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Sleepyhead, part one

the plot is: you feel yourself very sleepy all the time, and alastor finds it adorable

part one, part two, part three

tw: none, it's just cute

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You felt cold. Your eyelashes trembled, you frowned and opened your eyes. Bloody red firmament was the first thing you saw, as you were lying on the ground. A bright pentagram crossed the sky, thin clouds flouted across it, and it looked like a piece of meat. There was a glaringly white spot in the left side, which you took for the sun at first, but then you thought it looked more like a planet. A planet with wings. You tried to find the sun or a moon, but in vain. You couldn't tell if it was day or night. A specific pungent smell hit your nose. The smell was extremely bad and you didn't even want to know what had caused it.

You sat up, slowly got to your feet and looked around: a desert with black sand and dead small trees. There was a city ahead. It was densely dotted with skyscrapers and simply high-rise buildings. You headed for it straight away.

You felt utter drowse, it was so strong, you walked some part of the way with your eyes closed. A minute couldn't pass without you yawning. You slowly moved your legs, staggering side to side, getting closer to the unknown city.

You thought it was a dream. A strange one, but very realistic. Last thing you remembered was that you were lying in your bed trying to fall asleep. Usually it never posed you any problems, but that time was different. You barely could lie just in one position, barely could keep your eyes closed, barely felt drowse.

And now you were extremely sleepy. All you wanted to do was lie down on the hot sand and sleep. But nevertheless you continued your way.

Getting closer, you saw a high building on the hill just in the border of the city. You descried a neon sign on the roof of the building: "Hazbin Hotel". So, there was a refuge in such a strange place that looked like hell. You had no money in the pockets of your pyjamas, of course, but you hoped, you would be let to stay for a night in the smallest room under the stairs for free.

The closer you reached the city, the louder became screams and explosions, like a war was waged in the city. In normal situation you would feel fear, but it was a dream, so why should you be afraid?

You stood in front of a street-door with strained-glass windows depicting apples, snakes and eyes. Yawning one more time, you opened the door and entered.

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Honeyed soft light of old chandeliers flooded the hotel lobby. A red carpet covered the floor and the birfucated stairs. On the walls with difficult pattern, in which you recognized snakes, hung many painting. It was quiet. Only rustle of your steps on the soft carpet broke the silence. Suddenly you heard a quiet jazz melody somewhere from the left. You turned your head to the side and saw a big black cat at the bar. A cat with wings. And moreover he had a top hat and a red bow tie on his white chest. He was on the place of a barman and poured alcohol in a glass for himself.

Yeah, what a strange dream you had, but the strangest thing was that you couldn't wake up. Usually, when you understood that you were in a dream you immediately woke up. But now you couldn't.

The cat noticed you and looked at you. His stare was vacant, and you understood he was drunk. If a cat could drink, than he could speak too, right? You came up to the bar and asked,

"Excums me, is this a hotel? The Hazbin hotel?"

The cat blinked twice and answered in the affirmative. His voice was deep and low. It reminded black velvet.

"How can I get a room here?"

"Do you want a room?" He frowned. He was looking at you with a blend of suspicon and disbelief.

"Yeah... This is the hotel, isn't it?" You placed your hands at the counter, "Where is reception?"

A slowly saxophone melody hovered between you, making this conversation more surreal.

The cat poured an amber-coloured liquid in his glass, drank it, looked at you again and smirked.

"So, you wanna be redeemed?"

You were irritated at this question. What it did actually mean? You just wanted to sleep, you wanted it so bad, you could kill for having a chance to take to bed.

"I just want a room," You said, gritted your teeth.

"So you don't know?" He said without hiding his smile.

The cat started to dust the counter, and as you didn't answer anything, he continued,

"This is not just a hotel. Living here ain't the main point. The princess of hell founded it on to give all the sinners a chance to get a redemption and go to heaven. So, you're welcome here, but only if you want be better." He glanced at you with a mocking sparkle in his eyes. A smile played at a corner of his mouth. It was clear, that he just repeated the words, he heard million times before, from a host of the hotel maybe, and it seemed funny to him. But not for you. What was the point of all of this? Nevertheless, you needed a room and you wanted to get it by all costs.

"I wouldn't be mind to be better... And to be redeemed," You said seriously. If it could bring you to bed...

"Oh, really?" He raised his red eyebrows, which seemed to be feathers.

Suddenly a high female voice exclaimed from the stairs, "Vaggie, I tell you, someone has come! I saw them in the window!"

You turned to the voice and saw two young women. They noticed you too and opened their eyes in surprise. One of them, a tall, ruddy-cheecked blonde in red jacket and the same colour trousers, smiled widely, showing her white sharp fangs. The other one, with grey skin and white long hair, frowned and took out a spear from somewhere.

They two quickly went down to you, but the blonde was much faster, and as she appeared towards you, she took your hands,

"Welcome!!! I'm Charlie, the founder of this hotel! I'm so glad you've come here!" She was so happy, you wouldn't been surprised, if she'd exploded with sparkles and spangles.

"I'm (Y/n)."

"What a beautiful name! Fits you so well!"

The other girl came up to you, still holding the spear, but not going to attack, "Charlie, we don't even know why they had came here. Maybe they've lost."

"I haven't actually lost. I'm here to redeem." You said loudly. You heard Charlie, she said she was the founder of this place, so it depended on her, whether would you stay here for a night. And also you remembered what that cat told you. The princess of hell founded it on. So you decided to be polite with this young woman. You didn't want to have an enemy in the face of the princess of hell even in your dream.

After your words were said the smile on the Charlie's face grew even bigger, her eyes filled with tears, and she pressed you to her chest in a tight embrace.

"I'm so so so so so so so glaaaaaad!"

"I would be glad too," You barely moaned in her firm hug, "but I'm afraid you'll rather strangle me."

"Uh, sorry!" She let you go straight away.

Charlie tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "It's not like... Well, I mean, it's not that this place is very unpopular or avoided, but it's like not everyday somebody comes here..." Her shoulders slumped and you saw sadness in her eyes. Vaggie gently put her hand on Charlie's shoulder with a soft smile, "Charlie..."

The young woman looked at her and a wide smile shone on her face again.

"Anyway," She said to you, "Welcome to hell! And to Hazbin Hotel! So you can be welcomed lately in heaven!" She almost sang the last word.

Hell? So you understood all rightly. It was hell. A dream about a hotel in hell. Well, why not? Maybe when you'd wake up you should write a book about it?

"Hell?" You asked.

"Yes! You're a new one here, I believe?"

You unsurely nodded. Somehow you started to doubt that it was only a dream. You felt cold. After all it was too real. You could swear you had never heard that jazz melody from the radio, you smelled Charlie's apple perfume, you felt her embrace, and you were sleepy like you were kissed by Mortheus himself. But people don't feel themselves sleepy in their dreams, do they?

But to be in hell you must to be dead. Were you dead?

"Am I dead?" You felt cold inside of you, but it didn't help you to overcome another yawn.

Charlie and Vaggie looked at you with sympathy.

"Yeeaaahhh, you are, I'm very sorry," Said Charlie with an apologetic smile.

You tried to remember, what had happened before you opened your eyes and saw the red sky.

You spent your whole day in your bed, daydreaming, reading books and sleeping. Just like always. You spent your whole life avoiding reality. Fantasies, fictions, daydreams were the only refuge from the horrors of the world you lived in.

"I thought I was too young to die during the sleep..." You pronounced.

Charlie covered her mouth with her palm, "Oh! This must be very... Sudden for you."

"Look at this from the other side. You didn't suffer," Said Vaggie.

You yawned very widely. Yes, you didn't suffer when you died, but now you were probably cursed to never have enough of sleep.

"May I get a room?" You were so tired. What's the matter thinking about your death. It was more important to find a bed. You could think about your death and curse later.

Charlie glanced at you.

"Oh, damn, yes, sure! It's very late already, and of course you need a room!"

"Thank you," You smiled. Getting a bed had never been so difficult.

Charlie took a key from the cell near the empty one, and you three, Charlie, Vaggie and you, headed for the stairs. You glanced back to look at the barcat again. He raised his glass, looking at you, like he was drinking to you. You turned away and asked Charlie about him.

Charlie stopped and exclaimed, "Oh, shit, I absolutely forgot about it! We need to make a tour around the hotel!"

"Charlie," Said Vaggie, "We can do it tomorrow. I'm afraid, our new guest is about to fall asleep in any moment."

"You right." You took the key out from Charlie's hand and turned away.

"What are you doing?" Exclaimed Charlie.

Still going forward you turned your head to Charlie and said, "I'm very grateful for both of you, really," You stopped, "but now I just want to be alone" To sleep, you thought, "to accept the fact I'm dead now," You said. "It's not hard to find a right room, when I know the floor and the number, so don't worry, I can handle it. Good night, girls!" You waved your hand and disappeared in shadowed corridor.

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You slowly walked forward along the corridor. It seemed endless, though you turned time after time to the left or right. Art Deco lamps glowed dimly, filling the place with an amber light. Sometimes golden candlesticks hung on the walls instead of lamps. There were candles on them; they burned, but wax didn't drip from them. The walls were crimson, and so was the carpet. Although the corridor and the entire hotel were buried in warm colours, goosebumps ran down your skin. Especially in this quiet and dark corridor. It seemed that this place was uninhabited. But judging by the number of empty cells for keys at the reception, at least six or seven people lived here. “Maybe they just opened recently?” You thought yawning again.

You turned to the left again and went up one floor. Here, on one of the upper floors, your room was supposed to be.

Suddenly you heard a melody. You stopped and listened. A piano sounded off quietly and melancholy somewhere in the distance. Music led you forward. You walked past the room with your number. The melody became louder, and now you heard singing. A male voice sang some old song in French. You stopped for a second and then went further.

The lights flickered, and you heard something, what sounded like a crackling radio. You turned to the right and realized, that the melody was coming from the far door on the right. You stopped in front of this door. The sound wasn't clear, like someone was listening to an old radio or gramophone. You leaned your back against the door and began to listen. It was a beautiful and very old song. The melody lulled you. The man’s voice was so beautiful and bewitching, that you forgot all your worries, and drowsiness enveloped you again. But now the feeling of sleep did not press on you, did not suffocate you, sleep gently hugged you by the shoulders and let you rest your tired head on its chest. You felt cosiness and comfort. What a beautiful song... What a beautiful voice... The refrain began, and the voice became louder. You closed your eyes and slowly sank onto the carpet.

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Alastor took his hands away from the piano and turned his head to the door. Someone had been standing behind it for several minutes already. How dare they? He immediately felt their presence but did nothing, hoping they'd leave. But no.

Alastor stood up, took a sip of water to moisten the throat after the long singing, and headed for the door. The was silence. He expected he would hear the steps running away, because now it was obviously, that he knew they were there and they'd disturbed him. So it was better for them to make off. But there was silence.

Alastor opened the door and saw nothing. Something fell at his feet. He looked down and saw the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

A young lady lay at his feet. Her skin was velvet black as night sky and starred. Milliards of tiny stars shone on her arms, hands, and neck. Her hair was glaringly white and fluffy as a cloud. The hair shone with soft moon-like light in the candlelit room. She was wearing a silver pajamas with a pattern of little moons. The night herself, he was captivated with her.

Alastor knelt down in front of you and gently put hair from your face. It shimmered with tiny stars just like all of your body. Your face was calm, you slept well. Your chest slowly upped and downed with every breath.

Alastor studied you just with his eyes. How did you end up here? You didn't look like a demon — too beautiful, but you weren't an angel either — too nocturnal.

Alastor noticed that you had something in your hand. He carefully unclenched your fingers and saw a key. So, a new guest? And living so close to him?

Alastor smirked to his thoughts.

"There's no way you'll sleep on the floor, my dear," He wispered.

He took you in his arms and left the room.

You pressed your head to his shoulder and wispered something. You were light as a feather. Alastor headed for the room with the number that was on the key in your hand. You yawned in sleep, and wispered something again, that made Alastor softly chuckle.

He made the door of your room opened and he entered. Alastor put you to bed and wanted to straightened up, but your hands embraced his neck. He leaned on his hands and hung over you so as not to fall.

On your eyelids he saw a big amount of stars and violet fog, like a little universe slowly whirled on your eyes.

Your hands slipped from his neck, but Alastor stayed still. Then he sat next to you. His hand ran through your hair.

"Suppose I am the guard of your dreams now?" Said Alastor to himself.

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You woke up, yawning widely and stretching yourself. You thought, that you had never had such a good sleep. But then you opened your eyes and found yourself in an unfamiliar place. It was a bedroom, quite big and beautiful bedroom in violet, blue and silver colours. You looked at your hands: black and starred, just like yesterday. So you still was in hell, still dead. Or was it better to say, already?

You yawned again and got out of your bed. In the bathroom you saw new you. "Night" was your first thought. Maybe spending your whole life in sleep was a sin, because you once heard, that despondency, that led you to daydreams, was a deadly sin... And moreover you died in the middle of the night during your sleep. Could it be the reason why you looked like a daughter of Nyx?

In a wardrobe you found a big amount of clothes that suited you just perfect. Not only in your size, but it also suited to your appearance. There were a grey pinstriped suit, long skirts, warm sweaters, shirts. All was in dark blue, silver or black colours. You found a lot of different ties and bow ties, kerchieves, gloves. Somebody did a good job with your wardrobe. You changed clothes and only now noticed the clock above the bed. It was a midday already. You hastened to leave your room.

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Walking down the main stairs you heard Charlie's voice.

