#a small drabble

[generalsdiary]

Aeon!reader x Sunday where Sunday is unexplainably, hopelessly in love with the reader and likewise for the reader who actually appears in person to listen to Sunday’s troubles and prayers- but it is impossible for a mortal to fall in love with an Aeon. in an attempt to find out how this is possible, the reader kisses Sunday and finds out, it is because in his future he almost fully succeeded at becoming an Aeon which made his life nonlinear and gave him the ability to fall in love with a god-like entity. but the reader leaves him upon this revelation (which they don’t share with Sunday) and doesn’t answer his prayers for the following years until Sunday fails to ascend to Aeonhood. and then when he just needs comfort while hiding in a hotel room, away from the authorities trying to punish him for his wrongdoings in Penacony, despite the years of no answer, he utters the name of the Aeon he used to pray to, the Aeon he loves in inexplicable ways, hoping to see them and… the Aeon appears in front of him once more.

thoughts?

[nobodysdauqter]

just thinking about wes bennett fucking you while your parents are at home. the sensual and loving type of way. his presence easing the nerves, his warmth filling you up. the intimate touches, soft groans, and quiet whispers. not to mention, those cheeky comments that make the slight red tint fade into your face, as well as the adrenaline rush through your body at the thought of your surroundings. and the marks on your neck from his lips, teeth gently pulling your skin, but nothing what soft kisses after can't sooth.

[fablesuntold]

A week, a month.. maybe even two? Who was really keeping score of the days anymore? Lucas certainly wasn’t.

Every day seemed to blur into one since that wretched night at the Creel house, and staring at the same four hospital walls which gave no indicator of what date it was, wasn’t helping clear up his brain fog either. But the date and time was the least of his worries.. in fact, how could he worry about anything other than Max Mayfield and the current state she was in— still recovering both psychically and mentally from the trauma of Vecna’s curse— but a warrior all the same, proven by how quickly she’d woken up after predictions she’d be comatose for months. Even adorning casts and a neck brace, she still somehow managed to make them look badass.

That was just the Max Mayfield charm.

At least she was alive, huh? More than what could be said for anyone else who’d been touched by the curse— perhaps why Lucas was so on edge every any time her heart monitor spiked suddenly— fearful that Vecna had come back to finish the job.

Still.. Lucas couldn’t shake the pending guilt of it all— that it was his fault she’d ended up this way when he was the one who’d promised to pull her out before Vecna could get his hands on her. It made his stomach twist into knots thinking back to that moment.. Max levitating in the air just out of reach as if Vecna was purposely taunting him, forced to watch helplessly and then.. snap! the sickening crack of her bones as her limbs bent in almost animatronic ways— like something straight out of a horror movie. The scene played out in slow motion in his mind on a loop, him mulling over what he could have done better and mentally cussing himself for letting it happen.. although deep down he knew there was nothing that he could have done differently thanks to Jason Carver and his untimely intervention.

If only he’d been faster though, more vigilant.. then maybe Max would be— no. No, he couldn’t keep on with this train of thought. Wasn’t he already punishing himself enough with lack of sleep and little to eat? Not that he had much desire to eat or sleep anyway. What was the point when sleep only brought the nightmares and food made him feel sick to his stomach?

Pulled out of his self despair by a low groan emitting from his right, coal coloured orbs shot up to glance upon Max who was apparently just waking up from a nap. Poor girl looked exhausted. No surprise there considering how many pain meds were in her system. “..Morning, sleeping beauty. I was starting to think you’d entered your princess era.” A crooked and tired grin spread its way across his lips as he gazed up at her weary face from the uncomfortable hospital chair.

How many times had he counted the freckles on her cheeks? Enough to memorise how many there were: 34 to be exact.

34 beautiful constellations..

Just 34 more reasons added on to the endless list of other reasons why he was still in love with Max despite all of their trials and tribulations.

