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misc-obeyme · 7 months

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Okay and here are the headcanons for Kinktober!

It's a pretty well known fact (I think??) that Mary Shelley had sex on her mother's grave. (This is also the Mary Shelley who wrote Frankenstein and carried her dead husband's heart around.) It just seemed like such a perfect spooky Halloween situation, I wanted to write some headcanons about it lol.

So this is MC getting it on with our characters in a graveyard on Halloween in the middle of the night. In the case of the brothers, MC just summoned them. For the dateables, some creativity was required.

I didn't do the undateables this time because I wanted to do only one post and I didn't want it to be longer than it already is lol!

Happy Halloween!

KINKTOBER 2023

GN!MC x the demon brothers & dateables (minus Luke obvs)

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: penetration (reader receiving), oral (both reader receiving and characters receiving), fingering (reader receiving), tailfucking (uhhh do I have to say reader receiving well here it is just in case), semi-public, outdoors, mention of corpses and the like but this is mostly kinky jokes so nothing too gruesome

Lucifer

Why have you brought him here, MC? What could you possibly want to do in a graveyard? You had better have a real good explanation for why you summoned him to a graveyard in the middle of the night. You should know that he has better things to do than go ghost hunting with you.

The minute you kiss him, he understands. There's something desperate and needy about your lips on his. Already your tongue has entangled with his and heat has risen up between you.

He has no problem with making you lose yourself in a graveyard, but are you acting like this because it's Halloween? You're seeking some kind of trick? He won't bother to ask you because his lips are too busy sucking on your neck. Your hand is in his pants, freeing his cock, already hard and leaking. He's pulling you along with him so he can brace against whatever he comes across first, hoisting you up so he can enter you.

It's really too bad that your human world friends wouldn't believe you if you told them you were railed by Lucifer behind a mausoleum in the graveyard on Halloween night. You really wanted to tell someone because those are some epic bragging rights. Instead, you kept the memory to yourself, a little thrill pulsing between your legs whenever you thought of it.

Mammon

Terrified. Why are you in a graveyard? Why is he in a graveyard? And on Halloween of all nights! You try to distract him with kisses, but he keeps pulling away and asking you if you saw a ghost.

This seems like it's not going to work. Even when he tries not to be afraid, he's definitely too afraid. You're able to make him forget some of that fear by going to your knees and putting his cock in your mouth. Now he's scared and horny.

S-seriously, MC! What’re ya doin? He’s trying to protest but he isn’t very convincing because he keeps moaning. You pause to tell him the most ghostly thing in the graveyard tonight are his moans. He gets flustered and starts to argue but you shut him up pretty quickly.

After he comes in your mouth, he wants to return the favor, but he insists you have to leave the graveyard. He won’t be able to focus when he’s scared. Once he gets you somewhere else, he pays you back by making you scream his name.

Leviathan

Woah, MC! This graveyard reminds him of the manga I Was a Lonely Florist That Got Hit By a Bus and Now I’m a Ghost Living in a Graveyard While I Try to Solve My Own Murder! There’s a medium that tries to help the ghost florist and- you’re gonna have to cut him off unless you wanna be there for hours.

The minute Levi figures out that you brought him here because you want to have sex with him, he becomes a blushing mess. What if someone came to visit their grandma and sees you? Tell him it's Halloween, nobody is going to come visit their grandma.

He won’t protest for long once you start kissing him though. In fact, he gets hard so fast you’re pretty sure he’s just as turned on by this location as you. You have him sit down on low decorative wall so you can straddle him. He does his best to bite back his moans as you ride him, his hands tight on your hips.

Don't ever remind him of that experience. It's too embarrassing! But he does lend you all fifty three volumes of the ghost florist manga. Despite his embarrassment, the two of you read them together.

Satan

At first he’s a little confused. Why would you summon him to a graveyard like this? Then you start to kiss him and he figures it out. Actually makes you stop to ask if you know about Mary Shelley. He’s impressed when he finds out that was your inspiration.

Now he’s fully into it. Can’t resist adding to the Halloween vibe by shifting into demon form. Curls his tail around your waist as he pushes you back against a tree. Cushions the back of your head with his hand as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He’s thrusting into you at a steady pace but he’s also rambling quietly in your ear. It’s all poetry about darkness and fear, adding a satisfying thrill to the sweetness of him inside you. Your moans only encourage him.

Always after that, he will randomly recite a specific line of poetry to you, one that mentions a graveyard, one that he whispered in your ear while he was fucking you against that tree. It sends a shiver down your spine every time - a spooky little secret between the two of you.

Asmodeus

He shows up looking absolutely fabulous, fully decked out in Halloween themed makeup, clothes, and accessories. He looks around in confusion before asking why you summoned him to a graveyard. The look you give him is enough to reveal all.

MC! You want to do that here? In the dirt? Next to a bunch of corpses? He appreciates your dedication to the vibe but it’s kiiiinda gross! No matter, he's not here to kink shame. As long as he doesn't get dirty.

You decided to kiss him until his lipstick is smeared all over your lips. Seeing it makes him lose his mind and it isn’t long before he’s got your back pressed up against his chest, his cock buried inside you while he smears more lipstick across your neck. He doesn't care about being quiet and moans continually in your ear.

He may have to reapply his makeup look later, but it was worth it. Anytime he wants to send you a subtle message, he wears that particular shade of lipstick.

Beelzebub

Confusion. What’s going on, MC? Why did you summon him to a graveyard? Are you in danger? He’s looking around in the dark, ready to defend you from any ghouls that might show up.

It won’t take much for him to realize what you actually want. Oh. Oh. Once he’s figured it out, he’s more than happy to take care of you right here if that’s what you want. Wastes no time boosting you up against a mausoleum wall so he can put his head between your thighs.

You end up begging him to shift to demon form just so you can hold onto his horns. You're pulling harder than usual trying to keep your noises down and you don’t want to pull out his hair. Beel doesn’t mind, but he does what you ask.

Innocently asks if this is some kind of human tradition. Go ahead and tell him it’s an ancient Halloween ritual. It isn’t like that’s too far off from the truth anyway. Every year after he asks when you want to go back to the graveyard.

Belphegor

Ha ha, MC. He may be sleepy, but that doesn’t mean he wants to hang out with the dead. Honestly thinks you summoned him to the graveyard as a prank. Offended at first but okay he has to admit that it’s kinda funny.

That is until you start kissing him. Now he’s confused. Your hand on his cock clears things up for him. He’s going to smirk and bend you over, already moving your clothes and putting his fingers inside you. He teases you for a while, bringing you close only to pull you back.

Eventually you beg to feel his cock inside you and he finally does as you ask. You have to find something to brace yourself on. Maybe it’s a nearby tree or maybe it’s a nearby tombstone. Either way, Belphie’s prepared to make your legs shake.

He’s secretly turned on by this whole scenario. Brings it up to you occasionally just to watch you blush. You sometimes dream about that night and every time you do, he can’t keep his eyes off of you the next day.

Diavolo

You can’t summon him so you have to get creative if you want to fuck this demon in a graveyard. He’ll know if you lie to him and tell him it’s a human world custom. But it’s also Diavolo’s birthday, so you tell him you’ve got a gift for him which isn’t actually a lie.

He shows up at the graveyard as you request and he’s already in demon form. He’s hoping any humans who see him will think it’s a costume. It’s Halloween after all!

There is something about seeing the demon prince standing in a graveyard in the night with his horns and his wings and his exposed chest… he catches on quite quickly to your intentions because you can't keep your hands to yourself. As expected, he laughs, finding your idea delightful. He catches your hands and kisses you. You've already freed his cock so it's only a matter of moving your clothes out of the way before he's inside you.

What a thoughtful gift you gave him this year, MC! You can't quite tell if he's teasing you because he seems so genuine. The truth is that your boldness really turned him on, so he was being honest.

Barbatos

There really is no way to get him there without just asking him to meet you. As soon as you do, he's onto you. He finds it unlikely that you would ask him to meet you in a human world graveyard on Halloween in the middle of the night unless you were up to something. But he's curious, so he portals himself there at the appointed time.

Your sweet blush gives you away. Now that he's there, looking poised in the moonlight among the tombstones, you're a little embarrassed. But you aren't going to let this opportunity pass you by. And he can already tell what you want anyway.

My, my, MC. You really are a naughty little thing, aren't you? Don't worry, he's happy to indulge you. Before you even have a chance to try seducing him, the tip of a tail is creeping beneath your clothes. Barbatos fucks you with his tail so good you're seeing stars, clinging onto him and moaning his name.

He's not satisfied with this, though. Keeps you close as he portals you back to his own room in the Devildom. He keeps you there all night and now you've got a whole new Halloween tradition.

Simeon

At first you aren't sure how to get him to the graveyard. But you tell him that there's a place in the human world you want to show him. He seems happy enough to meet you there, but he is confused about the late hour. You tell him it's relevant to what you want to show him.

When he gets there, you waste no time and cut right to the chase, kissing him and putting your hand down his pants. Simeon, to your complete surprise, responds in kind.

Oh, MC. If this is what you wanted, you should have just told him. He's moved without you realizing and you feel something hard behind you. You look up and almost laugh - you're being pressed against the base of an enormous angel statue. You're not distracted for long though because Simeon is already moving aside your clothes. He bites down a little as he enters you, making you gasp. You wondered momentarily if the dead in that graveyard experienced heaven the way you were at that moment.

He'll never tell a soul about what the two of you did, but you know when he's thinking about it. He gets a particular look on his face, a light blush and a sparkle in his eyes. You're not even surprised when it happens in one of his future novels.

Solomon

Sure, he's happy to go with you to whatever graveyard you like, even if it's the middle of the night on Halloween. He gets it. It's spooky season, after all. You don't have to trick him into it, he's ready to go wherever you suggest.

When you get there, he waits for your direction, perhaps thinking you're on the lookout for ghosts or something. Figures out what you want immediately when you start to kiss him. And now he's turned on. Takes you into a nearby mausoleum and you find yourself bent over, hands braced against the wall. He's losing himself in you and praise tumbles out of him as your moans echo through the stone room.

You're both breathing heavily as he takes care of the clean up and fixes your clothes for you. Then he grins wickedly. Would this be considered a graveyard smash, MC? You threaten him with bodily harm for saying that, but he only laughs at you.

For a while afterward, he'll start humming Monster Mash near you, just to get a reaction out of you. You get to decide if you kiss him or hit him, but either way he's pleased about it.

