#the brick store takes more of the money it gives me

[fourtyfaregates]

as if my wallet had any more reason to cry... i'm excited though!!

[partycatty]

thinking about young mk11 johnny being a bad boyfriend then you meet him again years later when he’s mature and he REGRETS IT SO BAD

i have so many ideas but i can’t get them out recently so ur account gives me life lol <3

OUGH it aches in the bones

older!johnny cage > as the day you left

notes: oooghuig "in another life" trope hurts so BAD.

[ masterlist ]

• a military job wasn't in your grand plan, but a position opened for equipment maintenance it was hard to turn down the potentially heavy paycheck.

• you were buried in your paperwork, taking quick strides to your office to make sense of your diagnostics and order the proper parts for one of the on-field machines when you slam into what feels like a brick wall. just as the force of the blow sends you backward, a hand grabs your arm and suspends you mid-fall.

• you don't even have time to properly react to the scene, only opening your harshly clenched eyes to meet your savior.

• "sorry, i wasn't looking where i—" your apology was cut off when you properly processed just who was in front of you. even with the tattoo peeking through his shirt, you knew that face from anywhere. "johnny?"

• you expected johnny to not even remember you, maybe take a second to realize you weren't just a fan. this expectation is torn from you when he replies with your name, loud and clear. his eyes are wide. gently, he lets go of you to allow you to regain your footing, pulling away as if you were a glass doll bound to shatter.

• he looked the same as when you walked out, perhaps a little more weathered but glowing with charm and personality just as he did twenty odd years ago. thankfully, you thought, he never lost that puppy-like shine in his eyes.

• the moment was lost to him the second he locked eyes. just like that, a torrent of memories flooded back to him. you two were young, too young to be serious in his eyes. johnny was in his acting prime and he couldn't help but flaunt it. all those smiles and sparkly outfits for the cameras but as soon as you were behind closed doors you were nothing more but exhausted.

• "i can't keep living like my life is under a microscope," you huffed, shrugging off the luxury shawl johnny went through hell to make sure you'd have for the red carpet. "would it kill you to just settle down, slow down? i want kids, johnny! i want to go to the store without paparazzi up my ass, i don't need stalkers on our property, i don't need the gold and glamor all the damn time!"

• "well, that's on you for choosing a megastar!" johnny shouted back, undoing his tie in one harsh tug. "all you've ever done is complain when you are literally living large! mansions, super cars, money! and you're complaining."

• you spin around, a horrified expression on your face as you unpacked his wording. "i didn't choose a megastar," your voice drops, so angry you couldn't bring yourself to shout. "i chose john carlton. where the hell is he now, because all i see is a narcissistic child that refuses to grow up."

• you slide your engagement ring off and you slam it into the ground. johnny's eyes widen as he immediately drops to his knees, trying desperately to grasp at the ring as it rolls and spirals out of grasp. he curses to himself, then at you.

• "look at yourself," you grit your teeth. "you care more about a rock than your fiancée. we're done, johnny. you can go tell the media that, too, since that's all you care about."

• johnny blinks once, then twice. he swallows thickly.

• "i'm sorry," is all he can mutter out. god, how he wishes he could say more, but time felt nonexistent when looking at your face. you, however, didn't quite understand his meaning and brushed yourself off.

• "no, it's fine, really," you try to shove past him, anything to break this eye contact that feels as if it's pulling you apart piece by piece. as you think you're out of the weeds, his hand finds its place on your arm once more.

• "please look at me," he pleads, voice barely above a mumble. "i-i haven't seen you in..."

• "—twenty six years," you blink up at him, straining yourself so hard to not break down. "forget it."

• "i'm sorry," he emphasizes the phrase again. "i... i was an asshole, an arrogant, self-centered—"

• "johnny." you cut him off, face stern but voice soft. "it was so many years ago."

• "i know, i know, but — fuck — you've... you've been on my mind this entire time. you never left. god, when you left it felt like my entire... everything fell apart."

• you want to interject, stop him from this spiral, but you can tell he had it bottled up for so long, you'd be cruel to deny him of it now. that, and you had an unfortunate tendency to hear people out and forgive those who don't need your forgiveness.

• "when you walked out i realized just how good i could've had it. you were the only sane person in my world, you tried so hard to keep me in track but i was so afraid of being nothing that i... chose my priorities wrong. you know, i've kept your contact information, even... just in case."

• "i changed my number years ago, johnny. to stop the media from bugging me for a comment."

• "just another thing i fucked up," he runs a hand through his hair. "sorry, i don't mean to be all self destructive." he pauses, and eyes you down. you yourself aged well too, fine lines and trickles of grey hair peeking through your uniform hat. johnny chuckles dryly as his eyes focus on the little details. "you look just as beautiful as the day you left me."

• "don't do this," you quietly plead, eyes now feeling wet and face feeling hot. "not now. not after all this time."

• "i..." he swallows again, now averting his eye contact. the pause is long, and you almost considered walking away before he speaks up again. "i got married, by the way, though i'm sure you saw... in the news."

• "i haven't." johnny shoots a dubious look at you, then realizes you probably avoided his name like the plague in news articles.

• "my wife runs the army. my daughter is commander."

• "daughter?" now it was your turn to frown.

• "cass... cassandra?" johnny explains, though you sense a hint of shame in his tone. "cassie."

• "didn't strike you for a family man." the irony stings when it slips past your lips.

• "i didn't either," he wipes his face. "but i realized... far too late... that what i wanted more than a legacy for myself was a legacy for my family. i wanted my efforts to mean something. i wanted to better the world with more than just shitty movies."

• just as your turn rose to frown, now you couldn't help but let out a chuckle yourself. "your movies weren't shitty," you reply, smiling weakly. "i liked them."

• "no you didn't," his grin is teasing, and you notice just how deep his smile lines were. "no need to lie."

• "honest to god," you hold a hand up, swearing. "they were a nice escape from reality."

• his lips turn into a fine line. maybe your choice of wording was more painful than intended. his fists clench and unclench and you watch his mouth fight to get more words out.

• "i wish..." the always confident actor couldn't bring himself to look at you. "i wish i had grown up sooner, you know." johnny could be digging a dangerous hole, but he didn't care in the moment. he felt young again, nostalgic. "we could have had a life like this together, like you want... wanted."

• "you have that now," you get defensive, trying to put a barrier between his words and your heart. "a wife, a kid, a good job. you got what you wanted."

• "but it's not with you."

• whether it was dread or excitement, your heart flutters. was it really true that after all this time, he still wanted you, missed you like you missed his mature self? your thoughts of what could've been claw their way into your mind, and you feel hazy. your eyes wander around his form again, taking in his impressive physique, kind eyes, mature outfit... stopping at the ring finger. your breath feels sucked from your lungs when you pull yourself back to reality.

• "maybe in another life," you propose, a weak shrug tugging at your shoulders. "but i hope you know i don't... i don't regret what we had. our story, though, ended twenty six years ago, johnny. you're in a new chapter, enjoy it, okay?"

• the rejection at his desperation feels like a gunshot to the chest, like he could just die then and there. yeah, he had roots here, but if you had just asked him to run away with you, lord knows he'd consider it. but you wouldn't ask him to do such a thing, when he's finally got his shit figured out.

• another coworker enters the long hallway, entranced in their task that tears both of your attentions away from the heavy conversation. you know even still that his reputation is important, on screen and now off, too. so, you abandon the conversation as it stands, not giving johnny a chance to agree to your request and spin on your heel, returning to your own assignment and leaving him to his own. your head is down as you hug the papers, wishing to forget that you work with your ex-soulmate. it's an impossible task, really, when you catch his lingering cologne and scent on your body from his hold. that scent didn't change, either.

• johnny feels frozen in place, afraid to move and lose the moment where it stands. he watches you until you turn the corner, and listens for your footsteps until there isn't a trace of them anymore. his heart feels... heavy.

[sapphire-writes]

Thin Ice (modern!HOTD)

pairing: Aegon x Reader & Cregan Stark x Reader

summary: You travel home with Aegon for the funeral of his father.

rating: Mature (detailed warning below the cut)

series masterlist

previous chapter ~ Ch. 9: Mirrors ~ next chapter

warnings: language, descriptions of death/funerals, descriptions of cuticle picking, oral (m & f receiving, 69), p in v, fingering, spanking, general violence (sibling v. sibling)

word count: 4.9k

note: hope you enjoy this chapter! thanks for all the love so far!

dividers by @firefly-graphics

Aemond is freakishly punctual. You discover this when you make it through security and realize you’re two hours early for your flight. Aegon groans dramatically, pulling you towards a store to stock up on snacks while you wait. 

Criston and Aemond seem unbothered, heading to camp out at the gate for the next couple of hours. After spending way too much money on snacks, and way too much time in the airport, your flight boards and you’re headed to the Targaryen home. Dragonstone.

You’d been there briefly once when you went home with Helaena last winter break. But that was short-lived as you left with the family to head north to their winter home. Aegon slept for most of the flight, his fingers laced through yours the entire time. 

The drive back to the Targaryen home doesn’t take much time at all; Criston had left his car at the airport and sped out of the parking garage with surprising speed. Dragonstone was a pretty town, covered in a layer of powdery snow that had mostly melted to a gray slush on the streets. 

The air was cold as you exited the warmth of the car when pulling up to the house. The last time you’d been here, it had been during the evening. But now, in the afternoon sun, the Targaryen family home stood in all its glory. A tall, brick mansion really, more so than a home. As you walk up the steps you keep your hand in Aegon’s until the front door opens and you pull your hand away. 

Helaena runs out the front door to greet you, her hair like a silver cloud trailing behind her. 

“You came with Egg,” Helaena says, crushing you in a hug.

You wonder for a moment if she knows if she senses it somehow, this thing between you and her brother, but then she continues speaking.

“Thank you for getting him here,” she murmurs against your shoulder, “It means a lot. To my mom.”

Your heart sinks and you nod.

“Of course, Hel,” you tell her. 

She hugs each of her brothers, following Aemond into the house. You and Aegon trail behind a few feet. His eyes fall on your empty hand, his expression like that of a dog that’s been kicked. You reach for him once more.

“After,” you tell Aegon, squeezing his hand. He nods, understanding.

You'd spent the afternoon catching up with Helaena, trying not to wonder how Aegon is doing. He’d made himself scarce this evening, trying to give you as much space as possible to be with Helaena. But you missed him. Even under the same roof, you feel so far from him.

You’re getting ready for bed, brushing your teeth with Helaena in the rather large hallway bathroom. Double marble sinks, a full shower. Sometimes you forget just how loaded the Targareyns are. 

Helaena finishes brushing her teeth, retreating to her room. As she leaves, Aegon pushes by her, joining you in the bathroom. His violet eyes meet yours in the mirror, a mischievous smile on his face.

“What are you doing?” you hissed.

“Brushing my teeth,” he answers, placing the toothbrush in his mouth.

You roll your eyes and continue brushing. Aegon reaches out his free hand, pinching the fabric of your pajama top between his thumb and forefinger. You raise an eyebrow at him, before spitting into the sink. 

He tugs gently at your shirt, beckoning you closer.

“Come cuddle with me,” he murmurs, around his toothbrush, poking you in the side, “I miss you.” 

You twist away from him, a giggle leaving your lips. Your chest warms with the knowledge that he’s missed you as much as you’ve been missing him. 

“I can’t,” you tell him, as he rolls your eyes. 

You wipe your mouth as he finishes brushing his teeth. After he spits he stands in front of you, smiling widely to show his handy work. You release a breathy laugh at his silly behavior, to which his eyes narrow playfully. 

“Kiss goodnight?” Aegon asks, jutting out his lower lip. You decide to indulge him, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. 

He hums, hands reaching for your hips, pulling him back against you to kiss you once more.

“Goodnight,” you giggle against his lips. Aegon kisses you again.

And again. 

“Goodnight,” he murmurs against your lips, hand reaching to cup the back of your neck, still continuing to kiss you. 

You somehow find the strength to pull yourself away from his intoxicating touch, even as he whines disapprovingly as you do so. You head back to Helaena’s room, a stupid grin plastered on your face as you enter. She’s laying in bed already, gaze locked on her ceiling.

You join her, laying beside her and mirroring her position. There are several glow-in-the-dark stars stuck on the ceiling, glowing faintly a greenish-yellow color. You start to count them, listening to the rise and fall of Helaena’s breath.

“I’m not sad,” she says suddenly, and you stop counting at thirteen.

“What do you mean?” you ask, rolling on your side to face her. 

Helaena sighs and closes her eyes before she continues speaking. 

“My dad and I weren’t that close. Not really. And…” she wets her lips, “He really only had one daughter.” Helaena’s eyes remain closed as she says it. You bring your hand to hold hers, squeezing it softly.

“You don’t have to say anything,” she tells you, a tear escaping her eye and rolling off her cheek, onto the pillow, “I just…I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel.”

“Fuck how you’re supposed to feel,” you tell her, “Whatever you feel, however you feel about this Hel is okay. There’s no wrong way.”

Helaena’s eyes flutter open and she turns her head to look at you. Her lavender eyes watch you a moment before she purses her lips and nods. 

“I’m really glad you’re here,” she says softly.

“Me too,” you agree, returning her smile with one of your own. You squeeze her hand once more before letting go.

Helaena’s breathing grows heavy as you lie on your back once more, starting over with your counting of the stars on her ceiling. 

You make it to 72 before you decide you really can’t sleep. Helaena snores beside you as you fiddle with your fingers before checking the time on your phone. Even with the brightness on the lowest setting it still feels too harsh on your eyes as you glance at the time. 

1:37 am

 Fuck. 

You can hear muffled noises from around the house, down the hall. You doubt Alicent is getting any sleep. Apparently, a lot happens right after someone dies. It seems people have been in and out of the house all day speaking with Viserys’ widow. 

It’s going to be a long night if you can’t sleep. 

You rise from Helaena’s bed, letting the sheets fall as you quietly tip-toe out of her room. You close the door gently behind you as you head down the hall. You’ll just grab a glass of water, and then-

His voice. You clearly hear Aegon’s voice behind the fourth door you pass. It’s closed and you lean closer. It’s Aegon for sure. He’s cursing someone out, probably playing a video game or something. You knock gently on the door and his voice stops. You hear him shuffle around for a moment before the door opens, revealing a shirtless Aegon with gray sweats hanging low on his hips.

Aegon’s lips curl into a smile as he sees you, and he steps to the side, motioning for you to enter.

“This is your room?” you ask, stepping inside as he closes the door behind you. 

Aegon nods, holding his arms open. It’s a nice room, decent sized with a large king-sized bed in the middle. It looks like Alicent took control of decorating- apart from several hockey posters the room is very not Aegon. 

“It’s nice,” you tell him, smiling.

“You come to cuddle?” Aegon asks, walking toward you.

“Just for a little bit,” you warn him as he stands in front of you, “I can’t sleep.”

“I know the perfect thing for that,” he says like he’s discovered the cure for greyscale.

You laugh softly.

“I’m sure you do,” you tease as Aegon smiles pulling you in for a kiss. 

He kisses you slowly and softly, building with intensity as he tilts his head. With a sigh, he slips his tongue into your mouth, the familiar cold of his tongue ring making you shiver. Aegon backs up, taking you with him as his knees hit the edge of the bed and he tumbles onto it. 

Your hands tangle in his silver hair, nails scraping against the back of his neck. Aegon groans as you do that.