"Here you are, (Y/n)! Good morning! or good afternoon already... Nevermind!" She waved her hand, "You can go to the dinning room and have breakfast. I asked Alastor to cook another helping. He was surprised that we have a new guest hahaha! And after you finishing your meal, go back here, we're going to do some exercises," Charlie looked to the side, where several demons were sitting, "and we will do it together!"

Last words she said with a forced smile, almost growling. Apparently, someone didn’t want to do these exercises together. You saw yesterday's cat among them.

After finishing breakfast (oh, how delicious it was) you went to the living room, where all the residents had already gathered.

You were introduced to the demons in front of you. Niffty was a maid, she gave you a cute smile, but you noticed a sharp big knife in her hand. Nobody seemed to care about it, so didn't you.

Angel Dust, the spider, winked at you with a smile. He was the first resident of this hotel.

Husk, the cat demon, he was a barman. He nodded you, when Charlie said his name to you.

And Sir Pentious, another resident. He smiled to you, and his smile seemed the most warm and not assumed.

"And where is Alastor?" Said Charlie looking around, "Oh, asked him to come and join us."

You saw a big shadow behind her. It took a shape of a tall man with a cane, and he appeared.

"Alastor," You guessed. This name suited him, it had something devilish in its sound, and it sorted well with his appearance. Especially with his ear-to-ear smile with big sharp yellow teeth. A thought of being bitten by him fleeted your mind, but you shook your head.

"Alalstor, this is our new guest, (Y/n)!" Said Charlie with a big smile, pointing with her two hands at you.

Alalstor came up to you and gave you a hand, "It's a pleasure to be meeting you, dear!"

You shook hands.

His voice seemed familiar to you, but you couldn't understand why. He spoke with transatlantic accent and with radio sound. It was strange, but you liked how it sounded.

"Well, let's begin our exercises. All" Said Charlie, growling on the last word again. Angel Dust rolled up his eyes.

You sat on a couch near Alastor. In front of you on other couch sat Angel and Husk. Vaggie stood near Charlie, who was explaining the rules of to-redeem-game. Sir Pentious sat on the floor near Husk, and Niffty, the maid, sat on the arm of the couch near Alastor.

At first you tried to listen to Charlie, to all her explanations why it was so important to be honest, and how the following exercise would teach you to trust each other and to be frank. But somehow you couldn't keep your eyes opened anymore and you hadn't noticed how you fallen asleep.

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Angel poked Husk with his elbow and said, "Are my eyes deceiving me?"

Husk had been watching in the same direction for four minutes already and still couldn't believe in what he saw.

"What d'ya think? How long does she have left?"

"No more than thirty seconds, when she wakes," Husk replied phlegmatically.

"What? What are you looking at?" Asked Charlie throwing her hands. These two hadn't listened to her for several minutes and just stared at one point.

At the same time Angel and Husk pointed out the direction, where you were sitting. Charlie turned back and saw Alastor and you, putting your head on his shoulder. You were sleeping.

Everybody was staring in confusion at you and Alastor. Nobody had noticed, when you fell asleep and leaned against Alastor. He didn't understand at first what was that. Just something restet against his shoulder. And when he glanced down right, he saw your crown.

And he didn't dare move.

Charlie opened her mouth to say something, but Alastor interrupted her, "Shh... Don't you see, our new guest is resting?"

Nobody could understand what was hidden behind his sly smile and this half closed eyes.

You lifted your head a little to make yourself more comfortable, and then you tried to bury your face in his arm but slipped off.

You opened your eyes and saw wide smiling face with red glowing eyes leaning over you. Alastor looked down at you. The light of a chandelier behind his head looked like a halo. It was a strange combination with his antlers and deer ears. His red eyes shone and his yellow teeth seemed did the same.

Suddenly you understood why he was looking down on you, and why you saw ceiling behind him. You were lying on his knees.

You quickly sat up, almost hit his head, and began to apologize.

"Hahaha" Alastor laughed, "don't worry, my dear, I know a great method to deal with sleepiness." He stood up and said without looking back at you, "Follow me."

Only now you noticed that all the residents were staring at you, someone with their eyes wide opened, someone with a smirk. You apologized and followed Alastor.

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While Alastor was making coffee for you, you were watching him, sitting at a table, resting your head on your arm. This man was extremely tall, his movements were elegant but a little bit too sharp. The kitchen filled with coffee aroma.

You were following his movements, when he said, "It's oddly, dear, that fourteen hours of sleep were not enough for you."

"How do you know, how long I slept?"

He chuckled, "I know not only when you fell asleep, my dear, but also when you ended up in bed."

He turned to you with a mug of hot coffee in his hand. He came up to you and put the mug on the table. There was an inscription: "Sleepaholic."

Yeah, how funny.

You looked up at Alastor. He was smiling as always. His voice, these words he said, the fact you didn't remember how you got to your bed...

"Did I..? Did I yesterday..?" You began hesitatingly. You didn't want to say it aloud, hoping that Alastor would finish your sentence. But he was silent. He glanced at you, obviously enjoying with your confusion.

"Did I fall asleep at your door yesterday?" You said very quickly.

"You did," He answered with a satisfied smile and leaned closer to you, "Drink it, dear, I don't need another body of a somnabulist at my threshold."

You quickly drank the strongest coffee you'd ever had, and you two returned to the living-room

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As you were sitting on the couch near Alastor, and Charlie was leading the exercises, you felt boredom suddenly, and your eyes began to close. You opened them wider and tried to focus on what Charlie was saying, but you could no longer understand anything. You covered your eyes and remembered the yesterday's evening. That song played in your head again. It was so beautiful, so charming... And it was sang by the man, who was sitting next to you right now.

You opened your eyes and looked at Alastor with a tired gaze. Angel answered something to Charlie, but you didn’t listen. You idly and yet with curiosity looked over Alastor from head to toe. Despite his sinister and dark spirit, that you felt in him, you couldn't deny that you were attracted to him. His charm was beguiling, it's true.

You covered your eyes again and turned away. You didn't notice how Alastor quietly moved closer to you.

"I think, coffee doesn't work on me," You mumbled.

"Hmm?" Alastor leaned closer to hear what you said, but you didn't repeat your words.

Your eyes closed again and you saw him, making coffee for you. You felt that bitter smell again. Then you saw his face, the moment when you woke up on his knees. The vision disappeared and you saw Alastor carrying you into your room in his arms. The piano sounded in your head again and you felt rocking, as if you were a baby in your mother's arms, being sung to in a lullaby. You felt something in right side of you and leaned against it. A soft fabric touched your face, you felt a bitter-salty scent mixed with fur and forest smell. You felt warmth.

In your dream you lay on bed and were kept in warmth in someone's arms. You breathed in the same smell. Somebody patted your head and you felt someone's breath on your crown. An old song was playing on a radio; it drowned in static.

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Charlie stopped talking and looked in your direction. So did everybody.

You were sleeping on Alastor's shoulder again, cuddling very close up to him and embracing his forearm. He was looking at you with the softest gaze everyone had ever seen on him. He patted your head and said not taking his eyes off you, "Our guest is indeed a sleepyhead."

He looked up at everyone, "Don't you dare to disturb her, for I will make everyone of you fall into eternal sleep," His eyes turned into radio dials, his voice became lower and more static, "unable to wake up from the nightmare I cause."

You cuddled closer to Alastor and smiled in sleep. He backed to his normal form again. A quiet old melody played from his staff.

Charlie broke the silence, "Uhh, okay..." She said with a forced smile.

Alastor glanced at her, and then embraced you, and you both sank into the shadow.

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i-am-the-avatar-of-idiocy · 5 months

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If you feel like it, you could write anything related to the self aware AU (I love it a bit too much) like maybe they go through the players phone to find them reading fics or something, thank you!!

(I also love self aware au. I really want to expand on it but I struggle with coming up with ideas and making them look good. Anyway, I hope you enjoy) TW: mentions of reader reading smut in lucifers part

Lucifer is extremely smug about you reading fics about him. He takes notes on your tastes for when he finally has his hands on you, so he can be perfect for you. If you read smut of him, he will be extremely flustered though, as the thought of you wanting him like that is overwhelming but he’s very happy at it.

mammon is will brag to his brothers about it, seeming confident but we all know he’s giggling and kicking his feet in private. He likes to read through them, but sometimes ends up lost in the plot and wanting to know what happens next or criticising authors for making him out of character.

leviathan is another who is very flustered that you want him like that. That you don’t think he’s a disgusting yucky otaku. That you want to be his. He won’t brag to the brothers that you read about him, he just feels insanely flattered and it definitely makes his delusions worse

asmodeus acts unsurprised by this but he is flustered. He will read through to work out what you like but he won’t change himself for you. He likes fantasising about it happening and getting all blushy from thinking about it. He also frequently likes the way authors talk about him and it pumps up his ego

satan is a fanfic reader already, so he gets it. He’s ecstatic that you like him a lot, and his romantic tendencies that are written. However he does not like the frequent jabs in fanfiction to the way he dresses. He thinks it’s adorable that you read about him and you being together. He thinks it’s only a matter of time before that happens now…

Beelzebub thinks it’s slightly strange, but he doesn’t not like it. He doesn’t understand why people are writing these either, like do they have a life? Nevertheless, he will read through them and feel butterflies in his stomach whilst thinking of you together, but he might mistake it for feeling hungry

belphegor finds it rather funny. At first that is. He will be sort of judging you for being so shameless liking all of these things. Eventually he’ll begin to read them more seriously, thinking about what would happen in reality in these scenarios. These ‘yandere’ fics you read, he wonders if you’d like them in real life. I guess there’s one way to find out…

diavolo finds it fascinating. And very cute. The idea that you want to read about him and you in a romantic way makes him feel all mushy and romantic. He just wants to hold you and he finds it nice to know that you feel the same way about him.

barbatos has looked through, and he can appreciate that some of the work is extremely well written and he can appreciate your tastes and be perfect for when he first meets you. He will make mental notes on all of these things you seem to love. He finds some of the more… questionable stuff relatable which is quite concerning.

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alovesongshewrote · 2 years

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Slightly Stabbed | The Lost Boys x Reader

Plot: you get a little bit stabbed. oopsie? [The Lost Boys x GN!Reader]

Word count: 3807

Warnings: first aid, stab wounds, blood, the reader has some issues but it's ok

A/N: this is literally a fanfic in headcanon form, holy fuck. tumblr almost couldn’t handle this thicc thing

Sooooooo, here’s the thing about dating a group of vampires

They uh

They can smell blood

AND I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING, BUT WE AREN’T GOING THERE

At least not today

No, today we’re discussing the fun challenge that is Hiding Your Stab Wound From Your Four Boyfriends

(five boyfriends if you want to add michael, and five boyfriends one girlfriend if you want to add star)

Either way

All these bitches can smell your blood, which makes hiding injuries Difficult

It literally doesn’t matter how little blood there is, the second that red shit escapes your flesh prison, they Know

It makes papercuts very difficult, because you’ll be reading, you’ll get the papercut, and then one or more of them will just Appear behind you like

“Hi, could I offer you a band-aid? Or perhaps you could offer to give me a sip of your blood?”

It’s a fuckin

Process

Also, RIP to you if you ever get scratched in the face by something, because some of these fuckers

(paul and marko)

Will just

Lick your face

They don’t even give any warning, they’ll just lick you

It’s

It’s an experience, to be sure

It’s even more of an experience if you go with the idea that they have forked tongues

But anyway, we aren’t here to talk about little injuries

We’re here to talk about Stab Wounds and How To Hide Them

Short answer: you can’t hide them.

Aaand that’s it, thanks for coming to the TEDTalk everyone, rmr to like and subscribe, blah blah blah

Long answer:

Let’s start with how you got the stab wound

Because that’s very important

Now

There are lots of ways to get stabbed

The boardwalk isn’t the safest place

And i mean, you’ve seen the “people are strange” sequence, there are missing posters fucking everywhere

And yeah, all that murder that could be just the boys, but also

There could be other killers wandering around, you don’t know

There are also vampire hunters

And random delinquents

And people who just

Don’t Like The Boys

And by association, don’t like you

Whatever it is, whoever stabs you

They manage to get you one of the few times you’re on the boardwalk alone

To any passers by, it just looks like a fist fight- probably something that came out of harsh words and youthful anger

But alas, the sharp stinging in your side says something else

Actually, it’s less saying something else, and more screaming it

Nevertheless, you manage to fight off your attacker, and then you’re left standing on the boardwalk, your hands covered in blood as you try to put pressure on your wound

It’s a very strange experience

You’ve got a hole

In your side

You’re leaking blood

And you almost don’t know what to do next

But you know you can’t exactly go home like this, so you end up walking through the crowds on the boardwalk, fighting off shock and trying to ignore the bright lights and joyful screams around you as you try to find a bathroom to clean up in

If anyone notices that you’re hurt, you don’t notice them

Eventually, you find a bathroom, and once inside, you lock the door behind you and take a look in the mirror

As you stare down your reflection, you silently pray that the wound looks worse than it is

In part because it looks really bad

Like, bad enough to freak you out

But you’ve also got your fingers crossed that it looks worse than it is because, uh

If you die alone in a random boardwalk bathroom, David will kill you.

