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mysticalibra1994 · 1 year

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My thoughts on the upcoming Sonic movie...

So, this is coming from my personal life so it will come off as a bias.

When I lost my mom from a gran mal during my middle school years, I felt lost. Somehow, I discovered the series "Sonic X" and that was when I came across a character named Shadow the Hedgehog. As I read and got to know more about his past, I've grown attached; he became my first comfort character...

Ever since I began writing fanfictions that relate to Shadow in my composition notebooks; of course, I have gotten in trouble during class... The fanfiction would contain the origins of my fanmade (or OC) character who came across Shadow when he crash-landed nearby her family's home, took him in, tended to his wounds (even though his injuries healed on their own), and their friendship became a bit rocky at the start. But, eventually, their relationship increased naturally.

Their relationship did take a slight/brief pause when Shadow nearly got hit by some kind of weapon, but my OC took the hit instead. As her injuries healed in the hospital, Shadow never left her side; especially when she transformed into a Mobian Cat. As she recovered, she made her choice to live with Shadow on the same planet/universe(?) where Sonic and his friends are from.

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Now, that was from before...

Ever since I saw the Sonic the Hedgehog movies (both 1 and 2), the moment they mentioned "Project Shadow", my ADHD told my hands to "start stimming"!

Then, I decided to make various headcanons, and a select few were related to Dr. Robotnik, Shadow, and Maria... V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V

On a crisp, cool morning in Green Hills, MT. Rosaline Forrest gets ready to do her morning outings (that she does every day); where she would walk into town for her usual breakfast (which she would order iced tea or hot chocolate, depending on the weather) that consists of hearty keto meals. Then, she would walk into the woods to enjoy being alive... That is until she accidentally got in the middle of a battle with Dr. Robotnik and Sonic (in Super mode), which knocked her unconscious.

As the smoke clears the G.U.N. started doing a sweep, Agent Stone (in disguise) came across Rosaline and informs the others. While she went in and out for a while, she hears a faint voice... She slowly gains consciousness and starts hearing more voices, but not from before. She meets Agent Stone as he sneaks Dr. Robotnik into her room (I assumed that Stone tended to Dr. Robotnik's wounds after they faked his death). Suddenly, Dr. Robotnik felt off... Like he knew her. But, he actually knew "her". After recovering, Rosaline has been given a task; to retrieve the living essence of Project Shadow. Just like before, Shadow grows attached to her. Well, not her, but "her".

Their meeting with the Wachowski's was... a little rocky. It started off smoothly until Sonic mentioned their family name. Shadow suddenly attacks Tom, crying "YOU TOOK HER AWAY!!!" Suddenly, a gun goes off...

It belongs to Tom's dad, Charles Wachowski. Due to how long it's been since he's retired, I would believe that he's about as old-fashioned as "that one relative in our family that claims to be open-minded... until they drink". So, when the group (excluding Shadow for... personal reasons) explains to him what's been going on...

"So, you're telling me that the girl I shot is still around, and is in that girl over there; the one whose hair matches your wife's skin? Ha! I'm sorry, but that's just as impossible as changing genders!"

Meanwhile, Dr. Robotnik is growing irritated about why "she" wouldn't remember him. Despite being loyal to him, Agent Stone would be at his limit and accidentally snap. "Because your cousin's gone! I-I'm sorry, sir. But, with all due respect, living in the past is not healthy." Then, he would notice a shift in the atmosphere... "Alright, let's say that Maria's spirit is around and in that girl (which does explain the flatline). We can't force her to remember the incident that happened 50 years ago." "But," the doctor said, "what if we can! Stone! If my memory is correct, as is, then my late grandfather has some hidden documents that are STILL in the computers of the Space Colony ARK! Momma didn't raise a single-digit IQ and Poppa raised milk and never came back!" "I- Of course, they didn't, Doctor."

Back to the Wachowski residence... Sonic meets Shadow up on the roof, looking up at the stars.

"So, uh... Do you think they'll like the chili dogs?" "Blue Hedgehog, I have more important issues to deal with. "You mean 'Mari'-" "Keep her name out of your mouth, Hedgehog! You have no idea what it's like to lose someone who's close to you." "Her name was Longclaw. I didn't really know my real parents, but she took me in as her own. I passed the hoglet stage when she gave up her life to protect me and the Rings from the Echidnas." "'Echidnas'? You mean like that red one? You two were enemies, yet you're no longer." "Welcome to Earth." "I don't get it." "You've never seen 'Independence Day' starring Will Smith?! What year are you from?" "1974. The location is the Space Colony ARK. I was created by Prof. Robotnik in order to find the cure for Maria's condition. I grew a sibling-like attachment to her. We would talk about everything, mostly about the Earth and when we would visit. But, the GUN wanted to stop the Project. They didn't even explain why. Maria and I saw their weapons and we headed for the escape pods. Suddenly, I felt a push and I- I heard a gun going off. Before I could understand what was going on, I was in the pod and Maria... S-she took th-"

Before Shadow could finish, Sonic stopped him with an embrace; saying that he doesn't have to say anymore...

Meanwhile, at the Space Colony ARK, Agent Stone was growing concerned about Dr. Robotnik's mental health. He understands that Maria was his only family, but at some point, the doctor will have to let her go... Suddenly, something happened. By the time Dr. Robotnik played a video diary of his late grandfather, the timer of the Bio-Lizard goes off.

I-I don't understand! I thought Project Shadow was to protect her and humanity! Why would he-? Dr. Robotnik is... stunned. Too stunned to speak. In his mind, he's rekilling his only family.

"Doctor? What do we do? D-Doctor? Doctor! Ivo!! We have to leave, now!" "B-but, Maria..." "Don't worry, we'll save her. Come on!"

Nobody outside of the Robotnik Family has ever used his first name before. But, if it wasn't for Agent Stone's quick thinking, they would be too late...

As soon as they arrived at the Wachowski residence, they warned the others (of course, Tom's father mentions something homophobic when he saw Agent Stone comforting Dr. Robotnik "like a husband comforts his wife during a panic attack").

"Dad, it's the 21st century! We can marry who we love as long as it's consensual! Plus, I'm not surprised that you find that surprising and not the fact that the world is about to be destroyed!" "Well, of course, it's gonna be destroyed! These two Skittles are in love!" "Dad!"

While the two beings fuss at each other, Tails, Agent Stone, and Dr. Robotnik are working together to find a solution to save the world.

"That may be plausible, but in order to harness that kind of power... It's impossible." "We could use the Chaos Emeralds, but we need the Master Emerald."

When Knuckles hears about this, he hesitates at first; not wanting to give the Master Emerald to anyone who's as evil as Dr. Robotnik. But, when discussing this with Sonic and Shadow. Sonic is all for it, but Shadow...

"Let the world burn. It wasn't there for Maria, why should I help?"

Shadow was about to leave, when Rosaline stops him as she tries to convince him...

"Shadow, please listen to me. What do you think my promise was?" "Y-you..." "Yes, I knew. I've always known. The reason why I never said anything was that I was adjusting to this new timeline. Shadow, yes, I was angry about what happened to me all of those years ago. But, when my soul was wandering throughout the years, I noticed something. Something amazing about this planet and the people who lived on it... Yes, there are bad people out there. But, there are good people out there, too. Like my cousin and his partner, the Wachowskis, and the nice people in this quaint and unique town of Green Hills. My promise to you was, is, and always will be this... For all of the people who live on Earth, give them a chance to be happy. Let them live their dreams."

Everyone around them gave them a moment when Agent Stone notice Shadow's eyes begin welling up with tears. Rosaline gently pulls him in for an embrace of a lifetime.

"Shadow, I know you can do it. That's the reason why you were brought into this world."

After wiping his eyes, Shadow accepts the offer and thanks her for those kind words. Tom and Maddie offer to watch over Rosaline as the others (except Tom's dad... for obvious reasons) work together as they make it to the ARK.

At the ARK, Knuckles allow Sonic and Shadow to harness the power of the Chaos Emeralds to become Super Sonic and Super Shadow. As the two Super hedgehogs try to use the power of the Chaos Emeralds to Chaos Control the Bioweapon, the one and only thing that him Shadow going is Maria. He notices that Sonic is slowly getting a bit winded, so he takes over, removes his Inhibitor Rings, and delivers the final "CHAOS... CONTROL!!!!!"

He did it... The world is saved! Sonic turns to thank Shadow, but he notices that the energy from the fight has been depleted from Shadow and his light-golden quills turn black. As Shadow falls, he notices that Sonic is reaching out for him. The fading black hedgehog bats Sonic's hand away. As he continues falling, Shadow only had one thought before becoming unconscious...

"Maria... this is what you wanted, right? This is the promise I made to you..."

The rest of the group is patiently waiting for their return. Even Dr. Robotnik is hold Agent Stone's hand; he lies and claims it's for the nerves. Sonic is back! They all congratulate him, even Dr. Robotnik and Agent Stone. Of course, the doctor wonders where Shadow is. Sonic answers with a saddened: "He gave his life for all of us."

The group is shocked with melancholy. Agent Stone and Dr. Robotnik talk about this as they looked out the bay window.

"This place... I remember seeing her looking out through this window with him. I would visit as often as I could." "Doctor, I-" "It's alright, you can call me 'Ivo'." "I- Ivo, I'm sorry for what I said related to Maria. I was just worried about you and your mental state. Ever since you ended up on the mushroom planet, I felt... lost without you. I-I know that you said that you wouldn't miss me when I'm gone, but I-" "Hush, Stone. I know."

After they say their final words, they make their way back to Earth. Dr. Robotnik sends Rosaline his condolences as Sonic hands her one of Shadow's Inhibitor Rings.

"Rosaline... Maria..." Agent Stone grievingly said, "If it counts, he fought bravely along with Sonic."

Before Rosaline could say anything, the group collectively felt a chill down their spines when they hear the spirit of Maria saying this before she parted ways...

"Thank you all for saving this planet..."

Then, Rosaline loses consciousness, but Dr. Robotnik catches her before she makes an impact. She awakes in the hospital. This time, she's surrounded by the Wachowskis, Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Dr. Robotnik, and Agent Stone. When asked how she's still alive, Agent Stone answered by saying that when the flatline happened, he grabbed a "soul jar" to contain Rosaline's soul when Maria's soul slipped in. Rosaline thanks him as she makes a full recovery.

After being released from the hospital, Rosaline chose to stay with the Wachowskis... as they prepare a wedding for Dr. Robotnik and Agent Stone. It wasn't certain which one proposed to who; Agent Stone went down on one knee, and Dr. Robotnik claimed that he thought about it first. During the "big damn kiss", Rosaline caught a glimpse of Maria's smiling spirit.

After the wedding, Rosaline watches a movie with Jojo. Then all of a sudden, they heard a medium-sized boom-like thud. When they went outside (to the backyard) to check, they came across a medium-sized hole in the yard. After investigating the crash, Rosaline tells Jojo to get the First-Aid kit as she carefully pulls out a familiar-looking black hedgehog out of the small crater.

While Rosaline tends to his wounds (again, it was unnecessary due to his wound slowly regenerating, but she didn't know), Shadow slowly comes to. Before the movie ends, it wasn't certain whether he remembers her or remembers "her". All that we know for certain is that he smiled the moment their eyes met.

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Well, what do you guys think?

I'd like to believe that Rosaline would help Shadow with his memories as best as she can (with a little help from Maria's spirit that visits when needed).

As for the "after credits scene", I'd like to believe that a familiar-looking futuristic hedgehog jumps out of the portal, notices Sonic and goes... "I finally found him, the Iblis Trigger."

#oc #sonic movie 3 #headcanon/theory #Donut Lord #Pretzel Lady #Shadow The Hedgehog #Stobotnik #Maria Robotnik #After Credits scene(?)#Silver the Hedgehog

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sodascherrycola · 7 months

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Instagram Intros (Elvis Presley's Kids)

Jesse Aaron Presley (@jesspress)

DOB: March 31st 1955 Age: 68 years old Hometown: Memphis, Tennessee Nicknames: Jess Jay, JJ S/O: Catherine Miller Kids: Julia, Daniel, Michael, Lauren, and Elise Best Friend(s): Frankie Boston and Joseph Meeks Aesthetic: Growing up Jesse was never really close with his father. He was always busy doing something or touring or taking his mama out on sparatic dates to every truly raise him. He always wanted to be like him though. Just more family focused. Its hard to get more family focused than Elvis Presley but he tries. When his sister was young and his daddy was off at war he became the man of the house and even when Elvis came back he thought himself above him. He hated when his mama gave so much attention to his daddy and excused him from everything. His daddy tried so hard with him but in the end the closest they’ve ever been was when Jesse was still a baby, before all the fame.

