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all-my-friends-were-glorious · 2 years

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JACEN LYLE HART

The Avoidant Mess

"I understood myself only after I destroyed myself. And only in the process of fixing myself, did I know who I truly was." - Sade Andria Zabala

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Jacen Lyle Hart

Nicknames: Jace, Douchebag, New Kid, Flash Flood (Supervillain Name)

Faceclaim: Devon Bostick

Age: 24

Gender: Nonbinary Transmasc

Sexuality: Homosexual Homoromantic Polygamous

Height: 6′3″

Weight: 113lbs

Birthday: July 31st

Sign: Leo

Occupation: Unemployed; Supervillain; Guinea Pig for Tweek’s drug ring (Original Verse Only)

QUICK FACTS

Jace was tired of being used by Eric and refuses to ever be put in that position again. He helps who he wants to help, and will behave erratically and strangely otherwise to make people avoid him.

While it started as “If I’m weird and gross people will leave me alone”, but it turned into a compulsion to put things in his mouth that are not edible and often toxic or dangerous.

Instead of gum he sometimes chews on gum wrappers.

He has eaten Tide Pods exactly three times, the first time being something he did while high as a joke, the second time he was high and the Tide Pod had a Good Texture, the third time he was sober and just craved the texture.

While he hasn’t drank bleach, he has thought about it.

He will eat almost anything and do almost anything for money for his drugs. He has actively scraped gum off the sidewalk with his face and chewed it for five bucks once.

Despite doing drugs, drinking, and having risky sex to get people to avoid him, Jace still gets used by people. But he feels like he does it on his own terms so he doesn’t mind it.

Michael is someone that he looks up to, loves, and cares for. If Michael tells him not to do something, he’s most likely to listen.

His Michael has enacted a sort of Dental Preservation Ritual for Jace with Kaiwha, in which he inflicts dental trauma on others in order to take the injury/pain from Jace. He has a propensity for chewing on and eating things that will damage his teeth, but it’s almost impossible for him to stop.

When Jace’s parents split when he was ten, his mother had his last name changed from Rogers to her maiden name, Hart. She changed her name, as well, and they moved into a two-bedroom apartment together. His father forfeited his custody for paying child support.

Jace had a crush on Jonah for a while, and continually fell for his cruel tricks. It took the one accident between them for Jace to finally fear him. Jonah lit an abandoned building on fire, only to find out that it was not abandoned, but had Jace and a cat he was nurturing inside. While Jonah saved Jace, he didn’t notice the cat, and Jace never forgave him. The salt in the wound was that Jonah proceeded to lie about whose fault the fire was, and blamed Jace for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

He was born in Idaho, then moved to Kentucky, Montana, a super tiny town in Arizona, Nevada, and then stayed in South Park for the remainder of his life.

He did not speak at all for the first twelve years of his life. Now, he rambles a lot.

His first Dragonshout was perfect, though they varied in efficacy throughout his run as the Dragonborn.

While he is embarrassed about it, now, Jace’s first crushes were Kenny, Chris Donnely, Scott Malkinson, Butters Stotch, Kevin Stoley, and Kevin McCormick. He would still be more than happy if they would give him the time of day.

He has a terrible oral fixation.

For a lot of common things, he will use the wrong words. He thinks it’s funny and not malicious, though Pete would disagree. His favorite is calling energy drinks “inner gay” drinks.

He will do literally anything for money. He has gotten tazed twice in a row for $20 before.

Sometimes, he writes down his trips, and they are never worded very well.

Even if it makes no sense or has great leaps in logic, Jace almost always speaks his mind nowadays.

He is terrified of Robbie, but thinks Travis is the bee’s knees.

Currently, despite not really needing to, he is squatting in a house on the edge of town. Squatter’s rights say he has to live there for ten years before he can do anything about it, but he’s really only taking it day by day.

He adopted a mama cat and her two kittens into the house he’s staying in. The mother is Diana, and the babies are Susie-Q (long-haired female), and Boris (short-haired male).

Jace is very compulsive and impulsive, both. His impulse control is determined entirely by whoever is with him.

When he was younger, he wanted a pet rhinoceros. He never stopped wanting one, but he has adopted one on a sanctuary in Africa. He always gets super excited for them at the zoo, if he gets to go.

Sometimes when he’s high, he’ll hang out in Michael’s attic with his familiar, Ebon. He can’t really speak the snake’s language, but he does talk to him a lot.