And yeah, the thought of an angry david sobers you up pretty quickly

You start doing first aid on yourself

You’re no pro, but you do your best with what you have

You clean the excess blood off of your wound with paper towels and tap water

At first you’re so focused on speed that you forget to be gentle

You regret it

But you quickly learn how to get shit done efficiently without needlessly torturing yourself

And thank fucking god, the wound does actually look worse than it is

The stab wound isn’t deep, and it didn’t hit anything important

It’s just gross

Once the bleeding stops, you frantically wash all of the blood off of your skin

And then you realize that you don’t have much to patch yourself up with

You end up using your jacket, which was already stained with your blood beyond repair

You rip it up for bandages, and then you realize that you’re uh

You’re probably going to have to get another shirt

Because yours has Noticeable Bloodstains

And not only will your Vampires notice that

But so will the General Public

So yeah, you buy a dumb t-shirt from the boardwalk

It says, “i survived the murder capital of the world and all i got was this stupid t-shirt”

You find it hilariously ironic that you are using this shirt to hide the fact that you almost didn’t survive the murder capital of the world

Anyway

You yeet your old shirt into a random fire, and then you head on back to the cave, hoping for the best

(hoping for the best here means: hoping that you don’t start bleeding again)

You don’t

And hey, when you get to the cave, it looks like the no one’s home

So that’s another win for you!

You walk on in and let yourself collapse onto one of the couches

And i mean, you instantly regret it, because ow

But it’s nice to feel something soft and comfortable after the time you had

You can’t relax, though

For one thing, every time you close your eyes you’re back there

Either getting stabbed by a stranger on the boardwalk, or shaking in the bathroom trying not to bleed out

You can feel your breath coming faster as the adrenaline in your system fades away and you start to realize that you were just stabbed

Someone pulled a knife on you, and they stabbed you

They could have killed you, you could have died, and you’re lucky you didn’t, but also, you’re not super lucky because you still got stabbed

And you really liked the shirt that you had to burn

And for another thing

There’s a vampire standing in front of you

When you open your eyes it makes you jump and scream a little

Which irritates your stab wound

Which makes you scream more and curl in on yourself

It’s very confusing to poor paul, who was already very confused because he could smell your blood even though none of your vampires bit you that day

Also, it’s not super relevant but you should know: he does kind of look like the “mom i frew up” meme

Or at least he does at first

Because the second you start to curl in on yourself, he is on you

Usually he’d apologize for startling you, but right now? Right now he can tell something’s up

Your boys might be dumbasses, but they’re more than smart enough to know when something is wrong

So, paul goes all

“Hey pretty thing, are you okay? What’s wrong?”

And you

You don’t want paul to worry, and you don’t want him to get mad at you for letting yourself get stabbed

And you really don’t want to talk about your stab wound in general

You just want paul to go so that you can have a panic attack over it in peace

But he doesn’t go

So you respond with

“I’m fine! Totally, totally fine, I just slept on my side weird and it’s bugging me, that’s all”

And y’know what, you’re actually mildly convincing

Too bad he can smell your blood

Thanks to that fun vampiric trait, he knows you aren’t telling him the truth

So, he leans in a little further, eyebrows furrowed, and he says

“You can tell me, baby. What’s wrong?”

Luckily (depending on who you ask) you don’t have to answer him, because marko drops into the cave

Yeaaaah, you were lucky enough to come home like, two minutes before the boys did

Rip

Anyway, it doesn’t take marko long to notice the scene on the couch

You’re curling up into the armrest and paul is leaning over you

It looks weird

And

You’re clutching your side

And paul looks concerned, so like i said, these boys may have like, three solid brain cells between them (three and a half if you want to count star) but they fucking Know when something’s up

Especially when something’s up with you

So, marko bounces over

And now he’s asking what’s wrong

He leans over the armrest of the couch

So he’s standing like, behind your head

And he asks, “What’s up, hot stuff?”

You lean your head back so you can look at him, you roll your eyes at the pet name, and again you say

“I’m fine. Paul’s just being a dick”

And paul, who now looks majorly offended, collapses onto the couch by your feet and goes

“I am not! I’m being a concerned boyfriend, you’re being a dick!”

Paul picked the wrong place to sit, because you kick him in the leg as hard as you can without hurting yourself

It’s not super hard, but paul acts like you stabbed him, ironically enough

While you and marko grin at his dramatics, david and dwayne drop into the cave

And uhhh, they’re much harder to distract, so good luck with that

Literally from the second they get into the cave, they’re both honed in on the smell of your blood

They make their way towards the couch you’re all crowded on, and as they do, david says

And he projects a bit, so the sound echos off the cave walls

“Why do I smell blood? Paul, Marko, did you start something without us?”

His tone is chiding, maybe a little teasing

But the second he sees their faces, his taunting demeanor drops to something much scarier

Concern

And now david says your name

And his voice gets a little deeper as he asks you why he can smell your blood

As you struggle to come up with an answer, david and dwayne make their way over to the couch

Dwayne, Known Sweet Boy, comes up behind the couch, takes your hand and kisses it

He doesn’t ask you anything, but he also doesn’t let go of your hands

You don’t look at his face

If you look at his face, you know he’s going to look back at you with an expression that is 100% concerned puppy dog, and you will crack like an egg and tell them everything

And then it’ll become a huge deal

And they won’t leave you alone

And you’ll probably cry in front of them

And you’ll make them waste their night taking care of you

And then you’ll get yelled at for being stupid, so no

You do not look at dwayne

Instead, you focus your attention on paul, who’s focusing on david, who’s focusing on you

And for a second, everything is silent

Then david kneels at your side which is fuckin

Rare

He likes to feel tall, kneeling is the Opposite of that

But he does it nonetheless

And he says your name again, and you Don’t Look At Him, you just keep your gaze straight and pretend to be somewhere else

Of course he says your name again, sounding more irritated this time

And he asks

“Why can we smell blood outside of the cave?”

And you relent a bit by answering

“Hey, it’s not like I’ve never bled around you before. Remember that time I fell? Or the time I gouged my shin open? Or the time one of the pigeons bit me?”

Yeahhh, even you know it’s a stupid argument

No matter how much blood you’ve lost around them, you know it doesn’t match this

And marko puts your thoughts to words

He legit says

“Yeah, but it’s never been this bad before, babe. What’s wrong?”

And after that you’re just

Bombarded with the boys asking some variation of “What’s wrong?” over and over

You cling to dwayne’s hand as their voices start to overwhelm you

But then he pulls away

And you just can’t take it anymore

So you yell

And you don’t mean to yell it, you just want to be heard

“OKAY, OKAY, fine, I’ll tell you”

They shut up, and instantly your voice drops like

A million decibels

As you say

“I… I may have been… lightly stabbed.”

There’s a beat of silence and then

“I’m sorry, you were STABBED?”

Dwayne breaks his silence, looking horrified, which is almost funny, because you know his methods of killing are a little more brutal than “stab the victim with a knife”

But then again, he’s never tried to kill you, so

Anyway, dwayne’s outburst is followed by paul and marko both shrieking some form of “excuse me”

(“I’M SORRY, WHAT?” and an actual, “EXCUSE ME?” respectively)

David is silent now as the other three just

Lose their shit

Paul is demanding to know where the wound is

Marko fucks off to go hunt for first aid supplies, but you can still hear him shouting about it

Dwayne has taken your hand back and he looks into your eyes as he asks

“Who did this to you?”

And quietly, you go

“Some douchebag on the boardwalk- look, guys, I was only lightly stabbed-”

And there’s another outburst

Paul and marko both yell that being “lightly” stabbed still isn’t good

Dwayne looks like he might kill someone or start crying, you aren’t sure which, maybe both

And that’s when david grabs your jaw

He’s surprisingly gentle with you- though, considering the stab wound, maybe that isn’t really a surprise

Either way

David makes you look at him, and he asks you

In a voice he reserves for quiet moments, which this isn’t, and special occasions, which this technically is

“Where’s the wound, baby?”

With a sigh, you tear your eyes from his and gingerly lift up your new shirt to reveal a blood-soaked makeshift bandage, which itself covers the shallow wound in your side

Haha, fuck

You wince at the sight of it

But your boys remain stone faced- if anything, they look angry

Except for paul, who also winces, but in a split second he goes from wincing to pissed like everyone else

And you let out a groan, because this is the one thing you were trying to avoid

Anger and concern

Just as you open your mouth to apologize, marko slams a small box of first aid stuff on the floor by the couch

You move to reach for it, but instantly, several pairs of hands are on you, pushing you (gently) back onto the couch

You

Roll Your Eyes

Fuckin vampires, always treating you like glass

“Hey, I’m not four years old,” you say, trying to sit up again, “I can treat my own stab wound”

Yeah, as you say it you manage to catch just how absurd your words sound

‘I can treat my own stab wound’ who says that?

You do, i guess

And you intend to follow through, but hey

You get pushed back down again

“Stay still, wouldya? Goddamn,” Marko fuckin growls as he pins your shoulders down, “We’re trying to help you, so stop moving.”

You give a very defiant wiggle. No one is amused but you.

With an irritated sigh, you resign yourself to staying on the couch

But it doesn’t stop you from trying to get them to leave you alone

“Look, guys, I’m fine. Don’t you have anything better to do than poke at me? Seriously-”

“Ha, you’re cute,” the response comes from paul this time

Paul who has, by the way, taken to holding your legs hostage

He continues with a very blunt

“But seriously, shut the fuck up and let us fix this, ‘kay?”

You glare at him, but with your legs and shoulders pinned, it’s not like you have much of a choice

So you just

Lie there

And try to pretend that this whole thing doesn’t make you want to break down crying because fuck, you couldn’t just almost get murdered, you also had to be a burden

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

As you lie on the couch, the night’s events replay in your head

And as your emotions build, every shitty thing that happened to you that particular week also replay in your head

As marko starts to patch you up, and dwayne takes over pinning your shoulders down, and david starts plotting the murder of whoever did this out loud, you just

Try to stop them from seeing that you are Not Doing Okay

And here comes second, even tougher challenge:

Hiding Your Feelings From Your Four Boyfriends

Yeahhh, you fail at this one, too

Paul notices the tears in your eyes right the fuck away

It helps that he’s looking at your face, and not focusing on the marko medical drama going on at your side

He reaches up towards your face and he just says

In the softest fucking voice

“Hey, what’s wrong baby?”

And you just

Snap

The tears come to the front, just a bit, but it doesn’t stop you from yelling

“Jesus fuck, CAN YOU ALL JUST FUCK OFF SO I CAN CRY ABOUT THIS ALONE? Go hunt, or something, just- just go away.”

…

They do not just go away

They don’t really know what to do with that

They just know that you’re hurting and it’s bad

And they Don’t want to leave you alone

So instead, paul and dwayne give your leg and shoulder a squeeze, respectively

In like, emotional solidarity

And david leans in towards you so that you can hear him say

“If one of us was stabbed, you would be upset, right?”

You nod and he continues

“So why is it any different for you? You’ve been stabbed, you’re allowed to have emotions.”

You’re in the middle of processing that when marko

dear marko

Gives your shoulder a very awkward pat and says

“Besides, crying is sexy!”

And he states it so matter-of-factly

And he does it with this little smile, that you’re sure is supposed to be comforting, but oh my god

David smacks him on the back of the head for that while you just

Start to giggle

It’s which devolves to a weird mix of laughter and tears

It’s like

Mostly laughter

Meanwhile, paul just starts to openly mock marko for his, “crying is sexy” comment

And before you know it, your side is properly bandaged up

Yay!

But of course, it isn’t over

Less yay!

You’re finally allowed to sit up, and immediately paul yoinks you into his side

He clings to you a little bit, too, like he’s not sure he’ll get to hold you ever again

And yknow what it makes sense, you’re human, and fleshy, and easily breakable, and you got stabbed

He’s allowed to be freaked out, too. They all are

Anyway

The second you’re up, david is on his knees in front of you again

His hands are on your thighs, and now it’s his turn to ask

“Now tell us, baby- who did this to you?”

You give them best description you can, and just like that, they’re all headed for the exit

Except for paul, who’s still clinging to you

But before they can leave you call out to them

And you say, “I’m sorry.”

Every single one of them freezes

The next voice you hear is david’s

He asks

“Why would you apologize?”

And you take a second to answer

Because in your head you have several answers for him, but it is

Very difficult to express them out loud

And as you figure out how the fuck you’re gonna verbalize any of your feelings, the boys come right back to you

Marko plops down on your other side, dwayne stands behind you, and again, david is in front of you

But you can really only focus on david, because once again, he’s on his knees with his hands on your thighs, and he’s looking at you with a mix of confusion and sadness that you rarely see on his face

And finally you say:

“I- um. I’m making all of you worry. And it was stupid of me to get stabbed in the first place, because I could’ve gotten myself killed, and then I fucking cried everywhere, and-”

And that’s where you get cut off

Because david leans in (and moves his hands up your thighs) and he says

“Now, why would you ever apologize for all of that?”

You look up and meet his eyes as he continues, but he’s turning to look at the boys around you as he says

“I mean, if we apologized for being stupid then Paul and Marko would never stop apologizing- and if we had to apologize for getting stabbed, well-”

Everyone looks at marko

And that little shit just grins like he didn’t almost get murdered by a bunch of teenagers, and he says

“I’m not apologizing for that.”

It’s a little shit thing to say, but david nods and says, “Exactly, so you don’t apologize either. It’d be stupid to apologize, okay?”

You nod a little bit, and he smiles and says

“That’s it, babe,” he kisses you on the forehead and he stands

“Now if you’ll excuse us, we have to go commit a murder. We’ll be back, don’t go anywhere. Paul, you’re good staying?”

Paul promptly buries his face in your shoulder and gives david a thumbs up

Marko stands up, stretches, and starts to bounce away

Dwayne leans down and kisses your temple before he also walks away

Marko then runs back to you to kiss your cheek (he got excited about the oncoming murder)

Aaand that leaves you and paul alone

You turn to face him

(you fail, because he’s not going to move his face from your shoulder until he wants to_

And you ask

“Hey, don’t you want to go do some murder? Doesn’t murder sound fun?”