Magnolia Rose Presley (@maggierose)

DOB: July 17th 1958 Age: 65 years old Hometown: Memphis, Tennessee Nicknames: Maggie, Mags, Nolie S/O: Robert Spencer Kids: Logan and Danielle Best Friend(s): Joyce Mitchell Aesthetic: Magnolia was a free spirit growing up. Loved her daddy to death and always danced along with him behind the curtains. She loved the horses at the ranch and begged her mama to let her ride them with her daddy. She would always chase her daddy around everywhere and run on stage to dance and sing with him and the crowd. Her older brother always looked out for her which she appreciated but it got overbearing. Especially because she had her daddy over her shoulder about boys and dating too.

Luke Forrest Presley (@lukepresley)

DOB: February 14th 1961 Age: 62 years old Hometown: Memphis,Tennessee Nicknames: Lou, Lukes, Lucky S/O: Rebecca Andrews Kids: Anthony, Isaac, and Connor Best Friend(s): River Valleey, Thomas Sanders, and Brian Roofers Aesthetic: Lucky was a sweet boy from the beginning. When he was born he didn’t even cry and his parents and doctors were at a loss as to why. He didn’t cry but he would giggle when his father made funny sounds and faces at him. He loved the horses at the ranch like his older sister Maggie. He never wanted to ride them but would stay in the kitchen and help his mama cut the carrots and feed them the little orange vegetable. He was named Luke legally, but everyone eventually ended up calling him Lucky due to his mama saying he was lucky to look like his daddy. Elvis never called him Lucky however, thought it was cocky of him to do so.

Caroline Grace Presley (@carriegpres)

DOB: February 14th 1961 Age: 62 years old Hometown: Memphis, Tennessee Nicknames: Care, Carrie, Carebear S/O: Nicholas Carvell Kids: Ashley, Mallory, and Ethan Best Friend(s): Rachel May and Timothy Cameron Aesthetic: Caroline was the sweetest, most quiet little girl to ever walk this earth. She never forgot her P&Qs and kept to herself. The only people she ever really talked to was her twin brother, her mama, her papa, and her daddy. She was actually extremely close with her papa. She would beg to stay with Vernon when her parents went out. If her brothers had a soccer game, or sister had a dance recital, she would always try to stay behind with him. He always went to every single game and recital. Of course Vernon didn’t mind, he adored all of grandchildren dearly, but there was something about Carrie Grace that had him wrapped around her finger. Elvis had always called her Carebear and it stuck, until she had turned 20 and people thought it was funny because of the toy.

Charlotte Mae Presley (@charliemae)

DOB: December 24th 1964 Age: 59 years old Hometown: Memphis, Tennessee Nicknames: Charlie, Lottie, Lottie Mae S/O: David Monroe Kids: Leah, Alexander, and Ryan Best Friend(s): Sarah Buckley and James Dawson Aesthetic: Lottie knew who she was since she was a child. She was stubborn and a bit of a diva, getting it from her father as her mother would say. She loved all things girly and was spoiled rotten by her father and uncle Jerry. She never was one to be letting boys walk all over her. Elvis always joked about not having to keep eyes on her around boys, because she would just kick em and tell them to beat it. When she had met David it was a completely different story. He was so nice to her and treated her like a princess, he was the only boy to see the sweet calm side of Charlotte Mae Presley.

Taylor Thomas Presley (@taylorthomaspresley)

DOB: November 8th 1971 Age: 52 years old Hometown: Memphis, Tennessee Nicknames: Tay S/O: Jennifer Maren Kids: Lux, Sophia, Noah, Freddie, and Ava Best Friend(s): Courtney Hall Aesthetic: Taylor Presley was a force to be reckoned with. He was a player like no other, girls would flock to him. He had a band when he was a teenager and something about his crazy guitar riffs rocked the world. He helped the rock n’ roll scene become what we know it today. He worked on songs for Guns n Roses, Motley Crue, Alice Cooper, etc. When he was just 15 he started writing ‘Welcome to The Jungle’ and that solidified his place at the top of the rock n’ roll scene.

Stella Love Presley (@stellaloves)

DOB: July 1st 1974 Age: 49 years old Hometown: Memphis, Tennessee Nicknames: Stells, Ella, Ellie S/O: Cameron Rawcliff Kids: Jordan, Elijah, and Tatum Best Friend(s): William Barker and Alison Rose Aesthetic: Stella was a warm soul. She took after her mama in so many ways. In fact, she was so much like her mother, Elvis couldn’t stand to look at his little daughter for more than a minute during their divorce. She reminded him so much of his sweet Halle Mae. She was gentle with the animals at Graceland, and kind to others less fortunate than they were. She always helped her mama out at Church Benefits and never expected anything back in return. Stella Love was Elvis’ little angel. Thought it was his mama reincarnated.

Austin Matthew Presley (@texpresley)

DOB: July 1st 1974 Age: 49 years old Hometown: Memphis, Tennessee Nicknames: Tex, Texas S/O: Bethany MacDonald Kids: Lucy, Raegan, Miley, and Tiana Best Friend(s): Stephen Booker and Louis Reid Aesthetic: Austin, or Tex, as many often called him, was a strange kid. He was named after the city his mama was born in and from there on out his name was no longer Austin, but Tex. The Memphis Mafia came up with that one. Halle Mae didn’t like it one bit, thought he sounded like a gang member. “C’mon Red, he’s not some kinda gangsta, he’s a 6 year old lil’ boy!” he remembers his mama saying. He ran around with his dads friends and failed to make friends his age. He eventually met Stephen Booker in 4th Grade and they soon became best friends. They hung out all the time, and Elvis and Halle Mae were just happy that their son had made some true friends, not just his Uncles.

Olivia Faith Presley (@faithpresleyy)

DOB: January 11th 1978 Age: 45 years old Hometown: Austin, Texas Nicknames: Liv, Livvy, Faith S/O: Samuel Hunt Kids: Mitchell and Julia Best Friend(s): Ellen Marks and Talia Newman Aesthetic: Liv was the oldest of the triplets and the ringleader of them as well. Halle Mae knew from the day those three were born, that Liv was going to be the most like her recently departed husband. She was easy-going yet a hard headed child growing up. Livvy was known for her short, Elvis-esque temper and her singing. She showed the world that even though Elvis was dead and gone, that he still lived on in his offspring. Jerry never talked about his favourites, said he didn’t have any, but Halle Mae knew him long enough to know that Olivia was his special little girl. When she had her babies, Halle felt so alone without El with her, but Jerry had stepped in and helped her through it. He was the triplets father figure but he never replaced Elvis, never could.

Calvin Beau Presley (@calbeau)

DOB: January 11th 1978 Age: 45 years old Hometown: Austin, Texas Nicknames: Cal, Calv, Vinny S/O: Sylvia Brooks Kids: Riley, Lauren, and Ross Best Friend(s): Rosalie Bryan, Ethan Banks, and Tyler Isaacs Aesthetic: Cal was a very charismatic person from the start. He was very charming and loved the attention. The middle child he was. He had southern charm, had his manners in order just like his mama taught him. Calvin knew he was attractive and he knew how to get his way. Hell, he’d even charm his grandmother into giving him and his siblings ice-cream before his mama has even started on dishin’ up dinner. All he had to do was flash his big ol’ dimpled smile to anyone and he would have' em’ wrapped around his little finger. He became an actor and went on to win 19 oscars and 11 emmys in his career.

Benjamin Bailey Presley (@benjpresley)

DOB: January 11th 1978 Age: 45 years old Hometown: Austin, Texas Nicknames: Ben, Benny, Benji, BB, Gunner S/O: Nora Jones Kids: None Best Friend(s): Alexander Rhodes Aesthetic: The youngest of the triplets and the youngest of the Presley Gang, Benjamin was very shy. He hated the idea of living in his fathers shadow. So much that he came home from school one day and cried to his mother wanting to change his name. He couldn’t stand the special treatment he received from being the King’s Son. His mama raised him to be humble and he stayed to it his whole life. Ben was a big mama’s boy, who loved his mother to death. She had never seen a more selfless little boy in her life. Even her precious little Luke had times where he was selfish. Little kids are meant to, allowed to be selfish a little bit, but not her Benji. He would stay up to help wrap presents with her on Christmas Eve, he would take his own birthday money to help pay for his older sister's Barbie dreamhouse. He loved his mother and he loved Olivia more than anything in the world. Ben and Olivia were as close as ever. Calvin used to tease Ben and Liv would always stick up for him and that made them stick with each other.

#elvis presley #elvisoc #hallemaepresley #celebrity introductions #jesse presley #magnolia presley #luke presley #caroline presley #charlotte presley #taylor presley #stella presley #austin presley #olivia presley #calvin presley #benjamin presley

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songoftrillium · 9 months

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❄️ if you're still taking these? :3

I am still taking these! Here is an excerpt from Esme Leaping-Ghost's journals. She is an ethnobotanist that managed to forge the unsteady peace that exist between Sept of the Trillium Glade and the rest of the Garou Nation, and a large portion of this book is written with her narrative voice. Here's her first impressions when arriving in Seattle:

From the Personal Journals of Esme Leaping-Ghost

Date: October 5, 1964 Location: 3:00 AM PST. Sept of the Swift Waters, Snoqualamie, WA Conditions: 43F, overcast, windy. New moon

We arrived and are staying at Julie’s aunt’s; we’re all spread throughout her bungalow like a hostel at the moment. Julie says it’s a dry fall, but that it comes and goes every couple years of warm and cool winters. All the same, I can still see moss growing out of every shaded seam exposed to rainfall here. Stacie is way friendlier than Julie makes her out to be, but I can see her friendliness getting overwhelming quick. Stacie’s library is a converted bedroom, stacked floor to ceiling with books, all written by women from all walks of life covering a range of topics from farming manuals to pulp romance novels. Naturally, I had to sleep here. Julie insisted on sleeping on the couch. In her own home! I don’t understand the hospitality, but I think it’s more a Pacific Northwest thing. Despite the size, She’s both rather timid and disarmingly bold, and I can’t quite pin her down. I don’t think I’ll ever get a more candid window into her mind than I am seeing now. I imagine her hiding away here, nose buried in…”Katherine V. Forrest”? I don’t think I’ve heard of her. Then again, I wouldn’t have taken her to be a reader anyways. That’s meaner than I meant it to sound. She just always seemed so rough-and-tumble to be patient enough to read. The mind wanders, fantastrophizing what hidden worlds can be found in her imagination all the same. Reflecting on the failure of the opened moon bridge, I admit I’m a little relieved to be driving to Trillium. I get queasy on the moonbridges; worse than flying. For all its show and immediacy, it’s so hard to get a feel for a place by being “dropped in”, anyways. Stepping outside, fir needles the color of pennies rained on me in a cold breeze. Entering the Pacific Northwest feels like breathing air for the first time. I was expecting muggy warm humidity, the air is cold and somehow crisp, like the things that make the air feel so heavy elsewhere are weighed down by last night’s rain here. I smell fungus growing nearby. Stacie insisted on making us an early morning breakfast and is loaning us her van for the trek. Rutgers and Taylor said they packed something for them to eat on the road, and the rest of us had biscuits and gravy, and lots of coffee. There’s still not enough room for all of us, so Seb and Caeli will be driving behind us in Julie’s Pinto. That's just as well, despite Julie's assurances, Caeli is absolutely insufferable.

Feel free to ask me more questions!

#world of darkness #werewolf: the apocalypse #dead mountain #world building

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areyoureadytofumble · 8 months

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As My Life Spill Into Yours

NSFW 18+ run on home, children

Summary: Just a wee bit of smut and fluff.