To this day he remains friends with his versions of Butters and Clyde. He has offered friendships to the ones here.

While high, he once ate an entire roll of clear scotch tape, under the impression that it was a really bland Fruit By The Foot. Eric is the reason he believed that.

Jace has died twice. Once, he was brought back via necromancy, and the other time he had to use his Netherborn abilities. The first time was a drug overdose, and the second was trying to help Butters not get caught with a body. It lead to a painful, excruciating, violent death.

Jace has been accidentally electrocuted at a crosswalk. It was not Tweek’s doing.

Not only does he not have any self-preservation instincts, but he is also just very, very unlucky.

Jace has swallowed a lot of things that are inedible, but his favorites are bouncy balls, aquarium gravel, laundry detergent/fabric softener, entire wood pencils, and rubber dog toys.

Jace falls in lust very easily, but falls in love very, very slowly. He is 100% more likely to love someone if they have slept with him.

While he isn’t exactly a pacifist, Jace is most definitely a coward.

Headcanons Masterlist

TAGS LIST

Overcome And Completely Silent Now With Heaven's Help You Cast Your Demons Out (Jace Hart)

Won't Someone Come Save Us From This Story Line Of Mass Destruction? (Jace Musings)

Mom Tod Me That She's Worried And I Couldn't Give A Shit (Jace Aesthetic)

I Like Your Spotty Sweater (Jace Closet)

He's Too Stoned Nintendo (Jace Headcanons)

These Drugs Are Fucking With My Head (Jace Journal Entries)

VERSES

TBD

MAINS AND SHIPS

MAINS

@nxwkid - Alex/Douchebag/New Kid - Well I'm Just Like You I've Got No Name At All The Whole World Against You You Give Everything (Jace and Alex - Nxwkid)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Travis - Let It Rain Let It Pour (Jace and Travis - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Travis and Robbie - One Hundred Bad Days Made A Hundred Good Stories (Jace and Travis and Robbie - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Michael - Sometimes I Think Of Doing Terrible Things I Know I Shouldn't Think It But I Do Anyway (Jace and Michael - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Ryan - If You Spook Me You'll End Up Dead Spook Me Again You'll End Up Undead (Jace and Ryan - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@south-park-saints-and-sinners - Scott - I Died In Your Arms Tonight I Slipped Through Into The Afterlife It Was Nice (Jace and Scott - South-Park-Saints-And-Sinners)

@south-park-saints-and-sinners - Chris - We Haven't Won And If We Win And If The Morning Light Sets In We've Cheated Fate Again (Jace and Chris - South-Park-Saints-And-Sinners)

@suckmahballskahl - Eric - Your Monster Is Alive Now And He's Taken To The Streets (Jace and Eric - Whaatevaidowhatiwant)

@bigbadwolfletthegamesbegin - Scott - Super Automatic Pilot Motor Running Down Circles In The Parking Lot (Jace and Scott - Squealformepiggy)

@butyoudidntbreakme - Mole - Here's Where The Second Best Overtakes The Rest (Jace and Mole - Butyoudidntbreakme)

@on-orions-belt - Rosenburg - We Could Spend The Night Watch The Earth Come Up (Jace and Rosenburg - On-Orions-Belt)

Here - Strike Me Down Should Have Held It All Along (Jace and Jonah)

SHIPS

TBD

#Overcome And Completely Silent Now With Heaven's Help You Cast Your Demons Out (Jace Hart)#Won't Someone Come Save Us From This Story Line Of Mass Destruction? (Jace Musings)#Mom Tod Me That She's Worried And I Couldn't Give A Shit (Jace Aesthetic)#I Like Your Spotty Sweater (Jace Closet)#He's Too Stoned Nintendo (Jace Headcanons)#These Drugs Are Fucking With My Head (Jace Journal Entries)#Well I'm Just Like You I've Got No Name At All The Whole World Against You You Give Everything (Jace and Alex - Nxwkid)#Let It Rain Let It Pour (Jace and Travis - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)#Sometimes I Think Of Doing Terrible Things I Know I Shouldn't Think It But I Do Anyway (Jace and Michael - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)#One Hundred Bad Days Made A Hundred Good Stories (Jace and Travis and Robbie - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)#We Haven't Won And If We Win And If The Morning Light Sets In We've Cheated Fate Again (Jace and Chris - South-Park-Saints-And-Sinners)#I Died In Your Arms Tonight I Slipped Through Into The Afterlife It Was Nice (Jace and Scott - South-Park-Saints-And-Sinners)#Your Monster Is Alive Now He's Taken To The Streets (Jace and Eric - Whaatevaidowhatiwant)#Super Automatic Pilot Motor Running Down Circles In The Parking Lot (Jace and Scott - Squealformepiggy)#Here's Where The Second Best Overtakes The Rest (Jace and Mole - Butyoudidntbreakme)#If You Spook Me You'll End Up Dead Spook Me Again You'll End Up Undead (Jace and Ryan - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)#We Could Spend The Night Watch The Earth Come Up (Jace and Rosenburg - On-Orions-Belt)#Strike Me Down Should Have Held It All Along (Jace and Jonah)