[1930sdarlin]

(Meme made by Me, @1930sdarlin )

[trappolia]

"i never noticed this before," you murmur, brushing your fingers over the singular dragon scale upon malleus's forehead, the ebony a darker shade of his hair against the pallid alabaster of his skin. the touch startles malleus for but a single moment, before he regains his composure.

he smiles, something impish and childlike glinting in his eyes as he leans down till he's level with you. unperturbed (you've grown accustomed to his many quirks in your time together, just as you've found the beauty of the gargoyles that malleus finds so much joy in observing), you take his closeness in proximity as an invitation to continue. malleus makes a soft, pleased purr as you brush his bangs away, touching the delicate scale.

"i suppose it's always been covered by my hair," he muses, smiling conspiratorically. "does it please you, finding more evidence of my draconic lineage?"

you hum, barely holding back a smile as you twist a strand of his hair around your finger. "i suppose it pleases me just to learn more things about you."

malleus blinks, caught off guard by your boldness for just a moment before he throws his head back to the raining heavens to laugh. the tears of the sky touch his face, and he has never been more angelic.

"oh, you delight me so, child of man."

[spidey-webz]

18+ MDNI

virgin!bob that’s so desperate for you. he hasn’t fucked you yet, but you’ve made out with each other. let him touch you. his cock always grows hard in no time, heavy against your inner thigh as if being inside you becomes more urgent with every day.

he whimpers against your lips when you wrap your legs around him and he ruts into you, multiple layers of clothing still separating you. he can’t wait to finally find out what it would feel like, to be between your legs and feel your pussy clench around him. bob has touched you before, fingers slipping between your folds messily, maybe a little painfully so, watching your face for any reaction. he had clumsily fumbled at your clit, a small attempt at making you cum for him.

you had taken his hand and showed him how to properly touch you. and god, he is an avid learner.

one day, you decide to let him rub himself against your panties. he watches your hips buck up against him when his tip slides over your sensitive clit, panties turning dark from your fluids and his own. bob mumbles profanities under his breath, his tip red and angry, before he wraps a hand around his cock and starts stroking himself.

he comes so quickly. the sight of you, all naked except for your panties, is already enough.

his hands are back on you afterwards, his cum still sticking to your belly and he rubs it in a little before leaning back down to kiss you. messily. his cock is still bumping against your thigh and he gets hard again, thanks to the serum.

“p-please, i want to-“ his voice is nothing more than a stutter, his big hand sliding down your hips and pushing your legs apart a little more. “wanna feel you properly. need it.”

you can’t deny him what he wants, right?

[k0mmari]

Endless Abyss(kinda)! SY AU

First things first, this is very much inspired by this post by @/rainbowsmagicandshit and @/allpiesforourown, HIGHLY recommend reading that fist just to get a glimpse of where I started off, but do note I have accidentally deviated from the original idea a bit, so uh, oops ig.

This was born out of a mix of different ideas (as usual), so think of this as ‘The AU where SY is a demon, and also the Endless Abyss, and also my excuse to have Binghe possibly make a harem consisting entirely of SY’s’, or, as I like to call it:

As per usual, Shen Yuan has died. It happens to the best of us, and of course, he died while reading the glittering piece of trash that is Proud Immortal Demon Way.But, as he is in the process of getting snatched away by the System, something goes wrong, and the System has to quickly redirect itself and it causes SY to get knocked out of course.

His soul scrambles to find a new host, and it manages to find someone suitable enough. When SY wakes up though, he isn’t greeted by the sight of a roof, or a forest, or anything remotely familiar; instead, the moment he regains consciousness, he’s senses are flooded with as much information as possible. It’s like a computer with too many tabs open, but in this case, you can see all the tabs at the same time and all of them are playing the most obnoxiously loud videos possible, in fact, everything feels so overwhelming even thinking becomes too much.

What SY doesn’t know is that he has transmigrated into the body of a Titan, an almost extinct godly demon race that only existed in the confines of Airplane’s first drafts, and it turns out shoving a human soul into the body of a deity doesn’t bode so well, since what the human mind is able to process doesn’t even come close to what a Titan is able to feel. So because SY can’t get a hold of his own mind, his control of his own body is also not great, and he is completely unaware as his newly acquired body goes on a rampage.