Pairing: Forrest Bondurant x Original Male Character

Warnings: handjobs, blowjobs, deep throating, size difference, PWP, and some good ‘ole fluff

Word count: 3k-ish

A/N: holy shit y’all this is the first thing I’ve written in ✨literally✨over five years. I just hope it’s not a piece of shit hahaha. I’ve also got it posted on ao3 so check it out there? Here? Whatever makes you happy.

🎃🎃happy spooky season🎃🎃

“Have ye thought about what I said?”

Forrest’s grip on his paper tightens. The question sounds innocent. It’s asked casually, tossed into the air like it’s insignificant, like the room hasn’t gone still upon the utterance of it. He can feel a pair of eyes boring into the side of his head from across the bar. The room feels hot all of a sudden. His collar presses tight against his scar. “You say lots of things,” he grunts.

A short auburn haired man is standing behind the bar, a devilish smile curling over his youthful face. “You know what I’m talking about.”

Forrest swallows hard then sets the paper down. He turns fully in his seat to look at the man across from him.

Mads Fitzpatrick. He had emigrated from Northern Ireland on his own at the age of twenty eight with his most sacred possession, his typewriter, it was a gift his granda had given him when he turned sixteen. With it he wrote romance novels under the pseudonym BH Elliot.

He was short with a fair build, small waist, and dark auburn hair. When he smiled it was crooked but his nose was long and straight. His mother’s reason for naming him Mads, in her words, ‘I was mad enough to have him.’ It was fitting, he could go a little mad sometimes. He was quick to laugh- quicker to smash a bottle in someone’s face. His upbringing required him to be tough. He didn’t scare easily. So when Forrest opened the door of the station with his scarred throat on full display Mads wasn’t thrown in the slightest. He explained to the large man that he’d been told from people in town there was a room available for rent and he’d very much like to take it. Truth be told his books weren’t being received as well as they had been in Ireland, he couldn’t afford a place on his own. Forrest accepted his offer and helped him carry in his bags.

It was an adjustment for Forrest at first, having another person in his home, especially after his brothers had moved out and started families of their own. The house was quiet. It had never been quiet before. A million little sounds went when his brothers left, sounds he hadn’t realized were there, the idle noises that made up the soundtrack of his day to day life: Chairs scraping, boisterous laughter, footsteps in the night. It was proof he wasn’t alone.

Forrest never felt lonely when he heard the typewriter clicking away at the bar.

There was one concern creeping up in the first few months. It started small as a seed, growing and spreading through Forrest until he thought he would choke on the branches.

Forrest was more than adjusting to Mads, he was falling for him.

He couldn’t focus when the other man was in the room. Couldn’t risk stealing a glance into those his eyes. They were so large and dark he felt bottomless when he looked into them, he could feel the world give way under his feet. Forrest loved his accent; how his voice pitched this way and that, the way he said ‘how’ sounded like ‘hi’ and his C’s caught his tongue. He liked that he was smart but never pretentious. Mads crept into his heart and took root like he had always been there.

If Forrest was falling, Mads was crashing, head first, started slipping as soon as Forrest opened the door. He knew from that first night that he was exactly where he was supposed to be with the person he was meant to be with. He could feel it in his very being.

Mads wanted to be patient, he tried to be subtle, but he was a hallion through and through, if he wanted something he was going to pull every cheap trick he needed to get it.

He would touch Forrest as often as he could; Offering to give him palm readings, fixing his collar so he could gently graze the scar with the pads of his fingers, grabbing onto the large biceps for support (after he purposely stumbled over his own feet), and asking for a light then cupping his hands over Forrest’s own to ‘protect the flame’. He even took to wearing sweet almond oil in his hair and on his pulse points because he noticed Forrest stood closer when he did.

Sometimes, late at night, when he could hear Forrest settling down to bed, he would touch himself. He wasn’t loud, he didn’t need to be loud, with just the two of them there he knew the sounds would carry. That and the fact that their rooms were right next to each other. He was careful, limited his noises to breathy sighs, let quiet moans get caught in his throat. And it was working. In the mornings after Forrest was drawn to him like a moth to burning flame.

Mads was doing everything short of a Mae West impression when Forrest finally broke and kissed him against his beat up truck. And then again on the porch. And again behind the bar. And again and again as many times as he could.

Mads leans over the bar with a rag so as to seem busy, “If yer not interested that’s all ye have to say, love,” he says soothingly.

Forrest pauses again, weighs his thoughts before he speaks. “I’m… curious.”

Mads lifts his head. He’s got a mischievous quirk playing on his crooked grin, “Curious?”

“More’n curious,” Forrest mumbles. His face is flushing sweet and pink, Mads loves to see it.

The young red head sets the rag down and comes around the bar to the table Forrest is seated at. He sidles up close to him and lays a hand at the nape of his neck. The hairs there are short and bristly under his palm. His thumb rubs circles behind Forrest’s ear. Forrest turns his head to kiss the lovely offered wrist. When he breathes he smells sweet almonds.

“Is that a yes?” The voice above him is hopeful.

Forrest looks up and stares, caught in that black gaze. The world seems to move around them at that moment. He inhales shakily and nods once then turns his head and kisses the wrist again.

Mads’ grin becomes positively lopsided. He bends down and kisses the shell of Forrest’s ear. “You’ll like it,” Mads purrs, “I promise.”

He slides easily into Forrest’s lap and pulls him down for a hungry kiss. Forrest responds eagerly, wrapping his hands around the firm thighs splayed across his own. His hands slide up, over the curve of Mads’ hips, settling on his small waist. Mads tugs at the top buttons of Forrest’s shirt. He slips a hand under the fabric and rakes his nails through the thick, soft brown hair covering the muscled chest. A sweet hum leaves his lips as his pinky grazes a hardened nipple. He takes care of the rest buttons quickly, pushing the shirt off the broad shoulders and leans down to catch the other nipple in his mouth. He kisses it wetly, lavishing his tongue over the stiffened bud. Forrest groans, Mads feels the rumble under his lips. His nails scratch lightly down his lover’s stomach until he reaches his trousers. The hand smooths over the larger man’s bulge, squeezes with just the right amount of pressure, enough to snatch the breath right out of Forrest’s lungs.

Mads gets up suddenly but doesn’t go far. Forrest is holding on tight to the slim waist. Mads answers with a light laugh.

“Eager,” he teases.

His smile softens and turns tender as he looks down, “Wait ‘til I say ready, aye?” He plants a kiss on Forrest’s temple and slips out of his burly arms with ease, sauntering away to their bedroom.

“Have ye thought about what I said?”

Oh yes, he had thought about it. Thought about it when he was in town, at home, in bed, driving down empty dirt roads. He couldn’t stop thinking about it.

It was late, the air in the bedroom hot and sticky. Mads was straddling Forrest’s thick waist, rocking his hips at his own frantic pace, chasing his own pleasure. His hard cock bobbed untouched. Forrest was in awe of the sight. He could only grab at the sweat soaked sheets beneath him. Mads’ moans turned higher and breathier. He was getting close.

“Fuck, Forrest,” he panted, “yer so fuckin’ big.”

Mads looked down at him with a wicked gleam in his eyes. He pounced, dug his nails into Forrest’s strong shoulders, pierced his prey his black gaze.

“I want ye to fuck my face with yer big fat cock,” he said sweetly, “I wanna choke. Pull me hair and make me take it like a good cocksucker. Use my throat like yer fuck toy. Fuck me raw. Think yea’d like that? Aye, ye do. Always starin’ at me mouth. Imagine how lovely it’ll look covered in cum.”

Forrest was pinned, he was trapped in that gaze, caught in that clawed grip- his blue eyes widened, pupils blown out with lust. There was a brief flash in his mind; Mads’ lips stretched tight around the base of his cock, the long straight nose buried in his pubes, his black eyes blinking wetly. A switch flipped in him. He grabbed Mads by the hips and rolled them over, folded the smaller man in half and drilled into him mercilessly. Mads was now the one tearing desperately at the sheets. He cried out in pleasure and reached between their bodies to fist his neglected cock. He was floating, breathless, almost there.

Forrest covered the smaller hand with his own. He pumped in time with his thrusts, watched enraptured as Mads fell apart apart in his arms. His back arched off the bed, he tossed his head back, auburn hair spilling onto the pillow. He came with a curse, spilling over Forrest’s scarred knuckles.

Forrest didn’t let up. He drove deeper and deeper into Mads’ clenching tightness, encouraged by his breathless moans. He captured them in a burning kiss. His orgasm hit him like a wave, knocking him breathless. He fucked Mads through it until they were both shaking and sensitive from the aftershocks. They stayed close, exchanging soft kisses, bare grazes of the lips, whispered they loved each other in the tranquil space between them.

Afterwards they had cleaned up and returned to bed, Forrest smoking a cigar with Mads curled over him, both content, sated, warm in their afterglow. Mads was quickly nodding off, a proper fucking always put him right to sleep. He mumbled tiredly as he rubbed his face into the furred chest. He peeked up at Forrest sheepishly.

“What I said, earlier,” he whispered, “Give it a wee think.”

He was asleep before Forrest finished his cigar.

“Crack on!” Mads calls from the bedroom.

Forrest is out of the chair and standing in front of the door in seconds. His hand hovers over the handle. He has to take a moment to calm the rushing in ears.

When he steps into the bedroom he finds Mads kneeling on the rug in front of the bed. He’s stripped down to his briefs, has his hands folded behind his back in a show of submission. Forrest’s heart races as he takes in Mads’ doe eyed stare. He crosses the distance between them with slow, measured steps. He’s hard and straining against his trousers, inches away from Mads’ face.

Forrest runs a scarred hand through Mads’ hair and gives it a light tug, gets a soft gasp in return. His other hand goes to the buttons of his pants. He takes care of them slowly, holds Mads’ head in place so he can watch.

“You’re sure?” He grunts.

Mads beams at him cheekily, “Are ye gonna make me beg?”

Forrest smirks, “You’d like that more than me.” He pulls out his erect cock and gives it a couple slow strokes. Mads watches enraptured. He opens his mouth and tries to lean forward but Forrest holds him in place by the hair. Mads whines petulantly. He tries again, the impatient brat, but Forrest doesn’t let go.

“More I think ‘bout it,” Forrest drawls, “more that beggin’ starts to sound real nice.”

Mads’ eyes brighten and take on a fiendish shine. He pushes his shoulders back and bats his lashes at the towering figure stood over him. “Please fuck my face, Forrest. Make me yer whore. I can take it.” He licks his lips, “I’ll be so good fer ye, love.”

Forrest grumbles in approval and guides Mads’ wet mouth to his stiff member. Mads moves with him, opens his mouth with his tongue out and receives him beautifully, making them both moan. He’s tugged by his auburn hair slowly down Forrest’s thick shaft but is stopped halfway. Forrest holds him there for a beat, then pulls him off just as slow, Mads sucking as he goes, his mouth slurping loudly. They both exhale shakily, look into each others eyes and read each other quickly. They see heat and anticipation burning white hot.

Forrest tests how much Mads can handle, forces him to swallow more and more of his length then pulls him back. He gives the redhead plenty of time to catch his breath, but Mads doesn’t want it, he keeps trying, in vain, to take more but Forrest holds tight to his hair. They start to build a rhythm, Forrest thrusts his hips as he yanks Mads down, makes him take too much, releases him, then does it again. Mads is gagging, tears gathering in his coal colored eyes, the front of his briefs tented and damp with precum.

“Harder,” Mads gasps through a coarse voice. A string of saliva connects from his lips to the reddening tip of Forrest’s cock.

Forrest obliges. He pushes Mads back until his shoulders hit the bed, then steps in close. He grabs both sides of the younger man’s face and fucks it properly with hard snaps of his hips. He only lets go when he feels Mads’ nails digging into his thighs. Mads’ chest heaves as he sucks in a large gulps of air. He noses at the base of Forrest’s long, thick cock, and breathes in his musk. He bathes his balls with his tongue, greedily laps up the taste of salt, he hears cursing above him. Forrest tightens his hold on Mads’ auburn locks, fucks his mouth deeper and deeper, feels his throat open like a rose in bloom. It’s heaven.

It’s been going on so long, Mads isn’t sure how long, but he thinks he gone delirious from lack of oxygen. When his mouth isn’t full he’s babbling with shining bruised lips, “That’s it,” “Don’t stop,” “Fuck me,” “Just like that”. His eyes are absolutely feral. He can feel Forrest’s cock throbbing on his tongue and knows he’s close.