“You wanna play another game?” Aegon asks, kissing the tip of your nose.

“You know you sound like Jigsaw when you say that, right?” you tease, kissing him again. Aegon moves to kiss your collarbone, lips climbing up your neck.

“Wanna play a game?” Aegon says, imitating the Saw character. You burst into laughter, and Aegon places his hand over your mouth, shushing you. 

“Shhh,” he says softly, though he’s in stitches as well.

You take a moment more before you’re okay enough to continue. 

“What game?” you ask, anticipation curling in your belly. 

“I want to see who can cum first,” Aegon says, keeping his voice low, “And whoever does, loses.”

Your heart pounds wildly in your chest. He always says these things so casually, like he has no idea it sends your pulse racing. Or maybe he does, maybe that’s why he likes doing it. His fingers are tracing a path down your side on the exposed flesh from your pajama top that has ridden up. 

“Aegon,” you tell him sternly, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Your family is here.”

“Makes it even more fun,” he tells you with a shrug as his fingers trace lazy patterns on your lower stomach, “Just stay quiet, baby.”

“That’s kinda difficult when you’re oooh,” you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut as his fingers drift below your waistband, stroking the front of your panties.

“Fuck you’re wet already,” Aegon muses, “I get you all excited, bunny?” His teeth find purchase on your earlobe as he says it and you buck your hips against his fingers. “I think you want to play.”

“Aegon,” you whimper, nails digging into his shoulder, dragging him closer to you.

“Say it,” Aegon encourages, fingers slipping underneath your panties and dragging slow circles over your clit.

Your lashes flutter and you meet his eyes, warmth flooding through you.

“I want to play,” you whine, as he sinks a finger into your tight heat, “Oh fuck.”

Aegon hums appreciatively, kissing the side of your neck as he steadily fingers you, curling his finger to stroke against your sweet spot.

“Give me one, and then we’ll play,” he says, adding a second finger inside you. Your jaw slacks and you spread your legs wider, bending your knees against the mattress allowing him more room to continue. 

Your orgasm quickly builds, winding tighter in your belly until your pussy constricts his fingers, spasming into your release. Your legs tremble and Aegon removes his fingers slowly, bringing them to his mouth to lick clean. 

“Fucking perfect,” he moans as you watch with wide eyes. Aegon grins before laying on his back. “Now get up here.”

Your face floods with warmth.

“What?” you ask.

“You’re gonna ride my face,” Aegon clarifies.

“Are-are you sure?” you manage to squeak. You’d done it a couple of times- guys loved 69’ing for some reason- but you were never the biggest fan when doing it with male partners. But for some reason, the thought of doing it with Aegon, and the temptation of his game, had your heart racing. 

“Mhmm,” Aegon says, “Very sure. Desperate actually.” That makes you giggle. He always knows how to make you feel comfortable.

“Come up here, bunny, I’m getting impatient,” he teases and you remove your shorts and shirt. Aegon takes the time to remove his sweatpants and you get a glimpse of his full tattoo that runs down his ribs to his thigh. 

You’ve only seen the top half before, so you find yourself staring for a moment, admiring the full body of the dragon, before Aegon whistles at you.

“Goddamn, bunny,” he says, eyes roaming your naked form.

You don’t make him wait any longer. You move to straddle his face, thighs on either side of his head as you lower your dripping pussy onto him. Just as his tongue spreads your folds, you wrap your hand around his hardened length, earning a moan from him. 

Aegon truly has a beautiful cock. You’d never taken the time to appreciate it as much as you do right now. Long, thick, and pale except for the red tip that weeps with precum. There are several veins running down the shaft that you run your fingers along gently, causing Aegon to shiver. He’s girthier than anyone you’d been with previously. 

Anticipation coils in your gut at the thought of sucking Aegon’s cock. You hadn’t done that yet. A moan leaves your lips as he drags his tongue to circle your clit before diving lower to tease at your entrance. You wet your lips, pumping him in your hand a few more times before lowering your lips to the tip.

You wrap your lips around his tip, letting your tongue flick out against his slit, cleaning off the precum that gathered there. The warm and salty taste coats your tongue and you hum appreciatively. Aegon hisses below you, you can feel his breath against your center. You hollow your cheeks, still just suckling at his tip. This awards you a deep groan from him and he lets his hand smack harshly against your right asscheek. 

You yelp in surprise, popping your mouth off of his cock for a moment.

“You tease,” Aegon murmurs, before starting to fuck you with the warm, wet muscle of his tongue. You giggle, bringing your mouth to him once more. 

You bob your head around him, taking more of him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, and trying to remember to breathe through your nose. Jesus, he’s big. You take what you can’t fit into your mouth into your hand as you move up and down along his shaft. Drool seeps down from your mouth, and you lube up your hand to join in your ministries. 

“Fuck,” Aegon curses below you and you can’t help but smile. He digs his hands into your asscheeks, pressing you as close as he can to his eager mouth as he laps away, “Jesus bunny.”

Pride courses through you, and you move your hand to play with his balls. His hips jerk upwards at your touch as you fondly them carefully in tandem with the movement of your mouth.

“Okay shiiiit,” Aegon says breathily, “You’re trying to win, fuuuck.” You hum against him as he curses, hoping the vibrations drive him crazy. They seem to, as he releases another string of curses and brings his hand to help his mouth. 

You moan as you feel his finger enter you, curling upwards against your sweet spot, stroking it with intense purpose. The bastard knows how to get what he wants. You try to keep up your rhythm, you have him right in the palm of your hand, but then he adds another finger, wraps his lips around your bud, and sucks and you tremble against him, grinding your pussy against his face as you fall apart.

“Fuck!” you quietly yell as your orgasm crashes over you and Aegon chuckles from below. 

You pull yourself off of him, and he grabs your hips, pushing you onto your back and climbing on top of you. His smile is smug, and his chin is glistening with your slickness as he kisses you. You hold him close, kissing him desperately as he grinds against you, his cock wet and heavy against your thigh.

“You win,” you breathe, “What’s your prize?”

Aegon hums against your lips, reaching down to sling your leg over his shoulder, before guiding his cock to your entrance. Your lips part as he sinks in, stretching you out in the best way before bottoming out in your tight heat. Aegon presses his forehead against you, resting for a moment, not moving. 

“You’re my prize,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Emotion swells in your chest at his words, and he rolls his hips against you. Sparks of pleasure dance through your abdomen, trickling down your legs and up your spine. 

It’s slow and sweet, every roll of his hips carefully calculated like he’s trying to feel every inch of you. The pressure in your gut builds with every thrust and Aegon brushes some sweat from your forehead. You tremble, from pleasure and the emotions of lovemaking. 

Lovemaking.

That’s what it feels like, as he looks into your eyes, as you hold his neck in one hand and claw at his lower back with the other. This feels like love. This feels like love. Your breathing turns to gasps as Aegon brings his hand between you, rubbing your clit. 

“Aegon,” you whimper. I love you.

“I know baby,” he answers, but you don’t say anything except his name.

“Aegon,” you whimper again, fighting tears as he buries his face in your shoulder. 

You slide your leg off of his shoulder, wrapping it around his waist, keeping him deep inside of you as you cum for the third time. Aegon’s hips stutter as he finds his release as well, staying inside you a moment more, kissing your lips again. 

He lays on top of you, nearly crushing you not that you mind. You want him to never move, just stay on top of you like your own personal weighted blanket. 

“Stay,” he murmurs, kissing your lips softly as he wraps his arms around you, holding your tightly against his chest, “Stay, just for a little bit.”

You should head back to Helaena’s room. It’s already too risky, hooking up with Aegon right down the hall from her. You’d pushed your luck already. You sigh contentedly, nuzzling against his chest.

“Just for a little bit,” you agree, eyelids fluttering shut.

“Egg, you need to get up and-”

Your eyes fly open and you sit up, coming face to face with Helaena who has just walked into Aegon’s room. Aegon sits up, getting tangled in the sheets, falling to the floor with a loud thump. You’d fallen asleep. Shit. Shitshitshit. 

She’s already dressed for the funeral, wearing a black dress with buttons down the front and on the short sleeves. They shimmer in the light like the eyes of a spider. Her hair is pulled back, out of her face in a low ponytail at the base of her skull. Helaena’s eyes are wide, but there’s something behind them. A confirmation. Like she had a feeling but couldn’t put a finger on what it was.

“Wait,” you call, getting out of bed, leaving Aegon groaning from the floor. You chase after Helaena, “Hel-”

She turns to face you, lips firmly pressed together.

“No,” she says firmly, “No, not your fault.”

You shake your head.

“But it is-”

“No it's his,” she spits the words like venom, “This is what he does, Y/N.”

Tears fill your eyes. 

“I know,” you tell her, “And I’m so sorry- but Hel, he’s chang-”

“Don’t,” she says, “Don’t worry, I’ll handle this.”

“Hel please,” you beg, reaching for her arm. She pulls away, not meeting your eyes. “Get dressed. The family is going first but Harwin will be around to drive you. He’ll be waiting out front.” She hurries away after that, walking down the hall and out of sight. 

“Y/N?” Aegon calls from the doorway of his room. He’d thrown on sweats to make himself somewhat decent. 

“Oh god,” you breathe, “Oh fuck what do I do?”

“It’s okay,” Aegon says, coming up and placing his arms around you, pulling you into a hug, “I’ll talk to her, it’ll be alright.”

Tears fall, beginning to drip onto his shoulder as he strokes the back of your head as you continue to cry. You can’t ruin your friendship with Helaena. But you can’t ruin your relationship with Aegon either. Is it even a relationship? Your mind drifts to the previous night but you shove away the thoughts as you push away from him.

“We have to get dressed,” you tell him, wiping your face, “I’ll see you there, okay?”

Aegon watches you carefully but nods. You press a kiss to his cheek before heading back to Helaena’s room, and shutting the door. 

After getting ready, you watch out the window as the family gets into their cars, and a gentle rain begins.

The family rides in two black Cadillacs. Rhaenyra rides with Alicent, while Aegon, Helaena, Aemond, and Daeron ride separately with each other. 

Helaena punches Aegon in the nose when the doors close.

“Ouch!” Aegon yells as Helaena continues raining fists upon her elder brother.

“You stupid, man-whore!” she yells, as Aemond grabs her forearms dragging her into the back seats of the car, “Couldn’t keep your sad dick away from her, could you?” 

Aegon pinches the bridge of his nose, mouth open in a mixture of pain and shock. Aemond still holds a squirming Helaena as the door opens once more and Daeron slides in. His eyes are wide, a confused expression on his face.

“What happened?”

“Hel’s mental!” Aegon says, his voice coming out strained from his nose being blocked. 

“She’s my best friend!” Helaena yells as the car begins to move. Cole is used to their antics and barely glances up to check on them in the rearview mirror. “My best friend Aegon. And I told you, I told you to leave her alone!”

“I know!” Aegon says, patting his nose. There’s no blood, luckily. “Fuck you could’ve broken my nose!”

“You asshole!” she yells, eyes wide, her voice shrill, “Why? Why did you sleep with her?”

“She knows?” Aemond asks, glancing at Aegon. Helaena’s head snaps toward him.

“You knew?” she asks, breathing heavily, eyebrows knitting together, “Wait, how do you know?”

Aemond, sensing he’s made a mistake, shuts his mouth.

“How do you know, Aemond?” Helaena repeats.

“I don’t know,” Aemond says quickly.

“Nice job genius,” Aegon says, shaking his head. 

“Last night….wasn’t the first time?” Helaena asks. Aegon and Aemond share a look but say nothing. 

Helaena punches Aemond on the shoulder, hard. He winces, letting out a yelp, and putting up his hands to defend himself. 

“It wasn’t one time?? You didn’t tell me!?” Helaena accuses, as Daeron reaches back to stop her. Helaena glares at him, “Did you know too?” 

“I don’t know what’s going on!” Daeron yells, “Stop hitting!”

“Assholes! All of you!” Helaena shouts, deciding to focus her anger on Aegon again. 

She reaches for him, clawing at his arm as he pushes himself away, pressing against the window of the car. He swats at her hands, slapping them away from him, and begins to laugh, kicking his feet at her.

“I’m going to kill you!” 

“Hel stop!” 

The car comes to a harsh stop and Criston throws the car in park, leaning to look back at them.

“Alright enough!” he says, and the siblings stop quarreling, “Look….I know this is a hard day for you….but you can’t kill each other right now! Can you keep it together? For one afternoon?”

Four pairs of lilac eyes watch him. Criston sighs dramatically, knowing he’s asking for too much. 

“He start-” Helaena begins.

“I don’t care,” Criston says, “Put it on pause. Please.”

Helaena lets out an annoyed huff, fixing her hair. Aegon sucks his teeth loudly before clicking his tongue, earning a glare from Aemond. Daeron still wears a confused expression on his face. Criston exits the car and opens the door for the siblings. Daeron pops out first, followed by Aemond. 

As Aegon moves to exit next, Helaena grabs his shoulder stopping him. Aegon meets her eyes. They’ve often been referred to as twins, born almost exactly a year apart. Aegon never understood beyond that how they were alike- he always thought it was Aemond who Helaena shared that sibling connection with. But Alicent always insisted that it was Aegon and Helaena who were more alike than either cared to admit. 

Helaena wears her fury unmasked, written all over her face. Perhaps that’s part of it. Aegon and Helaena cannot hide their emotions as Aemond or Daeron can. They feel and show everything deeply. 

“You end things, and you end them today,” Helaena says solemnly. 

“I can’t Hel,” Aegon says, his nose still aching. He hopes she doesn’t decide to punch him again, if she does she’ll definitely draw blood this time.

Helaena grimaces.

“Yes you can,” she tells him, “You can have any girl you want. Not her.”

“I only want her,” Aegon insists, “Hel I lo…I really care about her.”

“You’re going to hurt her. You are. It’s what you do,” she tells him. 

People have said that to him before, but it never cuts as deep when they say it. But Alicent, or Helaena…their words have meaning. Aegon feels the cut of every word she speaks, slicing through him like he’s made of butter. It's physically painful and cracks his jaw to disguise the trembling of his lower lip.

“I’m not like that anymore,” Aegon says softly, “You know that.”

“I don’t trust you,” she hisses, “Not with her.”

“Tough shit,” he snaps and Helaena tilts her head, a warning look in her eye, “Look, I’m sorry Hel. I didn’t think this would happen, but it did. And she cares about me too.”

“Fuck off,” Helaena says loudly, “I know you. I know you.” She holds his gaze until Aegon forces himself to look away.

“Hel I’m sorry,” Aegon says softly, still not looking at her. He exits the car, turning to face her. “I really care about her. I’m not going to hurt her. And I know you don’t trust me, and I get it. You have every reason to but….” he trails off.

Helaena exits the car, and Criston holds an umbrella over the siblings as the rain picks up. She watches Aegon, watches as he struggles to find the words. 

“Let’s go,” Helaena says softly. This is a conversation that needs to be saved for later.

She swallows her anger, takes her brother’s hand, and leads him into Sept. 

Harwin drove you to the sept, where you stayed in the back with others attending the funeral. You kept your eyes on Helaena and Aegon but gave them their space. Thankfully, the rain had let up for the graveside service and the lowering of Viserys’ casket. 

The air was cold as you stood to the side, pressing your hands deeper into the pockets of your coat. The family stands silently together, the tension palpable between Rhaenyra and her half-siblings. 