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shadowlali · 5 months

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hot chocolate and snickerdoodle cookies

COD AU - Phillip Graves x bed and breakfast owner!fem!reader

[18+] summary: Phillip visits a bed and breakfast from his childhood. He meets the new owner, a sweet soul who helps him grieve. wc: 6.3k masterlist

[photos found on pinterest, all credit to original owners of the photos above]

warnings: NSFW, some proofreading, DUAL P.O.V., no use of Y/N nor details on reader’s appearance, talks about losing loved ones (grandparent, great aunt, great uncle), soft!graves, pet names, unprotected sex, breeding kink, size kink (if you squint) a/n: happy new year's! here's my take at a soft (but still commanding) graves <3 thank you all for the support! when i started this blog in august i never though i'd have people read my stuff 😭 may you all have an amazing and blessed new year! also don't read too much into the layout/logistics of the bed and breakfast i've only been to like two or three lol

Phillip’s. P.O.V.

Phillip sits in his idling car, staring at the dreamy, two-story bed and breakfast. It’s covered in a light sheet of snow with a few cars parked in the front. Through the big, front window, he can see the orange flickers of light emanating from the fireplace.

It’s been years since he’s last visited. Despite the welcoming atmosphere of the town and of the house, his heart hammers in his chest. He recognizes the same small grocery store, same tiny post office, same park… but it seems different?

And it is, at least to him. His grandmother, the one who introduced him to this place decades ago, is long gone. It didn’t matter that his parents would abandon him months on end, he had his grandmother and that was more than enough.

They stumbled on this town decades ago, when he was just a boy. Eventually it became a tradition. Every year his grandmother would bring him and every year they would stay in this bed and breakfast. He remembers the hot chocolate and snickerdoodle cookies and the soft beds. He remembers the older couple who owned the place, how kind and willing they were to include Phillip and his grandma in their holiday traditions.

Then it stopped. He joined the military, was shipped all over the world and only saw his grandma a few times a year. She never seemed to mind, happy to see her grandson all grown up and doing something he loved. The time spent with her became less and less. Lines and white hair, a symbol of a life well lived, appeared on her. It only made her more beautiful to him.

But time eventually caught up to her. Her hands shook when she reached for a cup of tea and it took her longer to walk up the stairs. Phillip didn’t want to stay away anymore. He had already thought of creating Shadow Company to be his own boss, his own commander. And his grandmother’s worsening condition only made him work faster to achieve that dream.

He didn’t see her too often, but she stayed in his home, under the care of a specialized team. Once Shadow Company was built, they had only three holidays together. Three holidays spent in the cute mountain town in the same two-story bed and breakfast. On the last Christmas before her passing, he held in his tears. She was too frail to open her presents. It was difficult for her to walk without assistance and her memory had long begun to fail her.

But they sat in front of the fireplace, surrounded by the chatter of the other guests and family of the owners. He held her softer hand in his and basked in the warmth of the flames and the love of his grandma. She turned slightly in her chair, covered under a mountain of blankets, and stared at his side profile.

Phillip… my baby boy, she had said softly. He turned to look at her, feeling her soft hand cup his cheek. Yeah, gram? I’m right here. A few months after that, once they were back in Texas, she passed peacefully in her sleep. There were hundreds of cards and flowers sent by everyone who knew her. There were people he didn’t even recognize at her funeral. But it was a testament to how loved she was by those around her.

The couple from the bed and breakfast visited and expressed how hurt they were by her passing. Their bodies were also frail and soon after they would pass too. He cried and cried and cried until there were no more tears. A strong, assertive soldier reduced to tears. Phillip walked around his grandmother’s room at his home and wrapped himself in the blankets she would knit. Time passed and he threw himself into his work, not thinking too much about her or the memories.

Even now, many years later, it still pains his heart when he thinks of her. He doesn’t want to be here. He doesn’t want to see the park and the swings where she’d push him until he felt like he was flying. He doesn’t want to see the snow and think about the snow angels or the snowball fights they used to have. It hurts. It hurts so much to relive those memories.

But he can’t live like this anymore. He wants to remember her and everything she did for him. Phillip wants to grieve properly even if he knows it’ll split his heart wide open. She deserves to be talked about and her memory deserves to be cherished.

Before his surge of confidence fades, Philip turns off the SUV and grabs his luggage from the passenger seat. He jogs across the street, wanting to escape the cold. He reaches the porch, seeing Christmas lights wrap around the front posts. It's past Christmas now, only a few days away from New Years, but he can see the giant green tree with shiny ornaments through the window.

Before he can knock on the door, it swings open. You stand there, encased in a knit sweater and leggings, looking way too sweet and soft for your own good. Phillip is left speechless for a moment, blinded by the smile on your pretty face.

“Hi! Welcome, come on in!” you say, motioning for him to enter the foyer.

Phillip clears his throat and offers you a smile. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

You close the door behind him, passing close enough for him to smell your perfume. Without thinking he breathes in deep, filling his lungs. He follows you to the front desk, wondering if you're related to the previous owners. As he gives his name and hands over his license he discreetly looks at your name tag. Phillip rolls your name quietly over his tongue, looking away once you take your eyes off of the computer.

“You’ve been here before! Your name is in our system,” you exclaim.

His heart pinches uncomfortably and before he can formulate a response you reach over on the desk and grab a picture frame.

“I thought you looked like the boy in this photo… this is you, right? With your grandma and my great aunt and uncle!”

He takes the picture frame from you, brushing against your soft hands. His breath catches in his throat and tears prick his eyes. It is him with his grandmother alongside what he now knows to be your great aunt and great uncle. He’s a young teen in this photo, at this point already taller than his grandma.

“They passed when I was young but they always talked about you and her. You guys were like a second family to them,” your soft voice breaks through his thoughts.

“They were–they were always so welcoming to us,” he whispers,” I have some great memories from this place.”

He hands back the picture and you place it once more on the desk. You hand him a key and walk around the desk towards the hallway.

“Well, Mr. Graves, I hope you’re able to create some new ones.”

“Phillip is fine, sweetheart. No need for formalities.”

You hum, nodding your head slightly. You ask if he needs help with his luggage and he immediately says no, motioning you to continue walking. He follows you, taking in his surroundings. Not much has changed since he was last here. The same dark wood floors and furniture adorn the place. He sees photos of other guests on small tables and on the walls of the hallway.

He breathes in the familiar scent of the home and lets the warmth wash over him.

“Is it just you here? Do other family members help run the place?” Phillip asks as you lead him up the stairs.

“It used to be my parents, but they left it to me. They said I’m more passionate about this house.”

“I remember how packed it got when I was younger,” Phillip states,” we always made sure to make our reservations well in advance.”

“It was like that a few days ago during Christmas,” you agree,” my parents came to help. I like it though, it’s always fun meeting new people.”

You stop at the end of the hallway and open the door to the large bedroom. A canopy bed with white curtains and fluffy pillows is placed in the center of the room. There’s a large dresser and nightstand in the same dark wood style as the furniture throughout the house. It’s exactly as Phillip remembers.

“I put towels in the bathroom for you and some extra blankets in the storage bench,” you say as you motion towards the ottoman at the end of the bed. “I’m down the hall if you need anything else.”

“Thank you, doll. I think I’ll be just fine.”

“Do you want any coffee or tea? I had just taken out the cookies from the oven before I saw you through our camera.”

Phillip laughs, now understanding why you opened the door before he knocked. “No thank you, I think I’m just going to get ready for bed.”

“Alright Mr. Gra–Phillip,” you remind yourself,” Have a good night!”

- - -

Phillip walks down the stairs, seeing cars leave the driveway from the window.

“Bye, thank you for coming! Have a safe trip back home,” you call out through the open front door.

“Mornin’,” he calls out.

You close the door before turning towards him. “Goodmorning, Phillip! How’d you sleep? Do you want some coffee?”

“Good, great actually. Those beds, wow, the softest I’ve ever slept on.”

You laugh in agreement. “Yeah, they did good in choosing that brand of mattresses. Coffee? Or are you going out?”

“Coffee would be great, doll.”

He follows you to the dining room where he sees an assortment of pastries, eggs, coffee, juice, and other breakfast items on the table.

“Any plans for today?” you ask while serving him a cup of coffee.

He takes a moment to think about your question. He really isn’t sure where to begin in this town. There’s a few places his grandmother would take him, but Phillip wonders how difficult and uncomfortable it will be for him to revisit those places without her. It’s difficult enough to be in this place with the memories hitting him at every corner.

“Uh, I’m not quite sure. Maybe take a walk around town.”

You fiddle with your sweater as an anxious look crosses your face. “I found something this morning in the attic. Is it okay for me to show it to you?”

Phillip’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion and he nods. You walk into the kitchen and a minute later walk out with a leather book in your hands. You pull out the chair next to Phillip, sit and open the book to reveal pages of photos.

“It’s their photo album,” you explain,” from all of their guests. I went to look for some light bulbs and accidently knocked over a box. This was inside of it.”

You flip some pages and land on photos of a younger Phillip and his grandmother. Phillip gently grabs the photo album and brings it closer to him. There’s pictures from the very first time they visited to pictures of him and his grandma ice skating at the park. Each flip of the page shows Phillip at different stages of his life and all around town or in the house.

“I can tell by your face that this is as much of a surprise to you as it was to me.”

Phillip nods,” I had no idea there were photos. Why do you think they kept these?”

“I’m not quite sure, they never mentioned anything when I was younger. They only showed me the picture that’s on the front desk. Maybe they forgot about it?”

Phillip nods absentmindedly, flipping through the many pages. Tears prick his eyes and he gets a wave of nostalgia and grief. Before a teardrop falls he quickly slams the book shut and pushes it back to you.

“Thank you, uh, for showing me this,” Phillip murmurs as he stands up.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Phillip,” you stress,” the last thing I wanted to do was make you sad. I just wanted to show you these because I know it makes me feel better when I look back through photos.”

Phillip stops in his tracks with your words.

“It makes you feel better?”

You nod quickly, standing up from your own chair and walking slowly towards Phillip. “I mean, of course it hurts to think that my loved ones aren’t here anymore. But, I have pictures and I have memories. I talk about them and I visit places we went together and I make new memories.”

Phillip rubs a hand on his forehead, taking in your words. He wonders if this is where he should begin. Seeing those photos made Phillip feel emotions he hadn’t experienced in years. But that’s why he’s here, to honor her and no longer repress his memories.

“It’s–it’s hard for me to think about my grandma. I don’t know how to–to get through this sadness. It’s been so long but it still feels as if it just happened.”

“Is that why you’re here? To process her passing?”

“Yes,” Phillip whispers,” it’s funny, actually. I’m a soldier who’s used to running onto battlefields and dangerous territories without a second thought. But this,” he points to the photo album,” scares me… I’m not sure why I’m telling you all of this, but I feel like I can trust you.”

You beam at him, showing him the pretty smile that’s captivated him from the moment he first laid eyes on you. “Of course you can trust me Phillip. And I know we just met but you don’t have to be scared. I can help you if you’d like?”

“How?”

“Well,” you say while walking back to the photo album and flipping to the first page with his photos,” there’s a ton of activities you can do according to these pictures. Like ice skating at the park.”

Phillip scratches his head, not quite up to do things alone. “I don’t know if I want to go by myself–”

“Would you like me to go with you?”

