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georgiapeach30513 · 10 months

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Victim of the Circumstance, Part 6

Summary: Things are easy with Mace

Pairings: James Mace X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, boob worship, female masturbation for teasing, finger sucking, toy play, oral sex (F receiving), squirting, multiple orgasms, facial, bruising, scratches, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6.3K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

How does it feel so early and late all at the same time? How does it feel like the night before, this morning, and on into the afternoon are such a blur with time also halting? How is this man sleeping on your chest looking like the most innocent person you had ever seen that you didn’t birth? There was nothing innocent about the things he had done to you all night, and this morning.

You could still feel him in every part of you. He was vibrant, had almost too much stamina, but you were not complaining. But having him lay on you, all snuggled up with his angelic face was making more than just your pussy want him. He is adorable. A baby face, with such broad shoulders. Arms that were chiseled by the gods.

His eyelashes spread over his cheeks, and you lean forward a bit to press a chaste kiss on his forehead. He barely even stirs. He is exhausted, and for good reason. You could stare at him for eternity. He is beautiful. Scrunching up your nose, you poke his moles softly. Quietly counting each one, and still he sleeps on.

If it wasn’t for your growling stomach, and a deep need to eat, you would let him get as much rest as he needed. You need it, too. Your body needs it. And despite how tender you are, you love it. Love the reminder that he had been inside you. And most definitely reminded you that you still had it.

Mace yawns, and closes his mouth over your nipple a bit. Giving the bud a little suck before rolling over to his side. Giving you the out to make the two of you lunch. Even the freckles on his arms and shoulders are sexy and cute. How could he be this way? And a great ass. Complete with marks from your fingernails. Scratches on his back. You are already marking some form of territory, but it looked pretty on him.

A small stretch of his arms has his back rippling, and you want to scream in a pillow. For all his boyish good looks, he was built. Already getting your own form of a boner, and you need food. You need to salivate over something besides the man that could make you cry with pleasure, or you make him whimper for just a taste.

Trying to get out of bed without making too much noise because the last thing you want is to disturb his beauty sleep. Especially not when you are famished. Grabbing up his discarded shirt, you get as dressed as you have been for the past twelve hours. A bit wobbly as you walk into the kitchen.

“Cannon, you need to go out, buddy?” He is patiently waiting on you to open the door. He was such a good pet. Even though it was going to pain you to make the extra strides to the back door to let the dog out into the fenced in yard, he was needing some outside time. You painfully hobble to let him out, and back to the kitchen.

You didn’t feel like cooking anything. It needed to be easy. Quick. So grilled cheese it is. Placing the sandwiches in the pan, you sigh. You hurt all over. You stung in places you didn’t think was possible. And you smelled like him. Every movement you made gave you a whiff of his cologne. It wasn’t as refined as some, but it was clean, classic, and manly. It was your favorite scent. Man. It was going to be a shame to wash him off your sheets.

Flipping the sandwiches, you blank out. Unable to stop smiling. It felt good. You would be damned if anyone tried to make you feel bad because it hurt so good. So so good. Mace comes up behind you. His arms sliding around your belly, and he brings you closer to him. His chin resting on your head. “What cha cooking?”

“Gourmet grilled cheese. Complete with plastic cheese because it melts the best. Classic cheddar and Gouda. And then on the outside, there’s bits of toasted Parmesan,” his mouth starts nibbling at your neck. Hands slide up to your breasts, where he cups each sphere in his hand. “Mmm, and what are you doing?”

“Watching the sexiest woman I have ever seen make the most delicious sounding grilled cheese sandwich I have ever heard and smelled. And what is this?” He asks, giving your nipples some playful pinches.

“My tits that you are obsessed with.”

“They’re nice. Can it be a rule that when we’re alone I can play with them freely?”

“Mmm,” you moan when he twists the hardening buds in between his fingers, “As long as you promise to suck on them every once in a while?”

“Really?”

“Uh huh,” you look back at him. Looking between his eyes and his mouth, “I like the magical things you do with your tongue, while sucking. And I love it when you make those sweet little sounds.”

“How about I suck on your tits right now?”

“How about we eat first?”

“I think that sounds fair. I may need another two or three of these. By the way,” you turn off the burner, and pop the sandwiches onto plates. Bumping your ass onto his front before you carry the plates over to the table. Reaching into the fridge for some sodas, and you head into the pantry for some chips. “You are feeding me well.”

“You worked off a lot of energy for the day. Do you ever get tired?”

“Yeah, but I’m also always horny. So it cancels it out. Oh my god!” He exaggerates as he bites into the sandwich. Dramatically moving the sandwich away from him to see the cheese pull. “I’m trying to ask you something, and I keep getting distracted.”

“What do you want to ask me, Jamesy?”

“When will the kids be back? I probably shouldn’t be here.”

“They hop over to the Magic Kingdom for fireworks. Some days. But Casey always calls. They usually bring back a Mickey cake pop for me. But no, I don’t need my kids to see you walking around naked or worse,” Mace cocks up his eyebrow, urging you to go on. “Casey and Will seeing you fucking me into the mattress, or me riding you. Not stopping even if you have came, and make yourself so overstimulated you cry.”

“I don’t want them to see that, but I would very much like to test that out. Overstimulate me all that you want to.”

“Don’t worry. I will. Eat up. I’ll make you another one if you need it,” the noise that exits his mouth is something you are not prepared for. A sweet almost growl. “Has…has no one ever taken care of you?”

“Not like this,” Mace tries to play it off like it isn’t a big deal, but it bothers you. He had been doing everything right, before he had ever met you. He wasn’t trying to use your daughter to get to you. “It’s not a big deal. But if you want to make me another grilled cheese that would be amazing, but if not…”

Your chair squeaks as you push it out. Going back to the fridge to get everything out of it, “I’ll feed you as long as you eat.”

“You might not ever get rid of me then.”

“Tell me a bit about yourself, James. I feel we skipped a few parts. So now that you’re refueling. What was it that you wanted to be when you grew up?” He shrugs his shoulders as the last bit of his grilled cheese is stuffed into his mouth. “You didn’t have any dreams?”

“Not really. When you were a kid did you see yourself doing nails?”

“I knew I wanted to be in the beauty industry. I was good artistically. I can work from home, make my own schedule, and get to see my kids. They were what I always wanted. I did the hair business for a bit, but I enjoy nails. Do you enjoy building?”

“I always wanted to go to the moon,” he stares off dreamily, and you smile at him. Finally admitting what he always wanted to do. “I think that’s why I moved down to Florida. Get to be closer to Cape Canaveral. Get to watch shuttles launch. I still like space. It’s beautiful, and makes me realize we are but a grain of sand in the universe. Makes the bad things not seem so big.”

“That wasn’t so hard was it?”

“No, but you know what is?” He smirks up at you as you lay his plate down in front of him. His hard on pushing out his boxers.