And i mean it does

But that’s not the answer you get

The answer you get is a very stressed sounding

“IF YOU PEOPLE KEEP GETTING STABBED, I’M NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO MURDER BECAUSE EVERYONE I LOVE WILL BE STABBED.”

Yep, you and marko really did a number on this poor guy

So, that starts challenge three

Not Getting Stabbed For The Mental Health Of Your Four Boyfriends

It’s an easier challenge, you succeed at this one

Idk about marko tho, marko’s probably gonna get stabbed again. Not necessarily by a person. Maybe by a fence.

anyway

#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x gender neutral reader #tlb x reader #poly!the lost boys x reader #tlb david x reader #tlb paul x reader #tlb dwayne x reader #tlb marko x reader #poly!tlb x reader

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maleyanderecafe · 7 months

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I tried to escape from being a villainous daughter but the earnest good-natured Yandere Highness did not give me the peace I wanted (Manga)

Created by: Hatori Hato

Genre: Isekai/Smut

If you remember me translating some of their other works I will never let you go, so please be preyed on by me ~ The younger man I met in the countryside was a former Yandere boy from hell~ and Please Know That I’m Really Jealous ~A Former Yandere Boy Can Be Brutal To Get Married, I've come back and holy it is so difficult to translate isekai things. The same face is also killing me internally. Nevertheless, here's a good 70 pages of yandere smut stuff.

The story starts out with Mei worried about meeting up with one of the capture targets, before explaining how she was isekaied into this world, an r18 otome fantasy. Her goal is to basically get a harem route, however, she has to compete with two other villianesses, Ann and Julia who are much better at the game then him. Mei has died about four times, as she is often killed by the other villiannesses. While greeting Julia, she is interrupted by Prince Remy (yes, that's his name) who is happy to be with Mei. Mei refuses to dance with Prince Remy as he doesn't want to go to that route, but ends up sleeping with Prince Remy. A couple months pass and she seems to be living happily though she hasn't really met with the other capture targets. Soon after meeting up with Prince Remy, she dies after being beheaded by one of the villianesses, only to reincarnate the fifth time. She decides to live at home secluded from the outside world and happily does for many years until Prince Remy comes to visit. Prince Remy basically traps Mei in a room using a magic seal and has sex with her. He reveals that he remembers his past lives as well, wanting to protect Mei from the world. The next day while Mei is trying to escape, Prince Remy gives her a box that has the hairs of all the capture targets and villianesses. Mei realizes that the reason she's had such a peaceful life was because of Remy and the two have sex. While having sex, Mei realizes that she actually was really afraid of dying in all of her lives and the prince makes her vow to be with him forever. We learn soon after that the Prince basically forced the capture target Mage, Leo to create the spell, the one that locks them into the room and the one that bounds the Prince and Mei for the next lifetime, which ends up sucking up all of the Mage's powers forcing him to retire as a mage. While Prince Remy doesn't kill them thanks to his promise with Mei, he does torture Leo afterwards. The two have sex with each other one last time.

I got to say that this artist's same face is really uh, noticeable in this smut. I know a lot of smut artists (and just artists in general) tend to have problem with same face but man... It's pretty jarring. The plot on this one is more interesting than the two snake ones I will say, even if it is an isekai. The concept of having to fight with two other people in an isekai to get a harem ending is actually a pretty interesting concept, though of course the main character is the "weakest" out of them not wanting to even get the harem ending at one point, just wanting to survive. I will say that the way the plot goes is very confusing- it jumps between time so easily that it's easy to get confused. Especially when she dies in her fourth life, I didn't even realize that she had died until they mentioned it straight after and they don't even show any of the moments of what led to her death or anything. And the fact she just stayed inside for years on end without issue is very strange, especially to this world. We don't even know what technically happened to either of the other villianesses, whether or not they died or were tortured or get jailed. I also don't really know what took her so long to realize that this guy has memories of their past life together since it seemed pretty obvious the first time they met in this smut that they have. I also don't know why it took her so long to, you know, not deal with getting a harem route. She was murdered like 4 different times before she realized she could just be in the house, which has got to be painful considering she got beheaded once and poisoned once, I feel like you should have just stuck with the staying at home kind of thing first. But who knows after all, this is a smut and you shouldn't think about it.

Prince Remy, despite having a pretty dumb name, is a protective yandere which is different then Ren in the previous iterations. It makes sense that after seeing Mei die so many times because she was too kind or not ruthless enough that he would become overprotective, locking her in a room (through magic) and torturing anyone that hurt her. I do like the concept of a yandere that becomes the way they are because they have to protect their love. In this case, it's watching and failing to protect her from being beheaded (and possibly poisoned, though I'm not sure how long or even when Prince Remy retained his memory from), probably drove him to be overprotective and lock her up. I do like this concept of a yandere since it's the darling's actions that lead him to be overprotective.

At some point I'll probably be ready to do the Omegaverse yandere that this author has made but it will take me a bit so just be patient. It's weirdly complicated for a smut plot and honestly is confusing with the way it jumps around and inserts sex scenes in places it doesn't really need to be, but you know, smut is smut so.

#I tried to escape from being a villainous daughter but the earnest good-natured Yandere Highness did not give me the peace I wanted #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #oneshot #manga

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homeslices · 1 year

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Jealous Jealous Jealous Girl

A/N: This request really made me giggle and kick my feet. I put off writing my essay for this so I really hope you enjoy! (Sorry this took longer than I expected, It’s the longest fic I’ve written and it was not on purpose 😭) Also I thought Lana's song kinda fit this perfectly!!

Summary: You are Ellie’s outgoing, amazing, flirty girlfriend, but when you push Ellie a little too far, she reminds you that you are just as much hers as she is yours. (There is a little plot at the beginning)

Pairings: Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Smut

Ellie loves you. She really does. Everything about you. You’re the most beautiful girl she’s ever laid eyes on, you always put yourself out there, you’re outgoing, and take initiative in every situation. You also happen to be extremely flirtatious.

In all reality, it’s not that big of a deal. Actually, it's how you both got together in the first place. It’s just that, being flirty and touchy seems to be one of your traits not exclusive to your girlfriend.

That’s how it has always been though, even before Ellie. Now, she doesn’t blame you. She also hasn’t brought up to you, being the emotionally stubborn person she is. But, whenever you make a coy comment to one of your friends, laugh a little too hard at someone’s not-that-funny joke, or casually link arms and hold hands with someone that is not her, she gets a little green with envy.

She knows you wouldn’t cheat on her, she knows you’re loyal, and she knows you’re just messing around. She knew what she was getting into by dating you, nevertheless, everyone has their breaking points, and this very moment was Ellie’s.

There was a new girl to Jackson, and you took the invitation to make her feel welcomed. A little too welcomed in Ellie’s opinion. You and this girl also were scheduled for patrol the days Ellie and you didn’t have together, so naturally, having to trust each other with one another’s lives, you became fast friends.

You’ve introduced her to Ellie too, properly, not the “Ellie Intimidating New People” way. Ellie always felt as if the new girl was a little off. She didn’t mind your friends, she liked them in fact (considering most of your friends were mutual, she better). But this girl seemed strange.

Whenever you'd be done linking arms and to move your arm from hers, she almost refuses to let go. She always leans a little too close to you, even for your comfort. She’s clingy, never wanting to go anywhere if you’re not there. But, the biggest red flag was how she acted towards your girlfriend.

When you were around, she was always very cordial toward Ellie. She didn’t go out of her way to talk to her, but she did make conversation now and again, and was always very polite. But, whenever you left the room or just weren’t there, then it was like a switch had been flipped. She becomes cold, smug, and overall, a bitch.

This one time in particular when you were seeing her out of Ellie and your shared home, you gave her a hug and quick peck on the cheek as you do to all of your friends. The look she gave Ellie while she hugged you back though, pressing you closer to her body, made Ellie’s blood boil.

This was another thing Ellie had yet to voice to you. Now you weren’t stupid. You may have been naive to this girl’s advances, but you’re very in tune with your girlfriend. So when you noticed Ellie’s jaw clenching, or her eyes turning cold whenever you mention or see that friend, you knew something was up.

So, to make your girlfriend more comfortable (and yourself because that friend was getting a little too close for comfort) you started to distance yourself from the girl. Everything was going well too, Ellie and you were actually both happier with this space from her and you knew you made the right choice (not that it was much of a choice anyways, you’d do anything to make your girlfriend happy).

However, it all came crashing down when the metaphoric straw, more like brick, broke the camel's back for Ellie.

It was one of the days that you had that girl as a partner for parol, which actually went by quicker than you expected. Now, while you did put distance in between the two of you, you still were friendly. So when she insisted on walking you back to your place, you complied.

Ellie could see you from the window in your front room as you said goodbye, giving the girl a pat on her arm, instead of your usual hug and kiss on the cheek.

It was very clear that this girl did not like that, so she took your hand that you just used to touch her arm, pulled you in and leaned in to kiss you. In shock, but having fast reflexes, you quickly turn your head.

The door of your house slammed open and the girl jumped away from you in surprise. Turning, you see your auburn hair girlfriend look enraged as she stares at the bitch behind you.

Ellie then looks at you, eyes aflamed. “Get inside,” her voice was chilling, and you were quick to do as you were told ducking under her arm that was leaning on the doorframe.

As you walked in your house you could hear Ellie behind you speak to the girl, “and you” her voice was vicious now. “I better not see you near my fucking girlfriend again.”

You couldn’t hear her response as your door was swiftly slammed shut and locked.

You shift your weight from one foot to another nervously. Ellie was pissed, more than pissed, she was furious, and when she slowly turned towards you, it took all you had not to take a few steps back.

A moment of silence passed before her voice cuts through the air.

“What the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know Ellie, I didn’t know she-”

“What that she wanted to fuck you? That she wanted to take you away from me?” She scoffs. “I find that very hard to believe.”

“I didn’t.” You plead with her.

You know you didn’t. She knows you didn’t. But she still needed to get this point across to you.

“You’re mine.”

Her voice was dripping with dominance, and all you could do was nod your head.

Ellie didn’t like that though, she needed words, she needed for you to fully understand

You watched as she made her way towards you, the only sound in the air was her footsteps, and she only stopped when she was centimeters away. Her eyes looked predatory and you had to stop yourself from shrinking away.

One of her hands gripped you around your waist while the other one trailed up your arm, the same arm that one girl used to pull you near her. She slowly inched her way up, soon skimming her fingers over the side of your shoulder, neck, then suddenly her hand grips your jaw.

Your mouth goes dry, and you begin to feel a dull throb in your core.

“Right?”

All you could do was let out a shaky mhm, but that wasn’t good enough for your girlfriend. No, she wanted to engrave herself to your mind, soul, body, and heart. What she didn’t realize, too blinded by jealousy to see, was that she was all you could think about. And the way she was looking at you right now, was making you crave her in the most primal ways.

There was a shift in Ellie’s eyes, still pissed off, but there was a spark of desire, as if she could read your mind at that very minute.

That spark soon became a fire.

Ellie’s lips crash on yours fervently, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance, which your girlfriend quickly wins.

Somehow, without tripping, you both make your way to your bedroom, mouths only parting to strip each other of clothes.

In what feels like seconds, the back of your knees find the bed. Ellie pushes you back then quickly climbs on top of you.

Her hands, which were previously holding your face, slowly trail down your body, pausing to pinch your erect nipples. This only causes you to let out a loud whine and quickly bring your hands up to grip your girlfriend's forearm, needing something to ground yourself.

Ellie makes a 'tch' noise and prys your hands off her, only for you to let out a whimper of disapproval.

Your girlfriend only sits back on your hips while holding both of your wrists in one hand. She stares at your chest rising and falling rapidly and your already fucked out face, lips puffy and pupils blown wide.

“You think you deserve to touch me?”

You hesitate, mind not being able to keep up with her words. Ellie didn’t like that though, so she reaches her free hand to grip your jaw like she did previously.

“Answer the question pretty girl.”

A broken, “no” passes through your lips, and lucky Ellie decides to grant you a little mercy by accepting your answer.

“That’s right, no you don’t,” reaching behind you, she grabs an object you couldn’t see. “So we’re going to take care of that.”

Object was soon revealed to be one of her belts, which, in a blink, found home around your wrists and the bed frame, keeping you in place.

“This okay baby? Not too tight?” Ellie asks as she sporadically places open mouthed kisses across your body.

“Yeah, s’okay Els,” you slur out, too focused on her repetitive kissing and the now throbbing sensation placed at your core.

If Ellie were to look in between your legs, she’d find your folds glistening in your slick.

Your auburn hair girlfriend just hums and her eyes flick up to you.

“Gotta show everyone who you belong to pretty girl.”

Placing a kiss at the center of your chest, she works her way up, stopping at the column of your throat. That kissing soon turned to biting, then sucking, as Ellie marked all over your throat, chest, and breasts.

At this point you were panting like a bitch in heat and could only grab the belt for a life line. Ellie worked her way down, claiming you as she did, and once she finished marking the insides of your thighs, there wasn’t a place on your body that wasn’t covered in hickeys and bite marks

She watches you intensely as she finally was face to face with your dripping cunt, and once her mouth wraps around your poor neglected clit, your eyes immediately roll to the back of your head, causing you to miss the smug look Ellie was giving you.

A finger quickly enters your sopping heat, and soon a second follows, a loud moan is ripped out of you as the third one joins the other two. You're a puddle at this point, all you can do is whimper out Ellie’s name as her fingers hit that spongy spot inside you over and over again.

That coil in your stomach was tightening, and you were so close to cumming. Your walls were fluttering, whimpers getting pitches higher, eyes started to close, and out of habit, you voice everything to your girlfriends.