Phillip’s heart skips a beat at your suggestion. “You’d do that, sweetheart? Don’t you have guests here?”

“No! You’re the last one until after New Year’s. I’d love to help you Phillip, but I also don’t want to interfere in any plans or bother you–”

“No, no. That would actually be–be really helpful.”

Phillip smiles back, entranced by the twinking in your eyes.

“Anywhere in particular you’d like to go first?”

The walk to town is straight out of a movie with snow covering the many trees and rustic-like houses. Despite the cold, the town square is filled with people and laughter. Vendors are set up around the park, selling hot chocolate and different foods.

“I’m not sure, what do ya’ think?” he asks.

“How about the ice rink?”

“Only to watch, not actually skate–”

“What?” you exclaim. “No way. We’re getting on the ice!”

You link your hand in his and begin pulling him towards the open ice rink. He drags his feet, suddenly nervous at the idea of balancing on thin blades. He feels like an awkward teenager again, hoping he doesn’t make a fool of himself in front of the pretty girl he likes.

“Come on, Phillip! You can’t hug the wall the entire time,” you call out.

“I’m not huggin’ the damn— Jesus, fine.” Phillip responds, pushing off the railing and slowly skating towards you.

You start skating backwards, moving farther away for Phillip to follow you. He’s lucky, the rink is mostly empty apart from a few others.

“Where are you goin’ doll? How about we stay in one place–”

“No, silly,” you tease him,” you need to re-learn how to skate. Plus, we need to recreate the picture.”

“Recreate the picture?”

You stop at his question and reach into your jacket pocket. Finally, he thinks as he approaches you. You pull out a stack of photos, the ones from inside of the photo album.

“I brought them so we know exactly what to do. The tree is still up,” you say as you point to the giant christmas tree,” if you stand here I can take a picture and you’ll have a new one. I was thinking you could recreate some of the photos.”

It’s a good idea, a sweet one at that. Even if his legs are slightly shaking from being unbalanced and he knows he’ll eventually make a fool out of himself on the ice, it’s a step in the right direction of the grieving process.

You skate around him and hold up your phone to take a photo. “Ready?”

Phillip stands awkwardly, unsure of what to do. You call out a simple smile but it takes him a moment to do so. He looks around, watching children stumble on the ice and parents or grandparents there to pick them up and push them to try again. He turns to look at people walking through the park, couples hand in hand or children playing in the snow. He feels the wind ruffle his hair slightly and brush across his face.

So he smiles. A genuine smile. One that doesn’t feel forced or sad. He hears the shutter sounds come from your phone and you skate towards him after a few clicks.

“Here, I think these look perfect,” you say as you show him the screen.

“Okay, now it's your turn–”

“No, Phillip. I don’t need any pictures–”

He makes a tsk sounds and grabs your hand before you're able to skate away. “We’ll take one together, that’s my compromise to your idea.”

You roll your eyes playful at him but nonetheless hand him your phone. His pulse flutters on his neck as you lean in closer while he snaps a photo of the both of you. Phillip hands you the phone and you playfully bump into him as you skate away.

“Okay,” he warns,” we’re done here–”

“Show me what you got, Commander.”

After the third time he slips and lands on his butt, you finally decide to leave for the next task. His ego is bruised only a little, the giggles and soft hands you offered every time he fell down were worth the minor embarrassment.

“The hot chocolate your great aunt made was amazing, but I remember liking this one too,” Phillip says once inside the little bakery.

“Her secret was maple syrup and dark chocolate. I haven’t been able to recreate it exactly like hers but I’m still trying.”

The both of you reach the front counter and you order a hot chocolate and sugar donut while Phillip orders a coffee and croissant.

“Coffee? No, Phillip! You need to order a hot chocolate–he’ll get a hot chocolate instead,” you tell the employee.

“Wait–” he starts, but by then the employee has left to prepare the order. “You do realize that I’m a grown man?”

“And? Where’s your childlike wonder? Where’s your inner child, Phillip?” you tease.

You try to pay using your card but Phillip pushes your hand away. “What’re you doin’?”

“It’s my treat, Phil–”

“Don’t be silly, doll,” he gently chastises.

You find a table and sit down, Phillip sliding into the booth right next to you. You cheers his cup and Phillip watches you take a sip. A jolt of arousal hits him the moment you moan at the taste of the drink. Phillip looks away quickly once you make eye contact, feeling himself overheat. He’s usually not so shy around women, quite the opposite actually.

But the emotions he’s experiencing with you are… new. And it’s not because you’re helping him and he’s somehow replacing his grandmother’s memory with you, it’s because you’re sweet. You don’t even know him, yet since the minute you spoke to him you were genuine in your kindness. Here you are now, helping him with your encouraging words and pretty face.

You give him a shy smile and place a hand on his cheek, turning his face towards his own cup. “Try it, Phillip!”

He takes a sip, immediately transported back to his childhood. “Yup, this is just how I remember.”

He hears the shutter of a camera and turns to see you taking pictures of him. He takes the phone from your hands and has you pose to take some of you then of you two together.

In just a few short hours, you’re able to help him recreate most of the photos. By late afternoon, snow begins to fall, landing on your cheeks and eyelashes. The both of you are standing outside the bed and breakfast, admiring a snowman left by one of the guests. He’s enthralled, listening to the rasp of your voice while you recount a story of a snowman you built when you were younger.

You tilt your head back, watching the snowflakes drift down slowly from the sky. He watches them land on your lips and soft skin, suddenly jealous that the snowflakes get to kiss you first.

“Anyways, hungry? Phillip?” you ask, a confused look on your face at his silence.

“Right–yeah, I mean yes,” he stammers out, feeling his face heat.

“How about I cook us something–”

“Let me, as a thank you for today. Going out of your way to help me alleviate the pain, let me at least repay the favor.” Phillip interrupts.

“You don’t have to repay–”

“Show me to the kitchen, sweetheart.”

The busy bee that you are, he soon realizes, you do show him the kitchen but immediately begin cleaning the now empty rooms. He prepares a dish he knows too well, roasted chicken and an assortment of vegetables he finds in the fridge. Even with the soft music playing in the living room and the crackle of the fireplace, he can hear you gently humming from the hallway while you sweep.

He sets another pot of coffee and hears a knock on the front door. You jog to the door and open it, saying hello and thank you so much before shutting the door and walking away. Phillip finishes cooking and washing the dishes he used about an hour later and calls you over to the dining room.

“Who knew the Commander could cook?” you praise him.

He smiles at your comment, a slight flush appearing on his neck. “I’m a real jack-of-all-trades.”

After dinner, the both of you sit in front of the fireplace, basking in the warmth. He listens as you talk about your New Year’s resolutions, mainly wanting to find the time and energy to travel more. Phillip finds comfort in your voice, allowing himself to fantasize what it would be like to retire from Shadow Company and travel the world with you. It’s crazy, since he just met you, but he allows himself to imagine.

“I don’t even know what day it is today. Once Christmas passes it’s hard to keep track. Oh,” you say after a yawn,” I almost forgot.”

You jump out of your seat and pad quickly up the stairs. He listens to your soft footsteps walk around the second floor, then you come back down with another leather book.

“I know I’ve already airdropped the photos to you, but I thought you’d like this as well.”

He takes the book from your hands and opens it, finding all of the old photos matched to the new ones. It’s the pictures of himself, in front or in the middle of whatever activity he and his grandmother were doing. He flips through the pages, finding comfort in her smile, knowing she’d want him to be happy, to not hold onto the pain but only remember the good times they spent together.

He turns to look at you, uncaring that there’s tears in his eyes. “I don’t know what to say, thank you doesn’t seem like enough.”

“It’s more than enough, Phillip,” you whisper, reaching to wipe away a teardrop with your thumb,” Through your stories and the stories of my great aunt and uncle, I feel like I got to know her too.”

“How’d ya’ get these printed so fast?”

“I had my friend at the print shop do it!”

You pull your hand back but Phillip grabs it, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand and another to your wrist. He leaves his lips there for a moment, feeling the flutter of your pulse. He hears the sharp intake of your breath and places another kiss on your skin. You pull your hand away slowly and stand up, leaning over to place a kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll leave you to look through the photo album. I think it’d be good for you to have some alone time, yeah?”

Phillip nods his head in agreement,“ thank you again, doll.”

Once you're upstairs and he hears the sound of water running from your shower, he allows himself to cry. He traces his fingertips on his grandmother’s face, wishing she were still here. He cries until he can barely see, until the photos become too blurry to focus on.

He cries for keeping the memories locked away in his mind for so many years, for not cherishing her memory. He cries for your thoughtfulness and for your gift. Eventually, he makes his way upstairs and falls heavy on the bed. Exhaustion takes control and he falls asleep, the book still in his hand.

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Reader’s P.O.V.

You’re up early the next morning, like most days. You hear the front door close as you descend the stairs and once you open the blinds, you see Phillip walking in the distance towards the town. He seemed like he appreciated the gift, and you really hope he liked it. The night before, you could hear his sobs and it took everything in you not to come back down and comfort him. But, he needed his time alone.

You finish cleaning up the rest of the rooms, really only needing to put the sheets and towels to wash as you had finished most chores the night before. You’re in the process of starting a fresh pot of coffee and taking muffins out of the oven when you see someone out of the corner of your eye. You turn and find Phillip leaning against the doorjamb with a small smile on his face.

“Good morning, Phillip. How’d you sleep?”

“Mornin’ sweet girl,” he pauses and takes a deep breath before responding,”... good. I had a good night's rest. How ‘bout you?”

“Great!” you respond, a smile spreading across your face.

He places a paper bag from your friend’s print shop on the table. “I have something for you.”

“Oh?”

Phillip pulls out a lavender colored photo album from the bag and presents it to you.

“Oh, Phillip. You didn’t have to buy me a new one! We have a ton of them all over–”

“Doll,” he interrupts,” open it.”

You take it and open up the album, gasping as you see the pictures from the day before. There’s some of you ice skating and of you drinking hot chocolate at the bakery and of course the pictures Phillip took of the both of you.

“This is–wow, Phillip,” you whisper,” I don’t know what to say. This is incredibly sweet of you.”

You flip through the pages for a few minutes, seeing you and Phillip posing. He took time out of his day to not only print the photos, but rearrange them in the album. Your heart beats fast in your chest, the crush you have on him only growing. Without another word you wrap your arms around Phillip. He returns the hug immediately, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m grateful, ya’ know? To you, for being with me while I work through it all,” Phillip says once you pull back,” I still have a lot to do on my own. But you were there, encouraging me to take the first step. The major first step.”

He cups the side of your face and you can’t help but lean into his touch. You’re sure you have a dreamy look in your eyes, completely taken aback by the blue of his.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispers.

“What–”

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, his eyes flicking from yours back to your lips.