“Sir, you better behave,” playfully answering him as you lay a hand on his thigh. Rubbing up and down the thick leg

“If I behave what’s in it for me?”

You tilt your head to the side, giving him a devilish grin, and your legs spread further apart, pulling up his shirt a bit more. Noticing the motion he looks under the table to see your puffy cunt. You run your other hand down your thigh, and rub over your clit before inserting two fingers into yourself. Humming out a moan. You had his devoted attention. “It is getting late. I think I need to wash my sheets.”

“Please, not right now,” his eyes roll in the back of his head when you start pumping your fingers into yourself. Squelching sounds echo in the quiet kitchen, and he licks his lips. “You're drenched.”

“And you’re eating. Finish your meal, Jamey,” a squeak leaks out of his voice, and he stuffs about half of his sandwich in his mouth. “Mmm, I’m so needy for you.”

“Maybe you could show me your microphone?”

“Maybe you can fuck me, and hold my microphone over my clit.”

“Okay,” he stands up, eating the last of his sandwich as he motions you back to the bedroom. “I will do whatever it is you want me to do. You’ve got me.”

“Good boy. Ahh,” you pull your fingers out of your warmth, and hold them out for him to see. Spreading the digits apart, and strings of your slick stretch in between each finger, “Here, sweet boy,” pressing your fingertips on his lips, you let your juices coat his puffy mouth before you push them into his mouth. He suckles on them immediately. “You going to fuck me good?”

“Mhmm,” he mumbles over your fingers, and you start leading him into the bedroom. You understood why sucking on fingers is so hot for men because the way he was following you around. Mesmerized by your taste and touch.

Pulling out your fingers he actually pouts at you, “I have better things for you to suck on,” he shutters. Legitimately shivers as he watches you walk to the closet, and grab up your microphone, “What do you want to suck, my tits or my clit?”

“Both.”

“Uh uh, you can only choose one. We need to wrap this up quickly. Clit or…”

“Tits. There��s two of them,” it shouldn’t be cute. But he is nearly frothing at the mouth. “I’m greedy. And oh so needy.”

“Oh, I know,” sauntering over to the bed, you remove his shirt, and give each nipple a tweak. Placing the wand in between your legs. Turning it on the lowest setting, the soft hum sends a chill up his spine, and your eyes roll up to meet him, “Come on. I think you’ve earned this.”

Mace gets to his knees, and grabs up both your breasts in his heads. Mouth going between each bud, unsure of where he wants to start as you pet around his hair. “Remember waking me up by thrusting into me?” He gives you a nod, finally giving a hard suck, and your hips start to gyrate. “I got to wake up feeling full and stretched, while you were panting above me. It was a pretty sight, James.”

His crystal blue eyes gaze up at you, and you’ve never seen anyone more beautiful. He is entranced in you. Everything about you. Not just your body and what you could offer him, but also the fact that you are a mother. “J-James, I want you to fuck me so hard. Let’s make a mess of this bed.”

Pulling off you with a pop, he pushes at your shoulders, and lets you fall back on the bed. Jerking your legs apart, he moves the vibrator to stare at your pulsing and weeping cunt, “This is the last time today, huh?”

“Make it count then,” you respond, his innocent little face turns into the most sinful grin as he goes to the counter, pulling out a foil packet, and eyes intently on you. His teeth clamp down on the foil packet as he slowly rips it open. Moving quickly to roll the rubber over his throbbing shaft before guiding his tip through your slick folds. “James!”

One swift thrust has him bottoming out, and you bite at your lip, seeing stars when his tip kisses your cervix. Not one to forget the toy, he lays it over your sensitive bundle of nerves as he rails into you. Even when your legs tighten around him, he keeps going at the same pace. Smiling as you cling to the bedsheet, and speak in tongues. There is so much pleasure.

Clenching your eyes shut, you allow your body to go along with the ride. Letting him use you like a little whore. Pounding into your wet heat vigorously. You can’t see, can’t think straight, only feel. Feel him. Almost blacking out from pleasure as your juices spew out around him. Messing himself, and you, and he still doesn’t stop.

Rocketing his body into yours. He wants to imprint his cock in your tight hole. He wanted you to feel and remember him, until you can have him again. “Give me one more!” He growls, staring at your bouncing tits, “You got me soaked, and covered in your cream. What do you tell me for making you go dumb?”

“Again!” You bare down with your teeth, exhausted but knew that you could release one more time.

“You want to squirt one more time?” Nodding your head, your legs start trembling with immense pleasure, and he pulls your legs further apart. Splitting your body in half, and hitting all the right spots. Warmth and tingles build up in your body, and you're unsure if you have one more.

And then the damn breaks, and he pulls out of you. Letting you spew your juices onto him, and he sinks back in. Removing himself again, and you still release more, “Thank you! Thank! You!” Screaming again as you squirt more than you ever have.

Mace yanks the condom off himself, and straddles your chest. Pumping his cock in his fist before his cum spurts onto your face, and your mouth where you hungrily eat it up. “Oh! Oh! I can’t….fuck me!” Lifting your head off the mattress, you swallow his length, sucking out every bit of his cream. Moaning as it drips down your throat.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. So fucking perfect. My god, how do you look like a goddess, and fuck like a demon?” He pants as you milk him dry. And you collapse on the bed. Chest heaving yourself, when he flops down beside you. “That really it?”

“Yes, we gotta save some for a later date,” you giggle, running your hands over his lower stomach. Caressing his abs. And playing with his happy trail. Every part of him felt good to touch.

“So we’re doing this again?”

“And hopefully again and again,” you giggle. Your body feeling light as air.

He props himself up on his arm to stare at you a bit, “You’re covered in cum.”

“Just the way I like it, tiger. Give me a minute, and I’ll wash up.”

“Right,” jumping up his cute naked tush walks into the bathroom, returning with a washcloth, and he wipes your face all clean. Smiling before leaning in for a sweet kiss, “You know I don’t want just sex, right?”

“After last night and today, I don’t know how you could even want more sex.”

“Oh, I can want it every second of the day. But um — I mean, I want to take out. Just you and me. I know we’re not where we should be to be a couple in front of your kids, but…I hope whatever this was doesn't mean I have to stop talking to my girl. I met Mirabelle first.”

“If you quit talking with my baby, I swear I will hold out on you. So no, I don’t want anything to change. But yeah — I-I think I would like a date.”

“Is Disney a no go? I heard that Epcot can be nice for dinner.”

“That’s an expensive entrance fee for you. How about just dinner. Maybe walk around somewhere. But I’d like a date very much.”

“And we don’t have to put the brakes on with no sex, if you don’t want to,” he chuckles, pulling you close to him as he kisses up your neck. “Just maybe a few days without sex for a while.”

