recent works!── ᝰ.ᐟ
⤷ ꪮ౿ ༅˚. houston, we have a problem !
CURRENTLY ╮
｡ reading .ᐟ ── a song to drown rivers!
｡ watching .ᐟ ── bridgerton season four!
｡ listening to .ᐟ ── kingdom come!
waiting for this war to be over ── ｡𖦹°‧
all credit to @aaazade for the formatting and inspo of this blog. credit to @cafekitsune and @omi-resources for the dividers used on this blog! minors, dni! feel for to ask any questions for message me for anything. no plagrism or reposting to any other site.
author note °⠀ i do not own any of these characters except my own. minors, please do not interact as this is mature content with dark and sexual themes. all of my characters are black women so please respect that as you read! all lowercase is intended in this writing.
⤷ 花.⨾ pairing : prince!gojo satoru x black!princess!reader
rating : 18+ again, no minor please!
warning : set in the 1810's in london so some misogynistic undertones ( not from toru ) , classism , satoru making a total fool of himself, heavy pining & yearning , a bit of angst , alternate universe , eventual smut . reader is slightly avoidant , story is heavily influenced by the twelve dancing princesses , super slow burn , reader is black , symbolism and themes of freedom
comments °⠀ hi guys!! i've been obessed with bridgerton season four and knew i had to pull something for my loves. comment down below if you would like to be on the taglist! also, what's y'all favorite bridgerton couple? this fic is for my kanthony bookies! make sure to like , comment , and repost to get the engagement flowing!
sypnosis ° what you would give for your father to be neglectful and forget about you, the seventh princess. your older sisters have all completed their binding ritual, no sorry, their marriage obligations, and you're next in line. in spite of your father's pursuit in finding you a gentleman of nobility to marriage, your tale begins in the heart of london after attending the grand hunt.
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode one : escape the bird cage
prince satoru gojo is an absolute moron. a simpleton that jests with the likes of your sister's husband, duke geto suguru , the biggest rake in society turned puppy. and yet when he offers his hand for you to accept , there's a heavy weight of hesitation to reject it.
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode two : the fawn and the foe
coming to you soon!
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode three : running the rumor mill
coming to you soon!
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode four : midas touch
coming to you soon!
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode five : the sound of your name
coming to you soon!
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode six : taming the shrew
coming to you soon!
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode seven : the game of love and war
coming to you soon!
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode eight : all you have to do is say yes
coming to you soon!
more of the series °
coming to you soon!
all work belongs to to @aaazade please do not copy, translate without permission, or post my work! let me know if anyone would like to be apart of my taglist as i post each episode. credit to @cafekitsune , @omi-resources , and @cursed-carmine for the dividers used on this blog! minors, dni! feel for to ask any questions for message me for anything. no plagrism or reposting to any other site.
author note °⠀ i do not own any of these characters except my own. minors, please do not interact as this is mature content with dark and sexual themes. all of my characters are black women so please respect that as you read! all lowercase is intended in this writing.
⤷ 花.⨾ pairing : prince!gojo satoru x black!princess!reader
rating : 18+ again, no minor please!
warning : set in the 1810's in london so some misogynistic undertones ( not from toru ) , classism , satoru making a total fool of himself, heavy pining & yearning , a bit of angst , alternate universe , eventual smut . reader is slightly avoidant , story is heavily influenced by the twelve dancing princesses , super slow burn , reader is black , symbolism and themes of freedom
comments °⠀ hi guys!! i've been obessed with bridgerton season four and knew i had to pull something for my loves. comment down below if you would like to be on the taglist! also, what's y'all favorite bridgerton couple? this fic is for my kanthony bookies! make sure to like , comment , and repost to get the engagement flowing!
sypnosis ° what you would give for your father to be neglectful and forget about you, the seventh princess. your older sisters have all completed their binding ritual, no sorry, their marriage obligations, and you're next in line. in spite of your father's pursuit in finding you a gentleman of nobility to marriage, your tale begins in the heart of london after attending the grand hunt.
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode one : escape the bird cage
prince satoru gojo is an absolute moron. a simpleton that jests with the likes of your sister's husband, duke geto suguru , the biggest rake in society turned puppy. and yet when he offers his hand for you to accept , there's a heavy weight of hesitation to reject it.
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode two : the fawn and the foe
coming to you soon!
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode three : running the rumor mill
coming to you soon!
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode four : midas touch
coming to you soon!
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode five : the sound of your name
coming to you soon!
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode six : taming the shrew
coming to you soon!
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode seven : the game of love and war
coming to you soon!
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode eight : all you have to do is say yes
coming to you soon!
more of the series °
coming to you soon!
all work belongs to to @aaazade please do not copy, translate without permission, or post my work! let me know if anyone would like to be apart of my taglist as i post each episode. credit to @cafekitsune , @omi-resources , and @cursed-carmine for the dividers used on this blog! minors, dni! feel for to ask any questions for message me for anything. no plagrism or reposting to any other site.
author note °⠀ i do not own any of these characters except my own. minors, please do not interact as this is mature content with dark and sexual themes. all of my characters are black women so please respect that as you read! all lowercase is intended in this writing.
⤷ 花.⨾ pairing : prince!gojo satoru x black!princess!reader
rating : 18+ again, no minor please!
warning : set in the 1810's in london so some misogynistic undertones ( not from toru ) , classism , satoru making a total fool of himself, heavy pining & yearning , a bit of angst , alternate universe , eventual smut . reader is slightly avoidant , story is heavily influenced by the twelve dancing princesses , super slow burn , reader is black , symbolism and themes of freedom
comments °⠀ hi guys!! i've been obessed with bridgerton season four and knew i had to pull something for my loves. comment down below if you would like to be on the taglist! also, what's y'all favorite bridgerton couple? this fic is for my kanthony bookies! make sure to like , comment , and repost to get the engagement flowing!
sypnosis ° what you would give for your father to be neglectful and forget about you, the seventh princess. your older sisters have all completed their binding ritual, no sorry, their marriage obligations, and you're next in line. in spite of your father's pursuit in finding you a gentleman of nobility to marriage, your tale begins in the heart of london after attending the grand hunt.
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode one : escape the bird cage
prince satoru gojo is an absolute moron. a simpleton that jests with the likes of your sister's husband, duke geto suguru , the biggest rake in society turned puppy. and yet when he offers his hand for you to accept , there's a heavy weight of hesitation to reject it.
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode two : the fawn and the foe
coming to you soon!
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode three : running the rumor mill
coming to you soon!
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode four : midas touch
coming to you soon!
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode five : the sound of your name
coming to you soon!
