#there’s a part in that AU I made a while back

[wwooyology]

Blistering Heat | J.WY

「pairing」 : wooyoung x fem!reader 「word count」 : 3.7k

「synopsis」 : you started to notice changes in wooyoung's behavior, it was as if he was avoiding you entirely. he was going into a rut and kept trying to push you away, but you'd be dammed if you'd let him go through it alone.

「genre」 : hybrid!au, fox hybrid!wooyoung, human!reader, a small bit of fluff, smut (honestly just pure filth I'm ngl)

「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, wooyoung goes into his rut (obvi.), clit play, unprotected sex, dom!wooyoung x sub!reader, big dick!wooyoung, rough and messy sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, messy makeout, petnames (baby, babydoll, sweetheart, pup...), biting/marking, licking, blood, slight degradation and praising, EXTREAM breeding, possessiveness, manhandling, dumbification, subspace mentioned, dirty talk, derogatory names (cocksleeve), knotting, creampie, slight cockwarming, reader does say no but only because of pleasure (everything is consensual!), hair pulling, choking, slight breath play, dacryphilia, begging, slight pain kink, forced orgasm, lmk if I missed anything!!

「notes」 : I may or may not have gone just a little stir-crazy with this one 🤓☝ I just started writing, and my fingers wouldn't stop... but here is an additional part for all of those who wanted another fic with fox hybrid!wooyoung!! I hope you enjoy lovelies!

You sat at the kitchen table with a warm cup of tea in your hands as you watched the doorway, a distant look in your eyes. Wooyoung had been acting weird for the past week. It started with him not wanting to be within a certain distance of you, to avoid you at all costs. He even stopped sleeping in the bedroom with you and would lock himself in the guest room without so much as a word. You had tried to talk to him and ask if there was anything wrong, but he would brush you off, saying he was fine.

It was some time after twelve that you saw him creep into the dining room, his fuzzy ears twitching as he looked around. As soon as his eyes met yours, he quickly averted his gaze, trying to push down the overwhelming heat that was building in his gut.

“There’s food on the stove.” You told him, trying to offer him a smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Thanks.” Wooyoung felt horrible that he was treating you like this but he’s never dealt with a rut when he was around another person, much less a human or someone he loved dearly. He was worried that he would scare you off.

You let out a deep sigh when he disappeared through the kitchen door. You wanted to understand what was going on, but he was making it hard when he wouldn’t even speak more than two words to you. Setting your now lukewarm tea down on the table, you pulled your phone from the pocket of your cardigan. You were determined to determine what was going on, whether or not he’d tell you.

Wooyoung slipped past you once more with a bottle of water in his hand, his gaze filled with guilt when you wouldn’t even look up at him. Swallowing thickly, he walked out of the dining room and made his way back to the guest room, where he would lock himself in for the next few days.

Opening your phone you went to the first person that you could think of that might have the answers you’re looking for. Hitting the green button you placed the phone against your ear, listening to the rings. After the third ring you heard the line connect before her voice flowed through the speaker.

“Hello?” 

“Hey Leila, it’s y/n.” You greeted her with a smile; it had been a while since you’d heard her voice.

“Y/n! How are you?” Leila asked, a chirp in her voice as you heard her rustling from the other side of the phone.

“I’m… okay. I actually had a question.”

“Is everything okay? It’s not the hunters again, is it?” She asked a sense of urgency in her tone to which you quickly reassured her that it wasn’t the hunters, that they hadn’t shown their faces in a while.

“It’s actually Wooyoung.” You started to explain to her everything that had been happening for the last week, and by the time you were done, she had let out a short burst of giggles. Confused, your eyebrows scrunched together, “What’s so funny? I’m actually worried something might be wrong, and I want to help.”

“Babe… he’s starting his rut.” Her words left you stunned because why hadn’t that crossed your mind? But what stunned you even more were the new few words that left her lips, “If you really want to help, the best you can do is offer yourself to him.”

–

Later that night, after getting out of the shower, you walked into your room with your towel wrapped tightly around your body. Just as you were about to grab your shirt, you heard a loud bang from the other room. Panic filled your veins, and you completely forgot about your clothes and darted out of your room. 

“Wooyoung, are you okay?” Your voice shook as you knocked rapidly on the guest bedroom door, but there was no response. Listening carefully, you could hear his labored breathing from the other side, which only caused you to worry even more. “Wooyoung, open the door.”

“Go away, y/n.” His voice was stern, but you could still hear the pain underneath. He had to have been fighting this off for a while now and it made you feel guilty that you didn’t notice before.

“I just wanna help Woo.” Your tone softened as you wrapped your fingers around the doorknob, but you knew right away it was locked when it wouldn’t budge.

“You can’t help me; just go back to– ugh!” He was cut off by a groan, and you acted quickly, rushing back to your room to grab the spare key before going back to the door.

“Stop being so stubborn, and let me help!” You scold the boy through the door as you knock, wanting to give him a chance to open it himself before you barged in. However, he didn’t give you a response, but you could hear his low growls. “You have three seconds to open this door before I open it myself.” You tried to sound authoritative, but there was still a slight tremor in your voice from the worry that was digging its claws into your spine.

You heard him grumble something from inside the room but couldn’t quite make it out. Giving him a few more moments, you started to insert the key into the keyhole.

“One.”

“Stop, y/n, I don’t want to hurt you.” You could hear the pain in his voice before the sound of another crash was heard, causing you to jump.

“You’re not going to hurt me, Woo. I trust you.” There was a softness in your tone that lured the fox to the door, his hand resting on the doorknob as he fought his inner turmoil. What if he really did hurt you? Would you forgive him? What if he scared you away? He didn’t think he would be able to live with himself if he did, but– “Please, Wooyoung.”

At the pleading tone in your voice, the last bit of his willpower faded away, and he unlocked the door before tearing it open.

A gasp fell from your lips when he appeared in front of you. His raven hair was a mess, and his ears sat flat on his head as if he were awaiting your lecture. His eyes were trained on your face, a small scowl resting upon his features, but despite all of that, you reached forward, cupping his cheek in your hand.

“God, you’re burning up.” Your voice was soft, your thumb brushing under the skin of his eye. Wooyoung closed his eyes, a low purr emitting from his throat from your touch. Until another sudden wave of heat rushed over his body, and he doubled over. 

You cried out his name before rushing to his side, worried that this might just be something more than his rut. Yet when he raised his head, you almost had to step back from the borderline predatory gleam in his eyes. That was also when he noticed that you were in nothing but a plain white towel that barely reached mid-thigh. 

Inhaling deeply, you moved closer to him as he rose back up, his eyes never leaving your form. With shaky hands, you reached down for his hand before bringing it up to your neck. Wooyoung’s pupils dilated as he felt your quickened pulse under his fingertips, almost salivating at the thought of biting into your skin. Marking you officially as his and his alone.

“I want to help Youngie.” The slight whine in your tone caused him to let out a low growl before his fingers wrapped around the delicate skin of your neck, pulling you closer to him. A choked whimper fell from your lips as you looked up at him, fingers lazily wrapping around his wrist but making no move to pull him away.

His eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation, but all he saw was unbridled lust and need. Leaning his head down just far enough to let his nose bump against yours, he spoke in a low, growly tone.

“Are you sure? Once I start, I won’t be able to stop. No matter how much you beg.” His words send a shiver down your spine. The simple thought of him being so lost in his animalistic pleasure to the point where he’s completely ruining you made your core ache.

You bring your face just centimeters away from his, looking deep into his hooded eyes, “Ruin me then, Woo.”

Those words were the straw that broke the camel's back. His lips surged forward, crashing into yours at a bruising speed. He was moving so quickly that you could barely keep up with him, even as he released your neck.

“Woo…” You breathed out as he snatched the towel from your body, letting the cool air of the room nip at your bare skin. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving sloppy kisses in his wake. His nose pressed right against your jugular as he inhaled deeply, fingers tracing the curves of your body until he got to your hip.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart.” He growled against your skin as he moved further down, cupping your bare heat in the palm of his hand. A small whimper fell from your lips as he parted your folds, tracing his fingertips along your slit before pressing down on your clit. “Oh, you’re already soaked, babydoll. Does the thought of me ravishing your body turn you on so much?” 

“Woo– fuck! Please.” You begged the fox, staring up at him with needy eyes, causing his dick to twitch in his pants, the last bit of his sanity slowly melting away.

Without so much as a word, he lifted your body from the ground before walking over to the bed and throwing you down onto the soft mattress. As soon as your back hit the mattress, Wooyoung was all over you, slotted right between your thighs. His lips traced every curve of your body, licking, nipping, and marking any part of your skin he could reach until you were withering underneath him.

“Youngie.” You whined, fingers threading through his soft locks until you met with the base of his ears. A low growl seeped from his throat as you gently tugged on one of his ears.

“I need to be in you, babydoll. I need to fuck your slutty little cunt until you’re filled to the brim with my seed. Until I’ve bred you properly.” His words came out in a low tone as he bit at your collarbone, slightly harder than before, nearly drawing blood. The sweet sound of your whimper went straight to his cock that was straining against his sweats.

His words left your mind spiraling. The thought of being so full of just him had your aching cunt clenching around nothing. A soft moan fell from your mouth as you pulled him back up to your swollen lips, sealing them with his in a hungry kiss.

“Yours.” You breathed out, eyes half-lidded as he pulled away, “All yours, Woo, please.”

It was then that the last bit of his sanity flew right out the window, his instincts fully taking over as he quite literally ripped his clothes from his body. Your aching cunt quivered at the sight of his throbbing cock, standing proudly against his lower stomach. 

“Gonna fuck you so good.” He growled as he took his cock into his hand, using his precum to slide up and down the length. “Everyone will know you’re mine. All mine.”

You barely had time to process what was happening as he grabbed your legs right behind your knees, pushing them up against your chest before you felt him probing at your entrance. A choked moan fell from your lips as he pushed into your needy cunt, his eyes watching as you swallowed his dick whole before he pulled back out.

“W-Woo–” You were cut off by a loud cry when he thrust back into you with an unimaginable force, nearly sending your mind into orbit.

“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.” He repeated to word like a mantra as he fucked into your tight cunt, barely leaving you any room to breathe. He pressed down on your legs even more until you were damn near folded in half, the smooth tip of his cock pressing right against that spongy spot in your cunt with every thrust.

Tears were streaming down the sides of your face as you tried your best to keep up with his pace, fingers curled into the sheets. A broken mixture of curses and his name rolled off of your tongue, eyes rolling back as you become overtaken with pleasure.

“Your body was made just for me.” Wooyoung groaned, leaning down to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss, teeth clashing together as he continued to fuck into your tight hole. “Perfect for carrying my kits.”

You clenched around him as he spoke those dirty words against your lips, swallowing all of your pretty noises. His nails dug into your thighs until they broke the skin, a trail of crimson blood flowing down the side of your leg before dripping onto the sheets. The mixture of pain and pleasure suddenly had you toppling over the edge, your back arching off the bed as a loud moan tore through your throat.

A deep animalistic growl reverberated from Wooyoung’s chest as he fucked you through your high, but never slowing down. Stars danced across your vision as he seemed to pick up the pace, his thrust growing even more harsh.

“W-Wooyoung!” You nearly screamed when his lips latched onto your neck, teeth nipping at your skin. There was no way that you were going to come out of this without any bitemarks, but you weren’t really in the right state of mind to complain.

Your hands flew to his back as soon as he latched onto the junction of your neck, his canines sinking deep into your skin. A sharp cry fell from your lips at the stinging sensation before he withdrew his fang, licking over the wound. Your nails racked against the skin of his back, causing him to hiss, his hips stuttering just slightly but never losing rhythm.

When his low, throaty groans started to turn into high-pitched whimpers, you knew he was close, just needing a little more. Trailing your hand up his back, you ran your fingers through his hair before gently taking his ear into your palm.

“F-Fuck!” He moaned loudly in your ear as he came, shooting thick, hot streams of cum deep inside your walls, his pace slowing just a bit.

Your head fell back against the soft mattress, eyes fluttering shut as his lips continued to wander the skin of your neck and shoulder. You thought he would knot you like he always had before and would call it good, but when you felt him pull away without knotting, your eyes snapped open.

“You didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you?” His voice was deep as he cocked his head to the side, the blackness of his pupils nearly overtaking the whites of his eyes.

The air was knocked out of your lungs when he flipped your body effortlessly, laying you flat on your stomach. His hands were quick to find your hips, pulling them up until your back was arched the way he wanted.

“I still have so much more to give you, baby.” He chuckled darkly as he pressed his tip against your twitching hole, watching as you eagerly sucked him in. You buried your face into the sheets as he pushed into you with one sharp thrust, his tip pushing right against your cervix.

Tears stained the sheets underneath you as he relentlessly bullied his cock into your abused pussy, his hands tight on your hips. Muffled cries and moans were the only sounds that emitted from your body. Your cognitive function to form words flew right out the window.

“Such a good little cocksleeve,” He cooed, leaned down until his back was pressed against your chest, his lips finding the back of your shoulder. “Taking everything, I give you like a good girl.” The mixture of his derogatory names and praises made your body melt, and if it wasn’t for his hold, you would have surely fallen flat on the mattress.

“Y-Youngie!” You cried out, fat tears falling from your eyes as he continued his relentless pace until your whole body was shaking. “Cumming! ‘M cumming!” Your voice cracked as he fucked you through another orgasm, but once again, his ministrations never stopped, much less slowed down.

White spots started to cloud your mind when he stood up straight once again, using your hips as leverage to fuck into you. Choked sobs left your lips when your body fell into a state of overstimulation. Every nerve felt as if it were on fire.

Moving one hand from your hip, Wooyoung trailed it down the length of your spine before threading his fingers through your hair. With a harsh tug, he pulled your upper body off of the bed, eliciting a strangled moan from your parted lips.

“Look at you, babydoll, such a fucking mess on my cock. Is this what you wanted? Me to fuck you completely dumb? Until the only thought in your pretty little head was my cock? Hmm?” His harsh tone had you quivering in his hold, eyes squeezing shut as you felt another orgasm building up. Letting go of your hair, he grabbed your jaw harshly, turning your head until you were looking at him. “Answer me, pup.” He growled, lips brushing against yours as you whimpered in his hold.

“Y-Yes, I want you to fuck me stupid, Youngie.” You choked out before all the air was stolen from your lungs when his lips crashed into yours. His hand fell from your jaw down to your puffy clit causing your whole body to jolt. “No, no, no, stop Wooyoung! I feel weird.” You cried out as a different type of pressure built up in your lower gut, but he didn’t stop; if anything, your broken pleas only spurred him on.

White spots clouded your vision as that coil in your gut finally snapped, and your release gushed all over Wooyoung’s fingers and cock, even soaking the sheets below your body. It felt like your soul had been detached from your body as he continued to work you through your orgasm, coaxing more and more of your sweet release out of your body.

“Look at the mess you made, sweetheart,” His teasing tone rang in your ears as your head fell back on his shoulder, legs quivering underneath your weight. He moved his hand away from your throbbing clit, allowing you just a moment to breathe before that same hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing the soft flesh.

A choked sob tore through your parted lips as he pistoned his hips into yours mercilessly. Your brain felt like it was turning into mush from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. Wooyoung’s fingers tighten around your throat as he buries his face into the nape of your neck, inhaling your scent.

“You’re gonna look so pretty all swollen with my kits.” Wooyoung licked a stripe up the back of your neck, “such a perfect mommy.” He cooed as he nipped at your skin, feeling another orgasm of his own creeping up.

“W-Woo…” You whimpered in his hold, your head empty except for the thought of his cock buried deep in you until he was sure his seed would take.

“Gonna make sure everyone knows that you’re mine.” He growled before unexpectedly biting down on the nape of your neck as he came. The sudden infliction of pain pulled yet another orgasm from your spent body, your walls fluttering around his twitching cock, milking him for all he was worth.

Pulling away from your neck, he watched with proud eyes as his mark started to bleed, your sweet crimson blood coating his lips. Your mind was beginning to blank as you slowly came down from your high, only for that peace to quickly be ripped away from you when the fox hybrid pulled out of your cunt.

A small whine emitted from your body when he bent you over once again, pressing your face into the covers. Your jaw fell slack as he pushed his still rock-hard length back into your aching cunt, the mixture of yours and his cum making his movements more fluid.

“Oh, we’re not done yet, baby,” He chuckled darkly, pistoning his hips into yours. The brute force knocked all of the lungs from your body, and all you could do was lay there and take it. The only thought in your mind was Wooyoung’s cock and how painfully good it felt, nudging against your sweet spot.

Wooyoung didn’t stop until you filled to the brim before finally knotting you; the stretch had you cumming for the nth time that night. His arms wrapped around your body as he buried his face in your chest, inhaling your scent. A small pur reverberated from his chest as you ran your shaky fingers through his hair. The world finally felt like it was coming back to you as your body lay there, soaking in each other’s warmth as if you hadn’t been doing that for the past few hours.

“Thank you, baby,” His voice was low as he peppered kisses along the expanse of your chest before resting his chin right between your breasts. You hummed, still not fully trusting your voice, and he smirked before his fingers playfully crept up your side.

“W-Wooyoung!” You choked out his name at the ticklish feeling causing him to chuckle before groaning slightly when he felt that familiar heat bloom in his chest. Noticing the sudden change, you looked down at him in worry, your fingers curling around the nape of his neck. “How much longer will this last?”

Wooyoung took a moment to respond, trying to settle himself before he lost control. He then glanced back at you with worry and borderline guilt, “probably for the next week.”Your head fell back as your eyes fluttered shut, a small groan falling from your lips. This was going to be a long week, but you couldn’t complain. You did offer to help him after all, and by the looks of it, now that he had his hands on you, he wasn’t about to let go.

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[nanamineedstherapy]

Third Wheeling Your Own Marriage

F!Non-Sorceres Reader X Gojo Satoru X Nanami Kento

Summary: You should be overjoyed that Gojo Satoru & Nanami Kento are your husbands. But you feel your skin crawl as you become the third wheel in your own marriage.

Trigger Warnings: Verbal abuse, grief, and loss, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Redemption Arc, Mild Violence, Emotional Hurt, Disassociation, Suicidal Ideation, Depression.

A/N: Welcome back to this emotional rollercoaster, besties. We’ve got everything: cursed pregnancies, emotionally constipated men, and Sukuna trying to out-sass Megumi (spoiler: he succeeds), slow-burn tension finally snapping, emotionally broken men flirting with self-destruction, and a moment that might make you scream into your pillow (I’m not responsible for broken furniture). Warnings for angst, trauma, and me absolutely wrecking your heart while you laugh. If you’re here for a lobotomy, grab your scalpels—it’s about to get messy. Proceed with caution, tissues, and maybe a therapist on speed dial. Also, Megumi in this fic is maybe around mid-20s, and the reader is a few years older than him. He has mastered all his Shikigami's (yes, the 'with this treasure' one too) & is physically a Toji Hybrid. I have added links to show what he looks like. You are welcome. One Reader - Do you accept Cunt-structive Criticism? Me - No, I only accept Cash.

Previous Chapter 7 (alt ending 1.3) - Sapphire Echoes (Tumblr/Ao3)

Chapter 8 (alt ending 1.4) - Fractured Tides

Japan

The news reached Gojo and Nanami through an anonymous tip—a voice crackling over the phone, sterile and detached.

“The fetuses didn’t survive,” the doctor confirmed. “The pregnancy... it was unlike anything ever thought possible. The details are in the report.”

Gojo’s hand trembled as he gripped the receiver, his knuckles blanching as the plastic creaked under the pressure. When the receiver finally snapped, shards scattering across the floor, he didn’t flinch. His vibrant arrogance—the trait that had once made him invincible—was gone, stripped away in an instant. His eyes, previously so full of light and mischief, stared blankly, reflecting nothing but the hollow void inside him.

Nanami stood nearby, his posture rigid, his knuckles white as he clenched the report. The paper crinkled audibly, but his grip didn’t loosen. His jaw was so tightly locked it seemed his teeth might shatter.

“How’s this possible?” He rasped, finally putting it down, his voice horse under the weight of his self-loathing.

Gojo didn’t respond. His silver tongue, always ready with a quip or a plan, was silent. The crushing tide of guilt drowned every thought before it could form.

The hospital report was worse than they could have imagined. The chimeric fetuses were described in clinical detail, every word a knife to the chest.

“Genetic abnormalities beyond comprehension,” it read. “The combination of heteropaternal superfecundation and double fertilization created anomalies incompatible with life.”

The accompanying images were worse than they had imagined.

The boy’s elongated limbs twisted unnaturally, his spine arching grotesquely, like a question mark formed from pain. The girl’s fused fingers curled inward, her malformed face locked in an expression that seemed almost accusing.

Their shared split-colored hair was a mockery—a cruel reminder of the selfish desires that had created them.

Nanami turned away, bile rising in his throat. “They never had a chance,” he whispered, his voice hollow and brittle.

Gojo slammed the folder shut, his chest heaving as if the act of breathing had become insurmountable. For the first time in his life, he couldn’t find a way to fix things.

They tried to reach you. Desperation bled into every call, every text, and every voicemail. Every call went unanswered. Every message was read and ignored.

“Please,” Gojo had whispered into the receiver one night, his voice breaking. “Just... just let us explain.”

Nanami heard him through the door but didn’t offer comfort. The weight of his guilt pressing him further into despair. His gaze was fixed on the amber liquid in his glass, as if it held the answers he sought.