“James, I should really clean this place up. And I need a shower. I smell like you.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Shaking your head no, you lift up off the bed. Making a point to crawl over him, so he gets a face full of tits. “Where are you going?”

“To take a shower. Care to join me?” He clambers up, and chases you into the shower. Not asking, or demanding, but letting you wash the both of you of your combined sweat and sin. Trying to kiss on your lips as you scrub him down good. He hadn’t had anyone to take care of him or baby him his entire life, and you are going to make it a point to shower this man in attention.

He was simply adorable letting you spoil him. It isn’t even sexy, it’s sweet. His eyes flutter close, and his fingers hold you so gently. Even getting down to his knees and kissing over each of the bruises he left behind on your body. Apologizing for marking you up, but you didn’t care. You liked him staking a claim on you. You didn’t date around. You hadn’t even dated in so long. Hadn’t shared a bed with anyone else, and yet here he was. And you were going to enjoy this.

“Mommy!” Mirabelle bursts through the door, jumping into your arms as you twirl her around. Looking much more disheveled now than the pictures Casey had sent you this morning, and even some brand new ears. “We had so much fun, we did. What did you do today? It doesn’t look like you cleaned much, it doesn’t.”

“Mommy was in bed most of the day. I was so tired. Muah,” planting a big kiss on her cheek, you brush back her wind blown hair, “ My goodness, baby, you smell like sunshine and fun, you want to take a bath in mommy’s tub?”

“Yes, please! Can I use a bomb?” You give her a head nod, kissing all over her face before she jumps down and runs to your bathroom. Completely forgetting her pajamas like always. “Your bed isn’t made yet, it’s not!”

“Hey, buddy, did you have fun?” Benning actually lets you hug him, and he smelled the same, sweaty. “You look like you had fun all smiling like that.”

“Yeah, Will and I walked off to ride the bigger rides that Mirabelle was too scared to ride.”

“I wasn’t scared! I’m short!”

Benning gives you a grin, and thanks his aunt and uncle before heading to his own room, “I’m tired. I’m going to go ahead and take a shower. Uh, when…do you think Mace would want to build his telescope?” Gulping, you look back at Will and Casey, not knowing what to say.

“I just…I like going to the Beck’s because — don’t make me say it. You think Mirabelle or I could ask him?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure Mirabelle can ask him the next time she sells him orange juice. Uh, why don’t you go ahead and take a shower. I’ve got to make my bed,” you watch your growing boy walk down the hall, realizing how much anger and pain he was still carrying. Why he hated being at home, and it didn’t have anything to do with you or his sister.

“You mind if I get something to drink?” You motion Will off to the kitchen, and grab Casey’s arm.

“I need your help making my bed,” Mirabelle was already singing and swimming away in the bathtub. In her own little world. Creating the routine of her singing so you knew her head was above water when you weren’t with her.

“What was that about?” Casey asks, grabbing up the fitted sheet. “Benning wants Mace here, and you didn’t fight him?”

“Why should I fight him?”

“You’re interested in the man, I can tell. You are interested and introducing him to your kids.”

“Mirabelle met him first.”

“Okay,” Casey tucks the sheet into the top, and grabs up the top sheet, “Then what did he not want to talk about?”

“Chris is there. Trevor has a dad, and he doesn’t. It’s why he likes going with you and Will, but hates being at home alone. Surrounded by girls that don’t share his enthusiasm.”

“Ahh!!!” Casey looks at the floor screaming, and pointing. Mirabelle is the next to scream, asking if everything was okay, while Will runs in here with a broom. “You dirty little tramp.”

“What are you talking about?” “Mommy! I’m scared.”

“Aunt Casey is being weird, baby. Everything is okay,” Will’s eyes dart to where Casey was pointing, and he snorts walking away, mumbling something about him knowing it. “What?”

“You have a fucking condom wrapper in the floor.”

“What?” Walking to her side, you are embarrassed. You thought you got everything. “Yeah, well, about that…”

“Please, tell me it was that hot young man. Please! So only one time? Or…why are you changing your sheets? Oh, that’s a good brand. What size is he? Is it Mace? He was checking out those tits the other night. I swear I saw him licking his lips, ready to slam you down on the table, and lift your dress up. It was him, wasn’t it? How does a man in their twenties fuck now?”

“Would you shut up?” Mirabelle had continued her singing, belting her heart out to songs from The Little Mermaid.

“Answer my questions.”

“It was James’, yes. It was nice.”

“You made a mess of your bed.”

“When you have sex, you should change your sheets. Sex is nasty.”

“Yeah, it is. Wait, how many times. You’re…you’re glowing. You haven’t stopped smiling since we walked in. Either he gave it to you that good, or you really like him.”

“Can it not be both?” You ask, throwing the pillows back on your bed, and Casey squeals. “Stop it’s just…”

“Please, don’t tell me it’s just sex. That man is fine as hell, and he likes your kids. Don’t you dare have fun all day, and then dump him. My heart can’t handle it. You need someone.”

“No, I don’t need…” Casey puts her whole hand over your mouth, shaking her head. This is not how this was going to go. You were going to shut up and listen.

“You want someone. You’ve done fine alone, but you are young and beautiful, and you want to be with someone. He’s integrated into your kids’ lives, and he likes them. Benning is asking for him. Like Benning has this cool older brother that also plows his mom,” you playfully hit her on her arm. “Wait, is he closer to your age or Benning’s age.”

“He’s only eight years younger than me.”

“My god! The stamina. I bet you didn’t sleep all weekend. Did he stay here? I know he did. You probably made him eggs, or grilled cheese, and he’s never going to leave you. He’s a lost puppy dog, and he needs a home. Can this be his new home?”

“Literally haven’t even gone on a date. And I am not complaining about his performance. At all. He’s nice. I want to spend more time with him, and he wants to spend more time with me, and it seems my kids. I’m just worried that — what if Benning doesn’t like him being with me. I feel he tolerates him because of the telescope and because he thinks we’re not dating.”

“You can’t live your life wondering what an almost twelve year old is going to think about your dating status. He’s not going to like any man that you date. It’s not going to be easy, but he will get over it. You’re raising your kids to leave the house, and then you’re left alone. Don’t waste the best years of your life just being a mom. That’s a part of who you are, not your whole identity. Whether it’s Mace or not, Benning isn’t going to like it at first.”

“Mommy! My fingers are wrinkled up, but I have no clothes!” Mirabelle shouts from the other room. Her music stops, and Casey leans in closer just to whisper.

“Just have fun. Enjoy whatever this is. And please, tell me he wrecks that pussy,” starting to giggle, you cover your face with your hand, and nod your head, “I knew it!”

“Baby, I’m going to get you some clothes.”

“Just so you know, there’s waterproof blankets. They come in handy when you don’t want to wash the whole bed. So me and Will are going to head home. Wish me luck in making a baby, okay? Happy wet dreams, sweetheart.”

