He grabbed a bag and tied your arm up before taking some more blood from you. This was all for you.

For the sake of humanity's future.

"Lyla, where are Goblin's whereabouts?" Miguel asked quietly.

"He is in hiding. I shall track him down."

"Since he wants to play games, I shall bring one to him." Miguel chuckled, watching your blood drop into the bag. "It's never too early to start decorating for Halloween."

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Kallias about Viviane (ACOWAR?)

« He didn’t let her near Amarantha, either. Didn’t let anyone get a whiff of what he felt for his white-haired friend, who had no clue- not one- that he had loved her his entire life. »

It made me think of this scene in ACOFAS CH7 between Rhys and Az

« ‘Lucien is away right now.’

Az’s brows rose. ‘Where?’

I winked at him. ‘You’re my spymaster. Shouldn’t you know?’

Az crossed his arms, face as elegant and cold as the legendary dagger at his side. ‘I don’t make a point of looking after his movements.’

‘Why?’

Not a flicker of emotions. ‘He is Elain’s mate.’

I waited.

‘It would be an invasion of her privacy to track him.’

To know when and if Lucien sought her out. What they did together.

‘You’re sure about that?’ I asked quietly.

Azriel’s Siphons guttered, the stones turning as dark and foreboding as the deepest sea. ‘Where did Lucien go.’

I straightened at the pure order in the words. But I said, voice slipping into a drawl, ‘He went to the Spring Court. He’ll be there for Solstice. (…)

‘Do you think he can handle being around Graysen?’

Az’s expressionless face was precisely the reason he’d never lost to us at cards. ‘Why should I be the judge of that?’

‘You mean to tell me that you weren’t bluffing when you said you didn’t track Lucien’s every movement?’

Nothing. Absolutely nothing on that face, on his scent. The shadows, whatever the hell they were, hid too well. Too much. Azriel said coldly, ‘If Lucien kills Graysen then good riddance.’ »

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My original webcomic Behind the Obsidian Mirror (BL, aztec setting, WIP) can be found in my deviantArt gallery and on my Patreon. I also made an extra tumblr but it’s not up to date.

specific posts for certain events or AUs:

Monsterfucktober Bingo 2023 masterpost (full card)

As the World falls down comic (Labyrinth dream AU) (WIP)

Illustration/Cover

pages 1-2

pages 3-5

pages 6-8

pages 9-11

coming soon

The Storms of Life (1889 canon divergence, complete)

kind of related to ch2 - apparition

ch2 - rescue

ch6 - nightmare 1 (cw blood, claws, injury)

ch6 - nightmare 2

ch8 - waiting in the garden

ch10 - kiss

extra - Hob (cw body horror)

Valentine’s Day - Hob in lingerie

Hob portrait

plant creature Dream + Hob

Flatter the Mountain Tops (dragon AU, complete)

ch1 - Hob+Dream as dragons

ch6 - dragon snuggling

ch7 -  partial transformation

ch9 -  a feather, a reminder…

other Endless dragon sketches

Hob mastering partial transformation

some Hob faces

dragon/human sex (sft version with link to nsft)

more dragon/human sex - Hob being irresponsible (comic)

Ollie/Hob sketches

Hob being lifted up by a dragon

loads of more wonderful art for my dragons can be found on @amielot’s tumblr!!

Fins & Fangs AU (vampire!Hob/nixie!Dream)

now with a fic!! Wash these sins on down the river for a life I didn't choose by @karalynlovescake

Story post

story sketches

nix Dream being carried doodle

three stages of monstrification/curse

vampire/nix making out (sft version with link to nsft)

glowing in the rain (angsty)

Hell or High Water (AU with skate merman Hob that tumblr helped create through a poll <3)

sketches 1

sketches 2 - daydreaming on a rock like a good mermaid

first eye contact

sketches 3

sketch with ruby 1

sketch with ruby 2

trying to save a “human”

sketch with ruby 3 - sexy Hob

Hob caught in a net sketch

underwater kisses sketch

Hob playing in kelp forest sketch

sketches 4

Hob pinup

chibi Hob with pet

some Hob faces

anatomy studies (sft version with link to nsft)

dive with me illustration

merman/human illustration (sft version with link to nsft)