Your quiet, “Els m’bouta cum,” was the only noise that filled the room besides the pornographic wet sounds coming from between your legs.

Then suddenly, as that coil was about to snap, everything stopped.

Your eyes fly open in shock and disbelief, only to see Ellie watching you amused as she sucks your juices from her fingers.

Popping them out of her mouth, a smirk falls over her lips, which were covered in your slick.

“What? You didn’t actually think I was going to let you cum did you?”

“Ellie!” You cry out desperately, desperate to cum, desperate for her.

“Aw don’t worry baby, we’re not done yet.”

Just as she finished her sentence, she moved out of your line of sight. You heard the opening of a draw, and the sound of something else that was very familiar, but you could identify it it in your fucked out state.

Yet when your girlfriend walked back over to you, you realized instantly that she was no longer bare, instead, resting against her pelvis, was a purple strap.

“Think you’re ready for me baby?”

You nod enthusiastically as Ellie climbs on the bed again and amusingly watches you open your legs wider.

The silicone cock rubs against your slick folds, bumping against your clit everytime it goes up and down. You whine achingly, needing her, needing your Ellie.

“Please,” you cry out, as the cock bumps against your clit for what seems like the millionth time.

“Alright pretty girl, you can stop your whining,” She paused. “Just be sure to say my name.”

Then, Ellie takes that silicone cock and slides it all the way in.

The loud sound of Ellie’s name is ripped from your chest, and as soon as your girlfriend bottoms out, she swiftly begins a fast, hard pace.

She crashes her lips to yours once again, and snuck one hand down to rub quick circles around your throbbing clit. The coil that was building up previously and ruined, soon came back twice as fast as it did previously.

Slick was covering the strap base, and the sound of your wetness flowed through the air, along with your broken moans.

Your eyes rolled back once Ellie found that spongy spot in you again, and once she found it, she hit it every single time.

You could hear Ellie’s grunts as she dove into you, and god, it brought you ever closer to the edge.

“Els please,” you plead, barely able to get the two words out.

A sharp stinging sensation suddenly snaps across your cheek, and clenching hard around the fake cock, you realize Ellie had slapped your face. Not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough so you could feel the tingly sensation.

You let out a guttural moan, and finally your girlfriend responds.

“Say you’re mine baby, and I’ll let you cum,” she breathes out.

“M’ yours Els, all yours, only yours.”

You’re babbling nonsense at this point, Ellie could only make out her name before the gibberish started. So, smugly, Ellie speeds up her pace and places a few more marks on your neck, sucking your sweet spots to bring you closer to the edge.

Then that coil that has been building and building for what seems like forever, finally snaps at Ellie’s final sentence.

“Cum for me, pretty girl.”

You gush all over the both of you, and white consumes your vision. You knew this is what euphoria was, nothing could feel better than floating in bliss. And once you came back, it was still like ecstasy as your girlfriend was holding you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Your wrists were now free of your restraints, and the both of you were now clean of your release.

“Such a good girl for me.”

You could finally make out some of the things Ellie was saying to you through your clouded brain. You wrap your arms around her and bury your face in her chest.

“M’ sorry Els,” you mumble out, suddenly feeling a weight of guilt crushing you.

If you figured out how that girl felt before, you wouldn’t have had that argument with your girlfriend in the first place.

“S’not your fault baby, you didn’t know.”

Cupping your face, she gently makes you face her.

“We’re okay, everything is okay.”

She uses her thumb to lovingly brush against your cheek.

“Promise?” you sounded uncertain.

At this, Ellie presses her lips to you in a much more affectionate and pure way.

“Promise.”

The next morning, while you and Ellie were walking hand in hand in Jackson, that girl crossed your path, not making eye contact with either you or your girlfriend. No, instead her gaze was directed towards your bare neck, covered in the reminder Ellie gave you, and the warning she gave to others.

If she can’t have you, no one else in this world can.

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tloz: tears of the kingdom starters

WARNING: spoilers !

❝ there doesn’t seem to be any danger at the moment. ❞ ❝ history and legend sometimes blur together. ❞ ❝ i think you’ve caused quite a stir since your arrival here... ❞ ❝ i think you do look weird. so there, chew on that. ❞ ❝ i feel like i should apologize for dragging you into this mess. ❞ ❝ there’s no need to get so worked up. ❞ ❝ you allowed your heart to falter. that is the quickest way to fall on the battlefield. ❞ ❝ i’ll fight by your side till the very end. ❞ ❝ as with any leader, it is my duty to safeguard and protect my people. ❞ ❝ you are burdened with a mission of monumental importance. ❞ ❝ it was my hubris that set us on this path. ❞ ❝ i get it, you’re young --- you feel invincible. ❞ ❝ i thought you had harder bark on you than that. ❞ ❝ this little village used to be as quiet as a dusty old tomb. ❞ ❝ i don’t know who you are, but i’m sorry you have to see me like this. ❞ ❝ i feel a lot better after talking to you. ❞ ❝ you should have seen the look on your face. ❞ ❝ please, no need to look so petrified. ❞ ❝ you’re alone too, right? alone is good. ❞ ❝ you have disgusting, unwavering commitment to do ‘good’. ❞ ❝ i apologize. i keep getting lost in my thoughts. ❞ ❝ you’re finding this all a little scary, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ did you hear me singing? how embarrassing. ❞ ❝ you might want to make other plans...if you value your life. ❞ ❝ i suppose fate really wanted the two of us to run into each other again. ❞ ❝ you use your power to crush the weak...to serve evil. ❞ ❝ you will die knowing that you failed. ❞ ❝ you heard that strange voice too, right? ❞ ❝ this is a lot to learn all of a sudden, i know. ❞ ❝ did you know if you put your ear to a well, you can hear the wailing of the dead? ❞ ❝ i see the shadow of death upon your face. ❞ ❝ it seems skill and confidence is in short supply. ❞ ❝ that pride will be your downfall. ❞ ❝ i’ve gotta say. your stories are always so wild. ❞ ❝ did i manage to keep a smile on my face? ❞ ❝ you take for granted the godlike power you have in your hands. ❞ ❝ nevertheless, i can’t shake this strange tightness in my chest. ❞ ❝ why do i get the feeling we’re being watched? ❞ ❝ sorry you had to listen to me go on and on like that. ❞ ❝ anyway, i’m sorry for teasing you. ❞ ❝ uh...what’s with the face? ❞ ❝ what was it you wanted to discuss with me in private? ❞ ❝ were you looking for me? i’m honored! ❞ ❝ one cannot accomplish great feats without allies at one’s side. ❞ ❝ it’s important to help each other in times of need. ❞ ❝ i hate the way rain feels, but i don’t mind how it sounds. reminds me of waves crashing on the beach. ❞ ❝ you look distracted. what’s wrong? ❞ ❝ things with ‘legendary’ in the title are usually just stories. ❞ ❝ do you really think i hadn’t realized your deceit? ❞ ❝ what are you doing in a place like this? ❞ ❝ i never thought i’d see such a marvel with my very own eyes. ❞ ❝ thank goodness. if something had happened to you...i... ❞ ❝ how did you find this place? what cruel ploy are you plotting? ❞ ❝ it seems that the world is still in a wretched state. ❞ ❝ enough is enough! you are not acting like yourself! ❞ ❝ i can see right through you, whether you want me to or not. you are yielding to the fear of losing someone you love again. ❞ ❝ i can see it in your face. i don’t hold that special place in your heart. ❞ ❝ light and dark - one cannot exist without the other. ❞ ❝ do not get lost in the past. you must keep moving ever onward. ❞ ❝ it is best when those who care for each other are open and honest, even when it is difficult. ❞ ❝ push yourself too hard and you become your own worst enemy. ❞ ❝ look at all those scars...you must have fought a lot in your life. ❞ ❝ i am hesitant to admit it, but our success was thanks to your support. ❞ ❝ you look very pleased with yourself. ❞ ❝ i was giving in to my fear of once more losing someone i love. ❞ ❝ hold still, and don’t fret. i’ll take care of everything. this won’t hurt a bit. ❞ ❝ did you think i’d deceived you? perish the thought. ❞ ❝ i’m always here. should you ever have need of me, you need only ask. ❞ ❝ it’s amusing, isn’t it? our little back-and-forths. ❞ ❝ i just don’t want anyone to drop dead right in front of me. that’ll give me some nasty dreams. ❞ ❝ there it is. that inexplicable smirk upon your face. ❞ ❝ what were you praying for? long life? wealth? ❞ ❝ you get even cuter when you’re blushing. ❞ ❝ it is all right. i swear it. i am not going anywhere. ❞ ❝ i never thought...never dared dream...that i’d live to see the day we could all laugh together again like this. ❞ ❝ i’ve seen enough faces in this job that i can tell from looking at one if someone’s lying to me. ❞ ❝ you’ll come visit me again, right? ❞ ❝ i hope that ours will be a long and profitable relationship. ❞ ❝ this must be what the end of the world looks like. ❞ ❝ there’s nothing wrong with asking if you can help, you know. ❞ ❝ i knew there was a bright smile in there somewhere. ❞ ❝ let’s not pretend it won’t look absolutely dashing on you. ❞ ❝ no matter. you will not live to see another sunrise. ❞ ❝ you cannot hope to escape your fate. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry. i know i’m always throwing you into dangerous situations. ❞ ❝ hear my name and tremble in fear. ❞ ❝ it seems you have met with great danger once more. ❞ ❝ i actually...secretly followed you. ❞ ❝ there’s no shortage of strange happenings these days. ❞ ❝ anyone tell you it’s rude to stare? ❞ ❝ sitting here feeling sorry for myself won’t solve anything. ❞ ❝ at my age...well, very little surprises me. ❞ ❝ there are more mysteries waiting for us down here, i know it. ❞ ❝ i’m only telling you this because you seem like a trustworthy sort. ❞ ❝ we are bound by fate, you and i. ❞ ❝ i’d have preferred to stay with you a while longer. ❞ ❝ you will have to do something about that fear eventually. ❞ ❝ now i live for vengeance. ❞ ❝ so you’re our saviour, eh? i thought you’d be tougher looking. ❞ ❝ sorry about that. the sadness just gets to me sometimes. ❞ ❝ you were involved, weren’t you? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry, i’m just surprised. i mean, you don’t seem all that strong. ❞ ❝ did i...see what i thought i saw? ❞ ❝ just forget it. it’s not important. ❞ ❝ we cannot afford to stand still at a time such as this. it is imperative that we act. ❞ ❝ disappointed that i wasn’t shocked and aghast at the very sight of you? ❞ ❝ you must be pretty strong beneath the surface. ❞ ❝ what happened? is this your doing? ❞ ❝ i can see right through you, whether you want me to or not. ❞ ❝ just watching you move, i can tell you’re no ordinary person. ❞ ❝ whatever is troubling you? why are you hesitating so? ❞ ❝ good...evil...that’s the futile perspective of narrow-minded beings. ❞ ❝ are you here because you’ve heard about me? ❞ ❝ one difficulty has been overcome, and yet another has appeared in its wake. ❞ ❝ once i rest up, i’ll be hitting the road again. i’ve stayed here too long as it is. ❞ ❝ we have to train. we have to get stronger. we have to get ready for what’s next. ❞ ❝ is everyone all right? nobody’s injured? ❞ ❝ i’m the one who made such a mess of things, after all. ❞ ❝ it is a mighty opponent, certainly, but we must not falter. ❞ ❝ what’s with that look? you don’t think i can do it? ❞ ❝ what’s the matter? you can tell me, weirdly handsome dude. ❞ ❝ why is everybody so quick to believe the silliest things? ❞ ❝ i dearly wish that i could believe what you are saying. however, at present...i simply cannot do that. ❞ ❝ wow, listen to me. with every breath, i spew out brilliance. ❞ ❝ for a long time, i have been concerned that you are holding yourself back. ❞ ❝ i feel like you weren’t getting what i was going for there. way to kill the mood. ❞ ❝ can’t talk my way out of this one... ❞ ❝ this is normally where i’d give you a chance to respond, but i’d like to talk about me instead. ❞ ❝ never forget that we are all standing beneath the very same sun. the only distance that matters is the distance between our hearts. ❞ ❝ i lost my head a little there. i’m not too proud of the way i behaved. ❞ ❝ i’m sure an answer will come to you. wisdom takes time. ❞ ❝ i must truly be getting on in years to have allowed a mere monster to catch me off guard. ❞ ❝ you really don’t know your place, do you? ❞ ❝ do you really think we hadn’t realised your deceit? ❞ ❝ you heart is like a chicken’s egg --- easily given but easy to break. ❞ ❝ your wounds were severe...i am relieved to see you escape death. ❞ ❝ i’m told that your skill in swordplay is unmatched. ❞ ❝ what, you’ve never heard of me? ❞ ❝ where were you? you disappeared on me so suddenly. i was worried sick. ❞ ❝ oh my. i’m surprised to hear you say such a thing. ❞ ❝ i wonder how many times we’ve met in our past lives. ❞ ❝ so what if you don’t say what you really think. i won’t hold that against you. ❞ ❝ though our time together has been brief, i am so happy that we finally met. ❞ ❝ what’re you thinking, strolling into this war zone? ❞ ❝ you’ll keep your trap shut if you know what’s good for you. ❞ ❝ i sense a fierce battle ahead, the likes of which we have never before faced. ❞ ❝ i can feel the moonlight pouring down, cleansing my spirit. ❞ ❝ you’re not needed round here any more. ❞ ❝ that mystery just leads us straight into another. ❞ ❝ it is very difficult to rest peacefully when things like this happen. ❞ ❝ sometimes i’m so smart, i scare myself a little. ❞ ❝ ever try getting info out of a boulder? well, that boulder’s ME. ❞ ❝ i prefer to keep work and my personal time separate. ❞ ❝ sure, you look like a strong breeze could blow you over, but you are solid as stone. ❞ ❝ that pride will be your downfall. ❞ ❝ i’ve been abandoned by love...by luck...by happiness. ❞ ❝ at last...i have been waiting for you to arrive. ❞ ❝ i am stunned. i am in complete and utter awe with you. ❞ ❝ despite all we have endured, my feelings for you have never altered. they never shall. ❞ ❝ am i some sort of villain? or a force for good? ❞ ❝ i’m just fated to be unhappy. steer clear or you’ll catch my misfortune. ❞ ❝ you’re your own worst enemy sometimes. ❞ ❝ i will crush any opposition. i will rule. ❞ ❝ that’s an old dangerous road absolutely crawling with monsters. ❞ ❝ now that you’ve seen it, i can’t let you live. ❞ ❝ you look like a gentle soul who wouldn’t hurt anything. ❞ ❝ my body...my mind...everything. i’ll sacrifice it all to destroy you. ❞ ❝ i had almost forgotten the thrill of battle. that feeling as blood surges in my veins... ❞ ❝ i bet evil always scatters when you show up. ❞ ❝ it’s important to remember that luck and love aren’t things that run out. sometimes they just take the long way to get to you. ❞ ❝ i’m gonna make my ancestors proud today. ❞ ❝ this world should be shrouded in darkness, not bathed in insufferable light. ❞ ❝ it would have been more...satisfying to overcome a worthy foe. ❞ ❝ a mere mortal will not stand in my way. ❞ ❝ you’d walk away...from someone in need? ❞ ❝ you have proven yourself, and you no longer need me. ❞ ❝ i have some heartbreaking news to share. this will be tough to bear, but i ask that you stay strong. ❞ ❝ you might think of this as ‘hush money,’ and...yes. that’s what it is.. ❞ ❝ now, let’s both pretend like this never happened. ❞ ❝ you might think i’m a hopeless coward...and you wouldn’t be entirely wrong. ❞