“I don’t need wet dreams. My pussy needs a break,” Casey’s mouth turns into an o, while you head to get your baby some pajamas. Already came to the conclusion that she could sleep in your bed and fall asleep watching a Disney movie if she wanted to. There would be no temptations for you. And it could give you some things to think about. Casey made some good points, but for now, you were going to keep the romantic part of Mace’s relationship with you, and away from the kids. But you couldn’t stop him from spending time with them.

“Hiya, Little Bit,” Mirabelle snarls her nose as Mace sits down beside her, “I’ll take the uh…”

“You want what my mommy gets. You like a bit of clementine in your orange juice,” she gives him a knowing smirk, but doesn’t elaborate anymore, and he wasn’t going to bring it up either.

“Sure. Whatever five bucks will get me,” Mirabelle fills him up a glass, and one for herself before sitting down with him, “Did you not like your nickname?”

“Why did you give it to me?”

“Because you’re little,” Mirabelle shrugs her shoulders before leaning over on his arm, “Alright, what’s got you so sad, pumpkin?”

“I like that one better, I do,” she sighs, taking a long sip of her orange juice, “Mommy says that we’re turning the sun room into my school room. Mace, I just didn’t think about this, I didn’t. Am I going to have to teach myself? I’m just four. I can’t do that, I can’t. I barely know how to sell orange juice. I’m a preschool dropout that can’t make change.”

“Pumpkin, can we talk man to kid?” She lifts up off his shoulder, and nods her head. She was ready for whatever that Mace had to tell her. Her serious face on as she listens.. “I’m going to help you pick out some of those toys.”

“The little bears right? I really like those, I do. Those are my favorite. I didn’t like the LEGOs that much, nope nope. Ooh! I like those magnetic things. You can make houses with them,” Mace starts to chuckle at his little friend, and she crawls into his lap. Pressing both her hands on his cheeks as she stares at him with wild eyes. Furrowing her brow when he keeps laughing.

“This is serious. I like Play-Doh, too. And…I have a funny feeling I can’t have just toys though, huh?”

“Isn’t the point of pre-k is for learning play?” Mirabelle’s eyes brighten up, and she giggles her agreement, “But no, you can’t have just toys. Uncle Bill is making you a desk, and he even wants to get you some shelves to act as your cubby. And maybe Benning can help you pick out pencils, and…”

“Markers!”

“No. I don’t think markers are a good idea. I have a feeling that you will write on things you shouldn’t,” Mirabelle gasps, shaking her head, “You’re absolutely, positively sure you would never write on things that aren’t paper.”

“I swear it, I do. I just like the pretty markers. But who is going to teach me? You?”

You gaze out the window, drinking a cup of coffee. Your first client was a cancellation, and you had thought about sitting with Mirabelle, but this was such a sweeter sight. A fine and sexy man that you still feel inside of you being so sweet and animated with your baby.

It was a natural relationship between the two of them. Like they were kindred spirits. If she throws her head back laughing, he does the same. “I like that man,” Hazel whispers, stepping up beside you. “You do, too, huh?”

“Why would you say that?”

“His car didn’t leave your house Friday night, Saturday morning, and Saturday afternoon. Good for you, honey,” your face goes up in flames as the embarrassment at Hazel knowing that you had Mace there all night and day. It had completely slipped your mind that Hazel and Harley would have been able to see your driveway. “What does Benning think?”

“He likes him right now, but we’re not dating.”

“You’re not? So you’re just…”

“No! No, Benning thinks we’re not dating, so he likes him. It wasn’t my intention for the kids to meet someone I was involved with, so this isn’t normal, but…” you couldn’t stop smiling at their interactions. Couldn’t hear a word they were saying, but they both looked so happy and content. “Look at them. Mirabelle has someone she can look at as a father. She knows Will is her uncle, but I think she feels Mace belongs to her.”

“Hmm,” Hazel agreed with everything you had said, even if she worries. “Will said he’s good. And if he does anything to hurt either of my babies, he deals with poisoned orange marmalade. Those babies, especially Benny, have been through enough. Their mother really has gone through enough, too. I like younger men. He’s cute.”

“Yes, he is,” you pause watching them for a moment. It was becoming your favorite pastime. Mirabelle had never connected with someone quite like she had Mace. He looks over towards the store, spotting you, and has to quickly look back at your daughter. “He’s a bit bashful, too.”

“Sure he is. Sure,” Hazel grouses as she walks back to finish her restocking. All the times that you got to watch Benning with Sy, you never realized you would yearn for that so much. How much you feel she missed out on. “And you’re hiring someone to teach her?”

“I was paying the center anyway. I’d rather spend my money where my daughter feels comfortable and she can actually grow and learn. She’ll be just fine.”

“Mommy!” Mirabelle runs through the laundry room, jumping up and down, “Mace and uncle Bill brought my stuff. I saw them in the driveway, I did. Mommy, it's more than just a desk. Come look,” folding your last pair of your shorts, you follow her down the hall.

“What stuff?” Benning asks, peeking out his door, and following the both of you with Cannon. “Mom, what stuff?”

“Aha!” Mirabelle screams, opening up the door for Will and Mace to carry in a desk, “My school stuff, look it! Right over here, fellas. Over into the sun room. Yes, right there.”

“Mom,” Benning gives a roll of his eyes, watching the two men set it up just where she had decided, “Can I go to Trevor’s?”

“Why, buddy?” He gives you a shoulder shrug as Mace and Will walk back out, but Mirabelle runs in front of them, “I figured we could order some takeout. Get the pork potstickers you like.”

“Yeah but…”

“Benning, come on,” Mace stops at the front door, waving his hand. “Help me put this shelf together. I also brought something else. Might not be able to get too much done today, but that’s the beauty of building a telescope,” Benning looks up at you smiling, already heading towards the door, “It won’t take long to get the shelf set up. Then your mom and little bit can put her toys in it. We’ll work on the telescope?”

“Yes,” you clear your throat, “Please,” he was beaming again. You set off to get a broom, and extra garbage bags, knowing that there was going to be a lot of trash. Getting to watch Benning stay right with Mace as the three of them grab the box for the shelf, while the baby has a few small boxes.

Things could go south from here, you had faith that they wouldn’t. That maybe Mace will be able to break down Benning’s walls. Benning wanted someone to be there for him. That much was evident. He wanted to feel important, and not overlooked, and often with a charming little sister, he was. Felt like what he wanted wasn’t important, and yet here Mace was expanding his interests. Wanting to include him.

“Mace, do you want to go outside and let me show you the perfect spot?” Benning stares up at the tall mall, almost buzzing with excitement. Mace gives you a quick glance, and you grin. Realizing Benning was inviting Mace to look at the stars with him. He was letting him in.

“Sure. You lead the way,” Benning runs to the hallway closet grabbing up the beach blanket, and gets ready to gaze up at the sky for a while. Something he had missed, and was excited about sharing the secret spot with someone else.