Hob caught in a net illustration

Unsustainable (dark!Dream/Hob, Hannibal-inspired AU)

art and premise

drabble

more drabble/thoughts

Single AU/fic art posts

Knight Hob

Cobwebs - sad Hob + kiss

Dryad Dream (cw body horror)

A Hope in Hell

Hob in corset (1789)

There’s an Emerald in the sky (Daniel/Hob)

Spiritstalker (cw blood)

1489 AU - 1 + 2, extra

Jumper (2008) - 1 + 2

Beauty and the Beast (fairytale dream rescue AU)

Moulin Rouge AU

kidnapped Hob (blindfold)

The Hunted (assassin/vigilante AU)

Servant of the Bones AU

Orc Hob

Witch Hob 1 + 2 + 3 + cover art and fic!

Sleep Token song illustrations

Rain (Dreamling)

Apparition (Dreamling - for Storms of Life)

Aqua Regia (Morpheus)

The Offering (Dreamling)

Euclid (Hob - for There’s an Emerald in the Sky)

Take Me Back To Eden (Dreamling - for There’s an Emerald in the Sky)

Higher (Corinthian/Dream)

Aldritch Kemp fanart (Ferdie): sketch, art

Art for others/Masterpost part 2

(I had to cut in half because I reached the tumblr link limit)

[skunaskitten]

The Affair ch7

AU: human ceo sukuna x female reader

Contains: wet dreams, angry sukuna, Sad sukuna, heart broken, depression, drinking, out at a club, bad strangers, sukuna beating up people, smut,

Summary: Sukuna and you both had to move on with life, but still the memories of each other still haunted the mind. You could not escape sukuna just like he could not escape you. People around him had started to noticed how different he is acting. What happens when you finally see sukuna after all this time? Will you give in or turn the other way?

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chapter 6 ch7 chapter 8

 The whole moment replayed in your head over and over. You didn't get any sleep that night. You cried for most of it. The heart ache drained you so much. The memories of sukuna ran through your mind and you started to cry out again. You haven't even gotten out of bed the whole time. Feeling like everything is over laying there feeling the depression start to rip you apart.

 In the morning sukuna didn't want to get up, his head hurt and eyes were still red. He looked through his phone laying in bed seeing the pictures he saved of you and put his face into his pillow. Everything was his fault, all he does is hurt people. From him firing his employees because they annoyed him to cheating on his wife and using you. He doesn't deserve anything in life, he doesn't deserve you, not even love. 

 But sukuna had to get up to do things. He still has his business to run and needs to file divorce. As he called a few people and filed a meeting for the divorce it was set in motion to do the paperwork, he had sent his wife an email of the time, place and date. He let out a sigh and got dressed in a simple dress shirt and pants then hid in his office not coming out. The office was still trashed so he took that time to clean up. His employees were starting to question where their boss was because he usually always came out to get coffee.

 You didn't want to eat feeling so heartbroken you didn't want to move but you also didn't want to be those women who cry over a man for months and think the world is over. But you were so in love with him that it hurts to even think that he did this. As you tried to eat cereal you  started to tear up and sat on the couch curling into yourself crying again. It was hard to just walk away from that life. He was everything to you.

 A week passed and sukuna was finally strong enough to come out of hiding but his employees all noticed his energy, the look of depression and the tired eyes. Some had asked if he was alright others moved out of his way. All he did was tell him that he is fine and just had bad sleep. That was the same answer he gave them everyday and they knew it was a lie.

 They all caught on when they didn't see Yami walking around and her office was closed off. Soon all the rumors started to spread like wildfire. Everything saying she left him, to an affair, to her being pregnant, and possibly him killing her because he is in the yukuza.

 All the rumors that annoyed sukuna to the bone and gave them threats if he ever heard anyone speak of them. Even if one is true he didn't want to hear it.

 Gojo started to hang out with him bringing sukuna food and just trying to cheer him up like old times, even inviting him to a club but that didn't work. 