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myname-isnia · 2 months

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Just remembered I stayed up until 5 a.m writing 2.6k of the filthiest smut I have ever written

#of course. a thousand of that word count is actually kuvira's jealousy and abandonment issues causing her to spiral #but still #and I'm nowhere close to being done. I stopped at the point of first penetration #so that's... 1.6k words of foreplay. damn #this is probably more than I have ever written in one sitting before #goes to show what I'm capable of when something actually interests me. turns out I don't even hate writing that much I just hate AIDIB #okay I don't hate AIDIB. not really. but I've struggled with it for so long that I can't help but resent it a little #and it's become very clear that I don't want to write it. I love the au and the idea and I will likely want to continue it in the future #but AIDIB in particular has been nothing but a hurdle keeping me from writing what I actually enjoy #I'm the kind of person who can't just focus on something else when I have an unfinished task #so it's hard to write anything without getting overcome by guilt that I should be working on something else #it's different with sotrl because I've given up on it by now. a miracle would have to occur for me to want to continue it #aidib is part of a series I share with kat and I want that series to continue. aidib needs to be finished for that to happen #but do I put in all my free time and energy into finishing it? no.#instead I stay up all night writing self indulgent smut that will never even see the light of day. what's even the point

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grantmightbeme · 4 months

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1/3/2024 7:35 am.

#over 15 years of my life I’ve struggled with this #more than half of my life I’ve lived in shame from an addiction I was unwilling to face or accept #years of self hatred #isolating myself from people I care about #losing sleep #last night I finally told my mother about it #I’ve never directly told another soul this was a struggle for me #the last I tried to it backfired horribly #I’ve read so many stories of others who have struggled the same #I know this can be overcome and things can get better #I also know this isn’t going to magically fix everything #it won’t be a light switch life changer #but -those- thoughts came back #I had them after the breakup with Margo and I attempted in May 2 years ago #I can’t go on living like this #I’ll be talking to my therapist too on Saturday #so many times I’ve said I’d change and did nothing #I want to be free #i want my life back #they say one month is the hardest #so here’s to seeing yall in February

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milo-is-rambling · 6 months

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Sometimes I lay in bed for almost two days just taking edibles and neglecting the things I care about in daily life (like theater and family time) and then I go hmm wonder why I did that that’s so shitty and then I look at the calendar and go ah yes it is once again the 18th

#happy year and one month since my dad died #that’s fucking crazy how has it been a month already since the last 18th #this shit is insane time just keeps fucking happening it makes me lose my mind a little bit it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine #and I feel no guilt at all about the anxiety that overcomes me every time I think about messaging my theater group chat to say I’m not #coming tonight and I totally don’t feel horrible about not texting the group chat either #so I just sit totally chilling and not having a panic attack and how I’m a bad person for just not going to theater today even tho one is #forcing me and it’s a rehearsal and a lighting rehearsal at that so they don’t really NEED me there #and they didn’t say anything when I didn’t go yesterday. therefore. it’s fine. right? ahhhhh it’s fineeeee #totally fine I can blame my dads death for why I wasn’t there not that my social battery is dead and I feel like I haven’t slept a full #night in like a month

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heich0e · 5 months

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yuuji calls sukuna a lot.

it's almost like second nature to him now, muscle memory even, so many years since getting his first cellphone; any time he finds himself idle, maybe on his walk home after his part-time job, or on a break between his college classes, he picks up his phone and dials his older brother without thinking. they never talk about anything of importance—maybe just what yuuji did that day, or some gossip he overheard, or what the two of them should have that night for dinner—but he still makes the call.

sukuna always acts annoyed when he answers, greeting him with a characteristically terse 'yeah, what?' that yuuji never pays any mind to. but he still answers the call—at least most of the time—and that simple truth speaks volumes in and of itself.

sukuna's phone rings at a few minutes past 1am, and his little brother's name lights up the caller ID.