“Mads..” Forrest warns.

He makes like he’s going to step back, or worse, Mads thinks, pull out, and Mads can’t be having that. He slurps him down loudly, all the way to the root, and grabs hold of Forrest’s hips. They lock eyes. Mads hums sweetly.

Forrest buckles, grinds his cock into the velvety warmth as he cums straight down Mads’ throat. His noises wrung out of him are animalistic. Mads moans gratefully and takes it all. He’s practically purring as he milks Forrest for all he’s worth.

Mads tenderly caresses Forrest’s thighs as the large man comes back to himself. He’s panting, trembling, but his mind is blissfully clear. He straightens after a moment and cradles Mads’ face, looks deep into his eyes, and slowly pulls out, Mads suckling softly as he does so, he doesn’t want to waste a drop. Forrest collapses on the floor next to him with a grunt. He wraps a large arm around Mads’ waist and pulls him into his lap. He reaches between the redhead’s legs for the waistband of his briefs and tugs them down.

“You’re crazy, kid,” he whispers the words against the younger man’s temple, seals them with a kiss.

Mads hums and lifts his hips so his briefs can be pulled down the rest of the way. He looks pleased with himself as he spreads his legs wide. “Aye, so I am,” his voice is raspy as he speaks, arches as Forrest wraps a strong hand around his erection, “You love me all the more for it.” He moans as Forrest’s pulls back his foreskin with one hand and reaches around with the other to massage the shiny exposed head. He uses the precum leaking from the redhead’s tip as lube, smears it down his aching cock and cups his tight sack. He leaves nipping kisses along Mads’ neck as he jerks him off.

Mads bites down on his lip, he’s been on edge this whole time, he’s so close.

“That’s it,” Forrest breathes, “Good boy.”

The words hit home. Mads cries out and shoots ropes of cum all over his chest. Forrest rumbles, keeps pumping until Mads is spent and weakly turning in his grasp. They stay on the floor a little while longer, curled in each others arms, nuzzling and kissing whatever they can reach.

Once their heartbeats have returned to normal Forrest scoops Mads up in his arms and lays him gently on the mattress. He leaves the room briefly and comes back with a damp washcloth in one hand, Mads’ cigarettes in the other, and a big, fat, smoking cigar clamped in his mouth. He’s got a stupid grin on his face as he cleans Mads up. They both look quite pleased with themselves. Mads takes the cigarettes and lights one as Forrest potters about the room. He picks up the discarded clothes and puts out the lamps, whistling happily through smoke all the while. When he finishes and crawls back into bed, still smoking. Mads is just putting out his cigarette. The younger man pulls the covers over their exhausted bodies and snuggles close.

“Yer good to me, Forrest,” he whispers, his voice is already starting to crack.

Forrest’s fingertips trace gently up and down Mads’ spine, “I’ve got you, kid,” he gruffs. When he looks down he sees his lover nodding off.

Forrest finishes his cigar, he puts it out on the ashtray next to him then rolls over to take Mads fully in his arms. Mads reaches for him in his sleep, and buries his face in the furry chest. Forrest falls asleep soon after, he can smell almonds and the feel Mads’ heart beating against his own.

#forrest bondurant fanfic #forrest bondurant fanfiction #lawless fanfic #lawless fanfiction #mlm #forrest bondurant #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fanfiction #confetti writes

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katnissmellarkkk · 2 years

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Oh love about Hunter Everdeen. So, headcanon about his parents please..

Oooohhh! My headcanon stems from the origin of Maude Ivory’s name, the Ballad of Maude Clare. I mentioned this in chapter 4 of Gravity when Katniss tells Peeta all about her father’s parents romance. Essentially, their story is strongly based on the Ballad of Maude Clare, only I gave it a happy-ish ending.

In this case specifically, Maude Ivory Baird was in love with a man named Forrest Everdeen when she was nineteen. He loved her back but he was promised to another, a more respectable girl whom he was expected to marry, and he couldn’t let his family down (duty and honor was very important to the Everdeens) so instead he broke it off with Maude Ivory. The girl he was betrothed to never knew of Maude Ivory and Forrest’s love affair — as at this point, little Maude Ivory had quite a reputation in Twelve and so she had wanted to keep their relationship under wraps — and since Maude was known as the girl with the prettiest voice in all the district, despite the other kind of attentions she got, she was hired to sing at Forrest and his intended’s wedding. But Maude Ivory was never one to let things slide and she chose to sing song after song at the reception in which detailed men betraying their lovers and going back on their promises. By the end of the night, Forrest’s new bride forced him and Maude into the closest room together and confronts them both. Maude Ivory comes clean with the entire affair, but chooses right then and there to announce her pregnancy (not with Katniss’ father but his older brother). After that, Maude left the wedding and planned to run away, to the place she suspected her missing and presumed dead cousin, Lucy Gray, ran away in search of years ago. But she never makes the trip, because Forrest comes after her, to stop her and beg her to stay. Forrest realized as soon as she left that he’d made a mistake (realistically, he’d known for a long while that he was making a huge mistake) and he pleads with her to let him make it right. She says no at first, saying he’s only doing it for the baby, but he insists that isn’t so. She still doesn’t relent but he begs and begs her to come home and to not risk the unborn life of their baby by running off into the wilds, where she could be caught and killed by Peacekeepers. She finally agrees and goes home and he comes by her house every single day after that, with food and comforts and any sort of flower from the woods or small luxury from the Hob. He works and works and works to earn her trust back and to make her believe in him again. Eventually she does and they have their first son, Ryder Everdeen. Years pass by and they’re still happy and in love and they decide to have another. They are blessed with a healthy second son, Hunter Everdeen. Hunter grows up, seeing his parents’ loving marriage, witnessing the way love should be, and realizes as he gets older that not everyone gets this kind of love. Hunter decides from a young age that if he can’t have a marriage like his parents, he never intends to have one at all. Maude Ivory fills their home with songs of joy and love and sometimes tragedy and even as years pass them on by, Forrest still thinks the sun rises and falls with her. He never makes another mistake like he did years before, when he married another woman, and he never falls out of love with the mother of his sons. And he always, always makes sure love is the center of their household.

Forrest also never stops bringing Maude Ivory gifts from the woods, something his son, Hunter, very much picks up on.

#play with me 🥰#not me just fully giving this made up backstory to two characters who either don’t exist or are so minor #in canon it’s ridiculous #😭😭😭😭

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studiomiguel · 8 months

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For better or worse, we don’t necessarily choose who comes into (or stays) in our lives. For better, Deb came into mine in the spring of life, when I was just a small town boy living’ in a lonely world, falling in love with her big sister. Soon after meeting them, she and the love of her life extended their friendship to me. First, they looked askance at this weird kid, then accepted and finally embraced me.

Thirty-three years ago they invited me to pile into their brand new 1990 Isuzu pickup with a camper shell for a road trip to San Isabel National Forrest in Colorado. It was an AMAZING trip. One of the most memorable of my life. The first time I had ever seen a real mountain, breathed alpine air, felt the chill night in the middle of summer! I never knew such experiences existed. New experience after new experience. It put me in the mind of Jean George’s, ‘My Side Of the Mountain’ wherein a young boy named Sam escapes to the Catskill mountains and lives on little more than his wits for a year by making a home in the burned out hollow of a tree. Every morning, I would get up early, hike in the wilderness and imagine that I had escaped my droll reality to a life there in that paradise. On one of those walks would I cut a small sapling into a walking stick. Long-forgotten, they thoughtfully saved this and recently gifted it back to me.

Every time I drive over Raton Pass on the southern border of the state, I remember the first time in that little pickup at 7800’ with those two dear friends-soon-to-be-family. We laugh together when the trip comes up and Deborah Anne points out that I had eaten the trip’s entire stash of homemade chocolate chip cookies before we ever left the great state of Texas. In my defense: 1) The cookies were delicious and 2) Texas is HUGE! Debbie & her heart understood John Muir’s famous statement: ‘The mountains are calling and I must go'. She and her family would answer that beacon many times in the following decades.

The second of three sisters, she has always been an upbeat, outgoing and infectious personality with a rapier observational wit. Always the constant and stable mother-figure, it took me years to believe the stories my wife would tell of her wild side before she settled down to care for a family and raise two rambunctious boys.

Growing up as I did with two sisters, it was an easy transition to include a new one in my life and as my own siblings and I grew distant over the years, she proved to be a wonderful surrogate-sister filling that emotional place in my heart. It has always brought me especially great joy that Debbie brightens my own wife’s disposition so and their relationship is perfectly portrayed by Louisa May Alcott in Little Women. If my own love is Jo, then Debbie would be analogous to Meg… maybe a dash of Beth from time to time. Perhaps sisters understand each other in a way that one one else (especially brothers) can. Neither she, nor those like her, realize the feelings of envy that many women feel toward families like her own. Not perfect by any stretch, but thoughtful, engaged and always always connected. I like to say ‘thank God that love is temporal and not geographic’, I have truly seen love defy time and space between my wife and her sisters.

Rich in the possession of a good man's heart, Deborah raised two children, drove trucks, roofed, baked cookies, worked disaster relief, started (& retired from) a career as a white-hat and now in the third chapter of life in this existence, I see her face new and terrifying realities. Always one to wear a brave face (what mother isn’t), you’d never know monsters stalk in her shadows. I suppose something else she is teaching me is that it isn’t the looming threats or realities that define us, but the faith we exercise when we face them, confident, as my dear sister is, that victory will be ours.

I wish words could heal us, they are the only power we have.

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wowifinallymadeanaccount · 9 months

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Wow I finally watched Ready or not and holy SHIT

I went into it already having a roundabout idea of what was going to happen - I also knew Grace survived due to a spoiler I'd seen but that was on me and I own that as this movie has been out for a few years now

But something I wanted to talk about, or more someone, was Daniel.

Fucking Daniel.

He was the hero in disguise the whole time.

As if trying to make up for the wrong he did all those years ago with the innocent groom.

He was trying to warn Grace without pointedly warning her before the wedding.

He gave Grace a ten second headstart when he Accidently stumbled across her.

Heck I feel like he would have left Grace go in the Forrest if his father wasn't right there.

And that's what made him smart.

He didn't compromise his own position in the family to help her, until the perfect moment arrived.

But the question is, did he always know he was going to do good? Did it change every minute?

We obviously see he is not the same as his family, as his own wife, through the whole movie. So it's safe to assume his different views of what is right and wrong and 'having a soul' is different from his family. Could this have been from the trauma of what happened to him as a child? Or has he always felt this way?

We see in the childhood flashback that the two brothers are obviously scared, as if they can get hurt themselves. The two boys in the present don't feel the same way, they're excited and hungry to be apart of the family festivities.

It's just interesting to think about what experiences or what core values they have grown with etc. - What are the reasons when growing up in a family like this?

Daniel waited for the perfect moment to strike, to save the innocent bride, but he didn't kill his family no - because at the end of the day they're still his family. He isn't that person to kill his family, that would just make him one of them, But he knows when their 'family traditions' need to be stopped.

Oh my poor poor sweet boy, you should not have married gold digger charity.

Ironic, isn't it?

And what was the reason for him getting married? If he has always felt this way towards the game, why would be potentially put someone else through it?

We see not everyone gets a traumatic and death-ending game like Hide and Seek. But there's always a risk of it isn't there?

So why would he do that when it doesn't even look like he loves her? Did he ever love her? It's portrayed that she only wanted the money, to be apart of the family.

Oh wait, she ended up shooting him to ensure the family, fame and fortune she was apart of would continue to thrive.

Nevermind, fuck her.

(I mean she was kinda hot)

OKAY NOT THE TIME-

But you also gotta wonder if Daniel hadn't of died, would little brother have snapped the way he did and completely turned on the love of his life he'd done everything he could all night to protect?

Alright onto more important things.

Is it just me or did Daniel become x10000000000 fucking hotter when he suddenly went against his family and became the hero?

Before that moment, Fuck yeah he was attractive. His little sarcastic remarks. The good little things he did like giving Grace a headstart. His beautiful hair and little undone tie. And of course his voice, because it's me.

But when he 'poisoned' his family and freed her? Became the hero of this story?