 Sukuna never thought he would see himself signing divorce papers ever in his life but here he is finally going back to the single life. Now yami was finally free woman to do as she pleases.

 Being the good friend that satoru is, he did his own digging around and found out  yami was pregnant and it wasn't sukuna's. She did cheat on him with a man for a while then ended up getting pregnant by someone who wasn't rich but lived a normal life but he is just as bad as her. Since they both wanted to use sukuna as a cash grab. He didn't understand why she was so open with gojo to tell him everything. Could be because she was over the sneaking around since everything came out already.

 Sukuna sits at his desk running his hands over his face letting out a heavy sigh after hearing this from satoru. He really appreciates this man for the work he does to find every detail of something from someone. Now he just wanted to know how you are.

 You had texted your friends what had happened between you and sukuna since you had been telling them you didn't want to hang out. An hour later you heard a knock at your door with femal voices calling out to you. You groaned and walked to the door opening to see your friends standing there smiling. "What are you guys doing here?"

 Liz smiled and said "here to take you out and find a better man." Cerin pushed her a little saying "we are here to see our girl and make her happy with a girls night tonight." Jasmine held up a bottle and said "we got alcohol ".

 You smiled for the first time in a week and let them in. You brought out all your blankets and pillows to the living room helping the girls make a sleeping space in front of the tv after moving the table and couch. With a movie playing in the background, Liz brought some of your cups to start pouring drinks while Jasmine started to make dinner. You wanted to get up and help or clean up your home but they stopped you from doing anything. Cerin had brought out some of your stuffed animals and placed them next to you.

 With your friends around you, eating, talking and making you laugh again. You feel happy then look at them saying "guys you are the best friends I can ask for and I appreciate all of you for helping me." They saw the tears fill your eyes and immediately hugged you telling you not to cry trying to comfort you.

 As music was put on for background noise as you cuddled into your blanket with your friends and after the alcohol was being poured the talk about sukuna began.

 As you held your cup taking sips liz said "so when are we going to go kill him." Jasmine said "he is a jerk." Cerin giggled saying "he is still hot but all hot guys have a dark secret. What did he do when you found out and confronted him?"

 They looked at you and listened while you told them what happened in his office. Him pleading for you to stay. He didn't feel happy with his wife. All he wanted was to have a love life with someone who cares for him.

"Wow you had sex with him a lot too" Liz said as you blushed and looked away saying "yes." Jasmine softly smiled and said "did you really love him." You frowned and held a plush cat playing with its paws saying "I told him he is all I want in my life. I really loved him. I still love him. I am pissed off that he did this. When I yelled at him telling him to leave me alone he held my wrist forcing me to stay and I slapped him."

 They gasped and started throwing questions about sukuna. "I don't know what happened afterwards but he just stood there hurt and I ran off. I couldn't do it anymore with him. But deep down I miss him."

 Liz took a drink and said "what did his bitch say about this, how did you find out about this affair anyway?" You sighed, setting your drink down. "Surprisingly his wife showed up at my door and told me. She didn't sound mad or anything, she just smiled  telling me the truth and walked away."

 Cerin leaned forward looking at you. "Hey does not sound strange. Usually if a wife finds out about a affair she flips her shit and kicks the man out or leaves. But she comes to you calmly, tells you what happens and leaves. Do you guys think she knew?" Liz smirked saying "it's possible. I would have beat his ass and the woman if I was cheated on."

 You shrugged and said "I don't know but I don't want to see him." The girls respected your decisions and after having a little more to drink and gossip about other topics it was decided to go to sleep.

 "Sukuna, someone is going to see us." "No they won't, it's just us here. Just me and my beautiful". As he looked in your eyes pulling your naked body against him feeling they way your hips rocked. The grassy field and cherry blossom trees around him and you. Deep moans left him feeling your rock harder on him hearing your soft pleasurable cry for him. "Ryomen my love. I love you." He thrusted harder about to release.

"Sukuna!"