The quiet became their enemy. In the stillness, the thoughts crept in, unbidden and relentless.

Nanami found himself walking along the Rainbow Bridge , which connected to Odaiba, late one night. The icy wind bit at his skin as he gazed out at the dark waters of Tokyo Bay. It was calm, inviting, a stark contrast to the chaos in his mind.

He imagined what it would feel like to let go—to sink into the cold embrace of the water. The thought brought a fleeting sense of relief.

Gojo had begun lingering at the Shinjuku-gyoemmae station, his sunglasses hiding the exhaustion etched into his face. He stood near the edge of the platform, the sound of approaching trains vibrating through his bones.

It would be quick, he thought. Easy.

At home, the pills in Nanami’s medicine cabinet whispered promises of peace. One bottle, one night, and it could all be over.

But neither of them acted.

Every time they came close, the thought of you stopped them. They couldn’t leave without seeing you again, without explaining, apologizing, begging for forgiveness.

But the shame at what they’d done to you, to the babies, kept them from coming to you in person. So they stuck to calling and texting, each unanswered attempt another nail in the coffin of their hope.

They lived in limbo, caught between the unbearable weight of their guilt and the faint, flickering hope that one day you might pick up the phone.

---

The moon cast a faint silver glow over the balcony, its edges softened by a thin mist that clung to the chilled air. You sat on the couch inside, barely illuminated by the warm, dim light of the apartment. A blanket draped over your shoulders, shielding you from the cold but not from the hollow ache in your chest.

Your eyes were glassy, unfocused, fixed on nothing as your fingers absently traced the edge of the blanket. The faint hum of the city below was a distant whisper, meaningless and detached from the void swallowing you whole.

The faint scuff of shoes against stone pulled at the edges of your awareness. A shadow moved across the street in front of your house. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t blink. Your mind was elsewhere in a memory.

His hair was jet black and damp, clinging to his forehead in unruly spikes, his jawline streaked with dirt and exhaustion. He wore a plain black shirt, torn and damp in places, and dark jeans that looked as though they’d seen weeks of wear. His piercing blue eyes were scanning the building before they landed on you.

He didn’t hesitate.

In one smooth motion, he climbed the window ledges on the floor below, then stepped up to the balcony railing and swung himself up, his movements eerily reminiscent of someone—fluid, predatory. He landed soundlessly on the edge, stepping inside with a casualness that belied the weight of his presence.

But this wasn’t the boy you’d known. This was a man carved from desperation and resolve, his presence filling the room with an intensity that felt both familiar and foreign. He looked older than you remembered—taller, broader. His hair was wild, falling in dark, uneven spikes over eyes that glinted like steel. He was dressed in plain clothes.

He frowned, stepping closer, his shadow falling over you. When you still didn’t react, he crossed the room in two strides, crouching down in front of you, his features softening with something close to pain. His hands hovered over your shoulder before finally nudging it.

“I’ve been looking for you,” he said, his voice low and rough, carrying the weight of months spent in pursuit.

You didn’t respond.

His brows furrowed as he stepped closer. “Hey,” he tried again, softer this time.

Still, you didn’t move.

His roughened fingers reached for your cheeks, his touch hesitant, a mere brush against the skin. “It’s me.”

Nothing.

His throat tightened, frustration flickering across his face He tilted his head to catch your gaze. “I’m not going anywhere until you say something,” he muttered, his voice edged with exasperation.

When you still didn’t react, he reached out again, this time giving your shoulder a firmer nudge.

Your eyes flicked to him at last, but they didn’t really see him. You stared through him, your expression glassy, as if replaying a memory too distant to touch.

The silence stretched taut and heavy.

His hands curled into fists as he rose to his full height, frustration and worry flickering across his face. He glanced toward the balcony, then back at you. The thought of leaving you like this wasn’t an option.

Then, from behind you, a presence surged forward—dark, commanding, and lethal.

Sukuna.

He appeared as though conjured from the shadows themselves, his crimson eyes burning with a dangerous gleam. His shirt hung open at the collar, his tattoos stark against his pale skin, and his lips curled into a predatory smirk. His crimson eyes burned like embers, and his lips curled in a snarl as his gaze stayed locked onto the man, narrowing with instant suspicion.

“Who the hell are you?” Sukuna’s voice was low, his tone dripping with menace as he stepped forward, placing himself between you and the intruder.

The man’s expression hardened as his stance shifted, one foot sliding back as though preparing for an attack, his eyes meeting Sukuna’s with the unyielding force of a man who’d long since stopped flinching at power. “I could ask you the same thing.”

“Careful, brat,” Sukuna growled, his head tilting, his grin widening in warning. “You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

The tension between them snapped taut, like a bowstring pulled to its limit. Sukuna took a step forward, his fingers twitching as though itching for a fight. The room seemed to darken as his cursed energy spiked, the air thick with its oppressive weight. But the man didn’t flinch. His hand flicked upward, and with a snap, shadows began to writhe at his feet.

“Neither do you,” the man said, his voice sharp. His hands twitched, and the faint shimmer of cursed energy began to gather around him.

“Hey…” Your voice was barely above a whisper, cracking under the strain of its first use in days.

Neither man noticed.

Sukuna’s smirk widened as he cracked his knuckles, his cursed energy flaring brighter. “I don’t care who you are, but you’re about to regret—”

The floor beneath you trembled as the man’s hands moved in a familiar pattern, his fingers forming seals too quickly to follow.

The air shifted, a deep, guttural hum vibrating through the room. The shadow behind the man darkened, twisting and expanding.

“No!”

Your voice cut through the tension like a blade, startling after months of silence. Both men froze, their eyes snapping to you.

You stood, the blanket slipping off your shoulders as you moved to place yourself in front of the man, shielding him from Sukuna. “Please don’t. You both are not threats to me,” you spoke, your voice trembling with frustration.

You turned to the man, your voice rising. “I told you to stop doing that!”

“I thought he kidnapped you. I think that justifies it’s use.” The man muttered, pretending to be annoyed, but immediately moved to hold you.

Sukuna barked out a laugh. “Taken her? Kid, I’m the one keeping her safe from idiots like you.”

You awkwardly reciprocated.

Sukuna raised a brow, his gaze darting between you and the man. For a brief moment, his smirk softened, a flicker of something tender crossing his features as he watched you—you, alive and animated for the first time in months. That’s the most you’ve said in months —he thought to himself. He continued eyeing the spiky-haired man, wondering who he was and if he was a threat, but the way you were comfortable around him, Sukuna deduced he wasn’t connected to your idiotic husbands.

The man, however, frowned, his jaw tightening. “He—”

“Not a threat,” you said lowly. “Mahoraga isn’t for solving your problems with people who talk back.”

Sukuna folded his arms, leaning casually against the doorframe but watching Megumi like a hawk. “Kid’s got issues,” he muttered, his voice tinged with amusement.

“You’re one to talk,” you shot back without thinking, letting go of Megumi and turning on Sukuna with a glare.

He blinked, then grinned, a warmth in his crimson eyes that made his smirk almost fond. “Fair point, princess.”

“You don’t look normal.”

“I’m fine,” you and Megumi both ignored Sukuna, though your voice cracked on the lie. But Sukuna didn’t correct you right now.

Megumi’s gaze kept searching your face for something—anything.

“I’m fine,” you repeated, though no one in the room believed it.

"Princess, I need to leave.” Sukuna had said, glaring at his phone. “Will you be okay for a few days? I have arranged for Choso and Yuji to be here within a few hours.”

“I’ll be fine. Megumi is my best friend; he will keep me safe.” You reassured him, while Megumi looked at him smugly with his arms now folded, muscles flexing.

“Call me if you need anything or if there’s an issue.” Sukuna told you, contemplating how mad you would be if he broke Megumi’s jaw.

You nodded as he turned to leave, answering a call. “I’m on my way, woman. Stop irritating me!”

Your heart sank.

He was going to meet a woman?!

Were you in love with him?

But how long would he wait for you?

// Playlist

After telling Megumi everything, the house was quiet now, save for the faint hum of the windchimes. He sat across from you on the couch, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped tightly as if they were the only thing grounding him. His features were softened by the dim light, but the weight in his eyes made him look older than his years.

You sat opposite him, knees pulled to your chest, your arms wrapped around them. The blanket draped over your shoulders felt like a shield, though it did little to protect you from the storm inside.

For a long time, neither of you spoke.

“You were right,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

Megumi’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with surprise. “What?”

“I was wrong,” you said, your gaze fixed on a crack in the marble on the floor. “About everything. About them. About leaving you behind.”

His jaw tightened, and he looked away, the guilt in his expression enough to cut. “You don’t have to say that.”

“But it’s true,” you said, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “You warned me. You told me what they were like, what would happen, and I didn’t listen. I was so convinced I could handle it on my own that I pushed you away.”

Megumi let out a shaky breath, his hands flexing as if trying to grasp the weight of his emotions. “And I shouldn’t have said what I did. At the airport, I—” He swallowed hard, his voice breaking under the strain. “I was angry. Hurt. But that doesn’t excuse it. I said awful things to you, and I’ve hated myself for it every single day since. I was a coward, too afraid to reach out to you when you needed me most.”

His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he continued, the pain evident in every word. “Then what happened at your HQ... They were live streaming it on the news, and I was terrified, praying you’d make it out alive. But when they said you weren’t there, my heart dropped. No one knew where you had gone. I felt so helpless, so lost. I’ve been searching for you ever since, haunted by the fear that I might never find you again.”

The words hung between you, raw and heavy.

“I think...” you started, your voice trembling. “I think we both thought we were doing the right thing. You wanted to protect me, and I wanted to prove I didn’t need it, too blinded by what I thought was love.”

Megumi’s lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes glinting. “I should’ve been there. When it all fell apart, when they—” His voice cracked, and he looked away. “I should’ve come sooner.”

“And I should’ve called you,” you said, your chest tightening. “But I was ashamed. I didn’t want you to see how far I’d fallen.”

His gaze snapped back to yours. “You don’t have to hide from me. Ever. You never did. Sure, I’d yell at you or even tell you I was right, but I’d never not help you.”

The words broke something inside you, and for the first time in months, the tears came. They fell silently at first, then harder, your shoulders shaking as the dam burst.

Megumi moved without hesitation, closing the distance between you and pulling you into his arms. His grip was strong, grounding, and you clung to him like a lifeline. “I should have stayed in touch with you even if I didn’t agree with the decision in case you ever needed me.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice rough. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m so sorry, Megumi,” you whispered against his shoulder. “I’m so sorry for not listening, for abandoning you, for never trying again, for not honoring your dad.”

“I’m so sorry for the... the babies.” He spoke low as if he were blaming himself.

You didn’t know how to respond to that, so you cried harder, clutching his shirt.

---

// Playlist

Japan

Gojo sat on the edge of the couch, his white shirt wrinkled and stained, hanging loose on his frame. His eyes rimmed red, their usual brilliance dulled. His hand clutched a half-empty bottle of whiskey, the amber liquid sloshing as he tipped it back.

Across the room, Nanami stood by the kitchen sink, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. He stared at his hands under the running water, scrubbing them long past clean, as if the act could erase the guilt embedded in his skin.

The silence between them was broken only by Gojo’s muttered curses as he took another swig.

“You should eat,” Nanami said finally, his voice hoarse.

Gojo snorted, the sound bitter. “Coming from the guy who hasn’t touched his plate in days.”

Nanami didn’t respond, his jaw tightening as he shut off the water.

Gojo leaned back, his head resting against the couch, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. “Do you ever wonder,” he said, his voice slurring slightly, “if it would’ve been better if we’d never...” He trailed off, the words hanging heavy in the air.

Nanami turned slowly, his gaze hard and unyielding. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Gojo shot back, his voice rising. “Say what we’re both thinking? That we—”

“I said don’t,” Nanami snapped. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles white.

Gojo let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You think not saying it changes anything? They’re gone, Kento. And it’s our fault.”

Nanami flinched, the words hitting him like a blow. He turned away, his shoulders stiff as he gripped the edge of the counter. “I know that,” he said quietly, his voice trembling. “I know that every second of every day.”

The room fell silent again, the weight of their shared guilt pressing down on them.

//

Later that night, Gojo sat alone on the balcony, the cold biting at his skin. He held a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke curling into the air like a ghost. He hadn’t smoked in years, but tonight it felt like the only thing keeping him grounded.

Nanami appeared in the doorway, a glass of scotch in hand. He didn’t say anything as he stepped outside, sitting on the opposite end of the balcony.

They didn’t look at each other, their gazes fixed on the city below.

Gojo’s sudden laugh was hollow, a broken sound that made Nanami’s chest tighten.

“I keep seeing them,” Gojo murmured, his hand tightening around the cigarette. “Every time I close my eyes. I see their faces. Their hair. Their... their little hands.” His voice cracked, and he fell silent, his shoulders trembling.

Nanami’s grip on his glass tightened, the faint clink of ice against glass the only sound he made.

“They didn’t even get a chance,” Gojo continued, his voice thick with emotion. “We robbed them of that.”

Nanami’s expression unreadable. “Every time I close my eyes, they’re there. And her. The way she looked at us... or didn’t. Like we weren’t even worth hating.”

Gojo turned to him, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Then why are we still here, Kento? Why are we still—”

“Because we don’t deserve peace,” Nanami interrupted, his voice harsh. “Not yet. Not until we’ve done everything we can to make it right. Even if she never forgives us.”

Gojo stared at him, his chest heaving as he tried to process the words.

They sat in silence after that, the weight of their guilt hanging heavy between them. The city lights blurred into a haze, and the distant sounds of life carried on, oblivious to the two broken men on the balcony.

Neither of them moved, each lost in their own spiral, but for the first time in weeks, the silence between them felt less like a void and more like a shared burden. A small, flickering reminder that they weren’t entirely alone.

---

// Playlist

The days passed in a haze. Choso and Yuji were sunshines around Megumi’s age, who moved to the lower floor, but you didn’t have much energy to interact with new people. Sukuna called you every few hours.

Megumi stayed with you. He didn’t leave, didn’t push, just existed in your space like a quiet force of nature.

He cooked meals, both your favorites growing up, and sat with you while you ate, even if it was just a few bites. And when the nightmares came, he was there, his hand steady on your shoulder, until the panic subsided.

A few days later, Sukuna returned and obsered it all with narrowed eyes, his irritation barely concealed.

One evening, Megumi was trying to coax you into taking a walk. “Fresh air,” he said, standing by the door with his arms crossed. “It’ll do you good.”

“I’m fine here,” you muttered, sinking deeper into the couch.

“She doesn’t need to go anywhere,” Sukuna cut in from the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a smirk. “She’s safe here.”

Megumi turned, his eyes narrowing. “Safe doesn’t mean healthy. What would you know, old man? You probably can’t walk at your age with your arthritis.”

“I’m not old, brat. I will fight you!” Sukuna shot back, his tone mocking.

“With what? Your walking stick?!,” Megumi snapped, his voice rising.

You couldn’t help it—the sheer absurdity of their bickering—it pulled a laugh from your chest. It was small, tentative, but real.

Both men froze, their eyes snapping to you.

“Did she just—” Sukuna started, his eyes wide.

“She laughed,” Megumi confirmed, his tone somewhere between disbelief and triumph.

You clapped a hand over your mouth, the sound foreign even to you. “I’m sorry,” you said, your voice muffled.

“Don’t be,” Sukuna said, his smirk returning as he leaned against the wall. “If I’d known it was this easy, I would’ve let him insult me sooner.”

“I’d do it for free,” Megumi said, looking at you, fingers twitching to pat himself on the back.

Sukuna’s grin widened. “Of course, it’s not like anyone would pay to watch you.” He fired back at Megumi, still looking at you.

You laughed again, the sound freer this time, and the tension in the room shifted.

For the first time in what felt like forever, the weight on your chest lightened.

After a beat, you calmed down and said, “I’d like to go back to work.”

Both nodded.

//

After that day, it became their unspoken mission to make you laugh as often as possible.

One afternoon, Sukuna conjured a miniature version of himself—barely six inches tall—who stomped across the coffee table, shouting, “Fear me, mortals!” in a voice far too high-pitched to be taken seriously.

Megumi, who was seated at the kitchen island, raised an eyebrow. “That’s the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh yeah?” Sukuna shot back, gesturing dramatically toward Mini-Sukuna. “At least I’m creative.”

Without missing a beat, Megumi summoned a tiny shikigami—a shadowy cat with glowing eyes—that pounced on Mini-Sukuna and promptly sat on him.

Meanwhile, you sat at the dining table, trying (and failing) to hide your laughter behind a mug of tea.

//

Another day the apartment was quiet except for the sizzling sound coming from the kitchen. Sukuna stood near the couch, holding a plate of food that looked… edible, but only in the way emergency rations were. His expression screamed confidence, as if he’d just solved world hunger.

In reality he was just jealous that Megumi had overtaken cooking since arriving, and he wasn’t able to feed you.

On the other side of the kitchen island, Megumi was frying something in a pan with the kind of intensity usually reserved for life-or-death surgeries. His sleeves were rolled up.

“You’re going to eat this,” Sukuna declared, stabbing the air with his fork.

“Like hell she is,” Megumi shot back without looking up, flipping whatever he was cooking with the ease of someone who’d spent years perfecting it. “She deserves something decent. Not whatever cursed sludge you’re trying to pass off as food. I’m making her comfort food.”

“She hasn’t touched your so-called food in days. She’s barely eaten anything. Mine’s nutritional,” Sukuna growled, stepping closer to the island.

“It’s an insult to taste buds,” Megumi countered, grabbing a plate and dishing out his creation—a simple, golden-brown omelet.

From your spot on the couch, you sighed, leaning your head against your hand. You weren’t sure what was worse: the fact that they were arguing over who got to feed you or that they seemed genuinely ready to fight about it.

“Hey,” you said, your voice flat, “I’m right here. I can feed myself.”

Both men ignored you.

“She hasn’t eaten properly in days,” Sukuna said, his crimson eyes narrowing. “I’ve been keeping her alive.”

“Barely,” Megumi muttered, sliding the plate across the counter. “She used to like this when we were younger.”

“She’s not a kid anymore, brat,” Sukuna sneered, taking a bite of his own creation as if to prove its worth. “She needs real food.”

“And you think that is real food?” Megumi shot back, nodding toward Sukuna’s plate. “It looks like you scraped it off the floor of an incomplete domain.”

“It’s better than whatever bland crap you’re making,” Sukuna retorted, leaning closer.

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “Seriously, you two—”

“Stay out of this,” they both said in unison, their voices sharp enough to make you blink.

You were trying to hide a chuckle at how serious they both were about their cooking.

Megumi crossed his arms, smirking. “Look, she’s laughing at you.”

“Watch it, brat,” Sukuna growled, his energy crackling faintly.

“Oh, please,” Megumi said, rolling his eyes. “You’re just mad she liked my cooking better.”

“She hasn’t even tried your cooking,” Sukuna snapped, his grip tightening on the fork. “And she won’t, because it looks like a toddler made it.”

“Better than your attempt at weaponized nutrition,” Megumi shot back.

The bickering continued, insults flying back and forth with increasing absurdity. By the time Sukuna accused Megumi of “summoning Mahoraga to chop onions,” you were doubled over, tears streaming down your face as you laughed harder than you had in months.

//

Your employees had welcomed you back with open arms while you still chose to work remotely. But the lack of light in your eyes didn’t go unnoticed.

But instead of bombarding you with questions, they took matters into their own hands.

During a virtual meeting, your CTO appeared on camera dressed as a game character, complete with poorly made props and a monologue.

“Fear not, boss,” he declared, brandishing a foam sword. “I shall vanquish the deadlines!”

The entire team erupted into cheers, clapping as he pretended to fight off invisible enemies.

Another time, your marketing manager created a meme slideshow of your company’s latest release, complete with captions like, “When the servers crash but the players still think it’s part of the game.”

Even Sukuna got in on it, lurking just off-camera during a meeting to mutter sarcastic commentary loud enough for you to hear.

“Do they always sound this unhinged?” he asked during a particularly chaotic brainstorming session.

“Yes,” you replied, your lips twitching into a small smile.

During a virtual meeting, one of your lead designers appeared on camera wearing a cardboard replica of a game console, complete with buttons that actually lit up. “Presenting the latest in gaming technology!” he announced, spinning in his chair.

“Is that a fire hazard?” you asked, unable to stop the corner of your mouth from twitching.

“Probably,” he replied, grinning.

Your PR team wasn’t any better. They sent you a PowerPoint presentation titled, Why Our Boss Deserves to Laugh More , which included memes of your favorite characters, clips of game glitches they’d purposely caused, and an oddly heartfelt slide featuring a stick figure version of you labeled, The Coolest CEO Ever .

---

Megumi stayed for as long as he could and then had to return to take care of his mom and his company once you started to feel better.

The air buzzed with the familiar hum of distant conversations and the faint echo of footsteps on polished floors. Megumi stood by the entrance, his duffel bag at his feet, his shoulders tense despite the calm mask he wore.

“I’ll come back in a few days with Mom, okay?” he said, his voice softer than usual as he pulled you into a hug. His arms were strong, grounding, but there was a hesitance in the way he held you, like he wasn’t ready to let go. “She’s been worried sick since you stopped talking after leaving Japan. She asks about you every day.”

You nodded against his chest, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Tell her to video call me. I miss her.”