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aeferfckr · 10 months

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LAST NIGHT'S ENGAGEMENT

you blink once, then twice, then another time for good measure. 'if this wasn't your ceiling', you ponder as your eye scans across the room you are in, 'then...' "where the fuck am i..."

content warnings. nsfw, reat at ur own risk. afab!reader (no pronouns specified). one night stand. semi public sex. fingering. finger sucking. mating press. shapeshifting. nicknames (windblume, my love)

your vision slowly unblurs as you open your eyes before sqiunting them shut again from the bright sunlight. you definitely slept in this morning as you try to reach over to your phone.

as soon as you fully extend your arm, your whole body shudders as it cramps up. maybe you slept wrong, or your arm just decided to plot against you. nevertheless, you check the time on your phone — 11:53.

you have work.

well, you had work

you tried to jump out of bed to get ready, but your body punished you very quickly. your legs didn't have the strength for you to swing them around the bedside, and you just ended up cramping your thigh harder.

you manage to shuffle back onto your pillow as you breathe a deep sigh. you look up to the unfamiliar ceiling above you, trying to find a path through the several curls and swerves engraved in its–

wait... unfamiliar ceiling?

you blink once, then twice, then another time for good measure. 'if this wasn't your ceiling', you ponder as your eye scans across the room you are in, 'then...'

"where the fuck am i..."

"aa-aah, fuuckkk!"

with the sudden clarity, you realize that there is someone else in this strange bed with you from the weight on the other side of the bed. their body slowly rising and falling as they sleep, their back flexing in their sleep.

"who is this?" you wonder out loud, trying ti get a good look at husvface without your body cramping...

he draws circles along your clit as he purrs into your ear, sultry words of pure filth pouring out of his tongue like honey. you squirm and mewl, sandwiched between his body and the wall. your senses being overwhelmed by the pleasure and the base boosted music in the background.

however, he seems to be more focused on your moans

"tch tch, you're making too much noise, darling. what if people downstairs hear? oh no, we can't have that~"

your cries quickly muffled as he sticks his fingers down your throat. he rubs the texture of your tongue with his index,

"come on now. suck it, would ya?"

your pitch soars as he explores both your pussy and your mouth. your legs buck as he pulls your skin to form dark hickeys, vision blurring from tears. your eyes cross and your tongue lolles out as you cum...

you audilby gasp at the sudden memory and shiver at your sudden reaslization - you were ass naked. the same dark spots plus more litter your neck and collarbone.

you look over to the person that you supposedly slept with as your eyebrows furrow. he looks nothing like him.

he had shaggy brown hair, gorgeous gambogeish grey eyes that stared into your very soul, and was well built. the person who lies beside you doesn't have any of these features.

you furrow your eyebrowns as the gears in your brain churn, you've definitely seen this guy before.

very rarely, but still.

he's the bard that sings drunkenly in angel's share. his lyre in one hand with a glass of dandelion wine or a pint glass of beer in the other as he sings his drunken heart away — with the occasional interruption of a hiccup, of course.

the bard makes a small noise in his sleep as he turns to face you in the bed, his eyebrows are tense, and he tries to sink impossibly further into the warmth of the bed.

he looks angelic.

maybe it's his soft skin the squishes against the pillow under him, or the slight glow of the teal tips of his hair. you don't know, and frankly — you don't care. he can not be real right now.

you want to reach out to touch him, touch the angel that has descended from heaven onto your weary soul, to thank him. to praise him.

as the tip of your finger touches the tip of his nose, a lusty moan is pulled from your lips.

your knees are raised to your face as the stranger plows into your hole. it's painful, it hurts, it burns.

oh, but it burns so good.

he pulls your trembling body to the edge of the bed as he traces his slim fingers along your cheek,

"why are you running away, windblume? i thought you wanted this."

his sly mouth and coy tone makes you shrink into your hands out of embarrassment, to which they are quickly pulled away by him and is replaced by his tongue.

his tongue explores every cavern of your mouth while you lay there and take it. he starts up his merciless pace again as you hrab at the roots of his hair.

"are you satisfied, my love? this is exactly how your little knight crush would do it, riiiight?~"

you were crying at this point, everything felt too good.

"nnggh.. nooo, i- hah."

"'you' what?, i can't understand you." he says as he parts the heated kiss, placing his palm to your jugular and squeezing ever so slightly

"you're... hah.... better"

"oh? am i, now?"

you then start to babble on about how good he is, how good you felt, how this is much better than you expected with him.

you look at him with teary eyes — albeit your vision is blurred, you can still make out his brown hair, and the small dots of gambogeish known as his eyes. you smiled as you finished.

your vision blurred even more, but something seemed off about your knightly crush. the tips of his hair seemed to glow a strong teal, his skin getting fairer, and his face becoming impossibly more coy.

before you could comment on how different he looked, he came in you. the feeling of him inside you drew you straight off the edge as you lost consciousness...

you quickly draw back your hand to cover your agape mouth, a loud gasp following after.

'so.. he.. what the hell..' your brain tailed to wrap around the possibility that this bard has become.. holy shit.

your heart nearly fell out of your chest when you heard someone sigh, but it was the bard looking right up at you.

"good morning, windblume. i hope you rested well after last night's engagement~"

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gunterfan1992 · 9 months

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Episode Review: "Fionna Campbell"/"Simon Petrikov" (Fionna & Cake, Eps. 1-2)

If you had told me on the day that Adventure Time was canceled that almost a decade into the future, I would still be writing reviews about new episodes, I would have never believed you. And yet, today saw the release of not one, but two new episodes. (It seems that the fun really will never end!) What a world we live in!

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When I first heard that Fionna and Cake would be the focus of the newest Adam Muto-produced Adventure Time spin-off, I was a touch apprehensive. It is not that I disliked the characters... I just worried that they might not be able to anchor ten 22-minute episodes. After all, the two were always something of a funny gimmick. Other than explaining if they were real, what more was there to say about them?

My tentative apprehension started to dissipate when I learned that the one, the only Simon Petrikov would play a major part in the miniseries. Simon was always a strong character, and there was much to his story that still needed to be teased out. His presence in the miniseries signaled one thing: Fionna and Cake would not just be a fluffy romp, but rather one of mythological significance! Needless to say, my interest was fully piqued, and I began to count down the days when the miniseries would debut.

And now that the first two episodes are out, I am happy to say that my tentative fears were likely misplaced. Indeed, if "Fionna Campbell" and "Simon Petrikov" are indicative of the overall quality of this miniseries, we're in for a good time!

So let's dig in!

Airdate: August 31, 2023

Story by: Anthony Burch, Adam Muto, Hanna K. Nyström, Jack Pendarvis, Kate Tsang

Storyboarded by: Hanna K. Nyström, Anna Syvertsson, Haewon Lee, Jacob Winkler

Directed by: Ryann Shannon (supervising), Hans Tseng (art)

The miniseries kicks off with "Fionna Campbell," which follows the story of Fionna the human... No, not that Fionna the Human. This Fionna does not live in a magic land, and it is only in her dreams that she's a swashbuckling hero. Instead, the Fionna we meet lives in a mundane world very much like our own. This Fionna seems to feel as if she fundamentally lacks any sense of purpose. Accompanying her throughout her non-adventures in this alternate reality is Fionna's (non-magical) cat, Cake. The main plot of the episode begins after Cat and Fionna have a strange dream, whereupon Cake begins to act erratically; it is almost like she desperately needs to be in contact with ice of all things. After a series of humorous set pieces in which Fionna repeatedly discusses the dullness of her reality with a variety of uncannily familiar characters, Cake goes bananas and makes a mad dash for an ice cream cart. As Fionna gives chase, Cake dives into the cart, which turns into a magic portal and teleports Cake to a different world...

Of the two episodes discussed in this review, "Fionna Campbell" was the least impactful. Do not misunderstand me: It was still a fun, charming episode, but it did little more than introduce us to our heroines and set up the plot of the miniseries. The issue with this is that it makes much of the episode, on a strictly narrative level, superfluous (for instance, were you to have Cake dart over to Fionna's ice dispenser and have it—rather than an ice cream cart—the overall story would still work just fine). But while much of this episode is technically "unnecessary," it nevertheless mines a lot of goodwill and humor by introducing us to gender-bent "real world" versions of beloved Adventure Time characters (e.g., "Queen" [Queen of Ooo], "Ellis P." [Lumpy Space Prince], "Gary Prince" [Prince Gumball]). Perhaps I am biased as a Marceline fan, but hands-down the best of the gender-bent bunch is Marshall Lee, played once again by the uber-talented and oh-so-witty Donald Glover. (That said, Pen Ward's oddball hobo-vet character, "Ellis P.," is a close second.)

Regardless of any narrative weirdness, I applaud Muto et al. for approaching this Fionna and Cake storyline from a different angle. It would have been very, very easy to simply drop us back into the genderbent world that we have already visited in the main series. This, honestly, is what I was expecting the series to do. Instead, the writers decided to introduce versions of Fionna and Cake that feel more like they are from our world. This makes them solid audience surrogates. Over the course of the episode, I came to see Fionna as a character in and of herself, not just as a female version of Finn. Likewise, Cake felt less like "feline Jake," and more like a goofy house cat (albeit one that has a case of the Zoomies from Hell). "Fionna Campbell," in a word, gives Fionna and Cake a chance to become their own people before throwing them into the wider world of Ooo.

Airdate: August 31, 2023

Story by: Anthony Burch, Adam Muto, Hanna K. Nyström, Jack Pendarvis, Kate Tsang

Storyboarded by: Iggy Craig, Graham Falk, Jim Campbell, Lucyola Langi

Directed by: Steve Wolfhard (supervising), Hans Tseng (art)

After the purposefully abrupt ending to "Fionna Campbell," we are suddenly thrown head first back into the familiar Land of Ooo with "Simon Petrikov."

This episode picks up several years after the main series. Simon is now living a, shall we say, "unorthodox life in a museum-like facility, where he is treated as a relic of the past. He has lost his sense of purpose and direction, and he struggles with loneliness and boredom. Simon, in a word, is depressed. It does not help matters that people keep asking him about "his" Fionna and Cake novels--novels that he repeatedly emphasizes Ice King wrote. Alas, it is no use, and so Simon goes to the tavern owned by Dirt Beer Guy (A+ cameo) to drink his sorrows away. It is here that he runs into a 20-something Finn in all his himbo glory. Finn sees that Simon isn't doing well and insists that he must go on an adventure to reclaim his joie de vivre. Simon reluctantly follows Finn into the most primordial corner of Ooo, where the two are nearly killed multiple times.

At the end of the episode, Simon returns to his museum-home feeling just as bad as he did before. After sneaking off into his closet, we learn that his depression has driven him to create a shrine to GOLB; using the demoniac power of Evil Choose Goose, he subsequently attempts to summon the deity, presumably to reconnect with Betty. But, just like the best laid plans of mice and men, Simon's scheme fails to summon any eldritch abominations, but it does open up the portal we saw at the end of "Fionna Campbell." And out from this portal pops Cake the Cat!

The episode immediately shifts to Prismo's time room, where we see an alarm on the wish-master's remote begin to blink ominously…

Wow, what an episode!

I appreciate the focus "Simon Petrikov" places on depression and the struggle against nihilism. Simon, after all, is a man thrust into a new world. Everything he used to strive for is gone. Even the madness that took his old world away from him is gone. This might sound like a good thing, but interestingly, it seems to have had a deleterious effect on Simon’s psyche: Previously, when Simon was metaphorically locked within the recesses of Ice King's mind, he had something to strive for: He could overcome the crown’s curse and regain his sanity. And then he did! Thus, Ice King ended and Simon was back. But alas, his arrival occurred at the literal end of the story. The big bad was gone. The goal had been reached. All that was left was the ride into the sunset. But Simon could not do that, because even though he regained his sanity, it ultimately cost him his love, Betty.