BOI I WAS ON MY KNEEEEEEEESSSSSSS FOR THIS MAN LIKE YES SIR 🛐

Also the fact that the curse or whatever it was called ended up being real? I DIED. SO UNEXPECTED. I LOVED IT. FUCKING, LOVED IT.

SUCK ON THEM TIDDY DICKS BITCHES.

All in all I was very happy I finally got to watch this movie after so long of anticipation. But I wish Daniel didn't have to die. I'm glad Grace survived because she deserved to, but Daniel didn't deserve to die.

But I guess, there could never of been a future where both of them live. Could there?

Oh fuck me I just realised that.

#alright if you need me I'll be sobbing in the corner #FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING CURSE I KNOW YOU DIDN'T TAKE DANIEL BUT KNOWING YOU WOULD HAVE IF HE DIDN'T GET SHOT HURTS EVEN MORE #Ready or not #wowifinallywatchedthis

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Introducing Myself To The Blogging Community

As a grade 11 student, I see myself as a growing person with the goals of becoming better. Ten years from now, I see myself as a Lawyer or a Journalist, although, for me, since it is based on the premise that we won't change, we can't predict what we want. The ideal way to live for me is to make decisions based on what would be the best one right now because there are so many unknowns about the future that we cannot predict them. Thus, the future will take care of itself if I choose wisely today. From a film that is called Forrest Gump, it states that “Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re going to get.” With this quote, I mirror myself as I am still in the process of finding out what I really want to do in my life. In ten years, I'll have more of what I desire, use what I have more effectively, and generally advance in life. I'll continue to laugh every day, be easygoing and genuine while also being ambitious. The rest of the events will unfold as they should. As a paulinian, I have learned a lot of values that I know I can use for the future. St. Paul University Philippines plays a vital role in my life in the reason that, this university shaped my knowledge since my kindergarten days and still molds who am I today. Growing up, my learnings and the moral beliefs I carry on up until now has a huge impact on becoming a paulinian student. I chose the strand of Humanities and Social Sciences because my top three courses in college that I would like to take are Journalism, Political Science and Legal Management. Since when I was little, I have always loved reading and writing stories that I can make up in my bare mind, from writing into my diaries, journals, and other more what-nots, I developed having a space of wanting to become a journalist. For Political Science and Legal Management, I see these two as a steppingstone for me to become a lawyer or a politician- a competent one. Growing up, watching history films, reading about the current events and social issues that we are experiencing now eradicates why I am interested in these two courses. Though I am still working on my public speaking skills and my communications techniques especially at debates which I love but I found a little bit difficult, someday, I want to be an agent of change- for the betterment of our nation. Moreover, as an individual who wants to have a future that I can be proud of, the HUMSS strand practices and it makes myself ready for the bigger wave so yes, the strand I am taking right now is the best strand for me. Since I don't really know the exact answer to the question "what do you want to become when you grow up?”, I now strive to be the greatest version of myself.

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othertmrkids · 2 years

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with open arms | reed&finch (college au)

All of Finch’s life, it had been the little things. Like asking from Reed’s door if he was busy and being met with an instant, “No, come in.” Things like watching the man set aside all of his papers and notebooks, scattered across his bed on a clear deadline. Finch had leapt across that bed since he was a child, skittering to a halt just before colliding with the wall, his twin’s laughter in tandem with his own. But today, he sat neatly beside Reed, tucking his legs crisscross under himself as he often did in his most unsure moments. It was the little things, like Reed shifting to match the posture, and then waiting with kind eyes for Finch to be ready.

“I think I’ve been kinda rude lately,” Finch began, his gaze angled toward his lap rather than the pleasantly surprised man beside him. The maturity he was being approached with moved Reed to prompt, “What makes you say that?”

“Because I miss you,” Finch spoke through a burdened sigh. “And Ms. Hughes told me that sometimes when people are scared we do stuff that makes people we love feel far away.”

Relieved as he was that Finch’s guidance counselor, who Reed had met on the odd occasion, was providing the boy with sound advice, he couldn’t help his heartache for Finch’s growing self-awareness. “I miss you too, buddy,” he admitted earnestly before adding, “Can I ask what’s scaring you so much?”

Finch chewed on his lower lip and then, “Benji didn’t already tell you?”

The worry of perception was a harrowing feeling even for someone his age, and to know Finch was experiencing it currently narrowed Reed’s eyes. “He talked to me a little bit about what’s going on, but I’d like to hear it from you so I know the whole story. Is that okay?”

Finch nodded but didn’t speak, his heart beating in his ears in wonder of how the words on the tip of his tongue would be received. So Reed offered him one more gentle nudge, “Is it something to do with mine and Benji’s relationship?”

Finch nodded again. “People don’t stick around here, Reed,” he mumbled, eyes fixed to his lap. “People always go and they always take Benji’s whole heart with them. Every single time. And he gets sadder and sadder because he was hoping they weren’t gonna go and I was hoping they weren’t gonna go and Sabrina was and Forrest and Jack…” Finch’s rapidly growing, lanky shoulders rose and fell with a heavy breath. “And I know you’re our best friend but if things get weird with Benji and you have to go…” He bit his lip again, unable to finish the sentence full of detrimental possibilities that he’d been mulling over since his initial conversation with his older brother.

“Finch…” Reed reached a hand to the middle of Finch’s back as permission before he began moving it in slow circles. “I can promise you with my whole heart that I will never do anything to hurt your brother. Either of them. Or your sisters. Or you.” His chest felt screwed tight with the gravity of his sentiments, paired with the intense responsibility he felt over Finch’s well being. But still, he pushed himself to give to Finch what he knew few had before. “I love Benji so much that I plan on being with him till I physically can’t anymore. But, if something happens out of our control, I still don’t plan on leaving you kids behind, ever.” Finch’s eyes had begun watering a few syllables ago but Reed wasn’t yet finished. “Because however much love I have for Benji, you’re privy to also. Every one of you. It’s not just for him, it’s yours to have too, if you’ll take it. Do you understand?”

Despite working hard to piece together why tears were threatening him in the first place, Finch nodded. He had to. There were few times in his life he could acknowledge a feeling so clearly as what Reed described. Sniffles escaped him as though he were still eight years old, unable to keep up with his twin’s roughhousing with the man beside him, defeated in thinking he was on the verge of being left out of one more good thing in this life.

Back then, Reed had showed Finch that he wasn’t less than for needing to take things one step at a time, and this time he told him. “It’s alright to be overwhelmed and even a little sad at things changing around you, you know. Everyone feels this way at some point or another, especially with so much going on.”

“You don’t.” The two words, spoken as Finch dragged a tiring arm across his eyes, took Reed somewhat aback. “I’ve never seen you sad or scared or empty,” the boy’s tone was so matter-of-fact.

A slow breath passed Reed’s lips, and with it rushed memories of the sister who was so blindsided by his departure from their family because of how carefully he’d shielded each of his struggles. He’d spent years wondering how much harm he’d done over good in keeping his truest self from her and he refused to do the same with Finch.

“...A few months ago, before I graduated I had a really hard talk with Mei,” Reed began, licking his lips to gather his own bearings on something he had never quite said aloud before. “She’d been really wanting me to move to New York for a while because that’s what couples do, they find every way to be close no matter what. But every time I thought about living over there my stomach felt like it was sinking. It was one of the worst sadnesses I’ve known and even though it took some time, do you know what I realized was making me feel so scared and so, so empty?”

Finch, entranced by a peek into things he’d never been allowed before, shook his head slightly, a small, mesmerized part to his mouth.

“Knowing that if I picked up and took my life to New York, I would have to leave all of you. And yes, the thought of being without Benji hurt because some of the best parts of my days were made of him. But you kids…I knew having me here made you smile just as much as it made me. I knew that everything I’d ever done for you, each of you kids always gave back to me in full, in your own special way and I…I couldn’t give that up for anything. Everything terrifying and heartbreaking that I felt all pointed in one direction; that I couldn’t move to New York. Not because of Benji’s love, which I didn’t think could be mine back then- but because of yours.”

A light tap to Finch’s chest from two of Reed’s fingers made him feel breathless for a moment, glancing down at the gesture as he wondered what it meant to be so important to someone simply by existing. He had only been told such things by one other person in his life and she stirred nothing less than love out of him, no matter how little time they’d known one another.

Finch didn’t know what the right answer to Reed’s unbridled honesty was, so he blurted out the thing he meant the most instead. “I’m really glad you stayed with us.” And then added, in a show that he’d grown more than he’d ever give himself credit for, “I’m sorry you were sad. And that you had to choose.”

Reed couldn’t keep the gratified smile out of his voice if he wanted to. “It’s alright, buddy. Trust me, it was worth it.”

Finch seemed accepting of the statement, thinking it through for a few moments before finding Reed’s eyes to comment on something else that had caught his attention. “Benji does love you.”

Reed couldn’t help his fond chuckle. “Oh yeah? How do you figure that?”

Something in Finch’s demeanor dropped, including the gaze that returned to his hands. “Because everyone makes Benji sad sometimes. Everyone makes him a little bit hurt even when they’re not trying to.” The deep sigh that followed his words made Reed wonder just how often Finch poured over feelings that weren’t his own. “But not you,” Finch continued with a surety that seized up Reed’s chest again, but this time with a tremendous warmth. “You’ve never made him sad. And I just know he’s gotta love you for that.”

The 12-year-old logic was impenetrable and a small smile touched the corners of Reed’s lips, even as he drifted back to those crushing moments he stood across from Benji in a Utah motel parking lot not too long ago. Etched in his mind was the sight of his best friend’s face twisted with frustration and confusion beyond even his own scope of understanding. Undoubtedly Benji was weighed down then and burdened for the days that followed but what came after…

“Finch, sometimes the lonely and hard times are what help us see more clearly on the other side,” Reed took a breath, almost able to feel Benji cautiously hold his hand back over the kitchen table after making the confession of a thousand lifetimes. “And sometimes we have to face what’s scary head on and trust that we’ll be better for it after. So if…you’re worried about talking to your brother about all of this again because you don’t want to make him sad or hurt him again…then know that he’ll be more sad if he can’t talk to you or even have the chance to be better after. Alright?”

Finch only conceded with a quiet, “Alright,” but Reed had known the boy long enough to recognize when he had taken something to heart. He was content to allow Finch his time to process but the younger felt it necessary to add just one more thing. “Sorry about bothering your room time,” he mumbled, referring to the York family term for the rare occasions in which Reed actually spent time within the confines of his own bedroom, away from open access to company.

Reed imagined that the sparks of pride he felt repeatedly through their conversation at how Finch seemed to be growing into a finely formed young man before his very eyes rivaled what actual parents experienced daily. Finally, he leaned over in Finch’s direction and reached an arm around the boy’s shoulders for a hug. He only pulled away to beam at Finch and tell him through a soft laugh, “You know, between you and me, if I play my cards right, Benji might just let me squirrel away in the master bedroom with him sometime soon, so you could be the one who has room time all to yourself sooner than you think.”

The quirk of Finch’s grin mirrored Reed’s but he shrugged anyway. “I don’t mind sharing with Forrest. He’s my favorite person. But I know Benji’s yours so I can just have my favorite person like a neighbor so you can have yours as a roomie.”

“What? Nonsense!” Reed balked. “You’re my favorite, Benji doesn’t stand a chance.”

Finch took a moment to let the smile rest on his face and take in the warm glow that Reed always gazed at him with. And then, instead of retreating as he often did after exerting himself, Finch offered something different. “Can I stay with you and do the sticker thing?”

Reed gave an amused, “Of course,” and reached for his cast aside grading to disperse before them once more, handing over a sticker pad that his teenagers seemed to love the approval of more than any child could. Picking up his pen, Reed asked tenderly, “Will you at least try to talk to Benji when you think you’re ready for it, bud?”

Finch flipped open the sticker pad and skimmed the different shapes and colors he’d been helping to award students with since his oldest brother first brought home a very dear friend. And almost too much had changed since he had met the man who would, in due time, become just about his third brother. But some things, Finch could always rely on, and perhaps he could at long last, peacefully believe that the home of protective arms around him was one of them.

Peeling back a black and yellow sticker that read, “Keep It Up!” Finch looked up to Reed and nodded.

