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Hazbin Hotel: The Contract of Blood Ep. 3

*Hey guys, we're back with another episode! This is published on March 6, 2024. If you guys like this episode, don't be afraid to vote and comment! That would be greatly appreciated! Have a blessed day. Warning: vulgar language and an intense make-out scene. Enjoy!*

Episode Three: In The House of Lust

Angel flutters his eyes open, hearing sniffling. He sits up from his bed in the middle of the night, scooting off the bed. He peeks out of his room and looks both ways of the hallway. He keeps himself warm by pulling his bathrobe over his shoulders, preventing his shivering. As he walks down, he follows the sound of mumbling words. The words become clear once he steps closer to the room.

“No, don’t hurt him. Get the fuck away from him--”

Angel blinks in surprise to realize that those words were coming from Husk. He knocks on the door. “Husk?”

There is no answer, causing Angel to frown when he hears Husk’s sniffles. He turns the knob to test whether it’s locked or not, but to his surprise, it is unlocked. He opens the door, leaning his way into the room before watching Husk breathing heavily in his sleep.

“Angel, please, wake up.”

Angel arches a brow at hearing his name and tilts his head in confusion. He steps towards the bed to sit on the edge, moving one of his hands into Husk’s.

“Husk,” Angel calls softly, hoping to wake Husk up.

Husk groans, his ears twitch.

“Angel--” Husk opens one of his tired eyelids, noticing Angel sitting next to him. “The fuck?”

“You were talking in your sleep,” Angel points out, drawing his hand away from Husk’s.

Husk sits up, rubbing his face. “I didn’t say anything stupid, did I?”

Angel notices tears gushing out of the bartender’s eyes. “Well...that depends on what you think.”

Husk wipes his tears away. “Damn.”

“You must have had a horrible dream if it causes you to cry in your sleep.”

“It’s nothing,” Husk denies, wiping his nose after he sniffles.

Angel frowns and bumps his shoulder into Husk’s softly. “Hey, you know it’s okay to open up about things, right? I open up things about myself to you all the time--”

“I know. I know. But this...this is different.”

“How is it different?” Angel asks.

Husk glances up at Angel, noticing that the bruises and scratches were still there since he came into the hotel a few hours ago. He frowns and looks away.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Angel places a hand on top of Husk’s. “Did you have a bad dream about me?”

“What? No--”

“You said my name in your sleep,” Angel interrupts before Husk can lie about it.

Husk bites his bottom lips and scoots closer to Angel. “Yeah. But it’s nothing. I know that things won’t change soon. I just...wish I can kill that fucker for you.”

Angel smiles softly at Husk. “I know. But I promise you that I’ll be okay. I just got to do better and maybe it’s best if no one from the hotel comes to the studio. I know you all have the urge to protect me, but I’ll be fine. I promise.”

Husk frowns and sighs. “I don’t know if we can stay out of the studio.”

“I know. But...I don’t want to get in anymore trouble is all,” Angel says. “By the end of the day, I’ll still come over to my favorite bartender.”

Husk huffs up a laugh. “And you get to talk about the shitty things you have to put up with at work?”

“Yep.”

“Have a few drinks?”

“Oh yeah.”

Husk and Angel exchange loving stares.

Angel moves off the bed. “Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better, Husky. Good night--”

Husk reaches for one of Angel’s four hands, stopping him from moving. “Please stay with me.”

They both widen their eyes at Husk’s request.

“I mean, er--”

Angel softly grins at Husk. “Of course, Husky.”

“Wha--?”

Angel lays back down on the bed next to Husk. “Nothing sexual, right?” He smirks after asking.

Husk blushes and shakes his head. “Uh, no.”

“That’s what I thought,” Angel says with a snicker.

Husk plops down next to Angel. “This means nothing between us.”

“Uh-huh, just drinkin’ buddies, right?” Angel teases Husk.

“Yeah, definitely. You know, get some drinks, talkin’ shit, sleepin’ on the bed together--oh shit.”

Angel snorts. “Ha!”

“Yeah, I walked right into that one.”

“You always walked right into my jokes every time,” Angel replies with a flirty smirk.

“Let’s just get to sleep,” Husk says while turning over, his back on Angel.

Angel scoots closer to Husk, wrapping him up with his four arms and laying his head on top of Husk’s furry head.

Husk widens his eyes in shock. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Being the big spoon.”

“That ain’t a sexual kink, is it?”

“No, it’s a cuddle position that is not sexual at all. Totally platonic.”

“Platonic, right.”

Angel hugs Husk like a teddy bear. “Night, Husky.”

“Night,” Husk responds, purring at the warmness of the hug. He widens his eyes in shock that he was purring in Angel’s hold. It takes only a second before he relaxes, falling asleep in Angel’s hold and purring some more.

~.~

Bzzzzzz

Angel groans tiredly to hear the vibration from his pocket. He lifts up his tired eyes, noticing him spooning Husk from behind. Husk seems so relax in his hold that he’s afraid of moving in fear of waking up Husk.

He uses one of his two right hands to take his phone out of his bathrobe pocket and look to find Valentino’s name on it. A soft groan escapes his lips. He slowly removes his hold from Husk, careful to not wake him up. He walks out of the room and answers the call.

“Hello?”

Husk opens his eyes, hearing Angel’s soft voice. He listens to the conversation, sitting up. He watches Angel’s silhouette on the doorway, watching his shadow trembling.

“Val, it’s too early in the morning to do this shoot.”

Husk carefully moves off of the bed, tiptoeing to the door.

“Whatcha got planned later on?”

Husk peeks out of the bedroom, watching Angel hugging himself while on the phone with Valentino.

“Okay...I’ll be there,” Angel says with a groan. “Yeah...I--I l-love you too.”

“Good boy,” Husk hears Valentino say at the other end of the line.

Angel hangs up, breathing shakily.

“You don’t have to go,” Husk utters, nearly causing Angel to jump in surprise.

“Oh, uh, sorry, Husky. Duty calls.”

“He’s gonna kill you, Angel.”

“I’ll be fine. It’s going to be fine.”

“Don’t you fucking lie to me and say that it’s going to be fine. You just came home with injuries twice in the row. What makes you think he won’t hurt you for the third time?”

“Husk--”

“Please...stay here. With me. With everyone else in the hotel. If Val comes, we’ll protect you from him. We’ll kill that bastard for you,” Husk begs. “Just...stay with us.”

Angel frowns, his eyes welling up with tears. His limbs are shaking, but Husk sees a red chain wrapped around Angel’s neck. “I wish things were that easy.” He walks passed Husk, as if he’s being pulled out of the hotel by the chain wrapped around his neck.

Husk breathes heavily, reaching his claw hand out to him, but withdraws. His red feather eyebrows narrow.

“Fuck,” Husk curses to himself.

“Fuck,” an innocent voice repeats.

Husk whirls around to find Bella standing behind him. With clenched teeth, he shushes her. “Don’t say that.”

“But everyone else says it--”

“It doesn’t give you the right to repeat it,” Husk scolds her quietly. “What are you doing up?”

“I heard you and Angel,” Bella answers innocently. “Is Angel going to be okay?”

Husk frowns and looks at the empty hallway ahead of them. He takes in a deep breath and exhales. “Yeah, he’ll be fine. Just go back to bed. I have to have a private conversation with someone else.”

“Oh, okay,” Bella replies while going back to her room to sleep in.

Husk, with a look of determination, walks to find Charlie’s room. He knocks on the door to Charlie’s room, hearing quiet footsteps.

The door creaks open slightly, revealing Vaggie peeking out.

“Oh, Husk, it’s just you,” Vaggie greets, opening the door halfway and leaning against it. “Need something?”

“I need to talk to Charlie,” Husk requests.

Charlie peeks over, her blonde hair messy with pajamas. She yawns. “You want to speak to me?”

“Yes...alone.”

Vaggie arches a brow in suspicion. “Why?”

“It’s okay, Vaggie. Go back to sleep. I’ll be back,” Charlie reassures her girlfriend.

Vaggie seems hesitant for a moment until she nods. “Okay, babe. Love you.”

“Love you too,” Charlie calls while Vaggie walks back to the master bed. She steps out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind her to give her and Husk more privacy. “Is there a problem with the hotel?”

“No. I mean, there is a problem,” Husk utters, walking away from her bedroom.

She follows after him. “What’s going on?”

“I’m worried about Angel.”

She frowns. “I am too.”

“Do you know anything about breaking someone’s contract?” he asks her.

She furrows her brow. “No. But I think Dad knows more about it than I do. He’s the ruler of Hell after all.”

“Do you think you could ask him?”

“Yeah, sure. Of course. But why does it have to private?”

“I just didn’t want to draw attention to the rest of the residents.”

“Oh, Husk, don’t worry about it. We’re all concerned for Angel and his safety. Where is he?”

“He’s already at work.”

“At this hour?!” Charlie gasps in shock.

“Yeah,” he answers with a frown.

Charlie slams her fist on her open palm. “Then I’ll give Dad a call.”

“Thank you, Charlie.”

She nods in understanding. Before Husk walks away, she adds, “I’ve seen the way Val treated him. I didn’t mean to make it worse by being there. I wish I can take him out then.”

“What stopped you?”

“Angel.”

Husk scoffs. “Figures.”

“Don’t blame him. He’s contracted to defend Val if he’s attack in his studio,” Charlie responds softly.

He nods. “I know how that is.”

She places both hands on his shoulders to comfort him. “Don’t worry, we’ll find a way to get Angel out of the contract. Maybe you too.”

He shakes his head. “I’m more worried about Angel than about me.”

She withdraws her hands off of him. “Okay. I’ll call around to see what we can do.”

“Thank you, Charlie.”

“No problem.”

~.~

The phone rings while the mysterious shadow is surrounded by duckies. An evil cackle echoes in the dark room.

“Behold, the cutest thing you’ll ever see,” a man responds as it reveals to be a blond short man with a bright smile. “Rubber ducky that moves all by itself! And it can swim through the lakes of fire! How about that?!”

There is no one in the meeting room present as he realizes his phone is ringing.

“Oh shit,” he curses in response, stumbling over the hill of duckies to get to his phone. He sees Charlie’s name with a gasp. “Oh, shit, it’s Charlie. Wait, what do I say? Hold on, I got this.” He answers the phone with a plastered smile. “Heeeeey bitch~!”

“Hey, Dad,” Charlie responds from the other line, pacing around her room while Vaggie is sitting on her bed to watch. “Can I ask you something that you know about maybe?”

“Oh, yeah, anything you want, I’ll provide. Except for sex. That would be weird,” Lucifer, Charlie’s dad, responds with a cringe look on his face.

“What? Ew, Dad, no. Look, do you happen to know how to get someone out of a contract with the overlord?” Charlie asks nervously.

“Uhh, eesh, yeah, that’s on the whole different playing field, kid. It’s complicated. Like it depends on what kind of contract it’s under. All contracts from the overlords has to tie in one of the seven rings of hell. You know, like pride, lust, greed, gluttony, wrath, sloth, and envy. Depending on which ring the contract is tied to, there are different ways of breaking them. Why?”

“Well, my friend, Angel, has been abused all the time by the overlord, Valentino.”

“Oh yeah, that guy’s a creep.”

“He tried to hire me one time.”

“Ew, what a pervert. You didn’t--”

“No, I didn’t, Dad.”

“Good. You could go for so much better than working at Porn Studios.”

“Also, my friend, Husk, he’s tied to Alastor.”

“Alastor?!” Lucifer exclaimed in shock. “That bastard!”

“Do you think there’s a way to break both of their chains?”

“Well, I’m not sure about Husk...but I believe that since Angel is working under Valentino, his contract would fall under the Lust ring. Which is something someone else knows about. Someone that we haven’t seen in seven years--”

Charlie gasps excitedly. “Really?! We’re going to see him?!”

“Sounds like it! I’ll call to arrange the meeting with Uncle Ozzie and we’ll go on the family roadtrip!” Lucifer responds. “You can bring your girlfriend and your friends along for the fun field trip!”

“And our daughter?!” Charlie chirps.

“Wait, since when did you have a daughter?!” Lucifer screams.

Charlie chuckles nervously. “Vaggie and I kind of adopted her off the streets. You should go meet your granddaughter.”

“Holy shit! I’m on my way now!” Lucifer replies while he hangs up on the phone. He marches around the office while singing, “My daughter has a daughter! Take that anxiety!” He doesn’t hesitate to pack for the road trip while making an important phone call.

~.~

Husk is cleaning up the bar with a sad sigh. He is in his own world until Charlie pops up behind the counter.

“HUSK!”

“AAH!” Husk shouts, stumbling back. He sighs in annoyance. “What the fuck? The day is just gettin’ starting.”

“Good news! There’s a way to help Angel.”

“Oh shit, really?”

“Yepperoo! I just called Dad and he says that he’s going to call up for an important meeting with the ruler of Lust, Uncle Ozzie.”

“Wait, what? What does that have to do with Angel’s contract--?”

“Angel works at Porn Studios, which makes his contract fall under the Lust category. Uncle Ozzie will know a way to get Angel out of the contract.”

Husk widens his smile. “That’s the best news I heard all day.”

“Hell yeah!” Charlie cheers. “We’re gonna help Angel! We’re gonna help Angel! I told the whole hotel about it!”

“Wait what?”

“C’mon, the others want to help. Vaggie and Bella are certainly on board with it. Oh, Cherri and Nifty are totally on board with helping him as long as Cherri gets to blow stuff up and Nifty gets to stab people that are our enemies. Nora seems like she rather come with us than stay here. And Alastor--”

“You told Alastor too?!” Husk gasps in shock.

“Yes, she did,” Alastor replies, appearing randomly beside Husk.

Husk yelps and stumbles away from Alastor.

Alastor tilts his head, cracking his neck while looking at him darkly with a stretched grin. “And you know what I say about this little adventure.”

Husk backs away from Alastor.

Alastor suddenly stands upright with a bright static voice. “I say that it’s a grand idea of taking a little break from running a hotel and have ourselves a grand ole time, involving helping friends out of contracts that were completely none of my business!”

“There you go, Al! That’s the spirit!” Charlie responds with her fists pumped up. “I’m gonna go start packing!!!” She runs off to start on packing, leaving Husk alone with Alastor.

Alastor chuckles. “You get scared so easily.”

Husk huffs, not sure how to respond to that without coming off brash. “Uh, with all due respect, but why are you coming along?”

“I’m mostly there to support Charlie and keep my eye on you to make sure you don’t use our shared powers to tear shit up,” Alastor responds with a snarl at Husk.

Husk groans. “Look, I don’t even know how I can even control those...things.”

“Just don’t have a powerful emotion and you should be fine.”

“Fine? What if someone is hurting Angel again?”

“Well, you’re going to have to stay the fuck out of it,” Alastor says, his tone of frustration.

Husk stops his questioning and seals his lips. He sighs and nods. “I understand.”

~.~

“Babe, calm down,” Vaggie soothes her energize girlfriend, who’s packing up not only her suitcase by Bella’s. Bella watches Charlie rushing to pack things up from her bed.

“I think we should let her get excited,” Bella suggests innocently.

Vaggie giggles. “Honey, you don’t know her like I do. If she gets carried away, she’ll drive herself crazy--”

“Huh?” Charlie responds, her pupils small and craze.

Vaggie and Bella exchange glances.

“See?” Vaggie points out with a soft smile.

Bella tilts her head. “Who exactly are we meeting?”

“Your other adopted family members! Particularly, your grandpa and your great uncle!” Charlie responds excitedly.

“Slow down, Charlie,” Vaggie responds. “She’s barely processing the fact that we’ve adopted her.”

“It’s fine,” Bella reassures Vaggie. “I like getting to know my “adopted” family if that makes any sense.”

“Of course!” Charlie responds.

It’s sudden that Nora enters the room.

“Geez, what’s the commotion?” Nora asks with a groan.

“Sorry to wake you up, Nora,” Charlie replies. “We are closing down the hotel until further notice and go on this big family roadtrip!”

Nora blinks in surprise. “Oh. Well, I hope you guys have fun.”

Before Nora walks away, Bella utters, “Uh, you can come with us if you want to. It’d be nice if I’m not the only child coming along the trip.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Charlie responds and looks at Nora. “What do you say?”

Nora takes a moment to ponder about it before she shrugs and says, “Sure. Let me go pack up my stuff from my place.”

“Yay!” Charlie cheers excitedly.

Nora walks away, leaving Bella with her new moms.

~.~

Husk hasn’t packed at all since he didn’t think he need to. He’s got overall straps and jeans and that’s all he needs. Who needs shirts when he’s got fur?

Alastor didn’t pack either. His red suit should be satisfactory unless someone plans on messing it up.

Nifty didn’t care to pack, more concern about chasing after the bug with her knife.

While they wait for Charlie and Vaggie to show up with Bella and loads of suitcases, the wall is blown off by the door again.

“Guess who’s back, bitches?!” Cherri announces, walking through the hole she created.

“I’m starting to think that you like blowing up that spot on purpose,” Alastor says with a sneer.

“I like to make dramatic entrances,” Cherri responds with a wink from her one eye. “Where’s Angel?”

“At work,” Husk says sadly.

“Already? Usually he has more time,” Cherri responds. “Ugh, I can’t stand it. Glad Charlie called me to ask for help.”

“Hey gang!” Charlie chirps as Bella and Vaggie follow her downstairs. “We’re ready to go.”

They hear the car honking. Alastor opens the front doors of the hotel to find Lucifer in a minivan with the painted ducky on it.

“What up?!” Lucifer shouts to the group, trying to avoid eye-contact with Alastor.

“Ugh, he’s back,” Alastor groans irritably.

Lucifer turns the car off and marches up the steps. “Now where’s that granddaughter I’m told so much about?”

Charlie leads Bella to Lucifer. “Uh, Dad. This is Bella. Bella, this is your grandpa.”

Lucifer’s eyes sparkle at the sight of Bella. “AWWW! She’s so cute! No wonder you both picked her off the streets!” He picks Bella up and twirls around with her in his hands. “I got a granddaughter!”

Alastor sighs. “What the hell is with the minivan?”

“It’s for our family roadtrip!” Lucifer points at the van excitedly.

“Isn’t that too small for us?” Cherri asks.

“Aw, don’t worry about it,” Lucifer says while waving it off.

“I can make it bigger,” Alastor brags.

“Oh, you’re comin’ with us?” Lucifer grumbles while looking at Alastor.

“Of course, I am. My pet seems to have an obsession with protecting his sweet, sweet Angel,” Alastor answers.

Husk rolls his eyes Alastor’s response.

“Speaking of Angel, where is he? The meeting revolves around him, right? He’s got to show up,” Lucifer responds.

“Wait, what?” Vaggie utters in shock.

“Oh yeah, Uncle Ozzie says that he needs to see Angel Dust when it comes to talking about his contract with Valentino,” Lucifer informs the group.

“But he’s at work right now,” Charlie gasps in shock.

Lucifer clenches his teeth. “We gotta leave now since the meeting is tonight and it takes a few hours to get to the Lust Ring.”

Husk starts to back into the shadows, sneaking out of the hotel without Alastor knowing.

“Well, do you think you can move the meeting to later?” Vaggie asks.

��It’s at midnight. Is that good for him?” Lucifer questions the group.

“Shit, he doesn’t come back till midnight from work,” Cherri says with a gasp.

Lucifer clenches his teeth. “That’s going to be a problem.”

Alastor looks around for Husk. “Wait, where the hell is Husk?”

Everyone looks around for Husk.

“He just bolted into the city,” Nora’s voice chirps behind Lucifer.

Everyone glances at Nora, who is drinking from her juice box.

“Which direction is he heading?” Cherri questions Nora.

“I don’t know, I just walked past him,” Nora answers with a shrug.

“He better have a good reason for leaving his spot,” Alastor growls darkly.

~.~

Angel finally has a lunch break. He groans in pain while sitting in his dresser room. Hearing creaking noises from the ceiling, he jumps from a sudden crash through the ceiling into his room. He blinks in surprise and sees Husk laying on the floor with a groan in pain.

“Ouch,” Husk groans in pain.

“Husk, what the fuck are you doing here?” Angel whispers to Husk harshly, helping him up on his feet. “If Val sees you, he’s gonna fucking kill both of us.”

“I know. I know. But listen to me. There’s a way to get you out of that contract.”

“W-What?”

“Charlie made some calls and manage to get us a meeting with the ruler of the Lust ring. He’ll help you find a way to break your contract.”

Angel blinks in shock. “You guys shouldn’t have to do that--”

“Do you want to keep being treated like shit here?” Husk asks Angel, giving him a pleading look.

Angel frowns and shakes his head. “No. But--”

“No buts,” Husk responds. “You said that as long as you are contracted to Val, you are going to be putting up with this kind of shit. It’s getting to the point where he’s actually hurting you. He’s going to kill you either he finds us here together or not.”

Angel trembles in fear. “You got to go, Husk. He’s going to be--”

“Come with me,” Husk begs, holding out his hand for Angel to take.

“But Husk--”

“Please,” Husk utters, extending his hand. “Do you want to continue to be treated like shit and have to force yourself to love someone you don’t love?”

Angel widens his eyes in shock. “You heard--”

“You were right outside of my room,” Husk responds, as if it’s obvious. “So, what’s gonna be?”

Angel bites his lips. He looks at his phone on top of his dresser and picks it up. He shifts a glance at Husk, frowning at him. Then, he surprises Husk by shoving his phone into the dresser drawer and taking his hand.”

“Please, get me out of this shit-hole,” Angel replies, his limbs trembling from the recent scars.

Husk nods his head, carrying Angel in a bridal style. “Hang tight then.” He jumps off through the hole on the ceiling.

Angel hangs on around Husk’s neck with his top set of arms while his bottom set of arms holds tight around his waist.

Husk looks down to check on Angel, noticing him trembling from the cold.

Angel holds Husk tighter in fear that he will fall off.

“It’s okay,” Husk says softly as if he’s reading Angel’s mind. “I got you. I won’t drop you, I promise.”

Angel looks up at Husk, who glances ahead. Then Angel shifts his gaze down at the ground.

“Holy shit. I never knew the city looks so small from up here.”

Husk snorts. “Yeah.”

Angel relaxes in Husk’s hold. “Bet you fly like this often, huh, feathers~?”

“Only when I’m in a mood to,” he says with a shrug.

“So, this meeting with the ruler of Lust...it’s supposed to help me with my situation?”

“Yeah. But they’re leaving now, so we have to hurry and catch up to them.”

Angel holds onto Husk and notices how close they were to get to the van in front of the hotel with Charlie closing down the hotel.

“He’s finally back with Angel!” Cherri notices as Husk lands on his feet, still carrying Angel in his arms.

Alastor glares at Husk while the others jump in excitement that Angel is coming along with them.

“Did you get off of work early?” Bella asks happily.

“Well, I thought I need a bit of a break from the set,” Angel answers Bella while Husk sets him down on his feet.

“Wait, will Val hurt you if you--?”

“He’ll hurt me regardless whether I was there or not,” Angel replies, interrupting Vaggie.

“Well, we’re gonna get you out of that contract,” Charlie chirps in determination. “That way Val will never hurt you again.”

“And we’re going to take a family roadtrip to the Lust Ring to meet with the ruler of the Lust ring himself,” Lucifer adds while showing his minivan. “By going on this cool ride! Let’s go!”

He snaps his fingers, opening the back of the van. Cherri hops in first while Nifty follows after her with snickers. Charlie picks Bella up and walks into the van with Vaggie and Nora behind them. Husk and Angel climbs into the back of the van, letting Lucifer shut the doors.

“Calling shotgun?” Lucifer teases Alastor.

“I rather call a driver seat, but since you’re the ruler, I suppose I let you drive.”

Lucifer scoffs while holding up the keys. “Oh, I’m glad you’re so humble.”

“Fuck you,” Alastor snarls.

~.~

“Are we there yet?” Nifty groans thirty minutes after departing from the hotel.

“We just left the city,” Vaggie answers with a deadpan stare at the cyclops maid.

“Forgive, Nifty,” Alastor replies, waving his hand like it isn’t a big deal from the passenger side. “She hates it when people are going slow.”

“I’m not going slow,” Lucifer objects, driving the van.