You nod, meeting him halfway. His lips are soft and plush. Phillip cups the back of your head with one hand while the other is placed on your lower back. You run light fingers through his thick hair, running the tip of your tongue on his bottom lip. Phillip groans, pushing his hips into yours.

He grinds his erection into your lower belly and moves his hand to cup the curve of your bottom. You lift up your thigh and wrap your leg around his waist. He angles his hips to grind right against your clothed pussy, eliciting a whimper from your mouth.

Phillip breaks away from the kiss, trailing open mouth kisses to your throat. “Let me take you upstairs,” he groans,” please, sweet girl.”

“Yes, yes, Phillip.”

In under two minutes Phillip is able to get you up to your room. You stand at the edge of your bed while he kisses a path over your clothed breasts and down to the waistband of your leggings. He pulls them down, trailing his lips over the soft skin of your thighs. You wiggle out of them, goosebumps erupting on your sensitive skin.

He presses open mouth kisses to your cotton panties, looping his fingers on the sides and pulling them down slowly. You're wet and achy and hot, all thanks to him. You grip the edges of your sweater and pull it off. Phillip stands to unclip your bra, immediately latching his mouth to your swollen nipples. You link your fingers in his hair and tug, feeling his teeth bite gently on your skin.

“So pretty, aren’t you?” Phillip whispers while gently pushing you to lay on the bed.

He brings your hips right to the edge, spreading open your thighs and running light fingers over your slit.

“All wet and swollen just f’me,” he groans.

You nod even though he’s not looking at you, more focused on kneeling and burying his face in your cunt. “Just for you, just for you–oh god!”

He licks a broad, quick stripe from your entrance to your sensitive clit. He does it again, lapping up your juices.

“Phillip,” you drag his name out in a long moan.

“What baby?” he teases,” you want more?”

He slips a finger inside your drooling entrance, moans erupting from the both of you. He fucks into you gently, adding a second finger and swiping his tongue through your folds. Phillip’s tongue swipes up and up and over your clit repeatedly. You twist and squirm your hips, feeling electricity coil in your tummy. You thank the gods that the house is completely empty because the sounds emanating from your mouth are dirty.

“Such a sweet girl,” Phillip coos against your wet skin,” keep makin’ those sounds f’me.”

Phillip curves his fingers and speeds up his movements, the wet from your pussy only making it easier. So soft and beautiful girl falls from his lips the few moments he comes up for air. You feel heat spread rapidly through your body and then you're falling, falling, falling into the abyss, gripping the comforter tightly to hold you in place. He places a strong hand on your stomach to keep you still while you writhe from his tongue and fingers.

“Oka–okay, no mo–more,” you cry out, shaking from the intensity of the aftershocks.

“You made such a pretty mess,” he groans.

Phillip removes his fingers, placing his forehead on your inner thigh. He breathes in deep and places tiny, wet kisses up to your tummy.

“How was that, sweetheart? Wanna keep going?” he whispers, biting the sensitive skin on your chest.

You move your hands to cup his face and bring him in for a kiss. You lick and bite his jaw, cleaning up your mess and leaving behind red marks on his skin. He falls perfectly between your thighs, lightly grinding his still clothed erection on your sensitive skin.

“You’re wearing too much clothes,” you murmur, sliding your hands underneath his crew neck sweater. “Take them off,” you giggle.

“Yes ma’am,” he says, quickly sliding off the bed.

You sit up and watch as he throws off his sweater and then unbuckles his jeans. While he pushes them down, you bring a hand to his muscled stomach, stroking the heated skin. His cock comes into view and you gasp slightly at the size. You reach a hand down to gently stroke his length, shivering at the feel.

“Don’t worry doll,” he moans,” you can take me.”

He grasps your hand, lay back down, whispered in the quiet room. Phillip climbs on the bed and spreads your thighs to accommodate his hips. He wraps your thigh around his waist and rubs his thick cock between your folds. You reach a hand down and guide him right to your dripping entrance. You throw your head back into the soft pillows, feeling him slide into your messy cunt. He works himself all the way in, his eyes half lidded and jaw clenched.

“Phillip,” you whimper,” you’re deep, baby.”

“Fuck, like if you–if you were ma–made f’me,” he mutters.

Phillip hips fuse to yours and you feel the coarse hair on his groin rub on your wet skin. He stays still, running hands over your thighs and up to your swollen nipples, breathe, baby, he repeats to you. He runs his thumb over your lips, sliding it into the warmth of your mouth.

He stretches you, reaches deep inside of you with his thick cock. You squeeze him, adjusting to his size and the feel of him all around you. He slides back out slowly, gripping your thigh for a better angle. In one swift movement he pushes back in. You suck and bite his thumb, gagging slightly when he pushes it deeper into your mouth.

“Honey, fuck–you feel like honey,” he groans, keeping his eyes locked where you two are joined.

He slips his thumb out of your mouth and moves it to rub small circles on your clit.

“Like that, just like that,” you cry.

Phillip keeps the pace, sliding out and pushing all the way back in. You become limp in his hands, molded by his touch and by his cock. He reaches your cervix with each thrust, kissing the end of you, deeper that anyone else has ever reached.

“Feels good, doll?” he asks, moving faster. “Am I stretching this little pussy?”

Tears fall from the corner of your eyes from the intensity. You nod dumbly, entranced by him. His eyes are almost black, pupils dilated.

“My swe–sweet girl,” he groans,” so tight.”

“So good–i’m so– i’m so,” you stammer.

“I know, baby,” he coos,” you’ve been so good.” His thumb swipes through your folds, gathering your wetness and back up to strum your clit. “Let go, I’ve got you.”

He leans over you, pistoning his hips and rolling your clit with his slick thumb. Your vision blurs then electricity shoots up your spine again. Your mouth opens in a chorus of moans and whimpers. Vaguely, you hear Phillip praise you that’s it, come for me baby, my pretty girl.

He finishes soon after, falling on top of you and burying his head in your neck while he fucks you sloppy through your aftershocks. You feel spurts of warmth as he comes inside of you, marking you. You hear his groans and slight whimpers in your ear while his hips jerk and twitch.

You’re exhausted, body deliciously aching and limp. Your eyes droop as you feel the pull of sleep almost take you. Phillip groans as he leans back, pulling out slowly. You feel the drip of his come slide out of land on the sheets. Phillip uses his fingers to push some of it back in.

“There,” he whispers,” back to where it belongs.”

You roll your eyes but Phillip catches you, slapping your inner thigh. You giggle as he stands, watching while he walks into the bathroom and comes back with a washcloth. He cleans the mess on your inner thighs then cleans himself.

“Take a nap with me,” you plead.

“Tempting, but have you eaten?”

You blink, realizing you were in the process of making breakfast before he arrived.

“Eat first, nap later,” he commands, walking to your drawer and pulling out one of your sweaters, linen pants, and thick socks.

Once you’re dressed, he has you wait on the bed while he goes back to his room to change into new clothes. You walk down the stairs together, you, a little more slowly from the ache between your thighs. You push his shoulder as you see him smirk, only slightly annoyed by him.

After breakfast you fall asleep on the living room floor, Phillip setting up the fireplace and placing a mountain of blankets in front of it. You wake a while later, feeling lax but surprisingly energized. You walk into the kitchen, noticing the sun setting from the window.

“I think today is New Year’s Eve, doll,” Phillip says behind you.

You check your phone while Phillip rubs the sleep from his eyes, noticing that it is in fact New Year’s Eve. The days got away from me, you think, leaning into Phillip’s embrace, in the best way possible.

“Will you help me make hot chocolate?” you ask. “I want to try again with the recipe.”

“As long as you teach me how to make snickerdoodle cookies,” Phillip agrees, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Deal.”

By the time both tasks are finished, you and Phillip find yourselves in the back patio, wrapped in blankets with two cups of delicious hot chocolate and a plate of snickerdoodle cookies. The clock strikes midnight and fireworks light up the sky, Phillip gently grasping your chin while he gives you a New Year's kiss.

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noroi1000 · 6 months

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Reincarnation au with Satoru. Where after his death y/n in rage kills Sukuna and Kenjaku ( her hidden powers come out ) . She spends rest of her life waiting for Satoru like the next 40 years till her death

They are both reincarnated and Satoru has memories of his past life and he keeps on searching for y/n . He is a businessman in this life and he keeps waiting for y/n never dates any girl but she doesn't come until he is 28 years and one day his grandma needs emergency hospitalization and he goes to the city's best hospital. While his grandma is in ICU and he is worried outside, the young owner of the hospital who has just come out after performing a surgery comforts him and he's like " y/n........" He keeps on visiting her on purpose ( she has no memories of her past ) and he sends a marriage proposal to her family knowing his father and y/n's father were college friends

Oh my god can you write it

I had this thought after I pulled an all nighter yesterday

I'm waiting for you in different life

Summary: After Satoru died, you waited for him for the next 40 years.You didn't want to think it was over. After all, there was still a chance of you meeting him, right?Your second chance has come. It came with death. When you reincarnated in another world.

Warnings: death. mistakes

When you wanted to remember how many years you hadn't seen Satoru, you later regretted that you remembered.

40 years have passed...

There was no trace of your Satoru. You've been waiting for him to come back for 40 years. After all, sorcerers can survive until their heads are cut off.... He had so many years to regenerate. So why hasn't he done it yet?

He should live to old age with you. He should smile with you for the rest of your life.

You don't remember much of what happened that day... You don't remember December 24, 2018...

All you remember is the image of your Satoru's body landing on the ground in two pieces. And his eyes are coldly directed toward the sky. When he didn't blink. As he lay there with his heart not beating in his chest.

You remember that you were grieving for him. You were lying next to him, doing everything to keep him with you. You screamed, you begged, and you did absolutely everything.

However, his heart did not move.

It's like reanimating a doll. No matter how long you do this, the doll will not get up and live.

You also remember that your body ached as your skin almost burned from the excess energy being released from your body.

You killed Ryomen Sukuna while in a trance. In a trance of despair and pain. In a trance of rage. A moment later, you also knew that the man using Satoru's best friend's body as a toy had also been killed.

You couldn't believe that you could do something like that... After all, Satoru was always stronger than you. But everyone told you that you beat them.

You don't remember this.

Because even though you had the strength to defeat such powerful sorcerers and curses, you were unable to bring your Satoru back to life.

You lost yourself in the thought that it was over.

You never wanted to smile again.

You've been waiting for 40 years for him to come out of nowhere and run to you.

You don't pay attention to the time. You wait for him to come to you. Until his heart moves and allows him to come out of the grave.

You were waiting for the moment when he would knock on your door and you would appear in his arms again.

You waited until you could kiss him.

Even if you were both older, you would still love each other. Your love was not something ordinary. After all, you were everything to each other.

You waited for his heart to start beating for you again.

Every day, you cried into your pillow, silently asking when he would come back. Because it was so cold in bed without him...

