#is this too long?? maybe a little...(ᵕ—ᴗ—)

[flutterbabee]

Clark was a kind lover and despite his occasional clumsiness he treated you with the upmost care he was caple of. But you'd notice how he'd sometimes hold back, whether it be in a silly game of arm wrestling or him allowing himself to be 'tackled' during your play fights. Most noticeable was during your more intimate nights where you'd remember just how much bigger he was than you.

Clark's undressing and you could see the overwheling strength lying underneath his clothes. Watching the movement of the lamp light over his body and the shadows that filled his corners and recesses. When he'd take his time stripping you down and slipping off your clothes piece by piece and you're so close you can feel his cool exhales on your bare skin and you were certain you heard his heartbeat.

It was all so gentle when he'd put his palm to the middle of your back to turn you on your stomach and how the bed would sink underneath the sheer mass of him as he came up behind you. Just feeling him above you, holding himself up as not to put his full weight on you while he laid his large thighs over yours. Clark's gentle in how he starts to kiss your shoulder blands, lighting your body up in small tingles as he goes down your spine.

He'd move his hips into you at a slower pace because he wants to keep you comfortable and safe. You could tell he wanted more, that he wanted to be a little less careful but he'd continue to poorly mask his gruffs by kissing into your neck. And despite his best attempts he could never hold out for long, sooner or later he'd be moving more sloppily but each thrust of his cock into your sopping hole left you breathless. He's digging his mouth even deeper into your neck, talking about how good you felt and that he couldn't get enough of your body. His sucking deep purple and reddish marks left on your skin and you'd buck each time the points of his teeth grazed against a particularly sensitive spot.

Clark lost himself each and every time in your cunt and the room filled with the squeaks of the bed and his groans. You were even more desperate than he was, the sound of your own squeals and pleads for that sweet release coated his ear drums like music. He'd listen to every one and he'd learn how to get which pitches and noises out of you. He might even pause for a moment just so he could angle himself in just the right way that'd leave you quivering. Clark absolutely adored feeling you cream on his cock and the spasms that your puffy pussy made everytime he pulled another orgasm out of you. Sometimes he'd even forget about his own release, only just barely being able to pull out and decorating your cunt in gooey white strings.

[whambambatfam]

Webs of a Wing

Chapter 5

Late but not as bad as before! (ᵕ ´ᗜ`) It doesn't feel as long as it is like, I actually questioned the word count. (´∀｀；) But at least I put the right title this time!

I promise I really do love Tim so much. I love all the robins so very very much. (ᵕ,—ᴗ—,)

I hope you enjoy!

Reader ages 15 - 17

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So, you lied to Alfred about your new spider friend, telling him instead that it was dead. Worried about what kind of experiments it would most likely be put through. Plus, it's kinda cute. Now that it's got the little nipping thing out of the way it's warmed up considerably to you. In fact it seems almost drawn to you in a way. Tapping at the little aquarium you bought for it when you come in. Even, dwindling webs around your fingers excitedly when you greet them.

"You'll be nice to our friends, right?" They catch on the tip of your nose before letting go to swing from your fingers, "Good baby."

The last time you saw your friends was as they were stumbling down the crowded halls with no hope of closing the gap. Everything was too sudden and confusing, it didn't even feel real at the time.Your week out of school has been spent at home, then the gym as you mastered your new... abilities.

Of course, you've kept in contact with them, let them know you hadn't died or anything crazy. Well, not that something didn't happen, you just couldn't face them about it. Until now.

"Finally! God, I've been waiting for you to spill it!" Mj practically cheers from her spot laid out on your bed. She sits up, emerald eyes wide with an almost child-like excitement, "I'm totally grateful that it was Flash you laid the fuck out like you did but like.. how did you?!"

Gwen finally pulls herself away from the spider tank to huff at the redhead, "How sensitive of you.." Spinning her chair to face you, she gives you a more sympathetic look, "We wanted to wait for you to bring it up first."

Now, you wish you hadn't waited so long to open up. They don't care how strange your situation might be, even if they did criticise your decision making abilities. Of course, you had to show off your new strength, lifting your bed up with both of them on it. Along with your.. web things. Which was still a little tricky to get a hang of and it felt so odd, creating this incredibly strong substance that stuck to everything concretely. The two of them were ecstatic, even saying you could be a hero.

"Well, if you can get over being in the spotlight. Like when you're in a competition!" MJ is squeezing your hands and while it's nothing to what you can withstand now you can practically feel her excitement from the contact.

It made it so much harder to say, "I don't, um, well, it's just that-" Literally, especially when you can see the stars in her eyes, "There's.." No way someone like you could do what they do, "So many heros and vigilantes out there already..."

"That would be quite a chance in your life, we are still pretty young for all that..." Gwen, your voice of reason, pillar of sanity, your- "Maybe you could train until you're an adult and we can work on your brand before that."

"No, not you too."

Life at the mansion is quiet as always, the familiar desolate kind of quiet you've grown hate rather viciously. You've only crossed paths with your father in glimpses since the funeral. In fact, you hardly see Alfred anymore, always busy tending to Bruce and minding the cave. Of course, It couldn't stay quiet for long, it's something you both dreaded and anticipated. After weeks that bend together life rises in the somber walls again.

There's something going on. Something big if the sudden commotion around the manor is anything to go by. Some kid is hanging around Alfred, he's got to be the one stirring up the birds. Not to mention you catch sight of Nightwing, stupid big collar and all. You thought he was too busy off living his own life to actually come around anymore, not that he ever paid you much mind but... it made Alfred sad! Stupid jerk.

It's not until the next day that the old butler does his best to explain the situation. "He's a young boy that's been observing Master Bruce since... Well, since he was mentoring Master Richard." Oh, so he's a weirdo like you. It's strange the two of you didn't cross paths sooner. "I'll bring him around some time soon." So, he's sticking around, that could only mean one thing.. "The two of you could be close.. Young master." You could practically hear 'like Jason' on the tip of his tongue. The unsaid words burn your ears and twist up your chest.

Opening the top of your aquarium you let out your like friend. The excited skitter of your dear spider up your arm leaves a silken trail in its wake. Giggling you guide the bitty spider onto a finger, holding them up to eye length.

"Would you like to come take some pictures, little one?" You coo as they dangle from your index. "We'll see how the-" No, you couldn't say that. Ha, yeah, new Robin. That old one's dead. So? Just shuck a new one in again and keep going. Fuck you hated it and you hated feeling so bitter and you hated not being able to just- fucking scream at someone. Let rage that's building in your heart out on something.

You can feel your back hit the wall. Thoughts swirl as you steady yourself with a hand against the wall. This was the kind of situation you could only talk to Alfred about. The old man was all words of wisdom and you felt too ashamed to bring such thoughts up to him.. He was mourning too, it was all too much, too heavy. You just wanted laying around and whining like you did with Jay, like you can with your friends.

But, if Bruce found out you knew and went blabing? Spilling secrets, even to your closest confidants.. People outside the family things you shouldn't even know? Telling them would surely spell your end. Hell, not to mention the actual risk you're friends could be in by letting them know something so dangerous. If someone found out they knew who The fucking Batman was..

As the feeling of the winding emotions tighten your lungs, two little spider legs tap against your nose. "Okay, okay, I'm alright." The laughter slips from your mouth before you realize it's yours. Little legs dance across your face. Your breathing evens out and you realize that your room seems.. smaller.

Like you've suddenly outgrown the room entirely. Looking down you realize your feet are not, in fact, on the ground. Instead they, along with your free hand, are stuck to the wall. You've unconsciously backed yourself into the corner... of your ceiling.

"Is there anything else you like to tell me about?"

The thought felt so far out there but... maybe you really could use this? Go out, fight crooks, help people, be a real vigilante. The thought squeezed at your heart and burned at your ears, you're well rehearsed in running about Gotham and capability in fighting. It has crossed your mind as so unachievable... until till now.

Now, it actually feels within your grasp, all too sudden and yet... all too late at once. If you could have worked at his side. What would he think? Would you tell him right away? Would he accept your strange changes? Would he think to do the same? To finally tell you?

Does it matter?

He's gone.

Feet hitting the ground silently you lower your spider back into its enclosure on your desk. You collapse on your bed. Tears slip down your face as your gaze blurs at the ceiling. The kiss of twilight lying lazily across the white surface in soft dim rays.

When the lights are suddenly flipped on you shield your red eyes with your hood. Sitting up your knees tuck to your chest as you glare at the intruder. Two, standing awkwardly in your doorway. Oh, Alfred, what impeccable timing you have, old man.

He smiles, calling your name gently, "This is Master Timothy-" Hand laid on the young boy's shoulders, he presents him.

Breaking from the butler's grasp he strides over, "My name's Tim. It's nice to meet you." Another black haired, blue eyed boy stands before you. Reach out a hand for you eagerly, "I guess we'll be seeing each other so-"

That simmering anger boils over and you snap at him, "Yeah, cause your- what? Here to replace Jason, right?" You couldn't take this, not again. "Sorry, I'm not looking for a new brother."

"What-?" The look on his face makes you feel like shit, but it can't plug the hole it's opened.

Hissing bitterly, you turn away from him, "I'll make this easy for you," Pressing the balls of your hands into your eyes, you force away the tears. "We don't have to know one another. You might as well forget where my room is now." Glaring at him over your shoulder, face burning and chest aching, "I'm sure we won't be seeing each other."

So, this is Robin. What? Because he figured out Bruce is Batman? If you told him that you figured that out years ago, would he suddenly see you? Would he see your hard work, all that you fucking went through? Would he finally take you in as his own? If he knew of your powers, your skill, yours achievements...

Would you be his next tool? Thrown as his extension until you were of no good to him? Until your use is exhausted and you're tossed aside again?

No.

You are your own person and will use your own powers for your own good. Never have you needed him, any of them. You most certainly don't need them now.

You can't say you blame Tim for shutting you out following your outburst, Alfred had also scolded you soundly. Yet, you were too tired to hope anymore, to try for such a close connection, and he made sure to pay you in kind. From snubbing you on the rare occasion you crossed paths in the halls to out right leaving a room you've entered.

Making your way into the dining room after an exceptionally long day, you freeze in the doorway. The hand that was rubbing at the crook fell to form a fist at your side.

Bruce leans over to swoop up the paper he was helping Tim with, "It's okay, chum. Just rest up for now." He snatches up the rest of the studying material scattered on the counter piece by piece. "We'll get back to work when your head is clear."

Oh, what a diligent father he is...

Tim, clearly not willing to be pushed into taking a break, snips back at him, "I can't rest now! What if-" His words die in the throat as those cornflower eyes catch you.

Before you can retreat and save both of you from this encounter, Bruce notices his newest son's hesitancy. He finally sees you, pinned in place by the doorway, "Oh, Good-" Pausing to look out the window over the sink to assess the time he turns back with a smile, "Evening, this is actually good timing. Have you met, Tim?"

"Yeah." He's only been around for months but, of course, you're oblivious.

Suddenly, Tim bolts up from his seat, "I think you're right, Bruce. 'Should probably head home, get some rest." Study supplies gathered in his arms, he nods in departure as he pushes past you, "Night."

Returning to your room, you watch the car pull away and Alfred returns him home. Having him around grated on the parts of your grief that were still raw. A small part of you took some pleasure in knowing he would go home eventually. Back to his own house with his own parents.

Despite any lingering animosity, you couldn't help going out to watch the new dynamic duo.

Tim, well, the kid makes a damn good Robin. What he lacks in strength he doubles in agility and triples in cunning intelligence. It's fascinating watching him go, embracing his part so fluidly. Like he was born to play his role in this show of justice and brutality.