"yeah, what?" sukuna snaps groggily, holding his phone up to his ear. he'd passed out on the couch soon after he got home from work, a half-drunk and now room temperature can of beer left abandoned on the table in front of his spread knees. yuuji's babbling starts as soon as the call connects and his brother greets him, and it takes sukuna a moment to make sense of him.

"—'n now i can't finder!"

"the hell are you talking about, dumbass?" the elder of the two grumbles, scrubbing a hand across his face. his brother's voice is panicked and hard to understand.

"we got spliddup at the bar, 'n now i dunno where she is anymore—"

"don't know where who is? fuck, are you hammered?" sukuna complains, sitting himself upright on the sofa as he wipes sleep from the corner of his eyes, suddenly a bit more awake than he was when the phone first rang.

yuuji says your name with a croaking, worried voice, and sukuna sighs exasperatedly. he stares down pensively at the can of beer he forgot to drink on the coffee table, then his eyes flicker to a framed photo hanging on the wall across the room—the glass smudged, frame slightly crooked, and photograph sun-bleached from the years it's spent hanging there.

"just..." he grunts as he pushes himself up to his feet, "fuckin' send me the address and stay where you are, idiot."

it's not hard to find his little brother once he arrives to the address yuuji sent him—especially since the youngest itadori brother is waiting (as promised) right by the entrance of the familiar bar near the university campus where both you and yuuji attend classes. it's still busy for so late in the night, but the clubs are closed now and little bars like this are the only places still open. sukuna's not even sure what the difference is anyway, because the lights here are still dim and the music is loud and there are still people dancing off to one side of the establishment, so the distinction between the two seems tenuous if not entirely negligible. but as someone who's spent his fair share of nights in bars just like (and including) this one, he's usually not really one to complain.

but tonight's different.

yuuji is teetering a bit when his brother arrives—an unusual sight, considering he's usually pretty good at holding his liquor.

"shit, how much did you drink?" are the first words out of sukuna's mouth when he approaches.

the youngest itadori's cheeks are flushed as pink as his hair, and he grimaces in the wake of the eldest's question—he's always been a terrible liar, especially when it comes to his brother, so he doesn't even bother trying to deny it. sukuna doesn't wait for a response in any case, turning his head towards the thick of the crowd and letting his eyes scan through it.

he doesn't see you.

"where'd you see her last?" he asks, leaning towards his brother to be heard over the music.

"by the bar!" yuuji replies, raising his own voice to overcome the bass. "she said she was getting one last drink, but she never came back to the table."

yuuji's lip wobbles a bit as he concludes his sentence, but he sucks it quickly into his mouth and catches it between his teeth.

"and you looked for her?" sukuna asks again.

"all over," yuuji nods, letting his lip slip out from between the bite of his incisors to reply. "fushiguro's doing another lap. nobara's checking the bathrooms."

sukuna ruffles a hand through his hair, suddenly realizing it's probably a mess from his rudely-interrupted slumber. "maybe she just left or somethin'."

"she wouldn't do that, you know that," yuuji says firmly. there's an insistence burning behind his eyes as he looks to his older brother, and it's the most sober he's seemed all night.

sukuna rolls his eyes, even though he knows yuuji's right—you'd never leave on your own, much less without so much as a goodbye. the two of you have been joined at the hip for long enough he's almost surprised that yuuji wasn't able to find you with some weird telepathic form of echolocation. he swings an arm up over his little brother's shoulders pushing him down a little just to tease him, before using his grip to tug him towards the crowd.

"you track down that little sea urchin friend of yours and i'll take a look around. meet me back here in ten minutes or text me if you find that little pest, alright?"

the bar is harder to navigate the further in sukuna travels from the entrance, the bodies pressing closer together with every step he takes away from fresh night air. he's pissed off, but that's not out of character for him. he's more pissed off than he usually is, considering not even an hour before he'd been peacefully sleeping at home, and now he's glaring at some drunk college kid who just almost spilled their beer on him.

