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Here You Come Again [Part Seven]

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF, American Actor

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Original Female Characters, Priscilla Presley, Colonel Tom Parker, Vernon Presley, Gladys Presley, Minnie Mae Presley, Marci Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Red West, Sonny West, Marty Lacker, Joe Esposito, Charlie Hodge, Lamar Fike, Alan Fortas, George Klein, Memphis Mafia

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 10,179

Summary: When Addison Goodwin was seventeen years old her life was turned inside out after a chance encounter with her past. Now, fifteen years later her life is the best it’s ever been. She has a home, a good job and a daughter she loves more than anything in the world but will all that remain when an old familiar face rolls into town.

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Las Vegas, The International Hotel, Elvis In Vegas, 1970s, 1970s Elvis, Friends To Lovers, Rekindled Romance, Parenting, Time Line is Sketchy, Guilt, Betrayal, Teenage Pregnancy, Hawaii, Hidden Pregnancy, Jealousy, Sex, Absence of Parent, Single Motherhood, Trauma, Oral Sex, Tension

Notes: This is a lil heavy! I promise the next chapter has more fluff

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Elvis was trying to sleep. After Addison’s phone call he had flopped back onto his bed and closed his eyes hoping that the disturbance hadn’t been long enough that it would mean he couldn’t fall back into a slumber. He didn’t know how long he’d been laying there, attempting to doze off, but he was roused as a loud thudding echoed from his door. He stirred hoping he was mishearing whatever was going on as he was just on the edge of slipping back into sleep but then the thudding came back – louder this time than before. With a sigh he sat up and pushed the covers off. Again it echoed through his entire suite. ‘Knock it off,’ he called, ‘I’m coming.’ He padded through the room towards the door, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he went, until finally, he was at the door and unlocking it. As he pulled it open his daddy pushed his way through without permission walking past Elvis into the middle of the room before he turned to look at his son who was still lingering by the door, holding the handle as his sleep-addled brain tried to put together the scene for him. ‘Good mornin’ to you too Daddy,’ Elvis said rolling his eyes as he pushed the door closed and moved towards him. ‘Don’t you good morning Daddy me,’ Vernon said, ‘do you want to tell me what the hell is going on?’ ‘What are you talking about?’ Elvis asked though he had a suspicion he knew exactly what had got his father so irate. He wasn’t going to do all the work for him though. ‘Where do I start? How about the fact you’ve got a new girl on the scene that no one is allowed to know about or the fact that you’ve got God damn teenagers comin’ in and out of your suite,’ Vernon said exasperatedly, ‘I mean there’s young and there’s well stupid.’ ‘Wait what exactly are you accusing me of?’ Elvis said confused as his father’s words sank in, ‘you think I’m shacked up with some teenage girl? Daddy come on.’ ‘I don’t know what to think any more,’ Vernon said, ‘I mean I’ve been goin’ outta my mind since last night! You know this morning I even thought I saw-’ Before he uttered the words he stopped trying to think of what to say. That got Elvis’ attention, even more than what his father thought he could be up to. Elvis walked towards him looking at him closely as he said, ‘saw what Daddy?’ ‘Nothin’,’ Vernon said backtracking, ‘it’s not important.’ ‘Thought you saw Addison?’ he asked making his father’s face pale as he stumbled for words but found he was unable to force them out. Feeling sympathetic Elvis said, ‘you did. And I ain’t shacked up with no teenage girl. She’s my daughter. Mine and Addie’s.’ And with that Elvis walked away leaving his father scrambling for words as he climbed over the back of the couch and slipped into a seat before he turned the TV on. Vernon moved quickly to come and sit near his son, still dumbfounded, but Elvis didn’t pay attention to him for a moment, his eyes on the screen though he wasn’t watching close enough to be able to say what was actually playing. Vernon still seemed unable to bring his thoughts together enough to speak. Well, until he said, ‘what?’ ‘She’s my daughter,’ Elvis said matter of factly, ‘her name’s Jess and she’s amazing.’ ‘What? I don’t understand. You and Addison,’ Vernon questioned though there were hardly any actual questions amongst his words. ‘Had a kid,’ Elvis said, ‘that’s about the short and tall of it.’ ‘When did you find out?’ Vernon asked. ‘Couple of weeks ago,’ Elvis said. ‘What did Addison seek you out or?’ he asked. He could tell his father’s mind was reeling but there was something in his tone that irritated Elvis. A suspicion of Addison he didn’t like. ‘Jess actually,’ Elvis said. ‘So some girl comes up to you and tells you she’s your kid and you believe her?’ Vernon asked incredulously. ‘Yes I do,’ Elvis said with a glare, ‘and Jess didn’t know, not until we met. Addie didn’t even want to tell me.’ ‘Which is why she kept her hidden for fourteen years,’ Vernon said, ‘come on I mean would it be so crazy to think that she might be looking for a handout.’ ‘Yes,’ Elvis snapped getting up and walking away from him. Vernon paused realising his words had hit harder than he had intended. ‘Addison’s not lying. Believe it, don’t believe it, I don’t care. Jess is in my life now and she’s going to remain that way,’ Elvis said looking away from his father out at the Vegas city skyline. This is what he had been worried about. This was why he hadn’t told his daddy about any of it. ‘I’m just worried that’s all,’ Vernon said, ‘I mean she comes back out of the blue-’ ‘She didn’t come back Daddy,’ Elvis said turning around to look at him, ‘she didn’t come looking for me with her hand out. In fact, at first, she wanted nothing to do with me. That’s how scared she was.’ ‘Scared of what?’ ‘That I’d wreck her life. Blow it to smithereens like I did last time,’ Elvis said guiltily. ‘Hey now all you did was try to help-' Vernon protested coming towards him. ‘And where did that get her? Seventeen, pregnant and alone,’ Elvis said bitterly. Vernon watched his son, his jaw tightening as he tried not to let the pain of it take a hold though it was obvious he was feeling it in his voice as he continued, ‘you know the Colonel kicked her out? The minute I left he told her to pack her bags and not bother coming back. Told her you and Mama had signed off on her being put out the door. Is that true?’ ‘Is what true?’ Vernon asked. ‘Did you sign off on her leaving? Did you want rid of her?’ he asked. ‘Of course not,’ Vernon said but Elvis scoffed as he saw his father’s face. He could read him well enough to know there was something amiss with his words. Something he wasn't telling him. So he doubled down, playing good cop and bad cop all at once. ‘Because I get it. I mean I went overseas to help my image which was partly to do with her and I know Mama wasn’t feeling great about the two of us being together.’ ‘Your mother would’ve never done that to you,’ Vernon said sternly. He could see the tears glinting in his son’s eyes as hurt flickered across his face. ‘What about you? Did you want her out? I mean you told me about the school-’ ‘I thought it was for the best!’ Vernon said loudly. As Elvis’ heartbroken face didn’t ease he sighed and flopped back onto the couch his heart weighing heavy inside him. ‘I thought it was for the best,’ Vernon whispered as Elvis took a seat beside him. He took a minute, washing his hand down his face as he worked up the nerve to talk to his son, ‘look, when the Colonel and I spoke about you being drafted we talked about you and Addison. He suggested that the two of you would be better off breaking things off and after everything that was going on I could see that he might be right.’ ‘You wanted us to split up?’ Elvis asked. ‘No, of course not,’ Vernon sighed, ‘but I knew two years was a long time and I didn’t want either of you making yourselves unhappy clinging to this idea when your lives were bound to change a lot. Then I saw how you weren’t going to change your mind and well I figured it was your life.’ ‘So what changed?’ Elvis asked. ‘The Colonel,’ Vernon said, ‘he shared the same concerns and he said once you were gone we should just tell Addison to go but I said no. I mean just because I wasn’t sure the two of you would last didn’t mean I didn’t love her. I mean she was like a daughter to me and your mama.’ ‘So you didn’t boot her out you just gently pushed her,’ Elvis said icily, shaking his head. ‘I thought if she got some time to herself like you would have the pair of you could evaluate everything and decide if that’s what you wanted. But I insisted that we made sure she was taken care of.' ‘Some boarding school where you didn’t have to worry about her-' ‘A good school with a great future,’ Vernon corrected. Elvis snorted, ‘if I’d have known she was pregnant I’d have brought her home straight away. Son, you have to believe me.’ ‘She just disappeared and that didn’t seem weird to you?’ Elvis asked. It had been hard for him to wrap his head around but when he’d found out about Addison he’d been in the depths of grief. His father had been aware of everything, had it not struck him as odd? ‘Honestly? I thought she’d had enough and took off like Mona. I was wrong for that I admit it. But I did try…after I mean,’ Vernon said earning a confused look from his son, ‘after your mama…I could see how much you needed her and I asked the Colonel to try and bring her back but he couldn’t.’ ‘Couldn’t or didn’t want to?’ Elvis said. ‘I don’t know,’ Vernon said, ‘and I should’ve tried harder. I’m sorry.’ ‘If you had maybe Mama could’ve met her granddaughter,’ Elvis said sadly. He thought of his Mama laying in her hospital bed, weak and tired. He thought about Jess. Tiny in his arms as he showed her to his Mama. A memory he’d never have. ‘I’m sorry,’ Vernon said again after a moment. ‘You did what you thought was right,’ Elvis said, ‘but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.’ ‘No, no of course not,’ Vernon said though his face turned questioning as he said, ‘but why didn’t she just come back? I mean surely whatever she thought would happen she must've known we’d rather have her with us.’ ‘She was scared. And she was doing what she thought was right too,’ Elvis said, ‘the Colonel convinced her everyone hated her. Can you imagine what she must’ve thought would happen if she came back? And with a newborn in tow?’ ‘I guess,’ Vernon said, ‘the Colonel really played us all off against one another huh?’ ‘He’s good at that,’ Elvis said venomously. ‘Is that why you didn’t tell me? About Jess?’ Vernon asked trying to take the hurt out of his voice though it didn’t work that well. ‘Partly,’ Elvis said, ‘I guess I was just enjoying what time I had with her before everything got serious.’ ‘Before everyone finds out?’ Vernon asked, ‘because you have to know you can’t keep this a secret forever. I mean you have to tell the boys, the Colonel, Cilla.’ ‘The boys and Cilla yes. The Colonel no,’ Elvis said sternly. ‘Elvis,’ Vernon said hesitantly, ‘he’s going to find out.’ ‘Yeah I know,’ he said, ‘but it will be on my terms. No one else’s. And believe me, I’ll be prepared when he does.’ ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ Vernon asked. ‘Daddy this organisation is tainted. All these secrets and lies. That’s not what I want. All I ever wanted to do was sing, sing and have the people I love around me when I’m doing it and he’s taken that away from me,’ Elvis said. ‘You’re not making sense,’ Vernon said. ‘Don’t you see? He’s never cared about me. Not the real me anyway. His decisions drove Addison away. The sparkling career he promised after Germany left me with thirty-three films and there ain't one of ‘em I’m proud of.’ ‘You still have Lisa and Cilla,’ Vernon countered, ‘you never would’ve had them if you hadn’t gone to Germany.’ ‘And how well have I treated them?’ Elvis countered, ‘I took my frustrations about every god-awful movie out on Cilla. I left my daughter for months at a time so I could tour day in and day out. I let my wife think I didn’t love her anymore so much so she walked into the arms of another man. And if I keep staying in the same cycle no matter what I do I’ll keep doing the same. But this time there are more people to hurt.’ ‘So what are you going to do?’ Vernon asked. ‘I’m taking back control,’ Elvis said, ‘cutting the poison from the inside out.’ ‘You mean the Colonel?’ Vernon asked nervously. ‘He’s taken too much from me already. I can't risk losing any more,’ Elvis said, ‘but I need to play it smart. I ain't some kid anymore and I ain't going to walk into this all guns blazing. I’m gonna plan but if I’m gonna do this I need your help.’ ‘I don’t know,’ Vernon said uneasily. He could see where his son was coming from but the Colonel was what brought in business. All Elvis wanted to do was sing the running of things he left to everybody else. ‘If you’re not in that’s fine but if you’re not in you’re out. You’ll always be my daddy but I need people around me who I can trust,’ Elvis said looking his father dead in the eye, ‘can I trust you?’ Vernon looked at his son nervously for a moment. He had doubts, millions of them. He knew how important the Colonel was in keeping everything afloat. He knew that up to now Elvis had had no interest in the business side of things but there was something in his eye that Vernon didn’t miss. An ache, a determination. He could tell that his son was serious about this and at the end of the day all he wanted was for Elvis to be happy. Yes there were plenty of things to think of but that was his main concern. ‘Yes,’ Vernon nodded, ‘of course you can.’ ✵✵✵ ‘So nine thirty right?’ Addison said looking out the passenger side of her car the door of which Jerry was resting his arm against as he peered into it so he could look at her. ‘Yeah, that should be okay. I’m sure EP will want to see her after he gets off stage but any time around then should be fine,’ Jerry said. ‘Okay, well call me if you need anything,’ she said, addressing Jess who was still sitting on the passenger side. ‘Will do,’ Jess said. ‘And have fun,’ Addison said with a reassuring smile as Jess hugged her quickly. ‘Will do, see you later,’ Jess said, ‘love you.’ ‘Love you too,’ Addison said as she climbed out. As the door slammed shut she took one last look at the pair now standing by the curb and then drove away. Jess watched as her mother pulled out of the lot and then turned to Jerry who was watching her with a sympathetic smile. As they started to walk towards the hotel Jerry said, ‘so you ready to party?’ ‘I guess. I mean how much partying is there to be done at a five-year old’s birthday?’ Jess chuckled. ‘Oh loads,’ Jerry chuckled, ‘you like pin the tail on the donkey, right?’ ‘I prefer a pinata,’ Jess said. They were at the elevators now, waiting for their ride up to the top, but as they stood there Jess shifted the wrapped box she was holding in her arms. ‘Want me to carry that for you?’ Jerry asked as the doors pinged. ‘No it’s okay,’ Jess said. The box wasn’t heavy though it was kind of cumbersome. Inside it was Lisa’s birthday present. When she had asked her dad about a gift he had told her not to worry about it but she had been sure that she shouldn’t show up empty-handed. So, the night before the party she had made her mom drive her to the local toy shop where she had agonised over what toy was best to buy her sister. She knew it was probably foolish, no doubt whatever Lisa had asked for she would get but Jess still wanted to buy her something. Even if she didn’t really have to. As they landed on the top floor and stepped out Jerry led her to a door she hadn’t been to before and told her to wait outside for a minute. He re-emerged moments later. ‘Your dad’s in there. He wants to speak to you before the party,’ Jerry said. ‘Okay,’ Jess said, suddenly feeling nervous. ‘Your Grandaddy’s in there too,’ Jerry said, watching the young girl’s face at all times for any sign of upset. He liked Jess. She was a good kid and he had enjoyed seeing how happy Elvis had become in the past few weeks. Especially considering the last year hadn’t been the best for his friend. ‘Oh, okay,’ Jess said. ‘You okay?’ he asked. Jess nodded though she wasn’t entirely sure herself. Her hands suddenly felt clammy against the wrapping paper and the box started to slide out of her grip. Luckily Jerry grabbed it before it slipped out of her hands completely and tucked it under his arm as he offered her a reassuring smile, ‘I’ll put this with the others, okay?’ ‘Okay,’ she nodded. ‘And I’ll see you later,’ he said watching as her gaze drifted past him though she couldn’t see into the room properly. She looked back to him as he placed a hand on her shoulder, ‘I’ll save you a seat.’ Jess nodded and then he walked away down towards the door she normally went into. Though her palms still felt sweaty Jess walked inside where she found herself in an office. It was jam packed full of stuff, various merchandise items and promotional pictures but that wasn’t what took Jess’ notice. Perched on the edge of a large desk towards the back of the room was her dad and in a chair in front of him the older man she had seen a few nights ago. Her Grandfather. They were deep in conversation and seeing that she had closed the door quietly behind her they didn’t seem to notice she was there for a moment until Elvis glanced up and noticed her lingering by the door. ‘There you are,’ he said, standing up and coming towards her, enveloping her in a hug. Jess wrapped her arms around him for a little longer than normal though she wasn’t sure if that was because his embrace had soothed her or she was trying to prolong facing the man that was lingering beside them. It meant that Elvis pulled back first looking down at her with a smile before he let her go and stood next to her. ‘Daddy this is Jess,’ Elvis said, ‘Jess this is your granddaddy…Vernon.’ ‘Hi,’ Jess said shyly. ‘Hi,’ Vernon said, offering a hand out which she shook tentatively. ‘Why don’t you take a seat, honey?’ Elvis said looking down at her with a smile as he gestured for her to take a seat in the chair next to Vernon’s. Whilst Vernon sat back down Jess followed his request and slipped into hers whilst Elvis took a seat behind the desk. ‘Your daddy’s been telling me all about you,’ Vernon said, causing Jess to look towards him and then back at Elvis. ‘All good things don’t worry,’ Elvis said with a smile that he hoped would soothe her even just a touch. She looked the same way she had the first day she had met him. ‘And I won’t deny it came as a little bit of a shock,’ Vernon said capturing her attention back, ‘but I’m happy to meet ya.’ ‘Me too,’ Jess said, ‘I didn’t know we were meeting today.’ ‘That’s my fault,’ Elvis said, ‘I did want y’all to be able to meet properly but since we have the party and everything, I didn’t want to just throw you in at the deep end.’ ‘Right,’ Jess nodded. Due to her nervousness the idea of the party had sort of slipped her mind. ‘Actually, I was thinking the party might be a good time for you two to get to know each other,’ Elvis said, ‘I mean I’m sure you understand that we won't be able to hang out a whole lot during it.’ ‘I figured,’ Jess said. ‘But I’ve spoken to Daddy and he said that you could hang with him. Jer too.’ ‘And I’ll be sitting with Dee and the boys, Elvis tells me you and Ricky have already met,’ Vernon said. Jess nodded, her cheeks flushing at the memory of Rick in that club. A flush that deepened as she saw Elvis’ jaw tighten. ‘What we’re saying is you won’t be on your own,’ Elvis said, ‘you’ll be able to watch everyone. Get a little more comfortable, you know.’ ‘Without everyone knowing who I am you mean,’ Jess said pointedly. Elvis hesitated. He should've known he wouldn’t be able to hide anything from her. She was too smart, just like Addison. ‘Yeah,’ he admitted, ‘I am working on the whole telling people thing but it’s a big deal.’ ‘And some people aren’t going to like me,’ Jess said. ‘Honey whoever doesn’t like you can kiss my ass,’ Elvis said making the corners of Jess’ mouth turn up though he was sure she didn’t want to smile, ‘I just thought this way you can let people get to know you. The real you. Without you worryin’ about bein’ seen as Elvis’ daughter.’ ‘And what I dazzle them with my sparkling personality?’ Jess said raising an eyebrow. Vernon watched her. She looked so much like Elvis. Just the same as the shy reserved boy he had known many moons ago but there were flashes of Addison peppered through her. ‘Hey it’s worked on me hasn’t it?’ Elvis smiled just before the three of them were distracted as a knock echoed from the door just before Red’s head popped around it. ‘Everything’s nearly ready boss,’ he said. Elvis nodded and stood up gesturing for Jess and Vernon to follow suit which they did. Once he was around the other side of the desk he placed a hand on his father’s shoulder. ‘Uh would you take her to the suite? I told Cilla I’d meet her before the party,’ Elvis said. ‘Sure,’ Vernon said, ‘ready honey?’ Jess nodded as he gestured for her to lead towards the door which she did. Once she was turned away from them however Vernon looked at his son questioningly. Elvis smiled pretending not to know what his father was trying to convey without saying. He’d promised his father that he’d tell Priscilla what was going on before the party but he hadn’t managed to bring himself to. He hadn’t been lying when he had said that he thought she might be more relaxed if people weren’t aware of just who she was. He did think that if she was more at ease, more of the girl he had come to love would shine through. But it hadn’t been the whole truth. Addison’s words had gotten to him. He worried if he presented her to his friends and family as his daughter first they wouldn’t even give her a shot and he couldn’t do that to her. So he was going to keep it to himself just a little while longer. ✵✵✵ Jess was bored. The afternoon had been a whirlwind but at least then there had been plenty to keep her entertained. For the first half of the party she’d stuck to Vernon like glue. Whilst friends and family arrived for the soiree Elvis and Priscilla had been stuck meeting and greeting and so he had taken a seat at the back of the room with his wife and her sons. Whilst Dee and the boys talked amongst themselves he had asked her questions and though she was nervous she had found it was easier to just answer them all rather than trying to find things to make conversation about herself. They’d been so enamoured in conversation that Jess had even found herself a little lost when Red had asked him to come and help with the party proceedings. After that she moved around the room, never staying static long enough for anyone to notice what she was doing. In fact, she’d only been pinned down when Jerry had intercepted her after Lisa had opened her presents and informed her they’d all be heading downstairs shortly. For the duration of the show she was slotted into a table with Jerry and a couple she didn’t know which had made her calmness from before ebb. And now they were back upstairs the vibe was different. It was no longer a kid's party. All of the children were now gone and the mood had switched to something more adult. Jerry had been caught by someone and not wanting to draw attention to herself by clinging by his side she had walked away through the clusters of folks talking and drinking until she found herself a little nook she could inhabit unnoticed. She was sitting in that nook watching people laughing and joking when her dad came in the room. She was separated from the main room by a pillar but she craned her neck to peek through the gap as he entered, Priscilla by his side and Lisa’s hand in his. She watched them closely. As he attempted to make his way through the room he was stopped countless times but she couldn’t help but notice that no matter who he was talking to he responded to every little movement his daughter made. Whenever she tugged on his sleeve he looked down at her with a smile on his lips. When Priscilla moved he followed, shepherding her like he was protecting her at all times. It felt odd to see him like this. The way he had been with her and her mother had been different. Not bad, but definitely different, and it made her wonder. If he had known her at the age Lisa was now would he have treated her just the same? What if things had worked out, would it be her mother’s hand he held ensuring she was okay every moment they were together? She wondered if he wanted to do that now. If the way he acted with them was how he longed to act with her and Addison. ‘There you are. I’ve been looking all over for ya,’ Jerry said pulling her from her thoughts as he came to sit on the chair next to her. ‘Sorry,’ Jess said tearing her gaze away from the cute family unit across the room. ‘It’s okay I just thought I’d lost ya for a moment,’ Jerry said. ‘Worried you were going to have to tell my mom?’ Jess smirked. ‘Oh not at all,’ Jerry chuckled, ‘I’d have changed my name and fled the country before she even got here if I had.’ ‘That’s probably for the best,’ Jess giggled. Jerry smiled at her but noticing how she had isolated herself from the rest of the party he felt something niggle inside him. ‘Are you okay?’ he asked. ‘Yeah, just tired,’ she lied trying to ignore that odd feeling that had settled in her chest in the last couple of minutes. ‘Yeah, your mom shouldn’t be too long,’ he said checking his watch. He didn’t think fatigue was her entire problem but he didn’t feel like pushing her. In fact he didn’t have time to push her as something ran into him full pelt nearly winding him as it hit his body and stopped in between his legs. Lisa’s cheeky face looked up at him. ‘Uncle Jer can you open this for me,’ she said holding up a doll. It was out of the box but still tethered to a piece of cardboard, the holes of which were now worn and weakened from where she’d tried to pry it off. ‘Sure Memphis,’ Jerry said taking it from her. She watched him intently as he started to untwizzle the small plastic bindings that pinned the doll in place. Though as he worked methodically she got bored and her gaze drifted past him to where Jess was sitting. She eyed her for a moment, no doubt trying to remember if she knew her before she whispered something in Jerry’s ear that Jess couldn’t hear. Jess figured it had been about her though as Jerry looked towards her. ‘Oh, uh, this is Jess,’ Jerry said as Lisa watched her sister closely. ‘Hi,’ Jess said nervously, glancing at Jerry who tried to reassure her with a smile. Then Lisa moved past Jerry and came to stand by the chair Jess was sitting in holding onto the arm as she watched her curiously. ‘I’m Lisa,’ she said. ‘I know,’ Jess chuckled. ‘It’s my birthday,’ she said matter of factly. ‘I know that too,’ Jess said with a chuckle. ‘Y’know Jess got you that other doll you liked. The one with the car,’ Jerry said making the little girl look at him before she looked back towards Jess with a grin. ‘The Barbie?’ she asked. ‘Yeah, I didn’t know what you liked but that seemed pretty cool,’ Jess said. ‘I love it!’ she said excitedly, ‘do you want to play?’ ‘Oh, um, sure,’ Jess said. ‘Wait here,’ Lisa said excitedly before she bolted back towards the other side of the room where her presents were stacked up on a table. As she disappeared into the crowd of people Jerry laughed. ‘And here I am workin’ my fingers to the bone for the girl only to be ditched for a better offer,’ Jerry said. Jess shuffled in her seat nervously. ‘She’s probably just trying to be nice,’ she said. ‘Well she ain’t tryna save my feelings. Who do you think bought her this one?’ Jerry chuckled placing the now forgotten toy on the small table in between their chairs. Jess smiled suddenly feeling a bit better about the situation. She supposed that was the beauty of kids. They either liked you or they didn’t and fortunately Lisa seemed to be an easy kid to please. Yet her relief only stayed for a couple of moments before that worry from before crept back in. Lisa had seemed at ease with her but was she just at that way with everyone? After all Jess was sure that even in her five short years she’d already met thousands of people. Maybe she was just used to being kind to strangers. ‘You’re getting in your head again,’ Jerry said making her look at him. ‘Sorry,’ she said meekly. ‘Don’t apologise,’ Jerry chuckled before adding, ‘what are you thinking about?’ ‘Why does she call you Uncle Jerry?’ she asked. She didn’t know why that had come to mind but she had a sneaking suspicion was something to do with that funny feeling inside her, the one that had come from watching her dad and Lisa. Her and Jerry had been becoming close, but she wondered if he treated her that way because that was the way he treated Lisa. How he felt he should behave. ‘I dunno,’ he said, ‘she just always has.’ ‘Does she call the others uncle?’ Jess asked curiously. ‘No, just me,’ he said. ‘Why?’ ‘I don’t know. I guess I’ve just always had a different relationship with her than the others. I mean I know I work for him technically but your dads always been more like a brother to me. I guess that’s probably why I like you guys so much,’ he said. Jess stayed quiet which made him sigh, ‘you know I do actually like ya if that’s what you’re thinking.’ ‘You’re creepily good at reading me you know that?’ Jess said with a blush. ‘Nah you’re just like your daddy,’ Jerry corrected which made the red on her cheeks deepen. She fell quiet for a moment before something else popped into her head. ‘There is one thing though,’ she said. ‘What’s that?’ he asked. ‘Lisa gets a nickname,’ she said smirking as his brows knitted together, ‘you call her Memphis.’ ‘Ah,’ he said, ‘well you can have a nickname too if you want. Wouldn’t want ya to feel left out.’ ‘It’s only fair,’ she retorted. ‘You know Vegas does have a nice ring to it now I think about it,’ he chuckled. Jess smiled, that uneasy feeling ebbing out of her with Jerry’s reassurance. At that moment Lisa reappeared with the Barbie and matching car Jess had bought her in hand along with several other dolls tucked under her arm. ‘I got my others too so we can both have one,’ she said gesturing for Jess to follow her to a spot she had found on the floor as she lay them all in front of her. Jess took a seat beside her watching as she eyed up each doll before handing her one, one she was sure was her least preferred not that Jess was going to complain. She was just happy she was allowed to play. ✵✵✵ When Addison got to the suite it was still busy. She had been hoping she wouldn’t have to linger too long, that she could grab Jess and go, but as she entered the room she knew that wasn’t going to happen. The party was still very much in full swing and as she looked around for Elvis she couldn’t spot him. In fact everywhere she looked was a blur of faces she didn’t recognise until finally one popped up that she did. ‘Son,’ she said catching him by the sleeve and pulling him from where he was headed. ‘Oh hey Addie,’ he said looking down at her. ‘Have you seen Elvis?’ she asked. ‘Not for a while,’ Sonny replied. ‘Jess?’ she asked. ‘Nope,’ he said making her sigh, ‘I can go look for them if you want?’ ‘Would you?’ she said looking around self-consciously. She could feel eyes on them which was making her nervous. Sonny seemed to notice her hesitance. ‘Yeah I’ll send them your way when I see ‘em…you can wait in the kitchen if ya want,’ he said pointing past her to a small room just off the hallway. ‘Thanks,’ she said appreciatively before she headed towards it. It was small but it adjoined the dining room so it didn’t feel that hemmed in. Cupboards lined each wall and she rested against one as she waited, hoping Jess would appear quickly so that they could get going. She felt out of place here and she was looking at her shoes, her fingers fiddling with a loose piece of cotton on the hem of her shirt when she heard a noise and looked up to see Elvis coming into the small room. ‘Hey,’ he said as he neared her, opening his arms so that she could step into them, which she did though only briefly. ‘Hey,’ she replied as she pulled back, her hands on his biceps as she got a proper look at him. He looked good. The long locks that had been almost in his eyes the last time she had seen him had been trimmed at some point which made her happy. It was still taking her some time to get used to his new hairstyle and though he looked good she couldn’t help but favour the style of his youth. He was wearing a navy suit, so dark that it almost looked black, with a white shirt underneath that had been unbuttoned so low it made her wonder just how far down his golden-brown tan went. At that thought she looked away, dropping her arms to her sides as she rested back against the counter. When she did look at him she made a conscious effort to keep her eyes upwards and as Elvis rested against the counter beside her she decided to distract herself and said, ‘good party?’ ‘Yeah, it’s been nice,’ he said. ‘Has Lisa enjoyed herself?’ she asked. ‘Think so,’ he said unable to stop the small smile that came to his face as Addison spoke. ‘Did Jess?’ she asked nervously. ‘Think so,’ he repeated. He hadn’t had time to speak to her yet, not properly, but he had been watching her. Addison nodded as some of her tension started to ease. At least it hadn’t been a disaster. ‘Where is she?’ she asked. ‘Oh, uh, her and Lisa got bored so I said they could watch TV in the other room,’ Elvis said just as Sonny walked past the door, ‘hey son?’ ‘Yeah?’ Sonny asked pausing on his way past. ‘Would you go and get Jess for me?’ Elvis said moving away from her towards his friend so that he didn’t have to shout, ‘she’s in my suite with Lisa.’ ‘Sure thing,’ he said smiling at Addison as he turned back towards the way he had come. As he went to leave though Elvis called, ‘oh and find the nanny. Lisa should be in bed by now.’ ‘Okay,’ Sonny said before he disappeared around the corner and out of sight. When Elvis turned to walk back towards Addison, he noticed a smirk on her face. As he took the position he had been in before he eyed her causing the smirk to grow wider. ‘What?’ he asked curiously. ‘Nothing,’ Addison shrugged. Elvis’ eyes narrowed. ‘No go on,’ he said, ‘share with the class.’ ‘Nothing,’ she said exaggeratedly as Elvis continued to watch her suspiciously but as it seemed she wasn’t going to admit to whatever had amused her he rested back his gaze coming off her as she said, ‘just…a nanny huh?’ ‘Oh shut up,’ he said, nudging her with his elbow as she laughed. ‘I didn’t say anything!’ she protested. ‘It’s in your eyes,’ he countered though he had a grin plastered across his face. ‘Whatever,’ she said rolling her eyes at him in a way that made his insides squeeze. They fell silent for a moment before Addison said, ‘so, Lisa and Jess are watching TV huh?’ ‘Yeah,’ Elvis said with a happy smile, ‘well they were playing Barbies but I think Jess might’ve gotten a lil bored. Thanks for buying her a present by the way, you didn’t have to.’ ‘Oh, that was all Jess. I told her you wouldn’t mind but she said she wanted to make sure she bought her the perfect thing. It’s sweet really,’ she said. ‘Well Jer said it went down a treat…Jess is really good with her y’know,’ he said. ‘I’m glad they’re getting along,’ Addison said truthfully. She had been concerned the age gap would be a problem but she knew she shouldn’t have worried. Jess was a sweet kid so shouldn’t have surprised her. ‘Well she’s in town for another week or so,’ Elvis said, dropping his gaze nervously as he broached the subject, ‘maybe you guys could come over.’ ‘Aw, are we going to play dolls too?’ Addison asked wryly. ‘Hey I’ve been known to play dolls. I mean would I rather they were interested in hot wheels sure,’ he chuckled looking down to find Addison watching him, ‘what?’ ‘Nothing,’ she said quietly, ‘you’re a good dad, you know that?’ ‘Even if I have a nanny?’ he asked raising an eyebrow. He didn’t know why but her compliment had taken him off guard, making him feel bashful. ‘Even then,’ she smiled. They held each other’s gaze for a moment but looked away when they heard someone come into the kitchen. ‘Hey Mom,’ Jess said as she came to stand in front of her parents who shifted away from one another suddenly realising they were standing mere inches apart. ‘Hey,’ Addison said breezily, ‘sorry I’m late I hit traffic.’ ‘It’s okay. I had fun,’ she said with a smile before she looked at Elvis, ‘uh, Lisa’s asking for you.’ ‘I’ll go in a minute,’ he said, he knew his daughter would be wanting him to say goodnight to her but even so he didn’t want to just leave. Addison seemed to notice his hesitance and moved away. ‘We should get going,’ she said moving so that she stood beside Jess, opposite him. ‘Are you sure?’ he asked. ‘It’s late,’ Addison said though it couldn’t be any later than ten. Elvis hesitated. Now that she was here he didn’t want her to go. In fact if he had the choice he would’ve had her here all day but he could see in her eyes that she wasn’t going to reconsider and so he nodded. ‘I’ll walk you out,’ he said gesturing for them to lead. Fortunately the room was still crowded as they walked back into the party which meant no one really noticed them as he led them to the front door of the suite. He stepped outside, leaving it propped open as they stood in front of him ready to say goodbye. ‘I’m glad you came,’ he said to Jess. ‘Me too,’ she said, ‘I had fun. Lisa’s cool.’ ‘You know we could hang out this week,’ Elvis said, ‘you could stay over again. You, me, Lisa?’ ‘Sounds good,’ Jess said before she looked towards her mother for reassurance, ‘that’d be okay right mom?’ ‘Sure, just not a school night,’ she said earning a nod from Elvis. ‘I’ll call you?’ he asked. ‘Okay,’ she said, ‘now come on before folks notice you’re missing.’ ‘Bye,’ Jess said leaning up to hug him. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. ‘Bye honey,’ he said as he let her go. Addison lingered but he didn’t let her second guess herself and instead leant in as he had with Jess and wrapped his arms around her. She was stiff against him for a moment before she tucked her chin onto his shoulder and hugged him back. ‘Bye,’ she said quietly as she pulled away from him. He nodded and watched as they turned away from him walking up the corridor to the elevators. He could hear Jess break into furious excited whispers once she thought they were far enough away from him which made him smile. Then he headed back inside the suite, closing the door behind him. Though instead of making his way into the living area, for fear he’d get entangled in another conversation, he headed past the dining room and down the long corridor towards where Lisa would be staying. He found her, being tucked into bed by her Nanny Loretta, who jumped as she turned around and spotted him leaning against the door frame. ‘Jeez!’ she said clutching her chest, ‘you scared the life out of me Mr Presley.’ ‘Sorry,’ he said, ‘just came to say goodnight.’ ‘Okay,’ she said still seeming shaken though she turned back to Lisa and smiled, ‘I’m just next door if you need me okay? Night sweetheart.’ ‘Goodnight Retta,’ Lisa smiled. Loretta turned, threw a smile at her boss and then moved past him out of the door and into the adjoining room which she closed the door of gently. Elvis moved to come and sit on his daughter’s bed which made her sit up excitedly and though he knew he should tell her to lie down he didn’t have the heart to. Instead, he allowed her to climb into his lap, her small hand fiddling with the medallion he was wearing. ‘You’re supposed to be going to sleep,’ he said though there was very little conviction in it and the fact he held her instead of moving her didn’t exactly help his cause. Lisa ignored him, content in his arms, ‘did you have a good birthday honey?’ ‘Mmmhmm,’ she nodded against his chest making him smile. ‘Get everything you wanted?’ he asked. ‘Yep,’ she said with a yawn as the rumble of his voice against her ear soothed her. ‘I’m glad,’ he said into the top of her hair. He knew he should keep it casual. He knew that he would be in dodgy territory if he started asking questions especially seeing as questions usually sparked more questions in five-year-olds but he couldn’t help himself, ‘you looked like you were having fun…with Jess.’ ‘Yeah, she’s nice,’ Lisa said quietly. Her hand had stopped moving now and he could feel her falling asleep in his arms. ‘You think?’ he asked earning a nod against him which bolstered his confidence, ‘would you want to meet her again?’ ‘Mmmhmm,’ she said nuzzling into him. Elvis smiled and kissed the top of her head once more. ‘Well maybe in the week. First, you need to go to bed,’ he said moving her back until she was laying in the bed as he pulled the covers over her. She protested but it didn’t get very far as she yawned and snuggled under the blanket. ‘Goodnight honey,’ he said leaning in to kiss her forehead. ‘Goodnight Daddy,’ she said as her eyes fluttered closed. He pulled away and walked to the edge of the room, lingering for a moment as he watched her start to fall asleep, and then he hit the light switch and closed the door behind him. He padded down the hallway, heading back to the party but as he got down the hall he found he wasn’t alone. Up this end of the suite there was another living area though it was a lot smaller than the other as it was made up of just a couple of couches and a coffee table and standing in the middle of it looking out of one of the large windows at the illuminated Vegas skyline was Priscilla. ‘Oh, hey,’ he said which made her turn around, ‘were you coming to say goodnight? Because she’s just dropped off-’ ‘Actually, I came to talk to you,’ Priscilla said tightly. She was eyeing him closely, a look on her face he had seen a thousand times before. It was the one she had any time she’d found out about his indiscretions. When she knew he was keeping something from her. ‘What’s up?’ he said as casually as he could muster. ‘Who was that girl?’ she asked not even bothering to dance around the subject. ‘What?’ he asked as though that would buy him any time. ‘The girl you just walked out,’ she said. ‘A friend,’ he said. He didn’t know why he didn’t just tell her but for some reason he couldn’t get the words out. ‘An old friend?’ she asked, her words laced with accusation. ‘Maybe,’ Elvis said. ‘And her daughter?’ she asked raising her eyebrow. Elvis’ stomach flip flopped. ‘Cilla,’ Elvis sighed making her scoff and turn away to look out of the window. He didn’t move towards her. He couldn’t make his feet do it. Then again he didn’t know exactly what he was going to say to her. He couldn’t make himself tell her the truth but he couldn’t bring himself to utter outright denials. It had been like that every time she’d caught him in a lie. He would never deny it but he would never admit to anything either leaving them both at a loss for what to do. ‘You know at first I didn’t know who she was. I didn’t know what she was doing here. I saw her with your dad and then with Jerry and then even with Lisa but I couldn’t figure it out. I thought she might be a new girlfriend of someone’s that I didn’t know about but she looked a little young for that. Then I saw her,’ she said turning to look at him. Hurt was written all over her face which made his heart twinge in his chest, ‘I saw you with her. I saw the way you look at them…it’s the way you look at us.’ ‘Cilla,’ he said moving towards her. ‘That’s Addison, right?’ she asked stopping him in his tracks. How did she know about Addison? They had met long after the pair had lost contact and the memory of her had been so painful he had never even mentioned her. No one else had been allowed to either. ‘How do you-’he started. ‘You don’t remember do you?’ she said looking at him. Like lightning a memory flashed through Elvis’ brain. He’d been so angry with her, angry with the world, it made his heart ache for both of them. As she watched that memory fade in his eyes she moved towards him and placed a hand on his chest. ‘Elvis, just tell me the truth,’ she said quietly. At her touch his blue eyes met hers, unsure. ‘Cilla, I was going to tell you,’ he said, ‘I tried but I couldn’t.’ ‘You didn’t try very hard,’ she said pulling away. ‘It’s not just something you can blurt out over the phone is it?’ he said. ‘No but it is something you could’ve sat me down for before a party with all our friends and family,’ she said angrily, ‘does Lisa know?’ ‘No,’ Elvis said as she moved away from him, ‘and we don’t think she should-’ ‘So you’re making parenting decisions about my daughter with someone else now is that it?’ she snapped. ‘Addie and I,’ Elvis said making her scoff. He hesitated for a beat and then continued, ‘Addison suggested that since this is all so new it might be better to go slow. That’s why I was taking my time. I’ve only just told my daddy for Christ's sake. We just thought we’d take it slow, let people get used to the idea.’ ‘Let you smooth talk people into accepting her you mean,’ Priscilla said folding her arms across her chest and looking away from him. ‘That’s not what I’m doing,’ Elvis said defensively. He knew she was going to be hurting but the thought of her rejecting Jess for no other reason than her not liking the idea made anger bubble inside him. He didn’t let himself get irate though. The last thing he needed was a screaming match not with all his family and friends down the hall and Lisa mere meters away. ‘Look,’ he sighed making her look at him, ‘I know it’s not ideal but I’m dealing with it the best I can, okay? Funnily enough I’ve never had to deal with anything like this before.’ ‘What about the paternity suit a couple of years ago?’ she challenged. ‘She was a damned liar,’ Elvis said angrily before he softened, ‘Addison’s not lying.’ ‘You’re sure?’ she said sceptically. ‘She’s mine honey,’ he said softly. She could tell from his voice that he was telling the truth but still she hoped it wasn't. ‘And you didn’t know? Not at all?’ she asked. ‘If I’d had known about her don’t you think I would’ve mentioned it?’ he asked making her sigh, ‘look I know it’s not the easiest of things to find out about. Trust me I’ve been outta my mind these past couple of weeks but I can't change it. And just because it’s a little messy doesn’t mean I’m going to have nothing to do with her you understand that right? I mean imagine the roles were reversed, would you want me to want nothing to do with Lisa?’ At those words she looked at him, a lump in her throat. He had a point. If it were her on the other end the idea of him wanting nothing to do with them would kill her. After all, even divorced they were still in his life. ‘No,’ she admitted. ‘Addison didn’t come looking for me, Jess did. She wants to be part of my life and I can't say no to that but just because I want them in my life doesn’t mean I want you and Lisa out of it. I love you guys and that’s not going to change, you believe that right?’ he said. Priscilla stood there for a moment digesting his words. ‘I guess I have to,’ she said, ‘I just can't wrap my head around what all of us together looks like yet.’ ‘I understand that,’ he said, ‘I’m not sure where everyone fits in just yet either…but with Lisa being here I wanna try. Just me and the girls…. if that’s okay?’ ‘Fine,’ she said after a moment, ‘for Lisa.’ ‘For Lisa,’ he nodded. He stepped towards her then, offering his arms out so that she could step into them which she did. Her arms wrapped around him searching for the comfort his embrace used to provide but it wasn’t there. Not entirely. When he pulled back she offered him a smile and though it was weak he accepted it touching her cheek tenderly before he headed back into the other room to the party. She stood there unable to make her feet follow him. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe that even with this new development their future as a family remained unchanged. After all another kid didn’t have to change their relationship. And Lisa had seemed to be getting along with Jess. It might have even been good for her to have a sibling, something she didn’t see happening for her daughter in the near future. Yet something bothered her. No not bothered, hurt. Hurt like that memory had when it flashed into her brain. 'Oh for goodness sake,' Priscilla sighed as the drawer she had been trying to prize open loosened and came flying out of the nightstand almost spilling its entire contents onto the floor. Though as she attempted to move it back so she could look in it properly it got stuck, not moving either way. She tried wiggling it but there was something catching between this drawer and the one above it that was stopping it from moving which meant she had to reach her arm in almost down to her shoulder and grasp for whatever was in the way. It took some manoeuvring but eventually whatever had caught shifted and she managed to pull it out. It was a tin box, old and rusty. It didn't look important and at first she was going to throw it back into the drawer but then curiosity got the better of her and she opened it. Inside it were papers and photographs which only made her curiosity grow. The photos were of Elvis and a girl she didn't recognise. She pulled each one out, scrutinising every inch of them. Most of them were her and Elvis doing various activities - some she was sure had the hint of being not so PG which made jealousy bubble inside her. The last one of the pile was a picture of just the girl, looking up at the camera. She was pretty, excruciatingly so, though her look was very natural - nothing like the makeup Elvis liked her to wear. She had flowing brown locks and deep hazel eyes that were looking bemusedly at whoever was behind the camera someone Priscilla had no doubt was Elvis. Scribbled at the bottom in Elvis' untidy handwriting was nothing more than a name. Addison. Priscilla's mind whirred. She wasn't stupid enough to think that she was the only girl Elvis had ever loved. Hell, when she had moved to Graceland one of the first things she had done was do some digging about her predecessors. She had been told of Anita and June. She knew of his high school romances and every dalliance he'd had with his co-stars and yet her name had never come up which struck her as odd. She took a seat on the bed, placing the photos down beside her as she picked up one of the papers. Again Elvis' untidy scrawl littered the page. It was dated September 1958 and it was addressed to Addie. She devoured it. Her eyes roved over every inch taking in every word of what was written. It was heart-breaking. On the page in front of her was anger, frustration and longing. The girl had left him. And he had been distraught. She read through each one. They were all written throughout the time he had been in the army and his grief for both his mother and this girl that he clearly loved was evident in each one. Along with pleas for them both to return. She could feel the love poured into each swipe of the pen. It made her heart ache for him but it also worried her. It worried her because he had never hidden anything away from her and yet this she had not been allowed to know. It made her wonder if that meant that love was still there. Hidden away just like the box but still present. As she went to pull another letter out of the box something came with it rolling across the bed until it was nestled in the material of her dress between her thigh and the bed. She didn't know what it was but as she picked it up it became very apparent. In her small hand was a ring made of white gold with a diamond so large in the centre she wasn't sure how it didn't weigh more. An engagement ring. Priscilla's heart broke. He had been going to marry her. Of course she knew he had told more than one girl they would get married. He'd even promised it to her one day. Yet she was sure this was the only engagement ring he had ever bought. It made her wonder if this was the only one he had meant. 'What are you doing?' Elvis said snapping her gaze from the ring. He was standing in the doorway, his face thunderous as he clocked the box and letters scattered around her. 'I was just looking for something,' she said meekly, 'I didn't mean to-' 'What snoop?' he said moving forward in three quick paces. 'It was caught at the back of the drawer,' she said trying to explain herself. He wasn't listening to her though instead he snatched the ring out of her hand and threw it back into the box angrily. He did the same with the pictures and letters though she could tell he was taking more care with them which made her heart hurt again. Even in anger he wouldn't risk damaging the memory of her. 'Yeah well you should've put it back where you found it,' he snapped tossing the box into the drawer and kicking it closed. Priscilla sat on the bed, shifting uncomfortably. 'Elvis,' she said. 'Get your kicks huh? Snooping through shit that ain't yours?' he spat looking at her with anger in his eyes. 'I just...you've never mentioned her before. Addison-' 'Don't,' he said venomously, 'don't you dare say her name.' 'But-' 'Get out,' he said cutting her off. 'Elvis,' she protested. 'What are you fuckin' stupid as well as nosy?' he asked prying her off the bed with a grip so tight she could've sworn bruises were already forming the moment he let her go pushing her towards the door, 'get the fuck out of my room.' Priscilla scrambled towards the exit turning back to look at him as he took a seat on the bed his fists clenched where they rested on his knees making the skin of his knuckles turn white. 'Cilla?' he said. His voice was softer now and though she didn't reply she hesitated by the door showing she was listening, 'don't you ever bring her up again.' Priscilla watched him as he hung his head, his chest heaving in a manner she thought he had started crying though she could no longer see his face. Without a word she slipped out of the room and closed the door behind her resting against it as her own tears started coming. She could've pretended that it was because he had shouted at her but she knew it wasn't that. It was the way he had looked at her. When he looked at her he seemed livid but behind his eyes she could tell it was more than that. It was heartache. And that only meant one thing. Love. He still loved her. That was why she wasn’t sure. Why she couldn’t believe him. She hadn’t left Elvis because she no longer loved him but because their marriage was no longer working the way it was. Both of them had assumed that one day they might be able to make it work. But she had seen it in his eyes tonight. The way he had looked at Addison when neither of them had known she was watching by the kitchen door. He loved her. It had been the same love she had seen behind his eyes when he’d caught her snooping. She had always thought that their love was the one that had never faded. Now she wasn’t so sure.