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode six : taming the shrew
coming to you soon!
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode seven : the game of love and war
coming to you soon!
ㅤ𓄹𓈒 ─── episode eight : all you have to do is say yes
coming to you soon!
more of the series °
coming to you soon!
all work belongs to to @aaazade please do not copy, translate without permission, or post my work! let me know if anyone would like to be apart of my taglist as i post each episode. credit to @cafekitsune , @omi-resources , and @cursed-carmine for the dividers used on this blog! minors, dni! feel for to ask any questions for message me for anything. no plagrism or reposting to any other site.
bridgerton au! ㅤ𝄒ㅤ (also inspired by pride & prejudice and twelve dancing princesses)
──────⠀❝⠀(three) words. that's it.
three words is all you dare to say and
nothing vast or grand could stop me
from searching the corners of the earth
from you.
all credit to @aaazade for the formatting and inspo of this blog.all credit to @aaazade for the formatting and inspo of this blog. credit to @cafekitsune and @omi-resources for the dividers used on this blog! minors, dni! feel for to ask any questions for message me for anything. no plagrism or reposting to any other site.
LIKE SPECKS OF SUNLIGHT IN THE EARLY MORN. ( p. a.)
portgas d. ace & marine!fem!reader.
cw ━━ ! minors, ageless and blank blogs DO NOT INTERACT. reader is written / portrayed as a black woman but you do not have to imagine it as such! everyone is welcome to read <3 reader wears glasses, and is a marine stationed on an unnamed island at a base along the grand line. ‘lazy morning’ / ‘morning after’ kind of vibes so, a bit of pillow talk (?) . references to smut & making love (it already happened). contains some angst & angsty themes throughout (i.e., ace dealing with his self esteem issues, low self worth, etc..) otherwise it’s supposed to be fluffy ( the quiet, somber kind i think ) ! descriptions of kissing & borderline making out. ace is kind of lovesick and clingy but it’s subtle-ish. lots of introspection and reflection on both him and the reader’s part. kind of based on mitski's "my love, mine all mine", definitely had that song on repeat as i wrote this. romantic and deeply poetic rhetoric but y’all already know that’s just how i write lol. told from omniscient point of view (third person). proofread this as i was feeling sleepy, so please excuse any mistakes or things that don’t make sense!
word count ━━ ! 3.9k
notes ━━ ! guess who's baaaaack.....! i know it's been a while since i have published any original work and i want to apologize for that. lately it's been difficult finding the energy to write something for more than five minutes and honestly, i think i just need to rediscover what drives me so i can tap into the zone more often. i missed it though, and hope i get to write more this year <3 anyway, first fic of 2025 and it feels right to make it about second commander of the whitebeard pirates, portgas d. ace. this fic is my late birthday 'gift' to him and something of a love letter because ohhhhh i miss my pookie bear so much :(( this entire idea started as just me thinking about kissing each of his freckles because i have the personal hc that he doesn't really like them, the reason for it is inherently tied to his distaste for his father and by extension himself :/ and then it just turned into this lmao. i hope ace doesn't behave too out of character here, as this is also my first time writing for him in any context, so pls be gentle with me. REBLOBS + COMMENTARY ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED.
IT WAS NOT THE LIGHT chirping of small birds that awoke you, nor was it the ringing of your biological clock telling you that the dawn was near. Instead it was a familiar tugging sensation within the pit of your stomach— the need to relieve yourself— that caused your eyes to peel themselves back slowly and with struggle, slumber from the previous night hasn’t been completely washed away yet.
It took your brain several more moments to dust off enough of its sleepy exhaustion before you attempted to sit up from your comfortable position in bed, but were immediately met with some light resistance.
The resistance in question was a long, muscled arm thrown around your soft torso, blackened ink of a tattoo staining the skin on its bicep. It was still too dark and you were still too tired to make out the sharp angles of the marking, but you knew what they were; your eyes have gazed upon it more times than you could count, and it has made a home in your memory.
That’s when your ears registered the rhythmic and almost nasal snores that flowed from the mouth of the man who held you so securely against his chest, and you almost smiled at how completely at ease and relaxed he seemed.
At times like this, when things were still or you had a moment to yourself, you still could not wrap your head around the fact that you had gotten yourself involved with Portgas D. Ace— willingly at that.
The first time was a fluke at best. That’s the excuse you were going to go with. You didn’t realize he was a pirate— an infamous pirate with hundreds of millions of Beri to his name— until your clothes were already halfway off and you were feverishly grinding down onto his lap like some touch-starved whore who’s been aching to feel something. That ‘fluke’ was one spurred on by alcohol, a particularly rough week at sea, and a sizable lapse in judgment, but you hadn’t felt that…… alive in a long time. But now, two years have passed since you have been seeing Ace in secret like this, and you have long since given up blaming it on a fragile emotional constitution further weakened by alcohol. You knew good and well what you were doing, and you could no longer deny the way your heart was constantly set aflutter whenever you spent any amount of time with him.
You did try your hardest to not let yourself enjoy how … domestic it all seemed: waking up next to him in the morning and falling asleep entangled with each other at night, having him hide out at your cozy apartment for days at a time, cooking him meals when you were relieved of your duties for the day. You wouldn’t— shouldn’t let yourself enjoy such content thoughts too much, because you also knew it could all be over in the blink of an eye. The world could be cruel that way if it wanted to.
But still, that didn’t mean you couldn’t be grateful for these moments. From what you could tell, Ace seemed to enjoy this arrangement as much as you did. And for now, that was enough.
Lightly wrapping your fingers around his wrist, you carefully lifted his arm from around you, moving slow so you wouldn’t wake him up. Once you’ve successfully loosened his hold, you sat upright, a muted ache shooting through your lower body as you shifted around to stand. The ache mostly resided in between your legs, and a flood of memories from just hours ago rushed over you at once, causing a tingling warmth to bloom underneath your skin. Ace had poured so much into you, it never failed to leave you equal parts stunned and breathless when you witnessed his passion overflow from the brim of his being. His hands, calloused palms that always ran hot, had been everywhere— your body could still feel the heat of where they had laid, caressed, groped, smacked, and squeezed. And you involuntarily jolted as you recalled where his fingers and lips had been, how it felt to be pressed so closely against him as he simultaneously took you apart.
After another moment of being lost in your own reverie, you pulled yourself out of it and filed those memories away in a separate corner of your mind, so that you may more fully indulge in them later. As you carefully removed the blankets and climbed over the sleeping pirate, one bare foot had hardly hit the cool wooden floor before a hand wrapped itself around your wrist.