Aegon sniffles, silent tears running down his cheeks. Helaena looks at him, eyes falling on his shaky hands. He’s picked his cuticles again, they’re red and raw like Alicent’s. Mother and son are mirrors of each other. 

Aegon is Alicent’s twin in many ways. They share the same large eyes and soft jawline not afforded to her other children. Even their lips are the same, the cupid’s bow waiting to be kissed. 

Alicent stands beside him, hands clasped in front of her inside a pair of silk black gloves. Aegon doesn’t hide his pain, he wears it like a badge of armor. 

Helaena’s eyes flicker to where you stand, meeting yours for the first time this afternoon before she breaks from her family line to approach you. Alicent’s eyes follow her. You raise your gaze from the ground as she stands in front of you, her lavender eyes watery. She holds out her hand. 

Your lower lip trembles, but you take it as she guides you to where her family stands. Brings you next to Aegon.

Replaces her hand with his.

You meet her eyes again, understanding. Helaena presses her lips in a tight smile, before shifting her gaze to her elder brother. Aegon is watching her, his lower lip quivering and fresh tears painting his cherubic cheeks. Helaena reaches up, brushing her thumb against his cheek and wiping away the tear. Aegon’s shoulders slack at her touch and she hugs him, pressing her face against his shoulder.

Aegon holds her tightly with one arm, still holding your hand with the other. Helaena whispers something to him you can’t make out, but you watch a smile twitch on the corner of his mouth as he nods at whatever she says. 

You stand sandwiched between them for the rest of the service, and at some point, Helaena grabs your hand to hold as well.

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Bound To You.

PAIRING: Modern!Dad!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 2,605.

SUMMARY: Domestic life with Aegon has been bliss thus far, yet there’s still one, pestering thing troubling his mind, and he won’t rest until he hears the word “yes”...

WARNINGS: nil.

A/N - I give you (chubby) Dad!Aegon!!! cause what’s more fluffier than DILF AEG?! I hope you all enjoy it! it’s not my finest work but the concept warms my heart, I hope it does yours xoxo

The long anticipated birthday was looming near, your birthday specifically, and Aegon was dead set on spoiling you, like never before, on your special day.

Since you’d both crossed paths in life, since your time in college, ultimately becoming romantically involved, he was eager to spoil you with a lavish, comfortable lifestyle, and costly gifts whatever the occasion may be. Growing up from wealth had its advantages, for instance price tags were never an issue…

Although, now 4 years down the line, you now had a third party entwined in your relationship: a beautiful, baby girl. She was only just at the cusp of entering her “terrible twos” and thus far, she was a god-sent angel. She had her father’s unique, ancestral Targaryen features: the violet eyes, platinum silver hair, and yet, her delicate details, the shape of her eyes and nose, made her a carbon copy of you.

Aegon was utterly smitten with her the moment you’d given birth: a grueling one yet worth every agonizing second. He was infatuated by her: her tiny frame engulfed by his massive size, the way her little fingers just managed to grip his pudgy pinky, and yet, he was ever so tender and cautious with her. He refused to let anyone near her proximity as she slept peacefully in the bassinet, let alone hold her, unless it was himself, you or his dearest mother to whom he trusted. Determined not to take any risks with his little princess, he was annoyingly protective over her. Even more so, he had more ammunition to spend his money carelessly. Whenever you guys were out and about, his wandering eyes would spot something precious that he felt his daughter just had to have.

“Oh Y/N, she would look the sweetest in this! Please! You can’t deny, she’d look so adorable!”

“C’mon hun, look at how she loves to play with it already! If I take it away, she’ll hate me!”

“Aeg she’s only 1, she has no use for so many clothes and toys that she’ll definitely outgrow and most likely out-love-”

Yet, there was no point in arguing, it was like talking to a brick wall. Aegon was stubborn with his ways, especially when it came to his little girl. It only heightened after eventually discovering that her first word was inevitably “Dada”, it drove Aegon ballistic, like he’d won the lottery, and the endless bragging that followed.

“Y/N did you hear that?! You heard it right? Grab me my phone- Say it again, princess!”

She was Daddy’s little, precious girl, that you could say with the greatest certainty.

****

“Bubba, now what are we going to get for Mumma?” Aegon softly coos, just above a whisper so only his little girl can hear, as he playfully bops her in his thick arms.

Too distracted with her new tiny doll, that Aegon sporadically caved in and bought just moments ago, he nervously glances over the stainless glass desk, an array of glistening jewels of all gems, carats and cuts, laid methodically out before him. If he could [more so if you would have allowed for it], he would buy the whole store out for you, although your prior prep talk a month ago, you made Aegon promise not to go above and beyond for such occasions.

“Is there anything I can help you with Sir?” The sudden, polite voice startled Aegon awake from the distraction of his own, deep thoughts, caught in a dilemma of what to choose. Met with the friendly smile of a middle-aged clerk woman, he returned the favor, even prompting his little girl to say “hi”, before she shyly buried her face against his chest, as he resumed explaining the situation at hand. After thoroughly inquiring, presenting Aegon with countless of stunning necklaces and bracelets, Aegon remained unconvinced.

“So sorry, how long did you say you’ve been with your wife for?” The saleswoman intrigued as she set aside the row of jewels Aegon had politely declined.

“Oh-Oh we’re not married. J-Just have a baby together… I mean not that I-I don’t or wouldn’t plan to, I just haven’t exactly decided when or how I’d ask.”

“Interesting- I mean I don’t mean to pry, I just assumed 4 years down the line, with a little one, perhaps she is expecting something soon… It seems you guys are pretty adaptable, go with the flow type of people. If you ask me, I think a potential engagement ring or even a promise ring, if you wish to buy some more time for a plan, would really surprise her in all the right ways.”

Spiraling in his own thoughts and memories, Aegon reminisced his relationship with you from the beginning. There was brutal truth to the stranger’s words, your relationship was neither premeditated nor were you each other’s type. In theory, on paper, Aegon and yourself would not work well, and yet against all odds you’d proven otherwise. Change and compromise, as you had always reasoned. As much as he hated to admit, neither was his little princess a planned circumstance… You’d fallen pregnant without thought, sometime after graduation and despite the fears and worries that parenthood foreshadowed, knowing you had each other to support and rely on, without the fear of abandonment, Aegon was comforted by the prospect of fatherhood.

“Sorry, Sir-I didn’t mean to meddle in your affairs. I was just suggesting perhaps-”

“No-No, it’s fine. If anything, you’ve just given me a reality check. I-uh-If it’s alright, I would very much like to see the rings, please? Hate to take up so much of your time.”

“Not a problem at all, Sir. Of course, I have just the perfect set in mind-” As the woman warmly agrees, she skims away momentarily, unlocking and bustling through the shelves of a drawer. In the meantime, Aegon’s little girl grows more and more restless in his arms, her little legs kicking and sprawling against Aegon’s plush tummy [he had grown quite a Dad bod, since fathering his first child, suffering from more cravings during your pregnancy than you]. Bored from the entertainment her doll had occupied her with, she now craved for her Daddy’s attention, eager to see what had kept him busy.

“I know, I know, baby. Home soon-” He softly whispers into her tiny ear, gently brushing her thick, platinum waves out of her eyes, as she nestles her tiny head onto his collar. Planting a small, faint kiss atop her head, her presence helped to reaffirm his decision.

“Finish getting Mumma a present, and then it’s nap time for you, hmm?”

****

“Surprise baby! Happy Birthday!” Aegon excitedly shouted, standing by the dining table with his baby securely wrapped in his arm: his other free hand warmly embracing your body.

The sight before you was, indeed, a welcoming one, quite rewarding after a tiresome, stressful day at work. Aegon had organized and prepared a feast for just the three of you all, desperate for something small, and intimate, any other festivities could wait for the weekend. He’d ordered your favorite takeout, and even set up the birthday cake with the candles burning bright, you knew by the intricate detailing of the chocolate cake, it was one that you’d most enjoyed and grown to love during your pregnancy.

“Aeg, this is all too much. You took the day off just for this, you didn’t have to!” You softly interject, as you plant a loving kiss on his plump cheek, before planting a tender forehead kiss on your little girl. A bright smile beaming across both their faces, you were content enough with their affections and presence.

“Don’t be serious, Y/N, this is the least I can do… If I had it my way, we’d be half-way across the world on some honeymoon type of vacation,” Aegon teased, although he was intent on being meticulous with his words, wanting to gain any, even the slightest bit of a reaction from you, to his instigation of proposing.

Ever since the saleswoman planted the idea of marriage, the thought had begun to sprout in his mind like a flower in the spring. Vivid, realistic visions began to swarm his mind, of the ring on your finger, you in a beautiful, custom wedding gown that you’d look so divine in, made perfectly to cater for your body, tight in all the right angles, walking down a lavishly designed alter towards him and your little girl waiting atop. Set in stone, that you’d be bound for each other in life and death. Also contemplating visions of your family expanding in numbers, his heart grew double in size by the thought. He desired for such visions to be a definite possibility, eager to prove to you that his devotion would remain timeless and undying, against all adversities.

“Honeymoon? That seems a little out of reach for us… Maybe one day,” You slyly comment back, exchanging a taunting wink to Aegon before, setting out the plates he’d piled on the table. In response, he could only meekly laugh. Your response was not as direct as he had hoped for, although he was willing to take the risk. For god’s sake, you had shared a child together… The word “no” would kill him, however, it would take death itself to greet the man before he was ever forced to leave you, it would take a beast like a dragon, to tear him from you…

****

“She’s fast asleep, poor thing, you must’ve exhausted her today! What’d you have her doing?” You quietly pestered Aegon, not wanting to awake the girl, as you exited her bedroom, returning to the kitchen as Aegon was finishing up tidying the dishes. Sated with the delicious food and cake, your daughter enjoyed herself lively with the little energy she had remaining. By the end of the celebrations, the poor girl was helplessly yawning soft “aww’s”, sighing, as she rubbed her heavy lids, falling fast asleep, melting away into her father’s lap, before you’d carried her off swiftly to bed.

“Our little princess helped me make a very important decision today… She helped me pick out the most perfect gift for you, or so I hope it will be.”

“Is that so?” You taunt, as your arms wrap around Aegon’s broad shoulders, enveloping around his dense neck, as your fingers run through his short, platinum strands. You feel his muscly arms snake around your waist, his rough hands sneakily squeezing at your clothed cheeks, encouragingly pushing your body forward as it presses against his sturdy physique. Despite the confidence in his gestures, Aegon could feel the anxiousness beginning to stir in the pit of his stomach: it was a possibility that you would say no, but if that was the case, why stay with him for so long? Why bear his child? Why not leave the moment you felt the relationship was no longer viable? He refused to believe you could be that cruel. Although you'd only briefly discussed the sacred notion of marriage, he knew you were not completely against it either. “If it happens, it happens” were your precise words, if he could correctly recall.

“You okay, Aeg? You seem distracted, my love?”

“Follow me-” His half-hearted smile eased your concerns, as he firmly held your hand, guiding you down the hallway in a beeline towards your shared bedroom. Before he’d opened the door to turn on the light, Aegon instructed that you wait outdoors, until he told you otherwise. As he disappeared before you, politely shutting the door in your quizzical face, it was only in those sparse, lonesome moments, did the realization sink in that you hadn’t stepped foot at all in the bedroom since arriving from work. Aegon was swift in taking your belongings into your room, as he urged you to remain by, distracted and tending to your little girl, before the festivities would commence. And now you understood for good reason…

“Come in, babe.”

Slowly opening the door, a hint of fear quivering inside of you, unexpectant of what was to be met, you noticed the room remained dimly lit, with lit candles strategically placed across the room, red rose petals streaked all across the carpeted floor, before realizing they led a path to the neatly made bed. Spelled legibly with more rose petals across the clean, ivory white linen were the thick lettering of the words written “WILL YOU MARRY ME?”

And kneeled before you on the floor, Aegon, precisely down on one knee, a longing look strewed across his face, with the most opulent, grand diamond ring you’d ever laid your eyes upon, held upright in the palms of his hands. It’s intricate details flashing in the dimness, the silver, stainless steel band coated in smaller, lustrous diamonds, as the main centerpiece was a pear cut, glistening with such intense clarity. Naturally, you felt the hot tears swelling in your eyes, a hand instinctively going over your neckline, as the other fell onto your stomach, where once a babe had grown cosily.

“Aeg-”

“F-Forgive me, my beloved. I know that this has been long overdue, but my feelings remain indifferent. O-Over the last few years, this thought has echoed in my mind, and since you’d blessed me with the greatest gift of all, nothing I say or do could amount to how I truly- how much I sincerely feel about you, Y/N. You, you and our little bundle of joy, you both mean the absolute world to me. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you both. You have stuck by me since the beginning, not knowing what you’d be walking into, with a man like me, and yet you persevered. You not once considered walking out on me nor did you ever show your discontent with me. Forever I am grateful, I-I am undeserving of you… So please, the selfish man that I am, I ask more of you. I ask that you do me the honor of becoming my beloved wife, so that I wish to remain bound to you in this life and the next, against all odds, just like we’ve been doing since day one, baby.”

Not even a second passed by before your decision had been definitively made.

“Yes.”

Much to your amusement, as a gleeful smile tore across your face with joyous tears streaming down your scarlet cheeks, Aegon looked surprised by your acceptance. Caught in a daze, that you would decline, the answer “no” ingrained into his mind since the drive home, it took him a minute before his senses had settled in. Hastily kicking himself off the ground, he moved towards you instantly, now a similar, bright smile etched across his face, as his lilac eyes glistened with tears of relief.

“You-You said yes?!”

“Of course, Aeg! Baby, I’m so in love with you, have I been that blissfully ignorant in wanting to spend the rest of my life with you? My dear, dear husband.”

The word just oozing so effortlessly from your lips, made Aegon’s cock twitch with enthusiasm. Naturally, he swiftly placed the hypnotic ring on your delicate finger, the both of you mesmerized by its rich appearance for a few fleeting moments, before embracing one another, sharing a long, passionate kiss, as Aegon led you towards the plush bed.

“Should we not call your family, tell them the news?” You interjected, as Aegon plopped you down, remaining stood, as he undid the buttons of his fitted shirt.

“They can wait… Perhaps they shall be expecting not only a wedding, but another grandchild, niece or nephew, soon, after I’m done with you tonight.”

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Royalty (Predator x Fem!Reader) Part 3

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The air in the carriage was thick as you returned home, Yidaar sat ahead of you, as Janessa sat next to him, a scowl on her face the whole ride home. You thought of asking her what was wrong, but the atmosphere she produced in the small enclosed space you currently occupied told you that you should let it lie for now.

With the halt of the carriage, Yidaar exited first, turning to help you down, but before your hands could meet, Janessa slammed the door shut, now the two of you were currently alone in the carriage.

“Janessa?” you gasped, sitting back into your seat, a bit unnerving about the sudden predicament. 

Janessa quickly shoved her face into the space that occupied yours.

“You have some nerve...” she hissed, sitting back down with a huff, “All those investors, their inventions their weapons! You denied every single one of them! For what? Some moral code!?”

Her eyes darted around the room as if she was going crazy.

“I’m sorry...but I’d rather rule by laws and policy, rather then instilling fear into smaller populace that live in the kingdom I rule,” you said, adjusting your crown slightly on your head.