“I will,” he murmured, ruffling your hair in that infuriatingly fond way he knew you hated. “The moment I land.”

You stepped back, your eyes darting anywhere but his. “Take care of yourself, Megumi. And her. She doesn’t listen to anyone but you.”

His lips twitched into a faint smirk, his dark eyes flicking over you like he was cataloging every detail. “You should talk, hypocrite.”

Your snort was half-hearted, but it was enough for him.

This goodbye was nothing like the one all those years ago. Back then, his anger had burned through the distance between you, his words cutting deep enough to leave scars you both carried. Now, there was only understanding—an unspoken truce built on shared pain and quiet forgiveness.

Megumi’s gaze shifted to Sukuna, who stood a few feet away, arms crossed and clearly bored. With a tilt of his head, Megumi motioned him over.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. “What now, brat?” he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets as he approached.

You watched them from a distance, your old DSLR— Megumi had brought back with him—in hand. The click of the shutter was oddly comforting, a rhythm that let you focus on something other than the ache in your chest. Yuji and Choso hovered nearby, pestering you with questions about aperture and lighting. You answered absently, your eyes never leaving the two figures standing just out of earshot—the most important men in your life. So important, your very essence was tangled with them, unlike the way it used to be with someone else.

//

“What do you want?” Sukuna muttered, his tone dripping with disinterest.

Megumi’s voice was steady; he was smiling, all friendly and unsuspecting. The way he smiled while threatening people—oddly reminiscent of Toji on an adult Megumi. “Keep her safe. Or I’ll gut you alive.”

Sukuna barked out a laugh, loud and sharp. “Bold, brat. But I’m not an idiot like them.” His grin widened, his crimson eyes gleaming. “I don’t take my eyes away from the destination for snowflakes.”

Megumi’s eyes narrowed, his posture shifting slightly, like he was ready for a fight. “She’s not a prize, Sukuna.”

“No,” Sukuna agreed, crossing his arms. “She’s everything. That’s why I won’t screw it up.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “But don’t tell me you’re in love with her, brat. You’re already pathetic enough.”

Megumi’s jaw tightened, his face a mask of calm, but the faintest flicker flashed in his eyes. Before he could respond, Yuji’s voice rang out from behind you.

“Stay in touch, Megumi!”

Megumi groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as Sukuna chuckled.

Yuji had stuck to Megumi like pollen ever since they’d met. Whenever he walked out of your floor to get anything, or even went to the balcony for air, Yuji would immediately pounce on him like an overbearing puppy, talking like they had always known each other.

“Your fan club’s waiting,” Sukuna teased, stepping back with a mocking wave.

Megumi shot him a cold look before turning on his heel, his suitcase rolling behind him. He paused just long enough to glance over his shoulder at you, still clicking away with your camera.

“I’m getting late,” he said, his voice louder now, directed at no one in particular. “See you around.”

And just like that, he was gone, his silhouette swallowed by the steady flow of travelers.

You lowered the camera, watching the space he’d left behind. Sukuna sauntered over, his smirk still firmly in place.

“Miss him already?” He drawled.

You rolled your eyes, but the corner of your mouth twitched. “Shut up, Ryo.”

He chuckled, his gaze flicking to the camera in your hands. “Better get my good side next time. Wouldn’t want the brat to outshine me in your collection.”

You let yourself mock him. “He’s my best friend; of course he’ll shine.”

“Here I thought we were at least friends by now,” Sukuna shot back, his grin widening as he dragged you back to the car while also wrangling Choso and Yuji.

But nothing could have prepared you for the spectacle unfolding in front of you. Yuji stood precariously on a luggage cart, holding what looked like a security baton he must’ve stolen from somewhere.

“Onward, noble steed!” Yuji bellowed, jabbing the baton forward.

Choso, pushing the cart, sighed heavily. “Yuji, this is dumb. You’re going to fall, and I’m not paying for the damages.”

“You don’t pay for anything anyway!” Yuji shot back, wobbling as the cart veered dangerously close to a potted plant.

“Not my fault you’re the one with no sense of balance,” Choso deadpanned, shoving the cart harder.

“Balance is for losers!” Yuji yelled triumphantly—right before the cart hit a bump and sent him tumbling onto the floor with a loud thud.

You burst out laughing, clutching your camera as you tried to steady yourself. Sukuna groaned.

“Do these idiots have a death wish?” He muttered, glancing at you. “Why do I let them out in public?”

“They’re grown adults,” you replied between fits of laughter, wiping a tear from your eye. “Well... Technically. Have been for a few years.”

Yuji scrambled to his feet, rubbing his ass with an exaggerated pout. “You’re supposed to be on my side, Choso!”

“I was until you called me a steed,” Choso replied, brushing his hands off on his jeans. “You’re lucky I didn’t throw you into that plant.”

“You’re just mad because I’m faster,” Yuji shot back, grabbing the cart again.

“Faster at what? Hitting the ground?” Choso said, raising an eyebrow.

Sukuna snorted, his crimson eyes narrowing as he gestured toward the two. “You know what? Let him break something. Maybe he’ll finally learn.”

“Doubt it,” you said, grinning.

Yuji, undeterred by his earlier failure, climbed back onto the cart. “Round two! Let’s go!”

Choso sighed again, but there was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he grabbed the handle. “Fine. But if security catches us, I’m blaming you.”

“You always blame me!” Yuji whined, holding on tighter this time.

“Because it’s always your fault,” Choso replied, shoving the cart with a bit more force than necessary.

As the cart barreled down the terminal, narrowly missing several unsuspecting travelers, you and Sukuna watched in bemused silence.

“You should film this,” Sukuna said, his lips curling into a smirk. “Might go viral. ‘Local lesbian and his Itadorki.’”

You doubled over laughing while Yuji and Choso glared at Sukuna.

//

Later that evening, the chaos of the airport was a distant memory as you and Sukuna sat together on the couch. The quiet was comforting, the kind of stillness that didn’t feel heavy for once.

“Thank you,” you said softly, breaking the silence.

Sukuna turned to you, his expression unreadable. “For what?”

“For… everything,” you said, your cheeks heating under his gaze.

He smirked, leaning back against the cushions. “Took you long enough to admit it.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. The weight on your chest lifted just a little, replaced by something warm and unfamiliar.

//

But the mornings still clawed at you like ghosts, dragging you into the suffocating reality of what you’d lost. The ache in your chest wasn’t a dull pain but a jagged wound, raw and unrelenting. But Sukuna was there, always.

Without fail, he brought you breakfast in bed, the tray heavy with whatever he decided you needed to eat that day. You’d protest, pushing the plate aside, focusing on pending work, and he’d glare, the kind of glare that made it clear he wouldn’t leave until you took at least a few bites.

When he walked with you in the park, his hand brushed your lower back, a gesture so casual yet grounding it left you disarmed. He didn’t say much, but his presence filled the empty spaces in ways words never could. Slowly, painfully, the walls you’d built began to crack, the light seeping through despite your efforts to hold it all together.

// Playlist

A couple of weeks later, one evening, the two of you sat on the balcony of your new home, the air heavy with the scent of cigarettes and rain-soaked concrete. You rested your chin on your knees, watching the city lights blur into a smear of orange and white.

“You’re not as awful as you pretend to be,” you murmured, breaking the silence.

Sukuna chuckled, the sound deep and rough. He lit a cigarette with practiced ease, the glow illuminating his features. “Don’t ruin my reputation, princess,” he drawled, exhaling smoke like a dragon.

A laugh bubbled up from your chest. It felt foreign, but it didn’t hurt. Not this time.

You reached for the cigarette, plucking it from his fingers. Taking a slow drag, you coughed, the burn familiar but unwelcome after years away. “You know,” you started, voice quieter now, “I never wanted kids. I even got a hysterectomy, but... I think their RCT might’ve worked on me.”

Sukuna leaned back, smirking as if the universe amused him. “Good thing I hate brats too,” he said, his tone laced with mockery but softened by something genuine. “But I’d be fine either way you lean. I care more about you than any kid.”

You tilted your head, a sly smile tugging at your lips. “So confident I’d end up with you, huh?”

He nodded, the movement slow and deliberate.

The words spilled from you before you could stop them. “But I’m sure. I don’t want any more kids. I’m done.”

His grin widened, sharp and wolfish. “Great. Then I’ll have you all to myself,” he said, plucking the cigarette from your hand and taking a drag as if the conversation hadn’t just carved open a vulnerable piece of you.

You watched him for a moment, the question heavy on your tongue before you gave in to it. “Why are you still here? I mean... you’re attractive, Sukuna. You could have anyone. Why’d you help me?”

He exhaled smoke slowly, his gaze cutting to yours. “You really want to know?”

You nodded, feeling the tension coil in the air between you.

“The first time I saw you was at that dingy grocery store near our building in Norway. You were glaring at a Norwegian label like you could burn it into understanding if you stared hard enough.” He smirked, the memory vivid in his mind. “Then some store employee came over, and you covered your belly like you’d fight him if he even looked at you wrong. You were scared—hell, I’ve seen fear before, plenty of it—but yours was different. The kind I’d seen in survivors—the kind that said you’ve been through hell and still haven’t given up. There was this stubbornness in your eyes, like you’d fight to your last breath even knowing you’d lose.”

His voice dipped lower, his eyes locking onto yours. “That’s when I knew I wanted to know you more. Then you walked past me like I didn’t exist. You didn’t even glance my way. I knew right then you weren’t a sorcerer. You were oblivious, but your fear begged me to protect you. Practically dared me.”

A laugh escaped you, soft but real. “Or maybe you just couldn’t handle a woman not noticing you,” you teased, though your gaze lingered on him, soft and awed, like he’d hung the stars just for you.

His grin sharpened, dangerous yet intoxicating. Without warning, he flicked the cigarette over the railing, his hand shooting out to grab your waist. You gasped as he pulled you flush against him, his heat burning through your defenses.

His lips crashed into yours, the kiss anything but gentle. It was raw, demanding, and devastatingly sensual, as if he was trying to claim every fractured piece of you. Your hands instinctively found his chest, but instead of pushing him away, your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.

The kiss deepened, his tongue brushing against yours, coaxing you into a rhythm that left you breathless. Your head tilted back as his hand tangled in your hair, the other anchoring you to him. The world blurred around you, the city’s hum fading into nothingness.

When you finally broke apart, your chest heaved, your lips tingling from the intensity. His crimson eyes bore into yours, a smirk playing on his lips. “Still think I’m not worth noticing, princess?” he murmured, his voice low and dripping with amusement.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Instead, you smiled, leaning into him, the ache in your chest momentarily quieted by the storm he’d stirred in you.

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The apartment was silent, save for the occasional creak of the floorboards and the faint hum of the refrigerator. It had been months since Gojo and Nanami had received the news, but the weight of it hadn’t lifted. If anything, it had grown heavier, pressing them into themselves, into the shadows of their shared space.

Gojo sat in the darkness of their penthouse, the glow of the city outside mocking him with its indifference. The blinds were drawn just enough for the neon lights to cast fractured shadows across the floor. His sunglasses sat abandoned on the table, forgotten. His eyes—once impossibly bright, reflecting the limitless sky—were bloodshot and hollow, the kind of emptiness that no amount of sleep could fix.

His phone buzzed on the table, a cruel reminder of the hundred unanswered messages he’d already sent. He stared at it for a moment, his hand twitching toward it before falling back to his lap.

He chuckled, the sound sharp and bitter. “Why bother?” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his unkempt hair. The white strands fell limply, no longer carrying their usual defiance.

Across the penthouse in your old office, Nanami sat with the glass in his hand, the amber liquid inside untouched. He stared at it, his reflection distorted by the curve of the glass.

He thought of the twins. Their faces haunted him—not as they were in the sterile images of the report, but as they could have been. A boy with Gojo’s wild grin and his own steady gaze. A girl with your sharp wit and quiet strength.

He raised the glass to his lips but hesitated, the smell of alcohol turning his stomach. With a quiet curse, he set it down, the sound of glass on wood too loud in the silence.

//

The train station was cold, the kind of cold that seeped into your bones and stayed there. Gojo stood near the edge of the platform, his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat. The sound of the approaching train grew louder, the vibration humming through his feet.

He stepped closer, the yellow line glaring up at him like a warning.

Just one step.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, the vibration jolting him out of his thoughts. He pulled it out, the screen lighting up with another name that wasn’t yours.

Yuta.

He hesitated before answering, his voice cracking as he said, “What?”

“Sensei?” Yuta’s voice was hesitant, like he was trying to gauge how far Gojo had fallen. “I just... wanted to check on you. You’ve been... quiet. We heard you were suspended.”

Gojo let out a dry laugh, stepping back from the edge. “Quiet’s good, isn’t it?”

There was a long pause on the other end. “You don’t sound like yourself.”

“Maybe I’m not,” Gojo replied, ending the call before Yuta could say anything else.

The Rainbow Bridge stretched out before him, its lights reflected in the dark waters below. Nanami gripped the railing, the cold metal biting into his palms. The wind whipped through his hair, tugging at his jacket like it was trying to pull him over the edge.

He leaned forward, staring down at the waves.

He thought of you. Of your smile before everything went wrong. Of the way you used to laugh at his dry humor, your head tilted just slightly.

The phone in his pocket felt like a lead weight. He pulled it out, his thumb hovering over your name.

What could he even say?

The words felt heavy, impossible. Instead, he stared at the screen until it dimmed, the reflection of his hollow face staring back at him.

//

At home, Gojo stared at the bottle of pills on his nightstand, his hand hovering over the cap. His reflection in the nearby mirror caught his eye—he barely recognized the man staring back.

“You’re pathetic,” he muttered, the words slicing through the silence.

Nanami sat on the floor of his bathroom, his back against the wall. The report sat beside him, its pages wrinkled and stained with spilled whiskey.

“They never had a chance,” he whispered, the words tasting like ash.

Both men lived in the silence, haunted by memories of what could have been. The world moved on around them, but they were stuck, trapped in a purgatory of their own making.

The only thing keeping them tethered to this existence was the faint hope that, one day, you might pick up the phone. One day, you might let them explain. One day, you might forgive them.

But for now, they waited, drowning in the unbearable weight of their own guilt.

A/N: And that’s how we turn pain into comedy and back again. I know you’re emotionally damaged (same). Who do you think was the woman Sukuna went to meet? (Hint: It's not Urame, so use your critical thinking skills). Meanwhile, Gojo and Nanami are one bad day away from booking permanent balcony seats in purgatory. Next chapter, we might actually let Nanami catch a break—or not. What do you think? Should Gojo finally punch Sukuna for calling him a ‘failed Barbie’? But seriously, next chapter—more tension, more heartbreak; maybe someone actually admits how they feel and SUMT (don't expect too much; I'm not very good at it).

Next Chapter will be out in 2-3 Days.

Also I have a seprate fluff series going on which can be read as part of this AU - Bubble Butt Problems - Nanami X Reader X Gojo - (Tumblr/Ao3)

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𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 | 𝐌－𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

୨ৎ － 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | In which Matt can’t resist the taste of his companions fright

୨ৎ — 𝐂𝐖. 18+, Vampire!Matt/Dom!Matt, mentions of blood, biting, light slapping, degradation, face grabbing, fingering, detailed intercourse, gagging, breath play if you squint, dom + sub dynamics (and probably more but I’m tired.)

୨ৎ — Mimi’s notes! | Why hello! I know it’s been a while, (like 2-3 months while), but I’m back! I’m doing my best to come up with new and creative concepts that help me with showing and putting out writing that aligns with who I am, I love doing new au’s, so leeeet me know what you guys think!

The littlest of whimpers elicited the girls throat weakly, lips parted as her eyes fluttered open and shut with small breaths. “Mm..” she could hear her heart thrumming in her ear drums, slowing slowly but surely as the pale man’s hands tightened around her wrists.

Matt’s harsh grip tightening around both wrists, pinning them above her head as her body writhed in both pain and pleasure. The faint sound of wetness could be heard over the girls whimpers, neck craned back as the males face buried into the skin. “－yes,” he whispered, a gruffness in his tone as he bit down with a gentle force.

She let out a moan, feeling the sharp pain shoot down her neck and clavicle as his teeth punctured the mantra of her pulse. “Fuck.” As soon as the taste of the sweet, honey-like blood hit his tastebuds, his eyes practically rolled back into his skull. The syrupy liquid swirled around his tongue lavishly, making him groan as she struggled underneath his stature. “M－Matt,” she gasped, lips parting with a gasp as she felt wetness trickle from her glistening cunt.

The tip of his cock probed at her opening, just barely making the friction she so desperately yearned for. “Mm?” A chill went up her spine as his hot breath fluttered over her wounded pulse, lightly licking over the area with blood coating his tongue. Matt moaned, eyes darkening as he resisted the urge to clamp back down onto her beautiful neck. “s’okay baby,” his cock slowly slipped into her, making her moan out with a small whimper. “It’ll all be okay.” Her tight walls squeezed around his length, not knowing if she wanted him to pull out, or go even deeper.

She didn’t know what was more magic, the fact that the wound in her neck was now slowly healing from his salvia, or the way his cock felt so perfect and snug inside of her cunt. It was like he was made for her, and she knew nobody would ever compare. “Matt,” the girl whined, feeling his cock kissing her cervix, the throbbing of her walls around his veiny cock making him grunt. “mm? You takin’ it like the good fuckin’ girl you are?” Her lips parted with a trembling moan at his words, but no words emitted as the vampire pressed two fingers to her lips. “shhhh .. just take it.” Jesus.

The tips of his calloused fingers nudged between her lips, and without hesitation they parted. Matt hummed in approval, teeth gnashing together as he fought the urge to fuck into her mercilessly. Languid, innocent, blinks from her ethereal eyes sent his way, drool slipping from her lips as she hallowed her cheeks around his fingers. “Fuck.” She’d been so good. The poor thing had bared her neck for him, the pounding of her pulse and tight little cunt almost unbearable to resist as he stared at her from across the room.

What kind of man would he have been if he didn’t give in. She’d just woken from her nap, eyes still puffy, cheeks a light pink as her lions mane of a hair framed her jaw messily. She looked so －ruinable. “Take it.” Matt gritted, seeing tears blink away in her eyes as she gagged on his fingers, the other hand gripping her thigh in a bruising, yet gentle manner as he pulled out.

With blurry vision she stared up at him, heaving through her nose as he worked his lengthy fingers down her throat. Her tears ran down her cheeks with small whines, unable to help herself from rubbing her thighs together. “Ah －ah,” Matt tutted, using his free hand to act as a barrier between her thighs. Matt scoffed with a low, condescending chuckle as she used the position to her advantage, rutting her hips up into his palm. “Fucking pitiful.” She threw her head back, Matt’s words stinging, yet feeling so good as he lazily swirled his thumb around her clit.

A string of spit between his fingers and her lips as he pulled them from her warm mouth, the girl already panting for air as she gazed at him with a glint in her eyes. Brat. “Panting like a bitch in heat,” Matt scoffed, patting her cheek sternly before grabbing her jaw roughly. “fuckin’ pathetic.” At his words she felt her tight cunt pulse around the digits, making him chuckle. “That? That’s what gets you?”

She gasped as he plunged two fingers in her abruptly, hand slipping down to her throat as he worked the long digits into her roughly. “You aren’t even embarrassed, are you?” Wetness squelched around his fingers, pooling underneath her hips while he gripped her throat snugly. “course you aren’t. Can’ fuckin’ feel you squeezing around my fingers and cock every time I call you out for being the little slut you are.” Oh god.

Without warning her stomach clenched, a fiery ignition exploding in her gut as she moaned out with her eyes squeezed shut. Over, and over, and over. It felt like she couldn’t stop cumming, the release never ending as her thighs trembled helplessly. “Fu－fuck!” She whimpered weakly, sweat beading at her forehead as she gasped. Realization hit her like a brick, wincing to herself as she slowly peer her eyes open.

Oh fuck me.

Matt’s jaw was clenched, eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at the soaked sheets, and the shaking of his companion. “Matt I’m so－” shit. With a sharp gasp, Matt parted her thighs roughly, sliding between her thighs as he gripped them with force. “Not fucking yet you aren’t,” he gritted, red flashing in his pupils as he eased his cock back into her. “You wanted to cum? Let’s see how much you can take before you tap out,”

“My bets on till dawn, my fleshling little fuck-toy.”

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Hello everybody! Surprised to see me post something not Seabird related? Well sometimes drawing the same things over and over again gets a little tiring, so to clear my head (and to remind myself to draw legs once in while) I’d tried to draw other owl house stuff. During this break times I’d actually end up drawing other owl house creators Au’s, and I decided to clean up these drawings together and compile them into one big illustration. Think of this post as a sorta tribute to creators that inspire me. And don’t worry, Seabird part 3 will still come out Monday.

First up, the Monster high AU by @dazeddoodles

As the title suggests, it’s an AU that combines the G1 Monster high with the Owl house series. I was a huge Monster High fan when I was younger, so this AU was a real treat. I’m really sad they decided to discontinue it, as I think this AU is really cute. I love the designs too, Raine is my favorite. I kinda just wanted to draw some cute interactions, a young Eda and Raine interacting, Gus and Willow giving Hunter “a hand’ and Amity flirting with Luz (in her own way). Drawing this AU was a lot of fun and did inspire me to rewatch some of the old Monster high specials.