I won't lie: I found Simon's story to be deeply relatable. For those who don't know, I recently earned my PhD. It was a long, uphill battle, and after I earned that degree… I didn't know what to do. In truth, I still don't know what to do. I have been a student almost my entire life, and now the rest of that life lays out in front of me. I achieved what I originally wanted; it is time to figure out what I currently want. Honestly, it has been an occasionally gloomy time, and I won't lie, I have struggled quite a bit with depression these last few months just trying to figure everything out. In doing so, I have realized just how much of my life I have sunk into my degree. It has been a bit disheartening to realize that while I have a doctorate, but it cost me the entirety of my 20s to get it. So yes, while I did not lose the love of my life to an eldritch demon-god, I still empathize with Simon's listlessness and his existential angst. (As an aside, post-PhD depression is very a real thing, y'all!)

When you have gained what you thought you wanted and lost that which was really important, what do you do? Of course, it is easy to simply collapse in despair. This is capitulation to vulgar nihilism, and it is something that I have struggled with ("Why even bother doing anything..."). At the start of "Simon Petrikov," the titular character is very close to this collapse, too. Indeed, Simon starts off in a dark place, but paradoxically, this darkness holds the seeds that can grow into a life-changing journey. After all, when we are at our lowest, the only (productive) way to go is up. Put most simply, Finn was actually right: Simon needs an adventure to reignite within him that sense of drive and purpose. But the catch here is that that adventure needs to be meaningful to Simon. It needs to spark something unique within his soul. The bizarro arrival of Cake may thus be exactly what he needs. Cake is not just a mystery—she's a mystery that perhaps only Simon can solve, since it was Simon (or, at least a version of him) who dreamed her up in the first place!

Simon now has a purpose.

Purpose.

Once again, Adventure Time is reminding us of the importance of "purpose." Purpose, the show seems to be saying, is what gives meaning to our lives, what motivates us to overcome challenges, and what inspires us to contribute to society. Without purpose, we may feel lost, empty, or hopeless. What, then, is the show suggesting we do to gain this sense of purpose? It is hard to say, given that the miniseries isn't over, but my guess is that the show is emphasizing that while meaning can emerge from even the most chance of occurrences, it is not enough to just recognize these coincidences. Instead, we have to seize them, embrace them, and make them our own. We have to act on our purpose, and not let it slip away. At the end of "Simon Petrikov," Simon is put in this exact spot, and while he might show some reluctance to seize the moment, something tells me that he'll eventually act in a major way.

Am I on the right track? I guess we'll have to wait a few weeks to find out!

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When news about the series first started to leak, I remember there was a lot of hubbub about its more "adult" tone. I was a bit apprehensive when I heard this; part of what I love about Adventure Time is that it is capable of being scary and profound without having to stoop to the shock value of cheap swears and bloody violence. After seeing these episodes, my worries have mostly been put to rest. After all, most of the "swearing" is pretty mild, and it seems to be used rather judiciously. (That said, I did a double take when Cake told Fionna to "Puke [the bad guy] up"—I thought she said another "-uck" word!) On top of all that, it was often just funny! Queenie shrieking "Jesus!" when Fionna ripped her pants off was comedy gold, as was Finn's line about "bust[ing Simon's] balls" back in the day. I'm a bit more ambivalent when it comes to the gorier elements (e.g., Finn killing that mudskipper in a bloody splatter), but that's largely because it feels a bit incongruous with the lighthearted Land of Ooo that we know. Adventure Time was often violent, this is true, but it was rarely gory. That said, the violence in these episodes is not over the top—this isn't Superjail! or anything—and I hope the show continues to maintain that nice balance. Right now, everything mostly feels "right."

All in all, these were solid episodes. In addition to all the positives that I outlined above, there were a variety of other things that made me smile. I'm quite happy that the show is returning to the multiverse lore, as I always felt that was a story thread that the show never explored to the fullest. The various cameos were also delightful (I had a lot of fun guessing who all the gender-bent normies were supposed to be representative of), and I loved the little post-Mushroom War Simon & Marcy moment. And of course, hearing Marceline say that someone is "pissed" is something that I didn't know I needed to hear!

I cannot wait to see what the series has in store for Simon, Fionna, and Cake.

Final "Fionna Campbell" Grade: B

Final "Simon Petrikov" Grade: A

#adventure time #atimers #fionna and cake #fionna campbell #simon petrikov #marceline the vampire queen #princess bubblegum #finn the human #cake the cat #fionna the human #review #miniseries

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I have to say that the first episode was almost perfect.

I know, I'm surprised myself.

First things I didn't like, since for once this will be shorter.

1. Rhaenyra and Alicent being friends make my blood boil. It was done for no other reason than to make Alicent look more sympathetic. They had to do something I guess, since showing her on the screen without Gyldayn reminding you every second paragraph what a wonder she was, makes her look like a cunt to any sane person. Her simply following her father's bidding can turn into an interesting storyline, though. I'll give it time to grow.

2. Jaehaerys sitting in Harrenhal during Great Council of 101 was a terrible choice and it is important to the plot, since this whole thing was one big scam.

3. The Iron Throne and those swords look absolutely ridiculous. I laughed so hard I had to make a pause to go take a piss.

4. Daemon's armor. That's it. Nothing else to add.

5. I can tell that they've tried to make wigs look better but it's still not enough.

6. Rhaenyra's whole talk with Aemma about birth and swords is simply eye-rolling. She's just returned from her ride on what is an atomic bomb of the known world and she's talking about knights. Right.

7. Corlys shouldn't even be there. I like that he and Rhaenys are being introduced in the first episode, but again, I find it important to show how big of a rift between the family this damn Council was.

8. I always believed that "the queen who never was" was a slur, not a prise.

9. No purple eyes, hair colours are all mixed up, but it's nothing new for HBO so I don't really care.

And that's it. The rest was fun in the best meaning of the word.

1. I love how they show you that Rhaenyra is smart and knowledgeable and at the same time absolutely bored with book studies. Fuck the septa, Alicent, I'm a frickin Princess.

2. Her dresses looked very nice.

3. I liked how smoothly they've established that Rhaenys has Baratheon's blood. I was worried about it since they've changed her hair colour.

4. Dragons look good.

5. Even though he shouldn't be there at that time, Corlys was wonderful in every scene.

6. I didn't have to watch Ser Cunt naming Rhaenyra the Queen of love and beauty. That was such a big win, yes, thank the gods.

7. Love that they've kept the little hint of Aemma losing all of her children except for Rhaenyra.

8. I'm also glad they've kept the part of Viserys getting cut by the Iron Throne. I'm hoping they will show us the strange inability of the maester to heal it. As well as show us Aegon getting rid of the man.

9. Golden cloaks? Perfect. Just perfect.

10. They did Daemon justice. This is the biggest shock to me. Almost everything was there, jeez.

Daemon spends his nights with Mysaria. He's not cutting people limbs for the sake of it. He is the only person on the Small Council who actually cares for the future of his House. They bring up the fact that he is the only military power Viserys has, that given the Council of 101 it's perfectly normal for him to be an heir. They not only tell, but show you the way he keeps getting pushed away from his brother.

Yes. YES to all of it. I'm ready to give someone a medal for writing it this well.

11. Every scene with Rhaenyra and Daemon, because they are perfect. They are also speaking valyrian, just like they should.

12. Daemon calling Otto a cunt.

13. The Long Night reveal seemed like oversimplifying a thing or two, but I will take it for this medium. The bigger picture stuff is long overdue anyway. Especially the prophetic dreams. Can I get my Children of the forest being creepy now?

14. Dragons have saddles. Finally!

15. Glad they didn't make Viserys an outright drunken fool but a fool nevertheless.

16. They didn't show us Daemon saying it! They cut away to Otto mentioning his witnesses 🙄. They've really done it. I want to kiss the writer.

So yeah, I enjoyed it. Very much so. I'm less worried about the rest of this show now for sure.

#hotd #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen

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eleni-cherie · 10 months

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a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg - chapter 0.3

"so eager to be in a headlock again?"

"only if it's by you."

he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble.

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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Soyeon pulled the bucket hat back on to avoid unwanted attention when they reached Taehyung and Cassandra's place.

It wasn't a big house, but the area seemed quite nice and polished. Making Soyeon gape at it with wonderous eyes while wandering over the frontyard. "Are your friends wealthy or something?"

He couldn't help but laugh at this as it simply sounded ridiculous to him, shaking his head.

How was he supposed to explain they had all saved up tons of money from all their heists over the years?

"Not really, but, uhm, she's a doctor you know.."

She nodded, understanding and he internally sighed in relief that she believed his excuse. Ringing the doorbell then. And much to his surprise, it opened within a second. Taehyung standing there, leaning against the doorframe. Arms folded in front of him as a surprised look spread on his features when spotting the young woman behind his friend.

"Where you waiting at the door?" Yoongi huffed as he shuffled inside.

"No, just randomly passed by when you rang," he shrugged and stepped back to make space for them to enter, glancing at the girl then back at Yoongi. "You want to intoduce us or..?"

Yoongi blinked, only now realising what he meant as he turned around at Soyeon. "Oh, uhm-"

Soyeon, irritated by him acting so slow, slightly shoved him aside. Smiling awkwardly at the tall guy. "I'm Soyeon, hi," she introduced herself, "I'm sorry for causing such a turmoil, really. It wasn't my idea to bother you guys, but he insisted." She motioned to Yoongi behind her who remained quiet, scratching the back of his neck. "So I had no choice."

Taehyung chuckled at this, amused by her honest nature. "It's alright, that's how he is." Taking her hand then, he gave it a quick shake. "I'm Taehyung."

He spun around then, waving for them to follow him further inside. "Cas! They're here!"

The two followed suit, entering the living room where he had disappeared to and seeing a young woman with a round face and long curls already waiting. Jumping from her comfortable seat on the couch as soon as she spotted them. "Oh, hey there!"

She first hugged Yoongi, then turned to Soyeon offering her a hug as well which startled the younger woman. She accepted it nevertheless, finding this warm welcome quite nice.

"So you're my new patient," Cassandra eyed her with a smile and gestured to the hallway. "Let's go to the bathroom and I take a look."

Soyeon nodded, glancing anxiously over her shoulder at Yoongi who was giving her an ensuring smile. She swallowed and turned back to Cassandra, following her through the hallway.

"Here, sit down," the doctor said and pointed at a stool she had already prepared. "I'm Cas, by the way. Well, Cassandra. But the lads call me Cas," she giggled while sliding on a pair of disposible gloves.

"Soyeon."

"So Soyeon, what's the matter? Yoongs said something about a cut?"

She nodded, carefully taking off the hat and revealing the wound. For some reason she expected a similar reaction to Yoongi's when he'd first seen the cut. However, Cassandra was trained for this and had already seen all kinds of wounds over the years. So it needed more to shaken her up than this.

She leaned over, taking a closer look on Soyeon's forehead. Examining it for a moment, before grabbing a small towel. Soaking it under the tap with warm water and placing it on the wound, beginning to carefully clean it. "It's nothing severe, I can reassure you," she said then, seeing Soyeon easening at this, "But it was good he brought you here. If we don't stitch this up, it might get infected. Or leave a scar."

Soyeon bit back a giggle at the similarity of the words, it was almost a déjà vu. "Yoongi said the exact same thing."

"Mhm, he should know first hand after all," Cassandra mumbled, adding a bit of soap on the towel and continuing cleaning the wound. Soyeon winced a little, making her retreat. "Sorry, might sting a little," she smiled apologetically, before placing it back and continuing. Finally, she rinsed the wound with clean water and patted it dry.

She then grabbed a needle with a thread and forcepts, having already sterilized them after the call. "This will hurt a little, not gonna lie, but grit your teeth. It'll be over soon."

Soyeon gulped at the warning, her breath picking up when seeing the needle. She didn't say anything though. Just gritted her teeth, just like Cassandra asked her to. Earning an encouraging smile from her before she began her work.

"So, how did you and Yoongs meet? He literally just came back from the mountains two weeks ago or so," Cassandra giggled. Figuring out enganging her in a conversation would ease her nerves and distract her a bit.

"Mountains? What was he doing there?"

"Training his sword fighting or something," Cassandra sighed, "According to Tae he get's into a hermit mood every now and then and just disappears to quiet place."

"Huh." Somehow that didn't surprise Soyeon. She might not know him well, but he seemed like the type of guy to do something like this. He seemed to be a rather unflappable and placid, perhaps even a little withdrawn, person. Her gaze fell for a moment then, wincing at a stitch.

"H-he helped me get away from some guys who were after me."

"The same ones who caused this?" Cassandra countered with an arched brow, focusing back on her work.

"Yeah.. uhm." She didn't feel like elaborating further and Cassandra didn't pester her. "So, uhm, do you have to do this often? Stitching up stranger?"

The older girl giggled, shaking her head. "Only the guys. That's why I've got all the needed tools here at home. Although it has become less frequent those past few months."

"Oh, how come?"

"Well, they retired from their heists. At least Tae and Yoongi did. Our two other friends are still doing little thefts here and there for fun, I guess." A smile tucked on the corners of her lips while. Not noticing Soyeon's startled stare.

"Heists? Theft? Were they-"

"Thieves, yeah.. Oh! You didn't know?" Cassandra's brown eyes also widened in shock and she pressed her lips together. Regretting not thinking before speaking. At least she had just finished the last stitch and cut the thread. She leaned back against the sink then, groaning. "Crap, sorry. I shouldn't have told you. Thought those guys were after you 'cause you, too.. I thought you were also one and that's why he helped you. Oh, crap."