Your dreams weren't pleasant without his arms around you.

You just waited so long that you knew his arms around you were just your imagination.

You waited so long for his heart to be next to you that your heart stopped without his company.

One day, you fell asleep, hoping that he would show up the next morning.

The next morning, you didn't open your eyes. And you could never do it again.

There were beliefs that, after death, people went to another incarnation.

But they don't remember their previous lives.

Apparently, people who once lived live in another body. They are similar to their previous appearances. But they don't remember that they existed as someone else.

Sometimes, anomalies happen.

Anomalies that remember their previous incarnation even after reincarnation.

On one world, someone named Gojo Satoru died.

And on another world, someone named Gojo Satoru had just been born.

On December 7, a boy with white hair and incredibly beautiful blue eyes was born.

For years, he had been a child who behaved a little differently than others.

He was remembering something that never happened.

A boy who came from a rich family. And from the very beginning, he was supposed to take over the largest company after his father. And his father didn't see him as strange. Because he was a smart kid.

And since he was a child, he told his parents one thing.

“I'm waiting for (y/n).”

In the following years, the son of a wealthy family used his life to "find someone who does not exist."

But it didn't bother them. Gojo Satoru, the son of the richest man in Japan, was the smartest child. And his eyes often looked at something that did not exist.

He couldn't get used to the fact that there are no curses in this world. In this world, he is not a sorcerer.

He is a boy.

A boy who found out that the only thing he really wants to do here is find his love from his previous life.

As long as he can wait that long...

What if you live so long that he dies here first?

Only one universe separates you... You have to meet somehow.

Despite excelling in school and everything he did, he grew up to be an almost perfect child.

He was an ideal person who could do anything he wanted or had to. But he was still waiting for the person he called "(y/n)".

His family even looked to see if there was anyone with that name. There was no (y/n) (l/n) in this world that he wanted.

But still waiting, he never lost hope.

If he is here, you must be here too.

He looked almost like he had in his previous life.

Therefore, for the next almost 20 years, he focused on looking identical.

He was happy that he was just as tall. Because he couldn't get used to being a "midget".

He learned not to disappoint his family. And also, since he wasn't a sorcerer, he had to work somehow. And becoming a multi-billionaire wasn't a bad life plan.

When you show up, he will be able to start his life over with you.

And in the meantime, he was doing everything he wanted you to recognize him.

Exercise, gym. Doing everything to be the best. Even as a businessman and not as a sorcerer.

For 28 years of his life, he has done everything to be the same person when you come along.

Same for you.

And his love hasn't changed either.

"Give me a break! I don't have time right now!" The scream echoed in the bright corridor. "I can't talk right now! I don't care if you have a problem right now! I have something more important to worry about!"

His mouth moved aggressively as he shouted at the employee who was supposed to handle the documents. He was a businessman. But such small jobs could be done by workers. He already gave them so much help when he told them that if they had any problems, they could call him directly...

And now some asshole was disturbing him and talking about work while he was running around the hospital looking for the hospital room where his grandmother was brought!

Maybe in his previous incarnation he had no family, but here he has a full family!

He has been living with them for 28 years! He has become attached to them! This is his family in this world! He can't get past the fact that his grandma had a heart attack while she was at home and is probably in the ICU right now!

As he approached the reception desk, he was panicked.

He ignored the strange feeling as he asked the woman near the desk about his grandmother's whereabouts.

He was too stressed to see anything... There was a resemblance...

"Gojo Ojina.... Where can I find her?" he asked quickly, feeling strange for a moment at the use of his last life name. However, it's also his name now.

"Who are you?" the young woman in front of him asked, standing sideways.

"I'm her grandson." He replied, and he saw the other woman approach him, looking through the documents.

"Mrs. Gojo has been transferred to the ICU." she said, and he became more worried. "Please wait for further information."

It was strange that his parents weren't in the hospital right now... Oh yes... His mother had the flu and was in bed, and his father was at a business meeting...

He found someone who only cares about business... But he couldn't accuse him of being a bad father.

When, after several hours of waiting, he knew nothing, he wanted to give up.

There is no word on whether his grandmother will make it through.

And her only words that appeared in his mind were not perfect words...

„Listen, Satoru... I'm 86 years old, and I don't feel like going to my grave until I fucking have great-grandchildren! Get off that tall ass and find yourself a wife!”

Well... His grandmother was direct...

But he was waiting for you.

If only you had shown up, he would have had children with you by now!

A 28-year-old virgin (in this life) who is waiting for his beloved!

He could live off the memories of how fucking good sex with you was!

As soon as you are together again, it will be as good as ever! You will be happy together!

"I'm sorry this happened to your grandma. I hope she will enjoy life again."

He heard a woman's voice while sitting in a chair in the waiting room.

It was the same voice that was at the reception. This person gave him a strange feeling that he ignored.

She looked like...

His eyes lit up suddenly.

"Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm the owner of this hospital. My name is–."

"(y/n)...?"

He came to the hospital every day under the pretext of visiting his grandmother.

But he wanted to meet you.

You had no memories of your past life. You didn't remember him.

But since you fell in love with him in his previous incarnation, you can too now! And everything will be as perfect as in your previous life!

For a month, while his grandmother was in the hospital, he was there to talk to you.

He invited you for coffee, and when you accepted, your favorite drink appeared.

He brought you your favorite flowers under the guise of "thanking you for helping his grandmother."

He was worried about her, but her condition was stable enough that she was moved to a regular room and everyone could see her.

Seeing what was happening between her grandson and the young owner of the hospital, she kept ringing the bell to the nurses to ask them for her grandson to come and for the owner of the hospital to come.

Because she wanted great-grandchildren!

Knowing many details, she told her grandson that his father was friends with your father at school.

So when the relationship between you two became so strong that something sparked, he told his father that he wanted you.

Your family received a message from Gojo's family. About their son, Gojo Satoru, sending a marriage proposal.

Between him and you.

And after all this time of him surprising you with how much he knew you and making you fall in love with him, this was an offer you couldn't refuse.

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minas-linkverse · 2 months

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What do homelives look like for these guys? Like- who's dating/becoming friends with who? Anybody have family/friends who they especially miss? Any headcanons that might not be as popular as you'd like them to be?

This could be answered super long form and indepth, but I think its more fun to pick up those things from the comic itself (+ bonus art stuff)

Still! I'm happy to share some bits ✌ But know that theres way more deets and ideas.

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Post-game sksw is a setting I've talked about quite indepth on the blog before, but for a quick recap:

Zelda and Link are dating. A lot of skyloft folks have joined in the effort to settle on the surface, but so far only Link and Zelda's house is done. Groose, his goons and Karane are working on building more + some help from other skyloft folks. Pippit cooks for them after a hard day's work and is dating Karane.

Groose was invited by Zelda and Link to live in their house, but has refused to and instead stays at the temple. He says he's looking after it with grandma being gone.

In my hcs Groose, Zelda and Link end up in a poly relationship one day 💛 However the comic isn't about romance so any romantic progression with them is unlikely to show up beyond subtext in the pages.

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Legend's life post Link's Awakening is smth I'm keeping fairly vague as I feel the points that matter aren't where they may sleep at night, but where they don't. That'll be explored in the comic, but basically: He's a loner and does not really interact with folks beyond neccesity.

He has a professional relationship with princess Zelda, who sometimes tasks him with places to go do hero stuff at.

Also not sure if this counts but they do visit their Uncle's grave now and then for maintanance.

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Mini loves his grandpa who also loves his grandson very much. 🙌 Grandpa struggles to keep up with Mini's intense personality and general unstoppability, but besides that things are good back home.

He spends a lot of time adventuring, guarding and investigating around Hyrule so he can keep the kingdom safe! But he also likes sneaking into the castle to hang with Zelda 😊 They're bestest of friends and get in a lot of trouble together.

In a very subtle way the comic does imply Mini marries into Royalty at some point, but I left it vague so ppl can ignore that if they wanna!

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This was fun to write so lemme know who else u may wanna hear a short description for! I have a Ravio ask in the inbox lined up already tho.

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vendetta-if · 10 months

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I’m so disappointed by everyone here 😔… no one has asked who would brawling eachother to hold mcs new kid first???

Like Luka and Yvette shaking it out already in the ring, Takashi coming in with a pinning move, grandpa sneaking a way through, but WHAT IS THIS? VICTOR RISING FROM THE GRAVE TO DELIVER AN ULTIMATE SUPLEX then play with the baby right after

Nah but seriously, even a small blurb, what the reaction to Mc handing a baby over to held first by the parental figures (Luka, grandpa, takashi, etc) after parents holding them first?

Oh my God, anon 💀 Viktor would definitely rise from the grave to hold his grandkid(s) if he could 😭

In an AU where Viktor is still alive, then no questions, Viktor would be the first one to hold the baby. But in the current story where he’s dead, I can see Grandpa trying to exert his authority and seniority to be the one to hold the baby first, and Luka and Takashi (if you romance Rin, ofc) would let him because they respect and fear him.

But after grandpa, it’s fair game between Luka, Takashi, and Yvette 😂 Well, Luka and Takashi might not even let Yvette visit/come before either of them can hold the baby, but Yvette can still resort to dirty tactics and disguise herself as a nurse or something.

Meanwhile, Luka distracts Takashi for a second and when Takashi turns back, Luka’s already gone in a blink of an eye.

But here are little reactions on each of them when they hold the baby for the first time 🥲 I’ll also include Viktor’s, Cara’s, and Grandma’s reactions just because I wanna see them happy I’ll also assume that for Takashi and Azami, it is MC’s child with Rin.

Viktor

He is overwhelmed with a mix of so many emotions that his eyes water as he holds MC’s little baby in his arms tenderly. It reminds him of the time he first held baby MC in his arms decades ago, only this time, the occasion is more joyous with no tinge of bittersweetness. He has a grandchild now!

He decides to do what he did to baby MC not long after he first held them; he brings the baby up to his face and rubs his nose to the baby’s affectionately, laughing happily.

Grandpa

He accepts the baby from MC, holding them in his hands as gently as he can. And still, he’s afraid that he might accidentally hurt or make the baby uncomfortable.

It doesn’t take long for his muscle memory to kick in and he holds the baby in a more comfortable position; the same way that he held Viktor and Luka when they were born. He still remembers fondly how Alina had to correct his arms and pose and joked about how stiff he was.

It was a shame that she nor he was not there to hold MC when they were first born, but he’s glad that he still manage to be alive and doesn’t miss his first great-grandchild’s birth.

Luka

He holds the baby awkwardly in his hands. He has never holds a baby before! And it’s harder than he first expected. What if he accidentally hurt them? They look so… fragile it kinda makes him nervous.

But after a short crash course on baby-holding from either MC or Takashi, he’s now far more comfortable in holding his very first… grand-nibling? Is that even a term?

He can’t hold back the smile on his face as he grips the baby’s little, chubby, hand softly and gives it a handshake.