Speaking of, Batman and Robin were now long gone, having hopped in the batmobile and sped off after their latest lead. Normally, this would be time for you to head home. Climbing walls was a neat trick that got you out of most situations you got into while getting your shots. The tingle in the back of your head, hairs raised and skin prickling that makes you whip around to spot two figures at the end of the alley is new.

"Hand it over, lady," The man's gruff voice is muffled by the cloth obscuring his face, "and no one gets killed." He jabs something into the stomach of the woman he's cornered.

Wincing away, her back hits the wall, "No, please.." She clings to the plastic pharmacy bag, shaking her head vehemently, "My son, he's sick, please!"

This wasn't time to evade, it was time to intervene. Scaling the grimy bricks of the wall, you descend silently. Feet touching the ground just behind the man, his looming figure blocking the woman's view of you.

"It's not very nice to go through a lady's purse." The sudden sound of your voice makes him all but jump out of his skin and you can't fight the grin that pulls at your lips.

He looks you up and down, "What the hell do you want, kid?" Eyes honing what's hung around your neck, he chuckles under his mask, "That's a nice camera ya' got there."

Lifting the device up, it dangles on its strap, "Oh, this?" You tilt your head, "I was just in the neighborhood, getting the scoop on Gotham's latest scum. You'll make a good headliner." You're not really sure where this cockiness came from but it seemed to spill out whenever you used your powers. "Local loser gets ass kicked by teenager." Especially against assholes like this.

Finally shoving away the trembling woman, he turns to you fully, "So, you're just asking for it then?" The weapon he'd threatened her with, a handgun, now focused on you.

"Cute toy, let's play." Before he can react you've thrown your hand out, hitting the barrel with a web and yanking it from his hands.

He stands there for a moment, looking at you, the webbed gun, the woman and then back to you. "No, no I'm not about to be a part of some superhero background bullshit." Muttering almost hysterically under his breath, he backs out of the ally, "Fuck this, fuck Gotham.. I'm outta here!"

With that proclamation, he runs away leaving the two of you standing there stunned. With a sigh, you straighten yourself, hoping to give an air of confidence as you turn to the distressed woman.

It doesn't seem to matter though as she throws her arms around you, "Th-thank you, so much." Tears stream down her face as she trembles in your awkward arms. The stress of her life threatening situation washes over her and like a true gothamite she shakes it off like a champ. Brushing herself off, she gives you a thankful smile, "Please kid, if there's anythi-"

Your hands shoot up, waving off her offer, "No! No, no! Just don't, uh-" However in vain it may be, you pull at your jostled hood, trying to obscure your face. "don't tell anyone about me, what you saw, here, today- night.. Please?"

It feels like a weight off your chest when she agrees earnestly, giving you an affectionate pat on the heads and wishing you a good night.

Maybe you were getting a little ahead of yourself. To say you were inspired would be an understatement. Emboldened by your sudden victory, you use your.. fair skills in art and sewing. Ment for patching not to piece together a whole suit. Your first drafts are... bad.

It's a blessing and a curse when MJ stumbles upon your spider costume concepts.

"What are you making?" She gasps, flipping through your concept book.

"Don't look!" You squawk in horror, flailing for your book as an artist's worst nightmare happens before your very eyes.

"You know, this isn't all bad... Yeah, yeah I could work with this." Says the perpetrator of the heinous acts as she giggles at your dismay.

"Work with-?" before you can ask, she's pulled a small tape measure from who knows where. Lifting your arms up and around as she notes your measurements in nimble calculated movements.

"Hold still tiger." She smiles up at you, moving her work down your body until she has every inch of you jotted down. "So, what's the basics of what you're thinking?"

"Something bright, a nice red," like your dear round of Robins, "and blue to contrast. But, maybe that was too Superman-y?"

Mj suggests stitching black webbing across, and a spider.. where a bat would go, you liked that, differentiating yourself from them. Because you aren't them.

You are Spider.

Ya'know, like, Robin.. but, a spider.. the Spider? Oh wow, is that terrible? Are you dumb? You can't even tell anymore. What are you doing? Is this real? Are you really going to do this? Could you really go through with it after everything you've experienced?

After a day Mj is back with a design that immediately captivates you, "Holy shit.." You take the page, admiring the webbing over the blocking of the colors and the added large white eyes.

Looking rightfully proud of her work she wiggles ginger brows at you, bumping your shoulder with hers. "Nice right? It won't be very protective but you'll look damn good." Throwing your arms around her you both giddy at the prospects.

It would be entirely asinine of you, yet..

Using the abilities you've been honing for as long as you've lived in the manor. Not to mention studying every move of the renowned dynamic duo. The bite only enhanced what you already had.

You could actually help people, not just watching as they get rescued.

Dick showed you how to out maneuver your enemies, Jason showed you have to take them down soundly, and now Tim is showing you have to crumble them from the inside. Witnessing the swift ways he hacks into anything, taking out controls, shutting things down, using them to his advantage. It was truly fascinating. The skills he presented even reignited your interest in tinkering.

Of all the little things you've made, none ever had much of a use before. Mostly novelty things that you'd either give to your friends or gift to Alfred. Simple devices only meant for mundane tasks.

"Gwen. What if, hear me out, we parent trap our dads." Mj muses, from her end of your bed.

Rolling her eyes from the other end of the bed Gwen shushes her, "Stop yapping nonsense and listen." She gestures to you, standing there waiting for their attention.

"I dunno, I'm kinda interested." You chuckle lifting up the device in your hand. After a brief explanation of what it is and how it works you ask them as they stare in a mix of disbelief and confusion.

"So... what does this do?" She eyes the pair of inconspicuous goggles resting in your palm, "In, like, plain english please?"

"It should let you see." You grin, offering them up to her and she accepts them readily, "Wanna see?"

It's just the heat signature and outline of people in the vicinity. Hesitantly she takes them, slipping them over her head until they're in place.

"Holy shit that's cool..." Whipping her head around, she gasps, "Wait is that-?"

Gwen perks up, leaning in as if she could catch a peek, "Huh? What is it?" She nudges Mj's knee when she doesn't answer right away.

"You really, truly, outdone yourself this time." She presses her hand to her cheeks which are reddening under the goggles, "I can see his ass so clearly from, what? three rooms away?"

What did- Gwen cuts in, not leaving you to wonder for long, "Dicks home? Damn bitch, let me see."

"No, absolutely not." You practically jump her, wrangling them from her head.

"Hey! I'm not done!" Mj clings to the band as you lift her into the air with them, like a ferret latching onto a stolen shoe.

The leather of the other end of the band cries out in mercy as your eye twitches, "Give. Now." Gwen cackles at the sight of you trying to shake her off.

They may not always be the best but you know these two will always be your biggest pillars of support. No matter what happens.

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i sighed, looking through the window, the scenery blazing past at high speeds, enough to make someone sick. the weather wasn’t warm but it wasn’t cool either, the type of weather you would expect on an early morning in april.

i looked back down at the book i was holding, the words beginning to blur together after staring at it for an hour. the train taking a lot longer than i expected and the eerie quiet didn’t help soothe my nerves.

jake said the train would only take an hour and twenty minutes.

i quickly shoved my book back into my bag and clutched it, biting my lip. staring out the window didn’t help calm my nerves as it only served as a reminder that i may have gotten on the wrong train.

i should’ve asked someone. i should’ve double-checked. i should’ve—

breathe.

my heart beat a little too fast for how quiet everything was. the faint hum of the train tracks rattling echoed through the almost empty compartment—like it could lull someone to sleep.

i stared down at the ground wishing none of this was real. maybe i’m imagining all of it. maybe if i shut my eyes and think hard enough i’ll wake up in my bed, surrounded by warm sheets.

so i did.

i shut my eyes and wished none of this was real. i wished and wished and wished before opening my eyes.

sadly, i was still where i was before, two minutes earlier. but as i continued to burn holes in the ground, i noticed another pair of shoes next to me.

immediately, i sat up and felt my face burn from pure embarrassment. i wondered how long he could've been sat there, probably long enough to notice i was a weird girl who happened to like floors a bit too much.

i snuck a glance at the person beside me and immediately regretted not taking a longer glance.

he was gorgeous.

the sun shone through the window, casting a soft glow over his delicate features. his long lashes caught the sun just like my breath that was caught in my throat. his nose was as if he was carved by a greek god, his skin a milky white, his cheeks tinted a rosy red, as if he had run the last two blocks to reach the train station, his lips were smooth and the perfect shade of pink.

he looked just like a warm summer’s evening; peaceful, poetic, perfect.

“are you alright?”

i nearly jumped out of my seat when he spoke. he was speaking. speaking to me! what did i do to deserve this moment?

i cleared my throat awkwardly before speaking, “i’m fine, just a little worried..” i answered with a small smile, hoping he didn’t find me weird enough to get off at the next stop and report me for—for something.

at this, the stranger smiled.

i wish i could have taken a picture because in that moment, i could’ve sworn i saw an angel.

“really? why are you worried? is it something i can help with?” he asked, his tone soft and considerate, like he actually wanted to help.

“ah—it’s sort of stupid really.” i said bashfully, but when the stranger didn’t interrupt or turn away i took it as a sign to continue, “i’ve been on this train for an hour and my friend told me it should only take an hour and twenty minutes but his city name still hasn’t come up and i’m really worried i got on the wrong train and i’ve been heading the wrong way for an hour and then i’ll disappoint him or—”

i quickly stopped myself and took a deep breath, feeling my face heat up from embarrassment again.

calm down before scare away this beautiful and sweet stranger.

“s-sorry about that. i’m just worried.”

the stranger smiled again, but this time his smile was warmer. more thoughtful. like he cared.

“don’t panic, i’m sure that even if you were going the wrong way, which i’m sure you’re not, your friend still wouldn’t be mad at you. where are you going, maybe i can help.” he reassured me, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.

his touch instantly calmed me down and i felt as if i was about to pass away. god, why was i such a loser?

“szentes.”

at my answer his eyes lit up.

“me too! see? i knew you weren’t going the wrong way.” he smiled, “the only explanation i can think of for your friend giving you the wrong time is that he checked the wrong station.”

“ah.” i nodded.

now i sounded even stupider. i should’ve known jake can’t do directions for shit.

“he must’ve calculated it from my station.” he said, more to himself, to confirm his suggestion, “but at least we now know you aren’t going the wrong way. we’re both going the same way.” he grinned.

“i guess we are.” i smiled.

inside, i was exploding. no way we were both headed to the same city! what are the chances? maybe i have a chance to get to know him..

i looked down, hoping something would come into my brain to spark a conversation when i noticed the flowers in his hands.

wait. flowers. fuck.

they were probably for his girlfriend. i mean—no way this guy is single.

“so i see you have flowers—are they for your girlfriend?” i asked, my tone friendly, though deep down i was praying, hoping, wishing he didn’t.

then again the chances of a person like him being single is like finding a needle in a haystack.

when i asked him that question, his eyes went wide, like i was really asking if he had a girlfriend.

he stared at me for a moment, wide eyed, before laughing.

“not for my girlfriend that doesn’t exist, no.” he grinned, “they’re for my mother. celebrating.”

when those words fell from his mouth i nearly let out a sigh of relief. he doesn’t have a girlfriend! do i actually have a chance?

“and you?”

i looked up at the stranger again, just to be met with those warm brown eyes that looked like honey.

“hm?”

“do you have a boyfriend? is the friend you’re visiting actually a friend or your secret boyfriend?” he teased, his tone playful. but something else in his tone caught my attention. was he—jealous?

nah. no way. no way a person like him would be interested in a person like me.