 Sukuna woke up in a gasp and opened his eyes to see satoru looking at him with a smirk on his face. "Was it a good dream? You are making a tent there and letting out groans." He sat up pushing gojo away and rubbed his face. "Get out of my face, creep. I bet you were enjoying it." 

 His friend laughed and turned away. "Or I bet you were dreaming of a certain woman. If you miss her that much then go and talk to her. Be the ryomen sukuna I know."

 Sukuna sighed and looked away saying "I can't, she told me not to see her again. She hates me and will never take me back." He got up from the couch covering his hard on with his shirt balled up and went into his room to take a shower. Sukuna stood in the shower, his swollen cock still not going down and let out a growl. He grabbed himself, squeezing and pumping with thoughts of you. He moaned out your name laying his head back releasing onto the shower wall. Feeling guilty for even you having thoughts of you like this he pressed his forehead to the wall and closed his eyes. He missed you so much. 

 After being with your friends again you felt better and started to lose the thoughts of sukuna. He never went away, you still held onto the good times you shared with him. You still enjoyed the collectors book he bought for you. It's the greatest gift you got from anyone and it held a special place in your heart. 

 On the other note you had more time to do things because you had been in a depressed state for the past week you didn't go into work or called so they had to let you go. It was understandable because of the circumstances but it still sucked, you really that book store.

 During the next two months you spent that time on unemployment money and searching for a new job. Your life was calm now but you still wondered if sukuna was alright. He didn't even bother to come see you but you did tell him to stay away.

 You looked through your phone seeing the folder of pictures you still had of him and even hovered over his number to ask if he was alright but you decided not to. It's in the past right?

 A secret you didn't tell your friends when your body betrayed you one day, feeling the arousal through your body after reading and all the thoughts. It was just another one of those times. You began to think of sukuna.

 You bit your lip laying down in bed stripping down your panties and started to play with yourself. You began to think of sukuna. Remembering the way his tongue or fingers were playing with your folds. The feeling of his thick cock inside you. You moaned and plunged your toy deeper inside of yourself then you looked at your phone seeing the pictures of ryomen giving the smirks. "Ah fuck ryomen." You were needy for him and just wanted to find your release. To finally feel relaxed after all this. You creamed around your toy thinking of him and moaned his name. Just wanting to feel his body pressed against you as you trail your fingers across his tattoos.

 During the aftermath of your blissful time you realized what you did and tossed the toy somewhere on the bed and hid your face under your blankets. Still looking at a picture of sukuna with a smile on his face and tears dare to form in your eyes. "Sukuna…I miss you so much"

 The girls had their own plan with you when they came over unannounced at your door and you were still in a big shirt you slept in. "Women get dressed in something sexy. We are going to a club and you are coming with us. You need to get out of this damn apartment." Liz said as she ran inside along with the others.

 You decided to go only because you want to spend time with them again but the only sexy looking dress you have is the one sukuna bought for you. Might as well not let it go to waste. You did like it very much. You put it on along with the leather sandals he bought with the dress. All those moments with him in this dress set in as you took a deep breath. When you walked out your friends stared at you with wide eyes and smiles hearing a whistle from them.

 Jasmine ran over to you looking at the dress saying "where did you get this from?" You put your head down playing with your fingers saying "sukuna bought for me when he took me out on a date because I told him I didn't have a dress he took me out to buy me one at those expensive places." Liz pouted saying " where can I find a man like that?" Cerin smiled and said "y/n you look beautiful come on let's go."

 Seeing the club you saw the girls show you pictures before of the place but you never been to it. The huge bar was on one side of the building and on the other end was a dance floor. There was a section for tables and booths to sit at. You and the girls walked over taking a table as they started to scan the place for potential dates or people to dance with. 

 You wanted to get water and a small drink so you left them to walk over to the bar seeing a man with black hair tied up in a bun. Black ear piercing and dark eyes with a smile on his face. "Hello dear, what can i get for you." You smiled at him ordering your drinks and walked away telling him thank you. 

 Geto watched you walk away and smiled recognizing the dress he had seen in pictures from a certain someone he then walked over to a roped off section of the club. Satoru looked over to see geto coming over. 