Takashi

He laughs boisterously as he takes his very first grandchild in his hands, lifting them up high, which causes Rin to scold him. He bounces the baby gently instead while telling Rin that he did the same to them when they were a baby and that Azami’s reaction is exactly the same as theirs.

Yvette

She approaches MC nervously, not really knowing what to say during this precious moment. She doesn’t really expect MC to let her hold their baby. She’s already happy enough to be let in here and see her child and very first grandchild.

So, it is no surprise thar she is flabbergasted when MC gives her the offer, but she quickly accepts. Just like Luka, she is awkward when holding the baby since she has never held a baby before, but still, she is hit with an indescribable emotion that she has never felt before.

She knows this time, she won’t repeat the mistakes she did to MC and Viktor. She was not there for MC, but she is determined to not squander this second chance that she has been given and she will try her best to be the best grandma.

Grandma

She makes sure to put on her softest gloves before holding the baby. As a cryokinetic, her hands are always cold, and she doesn’t want to cause any discomfort to her little great-grandchild.

As soon as she holds them in her arms, her usual stoic and cold demeanour melts instantly and she smiles affectionately as she taps the baby’s nose and coos softly in Russian.

Cara

She squeals as she takes the baby in her hands, commenting on how cute they are. She immediately tries to entertain them until Ash tells her to quiet down a bit.

She then starts to tell some (embarrassing) Ash baby stories, giving MC and Ash advice and stuff, before promising that she would undoubtedly be the best grand-aunt to MC’s child (despite her being the only grand-aunt around). Or, if the child is MC’s and Ash’s, she would be the best grandma ever!

Azami

She smiles as she takes the baby in her arms and as she rocking them from side to side gently, she hums a soft tune affectionately and lulls them to sleep, patting and stroking the baby’s back soothingly. She would offer to watch over the baby for a while so Rin and MC can get some rest if needed.

#asks #anon ask #char: viktor #char: grandpa #char: luka #char: takashi #char: grandma #char: yvette #char: cara #char: azami #character reactions #if: vendetta #if vendetta #vendetta if #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

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look-at-the-soul · 5 months

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The Grandma’s series

Tommy Shelby x reader (plus the most important guest; grandma) 👵🏻🤭

Hello again my darlings,

As I continue to figure out this thing they call life, you may have noticed I took a step back after losing my grandma. This event hit me like the strongest earthquake and the pain is only explained as if losing a part of myself in the process. Even tho she’ll be by my side in my heart from now on, it’s not the same.

I’m incredibly touched/thankful with the kindest souls in here that reached out to have a kind word with a completely stranger, your words and virtual hugs mean more than you can even imagine ❤️‍🩹

@lyarr24 @zablife @raincoffeeandfandoms @ironpen @elenavampire21 @runnning-outof-time @holacia3 @winchestergirl22 @shelbydelrey @cillmequick @ange-thoughts @cljordan-imperium @thesoldiersminute @emotionalcadaver @lau219 @kmc1989 in no particular order, you can’t even imagine the impact your kindness has. To feel having someone who doesn’t even know me personally send their best wishes it’s a balm to my broken heart.

I know I can’t change anything and I can’t bring her back (I’d give it all tho), but writing and reading for me has always be an outlet, a refugee, a safe place, lots of my stories were written at her house because every time I visited her, I got inspiration to write. She never knew (although now it’s more probable that she knows my little secret 🤭)… so I want to give her some kind of tribute.

And all of you (not just the people tagged) are more than welcome to join of course! 🤍🕊️ I know there probably loads of Christmas challenges so I don’t want you to feel pressured at all, take your time, all stories are welcomed any time (holiday inspired or not)…

If you feel up to create something, I’m adding a couple of Prompts/ ideas, but feel free to add your own!! The only request I’d ask is adding something related to grandmas 🤍 (it can be any character from the Peaky world or any Cillian character). And I’ll make an exception and open requests for this little celebration as well.

*Wearing grandma’s jewelry to an important event

*Cooking with grandma

*Listening to grandma’s love story

*Spending the holidays with grandma

*Staring at a photograph of grandma

*A stranger coming up to y/n to say she looks just like her grandma

*Dancing with grandma

*Visiting grandma’s grave during her anniversary

Once again, thank you for all the love you’ve shared with me 🤍🕊️❤️‍🩹 it means more than words can express!

#peaky blinders imagine #cillian murphy imagine #tommy shelby fan fic #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby fanfiction #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x y/n #peaky blinders x reader #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x you

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kirishwima · 2 years

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i need to scream smoke and cry all at once

#long story short bc i already vented it to my friends bless them #me: is sick w covid cant make it to my night shift tomorrow bc of. fucking covid #my colleagues: well find someone to deal w it bc we wont #and now im rushing like a madman to find someone to change my shift like.......#theyre blaming me for being sick #im so sorry. bc it was absoloutely my intention to have covid and be in quarantine #bc why wouldnt i want to get sick right after my grandma died so i had literally no capacity to mourn #bc ofc id rather be sick in bed than go visit her grave w my grandpa and be there for him #how DARE i inconvinience u all im horribly sorry #they made a fuss how i shouldve let them know. im still sick!??#they made the night shift scedhule WHILE i was sick w covid #and got mad that i 'didnt tell them the guidelines changed' when they..havent??#the guidelines are the same as they were 2 months ago #idk my brains going numb and i want to fucking scream #im just praying this one person will b able to change my shift for me #even though im 99% sure theyll say no #bc even when i begged someone to switch shifts w me bc my dad was getting surgery #he just..said no #and im like ok fine but this time #they just said they have plans but will see what they can do #so im here literally begging if they can switch TWO of their shifts w mine #bc im. sick. w covid.#make it make sense MAKE IT MAKE SENSE #i want to SCREAM #and cry #god i want to cry so bad #but im too exhausted too #burrito talks #not fandom related #delete later

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tac-bat · 1 year

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Why I love How Sky Portrays Death

Before I start, I go into detail about death and loss, and description of the afterlife and dying and examples of it in sky and a little mention of religion irl.

I wrote this while sleep deprived if this makes no sense, i'm not sorry

Take this all with a grain of salt as this is purely my observation and interpretation

To many, death is scary, unpredictable, and inevitable. Death is frightening because it represents the end of life, the loss and grief it brings, and the uncertainty of where we will go. Every religion has its own version of the afterlife, from our soul moving to a new body, places ranging from rewarding good and punishing evil, to simply being nothing. Death is scary because we'll never truly know what lies beyond or what awaits. It's complicated ,heavy, and it's something that many have delved deeper into too. I only bring this up because the sky not only answers, but embraces death. How? Let's take a look.

Orbit

Sky's interpretation of the afterlife is perfect. "All are given breath by starlight," as stated in the intro mural, everyone ends up back in the stars someday, becoming spirits that travel to this small part of the galaxy. They even seem to become one with the light and stars if they so please. And it's relaxing; it's soothing.

They know it exists.

Spirit's have shown from the beginning of the game that they can descend and ascend whenever they please. See all TS's, Grandma, and event spirits like Yeti, who appear briefly during Feast to cast a snowman spell before ascending. According to this logic, orbit is widely known because ancestors were bound to descend to explain what happens. And spirits aren't gone from their loved ones' lives; they're still present. They're not gone and can visit anytime they like; it's not hard for me to imagine them visiting others during holidays and events.

Gravestone's

In every social space, there are gravestones for every base-game ancestor. What's interesting is how they're laid out; unlike regular graveyards, which are organized in a line, none of the graves are uniform, some being lengths apart. This is very clear in Prarie, with one near the closet and another nestled in a cave; even irl graveyards that are less uniform don't tend to put burials that far away, but Sky does. It almost seems like an ancestor could've possibly chosen the placement themselves. You also have the special burial site at the 8-player door, a working elevator and all, the graves have their own little buildings and stones draped in gold, implying a ceremony as we know. Not only that, but Valley's way of honouring death is extremely interesting.

Let's talk about Samekh's temple

Valley really demonstrates how death is viewed—not in a morbid way but in an honourable way. The hallways of both races are lined with gravestones, with the exception of some open spaces. When compared to decorations such as the eight-player door, the gravestones themselves are painted in gold. They're unlike any graves seen so far, and you can argue that these were reserved for champions, and if so, I feel like the halls would be packed considering this is the valley of triumph, but no, there are still a few open spaces. Which makes me adore how there are gravestones in the twin's temple.

Their temple is the only one that not only has gravestones inside, but is lined with them! And considering their position and how we know they play a big role in the sky as leaders, to the point where they have a temple, it makes the fact they share it as an ancestor's final resting place so heartwarming to me. They were under no obligation to place gravestones; they could have dragged the banners down, added more statues, or even designed something similar to Daleth's temple like the murals we see, but they didn't. They allowed the room with their shrine to be a graveyard, they value their people's lives; they regard it as an honour, and whether those are the graves of champions or ordinary people, they value them all the same.

And it still hurts.

Even in the sky, where the question of death is answered, it still hurts.

It hurts when Mindful and a Tearful miner witness the deaths of their friends, Tearful having to bury their own. It hurts when Teabrewer returns with herbs for their loved one who died while they were away, so much so that they become anxious when they leave anyone alone, as seen in their info card. It's horrifying to know how many ancestors died in the war with no way to escape, faced with the fear of death every day.

Death is still scary in Sky, and I love it for that. Even when you know where you'll go, you still value your life; you don't want to die, and you don't want to go. But when that time comes, when you choose to be one with the universe, or roam your home with your star-kissed body, you'll never be alone. And that's why I adore the way death is depicted:

Because it's bittersweet.

#i spent way to long on this but head full #head very full #sky cotl #sky children of the light #skyblr #valley twins #valley elders #valley of triumph #daylight prairie #sky spirits #death mention #tw death #sky: cotl #sky: children of the light #tac rambles #tac art #?

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rodanhoax · 1 year

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(Kindergarten)

Bleiss: Hey, teach. Get the Molasses out of your ass and bring me that juice, will ya? You one mile an hour, walking, no-running ass, feet draggin' turtle, son of a bitch!

Port: Now, Bleiss, you can't go your entire life insulting people like that.