“ew, no way! that would be like dating my brother. a really annoying one.” i said, disgusted at the thought of dating jake.

he laughed. so did i. it was silent.

but it wasn’t the type of silence you felt you could suffocate in—no. it was a comfortable silence. a silence i didn’t mind having.

so as the silence continued, i turned my attention to the window, now a sweet reminder that if the stranger hadn’t gotten on this train, and sat next to me, i would still be in a panicked state. i should thank the stranger.

wait. i still keep referring to him as “stranger”. i should ask for his name.

just as i was about to turn around and ask for his name, i felt something rest on my shoulder.

no.

someone.

i turned my head ever so slightly, just to be met with the prettiest sight before me.

the stranger, whose name i still did not know, was now resting his head on my shoulder, fast asleep.

it would be rude to wake him, but then again, i don’t know if my heart would be able to take it.

the weight on my shoulder was comforting, like having a cat fall asleep in your lap after a tiring day, or the heavy weight of a good book in your hands.

all i could do was appreciate the sight before me.

his calm and soft breathing that tickled my arm, the way his chest rose and fell when he took a deep breath, the way his hands still held onto the flowers, not wanting to drop a single one, the way he smelt of lavender.

even just looking at him made me relax.

i wonder—

it wouldn’t hurt to just—

cautiously, i tilted my head, slowly, before eventually resting my head on top of his. when i sensed that he hadn’t woken up, i shut my eyes, and let out a contented sigh of relief.

i’ll ask for his name when i wake up..

———

“miss! miss! please wake up!”

almost as soon as i had closed my eyes, i was opening them again, but this time i wasn’t met with those same warm, honey eyes. no. this time i was met with a pair of worried eyes that belonged to a ticket-checker.

“miss, this is the final stop before the train heads back, please let me escort you out.” he said in a monotone, though his expression was one of kindness and sincerity.

“oh—yes of course, i’m sorry for the bother.” i quickly said, suddenly realising i may have made his job harder than it already was.

“not at all.”

i was about to turn to the stranger beside me, in hopes of wondering where he was going but, much to my disappointment, he was gone.

i never got his name..

before i had time to mourn my little crush, something brightly coloured caught my eye.

there in my lap, was a rose. the same rose that was in the bouquet the stranger was taking to his mother.

and there attached to it was a note.

carefully, i detached the note from the rose and read it.

“+82xx xxxxxx — let’s meet again pretty. from heeseung.”

a smile crept onto my face as i re-read the note over and over.

his name was heeseung.

[acupofinkedblood]

Icedagger and child reader who eventually grew up

Note: This is a new breeze because I want to give it a shot with Icedagger’s new potential personality because of his rewritten lore, maybe like a rant on this new side of his character in the tea itself (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

Note 2: I’m not exactly too proud of this (￣^￣ )ゞ

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

• “Slumber, as the night shall be eternal when the sun has been casted away by the haze. The merciless cold shall wash away all the spouts of the upcoming spring, burying them under a blanket of everlasting snow in peace. Close your eyes, dear children of the cruel winter, embrace the blessing of your fate with no question. For he who has isolated himself in the icy heart of his own until the next lullaby of death. Sleep, with little care to the world,”…The lullaby itself has became a classic of old Blackrock based on its extreme weather’s conditions. But one thing that annoyed Icedagger until this day is how those mortals dare to include his personal matter inside their lyrics. Not calling his name out directly, but still. Out of everything they can add, they choose that. For a kid’s lullaby too, how ironic. Yet Icedagger can’t bring himself to even make a fuss of it, slumbering for too long has reduced his thirst of conflict at this point being

• How many millenniums have passed? How many times has the sun risen up after the curtain of the night? How many moment of silence had he realized after awakening from his slumber? How many blizzards have reflected his heart that caused nothing but misery to the mortals? Icedagger doesn’t know, nor does he care. After all, what even matters to him anymore? He simply can’t give a damn about such trivial matters that occur outside of his domain. If he doesn’t even bother to send his regards to his siblings to check up on them despite haven’t seen them since certain things have changed, why should he bother with anything else? All he has is his own company to be annoyed with, such a dull and monochromatic life of his that he has chosen for himself — O Icedagger, habringer of the cruel snowstorms born from his cold heart

• The snow has been nothing but a false glimpse of mercy, so pure and beautiful, how can such thing ever hurt anyone? That’s when you’re just judging a book based on its cover. Dear children of the land where the sun cradles your face with love, how foolish has you been. That snowflake which dances so graceful on your hands shall then melt into ice, and your smile shall quickly fades and you yelp when the frostbite has gotten through your skin. The children of Blackrock has soon grown accustomed to these harsh blessings their god has granted them with little complains. Yet, some of those children just can’t help themselves but adores the snow despite everything no matter what. How foolish. Icedagger has always found mortals to be beyond his understanding. Such distasteful creatures with unexplainable behaviors, one with such a small lifespan that is as insignificant as an ant that froze beneath his feet

• He will never understand the fascination that his sibling held so close to that annoyingly blazing heart of his with mortals. What is even the appeal of them when compared to the likes of him? They are ridiculously fragile, one small gust of chill is more than enough to send them shivering like crazy. Mortals have needs that they need to get access to, or else they might as well just bid life a goodbye and join hand with Ghostwalker himself. Always need to be handled as if they can melt away under stress at anytime, like a delicate ice sculpture that has to avoid the sun but still wants to be under it so they can shine. Icedagger has forgotten the last time he had ever interacted with mortals. Hell, should he even remember? He can barely remember how many ice sculptures he had, how can he just sit down and mourn the old times where everything was still right as it should be? But then again, for a deity that has lived for that long, he might need a better excuse to cover for the face that he just does not want to recall those time due to not feeling like it

• Icedagger can’t recall the exact period when he was still walking among mortals. Maybe when he was still around his siblings with their assigned duties, since he was less interested in sleeping his existence away in those times, a contrast to now. But maybe it wasn’t that long ago yet, maybe during when he accidentally sleepwalked out of his home which caused an unexpected snow showers to wherever he went? Though he wouldn’t say he was exactly “walking among mortals”, since he barely made an effort to even interact with them at the first place. Unlike Firebrand who is so insisting on meddling with mortals, Icedagger wants nothing to do with them, at least not every single time. To word it more correctly, he’d say it was those time that he still managed to get out of his domain for a walk during such wintry weather. Even when it was mainly to ensure that he can get some fresh air for once like how they insist him to do, Icedagger didn’t complain. It wasn’t like any mortals could recognize him anyway

• Out of the seven SFOTH siblings, Icedagger held an infamous record of isolating himself the most away from any living beings despite no matter how much the others tried to convince him to go out. Even the SFOTHs themselves found it to be a pretty big deal when it came to see Icedagger in his physical form for once, let alone mortals. He would find any excuses possible to ditch any event they held, only made an appearance briefly for pleasantries before got back to his place. Hell, Darkheart had soon given up on Icedagger’s stubbornness as he too couldn’t figure out a way to get Icedagger to be genuinely interested in doing something rather than just shutting himself off in his domain all by himself. He always had shown little consideration to matters that didn’t revolve around his own existence. Not mortals, not any trivial matter, not anything that doesn’t concern him directly. Not even his siblings’ lives. It was enough for mortals to forget that he exists in the first place and only briefly referred to him as a mysterious entity that was behind Blackrock’s constant blizzard without knowing his name. For someone, it was a curse. But Icedagger simply embraced his fate as he found it to be unnecessary to be remembered by those whose lives shall end before his own. Why would he care for mortals anyway?

• That is until the day he found something. The ‘something’ in saying that resembles a poor excuse of a small Inphernal almost buried alive beneath the pile of frosty snow outside of his domain while he was on a walk. Poor thing was all black and blue because of the ruthless cold, looking as if just by staying underneath the snow a bit more and this unfortunate soul shall be guided to the afterlife by Ghostwalker himself. It shouldn’t be Icedagger’s problem. He didn’t gain anything by meddling with mortals before, so why should he now? He could have left you and continued his walk without looking back, like how he did to the other creatures that had departed this physical plane by his power without acknowledgement of it. Icedagger could just walk away, yet something about you that made him halt his pace. No, he wouldn’t call it a glimpse of pity, maybe it was something else. Amusement? Curiosity? Or maybe it was simply mild annoyance out of the blue. Even Icedagger was a victim of his own swallow emotions, how laughable

• In the end, Icedagger surrendered. If any of his siblings ever dared to observed him from afar and witnessed the fact he just scooped up a mortal from the snow in his arms, he knew he would never hear the end of it. Honestly though, he gotta gave you a bare minimum of the credit. If his memory served him right, you were in his main territory — the entire region of Blackrock is his territory, but this specific part is the main one — which was probably far away from your original home, enough to make anyone wince. To what did you stumble into this place? Out of pure stupidity, or was there something else deeper? Damn him for being curious, yet he couldn’t help himself. He wasn’t born with a gift of a medic, so he did try his best to somewhat sustain your life. Trust him, he tried, somewhat

• The moment you woke up, you were still feeling the chill running down your spine, but seemed like your temperature had been moderated to a balanced point so that you wouldn’t die right away like earlier. And to top it up, you saw him. He hadn’t left just yet since the last bit of decent empathetic feeling was trying to ground himself down until he made sure you have been saved. And well, you definitely didn’t recognize the person in front of you to be one of the feared SFOTH deities. As annoying as that made Icedagger sulked, he had that coming. He had been isolated himself long enough for time to bury the last remain of his existence in the mortal’s mind after all, so he had expected your lack of manners as well as tried to excuse it. You were still young after all, and he wasn’t petty enough to hold it against the likes of you. At least you were able to stand up again without collapsing, a relief, he’d say if he had to

• Though he might just regret saving you. Because then all of the sudden you kept bugging him like you have no common sense when it comes to strangers. Sure, he helped you, and that was it. And now you expected him to stay? For what? Was this what Venomshank meant when he said that rescued animals will sometimes cling onto you like a tail? Are mortals always like this? How could his siblings even endure this nonsense? Icedagger genuinely wanted to brush you off and fly away. He wasn’t awakened enough to deal with this. But damn him for that too, because Icedagger was still rather somnolent to the point that he just didn’t have the strength to get himself out of this position with you holding onto his cloak. It was a weak grip, but hell, he didn’t even feel like struggling at that time. For the icy heart of his, what had he gotten himself into? Just treat it as another weird dream, as he would say to himself when finally agreed to entertain your childish behavior for a mere moment

• Icedagger didn’t know what to expect. He hadn’t interact with mortals before after this long, so he couldn’t really understand you. Deities and mortals are different in that aspect of unable to fully understand each other after all, and Icedagger himself fully committed to that fact. You just met him a few minutes ago, yet here you are, following him around while talking about something that he couldn’t hear fully due to his lack of interest for such trivial matters. And not to mention the question you had for him too: Who is he? Why is he here? Does he live here? What color does he like? Gosh, it was endless. Sometimes he would nod to play along to mask the fact that he was counting every minutes of nonexistent seconds in hope that you would stop soon. And even when you stopped, you still followed him like a lost puppy. You were definitely a lost case. If you were to be even more stubborn than you had already showed him, then Icedagger might actually have to pray under his own name for his sake

• He expected you to give up soon when he didn’t answer you for more than a couple of short sentences, most of those who had crossed paths with him always surrender their attempts to try to interest Icedagger in a conversation for more than five minutes anyway. To melt the sculpture of everlasting ice just by a little match within a day wasn’t a task someone would have the patience to do. But then if he was to comparing you to a tiny match, that wouldn’t do justice to the item itself. Hell, you were definitely a flamethrower, much to his annoyance. Icedagger wouldn’t be the type that you could call as kind or merciful, but he was like ice itself. To call someone who was just cold ‘cruel’ wasn’t doing their personality the justice it deserved. Ice was never cruel in nature to begin with, it is just cold. Just staying there, doing nothing while shooing people away by its coldness. Icedagger had successfully isolated himself from the rest his kin by that. And yet despite all of that, you just couldn’t seem to take the hint that he had given out which just screamed ‘Leave me alone’ in subtle. He was being somewhat nice, mind you