“Think of the money that could lead you to higher power! Me to a nicer rank of lifestyle!” she shouted, “If you would stop thinking about yourself for a minute! Think about the people around you! How would your father feel about his daughter ruling a kingdom by using silly little words rather than asserting your dominance over weaker forces!”

She sat, catching her breath from her tirade of greed and power, her hands smacked the cushions of the seat she sat upon. You felt your stomach move with a bit of unease, seeing that your lady in waiting was unhappy with the freedom you have given her, all the gifts, parties, standing by your side, it meant nothing to her if you didn’t give her even more in the future, a leech, suckling on the breast of your royal wealth.

“Janessa if you are unhappy with the arrangement we currently have, then perhaps you should find employment elsewhere,” you scowled, reaching for the handle to the door.

Yidaar stood outside waiting patiently for you to exit, when he heard the door unlock with an audible click, he quickly turned and bowed to you, reaching his hand out once more to take yours into his, as you stepped down into the soft grass below.

“Yidaar, see that lady Janessa have her items packed, and she be returned to her family, as she is quite unhappy with the life I have provided, she may return to her own.” You said, turning to give her one last look, before turning again and walking back into your palace.

Yidaar looked as you walked off, and then turned his attention back to the carriage where Janessa sat, much like a child who was refused a treat in a store. He pulled his wrist up to his wrist computer, communicating with the other royal guard, alerting them to Janessa's termination, and that she must be escorted from the palace grounds.

In another part of the palace, you had already made your way back to your chambers, a nice tower room, plenty of window space as the sun shines into your room. You sniffled, as the weight of losing one of your closest friends, the shame of providing someone so much who demanded more hitting you like a sack of bricks. You took off your shoes, and then your skirt, leaving you in your undergarments onesie as you collapsed into your plush bed. You brought the large silk pillow to your face, turning to look out the window as small tears rolled down your cheeks, wetting the cloth below.

After a bit, you could hear the soft tapping of someone at your door.

“Yes?” you perked up, turning to the door, “Who is it?”

“It’s me,” the voice of Yidaar responded, “May I come in?”

You thought for a moment, quickly taking the blanket over your person.

“Yes, come in.” you replied, watching as the large door opened, and the large yautja guard came in.

“Are you well, my lady?” he asked, standing at attention at the end of your bed.

“I am fine Yidaar, thank you for asking,” you said, looking up at him.

He seemed to stand for a moment, as the air in the room thickened, the awkward tension between the two of you, Yidaar fidgeted behind his back as he looked down at your small frame in your bed.

“My lady...” he coughed, “Are you clothed....?”

You blushed slightly, your face heating up at his question.

“I am..in my undergarments...” you replied, adjusting the blanket, allowing your ankle to slide out of the bed.

Yidaar looked down at your small foot, a growl coming from his chest. 

Slowly, Yidaars large hand reached down, to grasp the blanket that covered your body, slowly, he began to tug at the blanket, your grip on it slowly released, allowing it to slowly slide down your torso, slowly revealing you in your undergarments to Yidaar’s masked eyes.

He slowly began to lead down, as the blanket began to touch the floor, he reached up to his face, unplugging the cords that connected his mask to his equipment, he slowly took it off, and laid the mask onto the floor softly, as his large body began to creak the bed now that he knelt down on it.

“Pardon...my lady...you are just so radiant...” he purred, crawling over you.

You looked up at him, your face burning hot, as his mandibles moved slowly, he began to lower himself down to you, your legs wrapping around his large waist, Now using his elbows to hold himself up, he hovered over you, burying his face into your neck, he began to purr, his large hands grazing your sides, he began to tug at your underwear.

“Yidaar....it is...my first...” you mumbles, touching his chest with your hands

“Would you have me?” he asked, as he began to pull the strings of his loincloth

“It would mean so much to me, if you would take me Yidaar...” you whispered, cupping his cheek into your hand, motioning for him to look you in the eyes.

He clicked, as he pressed his lips to yours, a groan coming from his chest as he kissed you passionately.

You moaned into his mouth, as he ripped the underwear from your body, tossing the small cloth to the side, he adjusts himself, pulling away from your mouth as he sat up and took off his chest plate, dropping it to the ground with a thud.

He pulled his member out, and gave it a stroke, the size by the looks of it, sent shivers down your spine, afraid of how it was going to fit...

“Are you ready my lady...?” he purred, giving himself another stroke

Before  you could respond, the door to your chambers opened swiftly, Yidaar quickly tucked and rolled onto the ground, grapping his mask, and rolling under your head. You were shocked by how quickly he had managed to do that. The blanket was thrown back onto the bed by an invisible force, and your attention turned back to the door as you covered yourself. It was your father the King.

“Father!” You exclaimed, pulling the blanket over yourself, “What brings you here?”

“My darling, I heard of Janessa’s termination, I have only come to see if you are well. I can understand the feeling of betrayal from one you held close,” your father said, sitting on the edge of your bed, looking around your room for a moment.

“I am well father, do believe I have done it in the best interests of our kingdom.” you replied, as you  watched heavy invisible footprints walk across your carpet and into the hall.

Your father looks around a bit puzzled.

“Where is Yidaar? I was hoping to apologize for...earlier...” he stammered

Before you could respond, Yidaar walked back into the room, fully dressed.

“I am here Lord,” he stood straight and tall in the same room as your father.

“Yidaar my boy! No hard feelings for earlier, correct?” your father smiled, taking Yidaar’s large hand into his own, giving it a good shake, a pat on the shoulder to go along with it.

“Your jokes always amuse me your highness” Yidaar chirped, giving you a side glace.

“Good good...Well I hope you two are excited for the royal hunting trip” your father chuckled, adjusting his large fur coat that hung off his body loosely.

Your mind sprang a bit at the mention of the hunting trip.

“Isn’t that till next month?” you asked, looking at your father and back at Yidaar.

“Yes...But I am afraid that my condition...well..” your father pauses, “I just wish to have a special memory for you to remember me by.”

The grim shadow that hung over the room stung you like a beehive. 

“I understand father...” you mumbled, feeling the dread overcoming your body.

Your father gave your foot a squeeze, and waved goodbye to Yidaar as he walked out of the room. 

Yidaar turned back to you.

“Are you alright my lady?” he asked, slowly walked around the bed, standing by your side.

“I...I...” you stammered, your voice breaking at the thought of the time you will no longer have your father in your life.

You felt the tears rain down as your blanket became soaked with your tears.

Soon you felt the large embrace of Yidaar cradling you in his arms as you wept into his chest.

The next day, you were dressed in warm clothing, your (hair type hair) was let loose, and you were taken by Yidaar to your royal horse, the reigns in his hand as he lead you with the hunting party deep into the forest.

“I have never been hunting before Yidaar, is it fun?” you ask, looking to the side, I would say look down, but we all know Yidaar is tall enough you can just look over and his head is there.

“My people hunt the most dangerous game for honor and glory, humans hunt for sport, fun...I would be lying it there weren’t time where I found it enjoyable.”

You smiled, looking at the large trees that surrounded the large hunting party.

Soon the King signaled with his fist in the air, that they have found the campsite.

“My men! Ready your weapons! Let the servants set up camp, let the men take up arms and find a magnificent beast to bring back for supper!”

You sighed, as Yidaar lifted you off your horse, setting you on the ground. You watched most of the men grab their weapons and follow your father blindly into the forest to hunt.

“I wish I could follow...” you grumbled, kicking at the dirt slightly as Yidaar grabbed your bags off the horses side pouches.

“Perhaps...If you allow it, we can capture something together?” Yidaar said, walking over to a small clearing, placing your bags down.

“That would be lovely!” you cheered, walking over to him.

After a bit, Yidaar had managed to set up your large tent, and he waited outside for you to change into your tight jumpsuit.

“Yidaar, may you help with the zipper?” you called from within the tent.

“Of course!” he exclaimed, walking in.

You could feel him tug the zipper, and hear it zip.

“I meant to close...”

“Oh my mistake...”

Now that you  were properly dressed, Yidaar reached to his side pocket, pulling out a small stick, he pressed a button, making sure you were watching, it extends

“This is my combistick” he explains, “from my people”

“It is beautiful” you said, looking at in awe

Together he lead you to the forest, he seemed to become a different being whilst the two of you walked, taking in the scents of nature as the two of you walked. After a bit, he puts his hand ahead of you signaling you to stop. He puts his finger to the area where his lips would be, telling you to hush. He points ahead, a small rabbit sat in a clear, munching away on some vegetation.

He raises his stick above his head, and reels back to fire it, your heart pumped as he pointed the weapon to the small animal. He fired ahead, striking it down in a single hit. He walked ahead, grabbing the small corpse and holding it above his head, he roared into the sky.

Back at the palace, a disgraced Janessa stood outside the gates, cloaked, she seemed to be speaking to someone who stood rather tall next to her.

“I want her gone, she has embarrassed this kingdom enough,” she growled

A familiar clicking noise could be heard.

“This is a large task...you better have payment for something like this...”

“I’ll give you half now, half later when I am on the throne...”

Janessa looks up to the tower where your bedroom would be.

“I will frame that useless guard for her death...”

[weridpersonhelp]

Red Phone [8]

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warning: slightly scary, first-time horror writer, stalking, confusion, gramma and spell mistakes, screaming, getting up a horrible hour of night, neurodivergent reader, slow burnish? , x reader, children, puppets, curse langue, music, be ready for cringe!

“Peak a boo! Peak a boo! Who’s that hiding their? Peak a boo! Peak a boo! It’s sissy hiding there!” Jimmy laughs manically, it amazed me at how something so simple could entertain babies. But then again when could play with a pop it or infinity cube for hours, so I can’t judge. Jim claps his hands happily together once again.

“Y/n are you a Jim ready?” Mum asks me, I stand and grab jimmy’s car seat with two hands.

“Yep, want me to put him in?” I ask she just nods spraying her cheap perfume, today we were going into town and shopping. I don’t know why we where going shopping here when at home in the big city their where thousands of places to shop. Placing Jimmy in the car I take my seat next to him in the middle buckling both of our seat belts. Jimmy sucked on his pacifier while I scrolled through TikTok, I hear the car side door open and in pop grandma with a nice coat sitting in the front.

“isn’t dad coming?”

“Oh no honey he’s working on some stuff at the house, do you know what we are doing again?” Grandma asks.

“where going to the second hand shops most likely, I’m going to be spending my money on new tea pots and cups for my collection!”

“aah yes, you always had that umm, interesting fascination with my tea cups and pots. Do you want them?” My grandma question confused me a little, why would she give them away to me?

“I mean yes, but what about your collection?”

“Oh, it’s fine I’m cleaning out my house a little I have too much. You’ll be sharing with your cousins as well! But I’ll let you get first pick.” Grandma whispers the last part I chuckle at her words and like that mum enters the car.

“Alright who’s ready to shop! Till we drop!” Mum starts the car, and like that the shopping day started. I’ll spare you the details but we went to over 15 different shops! I didn’t even know they town had that many second-hand shops!

“Y/n! you take Jimmy while me a gran look around some more!” mum says handing me Jim, before disappearing with grandma with out another word. Jimmy was wailing, crying most likely because he was done with today already and wanted to back to grandma’s. And I couldn’t agree more, I felt over stimulated. My legs where saw I felt the music grown louder with each second, and not to mention Jim’s wailing. I was exhausted and ran out of the store as quickly as possible for some fresh air. I hadn’t noticed until now how a I was holding onto my breath, did I even breath in their? It didn’t matter now, the cold air hit me like a ton of bricks, and slightly calmed my down and it seems like something similar with Jimmy as his crying calmed down a little bit. I rock back a forth for him while we waited, that was until I noticed he was pointing at something. I looked in the window, and their it was. Another Welcome home Vhs tape! But what was one doing here of all places?

“woohuei” My brother says, or tries too. I was a little shocked at first how did he remember his name when he only watched it once? The cover was different, with wally outside painting he faces the viewer with his smirk, Barnaby and Julie laugh, frank trying to catch a butterfly that landed on Eddies hat. And of course home a bit further in the back ground that you can just see it.

“Sissy wooheui!!” I nod my head along, we only watch one episode of the show so far, there was still like 5 left? Would it be worth buying the second tape or would I be wasting money that didn’t need to be wasted? My brother points again this time with a bigger smile, dam it. How could I resist such a cute smile? I walk back into the store and grab the tape walking up to the counter quickly as I could.

“Hi, their, how much was this?” “only a dollar love.” The old lady says I pull the dollar from my pocket and hand it to her she smiles and places it in the draw.

“Would you like a bag with that?”

“no thank you, but could you wrap it in newspaper?” the lady does as I have asked with no question, which I was thankful for. What would I tell her anyway? Oh my grandma just acted weird when we first watched it so I don’t want to possibly harm her by letting her know I bought this!

“Thank you for your purchase have a nice day.” “You too ma’am” I say leaving the store and opening up the car, I place the now newspaper wrapped. I put the boy in and sigh giving him his pacifier, I was just so done with today. It was honestly fun, I like shopping and getting good deals as long as it’ not 15 shops next time.

…

Bonus

“You talked about him, do you ever know what happened to the body?” Liane asks Maggie as they approach the car.

“yes, down by the creek. He seems he wanted to go swimming but drowned. Or that’s what the police said,” Maggie explains the two women get in the car. Liane turns to face her kids but they where both past out, dead asleep.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do with them honestly!”

“Let them rest. you’re a little too hard on Y/n, she’s still a child!”

“I know, Isaac reminds me. It’s just- ugh how do I explain?” she says pinching the bridge of her noise and sighs.

“She just so different from us? I know it’s not easy for neurodivergent people to make friends, but she only has Safa! And I’ve talked to her parents and she going to collage for a business degree while my baby. she, I’m just scared for her. And last night made me more scared! She could have been hurt! And she answers the phone instead! She so much like John! And I don't want her to resent or hate me just like him!"

“That child of yours is strong. Considering what she has been through, and what you have been through! I’m just happy your both here."

...

who is john?

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[hi again so I have something to share. I got an idea but not 100% sure on it again so I'm asking you guys!

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out alive - leon kennedy

re2remake! leon kennedy x reader

warnings: spoilers but doesn’t exactly follow the plot, violence, blood, gore, angst?, language, mentions of incarceration/criminal record, not edited

it was near pitch black and freezing cold in the old holding cell that i had picked possibly the worst night to get thrown into. regretfully, it was not my first time spending the night in the raccoon city police station; no major crimes or anything, just a few minor shoplifting charges, most of which from when i was a teenager. i’d like to think i’ve become a better person since then, but as i looked at my surroundings, i realized maybe i was still the same. money was tight this month- it always was; but a few extra bills took most of my small paycheque this month and i had to do what i had to just to eat. that’s how i ended up here, having been busted for swiping (or attempting to i suppose) some groceries from the store.

i sighed, the only sound in the cell being the dirt under my boot crunching as i twisted my foot around, and the occasional groan from one of the other cells. i couldn’t see anyone in the other holding cells now, but i had seen that a few of them in the dark hallway were occupied when i had been brought in. as i thought about it more, perhaps this was the safest place to be, with the strange outbreak taking over the city. people were going crazy; if they were still even… people. speaking of, the groaning got louder, and was accompanied by metallic clanging, as if someone was trying to get out of one of the cells. scratch that- multiple people, as the noises got louder, a chorus of grotesque moaning and clattering.

i pressed myself further into the corner of the cell, the rough surface of the bricks against my back sending a chill up my spine. maybe if i stayed quiet, whatever was out there wouldn’t notice me and would just leave. wishful thinking i know, but it was my only hope; there was nothing else i could do. i heard footsteps approaching, moving quickly down the hall, avoiding the outstretched hands from within the cells that i could now see as my eyes adjusted. the beam of a flashlight approached, and with the added light i could see a man, seemingly still human, making his way down the cell block. i realized this was maybe my only chance to get out of here, with seemingly everyone else having become… well whatever they were, and i moved towards the cell bars.