Alastor shifts his yellow eyes and notices that Lucifer is only going fifteen miles an hour. “Really? Your speedometer says otherwise.”

“It’s been a while since I used this van. I don’t want to burn up the gas by speeding up,” Lucifer argues.

“I can’t believe you drive like a grandma,” Cherri snorts.

“Dad, you could’ve used any other cars. You have like fifteen of them,” Charlie says with a groan.

“I know. I know, but this vehicle feels more family-roadtripy,” Lucifer responds with a shrug.

“That word is non-existent,” Alastor argues. It’s sudden that he feels a kick at the back of the chair. He whirls around to find Nora leaning back in her seat next to Bella, with both of the girls sharing earplugs to listen to music. He turns back around, feeling small kicks on his back. Alastor’s eye starts to twitch.

“Are we there yet?” Nifty asks with an impatient groan.

“No,” Lucifer answers.

“Are we there yet?” Nifty inquires impatiently again.

“No,” Lucifer responds again.

“Are we there yet?” Nifty questions again.

“No, we’re not even halfway across the desert,” Lucifer responds angrily.

“How long does it usually take to get to the Lust Ring?” Bella asks out of curiosity.

“Usually,” Alastor answers for Lucifer. “It takes about seven hours at a normal speed. But going so slow, it’ll take us twelve hours to get there.”

“Hey, our meeting is in twelve hours. Who knew we'll get there just in time?” Lucifer sasses Alastor.

Alastor gives Lucifer a deadpan stare.

“I need to use the bathroom,” Nifty complains.

“Ugh, c’mon,” Vaggie groans.

“Why didn’t you go before we leave?” Lucifer questions Nifty.

“Because I didn’t need to go then,” Nifty answers.

While everyone is arguing amongst themselves making a stop, Husk looks out of the window to see that they aren’t going to go any faster. Angel notices and massages Husk’s back. Husk starts to relax a bit while purring.

“Better?” Angel whispers to Husk.

“As long as Nifty isn’t looking to punish ‘bad’ boys, I think it’s better,” Husk says with a sigh.

Angel chuckles when he notices Husk kneading on the window sill with his claws. “But you aren’t a bad boy, are you?”

“Really? You’re going to ruin the mood.”

“I’m just saying. You’ve been a good boy~”

“Okay, I’m not relaxed anymore.”

Angel giggles. “I’m giving you hard time, Husky.”

Husk relaxes again, purring and kneading. He isn’t aware that he is scratching on the window sill.

“Husk, for God’s sake, will you stop scratching on the window sill--?” Lucifer curses until he realizes that Angel is giving him a back massage. “Oh, uh, nevermind.”

Alastor leans to the side to whisper to the blond. “They’re in a secret relationship.”

“Why secret?” Lucifer asks.

Alastor shrugs. “Frankly, everyone knows they’re on a date except for them.”

“I don’t follow,” Lucifer utters.

“I often wonder why you’re a ruler of Hell,” Alastor insults.

“Oh, fuck off,” Lucifer growls.

“DAD!” Charlie scolds while covering Bella’s ear that didn’t have a earplug in.

“Ugh! It’s been almost an hour and I haven’t blown shit up!” Cherri curses.

“Just roll down the window and get some fresh air,” Vaggie argues.

“Ya know, that’s a great idea!” Cherri chirps while rolling down the window and throw a bomb out into the desert near them.

“Are you fucking kiddin’ me?!” Vaggie barks at Cherri.

“Drive faster, old man!” Alastor barks.

“I don’t want to burn up the gas--”

“Oh, fuck it!” Alastor moves over and sits on Lucifer’s lap, pressing down the gas. The tires squeaks, creating smoke from the engine. It only boosts them forward by an inch.

“See?” Lucifer responds. “Now get your ass off of me!”

Alastor groans and moves off of Lucifer. The explosion blows up, nearly rocking the car side to side.

Husk sighs in discouragement.

“I still need to use the bathroom,” Nifty chirps.

~.~

Ten hours goes by as Husk is asleep at the window sill with Angel sleeping on him, holding him in his four arms like a cat. Nora and Bella fall asleep listening to their music and cuddling each other unknowingly while both Charlie and Vaggie snuggle the kids and each other. Cherri snores the loudest of the group, which keeps both the men up at the front.

Lucifer is still awake and driving, but appears like he can fall asleep. Alastor is still awake and alert, cradling sleeping Nifty in his arms.

“Say, why don’t we get some music in here?” Alastor responds, trying to find a radio. “What the hell? There’s no radio.”

“Because I’ve never installed it,” Lucifer brings up. “Radio is for old people.”

“Says the old man with a van that can’t drive faster than fifteen miles,” Alastor points out.

“Whatever, man. Stick and stones but words can’t hurt,” Lucifer responds.

“I can make them hurt,” Alastor replies with a darker tone.

“Oh, gettin’ horny for me?” Lucifer teases. “Usually when people get close to the Lust Ring, they tend to get horny.”

Alastor widens his eyes and then narrows his brows. “Fuck you.”

“Only if you want to--”

“I’m going to end your fucking life,” Alastor growls, his face growing darker.

Lucifer notices a city ahead of them with a gasp. “Hey, I think we’re here.”

“Finally,” Alastor groans. He takes out his microphone and announces. “Wake up and smell the roses because we’re finally here at the Lust Ring.”

The gang flutters their eyes open when hearing Alastor announcing their arrival to the Lust Ring. Charlie immediately covers Bella’s eyes when she notices people having sex in their rooms out in the open.

“In today’s weather, there will be storm and thirty-five percent chance of cum rain,” Alastor announces.

“There’s no such thing as cum rain,” Lucifer brings up. “It’s just regular raindrops. But those raindrops do get sticky and make people horny.” He says the last line with a small smirk at Alastor.

Alastor gives him a deadpan stare and announces, “Nevermind. There’s a thirty-five percent of horny rain. Make sure you bring umbrellas if you don’t want to fuck each other within five minutes.”

Charlie groans tiredly, still covering Bella’s eyes and ear.

“I give it a minute to work,” Lucifer interrupts.

“Would you butt out my announcements?” Alastor growls.

Lucifer parks the minivan on the curb of available parking spot. “Alright, everyone. Ozzie’s isn’t far off. We can walk from here.”

“Finally, we can stretch our legs,” Angel groans, yawning.

The back doors open as Alastor exits the passenger side with Nifty cradled in his arms.

Lucifer exits the driver side and watch everyone getting out from the backside, having their umbrellas up for extra protection except for Cherri.

The gang walks through the rainy streets of the Lust Ring.

Cherri tries to taste the rain to find it’s sticking on her skin.

Angel smirks to watch people having sex everywhere while shielding both him and Husk from the sticky rain. “Huh, this seems my kind of ring.”

Husk rolls his eyes playfully. “I bet it would be.”

“Let’s all focus on what’s ahead,” Alastor responds with a groan, focusing on straight ahead.

Charlie shields Bella’s eyes and ears by picking her up and placing her face against Charlie’s shoulder while Vaggie uses the umbrella to shield Charlie, Bella, and Nora.

Nora looks around casually at people having sex as if she’s used to seeing it.

“This is not freaking you out?” Vaggie asks Nora.

“My parents fuck each other all the time,” Nora says with a casual tone, earning surprise glances from the rest of the gang.

“Your parents sound badass,” Cherri responds with a bright grin.

“Eh, that’s all that saves their marriage,” Nora replies, not noticing Husk observing her the way she talks about it. Husk frowns at Nora.

Angel loops his arms around Husk’s and notices a sex shop they’re walking by. “If we have time, I would like to have a look at the sex toys. I bet they’re better than what Valentino has.”

“Oh yeah, Oz sells the best sex toys around,” Lucifer responds with a smirk.

“Maybe you can save the information for later when it’s not in front of the kids,” Vaggie informs while showing the kids.

“Oh come on, it’s just a casual conversation,” Angel responds with a hand wave. “I’m sure the kids know something about sex.”

“It’s Hell after all. I’m sure kids know more dirty things than most people in the living realm,” Lucifer adds.

“What’s sex?” Bella asks innocently, causing awkward silence among the group.

“It’s where two people get together and, you know, fuck,” Nora explains casually. “That’s how babies are born.”

Vaggie gives Nora a withering glare. “You don’t have to put it that way.”

“Well, it’s more than just people getting together,” Lucifer replies. “It’s suppose to be a beautiful thing that the pure angels create for purity sake for a husband and a wife. And we fucked it up.”

“Can we talk about anything else other than talking about sex?” Alastor groans irritably. “That would be lovely.”

“Just trying to explain it to a kid,” Lucifer responds with his arms crossed. “Look, there’s Ozzie’s ahead. I wouldn’t bring the kids in though since it’s mostly for adults.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll stay out here with them,” Charlie volunteers while staying outside with the kids and Vaggie.

“You know what, I’ll stay out here with the girls,” Alastor volunteers while cradling Nifty.

“Well, looks like the rest of you are with me,” Lucifer says as he leads the Cherri, Husk, and Angel to the club.

The bouncer notices them approaching and stops them. “Can’t come in unless you got a date.”

Lucifer leans over to Cherri to whisper, “Wanna be my date?”

“Ew, no,” Cherri utters.

Lucifer looks at Angel and Husk sticking together with a slow smirk coming up on his face. “Why don’t you gentlemen go in first since you’re on a ‘date’?”

Angel and Husk blush and glance at each other.

“You comin’ in or not?” the bouncer orders Husk and Angel.

“Uh s-sure, we’re comin’ in,” Angel says, holding onto Husk’s arm.

With a deep breath, Husk walks with Angel through the club before anyone come to the club.

Lucifer waves over the incoming crowd coming into the club for Angel to see. “WE’LL MEET YOU OUTSIDE OF OZZIE’S OFFICE!!! JUST GET OZZIE’S ATTENTION BY PRETENDING TO MAKE-OUT! AND REALLY GET INTO IT!!!”

“WAIT, WHAT?!” Husk and Angel shouts simultaneously.

“BEST OF LUCK!!!” Lucifer yells, whistling wildly.

Angel and Husk exchange awkward glance.

“Did he say to make-out?” Angel asks nervously.

“Pretend to make-out,” Husk responds.

Angel smirks at Husk. “And I’m not even dressed for our date. Cover for me, won’t you?”

“Uh--” Husk immediately sees Angel undressing himself from his bathrobe. He expands his umbrella to cover Angel’s nakedness so that people wouldn’t get a peek at Angel from behind. Angel whips out a gold dress, putting it on as quick as he can. Husk looks away while Angel applies golden eyeshadow and blushes. He puts on a gold lipstick and puts mascara on, making his eyelashes fuller like a woman.

“Mind zipping up for me, Husky?”

Husk glances to see Angel in his gold silk dress, wearing a pearl necklace along with a black collar. His chest fluff puffs up in the gold dress. The dress goes down below his knees, making it flow a bit. His golden eyeshadow matches his dress, golden lipstick glimmers in the light. Husk’s face goes red at the sight of Angel.

“W-What?” Husk questions, caught off guard by Angel’s appearance.

“Zip up my dress, silly,” Angel says while turning his back for Husk to zip up. Husk holds the umbrella with his inner forearm, zipping up Angel’s dress.

Angel whips out a black suit jacket and white buttoned-up shirt out from his chest fluff, giving to Husk to put it on.

Husk, understanding the assignment, gives Angel the umbrella to help cover himself from onlookers behind them. He takes the overall straps off of his shoulders and puts on his white buttoned up shirt, letting his wings fitting through the holes cut for him.

“I bought it for you since you don’t have much jackets and shirts,” Angel responds with a smile.

“Yeah, don’t wear much except for pants,” Husk replies while buttoning up his shirt.

“Oh, I almost forgot something,” Angel says while getting the red tie out of his chest fluff. “Here you go.”

Husk puts on the overall straps over his shoulders again once he buttoned up his white shirt, putting on the jacket and tie as the final product.

However he struggles to put the tie on.

“Damn it,” Husk growls impatiently.

“Here, let me help you, Husky~” Angel lifts Husk up against the wall.

Husk can’t believe how close Angel is, his mind running different miles. His face gets more beet red the closer Angel’s face inch towards him. Though, he looks down to see Angel helping tying his tie just right.

Angel let Husk down, closing the umbrella for both of them. He notices Husk’s face redder than a red skies of Hell. “What do you think I was going to do?”

“I-I--I don’t know,” Husk stutters, his crotch going hard for a moment.

Angel looks ahead to see the club ahead. “We’re here.”

Husk gulps while holding Angel’s hand.

~.~

The music thumps on the walls of the club as Husk and Angel enters the club. Husk feels light-headed from the sudden aroma in the room. He looks to find couple making out with each other on the tables.

“Let’s sit over here,” Angel points at the empty table.

Husk doesn’t pay attention, smelling the lavender scented aroma that’s driving him crazy. He nods carelessly as they both sit at the empty table.

Husk looks at Angel outshining the lights of the room by his golden dress. He doesn’t pay attention to his surroundings or the waiter coming to the table to take their orders. Hell, he can’t hear the words Angel says except,

“Is there anything you want, Husky?” Angel asks Husk casually.

“Huh? You,” Husk blurts out.

Angel widens his eyes in shock. Then he smirks. “I mean for food, silly.”

“Shit, uh, salmon, please?” Husk requests.

“We’ll get those orders for you,” the waiter responds and walks off.

Angel notices Husk holding his head. “What’s going on with ya? You’re not usually like this.”

“The scent in the room is fucking with my head,” Husk responds, breathing heavily from the heat in his room without being aware of being hard more.

Angel notices Husk’s hard-on and smirks. “You need help down there, Husky?”

“Huh?”

“You’re going hard.”

He looks down and covers his crotch. “Don’t you even think about it.”

“Hey, at least I asked,” Angel responds with a smirk. “Are you sure you don’t want to make-out right now?”

“Not until this Oz guy shows up,” Husk responds. “Where the hell is he?”

The room goes dark, leaving Angel’s gold dress to glimmer in the blue lights. The blue smoke appears on the stage before them. The jester imp with robotic limbs hidden under the fun clothes appears on stage. His white face with a red round nose and blush cheeks glistens in the pure white light on stage. His clown hat covers his broken horns while holding the microphone.

“Ladies and gentleman,” he announces. “I see some sexy faces around here tonight!”

The platforms with the poles hangs down while the strippers were on it.

Angel widens his eyes in shock and amazement while the clown imp announces.

“Welcome, welcome to Ozzie’s! Here you can play your sick fucked up fantasies!” the clown responds. “My name is Fizzarolli. Some of you may know me as that clown in Loo-Loo Land or those sex bots at the Porn Studios in the Pride Ring!”

“Huh, I always wondered what those robot servants were modeled after,” Angel mutters to himself.

Husk isn’t listening, trying to search for Ozzie.

“Asmodeus, the King of Lust, is in the midst of getting ready. But while we wait for Ozzie, mind if I tell ya a few jokes? Remember the extermination that happens four months ago? I know that it ain’t got no affect on us since we’re hellborn, but can you believe it, the king and his daughter of hell fought the fucking angels just to save a hotel to help sinners! The joke isn’t even on the hotel or the king and princess themselves. It’s more on the angels thinking that they can actually defeat Lucifer and his daughter! And Adam--that first dick of all dicks--got fucking stab by the petite maid!”

The demon imps laugh at the joke of the extermination except for Angel and Husk.

“The hotel is a fucking waste of time!” one of the audience calls out.

Fizzarolli shakes his head. “Now, now, I respect Little Charlie’s--I mean, the princess’ work. I don’t think trying to redeem sinners is possible, buuut you know, anything is possible down here. Speaking of possibilities, let’s give it up for Asmodeus! GIVE HIM SOME LOVE!!!”

The audience cheers as the smoke appears, a song beginning while a giant burly muscular blue diamon appear, his hair flames with two other faces. He has two giant feather sticking up, one red and one white. He takes off his shirt, to show off his muscles. Then he sings,

“Let’s begin now.

Oh, you come here to party!

Oh, you come here to get fuckin’!

Let me tell ya, you’ve come to the right place.”

He starts to dance in the music, sweeping the room with blue smoke that now makes Husk’s headache worse. Angel coughs from the smoke as this King of Lust named Ozzie continues to sing.

“If ya like blowjobs.

If ya like makin’ out.

If ya like to have sex.

Then you’ve come to the right place!”

Angel widens his smile more. “Holy fuck! This is insane!”

Ozzie sings, shaking his hips in a sexy manner.

“In the House of Lust,

You can find all of the pleasures in the world.

In the House of Lust,

You don’t have to worry about public appropriation!

Just give each other some love, mhm!

Go on now!”

Angel blinks in surprise. “Wait, is that a cue to make-out now?”

Husk rubs his soothing headache. “Wait, what?”

“Lucifer says to make-out to get Ozzie’s attention,” Angel points out while Ozzie is dancing on the pole pointing at those demons who were getting into sex.

“Fuck,” Husk utters in shock. “How do we go about this? Uh, do I kiss first or do we just take our clothes off right away? Ooh, I don’t like the thought of that--”

Angel smirks at Husk. “You’re talking as if you’ve never done this.”

“Yeah, because I’m a fucking virgin,” Husk blurts out to Angel.

Angel looks in shock. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah!”

Angel smirks. “Guess we’re going to have to fix that whenever you’re ready.”

Ozzie continues to sing.

“They say love is in the air,

But it’s getting too heated in here,

Just for romantic lovers to fall in love.

So, let’s say this again!”

Ozzie points to a female demon imp giving a male imp a blowjob under the table.

“If ya like blow-jobs!”

Ozzie points to a male demon imp making out with a transman demon imp.

“If ya like makin’ out!”

Ozzie points out the couple under the table, moaning loudly for the patrons to hear around them.

“If ya like havin’ a mind-blowing sex,

You’ve come to the right place!”

Ozzie sings the chorus, almost ending the song.

“In the House of Lust,

You can find all of the pleasures in the world.

In the House of Lust,

You don’t have to worry about public appropriation!

Just give each other some love, mhm!

Go on now!”

Husk breaths heavily while Angel tugs at his suit jacket. “S-So how do we go on about this--?”

“Trust me,” Angel whispers into Husk’s face, kissing his lips.

Husk gasps in shock, not sure what to do.

Angel breaks away. “You’re so inexperience with kissing.”

“I never had anyone kiss me--”

“Hmm, maybe I can fix that just for tonight,” Angel whispers while kissing his lips again.

Once Angel breaks away, Husk gains his breath.

“Wait, wait, this doesn’t mean anything between us, right?”

“Unless you want it to mean something between us,” Angel whispers into his ears.

“Shit,” Husk utters as Angel kisses him. Husk is so inexperience that he doesn’t know how to kiss someone’s lips.

Angel parts his lips. “Do this, Husky.” He demonstrates his pucker lips to kiss back with his lips.

Husk nods in understanding, letting Angel crash his lips into his again.

He flutters his eyes close, feeling Angel’s four hands roaming around his body. Surprisingly, Angel isn’t taking the opportunity to try to get into his pants, which he is mostly relieved of. Though, with this scent going into his brain, he is also surprised that he didn’t mind if Angel did try to unbuckle his jeans and do a blowjob. Shit, what is going on with him?

He feels Angel’s tongue trying to get into his mouth. His lips close at first, but he opens them, letting Angel gain access to his mouth. This means nothing. This should mean nothing between them. Just drinking buddies, on a ‘date’, making out to get some higher-up demon’s attention. That means nothing by the end of the day, right?

Husk and Angel separate from each other, gaining their breaths back.

“You’re doing good,” Angel whispers to him, his lips teasingly close to Husk’s. “Now kiss me like you mean it, baby.”

Angel kisses Husk’s lips, now passionately. Husk kisses back, grabbing the back of Angel’s head with his one hand while his other hand grabs Angel’s hip. Angel’s four hands now roam around Husk’s body greedily, with one of them feeling his hard-on and squeezing it.

Husk gasps and moans in surprise, his brain too fucked up to care. They fall onto the floor, knocking over their chairs.

“Fuck me,” Husk responds, too high from the aroma in the room.

Angel widens his eyes in surprise. This gives Angel the perfect time to make love to Husk if Angel wasn’t change after the extermination. But when Husk complains about the scent hurting his head earlier, he isn’t sure if he should.

A soft smirk comes up on his lips and leans forward. “Later, Husky~”

Angel starts to kiss Husk’s face, kissing his neck and sucking on it softly.

Husk moans and feels Angel’s hand going into his pants just to rub it up and down. Husk moans louder, gaining attention from both Ozzie and Fizz.

He stares up at the ceiling, watching all the colorful patterns up there before Ozzie and Fizz came into the view.

“Yeah! There you go!” Ozzie encourages.

Angel sits straight up in shock.

“Don’t let us stop you. Keep it going!” Ozzie responds happily.

“Actually, um, we need your help,” Angel utters. “It’s about my contract with Val.”

Ozzie arches a brow. “Wait a minute, are you Angel Dust?”

Angel nods.

Ozzie glances at Fizz. “Babe, take them to my office. I’m sure Lucifer is waiting there already. I’ll meet you up there.”

“Alright, babe,” Fizz replies while helping Angel get Husk up on his feet.

As Ozzie continues to entertain his guests, Fizz hurries both Angel and Husk out of the room. Finally the scent goes away.

To Be Continued...

#angel dust #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel: the contract of blood #nifty hazbin hotel #vaggie hazbin hotel #cherri hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer

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dreemurr-skelememer · 10 months

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Okay I keep getting confused on this and I hope u can give me an answer in a very simple, digestible, understandable way

How did Gin die?

after tantan (an au flowey, to clarify if you didnt know) possessed him and wrecked the place, gin was in recovery for a while

and it seemed like he was getting better. to the point that all his new cracks healed and he could safely move around again

but in the midst of hanging out w his brother, he suddenly just. started deteriorating without warning.

the thing is, he knew this was gonna happen. his father knew this was gonna happen. his brother knew this was gonna happen. they just didn't know when.

so yeah, ever so slowly, all of gin's close friends and family quickly came over to say their final goodbyes and he was gone.

thanks for sending the ask!!! i'm completely willing to take any more asks explaining or clarifying anything about gin..i could literally talk about him all day, so if any of u have any more questions.....u know..........i could blabber about him all day..............

anyway i actually have an unfinished oneshot of me fully writing out gin's feelings as he was dying. i doubt i'll ever finish it so i'm gonna put it under the cut freely for you all to see. enjoy!

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The world had felt like everything broke apart at that very moment.

It felt like a crack of lightning in a storm with a clap of deafening, resounding thunder as if it was too close for comfort. The kind that would send a jarring shiver and jolt around anyone nearby, ringing in an eardrum as if everything was destroyed at that very moment.

The Omega Timeline seemed blindingly bright and sunny on that day that it had happened, right outside the house that Gin settled in himself when he had first arrived in the area. He scoped it out meticulously, a piece of ground that reminded him just like home. It was in the middle of a forest with a bit of clearing around it, enough space for a yard for him to run around and play.

The memory was shut away as quick as it appeared, as Kin’s horrified screams rang out to the surrounding area. It was hard, shrilling, pained, and surprised all at once.

Gin’s eyes slowly attempted to open with that sound, yet a painful and sharp sting was prominent on the right side of his face.

He hissed greatly, wincing as his phalanges aim to rub against it. The pain was familiar, seething, and sharp. The familiarity reminded him of a faint feeling in the back of his mind, something foggy but not clear enough for him to visualize in his mind.

Gin’s face was shattered with cracks once more. He knew this.

His vision was as cloudy and as blurry as ever, staring at the tips of his fingers seeping blood. The blood glowed slightly, another familiar sight to him. But this time, he didn’t have time to process it, and nor did he care enough to. Quickly, footsteps began to circle him and his brother.

Ah, right. His brother… was here.

He finally looks up towards the person holding him ever since he fell over onto the grass underneath them through his hazy eyes. Kin’s face was warped with dread, dumbfounded and mortified at the sight of Gin shattered like glass once more. The scared expression on Kin’s face slowly started melting into an expression of sorrow, utter regret, as he processed what was happening at that very moment.

Every single vision that Kin saw, visions that he could never describe to anyone else. All the sights and dreams that only his father knows, ones of seeing his brother dead, were all finally making sense in his head.