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stabbedintheface · 6 months

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i get drunk every single day now on account of the government says i cant hit weed pen a couple times before bed or never own guns again and god damnit i want my guns back so becoming an alcoholic for a few more months is okay. today i wrote a song called rye whiskey sits so good in a belly full of vodka. what makes you stop having dreams like grass does when you can't smoke sketchy products derived of grass cause your husky don't like the grass smoke? the manager at the dunkin donuts at work is fucking CUTE and has some fucked up teeth like me and i wanna kiss her shes sewing my sweatshirt sleeves up for me today the other morning she left me a box of munchkins with a lil heart drawn on them shes pregnant but the daddy's just a friend she said. biz markie had somethin' to say about that but i ain't list'nin'

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candyredterezii · 2 years

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The way you manage to get art out so fast.👀 I'm jealous lol. But anyways what should you do if you want to draw but don't have the time to. School, life, etc.

THANK YOU I am very speedy. So much so I apologize to commission clients I'm taking so long and it's only been 3 days that passed -- ASDIKFJG

Anyway UHHH

Well, you can always doodle while studying with school, for example. I used to doodle in my notebooks during lectures a lot. You don't have to make anything MAGNIFICENT

It can be just a lil sketchy pen doodle. flex the creative juices

some time before bed pick up a pencil n paper, listen to ur podcasts or whatever n doodle

i think its just important to remember that not every art piece has to be something magnificent. lined. shaded. colored. cleaned. etc

i make a lot of sketchy lil doodles that arent much of anything that i don't post. i even doodle a LOT at work during the morning shifts cus its slow and I'm bored

#candyredask #anonymous

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stepswowdsen · 4 months

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KagePro x Magi: Art Idea Crossover

Ok I'm just gonna cross post my Insta notes here 👍

I don't have the time to draw it rn but ngl it'd be fun to draw Magi charas in KagePro charas' daze MV outfits.

JuAliHaku take KonoShinEne's outfits by colour coding

The idea just came to me. Judar splashes buckets of red paint at Alibaba to pester him <3

RBY OT3/Poly ❤️💙💛

C: Ohhh coool!!

Me: I hadn't thought of it before since I usually deal with my multiships in separate AUs but KonoShinEne could be an interesting poly/OT3 tbh. And KuroShinEne too tbh... Ene teases Shintaro (and gets Kuroha to join in), and Kuroha teases both of them. Shintaro gets Kuroha to fluster Ene.

Time to combine my niche interests LMFAO

This is a crossover that'd only appeal to like. Me and 10 people (my mutuals/friends) but it'd be fun~~ I'm doing it for personal enjoyment and self-indulgence most of all <3

Daze MV (Original JP Version)

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Daze MV (English Subs)

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Daze MV screenshots

(Mekakushi Dan members No. 6, No. 7, and No. 9)

I love Ene teasing Shintaro in the daze MV, Ene grinning (hanging upside down) while Konoha appears on screen, and Konoha looking in Ene's direction~~

As you all know...

JuAli is my main Magi ship~ I also enjoy ships like AliHaku, SinJa, KouMor and others on the side ^^

KuroEne is my main KagePro ship (cuz I'm insane) and I'm a HaruTaka/KonoEne/KuroEne main. I also like other ships and multiships on the side ^^

KuroEne is basically a rare pair that KagePro's EA/JP fandom invented cuz they big brained seeing how they could tie it to the HaruTaka and KonoEne ships, which are interconnected with each other (which is the reason for why I ship it too)

KuroEne is a very niche pair for if you're a Kuroha fan (villain enjoyer) and have Ene as your wife/one of your fave charas (which is the case for me). Kuroha is my fave KagePro chara/meow meow mf, and Ene is my KagePro wife.

Shintaro and Ene's friendship is everything to me. Their dynamic is so important to me, but I don't mind them as platonic or as a ship since they have interesting character parallels.

Me: You know the part during the 2nd chorus of daze (2:00 - 2:22) where it flashes the Mekakushi Dan members' deaths in their silhouettes (how they came into contact with the Kagerou Daze) and Kuroha/Saeru's lil Outer Science bit

OH I forgot to show the flashes during the 2nd chorus of KagePro's daze MV. Here

Daze MV: Mekakushi Dan Member (2nd Chorus) Segments

Shintaro's silhouette shows Route XX Shintaro's suicide by scissor stab wounds

Kuroha/Saeru's lil Outer Science esque bit shows flashes of him after Marry and Seto's segments

Konoha's silhouette shows Haruka surrounded by IVs in a hospital bed (Haruka's death led to the creation of Konoha)

Ene's silhouette shows Takane (her human self) trying to reach for Haruka, her classmate, friend, and the person she loved (Takane's death caused her to lose her human body and become a pseudo immortal cyber girl. In this form, she goes by the name "Ene")

C: Interesting!

The aesthetic is cool

Me: Sidu has such amazing MVs for KagePro. I love their colours, attention to detail, animations, typography and transition effects sm

These all flash by so quickly you need to pause to see all of these but I love Sidu's attention to detail 💖 It does this for all the Mekakushi Dan members.

C: Very valid yes

Ooo I see

Me: Yeah!!! I think Sidu's art style has a level of maturity for it that's perfect for darker themed arts/artworks

Their current art style has settled into using soft shading/rendering and more muted desaturated tones

(Magi: Ch. 38 - 95 - 132)

Ch. 132

Ch. 95

Ch. 38

Would be interesting to draw baby Judar in hanfu sitting on a throne, kid Alibaba playing with Cassim, and kid Hakuryuu in the fire, in their silhouettes

I love Ohtaka's inking and how sketchy Sidu's art style is… Sidu's art style is SO nice. A daze crossover would be sooo cool~

C: Interesting!

Cool :3

Me: My only dentriment is that I'm terrible at drawing kids tho

I usually draw charas who are adults or young adults so I need to learn how to draw younger teens and kids WHDHSHDSH

#kagepro #kagerou project #magi #magi: the labyrinth of magic #jualihaku #konoshinene #kuroshinene #konoene #konoha x ene #kuroha x ene #kuroene #saeene #dark konoha x ene #black konoha x ene #saeru x ene #me ga saeru hebi #snake of clearing eyes #saeru hebi

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coralsgrimes · 1 year

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The bulianne romance phase is over, we back to just platonic besties/occasional booty call! bless it's safe to stan Benny Boy again all crimes forgiven they are not dating

This is actually funny because it does seem like the girlies are more concerned about who warms his bed as opposed to the sketchy stuff he’s done that deserves valid criticism. Not that dating a racist isn’t sus but like, the guy was friends with her for yearsssss and no one bat an eye, but the minute that relationship took a romantic turn, it’s when the line is drawn? Reminds me of that society meme “I can excuse bad career choices and supporting problematic organizations but I draw the line at dating Jules Hough”. 🤣

LoL I could not do poor Britta so dirty and actually make this lol

But yeeeeee like Benny Boy send out a we are just besties memo followed by fairy queen's occasional booty calls note, and them girlies were like ok alrighty we back to square one then nothing to see here

I do wonder, it's kinda sus that the perspective of him being romantically linked to a woman, that he is publicly friends with FOR YEARS before during and after idk certain Halloween party, makes them change their minds.... If there was a word for this behaviour :c I feel like there is but I can't remember like tip of me tongue tho x.x oh and then there was the additional fraction of the fandom that was pissed cuz he wasn't turning round his costar as they deluded themselves was happening

I remember last year this time some of them were like omg if they dating that's his private life he can be a shitstain but that's his private life so none of me fucking business. On his insta he a poet me hear... Also another one of me faves, a tweet I was shown and I shall remember forever, it was a lil tweet that said that they are SURE Benny was educating poor twin flame and they are SURE Benny did everything he could to turn her back to the good side as the proud educated ally he is! And that's why they still besties. Not that continuing her ways is... her way lol

#did ye say society but ye mean community #god kids these days know nothing of life

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gustokita · 2 years

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16 DEC 2022

We had our first official date since being open about our feelings 🫣💕

I got out of bed at like 7:45am to get ready for the date. My younger sister picked the outfit and she even did my makeup 🥺🥺 just a bit of mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow, and lipstick. I was like, "what if I wanna kiss him??!?!?" And she just glared and said, "just wipe it off 🙄" 😂😂

We were gonna meet at the national airport in my city at 9am, but he found out that he might get a ticket if he parked there all day so we just met up at a Safeway, which was probably for the best XD he drove my car the entire day 😊 so first off we went out to eat at this bakery close to where he lives. It was all local and their pastries are sooo good (he's given me a couple things from that bakery before). He ordered a cubano sandwich which we split for lunch and I also got a chocolate croissant (for my younger siblings mostly). The meal came with a lil pastry slice, an orange slice, and a dill pickle. It was suuuuper good and filling 🤤 I also got to try their mocha. I think for every coffee place I go to, I /have/ to get their mochas XD

Next we drove for a bit to an island. The place was basically "the sticks" all covered in woods, a lil sketchy, but it was pretty nice to drive around.

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03 JAN 2023

Alrighty it’s been a couple weeks since this lil date but I’ll just summarize the highlights that I can remember 🥰

Drove around the downtown area of the city he lived in. He hates it XD

Drove up to look at a race track from the outside. We both wished we could watch our brothers race bc they’re both car people (his brother much more, he’s pretty much a self-taught mechanic)

we drove up north on a highway for like an hour. I was teasing him by putting my hand on his leg 😂 The highway was overlooking a body of water and it was just so pretty that time we were driving. it was cold too XD. We decided to take a break from driving and pulled off to the side of the road. we just held each other for a while, it was the first time of that day when we got to hold and kiss each other. 🥰🥰🥰🥰

drove south of the highway. tried looking for a place to use the bathroom. we tried a gas station, but there were only porta potties 😬 we walked to a library and then we started looking around the books so it didn’t look like we just went there just for the bathroom. I got caught up in all the anime/manga stuff they had of course 😂😂 I thought it was cute that we got to walk around and hold hands this time 🥺

we then drove more around the water and of course there are a bunch of different houses by the water. SO so so pretty, some strange too lol. One time we had to pause and make sure we were taking the right roads and there was this mine craft looking house lmaoooo I bet it was an architect only project. there was a really tall tower in the center of the house and it looked like a mini house at the top with a balcony lmao.

we stopped by a donut place next. he would drive next to it all the time while going to school but he never tried anything from there. we both got 3 donuts each c: it was getting close to the time I had to go back home. I decided to give him the letter I made for him the night before as well as the little gift I got him. It’s a Blue Morph butterfly pin 🦋 He really liked it 💕

I remember at one red light he turned to me to give me a quick kiss 😂❤️ we got back to the Safeway parking lot and he brought his stuff to his car, and I was rearranging stuff in my car. He came back to my car with a gift as well 🥹🥹 He also gave me a pin!!! it was a Sophie pin 😭😭😭 It was crazy we got each other pins for gifts!!! He also wrote me a letter, too, and he baked me cookies tooooo 🍪 they were Russian Tea Cakes 😋

It’s always so hard to let each other go. we sat in my car just gazing at each other. “Until I Found You” and “Leave the Door Open” played once and the sun was kinda setting and it really set an intimate atmosphere. I was getting overwhelmed bc I loved spending that whole day with him, but I was sad that I wasn’t gonna see him for a bit (until we had to take this big exam). I ended up tearing up, and he got caught off-guard a bit 😆I didn’t want to cry because I was wearing make-up. Literally the one day when I want to cry but couldn’t bc of make-up. ughh. I wiped up the bit of mascara that ran, and then gave him more hugs. then I started tearing up again, and he said, “Please don’t cry :(” We finally let each other go when more people started parking around my car XD

I remember calling him one night and asking what he was thinking when I started tearing up. He said he’s never had anyone cry because they weren’t gonna see him for a while. I’ve shared a lot of firsts with him 🤭

#dcr we rambling

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mooncovesnight · 2 years

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me mapping ffxiv yuechiya's progress is just

arr +

rocky, ichiya getting peeved whenever y'uemi tries to take on quests that he wants to take too, y'uemi also peeved with the way ichiya constantly hounds her for how she tanks

they only get better when at one point y'uemi almost dies for being reckless, and ichiya was crying while trying to save her ass,,

also y'uemi calls ichiya out for trying to make himself like a hardcore hero/good guy

ends up supporting each other a lot post-titan, and post-patches

hvw +

both are a lil unwell, but y'uemi hard carries everyone. bc of what happened in the patches- ends up sharing beds together to sleep better

both going thru things bc ichiya is revisiting ishgard and the pains of losing his parents + y'uemi causes haurchefant's death

mutually develop feelings for each other, with y'uemi recognizing it much earlier. ichiya is too dense to see both his and her feelings

ichiya confesses his real name to y'uemi, and y'uemi lets him call her uemi

stb +

ichiya goes to orthard (upon y'uemi's insistence and for his chara arc to get resolved) and yuemi stays in gyr abania, they share their own private linkshell, buy matching stuff together and exchange minions that remind them of each other

ichiya starts looking into his feelings after being called out by asahi

both of them take care of alisaie and make promises to stay together no matter what happens

shb +

ichiya gets called to the first before y'uemi, and they have. a tearful reunion cjxjsnns ichiya has aged like. half a year by the time y'uemi arrives (* this one still. sketchy)

feelings!! quiet engagement!!! first kiss !!!

also im not here yet but post enw +

the island sanctuary thing - ichiya and y'uemi share theirs, and ichiya gets to visit y'uemi's home island.. y'uemi's character arc resolved mayhaps

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and thats what i have so far-

i think im making it span 2-3 years so far? that makes them so old.. (soft engagement) at 26... ok... now im wondering if i wanna age them down to 21-22 in arr

#june brainstorms #verse: soup #yuechiya #faustmarch etoinoix #y'uemi khahwa

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ninawolv3rina · 2 years

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I'm incapable of drawing anything but them rn

#i was like oh ill just do a quick sketch #just a lil sketchy before bed #and then suddently im coloring #anyways #my first beta reader finished lyric today #shoutout to bas #and right after we finished reading the first draft i started rewrites #and i realized how much asa grows #and how much i love them #and look quincy will always be important to me #but asa...#idk #asa of the isles #my art #my characters

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gallusrostromegalus · 3 years

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Progress On The Garden At The End Of The Universe

So, after about a month of trying to assemble pieces, getting the wrong primer, waiting for the weather to cooperate, and general malaise, The Garden At The End Of The Universe is getting underway!