Pittwins AU by @nikolutke

This AU is much darker. The idea of the story is what if Hunter and Luz weren’t resurrected at the end of the series and wandered around the Boiling Isles as ghosts. I love Nikolutke designs for Ghost Luz and Hunter, they’re both haunting and really sad. Plus the idea exploring the Owl house characters reactions towards the death of a love one is really fascinating concept. I kinda explored that idea with these drawings, in this case Eda and Darius reactions. I feel like Eda would be out of her mind with grief, as she was forced to watch Luz’s death first hand. I think she’d feel a lot of guilt too, thinking she failed to protect Luz. I also wonder if Kings Titans powers allows him to see the dead, could be possible. As for the other illustration, I think Darius would probably isolated himself and grieve quietly, contemplating what he could of done differently, and if he could have saved Hunter in time.

The Gilded Cage by @catboymoments

I’ve been fan of both their next gen au and this one, but I decided to post one about the Gilded age au. The basic idea of this AU is the classic “What if Belos found Luz instead of Eda” concept. A lot of these AUs tend to go the route of “Luz becomes Belos 2.0” as someone who loves Luz, I’m sad people just think she’d just instantly become a villain if left unguided. I’m really that this AU went into a different direction and actual kept Luz’s personality and made Luz someone who’s trying to help the Isles and wants to protect her friends from Belos wrath. The one on the left is Lilith and Luz interacting, I like to think Lilith sees a lot of Eda in Luz, and makes her think of the good times before everything got complicated. The one on the right is Luz and Hunter, with the former trying to convince the latter to question Belos control. I love in this AU that despite Belos attempts to put the, against each other, they still have each others back no matter what! Their siblings no matter what universe they’re in!

And of course the classic (pun intended) The Mythology AU by @turquoisespace35

This AU is Huntlow story set in Greek mythology. Hunter in this AU is the half human-gorgon offspring of the human Caleb and gorgon Evelyn. Willow is sent to his location to kill him but (of course) they fall in love instead. The story has a lot of twists and turns, so I suggest you check it out if you haven’t already. The left drawing is Caleb and Evelyn interacting together. I don’t know if this work but I like to think the two were able to somewhat interact with each other by Caleb looking through mirror. I of course had to draw the love birds Hunter and Willow interacting together. The one on the top right is a little bit of a spoiler but I decided to draw Lilith and Edalyns in their goddess forms, I love that Lilith plays the role of Athena and acts a caretaker to Hunter. I drew her getting a little emotional about Hunter finally being free, as any cool Aunt should.

And to those who are just hear to see the Seabird AU, here’s a preview drawing of part 3 of chapter 10. I don’t think Edas really enjoying this part though lol.

Anyway, hope you guys this more unusual post, I just wanted to draw something a little different this time and pay tribute to some of the artists that have inspired me.

[ziminy]

Nightshift rewritten pt.2

How's life with Gojo and Geto as your roommates

Tags: smut, mdni, ageless and blank blogs will be blocked, f!reader, roommates, college au, making out, almost got caught, humping, fingering, jealousy, delusion (lots of it), pet names, marking, threesome, oral(m and f receiving), something something in the shower, something something on the couch, edging, not so friendly competition, the reader is more on the introverted side,

Author's note: I caught a cold (⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)

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You woke up in your bed all alone. A random shirt from your closet on you, and the feeling of loneliness and guilt hit you. For some reasons, you felt like the player in this situation.

Were you wrong to say you only wanted to see if your roommates were as good as people say? Because even now, after you woke up with a clear mind you only could think about Suguru's body, but nothing more.

No romantic feelings, you didn't felt like asking him on a date. You didn't even cared about how he was, because everything was clear the moment he left your room.

You weren't that different from them after all, just the way they play with people's feelings so are you with theirs. You weren't doing it intentionally or to take revenge on them, you simply just couldn't see yourself in a relationship at the moment, knowing your current situation.

But you still feel guilty, for using the dark haired man for some stress relief. Even if it was mutual, you still have a heart and you understand emotions. You had to talk to him at least, make sure nothing changes. So you got out your room, head empty as your brain simply just didn't want to work, still thinking about what happened last night.

You went to the kitchen, still not being able to process what's happening around you, but somehow knowing exactly what you're looking for. And you found him, sitting peacefully at the dining table, enjoying a cup of coffee and scrolling on his phone.

As much as you're trying not to think about it, you couldn't help but want him a little more. What happened yesterday wasn't enough, for you at least since you had no idea what he was feeling like.

There were marks on his neck, and if you're being honest, you had no idea you left any to begin with. His messy hair that looked like you just finished fucking. It didn't look like you two parted ways long hours ago.

He took his eyes away from his screen for a moment, taking a sip from his cup and then moving his eyes away from you back to his phone. He opened his mouth, closed it and then open it once again, not sure of what to do or say. He was acting like he never went through this, even if it happened countless of times for him already. "Morning." he said after a while, too anxious at the way you stared at him, not doing a move.

"Yeah." you nodded, getting close to the table and sitting the opposite of him, far away from your usual spot.

"I didn't think you'll be up this early." he tried to avoid your eyes, too embarrassed to face you.

"I couldn't sleep." while he was agitated your voice was completely cold. No expression on your face as you kept looking at him shamelessly.

"I see." he took another sip of his coffee, turning to the side and trying to think of an excuse to get out of there or else he'll fuck up. "Well, I'll go now." he tried to run.

"I want to talk to you." it can wait. Right now he doesn't have an explanation for what happened last night.

"Let's talk later." he really had to go.

"No, let's talk now." you grabbed him by the side of his shirt when he walked past you, stopping him in place so you could have a better look at him. "About last night-"

"This isn't the right time." he tried to brush your hand off.

"No, listen-" he was so stubborn.

"I'll text you when I'm ready." he would not.

"Suguru, what are we?" he froze at that question. He was afraid of those same exact words. "Because I don't want us to be anything." huh? That made his eye twitch.

"What do you mean by that?" he finally stopped running, turning around to face you, looking down at you who was still sitting down just as expressionless as before.

"Can we stay the way it was before?" absolutely the fuck not. "I'm not ready for anything at the moment." and that means he is? I mean, you spoke the same exact words he was thinking about, but how dare you not ask for anything from him in return? He would have indulge you and took you out on a few dates if you asked him to. He was running away earlier because he didn't thought he was that ready to commit himself to you, you had to give him a few days to think of all the possibilities, of how far in life can you two make. The dating life, the wedding, how many kids you'll have and how your house would look like. But this was genuinely ridiculous, you didn't even let him have some time to think about it.

"Then?" he asked, still waiting for you to explain yourself and your poorly choice of words.

"I don't know." you shrugged, making him even angrier at you. "I'm happy with myself, you seem to be doing the same. I don't see why we should be together." this was worse than a circus, this kind of buffoonery was something he never seen before and it's getting on his nerves. So what if he seems like he's doing good, that doesn't means that you can just cockblock him like that.

"What if I don't want to?" you shrugged again, not being able to think of anything.

"What do you want to do then?" this situation was going to total opposite. You were supposed to ask him out, like the majority of people that dragged him into their beds, he was supposed to say no. But this time he was going to appear a few days later and take you out on a white horse. You were supposed to make him realize that he was a dumbass, that he can't live like this forever and try to change himself.

I mean, he knows girls like you. The quiet type, the weirdly attractive that always keeps to themselves around people they don't know. And he heard about the magic your people had, the way it can swipe anyone off their feet and settle them for life. He prepared for this, he was ready to commit to a single person, worship you like he never had anyone in his life. He was ready to mold your body to fit him perfectly. And yet you decided to destroy all his dreams. "I don't want anything either." he was so bitter about this. He can't believe he's lying not only to you but to himself, he can't even find an excuse for his words.

"Do we stay the way we used to?" he shook his head, not wanting to open his mouth anymore. "Then?" he moved his hands towards you, grabbing you by your sides and lifting you up to place you on the table.

He pressed his body against yours, his crotch right into yours and hoping that you could at least get an idea of what's going on in his head. "Do we have to pretend that nothing happened?" he spoke quietly, his breath hitting your skin and it only left chills down your spine. "We can do it as many times as we want and nothing will change if you don't want to."

"What about you then? Do you want something to change?" he didn't dare to answer your question, knowing it might affect what you're going to say next.

"You're overthinking." for a moment you thought that something was going to happen, looking at the way he tried to avoid eye contact, holding back something you had no idea what it was. Only to disappoint you in the end. Yeah, maybe you're overthinking, like you always did. Perhaps you were the only one with big feelings in here and he just opened your eyes. Then you can keep doing this without feeling guilty about his feelings. Somehow, you feel more at ease. He just wanted to feel something, and so did you. So why were you hoping for him to say something more, anything rather than that.

"Kiss me." you said, trying to see if this was really all in your head and perhaps he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

You didn't know what to expect, because the next moment you said that, his lips were on yours. His weight being pressed against your body, grinding against you as the kiss got too deep for anyone's liking. But you didn't complained. Closing your eyes and dragging him closer, hoping this time you'll actually get to feel more. His hands under your shirt, lifting it up and exposing more of your body. You moaned quietly when he started to play with your breasts, giving him a soft look that made his cock throb in his pants.

Fuck it, he'll just do it. He broke the kiss for a moment, hands going to his pants to free himself, and at the same time tugging at yours too. This wasn't the way he wanted to do it, a quicky that didn't let him have more time to explore you, but he couldn't complain when you didn't complained.

You looked at him, at the expression he had on his face and at how he was biting his lip a bit too hard. You opened your mouth, wanting to tease him a little but your words got stuck in your throat when you heard the front door opening, following by the sounds of some shoes hitting the ground and some bags being moved around.

Panick was written all over your face, and as much as Suguru was annoyed, he knew exactly what to do in that situation.

He lifted you up from the table, getting your clothes in place and fixing your hair. Then tried to fix his clothes a bit too, not too much or it would become suspicious. He sat back down on his chair, his phone in one hand while his coffee in the other, making it look like it was just another morning, even if his heart was beating so hard he could barely keep his composure.

"Eh? You're up? But I wanted to surprise you guys." Gojo's voice could be heard from the door behind you, and you didn't dared to turn around and look. "Suguru, what happened to you?" he said, noticing the way his friend was sweating and his hair all over the place.

"Slept badly last night." the dark haired man said, avoiding eye contact and taking a sip of his coffee.

"You look just as bad as him. You're alright?" the white haired man said when he got next to you, looking at how your eyebrows furrowed, and something in your eyes that looked like you just got scared to death.

"Couldn't sleep." you looked down, trying to forget about what just happened.

"It's because I wasn't here, was it?" Satoru seemed way too happy with this. "Don't worry, I'm not leaving any time soon." and that's exactly what Suguru was afraid of. "Anyway, here's what I got from home." he placed some bags with food on the table.

For the next few days both you and Geto were cockblocked by the white haired man. Every time you got a bit of alone time, he had to appear out of nowhere and made sure to sit between you two. He didn't let you get close, always making sure to sit next to you and slap Suguru's hand away if he tried to make a move. I mean, since when does he have the balls? And how dare he try to get close to you? Not when Gojo is there. Absolutely not, it was out of question.

Maybe it was the jealousy, and it really didn't helped that you looked so friendly to each other after just a day. No because, he needs to know what that guy did. How did he got you to come running to him?

The way Gojo stared at you was obviously, so obvious that it made you put questions. Did you had something on your face? Was your hair alright? Or.. did he knew? You always panicked at the thought of him knowing what you did. And he noticed it right away. How you frown, giving him a quick look and then look away, looking at him again only to run from there in the end.

Did Suguru told you something while he was away? Did he told you something embarrassing about him and now you're avoiding him? I mean, you can't really call it avoiding when you act the same as before around him.

Was it the fact that he was seeing himself in Geto's position that made him a bit delusional? Because he was doing it before but now it got worse.

It was clearly your fault, no matter how much he thinks about it, it's definitely you who is the problem. Why would you show him that you could make that barrier that you put between them disappear? Now that he knows you can open up he kept thinking about it.

"I won't be back today." it was around 6 in the afternoon when Suguru sent something in the group chat.

"Have fun." you texted, going back on doing whatever you were doing before.

"Wanna watch a movie?" you got another text, this time from Gojo in private. Well, last time you watch a movie you ended up with someone in your bed. But you wouldn't say no since you're bored anyway. "Come in the living room." he texted again, like he knew you'd say yes.

You don't have anything better to do anyway. And it's not like you'd end up in the same situation again, right? I mean, it would be ridiculous for it to happen two times in a row. Right?

Damn. You should have kept your mouth shut.

You can't even remember how you ended up bend over Satoru's lap, and his long fingers bullying their way inside your pussy. A movie he said, whatever you'd watch a movie or make one to watch it later he didn't specify.

You can't even look at him in the eyes, you gave up too easily. The moment he called your name, in a much lower tone than his usual colorful one, was the end of you. His eyes made you weak in the knees, and it didn't took long for things to escalate.

"I actually wanted to see this movie for quite a while now." he said, not even paying attention to the tv. His eyes were on your back, looking at the shirt that you still had on. He wanted to take it off, to see everything he wouldn't usually see. All your hidden self, your soft skin that he wanted to touch and bite into.

"Wait." you cried when he started to curl his fingers a bit too hard against a spot that felt way too good than you'd like. Gripping the cushion underneath you, and wanting to sink your teeth into something.

But before you could do anything else, he took his hand away from you, leaving you all empty and whining mess. "Don't you want to feel good? I could give you something much better." with tears in your eyes, you looked at him. If he knew what you wanted why was he like this?

He took your shirt off, now sitting all naked on his lap. You looked at him freeing his cock from his pants. He was big, and you're afraid you might not be able to take him. But you're determinated, and you won't leave this room until you get a taste of that dick.

"Easy now." he said, one of his hands on your back as you tried to get him inside of you. "Don't force yourself." you're the one who should decide that.

He's doing this totally wrong. You want to hear encouragements, him praising you for doing so good for him. You want him, you want his hands all over you, to feel him in places no one touched until now. So how dare he hold back right now?

Look at him, his hands on the couch, right next to your bodies and not daring to get anywhere near you. His back resting against the couch, leaning into it so he could give you space, when you clearly didn't want that.

"Touch me." you didn't even realized you said that out loud until he started laughing.

You got the tip of his cock inside, letting out a small noise and looking at him. You were really trying your best, but this was too much. You didn't expect to be stretched out like that. "Told you to take it easy." you wanted to bite him. He wasn't being useful at all.

You kept getting more of his cock inside of you, sinking your hips into his until he got all the way in, touching that one spot deep inside you. You did it, you actually did it. Well, it hurts a little but it's nothing that you can't handle it.

Holding onto his shoulders, you moved slowly, taking a few seconds to yourself every time you raised your hips, taking a small break before you got him all the way in again. It wasn't much, but it was honest work, and you're happy with your progress.

What made you work even harder was his moans. The way he was still holding himself back and moaning quietly, making your inside clenched, squeezing him and making him let out a louder moan. You're going to bully him, you're this close on pushing him down and trying even harder than before.

Can't he see you're willing to work yourself over the top for him? He could request something out of pocket and you'd do it in a heartbeat.

You took one of his hands and placed it on your side, making him to finally look at you. He did got the hint, but he still didn't dared to help you in any way, fearing he might do something he'll regret later.

But he's willing to try at least. He placed his other hand on one of your boobs, playing with your nipple and kissing your neck, sucking on your skin and leaving red marks behind him.

He wanted to do a lot more, he really does, but he's so afraid of being too rough on you. If he hurts you in any way he won't be able to forgive himself. Even so, if you keep being this delicious he might actually forget about all his morals.

"Tell me what you want me to do." he said out of breath. "I'll do it."

"Touch me more." he let out a moan. "Like you mean it." but he meant everything that he did until now. What more do you want from him?

"Something else." his words were driving you crazy.

"Kiss me." say less. He smashed his lips against yours, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. It was like he was trying to eat you, dragging your body closer to his unconsciously and trying to deeper the kiss. Your chest pressed against his, and it made him realized that he still had his clothes on him.

"Wait a moment." he interrupted the kiss, parting ways with you for a moment to take off his shirt. He's not going to miss the chance to have your body right against his because of some clothes standing in the way.

He pressed his lips against yours again, a hand on your back and leaning in towards you, making you lose a bit of your balance. Now he was in control and he didn't even realized it. In fact, I don't think any of you realized that he started to move you on him. Faster moves, out of pace and no certain direction where it was going. Everything was way too sloppy now.

But his kisses got better. His tongue in your mouth and looking for yours as he kept guiding your body on his. "Fuck." he cursed, moaning your name in your mouth as he started to move his own hips forward.

"Toru." you tried to say something, to let him know about how close you were.

"I know baby, I know." it's alright, he was there. He wasn't going to leave you alone through this one. He feels the same way as you, and he was trying so hard to cum at the same time as you. I mean, if you do, doesn't that means you have a different type of connection? It's like you're meant for each other.

His delusions didn't helped him, seeing you cum made him desperate for his high too. Mostly to show you that you're not the only one who's struggling.

He was putting quite a show for you, wasn't he? From the expression he had to the way he was a moaning mess. It never failed to make your stomach turn upside down, clenching around him and making the grip on you tighter than before, not letting you go until he finally came.

You just stood there, enjoying the warmth your bodies gave to one another. His nose pressed against your neck, bathing in your scent, relaxing at the way you played with his hair. He could stay inside you forever, your pussy was feeling way too good for him to just pull out.

But then it hit him. He was being an idiot, he was showing you his weak side, that he too was like everyone else even if he always played high and mighty.

He couldn't do it like this. No matter how much he likes you, he can't show any signs of weakness.

So, he got you off him, dressing you back into your clothes and getting you to your room and making sure you're comfortable, before he too did the walk of shame back to his bedroom.

The next day he didn't want to get out of bed, too tired after what happened yesterday. But he was forced to wake up by someone knocking at his door.

And there you were, looking up at him with big doe eyes and making him feel like he wasn't that tired anymore. "Can we talk?" you asked in a sweet voice, making him gulp and grip the door way too hard.

"Sure." he couldn't even hear himself. "What happened?" he couldn't think of a single thing besides bending you over the closest thing in that room.

"About yesterday." don't even get him started. "Can we stay the same as before?"

"No." you must be insane for asking him that in the first place. "Absolutely not."

"Then? I don't want to get in a relationship." I mean, he did liked you, more than he likes to admit. But that didn't necessarily means he wanted to be in a relationship either. He wanted to parade you for the world to see you're his, but the thought of actually putting in effort turned him off. It might have been because of all the people that chased after him, that and his unsolved issues. He can't be with someone until he put his thoughts in place, and knowing him, it would take a long time before he could finally settle down.

"Does it matter what we are?" he might be right. "As long as we both want it, does it really matter if it's a relationship or not?" guess not.

"Then let's stay the same as before." he shook his head. "You're sure you want to keep doing this then? I don't want any unnecessary feelings." well said.

He dragged you in his room, not even closing the door as he pinned you to the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and your arms around his neck.

"We can keep doing this for as much as we want. Who is going to stop us?" he said before pressing his lips against yours.

How cute of you to come to him first thing in the morning. It's like you knew he was missing you. Well, since you're being so thoughtful of him, he might as well give you a reward.

But when he thought things couldn't get any better, someone just opened the front door. Getting inside and letting everyone know he's there. "I'm back." Suguru's voice could be heard from outside the room.

Gojo didn't want to let go of you just yet, still kissing you, pressing you against the wall harder while aiming for the door to close it, even lock it if he had enough patience.

"No." you said quietly, trying to not let out any weird sounds.

"It would be fast." the white haired man tried to convince you, but he was being welcomed with the same answer.

This was so annoying, his morning was ruined when it just started to get good. He couldn't let go of you just like that, so, he moved his lips to your neck, leaving a big hickey before biting your lip. Finally letting you go.

They're crazy, your roommates are insane. They're mad men, not a single normal thought going through their heads. But perhaps that's what you like about them, the fact that with them nothing goes as planned. A simple conversation can go in so many ways, a wrong move, word or just a look from you and everything does down the water.

But somehow, everything was peaceful for a few days. Or more like, your housemates tried to keep it low-key since neither of them knew about what happened when you were alone with the other.

So now it was just then trying to get your attention, but quietly, not wanting to attract attention.

That of course didn't lasted for long. It was tiring, this hide and seek that lent to nowhere. You knew it too, but you still didn't expect your life to be disturbed again so soon.

It was another day just like the other, well, perhaps not. But it was a day where you could relax since you were home alone.

You got out your room, sneaking into the living room and jumping on the couch, turning on the tv and playing a show you just discovered.

Everything was supposed to be normal, to go back to how it was when you moved in. They were supposed to give you space and ignore each other like before. But to your surprise, it didn't happen. The moment one of them got home, he went specifically to you.

"You're back?" you asked, looking at Suguru who looked like he got caught in the rain. All he did was to groan, leaving whatever he had in his arms on the floor in the middle of the room and throwing himself next to you. "Go change, you're gonna catch a cold." he didn't wanted to get up, the couch was feeling way too good.

"Is Satoru back?" he watched you shake your head before he finally got up, leaving the room and coming back later with some freshly washed clothes on him. "Lay down." he said, looking at you who didn't seemed to pay attention to him or what he's saying.

Perhaps the fact that you were focused on the show was a good thing, because you did as he said without a single complain. So he sat back next to you, this time laying down in your arms. "Eh? What are you doing?" you finally realized what's going on.

"I'm tired." he had his face buried in your neck, his back to the tv since he wasn't interested in watching anything at the moment.