Bleiss: The hell I can, you bitch-ass, toupee wearin', fisheye'd, two year college degree earnin', no wife and kids havin', mustard stain on his shirt, kindergarten teachin' ass-

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(Graduation)

Bleiss: Diploma handin', dress wearin', funny hat-ass-

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(To Mirror)

Bleiss: First generation of your family to get into Beacon-ass-

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(Watching Jaune Get a Coffee)

Bleiss: Love at first sight ass, three sugars, two creams in a coffee-

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(First Date)

Bleiss: First date having, romantically compatible-ass, adorable man, hung like a-

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(Jaune Proposes)

Bleiss: Making me the happiest woman in the world ass-

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(Wedding Vows)

Bleiss: Love of my life-ass, til death do us part, I do, vow n'ring wearin'-

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(Pregnant)

Bleiss: Tiny embryonic-ass, no finger prints havin', third trimester, son of a-

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(To First-Born)

Bleiss: Beautiful ass, umbilical cord cuttin', little dick havin'-

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(Father & Son Playing Catch)

Bleiss: Bitch-ass, no baseball catchin'-

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(Son's Graduation)

Bleiss: Summa cumme laude, straight A's, makin' me proud-ass-

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(College Visit)

Bleiss: Cats in the cradle ass-

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(Grandchild)

Bleiss: First grandchild-ass, life begets life-ass, diaper full of shit stinkin'-

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(Final Moments)

Bleiss: Touchin' ass, surrounded by loved ones ass, wouldn't change a goddamn thing, makin' me cry-ass, mother fucking ready for death-ass... Me... shiiiit...

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(Years later)

Before her grave, Bleiss' grandchild looks upon their beloved grandmother's final resting place. Suddenly, an incredibly decrepit old man walks up to their side.

Port: Wow, I can't believe she actually did it. She was rude her whole life.

Grandchild: You knew my grandma?

Port: *Sighs as he pulls out the juice box she demanded from him all those years ago* She called me a bitch... *Empties out juice onto grave*

Grandchild: *Looks at Port perturbed before walking away* Weird, senile-ass, prune juice drinkin'-ass, mustard stain on his shirt...

Gravedigger: Grave's all ready sir.

Port: Great! *Falls back into grave*

#rwby #bleiss schnee #peter port #jaune arc #blackguard #cyanide and happiness

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the-himawari · 8 months

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A3! Promotion Event Translation - Haunted Western-style House (1/9)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Masumi: (My lectures are over… let’s go home.)

*notification sound*

Masumi: …It’s from Tsumugi.

Tsumugi’s LIME: “Masumi-kun, are you still at school?”

Masumi’s LIME: “I’m here, but I’m about to go home.”

Tsumugi’s LIME: “Hold on. I’m by Fuyou uni’s main gate right now.”

Masumi: …?

Masumi’s LIME: “Why?”

Tsumugi’s LIME: “My part-time job was close to the university.”

Masumi: (Right. Come to think of it, he was telling Director that he had his home tutoring job this afternoon…)

Tsumugi’s LIME: “Let’s head home together”

Masumi’s LIME: “Sure. I’ll be right there.”

-pause-

Tsumugi: The train sure was packed.

Masumi: It was the evening rush hour, after all.

Tsumugi: Ah.

Masumi: ?

Tsumugi: Can I stop by the convenience store over there for a moment? You can head back first, Masumi.

Masumi: I’m not in a rush or anything. I’ll go with you.

Tsumugi: Really? Alright, let’s go then.

-pause-

Tsumugi: Thanks for coming along with me to the convenience store, Masumi-kun.

Masumi: Don’t mention it. You even bought me a drink…

Tsumugi: I already said this earlier, but don’t worry about it. That was a thank you for accompanying me.

Masumi: Okay, thanks.

Tsumugi: By the way, have you been in touch with Hatsue-san these days?

Masumi: Only once in a while because of the time difference… And it’s more grandma who calls me.

Tsumugi: I see. That’s wonderful.

Masumi: Yeah… I guess so. Is your grandma doing well?

Tsumugi: She is. I visited home few days ago and she gave me a whole bunch of snacks to bring back as a gift.

Masumi: Right. Those tasted good.

Tsumugi: Fufu. I’ll let my grandma know the next time I go back.

Masumi: Go ahead.

Tsumugi: Is Hatsue-san planning to come back to Japan again this fall?

Masumi: That’s what she said. It looked like she wanted to come visit grandpa’s grave on their wedding anniversary. But she said she might arrive a little later this year.

Tsumugi: I see. So it will still be some time until you can see each other again.

Kazunari: Ah, if it isn’t Massu and Tsumutsumu!

Masumi: …Kazunari.

Tsumugi: Are you also on your way home, Kazu-kun?

Kazunari: Yep. I was doing an assignment at school and it ended up later than I expected.

Tsumugi: Ah, got it. Great work today.

Kazunari: Ooh yeah. Did you two know there’s a western-style house in Veludo City?

Masumi: No idea.

Tsumugi: Ah. I just happened to hear about that from the student I was tutoring today. It’s hardly been used, but they’ve been doing renovation work on it since half a year ago, right?

Kazunari: Yep, that’s right! And apparently, the renos are almost done.

Tsumugi: Wow. I wonder what they’re doing with it.

Kazunari: Nobody knows yet. But rumour has it that it’s gonna transform into Veludo City’s newest date spot!

Masumi: Tell me more about it in detail.

Kazunari: Woah, woah. Chill dude, I said it’s still just a rumour! I’ll be sure to let you know once I get more news on the sitch!

Masumi: …Alright.

Tsumugi: I hope it’s a place you can go on a date just like the rumour says.

Masumi: Yeah.

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#a3!#a3! translation #usui masumi #act! addict! actors!#haunted western-style house

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reashot · 1 year

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Summer Haunting/The Haunting of Ruby's House.

This takes place after the Battle of Beacon...

Ruby: Hey mom it's me again. Sorry for being late I have difficulty getting here because of my injury... Anyway I'm good baring the obvious. And I just wanted to tell you about my day...

But the real reason I'm here again mom is that... I ne-need your advice mom. I'm losing everything. Blake is missing, Weiss returned to Atlas and, and Yang won't even speak to me.

*starts crying*I lied. I'm not fine. I'm slowly losing it. I'm not a great Huntsmen like you and I'm not as strong as you mom. Please, please help me. Just tell me something, anything! Mom help me, please... Anyone...

Jaune: Oh, there you are Ruby?

Ruby: *wipes her tears* Jaune! What are you doing here?

Jaune: Yang told me that I can find you here. And what is that in front of you Ruby?

Ruby: Oh it's my mom's grave.

Jaune: I see... I'm sorry I didn't realize it.

Ruby: It's okay Jaune. And why are you looking for me?

Jaune: I'm worried Ruby. We thought you might be lost or get hurt out here.

Ruby: Well you found me and I'm fine as you can see. I'm just going out for a walk as part of my rehab while visiting my mom's grave. It's two bird with one stone as they said.

Jaune: It's dangerous Ruby if you want to walk outside you need to tell someone about it.

Ruby: Hmph! I may have difficulty walking but I'm not as frail you might think.

Jaune: I'm sorry if I offended Ruby. But I just wanted you to be safe.

Ruby: I know you mean well Jaune. But I just have to come up here and see my mom. I miss her so very much you see...

Jaune: *embrace Ruby from behind* I'm sure she misses you too. Ruby m-may I talk to your mother? W-with your permission of course.

Ruby: *blush* S-sure go ahead. I bet she likes talking to you.

Jaune: *blush* O-okay then. H-hey Mrs. Ruby's mom how's it hanging? Besides you know... I mean Ruby is okay, no she's great even. She kick major butt, she's a great team leader. Well liked by her teammates, heck everyone in the academy likes her. She made so many friends that it's actually hard to count them. She even made friend with a dummy like me. So please don't be worried about Ruby. She's in good hands.

Ruby:

Jaune: A-and I wanted to tell you that she's so awesome I once saw her cut a huge Grimm in half, she's... Ruby what are you trying to do?

Ruby: *trying to escape from Jaune's embrace* Meow! I mean. No! Let me go!

Jaune: Oh my goodness. Are you okay Ruby?

Ruby: *trying to hide her face* (No! I'm not okay you blonde himbo!) Yes, yes I'm fine can we please get out off here?

Jaune: O-okay Ruby. I'm sorry.

Ruby: You did nothing wrong Jaune. It's just that. Ouch!

Jaune: Do you need help Ruby?

Ruby: No-no it's okay Jaune I'm fine. It's just my legs that's all.

Jaune: Then I'll carry you on my back Ruby. C'mon hop in!

Ruby: W-what!? Uh-uh no way.

Jaune: C'mon Ruby it'll be too dark if I just let you walk back home.

Ruby: *grumble* Okay fine! You win, you big meanie! I'll let you carry me. *piggyback on Jaune's back*

Jaune: Yes I'm the big meanie for trying to help you.

Ruby: *lightly punches Jaune's back* shut up vomit boy!

Jaune: Crater face!

Ruby: Dork Knight Rises!

Jaune: Gun Nerd!

Ruby: Milf Bait!

Jaune: Future School Shooter!

Ruby: Hey that's going too far! *bite Jaune's neck*

Jaune: Ouch! Ha, ha, ha. I'm sorry but did it help?

Ruby: ... It did help. Thanks Jaune.

Jaune: No problems Ruby that's what I'm here for.

Ruby: ... Jaune do you mind if I talk to you?

Jaune: Sure. You don't need my permission.

Ruby: I lied. I didn't came here because I miss my mom. I mean I do but I mostly came here because I want to ask for her advice... I know it's stupid.

Jaune: It's not. I know how you feel Ruby. Sometimes when I'm having trouble I usually ask my grandma in heaven for advice.

Ruby: Really. You do too?

Jaune: Yeah. It's not as strange as you might think. And don't mind me asking Ruby, but what advice did you ask your mom anyway?

Ruby: Oh for everything but mostly asking how I can get my team back together.... Oh gods I'm so sorry.

Jaune: No need to apologize Ruby. Pyrrha lost has been difficult for all of us but I'm okay. And by the way, getting the band back together, I gotta say Ruby it's going to be hard. Even with your mother's help.

Ruby: I know it's a long shot, but what else can I do? I can't just wait here forever doing nothing.

Jaune: Well, maybe we can go find them ourselves?

Ruby: Seriously it can't be that simple Jaune. Besides I can't just find them all by myself.

Jaune: Then you can join our team and we will help you find them.

Ruby: You would, but why?

Jaune: C'mon Ruby we're friends. And besides you will do the same thing for me.

Ruby: You know what. I'll take you up on that offer. After I'm done healing up. I'll join your team to find Blake and Weiss, and dragged them back here together whether they wanted to or not.

Jaune: That's the spirit. Except you will not be joining my team I'll be joining yours.

Ruby: Wait, what?

Jaune: Yeah I think you'll be a great leader. And besides I don't think I'm cut out to being a leader.

Ruby: But they're your team. Aren't you at least upset about it?

Jaune: No, not at all Ruby. After all I trusted you to lead us after all. And because I know you can do a better job than me.

Ruby: It still doesn't feel right Jaune...

Jaune: Oh c'mon Rubes I insist. Also remember what you said to me back in Beacon. You must put your teammates first and yourself second.

Ruby: No fair using my words against me Jaune... But I understand I will lead you and your team. On one condition though, I will lead until I'm reunited with the rest of team.

Jaune: All right, fair enough. Then that means team RNJR is now official!

Ruby: RNJR?