“hey- in here,” i called out, and the man stopped in his tracks, turning towards the cell. “you’re not one of them, are you?”

“no, still human; at least last time i checked,” he laughed lightly, and i breathed a sigh of relief. “you?” he asked. in the low lighting i could tell he was a young man, who i guessed was probably around my age, with blond hair and dressed in a police uniform.

“same here,” i answered. “i don’t suppose you have the key?” i gestured to the locked cell, and the blonde man shook his head.

“yeah.. i don’t think they give you the keys on your first day,” he scratched the back of his head.

“hell of a first day…” i trailed off.

“leon,” he introduced himself. “leon kennedy.”

“y/n” i replied, extending my hand through the bars to shake his. he returned the gesture, and i welcomed the warmth of his touch on my cold fingers.

“i’m gonna get you out of here, y/n.”

“okay, but try to hurry okay? i think the neighbours are getting restless.” i said, nodding towards the other cells. leon nodded, and disappeared down the hallway.

he returned a few minutes later, and explained that he had to find a fuse to power the doors again, and with that you were alone again, staring at the peeling paint on the bricks and hoping that he made it back in one piece.

a little while later, leon had returned with the fuse he needed, and he let me know the plan.

“okay, so when i flip that switch, all the cells are gonna open. i need you to run down that hallway okay? i’ll be right behind you.”

“okay,” i replied, but i didn’t even sound convincing to myself. leon reached to his waist and removed a knife from his belt, handing it to me.

“here, just in case.” i nodded in return, getting ready to make a break for the light at the end of the hallway. i heard the click of the door starting to move and a buzzer go off, and i took a deep breath. once to gap was wide enough for me to squeeze through, i started running down the hallway, ducking to avoid the arms trying to grab onto me. i made it to the end of the hallway, just barely getting past the rest of the many infected people stumbling around, and after downing a few of them with headshots, leon joined me. grabbing my hand, he led me through the lit corridor and through another door into a parking garage.

taking a moment to catch my breath, i looked at my rescuer now that there was enough light to actually see. he had blond hair and sparkling blue eyes, and he looked young even though he was a fair amount taller than me. he was very attractive, and cringed thinking about the state of my appearance after having been in that cell for hours.

“thank you, leon.”

“no problem,” he smiled. “but we’re not out of the woods yet. there’s a secret passageway under the police station but who knows what’s down there.”

“i’ll take my chances,” i laughed. “better than staying here, right?”

“agreed. let’s go before the dogs wake back up,” he started off towards a door across the garage.

“dogs?” i questioned, hurrying after him as not to get left behind.

“don’t ask.”

•

it had been nearly an hour of leon and i searching the police station, for exactly what i wasn’t sure. leon managed to incapacitate most of the zombies we came across without too much difficulty, and i even managed to take out one or two with the knife he had borrowed me, the two us only obtaining minor injuries in the process so far.

following the map we had seen in the main hall of the police station, we were headed to the STARS office upstairs when i heard a snarling noise coming from behind me. i turned around, not seeing anything, until something wet dripped on my arm that held the flashlight. i looked up to see a horrific sight, a skinless monster with long arms and huge teeth, a long tongue dripping with saliva and claws like knives.

as i stood frozen in shock, leon seemingly noticed i had fallen behind and called out to me. the large creature leapt down from the ceiling, and i screamed as i jumped back, narrowly avoiding its long claws. leon pointed his shotgun at it but he had forgotten to reload it, a small click rather than a large bang coming from the gun.

“this way!” leon called, and he dragged me by the arm down the hallway and into the room at the end of the corridor. i slammed the door just in time, holding it shut with all of my strength as the creature threw its body against it, desperately trying to get inside. the wood creaked under the stress, and leon hastily reloaded the shotgun.

“what the hell is that thing?” i cried, before letting out a shriek as its arm burst through the door above my right shoulder. the wood splintered as the monster scratched at my face, a burning sensation spreading over my eye as it’s razor sharp nails ripped across half of my face. my vision was blurry and red as hot blood trickled down my cheek, and leon gasped in shock.

“get down!” he ordered, and i slid down to the floor, my head spinning from the pain and adrenaline. leon cocked the shotgun and fired it at the creatures head, and it let out a croak as it fell to the ground with a thud. leon crouched down in front of me. i heard him mumble ‘shit’ under his breath as he looked at me, blood running down my cheek as i covered my torn eye with my hand.

“you’re gonna be okay- can i take a look?” he asked, his hand gently taking hold of my wrist to pull my hand away from my face. i let him, and i tried to focus my now impaired vision on his face. i couldn’t see out of my right eye at all, and i could tell what was left of it was destroyed beyond repair, the vision in my remaining eye a little fuzzy from the pain but still good enough to see as i squinted up at the man in front of me.

“fuck…” i whimpered, and leon looked around the room for something to bandage the wound with. thankfully having ended up in the shower room, he managed to find a first aid kit and carefully applied gauze to my eye, wrapping it around my head like an eyepatch.

“can you see at all?” he asked, carefully but effortlessly lifting me up by scooping his arms under mine and pulling me up off the tile floor. i nodded slightly, wincing as pain shot through my head.

“about fifty percent,” i joked, and leon shook his head as he laughed.

“just stay close okay?” he offered his shoulder for support, and i leaned into him as we headed towards the door on the other side of the room. “let’s get going.”

still using his body to stabilize myself, i waited as leon carefully opened the door and the two of us stepped over the motionless creature, now covered in blood as it lay in a heap on the floor. i kicked it as we went by, and leon laughed to himself at my actions.

“ugly fucker,” i muttered under my breath. i allowed leon to lead me down the hallway, as i adjusted to life without depth perception. we made it to the STARS office and i took a seat in one of the desk chairs while leon looked around. my head was spinning, and i could feel the adrenaline wearing off.

“you okay over there?” leon called, not looking towards me. i hummed in response, but the pain was suddenly overwhelming, and i felt my head falling forward. leon noticed and ran over, kneeling in front of me to catch me before i hit the floor, instead my head landing on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around me.

“i’ve got you,” leon whispered next to my ear. “you’re ok i’ve got you.”

“thank you,” i murmured sleepily. “i’m sorry…. i think i just need to sit for a second.”

“don’t mention it.” leon hadn’t let go of me and i was thankful, as he was currently the only thing holding me up, in more ways than one. i don’t think i could make it out of here on my own. still feeling quite dizzy, but knowing we had to keep moving, i reluctantly pulled myself out of leon’s warm embrace, his arms dropping to his sides as he remained knelt in from of me.

“stay with me okay?” leon said, placing a hand reassuringly on my shoulder. i smiled at the blond.

“okay. let’s find whatever we’re looking for and get the hell out of here,” i said, rising to my feet slowly. leon looked worried until i was standing properly upright on my own, and then he smiled.

“i like that idea.”

[itsuki-minamy]

"LOST SMALL WORLD" (NOVEL)

TRANSLATION & RAWS: NARU-KUN

PERIOD 3: 16-17 YEARS OLD

MISSION 1 (PAGES 258-269)

With a snap, he unconsciously thrust the knife in and out with his fist. The western-style building, which was seen on the opposite side of the lane on the way, will soon be visible on the left this time. He wondered if there were humans living there, every window was plunged into darkness like ruins. A building next to the street passed him, as if it were intimidating.

"......?"

He involuntarily looked back at the building that he hadn't even looked at.

He saw a small light in the window of the room on the second floor…it was the window of his original room. He could see a slim figure in the light.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Fushimi!"

Kusanagi let out an upset voice and slammed on the brakes, just as Fushimi spun the safety latch, flung open the door, and jumped out of the moving car.

He tried to run in the direction he had come from, but momentum pushed him back. He took momentum, but rolled backwards about three times. He landed on his foot and immediately used his ability to reverse jet the sole, somehow killing the speed. The soles of his shoes scraped against the asphalt, giving off a burning smell.

He crouched down and looked out the window, but the light had already gone out. He couldn't see a person's shadow on the pitch-black window.

As he breathed lightly, he couldn't take his eyes off the window for a while.

He felt him look into his eyes. Watching him from the window, he rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Fushimi! How dare you jump out of a moving car, you, idiot!"

Kusanagi parked the car at the side of the road and ran back.

"Are you okay? Here, hold on."

"I'm fine."

Without borrowing Kusanagi's hand, he caught his breath and stood up on his own. It looked as if he had been scraped with asphalt, and small stones were poked into his palms. He turned his expression off and shook his hand.

"Damn, what the hell are you doing? Come to think of it, you used to live in this area."

"It's nothing. Excuse me. Let's go home."

He started to head back to the car, but looked up at the second floor of the building for the last time. The lights from the cars on the street were incessantly illuminating the red brick outer wall and passing by, but the lights in the windows were definitely off.

He couldn't be there. The man who died two years ago in the winter. If he was, wouldn't he be a ghost? A spirit bound to the earth? A man who just came home when he felt like it, but why would he be grounded in that house? It was stupid.

He heard it had been sold, but it was soon put up for sale again and still had no buyers. Land prices should be high out there, so owning it as an asset costs money.

"Okay. It's nothing... huh?"

He could hear Kusanagi muttering with a sigh.

Fushimi tilted his head and looked at Kusanagi. Kusanagi only showed a weak smile that he hadn't seen before, as if he had given up on something.

"You're hurt. Let's go home and I'll heal you." He said as he walked back to the car.

Uncomfortable, Fushimi sat quietly in the passenger seat.

As he leaned forward to close the door, which had been left wide open, his gaze once more focused on the building.

The front door of the mansion, in which he thought no one lived, opened. A small white light slipped through the crack in the door. He floated up and down like he was swimming in the dark, and disappeared in the direction the car was driving away.

++++++++++

When he returned to the bar, there was only Suoh. Totsuka and Anna who are the executive level members and the others had been sent home. Hayato, who was deeply injured, was taken to a room on the second floor of the store. It seems that Akito never left Hayato's side. Suoh and Anna live on the second floor, but Kusanagi said that he would take Anna to his apartment while the twins were still there.

He put his easily sterilized hand in his pocket, and walked back to his room, feeling somewhat disinterested.

Two years ago in the winter, Yata and Fushimi built a hideout on the first floor of that multi-tenant building. However, the first PC he installed and the Internet line were not connected to each other. Collecting dust in the corner of the attic.

Should he talk about what he saw today, or what should he do? He couldn't make up his mind until he stopped in front of the door. Thoughts were swept away by the smell of food emanating from inside. Now that he thought about it, when he was about to have lunch, he was dispatched for the sake of the twins, so he ended up not having anything in his stomach for the whole day.

"Oh, how was it, Saruhiko?"

Yata, who was eating curry at the kotatsu table, looked up. It stands in the middle of the room, regardless of the season, and the two of them picked it up in the late winter of their first year living there.

The concrete floor is covered with tatami mats. Compared to when there was nothing in the beginning, life had become a bit more chaotic.

Fushimi took off his shoes and stepped onto the mat. His shoe hit the door that closed behind him.

"Nothing, no progress. We're going to be carrying those twins around for a while."

"Have you eaten? Why don't you eat it? While you and Kusanagi-san were out, Totsuka-san told me to cook rice for Akito. He started throwing away the shark fin that Kusanagi-san had saved and the wine extremely expensive. If Kusanagi-san finds it, he'll be struck by lightning, so Kamamoto and I split up and we were forced to bring it home to destroy the evidence, but I'm sure he'll find out tomorrow anyway."

He twirled the spoon in his hand, spewed out grains of rice, and started talking like a machine gun. Curry was on the menu so why did they make more curry? Are they stupid? That was stupid.

"I don't need it."

It was also troublesome to grasp the utensil. He tried to head to his territory, the loft, without even making eye contact.

"But you don't like shark fins or anything fancy, right? That's why I told you it only contains meat, so you can eat it."

Yata didn't seem to care, he stood up with a spoon in his mouth and hurried back to the kitchen with a small pot.

"Sit down."

"......"

He stood there silently, but he suddenly sat down in front of Yata. There is also an electric rice cooker on top of the kotatsu. "Oh, it's still there. You're a cat-tongued person, so this is perfect." Fushimi reached under the kotatsu and stared at the plate for a while, then reached out a hand and began stirring the curry and rice with a spoon.

(Don't think that just worrying about food will cause you a lot of trouble.)

"You can't eat it without spoiling it, as usual."

While he was scolding him, Yata also started to put curry in his mouth again.

"Have you met the "Blue King"? Have you talked to him? He has a bad personality. First of all, the glasses seem to be insidious."

"Don't lump everyone with glasses together. I wear them too. That blue clothes isn't necessarily a villain, right? He is one of the Seven Kings, just like Suoh Mikoto."

"Idiot, he's completely different from Mikoto-san."

"In what?"

Fushimi looked up from his plate and asked, seriously questioning the immediate denial. Yata looked dumbfounded, as if he didn't expect to be asked, and then he began to speak vigorously.

"In what, you say? Mikoto-san has a man's way of life. They are clansmen who came together for their coldness. But being there, isn't it like getting a job? It's completely different, right?"

"We entered because we admire Mikoto-san."

"Huh? It's obvious, did you forget?"

He was really angry at Yata, who spoke with a simple face.

(You're the one who forgot. stupid. Bird head.)

"I want power... Saruhiko."

Even though he was saved by "Homra", if he could receive power, anyone would have been fine. Even if it wasn't Suoh Mikoto, if the person he knew at that time was the "Blue King", he would be fine.

"The "Blue King" said that he wants a concealed weapon user as a member of his clan."

He shoved the stirred curry into his mouth, puffed out his cheeks and muttered (It's strangely bitter! You guys are really stupid putting this up.). Munakata said "I wouldn't mind having", he didn't say "I want it", but he probably wanted Yata to feel danger so he overdid it.

"I cannot believe it!"

Yata immediately expressed his anger.

"Ah, a concealed weapon user, is that about you?!"

"That's right." He answered as directly as possible.

"Hey, the "Blue King", he's smaller than I thought since he's envious of people. Well, even if he imitates us and looks for him somewhere, it won't be a big deal. As Homra members, Saruhiko, we're not going to lose to someone like that."

"Eh?"

He didn't understand how the story ended that way, and he went blank.

What happened? Something was terribly wrong. As he scooped the curry into his mouth, Yata was yelling incomprehensible complaints, laughing, but Fushimi couldn't understand what he was laughing at all.

It was boring. So he thought. He didn't remember having an interesting conversation with Yata recently. What did they talk about in the past? They used to talk endlessly about things like trying to shock the world. Thinking about it, now that he knows firsthand a world where there are "kings", he couldn't help but wonder where that omnipotence comes from... but, if he didn't like it, it had the power to destroy it, because there was such a thing, well, he had come to think that it was okay to live that way.

Yata's voice sounded like a dog's barking and it hurt his ears. A dog that lifts its nose wagging its tail, showing tricks and stroking it. He was completely satisfied with that kind of thing.

At that time, he had nothing he wanted to destroy.