It was always inevitable. He knew this, but why now? When everything was finally okay?

Such is fate, he assumes.

But I don’t like fate, he cried.

Fate gives me nothing but suffering.

Gin’s vision cleared up slightly as he began to reach up to his brother’s cheekbone, face immediately concerned. He’s crying. He shouldn’t be crying so much. Why was he crying so much? He still could not see as well as he wanted, but the tears dropping onto his own cheek from above said just as enough.

He had known the difference between the rain and tears, but either one, he’d wanted them to stop.

"...pap…" Gin managed to mutter out, his weak thumb brushing whatever tears poured out of his poor little brother's sockets. "...why are you crying..? Don't cry…" He continued on, the ringing and the sobbing getting a little louder.

"YOU'RE HURT!" His brother said, hands gently caressing Gin's newly formed cracks as not to hurt him any further.

"YOU'RE HURT AND I…and I…" A sniffle.

"...and I-I knew this would happen and yet…"

Gin felt a small squeeze on his free hand.

"...you didn't want it to happen, did you..?" Gin speaks a little more.

The cries grew a little bit louder.

The hand that squeezed Gin's held on a little bit tighter.

"Papyrus…" Gin's voice was airy, clearly a little bit out of breath. "I'm sorry, Kin…I should've taken care of myself a little better…" His already foggy vision started to get even mistier, feeling tears pool at the corners of his sockets. "I shouldn't…have been so naïve…"

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thereare some things i'd definitely change, but here it is unaltered from the doc

#gin sans #kia writes shit #(i made that a tag right....)#Anonymous

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anemxvisions · 6 months

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//ok my monster thoughts about the AQ

Ok first off Paimon read the freaking room omfg like please! Do you not see the state of Possion?! Like she just lost the two closest people in her life. On top of that I was crying laughing when Neuvillette showed up and clearly saw her going through it but he legit perked up and was so happy to hear how Sigewinne is doing like bruh XD

That out of the way lets get to the most talked about parts of the AQ

First the imfamous Childe throw by Skirk…honestly it’s actually what I expect from her. Listen Hoyo loves teasing us so they’re not going to show all dynamics with her. If anything this is a clear sign of her character especially as she referred to an all consuming whale as a pet. Her chucking Childe goes to show she’s not super entuned with human nature, given how long she’s been in the abyss makes sense. Bottomline I didn’t take away from the scene as comedic, yeah it got a little chuckle but after I heard how Skirk talked about him makes sense, Childe is the stray cat she found in the dumpster, stinky baby.

Moving onto the Focalor and Furina, yeah Furina needs a god damn hug and I’m taking her away from Focalor! My jaw dropped when I saw the hundreds of tally marks as she had to go through basically the same day for over five hundred years with the only thing keeping her going is Focalor’s message. God my poor bubble like she probably wanted to tell Neuvillette so many times but couldn’t I’m sobbing.

I do feel they could have hinted more at Focalor being separated, it would have made her sacrifice feel more impactful like Rukka’s but I digress she needed to be completely hidden in order to defy the heavenly principles which good for you girl. I just don’t like how Furina’s ‘reward’ for all of this is to live as a human like…five hundred years to get maybe at most sixty years? It does not seem fair or just, her suffering worth so little.

Neuvillette honestly was going through it but I’m so happy he wasn’t ‘betrayed’ by Furina like how a lot of us were predicting. I do however wished he had the like big emotional moment with her and not Focalor.

A thing I really liked is how the Fatui for once are not blamed for what happened and instead actually helped the nation out. The Knave said it best that organizations with abundances of resources should lend a hand no matter sides. She came to Fontaine first to save her home get the gnosis second. I am sensing the building blocks of her being friendly towards us for when she eventually becomes playable and yeah wincing and mourning the loss of her being the mean queen but who knows we still need Fontaine’s second world boss.

Nobody else said it but I am so mad at the lack of more Remurina lore! Like how can you heavily talk about it last quest and barely any mention of it?! I hear maybe in the future we will be getting more but I’m all huffy

So glad to see the arc was used, a small part of me felt like the arc in the fortress was never going to be used as a plot point so very glad I wasn’t disappointed.

Now onto the extra info at the end…the gnosis being the remains of the third descender is def giving JJK Sukuna fingers vibes lol like what the Tsarista gonna collect them all consume them and get the power of a descender hehehehehe…..

Anyways! Natlan crumbs and it’s the nation of war and dragons like hello!

Overall I don’t typically play Archon Quests expecting anything, I always set my expectations low so I don’t get unintentionally mad some bit I was hoping for isn’t add. I don’t really expect hoyo to really get into the nitty gritty details especially with archon quests and with a track record of many of the final acts falling short I was expecting this a fifth time.

I give this AQ as a whole a 6.9/10

The build up was great the cutscenes amazing urgency all the way until the end. There are ofc some parts where it fell flat but I still greatly enjoyed this quest.

#ooc;;#genshin spoilers #genshin spoilers cw #spoilers

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shitsngiggles666 · 2 years

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Hi @eileen-crys I know you blocked me. But it came to my attention you’ve been talking shit (get it?) about me. I seen a screenshot from your blog that I feel is a bit unfair and almost resentful towards me. Listen, I think you have every right to say what you want about me. Call me names, talk behind my back, hate me all you want. But I want to respond. I think even someone widely considered “a bad person” should at least try to defend themselves.

I don’t want to share a sob story, but I am more used to people being mean then kind to me. I don’t think anything you can say to me or call me would be new. I have been called stupid, ugly, annoying for pretty much my whole life. This includes everyone from school mates to members of my own family. Did this cause me pain? Yes, and it’s taken me time but I am used to it. I really don’t want to let people on the internet hurt my feelings. Here’s the thing tho, I genuinely considered you my friend and really enjoyed talking to you. I think your art is adorable. I think that’s why I feel so hurt tbh. We have drifted away, and that’s fine. If a friendship, even an online one ends over diffidence of opinion over the nature over the marriage of some old rich white dude then so be it. But I will not let you mock me on your blog without at responding. Keep that post up, I don’t care if you remove it or not but I think I can at least respond to it. This is my one request so I can get this off my chest

I never said that anecdote is false. I just think like so many online anecdotes it needs scrutiny, a source and cannot be taken as fact. I don’t just do this for Veronica, I do this for everything. The reason I was skeptical was I was always led to believe Veronica was still in school but working as a nanny and never got to teach. My religion is agnosticism and my overall philosophy is “question everything, don’t be afraid to say ‘I don’t know’ what we want to be true isn’t always the truth, complete honesty and an avoidance of bias. I have, and probably always will ask questions. Not just about John Deacon, but anything I am curious about. It’s simply my nature, and the more unsure I am about something the more I question it. Yes, it’s annoying but also understand that I annoyed my parents, my teachers, my professors and even people at work.

I got hooked on Queen some years ago after watching a BBC documentary on Queen and becoming enamored. The movie greatly disappointed me and even some what angered me (honestly I think it’s one of the more homophobic films I’ve seen). So I turned to the internet to feed my hunger. John particularly fascinated me as I thought he was dead originally but wondered “where was he”? I even related to him a lot as I am quite shy and quiet irl. John also frustrated me as there was so much not known about him. Back in the day, I was a HUGE johnica stan. Surely if John and Veronica had so many kids they were very much in love, and the narrative of John living happily ever after was appealing to me. Plus his son seemed nice enough. Cameron was who lead me to tumblr, and who led me from my Johnnica fantasies. Cameron made me view John Deacon as not just a person, but also a flawed person. I learned more and more about him and I started to think maybe John and his family are different than how I imagined. I was really forced to start being honest about what I really knew about John. I wish I can elaborate more as I can’t describe it but something about the whole Cameron and the Camily incident made me see John more human? Like more complex, and more like an everyday person and less of this caricature obsessed with cheese and impregnating his wife? I don’t have anything against John. I don’t have anything against Veronica. I am not some villain from a Carebears cartoon who hates love. I just feel so much about John is from fan assumptions and imagination. Hear me out:

Something I want to make clear is I have nothing against writing fan fic or fan art or what ever about real life people. I believe strongly in freedom of expression and no one should dictate what art is acceptable and what isn’t. You got mad at me when I opposed you encouraging your followers to report a “fan fic” casting Veronica in a bad light. Is it because I have a personal vendetta against her? Or maybe I strongly believe that if one is allowed to fantasize about the marriage of two British boomers writing countless fics about them conceiving their real life children, then you have to tolerate (not accept, but tolerate) different views. I am sorry, but fair is fair. Is it because I hate Veronica? Or is it maybe because I don’t think she would like art depicting her sexuality but accept that authors have every right to express themselves, but can’t dictate what others create. I don’t like double standards. Not to mention, not one of us can say what she would think or feel about it all. Remember, she’s not some fictional character! This pisses you off but I still think my statement is true, but we don’t know her as a person. So much we “know” about her is fan speculation and projection. Am I saying she’s a bad person? No. Am I saying she’s mean? No. What I am saying is we have to be honest about what is fan creation. Just because you’re popular doesn’t mean your opinion is true and anyone who even expressed skepticism is both a bad person and hates Veronica or even thinks she’s a bad person.

I just think she’s an individual whom has had only a few paragraphs written about her. If she wants to keep her life private, that’s her right. Same for John. He famously hasn’t spoken to the public for decades and that’s fine! Maybe he and Veronica are the couple from “When I’m 64”. I love to think that! But maybe it’s different. And it’s not my business and there’s alone. So, that’s all I have for now. Since I have been interested in Queen my life has changed. New responsibilities, work changes, life changes the whole lot. I have less time to spend online and even less time to bother with silly internet drama. Am I hurt? Yes, I felt like someone punched me in the gut, and is never easy to see someone you once really liked and considered you a friend insult you. I’m upset. But I feel 1) This won’t matter ten years from now and 2) if someone who has always been sweet and kind suddenly turns nasty over a ship isn’t really your friend. I have seen people with opposing ships still me friends. I have some really wholesome memories from lurking on X-men forums involving fans being friends despite arguing over who should be smashing who. I never took shipping seriously and probably never will. John Deacon and his marriage is not very important to my day to day life. I remember feeling sick and distressed for days when I learned of his affair with Pushbar the lap dancer. But you know what? The sun still rose that morning, the birds still sang and I ice cream still tasted good. And I am sure you will continue to hate me and talk about me to other Queen fans but I will never leave the Queen fandom. I won’t let some middle school drama ruin something I really enjoy.

Accuse me of causing drama or being a bully or whatever but I tried to explain myself. I am willing to talk in private with anyone with questions, comments and concerns but understand I have a very busy work week with limited internet access and other stuff offline.

PS I am glad you correctly identified my avatar as an ocelot! Most people mistake ocelots for cheetahs or leopards.

#I want my side to be seen

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luvyanfei · 3 years

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how they comfort you when you’re sad

ft. diluc, kaeya, venti, childe, zhongli, albedo, & xiao non-requested piece

diluc ragnvindr.

as stoic as diluc may be, he’s the most emotionally affected by your misery out of the others listed here, but he’s clueless in how to help. he’s not adept in everything despite being known for being a perfectionist and unfortunately, comforting you is one of them. he would reach out a hand to you, and then pull it back to his side before you notice. it annoys him greatly how he can insult the knights without hesitation and combat against his enemies confidently, and yet...

it’s easy to get diluc flustered over the simpler things in life. you’re usually so happy and lively, the light to his dark that he finds it almost eerie to see you looking depressed as you enter the tavern. you don’t even spare him a glance, and slumps down at an empty seat, your head splayed down on the table. out of concern for your wellbeing, the winery owner whips up your favourite drink free of charge and delivers it himself to your spot. instead of leaving you as one would expect, he pulls up a chair and taps the wooden surface of the table with his gloved fingers, stirring you to look up at him. he greets you in a monotone voice unintentionally, and shyly asks if there are any problems going on in your life. he may not look like it, with how distant he is, but diluc would be very pleased to help you.

with hesitation, you take the drink and start taking small sips from the cup. the savory taste melts on your tongue and your lips quiver slightly. before you know it, you’re reduced into a sobbing mess, your tears staining the floor. “what’s wrong?” dismayed, diluc rises up and pats your back, handing you a handkerchief from his jacket pocket for you to wipe your tears away with.

he ushers you into a private room where nobody can see you and rubs your hands together. he doesn’t talk, instead fixating on calming you down. dabbing at your swollen eyes and cheeks gently with a drenched towel, diluc cradles your face and leans in close to you, your foreheads touching. “i’m here, [name],” his voice is soft and delicate, a sharp contrast to his formal and uninterested tone, “i will always be here for you, so you don’t need to worry about suffering alone. we’ll get through this together, alright?”

kaeya alberich.

he’ll take you to the tavern with him for a nice drink. it won’t do you any good to be by yourself and moping, right? as hypocritical as it may seem, kaeya is fully accepting of you coming to him for emotional support despite being rather closed-off when it comes to his personal emotions. if you’re underage, he’ll purchase you a soft drink or juice, and if not, a glass of wine will surely boost your spirits up. his attempt to cheer you up is to temporarily distract you from it. quite clever of him, no? of course, his objective isn’t for you to ignore your problems altogether, but to take your mind off of it until you can think a bit clearly.

kaeya will act like a gentleman the whole time, letting a few teasing remarks slip out every now and then, but his attitude is toned down for the most part. after you consumed a plentiful amount of beverages, he takes a stroll with you in the night, passing by a bard stringing music on their lyre. this gives the cavalry captain an idea and he takes you into a secluded area, fireflies glowing to add a touch of whimsy to the scenario. still gripping your hand, he raises it up to kiss the surface and proposes you to join him in for a dance under the moonlight and stars.

kaeya looks at you with a brimming grin. “are you feeling better now?” you nod, placing a hand on his open palm.

“now that you’re here, yes, i am.” his smile broadens and cups your cheek with his free hand. the tip of his thumb lightly grazes your bottom lip before he replaces it with his lips. the kiss is passionate and savory, a description that fits your relationship perfectly.

“i’m glad you do,” he pulls back and breathes out a sigh of relief. “it’s the same with me. i admit, i also enjoy your company very much.”

venti.

it’s best to let your emotions run loose. don’t bottle it up, okay? if you need to cry, then cry. sure, venti may act all carefree and exuberant, but even he has his serious sides from time to time. he takes the situation rather calmly, pulling you into a comforting embrace and rubbing your back as you tearfully sob. when he feels that you’re muscles have slowly relaxed and your cries have been reduced to tiny sniffles, he transitions out of the hug and places his hands on your shoulder, all with an angelic smile on his face. see, that wasn’t so bad, now was it?

if you’re up for it, venti will be happy to play you a quiet melody carried in the night breeze. he’ll position your head to lean on his shoulder as both of you sit down on the ground and he clears his throat before he begins singing. the stringing of the lyre, the gentle rustle of the leaves in the background, and the soothing sound of his voice automatically brings a smile to your lips. snuggling closer to him, you drift in a state of contentment and serenity. once the bard catches wind of your heavy breathing, your eyes fluttered closed, he stops his singing and presses a dainty kiss to your forehead.

carefully, so he doesn’t disturb your slumber, venti carries you back to your resident and tucks you into bed. as he’s about to head off, you snag him by the wrist, and tug him back to your side. “please don’t go yet, venti.” he pats the hand imprisoning his wrist and chuckles in amusement.

“don’t worry. i don’t plan on ever doing something like that.” he crawls into bed with you, tangling your legs together and hooking his arms around your waist. the tip of his nose grazes your hair faintly as your back is pressed against his chest. “not now, and not ever.”

childe.

he’s the eleventh harbinger, yes, but beneath his fearsome title and mischievous demeanor, childe is a regular human with an affable heart. it hurts him seeing you look dejected, as if you’re on the brink of suffocating from insufferable pain. it’s like your emotions are a type of infection, contagious to say the least. if you’re happy, then he’s happy. if you’re sad, then you’ll bet he’s also going to drop his jovial gleam. luckily, growing up with siblings gives him an advantage here. he’s used to taking care of others and turning their frowns upside down.

if he finds out someone has been upsetting you, he’ll personally deal with them himself, ordering them to apologize lest they want to face his wrath. if you’re having financial difficulties, he’ll lend you a generous amount of mora so you can clear your debts or help you find a well-paying job. either way, he’ll cradle you in his arms and compliment you for being strong, no matter what life throws at you. life’s hard, but that’s all the more reason why you should keep marching forward - hand in hand with childe.

“shh, [name], it’s okay. don’t cry.” childe kneels before you and wipes away a salty tear. grabbing a teddy bear abandoned on the ground, he shoves it in front of your face. to your sudden bewilderment, he grabs the bear’s arm to pat you on the head and grins. “there, there. mr. teddy is here to make you happy once more.”

you sputter out a giggle despite tears still leaking from your eyes. “childe, i’m not a little kid anymore. cut it out!” he resists the urge to pinch your cheeks when you pout cutely at him.

“fine, fine. i’ll stop, but hey! at least you’re smiling again, right?” you roll your eyes and sniff.

“yeah, i’m feeling a little better. thank you.”

your comment forms a blush to dust his cheeks and he sheepishly scratches the back of his head. “there’s no need for gratitude. to me, your smile is the one thing i’d hate to lose.”

zhongli.

feeling sad? his arms are already wide open and a box of tissues is conveniently laid on the table. zhongli is the wave that laps up your sorrows and tears, the lulling sound of his voice uttering words of reassurance like a tranquil melody to set your heart at ease. he’s the type who will lend a shoulder for you to cry on. while he brews up a nice cup of tea to soothe your mind, he encourages you gently to tell him whatever it is that’s bothering you. he soaks up every syllable that falls from your lips like a sponge and in a pensive state, he gives you advice in turn.

you take his words to heart, since everything he’s said before have always been genuine and your trust in him runs deeper than the bottom of the sea. sure, maybe not everything he says is the answer that will cause your problems disappear, but he does guide you to choose rationally how you want to approach it. as much as zhongli would like to solve everything for you, he’s aware that there are times where only you have the potential to fix the issue.

the golden ginkgo leaves twirl in the autumn breeze, as zhongli clasps his hands with yours. you adjust the scarf around your neck, shivering from the mild chill settling in liyue.

you stare grimly at the seagulls soaring in the cloudy sky, and peers down at your feet planted firmly on the ground. a frown tugs on your lips and you sigh. a warm hand caresses your cheek and you look towards zhongli smiling gently in your direction. wiping away the tears that are beginning to moist your eyes, he encages you in a comforting hug.

“don’t hold it in,” zhongli whispers soothingly in your ear, “you’re allowed to cry if you want. i promise you, there’s no judgement.”

albedo.

it’s like he has a sixth sense. you could have been crying in your sleep last night and the first thing you wake up to is all your favourite meals placed rigorously on a sliver tray and a positive message with cursive, neat handwriting scribbled on a notepad for you to read. albedo is rather considerate, like that. before you started to live together and entered a more domestic relationship, he visited your home and asked if anything was wrong in a neutral tone that belied his concern. you were shocked how he could have possibly known since you were sure you concealed the visible evidences skillfully with makeup, and you looked quite normal for the most part, as if you hadn’t been crying mere seconds before he knocked on your door.

he shrugs indifferently and responds that he just has a feeling something’s bothering you. albedo will take a day off from his confinement in his lab so he can stay with you. he takes you by the hand and gestures for you to sit down on a nearby chair beside him, offering you delectable appetites to eat while you rant to him. once you’re finished spilling out your problems, he kisses you on the forehead and tells you that you did a good job. it isn’t easy to admit you’re not mentally well, in which he praises you for.

hugging your legs to your chest, you quietly ask him if it’s not a bother. firmly, albedo shakes his head and squeezes your hand reassuringly. “no, you’re never a bother.” he scoops up a spoonful of ice cream and feeds you the cool dessert. once you swallow, his lips curve into a little smirk as he wipes away the excess on the side of your mouth with a finger and licks the cream off with his tongue.

“whether you’re happy, sad, or disappointed, my love for you will never change.”

xiao.

he’s not very good at handling these types of situations. xiao can never know what he’s supposed to say or do to make you feel better, so he just stands there awkwardly. please don’t blame him! he’s already terrible at consoling himself that having to cheer someone else up seems more like an impossible challenge than a simple task. however, like albedo, he can also sense if you’re depressed or in need of saving. what do you mortals call it, an instinct?

he asks verr for advice on what to do to help, and she suggests for him to stick by your side and show that he cares deeply about you. it takes xiao a while to come up with a suitable plan. he wanders up to the highest floor of wangshu inn and reminisces over the past. your first meeting with him, the time when you gave him almond tofu, and when you both fought together to protect liyue - he’s memorized it all down to the last detail. suddenly, an idea clicks into place and he teleports immediately to where you are. sitting on a bench alone, while you absentmindedly watch the birds peck at the crumbs scattered on the cement floor, it takes you by surprise when you find xiao hovering above you. he reaches out his hand and composedly asks if you would be willing to accompany him for the night.

when you encounter him at the location where you agreed to meet, you curiously question xiao what he wants to do, but he doesn’t reply. instead, he scoops you up in his arms, a surprised expression on your face as you wrap your arms around his neck so you don’t end up falling. before you know it, both of you are... soaring in the air? your eyes subconsciously drift to his vision glowing brightly in the murky night. so he’s using his anemo abilities to create wind currents and literally sweep you off your feet.

“do you see this place?” he gestures with his head for you to look at liyue harbor. the city lights glow in the darkness and most people are walking back home, idly chatting with each other and giggling. “it wouldn’t be as peaceful as it is now if it weren’t for you. so if you ever feel sad again, know that it’s you who puts a smile on everyone’s faces - including mine.”

and with that, xiao smiles serenely at you, to which you finally offer a grin of your own.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #xiao x reader #xiao #albedo #albedo x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli #venti #venti x reader #childe x reader #childe #diluc #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya

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thesunicarusfellfor · 3 years

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Hello! I'm in love with the way you write c! Ranboo like hsgsj- amazing! So I would like a request Yandare c! Ranboo and tubbo with a soft reader that is oblivious on how they act twords them but loves them unconditionaly (just fluff please maybe maybe put a Micheal seen in there as well because Micheal is the best character 😌)

I think this is the best compliment I have ever received... Thank you so much🤍🖤

I didn't know whether or not to do headcanons or a full-length fic, so I went with a shorter story if that's alright. ^^ if it's not feel free to send another request!

FYI THIS CAN BE SEEN AS PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC

Too Sweet (For This World) Yandere!C!Ranboo x F!Reader x Yandere!C!Tubbo

It was very common for you to see something out of the corner of your eye, but when you looked, you only saw a bunch of purple particles drifting slowly towards the earth due to gravity. You just assumed there were quite a few endermen still hanging around Snowchester, or some of the goats had come down from the mountains when you saw small little horns peeking out from behind bushes.

There were a couple times a day where you accidentally and very conveniently bumped into Ranboo out in the crater of L'Manberg or Tubbo when walking around Snowchester. It honestly was funny to you that you always seemed to bump into them when you were feeling sad or lonely. Plus, after talking to them and spending time with them, your problems almost magically seemed to disappear!

Such as, there was one time when you were helping clean up the red vines around buildings and Fundy was nagging at you for being so slow or bad at doing everything. After storming away and ranting to Ranboo about it on the verge of tears, Fundy practically scrambled up to you the next day shaking and almost crying, apologizing for every single thing he's ever said or done.

Huh... Maybe he felt that bad about it to the point where he was crying?

Although Fundy never said anything mean to you again, he also stopped hanging around you completely.

When you mentioned this to Tubbo, he explained that Fundy must not have been a real friend and that he and Ranboo would always be there for you before anyone else.

Once the mansion was built, the two platonic husbands eagerly invited you to stay with them, even saying they had Foolish make a room specifically for you! At first, you quite enjoyed your home around L'manberg, but then one day you returned home to a wall of your home completely destroyed by vines, deeming it unlivable. Although a tad convenient..

Tubbo and Ranboo had heard about it through your sobs when you called them, saying you had no clue what to do anymore. They had arrived at your side in almost minutes and quickly helped you pack and move everything to the mansion.