See, SY is currently in a very old version of the Demon Realm, so old in fact, Heavenly Demons still rule over the Realm. It really is quite a shame that SY wasn’t in his right mind at the time, and instead of being able to observe how ancient Heavenly Demons governed demonic society, he instead accidentally set on a path of destruction, with the casualties being anything that had the bad luck of standing in his way. In fact, the destruction got so bad a few of the Heavenly Demons rulers, who notoriously hated each other, settles on a temporary peace agreement and joined forces to stop the mad Titan.

SY, in his frenzied state, didn’t even notice as hundreds of years went by as the Heavenly Demons tried to stop him, and also barely noticed when they finally managed to chain him down and cast him away to be forever banished to the Endless Abyss. His body, once so tall it grazed the clouds, was torn apart, with each of its different parts sealed away in various locations as an attempt to diminish the Titan’s power. It worked, actually, and unbeknownst to the demons, SY slowly began to get his thoughts in order; the event that finally pushed him to coherency was when a few of those Heavenly Demon rulers got greedy, and while sealing away SY’s body parts, attempted to harness his power for themselves, and tried to create legendary weapons out of his flesh and bone.

Most of them failed, a Titan’s power to overwhelming for even a Heavenly Demon to handle, but one of them succeeded, and created a powerful sword made from the Titan’s own heart: Xin Mo. Unfortunately for the creator of Xin Mo, it didn’t take long for them to fall into madness and eventually succumb to Xin Mo’s power, casting themselves away to hold onto the sword forever in the same valley SY’s hands were sealed; but it is as they say, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, and while Xin MO’s creator perished, they managed to take enough power away from SY for him to finally be able to think.

It had been a thousand years at this point, and SY’s first coherent thought was that he desperately needed a break, and that in all these years, he hadn’t managed to get a single glimpse into the world of PIDW, and what a waste! Specially since he was now in the most interesting area Airplane had managed to create, he was itching to explore the world. Of course, in his current state he wasn’t exactly able to move (having his limbs cut off certainly didn’t help, but apparently it had been so long since he was imprisoned that his Main Body had started to fuse with the Abyss? Really, more of a slight inconvenience than anything), but he also had become tired of his Titan body with it’s Titan feelings, and so he decided to split his consciousness and create a small army of human sized avatars who were later dubbed his ‘Watchers’, who’s sole purpose was to explore the Endless Abyss and send their findings back to the Main Body (in bite sized, easy to understand thoughts).

It is the first years of his Watchers wandering about that SY finally understood what had happened to his body, and figured out that Xin Mo was a product of his flesh. He figured that since demons tried to use his body for malicious purposes before, with one even succeeding, he decided that one Xin Mo was enough, and came up with a plan: He was going to piece his Titan body back together as a means to prevent anything of the sort happening again, but he was immediately going to seal the Titan body away again, as to not have to deal with it’s overwhelming power.

As the Watchers were sent to locate his body parts again, one of their first findings were the hands, which also meant the resting place of Xin Mo itself. How lucky, he thought! He could just take the hands away and maybe leave one of the Watchers guarding Xin Mo so when Luo Binghe eventually comes to retrieve his sword, SY at least can catch a glimpse of his favorite protagonist! He wasted no time, and while his avatars tried to unseal his hands, one of them went to move Xin Mo, just so it was out of the way, and in doing so the sword retaliated and ended up disintegrating the poor Watcher. What a rude sword, going against its own body.

Fine! If Xin Mo was going to be difficult so be it, and SY formed a new plan: before reuniting his Titan body back together, SY send his Watchers to keep an eye on as much of the Endless Abyss as possible and the moment Luo Binghe fell in, he would turn to hugging the protagonist’s thigh and help him survive the harsh environment as long as Binghe took Xin Mo. Well, it should be no problem, right? Binghe was fated to get the sword one way or another, and SY is sure his involvement will be small insignificant enough that it won’t be much more of a side quest for the future Demon Emperor!

Now, if he were a half human, half Heavenly Demon teenager who just got pushed into hell by his teacher, where would he land….

*

So, as you can see, this is mostly more like SY’s origin story lol, but I’ll probably write Binghe’s first meetings with the Watchers sometime soon (hopefully).In the meantime though, enjoy some more of the bonus sketches I did while figuring out the AU, and of course, if anyone has any questions or thoughts about this, feel free to send them to me!