"We can cuddle another time." this wasn't the space, especially since you never know with who you might wake up.

He didn't cared. If he keeps running from this then it would take him nowhere. So what if that guy sees him? It would change nothing. Plus he's showing how great your relationship with his was, no? And nothing feels better than the warmth your body gives and his friend being jealous.

His hands went under your shirt, wanting to feel more of your skin. It was so cold outside, and your temperature was leading him in. He loved it so much that he didn't even realized when he got his head under your shirt, his head against your chest as he was listening to your heart beat.

"Get out of there." you slapped his back softly, making him to bite one of your boobs in response. This was a rare occasion, like heck he'll let you alone. The marks he left are long gone too, so he had to leave some behind. I mean, what if you miss him while he's away?

He sink his teeth into your skin, making you gasp. He sucked and liked at every single empty spot he found. That way you'll still have a part of him no matter where he is.

"I'm home." a voice could be heard from the hallway and you feared you knew exactly who it was.

How could you have been so stupid, fucking with both of them and not letting a single soul know. Look in what situation you got yourself in now.

"Suguru, come on." your words went to deaf ears. You can't do anything more than cry since you have nowhere to hide.

"Who left the tv on?" Satoru's voice could be heard from the behind the couch. Guess that was it, you might as well look for a new place at this point.

But to your surprise, the white haired man didn't said a thing. He looked down at you, at the expression you had, the pout on your face and at how you were trying to hide your face behind your hands. It took him a moment to realize what was actually going on.

He was late, he was painfully late and now he couldn't do anything about it.

He must do something about it or the dark haired man will beat him. And he couldn't stand the fact that someone else was in front of him, he had to be number one.

Satoru moved your hands away, leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips. He too could play this game. So you better prepare yourself because neither of them will take it easy from now on.

Fuck your life. Your doomed, flabbergasted, absolutely bamboozled. From the moment you stepped a foot out your room both of them were trying to get you in a way or another. And now they were fighting for you attention.

"Come here." the white haired man said, looking at you who just got into the kitchen.

"Y/N." the other said your name, signaling you to go to him instead.

But you were smart, you knew you shouldn't start a storm. So you walked out of there and back into your room, ignoring the two guys that seemed to add fuel into the fire.

If you don't want to get out, then they'll come to you. And that night you woke up with both of them in your bed.

First it was Gojo who came around 11, getting under your blanket quickly and dragging you into his arms so you wouldn't run away. He wanted to cuddle too, and your bed seemed so welcoming. Your room in general looked much friendly than his. Was it the sweet scent that he kept getting hit with every time he opened your door? Or the fact that you were living in there? He can't really answer for sure but he just liked your bedroom more.

And then Geto made his presence when you were almost asleep. Getting into the unoccupied side of the bed and wrapping his hands around you.

The next morning wasn't anything better.

A pair of muscular arms on you, not allowing you to move an inch. All you could see was some white hair coming from under the blanket, and you knew exactly who it was since he had his face into your chest, hands under your shirt and dragging your lower body away from the one behind you.

What a way to start your day. But for a moment you allowed yourself to get distracted and enjoy their presence, how their bodies felt against yours.

With your nose into Gojo's hair, you took a deep breath. He smells nice, a bit familiar too but maybe it was because of how much time you spent with them lately. But then it hit you, he was using your products. You turned your face away, taking a stiff of Geto only for him to smell the exact same. You gasped at the realization.

"What?" the dark haired man said amused. He was clearly thinking of something else, since you could feel his cock pressed against your back.

"Are you using my shampoo?" well damn. It's too early to respond to that. He can't think of excuses this early in the morning.

"Mmm." Gojo wrapped his arms around you harder, rubbing his face against you and trying to ignore the voices he kept hearing.

"Who knows." Suguru couldn't give you an answer even if he wanted to.

"Satoru is using it too." you pointed out, making the man in your arms to look up at you still half asleep.

"What about me." the white haired man could only hear the part where you said his name.

"Is that why I have almost nothing left in the bottles?" why did you wanted to argue at this time of the day was a mystery. If you didn't want them to use it then you shouldn't had left them in the bathroom.

It wasn't the time to fight, especially when you were finally started to get along. I mean, look, all three of you enjoying the peace and quiet. Can you blame Suguru when he took the initiative and stopped a potential threat to this serenity? So what if he kissed you, a bit too sloppy for his style, but he's not really awaken at the moment, his mind is still a blur. An arm under your head, keeping your face pushed towards him while the other was slowly making it's way under your shirt.

Satoru only noticed the hand that was trying to get in his territory, and he slapped it away only for Suguru to try again. The white haired man got his head out the blanket, annoyed and wanting to tell his friend to stay in his place before he realized what happened.

So here he was, taking your pants off along side your panties and throwing them somewhere in the room. Now making his way in between your legs and throwing them over his shoulders.

You couldn't even say a thing, and even if you tried you were stopped by Suguru who seemed to finally waken up. His tongue in your mouth and kissing you in a way that made your head spinning.

"Look how wet you are." Satoru said, slapping your pussy softly and laughing at the way you looked even angrier than before. He placed a kiss on your inner thigh, moving his lips to your wet core and giving your clit a quick kiss before he started eating you out.

Honestly, what was wrong with them. I mean, you knew they weren't normal. But couldn't they at least try? Why go through this much trouble? You'll get mad at them either way after this.

Just because you're moaning doesn't mean you forgive them. However, it got to their heads. Which one? Who knows. It's not like they were thinking clearly before either. So what would make a difference now?

The fact that you were mad at them to begin with was more than a valid reason to touch you. I mean, how could they let you start your day like this? You shouldn't be in a bad mood. And they're trying to make it better, to show you how sorry they are. That if you ignore the grin on their faces.

"Don't look at him." Suguru whispered in your ear, lifting your shirt up so he could see your body better. He gets jealous if you don't give him attention.

"No, Y/N." Gojo took his mouth away from your pussy for a moment, licking his lips and pushing two of his fingers inside of you. "Don't I make you feel good?" you always get flustered whenever he looked at you.

"I would have done it myself if you didn't got in the way." Geto rolled his eyes, annoyed at the fact that you were looking at someone else.

"I can't hear you." the white haired man was enjoying this way too much. "Pussy tastes too good." he said, wrapping his lips around your clit, giving you all his attention once again.

"You like me more, you heard me." Suguru kissed you again, pressing his body against yours, wanting to snatch you away, all to himself. Maybe it was his fault that he didn't thought about this before hand.

But he can't really blame it when you look this cute. Just look at you, closing your eyes every time it got too good and leaving soft sounds out that didn't got too far since they were muffled by him. Of course he couldn't help but kiss you, that way you'd give something to him too.

And the way you grab at his shirt? Or how one of your hands went through Satoru's hair, tugging at it lightly as you looked like you were close. So close it took everything in both of them to restrain themselves.

But when you did came, it was like something switch inside of them. Look at Gojo who was getting up, getting his cock out his pants, and Geto who placed one of your hands over his crotch, later on trying to get it in his pants.

"So why are you using my shampoo?" you said, not letting them do another move.

"We can talk about this later." the white haired man really didn't wanted to talk about that, in fact, he couldn't think of anything else besides getting inside your pussy faster.

"No." you slapped their hands away, getting up the bed. "You always do this." you fixed your shirt, getting your pants back on. "I thought I was going insane, I even started to use less thinking that I might be the problem." you walked to the door. "If I let you off this time then you'll do it again." you went out the room, closing the door behind you and leaving your housemates there. But then it hit you, that was your room. So where were you going? You went back, opening the door and looking as angry as before. "This is my room, so get out."

"I can buy you more if you-" you didn't even let Satoru finish his sentence.

"It's not about that."

"You can use mine too, if that's the problem." why would you listen to the guy who buys the cheapest things he finds and call it a day? The only thing you liked about your roommates was their cologne, which had a cool fresh scent. And now that you think about it, they don't smell like they used to anymore. You sniffed your hand, only to get even angrier than before. They smell like you now.

"Get out." you won't let them slide this time.

From that moment on, they tried to make it up to you. Being extra extra sweet to you, not letting you lift a finger around the house or even think about doing something. If you knew they would be like this you would have gotten mad at them a long time ago.

The space they give you now is so refreshing, like you can finally breath. But what did you expect in a house full of madness.

Maybe it was your fault too, for letting your guard down and not checking that door twice.

You went into the bathroom when no one was home, wanting to take a long bath and enjoy the new products you just bought. You thought you locked the door, you swore you did. But somehow you ended up with an uninvited guest in there. You didn't even noticed the dark haired man until he got in the shower, scaring you when his hands made contact with your skin.

"Suguru? What are you doing here?" you tried to turn around but he kep you in place, getting his body closer to yours, his chest pressed against your back.

"You weren't in your room." you're rarely out the house, so it wasn't hard to find you.

"I thought you won't be back until later." he seemed to enjoy catching you off guard.

"Didn't feel like going out today." he extended a hand, trying to grab one of your freshly bought bottles only for you to slap it away. "Let me wash your hair." and give him a free pass on using your products again? Nope. But he seemed to know what you're thinking of, and it made him try again. "I'll behave." like heck he would.

Perhaps he could win your thrust again by doing something else. Convincing you to let him do it wasn't that hard at all. A few words whispered in your ear, even letting out a moan as he tried to 'explain' how much he craved for you lately. You'll let him have a taste of you, right?

And that's how he ended up with his head between your legs, eating you out like no one did before, letting out his frustration on you for all the things you did for the past few days.

Your sounds muffled by the running water, but even so, it made him try harder. Make you louder so he could hear you better.

He sucked, licked and then licked again on your clit, arms wrapped around you to keep you in place, dragging you back to him when you tried to get away. And all that work for what? Because he didn't even let you cum, letting go of you when you were so so close, turning you over, now facing the wall as he slowly got his cock inside of you.

"Hold still." he whispered in your ear, finally pushing his dick all the way in.

"It's slippery." you had nothing to hold onto, one wrong move and you're afraid you'll end up on the ground.

"Hold onto me." he finally started moving his hips, a slow movement at first. Enjoying the fact that he finally had you all to himself. One of his arms wrapped around you while the other was pressed against the wall, turning your face towards him so he could kiss you. It was nothing too wild, just the fact that you were alone was more than enough for the moment. But a few moments later, he felt this chill down his spine. Perhaps he left the door open, I mean, he did got into the bathroom without a single thought in his head, hurried to take his clothes off so he could join you. Even so, it made him fuck into you harder, holding you tighter in his arms and trying to forget about this unsettling feeling.

He in fact did left the door open, and you woke up with another uninvited guest in the bathroom.

"Make some space for me." the shower doors suddenly open, revealing Satoru who seemed happy with the on going event. "Don't be so greedy, Suguru." he laughed at the man who was glaring at him. "Give me some attention too, or I'll get sad." his hands were on you, turning you towards him while the dark haired man was still fucking you from behind. "Kiss me too, didn't you missed me?" he laughed as he kissed you. One of your hands was in Gojo's, wrapped around his aching cock and slowly jerking it.

You weren't left alone even for a moment. One fucking into you a bit too hard than you'd like in that moment, while the other seemed to want the same amount of attention. Both of them dragging you towards them, wanting to yank you away from the other.

Hands all over your body, and you didn't really know how to react. This was too much, even for them. This endless jealousy that took nowhere, especially when you didn't complained about it.

You didn't said a thing, did you? So you were alright with having both of them at the same time? Because if you keep being this submissive then they might get the wrong idea. But it was too later because they already figured something out, it was like it was telepathically. Just a quick look at and it was like they knew what the other was thinking.

Right, why fighting when they could work together? Give you something so good you won't be able to look at another man. Two was better than one after all.

With a quick movement, Suguru got out of you, a quick slap on your ass as he turned you around, to face him. Your back pressed against Satoru's chest as the dark haired man lowered his head to kiss you.

Gojo's lips were on your shoulder, a hand going down your body to your pussy and rubbing your clit.

You were sandwiched between them, you couldn't do a single move while they seemed to enjoy playing with you. Touching and groping you all over the place, kisses and marks left behind their hot touch as they keep exploring your body. They kept turning you around and placing you in a new position every time you were about to cum, edging you for what seemed like an eternity.

After torturing you for so long, someone finally opened the shower's doors, dragging you out of it and into the cold bathroom.

But somehow, they acted like nothing happened, softly wiping your body and getting you dry, wrapping a towel around you and then guiding you to another place inside the house.

And you ended up laying down on the couch all naked once again, with Gojo between your legs, positioning himself at your entrance while Suguru was right next to your head. You never really thought about it before, but you have absolutely no idea if you could take both of them, at the same time too. The idea was a bit scary, and yet it was happening at the moment.

You gulped, looking at the dark haired man, trying to tell him to take it easy. But he didn't wanted to do that.

Just from the way you look at him he haves the impression that you wanted him, like, really bad. And he could never say no to a pretty girl, especially you. I mean, if you wanted him, how could he say no?

"Look at me too." the white haired man didn't looked happy at the way you and his friend looked at each other.

"Don't you dare." Geto grabbed your face, pushing your cheeks together and making you look at him.

"But Y/N." Satoru said, slowly pushing his cock inside of you. "Don't you wanna see how you're taking me in?" he whined, making your eyebrows furrowed.

"She's busy with me. Can't you see?" the dark haired man got his dick right into your face without a warning, pushing the head past your lips and into your hot mouth, letting out a groan as he got moved his hips deeper.

"Don't I make you feel better?" Gojo said as he kept fucking into you, his thimb on your clit, rubbing it in an irregular motion. His words made Suguru to run a hand through your hair, grabbing it as he tried to move faster into your mouth, not wanting any of your moans out. Just the sounds you make as he kept fucking into your throat were more than enough, plus, he doesn't think he'll be able to keep it together if you do let out a moan, especially for that guy. "He's so mean, isn't he, baby?" the white haired man's words keep getting on Geto's nervers. Can you believe this fucker? Trying to talk to you when he's known for being silent in moments like this.

But perhaps Suguru had to step up his game too. What if this buffoon succeed on fooling you? So he let go of your hair, trying to change his strategy. "Let's change positions." he said as he got his dick out your mouth.

"Don't want to." the white haired man said, wrapping his hands around your thighs and dragging you closer to him.

"What do you say, baby?" Gojo gasped, he can't believe this guy is really trying to pull the same moves as him. "Don't you want to make me feel good too, hm?" there were too many eyes on you, and you couldn't be more embarrassed in the current situation.

"Alright." you didn't dared not to agree with them, because in the end you'll end up the one being fucked in there, and who knows what kind of plot they might be planning.

You ended up being flipped over, your ass in the air, and with your face right into Suguru's crotch.

You're being filled to the max, one in your mouth while the other fucks you from behind. There's no room left, and even if it was, you don't think you could take more than this.

"Come on, Y/N." the dark haired man moaned your name, a hand resting on your head as he was waiting for your reaction. The way you look at him was too cute, always trying harder to suck him off every time he lets out a moan or a prise. Aren't you being adorable?

"Baby." Satoru also let out a moan, a hand placed over your back, caressing your skin and making you clench around him. "I'm gonna cum. Cum with me?" he was usually not like this, but for you he decided to he a whining mess.

"Look at me." this was going nowhere again. But you were also desperate, so you can't really blame anybody. Plus, you kinda wanted them to fill you. No, you did wanted them to come all over you, fill you up so good that you'll still feel them even when they're not inside.

You were just as greedy as them. Trying to hold their hands as you came, and refusing to let go even after your high.

Sigh, well, this was about to be a long day.

Tagging:

@moonlight-pearls

[argentisbeloved]

Waiting For A Better Tomorrow

pairings: vampire!viktor x vampire hunter!gn reader

cws: mild violence, mentions of suicide, light swearing, death mentions, blood drinking

tags: vampire x vampire hunter au, some comfort towards the end, season 2 viktor just without the altered body

notes: beta read by @adorabluesposts !! also do not ask me about my fascination because I will Not Answer. I will most likely write a part 2 for this (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

word count: 3336

A storm was quickly approaching, as the sky grew darker for night. You should’ve been at home, huddled by the fire with a warm blanket wrapped around you for warmth. Instead, you were navigating through a forest in ankle-deep snow that was only increasing continuously as you trudged to your destination. Your only protection from the harsh weather being a large brown coat that felt way too heavy.

Despite the horrible conditions, you were actually grateful for them. After all, this was all for your plan that preferably required a snow storm, and one was steadfast approaching.

While you continued your journey, a large building begins to come into view through the abundance of trees. As you got closer, the large building appeared to be a small, abandoned castle that was way too far from the closest town.

Perfect. This was your destination.

You rehearsed your false story of how you ended up here over and over again in your mind while trying to walk quicker (despite the snow). Pushing down any anxieties that made you want to completely forget about your carefully constructed plan and run away back home instead. Because now it was simply too late for you to do any of that. You had to go through with it.

Standing in front of two large wooden doors, you took a deep breath to ease your nerves, before pushing one of the heavy doors open and entering the building.

Majority of the people that lived in the closest towns actually didn’t know this place existed. And the few people that did know stayed as far away from it as possible. You, on the other hand, knew way too much about this building and the individual that occupied it for it to be healthy. A harmful obsession of some sorts, but you’d argue that it’s for a good reason.

For an abandoned building, it had bright lighting that made you wince for a second upon entering, before regaining your composure. Despite the good lighting, it was actually quite cold inside even with the harsh weather of mid-winter. You take in the interior, a large staircase occupied most of the room, with a few doors branching into other rooms on the sides that led down two relatively dark hallways past the grand staircase. It was a pretty nice interior. A real shame that after tonight nobody was going to be there to maintain it.

The sound of echoing footsteps that were accompanied by a repeating thud brought you back to your situation. You looked straight ahead at the top of the staircase, waiting for what was about to come.

A figure shrouded in an indigo blanket emerged from the side, standing at the top of the grand staircase with a cane in hand. Even though you couldn’t see the figure’s face properly, you were almost certain you knew what they looked like.

The man that resided in this abandoned castle—a vampire that has a dedicated following of both lower vampires and humans who were desperate to either study him or kill him.

In your case, you were the latter.

“A visitor?” his voice booms, echoing throughout the room. Hearing him speak made your heart skip a beat, likely from the unfamiliarity of how you’d been expecting him to sound like. An accent that was unfamiliar to you, but almost fitting now that you thought about it.

“What brings you here?” he questioned, gripping the railing whilst slowly descending a few steps down the staircase.

“I…” you trailed off, your anxiety suddenly coming back now that you were about to execute your plan. There was no doubt that he could hear your heartbeat pounding in your chest.

You cleared your throat before speaking again. “I’m lost,” you answered. Your nails dug into the palm of your hand to try and ease yourself, not hard enough to break skin and cause bleeding, as that would be the worst thing to do right in a hungry vampires’ territory.

“You’re lost?” he repeated, sounding almost suspicious of you. Though you could have been overthinking it, given how nervous you felt.

You nodded your head. “A snow storm is approaching. So I came here to seek refuge for tonight.” you feigned a guilty expression, trying to act like you felt bad for intruding.

He remained quiet for a moment, considering your words. It almost felt like an eternity had passed by the time he decided to speak again.

“Very well then.” he turned to start walking back up the stairs. “You must be freezing. Come with me and I’ll light a fire for you,” he added, expecting you to follow him as he started walking off, to which you quickly complied.

You honestly couldn’t believe that he somehow didn’t doubt you already. Though you knew he wasn’t an idiot, so he was most definitely going to interrogate you more about you and your situation.

He led you through a dark hallway. Judging by the mild foul smell infiltrating your nose, none of the decor had likely been cleaned in decades. There were probably hundreds of different spider families residing and thriving in this environment, maybe even some extinct ones too.

You almost crashed into him when he suddenly stopped, before grabbing the handle to a door besides you both and opening it. Like a gentleman, he lets you enter the room first before going in himself.

Immediately you noticed a change within the temperature in this room. A fire has already been lit despite his words earlier, illuminating the room in a soft, orange glow. Large bookshelves filled a majority of the room, with some books scattered around on the floor. This was likely the library of the castle.

He stared at you, waiting for you to sit down next to the fire to warm up. You hesitantly went to sit down in one of the big red armchairs, watching him as he tossed more firewood into the fireplace. Once he was done with that he went to sit down in the identical armchair across from yours.

“My name is Viktor.” he stared at you, his golden eyes piercing and intimidating enough to send shivers down your spine.

“I-I’m (Y/N),” you squeaked out. He could definitely sense how nervous you were.

He straightened up in his seat, his gaze never wavering off of you.

“So, (Y/N). What exactly were you doing in the forest?” he asked, as if you were a criminal he was investigating.

“Oh, you know, winterberries!” you replied, forcing a smile.

“Winterberries?”

“Yes! I wanted to make some desserts that utilise winterberries, so I came looking for some!”

Another suspicious look crossed his face. “Winterberries don’t grow here.” He narrowed his eyes at you, clearly not believing your story.

“Oh…really?” you asked, your voice uncertain. You had made a big mistake, and he definitely didn’t trust you now. At least you were being genuine about not knowing something that apparently seemed like common knowledge to him.

“I was told that they did grow here though…” you lied. Nobody told you anything, you had just assumed that winterberries would grow in a place like this.

Viktor sighed, leaning back in chair and watching the snow fall outside through the window.

“You picked the worst day to get lost in a forest,” he said, turning his head back to you. “Especially with that snow storm you mentioned earlier.”