"I thought Snowchester was like... Half a day's walk away from here..." You sniffed, rubbing your red and puffy eyes. The two men of greatly varying heights tensed up momentarily.

"We were in the area." They both blurted out at the same time before glancing at each other.

Tubbo cleared his throat first, "I was in the nether, but luckily for you, I was close to the old L'manberg portal!" He smiled softly at you as you three walked away from your old home.

"M-Me too!" Ranboo coughed awkwardly, causing Tubbo to shoot him an odd look that you decided to brush off, "Now, uh, come on! Michael needs to meet his new mother!"

You blinked in surprise at the new title but didn't question it much, assuming it was simply just a title. Unbeknownst to you, your two best friends already thought you were part of their platonic relationship, despite you never agreeing nor denying, or them even asking.

It took a few days, but the zombie piglin warmed up to you and practically saw you as another one of his parents, which made Ranboo and Tubbo extremely happy. Instead of placing you into one of the regular rooms, they had Foolish turn the basement into two heavily secured rooms a few days before your house had been destroyed, strangely enough, and even designed one perfectly to your liking!

After washing the fruits you had, you walked towards the bookshelf and pulled on the fake book that caused the shelf to swing open. You walked down the quartz stairs after shutting the hidden door, then made your way up to one of the two doors with a pink sign with 'Michael' written in yellow cursive paint. Punching in the code, the iron door slid open and you stepped in before closing it behind you.

A loud cooing grunt was heard and the sound of quiet tapping echoed through the room before a pair of arms wrapped around your leg. "Hello, Michael." You giggled softly as Michael made grabbing hands up towards the bowl of fruit. Placing it down on the table, the child eagerly ran over and began munching on the food as you brushed over the books on the shelves to find one you haven't read to Michael before. "What about... The story of Persephone?"

A disappointed grunt was your only response.

"Guess I did read that one... Hm... Oh! What about the story of Icarus?" This time his response was a happy squeak and tippy taps of his hooves against the warm quartz floors. You sat down in the rocking chair and waited until the child scrambled over and jumped into your lap.

You opened the book and began reading to him for an hour until your eyes slowly slid shut to the quiet snores of the child of your two best friends, who at this point was beginning to see you as a mother.

Quiet 'meh' sounds and 'vrrr'ing noises and a dim flash woke you up from your spot in the rocking chair. Cracking open your eyes, your arms shifted around the nether hybrid as you saw Tubbo holding a camera making happy bleating noises, while Ranboo, who was the source of the buzzing noises, took the book you had been reading from your limp hand to put it back on the shelf.

"What time is it?" You murmured softly to keep the child asleep as you rubbed the back of your stiff and sore neck.

"It's about 5:30pm. Still rather early. Tubbo walked over and gave you a gentle yet affectionate headbutt while he scooped Michael up from your lap to bring him to bed. This caused an odd whining noise to come from the enderman hybrid before he quickly walked over and rested his forehead against yours, resting it there for a few moments before pulling back, his cheeks flushed the same colours as his eyes.

You giggled softly and gave him a gentle pat on the head as he helped you up. He held onto one of your hands as Tubbo eagerly went for the other, jokingly sticking his tongue out at Ranboo who gave a noise of mock offense, causing you three to giggle softly as you left Michael's room and went upstairs.

Tubbo and Ranboo weren't big fans of you leaving the basement on your own, and you were rarely allowed to leave the mansion even with the two boys at your sides. The former president told you it was because he heard rumours of Technoblade searching around for all the members of his cabinet back when he was in charge of L'Manberg, and he just wanted to protect you.

You saw no problems with his story as it was extremely believable. Your history with Technoblade hadn't been the cleanest and he would've definitely taken one of your canon lives back during the attack on L'Manberg, had a stray black and white firework not saved you that day. It had fired off and must've swerved a way that wasn't predicted, because it hit Technoblade hard enough in the chest to knock him away from you.

You don't remember much of that day, except for Ranboo immediately running over to you and dragging you away from the destruction and chaos. Thanks to him, you were almost completely scar free and standing proudly at three canons lives.

A gentle hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality and you saw two sets of eyes staring at you with concern. "Hey... Are you feeling okay?" Ranboo asked softly, tilting your head up to place his free hand against your forehead, "See. I told you she should be getting more sunlight, Tubbo!"

"I'm okay, I'm okay!" You laughed softly at their worry, rubbing your thumbs along the back of their hands, "Just... Remembering the war with Dream and Techno..."

"What about it?" Tubbo asked, bringing you into the living room to sit down with your friends on either side of you.

You pursed your lips together for a moment as you looked at the ground, "Just how... Scary Techno is. And how he was about to kill me without a care about who or what I was."

Angered growling and seething noises came from Ranboo and Tubbo as you felt their grasps tighten around your hands, almost to a painful degree. You looked up and saw their expressions stone-cold and steely although vastly different from each other.

Ranboo's green eye was purple, and the black tone of his skin was beginning to seep into the side with the lack of colour. The corners of his mouth were slowly splitting open wider and wider as his lips parted, allowing you to see the glowing purple colour inside his mouth.

Tubbo's was less obvious. His eyes were blank but also had a bright fire, one burning for revenge, reflected in them. His ears weren't flicking and neither was his tail, his entire body stiff except for a faint sound giving away the fact that his teeth were grinding together.

As much as you tried to endure it, the grip became too harsh and you couldn't help but give a small pained gasp. This caused all physical contact with you to suddenly vanish as the two boys immediately flung themselves away from you, horror and fear in their eyes.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!"

"Are you okay?! Do you need an ice pack?!"

"Or a bandage from my claws?!"

They were both kneeling on the ground in front of you with both of your hands in their grasps again. They repeatedly turned your hands in their own, testing the joints and checking for marks or bruising. "Boys, boys!" You laughed softly, placing your hands on their heads to ruffle their hair gently. You pulled your left hand adorned with two beautiful rings and held it up for them to see, flexing it and moving it around, "See? Perfectly fine. No pain whatsoever!"

While they seemed to have calmed down a lot, they still seemed to be extremely upset and guilty. "I'm still going to get an ice pack... We don't want our wife to be injured..." Tubbo murmured as he quickly got up and walked towards the kitchen.

"I will get started on dinner. And as an apology, I'm making your favourite. (F/f)." Ranboo tried to be a little more upbeat than Tubbo, but you could still see the small amounts of guilt as he turned and followed after the goat hybrid.

Sighing softly at their overreactions, you leaned back against the couch...

Before doing a double-take.

Adorned with rings?!

You quickly flung yourself forward again and looked at your left hand. On your ring finger were two diamond rings, one gold with a green gemstone, and the other silver with a black gemstone, both glistening a faint purple from enchantments...

...

When did these get put on you- wait... Did Tubbo say... wife?

#tubbo x reader #yandere tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #yandere ranboo x reader #mcyt x reader #yandere mcyt x reader #mcyt #ranboolive #ranboo #tubbo #dream smp #dsmp #ranboo dsmp #ranboo dreamsmp #tubbo dsmp #tubbo dreamsmp #tubbo mcyt #ranboo mcyt

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tendousthoughts · 3 years

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Yo yo yo... god that cringy but anyway! I would like to request something that I saw on another blog. It’s when the s/o has a fight with the boys and after it the boys go to the bedroom or somewhere to be alone but when they come out they see that their s/o is gone. In reality they just went outside for a walk to clear their head but our precious boyos panic that they left them for good.

I hope I explained that well I’m pretty new to requesting and stuff but I really love what you’ve written so far on your blog🥺

HQ Boys Thinking Their S/O Left Them Pt. 1

Character(s) included: Sakusa & Iwaizumi

Warning(s): Foul language (cursing), flinching

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Sakusa

It was a one sided fight. As always. He was yelling and you just took it. It was your fault after all. You shouldn’t have touched his shit, but you did. So now you are here. Holding back your pathetic tears. A mouth full of words was pushing through your lips and soon they fell out. “Sometimes I wonder why you’re still with me..” you whisper, no longer able to push back your tears. “I mean I don’t know what you want from me anymore,” You mutter softly.

He sat their stunned for a moment, “Maybe I want to be alone, but fuck your so clingy and nosey.” He muttered softly. He looked up at you, disgust in his eyes. “You know sometimes I wonder what the hell happened to you at birth to make you this fucked up. We’re you dropped or something?” He screamed. His hands now balled up into fist. You’re scared. You’re not going to lie. As he steps forward you flinch and that brings him back to reality. Instead of saying something he backs off and slams the door. You sit there stunned.

“I’m sorry..” you whisper and leave, grabbing most of your stuff. What ever you can grab at that moment which happens to be your phone, keys, wallet, and jacket. You take a deep breath as you slip on your shoes and leave quietly. Locking the door after yourself.

I’m sorry

Your thoughts were all over the place as you got into your car. Grabbing your phone you turn it off. Not wanting any calls or texts. Expecting none, but that just might hurt you more. You take a deep breath and decide to drive nowhere on a random freeway. You start the car and leave.

Hours passed when Sakusa finally came out of the room, “y/n..?” He whispered softly. Now missing you as he didn’t know what he was doing. He looked around and soon realized some of your stuff was gone, and so were you.

He bit his lip running to his room as he called you. “Pick up.. pick up.. pick up..” he whispered.

Heyo! You’ve happened to miss me! I’m sorryyy but I am probably hanging out with my amazing boyfriend. Please leave a message and I’ll call you back soon! Anyways gotta go. I’m going to get in trouble with my boss if he catches me on my phone.

He bit his lip hearing the voicemail. It’s funny, he had never heard it before. Maybe it was because he never called and it was always you. Or maybe because when he did you picked up immediately. Unknowingly tears start to roll down his face. He fucked up. He knows he fucked up.

He lays down on the bed you guys share and just holds your pillow close. Tears rolling down his cheek. He calls again but waits till he can say something. “Y/n.. I’m sorry.. Please pick up. I’m sorry.” He sniffles as his tears fall. “I didn’t mean any of it.. please..” he whimpered softly as he knew it was no use. He ended the call and just cried for a few hours.

When night came he decided not to eat. He wasn’t feeling good as he tried to call you again. Yet not to his surprise he heard the same voicemail. Tears welled up as he heard your soothing voice. He couldn’t believe he made you so scared that you flinched away from him. “Y/n.. baby.. please.. I’m sorry.. I miss you.. I know I sound stupid and you probably want some space.. b..but please..” he hung up. Throwing his phone as he hugged your pillow closer.

At 11 pm you finally make it back. Hoping he is sleeping as you walk in. But to your surprise you can hear soft cries and whimpers coming from the room you share. You bit your lip softly as you gently put your stuff down. Softly taking a deep breath, you gently knock.

“Ba.. Sakusa..” You bite your lip as a couple seconds later you can hear the sound of someone fall or something and then you’re greeted with a tight hug.

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” he whimpered softly as he just held on to you. “Please don’t go.” Fear was heard clearly in his voice.

You bit your lip. “Baby.. I’m right here.. take a deep breath.. I’m dirty Sakusa you gotta let me go..” you whispered worried how he might react later.

“No..” he whispered softly as he held on tighter. “P..please no..” he was scared.

“Okay okay.. I’ve got you.. no leaving..” you smiled softly as you gently held him. “I’ve got you..” you muttered softly. You gently held him kissing his head. You take off your jacket and make your way to the bed you guys share. Gently sitting down and Sakusa followed.

He hugged on to you immediately as tears flood his eyes. “I’m sorry.. I don’t want you to leave me and stuff.. I didn’t mean any of it..” he whispered softly “I love you so much.” He muttered.

“I love you too baby..” you whispered softly playing with his curly dark hair. “I didn’t mean to worry you okay.. I’m sorry baby..” you mumble softly.

“It’s my fault.. I got angry and I started yelling and.. a..and I wanted to show you how mad I was.. and I started to scream at you and I said that I didn’t want you to be so clingy.. I didn’t mean that. I missed you and when I went to find you I couldn’t.. and it scared me and I know I fucked it. And I know I shouldn’t have done that. When I saw you finch I didn’t know.. I..I just thought about how terrible I was acting and stuff..” he whispered softly. “When I tried to call you.. you didn’t pick up and then I heard your voicemail.. and I don’t know I just..” he was crying into your chest as he held on.

“Shush.. I’ve got you.. I’m sorry baby.. I know.. it was my fault okay? You didn’t mean too. I touched your stuff and I didn’t think about how you would feel.” You whispered softly, kissing his head softly. “I didn’t mean to worry you.. and you know I wouldn’t ever just leave you without saying anything. I won’t do that to you..” you whispered as he closed his eyes and just held on. “I’ve got you and won’t let you go I promise..” you whispered softly while holding him.

“I love you..” he whispered softly as he looked up to you. Tears in his eyes. “I love you so much..” he whispered.

“I love you too darling..” you smile softly. Holding him till he falls asleep. Once he does you close your eyes and fall asleep too.

Iwaizumi

He got jealous easily. Everyone knew that. He was the type to act on his jealousy. Not only that, but he acted upon them in irrotational ways. So when he heard that you were hanging out with a coworker, it wasn't an extreme surprise that he made a huge deal about it. Starting an argument as soon as you get back.

"Just tell me who the fuck he is!" He screamed, his voice echoed in the hallway. You weren’t even inside yet and he was already acting as if he was going to kill someone.

"Can I even just come in?" you look up at him. You’re clearly annoyed which might just make him more upset.

"Oh okay just come inside! Would you like something to drink too?” He said sarcastically.“Oh wait you went and had coffee already with this 'coworker'!" He screamed as you pushed your way through the door.

When you turn to him the door is already shut and he is waiting for an answer. “It’s a coworker I don’t need to repeat myself, and I won’t. I’m not going to not hang out with people because you want me too!” You scream. Here’s the thing. Your so fucking sick and tired of him pushing you around. You used to take his shit but a month or two ago you started to respond. There’s no fucking reason for his shit.

“Ya you know what. Maybe I would be okay with it if it wasn’t taking up our time together!” He screamed and at this point nobody is really understanding what the other is saying.

“Our time? Our time?! How fucking dare you. You’re always at work! I don’t get a word out before you kick me out of our office!” You look at him in annoyance.

“My work is something I can’t just ignore! So I don’t understand why you keep bringing it up! Your fucking coworker can wait can’t they? I mean you knew I was off today! Did the whole fucking date just skim over your head?” He screamed. Now everything sorta just clicks.

“Wait ba-” but before you can finish he had already left the room. A few brief seconds pass by and you are met with the sound of a door slamming. “Fuck..” you muttered softly.

A few minutes go by and you come to the idea that he wants some time alone. You are just coming home, and are already ready to leave. So you slip on your shoes and leave. Locking the door after you head out to go get some for him, full of his favorite snacks and stuff. Knowing full well that wouldn’t fix it but maybe it could make him a bit happier.

When you get to your car you get a pop up from your reminders app. You feel a wave of tears. “Fuck,” you muttered throwing your phone to the next seat over as you start to drive.

It takes about half an hour for him to notice you’re not there anymore. He doesn’t hear your footsteps or anything as he gets up to check. After a moment or two he knows you left for sure. “Fucking shit. Misses our date and then leaves..” he muttered softly as he headed to the shared room.

You arrived getting a few things as you don’t think about anything other than how to make him happy.

After an hour or two more he bit his lip softly now a bit worried if you’re okay. But he doesn’t call waiting an hour before he does so.

Ring…

Hello! It seems like you have sadly missed me. I can call you back as soon as possible! Just please leave a message! Bye bye!

It takes him a moment before he opts just to hang up. When he does he releases a shaky breath.

An hour later you get back with some stuff gently placing the stuff down as you take off your jacket and shoes.

Iwaizumi hears you scrambling up and running over. A sigh of relief falls as he sees you standing there. “Thank god..” he muttered softly, walking up to you.

You look over unsure what to say as you feel his arms tightly wrap around you. “I’m.. I’m sorry Hajime…” you whispered softly as tears welled up. You hugged him tight as you felt terrible. “I’m sorry…” you whisper again.

“Hey it’s okay.. I know you didn’t mean to.. I just.. I was upset because it feels like sometimes when I do make time for you something happens.. like last time and shit. But when I don’t it always seems like you’re free and I thought we knew we were both open today and I woke up without you there and then I found out you were having coffee with someone and everything just started crashing down you know..?” He whispered softly.

“I know baby.. I know.. I’m sorry.” You whisper as you hear soft cries come from him. “I’ve got you.. okay? I promise next time I will remember.. I know I messed up okay? You didn’t deserve that..” you whispered as he kinda just stays quiet and holds on. “I got you some goodies baby…” you whisper.

“Please don’t leave like that again.. it made me worried..” he whispered now finally telling you. “I thought you left for good..” he muttered softly, holding you “you didn’t respond to my calls either..” he whispered softly.

“I’m sorry baby.. I won’t.. and you know I wouldn’t do that to you.. I love you too much for that okay?” You bit your lip as you listened “I didn’t see them.. I’ll check why later.. okay? I’m sorry,” you whisper and kiss his head holding him close. Soon enough he drags you to your shared bed to cuddle.

“I love you..” he whispered softly, holding on.

“I love you too Hajime,” you smiled softly, kissing him. Soon enough he fell asleep, the stress finally lifted off his shoulders. You were in his arms again. That’s all that mattered.

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No regrets

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Sukuna x reader (reader is referred to with gender neutral pronouns, but there are slight implications of them being AFAB)

Author note: At a whooping 11.5k words, it’s finally here! Thank you all for your patience as well as those who gave feedback during the initial interest check! I hope the wait was worth it and you enjoy this long piece! A bit of forewarning, this piece is rather dark, so please read the content warnings carefully and only proceed if you are comfortable doing so.

Revisions made on 3/30/2021

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Heian era

It was only a matter of time before the king of curses came to your village and slaughtered you all. It was inevitable, but the village elders were determined to hand over every last scrap of fabric and goods if it satiated the cursed being for a short while, knowing the all powerful curse was an indulgent one. Your village was a well known trading settlement, so gathering and setting aside the best of the best on the market was rather easy with all the merchants coming in and out of the town nearly every day.

Your family specialized in sword crafting, often forging or repairing swords for soldiers or aristocratic families who merely collected them as works of art. Your father taught you a bit of the craft and a few seasoned samurai humoured you and taught you some forms while they awaited repairs, but you mostly spent time helping your mother around your quaint home. Your days with them were peaceful, even with the ever looming and expected arrival of Ryomen Sukuna blanketing your people with constant fear.

The day finally came, yet all the preparations you and your people took to secure a better chance of survival still didn’t feel like it was enough as the four-armed monster of a man easily destroyed several houses with a mere flick of his hand and cut down several innocent individuals who fled last minute due to their anxiety getting the better of them. He was at least willing to see all that was being offered to him when it was made clear your people were not going down without trying their luck, but that sadistic smile of his was all the proof everyone needed to know that their careful efforts meant nothing.

Your village elders remained determined, and to the shock of you and your parents, they grabbed you and offered you up as one final offering. You were young, the youngest in the village in fact, and unmarried too. A perfect candidate for Sukuna’s harem and they knew this when they turned and grabbed you without a second thought. You still remember the way your mother began to smack your elders with her shoe when they yanked you away from her and your father’s side. Bless her heart.

Perhaps a part of you knew that your status as the youngest would be taken advantage of if things weren’t working out. Sukuna’s harem was only a rumor, scary gossip whispered amongst the housewives. Yet the idea of a monster like him having a harem didn’t seem so farfetched. You knew better than to question the validity of the lucky few who got away and were displaced because of Sukuna’s village razing and massacring.

Whether he accepted the last second addition to the offer pile or killed every single one of you right then and there, you accepted that your life would never return to how it once was before he came. You didn’t make so much as a peep of discomfort when the brute began to manhandle you, pulling back parts of your clothes away from your body to inspect you in front of the entire village, in front of your distraught parents. You didn’t wince in pain when he roughly grabbed your cheek between two of his meaty fingers and examined your face like you were merely a piece of art, an object. You just went completely numb.

Everyone, including yourself, was shocked when he agreed to take you along with all the goods your village offered, but not without ordering them to prepare another pile for his followers to collect every following month from now on. He made it clear that if they held back a single grain of rice or gave him anything else but the best, he’d send your body back to them in a bloody sack before reuniting them with you in the afterlife shortly after.

As the king of curses hauled you away like a sack of potatoes, your emotions came flooding back in. You kicked, scream, cried and begged like a moody toddler for your mom and dad to help you, to not let this monster take you away and do know who knows what to you. The last you see of them before you’re forcefully knocked out is your mother suddenly collapsing on the ground like all the energy she had just left her body instantaneously. Your brawny father seemed equally at a loss as well.

When you were brought back to Sukuna’s temple, you were hauled away by servants after he unceremoniously dropped you on the ground and retreated to his chambers. You were thoroughly bathed, skin rubbed raw of outside filth and dressed into a fresh new robe before being whisked away to Sukuna’s quarters by his demand.

That first week under his roof was meant to break you, but for some reason you kept fighting back because of something a bit stupid. You wanted to keep your old clothes the maids forced you out of and you wouldn’t shut up or keep still under him no matter how much he harmed or degraded you. You don’t know why you kept pushing back against him over something so meager. The fabric wasn’t anything that fancy. The color was faded and you were even beginning to outgrow them. It’s the only memento you have of your home, so maybe that’s why your mind zeroed in on it and refused to yield to his torturous ministrations until you made certain it wouldn’t be taken away from you.

“Again with those rags you call a kimono?” he clicked his tongue with annoyance. “You want to keep them so badly? Fine, but don’t think I’ll be so accommodating next time.”

Living in a merchant town, you know how to tell when someone is trying to swindle you. As much as you hate the man who has been violating your body for literal days now, you can tell that he means what he has stated.

When you finally relax your body, he lets out a disgustingly child-like cackle, but before you can express any sort of rage that bubbled up within yourself, your mind goes numb once more if only to alleviate the pain you’re in just a bit.

There are two types of fates for those in Sukuna’s harem. There are the favoured concubines, who live relatively better than the disfavoured, who are made into servants. Of course, this is all a meticulous set up by the king of curses himself. Those he shows higher favoritism towards are desperate to remain in his good graces if only to make their way of living that bit easier to bear. Those he turns into lowly servants and brushes aside are desperate to rise above their rank and gain the privilege and spoils he grants to the selected few. It’s all an elaborate plan to instill discord between members of his harem so he can sit back and watch them tear each other apart without lifting a finger.

Your fighting back was what earned you an automatic spot amongst his favoured. He thought he had broken you, but just as soon as you yielded to him you flared up and began to fight back once more. It was invigorating, seeing the rage and desperation in your eyes when you were quiet and had a distant, blank look just moments before. How long had it been since a human raised their fist against him? Far too long for him to remember.

You were an outlier. Where all would refuse to meet his gaze whenever he passed through, you would always meet and hold his gaze without fail or hesitation. You talked back, cursing him a thousand ways into the next phase of the moon. You never bowed when others did. Never.

Your disobedience gave him plenty of reasons to drag you to his chambers and attempt to break you once more, only for you to shut your mind down as soon as you were thrown into his bed. Perhaps it's a defense mechanism? A way of trying to disassociate from all the rough treatment you endure under him? A part of him is grateful you aren’t like the others, that you’ve come up with a way of protecting yourself while the others around you, who give into the despair and hopelessness he brings them or lie to themselves that he holds some sort of affection towards them, if only to find some sort of hope through this hell even if it means lying to yourself. Both of which bore him immensely as well as annoy him greatly.

It’s sudden and neither of you can recall when it began, but after he was done having his way with you and you regained your sense of reality and would devolve into the usual episode of flailing rage and crying, he began to hold you against him and whisper soothing phrases like “good job” or “It’s over, you did well”. He kept his many arms wrapped around your shaking figure, waiting for you to eventually exhaust yourself and pass out before doing so himself. When the sun rises you are always gone from his chambers. How you manage to escape right from under him is a mystery, but he doesn’t have much of a desire to ask you about it. He likes waking up surprised. Hardly anything surprises him anymore.