The process so far has been:

Attempt to figure out where the sprinkler heads are so you don't put a bed over them and drown your plants.

After searching for a week, call up a guy who literally calls himself "Sprinkler Dave" and have him poke the box until they all are accounted for.

While Dave is poking the box, answer his questions about mRNA vaccines and urge him to get his ASAP. Sprinkler Dave agrees this is a good idea and the next time he is back, he has his vaccine sticker in the window of his truck. We are keeping Sprinkler Dave.

Mow lawn as short as possible and spread probably too much clover seed about two weeks late but hey it's still coming up and fixing nitrogen/keeping the water needs down.

Halfway through mowing, run out of gas.

Go to gas station

Get yelled at that "THE LIL 2-GALLON AIN'T GONNA GETCHYA THROUGH WHAT'S COMIN'!" by a neighbor with the same double-digit number of guns as IQ points.

"I just want it to get the lawn done.

Notice he is filling what appears to be a 120 gallon open-topped fish tank with gas. There is a box of saran wrap in the truck bed with it.

Remember that this is the neighbor that got arrested at fourth of July, thanksgiving and a gender reveal party in his yard for having the kind of explosives you need a license for, even if we weren't under a fire ban.

For the fourth time in as many months, call the police before this damn fool kills himself and the rest of the block.

Finish mowing and sowing.

Purchase galvanized steel pieces off moderately sketchy Garden supply online store.

Be delighted when the pieces arrive and they have sent you twice as many as you thought.

Attempt to paint galvanized steel pieces.

Learn you need primer.

Order latex aluminum primer.

Latex aluminum primer gets boat stuck sideways in the Suez canal.

Well, at least the weather is still cold and occasionally blizzardy, so its not like it will hold anything up.

Primer garden beds.

Explain to dogs that they do not need to help you with this.

Paint beds.

Watch Cooper's Hawk take a squirrel right off the fence while painting and cheer, much to the horror of your neighbor whose porch the squirrel is being eaten on. Sorry Linda.

Use shovel to dig small gap in the lawn and kick bed until it is wedged in and the top is mostly level.

Take leftover pizza and moving boxes and tear them into large chunks to mostly cover the lawn inside the beds. This helps kill the grass underneath, and keeps the water from immediately draining into the ground until the plants are big enough to bust through the cardboard themselves.

Get dirt.

Realize a Honda hatchback is not really a "hauling" vehicle, then drive home with probably way too much in it anyway.

Open up compost box.

Discover that compost is not nearly as fermented as you had hoped, but still progressing and full of friends like centipedes, worms, mushrooms and mice.

Tackle a corgi to keep him from eating a centipede. Idk if they're actually dangerous for dogs but I did not want to find out.

Watch corgi eat a nightcrawler worm like a spaghetti Instead. (Vet said that was ok).

Send dogs back inside for being a little too hakuna matata with the compost pile.

Traumatize Linda again when she asks you how your garden is going by holding up and enormous earthworm and gleefully telling her to " LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THIS LAD!!"

Mix equal parts topsoil and compost/manure to get dirt that has both dissolved nutrients and enough grit to keep it from getting compacted.

Retreat indoors from incoming thunderstorm and shave head.

Further updates as events warrant.

(if you want to support my garden or get the dogs "sorry you can't eat centipedes" treats, please consider donating to my Ko-Fi or PayPal, or if you think I'm funny, you can pre-order my book on Patreon. Thank you so much!)

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lanarist · 3 years

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Hii, I really loved your Plug!Dabi headcanon, I was wondering if you can do a mini fic of him dating the reader or something like that.. if not that’s okay!! Also I love your writing 🥰💕

a/n: Absofuckinglutely I can. This got me so excited. Also thank you for your kind words 🥰 I did not expect my first time publishing my writing to get this much attraction but I’m grateful! I hope this is to your liking 💙

Plug! Dabi head cannon right here

Warnings: drug use, drug dealing, slight violence, guns, lil bit of foreplay, intercourse.

we got a lil bit of everything in here. smut, fluff, and angst.

Also, minors DNI✨

Tags: @bakugosbratx

Sunlight poured in through the blinds of your lover’s room as you began waking up from your slumber. Your eyes were still closed but you could hear the soft ruffling of drawers being shut and jingling of car keys.

“Baby, wake up for a sec,” Dabi cooed while rubbing your bare back, “I gotta go make a sell real quick. I’ll be back.”

“Wait,” You whisper, voice still groggy. You raise yourself on your elbows and squint your eyes. “Can I come with you?”

Dabi sighs. It’s not that he doesn’t want you to tag along with him. He loves having you in the car with him to run errands. But, this deal was sketchy to say the least.

He was going to meet the buyer at some abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere. The dude was was only wanting $20 worth of doja, which was already odd to Dabi because the minimum he’s ever made was an easy $50. Not to mention the dude wasn’t a good person at all. The whole ordeal was just sketchy all around.

“I don’t know about it, doll..” He tells you with a sympathetic smile, “Maybe next time.”

“Please?” You pout and put on the best puppy dog like eyes you could muster. “I just wanna ride with you. We could get food after, my treat.”

Dabi breathes heavily through and out his nose, pinching the bridge with his thumb and pointer finger. How could he say no to you? Especially when you have that irresistible pout on your face?

“Fine, but you already know I’m not letting you pay for me.” He chuckles, “I wanna get this done so just get dressed. You can put on one of my shirts, I’ll be in the car.”

You grin sheepishly as he closes the door behind him and you get up from his bed. You hum lightly to yourself as you go through his shirts in his closet. You grab one of his plain black shirts and throw it over your body, it falling right in the middle of your thighs. Your hand reaches out to the floor and you grabs your shorts before pulling them on. You slip your shoes on while throwing your hair to an acceptable messy bun and walk out of the door.

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“Doll, listen.” His tone undeniably nervous, “I need you to be quiet when he comes to the car. This dude sketches me the fuck out.”

“Okay..” You say, unsure of why he’s so spooked.

Dabi’s car comes to a smooth stop at an old abandoned warehouse. He moves one hand from the wheel and places it on the stick shift to put the car in park.

The sound of a phone ringing filled the car as you scan the area. You felt a small amount of fear forming in your stomach as you gathered that you two are in the middle of fucking nowhere.

“Yeah?” Dabi speaks as he holds the phone to his ear and turning his head in every direction, “Yeah I’m here. Where are you?”

“I’m about to pull up on you. Anyone with you?” A rough voice spoke on the other end.

Dabi hums and places his hand on your thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze, “I got my girl with me.”

“Ight, I see your car. I’ll be there in a sec.”

Dabi hangs up the phone with a heavy breath. You place your hand on top of his and caress it with your thumb.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You assure him with a gentle smile. “Just get the money, give him the stuff, then we can leave.”

“Yeah..” He sighs, letting his head fall back onto his headrest. “I just got a bad feeling about this dude, I don’t like him.”

“Then why are you selling to him?” You ask, genuinely curious.

Dabi shrugs his shoulder, “Money.”

The sound of a door being slammed shut made Dabi turn his head in that direction. He removes his hand from your thigh and breathes heavily one more time before rolling his window down.

“What’s up man?” The dude speaks joyfully when he gets to the window.

You don’t dare to look into his direction, but his voice alone made your skin crawl. His tone was full of farce friendliness. In the corner of your eye you could see that Dabi was gripping his steering wheel tightly and his chest was rising up down at a steady pace.

“Sup John.” He greets the man back, “You only wanted a couple grams, right?”

“Yeah man, that’s fine.” John waves his hand sheepishly. “Thanks for meeting me here.”

“No problem.” Dabi tells him before turning to you, “Can you get the bag out of the glove box?”

You nod and lean forward to open the glove box. When you open it you see the manual book that comes with every car, a black smith & wesson pistol, and the bag full of doja. You had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from gasping, you didn’t know he owned a gun.

Then again, why wouldn’t he? He is a drug dealer after all.

You reach into it, carefully grab the bag full of green nugs and take it out before shutting it. You lean your body back against the seat and hand the bag to Dabi.

When you turn to look in Dabi’s direction you gasp and your stomach drops. Fear consumed your body and you start to shake.

Dabi notices the expression on your face and his eyes go dark. He turns to face John again and was met with a gun pointed in his face.

Dabi chuckles darkly, clicking his teeth and laughs like a villain.

“You’re kidding, right?” Dabi taunts John. “You gonna try to rob me?”

“Cut the tough guy act, asshole.” John hisses as he cocks the pistol and has his finger over the trigger. “Give me your shit and you both can leave. I doubt your girl wants to see your head blown off.”

“Hmm, you know people will come after you, right?”

“Your friends? I’ll take my chances.” John laughs, then motions his gun to Dabi’s hand that held the bag. “Come on, get to it.”

It all happened so fast.

Dabi chuckled darkly one last time before he quickly grabbed the gun from his hand and slammed it against his head. John’s unconscious body fell backwards onto the ground as blood trickled down the side of his face.

Dabi throws the gun out of his window and reaches over you to the glove box. He grabs his gun and slams it shut.

Dabi pushes the clip all the way in with the palm of his hand and cocks his pistol before aiming out of his window. The sound of gun shots infiltrate your ears as you place your hands over them.

After the final shot, Dabi throws his gun into his lap after unloading it and speeds off. His tires squeal as he drifts onto the road.

“Did you.. Did you kill him?” You whisper breathlessly, ears still ringing.

“No.” Dabi assures you, keeping his eyes on the road to avoid your shock filled gaze. His knuckles were turning whiter than his pale skin as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“But he sure as hell ain’t going no where with fucked up tires.”

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Not another word was spoken in the car as he drove you both back to his place, food long forgotten. Now back at his place, you laid on his bed finally calmed down as he sat on the side of his bed with his back facing you.

His white hair was an absolute mess from the many times he’s ran his hands through it with a loud sigh. His elbows rested on his knees while his head rested in his hands.

“Baby..” You cooed, hesitantly reaching a hand out to touch him. “Are you mad at me?”

“What?” He turns to face you, his blue eyes glossy and cheeks red. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I begged to go with you..” You pout, letting your gaze fall down to the comforter on his bed. “You haven’t talked to me either..”

“I could never be mad at you.” He assures you before laying his body down next to yours. He takes your hand in his and raises it to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“I’m mad at myself. I knew better than to have you there with me. I had a bad feeling even before we left. Yet, I still let you come with me..” He whispers.

You felt your heart clench inside of your chest as he spoke. You have never seen him so shaken up like this. He was never one to show anyone his vulnerable side. The way he always carried himself it was surprising to others that he had emotions at all. It was even more of a shock that he had you. According to Keigo, he never gave anyone a second glance, and he definitely didn’t let people smoke his stash like he does with you.

You were different than the rest in his eyes. No one understood him like you do. No one has ever cared or worried about him. That’s why he couldn’t lose you.