• He had intentionally shoo you away. But Icedagger had never shouted at you to get away from him with full volume like his sister. He lacked that intensity of raw emotions, as you mortals would call it as such. Still, Icedagger still tried to make an effort in a passive aggressive way. In which he complained to you directly on how you just bragged into his territory without a warning, and here you were. Did he tell you directly to leave him alone? Yes. Did you leave him like he wished? Sadly, no. He tried to drop you somewhere and just moved on with his monotonous life, yet you always managed to get on his nerves with your wailing, which dragged his attention to where he had left you all over again. Even Icedagger couldn’t even explain why couldn’t he just get away from this insufferable child even when the last thing he wanted was for someone to walk into his life and just stayed there. At this point, he wholeheartedly gave up

• Even when the night had fallen and he had made you to return to your home, even walked you out of his territory to your town to bid you a farewell message, the very next day you would still show up in the same place where he first saved you patiently. Icedagger’s stroll schedule was rather inconsistent due to how he would just lose all of his energy and slept for days, but when you found out what you were doing? Icedagger found a new motivation to snap out of his slumber to try to drag you out of his area. As comical as that sounded, please understand that even Darkheart’s pranks couldn’t get Icedagger out of his cave no matter how much he tried. That meant you were definitely special, in your own whimsical way. It even resulted in him chasing you around while you were laughing your heart out as if this was nothing but a fun game of catch for you. Yes, he could just ignore you and left you to freeze to death because of your stubbornness as a punishment, but something kept making him go all of his way to check up on you. Why was it that he had such interesting complications going on in his mind when he first met you? No one could answer that question, not even the physical manifestation of fate itself

• Days after days, hours after hours, Icedagger still tried to entertain you enough so you can just listen to him and go home, while you were still…well, you. Full of life, full of energy like the warm sunshine itself. And Icedagger didn’t even like the sun, yet he managed to stretch his patience out just so he could try and tolerate you. A game of chase like it was mentioned before, a snowball fight which Icedagger had to literally hold back the urge of digging the snow up to sleep there for the rest of the game, a couple rounds of hide and seek when Icedagger could just easily follow your footsteps on the snow to catch you. One game after another, and Icedagger had somehow gotten used to it to the point that if you were to sulk and wanted to play a completely new game rather than the old ones, he would bring his own ability to come up with something. Another door to your fascination that was his doom when you kept pestering him to get creative even more

• Iceskating was probably what he managed to keep you busy with most. He knew there was no way that someone could easily do it in the first attempt without hitting their butt against the icy surface, and that should include you too. The whole purpose of the games was to tire you out enough so you wouldn’t have enough strength to protest when he brought you back to your home, and this whole ice skating scheme was to make sure that you would be so occupied with this specific activity to the point that it would stop you from asking him to exhaust his mind with creativity again. It was two birds with one stone. The only downside of it was that you insisted on him teaching you from the baby steps even when he wasn’t really that enthusiastic about the whole thing. After all, he originally just wanted to sit on the sideline and relax while you do your own things. Between exercising physically or exercising creatively, both options didn’t really seem that inviting. But oh well, he had it coming from the start, might as well obliged so you wouldn’t make a fuss about it

• Another thing he had managed to distract your enthusiasm with was solitaire. No, not with cards, sure he was definitely not the most interesting deity to talk to, he wasn’t that basic at all. Icedagger was still a deity, mind you. You don’t really see a deity such as him going around and buy a box of card on his own, especially when he was living alone. One thing you might found to be pretty interesting about Icedagger was the fact that despite not having an intense interest with anything at all — excluding you, but it wasn’t really an ‘intense interest’ because he only found you to be annoyingly interesting for the very first time in his life, it wasn’t something too ‘intense’ in traditional words — he oddly had a fondness with ice sculpting. He would do so just to kill the time with all the sizes, though his preference was still the small ones so they wouldn’t take too much spaces of his living area. Each sculptures were handled with upmost care to make up for the fact he had procrastinated the process for who knows how long. A small bunny, a little dragon, a tiny moth…All originated from his everlasting glacier

• The sculptures would be replacing the cards in this game of solitaire. How so? Icedagger had this way to explain things to you later. After all, the more he made it pleasantly complicated for you to understand, the more he could get you to pipe down to stimulate your brain. It would be good for you too, since playing solitaire can offer mental benefits like improved memory or focus, while also providing a relaxing and enjoyable way to pass the time. Not to mention the strategic gameplay of it. Now that Icedagger had replaced the cards with his sculptures, it would make things even more fascinating for you to take part in. Icedagger had always played that game alone to pass the time, he didn’t expect to be the one who would watch another player play from an opposite side. He wouldn’t say he had expected this soon in the near millennia, but so far, Icedagger didn’t really hate the feeling of teaching someone else but him. Maybe you — a stubborn child — had managed to make it somewhat better, it seemed

• His idle monochromatic peace was definitely disturbed by your appearance in his life. Yet this disturbance wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. Hell, you even considered him a ‘friend’. Icedagger had thought that word would never exist in his dictionary at the first place. Friend with a mortal, sounded like something Firebrand would say to him. It was less of a dramatic effect when Darkheart shared his own advice of him should befriend a slumbering snail instead, but still, those were equally absurd. A mortal who was barely an outstanding kid, there was nothing worth the gaze of a deity like him in the beginning of this whole thing between you and him. But maybe you were the slumbering snail that Darkheart had mentioned. It was an idiotic comparison, Icedagger was aware, yet that was the only explanation he had on how did you even manage to be this stubborn to be friend with him. For once he had gotten back his motivate to do something else rather than just sulked in the corner of his domain, all thanks to you, the stubborn child that was more of an enigma than he was

• There was time that Icedagger had asked you on that subject too. Surely there must be mortals your age that would be your friends, no? Yet you seemed to avoid his question at this specific topic of forming friendship with the Inphernals at your town. Icedagger could literally feel the mood shifting just by bringing that up. Of course, Icedagger wouldn’t really be the type to be fixated on getting an answer out of you for the sake of his low-functional curiosity. If you wanted to stay silence, then he respected your wish to not push any further. He could leave his territory to investigate the case himself, but then that wouldn’t be the Icedagger that you knew, but an imposter. He tried beyond his limits to get out of his self-isolation to hang out with you in his main territory, but to go out of it into a place with other living beings? You were definitely asking too much. This was the boundary that Icedagger shall not cross for the sake of his own comfort. You did mention just how it felt like you were stepping into a dream land to meet him, that this was like a fun dream to escape reality. Such interesting view for a kid, but you did have a point

• Whether it would take a while for you to gather up the effort of telling him of what had been troubling you or you would just spill the tea without a second thought, the decision to be made was purely yours. But in the end, you did tell him about your own situation within your own town. How you were being picked on by your peers to the point that you just ran away from them then got lost in his territory at the first place. The bullies were mean, saying all those rude things as well as made sure that you wouldn’t make any new friends as long as they were there. It was a natural circulation, if Icedagger had to admit. The strong shall rise while the weak somber, as such was how life itself worked. Though would he interfere? Not quite, it wasn’t really his thing to do all those heroic stuff. He would listen to you though, like always. Maybe gave you a few advice of trying to stand up for yourself while he was doing it. The weak couldn’t survive in this world by being weak, they had to find a solution to survive at all cost in any ways possible. He would encourage you to beat those kids back with a monotonous resting face, and somehow you knew he was actually serious about it. As long as you won or whatever, it was your attempt, not his

• Staying with Icedagger for long enough would grant you quite the great deal of philosophical viewpoints that you might have never heard before. Just judging on his character alone might stimulate your curiosity on how did he even become like that. Well, it was more of a natural thing since his existence as long ago as he could possibly remember, but if there was one thing that Icedagger would have said to back up this monochromatic personality of his was how he realized those lessons of himself and the world around him. Some might be too much for a kid like you to be able to understand, some could be explained in a less complicated manner if he made an effort. But overall, he would suggest you not to keep all of his lesson to heart and just treated it like story time for fun mostly. Icedagger had his reason, so you should just listen to him without question why in the first place

• A typical fact about Icedagger that you might have noticed was how he always carried a blanket outside whenever he went out on a walk to hang out with you. Based on how he looked sleepy for most of the time he was around you, you might guess that maybe he was like a bear that loved hibernation a bit too much. Honestly Icedagger would go on a rant to explain why was he like this to you, but he soon figured out that he should just let you keep that silly thought of yours rather than explaining in depths how sleeping was a good way to kill the time without the need to pay any effort to anything around him since he had lost all of the interest in reaching out for new connection on his own for the time being. He did try to be awake when you were there though. Sometimes he would give you the blanket if you were feeling too cold. Though you did have his blessing that allowed you to endure the cold better, you were still a mortal. As long as you didn’t tear his blanket in half or anything similar, you were good to pass

• With how you constantly talked about this new friends of yours after your adventure in the deep snowy wood at the outskirt of your town, the people that heard your stories might just assume that your vivid imagination had created this version of an imaginary friend with all these colorful details. No matter how much you tried to convince the folks that Icedagger was real, they didn’t really seem to take you seriously at all. Especially how Icedagger had made it clear that he wouldn’t leave his place at all, as he felt bounded there and had gotten used to it by now. It had definitely bothered you, that was for sure. But in Icedagger’s effort to keep a low profile, he suggested that it might be a good thing because if too many people know about his existence, it would be a hassle because then you would have to share you ‘best friend’ — your words, not his — to other people, and then he would be too busy to even pay attention to you. Safe to say that it did convince you. Children were easier to talk sense to than adults, Icedagger knew it mainly because of you

• All those times of spending most of your childhood with this mysterious yet magical friend of yours had definitely been a memorable experience. And even when Icedagger wouldn’t allow himself to say it directly in front of your face, he felt the same way too. He had been alone for if not most of his life after discovering just the philosophy of the world which he held against his frosty heart for dear life as he lived under it this entire time. You were definitely a flaw in his original calculation that had distorted the dull harmony he had tried to maintain this whole time. Who knew what he actually thought? Hell, even he couldn’t give you the clear answer. Yet one thing that Icedagger would say was how much you have been a good memory in his mind. All those games, all those silly little things you said or did, all those years of staying around him - even when to him, it was just a short period of time within a blink of an eye, you made it as if time had slowed down so the both of you could just live in the moment for once. And it meant quite a lot to him. But then Icedagger had noticed something out of the ordinary

• You were slowly, yet steadily, growing up. He had totally forgot the fact that you were a mortal, that this aging process was a normal thing to your kin. The unexpected realization hit when you suddenly gotten taller as time flew by. You were no longer the pipsqueak that was shorter than him, but then you started to grow taller like a spout climbing out of the snow for survival purposes. But he knew that it wasn’t how you were trying to adapt to whatever the environment you were residing at. His suspicion was confirmed even more as he noticed the naive tone of what was used to be a childish manner of yours was starting to become rather more responsible. Icedagger knew it. You were growing up. You were changing. He always reminded himself that nothing lasted forever, yet when it came to you, he almost forgot the entire thing - which explained why it had caught him so off guard. As if he could feel a major change approach. And changes had never really been his liking