A quiet grumbling noise vibrated from behind Ace’s lips, his eyes remained closed as he spoke, indicative that he was barely awake. “Wh…where y’goin’....?” His words were slurred and thick with sleep, his deep voice reaching the depths of your being to spark something to life in the pit of your belly. But you promptly ignored it for now.
“To the bathroom, I gotta pee.”
He replied with another mumbling sort of noise, presumably one of acknowledgment or begrudging acquiescence— you couldn’t be sure. “M’kay, just . . . hurry back t’bed, will ya? M’cold.”
You found amusement in the inherent irony of his claim that he was ‘cold’ when he always ran a little warmer than most— not to mention his devil fruit powers— but also in the fact that despite his urging you to take care of your business swiftly, he hasn't released his hold on your wrist yet. In fact, he tugged you a little closer to him, as if he was trying to pull you back into bed.
A small smile began to curl at the corners of your lips as you moved to manually pry his fingers from your arm so you can make your way out of the bedroom and down the hall.
For the next several minutes, Ace was left alone.
He stirred in his partially-awake state as he made himself comfortable again in bed, but one eye managed to pry itself open by a few millimeters. It was unfortunate he was roused from his deep sleep, but he was sure he’d doze off again soon enough.
From what he could see, the room was still dark for the most part, his surroundings washed in a rich, navy blue color, a telltale sign that the sun would rise within the next hour or so. Aside from the faint rustling coming from the bathroom, the air was occupied by a serene silence, meaning his innermost thoughts became that much more perceptible to his mind’s ear.
Sometimes, a part of Ace felt like fate had shined upon him— just a little, just this once— when his mind mulled over his…unique relationship with you, and all the events that led up to this exact moment. He too understood the implications of seeing you like this, but he couldn’t find it within himself to let go and move on. There was just…something about you, something special.
Even now, he still couldn’t quite understand why you were taking such a big risk and basically throwing your life away by getting comfortable with a pirate like him. The both of you came from two different worlds, the morals embedded within those worlds constantly pitted you against each other.
But you willingly ignored them, and so did he.
Perhaps that was the ‘special’ quality about you and this relationship that he still struggled to articulate, how pure and genuine it all felt— how you were. Either way, he was grateful that he wasn’t the only one being a little selfish. And every now and again, Ace might silently thank the universe for allowing him this one thing, even though he hasn’t, and probably never will do anything, to deserve it.
The increasing volume of footsteps pulled Ace from his thoughts, and soon enough you reappeared in the doorway, making your way back to bed– back home in Ace’s arms.
Your lips parted in a yawn, putting your hand over your mouth to muffle the sound, before carefully climbing over the taller man to reclaim your spot next to him. Ace wasted no time encasing you against him once more, one arm laid lazily across your stomach and the other resting under your neck, acting somewhat as a pillow of sorts.
“...took too long,” the pirate muttered under his breath, the low, vibrating sound of his voice so close to your ear did nothing for your fiercely pulsating heart. It was the only organ in your entire body that seemed to be fully awake right now.
“I wasn’t even gone for that long, ya big baby. Prob’ly less than five minutes.” A soft sigh punctuated your reply, snuggling more into the toned front of Ace’s chest and abdomen as he adjusted the thick blankets over both of your bodies. The covers, as well as the gentle warmth radiating from his exposed skin, provided a steady stream of heat that battled against the crisp morning air, both sensations nearly enough to lull you back to sleep. You enthusiastically pushed aside the fact that you had to get up again in two and a half hours for your shift to patrol around the city.
“Shuddup, let’s go to sleep.” Ace grumbled, pulling you even closer to him so that very little space existed between both of you, and nearly nuzzling his face in the bonnet you wore on your head. A soundless chuckle rumbled within your chest, finding his sleepy and almost pouty tone both amusing and adorable.
However, despite his own request, and the fact that his own eyes were barely open, Ace was finding it difficult to once more quiet his thoughts enough to drift back to sleep. They were still a bit too loud and knocked against his skull too much.
Such thoughts only seemed to intensify when both of his eyes managed to peel themselves open this time in order to observe your form next to him. From what he could see based on where he laid, Ace silently took note of how tranquil your expression was as your breathing began to even out, how long your eyelashes actually were without your glasses obscuring them, and the small birthmark on your cheek that he developed a habit of kissing. His dark eyes roamed across every inch of your face, and he relished in the soft flesh of your stomach underneath his fingertips, giving it a feather-light squeeze every now and again.
You were here with him— in this bed, hardly wearing anything at all, and practically clinging to the arm wrapped around your abdomen— bound together with a kiss on that fateful night two years ago. You wanted to be here, he knew that. So why was it he still had to wrestle with the phantoms of doubt in the darker sectors of his mind? Why did they haunt him so, and prevent him from just plainly accepting this for what it is? Accept that it was okay to indulge, okay to claim this one thing as his and his alone? He didn’t even claim his own father, but this— you? Oh, how he wanted to be greedy, he yearned for it. But something in him, some dark, caustic, unforgiving thing, made him feel like he shouldn’t.
But didn’t he deserve something nice too? Something that wasn’t, or could no longer be tainted by the wicked and unloving world they were born into?
Ace knew that you cared for him— quite a lot, more than you should. There was a four letter word he might have used to label the way in which you cared about him, and he about you, but he dare not say it. He dared not say it in fear that the universe would snatch it away the moment it left his lips, and reveal that it was only playing a heartless joke on him.
“Hey. Are you… okay? Okay with this, I mean.” The words left his lips without putting a real thought behind them, for his mind was preoccupied with trying to keep itself afloat above the sea of negative ones that tried to carry him off to a place he did not want to visit.
Your left eye opened, then your right, as if opening them would help you better process his sudden question. Your brows furrowed next, digging deeper into your forehead in order to figure out the hidden meaning behind his words— or if there was one to begin with. “I…this position is fine, and I’m comfortable. Unless you want to be closer to the window?” You replied with your own question, uncertainty of what he was asking about thick in your tone. And judging by the way his arm tightened around you by a fraction and the nearly inaudible sigh that left his lips, it became clear that’s not what he was truly asking.
“No, I meant…are you okay with us?” Ace’s already husky voice quieted even more, nearly tapering off into a whisper. But he was pressed close enough to you that you were still able to hear him loud and clear. Something about the way he phrased his question rang a silent alarm in your head, indicating that the forthcoming conversation was going to take a more solemn turn.
With that in mind you shifted in his arms, turning around so that you were now facing Ace directly, still so close that the tips of your noses nearly touched each other. His hold on you readjusted as a result, the tattooed arm once more staking its claim on your waist and effectively trapping you against his front. His sable tresses fell unceremoniously across his face, a few strands nearly covering one of his eyes. Your fingers didn’t miss the opportunity to brush them away.