It becomes clear to everyone that Sukuna acts differently towards you, treats you differently than the rest of his concubines. There are even periods of time where the rest of his harem is given little to no attention because he’s completely focused on you. The time he spends with you isn’t anything kind or relieving. He purposely says things that offend you and have you screaming at him. Should anyone else say what you say to him in return, he’d rip their tongues out and swallow it before their very eyes without any remorse. But you? He’s smiling down at you, as if you were an actor entertaining him with an elaborate and well-rehearsed performance.

“Damn you! Damn this temple! Damn your ancestors for existing and bringing you into this world!”

“Yes, that’s the spirit!” he gives you a toothy grin, his sharp canines glinting under the light of the sun. “Damn me and damn the rest of the world for that matter!”

His encouragement only infuriates you more. Without a second thought you began to throw whatever it is you can get your hands on at him. Your comb, your shoes, your untouched makeup products, anything in sight is hauled at the deranged man who dodges everything with ease. Just as you throw a jar of ink at his head and it shatters against the way, bathing the wood with dark ink, he grabs you and you both tumble back into your unmade futon.

As usual, you thrash and voice your disdain as he presses his lips against your neck and aggressively undresses you. He’s high off the adrenaline from earlier, making his ministrations much more excruciating than they normally are.

To him, it feels like a passionate session of lovemaking and he’s left light headed when he finishes.

For you, it’s just another day under his reign and body, your mind going numb as soon as he puts you on your hands and knees.

Just as quickly as he gave you most of his attention, he turned away and left you in the dust.

You have been his concubine for over a year when it happens. Your village continues to uphold their end of their deal and provide him with all the luxurious goods they can get their hands on each month. You’re not sure if he’s trying to torture you more or genuinely thinks he’s bringing you some sense of comfort and calm, but he personally brings you a small bunch of fabrics and trinkets that your father specifically went out of his way to get for you, hoping you would receive them somehow as a reminder that he still thinks of you. It’s during these small moments of Sukuna passing on these items that you learn that your mother passed after you were taken.

You didn’t shed even one tear when this information was given to you, as a part of you knew that was the case after you saw her collapse. Sukuna expected you to fly into another fit of rage. That was the only reason he told you if he’s being honest. He’s caught between feeling disappointed or worried when you just hummed in acknowledgement as you rolled up the soft, intricate rolls of fabric and stored them away. You never did anything with them, so they were sure to collect a layer of dust like the rest in due time

No one, not even Sukuna or even yourself, expected your village to take up arms and fight back against the followers he sent out to collect his offerings. When word came back of what transpired, Sukuna was tempted to take you with him and force you to watch as he slaughtered your village in retaliation for breaking the accord. He didn’t, nor did he send back your disfigured corpse like he promised he would back then. He simply went out, killed them, and then came right back to wash off all their spilled blood. All within the same day.

After he killed all the villagers, he attempted to locate your father amongst the scattered corpses, but they were too mutilated and disfigured to discern who was who. Even if they weren’t, it’s not like he remembered what your father looked like. Did you even bear any resemblance to him? He overheard you speaking with one of the other concubines that your father was an armorer and was tempted to grab one of the expertly crafted swords the villagers were carrying and bring it back to you, blood and all staining the scabbard. He decided against it.

He’s demoted many concubines, all with the purpose of watching them try to regain the meager luxury and privilege they grew accustomed to. He did the same for you, eager to see you break character and come crawling back to him with pitiful desperation.

A part of him knew that it wouldn’t take much effort on your part to have him changing his mind. He’d easily forgive you for the betrayal of your village. All you had to do was put on a show and give him the entertainment he wanted from you. You can kick and scream and deny him all you want, but he’s broken many people like you before. He’s had you under his spell since day one.

Except, you didn’t do anything. When he sent you to live within the overcrowded servants chambers near the far end of his temple, you never put up any sort of fight or caused a scene. Not even when he gave away all the fabrics your father sent you to the other favoured concubines, going as far as to force them to wear the garments whenever and wherever your presence is at. He waited with giddy for someone to inform him of how you lashed out at another girl and attempted to rip the cloth off of her body because they were wearing the fabrics meant for you. But there was nothing from you.

When he dragged you to his quarter and began to violate you like normal, he forced himself to brag and even fabricate details of the day he slaughtered the people from your village. He even lied about how your father asked about you before he was killed, falsely stating that the man had a smile on his face when Sukuna told him that you received all the goods he selected just for you.

Like always, your mind went blank until he finished. There were no twisted words of comfort afterwards like before. He simply ordered you out once he was done, one final attempt to invoke something out of you. You merely redressed and left in silence. He nearly got up and dragged you back, but once again, he decided against it.

One day he ordered a few men to build a crude looking home out back, detached from the main temple, and have you moved in it upon completion. If his normal efforts won’t elicit the usual reaction out of you, then he’ll take a different approach. He’ll deprive you of everything, social interaction, decent and consistent meals, and a stable shelter. He’ll have you isolated for a short while, after which he will visit you out of pity and revel in the sight of you crawling back into his arms. If the time he forces you alone is not enough to break you, he’ll simply extend your stay until you either give him what he wants or die because of your own stubbornness.

It hasn’t even been a day since you’ve been moved from the servant's chamber to your new quarters, and already he’s come to visit you. Within the same breath that tells you that your only other option besides begging for his forgiveness is to rot away in this poorly made shack, he gives you one final chance to change his mind, to beg him to take you back into his good graces.

The tatami is poorly crafted and discolored. The rafters used to construct the frame of the house already show signs of rotting and water damage. Before he allowed himself in, the tiles on the roof appeared to be hastily made and were not properly laid out. It was lightly raining outside, yet you already have a wooden bucket set up to collect leaking water.

“Can I help you?” you ask without glancing over your shoulder. He smirks at the thought of you knowing who he is by presence alone.

“No,” he smugly answers. “But maybe I can help you?”

You look back over to him with a mean glare. “You’re the one that put me here in the first place.”

“No, I didn’t,” he shakes his head to further cement his point. “You’re in here because your people thought they stood a chance against me and broke our agreement. Killing you would be an act of mercy to them. So long as I keep you alive and slowly torture you in both mind and body, they will never know peace.”

“You’re lying,” you say with certainty, with no fear. “I’ve never lied to you once. I would appreciate it if I can at least be given the same courtesy in return.”

He hates when people demand things from. Most importantly, he hates that you’re right. Your neck is always so small within his grasp, his fingers able to meet and fold over one another without strain. He keeps you suspended in the air just enough to where you can balance yourself on the balls of your feet. Whether you were tall or short, it mattered not. He always towered over you like the predator that he is.

“You want to know why you’re in this shitty home?” he sneers down. “You’re in here because you’ve begun to bore me. You amused me so much before, but the moment you started depriving me of my source of entertainment on purpose is the moment I decide to deprive you of your basic needs in return. I take what I want, when I want it, in whichever quantity I desire.

“You want out of here?” He makes a sweeping gesture around the room. “Then you better press your forehead all the way to the floor and beg for me to take you back. I’ll even tell you the exact words you need to say. ‘Please Sukuna-sama. Please allow me the privilege of sleeping under the same roof as you. Please let me breathe the same air as you.’”

He lets you go and grins when you prostrate after regaining your breathe.

“Please Sukuna-sama,” you beg.

“Please what?” he mocks. “Use your words.”

He feels a vein pop out on his forehead when you dare to look up and look at him with yet another angry grin. Without an ounce of hesitation, you say, “Please get out and leave me be.”

He nearly breaks the door from how hard he slams it shut. He abruptly turns around when he hears a roof tile fall over and splat into the muddy dirt. Those followers of his really built you a shitty home, exactly like he ordered them to do.

He feels the urge to gather them and wring their necks one by one, but he doesn’t know why.

Sukuna can’t sleep during those weeks apart. Not because of you, but because right as he drifts off into slumber he’s abruptly woken up by an intense source of cursed energy flaring up out of nowhere. But just as quickly as he feels it and wakes with a startle, it vanishes without a trace. He’ll go out onto his balcony and try to locate where the energy is coming from, but for some reason he can never pinpoint it despite his superior senses. He tries to suppress his own energy in the hopes of tricking the source into thinking he’s asleep and unsuspecting, but it would seem that they’re smart enough not to fall for the bait.

He doesn’t need sleep in the first place, so he’s tempted to just stay up and catch whoever is trying to scare him red handed and be done with them. The idea of someone getting the upper hand at him and forcing him into a position of defensiveness doesn’t sit well with him, so he decides to just let the unknown person have their fun for now and continue this little back and forth with them. Eventually they’ll grow cocky and slip up and he’ll confront them when it happens.

Because your little shack is located near the back of the temple, completely out of sight from Sukuna’s view from his balcony, Neither he nor the others notice the plumes of smoke that rise during the dead of night. No one also takes notice of the bits of metal that go missing throughout the temple.

The rise of the next full moon indicates the end of the month. Sukuna sends for someone to go retrieve you, but they never return and he’s left waiting long enough for the moon to reach its highest peak in the sky. When he orders someone else into his quarters he’s met with more silence that only further enrages him.

Just as he’s about to call for Uraume to figure out what the hell was wrong with his servants, he feels it. The cursed energy that he’s been trying to catch off guard the last few weeks. It’s willingly making itself known, practically begging him to follow its trail and meet with him. Just as quickly as he is able to identify and figure out which direction it’s originating, he notices that it strangely leads him in the direction of your poorly built home.

It’s impossible that it’s you. Cursed energy is born from negative emotions. He’s sure you still have an abundance of negative feelings towards him. Yet never did he feel even a speck of cursed energy resonate off of you. His mind immediately wonders if the individual knows of his strange obsession over you and is using you as bait. It’s foolish on their part, thinking the king of curses would yield for a mere human.

His pace quickens despite his internal dismissal, failing to notice that everyone is hiding and waiting in anticipation.

When he discovers that the cursed energy is indeed from you, he can’t help but to laugh like a crazed hyena. The sword by your side further amuses him and he’s genuinely curious as to how you got the proper materials to craft it.

“It took a bit of convincing,” you willingly answer his question. “I made everyone believe I could stand a chance against you and they gave me all the materials and tools I needed and looked the other way. I guess watching all those traveling merchants try to hype up their goods came in handy after all,” you look out in the distance as you briefly reminisce on the bygone days of your former life.

He begins to slowly clap with one pair of hands, the other crossed over his chest in amusement. “This is by far the most entertaining performance I’ve ever witnessed. Bravo. You’ve really outdone yourself this time.”

“I’d gladly accept the compliment, except this isn’t a show,” you stand to your full height and get a better grip of the hilt of your sword. “It’s the real deal.”

He erupts into yet another cacophony of wild laughter. “Do you seriously think you can kill me?”

“No,” you answer, truly throwing him off guard by the way he goes still so suddenly. “But that’s alright. I’m fine with never being strong enough to put a permanent end to you. Only one of us will be walking away from this fight, and I assure you that it’s going to be me.”

You draw your blade out and get into a low, defensive stance. Even under the lackluster light of the moon, he can see how well crafted your weapon is. He’s reminded of the craftsmanship the weapons your people carried when he slaughtered them, no better than a bunch of wooden sticks against him either way. Immediately, he regrets not bringing back one of their weapons and forcing you to expose to him your knowledge of swordsmanship and blacksmithing. Perhaps then he could have had you brandishing your blade under his command rather than against him.

Oh well, it’s better this way. It’s just as exhilarating and head swirling as those instances where you damned him with all of your being and threw things at his head. No, it’s more than exhilarating. It’s downright intoxicating seeing you readying yourself for his first move. How sweet of you to allow him the honor to make the first strike.

“You truly are something else entirely, beloved,” he dreamily sighs. “Did you honestly think you’d have the upperhand against me just because I gave you a little bit more of my attention?”

“Never,” you reply. You press your eyelids shut for a moment, and the moment you open them up the layer of dissociative numbness vanishes into a look of total focus and emotions he cannot discern. “But whether I live or die, I have no regrets about tonight.”

You really didn’t have enough strength to kill him. However, you did have enough to dismember all twenty of his fingers and seal him away. For the first time in years, the sun rises and bestows its warmth to a world in which two-faced Sukuna does not instill fear upon humanity or stain the earth in their blood. You and those who were under his servitude walk out of his temple as free people, hopeful people. As an act of gratitude for becoming their savior, nineteen others take one of Sukuna’s fingers each and swear to scatter them as far as they can so he cannot be brought back into the world.

As for yourself, you set out to rebuild your destroyed village and take up your father’s legacy as a maker of swords. Eventually you meet and settle down with a loving partner and raise children together. You pass on the family trade, your self developed cursed technique, as well as the memories of your time as Sukuna’s concubine. Those who come after you continue to carry on your will, to ensure that Sukuna can never be reborn into the world. Your sword and the old robes you kept after you were taken away are passed down as family heirlooms, but they are never used by any of your descendants.

That is until the year 2018, when Sukuna is resurrected within a compatible vessel.

Modern era

You bear not only a striking resemblance to your ancestor, but many of their memories as well. The family sword that was used against the king of curses is bestowed upon you, now dubbed the next in line to claim the title of clan leader, their preserved kimono now fashioned into a sageo that wraps around the scabbard.

Your family stays out of most affairs within the jujutsu world, but your birth and the strong connection to your ancestor eventually reaches the ears of many prominent figures within this hidden society. They think your birth a bad omen, a sign that the king of curses may return to the world one day. Most are scared, but your family pays them no attention. Even if the damnable curse did find a way to revive into the world, you and most of your family members who have inherited your ancestor’s technique will oppose him just as they did a thousand years ago.

“You don’t look too concerned,” Gojo makes his observation known to you as soon as the two of you settle in the small private room you ushered him to when he came to your family estate. He wanted to confirm the news of Sukuna’s resurrection to you himself. “None of you do, actually.”

“We all knew this day would come,” you calmly tell him as you poured him a cup of tea. “This is the risk our ancestor took when they developed their technique. In exchange for the strength and ability to seal Sukuna away, they willingly gave up the ability to deliver him a fatal and final blow against him.”

“I’m not well-versed when it comes to binding vows and heavenly restrictions,” he takes a moment of pause to sip his now cooled tea, visibly showing his disdain over it’s bitterness. “But is giving up the satisfaction of killing him really a fair exchange for a specific technique and a bit of cursed energy?”

Your lips pressed together in a grimace. “You have no idea what it was like living underneath that monster’s reign. Even if the binding vow had odd conditions skewed against their favor, every bit of what was given up was worth it if it meant regaining their freedom.”

Gojo isn’t moved or even impressed by your admittance. He simply shrugs before taking another sip of his tea, face contorting in displeasure once again as he forces himself to swallow the green liquid. You’re tempted to ask him why he keeps sipping if he hates the flavor, but he begins speaking again before you can voice your thoughts.

“So, about the vessel,” he leans against his closed fist, propped up by the low table underneath him. “The higher ups are willing to postpone the kid’s execution in favor of the opportunity to kill Sukuna, but they want someone from your family, preferably you, to be his second shadow so to speak. You’re the failsafe in case the plan doesn’t play out like I promised and the curse needs to be sealed again.”

“Sukuna’s vessel...is a child?” you ask incredulously.

“He’s about your age,” Gojo admits with a displaced smile, but it soon falls once you suddenly erupt into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

“That’s priceless!” you say while wiping away a stray tear. “The king of curses, Ryomen Sukuna, stuck inside some teenager’s body? I bet he’s pissed off and swearing up a storm inside the kid!”

You’re not sure who exactly is getting the most amusement at the turn of events, you or your ancestor from beyond the grave. After your laughing fit subsides and you straighten yourself out, you turn back to Gojo to ask him the burning question.

“So when do I get to meet him?”

Itadori Yuuji is the polar opposite of Sukuna. While Sukuna had a smile that both angered and scared your ancestor and those around him, Yuuji’s was like a literal ray of sunshine. He’s nice, energetic, strong willed and even humorous. You’re honestly surprised he can act so hopeful despite all that’s happened to him and has been forced upon his shoulders.

You’re not going to lie, but you honestly expected a timid and somewhat gloomy kid. Someone easy to manipulate to put it bluntly. Yuuji’s friendly personality is welcomed in your book. Though you admit that now that you’ve exchanged a few words with him, you feel bad and pitiful that he’s been marked for death and likely has to deal with Sukuna on a somewhat regular basis.

As Yuuji rambles to you about some childhood incident, the slits underneath his eyes open up and a familiar pair of red eyes meets your gaze. “It’s you,” the manifested mouth on the side of his cheek morphs into a deranged, toothy grin that is so painstakingly recognizable.

Your heartbeat picks up and your palms are coated with an instantaneous layer of nervous sweat. You contemplate saying something or simply ignoring the curse, not wanting to give him any satisfaction of hearing the voice of your ancestor acknowledge him in any way. Before you can come to any consensus, you’re amazed at how Yuuji easily slaps his hand over his cheek and tells the curse to buzz off.

Itadori further cements that he is Sukuna’s antithesis as he goes out of his way to apologize to you for the inconvenience the curse caused you (How could he tell you became nervous when Sukuna spoke only two words at you?) He even brings you a can of soda as a sort of peace offering/token of forgiveness! You’re grateful for the gesture, but you feel bad for letting him think that he’s at fault for something that wasn’t even that big of a deal to begin with.

“Still, I made you upset,” he looks down to his empty can and pouts. “If you don’t want to be around me-”

“Yuuji,” you interrupt him. “I’m fine, really. My ancestor stood their ground against him once. Surely I can do it again a millennium later.”

“Gojo-sensei was telling me about that!” his eyes sparkle with recollection. “That’s so cool! You’re basically his arch nemesis!”

You awkwardly laugh at his enthusiasm. “That’s one way of putting it.”

“So, Senpai,” he looks at your with a hopeful gaze. “Gojo-sensei seems pretty certain this plan of his will work, but what do you think?”

“Well,” you take a quick sip of your drink before continuing. “Before I tell you what I think about this whole debacle, I need to make a few things thing clear regarding the two of us.”

He obediently nods, face now serious, though it takes you a considerable amount of effort not to laugh from how innocent he still looks. It’s hard to believe he’s housing the king of curses within himself.

“First and foremost, don’t call me Senpai! ” you firmly say. Don’t call me by my family name either. We’re about the same age, so just call me by my first name from now on. Understood?”

“First name, got it!”

“Second,” you put up two fingers. “This is the most important point, so pay attention,” you look at him to make sure he’s ready to commit your words into memory. “Whether the plan works out or not, you must never forget one important fact of the matter. You are not Sukuna.”

He flinches, clearly not expecting such words to be directed towards him.

“I’m sure Gojo whipped up some epic tale about my ancestor’s grudge against that two-faced monster. I not only inherited their technique, but also many of their memories during their initial life. In a way, I suppose I hate Sukuna as well, and based on my reaction from earlier when he popped out, I’m not exactly going to handle moments where he gains control with as much poise as I should.

But remember Yuuji. My discomfort will never be towards you, but the curse you are now bound to,” you reach out and pat his head in assurance. “As the saying goes ‘the enemy of my enemy is a friend.’ Which brings me to my final point!” You excitedly profess. “I want us to be friends!”

“Wait, really?” he sounds almost unsure over your insistence. “I mean, I don’t mind, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to put up with me for my sake.”

“I’m not saying we have to be the best of friends” you explain. “Since we’re going to be around each other so often, I at least want us to be on friendly terms. I want your time left in this world to be as enjoyable and carefree as possible.”

“I guess we can be friends,” he crosses his arms and stares off in deep thought. “I’m just trying to think of a good starting point to get to know you.”

“You can always keep it simple and ask me what I like,” you say, laughing at the way he suddenly has an “ah hah!’ moment and looks at you like an excited puppy.

“Do you like Jennifer Lawrence?”

Yuuji is almost offended that you didn’t know who Jennifer Lawrence is. He was utterly flabbergasted that you haven’t watched any of her movies either (“I don’t even know who she is Yuuji how the hell am I supposed to know she was in movies?”). He went on and on about every single film, but if you’re being honest his 2 minute summaries (infodumping, really) of the plots didn’t really do them justice. Out of nowhere he proposes that you and him have a movie night so he can show you exactly what you’re missing! Of course, it’ll have to be after the two of you settle into your dorm rooms.

It’s true that you were offered immediate admission into Tokyo Technical college due to your lineage, but no one but you and your family knew about this. Gojo also knew. He was the one that brought up the idea in the first place…

Oh, Gojo told him. Well now you just feel stupid.

That’s how you found yourself in the dormitory’s common area with Yuuji and your other classmates, Nobara and Megumi. Meeting them wasn’t that bad. Just kidding, it was terrifying! Megumi looks exactly the way your family often describes members of the Zen’in clan to look like, blank and unnerving. You honestly thought Nobara would beat you up just from the way she was looking at you with such an observing glare, completely forgetting the fact that you’re a descendant of the person who single handedly sealed Sukuna away.

Oh yeah, Yuuji told them that! Was he not supposed to?

“Hah?” Nobara scowls at Yuuji, who puts his hands up in defense. “You mean their old ass grandparent turned that ugly ass curse into bite sized pieces?”

“I did,” you answer, but you quickly catch your mistake and correct yourself. “They did. Along with the sword they used to cut Sukuna down I also inherited most of their memories which is...It’s not as pleasant as you would think.”

Her expression softens up a bit and she steps in front of you. She holds out her palm and makes a beckoning gesture. “The sword,” she clarifies when you look at her with confusion. “Let me hold it.”

You make a quick trip back to your room to retrieve it. She nearly doubles over into you once you pass it over to her.

“Damn! How much does this thing weigh?!” she looks at you with disbelief

“It weighs next to nothing whenever I hold it,” you explain, taking it into your hold and tossing it in the air and twirling it around to further drive your point.

“Bullshit! It’s like 50 pounds!”

“It can’t be that bad,” Megumi comments.

“Oh yeah? Here!” Nobara grabs and tosses it at him, much to your dismay. “See?” she shrills when he nearly doubles over himself. “It’s heavy!”

“Yeah, ok. This is definitely the sword that took down Sukuna,” Megumi gasps.

“My turn! My turn!” Yuuji makes grabby hands, but you push yourself between him and Megumi who’s still holding onto it before he can get too close.

“It’s probably best if you don’t touch it. Y’know?” you point back and forth between him and you.

“Oh, right,” he sheepishly remembers. “Crap, the popcorns gonna get cold!”

You sigh in relief when his attention goes elsewhere before quickly heading back to your room to put the weapon away. When you reenter the lounge, Yuuji greets you with a cheery smile before patting the empty space next to him. He wants you to sit beside him, but Nobara seems to have other plans as she sits right in your intended spot and tells you to sit next to her instead. You were honestly scared and a bit reluctant, but your fears subside once you sat down and she locked her arm with yours and leaned her head on your shoulder for the rest of the night.

She and Megumi eventually retreated back to their rooms before they could fall asleep on the couch after the second movie concludes.

“Do you want to keep going?” Yuuji asked, hands fidgeting with the next DVD case he had at the ready.

“Sure,” you nod, not tired in the slightest just yet.

“Sweet!” he gave you a toothy smile before standing up to head towards the dvd player. However, the moment he stood to his full height he went deathly still. His body contorts before swiftly relaxing. He rolls his neck a few times and lets out a relieved sigh. Before you can ask him what’s wrong, that’s when you feel that disgusting familiar aura and your heart starts beating like you just did a triathlon in a few short minutes.

“Finally, some fresh air,” he sighs in relief as he arches his back and his spine lets out a few crisp pops. His voice hasn’t changed in a thousand years and neither has your fear and disdain for it. When he turns and looks at you with those familiar blood colored irises, you involuntarily reach out to grab your weapon, but you only grab at empty air.

“Hey,” you flinch when he addresses you. No, it’s not you he’s talking to. Given your identical appearance and even your cursed energy that you manifested out of habit, in his mind he must think of you as your ancestor themself, not a distant descendant. “It’s been a while.”

“What do you want?” you somehow manage to stutter out.

“Nothing,” he admits. “’Just want a good look at you.”

If your ancestor or even your family were to see you now, you’re certain they’d be disappointed in you for going still before your greatest enemy. All those years of hating and experiencing all those horrible memories feel like a complete waste when you can’t even muster the strength to bat his hand away when it takes hold of your chin and turns your head over for him to thoroughly inspect you.

“Did you miss me?” he strangely inquires.