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Nanami is the type of man who enjoys shopping with you. He is not ashamed to walk around with you in the women's department of stores. There's nowhere he would rather be than with you. Giving you his opinion on things you want and even though he knows you're more than capable of buying your own stuff, he enjoys paying for you. Finally, a good reason to spend his money and it is you. 

You want a new fragrance? He's right there helping you choose. Smelling and wafting even though he knows he's going to smell like a concoction of fruity and floral scents by the end of the day. It's totally worth it though when he remembers he gets to kiss your neck, and indulge in your scent when you're under him. You want a new lipstick? Again he watches as you (according to him), adorably scrunch up your eyebrows in determination to pick the right shade for you. And he again happily pays because he knows that shade of lipstick will stain his cock when you thank him on your knees later. 

But undeniably his favorite is when you go shopping for lingerie. Of course he's a gentleman when you’re picking it out and getting checked out. But once you are home it's like a different man. A desperate man. Watching you with predator-like eyes as you try on each item you just bought. Watching the way it hugs your body in all the right places, the way the bottom of your ass sticks out slightly under the lace, and the way the fat of your breasts almost dares to slip out the thin fabric, has him growing painfully hard. It’s not long before he tears off all the pretty clothes he just bought you and stuffs you full of his cock. Over and over again until you go dumb and only small whines of “thank yous” and “i love yous” leave your lips. 

[rawjutsu]

“thinking’s hard, huh, baby?”

pairing: gojo satoru x afab reader

cw: explicit piv, light face slapping, impact play, dumbification, degradation, choking, overstimulation, (its okay reader loves it)

“you left your phone in the fridge again.”

gojo’s voice cuts through the silence like silk wrapped around a knife—smooth and teasing, but there’s a wicked edge underneath it. he’s standing in the kitchen doorway, phone held up in one hand freezing cold, smirk already tugging at the corners of his mouth.

you blink at him from the couch, cheeks going warm. “...oh.” you giggle, shrinking a little into the throw pillow you’ve been cuddling. “i was putting the milk away, and i guess i got distracted…”

gojo tilts his head, crossing the room in lazy, catlike strides. his blindfold is around his neck today, white hair messy from wherever he’s been, and god he looks good—dangerously good. the kind of good that makes your brain short-circuit, which, in your defense, might be why you keep doing dumb little things like this.

he stops in front of you, nudging your chin up with his knuckle. “distracted, huh?” he echoes, voice dripping with amusement. “its okay, i know thinking’s hard for you baby.”

you pout. “hey—”

tap.

his hand comes up and gives your cheek the gentlest little pat. not a slap. just enough to make you blink and gasp a little, eyes wide and fluttery.

he brushes his thumb over the cheek he tapped, tracing the warmth that bloomed there. “you know what happens when you get all cute and dumb like that,” he murmurs. “makes me wanna see how many times i can slap it outta you.”

you squirm. “satoru—”

he’s on you before you can blink—pushing you back against the pillows, yanking his shirt up over your hips to find you bare underneath. you squeak, flustered. he groans.

“no panties?” his voice goes low. “you really are a dumb little slut today, huh?”

“i just forgot—”

slap.

the other cheek this time. a little harder. your head tips with it, your mouth opens in a gasp, and your eyes flutter like your brain just did a hard reboot.

“yeah. that’s more like it.” he leans in close, nose brushing yours. “don’t think. just let me ruin you.”

you don’t even remember how your clothes came off. one second you were blinking up at him all dazed and pouty, and the next your knees were pushed to your chest, ankles on his shoulders, and his cock was bullying its way inside you like it owns the place.

“fuck, look at you,” he growls, watching the way your mouth drops open. “all messy already. you’re so fucking dumb for it.”

he slams in deeper. you scream.

his hand’s around your throat in the next second, not tight but firm. controlling. the way he knows makes your head go floaty.

“you were talkin’ earlier,” he says, hips pistoning into you at a brutal pace. “where’s all that cute little babbling now?”

you can’t answer. you’re drooling. you’re crying. you’re gone.

slap. a little sharper across your cheek. you sob.