You awkwardly chuckled at his observation, figuring that since he likely assumed you’re a reckless traveller, you may as well play into it as best as you can.

He sighed again, before standing up from his chair and grabbing his cane.

“You may as well stay the night.” He slowly starts to walk away. “Come. I’ll take you to your room.”

You eagerly stand up from your seat and follow him back into the hallway. Eventually you both came to a stop as he opened another door into a guest room. It was a relatively average sized room with a large, white canopy bed taking up more than half the space. Dark dressers lined up the wall opposite the bed, leaving enough space to walk around in the middle.

“Is it to your liking? Do not hesitate to let me know if there’s anything you need,” Viktor said, leaning against the doorframe.

You turned around to face him, another fake smile plastered onto your face. “It’s perfect, thank you.”

He visibly relaxes at your words, a small smile appearing on his face. “Alright, sleep well then.”

“Goodnight.”

Viktor gets off the doorframe, grabbing the knob to close the door behind him as he leaves. You waited until you couldn’t hear his cane thudding against the floor before relaxing, but not completely.

You took your coat and boots off, placing them beside the bed. You made sure to grab your weapon out from one of the pockets of your coat before setting it down. A wooden stake, designed specifically for killing vampires.

You were going to kill Viktor tonight. To seek revenge, even if it wasn’t him who had wronged you all those years ago.

Untucking the white bedsheets, you slipped under them and laid down on the surprisingly comfortable mattress, slipping your weapon under the pillow. You settled in, wedging your dominant hand underneath your pillow for easy access. Now, all you had to do was play the waiting game.

Despite how cozy the bed was, you refused to even get a wink of sleep. Every creak of the castle or odd sound the wind outside makes sent your heart racing for a moment. Even though your body screamed at you to change positions every once in a while, you refused and remained the same.

It almost felt like an eternity had passed by the time you heard a sound that’s similar to his cane thumping onto the floor as he walked. It puts you on edge, making you take deep breaths to calm down enough so that he wouldn’t immediately notice that you weren’t asleep yet. This time, you really knew it was him with how continuous the thumping was.

And before you knew it, he was standing outside your door.

You heard it slowly squeak open, squeezing your eyes shut in response. He’s trying to keep quiet as he slowly crept to your bedside, his cane barely creating any noise as he carefully moved around.

He stopped when he’s standing right beside you, close to where you’re resting your head. Your grip on the wooden stake tightens when you felt his presence leaning in closer to your face.

You didn’t feel his breath on you at all, until he finally opened his mouth to get ready to bite you. You were about to strike before he could lay a single tooth on your skin, but his voice made you freeze.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

His words made your heart drop and your eyes shoot open. But before he could do anything to you, you pulled your stake out from under the pillow and swung backwards, striking his shoulder.

He yelled in pain, staggering backwards with a hand clasping his injured shoulder, his cane falling to the floor from where it was resting. You threw the thin bed sheets off of your body, standing up with the now-bloodied stake in your trembling hands.

While he’s caught off-guard and in pain, you took the opportunity to charge at him and strike again, adrenaline rushing through your veins. However, he’s a lot more alert than you assumed. Viktor dodged your attack by throwing himself against the wall, the harsh contact with his injury makes him bite back a yelp, as his eyes settled on your figure. Just from his gaze, you could tell that he’s furious with you, and that he won’t hold back.

Before you could even consider attacking him again, he charged at you powerfully. You only narrowly dodged him, but your good-luck streak ends there as your ankle gave way from the sudden and awkward movement you dodged with.

Your knees hit the wooden flooring, and you tried to scramble back up quickly enough. But you were too late.

Viktor’s hand grabbed your hair from the scalp, throwing you onto the floor in front of him, causing you to drop your weapon beside you.

The force of him tossing you onto the floor and the way you landed caused you to become winded. You gasped and coughed for a moment, desperately trying to recollect yourself and catch your breath.

Before you even realise that you had accidentally let go of your weapon, Viktor picked it up, examining it briefly before tossing it to the other side of the room. He then leaned down, pinning both of your wrists down and kneeling on your stomach with his bad leg. His now-red eyes were even more intense compared to just a few hours earlier.

The knee pushing down on your stomach constricted your breathing more, as you gasped and sputtered helplessly. If he didn’t kill you anytime soon, you’d probably end up eventually suffocating to death.

“Th-This—“ you cough “—isn’t fair…”

A confused look crossed his face. Even through his anger, you can tell he wants to know more.

He lessened the pressure on your stomach by lifting his knee. You took the opportunity to curse him out in what’s about to be your dying moments.

“Fuck you…” you spat, gritting your teeth in anger. “Your kind can kill my family, but I can’t kill you?”

Viktor’s confusion turned back into anger at your words, his grip on your wrists tightening painfully.

“My kind?” he spat back at you, distaste clear in his eyes. “You’re blaming me for things others have done?”

You felt a rage inside of you quickly building up, one that had probably been buried deep down for years and years and only now revealing itself.

“Shut up!” you attempted to shout at him, but your voice falters. “I know everything about you, about how they practically worship you!”

Viktor opened his mouth to speak, but you quickly cut him off.

“If your people can kill my parents, then why can’t I kill you?!”

You’re beyond furious, anger probably rivaling his own at this point. The pain in your wrist felt like nothing, so did the tears that fell down your face and landed on the floor. It felt like scorching hot lava is what’s coursing through your veins instead of blood to keep you alive.

He’s silent for a moment, considering your words. He didn’t even look as angry at you anymore.

“What do you get out of this? You’ll be no better than the ones who killed your family,” he asked, bluntly.

“Revenge,” you answered. “Then, I can die happily.”

Viktor looked shocked at your answer, guilty too,

“You’ll kill yourself?”

You nodded your head. The look on his face didn’t go away, making you feel angrier.

You didn’t need his pity.

He sighed, fully taking his knee off your stomach. But he didn’t let your wrists go, as if he was worried you’ll try something.

It took him a while to come up with a response, conflicted looks crossing over his pale face.

Eventually, after much consideration, he took his hands off you too and struggled to get up for a moment before using the bed for support. He grabbed his cane and walked over to where he’d tossed your weapon earlier. Though he didn’t give it back to you.

You sat up, watching his every move. Viktor turned back to look at you.

“You’re still young,” he said, mindlessly fiddling with the stake in his hand, as if it wasn’t a deadly weapon that was now partially stained with his blood.

“Living your whole life out of revenge isn’t worth it.” He slowly walked over to you. His gaze has softened, his eyes returning to the golden colour they were before.

“At some point, you have to move on.”

You wanted to protest at his words, give him your reasons for why you choose to live like this, but he shuts you down immediately by continuing his speech.

“I know it’s not easy,” he said, as if he were reading your mind. “I’ve lived for centuries. I know what you’re feeling.”

You grit your teeth again. “You and I are nothing alike.”

Viktor shook his head. “You and I are more alike than you realise,” he stated simply. “I’ve felt what you’re feeling for many years. The grief, anger, self-hatred.”

“You forget that I am immortal. I’ve lost many people over the years, and I can never just end my suffering.”

Somehow, you felt a pang of guilt. Perhaps you two were really more alike than you realised.

He reached a hand out in front of you. “Your life is finite, you shouldn’t have to live it like this.”

His monologue hits you hard. You gave up at him for a moment, processing everything he just said. It made your heart hurt. Why would he go out of his way to say all that to you, even though you just tried to kill him? It made you want to cry again.

After much thinking, you took his hand and let him help you up from your position on the floor. However, him pulling on your hand caused you to wince as pain shoots up from your wrist.

Viktor noticed it immediately, before you could even consider hiding it from him. A guilty expression crossed his face, knowing that he was the reason for the pain.

He ushered you to sit down on the bed, which you complied without a complaint. He thought for a moment, before remembering that your weapon was still on his person.

Viktor grabbed the wooden stake, holding it in one hand with the other laid palm-up in front of him. He used the stake to cut a line into his palm, biting his bottom lip to prevent any cries of pain from escaping his mouth.

He held his now-injured hand out to you. “Drink my blood,” he orders, as if it were the most normal thing to be drinking. You stared at his hand, a bewildered look on your face.

“My blood will heal your injuries,” he quickly clarifies, to ease your mind.

Somehow, that’s familiar to you. You must’ve read it in a book about vampires somewhere down the years of obsessive research. But you’re too mentally exhausted to dwell on it any further.

Despite how the idea of drinking someone else’s blood disgusted you, you took his cut hand in hours and brought it to your lips, suckling the blood oozing from it at an odd angle. You’re unsure when to stop sucking, feeling more awkward as the minutes pass by.

Eventually, Viktor tugs his hand gently out of your weak grasp. “That should be enough,” he said, examining the cut on his hand. “You should be healed by the time you awake.”

You wipe any excess blood off your face, looking down at your feet to avoid his gaze.

You didn’t know what to say to him. Do you thank him? Apologise for trying to kill him? Do both? You felt conflicted about expressing anything to him.

“…If you want, we can talk once you wake up,” he suggested, likely noticing your discomfort.

You considered his offer, before deciding to nod as a response to him. Though you couldn’t see it, a small smile appeared on his face.

“Alright, rest up then.”

You heard Viktor walk away, closing the door behind him as he leaves your room. It took you a minute before you got up from where you’re sitting, moving to tuck yourself back into the bed, this time without your weapon.

You stared up at the ceiling, quickly drifting off to sleep from how much this took a toll on your body.

You didn’t know what the future holds for you now.

But somehow, it felt like you were going to be okay.

[chukys-mouthguard]

Passenger Princess - part 1

meet the habs | part 2 - coming soon

1.6k words

featuring - arber xhekaj x female reader; featuring numerous canadiens players

genre - organized crime family au!

summary - arber and the habs are preparing for the biggest deal they’ve taken on. Burning the midst of their preparations, arber encounters his achilles heel brings everything into perspective

“Arber, can you zip me up please babe?”

You called out from the bathroom as you put the finishing touches on your outfit, Arber happy to oblige and assist you. He smiled as he saw you in the mirror, looking you up and down over and over. As if you still took his breath away even after all this time.

“You-“

He paused as he trailed kisses from your shoulder across your back, ending at the opposite side.

“look fucking beautiful baby.”

His palms slowly slid down your arms, the one on your left side stopping as it fell over your scar that was raised from the skin.

“Don’t worry, I have a shawl, just haven’t put it on yet.”

A soft smile fell over your lips, knowing Arber hated to see the scar on your arm as it reminded him of the day you’d met and how he’d been the one to hurt you. Still wishing he could take that day back. Though if he did, you might have never crossed his path.

It was a normal trade for Arber and The Habs, things were going according to plan. Until Cole was accused of wearing a wire and the men wanted to call things off. Guns were drawn, shots were fired, and had you known going for a run that morning would lead you to catching a stray bullet; you would’ve stayed home for sure.

Surely the men would’ve never thought that an innocent bystander would be in the area of the abandoned warehouse. But this area was one of your favorite routes to take for your morning runs. And as you jogged down the normal path past the open door of the larger factory building, you hadn’t heard the sounds of gunfire over the music filling your headphones. The pain was immediate as the bullet hit your arm, the shock interrupting your stride as you screamed in pain and fell to the ground. The last thing you remember was Arber appearing by your side before you passed out from the adrenaline and shock.

“No, it’s okay baby. No shawl tonight, I’m sorry that I’ve made you hide your scar for so long. I just, I hate seeing how I hurt you. I can never forgive myself for that day.”

As he zipped your dress, you turned to face him as you smoothed down the collar of his suit jacket. Stealing a kiss as you smiled at him.

“Yes, but imagine if that day didn’t happen, we might not be standing here together today.”

Arber always appreciated your optimism, never once holding the accident against him. Always telling him that it was fate or meant to bring the two of you together. Whether or not he believed you, he chose to agree despite how much he hated himself every day for ever putting you in harm's way. Whether or not he knew that risk was ever possible.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Arber.”

The drive to the restaurant was quiet, Arber deep in thought as he kept a hand resting on your thigh. You don’t always get to accompany him to dinners with potential dealers, but for the more important ones he opted to have you by his side. Sometimes the persuasion of an attractive girl helped to seal the deal, other times he just needed you to keep him calm.

Tonight’s dinner had the potential to solidify one of the biggest trades in Arber’s career. Juraj had found a connection overseas that was looking to bring a handful of luxury cars into Montreal. Arber was still new to the automotive trade, so Juraj’s connections were very important.

“Reservation for Slafkovsky.”

Arber took your hand as he led the way, following behind the hostess as she guided you to a private room in the back of the restaurant. Juraj and the rest of The Habs already seated and enjoying drinks while the men that were set to meet the group had yet to arrive. You took your place next to Arber, a hand resting on his thigh as he and Juraj began to discuss the game plan. You found it best to not get too invested into the conversation, preferring to know as little as possible, especially in the cases of the more dangerous dealers The Habs would be working with.

“Ahh gentleman!”

Juraj greeted the two men as they were escorted in by the hostess, each of The Habs taking a turn to introduce themselves. The two men each took your hand and bid you hello before they found their seats. Both of them continued to sneak glances as Juraj ordered a round of shots for the table.

The dinner was going as you would have expected. Lots of talk of the cars they’d be looking to import, the conditions of the trade, the boring side of things in your eyes.

“And what about this gorgeous young lady? Can we make her part of the deal?”

The men laughed, though Arber hardly even smirked. He hated when men looked at you or made suggestive comments. His hand gripped a little tighter at your thigh as you saw his jaw clench, trying to hold his composure as The Habs attempted to laugh off the comment.

“No sir, unfortunately she is not included.”

Juraj chimed in to try and lighten the mood, though it was clear that Arber was unhappy with the men and they could see it all over his face.

You tried to calm him down, whispering in his ear to get him to relax. Knowing that the last thing he needed was for these men to find a way to get under his skin. But little did you know it was far too late, and they’d seen everything they needed to see.

The night wrapped up with things in somewhat of a better mood. Arber calmed down enough to shake the hands of the men before they headed on their way, though he was ready to lose his mind on Juraj for bringing around anyone that would make comments about you like they had.

The drive back to the house was quiet, the rev of the engine all you heard as Arber kept a hand tight to your thigh. His thumb tracing circles over your skin as you gently ran your nails along his skin.

Once inside, he asked you to head upstairs and run a bath, as he and the guys needed to debrief from the dinner. You obliged, knowing it was best to not get in the middle of business, though it was written all over Arber’s face he was ready to unload on Juraj.

You’d opted for a shower versus a bath, tired from dinner and just wanting to climb into bed for the night. The shouting from the guys downstairs still occurring even after your lengthy rinse. You weren’t trying to eavesdrop but it was hard with the way Arber’s voice carried throughout the house. He mentioned something about Juraj not doing enough research on these men beforehand and the possibility of them being shady businessmen. Though you knew it had nothing to do with them being shady, but rather everything to do with the facts they made comments about you. It wasn’t the first time and certainly wouldn’t be the last, but you wondered why Arber would invite you if he didn’t want men to even look at you let alone make comments or jokes.

Soon enough you heard the arguing cease and the sounds of the men’s cars starting up outside, letting you know the men were heading out and Arber would be up to join you.

“Hey baby.”

He let out a sigh as he stood behind you while you finished up your skincare, his hands holding tight to your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. Watching you through the mirror with a smile.

“You were a bit harsh don’t you think?”

Shooting him a playful glare, you watched as he hung his head embarrassed. Never wanting you to hear the way he yelled or got angry with the guys.

“Babe, you heard those guys tonight. You know I don’t like comments being made about you, I’m sorry I want to keep you safe.”

“From some comments? Baby, they were complimenting the fact that you have a hot girl on your arm. I didn’t take it personally, plus if you don’t want men making comments maybe you should’ve left me at home.”

You moved from Arber’s grip, discarding the throw pillows as you prepped the bed for you both to climb in.

“All I’m saying is, you didn’t need to be so harsh on Juraj. From what I heard at that dinner, this could be an amazing opportunity for you guys that could make you a shit ton of money. He worked really hard to make this deal possible for you guys. Who the fuck cares they made a comment about me? Just ignore it for the sake of making one of the highest paying deals in your life, okay?”

Arber climbed into bed next to you, stealing a kiss before pulling you into his chest.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I just, I care about you so much. And hearing these random men make jokes or comments, it’s aggravating. Because I never want you being put in a bad position where anything could happen to you. And you’re right, I could maybe not be so harsh on the guys. I just want this to go off without a hitch. No one to get hurt, and we bring home the money.”

“Nothing is going to happen, you have an amazing group of guys and you are prepared for anything. Don’t worry about them, or me, okay?”

[tuesdaykiss]

“touching toes”

rafe cameron social media au

“he’s over more and more, had to give him a whole drawer. to be honest, kinda like seeing his trainers by the door.” — olivia dean, ‘touching toes’.

synopsis: after finishing her fashion studies at college in nyc, y/n moves to outerbanks to live with her grandparents. she worries about the loneliness that comes with being in a new place, knowing only her cousin topper and other relatives… that is until she is acquainted with a certain cameron.

part — 19 | 20 | 21

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“it’s not that complicated, though is it?” sarah pushed on, “i mean, you like him, don’t you?”

your head snapped to look at her, completely taken aback: was it that obvious? her face filled with curiosity and a glint of mischief as she ushered you to answer.

“i… i think so,” your voice barely above a whisper as you finally admitted it aloud. saying it made it feel more real causing heat to rise in your cheeks.

“oh my god,” her tone equally filled with shock and delight, “you like him!”

realisation hit you, your best friend was smart… too smart. she didn’t actually know if you liked her brother, but in stating her assumption as fact she had managed to encourage a confession from you.

“don’t make it a big deal!” you said quickly, as she clamped her mouth shut with her palm, a grin poking through, “it already feels complicated enough.”

sarah laughed, sitting up, “how is it complicated? i mean you’re into him… rafe’s into you. seems pretty straightforward to me.”

“rafe’s into me?” you echoed. of course, he’d confessed it to you earlier, but you were a strong believer in actions speak louder than words. hearing it aloud, from someone else, ignited butterflies in your stomach.

“he doesn’t just post anyone’s arse,” sarah burst out laughing as you took a pillow from behind you, swatting her with it, “okay, okay! i’m joking, i just mean he seems different around you, i’ve noticed it.”

you bit your lip, nodding slightly, “it’s just new, and messy, and we’re still figuring it out…”

there was a silent pause between you both, allowing your thoughts to simmer, “i’m sorry… for lying about it. when you asked me earlier, i said there was nothing going on—”

“hey, you don’t owe me anything,” she smiled, holding your cheek, “it’s a weird situation, i get it. if it makes you happy, i’ll support you… even if it is with my brother.”

her words helped relieve the weight building in your chest, “thank you.”

“just promise me,” sarah started, her tone more serious suddenly, “you tell me if he screws this up. immediately.” a chuckle erupted from you, smiling as she continued, “i’m serious, y/n. if he hurts you, i will absolutely kick his ass.”

“deal,” the pair of you shook hands, cementing the ‘deal’, an immense feeling of gratitude settled between you.

“good,” she returned to lying back on the bed, pulling the blanket over herself. “now, go to sleep. i need my best friend looking fresh and fabulous at my show, tomorrow.”

“love you, sarah,” you mumbled, as you settled back in the covers and turned on your side.

“love you too.”

what a success: you’d told your best friend about your antics with her brother, and she didn’t threaten to saw your head off… you highly doubted you’d have the same outcome when it came to your cousin, but that was a problem for another day.

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the next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the curtains of the hotel room, casting a warm glow in the scattered clothes and open suitcases from the whirlwind of sarah’s preparation. you were sitting on the edge of the bed, sipping coffee, while sarah hummed to herself, pacing back and forth as she readied herself for the fashion show.

a knock at the door pulled both of you from your respective tasks, sarah glanced at you, raising an eyebrow, “room service?”

you shook your head. “i didn’t order anything.”

“can you get it?” she shrugged, returning to what she had been doing.

you set your coffee down and crossed the room, opening the door to reveal rafe. he was dressed casually, his hair tousled like he’d just rolled out of bed. he gave you a crooked grin as his eyes swept over you.

“morning,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “miss me?”

you smiled, but before you could respond, sarah’s voice cut through the room, “who is it?”

you hesitated for a moment, stepping aside to let rafe in. he walked in casually, but the moment sarah saw him, her eyes narrowed.

“of course,” she muttered under her breath, crossing her arms as she glared at him. “you couldn’t even wait until after the show, could you?”

you watched as rafe glanced between you and sarah, clearly confused by her sudden hostility.

you sighed, stepping closer to him. “she knows,” you said softly, you voice low enough that sarah wouldn’t overhear as she continued getting ready.

his eyes widened slightly, “knows? about us?”

“yeah,” you admitted, biting your lip, “i told her last night. she kind of figured it out after… well, after the post.”

rafe groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “great,” he muttered, “and how mad is she?”

“not that mad,” sarah cut in, clearly eavesdropping on the conversation. she stepped closer, her arms remained crossed but her expression was softer now. “just annoyed that you couldn’t keep it under wraps for, like, five minutes. you do realise your ‘fan girls’ are already sniffing around about this, right?”

rafe shrugged, leaning against the wall of the hotel room. “it’s not like i planned it, sarah. i just posted a silly picture. i didn’t think it’d turn into this big thing.”

“of course you didn’t,” sarah said, rolling her eyes, “but you’re not exactly known for thinking things through, are you?”