 "Well look who stops by bringing me my drink honey." Sukuna groaned saying "you two are annoying." Geto chuckled then said "hey sukuna show me that picture of the girl you love so much."

 Sukuna threw up an eyebrow then pulled out his phone getting a picture of you to show and geto smiled wide. "Yep, that is her. She is here by the way, she just ordered drinks."

 Sukuna could feel his heart race and body jolt with excitement. He hadn't seen you in two months and you just so happened to come to the same club he needed to go see you. He was about to get up as gojo grabbed his arm. "Where are you going? I don't think it's wise to ruin her night out."

 He looked over to the other side scanning the tables then as if everything around him froze he saw you with your friends. Wearing that beautiful dress he bought for you, it warms his heart to know you still have it. "She looks beautiful."

 Geto chuckled while walking away saying "give her time sukuna." He sat back down with a huff and crossed his arms over the table. 

 "Does everyone know about me and her now?" Satoru laughed. "No just the people close to you but there was that big talk in the building not seeing yami around any more then seeing the boxes leave from the elevator and her office door being closed now. I think people are starting to assume things now. Also most of them saw y/n run out crying."

 Sukuna looked to the side away from gojo saying "don't remind me I still see her heart broken face all the time."

 Liz nudged your side and said "hey look to your right there is a good looking guy staring at you." You turned to look and saw a guy with black hair and bright blue eyes look at you with a smirk plastered on his face and gave you a wink. You blushed and looked away as the girls started to giggle. Cerin smiled and said "go talk to him, he is cute." "Yea one dance is not going to hurt " Jasmine said trying to push you out of the seat.

"Alright, I am going, calm down." 

 You got up and walked over to him as he set his glass down. "Well hello there. I guess you caught my staring." You nodded with a shy smile and said "my friends told me to come over here." He smirked and said "that dress looks sexy on you by the way. Want to come dance with me."

 You followed him to the dance floor not even knowing you walked through sukuna’s view as he watched you walk to dance with a stranger. Sukuna let out a growl while gojo told him to calm down but he knew what men are like in this club. 

 Hearing the beat of the music and feeling it through your body the man slid his hands across your hips pulling you to him while you danced with him. You smiled and turned around rolling your body against him as he did the same back to you. His hands roamed along your side as he chuckled against your ear. Feeling yourself get lost in the music while rubbing against a stranger you didn't even know. 

 After the dancing he took you back to his table as you waved at your friends seeing them smile at you. You sat at his table meeting his other friend hearing them talk as the other guy complimented you on your dress. You blushed, giving them a shy smile. But you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom to cool yourself down after the dancing. 

 Sukuna was watching you the whole time seeing the way the men stared at your ass when you walked away. He growled and got up casually and walked over as gojo watched him walk away knowing something was going to happen. The girls noticed sukuna started to nudge eachother and leaned in close talking amongst themselves wondering what he was doing here. 

 "Did you see the body on that thing?" The guy you were dancing with chuckled at his friend's comment and said "yea I know such a cute little thing but I want to see what she looks in bed."  His friend smirked saying "I bet you can make her scream like a bitch." He laughed then said "I wonder what her pussy tastes and feels like I am going to give it to her hard rather she likes it or not."

 Sukuna growled then placed a heavy hand onto his shoulder giving a hard squeeze. "I wouldn't talk about a lady like that." You friends leaned in closer to each other watching the scene in front of them.

 "Who the fuck are you. Look I am sorry I got to the bitch first but you can have her next when I am done with the whore." Sukuna gave him a sinister smirk and eyes growing darker. "Oh I don't think you will lay a hand on her. She is mine. And I don't like that way you talk about her." The guy stood up and said "what are you going to do about it bitch." "Watch you bleed out on the floor." 

 The guy looked away with a scoff seeing his friend stand up as well then out of nowhere he threw a fist against sukuna’s mouth. That was when you came back to see sukuna getting punched in the face by the man you were dancing with. "Sukuna?!"