“ohhh, yeah. that’s what i like.” he laughs, ragged. “can’t even talk anymore. brain’s just gone. my perfect little toy.”

you claw at his forearms, gasping, choking on moans. he keeps going. keeps wrecking you.

“say thank you,” he pants, watching your tits bounce with every thrust. “c’mon, baby. say thank you for breaking your stupid little brain.”

you sob out a broken “thank you,” and that’s all it takes—he loses it.

he slams in to the hilt, keeps it there, grinds his hips and watches your whole body seize up when you cum so hard you nearly black out. your walls flutter around him, pulsing, milking him like your pussy knows it was made for him.

and he gives it to you. loud, messy, deep. he groans your name like a prayer while he paints your insides full.

you don’t know how long you lay there. you’re boneless, twitching, fucked-out. he’s kissing your cheeks, your lips, your forehead.

“good girl,” he murmurs, brushing hair off your face. “god, i love you so much. you’re so fucking perfect when you let me break you.”

a/n: gojo <333333333

[thewritingfairy]

જ⁀➴Father's day

trigger warnings: self-harm, petty Reader, isolated Reader main m.list    series m.list      good ending m.list

Fathers day has always been a big event for the Wayne’s, while most of his children don’t take him that seriously nor have a good relationship with him they always got together and did something for Bruce.

However, his first biological child, (Name), would rather eat glass than celebrate Father day.

However when they expressed this to their siblings and Alfred, they scoffed. Telling you to put your anger aside for at least today.

So you smiled during the dinner, but you didn’t give him anything. No instead, you smashed your glass and ate a few shards.

Duke too shocked to react, Dick too slow to stop you, Jason scared to even move, Cassandra holding Damian back from doing anything rash, Barbara quickly cleaning up the remaining glass with Stephanie and Alfred rushing to get the medical supplies.

Bruce? What does Bruce? He just stood there.

This day, he isn’t reminded of what as great parent he is. No, he’s reminded of you being willing to die to leave this family.

Taglist: @justsaii, @bbmgirll, @cruzerforce4256, @frank-vanderboom, @lilyalone, @mat5u0, @blackheart1454, @wisefuncherryblossom, @lingxio, @c4xcocoa

[mintymarabell]

Imagine an elder who is blind, maybe it happened a little into the relationship.

Maybe now you spend your time describing different things to him, letting him trace your face with his newly filed down claws. Small tears pricking at his glossed over eyes as he realized he will never see your face again.

Maybe he’d have to adapt to the environment, you won’t be able to move anything or else he would trip over it. He’d even become frustrated when he’d knock over or into things. Only calming down when you are near.

[sweetercalypso]

༘⋆ abby masterlist 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ tlou masterlist ˎˊ˗

Thinking about being WLF!Abby’s living doll, letting her have control over every aspect of your life.

Seattle is already in shambles when you meet her – your jaded, merciless knight in shining armor. You’re not sure how you survived so long without her protection; it was almost instinctive the way you bowed to her authority, the way you fell into your role.

She tells you what to wear, she keeps you safe, she makes all your decisions for you and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

When she comes home after a long day to find you resting in bed, her dark expression tells you exactly what she’s thinking. She stops in the doorway and you rise to greet her, to take as much of her burden as she’ll allow, but she pushes a hand between your shoulder blades to stop you, the corners of her mouth twisting as she tells you to turn your brain off for a while.

It’s easy to follow her instructions, as curt as they are. She doesn’t expect more than a nod, the occasional “yes ma’am” to show that you’re really listening. It seems like that’s what you do best – not thinking, being molded to fit Abby’s desires.

Her hands are rough against your skin and her grip is firm when she moves you into place. You wonder if she uses the same force when she handles the seraphites and stranglers that cross her path.

She’s the most constant thing in your world and she knows exactly what you need, how much to give and take. “Let me take care of you,” she says, and you listen, like always.