“hey!” he protested, but his tone was light. he glanced at you, as you watched the siblings bicker in front of you, his lips twitching into a smirk, “well, at least she didn’t threaten to kill me.”

sarah sighed dramatically. “don’t tempt me,” but her lips quirked into a small smile, her irritation fading, “look, i don’t care what’s going on between you two as long as you don’t mess it up. and rafe? if you hurt her, i swear to god —“

“i know,” he interrupted, holding his hands up in surrender, “you’ve got a whole speech ready, i’m sure.”

“damn right i do,” sarah muttered, before turning back to her mirror, effectively ending the conversation.

rafe took the opportunity to step closer to you, you back pressed up against his chest as his large bicep covered the front of your torso, pulling you close. “so… she’s cool with it?” he questioned, in between the kisses he was placing down your neck.

you nodded, feeling the warmth of his touch, as you turned to look at him.

small smiles painted the faces of you both, as rafe leaned in. your heart skipped a beat, and you felt all your anxieties about the situation melt away.

“go and get ready,” you started, attempting to pull out of his grasp — it was no use — as you giggled, “and i’ll see you at the show, yeah? save you a seat.”

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a/n: got this written with an hour to spare, we’re almost done with the LA segment so we can go back to obx 😜

thinking this will be about 30 chapters total?

i already have ideas of what i want to write next - i’ll be more planned out next time, this one was just a test… i’m going with the flow

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[thorns-and-rosewings]

I promised to write some more, well here it is...

Characters for Asylum AU...

I'm going to write this similar to how I originally wrote out points for Reaper King AU and the Home Sweet Bar AU. So while not in fanfic form, I might write out some one shots for it if people enjoy it. Unlike Reaper King, which has its own fic now.

So here's gonna be the first round of the characters for this, then there's going to be story plot points in future posts. (Will warn you all now, this got quite LONG, hence why it took me a few days to finish and upload ^^;)

Hope y'all enjoy! ^_^

Setting: Silver Horizons Hospital and Asylum - In this universe this place is considered the best of the best. One of the finest hospitals and mental institutions that has ever been founded. The place is huge, consisting of a normal hospital that actually goes by the name of 'Silver Hospital' as the founders last name was Silver. The Asylum is actually called 'Horizons Asylum.' The two originally separate buildings are now connected in a fairly recent merger. With the Asylum now being considered a new wing of the hospital, but was important enough that the name was kept for publicity sake. The facility treats both humans and animatronics, which are a fairly common part of the general population at this point.

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Nurse Ruin - In this AU, after stealing several pieces of equipment from Dark Sun; rather than end up in the shows Puppet and Eclipse dimension, Ruin found a new home in this universe. He started out employed as a nurse. But his multitasking skills, fast pace, good attitude and overall abilities made him rapidly rise through the ranks until he became one of the head nurses. Ruins the boss of select areas of his own choosing. His areas are the Asylum, the hospitals general floor and the children's wing.

It would seem that Nexus's tormenting of Ruin has made something inside of him snap (Well, snapped more anyway.) He takes his overseeing the children's wing of the hospital extremely seriously. As in nobody better upset the kids there...

...or else...

That warning is NOT overblown. As during a little show being put on by Jackie the Jack-in-the-box for the sick children of the wing, a Doctor by the name of Burke started making a scene and demanded Jackie leave as he found them disgusting and he was upsetting everyone, Jackie included...

...Ruin literally threw him out of the third story window...

He was fine, and he was unable to prove Ruin threw him out of the window. The story being that he fell out of the window while he was talking to Ruin. As all of the children who saw and Jackie backed Ruin up on his story... And Burke seethed at nobody believing him.

Ruins control over the asylum... Well... He chooses to oversee that specifically so he can keep a close eye on Nexus.

And he's only too happy to repay Nexus for some of the hell he put him through... Granted Ruin never PHYSICALLY hurts him, beyond making his straightjacket too tight. But he knows exactly how to push his buttons emotionally and mentally. Also pointing out how his family has given up on him and now just left him here to rot. He doesn't actually mean that, but he's deliberately being an asshole to him...

As for why he manages the general floor of the main hospital, well... That lets him help and be closer to Doctor Eclipse...

Who he is now in a serious relationship with...

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Doctor Eclipse - This universes Eclipse, he started off in a similar manner to every other Eclipse, namely being a massive asshole to his Sun and Moon, creating a Bloodmoon, Solar Flare and Lunar to assist him, that goes sideways etc... The difference is that at some point, this universes Moon traps and tries to delete him, but only ended up deleting a portion of the motor control for his left leg, leaving him with a permanent limp and his needing to use a cane permanently. He was saved by his Lunar who finally managed to negotiate peace in his family. And they all essentially went their own ways. With Eclipse and Solar Flare becoming doctors.

Doctor Eclipse has a very grumpy personality. He is blunt and calls people who are his patients out on stupid shit that gets them to have to come to the hospital in the first place. He does not have a good bedside manner... He's a very good doctor... But he's the equivalent of an Eclipse being merged with Gregory House.

His level of assholeness is legendary.

That being said, his people skills aside, he genuinely DOES care about people and that shines through with certain individuals. Particularly with Lunar, who he is still close with and views as a brother... But also young kids if they end up brought to him as patients. He also is very close with one young nurse he met while she was new to working at this hospital and eventually he even became the godfather to her son Jake, whom he regularly babysits.

Then Ruin came to work at the hospital...

At first Ruin was kinda annoying and definitely got on his nerves. As he was jokingly flirting with him and being very playful overall... But as time went by, they became friends. As Ruin could actually make him laugh. Honestly Doctor Eclipse just enjoyed watching how good Ruin was with all the children and various patients under his care. Eclipse is a jerk, but he appreciates people who aren't. That was the start of the spark between them. Which has since grown into a surprisingly healthy relationship.

...and resulted in them lovemaking in several of the hospitals closets on their breaks...

That aside, the duo are actually pretty good for each other. As Ruin can act as a buffer between Eclipse and patients, let alone their families. It also helps that Ruin gets along very well with Lunar, Solar Flare and even Bloodmoon. With the latter even surprising him.

He even gets along with Eclipse's pet 'Anteater'...

It's not actually an anteater. Frankly nobody is exactly sure exactly WHAT it is. It came out of Eclipse's portal before he scrapped it. As he no longer had any desires to visit other dimensions. It looks like an anteater, but it's the size of a silverback gorilla.

It actually is pretty tame... Everyone thinks... It wanders around the hospital, low-key dealing with a slight termite and ant problem the place has. But it also tends to make its way into other wings of the hospital, seemingly disregarding space and physics as some people will swear they saw it walk down one hall in one moment, only to appear in another wing on the other side of the building a second later.

The children love it, it's a big critter that they can pet and it tickles them with its tongue. It's surprisingly gentle. But it's allowed to wander around the hospital for another reason...

Near as Eclipse can tell, it eats disease...

Not completely, but through Eclipse's observation, it is drawn to some patients with various illnesses. It visits and gets a few pets and it licks them. But almost always afterwards the patient will get good news in regards to whatever their health issues are and after a visit from the critter nearly all patients will enter remission.

Needless to say, Ruin tries to get the creature to visit most of the children in dire need. Eclipse guesses that it's some sort of mutant Baku. As he has observed it seemingly eating bad dreams from patients as well.

Some hospitals have cats, this one has a 500lb dimensionally displaced anteater...

Also, curiously it seems to avoid the asylum wing and cannot be made to go into it...

The final thing to be said about Doctor Eclipse is that when Sun and Moon brought Nexus in, they actually spoke with him and discussed everything with before they checked him into the asylum. And he became aware of Nexus's interdimensional nature. They left very specific contact information with Doc Eclipse in case of emergency.

At first Eclipse attempted to be Nexus's doctor himself. But it became very obvious he was far too hostile and angry towards him just for the fact he was an Eclipse model for him to ever actually help him, thus he became the patient of Dr. Burke...

And all the hell that is gonna unintentionally lead too...

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Doctor Solar Flare - He began life much like Canon Solar Flare. But was treated a hell of a lot better. And once things were at least somewhat rectified, he joined Eclipse in becoming a doctor.

What he DID NOT expect was to become the cities Number 1 Bachelor and heartthrob...

He doesn't get it... He really doesn't understand how it happened. But somehow he's here. Solar Flare is the cities most eligible bachelor and he now has more suitors than he can count. It's... A little overwhelming for him honestly.

But putting that aside, he is a very good doctor who prides himself on helping his patients. He works in the same complex as Eclipse and the reputation and skills of these two brothers is half of the reason for the facilities nearly flawless reputation.

His professional prowess aside, when not doing his job, he likes nothing more than going to his favorite cafe and reading a good book with some tea and mochi. He loves mystery novels and lives in a very comfortable house with an expansive garden that he has cultivated himself. And while he's put off by the VAST number of individuals who are often throwing themselves at him, he actually wouldn't mind meeting someone to have a relationship with... He just thinks it's unlikely due to the insanity the #1 Bachelor status has brought him.

But the one thing that truly gives him trouble however, is whenever his 'family' gets together. Typically organized by Lunar... As Lunar is always trying to get the two factions of his family to come together and bury the hatchet and get along. Unfortunately this usually ends in disaster, with Eclipse and Moon nearly coming to blows. Solar Flare being grateful for Ruin now being a part of things...

As holding Eclipse and Moon apart is NOT an easy thing to do... Especially when Eclipse is really good at sneak attacking with his cane. Which has multiple weapons built into it...

The factions of their family are Sun and Moon on one side with all of the found/extended family there and the other side being Eclipse, Solar Flare and Bloodmoon and their found/extended families as well. Lunar is the only one two fit into both sides easily and while their Sun and Moon aren't hostile towards Solar Flare, it's just... Uncomfortable... For him.

He knows that Lunar only means well, but he has his severe doubts that this family is ever going to be able to get along in any capacity beyond staying far away from each other.

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Security Guard Bloodmoon - Again, he started out as the standard Bloodmoon. Being a two-for-one murderer with an unquenchable bloodlust. Much of that took place, the difference was that eventually at some point, the blood twins ended up under the care of this universes Foxy.

But this Foxy, who resembles more of a hippie, who wears a beaded vest and has a bit of a beard, was put in charge of Bloodmoon. Probably by Eclipse or Solar Flare, who managed to wrangle the twins and asked Foxy for his help with watching them temporarily...

This Foxy did the impossible...

He 'tamed' them...

Or at least made them tamer. This Bloodmoon has a very good relationship with Foxy. Openly referring to him as their father. They have stopped killing indiscriminately and now suffice on blood from blood banks or slaughterhouses. A lot of this was achieved because this Foxy is actually a retired therapist and always specialized in working with difficult cases.

...well, that's what Foxy and the others believe anyway...

The reality is that they never did stop killing. They just toned it down and became far sneakier at it. Truth is that they love the old fox, but their nature is that of a killer and they can't just... stop... Even if they wanted too.

However, while they became stealthier at their killing because of Foxy, the REAL change in their behavior came upon meeting Maddie Jenkins, who is the Coroner at the hospital...

They met while both hiding bodies...

Maddie isn't just the Coroner, she's a local serial killer as well. Only unlike Bloodmoon, she's extremely choosy about her targets. She only kills murderers, rapists, peds, abusers, etc. She openly describes herself as a 'Monster that preys on other monsters.' Which leads her to have a very impressive body count all on her own.

When these two met, it was something instantaneous... Like a lit match meeting gasoline. They just clicked. It didn't take Maddie much to bring Bloodmoon onto her side, getting his help with slaughtering their victims and disposing of the bodies. These two quickly become absolute besties.

Bloodmoon hears through Maddie about the opening for a security guard job at the hospital, which he applies for and uses Solar Flare and Eclipse as his references. Which leads them to be called in for statements on the Bloodtwins character.

Eclipse: Look I'm gonna be real with you here, that is probably the most dangerous bot on the planet with a body count in the thousands. He's turned over a new leaf, true, but do you want to be the one to tell him that he didn't get the job?

Hospital Director: D:

...Bloodmoon was told to start the next week...

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Maddie Jenkins the Coroner - The coroner who works in the hospitals basement. She's a very skilled and professional. But has the side hobby of being a serial killer and romantic partner to Bloodmoon.

Sadly she has been through a lot in her life, being the middle child in a family of five. She was always the one who was mistreated or neglected. Often pointing out that if it was not for her elder sister, Harper, she would have been completely alone throughout the entirety of her early years. Her families golden child was her eldest brother, but Harper as the second daughter was also showered with love. Maddie as the middle child was ignored and with the birth of her fraternal twin younger siblings she might as well have been invisible to her family.

They don't even take her seriously in regards to her job and regularly put her down, in spite of her success. Needless to say she cut her family off a while ago, with the exception of Harper, who also cut contact with their toxic family. Although they do try to get in contact every now and again, but only to try and convince Maddie to get Harper to leave her 'Tinker Toy' of a husband...

As Harper is married to Killcode...

(Authors Note: Yes this is an alt. Version of Harper from the Reaper King AU.)

Maddie completely ignores them and still regularly interacts with her sister and brother in law. With this universe's KC being a cop, although he has no inkling of Maddie's murderous hobby.

Meanwhile outside of killing people, Maddie and Bloody are usually free to do their own thing. Generally just enjoying each other's company and doing things that they enjoy, like horror movies and hunting. The only thing that really regularly annoys Maddie now is occasionally her ex, Dr. Burke, getting angry at seeing her so happy while dating a frickin robot.

Maddie just points out that Bloody makes her happy, Burke makes her want to barf...

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Dr. Roderick Burke - The biggest asshole in the hospital. This guy is virtually all of the worst characteristics of doctors all rolled into one extremely detestable human being. Burke is a good doctor, very intelligent... But he has a massive ego and an overdeveloped sense of entitlement.

Oh and this man HATES animatronics...

Absolutely hates them. All starting from a pivotal moment at 8 years old at a birthday party... Rather than it being the traditional FNAF route, the animatronic in question was Jackie the Jack-in-the-box, and they scared this boy so much he was mentally scarred for the rest of his life. But it was an honest mistake and Jackie felt horrible for scaring the poor boy...

But Burke didn't just develop a disliking, he developed a flat out hate. To give an example, there are people who are afraid of spiders... and if a young child has a pet tarantula, a normal individual will back away, not get close, etc.

Roderick Burke is the kinda guy to rip that spider away from the child and crush it, proclaiming that everyone should hate spiders and that he did the child a favor. While every sane individual looks on in horror...

An example of this occurred when that same animatronic from all those years ago, Jackie, came to perform for the sick children and Burke tried to ruin the show not caring he was making kids cry...

Until Ruin literally threw him out the window...

That stunt didn't earn him any favors from his colleagues. But he doesn't actually care, he is very self absorbed into his own self importance. But couple that with his hatred of bots makes him DESPISE the animatronic doctors he works with.

He hates Solar Flare most of all...

To him, Solar Flare is just the worst of the worst. The least 'alive' bot he's ever met and yet Flare has everything Burke believes is rightfully his. The status, the success and the cities Number 1 Bachelor spot. Oh... His hatred of Solar Flare is almost a physical thing. Yet Solar Flare has been nothing but nice to him. And Flare is admittedly oblivious to Burke's hate towards him. Eclipse can see it and just tells his brother to avoid Burke.

But the biggest enemy Burke has is actually himself. As he has authored papers and proposed studies on what he views as a revolutionary way to treat psychiatric patients, a treatment regimen that could potentially correct even the most damaged of minds... He calls it, 'Reverse Psychosis Induction Therapy'

The basic premise of it is that if various traumas, anxiety and fear inducing stimulants are sufficient enough to drive a sane person mad, then theoretically they can be used to drive a mad person sane... His proudly professing this theory has left a bad taste in the mouths of his peers, who rightly look at this and see it for what it is... Cruelty towards the mentally ill and suffering. Burke views this as nothing but another blow to his pride and he's vowed to prove everyone wrong... By performing a study using his treatment plan on multiple troublesome patients of the asylum.

And Nexus's name is on the top of his list...

[troublerats]

Tell me more about hotdog

hhHOh boy, okay, I'm just gonna start this off with a brief recap.

TL;DR: "Hotdog" Aka. Damara Lalonde, or "Mara" for short, is the adoptive daughter of Roxy Lalonde.

She is the same Damara raised by Doc Scratch who would later become The Handmaid, but was spared this fate when Roxy plucked her directly off the meteor using her void powers.

But I take it you're explicitly not here for a tldr so-

LONG AS FUCK EXPLANATION BELOW

Due to the bizarreness of her situation, a lot of the surviving cast post-game had some part in her upbringing. But most prominently were her mom's (Roxy and June), and Dirk, who served as an uncle of sorts. The latter being where she gets all the Stridisms in her design.

Personality wise: She's still extremely crude like Beforus Damara, but it's from a more direct ironic place meant to catch one off guard or to be absurdly overdramatic, rather than attempting to scare people away. A lot more snarky and confident, but not jaded or mean unless given reason to be.

Her interests include: Godzilla and similarly campy kaiju franchises. Practical effects in general, but mostly anything big dumb and explosive. Any Shonen slop Dirk showed her. Parkour and any reckless dangerous physical activity that would nearly give her friends a heart attack seeing her attempt. And starting sudden random indie projects in a medium she never returns to once she's finished.

Mara lives life fast and doesn't take time to dwell, especially as she's well aware of her own lifespan in comparison to her peers and her family. After highschool, she didn't want to bother with anything academic or to pursue some grand project to leave behind in her wake. Aside from flings, she doesn't really want to pursue a committed relationship either, as the last thing she wants is someone else fussing over her being careful, or bemoaning her short life in the last years she has of it.

It's her's, and her's alone. And she intends to live it to the fullest.

As for the concepts behind her character and creation-

In the shortest terms, Mara is a direct foil to the faults in Rose and Dave's upbringing. As well as an optimistic look to who Alpha Roxy and Dirk could have become despite who they were in the Beta Universe.

Both getting a chance to take supportive parental role's in Mara's life, Roxy more directly in being her mother, and Dirk more indirectly as someone Roxy could depend on to look out for her daughter, and who saw himself in another "out of place" kid.

Mara never had to wear the scarf of her dead mom, or mourn the fact they never truly got to know eachother due to her addiction. She had a loving mother who she knew for a fact supported her interests, and didn't keep things from her.

And instead of a shadowy violent figure that made her feel like she was never good enough, and without Cal's influence, she had someone to teach her to protect herself and who felt more like a trusted friend than another parent.

The parallels continue when brought back to her original upbringing under Scratch, a fate she narrowly avoided in this timeline due to Roxy pulling her off the meteor.

The idea for the whole AU actually initially came from the fact that Damara and Rose have a lot of direct parallels:

-Both use Needle-kind.

-While Rose would threaten suicide, Damara has a parental figure that actually would push her to suicide.

-John makes a comment about Rose seeming more "witch-like" in comparison to Jade, being a Seer and Witch respectively. However Damara actually is a Witch of Time when looking at her role in Beforus.

It makes it almost seem like Scratch will directly fit anyone he manipulates into a specific mold, but that's beside the point.

There are also parallels in Hal/AR being a piece that makes up Scratch/English, despite his initial role being one of sacrifice. But instead of knowing a sliver of Dirk that got ultimately corrupted and morphed into something cruel and unrecognizable, she got to know Dirk in full who never mutated into some kind of sick beast.

Lastly, though this is more of a side note:

Initially, I actually planned Mara to be raised by Scratch for a brief period, but taken before she could serve English. I.E. Instead of spawning green boxes, Roxy pulling a girl out of a green box.

I'm still mulling it over, but me and my wife most of the time lean towards her never having to suffer under Scratch bc Roxy with her stupid hotdog baby is nice fluff. But the narrative of a kid narrowly avoiding a grizzly fate and having severe repressed trauma she can't remember despite her currently good life, is a story element I still gravitate to as someone with DiD, who also headcanons Dirk as having DiD.

So it's sort of up in the air at times whether or not, Troll named Hotdog. Ever actually was. Hotdog shaped.

At least under Roxy's care.

[dreamsgazer]

MISFIRED

Tangerine fucks up, Lemon is disappointed, Reader gets hurt. Warnings: rude language, mention of self-consciousness. The reader is implied to be plus-sized, but I kept her as generic as possible. Angsty, but with a fluffy happy ending.

MASTERLIST

Based on my Scout AU (Reader is a Scout, part of a group that usually gathers intel for their assigned assassins professionals).

The hotel room buzzed with low energy, the kind that settles after a long day. Tangerine sat at the small table in the corner of the room, methodically cleaning his pistol, while Lemon flipped through a battered comic on the couch. Where he found it was a mystery, but he seemed enthralled by it, so it was all good.

All of you desperately needed something quiet and pleasant after the headaches this mission was giving you all. You in particular. As a Scout, having no leads or paths weighed heavy on your shoulders. You are lucky that you and the Twins have a work history because if they had to recommend you based on this particular mission, you would be royally fucked.

Sighing, you shut down your laptop, knowing that a reply from one of your sources wouldn't magically appear just because you were staring at the screen without blinking. The guy needed time, and you needed a little break.

Speaking of nice things, Lemon had his comic, Tangerine was maniacally cleaning his gun - a clear sign of "don't fuck with me at the moment, I'm in my safe space" - and you decided to treat yourself to something tasty. Before crashing at this poor excuse of a hotel, Lemon - god bless him - had insisted on buying some supplies, and surely something savoury or sweet slipped into the plastic bag.