“I want to go, too, I do!” Mirabelle’s chubby little hand grabs on to Mace’s, and both your kids leave their finished projects for the evening. Mirabelle’s learning room was complete, and Mace and Benning had set up the workspace for the telescope. Mace was going to be spending a lot more time at your house.

You look towards the last family photo you have of the four of you; Sy with his hands on the bump of Mirabelle, and Benning piggy backed on him. You didn’t look at him the same way. There wasn’t a point anymore. “Sy, tell me I’m not making a mistake. Those are our babies. And your son,” your eyes close slowly when you hear all three of the figures outside laughing, including Benning.

He was happy. He had missed having a man home with him. “Please, tell me this is your sign. Sy, I like him. They like him, and there’s no room for mistakes with our babies. I love you, but I can’t keep using your death as a way to not live my life. That man understands that.”

Mirabelle squeals into the night, and you look at your two children tickling Mace, sighing in relief. “I love you, Captain. Thank you, but this has gotta be our final goodbye. I don’t need you to haunt me anymore,” to some it may seem silly to talk to your dead husband’s picture. But to you it was what helped you realize that he was real, and for a little bit, he was part of your life.

You wanted nothing more than his memory to always be there with you. Crying into a folded up flag, and begging that he would forever haunt you. That he would never leave you. It was too soon with Mace, but Sy and your children were giving you signs that it was fully time to move on. To say goodbye to a ghost, and to quit using the fact that you were a widow as a crutch.

And it was time to join the three of them outside. Sy’s dog barks at your feet, giving your hand a nudge with his nose, “Come on, Cannon. Let’s go see your babies,” Cannon darts out the door, while you listen to their sounds a bit more. Mace tells Benning he had a bigger bed in storage that he could bring over tomorrow, and he wouldn’t have to sleep in a twin bed anymore.

Mirabelle sitting in Mace’s lap, pointing up to the sky and asking her brother what that star was. And you were going to sit down beside them, and stealthily look at Mace while the kids were distracted. Maybe steal a few soft touches. Enjoy the moment you are in. No longer living in the past, but living in the present, and welcoming a bright future.

Sitting down next to Mace, Benning lays his head on your legs, and Mirabelle mirrors his stance, but on Mace’s leg continuing to point at the stars as Benning tells her what they are. When Mace starts the legend of Hercules, you reach your hand behind him. Crawling it under his shirt, and give him back scratches. Things were currently easy, but you didn’t want to worry about what could happen. You wanted to live in what was happening.

And what was happening was beautiful. It felt safe. It felt almost complete.

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Day 1: Favorite Character

Listen, call me predictable. He’s literally my icon on here and on Twitter. But from the moment this character was introduced, I was instantly drawn in. A moody, language-obsessed nerdy prince who wears black and has big puppy eyes? Sign me TF up!!

There are so many layers to Graydon that I have been continually peeling back every day since the show premiered last year. From him being a second child, to his love of music and languages and magic, to his relationship with his parents (particularly his father). There are so many facets to this character that make him so interesting to watch. Tony Revolori describes Graydon as a sort of “straight man” to the rest of the cast. And his performance really speaks to this, as Graydon’s often blank reactions to the other character’s goofiness (especially Boorman, that cheddar-headed goob) that make me giggle more than the original joke.

I also adore the fact that Graydon is thrown into the ring as a romantic option. I feel like characters like Graydon over the years have been often thrown to the side as a joke character, or someone who dies right away to glue the party together. But this show chose to give him a full arc (even though there’s so much more to see of him in future seasons I’m sure), and on top of following his evolution from someone who is shy and awkward, to a fully realized confident man who can give his love freely without expectation, we ge to see Graydon be someone who could be loved in return. We see him being courteous and kind, and also kind of sexy! (Which, listen, I thought he was sexy before he ripped his shirt off in Nockmaar).

Graydon is so important to me, for so many reasons. He has honestly been a great vehicle for me to explore my feelings of loneliness and rejection that I felt throughout my childhood. It was because of him, sort of, that I began to think about my own feelings and expression. As someone researching and questioning whether they are neurodivergent or not, I found comfort in a character like Graydon - who has his interests that he loves without shame, who is awkward and bashful, who is an animal lover, who tries to communicate but finds himself floundering, but who is also fiercely protective of his friends at the end of the day.

If I kept going, I would probably write a novel. But, yeah, Graydon Hastier is my favorite character for so many reasons. And I’m so happy that so many other people on the internet love him as much as I do!

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i absolutely adore your art oh my GOD i cannot stop looking at it. i am very curious about your cheddar/macaroni/mac n cheese hcs though if you have any!!! :]

oh my!!! thank you so much!!! <3 look, look! indeed have some hcs!! But not so much, sadly! cuz we got almost no info about the mac n cheese duo, so my headcanons got very limited SHSDHFJHB about them as indivudual characters i dont have much, like, the only thing i came up with and loved, is that i headcanon Macaroni as transmasc. Now for Cheddar Cheese i came up with that they may be related to Roguefort cookie (like those cool cousins you play roblox with)

i like to think their dynamic would go just like this image i gave the sweet title of "Future Reunion". NOW the mac n cheese duo itself.. pls i got delusional and created so many out of character things- IDBVJHBZDJFV LOOK... I CAN TELL YOU THAT I LIKE THE IDEA OF THEM BEING DOOMED YAOI. BUT I ALSO LIKE THEM BEING SECRETLY DESPERATE AND IN LOVE WITH EACHOTHER... MOSTLY THE THING I GO WITH IS MACARONI COOKIE SEEING CHEDDAR CHEESE COOKIE AS THE MONSTER OF HIS NIGHTMARES. i could spend hours talking about them HELP..

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The Keys

Pairing: (Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mom!Reader

Characters: (Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Mom!Reader, Edwin, Maryanne, and Sarabeth (the kiddos), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Callie "Halo" Bassett

Warnings: The pilot crew stealing everything the Seresins pay for, drunk and pouty Natasha, Bob has a restricted candy “schedule”, Mickey just wants to take some photos, Maryanne and Edwin are adorable when they snuggle up beside one of their tgm uncles/ aunts, Bradley is not the best when it comes to sharing snacks, also Rueben was the one to make everyone keys (no one from the pilot expected that)

Word Count: 670

A/N: This is a few weeks after baby Seresin #1 is born. It’s not mentioned here but her name is Sarabeth. (I have names for all the kids now hehe)

Did I base this off of that one scene when everyone except for Monica is in her and Rachel’s apartment on Friends and Phoebe explains that the emergency was “they were out of Doritos”. Yes, yes, I did but then I added my own touch.

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You two barely walk through the door when you hear the TV playing and the chatter of the pilot crew.

You glance over at Jake, who looks just as surprised as you.