"move," he hisses through his teeth at the wide-eyed kid whose life he can practically see flashing through his eyes as he shoulders past him. sukuna would be lying if he said the look didn't improve his mood at least marginally.

as sukuna weaves through the bodies in the bar, his eyes don't stop looking for you. it's almost startling how quickly he can rule people out—how definitively he can say that someone is or isn't you with just a passing glance. he starts to doubt himself as he reaches the far corner of the bar and begins to round back towards the entrance, an annoying, grating irritation in the back of his mind. worry, maybe, if he were the type.

then he sees you.

just the faintest glimpse of your profile, caught behind the shoulder of the man who has you backed into a corner by a pillar, hidden mostly away from the crowd—at least as hidden as anyone can be in a place like this.

sukuna feels his lip curling into a furious sneer as he takes a step towards you—people move out of his path wordlessly as he trudges over to that dark corner where you're tucked away.

it's only when he gets a bit closer that he's able to read the lines of your body properly. you're teetering, just like yuuji had been—the two of you had probably enabled each other in your intoxication that night like the stupid kids sukuna knows you both to be. but you're also distinctly uncomfortable, pressed up against the wall as if to put as much distance between you and the man hovering over you as you possibly can. your eyes glance off to the side, like you're searching uselessly for an escape.

instead, they meet his.

"sukuna," you gasp out in surprise, and the man you're speaking to glances over his shoulder in confusion. he seems annoyed, and a bit nervous, when he spots the man (taller, and broader than he is) standing behind him with a scowl.

sukuna hears the relief in your voice when you say his name. reads it behind your glassy eyes.

"what are you doing here?" you ask, reaching out towards him clumsily.

the man in front of you puts a hand on your waist—possibly to steady you, more likely to stop you—and it makes sukuna see red.

"hands off," sukuna snaps, wrapping a hand around your upper arm and tugging you into his side away from the creep.

"who's this? you said you don't have a boyfriend," the kid asks you, jutting a thumb towards sukuna accusatorially.

you mumble something quietly in reply about him being yuuji's brother, tucking yourself a bit closer to sukuna as you say it.

"your brother?" he asks as his eyes squint in confusion, having clearly only caught part of your explanation. "you're ditching me for your brother?"

sukuna's anger flares again at the entitlement this little brat has the nerve to display so flagrantly. the older man's hand slips down to your waist on instinct, and then lower still to the curve of your ass, making a show of how his big hand grips into the flesh beneath it. you squeak quietly at the contact, turning and hiding your burning face against sukuna's chest. he keeps his hand right where it is.

the stranger's eyes widen at the inappropriate display before him and sukuna leans in close with a vicious, almost manic grin.

"we're very close."

#sukuna x reader #jjk drabble #jjk writing #big brother!sukuna

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tonyjwash · 1 year

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The Dark Night of the Soul...

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sserpente · 7 months

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The Sunwalker's Gift

Synopsis: Legends say those who were cursed to live in the shadows are not lost. There is a ring, a ring of incredible power that allows its vampiric wearer to walk in the sun once more. If there is one thing you know, it is that Astarion—your partner, your lover—deserves to own this ring more than anyone. You put yourself in great danger to acquire it for him without his knowledge but in the end, you succeed. So now, what magical piece of jewellery would be more suitable to propose to the vampire spawn you want to spend the rest of your life with than this one?

A/N: Who’s the goose that’s on the loose…

Words: 1694 Warnings: so much fluff, mentions of smut, SPOILERS FOR ACT 3

Blood, tears, sweat, another suicide mission. The rusty ring in your hand almost appeared as if it hadn’t been worth it to risk your neck and sanity for it but appearances were deceptive. This unassuming piece of jewellery in your hand held the answer to Astarion’s prayers. The very object that had made this long and exhausting search so rewarding in the end.

He didn’t know about it yet. He had no idea you’d had a lead with this legendary object at all. And after months of relentless and disappointing searches, Astarion had all but decided the ring was just another myth created to mock him in his misery… to the very point you had begun to doubt your decision to stop him from finishing Cazador’s work and letting him ascend.

You took a deep breath, shaking your head to chase the thought away. No. Walking in the sun was not worth spoiling his mind, his very soul—regardless of the fact you would have never left his side. You’d decided that the night he had confessed his feelings for you. This man was to be yours, forever.

Now you’d give this ring a little bit of polishing, and a bath in vinegar and soap and then you were certain it would look as good as new. You couldn’t wait to see the look on his face, to see the first moment he slid it on his finger and stepped back into the daylight without tadpoles and sacrificed souls. Nervousness washed over you when you pictured your plan in your head but there was no doubt—only excitement and impatience.