Finally. You feel some control over your body come back and answer with an affirmative, “No.”

“That’s too bad,” he clicks his tongue with mocking dissatisfaction. “Because I missed you.”

His face begins to lean into you, lips slightly parted, and you know that he’s going in to press them against yours. Just as you’re about to gather all the strength you can muster and push him away, his body seizes once more and the black markings cross his face and wrists begin to fade and crumble away. An in-control-again Yuuji blinks a few times before checking his surroundings to regain his bearings.

“What happened?” he looks down at you and asks, not registering the fact that he was kneeling over you and firmly pushing you back against the couch with a painful grip.

A part of you wanted to punch Yuuji and run back to your room so you can wait out the slight panic attack that overcame you once Sukuna vanished, but you had to remind yourself that you would be hurting Yuuji if you went through with your action. In all honesty, that second point you told him of remembering to never think of himself as Sukuna was more for you than for him. While your ancestor would willingingly strike down any and all who have the slightest bit of affiliation with their tormentor, you are not them. Therefore, you will not stoop down to their discriminating level, no matter how justified it may be.

The night ended on an expected awkward note. Yuuji, bless his heart, went out of his way again to make it up to you. How? He bought a bunch of snacks from a convenience store in the city and gave them to you in a pretty, gift wrapped box. Nobara and Megumi, who helped him put together the forgiveness present, thought the gift itself was dumb and lackluster, but he reasons with them by stating how you also come from a countryside town as well and how you’d definitely like to try some of the Tokyo-exclusive goodies.

Well, the way towards another’s forgiveness is through the stomach, or something like that. The exact quote is a bit lost to you since you’re too busy savoring all the odd flavored chips and candies you’ve never had the chance to taste back home. Nobara and Megumi feel the immense urge to punch you in the back of your head over how easy you are to win over, but you look so happy eating your second bag of potato chips and Yuuji looks very relieved that he’s earned your forgiveness-

Oh wow you’re offering to share your snacks with them? Don't mind if they do!

While all of you try each and every snack Yuuji gifted to you and rate them like you’re all a bunch of snack experts all of a sudden, Sukuna is brewing in his own satisfaction as he watches you through the eyes of his vessel. Nevermind the fact that you sealed him away all those years ago. He’s back now by a stroke of luck that only seemed to strike again when he saw your familiar figure through Yuuji’s vision. The cursed energy that radiated off of you, the sword you carried by your side, even your face, there was no doubt in his mind that it was the work of fate that you and him were reunited in this new era.

He made the mistake of letting you out of his sight back then, and he isn’t going to let it happen again. He wants to take control over his vessel's body each and every time he’s anywhere within your vicinity, but not only does the brat have the convenient ability to suppress him, you’re a rather cautious one. Just when he thinks Yuuji to be alone and susceptible, you appear out of thin air and keep him at a standstill from within. It’s annoying, but at the same time impressive as well.

While you may be oblivious to his vessel’s budding feelings towards you, he sees this growing fondness Yuuji is beginning to garner towards you as an opportunity, a weakness he can exploit to force a small rematch between you and him. He won’t kill you. He just wants to know if your technique that surprised and caught him off guard back then still elicits the same thrill it did then.

You are his favorite source of entertainment after all, and it’s been far too long since he’s been amused.

Sloppy and desperate. Those are the best descriptors of your cursed energy the first time he detected it. Your sword still remains as beautiful and deadly as it was, cutting through rows of trees with ease with just the slightest bit of cursed energy embedded into your attack. It makes the phantom sensation of his vessel’s freshly ripped out heart, beat faster and his grin widens to the point of his cheeks hurting from the uncontrollable strain.

Precise and brutal. That is how he would describe your energy now. He easily feels the hatred and sudden rage that began to fuel and flare up your aura oozing out of you that only further accentuates its new characteristics. Normally, you would be swearing at him with a mouth so foul that it would make the average curse blush in embarrassment. He can’t say he likes the way you silently assault him. Where is that crude vocabulary of yours?

“Senpai!” Megumi shouts for your attention as he tries to keep up with your fast paced exchange with Sukuna. “You need to call down-”

“Megumi, don’t call me your damn Senpai!” You shout in response, eyes never daring to look away from Sukuna even as you address your classmate.

“That’s more like it!” he cheers with satisfaction. “Oh, how I’ve missed your damning words beloved.”

“Don’t call me that!” you shout as you swing your right arm and impulsively punch him. He easily blocks your melee, though you send him skidding back a few feet.

With the much needed space set between the two of you, you correct your stance to a more defensive one. Your innate technique has been actively running ever since Sukuna took over Yuuji’s body and activated his domain expansion. Your sudden bout of rage overwhelmed you after witnessing Sukuna rip Yuuji’s heart out, nearly forgetting that you’ve been barred from the ability to inflict any lasting damage against him in your frenzied state.

Your inherited technique allows you to perfectly parry his ‘Dismantle’ and ‘Cleave’, but no damage will be inflicted if you purposely strike with the intention of dealing a lethal blow as you have been for the past few minutes. Your sword is blunt upon contact, evident by the lack of any lacerations upon his skin.

He may have offered the chance to heal Yuuji if you agreed to spar with him, but you know better than anyone that it’s all a bunch of lies coming out of his stolen lips. Yuuji was lost the moment Sukuna came out and set his sight on you, or rather, who he believes you to be. You’d easily blame yourself for being the cause of his demise, but you also know that Yuuji wouldn’t like it if you blame yourself over this from the afterlife.

The least you can do to make it up to him is bring his body back so it can be properly cremated. He at least deserves a proper funeral.

“All tuckered out already?” Sukuna mockingly coos at you. “I suppose that’s to be expected. How long has it been since our last battle? I doubt there was any curse who could live up to my strength this past millennium.” He cackles when you don’t reply. He’s right. He knows he is.

You finally break your silence with an odd comment. “You really think I’m them, do you?”

Though obviously rhetoric, Sukuna gives you a questioning look. “Elaborate,” he commands.

“I’m not who you think I am,” you simply state. “I have the same technique as them, but I am not the one who sealed you away that fateful night. That person is my predecessor, while I am their descendant.”

You state your family name, then your first name, and wait. He willingly takes in this information, cupping his chin and looking up at the sky as he mulls it over before coming to his own conclusion. Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t seem to accept it as the truth, evident by the way he slips his hands back in his pockets and cocks his head at you with a playful attitude.

“Whatever the punchline was, I’m afraid it fell flat,” he lets out a sympathetic laugh. “You mean to tell me that after I was sealed away, you found yourself a spouse willing to take you, a washed up whore, into their bosom and bear children with you?”

The way he shakes his head and clicks his tongue in a dismissive manner pisses you off more than watching him crush Yuuji’s heart in his bare hand. Most of the memories of your ancestor revolve around their time as one of Sukuna’s concubines. The memories you have of their life afterwards are foggy at best, but you do remember the feeling of peace as well an overwhelming amount of bliss and mutual love their spouse gave them despite their history. It was one of the happiest moments of their life and it never once faltered even after they retold their darkest memories to their children and handed down their initial will, to always oppose the king of curses, no matter the era.

People may think it cruel, selfish even, that they did not strive to develop a better technique and pass down such a heavy responsibility to their children and their children’s children. But if there’s anything those hazy memories taught you, is that they do not regret the efforts that they did make to set themselves, and the others under his servitude, free from his tyranny. Had they submitted and gave into his whims, they would have never been blessed with their children and loving spouse.

Had they not done what they did, acted the way they did, you would not be here, opposing the king of curses within this new era of curses.

“I have never lied to you,” you repeat those now ancient words. “The least you can do is give me the benefit of the doubt before dubbing me a liar.”

It happened so fast that you question if it even happened or not. His eyebrows furrowed, the exact same manner when your ancestor severed the first of his twenty fingers on that fateful night.

When he began to approach you, you sheath your blade and returned to a neutral stance, feeling safe to do so as the previous hostile energy he exuded calms. Megumi stumbles in just in time to see Sukuna and you standing nearly chest to chest. He presses his palms together in preparation to summon one of his shikigami to provide support, but he stops his incantation when he notices that neither of you are exchanging blows anymore, though the two of you do exchange unfaltering glares towards each other that puts Megumi on edge even though he is merely a spectator in this situation.

“I am not them,” you firmly state. “This is the truth.”

Sukuna hums, dissatisfaction clear as you repeat your claim from earlier.

“It seems you weren’t lying,” he finally concedes. “Such a shame.”

With one final shrug, the black markings all over Yuuji’s chest and limbs begin to crumble until there's nothing but his unblemished skin. The sharper features his face takes on when Sukuna takes control and taints with his sigils turn back into those belonging to the typically boisterous boy.

“Hey,” his slightly raspy and confused voice greets you so genuinely.

“Hey,” you greet him back with a relieved, yet sad smile. His eyes follow yours that seemed focused on his chest and that’s when he finally notices the gaping hole as well as the lack of a beating heart and blood trail.

The grey clouds that have been gathering before you all were dropped off at the school finally begin to shed droplets of cold rain down on you. A drop lands perfectly on his face that looks indistinguishable to a shed tear. You instinctively reach out and wipe it away.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like this,” he pouts.

“It’s alright,” you withdraw your hand away from his cold and sickeningly pale cheek. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you from him.”

He took a deep breath as if he was about to say something else, but his eyes finally go blank and his upright body gives out and falls forward. You catch him with ease and carefully set him down on the damp soil. He’s officially gone to you, yet you take extra care to cup the back of his head and gently set him down with shaking hands. As you kneel beside his stiff body, another drop falls on his face and trickles down.

You’re not sure if it’s another raindrop or the first of many teardrops that begin to spill from your tear ducts once your brain finally registers that your best friend is lying dead before you.

A week later

Yuuji is dead, yet it is as clear as the large hole in his chest that Sukuna is still living on within the body, if only barely. Ieiri, Gojo and Ijichi can’t tell, but you can. Call it yet another inherited skill or instinct, but no amount of pitiful words or comforting pats on your back from either of them are going to make you second guess yourself on this matter.

Sukuna is alive, yet for some reason he isn’t staking his claim on the body. You know he can at any moment, but it seems he’s not entirely stupid and is trying to play his cards right.

Perhaps he’s waiting for something? Maybe a certain someone instead? It wouldn’t surprise you if he has allies that are still alive and are well aware of his resurrection. It wouldn’t surprise you either if they were gathering his other fingers in his stead. Those damn things are blinking beacons for other curses, so gathering them shouldn’t be hard even for the most mediocre of cursed beings. Even when he’s made into a bunch of inanimate objects, he can still cause some amount of chaos and grief.

Damn him.

Your claim that Sukuna still lives goes from outlandish and desperate to undoubtedly true when a faint pulse of his energy brings everyone’s attention to Yuuji’s corpse and puts you all on the defensive. It was a signal, specifically for you. He wants you to come to him, within his own playing field and without the prying eyes of your superiors or the chance for any outside interference from your teacher.

Speaking of Gojo, he’s been trying to pull you away from Yuuji’s corpse and usher you out of the room for your own protection.

“He wants to talk to me,” you state the obvious to him.

“Yeah, that’s not happening,” he says with finality. It’s almost adorable how he’s trying to play the role of the stern authority figure when he’s normally such an eccentric man 99% of the time. “C’mon, you need to leave.”

“Gojo-sensei,” you reach up to your shoulder that he’s tightly gripping and gently pry his hand off. “I mean no disrespect to you, or anyone at this school for that matter. But when it comes to matters regarding Ryomen Sukuna, you and the higher ups don’t know a damn thing about that monster.”

Your hand hastily reaches out and your fingertips merely graze against Yuuji’s cold and rigid skin. Just that slight contact is enough to have your surroundings shift from a stagnant and grey autopsy room to a dark and brooding domain. You blink away the dizziness from your sudden shift of reality and the first thing you notice is the pile of ox skulls. You also notice the endless rows of ribs high up in the air that further add towards the domain’s ominousness.

“I’m here!” you cup your hands around your mouth as you yell out. “The hell do you want from me you two-faced bastard?!”

“Quit screaming,” his annoyed yet strangely soft voice startles you. You abruptly turn around to meet him face to face.

“Where’s Yuuji?” you ask with command behind your infliction.

“There’s no one else but us,” he says in a poor attempt to make you drop your defensive body posture. When he notices that you aren’t relaxing, he points behind you with an annoyed glare. You turn to see nothing but the collection of dirtied animal skulls, but at the last second you see an unconscious Yuuji planted face down into the ankle deep water (blood?) at the bottom of the mountainous pile. Upon seeing the familiar tuft of pink hair, you sprint towards his unmoving body. You flip him upwards once he’s in reach, fearing he was drowning or at the very least injured in some way.

As you try to gently coax or check for any sign of life within your friend, you ignore or even fail to notice the way Sukuna observes you from behind. The boy is unconscious only due to Sukuna easily decapitating him earlier as they fought over the conditions of the binding vow he was enforcing in exchange for healing his vessel’s body and bringing him back to life. Just as he was about to uphold his end of the vow, he felt as you entered the room his vessel’s lifeless body was most definitely being stored to be later cremated.

His reaching out to you was an impulsive action on his part. He now knows that the one who stands before him is truly not you. Your energy and your descendants are near indistinguishable, so his sudden call of you was a mere force of habit and his prevailing desire to chase after you. It’s not his brightest moment, but you tend to make him act beyond what is usually his typical behavior.

As he watches your descendant talk to a half awake and delirious Yuuji, he can’t help but to examine them with a bit of awe. The one before him is your descendant of a thousand years, perhaps even more. They are your flesh and blood, and yet they retain not only your image, but even some of your memories as well. He doesn’t know what to think of this revelation, truly he doesn’t.

The only thing that’s rubbing him the wrong way is the fact that they are not a product between you and him. It’s not that he has or had any sort of unfulfilled paternal desire locked deep within him. Even if he did contemplate producing a few offspring before his temporary demise, he only wanted children for the same reason he wanted a harem, as a source of amusement that he can freely manipulate however he sees fit. Perhaps he did consider impregnating a few dozen of his concubines to see if any could birth him an heir worthy of his legacy, but the entire process was too much of a hassle that he wasn’t willing to deal with at the time. He had no pure intentions when it comes to spreading his seed into the world.

So why is he angry that you went ahead and did so without him?

“Your ancestor’s spouse,” he idly mentions in an attempt to garner their careful attention. From the way they stiffen up and look at him with that familiar glare of yours, he has it. “What were they like?”

“As if I’d tell you,” they say.

“I see you inherited their stubbornness,” he huffs with annoyance, but deep down in the deepest and most hidden parts of his mind, he feels somewhat glad that your stubbornness continues to live on in the world. “Tell me, and I’ll let you return with Yuuji-”

“Their spouse was just as stubborn as they were,” they cut him off with an immediate answer. “No matter how many times they tried to ignore or downplay their advances, they continued to chase after my predecessor until it was as obvious as the sun that they truly wanted to be together with them and make them happy.”

As he expected, their recollection of your life after him is too disgustingly domestic and romanticized for his liking. What does come at a surprise is that they completely went against their earlier proclamation of remaining silent and divulged him on the information he initially asked of you rather readily. Something must have switched in their mind. Are they trying to get back at him on your behalf by proudly stating that you lived a happy life without him?

“That’s exactly what I’m doing,” they say with a smug voice. “They hated you beyond comprehension, and even if they are long gone from this world, I assure you that their hatred remains just as intense as it was when they lived.”

“Don’t be mistaken, you pathetic human,” he growls, much more angrily than normal. “I could care less who they fornicated with and how many children they produced.”

“For the self proclaimed king of curses, you sure are a terrible liar,” they say, almost pitifully. “You regret the way you treated them, don’t you? Deny it all you want, I know I’m right.”

Your last comment is the final straw. With the flick of his wrist he casts you and Yuuji out of his inner domain and back into the living world. He heals Yuuji to maintain his side of the binding vow before settling back atop his rigid throne of horned skulls. He watches through Yuuji’s eyes how the two of you squeeze each other into a firm embrace after he reawakens. When Gojo makes a comment about how Yuuji is stark naked on the metal table, he feels the immense urge to grab one of the skulls and crush it into a fine dust in his bare fist as the two of you devolve into a fit of awkward but good natured laughter at the realization.

He can’t remember a time when you ever laughed or smiled like your descendant is doing now.

Does he regret never once seeing or hearing you in such a way? Maybe.

But you’re gone, so there is no point lingering on it too much.

There’s no point in having regrets now.

Bonus

Sukuna knew it was only a matter of time before you and Yuuji solidified your relationship as a romantic one. Back in his prime, he behaved no differently than Yuuji did after he brought him back to life, straightforward and without a second thought. Ever since he stole you away from your family and home, every chance you took at defying him and damning his name into the fiery pits of hell invoked something within him. Something no other man or woman can or ever will be able to. And yet, each time he reached out to indulge himself further of you, you retreated into yourself and tried to cast him out of every corner of your mind while he tried to engrave your everything into his very being. Your behavior to his advances differ greatly from your descendant, who accepts Yuuji’s advances with an honest and willing smile.

He watches the relationship through the unsuspecting eyes of his vessel. Sometimes, he gags at how sickeningly affectionate Yuuji can be. Yet despite his behavior, your descendant drinks it all up and returns the hugs and the kisses tenfold. Nobara and Megumi often roll their eyes on the sidelines and comment on how they were practically made for each other. Sukuna can't help but silently roll his eyes as well as agree with their annoyed comments, even if it makes him incredibly irritated.

Will he ever admit to the latter? Never.

He does not regret the way things turned out between you and him. He cannot regret for the sake of his sanity. Instead, he often ponders about the possibilities. Had he not taken you from your home, could there have been a chance you and him could have been friends despite his reputation at the time? If he courted you properly instead of forcing you into his collection of common whores, could you look at him the same way your descendant looks at Yuuji, with so much love and tenderness that it makes his stomach twist into knots and the back of his throat burn? Despite being a curse who sustains himself on his pure carnal desires, could he have been selfless and put forth the efforts to make you happy?

During nights when they share a bed together, he sneaks control over the body and traces what was once your face with his black painted claws. Could you ever look so peaceful as your descendant does now if you laid beside him? Would you remain in his bed until the sun rises instead of fleeing? Would your body feel just as warm, fit just as perfectly in his embrace as your descendant does?

Sukuna does not regret the path he took. He cannot, for the sake of his sanity. He does wonder about the possibilities.

He wonders, could this descendant of yours have been his as well?

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todorokibois · 3 years

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Along For The Ride - Atsumu X Chubby!Reader {M}

Disclaimer: Atsumu is aged up to about 21, as are all characters in my fics.

Genre: Fluff, Smut (Face sitting, praise, slight body worship and thigh riding), Slight Angst (If you squint real hard)

Pairing: Atsumu X Reader

Words: 3,060

A/n: Atsumu is a chubby chaser and you cannot convince me otherwise. Is this completely self-indulgent? Yes. Do I care? Not really. Can this be read even if you do not consider yourself chubby? Absolutely! Hope you enjoy! Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Summary: Your boyfriend has a very specific request.

The first time Atsumu had mentioned it, you nearly spat out the water you had been drinking. Clearing your throat, you had looked towards him with wide eyes. “Are you serious?”

“Deadly,” came his immediate response, gaze locked with you own.

A few moments of silence had passed between the two of you as he waited patiently for your response. You sighed, “I’ll think about it.”

The only response you got from him was a smile and a nod of his head. At least you didn’t outright say ‘no’ to the idea.

The next few times he brought it up, you managed to avoid the topic by changing the subject, face heating in embarrassment at the mere thought of what he was suggesting. Each time, he was patient, always looking at you with a glint of hopefulness in his eyes that you would agree to his proposal. However, you weren’t too sure if you should say yes or not.

Currently, the two of you are on your bed, lips locked in a heated embrace. Both of your shirts have already come off, along with your pants, as he helps you to grind down on one of his thighs. He smirks, knowing how much you love them, almost as much he loves yours. What’s even better is the slight dampness he can feel soaking through your panties and onto his thigh, only serving to make his cock twitch in his shorts.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this,” his voice is nothing more than a low drawl as his eyes drink up every movement you make.

The only thing you can manage is a pleasant hum in response, your movements quickening as you desperately chase your own high. In your dazed state, you barely register his next words, and once they click in your mind, they have you halting your movements as you stare down at him with an expression of mild shock.

“I want you to sit on my face,” his grip tightens on your thighs, eyes locked with yours as you hesitate to respond.

“I don’t want to crush you,” you finally say, nervously chewing on your bottom lip.

You’re not going to lie, you’ve thought about it, too. Given how much he’s asked about it, it’s obvious that this is something he really wants to try. You know he’d never push you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, but you are slightly worried you might suffocate him. Even if the thought of looking down at him between your thighs turns you on.

As if sensing the reason you’re hesitant, Atsumu is quick to respond, reassuring you with his words.

“Babe, it would be an honour to suffocate from your thighs,” there’s that look again, the one which lets you know he is one-hundred percent serious with what he’s saying.

Your heart flutters in your chest as you take a deep breath, warmth spreading throughout your body starting from your core, “okay.”

“Wait, seriously?” His whole face lights up, eyes sparkling with delight as he leans up onto his arms to get a better look at your face.

“Yes,” you nod once in confirmation, “I trust you.”

His heart feels as if it’s about to burst out of his chest as it swells with love and admiration for you, eyes clouding over with lust in the next moment as he continues to stare at you, “I promise I’ll make you feel so good, baby.”

Laying back down, he watches through hooded eyes as you carefully slide your panties off. As if he can still sense your slight hesitance, he smiles reassuringly at you, guiding your body so that your knees rest on either side of his head. He can already see your entrance glistening with your juices, just begging for him to have a taste. He smirks, licking his lips as his hands trace the outsides of your thighs, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“That’s my girl,” he hums as you settle above him. “Now,” his thumbs are stroking gentle circles on your skin as he locks gazes with you once more, “sit on my face.”

You can feel your walls clench around nothing as you carefully lower yourself to meet his waiting mouth. You’re careful not to sink down too far, making sure that there’s still an adequate amount of space between his head and your core. However, as soon as his tongue makes contact with your clit, you inhale sharply, nearly loosing your resolve to keep this amount of distance between the two of you.

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, doing your best not to succumb to the need to drop your entire pussy on his mouth in fear of squishing him. Each stroke of his tongue through your folds causes your legs to shake, and it becomes even harder for you to remain above him as you are. A fact of which he notices.

“I said,” he growls out, wrapping his arms fully around your thighs as he pulls you into him, voice now muffled by the skin of your thighs, “sit on my face.”

You can feel his arms tensing around you, keeping you in place as he holds you to his mouth, nothing separating the two of you now. A gasp escapes your lips as you feel him suck your clit into his mouth, using his tongue to flick over the sensitive nub shortly after. He wants all of you, and fuck, if your sounds weren’t music to his ears before, they certainly are now.

Allowing his tongue to explore every inch, he notices your back arching slightly at this new angle. Now that there’s no space separating the two of you, he can finally get to work on pleasing you the way he knows best. Fingers biting into your skin, he pulls away briefly to suck a mark onto your thigh.

“You’re gorgeous, you know that?” He grins, soon blowing cool air over the mark he’s just made and watching as you shiver slightly.

“You’re not-“ your breath hitches as he licks a teasing strip up your entrance, dark eyes locked on your face as it twists in pleasure, “you’re not so bad yourself.”

A chuckle rumbles from beneath you, “I don’t think you understand, darling. What I wouldn’t do to these thighs of yours,” he trails off, licking his lips once more. “So tender. So soft.” He emphasizes each phrase with a kiss. “Perfect for marking.” He growls, nipping at your skin and causing you to gasp. “Perfect for me.”

“Atsumu,” his name escapes you in no more than a breathless sigh.

“Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve dreamt of this,” he confesses, tongue going back to circle your clit as you keen above him. By now, you’ve had to grab onto the headboard to steady yourself, holding on tightly in order to ground yourself. He chuckles once more, “look at you, trembling from the slightest touch.” As if to emphasize his words, he gently caresses the inside of your thigh with his nose, eyes flashing to yours as he notices you twitch once more. “My beautiful girl.”