• Yet Icedagger had mentally prepared himself before things would get too sudden. For a good while, he was preparing overnight for a gift dedicated to you, something that might be out of character for him to do especially when you had grown up beside him up until this point. Out of the blue, during that one time you two were still hanging out like usual, Icedagger suddenly gifted you a thing he called ‘lucky charm’ that was crafted from the same eternal glacier of his which he used to carve those sculptures. He knew you would like it, he knew you would wear it without a second thought. But he also knew that you didn’t know it was a parting gift that awaited for the unexpected future Icedagger had foreseen. During that time, he was still keeping that secret shut without mentioning it even once while you were still overjoyed with the gift he had made for you. At least then it would be a memento that would allow you to feel better during your hardship

• From a child to a teenager, you started to show up less to the meeting spot despite how it used to be a part of your daily schedule. Icedagger still made his effort to stay at the same place, waiting for you even when you were obviously absent that day. He did wait, until time was up, and he would return to his domain once again. He knew you were starting to forget about him. As much as the thought left a bitter taste on his tongue, he knew that this outcome was inevitable. Yet he still tried to fulfill this act of the play which would be served in your memory core as much as he could physically. From a teenager to an adolescence, Icedagger started to stop coming to the meeting spot as he did his calculations on how busy life must have gotten to you to the point that he barely saw you for weeks. When you came back to him, he could see the clear change in your expression. It was different than how he remembered you to look like. And he could definitely tell the confusion that presented on your face when sometimes you didn’t even know why did you come here in the first place. That marked the day Icedagger decided to retreat from your life as he had done his part. From an adolescence to an adult, you didn’t even come back at all

• You have completely grown up and moved on from your past memories of a mere imaginary friend that stepped out of your wild imagination. Most people could barely remember their childhood anyway, so you might just let it go like the rest of them so that you could walk your own path to see and experience the real world on your own. In another word, you had abandoned this piece of sweet dream and woke up to reality. Meanwhile, Icedagger had lost his motivation to go out again ever since you let your inner child go. He was back to where he was again, all alone with no actual interest in anything. Don’t think that he will recover quickly since in a deity’s eye, mortal is but a grain of sand in the eternal life of his. He will mourn you a little, but then he will discard the grief aside as he has always done to go back to that dull life of his like normal. The only difference is that now he has to live with the memory of a friendship who he might never get to experience again. Even when he is as cold as ice with barely any emotions to understand everything as it is, Icedagger can still be sentimental without showing it, even when he is now completely alone again

• They always left in the end, didn’t they? Nothing ever last forever, but the memories that have soon became a mere reflection of what he used to have shall stay in his cold embrace once more as he slumber himself to live in the past of somewhere no one knows. Icedagger has forgotten why did he feel so disconnected with his surroundings, even with his own peers, until now. Ice will melt when something warm comes into contact with it, but then what to do with the leftovers of said attempt of connection? It will take time before the puddle of water to be formed back into ice again, but things will never be the same. Nothing has ever stayed the same after all. The only comfort he can cling onto to soothe this unexplainable weight in his heart is the fact that you have fit into that definition of what he would call a ‘friend’. The first and maybe last friend he will ever have. A dear friend of his, who has woken up out of this melty wonderland to move forward to the unexpected future, while Icedagger is still there in the middle of nowhere. All by himself because of this act of self-isolation he has seek comfort in, all on his own as things have always been like such

• Mythology has it that when Blackrock is about to endure a sudden blizzard out of calculations, it is actually a reflection of a troubled supernatural force’s heart that is projected onto this land during their slumber. Some people is going to use science to get rid of that foolish myth, but some still firmly believes in that childish hope that maybe there existed someone who has the ability that is responsible to Blackrock’s current weather. And maybe, just maybe, you will still keep that little silly piece of ice he craved out for you. A keepsake, a lucky charm, or whatever you call it in the future. Even when you have forgotten him, calling him an ‘imaginary friend’ or never mention him again completely - that is fine too. Wherever you are, whoever you have become, he wishes you a life full of warmth, something he will never get to experience himself. Live with love, with empathy, live and know that you have been nothing but a memorable experience. And he regrets nothing, not at all, as this sweet dream shall live in his mind until time has stopped ticking

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

[amourette]

02. FAMILIAR FACES.

this chapter includes: swearing, sewicider jokes, non-proofread writing (sorry i’m lazy), etc! •ᴗ•

tweets: pretend their accs are priv… i forgot to add that detail (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

As soon as you made your discreet “escape” from your lecture, you felt all the piled up stress slowly break down on your walk.

But it seemed that your moment of peace wouldn’t last forever.

Your feet was frozen, the breath of relief you took rushed back into your body. The one person you had hoped wouldn’t show their face in front of you after everything, was now standing just a few feet apart from you.

It was him, Scaramouche—Or in your heart, Kuni.

Everything about him seemed so… recognizable. The way he stood with the same posture he did all those years ago, the way his hands instantly hid in his pockets, and the way you could see all of his emotions through his eyes.

The moment of your widened eyes meeting his lasted only for a few seconds despite feeling like hours. It truly felt as if you had been taken back to the first time you’ve met.

But had it been only you to feel such euphoria?

It became crystal clear that your friends were right all along. You hadn’t forgotten a single thing you loved about him.

The way his indigo orbs stared into yours while speaking, blessing your ears & sight simultaneously. The way your fingertips memorized the texture of his soft hair, soft skin, sweet lips. The satisfaction you got from being constantly reminded that he was only so comfortable, unreserved, near you.

“Excuse me.” Spoke such a familiar voice, bringing upon such familiar feelings in your heart. Your ears yearned to hear more.

But, that was it.

His shoulder slightly brushed against yours as he left you there, frozen and silenced. That satisfaction you once always felt merely turned into an aching sensation in your heart—Which was now dropped back into the pit of your stomach.

After all these years of pondering on what you could’ve done to cause him to text you that day, overthinking all your moments together… You finally got your answer.

You simply meant far less to him than he did to you.

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A/N: early & small angst bcs this is going to be a long ride! (maybe) & for venti talking abt “no man has faye webster in their bio unless they’re tryna get some”, it’s just a personal experience & a little joke! of course anyone can like faye, we love her over here ˘³˘! ALSO i noticed i have not written in a hot minute… good golly! i probably won’t do too much written chapters LOL… (+ ik that running away to elope isn’t only in tales/movies guys 😕 i just used to think so when i was little!)

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[all-purpose-dish-soap]

🍓!

Very sorry if this anon has been taken ( ;´ - `;)

Okay, so— I don’t have a very defined going out aesthetic but I do switch between these preset outfits from time to time (a. A nice soft artsy girl look with baggy pants and a green cardigan, b. baggy cargo pants with all the pockets you could ever need and more and a size large shirt I hand-cropped) very loose, I like using mismatched socks and worn black shoes. I always come with my backpack strapped to my back and old friendship bracelets around my wrist.

I’m a loser (╥﹏╥) so I don’t have much experience picking up.. uh, lads…? But I would probably rizz via small thoughtful gifts I hand made or probably remember them by. Maybe if I draw us together often and gift it to him it might give him a clue (ᵕ—ᴗ—) I would probably blabber about small things I notice about them, “Looking sharp!” “Every time I see you I remind myself to get shades, you’re so bright.” “Smile more often, I love seeing you happy.” “What’s wrong? You’ve been frowning…” Use a cheesy pick up line or two, laugh it off.

Text them at random showing them things I find (“look at this bottle cap. think I’m gonna keep it”) or am doing (“tell me the correct ways to use a power drill or I might blow a hole into my walls”), slide in an ask to hang out again. Gift them a pink camellia (roses are probably too forward) every once and while because men also deserve flowers. Try to get close but back off if I see even an inch on uncomfortability, hugs, tugs, silly hand reading, light touches here and there. Honestly I think I would snap and ask them out first.

Sorry if this is too long! Thank you and have a good day or night, feel free to ignore (´ε｀ )♡!

you sound cute as hell tbqh. (ⓛ ω ⓛ)

here's how this actually goes down: at first you're down bad for Soap. he knows it; his buddies know it. but you're soft and shy enough that he can pretend with plausible deniability he doesn't notice. you figure he's gonna overlook you for not being gf material--however. Gaz notices you are a catch and steals you right out from under him.

Soap totally strings you along. totally content biding his time until he can be bothered to get you alone and seal the deal. like, corrupt you.

but no rush. he figures he's got plenty of time. you're so hung up on him; you're not about to go chasing after some other guy.

nobody ever accused you of being a great judge of character where your romantic interest is concerned.

"every time i see you," you tell him, "i remind myself to get shades. because you're so bright."

ah. soap smirks. flattery will get you everywhere. "if i'm blindin' ya so bad, stop starin' so much."

he loves being chased, so what's wrong with a little teasing?

and since you're inexperienced with flirting, how are you gonna say no?

but then Gaz looks over Soap's shoulder and sees one too many of the cute little texts you send him. he scoffs at first at the game-playing of it all. but then he notices as you slowly start to leave Soap little gifts, flowers--trinkets that remind you of him, you say. it drives Gaz out of his mind. he gets this weird feeling that you're perfect, you're gonna make someone so happy, and you're being wasted on some dude who won't even take you out on a date.

Gaz also knows better than to tell you outright how Soap's a prick. you're too nice; you'll just defend him. justify his behavior. your crush on him blinds you. 

so instead, Gaz sits down silently next to you one day and watches you sketch. your attention to detail is impressive. loving, even. a spiral of envy squeezes his heart. Gaz tries to tell himself it's pity instead. Soap is a lucky bastard. doesn't know what he's got, clearly.

then, Gaz offers you one surefire way to get Soap's attention.

"it's easy," he tells you, silver-tongued. "man's a peacock. best way to his heart is through his pride." when you don't catch on, he nudges you with his shoulder. "make him jealous."

immediately he has you, hook line and sinker. that's all you really want, right? Soap's attention. 

fake dating Gaz. what could go wrong. 

naturally it's not long before Gaz is the one who has you wrapped around his finger instead. he's the better choice for you anyway <3

Soap still pesters Gaz from time to time to send him a picture or two of you. insists you've got to be sending them somewhere since you're not hitting him up anymore. he steals Gaz's phone to get a better look at the spicy ones

more Gaz / more Soap / masterlist

[inhabited-n-baked]

Hiii <3 I just found your account and could I get some medic tf2 x goth girl reader? Your fics look sick as hell btw

Medic x goth reader

OMG ?!?! MIIGWECH MIIGWECH !! I LOVE THIS REQUEST SM !! I will say it’s been like OVER A YEAR OR TWO NOW since I wrote anything for medic so I might make him ooc, that’s mb. And I’m really sick so spelling mistakes might be common. (My head keeps spinning :(( send more requests tho some1 plzz.)

- Medic is actually quite fascinated by your style. He appreciates the amount of effort that goes into your look, even if it does take longer than most people to get ready.

- At first, he was slightly impatient—thinking he could get on with more important medical work—but over time, he becomes mesmerized by the attention to detail. He admires how every accessory, every clothing choice, and every makeup decision feels like a carefully constructed art form. You’re boldness in expressing yourself is something he deeply respects.

- He still a little pissy if you take too long tho (usually he has you help him with something in med bay.)

- He’ll be sitting in his lab, tinkering away, and then suddenly remember that you’re still getting dressed. He’ll walk into the room at some point, only to see you still in the process of applying your makeup and fixing your hair. “Ach, always so dramatic, mein Liebe. But it suits you,” he’ll say with a grin, secretly loving the theatrical flair you bring to the table.

- Along the way eventually, he’ll adjust, giving you plenty of time while subtly planning ways to keep himself entertained (often offering to help with the finer details like adjusting eyeliner or helping with a corset, maybe he wants to be helpful to you this time !!)