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swtki · 3 years

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Enemy - E. C

Pairing: Edward Cullen x Vampire! Fem! Reader

Summary: Edward meets his seductress once again

Warnings: Smut, 18+ content, banter between muses, femdom, Sub! Edward, not in an alternate universe just set in the seventies, Volturi! Reader, oral (m), mention of Edward being killed, swearing of course, Vaginal sex, kinda dubcon but not really? Public alley sex.

A/N: Edward smut is hard you mfs better love this.

If he had a working heart, he was sure it would be pounding so loud the whole city could hear. He sat on his balcony, eyes scanning the crowded Paris streets. To find her, the woman who was to destroy him. Alice had warned him just a week ago, her vision being one of chaos and pain. Behind it all, was a womans face. Not just any face however, it was Y/N. A member of the Volturi, whose heart was set on pulling him limb from limb. Everyone in the house had decided it would be best if Edward were to depart from their permanent home, flee to Paris for a short time. He was akin to being alone, but to be alone while watching over your back 24/7 was not the same. While he hated every second of his existence; He knew that if he were to give up and let her kill him, she would surely only continue to his family. He couldn’t let that happen, so he kept moving in the shadows. She wouldn’t move on until she had his head.

He racked his brain, trying to figure out a long term plan as this could only work for so long. She was strong, killing her wouldn’t be easy nor would it be something he wanted to do. Perhaps he could change her mind, he could talk her down from her dedication.

He sighed, walking into the main room and grabbing his jacket.

He needed to eat.

The elevator ride down was slow, and he tapped his finger against his thigh. How he hated human life, but at the same time desired it more than anything. Tedious elevators, the need to eat every single day, the need to sleep. The doors finally slid open, allowing him to walk down the lobby and out of his building.

The street was unusually crowded at this time, the past five days the streets were deserted as soon as the clock struck nine-pm. He couldn’t run to the closest forrest or country plaine, he needed to leave the area before they could see him take off.

So, he started walking. Voices filled his head - the French didn’t try to hold back compared to Americans. Thats when he realized, it was friday night. There were people flooding the streets. More specifically, humans flooding the streets.

“Shit.” He breathed out, knowing that he’d not only have to cancel his meal, but interrupt someone else's. He started walking to the loud music, cursing himself for being this stupid. Who other than Edward Cullen would want to find his potential murderer?

As people danced to the music, he slid toward the bar. He ordered a beer to maintain face amongst the others around him.

“Merci.” He started to turn back to the dancing bodies, but stopped when he heard the order the bartender was receiving.

“Un whisky et un verre de ce champagne.“ The man said, waiting for his drinks to be prepared. Thats when Edward realized. He had ordered champagne. Both the human man and the bartender had thought it was weird someone would order champagne in a club like this. But she always ordered champagne, always. It was what she would tell her victims to order before she took them outside.

He watched the man take the drinks, hoping he was wrong about the partner. He cursed as he realized he wasn’t. She drank, flirted, and of course lured him outside. Throwing some coins on the bartop, he quickly followed. But, he was too late. Her body was flush against the human mans, she was having a bloody good meal. Edward would be lying if he didn’t debate joining her.

“I see you’re still denying your nature.” She pulled off of him, letting the body drop as she stood still.

“I see you’re still wearing red so you don’t need to worry about stains.” He replied. She smiled and turned to him, looking him from head to toe. “I don’t know why you still despise me after all these years, Y/N.” her smile faded.

“Despise you? No, Edward I quite admire you.” She walked over to him and pressed her hand to his shoulder, “I really do think you’re one of the strongest of our kind. You could be stronger, but you suppress yourself. You drink rats blood, while I drink how our kind is meant to. Shame, really.” She walked behind him and her hand wrapped around his neck. He couldn’t move, her powers overtook him. “Imagine the life you and I could lead if you would just submit”. He shuddered at the last word. He was always a sucker for her when it came to seduction and she knew it.

“What do you want?”

“Oh, nothing much. I just want the natural order to be restored.” She smiled and kissed his neck sofly. “Imagine yourself, in Italy with the most powerful of our kind. You could have me every night - for the rest of eternity.” his eyelashes fluttered as she continued kissing his neck. “Do you want to see how good it would feel to be with me every night?”

“Please.” He whimpered. Thats all she needed to release him from her grasp and push him against the dark brick wall. Their lips connected as if they were puzzle pieces, moving in perfect harmony with each other. She pulled away, slithering down on her knees, she was going to make him realize how much he needed her.

“Shall I?” She asked, running her hand up his thigh softly.

“Yes, God, please.” Edward begged, she loved hearing him beg for her touch.

“You always were weak when it came to sex, wonder if you still moan at the smallest, little,” Her hand groped his growing cock. His stomach fluttered with pleasure, and he couldn’t hold his moan, “Touch. Edward, you can read my mind, you can see what I have planned.” He looked inside her head, seeing the pleasure she could inflict upon his body if he would just wave a white flag.

As she took off his trousers, he debated surrendering or not. Was she worth living a life he wanted nothing more than to shun? Every time they saw each other, the sex was electric almost. She made him feel like a prey being hunted by a predator, and he loved that. As much as he hated to admit it, part of the reason he kept turning down the offer was because he didn’t want to ruin the cat and mouse relationship. He knew she loved the chase, that was why she was so persistent. But did he still feel a hatred towards her? Yes. He had seen her slaughter entire groups because she didn’t get her way. But tonight, he decided, he would wave a white flag and lower it once the sun rose.

He snapped back to reality, she hooked her fingers around the waistband of his briefs, looking up at him through her long lashes. He looked down, beginning to place his hands on her head, but was stopped by her pinning him to the wall. Her gift was useful in many situations.

Tugging down, she smiled when his dick was finally isolated. He was all hers tonight, he was painfully hard for her and only her. Her hand grasped the shaft, pumping a few times before licking a long stripe up. He made a moan of pleasure and she rewarded him with taking his length down her throat. She gagged and felt his hips buck, making her withdrawal.

“Wait-” He began.

“No, you broke the rules. What did I tell you about greed, Edward?”

“That it had no place in our sex life.” She smiled and stood, slapping his cheek a few times.

“Dress. We’ll be going to my hotel room, you may not deserve anything, but I do.” He rushed to pull up his pants and follow her.

She pushed him down on the bed as soon as the door was shut, lifting her dress up, she straddled him.

“Imagine, you agree and this is every night for the rest of our time.” Pulling down his pants she spat on her hand and guided him to her slick cunt. He slid in with ease, making her eyes roll into her skull. He could hear her mind scramble as she slowly rocked her hips. “Feel so fucking good, shame you have to be so fucking stupid.”. He was sure if he had blood he would have just bitten it and bled out. She was so fucking hot, watching her nails dig into his firm stomach. He adored her from this angle, especially when she didn’t even bother to to take her clothes off.

“Can I touch you, please?” She smiled and nodded, letting his hand move so his thumb could skillfully rub her clit, making the coil in her stomach tighten. Her movements got faster, and he heard her mind beg for more. He slightly lifted his hips while continuing his fingers. Her orgasm washed over her, causing her to scream out in pure bliss. She stopped her hips, swinging her leg over his body and straightening her dress. He looked at her in confusion, he still hadn’t cum.

“You can cum when you agree to join me. I had my fun, now leave.” She said coldly. He pulled his pants back up, stumbling back to the apartment he had spent every night and day in. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t consider saying yes to her.

As long as it was her

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authorkun · 3 years

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[𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘] (003-1/2)

𝙎𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚,

The whole 1000+ plus years he had lived, love wasn't apart of the equation. He wasn't capable of such a thing. Well, that's what he believed anyways. Many others would have agreed. A monster like him could have never had a heart.

Until he met him...

The ghost of a smile that played off his lips

The way he cared for him.

A book that always seemed to be in his grasp

Even the way he had called out his name felt different. "Sukuna!"

The aura that surrounded him felt intoxicating, no, it felt addictively refreshing. Sukuna could never seem to leave.

The thing that drew him in the most was that he was never scared of what the curse was.

A Monster

But no matter how many threats, or how many times Sukuna had come back drenched in the blood of a massacre, he always stayed. Whenever he questioned why he stayed around the answer was always the same, "When I look at you, I never see the monstrosity that you claim to be. I only see a man, a man who has his morals like everyone else in this world. The weight of good and bad sits at the feet of the beholder. If you are damned to that title, why haven't you killed me yet?"

The question he would often ask himself at times. Why did he stay? This man was only a mere human, he was just like the rest. That's where his mind would travel else where, and start spiraling into more confusion. Something always seemed to drag him back to the male. Almost like a magnet pulling him towards the other.

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-1000+ years ago

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The small gust of wind caused the small pink petals dance around, the spring had just arrived bringing the end of winter's coldness. Faint humming and the light taps of footsteps filled the silence. A tall male dressed in a navy blue kimono continued his path, head held low reading the delicate writing in the book.

His stroll was throughout the large garden that accompanied the abandoned palace. He had found the place a few years before, when he was journeying through the woods. When he stumbled upon the building, large vines and patches of moss had overgrown over the once majestic palace.

The garden in the back, the same state. In his mind he thought it was the perfect place to call home and started to clean the place. The overgrown garden now prosperous cleared of any impurities. It was his pride and joy. Though, hidden from sight, the palace made him feel at peace contradicting the chaos which had raged on outside. The walls kept it hidden from peeking eyes and was perfect for isolating everything precious inside. That's the exact reason why when, the king of curses had lain his sights on the enclosed space it was his.

Shortly after braking into the palace, he had met the 'owner'. The two's encounter was filled with Sukuna's threats of certain death, and the stranger's unbothered expression.

The damned expression pissed Sukuna off to no end. But with that anger also brought something else. A sense of peacefulness he hadn't felt since he was human himself.

Little did he know that strange feeling would grow into something else towards the male. Every time he would see him strolling through the stone lined path a ghost of a smile would grace his features.

Usually he would join his walk while the other would read aloud the words of great scholars. Today wasn't any different. The curse was covered head to toe in blood, as the clicks of his heels echoed the empty hall.

Walking to the entrance to the paradise like garden, he was met with the sight of his companion draped across the grass next to a small pond. A satisfied grin painting his face.

"You know, I don't think your poor kimono can take anymore trauma." He teased tossing his book aside. "Come on." He had grabbed onto Sukuna's wrist and dragged him toward a The bath house.

Timeskip

After cleaning himself up, the male had suggested a walk through the garden. The sun was about setting, the hues of red and orange reminded him of paintings he had seen before. Almost surreal.

The two had stopped at a small patch of grass. Sitting down next to each other enjoying the other's company as they continued to watch the sun disappear behind the clouds. The moon starting to become visible.

The sudden warmth of a hand brought Sukuna's attention towards the male next to him. Slightly nudging his cheek farther into the warmth that contrasted the slight chilliness the spring air brought. "I have a confession to make." The words rung through his head.

"I don't think I can hide it much longer. I care for you Ryomen. I hold a dear place for you in my heart." The sudden confession sent waves of emotions crashing down on the cursed king.

His hand laced with the one on top of his face. "As do I. But do humor me, why fall for a murderer like me?"

"Of the time we've spent together, I've only seen you. How many sins you've committed, has never crossed my definition of you." The same smile, Sukuna had seen millions of times, once again was plastered. His tone was sincere and caring, never a hint of hatred or false truth crossing. With that, the couple had connected their lips. For the first time, a strange comforting feeling filled the curse's chest.

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'Tap'

Blood was painted everywhere. Everywhere he looked the ominous color was splattered across the floors and walls. The soft clicks of his shoes were the only sound that echoed the halls of the enormous estate.

The estate which was always filled with his humming, or his anxious footsteps pattering the floor. Now, it seemed empty. When they both lived there it had always seemed smaller than it truly was. Now, the palace seemed more to its size. Flashes of memories came and went as Sukuna stared at the body lain across the wooden floors. The gruesome mutilation wasn’t what had disturbed him. No.

It was whom the body belonged to, that brought the evident hunger of grief that started taking over him. It was him. His lover, the one he had tried so hard to hide from the peeving eyes of everyone else lain across the floor, dead. Sukuna hadn't known when he had collapsed, or when he held the dead body of his spouse in his arms, or even the moment he had started crying. All he knew was revenge.