With another bite to your thigh, he guides his mouth back to your clit, flicking the nub a few times before sucking it back into his mouth with a new vigour. Your hand flies to his hair as you feel him move his mouth down to your entrance, thrusting his tongue as deep as he can and collecting every last drop of your essence that escapes you.

“You taste so fucking good, darling,” he groans, grip tightening once more around your thighs.

You can feel him smirk against you as he continues to work you closer to the edge. You even start to grind down on him in time with the strokes of his tongue on your folds. Each flick on your clit sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body, and you know it’s only a matter of time before you fall over the edge.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages, eyes alight with satisfaction and glee as he feels you begin to tremble above him, signalling you’re getting very close to your orgasm. “Use me. Use me for your pleasure and fucking come on my tongue.”

His words, combined with the way he expertly flicks your clit, moving in time with each of your thrusts has you tumbling over the edge in no time at all. His chest swells with pride as you come, head thrown back as you cry out his name in bliss, hand tightening your grip in his hair.

Gaze drinking in your figure, he watches as your chest rises and falls with each breath you take, small moans still escaping your lips as he laps up every last drop of your sweet nectar that you have to offer him. The way your body twitches in response makes his own shudder in pleasure, knowing that he’s the one to make you react like this, to make you feel this good.

Releasing his grip on your thighs, you move off of him, allowing for him to sit up against the headboard as you return to straddling his lap. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he watches you carefully. Only now is he aware of how painfully hard he is beneath his shorts as you both attempt to catch your breaths.

“Wow,” is all you manage to get out and you watch as his expression morphs into one of smug content.

“I knew you’d enjoy that,” he flicks his eyebrows at you in amusement, only causing you to raise one of your own.

“Oh?” This time, it’s your turn to smirk, shifting slightly to grab his prominent bulge and hearing how he lets out a slight hiss at the contact. “And if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you also enjoyed that.”

“More than you’ll ever know,” comes his response, his voice dripping with lust as his gaze flicks to your lips.

Understanding his silent request, you lean into him, connecting your lips with his once more. You can taste yourself on him as his tongue explores your mouth, a low groan escaping his throat as you grind against his hard cock beneath you.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he tells you, resting his forehead on yours, fingernails biting into your skin. “I need to be inside you.”

Nodding wordlessly, you give him one final peck on the lips before moving over to the nightstand and grabbing a condom. By the time you’ve opened it and are back to straddling his thighs, he’s removed his shorts. You watch as he holds his length in his hand, stroking himself a few times before you pass him the condom. Rolling it on, he watches you lick your lips, gut twisting as he sees the same want in his eyes reflected in your own. Ever so slowly, he watches you position yourself above him, head tilting back as he feels your warmth envelop him as you sink down on his cock.

This is one of his absolute favourite positions with you, with him sitting up and leaning against the headboard while you’re placed in his lap, riding him slowly. There’s nothing more intimate then this to him, being able to feel you so close to him as he holds you in his arms while you control the pace. He loves feeling ever inch of your body pressed against his own, getting to feel every little tremor you make while mapping out all of the curves of your figure. Every time this occurs, he swears that you’re made for each other, and to him, this position proves it.

Once he’s fully sheathed inside you, he rests his forehead on your shoulder, breathing laboured. How is it that you make every time feel like it’s your first? Never has he been able to rid himself of the butterflies, and at this point, he doesn’t ever think he wants to. How he got a goddess like you all to himself still boggles his mind.

His hands find purchase on your lower back as he places a gentle kiss onto your neck, “whenever you’re ready, baby.”

Nodding your head slightly, you wait another moment before starting a slow pace, feeling him continue to place gentle kisses onto your neck, chest, and shoulder. Each movement you make is drawn out, and you can feel him pull you closer as he lets out a soft moan. Your heart races in your chest as he pulls away to stare deep into your eyes, nothing but wonder, awe, and love shining within.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are today yet?” He asks, nuzzling his nose along your jawline as your breath hitches.

“You may have mentioned it once or twice,” you hum back, enjoying the casualness between the two of you, even during such an intimate moment as this.

“Then I haven’t said it enough,” he replies, and you can feel your heart flutter in your chest. “There’s not a day that goes by that I’m not thankful that you’re in my life.”

“Sumu,” your expression softens, movement momentarily halting as you whisper his name.

“It’s true,” his hand caresses your spine, trailing upwards slowly as you continue moving once more. You can feel him twitch inside you as you clamp down on his length unexpectedly. “Fuck- how are you so perfect?”

Now it’s your turn to hide your face in his neck, letting out a small whine of his name, “I wouldn’t say that.”

“Why not?” He lets out a small hiss as you shift above him slightly, allowing him to sink even deeper into your warmth. “You mean so much to me, so goddamn much. You’re smart, beautiful, talented, not to mention unbelievably kind, and I get to call you mine.”

You feel your walls involuntarily spasm when he says that, only causing a smug grin to pull at his features.

“You like it when I call you that, don’t you?” He teases, arms beginning to help guide your movements over him.

“Call me what?” You pretend to not know what he’s talking about, tilting your head innocently to the side.

“Mine,” he growls, and you cannot help the small moan that escapes you when he does. As soon as he hears you, combined with the way your pussy clenches once more around him, he knows he’s got you. “Don’t worry, baby, you’re all mine just as I’m all yours.”

Shifting his position slightly, his arms wrap around you securely, holding you to his chest as he plants his feet on the bed behind you, legs now bent to help support him better for what he’s about to do.

“My beautiful darling, you have no idea what you do to me. From the way you smile at me that sets my heart racing, to the way you call out my name,” he emphasizes each phrase with a sharp thrust into you, causing your legs to start to tremble as his name falls from your lips. “Yes, just like that- and don’t even get me started on this body of yours- fuck,” he pulls you closer, nails digging into your flesh as if he’s holding on for dear life. “So fucking perfect. It’s as if you were made just for me, and you always respond so well to my every touch, like I was made for you. I love everything about you, baby. I love you.”

By now, you can hardly form words of your own, only whimpers and moans of his name able to fall past your lips as you begin to meet his every thrust. Your arms are around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you just as he’s doing with you. You can tell he’s getting close from the way he twitches inside you, not to mention how much more laboured his breathing has become. Luckily, you’re not too far behind.

Pulling away slightly, you manage to meet his gaze, conveying wordlessly all that you want to say. He only grins at you as you cup his face in your hands and connect your lips once more, allowing your passion and love to come through in the kiss.

Removing one of his hands from around your back, he brings his hand up to caress your own, intertwining your fingers together and pulling your arms between your bodies. You swear you can feel his heart racing in his chest, just as you’re sure he can feel yours as you both near your release.

“I love you,” he echoes his words from earlier with a deep growl, staring deep into your eyes.

Hearing you mirror his words is the final push he needs to send him over the edge, you following at the same time. He comes with a loud cry of your name, feeling you bite down on his shoulder to muffle your own cries of pleasure. It’s as if the dams holding back your releases have finally broke, pure ecstasy flowing through your bodies as you remain intertwined with one another.

Holding you to his chest, he gently strokes your back with his hand, cooing sweet nothings into your ear as you both come down from your highs. Your breaths mingle together as you look at him to already see him smiling fondly at you.

“What?” You giggle, kissing him softly on the lips.

“Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you,” he answers, removing his arms from around you to allow you to move off of him and clean yourself up, also allowing him to dispose of the condom and pull his shorts back on.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” you mutter, yet he still manages to hear, causing a smile to tug at his lips as he watches you move around the room, one of which you don’t see until you turn around again to face him. “What’s that look for?”

“Nothing,” he hums, feigning innocence. “Just thinking about how hot you looked when you were sitting on my face.” You nearly choke on air with how casually he says that, but it’s his next words that have your cheeks flaring with heat, “next time, can we do it facing the mirror?”

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icarushasfallenfromthestars · 3 years

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Too Sweet (For This World) Yandere!Ranboo x F!Reader x Yandere!Tubbo

I think this is the best compliment I have ever received... Thank you so much🤍🖤

I didn't know whether or not to do headcanons or a full-length fic, so I went with a shorter story if that's alright. ^^ if it's not feel free to send another request!

FYI THIS CAN BE SEEN AS PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC

Huh... Maybe he felt that bad about it to the point where he was crying?

Although Fundy never said anything mean to you again, he also stopped hanging around you completely.

When you mentioned this to Tubbo, he explained that Fundy must not have been a real friend and that he and Ranboo would always be there for you before anyone else.

Once the mansion was built, the two platonic husbands eagerly invited you to stay with them, even saying they had Foolish make a room specifically for you! At first, you quite enjoyed your home around L'Manberg, but then one day you returned home to a wall of your home completely destroyed by vines, deeming it unlivable. Although a tad convenient..

"I thought Snowchester was like... Half a day's walk away from here..." You sniffed, rubbing your red and puffy eyes. The two men of greatly varying heights tensed up momentarily.

"We were in the area." They both blurted out at the same time before glancing at each other.

Tubbo cleared his throat first, "I was in the nether, but luckily for you, I was close to the old L'Manberg portal!" He smiled softly at you as you three walked away from your old home.

"M-Me too!" Ranboo coughed awkwardly, causing Tubbo to shoot him an odd look that you decided to brush off, "Now, uh, come on! Michael needs to meet his new mother!"

A disappointed grunt was your only response.

"What time is it?" You murmured softly to keep the child asleep as you rubbed the back of your stiff and sore neck.

You giggled softly and gave him a gentle pat on the head as he helped you up. He held onto one of your hands as Tubbo eagerly went for the other, jokingly sticking his tongue out at Ranboo who gave a noise of mock offence, causing you three to giggle softly as you left Michael's room and went upstairs.

"I'm okay, I'm okay!" You laughed softly at their worry, rubbing your thumbs along the back of their hands, "Just... Remembering the war with Dream and Techno..."

"What about it?" Tubbo asked, bringing you into the living room to sit down with your friends on either side of you.

You pursed your lips together for a moment as you looked at the ground, "Just how... Scary Techno is. And how he was about to kill me without a care about who or what I was."

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!"

"Are you okay?! Do you need an ice pack?!"

"Or a bandage from my claws?!"

Sighing softly at their over reactions, you leaned back against the couch...

Before doing a double-take.

Adorned with rings?!

...

When did these get put on you- wait... Did Tubbo say... wife?

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justpevensies · 3 years

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Please Come Back to Me

request: “ hi can i request a edmund angst like a really good heartbreaking one where he says really hurtful things he doesn’t mean but with a happy ending” - anonymous

blurb: Edmund says some things he didn’t mean..

A/N: my first request! this one was difficult to write but I hope you all enjoy it x

warnings: lots of angst but eventual fluff

Curled in a ball against the door, hot tears were free falling down your face spilling all over your hands and clothing. You had no idea how long you had been sat there weeping bitterly as the pain continued to sting every ounce of your being - your heart ached - and at the same time you felt numb with the sadness and shock. Muffled you could hear a voice crying from the other side of the door.

Very rarely did you and Edmund get in arguments but in this moment, that was exactly what you were doing. You couldn’t even remember what had triggered it but you both were here now and it was going back and forth. At the peak of this anger, Edmund said: “You know, I don’t even know why-”

“Say it!” You spat at him.

“I don’t even know why I care. Why I bother. I can’t believe we’ve come to this”. As far as you were concerned, that was what he thought of this relationship, unworthy of attention or care.

He stared blankly at you, there was almost no traces of remorse in his body. Tears began to glisten on your horizon and when you responded to him pleading your case, Edmund didn’t say anything and in that moment you wanted to slap him across the face for being a coward.

This wasn’t the Edmund you knew, this wasn’t the Edmund you loved. The Edmund you knew and adored didn’t argue with you, he didn’t raise his voice at you, he wouldn’t dream of speaking to anyone like this. In fact, it scared you.

“So that’s it?” You asked sternly. “That’s us?! After everything we’ve shared, experienced and dreamt, all it will come crumbling down over some stupid argument?” You asked, arms folded. Edmund looked at you and it was a look that could kill. “Well” he scoffed, “I guess it will”.

That was not what you were expecting. Your voice went quiet, almost as if you were restrained and you asked in a whisper: “What?”

Edmund turned around and sighed, about to resume work at his desk and he responded: “I don’t know if I can talk to you like this”. At that you stepped forward and grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around. “No!” you yelled. “I want to hear what you have to say”.

Edmund looked at you and shrugged, “Okay”. After that, he laid it on you. He told you everything he had been feeling in the last few minutes - anger, disappointment, frustration. You knew that recently he had been overworked and tired so you assumed that contributed greatly to everything he was doing right now - probably to this very argument - but the things he was saying at this moment felt different. Every word felt like a stab at your worst insecurities, it felt like an attack and you knew you wouldn’t dream of speaking to him like this, regardless of how he made you feel. In this moment, you looked at Edmund - tears in your eyes - and for the first time you didn’t feel any love for him.

Frozen in that moment, you whispered back to him when he finished: “Is that really how you feel? I’m not enough, I’m not good enough?”

Edmund didn’t say anything, he just clenched his jaw. However, he knew that as soon as he finished that he didn’t mean a word. The pent up frustration, anxiety and exhaustion of duties he had been experiencing lately had almost possessed him and he had found no other way to let out that anger than onto you. Everything he had just said to you was how he felt about himself, yet here he was - an unworthy, stupid fool who had wasted the most joyful and good thing. He knew instantly he had made the biggest mistake.

However, his lack of response convinced you that everything he said was true. You didn’t need him to say anything, so you took that as your cue to leave.

“(Y/N)! Stop! I-”

The door to his study opened and immediately slammed shut.

You raced to your dressing room in your bedchamber, slamming the door and locking it shut. Sliding down in defeat, you just the agonising pain consume you. His words raided your head, your heart was detonated, you wanted to scream but no words came.

Suddenly you heard another noise that wasn’t your heavy breathing or sobs: approaching footsteps. Rather quick paced footsteps.

You had forgotten to lock your bedroom door so whoever had come to check on you (bearing in mind several people saw you in the corridors) was obviously going to waltz right in after your emotional exit.

However, you recognized the sound of those footsteps, that walking speed. You wanted to believe it was him but everything right now was telling you he wasn’t interested and didn’t care.

“(Y/N)?!” A pleading voice cried out. It was Edmund.

He must have heard your cries from the other side of the door as you heard the footsteps approaching and then a loud banging on the door. The handle rattled as he attempted to burst in and - due to getting a fright - you suddenly held your breath. You were certain that your heart was pounding, as if something cruel was trying to break through. For a brief moment, everything was quiet.

That was what happened... you had no idea how long ago it was but you couldn’t see yourself moving anytime soon.

The voice crying from the other side of the door became more muffled as time ticked on. Cries, pleads and shouts from Edmund of your name gradually became more audible to you as you tried to inhale more and calm your breathing.

“(Y/N)?!”

The cries became more desperate, the thumps on the door became more repetitive but less strong, evidently it was hurting his hand. However that pain - as far as you were concerned - was nowhere near what you were enduring on the other side.

“Oh (Y/N), open the door!” Edmund yelled through with a cracked voice.

You didn’t want to imagine how he was looking right now because it would only tear you in two.

You managed to piece some of your emotions together to wimper out: “Edmund-”. You heard him let out a sigh of relief before his thumping stopped. “Oh goodness (Y/N)! Please open the door!” You had somehow managed to stop crying, as if all of reality had snapped back into place. However, it felt like some alternate universe, a nightmare, and one you wanted out of quickly.

“Edmund-” you repeated, holding back more tears, “No”.

“What?”

“Please go away”.

There was a silence before Edmund again knocked - this time in a more gentle manner - “(Y/N)” he said before you snapped: “Go away! Leave me alone!”

These words broke Edmund more than he could say, as if he wasn’t feeling guilt already. This came down on him like a tonne of bricks: you didn’t want him. He cracked involuntarily and he fell into the wood. With his face pressed against the door, some stray tears began to glide down his cheeks. You could hear him but you didn’t say a thing - right now there was no sympathy.

“Oh (Y/N)...” Edmund began to whisper. “Please... open the door. I need to talk to you”.

You scoffed, more tears beginning to glisten: “No you don’t! You’ve made your perspective very clear” you replied sharply before burying your face in your knees.

There was a silence but it was piercing. You could hear Edmund sniffling through the door and while you did feel compelled to open it - largely out of heartbreak -but out of stubborness you didn’t. He finally broke the tension by saying: “Listen (Y/N) you’ve got to open the door”. Just wanting him to leave you alone you shouted back: “Why should I?”

Immediately, Edmund responded: “Because I love you!”

Before you could even say anything back, he continued: “Yes. I love you! You may not believe that right now and the feeling is probably not mutual right now but I love you”.

You were silenced and you waited to hear if he said anymore. He did.

“Oh (Y/N) I love you so much. Every aspect of your being - your radiant smile, your character, the fact that you are truly genuine, caring and loving regardless of who or circumstance. I would compare you to the beautiful things of this world but none could do justice for you are so perfectly different from everyone and everything else. I cannot tell you how blessed I am to have you in my life - you’re a saving grace to me. However, I understand if that loving nature isn’t extended to me currently-”

You slowly began to stand up at the other side of the door, at the same time your head had fallen silent and no words were capable of coming from your mouth.

“I’ve been a fool. I was stupid and immature, and instead of talking about how I was actually feeling because of all this outside pressure, I took all of my own doubts about myself and put them onto you. You will never be like that - you are worthy of every ounce of love and praise, you are a saint. If I have to spend every day proving that to you then I will do that but I know I am unworthy to have you for making you feel how I did.

There was a pause.

“If you can find it in your heart to forgive me-” you heard Edmund whisper before breaking into tears. At that you leaned against the door, pressing your hand to the wood. Your heart ached, torn in two. He sniffled, wiping away any emotion before continuing: “If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I’ll never make you feel the way I have ever again. You’ll never doubt my love for you. I didn’t mean what I said, I don’t even know why I said it. But I know it was wrong”.

Those final words were the ones you needed and they began to patch your brokenness. He finally said: “If you will forgive me, I will dedicate all of my soul to yours. ” It was a bold statement but Edmund knew it was genuine and you could feel the truth from within it. “Please come back to me?” he asked in a whisper but you remained in your position, listening against the wood, unable to move from the response you had just heard.

The silence marked the answer. Edmund began to cry yet again outside and, defeated, he turned and walked away. His legs almost gave way and more tears began to fall - he had never known a feeling of loss and pain like this one. It was the pain that you could only feel when something special was taken away from you too soon, too unexpected, and he knew it was his fault.

Suddenly, from behind, he heard a noise and as he turned to see, he saw the door was unlocked, the handle moving at an angle and you stepped out from the hiding. You looked at his face, drowned in grief and his body beginning to sink, and the vision in front of you was a broken man. As Edmund looked at you, his heart pounded - unaware of what was coming and whether to be hopeful or not - and you simply responded: “I will forgive you”.

Without anything else being said, the two of you sprinted to one another and embraced closer than you had ever been. The most deepest of kisses was shared and almost instantly all of the pain had been washed away. Through muffled voices you both cried “I love yous” and Edmund restated his promise of faithfulness and love - you believed every word.

After kissing several more times, Edmund held your face in his hands delicately and he smiled brightly at the look on your face. Your crying had been replaced with tears of joy. You just wanted to hear him tell you how much he loved you again and again and as you gazed into his eyes, you knew those words were true. This was the Edmund you knew, this was the Edmund you loved...and would continue to love for all time.

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Trust Me -- Part 2

02/06/2021: Wow, uh, wow. This one got me. Almost started crying at the cheesy ending. I will cringe at it in precisely two months from now. Thank you guys SO much for all the positive feedback of PART 1, it really helped me finish this part. Without you guys, this would have been still sitting in my drafts. There's lowkey a bit of pressure in this actually being GOOD, so I'm sitting here with a bit of Imposter SyndromeTM and crossing everything I can cross that you guys like it. I can't tell whether I went overboard or not, though... I guess that's for you guys to tell me lmao.

Also, these commas can be pried from my very cold, extremely dead, fingers.

As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! For the first time in almost ever, I'm a bit very nervous to post this -- I hope you enjoy it!!

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Warnings: Lots of swearing, a bit of graphic violence, implicit mention of sexual assault (I hope it's not a spoiler to say that this does not actually happen, but the idea is used as manipulation. It's not done well, but I'm blaming that on the character being a horrible liar, instead of me sucking at write arseholes), implied character death.

Pairing: Edward Kenway x F!Reader

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The neighbouring ship was chaotic. The opponents were drunk on victory, so slipping through unnoticed was easy. The hard part was going to be staying undercover until you could free Edward and the rest of the crew without anyone falling casualty. “Strip them of their weapons and take them to the brig!” You heard the Quartermaster yell. Thinking quickly, you moved to Edward; if you knew where his weapons were, escaping could be much easier. People were already pulling out his pistols and cutlasses, fortunately dumping them in your arms. Looking around, you pulled away to hide them in an inconspicuous barrel for later.

You weren’t planning on staying long.

Quickly rejoining the group, you took hold of one of your crew members -- you recognised him as one named Jonah -- at the back of the crowd, keeping your face covered lest they accidentally reveal your identity. You kept your eye on Edward’s tense shoulders the entire time, heading below deck and to the rows of cells at the end of the ship.

As you gently pushed Jonah into the cell, someone slammed the door shut, chucking the ring of keys your way. “Lock ‘em up.” Swallowing, you nodded, feeling uncomfortable under their gaze while turning the key in the lock. Taking them out of your hands, a mop and bucket was shoved in its place. “You’re on cleaning duty, starting upstairs; let’s go.” With one last glance, your eyes scoured for Edward before they all disappeared from view.

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Edward

There was this crushing anxiety he just couldn’t shake. It rendered him almost motionless, crouched in the corner of the cell, picking at his sleeves. There was a commotion heading towards them; he was in for company he was not in the mood for.

Heavy footsteps gave away the visitor. “We searched your boat.” His crew parted to clear a view as Charles Marlowe relaxed against the cell bars. “We found your woman.”

Edward’s eyes snapped to Marlowe’s as he clenched his jaw, almost daring him to say more.

With a chuckle and a disgusting grin, he brought out a small knife to clean. “Don’t you want to know where she is?”

“I expect you’d would tell me regardless.”

“I would advise against winding me up, Kenway. I could always take my anger out on her instead.”

It took a second for Edward’s arms to fly through the bars, constricting around Marlowe’s throat. “What have you done with her?”

Although cold metal pressed against his jaw, he didn’t ease up.

“She’s waiting for me very nicely... in my cabin.”

Edward didn’t have to think very hard to infer his meaning.

“I’ll kill you if you touch her. I’ll kill you.” Growling, he held impossibly tighter, for if he was here, he wasn’t there.

“With your actions come consequences, Kenway. And you might not be the one paying for them.”

A dilemma came to mind: delay him to keep him away from you, or risk the consequences of his revenge?

Somewhat luckily, he didn’t need to choose.

Before Edward could comprehend that he loosened his grip, Marlowe slipped out of his grasp. The distraught Captain pressed himself against the bars, anger drenching his expression as he heaved out breaths. His captor laughed. “You’re very good at empty threats, Kenway.”

“It’s not a threat. It’s a promise.” His cold tone streaked through the crew, setting hairs on end. They had never heard their Captain like this before; so angry, so dangerous.

It terrified them.

“That remains to be seen. In the meantime…” With a mocking whistling tune, Marlowe spun on his heels and began to walk away.

“Come back here, bilge rat!” He pulled harshly against the cell door. “Don’t you dare touch her!”

“Then you better stay in line.”

As he disappeared from view, Edward’s emotions overwhelmed him, frustrated tears coming to his eyes. He turned to a solid wall, slamming the side of his fist against it and yelled.

Fear, anger, guilt, and grief echoed around the brig.

Collapsing against the wood, he hid his face in his hands, aiming to either calm himself or hide his inevitable breakdown.

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Y/N

“Finish up downstairs.” Nodding affirmatively, you picked up the mop bucket and eagerly headed beneath deck, having to consciously slow down to avoid suspicion. You were glad you were disguised in the uniform of Marlowe’s crew instead of the rags of the common sailors aboard; it would’ve made the job much harder than it had to be.

Keeping a level head, you walked past the cell holding your family and placed the mop bucket against the wall, scanning the deck.