“Yes.” Your reply was simple, and you thought it important to make that clear first because something, an emotion you were unable to categorize, flickered in his still-hooded eyes. And something about it worried you. “I am more than okay with us. There isn’t another person I’d rather be with right now.” The fingers lingering on his skin suddenly became your entire palm, as you were now cupping the side of his face.
Ace burned even warmer here compared to the rest of his body, and you found physical comfort in the sensation. His skin seemed to ignite under your touch despite his sleepiness, and the dark-haired pirate was internally grateful that it was still quite dark in your room, so you were unable to see the light flush that was beginning to form underneath his freckled cheeks.
“Why are you asking?” Your inquiry was as tender as your touch, and it made his chest ache.
It took Ace several seconds to search for his next words and arrange them in a sentence, for your straightforward reply admittedly caught him off-guard. Now he was unsure if there was a need to continue at all.
But the specters of doubt were ever persistent.
“I just…” The words faded away on his tongue before he could say them and instead, your response rang loud in his head.
‘There isn’t another person I’d rather be with right now’.
Did you mean that? Have you always felt that way? Did you just happen to say that because he asked a question, because somehow you knew that’s what something in his soul wanted to hear?
And then, Ace found his words again. “You can do better, you know.” His voice turned more gruff, rough around the edges, as if he had to forcefully tug those words from the back of his throat. As if it hurt to say that. “You could, if you wanted. You’re gorgeous. Intelligent, resourceful. You have a respectable career, and you can cook damn good.”
You released a soft chuckle at that last part, finding it comical how he always found a way to talk about how good your food was. But whatever uptick on your lips faded as soon as it came once Ace parted his lips to speak again.
“You don’t have to spend your time, money, or energy on someone like me. You didn’t have to spread those pretty legs of yours for me, either. Didn’t have to let me stay here whenever I come to town. You didn’t even have to let me sleep in this bed so close to you.”
He paused, the muscles laying against and wrapped around you tensed briefly, his eyelashes met the apples of his cheeks when he allowed his eyes to close for a moment. When he opened them again, he found it harder to look at you— if he did, he might crumble away. “You could do better than a pirate like me, who has nothing going for himself except for instability, anger and…and hate. So, why?”
The next words reverberated in the air without Ace even having to say them. Why choose me? Why risk all of that for me?
Similarly, something throbbed uncomfortably within your chest as you listened to him speak, even after he finished and silence descended upon the both of you.
You could only wonder where this line of questioning originated from. It was uncharacteristic of Ace to voice thoughts of this nature, even more so when there was no prior word or action to lure them forward. You continued to observe him in the quiet, not even realizing that you had been softly caressing his cheek all this while until your hand came to a halt.
Why? Why were you with Ace, entangled in every sense of the word and jeopardizing the life you’ve built for yourself for his sake? The answer seemed so simple, but not as much now that you had to consciously think about it; you somehow struggled to put it into words.
Ace was like the rays of sunlight that peeked through heavy drapes in the early morning— much like they would soon be in a few hours— or like the flickering flames of a small fire that offered you solace on an unkind wintery night. He was warm and intense, but mellow and tender at the same time, in his own way. He offered you comfort when you needed it, stirred up something in you when you wanted it, brightened your life when you didn’t even realize how dull and monochrome it was. Ace was…
“Allow me to offer a question of my own. Why are you taking an equally significant, if not greater risk, just to curl up in my bed with me? Why come back so often to this town, risking capture, if only to hold me close, eat the food I make, and to make love to me?”
Your inquiries seemed to tug you forward, motivating you to scoot a little closer to Ace so that there was hardly even an iota of space existing in between your faces. His breath hitched quietly in his chest at that, more so when you leaned forward and simply placed your lips on his cheek, right on top of the dozens of prominent and faded freckles that resided there. Something about the gesture felt intentional— like you did not kiss his face, but the light specks on top of it. And thinking about it like that made his taut chest twinge again in a manner he could not describe right now.
Your breaths against his flesh were soft and leveled, and successfully fanned the flames of an even pinker flush to blossom across his visage.
He struggled to give you a coherent answer to your questions because his inner thoughts seemed to reset every time your plush lips came in contact with his face— all gentle like he would break if you applied too much pressure. He never associated that word with himself before, nor had anyone else in his entire life.
So why did he do it? Why did he do any of it? Why was he so attached to you, to your existence, your presence, and everything that reminded him of you?
Ace knew the answer.
He fears he’s known it for some time now.
But would it be right— would it be okay to label it with the word that was sitting on his tongue? Did he truly have the capacity to bear the weight of it? Would this blissful reality he found himself nestled in start to unravel the moment he said it? Would the universe truly let him have this one thing to himself, forever?
A feathery, open-mouthed kiss from you onto his nose cut off his thoughts, but confirmed his answer.
A bleary sort of smile, edges softened by his affection for you, tugged the corners of Ace’s mouth upwards. The hand that encased your waist traveled further downwards to take the meat of your thigh in its grasp, and toss it over his own hips. He had slung your leg over himself in an attempt to hold your bodies inexplicably closer, the feeling of his fingers gliding lazily across your exposed skin caused your pulse to quicken.
“I understand. Thank you.”
Within another second or two, his mouth eventually met with yours. His lips and yours seamlessly molded together, like they were two carved parts of the same whole. It was a slow, saccharine thing, ultimately leading your fingertips to slide back and thread themselves through his dark locks, and the calloused, hot palm on your thigh to grip the area ever tighter— as if you’d evaporate if he didn’t do so.
Ace loved you— was in love with you. His heart thrummed against his chest when he tossed that fact around in his head, gradually accepting it to be true as he steadily deepened the kiss.
He murmured those three words into your mouth after languidly coaxing it open with his tongue so the wet muscle could slither inside and make a home there. It was barely intelligible, but somehow you knew what he’d said. Such a declaration was only reserved for you, so of course you recognized it. Ace didn’t even want the words to linger in the air, lest the universe heard what he had said. He still thanked it though, grateful to whatever deities thrusted you into his path that night so that he could have this moment with you, and build similar ones like this hereafter.
You reciprocated it, quietly sighing the words back into him and he eagerly swallowed them up, giving your thigh an affectionate squeeze in response.
Briefly, you pulled back, but only by a millimeter— not wanting the cold air of the early morning to catch you yet— and your palm ended up on Ace’s jaw. The pad of your thumb brushed over the sheet of freckles with no particular pattern or rhythm, and you absently thought about how they might be your favorite feature on his entire body. As if to emphasize this point, you pressed a lingering kiss onto its surface again, and for a moment, Ace thought he might shut down. He simply could not comprehend the loving nature behind such a simple act, or why it affected him so; all he could do was offer a small, fond grin.