 Sukuna didn't hear you as he growled with a wide smile with a look to kill the punch not phasing him. "I didn't like the way you touched my woman." He swung a fist back and slammed his knuckles into the guy's jaw knocking him over. The guy's friend was about to throw an attack but sukuna looked his way with a growl seeing the look in sukuna's red eyes then back away. 

 The security came and kicked them all out as he looked at sukuna walking him out saying "Mr sukuna get some rest go home we will see you later." Sukuna nodded, licking his busted lip then spit blood out, putting his head back with a sigh. All he could do is protect the woman who gave him so much in life. He wiped the remaining blood from his mouth and started to walk away going home.

"Ryomen!"

 He perked up his head stopping in his tracks then looked over to see you running to him. His heart thumped hard against his chest. "Y/n?" A whisper of your name fell from his lips. You ran to him and stopped in front of him not saying a word and neither did he. It was just the two of you staring at each other as if seeing a ghost. 

 You raised a hand to his cheek then wiped your thumb across the cut on his lip getting some of his blood on your thumb. He watched you about to wipe the blood on your dress but he caught your wrist.

 "Don't get your dress dirty. You love this dress." He pressed your hands to his chest, cleaning the blood off your thumb and onto his shirt.

"What were you doing here? Why did you get into a fight?"

 Sukuna squeezed your hand lightly and avoided your gaze. "I was already here. I didn't know you were even here. The bartender we know saw you and told us. When I saw you dancing with that stranger I was upset." You frowned and held his hand back and ran your thumb over his bruised knuckle saying "you were jealous."

 He looked at you saying "y/n i didn't like the way he was talking about you, calling you a bitch and being vulgar about your body." You sighed and said "well the night was ruined. I will probably just go home" He looked at you tilting his head saying "what about your friends won't they miss you?"

 You took out your phone from your small bag texting them that you were going home but you were alright. Sukuna spoke up saying "I can take you home.. I don't want you walking by yourself." You let out a sigh taking his offer and texted your friends that you are getting dropped by sukuna. The girls smiled and started to giggle hoping that this moment you two will hook up again.

 "I didn't drink tonight so I can drive you home. Don't want you walking looking like that." You smirked and scoffed saying "looking like a slut." He chuckled and held out his arm to you saying "no sexy and beautiful." A blush filled your cheeks still feeling warm from the alcohol you had tonight then you hooked your arm with his and walked with him to his car.

 The drive filled with awkward silence until he broke it by asking you questions. 

 "It has been a while, how have you been?" You sighed looking out the window saying "how do you think I have been?" He frowned and stayed silent.

 You glanced at him and talked. "I've been good recently. But I lost my job so now I am struggling with that. How is your marriage doing?"

 Sukuna looked over at you then back at the road. "Umm I am not married anymore. I filed for divorce the day after. I also found out from one of my people that she was pregnant from another man and they were both trying to use me for money." 

 "That is fucked up.  Kuna, I am sorry." He smiled slightly saying "don't be sorry you didn't cause anything." You grabbed his right hand as he raised an eyebrow wondering what you were doing. You looked at his knuckle seeing it red and bruised from punching the guy. "When I get to my place, come inside so I can fix this." Sukuna smiled as he drove to your building then parked the car. You sat there thinking if this was a good idea to even be around him but your heart says otherwise you just missed him so much.

 You ignored all the feelings except for one which was the want of needing him. He walked you to your door watching you unlock it then stepped to the side to let him in. Sukuna stayed quiet as you did the same and brought him into your room to clean up his knuckle. He watched you bring out a cloth then sat next to him taking his hand to clean off the little bit of blood that was there. Sukuna kept his eyes on you while you cleaned him, he didn't make a move but he wanted to.

 You put the stuff onto the table and looked at him seeing him give you soft eyes. His once crimson eyes that were filled with so much passion for you were now filled with sorrow and guilt. You missed everything from him, his warmth, his smile, the passion. Maybe you can just have it one time.

 You reached up your hand to caress his cheek as he stared at you and nuzzled against your palm. Sukuna watched you move from your spot then got into his lap wrapping your arms around his neck. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around your torso holding you close while his face hid in the crook of your neck. He missed your touch, the smell of your skin and your warmth. The feeling of you pressed against him, he felt like home again.

