#but it needs more editing because it doesn't quite mesh with the rest of the scene

[babblingeccentric]

Another Survivor!Reader smut snippet

contains: tit play, hickies

Ace tugs the collar of your undershirt down to expose your tits pressing it so the swell of them holds it down. He stares for a moment making you squirm and blush before burying his face directly between them

“You’re so pretty, baby, you know that?” He says to you as he stares up from between your breasts.

“Shut up.” You say, not having an answer for him.

“No” he responds smugly, pressing a hot kiss to the side of your breast. His hands move up from your waist to support your bust, long fingers spreading over you ribcage as his thumbs push your tits up and together. Everything feels so sensitive when it’s him touching it.

He buries his face back into your cleavage turning from one side to the other to place wet sucking kisses in the valley of your chest. Your breath hiccups in your throat and you can't help but wiggle your hips, making him grin.

He moves his mouth to the underswell of a breast and starts to suck a wet hickey into it. Your breath comes out in a barely audible whine and you press yourself further into his mouth. You didn’t know hickeys felt like this when you left them all over him.

“So pretty. So cute.” He praises you and sucks another hickey into the opposite breast. His hand moves from your ribcage to the now unattended breast palm cupping it and fingers pinching the nipple. The zing of sensation makes you chirp, a little high pitched squeak.

Ace laughs and asks, “You like that, gorgeous?”

Your face is bright red when you tell him “Yes. Do it again? Harder?”

He obliges and pinches harder, twisting a little as he does so.

[i-am-the-n1-trash]

The Ballad of Romulus

Notes: Been writing for the first time in a while and I came up with this angsty creatitwins fic :) has a bit of a cliffhanger, don't know if I'll write a sequel

Edit: This has been edited so it matches the ao3 version, and now has more chapters!

Ao3 link

Chapter 1

Prologue

Romulus hadn't been alive for a long time. He was creativity, the Creativity, the King loved by everyone. A legend, hardly a myth, barely remembered. And he was a kid. He was just a kid.

When the others talk about the split, they talk about hidden pain. They talk about mismatched eyes and ripped clothes, beautiful kingdoms and terrifying monsters. They never talk about being eleven years old and wanting to cry and to scream and to rip off your brain because it hurts, why does it hurt, why can't you agree with me, why won't you agree with yourself?

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He is five years old and he's alive. The world is big and beautiful and filled to the brim with color. He climbs trees, he runs through mud, he does everything he pleases with no regrets. He's not sure he knows what happiness is, but this is the closest he'll ever be to understanding it. (He ignores how the wind whispers in his ear that he could fall from the tree, he could slip on the mud, he could do millions of things wrong and ruin his happily ever after.)

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He is nine years old and he is tired. He just wants to stop feeling like an onlooker onto himself, onto a body he can barely call his anymore, filled to the brim with voices that are almost like his, but just not quite. Yes, there are voices. He can't remember when they started (where they always there), but they are loud, so loud, louder than his ideas, louder than his thoughts, so much, too much. He can't think anymore. His ideas are muddy, unhinged, unfinished. He is so, so tired.

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He is eleven years old and he is done. There are no more colors in his eyes, all of them a mesh of grey and black. He's not sure how much of his world has been eroded away by a laugh he doesn't recognize (it's his own laugh, why can't he tell, why can't he hear it, why can't he hear anything) but he knows it's too much. He looks in the mirror, looks himself in the eye (it's the only sense he still has left, where have the rest gone to, what happened to him) and decides he is done. That is the last thought he has. (That's not true, he remembers pain, he remembers regret, he remembers feeling his bones breaking as one body turns into two. He tries to forget it)

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It's been a long time since Creativity split. He still exists, barely there, with every idea the twins have, with every breath Thomas takes. He may be dead, but he's never been more alive than in Roman and Remus. They are real and they are his legacy.

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"Red!" Yelled a voice, somewhere in the Imagination. "Prissy-Pants! Knight in broken armour! Brother!"

"Yes, Remus, I heard you the first time." Answered Roman, exasperated, not getting up from the desk he was sitting at. "What do you need?"

"Thomas summoned me! Like, no fucking around, he wanted my help!" Roman was expecting a smile on his brother's face, but Remus only had a confused look.

"Well, yes, I told him to. I may be dashingly superior-" Remus snorted at that "- but I don't have reign of the entire Imagination."

"But… why? You know he doesn't like my ideas. Hell, nobody does... Except Joan. They're the only fucker I respect." Remus said, still confused.

"Remus. It's Halloween. I adore horror as much as anyone else, but making it is not really my specialty. That's your area." Roman responded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Did… did I do wrong? I just thought… maybe you might like to work together on this…"

Remus stayed uncharacteristically quiet, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"We haven't worked on anything together in years, Roman. Do we still even know how to?"

"We used to do it all the time. It should be easy enough to relearn." Said Roman softly. His brother still looked a little disoriented. "Come on. Don't you trust me?" He offered his hand. More quiet, for a minute, and then an answer, strong and mocking, pretending the soft moment of vulnerability between them never happened.

"Fine, I can see you are in desperate need of my help. But! No ignoring my ideas, ok?" Remus takes his brother's hand and everything goes black.

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When he wakes up, his head is pounding. He's confused.

"Roman? No, Remus? Where are- Who am I?" He knows the answer. He dreads it.

He looks down and sees his fears confirmed. He's wearing silver and red and green. His hair is longer than it had ever been. He's taller too. He's the King. He doesn't know what to do so he yells.

"No! Please, no! I'm supposed to be dead! I don't want this! I don't want… I don't want to be me again…"

He yells, and yells, until his voices goes hoarse, and, when it does, he cries. He doesn't know how loud he's being, but he knows it's loud enough for someone to notice.

Patton does. It makes sense that the man would be the first to hear it. Patton is emotions, and anger and sadness are some of the strongest of them all.

"Roman, kiddo, is everything okay? I heard yelling!" The kind-hearted man sees a figure hunched over, and assumes it's who he's looking for. He puts a hand on the figures shoulder. "Sweetheart, what happened?"

The king looks up and he can see the moment Patton recognizes him and gasps softly, his mismatched red and green eyes giving him away.

"Romulus… Hey, there, buddy. It's been a long time, uh?" He whispers softly.

Romulus hugged him, tears still streaming down his face. Patton hugs him back and plays with his hair, calming him down the best he could. The king eventually stops crying.

"Hey, Rom. You up for talking now?"

"… I don't know. I don't.. remember. We… I… I'm not the same. The voices are gone." Romulus said confused.

"It's okay, dove. It's gonna be okay." Patton whispered lovingly.

"I don't think I want to be me. I haven't wanted that in a long time"

Patton sighed. "I know, bud. We read your letter when you… left. But I don't know how to fix this. Do you trust me?"

Romulus thought for a second. He'd trusted Patton with his life once. Roman and Remus did too. "I do"

"Then come upstairs with me. Logan would know how to help. Plus…" Patton bit his lip "We love Roman and Remus... But we missed you."

"…Ok"