Time still marched forward, but it graciously allowed the pair of lovers to bask in each other for a little while longer. The sky’s hue would slowly shift from a deep navy blue to a slightly brighter one, causing the dimness of the room to inch back into its corners for the day. The sunlight would soon come.
AUTHOR'S NOTE : i do not own any of these characters except my own. minors, please do not interact as this is mature content with dark and sexual themes. all of my characters are black women so please respect that as you read! all lowercase is intended in this writing. ( i love choso's eyebags, please don't kill me when y'all read this). i'm so grateful for all the love on my last post!
PAIRING: rockstar!sukuna x tourmanager!blackreader
RATING: 18+, again mdni
WARNINGS: yandere-ish moments, rock band, reader is black, usage of being held hostage, dírty talk, vampire!sukuna, dubcon, biting, drinking blood, slowburn, eventual smut, sort of angsty, stalker!sukuna, set in mostly southern cities, attempted mind control, secret society, royalty, masked men, usage of foul language, fire usage, sleep watching, sukuna's pov
𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: when tour manager!reader gets sucked into the rock world after big time group ‘dark curse’ seeks her out to plan and arrange their tour in the us. heinous secrets unfold about the group as she gets closer to the pink haired lead singer in the ‘bone demon’ mask. does she run for the hills or does she play cat and mouse? find out in "houston, we have a problem!"
check out the rest of the series here!
“cheers!”
sloshes of maltreated liquor stung the back of his throat with vigor. it was appalling how humans deserted their thinking and ration for a few moments of daze and desire. small murmurs of chatter follow the background’s ambience, the team’s dinner party going slower than he imagined. truth to be told, he would be on the tour bus devouring a long awaited meal if you were knee to knee, pressing up against his arm to make room for the others at the table.
ryomen’s eyes cut to your hazy, relaxed figure. slouching against the padded oak wood chair, you were currently in a heated debate with your sister about… well actually he didn’t quite pick up what it was about.
no, ryomen was occupied being fixated on the curves and dips of your plush duo-colored lips, the way your eyes glowed with a soft brilliance at the suggestions of greasy foods and delights, how your ringlets of your curls fell pass the juncture of your clavicle and shoulder down to brush against your waist.
how dare you enchant him? make him feel as if he has an obligation to be in your orbit, an obligation to admire you as if you aren’t human like the rest of them.
pathetic.
if this damn bind didn’t constrain him, the easiest option would be to drain you and leave your body by some unknown murky riverside in the depths of a foreboding cathedral of towering greenery.
he sneers instead, choosing the route most comparable to an insolent pubescent teen.
one long, slender finger prods the seam at your waist of your wine red dress, your rambling coming to a halt. your eyes flaring at the growing lift at the corners of his mouth.
“fuck do you want, sukuna?” your eyebrows furrowed together, a cute little pout settling on your plush lips.
just as threatening as a baby tiger trying to show off their claws.
shit, he felt his blood rushing south like some measly fucking loser who hasn’t seen the touch of a woman in his life. all because you batted your lashes and spoke to him.
again, pathetic.
you had ignored him all night, opting to throw shots back and participating in team building strategies and other useless parlors. he was no fool, your scent usually stood akin to the smell of a fresh waterfall drifting into a pool of something floral. maybe water lilies? even roses. but now, it’s laced with the burning embers of something sweet. honey.
arousal. he was sure of it.
even now, flushed together as everyone else had risen up to find the dance floor, your eyes showed your true hues of emotions. red, yellow, pinks-
“would you fight me if i said you..?” your nose scrunched up in disgust, pushing the planes of his chest to seek out your sister.
guess it was time to go, huh?
“ugh, shut the fuck up! i’m leaving-” he couldn’t take you seriously with you stumbling and hiccuping your way down the steps, entering into the sea of people below.
and as much as he would love to sit and grovel, his heart felt like it was breaking at its enclosure at the sight of your growing distance with him.
he groaned, taking after you with long strides. his heavy footsteps followed behind the nimble wobble of yours, grasping at your wrist.
“look just-”
“no!” you whipped around shoving a manicured nail in the brunt of his chest. “i know there’s something-.... something that lurks in the shadows with you. i’m no fool, so stay away from m- mmph!”
smart girl. he’ll give you your credit. at least you have some survival instincts and wit about you. not only that, but you had the gall to stand your ground against him, huh?
a dark sneer rippled from his tongue, the kind of laugh that made the air thick and heavy. a heavy hand came up to cup your jaw.
your drunken fury simmered right back down to the tender laps of waves.
those treacherous pulses of heat ate at his control. eating at his will to not to take you into the back of some shitty storage room and show you the purge of darkness you think he hides.
not yet, you need more time.
ryomen tipped his head back to find some semblance of control, wielding the hunger and lust to draw back.
fucking woman, you driving him insane like this must be some sort of sorcery.
“go sit your ass down, now. your sister is fucking fine with those two freaks. ” he commanded, meeting the gaze in your eyes. your stance never wavered, the fire in your eyes refusing to be snuffed out.
yet, you ended up with your ass in a chair.
better than that, before he hung up the phone call to his personal driver, your eyes fluttered shut. the music thrumming in the background lulled you to fall asleep all less than five minutes. your head couldn’t hold it’s weight in your unconscious state, tilting until he had to clasp his hand to your forehead to catch it before it thudded against the table. opting to just sling you in his arms princess style, his boots began the journey, hitting the gravel outside of the building.
the city hummed its gentle tune in the background of the car, each passing street light catching the planes and dips that make the features on your face stand out. your lashes fluttered on the tops of your cheek with every inhale you take, chest rising in miniscule measurements. he felt a desperate urge to swallow you in his grip and hold you tight against his icy skin.
when the car rolled to a stop, ryomen cradled you in his arms once again, stepping into the shadows as a cloud of crimson swirled around the both of them, only dispersing seconds after in the middle of your hotel room like the parting of a fog.
his slender palm caressed your temple, the ice-kissed temperature of his lips pressing a sweet kiss there as he lowered you into the soft cushion of your sheets, his parting goodbye.
with another unnecessary breath, he rose up, striding over to pull the balcony door open.
“goodnight, my little tiger. you put up a good fight today.”
he slipped in the chilled gust of darkness, scarlet eyes lazily observing his surroundings as he appeared again across the street under a pole light. he could see you from his view below, from the tiny flickers of emotion in your expression as you dream dotingly to the soft twitch in your balled up fist uncurling as though you were reaching out from someone. for him.