“I didn’t know they were coming over. I swear.” He continues to plead his case not wanting to have you be mad at him (as if you ever could… more like annoyed most of the time but you can make that situation better with a simple… “massage”).

You shake your head, closing the door after your husband steps through the doorway.

You walk towards the entrance of the living room with Jake a step behind you. “The keys are for emergencies,” you inform the group for the millionth time.

“We were out of beer,” Javy adds, not looking away from the TV with Ice Age playing and of course, Edwin snuggled up beside (one of favorite uncle’s because if he says he likes one of the guys more than the others than a mini fight breaks out.

Scratch that, the pilots do a dog fight in order to figure out who is the most superior [it gets rough out there when they play] it’s like a rough version of musical chairs).

“And chips,” Bradley mumbles, whose mouth full of sour cream and cheddar chips with Callie grimacing beside him as she steals a handful, followed by Edwin.

He karate chops Reuben when he tries to steal some chips, “no more. These are mine. I bought them.”

Maryanne sits in front of his legs beside Mickey and Callie, she raises her hand up at him wanting more of his, now shared, snack.

Reuben raises a brow, waiting for Bradley’s next move.

The man in question shrugs, “what else am I supposed to do? She’s, their kid. I don’t want to deal with a crying young adult.” “Crying young adult?” Reuben repeats.

“You try telling her she’s a kid.”

The man who was denied some of his buddy’s snack glances down at the little girl only to find that you give everyone when they try to cross you. “No questions here.” He turns to watch the movie.

“And candy,” says Bob who looks like he needs to go to the bathroom with how much he's jittering in the chair.

“Who let Bob have candy?” You ask with your hands on your hips. “We all know he’s not supposed to have candy after three and it’s,” you grab Jake’s wrist, checking his watch,” three fifteen and look at him.” You release his hand, letting it fall beside him.

No one does as you say.

“I said look at him.”

Javy turns, looking over at you, “what’s so different when he has soda at-”

Natasha enters the house with two handfuls of grocery bags most likely full of snacks and drinks (for the kids and adults). She starts snickering when she focuses her attention on your stance. “Looks like we’re busted.”

“Are you drunk?”

She stumbles over her feet, having a minor problem with a normal thing called walking. “No,” she shakes her head, denying your question terribly since she extends the “O.”

“But I did come from the bar… where Penny supplied me with a few drinks and then drove me to the store… and back here. Don’t be mad.” She pleads with puppy eyes and a lip pout.

Oh boy is she intoxicated this evening, it’s not even dinner time yet.

You can’t handle this right now.

You shake your head and turn towards your husband, “you deal with this. I have to change,” you take the car seat from his grasp. “Our baby girl's diaper. Yes, I do. Yes, I do,” you say in a baby voice. “Bye hon,” you don’t remove your gaze from your little girl.

Shoes clacking against the floor briefly enter your ears as you go further down the hallway.

“We wanna see the baby too,” Mickey pouts, you know he’s lifting his camera.

“Not right now, Fanboy,” Jake tells him, shaking his head.

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braywashed · 3 months

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can i also offer you all some adorable tiny tacos and bacon cheddar mac and cheese in this trying time

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The Sweet Babysitter🧁🎀| Miguel O’Hara

previously: –three.

–four.

KENEDI’S POV

I sighed coming out of the relaxing hot shower. Today was a long day, as my boss’ nephew visited the company for some important meeting, and refused to leave after the meeting was done. So I was told to “keep him company”, which was basically him flirting with me and me saying “mhm” while answering endless calls.

With the towel wrapped around me, I walked to the guest room. Checking my phone to see it was 3:50, I had exactly 10 minutes before Gabriella arrived from school.

After drying off and lotioning my skin, I put on the clothes I brought with me. A plain light green halter top, a denim skirt that stopped mid thigh and brown slippers.

I sat on the bed and called Miguel. I bit my lip in anticipation as it rang.

“Kenedi.” He answered with a strong bass in his voice.

My knees pressed together. “Hi Miguel, just wanted to let you know that I’m at the house, thanks again for letting me use the shower.”

“It’s really no problem, you’re welcome.” He replied.

I began twirling my braids. “Is there anything Gabriella loves to eat when she gets home from school?”

He responded almost immediately, I found that so cute. “Grilled cheese and chocolate milk. She loves the crust, so you don’t have to cut them off.”

I smiled. “Got it, anything else I should know?”

“The emergency money is in the little dish by the tv counsel, Gabby knows how to bathe herself, but if she might ask you to do it for her.” He chuckled to himself. “Also when I get home we can discuss your pay.”

“Okay, thank you Miguel.”

“No problem, see you later.”

I hung up and made my way downstairs and I heard a knock at the door. I opened to see a sweaty Gabriella.

She grinned and walked in. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

I closed the door and went into kitchen, opening the fridge. I awed at her words, feeling all warm inside.

She put her lunch bag on the kitchen island.

I scanned the fridge for ingredients I need. I looked back at her. “You hungry?”

She nodded with a grin.

“Okay, I’m gonna make you a grilled cheese with chocolate milk.” I pulled out a bag of sliced bread, a slice of cheddar cheese and butter.

Her brows rose and mouth opened in somewhat shock. “How do you know those are my favorites?” She gave a smug smile then pointed a finger at me. “My Papá told you.”

I giggled. “That’s not true at all, it’s magic.”

Her eyes brightened. “You’re a magical princess!”

I twirled around the kitchen laughing. “Yes I am.”

She watched me in amazement.

I stopped twirling and leaned on the kitchen counter, looking at her. “If you take a bath and come back down your favorite foods will be here waiting for you.”

She perked up and raced upstairs with her backpack on her back. “I’ll be back!”

🎀

Gabriella was such an energetic kid and she’s so fun to be around. We played princess and had a little tea party after she showed me a pink poofy dress that she adored so much.

I made her French fries and chicken tenders, I tried to make them dinosaur shaped, but they looked like blobs to me.

She fell asleep on the couch whilst we were watching My Little Pony. After carefully carrying her up to her room, I scrolled through my phone waiting for Miguel, as it was quite late.

Speaking of Miguel, the door opened to reveal him. His tall stature was in a crouched position, his eyes were quite tired.

His expression changed and posture straightened when he saw me, giving me a heart throbbing smile. “Good night, Kenedi.”

“Good night.” I loved the way he said my name. “You look quite tired, do you need anything?”

He rubbed his left eye and sat across from me. “I’m okay. How was she today? Was she good?”

I nodded. “Very fun, no problems at all. She’s sleeping right now.”

He sighed in relief with closed eyes. “I always thought the divorce would somehow get to her, making her lash out maybe, but so far there’s been nothing.”

“She’s probably still processing it, she’s a very smart girl.” I told him, leaning forward.

He hummed and breathed out. He looked exhausted, resting his head back with closed eyes. “You’re probably right, but I think I should explain it to her.”