[leighsartworks216]

Sylus who is forced to go and deal with business while looking after his infant child because you're finally sleeping and need this break more than ever. So he just shows up with the cutest little baby tucked in his elbow, fast asleep, swaddled in a blanket and sucking on a pacifier, but he looks absolutely pissed and is way harsher than he would have been if he hadn't been so rudely called out right now. If someone wakes up the baby, they're dead

Or also like Sylus showing up to a conference with his baby. They're bouncing and energetic, trying to crawl onto the table and touch everything, distracted only by one of Mepisto's feathers that they loves so much. So this big Onychinus leader is talking business while tickling his little baby and keeping them from messing with anything important

Shenanigans of baby wandering off in one of his vaults or armories so he's pacing down each aisle like shit shit shit your mother/father/parent is gonna kill me

Also love the idea of baby bursting out into sobs in the middle of a meeting so he has to be like excuse me and step outside to calm them down. They're just upset they couldn't play with the gun on the table

[lovelivision]

Handsy Toji who pulls and gropes at you whenever he can. Hands trailing up and down your sides, starting off innocent but never really staying that way. Always managing to work himself up whenever he gets his hands on your soft skin. Quick to slip his hands under your shirt to play with your tits. Smiling to himself when you moan quietly, his fingers tugging gently on your nipples.

Pressing his hard cock into your ass from behind, pinning you between the kitchen counter and his body. Groans rumbling in his chest as he not so subtly ruts into you, his dick aching at the sound of your pretty whines.

Desperate to feel your cunt pulse around him but unwilling to take his hands off you, instead trailing one down to your pants and shoving in under your panties. Cursing as he feels how wet you’ve gotten for him, fingers rubbing through your slick.

Impatient and horny when he immediately stuffs you full with a single finger, his head dizzy at how snug your pussy is. Smile only growing when he thinks about how he gets to open you up on his fingers just so you can take his fat cock.

Obscene and slick sounds of your cunt filling the room as he pulls his finger in and out of you. His other hand still pawing at your tit, teasing you cruelly. A huffed laugh leaving him at how your legs shake, a second finger stuffed into you making it harder for your poor, dazed brain to keep you upright.

His dick twitches in his pants, hips jerking into your ass in a more obvious way. Still unwilling to take his hands off you though, maybe after you cum all over his fingers…

[sixxels]

yearn ~ r.sukuna ~ angst.

fratboy!sukuna x reader

the smoke clings to the ceiling like guilt, thick and slow and suffocating. sukuna stares at the burn mark on his comforter, where the ash from the blunt dropped earlier, but he doesn’t move to brush it away. the room’s quiet except for the low hum of the old fridge and the occasional burst of laughter from the living room where the rest of the frat is pretending life isn’t ugly. his head tips back against the wall, eyes red and glassy, not from crying, he tells himself, but from the high.

he can still hear your voice. soft. cracked around the edges. “why are you acting like this ryo?” you’d asked, standing in the doorway of his room that night, fingers curled into the sleeves of your hoodie like you were holding yourself together. “what... what did i do wrong...?”

he’d scoffed, mean and hollow, biting down on his lip to suppress the ache in his chest. “don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. you didn’t do anything. i’m just not interested.”

“you’re lying,” you whispered. you looked so sure. so goddamn sure. like you could see right through him. like you weren’t afraid of what you’d find. “ryo, please, i know you don't feel that way, i know—”

“you don't know shit y/n,” he snapped, standing up so fast the chair he was sat in screeched across the floor. “this? whatever fantasy you’ve got going on up in your head? it’s not real. i hook up, i fuck, that’s what i do. i’m not boyfriend material, sweets. you fucking knew that.”

he’d watched something in your face shatter. your eyes went wide for a second like you’d just been slapped, and then you nodded. once. sharp. “right... i... i get it.” your voice shook, but you didn’t dare cry. not yet. you just turned around and left, shutting the door behind you like he was something to leave behind.

he’d stood there for hours after. didn’t go to the stupid party that raged on downstairs. didn’t drink. didn’t even move. because that wasn’t what he wanted to say. what he wanted was to grab your wrist and pull you back and tell you he was scared. that he’d never wanted anything more than you. that you made him feel like maybe he could be more than just some fucked-up frat boy with a god complex and too many bodies to count.

but he stayed quiet. because love from him? it was a curse. and you deserved better.