It was boring.

"I'm sleepy."

He put a spoon in his mouth and stood up.

"Huh? You haven't eaten anything, right?"

"I don't want it. It's really bad."

"Hey, Saruhiko, don't say things like what everyone did is bad."

"What's wrong with saying it's bad? It doesn't matter who did it."

"You're a child?"

"Wait, what?"

Who said that he wanted to be an adult?

He hated even yelling and arguing. He clicked his tongue as Yata looked up with a puzzled look on his face and turned around.

As he put his foot on the attic ladder, "Ah, Saruhiko, Your PDA. Isn't that an email?" A vibrator hit the top of the kotatsu. Leaping down the ladder, grabbing the PDA with the momentum that made Yata jerk back, he went up to the loft.

The loft ceiling was too low for a bed, so he placed the rug directly on the floor and used it as a bed. Without changing his clothes, he turned to face the wall and climbed into the futon.

He looked at the PDA on the futon. In the dark, an email notification appeared on the standby screen, emitting a white light through his eyes. It looks like it's from someone who hasn't registered, so it's just a simple address, but it's an address he had an idea about.

Maybe it was because he was stuck in his head about what happened that day, so he somehow got excited and opened the content of the email.

Static electricity ran through his fingers, and for a moment he almost slipped the PDA.

The text was blank. There was no evidence that there was an attachment.

"That's how it is."

He cursed and deleted it.

"Hey, Saruhiko."

The stairs creaked behind him and he heard Yata's voice from the same height as the floor.

Fushimi decided to ignore him as he stared at the wall. He had come early. It has been like this for a long time. Even when he wants he to leave him alone, he talks to him without reading the background. No matter how many times he pushed him, he didn't back down.

"Come on. Turn this way, Saru."

He touched his shoulder and shook him. It was getting boring to keep getting angry, so he muffled his voice from inside the futon.

"Misaki, today..."

"Huh? Huh, what's up?" Yata's voice grew closer as he leaned forward with his elbows on the ground.

"I saw the front of that house."

"That house?"

What was he talking about? After hesitating...

"...I saw a ghost."

The coldness of that time returned faintly to the center of his body and he stiffened on the futon.

Yata swallowed hard. After a tense silence, Yata began to speak in an accelerated manner: "Ah... Is that house?! When Totsuka-san helped me pick mushrooms and went to the mountains, Kamamoto saw something in the house of the mountain we passed over and started making a fuss."

He clicked his tongue with all his might. Yata had not understood anything. "Eh? Sorry, are you talking about something else?" Yata said, but Fushimi lost the will to continue.

[rpbtgirl]

Gotta say, the adrenaline sort of got to me, sitting there in my undies with the 5 guys all looking at me and knowing where the bets were going to go based on the evening. I agreed to keep playing. Away we go, right off the hop I have a decent hand, so I’m feeling pretty good, the betting is kept low. I change a couple of cards and OMG, I have an amazing hand, so I bet accordingly. By the time we get to the second to last round of betting, everyone has folded except me and the one guy that asked me to stay. I’m all in, he calls and raises. So I don’t have anything to bet with, he says I can put up my bra…I called. We get to the last round of betting, it’s up to me and I only have 1 thing left to bet, my panties but he asks me what are they worth, he’s cleaned out almost everyone there so he’s got a lot of chips. I said his stack, he shook his head. He says that he’ll put up his stack if I put up my panties and a blowjob. I snapped back at him no problem, my hand is so good that I’d give one to anyone that wanted one if I lost. One of the other guys that had folded asked if I was serious and I told I was but anyone that wanted one needed to put up their remaining chips and my clothes. Then the discussion went around about that not being allowed and all that, and surprise surprise they decided they would make an exception and all of them threw in their remaining chips. At this point I know I wasn’t thinking straight because I was very excited that I was going to beat all these boys at their game. So the bet is my remaining clothes and blowjobs for any that wanted, once that was repeated to me I got scared, what if I lost……then that turned to excitement, I was already pretty damn horny sitting there in my undies and that hit me like a tone of bricks, and in the best way possible. That didn’t matter, I had 4 of a kind, I was going to win!!! They asked a few times to make sure I was sure, Oh I was sure!! Did you see what I had, 4 of a kind. Time to flip cards, I tell him to go first, he does and they all go nuts….. but I’m sitting there all smug, counting my winnings in my head. I turn my cards over and they go even crazier, thank you boys for the fun and the money, at least that’s what I’m thinking. Turns out, and they had to prove it to me by showing me that he had 1 of 2 hands that can beat 4 of a kind, a straight flush…..pretty sure that’s what it was called. WTF!!!! So now reality hits, I have to be actually naked, not practically naked and there are 5 guys with blowjobs on the mind. My first thought was about reneging, just say fuck it and walk out, they can keep my clothes and shoes or that I thought they we were all just playing around and kidding. Then it hits me, I’m all about expanding my horizons these days and what am I saving it for anyhow. Stood there, took my bra off, dropped my panties which were soaked by this time and ask, So how are we doing this. Before I know it, they’re a guy sitting on the couch yelling, Me first, his pants already off. I looked at everyone, they all smiled, looked at my neighbour who smiled, shrugged and said that a bet is a bet. So off I went, it was just me and the first guy in the living room but it was an open area so they could see from the dining room where we were playing. I knealed down in front of him, grabbed his cock while looking at him, kid in a candy store look on his face, and took his cock in my mouth. He wasn’t totally hard when I started but got decently hard as I went to work. Didn’t take long for comments and hooting and cheering to start. Felt like I just got started and he cumming in my mouth, no warning at all. Must have been fast because they were giving him a hard time about being a quick draw lmao. They all got even more excited when they realized I swallowed, didn’t really mean to, he pretty much just pushed his hips up and it hit the back of of my throat.

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

“I need someone who loves me, and you clearly don’t.” Pairing : Bangchan x F!Reader TW : general angst ; Chan is kind of an asshole ; Word Count : 2.2k

What is love, really? Is it a word thrown in between two nouns, spoken solely because it’s become habitual? Is it a theme, made into any form of entertainment whether it be movies or music, something used to create feelings within those who don’t know the true meaning? Is it used, said, to build the false hope within people that one day they’ll get this magical “love” that is portrayed as sparkles and hearts and romance? Love is nothing more than a money making propaganda, something that is built on year after year, a marketing ploy with its own special month, it is nothing more, it is nothing less. Love was once something special, a word whispered between two people at a perfect moment, at the right time, a declaration of sorts. Love was nothing now, love had been nothing for so long, and does anyone even know when it truly turned to nothing? 

“I don’t know… Maybe I’m just doing something wrong?” You mused as you absentmindedly moved through the aisles of the store, fingering through racks of clothes that looked to have been just set out. “Maybe I need to set up a date night or something, just to try to bring that spark back… You know?” You finally looked up at your friend who was leaning across the rack of clothes, eyeing you with both confusion and pity. 

Her eyebrows were arched, but her lips were pouted as she let out a disappointed scoff, shaking her head. “Oh, hon… There was never a spark in the first place.” Your jaw dropped when she said it, quickly shaking your own head in disagreement. “I’m serious. I mean maybe there was… But it lasted about as long as a lit match in a hurricane. There’s no amount of dates that can fix that.” 

Your eyes rolled as you pulled off one of the sweater dresses, holding it up to your body and looking at yourself in the mirror, a solemn smile on your face as you thought about the occasion that you could wear an outfit like that for. “Maybe we just need to find the time to be more… intimate.” And she groaned loudly, dramatically gagging as she turned away from you. “Oh come ooon, I’d listen to you if you needed to have a talk like this, and I wouldn’t react the way you are right now. Why can’t you just listen?” 

A loud huff escaped her as she ran her hand through her hair. “Because I’d never need to have this kind of conversation. Because I’d leave a guy when I found out that he didn’t love me, and it surely wouldn’t take me three years to realize it.” Her words hit you like a brick, not because the information was new, but because she was just pointing out the one thing that you didn’t want to bring yourself to realize, the one thing that you were so scared to admit to yourself that you tried to block it out. “Y/N… I know that you love him… There’s nothing more obvious in the world than your love for him… But he doesn’t love you back. I’m sorry…” 

Your bottom lip trembled still as you tried to hold it still between your teeth, soft sniffles accompanied by shaky breaths had you quickly hanging up the dress and rushing out of the store, not keen to the idea of having a breakdown in the middle of the mall. Was it that noticeable? Could everyone else see it just as well as you could that his love for you wasn’t just faded, but gone entirely? “What do I do?” You choked out, standing outside the mall as the brisk winds of November whipped around you, blowing your hair in all directions and chilling you through the thick coat that you were wearing. 

She had so much to say, but now she was silent, wrapping her arm around you and leading you to the car, leaving you with thoughts and contemplations, worries and wonders of what to do, and what would be to come. “Do what’s best for Y/N…” She murmured, finally finding what she thought to be the right words. “But you deserve to be with someone who will give you back just as much love as I know you can give.” 

The drive to your home took too long, letting you sit in the passenger side of her car, dwelling on your thoughts and her words, but it also didn’t take long enough, and you were soon sitting outside of your apartment, the windows seeming to stare down at you menacingly, as if they knew just what you were thinking and exactly what was about to happen. “I’ll talk to you later tonight…” You whispered, giving her the best smile you could muster before climbing out of the car. 

Your feet felt like lead, barely able to pick them up to carry you through the front doors, and you were practically shuffling over to the elevator that would bring you up to your floor. He had moved into your apartment with you, something that you had been so excited for when he brought it up, that is, until he proclaimed that it was only because it was still close enough to the office and he’d be able to get some work done away from the guys. 

It was still a rare occasion to be able to see him, even if he did live with you, he was always at the office, and even though his reason for moving in with you was partly to have some alone time away from the guys, he was always with them. That thought alone had your feet losing most of the weight that you felt in them, the new found hope filled promise that he’d be gone still, to let you think things over, think about how you’d talk to him, how you’d bring up everything that had been shared between you and your friend. 

As you walked through the front door, you were shocked to see Chan sitting on the couch, hunched over his laptop like he usually was, but a quick glance at the clock let you know that it was too early for him to be here, he usually wasn’t even back home until you were fast asleep. “Wow, you’re home early…” You commented, kicking your shoes off and hanging up your purse and your coat in the closet before heading into the living room, dropping down into the recliner across from him. 

“Yeah, it’s just easier for me to work here, it’s peaceful.” He mumbled, not even lifting his head to look at you over the screen, but his words had you filling with a little bit of hope. Did your apartment bring him peace because it was a part of you, because he was surrounded with pictures and objects that reminded him of you? “Well, it was… I thought you’d be gone a little longer and I’d get some work done.” 

The smile that he hadn’t even caught you wearing quickly dropped, and you swallowed down the hope like it was a pill, one that was far too big and it got lodged in your throat, choking off your air. “We couldn’t stay out too long… She had to go to work…” You muttered the lie, not wanting him to know that you almost had an emotional breakdown at work, although you were sure that he wouldn’t even care. 

“Shame… I guess I can go to the room…” He grumbled, closing up his laptop and shaking his head as he leaned back against the couch cushion, running his hands over his face and letting out a loud yawn. He wasn’t even your boyfriend anymore, it didn’t feel that way, he was more like a roommate. “Do you think you can bring me a glass of water though so I can have it while I work?” It wasn’t the question itself that had your nails digging into the lap of your jeans, creating thin white lines in the dark denim fabric, no… It was the way he said it. It wasn’t a question, it was an expectation, like you were no more than a maid or a servant to him, your presence not needed, but convenient for things like this. 

“Do you even love me anymore?” You blurted out, staring at him with eyes that were already filling with tears. You knew the answer before he even said it, the way he reacted to it, the roll of his eyes and the sigh that already sounded like he was exhausted with the conversation before it began. “Why are you here? Why are you still here if you don’t?” 

He groaned loudly, pushing himself up off the couch and heading into the kitchen, avoiding the questions that should be so simply answered by him. He had all the answers, and you had the right to know, so why was he walking away from it? You quickly got up, following behind him and grabbing his arm, forcing him to look at you, to answer you. “Why are you bringing this up now? I’m busy. You know that I’m busy.” 

Your head shook quickly, your jaw set as you glared up at him with blurry eyes, your nose twitching from the sniffles that you were trying so hard to hold back. “You’re always fucking busy. Answer the damn question, Christopher.” You hissed, your voice breaking on his name and your head quickly dropping to momentarily blink away the tears. 

“It seems like you already know the answer to your questions, Y/N. Why do you need me to answer them?” He sounded so snide, so cocky in his response that it took everything in you not to hit him, to let yourself lash out at him. It seemed too easy for him to brush it off, to brush you off, and it truly seemed like your emotions, your feelings didn’t matter to him, and it had you questioning whether they ever had. “And why does it even matter? It’s not like all of this is new, it’s not like I’m acting any differently than I have been for the past year and a half… What difference will any of these questions make?” 

Your fists were clenched at your sides, your body shaking with anger and heavy breaths that seemed impossible to breathe in past the lump that was in your throat. “Be…Because I need someone who loves me, and you clearly don’t. I wasn’t keeping you around because it was convenient for you, it sure as hell wasn’t convenient for me. I let you stay here because I thought… I thought that there was still something here…” 

He scoffed, running his fingers through his hair. “Love isn’t real anymore. The only thing that’s been convenient is the word itself… You drop it like a dime and you can get whatever you want. The entire world wants to be loved, Y/N… But so few people find someone who really means it.” All of the air left your lungs in one loud gasp as you stared up at the man who you loved with every ounce of your being, the man who just confessed that his love for you was nothing more than a convenient phrase. “Do you want me to start packing my stuff now, or do you want to try to talk this out?” 

He really didn’t care, and your tears felt foolish now, being wasted on someone like him, someone who clearly didn’t have a single place in his heart for anyone or anything but his career and his band members. “Now.” You practically growled the word, pushing him towards the direction of the bedroom, and while it felt foolish to cry, the tears seemed to flow endlessly down your cheeks. “Get your shit and get out!” You screeched, your pushes weak and barely moving him an inch, but he didn’t tell you to stop, he didn’t even try to stop you. 

The thing is, Chan knew that his words hurt you, he knew that what he said was devastating to you. He was the asshole, and he would never deny it, and he would deny the pain that you were feeling all caused by him. The problem was that, he just couldn’t love you… There was no time to try to build on that feeling, to try to expand on that emotion, not for him at least. He knew that you loved him, and that was the hardest part for the both of you. Knowing that he had to hurt you, that he had to break your heart to free yourself of the attachment that you felt to him. He didn’t like being the asshole, but he had to be, and even though he acted like it meant nothing to say what he said, it was all just that… An act. He really wanted to love you, and he knew that if he had the time to, he would have been able to love you like no other, but he couldn’t just keep stringing you along under the assumption that he did. No. He had to play the part, and give someone else the opportunity to love you the way that he would have if he really had the chance to. 

[hchollym]

If Percy was still on speaking terms with his family I truly believed he’d have convinced the twins to finish school.

I, and I think percy as well, don’t think someone should have to finish school or get more schooling to be successful. But I think it’s incredibly likely most of the wizarding world, especially Britain, does not think the same.

And I absolutely believe Percy would be fully aware of this. So I can see him convincing the twins to just graduate. Explain how it will help with credibility, with getting business partners, with customers, with buying a place for the show. All of it. I think he’d say they could do it all while still dropping out, but it’ll be much harder.