Jaune: Yeah RNJR? You know. Ruby, Nora, me, and Ren.

Ruby: I see you must have put so much thought to the new team's name?

Jaune: Ah, ha. You got me Ruby. So do you like it?

Ruby: Hmmm..... I like it. It got a nice ring to it. And Jaune thank you for cheering me up earlier. I seriously needed that. And... *yawn* maybe we can just walk back home in silent. I'm so tired after walking all the way here.

Jaune: No problem Ruby. Do you want to hear a lullaby to help you sleep?

Ruby: Knock yourself out... *drowsy*

Jaune:

Frère Jacques, frère Jacques

Dormez vous, dormez vous

Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines,

Ding ding dong, ding ding dong

Ruby: *giggle* Such a funny song... I like it very much Jaune.. Zzzz.

Jaune: (Sleep tight Ruby)

Unbeknownst to the two of them a shadowy figure from a far was watching the both of them these entire time.

??? : I found *** Ruby. We **** soon ** reunited...

Jaune felt a sudden chill he then turns around and look at his surrounding and found that there's no one there. Worried that it might be Grimm, Jaune quicken his pace but he made sure that it didn't distrurb Ruby's sleep.

Sometimes later...

Ruby: Zzzzz.....

Jaune: We're home Ruby... Ah, shoot can't wake you up. Well I better just put you to bed then.

Tai: That's far enough, Punk... *pumps shotgun* Stay where you are.

Jaune: M-mr. Xiao Long?

Tai: Is that Ruby on your back? Did you do something to her?!! *points shotgun*

Jaune: No, no wait please I didn't do anything to her. I swear!

Tai: You expect me to believe that you didn't do anything to my Ruby. Just look at her she's an angel, and you telling me you didn't take advantage of her while she sleep?

Jaune: No I swear I will never do anything like that to her.

Tai: Nice knowing you...*snatch shotgun* Hey!

Yang: Hey Vomit boy. Get Ruby inside. I'll handle my dad.

Jaune: Thanks Yang.

At night...

Jaune can be seen sleeping on the couch of the Xiao Long residence with Ren sleeping close to him on the floor on a sleeping mat. But then suddenly he begin to toss and turn in his sleep.

Jaune: Py-pyr..... D-dont go. Please don't leave me...

Ruby?: Oh Jaune~ can you come inside my room please? 💕

Jaune: Huh, uh... *wakes up* Why do you wake me up in the middle of the night Ruby?

Ruby?: *giggle* I promise it's something you might like to see. 💕

Jaune: Can it wait till tomorrow morning?

Ruby?: Oh no Jaune. I'm afraid it's something that can only be done in night. 💕

Jaune: But wouldn't it be strange to rummage around in the night?

Ruby?: *giggle* not this one~ And it can only be done at night... And during the day if you are adventurous enough. 💕

Jaune: Oh you mean. Like playing game during school night?

Ruby?: Well you are right it can be like a game. Except it played on a bed and preferably without anyone close to hear us when we do the deed. 💕

Jaune: So just play with your headset on, then.

Ruby?: ...... Are you kidding me? 🤨

Jaune: Look Ruby if it's not something important then it can wait. If not just let me go back to sleep.

Ruby?: ..... There's a spider in my room.

Jaune: *rise up* I'm on it Ruby.

Ruby?: .... Girl, you are not kidding when you said he is dense.

Ren: ... It seems Jaune about to finally get it on with Ruby. Good for him, good for him...

Before entering Ruby's room. Jaune notices Ruby's dad. Tai has fallen asleep guarding the hallway across from Ruby's room still holding on to his shotgun.

Tai: Zzzzz.... Must, protect beautiful daughter, must protect her from the blonde brat.... The strong must protect the sweet, the sweet.... Zzzzz

Jaune: Excuse me.... *quietly opens doors* Okay Ruby where's the spider?

Ruby?: *locks the doors behind her* Please sit down with me on the bed first, Jaune. I want to talk to you about something. 💕

Jaune: Okay...

Ruby?: Do you like me? 😌

Jaune: Eh? I mean yeah, I like you.

Ruby?: No, no. I mean do you like, like me. 🤭

Jaune: Like, like... *sudden realization* Oh.... I mean I don't, I can't. I don't think I can give you an answer just yet...

Ruby?: Then lets make it easy on you. 😈 *push Jaune on the bed and proceeds to mount him*

Jaune: R-Ruby?!

Ruby?: Shush. Not too loud. We can't have you wake up the entire house now can we. 🤫

Jaune: (W-wait what just happened?! Ruby ask me whether I like, like her and then she started mounting me out off nowhere.)

Ruby?: Tell me if you see something you might like? 💕 *starts to undress*

Jaune: R-Ruby w-what are you doing???

Ruby?: Honestly Jaune. There are limit to how dense you can be. We are going to have SEX *thrust pelvis*, hot *thrust pelvis*, steamy *thrust pelvis*, raunchy *thrust pelvis*, SEX... Oh it seems you are already hard. And oh my, you are so big! Oh by the brothers you are going to ruin my little Ruby in more ways than one.

Jaune: *internal screaming* oh okay let me go Ruby. This has gone too far as a joke... *tries to escape* (oh right, she is stronger than me. Oh I hope someone will come and finds us...)

Meanwhile in Yang's room.

Yang: Ruby finally decides to make a move on Vomit boy. Good for her, good for her...

Back in Ruby's room.

Ruby?: Oh, did you think you can get away? Did you forget that you are weaker than me.

Jaune: What?... You're not Ruby are you?

Ruby?: How did you know?

Jaune: Ruby will never demean me like you did. And she's never this forward before. Who are you?

Ruby?: Ooh, good looking and smart too. I would love to have you as my son-in-law.

Jaune: Son-in-law. Wait who are you supposed to be?

Ruby?: Eh, heh. I'm Ruby's mom. My name is Summer. Nice to meet you, Jaune. 😉

Jaune: Wait Ruby's mom. But she died?!

Summer: Shhh 🤫. Keep it down can't have you wake up the entire house.

In the hallway...

Tai: *wakes up* Hmm... My fatherly senses are tingling.

Back in Ruby's room.

Jaune: B-but how? A-are you a g-ghost? If so please leave Ruby alone.

Summer: Relax Jaune. I'm just borrowing Ruby's body for a while.

Jaune: That still doesn't makes it okay. And does Ruby knows about this?

Summer: Well. I maybe... Didn't ask Ruby for her permission to borrow her body.

Jaune: That is messed up. Please can you give Ruby back her body?

Summer: Ah, wait a minute Jaune. Don't you think we should continue where we left off? I owe you a "happy ending" at least. 😉

Jaune: No way Mrs. Summer. I can't do that to you. And I can't do that to Ruby too because I don't think she would like doing it with me.

Summer: *smirk*

Oh Jaune. This is where you're wrong. All those dirty things I said and wanted to did with you comes from Ruby. All I did was trying to make her dream into reality. Is that such a bad thing do as her mother?

Jaune: Wait is that true?

Summer: That's right. I have full access to her memory, wants and dreams. Turns out she's not as innocent as you might think. And she clearly have feelings for you, but she's too embarrassed to admit it herself. So... What do you say we continue where we left off? I'll even allow you to be on the top. What do you say?

Jaune: I - I have to politely refuse unfortunately.

Summer: Wow. A teenage boy refusing to have his pole shined.

Jaune: It's not that I don't want it, it just that I don't think it's the right thing to do here.

Summer: Look, Jaune you are a very nice boy and you are right. But I did said that she's actually in love with you so by doing this with me you actually will make her a very happy woman.

Jaune: I'm not going to lie by saying I'm not interested in it, but I still have to refuse.

Summer: Is it because I'm still inhabiting my daughter's body? I know it maybe a deal breaker but I can switch with her midway. I bet she will be so overjoyed in finally doing it with you. 😋

Jaune: No please! The last thing I want to do is to traumatize Ruby. And I haven't yet hear what Ruby's opinion on the matter.

Summer: She wouldn't mind because I'm her right now...

Jaune: Still, still I wanted to hear for myself whether she truly loves me and wanted to do this type of things with me.

Summer: Then I ask you this Jaune what do you think about my daughter. Do you love her too?

Jaune: Do I love Ruby? Well... To tell you the truth. I don't really know. But I think she's cute. Very cute. She's friendly, a bit awkward but that just made her cuter. She's also brave and smart and kind and, and. There just too many good things I want to say about her. And if I have to be honest it took everything I had not to tackle Ruby to the bed and have my ways with her ... Oh crud.

Summer: Hoouu.....

So whatchu saying is that it took all you had not to force yourself on my dear Ruby, violating her repeatedly, making her say your name over and over again. Hmmm?

Jaune: W-what no I'm not actually going to do it! It's just that the thought may have passed my mind because of how incredibly cute she is. And even then I still, will not do it.

Summer: Oh so cute you maybe want to eat her? 😙

Jaune: Okay, stop trying to twist my word... I like Ruby a lot okay and maybe I do love her. Maybe. But I can't give an answer yet. Not right what happened to Pyrrha.

Summer: Oh you sweet innocent boy...

*crash*

Tai: You?! You dare laid your hand on Ruby. Prepare to die!!! *points shotgun*

Summer: Wait Tai don't!!!

*BANG💥*

The next morning... 🌞

Jaune: *yawn* Oh what happened last night?

Tai: Morning Jaune. *whistle* Breakfast are on the table.

Jaune: Oh thank gods it was all a dream....

Ruby's Room.

Ruby: MOM!!!!

Summer: Yes honey?

Ruby: How could you possessed my body without my permission!?

Summer: Oh c'mon Rub-Rub. I did you favor by borrowing your body for a while. Thanks to me we now know what Jaune thinks of you. Now you and that Arc boy can go declare your love for each other.

Ruby: No!!! I can't do something like that!

Summer: Can't or won't Ruby? Because the two are completely different things.

Ruby: I-I just can't okay. I can't just say I love him especially not so soon after Pyrrha. I want to give him some time for him to grieve.

Summer: And after giving him some time, then you two are going to fuck right? I can't wait to have grandchildren.

Ruby: Mom no! I won't do that Jaune not until we go to a few dates at least. So till then I'm not going to pursue him.

Summer: Ruby I know you are just being considerate. And I know the feeling well, but you have to tell him how you feel.

Ruby: Maybe someday, but not now.

Summer: ... That's unfortunate, but will you also tell him the truth about the other thing?

Ruby: What other things?

Summer: You know... About the thing?

Ruby: I don't understand?

Summer: *sigh* about what really happened to Pyrrha...

Ruby: W-what do you mean?

Summer: I read your memory Ruby. I know what happened... You need to tell him the truth.

Ruby: I-I don't understand what you mean?

Summer: Ruby... Why did you let Pyrrha die?

Ruby: N-no. I didn't. I couldn't. I would never...

Pyrrha: Ruby... Why did you let me die?...

Ruby: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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