“here, take it old fart.”
the younger ones these days are so disrespectful.
ryomen tilted his head over his shoulder to meet choso’s bored, chestnut irises ringed with that familiar, awful looking purple bags. pastel pink strands wisped away as he ran his hands through the base of his scalp.
“brat…” he grumbled, snatching the damn stick away in sheer pettiness.
there was an understanding of silence for a second, before choso huffed out a cloud of smoke.
“are you ever going to tell her? she’ll find out sooner than later, y’know.” he stated, rolling his eyes at ryomen’s antics as the second cloud of smoke filled the ice chilled air around them.
“i know that-” he growled. “i’d promptly advise you to shut the fuck up. i didn’t bother you when you were a pathetic loser for your wife.”
but despite the intensity of emotion behind his voice, choso simply shrugged his leather clad shoulders, taking his long strides away from from the 6’3 man. as he departed ryomen was so sure he hear that fucker grumble under his breath.
“at least i don’t have to stalk my wife like some old ass creep. wait until hayden finds you ‘edward-ing’ her sister.”
to fucking hell with that brat, the duo freaks, and their bonded. even if she is your sister, nobody will stop him from making you his.
conjuring forth a spark that gradually speared into a large crimson hue of a flame in his hand, he seeks you out till the sun bleeds a path of light through your balcony and wakes you to the day’s journey.
and when the sun sets and your mind drifts off into a careless realm of dreams… there he is again.
watching. waiting. protecting. yearning.
the usual humid heat of atlanta had simmered down into a drizzle calm. the streets were quite muted and lackluster from its usual loud blares of horns and activity. shades of greys and browns muddles its unique colors into a foggy storm. inside, the light flooded the room into a dim shade adjusting to the small quantity of natural rays from outside.
ryomen preferred this weather, something dreary. the type of weather that you could slip and disappear into the shadows and no one would bat an eye. the tapping rhythm of the rain dripped down the windows, capturing the spark of each flash with it.
“okay, everyone big smiles! one, two, three.”
his expression didn’t change much, of course. with each click next to a fan, ryomen stood tall, only a hint of impish tilt to the corner of his lips.
you stood maybe a good twenty feet away, your sister conducting the line to know that each individual gets enough time. your makeup was all done up, rocking a new hairstyle as you took long, away shots for promo.
he didn’t understand the schematics of it, but today it was a honey blonde, fading into a lighter shade of platinum around your waist.
a tinge of possessiveness curled around his ribcage.
‘pink would look better on you.’ he settled, a needy image rampaging through the cornered angles of his mind about how fucking gorgeous you would look splayed out on his onyx sheets with matching pale pink-
“okay, sukuna. one last picture.”
he slouched, forgetting to keep up with what’s natural to humans and what’s seen as… eerie, abnormal.
appearances, he supposes.
if not for shitty rules and customs he once was a part of, drakari traditions would have no substance on his life.
the last fan staggered on the podium taking the center of the group. he smelt… something pungent radiating from the male, face covered with a black mask.
but his eyes.. they were beady. like the life was sucked out from him, leaving only the remains of an outer shell.
“i remember something..” the man’s voice croaked alive, fingers shaky as they traveled to the edge of his facial mask.
“i remember.. that day that our village burned… so much smoke that the surrounding villages couldn’t see what really happened. what you really did-”
“alright guys! three-”
“is that right?” ryomen’s brows jumped at the man's tone, snarling, his chaos magic swirling, clawing like an animal to be released as the man taunted with those same beady eyes fusing into gold.
“two-”
“emperor ryomen sukuna”
“one!”
a loud cackle left the greasy man the same time a ‘pop’ echoed, heat spilling into the room at degrees to turn bones into ashes. screams ignited at the sight of flames blistering through the plaster covered walls in the building, crowds of people merging together to find any possible exit.
yet with each face he searched, none bared close to the resemblance of yours.
“fuck!” he roared over the crackles of flames and fear induced screams.
all five heightened senses working together as something ill made its way to his still heart at the thought of you stuck under rubble, lungs collapsing as you fight for your last breath.
no, not today. not ever.
and there it was, the scent of the rushing waterfall and bright lilies. he found you grasping desperately at multiple shoulders, presumably searching for the soft touch of your sister.
he swears some more profanities under his breath, clasping your shaky body under his. by the time your eyes opened after you blinked, you stood barreled under him in the middle of the park trail seven blocks down the street.
ryomen studied the contours on your face morphing from shock, to confusion, then finally landing in.. horror.
“n-no. no! how do we get here like that? ryomen…. where is my sister? oh my fucking god, is she still in there?” that unyielding boldness you carried had you clawing at him as if you could escape his grasp. though, you still shook like a leaf.
“my sister- ah! let the fuck go of me! she could be still in there! and you! with your freaky shit, what the fuck are you-”
his hands find their way to your cheeks again, clasping on as he bends forward. the both of you are only centimeters apart, your eyes searching for something found and strong behind the depths of those scarlet irises.
“breathe.”
his only command, and yet you sucked in the crisp morning air, blowing out the smears of smoke you escaped from.
“your sister is fine.. so just breathe, mama. just.. breathe. i’ll tell you everything later..”
those duo freaks would eat the world alive if anything happens to hayden.
ugh, especially blonde freak.
a strong chortle rings through his mind, affirming the hayden is indeed just with freak one and two.
now that not a hair was stinged on your head, maybe it’s time he goes to visit that zenin bastard.
it may end with the last remaining zenin’s heart clutched in his hand, as he sits on his throne in his court full of blood and bones.
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okay SOOOOO yes yes and?? yes! i think i want to oneshot my first satoru fic BUT that is one the way, along with a suguru, captain america, and more! stay tuned for houston, we have a problem!
AUTHOR'S NOTE : i do not own any of these characters except my own. minors, please do not interact as this is mature content with dark and sexual themes. all of my characters are black women so please respect that as you read! all lowercase is intended in this writing.
PAIRING: rockstar!sukuna x tourmanager!blackreader
RATING: 18+, again mdni
WARNINGS: yandere-ish moments, rock band, reader is black, usage of being held hostage, dírty talk, vampire!sukuna, dubcon, biting, drinking blood, slowburn, eventual smut, sort of angsty, stalker!sukuna, set in mostly southern cities, attempted mind control, secret society, royalty, masked men, usage of foul language, assault and battery (not on reader)
𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: when tour manager!reader gets sucked into the rock world after big time group ‘dark curse’ seeks her out to plan and arrange their tour in the us. heinous secrets unfold about the group as she gets closer to the pink haired lead singer in the ‘bone demon’ mask. does she run for the hills or does she play cat and mouse? find out in "houston, we have a problem!"
deep wine velvety curtains creaked under your grip, anxious irises brimming over the surface of the masses roaring below the stage. backstage, the thrum of the bass vibrated the walls with a resonance that pounded through the protective ear buds you and the crew wore. the wind lapped through the humid open arena, like lashes from the deep currents of waves rushing against jagged edges of rocky cliffs.
dark curses, the japanese band you and your sister were hired to be tour managers for, succeeded in finishing their first tour stop in houston, texas.