The blood hadn't just stain his hands, the scene was burned into his mind. The scarring sight etched into his memory. 'BAM' his fist collided with the floorboards creating a hole. An anguish filled scream echoed the Forrest surrounding the once safe haven for the couple.

'They will not make a fool out of the king of curse's. Much less make a fool out of his beloved.'

That night he had destroyed every village in a 20 mile radius, his carnage truly a symbol of his power and grief sent as a warning. That night was when Sukuna's reason for mercy had disappeared, and so had his final thread of humanity.

A Legend among the shamen who had learned about the infamous curse's destruction, was that the body of his beloved still sleeps in a garden. Though overgrown throughout the years, A field of Lily's are said to be planted in honor for the male hidden in the mountains far from view.

To whom it may concern, the name of the beloved is . . .

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spaceskam · 3 years

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woke me up from the longest dream

Summary: Alex and Michael follow up on a lead and find something powerful.

Tags: canon compliant (for the most part), visions, road trips, my deep sky still sucks agenda

ao3

"Why is it so fucking cold?"

"Welcome to Montana," Alex said dryly.

Michael made a face and shoved his hands in his pockets. He was doing his best to be mature about Alex inviting him on this trip. It was another loose lead he found and he was irritated that he didn't find it until after he came back home. Michael had offered to help after a grueling time in self-induced misery and Alex had agreed and he had planned to use this time to show Alex how much he'd grown.

However, there was something about being alone with Alex that made him feel a little like he hadn’t.

"Are you not cold?"

"Didn't we deduce that your species is from a really cold planet due to your body temperature and the clothing Tripp described they were wearing?" Alex asked back.

Michael was used to a vaguely snarky Alex, it was in his genetic makeup. This was a different level though. Alex was in one of the worst moods Michael had ever seen him in that didn't result in a fight, instead it was all icy silence and irritated answers. Michael wasn't sure if it was because of his breakup with Forrest or if it was something else entirely. Maybe it was the fact that Michael was here at all.

He decided to keep quiet.

"You got me," Michael said, taking slightly bigger strides to keep up with Alex.

They were in a small town that served as a hub for a few even smaller towns that surrounded it. It had one small stretch of road with all the local businesses in it, a shabby hotel, a diner, and a farmer's market being the three biggest options. There were a couple others buildings, but Michael couldn't say what they were by just looking at them from the outside.

Alex seemed to know where he was headed though and he waltzed up to a building that was only identifiable by a sign that was meant to say CORRIE'S but was missing a few letters and said CORE instead. He pushed the door open and Michael followed. The inside had the heater blasting in a way that immediately smothered him, but he managed to keep his face even. It looked like a convenience store with only three rows of shelves in the middle. A sign at the back door read GAS PUMP IN BACK. Michael thought that was bad advertising.

"Hello," an older woman at the counter greeted. She seemed to be the only one here.

"Hey," Alex said, approaching her and turning on an easy smile. Logically Michael just knew he was being charming to get what he came here for. Illogically, it felt like Alex could be nice to everyone but him.

How many times could he tell himself to grow up?

"What can I help you two with?" she asked.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but this place is owned by someone who used to live in Fort Belknap?" Alex said, not even beating around the bush to charm her more. That was the only thing to convince him it wasn't just him.

The woman stared at him, face unchanging.

"Who's asking?"

"Holt," Alex said, smiling and tilting his head a little bit, "Carla Holt, to be more specific."

She breathed in and closed her eyes for a moment before opening them a few moments later.

"Their timing has always been impeccable," she said, gesturing towards a door behind her, "Come."

"Who's Carla Holt?" Michael whispered to him as they followed. Alex grabbed his arm and squeezed, nearly causing Michael to fully trip over air.

"Just follow my lead. Stay quiet," Alex explained quietly, "I'll tell you later."

And Michael did as he said.

"You must be the littlest Manes boy," the woman said as she led them into a little office. It was cluttered and didn't really seem like the top secret place Michael was imagining.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Corrie," she corrected, "I never did like the sound of ma'am."

"Alright," Alex said, laughing lightly even though didn't reach his eyes, "My mother told me the same thing."

"I bet so," Corrie said, digging through messy drawers of a desk. She sat down heavily into the beat up chair and started digging through a file cabinet. "I kept telling myself it'll eventually come and bite me in the ass, carrying secrets for someone I only hear from once every few years, but you never know what you're getting yourself into until after you're stuck."

"Yeah, I know how that feels," Alex sighed. Michael's eyes drifted to him. He avoided eye contact completely.

"I'll be honest, I wasn't expecting you. Your brother, maybe. Part of me expected your father to bust down my door more than anyone," she went on. Corrie pulled out a small box and opened it, looking in and making a face before closing it and tossing it over her shoulder.

"Guess I'm the sucker who agreed to clean up duty."

Corrie laughed.

Truly, Michael expected more danger and more difficulty. He expected a fight or at least tension. Instead, Alex and Corrie made small talk about their shitty affiliations while Corrie dug through decades worth of clutter. Eventually, she pulled out a box and opened it and took a deep breath. She closed it again before giving it to Alex and Alex didn't reopen it so Michael had no idea what was in it. All he knew was that it went into Alex's bag.

"Thank you "

"Keep it safe," Corrie said, "Keep yourself safe." Then for the first time her eyes drifted to Michael. "You too. There aren't many of you left."

It was hot in the building, but somehow Michael felt like he'd jumped in ice water.

"Thank you."

"Mhm. Now get the hell out of my store before somebody follows you."

"Of course. Thank you again," Alex said politely and then he did as she said, turning on his heel and walking away. Michael wanted to stay and ask more–if she knew what he was, maybe she knew things he didn't and they could get rid of Mr. Jones–but Michael simply followed Alex's lead.

"Alex," Michael said, nearly having to jog to keep up. Alex opened the door of the store and a blast of cold hit Michael in the face, colder than before due to the extreme warmth inside. It took him a moment to reboot his mind enough to finish what he was saying. "Alex, what's in the box?"

Alex managed to close his eyes and shake his head in disapproval without slowing his pace.

"Can you wait until we get to the hotel?" Alex asked, cold again. Michael nodded despite the fact Alex couldn't see him, deciding that a verbal answer probably would be annoying in itself.

The problem with silence was that it was a sure way to get Michael to spiral. He had discovered very recently that being alone when he wanted to be alone the most was the worst idea. Now, he didn't want to be alone as much as he wanted answers. Walking in silence down a street while wondering what was in Alex's bag, who Carla Holt was, why Alex was angry, etc, etc, etc, was only making his mind race.

By the time they stepped into the lobby of the hotel, Michael was sure that Alex had just borrowed a bomb from an old lady and he was going to explode himself and whoever Carla Holt was was going to hunt Michael down in revenge. He of course didn't say that. Instead, he tapped his foot as Alex requested a room with two queens and didn't realized that the worker snorted because he was assuming they were two queens until after they were already heading to the room.

"Should I go spit in his drink?" Michael asked when he realized.

"No," Alex said, "You'd probably make it taste too sweet."

Michael again found himself stumbling over nothing and he looked at Alex, wondering what the hell was he talking about. But it was the nicest thing he'd said to him the whole trip and Michael decided to take it very personally.

"You sayin' I'm sweet?" Michael asked, grinning. A smile pulled at Alex's mouth that he very quickly schooled, slowing as he came to their room.

"I'm saying your saliva, and probably your other bodily fluids, have a higher concentration of a glucose-like chemical," Alex said, "As proved by Kyle and Liz when we got drunk."

"You guys drunkenly tested our saliva's glucose levels?" Michael asked, laughing a little. Alex finally speaking to him made his brain stop wandering as much. Not completely–he was still wondering about that box–but enough.

"We were talking," Alex said, unlocking the door with the keycard, "And noticed we all thought you three tasted sweeter than other people we'd kissed and, well, you know. So we did some tests."

"That's... Interesting," Michael said, letting the door close behind them.

Alex walked over to the bed closest to the door and carefully sat his bag down. Michael watched him, staying near the door. He was still unsure about where they stood. He knew Alex cared about him and he knew Alex didn't hate him, but he was also still holding him at arm's length. And then there was that box. He didn't want to push.

But Michael wasn't known for his patience.

"Alex," Michael said, "What's in that box?"

Alex swallowed and looked up at him for a moment before patting the bed beside him. An invitation. One that made Michael's stomach drop and twist in 11 knots. But he walked closer, sitting beside Alex. Alex stared at him, his features slowly loosening up to betray his feelings. His eyebrows pulled together in that kind of worry that meant he felt like he was drowning, scrambling to pull himself to the surface and never able to get a good grip. Which would explain the coldness, he supposed.

"You know you can trust me, right? I'm... I'm working on not being so self-destructive, and, like, knowing I'm helping you out kinda helps when I feel shitty," Michael said. Alex huffed a small laugh and shook his head, dropping his chin to his chest for a moment. When he looked Michael in the eye again, he was back to being serious.

"I did something stupid," Alex said, softly like it was a secret, "I agreed to something without knowing what I was getting myself into. And I'm kind of stuck right now."

"Stuck? What do you mean stuck?" Michael said, following his lead and whispering.

"I'm figuring it out, alright? Don't worry. I'll tell you later," Alex said, reaching out to squeeze his arm before dropping it back to the bed, "And I checked before we even left that I wasn't bugged and I've kept my eye out to know that we aren't being followed. And my computer definitely isn't. We're good. They're tracking me, but only to the extent I'm letting them. It's okay."

"That doesn't sound okay," Michael said.

"Trust me like I trust you, alright?" He said. Michael reluctantly nodded. "I need you to hold something for me."

Michael blinked. "The box."

"Yeah."

"Who's Carla Holt?" Michael asked. Alex smiled softly

"It's not a who, it's a what. It's a code from my mom's side of things. She knows more about the alien shit than she let on," Alex sighed, "I didn't stand a fucking chance not being involved with this shit. My dad, my mom, you. So, you know, if you ever feel bad about that, it's my fucking destiny."

Michael swallowed and nodded, feeling more eager by the second to know what was in that box. Needed to keep hearing Alex say how fated they were to know each other. Needed Alex to touch his arm again and smile.

"Okay," Michael said, trying to stay in his own space, "So we're fated. Cosmic connection. Called it."

Alex broke into a wide smile, genuine and welcoming as he shoved Michael's shoulder gently. "Shut up."

"Show me," Michael said instead. Alex's smile faded just a little.

"Do me a favor and double check our surroundings," Alex said. Michael nodded and tilted his head, sending a chair to lodge itself under the doorknob and pressed the curtains tightly to the wall. His eyes slid closed as he did a mental sweep of the building, not noticing anything out of order. When he opened his eyes again, Alex seemed to be closer. "Thanks."

"Show me."

Alex sighed and nodded, hesitantly reaching into his bag and pulling out the box. It was clear now that it was made of really nice wood, intricate carvings covering it. Alex handled it with an extreme care that Corrie didn't have with it. His eyes flickered between the box and Michael a few dozen times before he hesitantly opened it and Michael leaned closer to see.

"It's just a ring," Michael said, almost disappointed. It looked like a normal, silver band that was old and unpolished after years of being tucked away.

"Not just a ring," Alex said, he kept his fingers very precise as he picked it up. Michael didn't miss the way it seemed to ripple at his touch.

"Something alien," Michael acknowledged.

"Something alien," Alex confirmed, "Most of the glass and even the rocks that you've had so far all seem to be crafted and at least heavily altered by your people to be as useful as they are. This... This was passed down as a pure substance that was mined and cut into a wedding band to mimic human customs." Alex looked at him. "It pre-dates your mother landing here, Michael."

Michael let out a shaky breath, eager and hungry for knowledge for the first time in a long time. He'd poured over Tripp's journal over and over, poured over Caulfield and Project Shepard records, all of it painful and sickening with an unhappy ending. And now there was something new– old –that might actually give him something more. Proof that aliens were here before his mother, proof that there was a reason they came to Earth of all places. More secrets he craved to uncover. He missed the feeling.