“I don’t know what I would if something had happen to you today..” he whispered again, “I can’t lose you, y/n. I love you too much.”

What did he say?

“Pardon?”

“You heard me.” His blue eyes look into yours, full of love and admiration, “I love you, so fucking much.”

Tear brim your eyes as you take his face in your hands, “I love you too, Touya.”

That was the first time ever since you’ve been together, that either of you spoke those three words.

He lets out a small laugh before pressing his lips onto yours, pulling you into a passionate kiss. His hands find purchase on your cheeks as your lips danced against his.

“Can I just say that despite being scared for my life..” You pull away to speak, “Seeing you like that, was hot as fuck.”

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles, moving his hands down to your throat. “Good to know, baby.”

Dabi smashes his lips back on yours and moves his body to hover over yours. Your hands reach down to the hem of his shirt and tug on it. He takes the hint and pulls it off of his body with one arm.

Your hands lay on his biceps as one of his hands traced down your body, starting at your collarbones, through the valley of your breasts, and down to the top of your shorts. His hand pushes pass your shorts and panties, then two of his fingers land on your clit, rubbing soft and smooth circles.

You whimper against his mouth and dig your nails into his arms, causing him to smirk against your lips.

You have one of your hands travel down his body and push it under the band of his boxers. Now it was your turn to smirk as he groaned into your mouth when you took his cock into your hand, pumping gently.

“Fuck doll,” He growled when you let your thumb swipe over his tip, “I need you, right now.”

“You have me.” You purred and bit his lower lip.

Dabi removes his hand from your clit and raises up off of you. As he took the rest of his clothing off, you did the same. Clothes were thrown and long forgotten on the floor of his bedroom.

His body laid back on top of your as he made himself comfortable in between your legs. Soft whimpers emitted from your lips as he started to slide his cock over your wet sex.

You both gasp against each other’s mouths when he slipped all the way into your wet cavern. He could never get over the fact of how he fit into your walls so perfectly. Like it was molded just for him.

His thrusts were much slower than usual. His hands weren’t choking you or pinning your wrist down. He wasn’t attacking your neck or breasts, leaving his mark. No degrading words were being thrown at you.

Instead, he slides his hands into yours and intertwines your fingers as his hips met yours slowly and he breathes heavily into your neck.

He was making love to you.

His name and profanities tumbled out of your lips as he hit that sensitive spot inside of you. You moved your hands out from under his and wrapped them around his neck.

“I love you,” He breathed into your neck before lifting his head to rest his forehead against yours and his hands cup your face. “So, fuckin, much.”

“I love you.” You whimper, placing your lips on his as he continues his slow and smooth thrusts.

You feel yourself clench down on him and your heart rate increases, the coil burning inside your stomach about to break.

“Baby, I’m about to-“

“I know, Doll. Me too.”

Dabi’s pace increases as he takes his final thrusts into you. His lips take yours into a searingly passionate kiss that stole the air right from your lungs.

You both moan one last time before Dabi stills and his hold on your face tightens. Pleasure struck through the both of you as you hit release. His hips move lazily as he fucks you through your orgasm. No high from any drug could compare to the one you reach together in these intimate moments.

One of your hands massage through his hair while the other does the same up and down his back as you both catch your breath. The soft sounds of his breath against your neck making you feel sleepy.

“You wanna go get some food and smoke?” He asks while lifting up to see your adorable fucked out face. That was his favorite part.

“Absolutely.”

#plug dabi #dabi x reader #stoner dabi #dabi smut #bnha dabi #touya todoroki #bnha smut #mha dabi #dabi #touya x reader

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obae-me · 4 years

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Hi sweetheart! I was wondering if I could request for a headcannon about Solomon casting a spell and suddenly all the brothers turn into lil smol kids? and how would MC take care of/interact with them? I just neeeeeed some fluff in my life, and the idea of tiny demons makes my heart explode. hope you have a great week! ♥️

Hi, thank you for this request, I had to write it immediately. The fluff, the softness, it’s exactly what I needed to write today, I hope this is good fluff for you! 💜

There’s a bit of exposition because I had some strong creativity for it, after it is the Headcanons!

“So what exactly is this supposed to do again?” MC asked, watching as Solomon sprinkled some strange herbs and unknown ingredients into a large glass beaker, occasionally muttering a few words and casting spells while the mixture sparkled. They were both in MC’s room, Solomon teaching them some spells and magic in exchange for some quality time together.

“It’s a youth potion,” Solomon explained. “I used to make it for other humans. The elderly used my diluted versions to help with pain or memory. However…” He dumped an entire jar of some sort of sickly pulsating liquid that had the same rainbowy shimmer that spilled oil had. “Demons don’t typically age the same way humans do, so sometimes they ask me for this so they can blend in with children. However, diluted versions won’t affect anything down here. So be careful. One wrong drop on you and it won’t be pleasant.” He watched as the contents in the container started to condense and squeeze through a tube before landing in a little glass bottle. Solomon tightly shoved a cork into it’s opening and then closed his eyes, chanting a spell. What had been a gross metallic color was now a perfect clear concoction, little sparkling bubbles endlessly fizzing throughout. “And there you have it.” He smirked, flipping the bottle in the air before catching it perfectly, putting it in one of his pants pockets. With a wave of his hand, all of his stuff that he had used to make the potion vanished.

MC shook their head. “This wasn’t exactly what I thought we would be doing when you said you were going to come over and show me magic. I’d lie if I said it wasn’t cool, though.” They went over and opened their bedroom door, Solomon following them out into the hallway. “Can I come deliver it with you?”

“You know how dangerous my drop-offs can be, can you show me that you’ve perfected that defensive spell I taught you last week?” Solomon looked down at them with a smile, hand curled around his chin. MC sighed, they weren’t even nearly close to casting that spell well, much less perfectly. Solomon apologized with a laugh as they both headed down the stairs to the front entrance.

“Oi, you done fooling around with MC yet?” They both saw Mammon leaned against the wall as he watched the stairs, a scowl on his face. Ever since the sorcerer had been coming more often to see MC, Mammon had been much more hostile towards him. Solomon didn’t mind, in fact he got a rise out of seeing Mammon get so jealous.

“Yes, Mammon, I’m just about to leave.”

Mammon grinned and swung the doors wide open, gesturing for Solomon to get out. “Great, here’s the door, bye now!”

Solomon looked at MC with a smile, bringing them close into a hug, squinting at Mammon over their shoulder as he soaked in the look Mammon had on his face. He pulled apart and MC was none the wiser on their interaction behind their back. “Wish me luck with the drop-off.”

MC exclaimed to him how they wished him all the luck in the three realms, and Mammon moved out of his way to personally bump shoulders with Solomon as he made his way out the door. Neither of the humans had noticed Mammon’s pickpocketing skills as he slipped an important small bottle into his own pocket.

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“Is there any particular reason why you’re not eating?” Lucifer questioned, watching MC play with their food instead of eating it.

MC snapped out of a little daze, bringing a halt to shoving around their meal with their fork. “Ah, oh, I guess I’m just thinking about something.”

Mammon growled. “What you don’t want to taste the food I slaved over making for everyone today?” He opened his mouth, probably to say something snarky about Solomon, but Satan interrupted him.

“Speaking of what you made, what did you put in it? It’s making me awfully nostalgic. I can’t help but think of meals from centuries ago.” He said it with a slight smile on his face. All of the brothers minus Lucifer voiced their agreement. Whatever it was, it brought back sweet memories, some of them going back and forth between stories of what being first created was like. MC leaned back in their chair, trying to comprehend what it would be like to just...exist fully without having to go through childhood.

Mammon grinned, one hand on his hips. “See I knew it would be great, and it’s all thanks to my genius.” He pulled something out of his pocket, holding it between his fingers as he waved it around in the air. “I knew whatever that sketchy sorcerer had on him had to be good.” MC’s body froze, eyes focused on the bottle Mammon possessed, the same size and style of the one Solomon had put in his pocket. The only difference was the contents were missing.

MC opened their mouth, ready to demand that everyone stop eating, but unfortunately it was already too late. The only thing Mammon had done perfectly was time his reveal right before the potion went into effect, all the brothers bowling over and collapsing to the ground. Their clothes and bodies magically shifting into miniature versions of themselves.

Lucifer

He was the first to get up, taking in the now larger scale of everything around him. Noticing especially how MC was on their knees beside him and yet was at the same height level. He felt the lungs in his chest tighten, now looking at his younger brothers, who...were now all exceptionally young. All looking like humans did at around the age of five. He screamed Mammon’s name, but cut himself off short when he heard what his voice sounded like now, his small hands cupping his own throat. He looked at MC once more, seeing the reflection of his child-like body in their eyes. His pride might as well have been shattered on the ground. Before he was seen in this embarrassing state any further, he sped off to his room.

He did his best to prevent MC from following him into his bedroom by leaning into the door with his own body. He was even more crushed to find not only did he not have most of his power, but he was extremely weak and vulnerable. Not to mention he was feeling raw emotions. He would control himself, he had to control himself. When MC came into the room they saw him standing there with his best attempt at a death glare, arms folded across his tiny red vest.

It didn’t do nearly what he wanted it to. MC saw the small Lucifer, his usually sharp-edged face now covered in soft curves, his piercing eyes now hidden behind floppy hair too big for his head. He didn’t even seem to realise his lips were in a strong pout. MC almost felt like crying looking at him, and they stifled a laugh.

Being laughed at was the final cut at his pride already barely hanging on by a flimsy string. This form he had now was unable to control emotions like his typical body could. Big tears started rolling down his face as he ran towards MC, his only thought being comfort.

“Don’t laugh at me! Change me back!” He wailed. MC scooped him up in their arms, apologizing deeply about laughing. They pet his small head, feeling two nubs poking out from under his hair where he usually had his horns when he was in demon form. Once he let all of his emotions out, he dried his own eyes and calmed down.

His new state didn’t keep him from being any less bossy, standing there, barely up to MC’s waist, head held high as he continued to try to tell MC and his brothers what to do. He didn’t like having MC be the head of the house, at all, even though they now had to take care of all of them. If MC has to tell him to stop hitting Mammon or go to bed, he’ll usually throw a tantrum. He will not be told what to do, he’s not a child, he’s not! MC takes this time to give the Prideful First-born Demon a scolding, and after the first few times he’s forced to sit in timeout, he begrudgingly obeys MC for the rest of the curse.

He’ll do his best as the older brother to help MC take care of everyone, but he’ll end up being one of the most needy. He’ll follow MC around, copying them, doing exactly what they’re doing. If MC tells one of the brothers to do something, he’ll repeat them, doing the same gesture in order to regain a more authoritative status. He likes to also stand on tables and chairs, he needs to be above everyone.

Until he’s back to normal, MC puts him to bed at the same time every night, helping him change into smaller versions of his PJ's (delivered thanks to Diavolo). The only way he can fall asleep is if MC sings old lullabies he hasn’t heard in millennia.

Mammon

When he woke up, he didn’t really comprehend the new change in his form. He was blind to the fact that he had accidentally turned himself and his brothers into children. He still wasn’t done feeling angry about Solomon, being greedy over who MC spends their time with. When he saw MC, he strutted up to them, not understanding that MC now towered over him. He put his hands on his hips, chewing MC out for hanging out with the sorcerer. His filter in his childish state was even worse, almost nonexistent, and he called Solomon by words that should not be coming out of any tiny mouth.

“Mammon!”

Hearing that almost degrading stern tone coming from MC made him stop in his tracks. He tilted his head back to look up at them. Since when did he have to look up that much? Since when had the furniture in his home been so big? He looked around at the other little chaotic bodies in the room, finally connecting that the little tykes were his brothers. He grabbed the bottom of MC’s shirt.

“What did Solomon do to us?!”

“Solomon didn’t do anything, did you steal his potion?” MC had their arms folded like a much too familiar older brother of his, looking at him with a frown. They sounded...disappointed. He started to blink away moisture he didn’t comprehend was tears. MC had to repeat themselves. “Mammon, did you steal from Solomon, yes or no?” He stuttered out a quiet yes, looking down at the floor.

MC rubbed the sides of his little arms and turned him around to look at the rest of his siblings who seemed to be waiting. Most of them looked angry, ready to beat Mammon down with their tiny fists, but MC ordered them all to stay there and listen. If it weren’t for the fact that somehow now MC seemed much scarier, they wouldn't be obedient. MC told Mammon to apologize to them since he got them all in this predicament in the first place. He stood there for a long time, doing his best to bribe his way out of the situation, but MC wouldn’t budge. When he finally said his sorries, he did so with a waterfall of tears, turning and crying into MC’s leg, explaining that he only did this because he didn’t want Solomon to steal MC away anymore.