“sis? everything’s alright? we got to make sure the boys end up at the hotel.”
your head swiveled to meet the sweet gaze of your older sister, hayden, who’s deep red manicure stroked your shoulder in typical, concerned sibling fashion.
“i’m fine, just making sure that everything is wrapping up soundly out there. i’ll call the hotel and you’ll have the tour bus come to the back right? like usual?” you maintained with a graceful simper, something in between grateful and awkward.
“you know it, girl! call me when you’re done so we can walk to our car together!” and with a dapple of a kiss to your cheek, hayden was off, heels clicking into the distance.
set to do your own job in hopes that the night will be over sooner than later, your feet pick up the pace, only settling down once you reach the dressing room area. no chances of a bad call when the service is best where the band resides before and after their concert. booking the best of the best is mandatory in this career field, nobody likes a cheap tour manager. so, you diligently do your job acknowledging the price and qualities is up to standards of the band’s liking.
but… when chills travel down your spine like electricity cracked down with the following boom, you immediately stop in your tracks. it almost feels.. predatory. like the gaze of an animal hiding in verdant bushes in the stocky forest waiting. watching. hoping that something sweet and delightful prances by to slaughter.
whipping around ready to high-tail it, you surveyed your surroundings, close to a gazelle when a mountain lion roar is heard nearby. a curious scarlet gaze examined the soft dips and curves you presented from the silhouette of your metallic jumpsuit. sharp, angular features, a full set of bitten, red lips that looked as if he had just previously enriched in a pomegranate, and thick strands of sakura-colored hair pulled into a low braid cascading down past his ribs. dark ink trailed from the highs of his cheekbones past under the collar of his onyx leather jacket. he was undeniably ethereal, like those old stories mama used to tell about fallen angels. how they were once mystic angels, but had been casted down onto earth to walk with the rest of the sinners.
ryomen sukuna. lead singer of ‘dark curses’. you weren’t quite familiar with the group out of their professional pretense, however, something swirled in the pit of your stomach at the lilt in his husky somber.
“somebody’s all jumpy.. i like that. much more alert than our last manager.” maybe there was a teasing tone in his voice. maybe the way his fangs that gleamed in the dark trenches of the backstage were all just a prop. maybe something isn’t rig-.
“what happened.. to your last manager?” you didn’t mean to vomit those words out, your anxiety clutching the beating tremors of your heart and shocking your nerves. but, your natural instinct to fight or flight was starting to zero in. eyebrows furrowing as your feet began to back up to create more distance.
and to that.. he snickered in delight, heavy laced boots stalking close just enough to be arms distance away from you. your eyes held a hardened resolve but your body shuttered, reacting involuntarily to his scent of deep umber and smoke.
“so what? are you perchance riding in the bus with us? there’s more than enough-”
“no, we have a chauffeur to make sure you guys have as much comfortability as possible. i… appreciate the offer though.” a small, forced grimace tilted the corners of your mouth along with the narrowing of your eyes before moving to step side him. the melodic chime of your sister calling out to you rung much louder as your heels click farther and farther away from him.
but under his breath, you swore you heard a faint mumble that strung your shoulders tighter.
“you won’t always be able to avoid me, [...].”
“are you sure it’s him, hayden? there’s no fucking way it can be, right?”
you and your sister sprawled out of the expensive cotton sheets of the hotel’s king sized bed. orange hues from old tiffany lamps ablaze the white plaster walls, creating a soft glow away from the moonlit path shining from the balcony window. It had been three days since the last time you both had seen the group, recuperating to be ready to venture out on the road to the next city, atlanta.
but, tragedy had struck in the deep city of houston. hayden broke through the door late in the chilled evening to announce the news. your driver, an older man named clark, was brutally assaulted in what seemed to be a mob attack that led him to be unconscious in a hospital bed. this wasn't like clark to get in situations that would incur violence in the first place. something’s in the water.. and you had a feeling that it’s closer than you think.
“it’s him, [..]. i’m for certain that it’s him, i already paid his hospital bills and sent our condolences. i mean-.. he has a family. grandchildren. i can’t imagine how they feel right now.”
your older sisters’s breath trembled, eyes perspirating with wet unshed tears as she stumbled over her words. your reflection matched hers, an unmistakable sorrow simmering between the both of you.
“I’m thankful for ryomen offering us to ride in their tour bus. that was kind of him. ” she softly wept, dapping her salty tears with the silk sleeve of her pajamas, a brand that you were sure she had no idea the name of.
wait.. what?
your gaze whipped towards hers, questions spiraling in your mind as if someone blew a house of cards down. how did he know? was he told by hayden? why would he go out of his way to offer up the tour bus that was presented to them? so many question, yet an extreme lack of answers.
swirling like lightening through the depths of a tornado was the tone of his voice that day when you left his side. those words.. the words she was so sure she had mistakenly heard.
‘tomorrow,’ you settled in your mind with a harden resolve. tommorow, you would observe and keep your distance.
the sky painted plum and raspberry delight in brush-like strokes in the eerily early morning in houston, texas. morning dew dipped in the sage beauty of the long stems of grass as they ventured past the parking lot in the journey towards the tour bus. the city was quiet, like it was holding its breath. waiting for something to arise.
outside , near the broad doors of the bus, a man with smoky brown hair wrapped into two loose ponytails on the top of his head tipped them an angled smile. not forced, but not genuine either. his chestnut eyes sunk in with purple hues decorating the bags under his fair skin as if it has been decades since he last felt a soft pillow support his head.
in his broad hands, sparked what looked like an old rusted lighter burning the orange end of his cigarette to life. as you two soared past him, offering small hellos, he stood in silence only blowing out puffs of smoke from his lungs.
choso, you recalled his name from the research that you and you sister conducted on the group. he was the drummer, preferring not to speak unless spoken to. an odd one, you heard rumors he prefers to write their pieces in the cemetery with the two guitarist.