Today would change his life for the better. Perhaps one day, if he so wished, you would even find a way to cure his vampirism altogether but for now, you wanted him to have this gift.

Your shared bedroom was empty, the sheets unmade and the smell of sex still lingering in the air. You were still getting used to the nocturnal lifestyle, of course. Staying up with him all night and sleeping during the day was messing with your inner body clock but it was a small price to pay to be with him.

The wooden door leading out to the balcony was open, the barest hint of light pouring through the gap. You approached it on bare feet, the hinges creaking when you pushed the door open further.

“There you are,” he mused without turning around. Astarion was leaning against the metal railing of the balcony, staring into the darkness. A few torches here and there lit the still-sleeping city as the sun began to crawl up from behind the hills, the chirping birds urging it on to start the morning. He truly was a sight to behold—shirtless and pale, even with the everlasting scars Cazador had inflicted on his back, you were overcome with the urge to drag him back to bed and have your way with him in an instant. You did that a lot these days—giving him pleasure upon pleasure without asking for anything in return. Astarion had learned in a rather rewarding way what your mouth and tongue could do for him. Teaching him to be intimate with you in a both consensual and sensual way was a task you were happy to pursue.

You hummed in response, walking up to him to sling your arms around his middle from behind, the ring hidden in the pocket of your morning robe. You pressed the side of your face against his back, his cold skin cooling your heated cheek.

He had been doing this a lot lately. Dragging out the final moments of the night, catching a glimpse of the sun and Baldur’s Gate below him before retreating to the shadows again to ensure his own survival. No more. You sighed.

“What is it, darling?”

“Nothing… I just… love you.”

Astarion chuckled—a barely audible sound coating your heart like sweet honey. At last, he turned around to face, your arms still wrapped around him. You had to look up to meet those crimson-red eyes and the gentle smile tugging on his lips.

“I love you too.”

“I don’t ever want to be apart from you again, my love.”

“Nor I from you,” he purred. His smile was gentle, genuine. You’d fought hard to make him drop that wall of feigned confidence and reveal the real feelings lying underneath. Now, you couldn’t get enough of it. “Let’s head back inside. I’m starting to feel… warm.”

“Just a moment, please.”

The vampire spawn raised his eyebrows but waited nonetheless.

“You said forever,” you went on, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Yes?” He dragged the word out and smirked, reciprocating your hug now; his palms resting against your waist. His closeness calmed your nerves, encouraging you without him knowing.

“I… I want forever to start now. I want us to belong to each other and I want everyone to know.”

“Oh my… you’re feeling quite poetic today, my sweet. I don’t object.”

The first sunbeams hit the stone floor of the balcony upon his playful teasing and you could tell that he was getting nervous, eager to flee to the bedroom to avoid the angry burns he expected any moment now.

With a deep breath, you freed yourself from his embrace and took a step back to get down on one knee. It was then you saw the surprise dominating his beautiful face, his lips parting. Determined, you reached into your pocket and pulled out the shiny ring, holding it out to him.

“Astarion Ancunín… will you make me the happiest woman of Faerûn and marry me?”

It took him a heartbeat to remember how to draw oxygen himself, it seemed. He muttered your name under his breath, red eyes fixed on the plain but powerful ring in your hands. He didn’t recognise it, of course, didn’t expect it to be what it was. He had no reason to believe that this unimpressive piece of jewellery was about to return something to him which should have never been taken in the first place.

“Marry you?” he repeated, almost unbelieving. “I… I do, love. I want… yes.”

Yes. You smiled, the weight of uncertainty falling from your shoulders at once. You took his hand in his, sliding the ring on his finger and rose to your feet again, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him.

Astarion melted into your affectionate treatment without hesitation, yet you could tell he was holding back. Uneasy, he pulled away.

“Darling, as much as I would like to savour this moment, could we celebrate our engagement inside?” He glanced at the sun rising higher and higher. Any second now the balcony would be fully submerged in its warm light.

Instead of responding to his plea, however, you only smiled at him. You were certain this would work—you had seen the ring in action after all, made sure it was safe before you took it to your love. You had met up with Dalyria, one of Astarion’s spawn siblings, in secret, only two days ago for this exact reason and she had volunteered to try the effects of the ring—saying it was the least she could do in return after Astarion had freed them.

“I need to get inside!” You reached for his hands when he panicked, holding him in place. Only seconds later, you were both drowned in the soft morning sunlight.