You hovered near the kitchenette, quietly rummaging through the bag of snacks you correctly found, movements slow and deliberate. A muffled, delighted sound escaped your lips, finding a pack of vinegar crisps. "Better share those," Lemon called out, shooting you a grin. Tangerine smirked, barely looking up. "Or maybe skip it, eh? Could stand to cut back a bit." The words struck like a hammer. The bag crinkled in your hands as you froze, your back stiffening.

Your forced laugh sounded too tight and too painful. "Guess I'm not that hungry anyway," you murmured, setting the bag aside and blinking quickly, breathing heavily. Without looking at either of the Twins, you made a hasty exit, muttering something about needing some paper you left in your bedroom. The door clicked shut, leaving the room thick with tension.

"Real nice, mate," Lemon said, his voice low and sharp. He lowered his comic and sent his brother a scolding glare. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Still surprised by your reaction and frozen in the middle of his movement, Tangerine frowned, his grip tightening on the cloth in his hand. "What the heck? It was a joke." "Did it sound like she laughed?" Lemon shot back. "Nah, right? Then maybe it wasn't funny." "She knows I didn't mean it like that," Tangerine argued, but there was a hint of doubt creeping into his voice. "The fuck, you two are always fucking around." "Because we know the limits!" his brother sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Tangerine blinked, the weight of Lemon's words sinking in. His mind replayed the moment, and something sharp twisted in his chest. "You're a right bloody idiot," his brother said, voice laced with disappointment. Tangerine frowned, leaning back in his chair. "It was a joke," he repeated mechanically. "It wasn't funny." "She knows I didn't mean it like that," Tangerine shot back more forcefully, though his voice wavered, betraying his doubt. Lemon shook his head, standing. "She doesn't think it's a joke, mate. She thinks you think she's ugly, yeah? That you're embarrassed by her." He paused by the bathroom door, his voice dropping. "And you're too thick to see what's right before you."

You joined them again eventually, talking about a new lead your contact found. Still, your smile didn't reach your eyes, and every word between you and Tangerine felt clipped and careful, like you were navigating a minefield. The next few days passed in a haze of awkward silences and cautious avoidance.

Tangerine was not the most perceptive guy when it came to human interactions. According to Lemon, he was actually the worst. It was good that he was at least an excellent fighter. However, even Tangerine couldn't miss how you no longer reached for snacks when you thought he might see you, how your plate barely had a dent during meals, how awfully quiet around him you were, mostly keeping the conversation work-related. You didn't tell him about a funny thing you saw on TV or the new book you wanted to read. It was all strictly professional, all work-related. Meals together were strained—your portions smaller, your snacks nonexistent.

Each observation landed like a gut punch, and guilt clawed at him in ways he couldn't shake. Lemon’s earlier words gnawed at him like a splinter. He fucked up, and he didn't know what to say or to do. Fuck that shit, Tangerine thought more than once, trying to tell himself it was not a big deal and you'd eventually get over it. He would never admit it to anyone, but the worst part, aside from realizing he had been a true asshole, was that he fucking missed your chats and the easy familiarity you two previously shared. He wasn't one for apologies, but by the third day, he couldn't take it anymore.

That evening, as you sat curled on the couch pretending to read a folder one of your people sent you with details about the target and Lemon was in his bedroom snoring soundly, Tangerine pulled up a chair and dropped into it heavily. You glanced up, startled, but your expression quickly shifted to wary neutrality. "Something wrong?" "Yeah," he said bluntly, running a hand through his hair. "This." "This?" "This," he repeated, gesturing between you. "You, avoiding me. Not eating. Acting like I think you're… like I've got a problem with you." The slight pause didn't last because you didn't move or say anything, and he couldn't bear the silence. "Is this about the shitty joke I made the other day?" he asked, his voice sharper than he intended. "Because if it is, you need to tell me." "It's fine," you muttered tiredly. "I'm over it." "Don't," he snapped more at himself than you, leaning forward. "Don't tell me it's fine when it bloody isn't." Your heart clenched at his words, but you stayed silent, letting him stumble through his thoughts. He murmured something with an angry voice, dragging a hand down his face. "Look, I know I said something stupid. And maybe I've said other stupid things before—I don't bloody know. But I didn't mean it like that. Not the way you've taken it."

Tangerine avoided saying the rest aloud: he wasn't just some random bloke barking an offhand remark—he was someone you trusted, and he'd chipped away at that, albeit by accident. You were part of the team, and he had kicked a trustworthy ally in the face. He would shoot at the small voice, saying he didn't usually have wet dreams about his allies. "I know you didn't mean it; really, it's fine." You interrupted him quickly, desperately wanting to avoid the conversation. Funny, you were usually the one affectionately forcing him to open up a bit. "It's not fine," Tangerine snapped, his frustration bubbling. "Because I can see how much it hurt you. I'm not blind." You flinched at his words, but when you glanced at him, your eyes were kind. Kinder than he deserved. "I didn't think you'd even notice," you said quietly, your voice trembling. "I just…" You hesitated, your voice trembling. "I thought maybe… maybe you think I'm ugly because I'm not the kind of beautiful woman you'd usually…" "Stop," he said, his voice low and almost desperate. "Don't say that. Don't bloody think that. Ever."

When you finally looked up at him, uncertainty came off you in waves. The tentative, almost fragile smile you gave him was so full of gratitude it made his chest ache. You were thanking him—for what? For not thinking you were ugly? For doing the bare minimum trying to apologize for having been an asshole? There wasn't much that could make him feel guilty, but damn if the way you were looking at him didn't do the trick.

He was not a good man; it was laughable notion to think that someone who killed for money would have a regular moral compass. Yet, he prided himself not to be an asshole with innocent people. He could kill in cold blood and fucking go to a club to dance after. He would not even consider not assessing the situation or not answering in kind if provoked, but he was not cruel, in his opinion. He didn't attack without a cause. He doubted you had the same feeling after what he said.

"Fucking hell," he muttered, his voice rough. Bracing his elbows on his knees, Tangerine looked you straight. No excuses this time. "I'm an idiot, alright? I make stupid jokes because I don't know how else to… I don't know. But you—" He stopped, his jaw clenching. "You don't deserve that. Not from me, not from anyone." The air in the room was thick with unspoken words.

The way you smiled so gratefully, like his apology was some rare and unexpected thing you'd learned not to expect, twisted the guilt more profoundly into his chest. He realized then that you hadn't been simply hurt—you were used to being hurt—by men like him, by careless words, cruel laughs, and thoughtless dismissals. Tangerine felt sick. "Don't smile at me like that," he said, his hands curling into fists. "Like I'm some hero for apologizing."

Your brows furrowed, but you nodded, straightening your pose.

"Okay," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Okay," he echoed, his lips pressing into a thin line as he stood abruptly, nodding. "Good. That's good. Now, let's grab some dinner, alright? On me."

"Thank you," you said quietly, the sincerity in your voice cutting through him like a blade.

He swallowed hard, his jaw tightening. "You don't have to thank me," he muttered. "Not for apologizing for being a bloody idiot."

Your lips quirked into a true smile "I was thanking you for the pizza you are going to buy me."

He smirked "You're bossy, you know that?"

"Yeah, well," you replied with a sincere laugh. "Somebody's got to keep you on your toes."

For now, it was enough. But as he looked at you trotting to wake up Lemon and ask him what pizza he'd like, he made a silent promise to himself: he'd do better. He had to.

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Hello my darlings, thanks for reading it! As always, comments, reposts, likes are hugely appreciated!

[midnight--sadness]

Looking at photos of Lee Jung-jae and Lee Byung-hun when they were younger daaaaaamn these two were not only fine back then they're STILL fine today... And made me think more Ginho thoughts of course, I'm thinking AU meet-cute at a university between a broke but hardworking part-time waiter Gi-hun and a guy born with a silver spoon in his mouth but still pursuing higher education In-ho. Sounds like something straight out of a BL webtoon but come on it's a total slayyyyy

being very honest, due to my particular brand of mental illness, there are very few actors whom i find more attractive in their 20s, as opposed to when they are in their 40s or 50s, so i totally get u saying that they are fine as hell now

also this is making me giggle bc i just cant imagine gihun in university lol i feel like he would take night classes while holding down a full time job during the day while inho is, as you say, in a more tradicional degree like law or something (he still dreams of being a police officer but his father thinks being a cop isnt a real career).

they would meet in a coffee shop where gihun works, or maybe in a chicken shop one of which gihun owned in canon, and they have a lil meet-cute - i cant think of something cutesy right now 😭

maybe there could be other characers - gihun babysits junho to get more money, sangwoo is in the same class as inho and junhee is either junho's friend or a part time worker in the coffee shop with gihun (she needs money because she is pregnant and has an idiot ex-boyfriend)

[marcygoo]

hey does anyone have a post someone made of like. an md furry au (?) where cyn was a shapeshifter and like. instead of wearing tessa she shifted to look like her and instead of robot parts she had like . random animalistic parts from like slowly forgetting what tessa looked like . ive been thinking about it a lot but i havent been able to find it cus it was a little while back & i dont think i ever reblogged it

[trashisstillhere]

This motherfucker took so damn long to draw everything for along with writing its whole story (or at least the one that does get told in the Nomicon) that it’s already so dark where I live rn but it’s finally done!

Meet the Kitsune!

One of my Rc9gn ocs who isn’t just another ninja! Yeeee!

This fox has its own little lore and stuff with the Tengu, also First Ninja too kinda! It will also appear in the new ninja AU as an antagonist cuz yes.

Now, let’s just go straight for the info’s and stuff already! (I didn’t reread all of this after writing it all down so if there’s any mistakes, don’t be surprised.)

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Story (the way it’s mostly told in the Nomicon):

centuries ago, back when the Tengu was still free, there was a powerful nine-tailed fox spirit it knew of, the Kitsune. The fox spirit and the demon bird, while being total opposites, were quite close. The Tengu and the Kitsune’s powerful abilities balanced well together, almost making them a perfect pair. They were like the yin and yang, both different yet strongly connected to one another in more ways then one…

Until one day, it all suddenly took a turn.

(Yes, I even made a few kinda lazy drawings just for this)

Before anyone knew it, the two were against one another, at each other’s throats. They argued and fought every time they crossed paths, bringing nothing but destruction around them in the process. No other yokai out there understood why this started happening but someone had to stop it.. and that someone was the Ninja! (First Ninja)

The big fights between the two yokais only finally stopped once the ninja trapped the Tengu in the eye of eternities with its feathers taken and used for power during their own battle, leaving the Kitsune to be all alone. The ninja thought the Kitsune would stop and leave now that its rival was taken but the fox spirit, instead of being upset like expected, only seemed to become more spiteful and cruel later on. It would sometimes follow him to pull tricks and pranks on him nonstop, even make fun of him for the loss of his family.

Tons of bad rumours and little fights suddenly started happening in the village one day, all the people constantly going arguing and fighting for no reasons which even led to some being stanked by the sorcerer. The Ninja found out the culprit behind this sudden chaos, The Kitsune itself. Knowing this couldn’t go on any longer, the Ninja finally went to defeat the fox spirit once and for all.

Just like what he did to the Tengu, he trapped the Kitsune in its own new prison but instead of being stuck in a stone and have some part of it taken for power, its form was trapped in a statue made of stone. Its statue was hidden in a temple that would soon be abandoned many years later in the present, the only way to free the fox spirit from its stone prison is with a unormal gem stone as a key and put it in the hole on its forehead… but the gemstone is also hidden somewhere, and it still has not being found today…however, maybe you can also free it by breaking the statue completely with enough brutal force.

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Info:

-The Kitsune goes by it/itself but it also uses feminine pronouns as well.

-in case the story might not have made it quite clear, Kitsune and Tengu are long time rivals. They used to be friends, in fact they might’ve been more than that…maybe.. (friends to (kinda) lovers to enemies!?-) but now, they hate each other. ALOT. Even in the present time they do, arguing like they’re a divorced couple.

-The Kitsune was first good but then started being bad later on, yet it wouldn’t really chose to work with any villain if it was asked to. It isn’t really on anyone’s side, neither good or evil right now, making it more of an anti hero.

-The Kitsune most of the time have its eyes closed but it can open them, usually whenever it is surprised, excited or just doing its shit eating grin.

-it can talk normally but it can also talk telepathically, its voice sounds mostly feminine. It also can understand the Tengu perfectly, even if it doesn’t speak like the Kitsune does.

-it can, of course, shapeshift to disguise itself. It does often turn into beautiful women but can also turn into men as well, tho that one is a little bit rare.

-the one who chopped off one of its tails was First Ninja himself, it was done during their battle before he trapped it in the stone statue. It didn’t affect its powers that much but it really did piss the fox spirit off.

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And that’s about it for now! Hope you all like this trickster!

[bekaterrier]

Happy Audio Drama Sunday! I've started working my way through my holiday backlog, so some of these episodes are from a couple of weeks ago.

@storiesfromylelmore Episode 209 - Detention: After their wild escapade last episode, the trio are in detention (worth it), and they're as hilarious as ever. I wanted to shout out the sound scaping, the rain on the windows was very soothing; noticeable but not distracting from the episode. Also I want to know what the lunch ladies were gossiping about, Ms. Yesrith and who??? I have the feeling that Keryth wasn't really supposed to be able to summon the School Blessing. Also I'm adding Blessings to my internal database of the lore of Ylelmore! 🏫

SFY Patreon Minisode - Knight AU: Y'all it is so cute to hear the kids in this AU. You definitely need to join the Patreon to hear the whole thing, it is worth it! ⚔️

Case Study: IREC-A59 - Update: No new episode, but I did get the chance to chat with the writer over the holidays! The plan for the show is 4 seasons, which have already been broadly mapped out. S1 will be 20 episodes, and work on the writing for season 2 is already underway! I can't wait for more of the world building to be revealed, as it sounds like there's a lot of thought that went into it. Also I really hope they eventually release a bloopers reel for S1 because the stories I heard sound ridiculous. 🚀

@starfallpod Act 1 Scene xviii: Oh Fel...oh Leona... </3 I'm very glad that they had their talk and are back to being besties (them not getting along was just not right), but man were those some tough things they had to share. Can we not just bundle them up with a bunch of food and keep them safe somewhere? Nothing more bad will happen to them right?? 🎭

@vestaclinicpod S2 Teaser Trailer: I. Am. So. Excited!!! S2 coming in early 2025, with cases run by the whole Vesta Clinic team!! ⚕️

@monkeymanproductions's Waiting For October S1 Episode 3 - Small Town: By the end of this episode, I just wanted to bundle Karo up in a big hug. It's clear she went through a lot as a child, and while we learned some, there's still a lot she's not saying. As someone from a small town, I can totally understand how coming back is both comforting and bringing up old wounds. It's made especially tough when a minstrel won't stop following you around singing about your life without the complete picture (not that I've had that particular event happen to me...) 🪕

@midnightburgr Welcome to the Horizon Part 9 - The Mountain: Drunk June is the best. Drunk June being proven right is even better! I'm with her, I also snorted when Deidre said the full "Deidre Peppercorns" out loud, and yes, that Verge moment was hot. I am falling in love with each of these Hood's Pocket weirdos more each episode, Edgy Steve and Flat Doug included. Also, "I mean, look at you. Of course you fell from the sky." SO smooth Deidre!! Now what up with this comet?! ☄️

[clonerightsagenda]

Ok there is. a lot that could be said about Vi and Jinx but I'll hone in on a couple of things for the sake of this post:

We're back at it with character duos representing dueling worldviews, and Vi and Jinx are both struggling with the past. Vi wants things to go back to how they used to be. I have to keep reminding myself of this because of the show's breakneck pace, but she's been in prison for what, 6 years? And then seasons 1-2 take place over a few months. Vi stepped out of a timewarp into a nightmare. Her last clear memories of the world outside her cell were an entirely different situation; it makes sense that she's struggling to let that go. And it also makes sense that she latches onto the first real positive interaction she gets after all that (Caitlyn) and is so willing to take her back the second Caitlyn reverts to their past dynamic. Vi cannot move the fuck on. More on this later.

Jinx, on the other hand, wants to make the past go away. She changes her name, her look, her life, but of course she can't make a clean break of it. She keeps dolls of her dead siblings. She's literally haunted by figures from her past. I am not psychotic and have not done a lot of reading on psychosis, so I can't speak authoritatively on how Jinx's mental illness is portrayed (I suspect not well), but there's a noticeable shift between seasons. Part of this could be that Jinx's symptoms are intensified by stress and parts of season 2 Jinx (and AU Powder) are in a better headspace, but it also reeks of 'this character is more of a protagonist so we're going to get rid of some of the unsightlier symptoms'. Suicidal depression is prettier and more poetic, right?

So we have two sisters with two different ways of handling the past (trying to kill it versus trying to resurrect it), and while I found the whole Vander/Warwick plotline annoying, I recognize its symbolism as the undead weight of their history. What's interesting to me, though, is that despite Vi getting the more traditionally 'good' ending, Jinx is the one who escapes this mindset. Vi doesn't get through to her, but Ekko - whose powers allow him to turn back time, but only 4 seconds, a more limited engagement with the past that acknowledges you can't live in it - does. She changes her look again in a way that references multiple important people from different phases in her life. She also appears to be wearing a hoodie made out of an Ikea shark maybe. And although the finale episode starts with Jinx trying to fall to her death, her eventual "death" isn't actually caused by her issues. She did not go into that fight with the goal of a heroic sacrifice. She ends up falling with Vander because Vi refused to leave his inert body, because Vi still cannot let go. Jinx is the one who pays for it. Maybe that's why after her heavily implied survival she doesn't come back.

(Also, sidenote unrelated to the core idea being explored in this post: Both of the sisters are far more interested in personal relationships than ideology. Jinx doesn't dislike Caitlyn for being a topsider; she dislikes her for stealing her sister's attention. She never meant to be a figurehead for Zaunite liberation. So I guess her giving Vi her blessing to date their military dictator doesn't represent her betraying Zaunite ideals (she never actually cared about that and is very upfront about it) but it's still sort of annoying. Though maybe it's just another warning sign that she's given up on everything, that she no longer has the energy to fight for her sister's attention. And when Vi gets released she has jail cell sex with Caitlyn instead of running after her sister so, fair read of the situation there, Jinx.

I just finished Arcane. I have deeply mixed feelings but re: PPLN: I would be interested in hearing your thoughts about everything that went down with Vi and Jinx. Or Mel and Ambessa.

re: send me PPLN asks while I'm snowed in, the sleet has begun and so do I

This ask could probably keep me fed for my entire snowbound experience because oh my god, but let's start off with Mel and Ambessa since there's a little bit less material to work with, and I'll come back to Vi and Jinx later.

Stuck it under a cut because this got long

Arcane loves its character duos who represent dueling worldviews, and Ambessa and Mel represent hard versus soft power. In Mel's childhood flashback, Mel advocates for sparing a captive and using her as a figurehead while they become the power behind the throne, and Ambessa decapitates her instead. In the present, Ambessa is a warlord coming to Piltover looking for new shiny magitech to use against her enemies. Meanwhile, Mel is the richest woman in the city and a major political player, making alliances, swaying council votes, and backing rising stars.

We see the two of them come into conflict in season 1 and the beginning of season 2. (Although, we can note, Ambessa is using political maneuvering here by manipulating Salo and Caitlyn! She has more range than just brute force.) As viewers, we can anticipate that the characters will be used to explore these two different philosophies of power and control.

Aaaaaand then.... Mel gets kidnapped, joins a sisterhood of witches, comes back, hands over her mom to one of the witches, then decides she doesn't trust the witch after all, and then her mom dies and she gets her job. I'm. Not quite sure what philosophical statement is being made here. Which is possibly one of the reasons why Mel's sections feel so untethered from the rest of the show, beyond that it's clearly spinoff bait. Ambessa proclaims she is the wolf - is this a vindication of hard power? But Mel mostly just showed up to do some sparkly and ill defined magic and then introduce a new villain.

As I've been contemplating this ask, I've been thinking that while Mel votes for Zaunite independence and opposes the use of hextech weapons on the Undercity (she frames this to Jayce as 'I won't let them corrupt your dream', although she does seem distressed at the unnecessary violence as well) she sure didn't seem to be using her wealth and power to do much for the Undercity beforehand. Judging from Caitlyn's 'can you believe they live like this??' speech in season 1, the Undercity is literally beneath the notice of the privileged of Piltover. Plus, Mel is an immigrant, and I'm not sure how long she's been in town. To wind her deeper into the season's storylines and explore her philosophy versus her mother's more, I kind of wish she'd ended up spending some time in Zaun. Maybe she gets dropped off there after leaving the witch place (still not entirely sure how she got home from there...) I'd be interested in her trying to use her political skills in that environment, and seeing how the leadership of the Undercity responds to this wealthy outsider. Caitlyn who got vocally upset about the Undercity's treatment and then teamed up with Ambessa to oppress it versus Mel, Ambessa's daughter and privileged councilor, who now tries to do the opposite despite a distrustful reception...

We see Sevika serving as the loyal right hand woman to whoever she sees as Zaun's best figurehead (Vander, Silco, Jinx), but at the end she's taking a seat at the council. It would be interesting if she'd had some interactions with Mel, who also spoke about being a power behind the throne, as they both navigate having to stand out on their own. Maybe Mel could be the one brokering the conversation between Zaun and Piltover, which is a missing scene I would've loved to see. (It's implied the councilor with the cool necklace thingy gained respect for Sevika and advocated for her, but seeing that actually go down would've been nice.)