 "I am sorry. For all I did to you. I don't deserve to have you in my life. You should stay away from me. I am a selfish man and look what I did to you. Someone as beautiful as you does not deserve the pain that I have caused you. But it's hard to let you go. I still love you and I can not let you go."

 You pulled away from him slightly looking into his tear filled eyes. 

Fuck it.

 You leaned forward smashing your lips against his. He didn't hesitate and pressed into your kiss pulling you closer to him. Sukuna is the only thing you want and the only thing you need. 

This kiss between the two of you turned into a heated makeout. Tongues battling for dominance but he clearly wins. Tasting him and feeling his hands roam your body putting into a lustful heat. Your hands raked through his hair when he pulled away and placed his lips to your neck giving light peaks to your skin. 

"Ryomen..I missed you a lot. I still love you, I never stopped." 

 His tongue slipped from his mouth licking a strip up your neck hearing a moan escape from you. "Hmm baby I missed hearing those sounds from you. I never stopped loving you and I never will." His hands trailed across your thighs and up under your dress to squeeze at your hips. 

 You moved away and grabbed the bottom of your dress taking it off leaving only your laces red panties on. Sukuna ran his eyes over your body then pressed you against him as he moved to lay you on the bed and roamed his hands up your body and cupped your breast. You moaned then pulled his face down to you kissing him lovingly. He gave you a quick kiss then trailing loving kisses down your neck over your collar and to your breast giving them a swirl of his tongue around your nipples. 

 Your back arched pressing yourself against him feeling his tongue on your breast while his hands slid down your body and hooked his fingers into your panties. He began to slide them down as you lifted your hips to make it easier for him to pull them off. Sukuna pulled away from you taking off his clothing letting you see his glory. The body you missed so much and missed having it mold against yours.

 All you could do was keep your eyes locked onto his lustful red ones that were slowly coming back to life. Sukuna leaned over on top of you and slipped his hips between your legs as you opened yourself to him.

 Everything in your mind was lost except for him. When you felt his cock push inside you let out a moan feeling him fill you up. The stuffed feeling inside you made you whimper and heart swell for how much you missed this with him.

  Within a few minutes his hips pounded into you at a continuous rhythm. 

 The bed creaking and moans filled up your room. Your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to you. "Sukuna..I missed this." He nuzzled his face into your neck feeling you squeeze around his cock as he moaned into your neck. "I love you. I missed your body around me." 

 Feeling his cock slide across every part of you inside, pressing against that good spot over and over you started to chant his name. After a few more thrust sukuna groaned and started to ram inside you feeling your release as you threw back your head yelling his name. Sukuna held himself up and gave a last few hard thrust then painted your walls white with his warm seed. 

 Sukuna breathed heavily keeping himself from landing on top of you but you pulled him down feeling his body press down on top of you. To be in his arms and warmth again you teared up and started to cry. He looked at you pulling out and rolled onto his side pulling you to him. 

"Sweetheart please don't cry." 

"Ryomen. Why did you do any of this? Why did you lie to me? You knew how much I love you so why did you hurt me?"

 Sukuna gulped and squeezed your body feeling his guilt after the sex high had subsided. "I didn't mean for you to get hurt. I didn't want to hurt you. I was lost in my own world. I want to have you in my life. I am sorry, please forgive me. Loving you was never a lie."

 You cried into his neck holding onto him as he held you close and said "do you want me to leave?" You gave him a shake of your head, "I never want you to leave. You should know that."

 Sukuna nuzzled into your pillow and grabbed a nearby blanket putting it over the two of you letting you cry your heart out. He could feel the warm tears on his chest.

 He stayed awake a bit longer just staring at you running his fingers through your hair fixing it. Hearing you slowly calm down then fall asleep.

"I will be a better man just for you, beautiful. I promise with all my heart."

 He put his arm around your hip and closed his eyes, feeling himself relax and his worries go away for the moment. Just happy to be in your arms again to lay in your bed beside you. He hates everything he has done and feels like he is not worthy of you. But the hopes he has of you still wanting him in the morning.