Astarion squeezed his eyes shut and flinched, expecting the burn and the pain the day brought him—but nothing happened. He remained standing, the sunbeams warming his skin.

“What… what is… how is this possible?” he breathed out.

“The Sunwalker’s Gift. It’s the ring, Astarion.”

His red eyes widened, disbelief swinging in his smooth voice as he looked down on his ring-clad finger to admire the shining piece of jewellery reflecting the sunlight. “But… but how? How did you get it?”

“The mage we found and spoke to contacted me a few weeks back. He put me in touch with a bard who meddled with vampires before—two of which, after a couple of pints, revealed that the ring was every vampire’s secret dream and rumoured to have been buried with a deceased vampire lord in the lands north of Rivington a couple of centuries ago. After that, the mage and I returned to do more research and discovered where his tomb is located.”

“And you went to this tomb… alone? Have you lost your mind? Gods, anything could have happened to you!” He was trying his best to be upset, truly. You had to hold back a giggle when his voice went a little high-pitched. It was flattering knowing that the only person this gorgeous man had ever truly shown honest concern for was you.

“I wasn’t alone, I promise. I had help. Halsin and Gale accompanied me.”

“Halsin I can understand. But… Gale?” He pretended to gag, eliciting another childish giggle from you. But then, his tone became more serious once again.

“You did this for me… I…” The very hint of an embarrassed laugh clung to his words. “I’m not sure I even deserve you.”

“You do. I love you. And you’re stuck with me now. You just agreed to be my husband, remember?”

“How could I?” Astarion muttered your name again. There was admiration and affection as it left his lips like a prayer. You had no doubt that part of him was still processing what this engagement ring really meant. It was too early still for joyous screams and running across the flower fields hand in hand. “Thank you. This is… I did not dare dream of this and yet you continue to surprise me. I just… thank you, my love.”

You nodded. “I told you all I want is for you to be happy. I would have turned every single rock in Faerûn to find this ring for you. Now come on. We have a long day ahead of us and a wedding to plan.”

Astarion smirked, his red eyes sparkling with joy, relief and affection. “Darling… there is nothing I’d like more.”

A/N: I am so crazy for him this is abnormal even for me. I'LL BE GETTING A GROUP PHOTO WITH THE WHOLE MAIN CAST AT MCM, I'M SO HYPED!

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Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female) Lots of fluff. Minors don't interact. Divider @/cafekitsune

Just cuddling in bed with modern!boyfie Sukuna. It's late at night, and you're both sleepy, but the dim indirect lighting is still on, bathing the bedroom in a soft, warm light. Sukuna is only in his black boxer briefs, and you wear panties and one of Sukuna's shirts with no bra beneath. The two of you are entangled in a warm embrace, cuddling and sharing tender, deep kisses. Everything feels so warm and cozy and a bit hazy because of how sleepy you are.

Your hands travel lazily over Sukuna's gorgeous body, caressing his broad back and his biceps. Just a light touch of your fingers to his firm muscles and tattooed skin because you love to be gentle with your bad boy. And you feel Sukuna's hands on your body, too. Slipping under your (his) shirt, caressing your waist with a matching tenderness. Your bad boy, who can be so rough with everyone else but who is so gentle with you, so soft only for his girl.

You feel sleepy but so happy with your boyfriend so close to you, his tall, strong body making you feel safe, his lips, which can say such rude things to others, moving so gently against yours and murmuring sweet nothings against your skin.

Those slow, deep kisses while your bodies are pressed against each other like that could easily lead to sex. But tonight, you both just enjoy this closeness, the intimacy of sharing those tender cuddles before falling asleep. Sweet, secret moments shared between the two of you. Moments that Sukuna would never share with anyone else. This side of him is only for you.

You only stop kissing when you are both too tired to continue. Your eyes fall shut, your breathing calms down. And Sukuna snuggles against you, lying half on top of you, resting some of his weight on you. Your arms wrap around him, holding him and caressing his tattooed skin.

You can feel him smile against your skin, where his face is buried in the crook of your neck. A soft, contented hum is heard when you scratch his undercut. You smile sleepily and turn your face to kiss the top of Sukuna's pink hair, overcome with how much you love him and how gently you want to treat him. Your feelings for him are evident in how tender you sound when you whisper,

"I love you, Kuna."

Sukuna's happy sigh, followed by a murmured "I love you too, princess," in that sexy, sleepy voice, is the last thing you hear before drifting off to a peaceful slumber.

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