“okay then..” you muttered, already feeling a bit weary of your surroundings.
stepping up into the tour bus, the air thickened with invisible smog, constructing around your throat and squeezing like a vice. again, the damn feeling of being watched surfaced, but this time you neglected the carnivorous examination.
instead, your eyes scampered over towards the interaction between your sister and the two guitarists, satoru gojo and suguru geto. they both stood at staggering heights, so far up that both of them had to sulk under the overheads of storage trunks right above their seats.
it almost felt intentional to you. the starking extreme differences.
platinum white strands against long obsidian locks. icy blue like an alaskan spring against a deep hazy violet, a winter’s bloom. boyish charm versus a sly fox’s seduction. so similar, yet the distinctive differences flow with each of their complexities.
oh, one more thing.
both of their gazes turned a little darker at the sight of your sister. while satoru grinned and hopped up from his seat to usher hayden between the two, suguru placed his arm around her waist and tugged her closer. between the three of them, no space was required. they breathed in each other’s air. lost in the world of three.
clearly, this has been ongoing, and once your sister peeked over her massive playthings to lock eyes with you, it confirmed all you needed to know.
“later..” you mouthed, narrowing your gaze at her. she is grown indeed… and older, but you were sisters. And she damn sure would have been riding your ass if you kept any parts of your love life from her.
not that you had any-
“ooh, i was wondering where your claws went, tiger.” damn him and his chilling baritone voice. you didn’t have to turn in his direction to pick guesses on who had a thing for frightening you. his slender fingers gestured to the spot next to him.
“ryomen.” you huffed, eyes simmering with defiance. you plopped arrogantly across from him, which only made the amusement dancing in his scarlet orbs all much more fiery.
he played with the darker ends of his pale pink hair, down and in pristine condition. He wore black on black, opting for something comfortable on the drive then the leather ensemble you saw him in the days before.
“i see you ended up here, just like i knew you would.”
silence simmered in the air, your brows furrowing with time as his words sunk into your chest, falling deeper into the rhythmic beats. how? how did he fucking know? the more and more you questioned his behavior, the more it starts to sound like a sick horror movie.
he leans closer, hand closing in on the soft curve of your jawline. his calloused hand tilted your face just a bit closer.. noses nearly touching in earnest. You sucked in a breath, heat flickering in the depths of your stomach as your brain tries it hardest to catch up with the change.
attempts were fruitful, that blazing expression of his mirroring the crackling allure to yours.
you hadn’t noticed that your sister watched, that choso climbed back on the bus, or that wheels began to roll. no. it was almost like he had you hypnotize with that flicker of a scarlet glow in his irises-
“mmm, go to sleep, tiger. the road ahead will be long.”
there was no room to question him and his strange behavior. your eyelids fluttered with strange obedience, darkness creeping in from the corner of your vision. haziness wooed you into a pair of strong, cold arms before you dipped into an abyss of sleep.
all work belongs to to @aaazade please do not copy, translate without permission, or post my work! let me know if anyone would like to be apart of my taglist as i post each episode. hope you enjoyed episode one!
AUTHOR NOTE: i do not own any of these characters except my own. minors, please do not interact as this is mature content with dark and sexual themes. all of my characters are black women so please respect that as you read! all lowercase is intended in this writing.
PAIRING: rockstar!sukuna x tourmanager!blackreader
RATING: 18+, again mdni
WARNINGS: yandere-ish moments, rock band, reader is black, usage of being held hostage, dírty talk, vampire!sukuna, dubcon, biting, drinking blood, slowburn, eventual smut, sort of angsty, stalker!sukuna, set in mostly southern cities, attempted mind control, secret society, royalty, masked men
𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: when tour manager!reader gets sucked into the rock world after big time group ‘dark curse’ seeks her out to plan and arrange their tour in the us. heinous secrets unfold about the group as she gets closer to the pink haired lead singer in the ‘bone demon’ mask. does she run for the hills or does she play cat and mouse? find out in "houston, we have a problem!"
⤷ 𝄞⨾ 𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒!
── in the heart of houston, glacial nights lash crisp winds like the deep trenches of the sea lapping erosion on the conclave jagged rocks jutting up from sandy bellows. is it just chills? or is something lurking from behind the corner? - 012025
⤷ 𝄞⨾ 𝟎𝟎𝟐. 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐙𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒!
── something keeps reader suspecting that ryomen might just not be the all glitz and glamour rockstar like he says. what lies under that shell of yours ryomen? and how long does he think he can keep it a secret? - 012525
⤷ 𝄞⨾ 𝟎𝟎𝟑. 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄!
── coming to you live - 013125
⤷ 𝄞⨾ 𝟎𝟎𝟒. 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑: 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘!
── coming to you live - 020725
⤷ 𝄞⨾ 𝟎𝟎𝟓. 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄: 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐘!
── coming to you live - 021425
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⤷ ⋆ ༅˚. my work all complied into one post for my loves!
JJK ─ JUJUTSU KAISEN!
satoru gojo
suguru geto
nanami kento
toji fushiguro
choso kamo
ryomen sukuna
MCU ─ MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE!
steve rogers
bucky barnes
thor odinson
loki odinson
pietro maximoff
peter parker
AOT ─ ATTACK ON TITANS!
eren jaeger
armin arlert
connie springer
levi ackerman
NAR ─ NARUTO!
sasuke uchiha
itachi uchiha
madara uchiha
naruto uzumaki
neji hyuga
kakashi hatake
gaara
TWI ─ TWILIGHT!
carlise cullen
edward cullen
jasper hale
emmett cullen
rosalie hale
alice cullen
aro volturi
caius volturi
sam uley
leah clearwater
seth clearwater
paul lahote
demetri volturi
TVD ─ THE VAMPIRE DIARIES!
niklaus mikaelson
elijah mikaelson
kol mikaelson
freya mikaelson
damon salvatore
stefan salvatore
jeremy gilbert
STR ─ STRANGER THINGS!
steven harrington
william hargrove
nancy wheeler
jonathan byers
GG ─ GOSSIP GIRL!
nathaniel archibald
charles bass
carter baisen
blair waldorf
serena van der woodsen
georgina sparks
MHA ─ MY HERO ACADEMIA!
shota aizawa
katsuki bakugo
keigo takami
touya todoroki
shoto todoroki
midoriya izuku
tomura shigaraki
hitoshi shinso
DCU ─ DC UNIVERSE!
clark kent
bruce wanye
richard grayson
joker
LDS ─ LOVEDEEPSPACE!
sylus
rafayel
zayne
xavier
KP ─ K-POP!
jeon jeongguk
min yoongi
park jimin
kim namjoon
kim taehyung
jung hoseok
song mingi
lee heeseung
kim jongin
lim jaebeom
park sunghoon
kang taehyun
kim soobin
CI ─ CELEBS/INFLUENCERS
matt sturniolo
chris sturniolo
lorenzo zurizolo
hayden christensen
justin bieber
james marsden
jensen ackles
ross lynch
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