- He finds it amusing, in a somewhat loving way, that you wear your goth attire on the battlefield. At first, he questioned how practical it was, given how the rest of the mercenaries wear stuff that’s not so over the top. However, over time, he becomes more understanding. Medic admires your tenacity—nothing is going to stop you from being yourself, even when the bullets start flying. He might occasionally offer small suggestions like, "Maybe a more protective jacket? Just in case a bullet hits you in the right spot." But at the end of the day, he loves your unapologetic self-expression, even if it means your wearing all black and some chunky boots. (Respawn is always fun too : D)

- Medic constantly compliments you. It’s never an ordinary compliment, though. He’ll tell you things like, “You are like a beautiful, dark angel of death. Only, more glamorous.” He’s genuine, though, and while his compliments come off as quirky or even a bit eccentric, they often have an edge of admiration for your style and strength.

- He’ll get intrigued by the music you listen to—especially when you play your favourite goth bands or even industrial music. He might not always get it (he's more into his "medical playlists" whatever that means.), but he appreciates the art form and often jokes, "Perhaps I should introduce you to the sweet sounds of German opera? It's just as dark, but with more class." Sometimes, he’ll even let you sit with him in med bay while playing music, secretly enjoying the darker melodies.

- Although he’s often caught up in his work, Medic has a deep protective streak for you. He’ll sometimes make sure your taken care of more than the other mercs, even adjusting your equipment, making sure your boots are properly fitted, and offering small gestures of comfort. "I’ll make sure you are healed—though I do wish you'd consider wearing something less... conspicuous when you're in the middle of an ambush."

- At the end of the day, even with all your gothic flair, Medic cherishes the unique blend of darkness and strength that you bring to his life !!

(I tried to make it longer but I don’t think I’m high enough to get creative (╥﹏╥) I hope it’s okay and that it’s readable bc idk if I’m actually making sense rn (ᵕ—ᴗ—). )

[i-ate-your-dog-srry]

Hey!!! :3 psstttt!!

An ...apology..? post nobody asked for!!!

I've been saying I'm going to be coming back for a while! And then doing it for a day and falling out of it again!!! >u< I think I'm putting way too much on myself!

So, in full, I'll be taking a probably longer pause on:

@niron-the-neons-daily-blog

@daycare-au

@charlie-chime-in

@zuris-ask-blog

@ruperts-ask-blog

Although it's not as if i was quite actively working all those in the first place! (╥﹏╥) i will also be taking no more commissions for a while! I can't work at a pace that I feel appropriate in the head space I am right now! :3

I have been struggling to find motivation to post to those blogs, and thinking of them at the moment gives me pretty bad anxiety and paranoia! X] I feel as if I'm letting people down by not consistently working on the project of the welcome home AU specifically! But looking at it from a standpoint of reality, im sure nobody wants to head hunt me for not answering an ask, but still!!! .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.

Im sorry for taking so long with everything!!! I just want to make all my friends happy all the time because they deserve it!!! But I think i go super insane over little things! i can't help but feel people won't like me anymore if i stop drawing things! (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

What im trying to say is!: to everyone who i promise drawings to im sorry! I want to draw for everyone because I love drawing for people! But then i draw too much! Too many wips-!!! Then I feel i am being unfair! I guess i just offer a lot that I can't give! Maybe this is too forward, but i wanted to say i don't mean to upset anyone with false promises!! I hate when people are upset with me, and ironically, that's what seems to get me into these situations and then keep me stuck in them!!! (ó﹏ò｡)

So I'm sorry for probably disappointing a lot of people!!! ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

I have to work on not immediately trying to offer things to people! TUT

[simplyraeblue]

King and Captive

(Hunter and Hunted Spin-Off) read here

a chance meeting with Sukuna quickly turns into a nightly routine you can't escape. as the lines between game and something more blur, you start to wonder—how long can you keep playing, or will Sukuna make you his next conquest? !Sukuna x !femreader

chapter warnings/tags: swearing, drinking, use of "princess", still decently tame, sukuna rides a motorcycle, eventual smut warning tho of course ( • ᴗ - ) A/N: as I said, I had three parts already written for this before I even posted part one (ᵕ—ᴗ—) so, enjoy ya filthy animals

index part one | part three

part three word count : 3,437

you couldn’t quite figure out how or why Sukuna kept ending up at the bar as you, at the same time, every day since your first encounter. yet, like clockwork, you found yourself leaving work and heading to that bar – the one where you’d first crossed paths. maybe it was a subconscious decision, a quiet hope that he’d be there again, just like he had been the last time, and the time before that.

each encountered felt like a dance. you couldn’t even recall the last time you’d ordered a drink for yourself. Sukuna always had two waiting – one for him, one for you. he seemed to know you’d show up, his confidence practically radiating. it had to be his cockiness that convinced him of your arrival each day. 

but Sukuna wasn’t oblivious. he’d pieced together that the bar was just around the corner from your workplace, and with a little persistence and some well-placed tips to the bartender, he gained the little slice of knowledge that you were a regular. your resistance intrigued him, even if it grated on his nerves. how had you managed to keep him at arm’s length this long? this game was new territory for him; women usually threw themselves at him, eagerly falling into bed. but you? you were different – a challenge he hadn’t enjoyed in ages.

“are you an alcoholic, or what?” you teased, smirking as you approached him from behind. right on time. Sukuna didn’t bother answering. instead, he slid a pint across the bar to the stool next to him and patted the seat, silently inviting you to take your place. beside him.

you scoffed, half in disbelief. you weren’t sure if his behavior was bordering on stalker territory or if he was just that determined to win whatever strange game he’d started two weeks ago. and yet, despite your better judgment, you took the open seat.

over time, those two post-work hours with him each night had become a strange sort of routine. little by little, you’d pried bits of personal information from him. he had two brother and was the oldest. he worked as a tattoo artist – a quick internet search confirmed he was quite popular locally – and he wanted to eventually open his own shop someday.

and then there was the breakup. he’d mentioned it briefly, almost casually, as if it wasn’t any true trouble to him. but the details? those he left vague.

“while I don’t mind doing this every day, when are you going to let me take you out on a real date?” Sukuna asked, his devilish smirk firmly in place as he watched you take a sip of your drink.

“I don’t know.” you replied, raising an eyebrow. “it’s been pretty entertaining coming here after work and find your raggedy ass sitting in the same spot every time.” you grinned over the rim of your glass, already bracing yourself for his comeback. something wicked flickered in his eyes, and you knew you’d poked the bear.

“raggedy ass?” Sukuna repeated, arching a brow with an amused grin. “you and my little brother would get along way too well.”

“probably.” you shot back. “I’ve only had to tolerate you for two weeks, but he’s already my hero for dealing with you his whole life.”

Sukuna laughed – a deep, booming sound that felt like it reverberated through your chest. it wasn’t something you’d intended, but you found yourself liking the sound: loud, unapologetic, and enough to draw attention from others in the bar. you were pretty sure if anyone dared to complain, they’d shut up instantly with a remark from his sharp tongue.

when his laughter subsided, Sukuna rested his chin in his hand, gaze fixed on you. “how about we play a little game?” he asked, his tone low and teasing.

“aren’t we already playing one?” you replied, shooting him a pointed look.

“this one’s simple.” his smirk widened. “I’ll be here, same time as usual tomorrow. if you show up again, I’ll take that as a yes to a date with me. a proper date, not just sitting in a bar down the street from your work.

you averted your gaze, aware of the heat rising in your cheeks. a real date? you’d gotten so comfortable here, trading playful insults and talking with him so casually every evening. would a date change things?

Sukuna studied your face while you thought in silence, the corner of his mouth twitching in satisfaction. he knew he’d caught you off guard. he thought you look so cute, brows furrowed and cheeks flushed, unable to meet his gaze. flustered – that’s what it was. and he liked you that way far more than he cared to admit.

“not sure you’d survive a real date with me,” you said, finally meeting his eyes, your voice steady despite the slight flutter in your chest.

Sukuna’s grin deepened, revealing the faintest hint of sharp canines. “oh, sweetheart, I’d survive just fine. the real question is, could you handle it?”

there it was—that cocky, self-assured attitude that was both infuriating and magnetic. you rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips. “bold of you to assume I even want to.”

“I don’t assume,” he replied smoothly, leaning closer. “I know. you wouldn’t keep showing up here if you didn’t enjoy my company.” his voice dipped lower, like a secret meant only for you. “I can see it in the way you’re smiling right now, no matter how much you try to hide it.”

your smile faltered for a second, but the smug look on his face spurred you to regain your footing. “or maybe I just like the free drinks,” you teased, taking a long sip from your glass.

Sukuna barked out another laugh, drawing more curious glances from around the bar. he didn’t care. “fair enough. but tomorrow? no drinks, no games—just you and me. that is, if you show up.” he gave you a look that was both a challenge and an invitation. “think you’re brave enough?”

brave enough? the audacity.

“you’re really not going to drop this, are you?” you asked, setting your glass down and crossing your arms.

“not a chance,” Sukuna replied, leaning back with an air of triumph. “but hey, if you’re too scared, just say so.”

you glared at him, lips twitching as you tried not to laugh. “I’m not scared.”

“good,” he said, standing up suddenly and throwing a few bills on the counter. “then I’ll see you tomorrow, same time.” he grabbed his leather jacket, slinging it over his shoulder as he looked down at you one last time. “and don’t be late, princess.”

with that, Sukuna turned and walked out, leaving you sitting there, torn between frustration and attraction. you hated how much his confidence got under your skin, and yet you couldn’t deny the thrill that came with every interaction.

you sighed, finishing the rest of your drink. tomorrow, huh? you weren’t sure if you’d go—but the thought of skipping out and letting him win so easily? that didn’t sit right with you either.

as you left the bar that night, one thing was clear: Sukuna had officially gotten under your skin, and you weren’t entirely sure how to shake him. or if you even wanted to.

-

the next evening, you found yourself lingering outside the bar longer than usual. it wasn’t hesitation keeping you there—not entirely. maybe it was nerves, though you hated to admit that Sukuna had gotten into your head like this.

the thought of his smug grin waiting for you inside was both infuriating and... exciting. you sighed, steeling yourself, and pushed the door open.

as always, Sukuna was there, seated in his usual spot, leaning back against the bar like he owned the damn place. he didn’t even look up when the door creaked open. instead, he glanced at his watch, his grin forming before he turned to you. “right on time, princess,” he drawled, eyes raking over you with a lazy confidence that set your nerves alight. “knew you couldn’t resist.”

you rolled your eyes, brushing past a couple of patrons on your way to his side. “don’t get too full of yourself, ass. you know I was already in the area.”

“oh, yeah?” he said, sliding a fresh drink in your direction without missing a beat. “and I suppose it’s just a coincidence that you didn’t choose another bar?”

you took the drink—not because he offered, of course, but because it was easier than engaging with his nonsense right away. “you’re awfully cocky for someone who still hasn’t gotten a yes,” you retorted, sipping slowly and watching his reaction.

Sukuna laughed, the deep, familiar sound somehow settling your nerves even as it annoyed you. “you showing up is all the ‘yes’ I need,” he said, turning to face you fully now, his arm resting casually on the back of your chair. “so, what’s it gonna be? you gonna let me sweep you off your feet tonight?”

you raised an eyebrow. “sweep me off my feet? that’s ambitious. I’m not that easily impressed.”

“challenge accepted,” he replied without hesitation. he leaned in just slightly, close enough for his voice to drop into that low, taunting tone he seemed to know got under your skin. “I’ve been playing nice, but maybe it’s time I stepped up my game.”

you tilted your head, meeting his gaze head-on. “oh, this was you playing nice?”

“careful,” he warned, smirking. “keep testing me, and you might find out what happens when I stop.”

the tension between you crackled like static, a silent standoff as neither of you broke eye contact. it was exhilarating, maddening, and far too entertaining for you to even think about leaving now. you couldn’t deny the heat you felt wash over your body, from your head to your toes you were… bothered to say the least.

finally, Sukuna leaned back, breaking the moment with a smug chuckle. “finish your drink, sweetheart. we’ve got a reservation.”

you blinked. “a reservation? you made plans?”