My eyes scanned him while he wasn’t looking. His chest hair was slightly exposed from 2 buttons being unbuttoned. “I agree.”

His pink lips were pressed together, upwards to the ceiling, his necktie slightly loosened, sleeves rolled up, displaying his hairy arms. The way his chest rose and fell should be criminal, as his muscles tightened around his clothes when he inhaled. His large hands were veiny— was he even tensing?

What would they feel like around my delicate neck?

I unconsciously bit my lip and put a hand on my thigh.

These thoughts I’m having— my goodness is this a crush???

I’m so shameless. Here I am ogling this tired man while he talks about his daughter and his divorce, and I’m wondering how many seconds it would take him to make me cum with those rough, large fingers of his.

I blinked and rubbed my head, trying to collect myself. “Miguel?”

“Hmm?” He groaned.

Was he sleeping?

“We have to discuss my pay, Miguel.” I spoke in a small voice.

Light snores were his only response. Wow, he was really tired.

I got up curiously, staring at his sleeping body.

He’s even more beautiful when he’s sleeping.

I internally sighed.

I can’t leave him down here.

“Miguel.” I tapped him. “You have to go to your room.” I lightly shook him.

He stirred around and lifted his head to me, his dark eyes meeting mine.

My heart banged against my chest. “Y-you have to get up.”

He sat up and rubbed his face. “Did I fall asleep?” A hint of embarrassment in his voice.

“Yes, but it’s okay. I understand your exhaustion.” I assured him. “I’ll help you up to your room.”

He leaned up then rose to his feet, grabbing his work bag. “Gracias, hermosa.”

I don’t think I know what that second word means, but I’m hoping it was something good. I aided to his side as he walked up the stairs. My arm rested on his lower back, his larger arm over my shoulder as I rested my hand on it.

I could combust on the spot.

We finally made it to his room and he left my side and lazily walked to his bed, leaving me at the doorway.

He dropped his bag on the floor and sat on his bed, loosening his necktie and taking it off.

My body began heating up at the sight of him undressed himself. He was now unbuttoning his shirt— does he know that I’m still here?

I looked down. “Um..uh..goodnight, sir.” I glanced back up and he was looking at me.

“I’m sorry, I forgot you were there.” He apologized. “My mind’s all fuzzy.”

“It’s okay.”

He gave me a lazy smile. “Thank you and goodnight. Drive safely and text me when you get home so I know you’re okay.”

My eyes grew a little wide. “Uh yes, but you might be asleep when I text you.”

He replied with a grogginess in his voice. “I’ll try to stay up for your text.”

I smiled to myself. “Okay, thank you. I’m going now, I’ll lock the door.”

And with that I left.

I locked his door with the key he gave me and left it under the plant pot.

After arriving home I texted him immediately, biting my thumb and waiting for his response.

Miguel

See? I waited

Sleep well <3

My whole body grew warm at his text.

I’m crushing on a divorced, 30 year old man with a daughter.

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Next part: –five.

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The Heartbreak Prince (Prequel)

Pairings - Rooster x OG Desi Character Nisha Bagchi

Warnings: Major Spoilers for Top Gun (1986) and Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

A/N - For all the girlies asking for a Desi! Reader fic, here it is! This is my first time writing with an original character, this may or may not turn into a series or will be a looong one shot (I can’t decide upon it). This starts just after The Wedding Bet Date Top Gun AU, I will make a separate master list for this universe with all the stories of my Top Gun AU set in this. This is a prequel, full fic will be out this week :) Hope y’all like it.

This was requested Anonymously, whoever you are, thank you!

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Living in an oceanfront house with his 15-year-old stepsister who would not listen to him was not on Bradley’s bucket list.

When Maverick and Penny left for their honeymoon after their wedding, they were planning on letting Amelia stay at her friend’s house for the duration of their trip. But after the stunt she pulled at Penny’s Bachelorette, they were paranoid to do so.

Also, the fact that she is a literal carbon copy of her mother, who was infamous for pulling stunts in her youth didn’t help them either.

Penny and Pete practically begged Bradley to keep an eye on Amelia, living at Penny’s home until they return.

Bradley would see his friends and colleagues fight their siblings to death and love them more than themselves. He always thought of it as a peculiar bond between two people. He had lived alone for a long time. It was difficult to fit in with a person who does nothing but talk about pop culture and how tragic Anakin and Padme’s story was.

Amelia seems like an absolute angel, and she was slowly growing on him. But, she was the sneakiest teenager he had ever come across.

He had his fair share of fun in his teens, but he was never that sneaky. So after he was about to ground her for trying to sneak out yet another time, she gave him the most adorable puppy eyes. He had to agree to a movie night instead.

And here he was now, running around the small naval town trying to find a specific type of popcorn and chips she listed for him.

The small store wasn’t crowded a lot but was still busy on a Saturday night. He roamed around the aisles, his eyes searching the stacks of food as he subconsciously muttered, “Cheddar Cheese” under his breath. He was so lost in doing so, he totally missed the figure coming towards him, and bumped into a shopping cart.

“Whoa!” he stepped back, trying to regain his balance, as he heard a string of apologies thrown towards him.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry! Are you okay?” a familiar voice followed.

Bradley looked at the cart that hit him in the ankle, and then at the person holding it.

Eyes as dark as his stared back at him, the same eyes he'd stared into so many times before. She had shorter hair now, reaching just above her elbows, and apart from her absence of glasses, she looked exactly the same.

He took a sharp breath. “Nisha?” he whispers, desperately trying to believe his eyes.

“It’s been a while, sunny.” she smiles.

Chapter One

Prequel to this series (Hangman X Phoenix) || The Wedding Bet Date

A/N - Thank you everyone for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests about this AU is mostly welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.

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Hi so a while ago I was talking to a friend about Azure in Super Paper Mario and figured it would be really cute if he found Blumiere and Timpani and brought them back to Flipside to see the old crew (featuring redeemed Dimentio) again so uhhh here's a one-shot about that, enjoy :)

(also yes i made this divider)

“He was, um… a good person, at heart. Underneath it all, he was only a grieving soul.”

“What happened to him?”

She sighed and chose her words carefully. “I… guess he finally got his happy ending.”

Nastasia was a very nice person, despite her monotone exterior. Azure was never one to judge a book by its cover, but he had to admit that the first time he saw the group of former villains, he immediately marked them as interesting. Even Dimentio, who he knew had a bad reputation, had settled down and got along with the others.

And now, he was wishing he’d listened when Dimentio and Nastasia warned him to avoid the glowing purple blocks in the air.

At least this mysterious place was pleasant. An open grassy field, a crystalline blue sky, the sun warm and inviting. Such perfect weather reminded Azure of the Mushroom Kingdom. “I wonder how close I am…?” he asked himself at this realization.