he drags another inhale from the blunt, coughs into the sleeve of his hoodie, and blinks back the memory of the next night after he had rejected you so coldly.

you were sitting on the steps outside the frat. head bowed, hair falling in front of your face. and gojo was next to you, arms slung around your shoulders, voice low and steady like it always is when he’s trying to be serious. “you don’t have to talk,” he’d said, brushing your tears away with his thumb. “but you’re not alone, alright? you’re not alone.”

and you’d leaned into him like you belonged there. like it was safe. and sukuna watched from the shadows like a fucking coward, nails digging into his palms, teeth clenched so hard it hurt. because he should’ve been the one holding you. but he knew how this played out. gojo was soft where sukuna was sharp. patient where he was reckless. the type to kiss your forehead and mean it. the type to remember your birthday without needing a calendar.

so sukuna turned around and walked back inside, pretended he didn’t see the way you clung to gojo like you were drowning and he was air.

he’s been pretending ever since.

his phone lights up with a text from some girl he doesn’t remember meeting, heart emoji at the end like he’s worth feeling something for. he doesn’t open it. just lets the screen go dark again and stares at the ceiling, wondering how the hell he got here. two years. two fucking years of falling for you in silence. laughing at your jokes even when no one else got them. offering you his hoodie when you were cold even though he played it off like he was just tired of hearing you complain. calling you sweetheart because it made you roll your eyes and smile up at him at the same time.

he still remembers the way you looked at him once, months before the fall out. you were on his bed, scrolling through your phone, and he was just watching you like a goddamn idiot. you glanced up and caught him staring, and instead of asking what, you just said, “you’ve got that look again.”

“what look?” he asked, voice rough.

“like you want to kiss me but you’re too scared.”

he almost did. right then. almost leaned over and ruined everything early. but he just snorted and said, “you wish,” and turned away, heart pounding like a fucking war drum in his chest. because he wanted to. so fucking badly he wanted nothing more than to have you, to kiss you like he meant it.

now you’re with gojo. and he can’t even hate him for it. gojo’s good. really good. he’ll treat you like you’re the center of the universe. and you deserve that. deserve someone who shows up and says how they feel instead of burning bridges just to avoid the pain of vulnerability.

sukuna doesn’t get that. he gets this. a room full of smoke and silence and regret, the weight of unsaid words choking him harder than any blunt ever could.

he runs a hand over his face, dragging his nails down his jaw until it stings, eyes fluttering shut. he whispers to the dark, voice hoarse and cracked like something long-dead, “i’m sorry.”

no one hears it. not you. not gojo. not the version of himself that still believed he could be better.

but it’s the truth. and maybe that counts for something.

he’ll never tell you. never say it out loud. never ruin what peace you’ve found just to unburden his guilt.

he’ll just sit here, night after night, loving you from a distance. too much of a coward to let you in, too in love to ever let you go.

[hanafubukki]

Thinking about Malleus who has a lawyer or a politician for His Queen.

You have experience with law. You are well read when it comes to breaking apart passages of rules and regulations. But most importantly, you know how to deal with people and you know how to debate.

Malleus is the least temperamental Draconia, but that was fine. When you got ate determined and fierce, it was as if you were part of the Draconia bloodline and not Malleus from the way you held yourself and the fire in your eyes even with the lack of horns. (Sometimes, with the way you regarded some of the Senate or council, the implied, unspoken “fools/imbeciles” was clearly expressed through your body language alone.)

You had the ability to charm people and perceive what they want which helps you as a fellow ruler with Malleus. This is what led to more of the fae accepting you. You would know when someone would try to passively insult you and you would return it back at them. Malleus and Lilia especially enjoyed watching this.

You didn’t reform the kingdom in your lifetime, no, there’s only so much you can do after all. But, you expanded the foundations that were placed through the centuries.

Through your connections, the kingdom was able thrive and usher in change. It was at dial-up speed at times but change came forth nonetheless.

Briar Valley gradually opened to others, but it took time and effort. After all, the scars of the past was deeply ingrained in its’ soil.

You would go down in history as the one who brought change to the country. Not a dragon by blood or traits, but one by determination and ferocity.