“don’t sound so surprised,” he said, standing and tossing a few bills on the bar. “I told you, tonight’s a proper date. you coming, or are you chickening out?”

you didn’t move right away, deliberately taking another sip of your drink just to make him wait. but as much as you hated giving him the satisfaction, the curiosity was too strong to ignore.

setting your glass down, you stood and grabbed your coat. “alright, Sukuna,” you said, brushing past him toward the door. “show me what you’ve got.”

his grin widened as he followed, the thrill of the chase sparking in his eyes. 

the cool evening air brushed against your skin as you stepped out of the bar, Sukuna following close behind. “so,” you started, glancing back at him. “where’s this ‘proper date’ happening? let me guess—a hole in the wall with sticky floors and loud music?”

“cute,” Sukuna replied, his smirk firmly in place. “but no. I’m classier than that.”

“sure you are,” you muttered, half teasing. “alright, then. impress me.”

“don’t worry, princess,” he said, leading you down the sidewalk. “I will.”

your steps slowed as you spotted a sleek, black motorcycle parked just ahead, a matching black helmet tied to the handlebar. Sukuna stopped next to it and turned to you with a grin that could only be described as wicked.

“seriously?” you asked, gesturing toward the bike. “this is how you’re taking me on a proper date?”

“what? you don’t trust me?” he teased, pulling a spare helmet from the back and tossing it to you.

you caught it, arching a brow. “not sure trust is the word I’d use. what is this, your bad-boy routine?”

he laughed. “sweetheart, this is the routine. now, are you getting on, or are you too scared?”

your jaw clenched at the challenge in his tone. no way were you letting him think you’d back down. you placed the helmet on your head, snapping it into place as he watched with obvious amusement.

“let’s get this over with,” you said, climbing onto the bike behind him.

Sukuna smiled as he mounted the motorcycle, his hands gripping the handlebars with ease. “hold on tight, princess,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

you hesitated for half a second before wrapping your arms around his waist, feeling the warmth of his body beneath his jacket – god above even the muscles in his abdomen that your arms pressed themselves into. he revved the engine, and before you could overthink it, the bike took off.

the rush of the wind was exhilarating, the world blurring as Sukuna navigated through the city streets. you clung to him, your earlier nerves replaced by something close to excitement. it wasn’t long before he slowed, pulling into a quiet side street lined with warm lights and the soft hum of activity.

when he finally stopped outside a small, cutesy restaurant, you climbed off the bike and removed your helmet, smoothing down your hair. “this is it?” you asked, eyeing the sign above the door and noticing the patio with fairy lights out back. “didn’t peg you as this type.”

“guess I’m full of surprises,” Sukuna said, smirking as he stowed the helmets. 

you rolled your eyes, but the faint smile tugging at your lips betrayed your curiosity. Sukuna held the door open for you, and as you stepped inside, the cozy atmosphere of the restaurant wrapped around you.

“you’re really going all out, huh?” you said, glancing back at him.

he leaned down slightly, just enough for his words to feel like a private joke. “when I do something, I do it right.”

you cast a glance over your shoulder as Sukuna followed you in, his imposing figure drawing a few curious looks from the other customers. it wasn’t hard to see why. even here, dressed in his leather jacket and with his strong presence, Sukuna looked like he belonged in the chaos of a fight, not the quiet comfort of a place like this. yet somehow, he seemed perfectly at ease.

“I don’t know whether to be impressed or suspicious,” you said, crossing your arms. “how’d you even get us a table here on short notice?”

he smirked, casually slipping his hands into his jacket pockets. “let’s just say I know how to get what I want.”

“of course you do,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

the host appeared, guiding you to a corner table that offered a little privacy from the rest of the customer. Sukuna pulled out your chair, a surprising gesture that earned a skeptical look from you.

“since when are you the gentleman type?” you asked, sitting down cautiously.

“since now,” he replied smoothly, taking his seat across from you. “don’t get used to it.”

the two of you read over the menu in silence for a moment, the air thick with unspoken tension. it wasn’t awkward, though – more like another game you were both quietly playing, testing each other’s patience and resolve.

when the waiter came, Sukuna ordered with casual confidence, even surprising you with his knowledge of the wine list. as the waiter walked away, you leaned forward, narrowing your eyes.

“okay, what’s the deal?” you asked. “this doesn’t seem like your usual scene.”

he leaned back in his chair, his smirk never wavering. “what, you think I spend all my time in bars and back alleys?”

“well, yeah,” you said bluntly, earning a low chuckle from him.

“trust me,” he said, resting his forearms on the table, “I know how to handle myself in places like this. just because I like to keep things casual doesn’t mean I can’t step it up when I need to.”

you tilted your head, studying him. he was a contradiction—a mix of rough edges and sharp wit, seeming to be someone who thrived on chaos yet could navigate moments like this with unsettling ease.

as you racked your brain to try and put the pieces of the puzzle that is Sukuna together, he gazed at you. your cocked head, pursed lips and eyebrows, all of it gave him feelings he didn’t know he could feel. he wanted to pinch your cheeks and take a bite out of you all in the same move. 

sure, originally, he had considered his efforts to be a fun little game – something he’d become an expert at. but this time it wasn’t a game he wanted to get a metaphorical trophy for at the end. he wanted to win, and keep winning over and over again. Sukuna’s end goal wasn’t to get you into bed, although he’d already spent much time thinking about what it would be like, but he wanted you to like him. want him. need him.

“so what’s your game, Sukuna?” you asked, deciding to drop the pretense. “you don’t strike me as the ‘dinner date’ type.”

he grinned, leaning in slightly. “maybe I’m just curious.”

“about what?”

“about you.” his tone was teasing, but his crimson eyes betrayed a flicker of something more serious, more genuine. “you don’t make it easy, and I like that.”

you felt your cheeks warm under his gaze, but you refused to look away. “curious, huh? that’s a dangerous game to play.”

“good,” Sukuna said, his grin widening. “danger’s where I’m most comfortable.”

though you’d never admit it to him, you were starting to like the way he made you feel: a little off-balance, a little reckless, and very, very alive.

As Sukuna watched you across the table, he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. You were trying hard to keep your composure, but he’d already noticed the small tells—how your fingers fidgeted slightly with the edge of your napkin, how you avoided meeting his eyes for too long. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to feed his ego.

Sukuna had always been good at reading people—what made them tick, what made them crumble. With most, it was laughably easy. Flash a smirk, lean in close, say the right thing, and they’d melt like butter. But you? You weren’t impressed by his confidence or his looks. You pushed back, called him out, and never let him feel like he had the upper hand for long.

It was infuriating.

And, strangely enough, addictive.

He watched as your brow furrowed slightly as you studied him. That curious little look you always got when you thought he wasn’t paying attention – it was becoming one of his favorite expressions on you.

“What?” you asked, catching him staring.

“Nothing,” Sukuna said, smirking as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Just wondering what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “If you think flattery’s going to get you anywhere, you’re wasting your time.”

“Who says I’m wasting it?” he shot back, enjoying the way you stiffened slightly. “I’ve got nowhere else I’d rather be.”

And that, to his surprise, was true.

He’d spent years chasing thrills—fights, chaos, women who came and went without leaving so much as a mark. But this? Sitting across from you, trading sharp words and stolen glances, felt different. It wasn’t just the chase that drew him to you. It was the fact that you didn’t back down.

You weren’t scared of him.

You intrigued him in ways he hadn’t expected, and for the first time in a long time, Sukuna felt the thrill of not knowing how something would end.

As the meal went on, he found himself talking more than he usually did, letting slip bits and pieces of himself he hadn’t planned on sharing. He didn’t know why he bothered – maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the way you actually listened, meeting his words with equal parts curiosity and suspicion.

When the plates were cleared and the bill paid, Sukuna stood, offering you his hand. You stared at it for a moment, and he couldn’t help but smirk. “Relax, princess. I don’t bite.” although he wanted to.

an inappropriate response almost slipped past your lips, almost asking him to do just that. “Could’ve fooled me,” you muttered, but you took his hand anyway, letting him pull you to your feet. 

As you stepped outside, Sukuna handed you the helmet once more, watching as you adjusted it with that same fiery determination that had hooked him from the start.

Maybe this was dangerous. Maybe you’d be his undoing.

But Sukuna had never been one to back down from a challenge—and you, he realized, were one he didn’t want to win too quickly.

⊹. ݁˖ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . taglist: @mangiswig@aldebrana@ravester@marie-is-in-the-dark@makingtimemine @sorahatake @osohchoso @csolya @clp-84 @chosokamoluvr . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .

[myhaeris]

So I kinda went a little stir crazy and...

I did a few more drawings of two other boys from the game. They were mainly suppose to be pose studies/color studies, so they are heavily referenced from in game art work!

I decided to draw Fuyu's Dinner date art and Seth's pin-up in my style:

Here's Fuyu, which is just a sketch so far. I honestly don't know what I'm gonna end up doing for the finished product. I only drew the pose and just straight up went with it, throwing caution to the wind.

I am not immune to pretty boy propaganda, he's just too pretty... The other kitsune boys, as well as fuyu, have done something to me-

Here is Seth's as well. His piece is almost fully done. I might scrap it and redo his, cause I'm unhappy with it since. Since to me, it doesn't look to much like him (maybe cause I stared at it for so long). But anyways might as well show the wip before I eventually go crazy and redo it (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

Also since I drew Seth based on his pin-up, he is shirtless, so a it'll be under the cut (cw: slight nudity ig?)

Here he is, Hell's Hottest Boy nine hundred years running. Still a work in progress (I need to touch up things and add his scars but yeah, him!)

Edit: My self control is nonexistent but I'm trying so hard to force myself to finish these two art works before moving on to work on other projects like my OCs/sonas- or well, MORE ART OF THE BB BOYS. Its not working- send help

[starletdust]

hihiii!! I know I’ve requested from you before (the little Luka + CG Hyuna hs au headcanons) and I loved loved loved it, and I was wondering if I could I get some more little Luka headcanons but in the actor au? maybe Ivan as his CG? I definitely think his illnesses and physical state set off his age regression (that is if he still has his physical issues in the actor au? playing a character like Luka I imagine he probably would,,)

𐙚 little luka & cg ivan hcs ! ^_^ ( actor au )

hihi welcome back :3 !! i’ve never really considered luka’s conditions in his regression which is shameful as such a luka stan >_> and i’m so happy you liked my other ones !!! i did a little bit of research on chd , chronic migraines , asthma , and stuff like poor blood circulation — mostly triggers & treatments !! please let me know if anything is inaccurate ! these r a little sad , i accidentally made most of it revolved around said illnesses ………… aack . unless that’s what you wanted ⁽⁽◝꒰ ˙ ꒳ ˙ ꒱◜⁾⁾  

⋆ ࣪˖⊹ ⋮ shooting scenes can take a while !! and with how extravagant alien stage can be , lots of special effects can trigger some migraines ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ sometimes , the baby will end up crying from how much it hurts , which can only make it worse ….

⟢ ivan will gladly sneak him out of the room to go hide & let him calm down a bit , maybe even with a stuffie coming along too ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋮ occasionally , luka gets to wear some of ivan’s clothing while the latter is recording and he isn’t — keeps him warm and in his cg’s company in essence (,,>﹏<,,)

˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⋮ many snacks for tiny .. especially if he doesn’t have a teether and / or pacifier around ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა he mostly only brings necessities on set , with most of his actual little gear residing at home !

⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋮ with how young luka regresses , he can get himself into a fit quite easily ,, which definitely never ends well ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა it’s a sad cycle of gettin upset then getting more upset because he feels icky from unintentionally triggering some illnesses to intensify

⟢ he and ivan have learned to keep an inhaler on-standby as a precaution , along with little stuffed keychains to fidget with

⋆ ࣪˖⊹ ⋮ luka is a pretty quiet tiny !! he’d rather swat at whoever he’s with for attention instead of asking for it , or just bumping his head into their hand likr a kitten >ᴗ<

⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋮ one of those babies that fall asleep in moving vehicles .. after a long day of acting , a catnap is absolutely due :3

this should probably just go in the actual headcanons but luka would absolutely have one of those weighted lavender stuffies . maybe a cheaper one so it’s not too intense of a smell , but it gets him tiny and eepy in a second >w<

i loved makin this !!!! look at me go finishing reqs within a day ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

* ੈ @twinypwupy ྀིྀི ✩‧₊˚

[babyniigo]

Caregiver Emu for Little Nene? Maybe something where they're riding coasters and stuff at the Wonderoands x Showtime theme park!

I rlly like your stuff ty ty tyyy!!

CG! Emu and Little! Nene

Emu is the bestest caregiver in the world! Whenever she has her little on her arms, she’s quick to care for them and cheer them up! ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

Little nene is soooo shy! She keeps hiding behind her cgs usually, but when she’s beside Emu, she feels safe enough to hold her hand and walk by her side ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

As long as Emu is holding her hand, Nene feels sooo safe and happy! Which is why Emu always takes her to Phoenix Wonderland to keep her baby entertained!!! ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶꒱ྀི১

I think they love riding the teacups together, the ferris wheel, and any boat rides ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Because they’re all such safe and nice options and nene can snuggle with her cg without being surrounded by too many people! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

I think Emu tends to buy them matching headbands, matching plushies, and matching meals and nene feels delighted to be matching with her cg! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

Plus she feels so cute and small when she’s wearing cute headbands and holding soft plushies ૮ ⸝⸝っ·̫ •⸝⸝ ྀིა

Also also!! Emu takes them to a nice cafe in Phoenix Wonderland, where she spoon feeds Nene and wipes her mouth with a napkin when they’re done nomming! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

To end the fun day! Emu takes Nene on the ferris Wheel and they cuddle their while watching the sunset! Nene gets a bit sleepy because she feels so safe and cozy by Emu’s side! (⸝⸝ᴗ_ᴗ⸝⸝) z z 𐰁

Haiii! I saw your other ask and don’t worry thankfully it wasn’t eaten! I’ll be doing ur new reqs too so don’t you worry hehe! ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ Thank u for all your support and for requesting! And also for alll your kind words I hope you have a wonderful day! ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

[honeyhonest]

pls just bear with me... being crowley's spoiled little thing. even before you were committing several HR violations u knew he needed u (to do his job for him) but now you have something to hold over him and you're codependent with each other lol (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

you just get away with everything. fuck something up in potions class? tell crewel to take it to the headmage, he'll discipline you (he won't). a housewarden is pissed off with you? hmmm, that sucks, but you answer to the headmage, maybe they should focus on their own students? fucking, just steal half of crowley's lunch, invite yourself on his stupid outings, he's not going to say anything about it. if anyone has a problem with you, he'll just do his whole, "ohhh, I'm trying so hard to get them home, but it's taking so long, the prefect is just a special case, they're still adjusting, can't you let it go just this once?" routine

you've always been closer to crowley than the other students, but this is just ridiculous. perceptive students like jamil and azul notice when his hand lingers on your shoulder for a moment too long. and everyone can tell you two talk to each other in a very casual, familiar, not-so-professional way. trein walks in on you in crowley's lap once, and had to pretend he was looking at something else and didn't notice

the staff holds a meeting to passive-aggressively go over the school's academic code of conduct about relationships between staff and students (regardless of whether or not both parties are consenting adults, crewel emphasizes) and crowley is just sitting there innocently twiddling his thumbs not really paying attention because he's thinking about you

[daydreams-after-dark]

Hehe hiiiii! I have a thingy for ur bday month ! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ I feel like skz as a whole r justttt...like, sickeningly sweet. with each other, and especially in regards to lovers. Gods, can you imagine? I can see any of them being this way, but you gotta wonder if it would amplify an already emotional being- like Felix. No but Lixie would literally be the sweetest bf ever :( waking up early in the morning to pancakes with him, giggling and laughing as you dance in the rain together, crying a lil as he leaves for the airport on tour. Okay, maybe crying a lot...(╥﹏╥) But it would pay off!! Sending your pretty boy away for the whole world to see would always suck, but you nearly felt like it didn't matter at all when he'd get home. The sweet bby would practically dive between your legs, an absolute mess of whines, sobs, and begs, tears slipping down his face as he damn near buries himself into you :(. I can 100% imagine him hiccuping and whimpering out a quiet apology as you let out a quiet gasp of "Lixie, 's too much," only to be met with more force on his end. He'd be buried between your legs, damn near suffocating between your pretty thighs, but fuck, wouldn't that be a way to go out?? N maybe you'd whine, and try and push your needy boy off you after four or so orgasms, buuuuttt...he'd just cry and beg until you'd let him start again!!! Honeyed, innocent boy who has no thoughts in his head on tour aside from getting back to you and getting drunk off your sweet slick. And when he's finally done? You best believe he's going back to making the pancakes ! ( • ̀ω•́ )✧ heheheee sorry this got a bit long n isn't exclusively smut but I js CANNOT get the idea of needy, sweethearted lix out of my head. he just. he just. he exist.. Anywayyyyy, I hope u liked it lmaoooo , i've been debating sending this in for a few days now and I hope it's okay ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

part of #sorshas birthday month submissions

I may love my filthy smut, BUT I’m a sucker for cutesie, romantic, fluffy, lovey dovey things too. Lixie would definitely be going back to make his darling love pancakes.

Swoonworthy 😍🥰😍

read more submissions here: #sorshas birthday month

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IT'S MY BIRTHDAY MONTH - DECEMBER

Hey my beautiful friends! I have an announcement / request.It's my birthday month, and I am opening up the ask box (even though it was never closed), for something a little bit different.

Instead of you sending in fic / scenario requests (which you still can regardless of this), I am requesting YOU to send ME your naughtiest thoughts or fantasies about your bias.

Like, what are your most filthy thoughts? What would you let them do to you? What do you want to do to them? Is there a particular theme that really gets you wet or hard? (like me and alien Han)? Or, what's a kink you didn't know you had until you started reading smut (like me and Han with 2 dicks - it doesn't have to be realistic)?

You don't even have to be involved! It could be you really love imagining two of the guys (or more) together. I know you have filthy minds and are horny little things.

Hit me with what you've got. Also... of course you can submit anonymously... that way you hopefully won't hold back.

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[asher-agere]

Haii!! I hope you’ve been doing well! Sorry I keep requesting stuff, please feel free to ignore this since I’m sure you’re busy! (*´д`*) but I was wondering what you think Kunikida would be like with a really whiny little that wants to be held 24/7? I’m curious as to how he would handle it since they would probably interrupt his schedule often. (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) thank you! :3 -⭐️

( ˶°ㅁ°) !! Never apologize for requesting things! Never ever ever! Every request brings me such immense joy! And if I truly was super busy (I’m really really not), I could save this request for another day! No pressure felt at all hehe. But I can absolutely do this request! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Caregiver Kunikida

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⭑.ᐟ Kunikida is a man of his schedule of course. However that doesn’t mean a baby would interrupt his schedule! It just means he needs to plan around it! He would set up scheduled times for his little one to regress, does that mean they can only regress at those times? Absolutely not! But it makes it less likely to happen randomly, keeping their mind constantly at ease. How often would depend on the regressor, but he’ll work it into his schedule no matter what!

⭑.ᐟ Kunikida will constantly have ways to check in, and he’ll plan accordingly! He’ll ask them where their headspace is, it can be explained through colors, numbers, or even temperature! Any sort of pre-decided way to let him know how they’re feeling! If they’re feeling stable in a big headspace he’ll do the work that requires his full attention, both hands that sort of thing. If they’re feeling close to slipping he’ll set up to do something simple so that he can hold them close as he works!

⭑.ᐟ Everything is ready as a grab and go! He’ll have a caregiver bag! Not quite as bulky as a big diaper bag, just something small to carry around a bottle of juice, a pacifier, a coloring book and crayons, and a small toy! The necessities. If his little one is ok with it he’d like to stay at the office until he’s done working, but if they’re shy the work can be done at home!

⭑.ᐟ Just because he’ll keep working does not mean he’s neglecting his little. He’d never dream of it! He’ll bounce them in his lap to keep them happy, he’ll hold a bottle and cradle them, whatever they need! Anytime they babble to him he’ll set down what he’s doing to give them his full attention, and if anything is seriously wrong he’ll drop his work in a heartbeat! However he likes the cozy domestic feeling of baby and work, both things he finds soothing

⭑.ᐟ With Kunikida there will definitely be a rule list! Nothing serious or scary of course, mainly just making sure they take care of themselves! And it’s perfectly ok to ask for help. He’d never punish a baby, the most severe he’d ever do is a timeout, but he’d be there to hold their hand! And if they get too worked up he’ll instantly stop it saying they’ve “had enough”. But really he prefers rewards! Much nicer than punishments

⭑.ᐟ If he has a regressor that regresses daily expect nap times! No one likes a cranky baby, so he’ll gently rock them to sleep and cradle them in his lap, feed them a bottle of warm milk, then he gets to hold them as he works! He never wants to set them down for long, always wants to cling to them like they cling to him. He also does the reward of if they nap during the day they can stay up later at night! A very incredibly tempting trade off

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I had so much fun writing this! As someone who’s comforted by having a solid schedule I think Kunikida would be the best caregiver ever honestly. Always calm and prepared for anything. Baby doesn’t need to think! Just baby! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) Thank you for the fun request ⭐️! I hope you and anyone else enjoys reading these! Maybe as much as I enjoyed writing them (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

[benevolenterrancy]

What are your thoughts on Shen Jiu?

Honestly, I don't have a ton of thoughts on him as a whole (っ- ‸ - ς)... Maybe it's because he essentially dies off-screen before the story starts? or maybe just 'cause he's genetically engineered to be off-putting ahahaha

I like him as a function of the plot, and he certainly adds to the concept of real people being more complex and messy than a two-dimensional character on paper. Airplane ultimately made him a flat villain and he filled a specific role in PIDW, but as long as Shen Yuan treats him like a flat character while existing in that world he really fails to understand the nuance that goes in to making someone the way they are. It highlights just how much Shen Yuan treats himself like a passive observer and the other people around him as characters without agency. His tendency to do so really does cause him problems through the series, a not understanding or sympathizing with Shen Jiu's past is definitely a part of that.

Ultimately, as he is, Shen Jiu's a rather reprehensible character, but the more you read the more you understand why he is the way he is. You understand why he felt so insecure, you can see why he didn't get along with Liu Qingge, and why he had a complicated relationship with Yue Qingyue, and what might have made him feel more comfortable in a brothel than on the mountain, and why he was stuck in his cultivation while Shen Yuan was able to move past it fairly easily... it's fun to dig at little clues like that in a book to try to flesh out a side character. And the Shen Jiu extra was good for that too, it gave a lot more depth!

Which is all a very long winded way to say: I think he's a vital character to the plot of SVSSS and really neatly summarizes some of the book's main themes, but also I don't find him all that interesting on a fandomy level (ᵕ—ᴗ—) ...Though I will fuck around with the occasional Shen Bro or disciple!Yuan fic because it can be fun to see how a good writer goes around giving Shen Jiu a chance at redemption / a better life!