Regardless of where he was, he had to keep walking, or else he’d never get to any sort of civilization. So he walked.

And walked.

And walked…

Until finally it was dark, and he could barely keep awake now. The stars were beautiful, he could stand and watch them for hours if he weren’t so exhausted. But a break might not hurt, right? Just a moment of rest, and then he’d keep going…

“I never properly met the lass, but I knew how much he loved ‘er. Never been too keen on mushy stuff, but his story… it touched this warrior’s heart.”

“Did he ever find her?”

“I like teh think he did,” he mused, “but what it cost… his strength was more than I could ever dream to ‘ave.”

Wafting through the air was the scent of soup… cheddar and potato, the kind O’Chunks favored. Taking in a deep breath of the fragrance, Azure opened his eyes and looked around.

A small, cozy cottage greeted him. A few tapestries hung on the wall, the room decorated with simple wooden furniture adorned with houseplants and some picture frames. In the corner stood a hatstand where a white top hat and cloak rested, and the door opened to a very homey main room.

Azure sat up and took a good look into the main room. “Hello?” he called, throwing caution to the wind.

A beautiful lady with long white hair poked her head out from a hallway in the main room. “Oh! You’re awake…” She quickly made her way to greet Azure. “My husband and I found you passed out in the field outside… Are you alright? You’re not hurt, are you?”

Azure shook his head. “I’m okay, thanks for asking! It’s a good thing you found me, huh? I’m a Jewel Sprite, and I sort of exerted myself yesterday. My name’s Azure, by the way! Sorry to bother you, Miss.”

“Call me Timpani, it’s nice to meet you, Azure… I have soup on the stove if you’re hungry,” she offered, a kind smile on her face.

“Cheddar potato, right?” Azure asked. “A friend of mine loves that kind of soup.”

Timpani nodded at Azure, laughing a little. “You know your stuff, don’t you?”

“I love food! It’s one of my favorite reasons for traveling!”

“You’re a traveler? I’d like to hear more about that…”

“He woulda liked you a lot, y’know.”

“Really?”

“Why not? You’ve got such a love for life, I’m almost jealous. You could teach him a thing or two,” she giggled. “But in his defense, he was a really sweet guy. Cared a lot about us, right up ‘til the end.”

Mimi would have adored Timpani’s dress; white accented with rainbows to match her hair. Azure commented on this, to which Timpani replied her husband had made it for her.

“You seem to love your husband a lot, huh? Where is he right now?” Azure asked before taking a sip from his bowl.

“He’s out in the garden,” Timpani replied, “he should be in for dinner soon. He’s very sweet, I think he’ll like you.”

As if on cue, the back door opened, and stepping inside was what Azure could only describe as a shadow person. He had bright glowing orange eyes and was brushing dirt off his coat, and upon seeing Azure, smiled politely. “I see that you are awake.”

“Azure, this is my husband, Count Blumiere. He carried you here when we found you… Blumiere, this is Azure, he was lost when we found him,” Timpani introduced them.

“Thanks for the help, Count!” Azure chirped. “And you too, Lady Timpani. I’d like to get your soup recipe for my friend when I get back, I think he’d love it.”

Timpani smiled. “Of course.”

“Where were you heading, Azure?” the Count asked, looking at the Sprite expectantly.

He shrugged. “I kinda got sucked into a warp hole and landed here. This place is kinda familiar though. If I’m not mistaken, that mountain to the north is Shiver Mountain, which means to the west is Toad Town. I’ve got some friends there that can help me out.”

“A warp hole?” Blumiere furrowed his eyebrows. “Where did you come from?”

“A different dimension called Flipside. And, um, correct me if I’m wrong, but you’ve got some friends back there waiting for you, Count,” Azure smiled, hoping his assumption was correct.

“Full of himself, I’d say he was. Like a paradoxical water glass.”

“Everyone else seems to like him, though…”

“Ahahaha. You should know by now that I am not one to follow the norms.” His smile didn’t fade. “...I will confess, however- I did him wrong. He treated me with kindness and I repaid him with betrayal.”

A performance in Toad Town would be one Dimentio would most certainly enjoy holding. It was busy this time of day, but that didn’t deter Azure’s eagerness to get Count Blumiere and Lady Timpani to the castle to see Peach and Mario and the others again. Blumiere seemed especially hesitant, but Timpani’s patience and Azure’s optimism were enough to keep him feeling assured.

With the help of Merlon, the three of them were back in Flipside.

Somehow, Azure wasn’t exactly used to Flipside and got lost pretty consistently. But Blumiere and Timpani knew their way around, and all Azure had to do was mention that at about this time, the crew would be at Sweet Smiles for lunch for Blumiere to have a sudden burst of confidence upon knowing exactly where that was. When they arrived, though, he stopped at the door.

“Are you alright?” Timpani asked, gently placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder.

Blumiere laid his hand on top of hers. “I am fine, just… hesitant.”

“There’s no reason to wait,” Azure smiled. “They all really want to see you again, I promise. But you can take your time if you really need that.”

The Count took in a deep breath and smiled softly. “Thank you, both of you.”

And with that, he pushed open the restaurant door.

It wasn’t too full, but it certainly was noisy. They were instantly greeted by O’Chunks’ raucous laughter at the table in the corner, where the Count’s former minions were eating together as Azure predicted. The group fell silent as the three of them walked in.

Mimi stood up. “COUNT?!”

The Count froze, seeming alarmed. “Ah- um, yes, hello-”

Before he could try and explain, the shapeshifter tackled him in a hug. “Where have you BEEN?! We’ve missed you so much!”

He could only stammer in response.

“My Count… is that really you?” came Nastasia’s quiet voice as she stood up as well.

Azure peeked out from behind Blumiere to smile at everyone. “Look who I found!”

O’Chunks’ disbelieving expression turned into a wide and happy grin. “Well put me in water an’ call me a boat, yer alive!! Good teh have yeh back, Count Bleck!”

“Please, it’s Blumiere,” the Count mumbled, finally returning Mimi’s hug. She let him go and dragged him to the table, Timpani and Azure in tow. “There is a lot of catching up to do, I assume…”

“We’ve got all the time in the world, Count!” Mimi giggled.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Everyone turned to see Nastasia glaring at Dimentio, who was getting ready to teleport. The harlequin cleared his throat.

“Ah. I was… of the mindset my presence would not be welcome here,” he stated. Azure pouted, knowing Dimentio probably felt bad for what he did to Count Blumiere.

Blumiere shook his head. “I’ve been told you are changed, Dimentio. Despite what you have done, you are still a part of my crew.”

Dimentio tilted his head. “You… aren’t angry with me?”

The Count glanced at his wife. “I have been given a second chance in spite of my transgressions. In turn, I would like to give you the same.”

Awestruck, Dimentio only sat back down as the group happily began to fill Blumiere in on everything that had happened since his disappearance.

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