Empty.

Sighing in relief, you realised that you were alone with your crew at last. As you pulled the covering off of your face, you shushed frantically, the cell almost erupting into cheers. You gestured for them to part, eyeing Edward, almost balled up in the corner of the cell. “Hey, Ed,” you whispered, watching as his head snapped up to you, eyes widening.

Scrambling up, he strode to the bars in a second, reaching through the gaps to hold you. “Thank Christ…” he exhaled in relief, bringing your forehead to his lips between the bars. You pulled away after a few moments, sharing relieved glances. “Are you hurt? Did they do anything to you?” he asked, eyes scanning you for any sign of injuries.

“No, no, I’m okay. Are you alright? Did we lose anyone?”

“I’m... fine; I haven’t done a head count yet.”

You didn’t reply, watching as Jonah came up to tap Edward on the shoulder. “Capt’n?”

He turned around, withdrawing his hands as Ryan came into view. “I can’t find my da’.” His voice was barely stable, cheeks stained with tear tracks. For a second, you both exchanged sorrowful glances.

Edward crouched down, ruffling his hair. “He’ll be around, lad. We just have to find him. Maybe he’s escaped and is planning his own rescue mission for us.”

Ryan nodded, wanting to believe him. Meanwhile, Edward stood and brought Jonah close, leaning to whisper in his ear. He withdrew, a willing but uncertain look on his face. Both retreated back into the small crowd.

“What did you tell him?” you asked.

“...That he has to look after Ryan now.”

You squeezed your eyes shut to stave off tears. “Shit.”

His fingers gently grazed your cheek. “Are you sure you’re alright? Does Marlowe know you’re here?”

Frowning, you shook your head. “I wouldn’t have thought so; if he did, I’d be stuck in there with you.”

His expression was nearly unreadable, but you could sense his anxiety. “I saw him come from here a few moments ago. What was he saying?”

“He…” Pausing for a moment, Edward swallowed. “Just Templar bullshit.”

You scoffed at the notion. “Of course he did. Look, I know how to get out of this.”

“I’ll take anything at this point.” Although his tone was sarcastic, you could tell that for the first time, he didn’t know what to do.

“He needs to die.”

Edward froze, brows narrowing, realising your intention. “No, Y/N, no.”

“‘No’ was an option in Nassau, but we don’t have that choice--”

“No, there must be another way -- “

“There is no other way! This is our only chance--”

“Are you hearing me?! He--”

“Do you understand the situation we’re in?!”

“No, Y/N, please--”

“All it takes is--”

“Just LISTEN to me!” He hissed through gritted teeth, grasping your arm to give it a sharp shake to stop you talking over him. The shock threw you into silence. Lowering his voice, he continued. “If you make so much as one mistake, he won’t just kill you; he’ll make you wish you were dead. Please, please, don’t do this.”

You were stunned. You’ve never seen him so adamant about staying your blade. The desperation in his tone threw you off; you’ve never heard him this serious -- this frantic -- before.

Edward grabbed one of your hands in both of his, bringing your knuckles to rest against his lips. “I love you… with everything I have; I can’t lose you. Not if I can help it,” he murmured, closing his eyes. Your heart broke as you watched a tear escape, trailing down his skin.

“Okay, okay.” You rarely saw Edward cry, and when you did, it was usually due to either drinking or laughing. He took a small, shuddering breath, trying to compose himself.

“We wait for Adé. Then we’ll think about Marlowe.”

“Alright, okay. Hey...” you caressed his jaw. “I’m okay. We’ll be okay. Trust me.”

You heard ruckus above the deck. “Someone’s coming.” Both of you broke away like shrapnel, Edward sitting himself on the floor while you mopped, facing the wall.

And that was how things were.

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A couple of weeks had passed since the crew was abducted from the Jackdaw. Everyone had been forced to labour on the deck, doing various jobs, from scrubbing floors to adjusting sails to everything in between. Adé was nowhere to be seen; whether he was hidden on deck and still strategising, or God forbid, something worse, you didn’t know.

A few didn’t make it.

Keeping your identity hidden was becoming increasingly difficult as time went on, of both being a woman and lover of the imprisoned Captain. You had, however, been able to gather intel of Marlowe from the crew that despised him. Each day further validated your belief that this man would be much better off dead; the crew have no loyalty except out of fear, and you could work with that.

You understood Edward’s fear, but it would be selfish of you to stand back and not do anything, watching as almost everyone on the ship suffered; if you did nothing, you would regret it for the rest of your days.

One particular morning was extremely hot, extremely dry, and extremely labour intensive. You were almost halfway through your journey, and you knew you were running out of time. Something had to happen, and soon, or you would never make it to the end of the year.

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Edward

After the first week, the crew joined the common sailors around the ship, performing average labour over hours. There was barely time to rest, eat, or drink; he could tell that this was wearing him down more than any form of torture.

The sun’s rays beat down on the nape of his neck as midday approached. Orders were to scrub the floor. He had a brush in his hand the size of a polishing brush, sharing a bucket with four other members of his crew. Each time he made eye contact with one of them, he’d give them a reassuring look; they’d all get out of this, he just needed a plan.

Doors were haphazardly flung open, Marlowe revealing himself from his cabin, followed by an entourage of his closest crew. They clumsily made their way across the ship, bumping into those scrubbing the deck, only to send them a look as if it was their fault in the first place.

One of them knocked over a bucket of water, spilling the liquid across the wood. Edward looked up to observe the situation. It belonged to his crew, including Jonah and Ryan. Marlowe stopped, his stare set on the ones kneeling, completely ignoring the real culprit. “You.” He crooked his finger towards Ryan. “Get up.”

With a petrified look on his face, Ryan stumbled to his feet, shaking like a leaf. “It wasn’t--”

Marlowe put his hand up, a warning to shut up. “It was your bucket, was it not?”

“Y-Yes, but--”

“So it was your responsibility, correct?”

“W-Well--”

“It’s a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question, boy.”

“... Yes, sir.”

Marlowe turned to call to his second in command. “Get the cat.”

Edward’s heart stopped. By now, the ship had dropped to complete silence. They wouldn’t… he was only a boy. Marlowe was sadistic, but he wouldn’t be that evil, would he?

Before he could stop himself, Edward found himself standing protectively in front of Ryan. The child gripped onto his sleeve as he was pushed behind his Captain by the arm. “Why don’t you give a punishment to someone who deserves it?”

Marlowe held a neutral expression. “You’re right…” With a wave of his hand, arms snaked themselves around Edward’s, pulling him away from the others, restraining his movements.

Edward’s eyes flitted to Ryan for a split second; he was pulled to sit beside Jonah before he gained any more unwanted attention. Marlowe came to stand in front of him, unpinning his cape from around his shoulders. It fell into someone’s arms, who carried it away. Although his limbs were pulled harshly behind him, he held his head high, a hard expression in his eyes.

Undoing his cuffs, Marlowe smirked. “I believe you deserve twenty, in place of that boy…” Without warning, a fist came into contact with Edward’s sternum. If it weren’t for the arms holding him upright, the force would have sent his knees buckling. As he regained his breath, he glared at Marlowe. “Another twenty is in order for disobedience…” Another strike winded him again, this one seemingly worse than before. Keeled over, hair blocking his vision, he almost didn’t notice Marlowe leaning into his ear. “Then, about as many as I deem fit…”

Standing up straight, he shook out his hand. “Get him ready.”

Edward stumbled as he was half-dragged across the deck to the main mast. His chest and face collided with the post, the wood almost burning his skin. His arms were pulled taut above his head, rope quickly entwining itself around his wrists. He gave them an experimental tug, his heart skipping a beat when he found not even an inch of give.

Oh, fuck.

Hands gripped the back of his shirt, swiftly tearing it open. His muscles tensed as the sunlight hit his skin. Closing his eyes, he steeled himself with a breath.

The first strike licked his skin, the force shoving him against the post, ripping open stripes of flesh. Pain shot across his back. Biting a back a groan, Edward clenched his jaw. Sweat trailed down his temples, arms straining against the ropes.

Resting his forehead against the post, he prepared for the next lash.

But the strike never came.

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Y/N

Ooh, boy.

You were shocked at yourself for a moment, your hand firmly wrapped around Marlowe’s extended wrist, the cat of nine tails trickling Edward’s blood onto the back of your hand.

“I demand satisfaction.”

Gasps and muttering littered the crowd, and you kept to yourself the true realisation of what you’ve done.

You’ve challenged Marlowe to a duel.

“Don’t…” Edward looked over his shoulder, voice loud enough for only you to hear.

You spared him a side glance, urging him to quiet down.

Instead of the expected anger, Marlowe chuckled. “Alright; who demands it?”

You pulled off your face covering and hat, the sun hitting the skin on your face fully for the first time in two weeks. “Naturally, me.”

He hummed darkly, eyes narrowing with recognition. “Naturally.” He began to unsheathe his sword.

“I thought you were a man of tradition; are pistols not your forte?” You raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

After a prolonged glance, metal clicked back into its leather hold. “You really don’t know what you’re getting into, my dear.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“... Let’s get this over with.”

Your heart pounded. This was such a stupid move.

But it was also your only move.

Hiding your own fear, you held eye contact with Marlowe. With trembling fingers, you drew your own pistol, gifted to you by Edward from your last birthday. It was very much your lucky charm, and you hoped it wouldn’t fail you now.

“Ten paces, on my count.” You had no idea who the voice belonged to, nor did you have the current emotional capacity to care. Pulling the hammer down on your pistol, you turned your back to Marlowe. A blank was fired, the echoing shot a signal to start moving.

1…

2…

3...

It was almost deadly quiet.

4…

5…

6…

This was stupid, this was a bad idea. You won’t make it.

7…

8--

An unexpected shot rang out. You dropped to the floor, a pain beginning to blossom in your side.

“NO!”

Marlowe had cheated. Internally, you scoffed. Of course he did.

Although it stung, you were surprised at how bearable the pain was, given you just got shot.

Or did you?

You lay still, partly in shock and partly to plan what to do next.

“What are you all looking at? Get back to work!”

“Y/N? Y/N/N!” You heard Edward’s voice crack. “You cheating bastard!”

“Now, now, Kenway. Don’t forget the position you’re in.”

Floorboards creaked as someone approached. Pistol miraculously still in hand, you waited for as long as possible. Just a little longer....

A shadow shaded your face from the sun. Without thinking, you turned, aimed, and shot.

Marlowe stared back, glassy eyed, blood trickling down his nose.

A moment later, he collapsed.

No one dared to move, choosing to stare at the body in front of them, not quite believing that he was dead.

The monster of a man was dead.

After the adrenaline ebbed away, you sighed heavily. “Glad that’s over.” A hand came into view, offering assistance to stand up. You locked eyes with someone who should have made himself known a long time ago. “Adé!” Accepting the help, you smirked. “Great timing.”

You quickly moved to Edward to begin untying the knots around his wrists. “What the fuck were you thinking?!” he exclaimed, exertion clear in his eyes.

“I’m sorry for worrying you--”

“Worrying me?” One wrist freed, he deftly moved to the other. “When I saw you lying there, I felt as if I had died!”

You sighed. “I needed to do something, lest you became more bone than back.”

“That was the most stupid plan I’ve ever seen in my life.” His hands free, he paid no heed to his own wounds and immediately tried to inspect yours. “You were so irresponsible--”

Bringing his face to yours, you stopped him talking with a kiss.

He diffused immediately, finally processing that you were in front of him, alive, and Marlowe was the one dead on the floor. Melting into you, the tension in his muscles dissipated, replaced only with relief. He broke apart from you, burying his face in your neck, his arms wrapped around you tightly.

“If the plan worked, it couldn’t have been that stupid,” you remarked.

“I’m so sorry.” His words were mumbled into your shoulder.

“You were looking out for me; I would have done the same if the roles were reversed.” You hugged him back, recoiling when he suddenly flinched in pain. “Oh, God, I’m sorry.”

“Shall we just accept each other’s apologies and call it a day?”

You laughed. “That would be good.”

Turning to the hands on deck, you raised your pistol in the air. “It’s over, lads! We can go home!”

You held your side, the pain greatly subsided under the amount of other emotions you were feeling; joy, relief, but also grief. Not for Marlowe, but for the ones that didn’t see this day.

You made a vow there and then; a vow to live your life the way they would have lived.

With joyful, carefree fun.

With the ability to live in the moment.

With gratitude for what you still have that they lost: For some, love, and for others, life.

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While You Sleep

Chapter 14

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: depictions of panic attack, suggestive content Summary: Soulmate!AU - Throughout life, you’re given glimpses of your soulmate through dreams. As you sleep, memories flash in your mind showing you the life your soulmate has lived. Everyone around you raves about how their soulmate reads great books or volunteers in their spare time. But you can’t relate as your dreams end up being more like nightmares. Through initial images of death and violence, you come to learn your soulmate is the Winter Soldier.

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After a couple of days had passed, Bucky had approached you with the idea of going on another date. At first, you were greatly hesitant. The memories of the Hydra man telling you their first glimpse of you was during a date couldn’t escape your mind. You had brought it up to Bucky as gently as you could but he assured you, you had nothing to worry about. Those at the facilities were…”gone.” He had simply put it at that. You didn’t want to think about how deep the organization may actually run seeing as they had been able to be under the radar for a while. But you forced yourself to put the rest of your great concerns away and, eventually, agreed to a date.

Bucky thought the movies could be a fun thing for you two to do. He admitted he hadn’t been to one in quite some time and was interested to see what was out there in terms of genres. That led you two to sitting at the kitchen counter in the compound, leaning over the newspaper, skimming the movie showtimes. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you could've just looked this up on your phone.

“What about an action movie?” Bucky asked. You scooted your stool closer to read the title he was pointing at. You had to admit, you were getting pretty comfortable at the compound, having declared this one particular stool yours in the kitchen. You were harboring a lot of concerns over your apartment. It still sat in your mind as the, well, the initial scene of the crime. The start of that incident. Thankfully, no one seemed bothered by your extended stay and you thought Bucky seemed to secretly enjoy playing house in this capacity.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “They’re so hit or miss. We might not like it.”

Bucky hummed. “If we don’t like it, it’ll just give us an excuse to make out.”

You couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your lips. It was a rare occurrence lately and Bucky always looked relieved when you’d show any signs of getting closer to peace. “Is that why you want to go to the movies, Buck?”

Your soulmate scoffed, shaking his head with a little cheeky grin. “You mean to tell me you really watched every movie you went on a date to see?”

“Oh, hush,” you smirked back as Bucky playfully rolled his eyes. “I guess nothing really changes over the years.”

This banter was good - it felt good. You weren’t in pristine condition but this was maybe showing some progress. Crying in bed with Bucky seems like a lifetime away despite just being a day or so ago. Concerns of various formats weren't vanishing so fast, though. Especially in the realm of nightmares. You hadn’t brought it up to anyone but it was like something had reset in the bond. While they weren’t as obnoxious, you weren’t getting dreams of Bucky reading or any cute shit like that.

“How about a horror movie? That could be fun,” Bucky said. “I can hold you when you get scared.”

You bit your lip. “Who said I get scared during horror movies?”

Bucky shook his head, letting out a light laugh. “You’re making this impossible, doll.”

Before you could tell him to quit it, someone entered the kitchen. The person came up behind you two and began looking over your shoulder at the movie times. “Going to the movies?” Steve asked.

You and Bucky turned to him, nodding. “We can’t figure out what we want to see, though.”

Steve hummed as his eyes raked over the page. “How about a romance?” He suggested. “Bucky used to cry his eyes out over those.”

Immediately, Bucky began spewing protests left and right calling Steve the biggest liar while you couldn’t help but genuinely crack up at the situation. It was a nice thing, you thought, sitting here laughing over something silly between Bucky and Steve. Almost like you were getting on and everything was figuring itself out. Maybe today would be the day it all finally took a turn.

“Alright, alright,” you said, trying to calm Bucky. Steve looked greatly amused while your soulmate was just annoyed. “I think that’s settled then. My curiosity has peaked. I wanna see a romance.”

Bucky groaned. “It happened one time.”

Steve shrugged. “Maybe she can hold you just in case it happens again.”

“Thanks, Steve,” Bucky scoffed. “Want to share anything else with her? Any other embarrassing stories from back in the day you think she just desperately needs to hear?”

You looked excitedly towards Steve. “Yeah, Steve, is there anymore?”

He smirked. “Trust me, there’s plenty. But I wouldn’t want to waste them all now. I’ll save them for your wedding day.” And with that, Steve nodded, possibly quite proud of himself for dropping that, and exited the kitchen, back on his path to wherever he was going. He left you two practically with a bomb.

Wedding day - the idea of that was something that has never crossed your mind. And from the looks of it, neither had it crossed Bucky’s. It wasn’t uncommon for soulmates to get married. Most didn’t see the purpose outside of the legal side but you didn’t fall into that. You were hopelessly guilty of daydreaming about your wedding day...

Bucky cleared his throat. “So,” he looked back at the paper, “romance it is, then?”

You took a deep breath, snapping your thoughts back into place. “Sure.”

***

Steve’s claim hadn't been that too far off. As you two were exiting the theater, having just watched an hour and a half of two people being oblivious when it comes to love, Bucky wouldn’t meet your eyes. You were commenting on the movie but he was stuck looking at the hem of your dress. You had gone with a light sundress having not much effort to get that dressed up but still wanting to look good for your man. It was decorated with little polka dots. Apparently, the dots were the most fascinating thing in the world to Bucky.

“Bucky,” you nudged him as you were walking down the street, “are you even listening to me?”

“Hmm?” Bucky jumped, his eyes finally meeting yours. And sure enough, they were wet. You couldn’t help the little giggle that escaped you.

“Steve wasn’t kidding,” you smiled, “romances really get to you, huh?”

Bucky playfully rolled his eyes and looked away. You took the opportunity to take your hand in his as you two continued your walk.

After a moment, you spoke again, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Buck. I think it’s quite endearing.”

He scoffed. “You’re just saying that.”

“I am not,” you protested. “I think it’s very sweet you love love that much. I see it when we’re together.”

Bucky finally turned back to you. “Really?” He asked so gently. His eyes had a glimmer of hope in them. Your heart was melting.

“Of course.”

Abruptly, he stopped you two right there on the sidewalk. He looked like an absolute dream in his nice shirt and slacks, illuminated just by the glow of the night and the flickering street lamps. He was looking at you like you had hung the moon and stars. You went to ask why you two were stopped but before you could, Bucky’s lips were on yours. They were so soft and gentle yet fierce and loving. You had forgotten how much he channeled in these kisses as you hadn’t been quite intimate since before the kidnapping. You had been scared, quite honestly. Despite the sequence of events not exactly being related, the last time you slept with your soulmate you were whisked away. It was a stupid, ridiculous fear you felt slowly dissipating the more your lips moved in sync.

Suffice with the moment but leaving a bit to tease, Bucky eventually pulled away. “Let’s get back to the compound.”

You bit your lip a bit more hesitantly than you had intended but still nodded. You knew where this was going and you had to run with it. You had to let Bucky guide you to it. He was it for you, you had to remember. He was your soulmate for a reason and you were getting through this together. As cliche it seemed, you walked with him into what felt like the unknown.

***

The second you were outside the shared bedroom, Bucky couldn’t keep his hands off you. He was the perfect gentleman on the way back and even all through the compound but once the coast was clear, his hands were trailing up and down your sides, dipping scandalously low. You tried playfully shooing him away but then he’d reach under your dress and pinch the inside of your thigh and, well, after that, you were practically done for.

You were absolutely amazed by how naturally you fell back into this rhythm with Bucky. You figured something had just been needed, some kind of push to get you back on track. Maybe this date had been that. You didn’t want to think too much anymore, though, so you followed Bucky as he walked you back into the bed.

He was on top of you in a matter of minutes, lips locked fully with yours as his hands continued to roam. It was all happening fast. Very fast. Bucky was a skilled multitasker in more ways than one. As he was taking off his shirt, he was already working on getting your dress off. You paid little attention to any of it, trying to let yourself get lost in the movements and lovingness of your soulmate.

Once your dress was discarded, long forgotten in the room with Bucky’s shirt, next came his pants and your bra. All while doing so, Bucky kept stealing kisses from all over your body. Your lips. Your neck. Your chest. Your stomach. He was like a starved man and maybe, in some way, he really was. Part of you had denied him from so much, including sex, after the…

Your eyes shot open. Your heart was suddenly pounding but not in the excited, horny kind of way. Not in anticipation for your soulmate’s touch. In fact, you wanted the exact opposite of that. You felt like you were suddenly suffocating. You became very aware of Bucky’s body on top of you, the weight of him holding you into the bed that was so soft you felt like you were sinking.

Bucky was seemingly oblivious to all of this despite your breath becoming shallow and unsteady. You wiggled under his touch trying some way to get him off but he mistook it for pleasure and kept his teasing work around your panties.

“Bucky-,”

“I know, doll,” he hummed, his lips back at your neck while his metal hand dipped a little into the waistband. You shook your head.

“No, Bucky, please-,” your voice was barely there as you tried to convey your nervousness. Your brain felt like it was cloudy. You didn’t know what to say, what to do, to get his attention. You gasped, overwhelmed.

Bucky pulled away from your neck immediately, brows furrowed in confusion at your sudden switch in emotion. He said your name, voice so full of concern, but he felt so far away.

You couldn’t find the words anymore so you just tried to push him off. While naturally impossible, he took the sign and quickly lifted himself off of you, going as far to leave the bed. He stood at the foot of it, watching you try to prop yourself up on your elbows.

You were struggling to breathe still and trying so hard to get your brain focused on something other than the feeling of being held down. It didn’t make sense, though. It really didn’t. You hadn’t been held down like that but there was something about the logistics of it your brain couldn’t separate the actions. You couldn’t move, you were dominated once again. And then you suddenly remembered Bucky’s involvement and it all just… It was all just one giant fucking mess. Your hands were shaking.

Bucky tried again, “Sweetheart, are you okay?”

Your eyes shot to him, realizing how wild you must look. You were having a panic attack in the middle of sex. How much more could your life be affected by those goddamn-

“Doll, please, breathe with me,” Bucky pleaded as he leaned down to your eye line. You sat up further and he took the chance to take your hands in his. He held them as they shook uncontrollably. You stared into his eyes, regaining some order in your breathing.

“I-I’m sorry-,”

Bucky shook his head. “No, don’t you dare apologize. It’s alright, I understand. Just focus on your breathing. There’s nothing bad here, sweetheart. Just me.”

You nodded slowly and closed your eyes, focusing on your heart which was finally settling down. You pushed away the thoughts. The images of being strapped down. The way you were tossed around like a ragdoll. The look Bucky wore as he killed those men-

You shifted your attention to the weight of Bucky’s hands in yours. They had done so much bad but were also doing you so much good.

It was over. Everything you had endured was over. Those men were gone. That Bucky wasn’t really that Bucky. He was still your Bucky. The Bucky that walked you to work and cried over movies. You had to drill this into your brain before something else overtook you.

After a moment or so, you felt you could finally reopen your eyes. Bucky was still watching you intensely.

“B-Better?” He seemed nervous to ask.

“Yeah,” you said, finding your voice again. “Thank you, Bucky.”

He let out a small sniffle and that’s when you finally saw the tears forming in his eyes. You looked down at your connected hands, unable to bear seeing what you had caused.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered. “I’m here whenever you need me.”

You gave a small, shy nod. “Can we just go to bed now?”

Wordlessly, Bucky stood up and grabbed one of his shirts for you. While you threw it on, Bucky began unmaking the bed. Once he had set up your space with the blankets you cherished, you crawled right in and tried to let sleep take you.

It wasn’t very pleasant in your dream world as the memories of the kidnapping filled you, despite all your best attempts to suppress it.

But you stood no chance escaping these because they weren’t your memories. They were from Bucky’s perspective.

Unknowingly to him, you were seeing all the steps he had taken when it came to murdering the Hydra men. You felt the anger, the determination. The absolute disregard for them. You could practically feel it as his fist collided with them. As he drained their life from their bodies.

You didn't want to react, though - God forbid you give Bucky another reason to worry - and instead, you gave in to them.

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