During the time they’re all affected, MC realizes exactly why Lucifer is always so hard on Mammon. He just never stops. He’s a ball of energy, always getting into something, always leaving a mess wherever he goes. MC has their hands full just keeping up with him.

He never wants to share toys with his brothers, and MC oftentimes has to get everyone something of their own so Mammon doesn’t steal. He also somehow got into MCs phone and used their information to buy several things off of Akuzon. MC punished him by locking away all his toys. It didn’t last long, however, because Mammon kept whimpering, fluttering his long eyelashes over his big shimmering gold-speckled eyes. He’d endlessly call MC’s name over and over again, cuddling into them and begging for his stuff back. Just his soft adorable face alone could get MC to give him anything he wanted.

Mammon is always with MC, and he’ll get angry over anyone who wants to play with them. He wanted them! He did! The only reason why this happened was because he wanted to be with them. So he didn’t want anyone else around.

MC puts him to sleep by rubbing his back over his little fragile wings and sings sleepy songs about the stuff they’ll buy for him.

Levi

He was absolutely mortified. It took him awhile just to get to his feet, he was shaking so badly with embarrassment. As if he wasn’t already self conscious enough, now he was...he was. He snuck away and hid while MC was distracted with his six other insane brothers. He didn’t want to be like that, he didn’t want to be a bother. He didn’t want to be a needy child! And yet he could feel his tiny body filled with Envy. The way MC was holding, coddling, and taking care of everyone else, why weren’t they doing that for him?

When MC went looking for him, they followed the sound of small sniffles. It wouldn’t have been hard to find him anyway, since his big hiding place was in the comfort of his room. He was huddled under his gaming desk, clutching a Ruri-chan plushie to his cheek, speckled in his tears. When MC called his name he scattered to another corner of his room, pulling his tiny hood over his tiny face. He wanted to get into his tub-bed, but he couldn’t even pull himself in.

“Levi, do you want to tell me why you’re upset?”

He shook his head vigorously, managing to make himself seem so small he was hidden behind the plushie he was gripping. He didn’t seem to want to speak so MC had to play the guessing game. He wasn’t upset over Mammon, he wasn’t upset at anyone else, and then when MC asked if he was upset about himself, he got real quiet. MC consoled him by telling him this was a temporary setback, something akin to the shows he watches. It was just a filler episode, not a major plot point, so he had nothing to worry about. Normally this would’ve helped cheer him up just fine, but it wasn’t enough, so MC had to bribe him out of hiding by telling him they would watch all the shows he wanted until he was better.

When he came out, he rushed to them, burying his face in their clothes and cried so hard he gave himself the hiccups. MC was confused, thinking that they were trying their best to convince him to feel better, not to sob. MC did their best to make him feel better, rocking back and forth with him in their arms, rubbing his back, even turning on his consoles so he could play. He only felt satisfied when he thought he was getting the same amount of attention his brothers were getting.

He’s the biggest crybaby and the epitome of the “it’s not fair” child. If Mammon has more toys than him, he’s going to cry. If MC tells him he has to go to his room, he’s going to cry. If Beel ends up eating some of his food, yep, he’s going to cry. MC has a panic attack over how dehydrated this kid is going to be and has to constantly give him water to drink.

The only time he’s relatively happy is when MC has him in their lap as they hang out in his room, playing a game or watching a show. The best way to get him to sleep is to put on a documentary. Puts him out like a light.

Satan

When he woke up, it was like all hell had broken loose, and that could mean either figuratively or literally at this point. He was a tiny ball of rage. No later than five seconds of consciousness before he was on top of Mammon ready to kill him for turning them all to kids. He was definitely that kid who solved problems with fights. MC had to quickly rush over and pick him up only to have Satan kicking, punching, and screaming. He flailed in their arms, and MC had to drag him into a private room to quickly get things straight.

“I know this is inconvenient, and I know you’re angry, but no kicking, no punching, I don’t want to see you lay a hand on anyone, understand?”

He did understand, logically, but no matter what he tried telling his brain, his body didn’t want to follow. Even as his normal self it was hard keeping all that anger under control, and now as this...this...thing he was, all he wanted to do was scream. So scream he did, he shrieked for hours, MC doing their best to keep him safe as he tore up and almost destroyed his own room. He yelled so loudly for so long he lost his voice, resorting then to something he didn’t know was an option. Angry tears.

He took the bottom of his small green shirt and balled it up in his hands, looking confused as wet drops fell from his face. His voice now gone, all that was left was squeaks as his tiny frame started to shudder. He let MC hold him tight as he cried, scrunching up the fabric of their clothes tightly as all the pent up emotion he usually kept inside him had no choice but to keep flooding out of his eyes. MC shushed him, trying to tell him that this was an experience that would benefit his education and curiosity.

It took him a long long time to calm down, but when he did, his demeanor was similar to the one MC was most used to, the quiet curious Satan. Occasionally MC did have to keep him from losing his temper, doing their best to not have to scream at the small demon for having knives or breaking things. But most of the time he read books, books that were too big for his now smaller hands to hold. He either had the book wide open in his lap, or he had MC hold it for him as he sat in their lap. MC adored how he would tilt his head back against their chest, looking at them while politely asking them to turn the page. On the rare occasion, sometimes MC would find Satan outside, using a stick to pick at bugs in the dirt, watching how they move. They would’ve almost found it cute till they realized he was using them to fight to the death. MC monitors him anytime he’s outside now.

He’s the hardest to get to sleep, he’s always asking MC endless questions. MC is never sure if he’s testing their knowledge or asking them in earnest. Either way, it’s always way too late in the night for wondering what the world would be like if giraffes were as popular as a common household cat. He always needs a warm hot chocolate, a boring book, and MC’s angelic patience before he’ll finally drift to sleep.

Asmo

When he regains consciousness and looks at himself in the mirror after the event, he cannot get over how adorable he is. He looks so squeezable and huggable. But then...he feels...hollow? While all the other sins are things that are easily available as kids, his...is gone. He’s missing those...adult urges he’s so used to feeling. His normal burning desire, his flirtation, his charm, all vanished along with his adult appearance. He almost takes this harder than Lucifer. He’s not sure how to act, how to feel, his whole life in the Devildom was driven around his core sin.

MC is infinitely concerned when Asmo doesn’t smile, doesn’t speak, doesn’t know how to, well, how to do anything. They do their best to cheer him up with the other things he loves. They dress him up in adorable clothes, they pet his head and tell him how cute he is, but this is enormously hard for him. The typically boisterous Asmo was now nonchalant.

It takes a while for MC to convince him that he is Asmo, he is not his sin. He might be more easily persuaded by it, but that’s not all there is to him. They hold his whole tiny face in their hands, thumbs rubbing his wet cheeks dry. They tell him they miss his bubbly nature, his cute voice, his endless compliments, his sweet disposition. They want Asmo back. This little speech with added cuddles brings Asmo back for the most part.

He’s the sweetest little kid MC has ever met. He’s always cheering his brothers up, pulling off doll fashion shows, and making sure MC feels appreciated. He wants to be in their arms almost 24/7, wanting to be carted around if MC can manage. This whole experience causes him to feel something in his chest that makes him feel a kind of warm and fuzzy that he’s never felt before. It’s not lust...but something sweeter, more innocent and he’s not sure what to call it.

MC almost was going to reward him for being the best kid in the household till they spent hours helping him get clean after he did his best to do a spectacular makeover. He was unaware of how hard it was to maneuver these bodies, and now his face and room was a mess. MC was just thankful that the mess was on him and he didn’t attempt to give MC the makeover.

Asmo will only sleep with MC holding him. Something about the cold darkness of his room when he’s alone makes him panic. He likes being able to feel comforted, hearing MC’s heartbeat while they work on smothering him in adorable chaste kisses, his little giggles adorably addicting. That same warm feeling in his heart letting him feel comfortable enough to shut his eyes and get some rest.

Beel

He woke up holding onto Belphie’s hand only to find that the hand he was holding was much smaller than he remembered. Upon further discovery, all of Belphie was much smaller than he remembered. It takes him a few minutes to connect the dots since he was getting distracted on the food still on the dinner table, but once he figures it out, he just blinks. He’s the only one fairly calm about it. Sure he’s upset, but he likes to be an optimist, and by being this small, all his portions of food are all that much bigger.

His size does end up being an inconvenience for him, though. Most of his favorite snacks are high on the shelves in hard to reach cupboards. Not to mention now MC refuses to let him near the stove, so he can’t cook himself anything. He eats more than any human child should and yet he feels like he’s starving.

He can’t help but run to MC and softly beg for more snacks, gently tugging on their clothes. Most of the time, MC obliges, petting his soft red hair while he eats his food and lets his legs dangle off the edge of his seat. Until he starts letting his gluttony take over and steals his sibling’s snacks.

MC tried punishing him by taking away dessert privileges that night, not knowing what kind of monster they unleashed when they told him no. His shining eyes went darker, and the best mannered kid MC knew went sour in a heartbeat. He threw a massive demonic tantrum, screaming, throwing food and plates, causing MC to break down and give him what he wanted, drying his tears with an exasperated sigh while they now had to clean up broken glass and wipe down the entire kitchen.

He was the easiest to take care of in every other aspect, though, as long as he wasn’t denied food. He’d help MC and Lucifer watch his brothers, breaking up fights and comforting them when they cry. He would squeeze each of them tightly, as supportive as ever. He would even still do his best to protect MC in his state. Even as tiny as he was he still put his whole body into his hugs, acting like MC wasn’t now twice the size he was. He would clean up his messes without MC having to ask, and he’d go to bed as long as he had a bedtime snack and a glass of warm milk. He’d insist on tucking Belphie into bed, and then sweetly wish MC goodnight.

Belphie

He took forever to wake up, almost giving MC a heart attack wondering if he had been put into some sort of infantile coma. He eventually got up, opening his eyes to himself in MC’s arms. He wasn’t going to complain, they were very comfortable. When he realized he now resembled a small child...he was too tired to complain. He never did anything different from his normal form anyway. Sleep, eat if he needed to, be highly slothful and irritated. He was so similar to his usual mood, it amused MC greatly. They didn’t want to say that this meant he was always a baby but...the facts were right in front of them.

Adult, child, it didn’t matter, he was going to be monotone, demanding, and sleep as much as possible. In fact, now that he didn’t have responsibilities and Lucifer breathing down his neck, he was sleeping more than usual, and he demanded that MC carry him. If he was awake and MC ever put him down, he would cry until he got picked back up, comfortably against MC’s hip, face nestled in MC’s neck. It makes it so much harder for MC to get stuff done, but they can’t give up the feeling of his little eyelashes and bangs brushing against their skin, the smallest hint of a smile in the corners of his mouth. Plus, if they do anything he doesn’t like, he’ll pull on their hair, so it's best to keep him happy.

The first night they had changed, MC put Belphie in his own bed, tucked him in and wished him sweet dreams, and once they were sure all the brothers were asleep, they went to their room and went to bed for the night, absolutely exhausted. Not even an hour after they went to bed, they felt a large weight on their body. They opened their eyes and saw Belphie, his skin shining in the moonlight from tears.

“Bad dream?”

He nodded, making a small sniffling noise. MC lifted up the blankets, letting him crawl in. He got close to them, keeping the fabric of their pajamas in a death grip. MC put their arm around him, making him feel safe and sleepy. He dried his tears and shut his eyes, not having any nightmares during the night.

Only, now, he won’t go to sleep in his own bed, it has to be with MC. Of course, this makes all the brothers jealous, and so after one night of some semblance of peace is resulted in seven little demon brothers all bundled up close together, each needy for MC’s warmth and attention.

After

It was an entire week before Solomon came back with the completed antidote for the potion. It tasted disgusting, and MC and Solomon had to wrangle all the demons, holding them down to get them to take it. It was surprising after all their frustration towards their position that they would be hesitant to return to normal.

After they’re back in their normal bodies, each of them are as red as tomatoes, looking at the floor instead of MC’s face. None of them will mention what happened, even if MC tries to tease them about it, they act like they have amnesia. None of them remember all the photos that MC had taken of them, nor do they know about all the ones they’ve shared to Diavolo.

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