"It's powerful and, as far as I can tell, the last of it left. The rest was probably destroyed with your planet. But it's old and... and sentimental. One of the older women on the reservation told me the sentimentality powered it more. Because it's not just a ring that symbolizes love or a bond between two people, but it's a new start. Blending the past they chose to leave behind together with something new and different. Safer and secure. Together," Alex said. Michael swallowed, eyes unable to break away from Alex's. Alex cleared his throat and looked back down at it. "That's what she said anyway. There was probably two at one point, but I'm sure the other is lost to time."

"Yeah, okay. Okay," Michael said, agreeing without hesitation, "I'll take care of it and keep it safe."

He went to grab it, but Alex pulled it out of his reach.

"Michael," he said, "When I say it's powerful, I mean the moment you put it on, something's going to… happen."

Michael hadn't really intended to put it on, but it seemed Alex knew him well enough to know that eventually he would.

"What kind of something?"

"I don't know, Michael. I just know legend says it has unspeakable levels of power. So, please, be careful with it. I'd prefer you do it with someone around in case it overloads you or something," Alex said. Michael didn't point out what Isobel had before–he was the only one who didn't have a limit.

"Why not just put it on right now?" Michael said, "We're in the clear and you're here. Why not?"

Alex breathed in and out, staring at him with that same worried, downing look. Michael selfishly enjoyed it for a few moments–enjoying that he cared that much. So he smirked and held out his left hand, feeling confident.

"Go ahead, Alex. Put a ring on it," he said. A smile pulled at Alex's lips that he fought, but he relaxed his shoulders and grabbed Michael's hand with his empty one.

Alex's hand was warm. Michael was sort of obsessed with the feeling of it. Why hadn't they been holding hands this entire time?

"I'm right here, okay? So if you need me to take it off or if you feel like you're going to lose control, let me know. Try not to throw me," Alex said. Michael rolled his eyes.

"I don't give a shit how much power I have injected into me, I'm not going to hurt you," Michael said. Alex raised an eyebrow. "Physically. Come on now, cut me some slack."

"Maybe," Alex said, putting the ring closer. Michael could feel it now that it was millimeters away from his skin, the power of it overwhelming. And Michael was intrigued. "Ready?"

"Always."

Alex slid the ring onto his ring finger.

The wave of power hit him instantly and, before he could adjust, sent him into a mindscape. Or–he thought it was. The room was damp and dark, unwelcoming. Michael looked around for something, someone, but he was alone. It was crowded with things, though, inventions and technological structures. It looked like his own lair but significantly less familiar, less comforting.

“Michael?”

Michael turned towards the voice and saw Alex at the top of a ladder, staring down at him with a face that said he was doing everything to stay calm. He had red stains on his clothes. Michael stared at him, unsure what to do. Alex was down the ladder and centimeters away from him so quickly that it could only be achieved by him seeing something that wasn’t happening just yet.

“Are you okay?” Alex asked, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Michael said, instinctually, “Where are we? What is this place?”

Alex looked around the room, his face betraying his pain before he met Michael’s eyes again. Then his hand was on Michael’s cheek with a warm and grounding presence. Michael’s heart was about to burst out of his chest.

“My research,” he sighed, “Half of it’s destroyed anyway. Let’s go.” Michael didn’t really think that sounded right. This didn’t feel like Alex’s space. He’d been in enough of Alex’s spaces before to know what they felt like. This wasn’t it.

“Your research?” he said. Alex gave him a look and stroked his thumb over his cheekbone.

“I’ll tell you later.”

“Stop that,” Michael said, his voice sounding more irritated than he meant. He could feel the anger in his body, but he didn’t know the source. “Stop not telling me things. You keep doing that. You need to tell me.”

“You’re right,” Alex agreed, swallowing, “But we need to get out of here. I swear I’ll tell you once we get in the car. But we need to get out of here.”

“You promise you’ll tell me in the car?” Michael said. Alex nodded.

“I promise.”

They were upstairs just as fast as Alex had been downstairs. Michael saw blood. He turned his head to find the source, but Alex’s hand was back on his neck to stop him.

“Don’t look. Let’s just go to the car.”

“What, you tryna baby me?” Michael asked, “You know I’ve seen some shit.”

“Yeah, I know,” Alex said, still leading him towards the door as his thumb dug slightly into the muscle on his neck, “Doesn’t mean I have to show you more.”

Michael sucked in a breath and he was thrown back into his body, the power from the ring still thrumming through him and teasing a possible second surge. It was old and unused and desperate to stretch out some of it's pent up energy.

Alex was there, staring at him and holding onto him. He was so close, so real, and so was that memory that was just in the opposite direction. Michael stared at him, taking him in.

"What happened?" Alex asked, hands squeezing his biceps. His hand started to slide up, but stopped at his shoulder. "Hey, you with me?"

"Yeah," Michael said, "I'm okay."

"What happened?"

"I think, uh," Michael breathed, swallowing. His throat felt dry again. The heat of the hotel seemed to work with the heat inside him; he was on fire in the best way. "I got, like, That's So Raven'd."

Alex blinked a couple times, his thumb moving in slow circles against his collarbone not too far from where it’d been moments ago in his vision. Michael wanted to let his eyes roll back into his head and just sink into the bed with Alex beside him and let this undeniable strength course through him.

"You saw the future?" he said, "Like one of Maria's visions?"

"I think so," Michael confirmed, "Only… mine wasn't of something bad. I mean, not really, anyway."

"What was it?" Alex asked.

Michael licked his lips, studying Alex for a moment. The ring on his finger fit perfectly as if it was made for him. The power it gave settled nicely in him, pulsing and eager to be used just a little bit more, but in a childish, playful way. It wanted to stretch after too many years being cooped up.

"Hey, I'm going to try to see something else," Michael said. Alex's eyes went wide as saucers.

"What? Tell me what you saw the first time," Alex pressed, his hand shifting just enough to cup the side of his neck. Michael layered his hand over his, feeling bold and unperturbed. At some point, they were going to get there. He was sure of that more now than ever.

And he wanted to see more.

" Michael ," Alex said, but Michael closed his eyes and breathed in, letting the power in the ring take him somewhere else.

And he was somewhere else.

He was standing at the end of a driveway. He looked around and tried to grab some sort of identifier, but all he saw was a house behind him and then a school bus headed towards him. It stopped in front of him, a kid stepping off and running towards him with a backpack almost as big as she was.

"Daddy!" the kid yelled and Michael tried his damnedest to act like he was meant to be here as the little body slammed against his legs for a welcoming hug. "Is Dad home yet? Can you tell him to get ice cream? I think we need ice cream."

"Oh, you think we need it?" Michael asked, walking with the kid towards the house. It felt natural, oddly enough.

"Yes," the kid said simply, running towards the door. She threw it open and Michael laughed and jogged the rest of the way. He could hear her already telling a story about school and he was trying to stay close enough to follow.

He walked into a foyer, pictures lining the wall. Family portraits.

Him and Alex. The three of them.

When Michael came back to his senses, Alex was right there again and staring at him without faltering. The ring was still alive, but it was at a sated hum now that it had been used a few times. He wondered how it would feel doing something he understood. He couldn’t wait to try.

“Hey,” Alex said, soft and comforting as he welcomed his weight. The vision he had was definitely not what he was looking for, he wanted to know more about Alex’s research and why it all felt so wrong and where the hell they were, but the second one…

“Hi,” Michael said, breathing and his eyes drifting down to his lips. Michael had experienced a lot of urges to kiss Alex before. Somehow this felt more dire.

“Please don’t do that again,” Alex said, “Maybe we should take it off.”

Michael shook his head carefully, eyes scanning him, “No, it feels fine now. It just needed to be used after being in a little box for decades. It’s good. Feels good.”

“Okay,” Alex said, still clearly hesitant. His fingers played with the hair at the back of Michael’s neck. There were two beds, but Michael was trying to figure out how to convince him to share one. They could fit. They’d shared smaller. “What’d you see?”

Michael breathed deep, wanting to get closer. He kept his hands to himself no matter how much he wanted to touch. He was being good. To get to where those visions said he was headed, he had to be good. Good for himself and Alex.

“Tell me what’s going on,” Michael said softly, “What are you researching? Who are you working with?”

Alex blinked once, twice before dropping his hand off of Michael. Which definitely hurt, but the fact that Alex didn’t move away definitely helped.

“What did you see?” Alex asked again, more pressing, “I know you saw that I’m researching something.”

Michael shrugged. He technically did, but he didn’t see anything identifiable. He didn’t know what it was. He would like to. Then again, he’d always wanted to know everything about Alex Manes.

“I didn’t see what,” Michael said, “I just saw that someone’s going to fuck with it. I think. I don’t know, we were in this basement looking thing and it felt really off and, and not like you, but you said your stuff was in it. And you had blood on you and when we went upstairs, there was more blood. But you said not to look. I don’t know what you did or what happened, but, like, if you told me, maybe we can prevent it getting that extreme.”

Alex stared at him for a long moment.

“You saw that both times?” Alex asked softly. Michael hesitated before shaking his head. “What else did you see, then?”

“Um,” Michael breathed, trying to think of the right words to say, “Uh. I don’t think, um…”

“ Michael.”

“Family portraits,” he said carefully, figuring that was easier to start with than a whole person who called them dad, “Like, ours. Um. I know we don’t belong in suburbia, but I guess we fucking get it anyway.”

He laughed. It wasn’t funny, but it was easier to say it like it was a joke. Alex looked at him, face confused.

“Suburbia? Like. White picket fence kinda thing?” Alex asked. Michael took a slow breath.

“I, uh, I didn’t see a fence, I was too focused on the‒” he stopped, licking his lips. Michael rubbed his thumb over the ring. It seemed to purr at the attention. Michael couldn’t wait to get back home and see what he could really do.

“On the what?” Alex prodded, reaching out to rest his hand on his leg and reigniting the contact. It felt so good. Michael really liked when he was touchy, it was his favorite thing about Alex.

“Um,” Michael breathed, feeling drunk off the attention and the ring all at once. He thought about lying, maybe that they were babysitting because that was close enough, but he was so tired of lies and half-truths and I’ll-tell-you-laters. “On the kid.”

Alex froze for a moment, “The kid?”

“Yeah,” Michael said, shrugging softly, “I, uh, I guess she was ours. She was calling us dad. Do we have any water? My throat is super dry.”

“I… I don’t think you’re seeing the future then, I’m never having kids. Do you realize how awful of a parent I would be? Awful. Neglectful. That’s not… And after I clearly fucking hurt people?”

“Maybe not,” Michael said, not about to argue right now. He was too busy feeling good. Alex kept his hand on his knee. “But whatever it was, it was good.”

Alex stared at him, quiet and clearly thinking things through. Michael let him. It was easier to give him space and time now. He’d gotten better at it before his visions, but they solidified to him that they were on a good path. It felt like they were making good choices and taking good steps. This was just a part of it.

Alex eventually took a deep breath, looked him in the eye.

“I’m gonna tell you what I’m doing, but you have to promise you’re going to stay out of it and trust me,” Alex said, “You promise?”

“I promise.”

“And you’re gonna promise to be honest with me?” Alex said, “And stay safe. Like, seriously. Don’t be reckless just because. I know you.”

I know you.

“Yeah. I’m doing better now,” Michael said, stretching his hand out, “I am. But I’m… I’m tired of not doing shit together. Doing stuff separately always gets us in shitty situations, Alex, I wanna be a team. Can I be on your team?”

Alex swallowed and moved his hand up, tucking Michael’s hair behind his ear.

“Yeah. Be on my team. Let’s be a team,” Alex said. He shifted and Michael waited patiently, watching him. “Okay, so. Deep Sky. It’s… it’s got some good people, I think, but it’s overall fucked. I don’t trust anyone in there, but it’s where I’m doing my research. Sort of. So I’ll tell you.”

It almost felt too good to be true to hear, but he didn’t need the ring to know that Alex was being honest. It showed him anyway. Truthfulness radiated off of him in vibrant blues and whites. He didn’t even need to get in his mindscape to be sure of it. It was strange to feel like that was unnecessary, like his body didn’t need confirmation because it already knew. It didn’t feel like he was stepping off a ledge. He hoped Alex had the same confidence, wondered what would happen if he put the ring on him.

If Alex still felt like he was stepping off the ledge, he was going to be sure to catch every inch of him this time. No piece would hit the ground like all the times before.

He was going to make this work.

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

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