(I think it’s highly unrealistic that they were able to do much so quickly. They’re on a brick of a war, family pretty much shunned my the ministry because of Harry and their association with muggleborns and muggels. And even with Harry’s prize money and their savings, a store that big and the products they make would need much much more. Being dropouts of one of the best schools known to the wizarding word would not work in their favor, as stupid as it is.)

I think it would be hard to convince the twins, but not impossible. Especially when it’s Percy. (I do think they’d give him a hard time, lots of pranks nonstop because of it but they’d listen in the end)

I actually don't think Percy would have been able to talk them into finishing school. 🤷‍♀️

The twins were stubborn, they didn't really respect Percy, and the main reason they left when they did was because of Umbridge (which is fair). I think they were ultimately going to leave no matter what, and if Percy tried to talk them out of it, they would have just considered it nagging and been annoyed.

However, I agree 100% that it's unrealistic that Fred & George's shop was so successful so quickly! That's always something that has driven me crazy. Ignoring their lack of degree or even the financial aspect of it, there's two main issues I see with this:

There is already another joke shop in Diagonal Alley (plus the one in Hogsmeade). That's competition that's already established there and is well-loved (since we know Fred, George, & Lee shopped there). People may initially go to Fred & George's shop, since it's brand new, but it wouldn't take long for business to level out (I find it hard to believe that Fred & George's shop was that much better than the other), because they would be splitting their customer base with another company. It's not even a consistent product either, because really, how many joke products are people in the Wizarding World buying?!

I find it highly unlikely that Fred & George had the necessary knowledge about the legal aspect of starting a business (such as creating an LLC or Corporation, obtaining permits and licenses, getting business insurance, and handling federal tax documents). Yes, they could have hired someone for this, but we have no mention of that, and it would have been an added expense for them. And yes, this whole process could all be much easier in the Wizarding World, but that seems like a cop out to me. For the record, I don't think Fred & George are stupid (they're clearly not), but those requirements would take some specialized knowledge that they wouldn't have learned; you can't just be a natural at it.

Anyway, that turned into more of a rant than I meant it to be, so sorry about that. 🤣 I don't think anyone could have changed the twins mind about leaving school though!

Thanks for the ask! 😊

[folatefangirl]

Haven't seen one of these floating around for the recent MTAP tag but here's some gameplay tips I've picked up as a newbie who picked this up while it was 80% off on steam. I was mega stressed early on due to not knowing things and would be happy to pass on advice to save others the stress:

1. Reddit is good for advice and tumblr is penalizing me for links so yeah. Use the reddit community and/or wiki when stuck. Link to a decent set of advice is in the replies to this post.

2. Repair your workshop as soon as possible bc you'll wake up with low stamina daily until that gets done. Doesn't take more than like 30ish or so pieces of wood.

3. Yep the advice to make more than one machine is correct. Even for the blender. Maybe not the cooking setup or basic skiver per se. Yes, this will use up resources and space. Use the For Sale sign to expand space (or be like me and try to cram a level 2 house into a space too small for it 😅).

4. In the small planter boxes, grow lettuce, cotton, and wheat as much as possible if you can. You can also grow other things, but these seem to be the most helpful for feeding mounts and skiver crafting. Large boxes are for the special giant seeds and you can get the box from the church store and seeds from the Mysterious Man. Fertilize often to have the best shot at winning the Autumn Festival!

5. No, you can't have a rival romance with Higgins, tragically. But you can spar and body block him and chat to him until 9 AM to prevent him from taking commissions, especially the fancy valuable ones. I'm currently chill with being at rank 2 in my first year so I don't bother yet. I still think we should be allowed to woo him. As a treat. And mechanic to make him nicer 😅. Btw once he scams you (you'll know when) talk to him as soon as possible after and you can at least guilt him into giving you money.

6. No seriously do use Gust's shop in A&G to swap for 999 wood and keep furnaces running. You'll get wayyy too much stone from mining and the first quarry only gives so much marble for stone tables to sell en masse when the market is up. Other quarries are annoying to get to in the early game. Use the excess for wood first, then making stone bricks or stone tools etc to sell or whatever. Go wild. I make excess glass to sell since it's more profitable than raw resource selling, yep even with the wood cost. Still haven't figured out how to make excess soil more profitable besides planter boxes.

7. If you don't wanna feel like a monster for killing llamas for their worn fur, you can totally kill panbats. I like all the critters so I feel like a monster regardless 🥴. Kinda has to be done for certain quests and quest items tho.

8. Make allll the Dee-Dee Stops you can for the spots marked on the map. You can also have your mount follow you to the next stop.

9. Bring or make stamina repletion food when mining, esp if you have the game speed slowed down and don't run to the Round Table to replete (you have a limited number of things you can eat and can only eat once daily... Or you could try sitting for an hour if you aren't like me and it won't drive you crazy to sit and do nothing).

10. Annoying timed storyline quest needed items that you can collect earlier while the main story has no time limit for progression per se: pretty much all ores/ore products and special mining items like valves and engines, wild cocoons, ironwood (more than you think), bat wings, bamboo papaya, information discs (I keep the extra beyond the ones I give Petra for research in general for the storyline quest diagrams; I can complete the relics later), knight badges from the Round Table (minimum 250 of them), old parts, crystal necklace x1, dog food x1, soap x1, wildflower bouquet from Alice x1, tempering fluid, copper and steel wire, steel planks, welding rods. Can't think of the other ones that were super urgent and non-commission board rn as of Winter 1st (my latest stopping point) but yeah this is totally a hoarding game.

11. P.S. To get into the hazardous ruins area as a lower level, literally just dodge and run for 60 seconds. Do a hit if you feel brave. Yes, it's cowardly but it totally works and unlocks neat stuff you really need for certain quests. You can kick their asses later.

12. The worst that can happen if you die is that you get warped back home. Same for passing out at 3 AM but without the health depletion. Use that knowledge for what you will. I've noticed in boss battles it just bumps me back to the start of the battle with full health and stamina so I only get warped back further in other situations.

That's all I have for now but I may add more as I play. Hope this helps!

[jjkweeb]

Incarnate

Chapter 2 

Getting out of the car you stretch and groan. Your legs are sore from all the driving you’ve done for the day with Geto. He’s getting out of the car right behind you. You turn to see a giant mansion. It's almost creepy the way the fog has settled down around the house and forest yet beauitful at the same time. The gray bricks pair amazingly with the black roof. There are massive black double doors with a shrine symbol on them.  

Sukuna was standing on the deck leaned against one of the giant pillars that lined the deck all the way around the house. Noticing that you and Geto had arrived he pushed off the pillar and walked down to you. He had changed into normal clothes. A pair of dark jeans with a black button down that fit him snuggly showing off everything, and some black boots. His tattoos had seemed to vanish. You choked eyed him up and down. Who knew this man could look so normal to be a cursed spirit? As he walked up to you, he threw you a set of keys.  

“We’re taking my car in case.” 

“Okay. But why did you give them to me?” You tilt your head. 

“I don’t feel like driving.” 

You rolled your eyes looking down at the keys. The key was to an Infinity. 

“Geto, rooms are on the second floor. Each room has its own bathroom. Don’t damage anything.” Sukuna stated grabbing your wrist and walking off. Looking back at Geto he waved to you bye. 

Sukuna’s touch sent a warmth through your body and making your heart race. His touch was gentle compared to what you thought it would be. His hand easily wrapped around your wrist and his fingers over lapped. He dragged you to a garage at the back of the mansion. The garage door opened to a black Infinity with dark windows. Your mouth dropped open. 

“How the hell do you have all this?” 

Sukuna chuckled slight making your ears turn red and hot, “When you’ve been around for a thousand years, money isn’t an issue so it’s easy to get whatever I want.”  

You just looked up at him as he stopped you on the driver's side of the car. Letting go of your wrist he reached for the door handle before setting both hands on the window, caging you. You flushed and swallowed hard staring at him. The warmth of his body washed over you with his scent, a mixture of a coppery woodsy smell. Your body froze under him.  

“Two things y/n.” He looked at you, “one, you better stop eyeing me the way you are. Second, you do not need to be in this war.” 

Your face grew red, and he smirked knowing he caught you, “I can handle myself. You don't know me.” you replied and turned around to open the door.  

He scuffed shutting the door back shut leaning down, “I can tell you're strong, but you're getting into something you may not make it out of. Are you really willing to sacrifice yourself?” He whispered in your ear before pushing off the car, opening your door, and walking to the passenger side and getting in. You growled under your breath gathering yourself and got in. 

The drive to the store was short and quiet, too quiet. You could have heard a pen drop with how quiet it was. Parking the car, Sukuna got out and opened your door. You got out of the car and looked at him a little confused. Women and Children were really his thing. 

“Thanks.” 

He just nodded and walked ahead of you. You soon followed behind him watching everyone around you in the store. Standing at the front of the store deciding on what to get Sukuna spoke up, 

“Grab a few things for the night and I'll get the servants to cook then come get more stuff tomorrow. I got it covered, get whatever you want.” 

Once done at the store, Sukuna loaded the groceries up and opened your door. Once you got in and situated, he shut the door before heading to the passenger side and getting in. Starting the car, you both headed back to his house. The ride was quiet yet again all the way there. Once you pulled up you got out the car and Sukuna took the groceries in giving them to his servants.  

Walking into the mansion was breath taking to the point you stopped in your tracks to admire it. High vaulted ceilings, with a black stairway that leads up to the second floor of the house. The foyer had a table to the left where everyone's shoes were placed after taking them off before walking through the house. The floors were a dark cherry red hardwood and gray walls throughout the house. Sukuna looked back at you then turned around before walking off again.  

“You’re welcome to explore if you'd like,” He explained 

You smiled still standing there, “Why don’t you show me around,” before grabbing his hand and bolting down the hallway dragging him unwillingly before he could avoid you. Sukuna scuffed and followed behind you pulling his hand away from you shoving them in his pockets.  

The first room that you came to was the dining room. There was a long table that could easily seat ten people if not more. The next was the kitchen, followed by going upstairs to the area with all the bedrooms. In the middle was a huge living room set from couches to a tv and coffee table and side tables. There was a huge library at the end of the second floor as well.  

Stopping in front of a door Sukuna pointed to it. You reached for the knob and opened it shocked at how big the room was, not to mention the California king sized bed that was in the middle of the room. It was filled with very neutral tones, mostly different shades of brown.  

“This one is going to be your room.” he said as you walked in, he grabbed your arm pulling you to him, “since you both don’t really have clothes with you, Geto has money to go get him some while you both stay here, I'd like to take you in the morning to get you a few things to make your stay more comfortable. For the time being one of my servants about your size left you a few outfits to relax in till then.” 

You blushed looking up at him before realizing your hands were resting on his chest. You pulled away and rubbed the back of your neck. His tattoos had appeared once again and you hadn't noticed. His eyes were soft and a light to them you didn’t see before back at the forest. Your heart felt like a heard of horses running through a field, sounding like drums in your ears.  

“Thanks, I guess.” You smiled slightly at Sukuna as he turned around to walk away before you could say anything else. 

It had been roughly ten hours since you left Tokyo and the sun was starting to set. The sunlight peaked through the curtained windows. Sitting on the bed relaxing for a few minutes before you got up and showered and went down stairs to eat. The bed was soft, forming to your body almost like a cloud. The comforter was cool putting you at ease and almost to sleep.  

Jumping up to keep from passing out, you walked out to the dresser and opened one of the drawers. There was everything you needed in it. You chose something a little more comfortable, leggings and a T-shirt. Once you gathered your clothes you walked into the bathroom that was attached to your room. The bathroom was just as breath taking as the whole house. 

Once your shower was finished and you had eaten dinner, you went back upstairs to your room and laid down. Your mind was racing over the events of the day. You questioned why Sukuna was being somewhat nice to you since one, he didn’t know you and two the whole deal with him not liking women. What was so special about you? Eventually you drifted off to sleep before you realized.  

[treeofnonsense]

Talk to me about ace friendo - 1, 8, 20, 21, 28, 33, and 34 🤍💜

THANK YOUUUUU I GET TO RAMBLE IT'S GOING TO BE LOONG

1. Which labels do you use?

Asexual and aromantic cis(???how do you define cis???) woman. There are probably some microlabels under the ace/aro umbrellas that could describe me but I don't tend to dive into microlabels anymore - I've found that defining myself by those feels more like cutting myself up to fit into little boxes rather than finding a space I'm comfy in. I'm okay with being referred to as gay when it's a joke or as part of a group (ie "one of the gays" "gay people in your phone") and I'll count myself as a member of the LGBT community if directly asked (though I'm always a little hesitant because they don't always want to include me back). I don't use queer because I've never had it thrown at me and don't feel I have the right to reclaim it.

8. Describe your gender without using any words traditionally related to gender:

I don't know how, but you got the right answer with the wrong equation.

20. Do you feel like you "fit in" with the queer/Pride community overall?

Yes and no. I'm very thankful for the community because it's the only place I've felt able to be my full self, but on the other hand there is definitely a disconnect for a few reasons. One is that I live in a non-urban conservative area, and a lot of Pride stuff seems to default to urban and liberal. I've never been to a Pride parade - not because I want to but because there aren't any where I live. People forget those of us who live in the boonies I think - or they actively look down on us, which sucks. Sometimes the discourse feels so above my head - they're talking stores taking down their Pride decorations while I haven't even noticed the change because they NEVER do that here in the first place.

The other thing is that there was definitely a pushback towards asexuals specifically being considered LGBT a few years ago. Don't know the exact timeframe (I thankfully wasn't around online during that time) but the ripple effects can still be felt. I think the idea is that we were actually just heterosexual imposters in disguise or something - it's stupid - but it's made me very nervous about joining any LGBT groups. I always have to check to see if the LGBT+ actually includes the A, y'know? Add to that the fact that the LGBT community naturally talks a lot about sex and romance (understandable, I'm not trying to change it, on a logical and ideological level I think talking about these things frankly is good) and I can sometimes feel alienated there. Some LGBT people seem to think that sexual freedom means "everyone should have sex all the time" and like ... no. It means the freedom to choose whatever you want. If you're forcing something on me you're just as bad as everyone else.

21. What message would you give to your younger self?

Measure your life's value in happiness, not money.

28. Do you experience both romantic and sexual attraction? Do you experience them the same across any gender(s) you are attracted to?

I definitely do not have the sexual attraction, for anyone. I can tell generally when someone is supposed to be hot, but only because I've learned from experience what is socially accepted as "hot". I can definitely find people beautiful but it's in the same way I'd find a landscape beautiful - I want to stare at it, maybe I want to draw it, but nothing else. I've noticed I tend to find women beautiful more often than men; I don't know if that's because I'm more familiar with the biology, because women tend to dress up more due to societal pressures, or just a weird preference. But again, it never progresses beyond aesthetic appreciation and there have definitely been guys I like to look at too so it's not 100% reliable.

Romantic is harder. When you take out everything physical, I have a hard time telling the difference between a romance and a close friendship. I'm dense as a brick when people flirt with me because I literally cannot tell they're not just being friendly. I know I'm not upset by being single like some people seem to be, but I do get lonely without friends. There are people I want to get to know better and do stuff with - is that wanting friends? Romantic attraction? I DUNNO MAN! Most people do not seem to have this problem, so I assume I'm different and slap the aromantic label on myself. It works.

33. What about your LGBT identity do you feel proud of/want to recognize/celebrate?

I'm proud of my own independence when it comes to relationships. I don't need a significant other or a sexual partner to be "complete," contrary to what the world says. If you want those things, by all means, but for those people who are ace/aro, who aren't ready for a relationship, or are learning to just exist as themselves alone for the first time, I want to be living proof that it is possible to be happy on your own. You are not half of a person if you are single. You are a whole person. Just you is enough.

34. What are you needing most right now (what would make your life easier or more fulfilling in regards to existing as queer)?

I need a new wardrobe. Been having Gender Thoughts(TM) thanks in no small part to some of my mutuals going through it and I'm now realizing that a lot of my clothes don't really fit who I am in my head anymore. My family was kinda poor growing up and I learned not to waste things, so I have a lot of old clothes and hand-me-downs still left over, many of which are pretty classic feminine. I want to try getting some more masculine stuff and see how that feels. (if uh... if any of you have advice for going slightly more masc please let me know, this is new to me and I am confuzzled)

Living in an area where I don't see Trump 2024 signs, blue-line cop stuff, and Confederate flags every four feet would be nice too, but that's a longer-term goal.

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can I hear your headcanons about judas, big james, simon zealot and andrew please (whenever you have time this is just me expressing an interest in reading them at some point)

anon you have a special place in my heart. judas coming soon. he's got a bit of work to him.

80s jesus 'verse disciple headcanons pt. 2 (big james, andrew, simon)

BIG JAMES

john's brother. he works in their father's book shop and is trying to make enough money to open his own business

which is either a coffee shop or a record store. or both in one. he's a people person and he's great with costumers, he'd probably do well either way

he refuses to just take money from his parents for it he's gonna work for it

not as sheltered as john was. more of a protective older brother type. john and james had that typical family that was overall very loving and they were very lucky to have their parents but that doesn't mean they did everything perfect

which led james to sort of being treated like a third parent at times, and others just being treated like a little kid and not being taken seriously

he's still very close with his brother, though. and his parents.

very tall and very wide. brick wall shaped guy. hence the name.

adopted a kitten off the street. her name is aretha and she's an asshole and grows to be the chunkiest cat you'll ever see and they all love her

he does this a lot. he always lets cats in the shop, takes in injured strays until they're healed (of course he'd love to keep them but he can't have a dozen of animals in his apartment) (even aretha's not technically allowed they kind of smuggled her in and pray that she's quiet)

along with the strays he also takes in simon. but i will elaborate on that later.

is this guy aro? i dont know. i recently realized that all of these characters are aro unti proven otherwise so we'll just kind of leave it at that.

big flirt though. he's just very charming and very open

he hates the human race but he loves people and talking with people and making them smile and learning about them

has gotten him into very awkward situations at times. cause he is also stupid.

overall a very well rounded guy. prefers tea over coffee and has opinions on classical music and soul and punk.

but Watch Out! he's impulsive and at times aggressive and also has no sense of self perseverance cause he's the shape of a wall. which is not a great thing to be when you spend so much of your time at protests. in the 80s.

not that he would ever harm anyone who didn't have it coming. but unfortunately when you're as politically outspoken as this bunch was a lot of people do, in fact, have it coming.

jesus kinds of just shakes his head at him and he's like tsk tsk tsk james. punching people in the face is never the answer. but if you're going to do it then yes do punch racists.

when he does open his record coffee shop it quickly becomes a very popular anarchist hot spot. a lot of people already know him as a friend of jesus' so he's got a lot of support and he's trying to make the most of it to give back from what he gains.

not kitchen banned. not easily trusted with the stove because there's always a chance he'll get preoccupied with something else and burn the house down, but great at making drinks.

ANDREW

peter's younger brother. 'rebellious little sibling' who ended up just being the one who managed to unlearn their parents' conservative beliefs the fastest.

worked with john the baptist way before the two of them met jesus, and he completely cut off their parents but not peter. cause peter wasn't a bad guy, he wasn't full blown conservative either he was just taught to think in a certain way so andrew was like yeah i can help him out

he did. they didn't get along as kids, but when they grow up they're very close. even if peter's always scolding him about how he's reckless and he doesn't think ahead yadda yadda yadda

they're just very different

group's token guitar guy...

big james always makes fun of him for it. and tells him to listen to good music.

it's all lighthearted teasing they get along great and they love to talk music together

the first to meet magdalene and introduce her to the group. they're both mostly focused on intersectional feminism so they'd met at various protests and gatherings before, at a pro-abortion protest someone fucking decked magdalene in the face so he took her back to the team to fix her up

he's roommates with philip, who also worked with the baptist so they've known each other a long time.

he wants to be a teacher. he loves to work with little kids.

not kitchen banned at all. good at cooking.

SIMON

zealotes.

i was very conflicted about what to do with simon z because he can't be a zealot. in the 80s. it doesn't feel right to just treat them like a fictional group and pretend they just exist in the future now so no he's not an actual zealot it's a nickname.

other than that, simon's story is for the most part the same as it is in the original timeline. sort of.

his father is jewish, his mother was nigerian and died in childbirth.

his father hated that his son was half black so in an attempt to like. idk. cancel out his blackness and his nigerian heritage, i guess, he raised him very very jewish. which......a lot of the group are anyways, but simon's father also happened to be an asshole.

he basically provided him a roof, food, clothing, and a set of rules he had to follow.

simon had to do all the rest of his upbringing himself, and as a result had to grow up very fast.

as he grew, though, and developed his own personality and beliefs he aggravated his father.

he started to hit him when he was 11. simon ran away from home at 15.

and as much as i hate to have that whole cliche of oh the Streets made him tough that's basically what happened. he encountered a lot of shit and he had to be cautious

he lived in some shelters. he made some friends. crashed with them for a while

mainly a group of anarcho-punks who helped him a lot and taught him a lot

but that bunch were uh......interesting personalities and had a lot of issues so at some point simon, ever independent, kind of just. let himself out.

he was involved with a lot of sketchy people along the way and he always kind of was in risky territory but he also prioritized taking care of himself. he never drew attention to himself, he tried to save up, never touched anything beyond weed. overall he's weirdly self aware.

anyways. simon meets everyone when he's 26. specifically, he meets james, who's around the same age, maybe a year younger.

and as much as i love how this goes down in canon era where james sneaks up on him and simon actually Fucking Stabs him, it would be a little too much for this verse

so here simon tries to pickpocket him instead. james punches him in the face. simon punches him back and it all escalates.

anyways, james is a very peculiar guy so eventually they stop trying to beat each other up and he's like man what the hell. and asks philip to come take a look at him cause there's a slight possibility he broke simon's nose.

he didn't. it's cool. simon reluctantly lets james help him and besides having beat each other up not ten minutes ago they find they get along great !

james is like sorry no we're keeping him

and simon doesn't really have anywhere else to go so he's like. y'know what sure whatever.

he expected to stay with the group for like a month and then be on his way. that did not happen

he tried, at some point, he kind of just disappeared but then he got arrested at a protest turned riot and realized he had no one else to call so he called jesus

jesus brings james along, of course, who was five hours away from starting a full blown murder investigation

james was like are you fucking stupid actually. does your brain work. why did you leave like that i was worried about you

anyways, he drags him back by force so he doesn't end up in jail. simon is welcome to stay at james' whenever he wants.

which eventually just turns into him living there.

which much like with aretha is not entirely allowed. but somehow by this point james' charm has won his landlady over so she allows it

despite everyone's expectations simon is surprisingly healthy.

he didn't always have the opportunity to be so now that he's permanently living somewhere and finds some stable job and is getting his life together he takes advantage of it as much as he can.

this man gets his eight hours of sleep and exercises and eats three healthy meals a day he does not fuck around

ooh maybe he ends up running the shop with james. yhyh i like that

john is very awkward with him btw. this random guy suddenly moved into his brother's home and their lives are slowly becoming conjoined and he can't even understand the nature of their relationship but at the same time he doesn't want to be thinking about who his brother is fucking. but still he has several questions.

(simon is, too, aromantic until proven otherwise)

simon and philip get along well. they're both very spiritual. which no one expected either.

oh, and also he gets very close very quickly with susanna !!! who is also nigerian and helps him connect with the culture that was robbed from him. it's lovely

not kitchen banned. he can make a decent meal.

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Can I request pinga from BNA (platonic)with a child reader who’s always getting into danger on accident?

Bullies (Pinga & Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗚𝗢 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗧 𝗔𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛 𝗜 𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗢𝗞𝗔𝗬

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

These were not playground bullies.

  These were not the people who would pull tails and call you rude names because you weren’t cool enough to be their friend. These were not the people who called you a know-it-all for doing your homework and an idiot for not doing it. They wouldn’t play keep away with your lunch box or your backpack. They wouldn’t hide your clothes after gym just to make you take the dreaded walk to the office- stuck in your shorts and sweaty t-shirt, already late for class. They wouldn’t pick you last for games at recess, and they wouldn’t say “thank you” if you held open the door for them either. Or maybe…

  Maybe they would do all those things you thought of. Maybe they would do all those things and more. But the people in front of you are NOT playground bullies. And you would know. The bruise on your knee is from a playground bully. The rumble in your stomach from sharing your lunch with another victim of the same torment you used to go through was because of playground bullies. The lost school supplies in your backpack, making it just ever so slightly lighter without your stolen pencils and pens and other knicks knacks- playground bullies. But as you look in front of you, you know. You know the people in front of you are far worse than any playground bully. And maybe they started that way a long time ago. A time when they were young and small like you are now. 

  But you can’t face them the same way as you faced those who ruled the schoolyard. Not when the three figures in front of you are double your height. Not when they’re looking at you with bulging eyes of greed. Not when the middle one is holding that knife in his hand like he’s more than happy to use it on you. 

  And the sneer tells you that he is. He’s more than happy to do it. In fact, he looks thrilled. 

  “You alone there, kid?” A gravelly voice calls out from the darkness. 

  You don’t answer. You were taught not to answer- not to taunts, and certainly not to questions that will give up your position. Instead, you swallow and focus on your breath. It’s hard not to think of anything but how much you regret every decision that led you to this moment. Staying late at school to help your favorite teacher with clean-up. Stopping by the Mini-mart to pick up the bento box that’s sitting heavy in its plastic bag in your left hand. Walking out of the store while still putting your money in your wallet because you didn’t want to hold up the line. Not calling for help when you first suspected you were being followed. And finally…

  Thinking you could duck into a dead-end alleyway and wait for them to pass you by.

  “I asked you a question.” The same voice calls out, impatience lining their tone. They take a half step forward, and while it’s nothing much, you know it’s a silent way to show that they didn’t appreciate being ignored. “Are you alone?”

  You feel stupid. At this point, you feel beyond mad with yourself. At this point, you’re practically furious. But the pity party will have to wait. Your eyes flicker over your shoulder in between the inhales and exhales. Behind you, there’s nothing but a brick wall and a couple of trashcans and dumpsters. If you’re quick enough, you might be able to make it over before being grabbed. It’s your best option at this point. You were taught to be light on your feet instead of fighting. If you had to, you could turn on your heel and get a few feet away before the men would even notice. 

  “Are you listening to me?!”

  The voice is louder this time. Angrier at your lack of response. Borrowed time is all you have left, so you better make your decision fast. You could tell even now that there’s no chance you’d be able to slip by under their legs and go back the way you came. Their forms are too big. You’d run into one just by default with the way they’re blocking out the light of the main street you just turned off of. It looks like you have no other choice than to climb the wall. Maybe whoever is on the other side is willing to call for help. Maybe they won’t. But your odds aren’t looking good right now, and you’re just racking your brain to find ways to make them better. 

  “I’m warning you!”

  What if you slowly start turning your foot now? No sudden movements so they won’t see, of course. What if you throw your dinner at their faces? If you go for the guy straight in the middle, you’ll have a better chance of distracting all three for half a second. If you’re lucky, you might even be able to hit one in the eye. That’s good, that’s good. You don’t know what type of beastmen they are, so it’s hard to tell what their strengths are. Worst case scenario, you could also throw your backpack to the ground. It’s a last-minute thought, but it’s big enough to be an obstacle on the ground. If it’s well placed, it could cause someone to trip. That gives you more time to work with. Not to mention, it makes your climb over the wall easier with a little less weight to worry about. Or, what if you-

  “THAT’S IT, KID! I’VE HAD IT WITH YOU.” A rage-filled roar disrupts your racing thoughts. It shakes the alleyway as his two friends join in with taunts of their own. Your feet feel glued to the floor. It feels like you did when you were younger. Scared of those who pushed you around and kicked you to the ground. But this is worse. Way, way worse. And now that you’re too afraid to move, you can only imagine just how bad it’s about to be for you. “C’MERE. OR I’M GONNA-”

  But for some reason…

  “Ah…so there you are, my young friend.”

  ….bad never came.

  ~~~

  When Mr. Pinga dropped you off on your roof a couple minutes after taking care of the guys in the alleyway and calling the cops, you expected him to pass on a few words to you. What you could have done differently next time. A scolding for making so many stupid decisions in a row. Or maybe just a “goodbye!” and a “see you the next time I’m in town and can teach you how to deal with the newest bully in the schoolyard that was trying to get their way with you. 

  What you didn’t expect was for him to wrap his arms around you and squeeze you tight as soon as his feet touched the ground. 

  “I’m very proud of you, you know?” He uttered just loud enough for you to hear over your own cries. You had tried desperately to keep yourself from breaking down into you go into the own safety of your own room, but the second his hand started to rub small circles into your back, it was over. Now you can’t imagine the mess of tears you’re getting on his fancy flight jacket. You can’t imagine what would happen if Mr. Pinga didn’t miraculously swoop by and save the day. You were just scared. So, so scared. “It takes a lot of bravery to stare down a situation like that and to remain calm.”

  You try to say thank you. You did- you really did try. But words fall off your clumsy tongue in a mess of a jumbled-up whimper, and you can’t help but cry harder. Your bag hurts your shoulders, and the bento you picked up for dinner is left by your feet as Mr. Pinga holds you tighter. It feels like a hug from your dad when you fell off a bike. Or an embrace from your mom when things don’t go your way despite working so hard. But this hurts in a way you never thought it would. 

  Maybe it’s because Mr. Pinga is the very stranger who caught you crying on your walk home from school over a year ago before deciding to take it upon himself to teach you how to be tough. Or maybe it’s because these last couple of times he came to visit you and your family, he was beyond impressed with all the stories of how you’ve been taking care of the trouble you would get yourself into. 

  “You did good, my young friend.”

  Or maybe it’s because for a second- for split, measly little scary second back there you thought that you would never know things like hugs ever again. 

  “You did better than I ever could.”

  So you cry harder, and you’re sure you’re disturbing your poor neighbors at this point. You hold onto him harder, and you’re sure you’ll leave strange marks on Mr. Pinga’s fancy flight jacket. And you squeeze your eyes shut harder, and you’re sure the heavy footsteps that are climbing the flight of stairs that lead up to your roof are the footsteps of your worried parents, wondering why you haven’t been answering your phone for the last hour despite your promise to send updates. And Mr. Pinga lets you. He lets you press your face into his chest and bury out anything and everything this time around. He lets you wallow in your fears and your sadness, and your anger. Because even if they weren’t the playground bullies you used to face day after day, you faced them all the same. And that’s all he can ask for as your mentor.

   That’s all he asks for, for a kid as young and small as you.