Soyeon's head was spinning. And she had to take a few deep breaths to calm herself and stay rational. Ok, a thief. At least not a hitman or drug dealer. Right? Could be worse.

"No, it's fine. I mean, I understand why he didn't tell me. I wasn't completely honest with him either after all.." Her brows knitting together then. "But you said they retired?"

Cassandra nodded while grabbing a tube of topical antibiotic from one of the cabinets then. Carefully dabbing some of the gel onto the wound with her finger. "Yeah, see.. Tae and Yoongi weren't really thieves thieves. They were more Jimin's partners in crime. He was the thief and they helped him with their skills," she explained, trying saving the situation. Hoping she didn't cause Yoongi any trouble now. "And when Jimin announced he wanted to step back, they settled here where interpol couldn't get them. So me and Tae got married and Yoongi wanted to get back into training and meditating." She grabbed a clean bandage then, placing it on the wound.

"I see.."

Cassandra noticed Soyeon's hands were scraped as well, so she heaved the sleeves of the cardigan, scrunching her nose when seeing all the grazes and scratches lying underneath them. She went back to rummaging around a cabinet.

"You know, they ain't bad guys." She glanced over her shoulder to Soyeon, who was obviously still taken aback by all this information. "They didn't hurt anyone unless for self-defense and only stole from rich people, banks, sometimes museums.. They wouldn't take the money of a poor old lady, is my point. If they were like this, I wouldn't have fallen in love with one of them." She grinned when finally spotting what she was looking for in the far back. Stratching her arm to reach it. "And especially Yoongi was the least thief of them all. I mean, Tae and Jimin had started when they were teenagers, while Yoongi just happened to stumble into it when meeting Jimin."

With a triumphatical grin she pulled the little brown bottle out. Taking a cotton stick and dunking it into the bottle before dabbing it onto the bigger scratches on her hands and arms. Making a thinking expression then.

"I've never really asked them how or why exactly Yoongi joined them, though, I just know he became friends with them after they did him a huge favour. That's all."

Soyeon hummed, processing everything. It made sense why he had never given her an uneasy or uncomfortable feeling, despite having been a criminal in the past. He wasn't a bad guy. Proven by the numerous times he had already helped her in the short period of time they knew each other. And that without even knowing what was going on. And even taking her to his doctor friend now for her injury. Seemingly without ulterior motives.

Perhaps she could indeed trust him.

"It's okay, really.." she smiled at Cassandra then who had just finished. "I don't think badly of him now. So don't worry."

The older girl exhaled in relief, smiling widely as well. "I'm glad, really. He's a great person. But don't tell him I told you. He might get mad at me," she pouted to which Soyeon giggled, giving her a quick nod. "I won't. And thank you for taking care of my wounds."

"You're welcome, that's literally my job after all."

They found the two guys in the living room where they had left them. Only that now a small furry dog was sitting on Yoongi's lap. A wide smile on his lips as he was petting and playing with it. He looked so content, enjoying the dog's happy wiggling that he didn't even notice them returning. It was a quite adorable sight for Soyeon, this carefree side of his.

"We're back!" His head instantly snapped up at Cassandra's voice. Glancing at them expectedly.

"So.. everything alright?"

She nodded, smiling briefly at Soyeon. "Everything's patched up, don't worry."

He nodded, seemingly relieved. He set the dog down then which the ball of fur took as a sign to return to his owner's arms instead. "Thanks, Cas. And sorry for bothering you two. You had probably other things to do."

"Not really," Taehyung shrugged from his seat on the carpet. Rubbing his hands over the dog's fur, "We were just chilling and watching some sitcoms."

"That sounds so lame. Like we'd be one of those boring old couples," Cassandra whined, laughing then, "But yeah, that's basically what we did. So you didn't bother. I'm glad I could help."

Yoongi and Soyeon bid them goodbye and walked back to the car. An awkward silence surrounding them as they sat inside and it took him a moment before he started the engine. She glanced at him before her eyes went back to her fiddling fingers. "Thanks for.. you know, bringing me here. Despite me refusing first."

"It's okay."

Sinking further into her seat, she contemplated for a moment whether she should mention her knowledge of his past or not. She decided against it. He'd mention it if he wanted her to know. Still, she knew a lot more about him now while he still didn't know almost anything about her. Soyeon took her phone out and unlocked it, sliding it over the dashboard.

Furrowing his brows, he turned the engine off again and picked the phone up. Taking a look on the display. It was a photo of Soyeon wearing a necklace. She tapped on the display with her finger. "That's what they're after."

"The necklace?"

She nodded. "It's golden with emeralds.."

"Yeah, I can see that. But what's so special about it? I've seen bigger ones."

"Of course you did," she quietly breathed, earning a questioning look from him.

"What?"

"Nothing." She cleared her throat then, taking the device back. "Anyway, I don't know why they're after it either. Honestly, I'd have just given it to them if it meant they'd leave me alone but.." She paused, her eyes gleaming sadly. Making him wonder why her mood changed. "But it's quite special to me," she admitted then, "My grandpa left it to me in his last will. It had been a gift from him to my grandma."

His features softened, understanding. "So obviously it has high emotional value." He gave her a sympathetic smile, seeing her nod. "I get it, really. I still have my first sword that my late uncle gave me," he smiled sadly. Leaning back in his seat then. "It's old. The blade not very sharp anymore and it has definitely seen better days but.. I'd never give it away."

Her eyes went up, reciprocating the smile.

"Still," he spoke up again as his brows knitted together in confusion, "It's weird those guys would be so persistent about a simple necklace."

"I know, it's ridiculous. They've literally hunted me all the way from Seoul."

The crease on Yoongi's forehead deepened and he chewed his bottom lip, thinking hard for any logical explanation. From his experience, there must be a deeper meaning behind it. It might not be a simple necklace after all, even if it seemed like one at first glance.

"Do you know where your grandfather got this necklace from?"

She shook her head. "Not exactly. It was on one of his business trips I guess."

He perked up at this. "Business trips?"

"Yeah, he was an art buyer so he travelled a lot."

His eyes widened, as if he caught onto something. "Can you send me that photo?"

"S-sure."

She watched him starting the engine again, driving off. And he remained silent while driving. Sometimes glancing at her with a troubled expression. As if he knew something she didn't. Soyeon, still uncertain about his weird behaviour, sighed. Propping her chin onto her fist.

The sun had set awhile ago. The city lights shining brightly, tiring her for some reason. Or perhaps it was the late hour. She yawned. "My new place is just a few blocks from here. Just drop me at the next intersaction."

A deep frown set on his soft features as he looked at her with questioning eyes. "You want to return to the place you fled from? What if they're still there, waiting for you like last time?"

She shrugged awkwardly, his judging tone making her feel insecure about her idea. "I mean.. I don't have anywhere else to go right now and I think, I'll just.. I don't know.." Her eyes closed. Tiredness overtaking her. Not only did she feel physically exhausted, but also mentally. This whole situation drained her, to say the least. "I honestly don't know what I'm supposed to do. You know, maybe I'll just give them the necklace after all if I encounter them again. It's not worth it, I mean.." Unintentional tears began welling up in the corners of her eyes and she tried to suppress them as best as she could, blinking them away when looking at him. "What am I supposed to do, Yoongi? What do you think I should do?"

Yoongi exhaled deeply, turning into a main street. "First, let's get you to a place they won't find you so soon. And then, with clear mind, decide what would be the best. I can't make that choice for you."

She pouted her lips, wiping away the single tear that rolled down her cheek. The car became slower and he eventually parked it at the side. "Just cry if you want to, no reason to hold back."

She looked up at him confused, meeting his worried glance. "I don't wanna cry.."

"So stubborn," he tutted, "You're already doing it."

Her eyes widened, not understanding. Only when he reached out, wiping the tears from her cheek with his thumb she realised they were streaming down her face, staining her cheeks. And in that moment, she gave in.

And he quietly sat there, only reaching out to hold her smaller hand and lightly squeaze it, since he was unsure of what else to do. Not wanting to interrupt her in any way as he felt she had held it back long enough.

Soon her sobs died down and she calmed down. Inhaling deeply, before looking at him and whiping the remaining tears with the back of her hand. "Thank you," she said for what had felt like the hundredth time that day. And for the hundredth time he said: "It's okay."

He let go of her hand then, grabbing the steering wheel and starting the engine again. Merging back into traffic.

"So where are you bringing me then?" she sniffed, not recognising the area.

"My place for now, if that's alright with you."

She let out a short laugh then. "Oh, Yoongi.. was this your plan all along, to get me to your place? You could've just asked so from the beginning," she smirked. Causing him to huff.

"I-it's just getting late and it'd be the safest place for you right now," he mumbled. His flustered expression and stuttering only made her burst out giggling.

"I know, relax. I was just messing with you."

He pouted, letting out a short laugh as well. "You know.." he began then, scratching the back of his neck. "Thanks for telling me what was going on. I get that it wasn't easy."

"It's alright. I thought you'd deserve to know after all this."

He nodded, contemplating for awhile. "Perhaps I should also be honest with you.. I avoided telling you about my past as well.."

"That you and your friends were thieves? I already know."

"You -" Startled, he almost switched lanes, earning a honk from another driver. "How do you -" He sighed then, having already figuring out the answer. "Cas, right?"

"Can't tell," she shrugged, acting innocent which caused him to laugh under his breath. Shaking his head. "This woman.. so you know?"

He didn't seem mad, which relieaved her. "Yeah. Honestly, I was first worried you might also be after the necklace if finding out but.. I thought my gut feeling couldn't be that wrong about you. So since I knew your secret, I told you mine. It was only fair."

"Your gut feeling, huh?" He peeked at her from the corner of his eye. "And what did your gut feeling tell you about me?"

She smiled to herself, glancing out so he wouldn't see her blushing. "Not much. Just that you're a good guy and I can trust you."

He smiled. "Good guys can also be jerks."

"Yeah, but you aren't one. Are you?"

"I try not to be."

"Well, you weren't one to me so far. That's good enough for me."

They eventually reached his place in a nice area with overall modern apartment buildings. Despite it being an apartment, it was quite large, although sparsely decorated. It mainly only contained dark furniture and a few figurines, along with several katana and a jersey decorating the walls.

She had somehow imagined with all the money they must've had collected over the years, that it'd look more showy. It was a pleasant surprise it wasn't though. It wouldn't have fit to his kind and more reserved personalitym she concluded.

Yoongi disappeared in a room then. And she stood there in the lounge area, not exactly knowing what to do with herself. She looked around, being a bit lost when hearing his steps again. Seeing him appearing then, holding a pillow.

She was about to thank him and reach out to grab it, when he let it drop on the couch and laid down. Leaving her dumbfounded. "Wha- Why are you laying on the couch?"

He blinked an eye open, arching a brow at her as he was confused about her confusion. "To sleep?"

"And where do I sleep?"

He simply pointed to the hallway. "Turn left, it's the last room in the back."

She huffed, following the direction his finger had shown her, then looked back down at him. Her arms folded in front of her chest. "You don't have to sleep on the couch.."

"It's okay, I don't mind."

"Stop always saying 'it's okay'," she groaned, getting frustrated, "You already did enough. I'd feel bad if I also kicked you out of your own bed."

"You aren't and it's fine," he grinned and closed his eyes again. Pretending having fallen asleep.

And she gave him a dead glare. "Seriously? I know you're not that fast asleep," she snorted, nudging his arm. He grabbed her wrist, preventing her from nudging him again and opened his eyes again. "Just go to bed already." His eyes were firm yet gentle. Making her breath hitch.

She pursed her lips then. "Fine. Thank you."

"Soyeon?"

"Hm."

"Stop always saying 'thank you'," he smiled and let go of her wrist. Closing his eyes once again. He expected to hear her complaining or finally walking out. He didn't expect, however, her slightly chapped lips to leave a peck on his cheek.

By the time his eyes fluttered open, she had already walked away, switching off the lights.

"Goodnight, Yoongi."

He breathed, staring at the dark ceiling above him.

"Goodnight, Soyeon."

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goodluckclove · 1 month

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On Being Seen

I'll warn you in advance, friends and colleagues - I might not have quite an optimistic take on this one. In advance I'll say that I'm totally all right, there's no need to comfort or fawn or worry. It's just been a pretty crazy couple of days and it's sort of left me in a kind of perturbed state of mind.

I feel as if I've developed a reputation on Writeblr as someone strongly supportive of other writers through their struggles and successes, and I figure it might be useful to see that I speak as someone who has their fair share of doubts. Consider it a show of neurosis that supports me as your steadfast advocate in creative growth and potential.

I'll put it under a read more. It's nothing triggering I don't think, I'm just a little embarrassed to have it fully visible under what I still consider to be a relatively professional space. Or at least a space for me as a professional whose brand involves not being very professional.

Nevertheless.

I debated for a long time self-publishing Blind Trust. I went back and forth every so often for weeks, and my poor wife had to deal with the brunt of my strange excuses not to do it. It really came down to one big question, which was...why?

Why am I publishing this? And for money, no less? That's weird. Why would anybody support that? It wouldn't deter me from writing if I never published any of the Songbird Elegies. I'd still write them. I've been writing stories for almost 20 years that no one has ever read and no one will probably ever read.

Sure, I have the fantasies of relative cult notoriety. People making fanart of my characters and sharing weird memes about my plot points. Finding comfort in the words and stories I've created to comfort myself. When I was still considered schizoaffective my dad gave me a copy of Flow My Tears the Policeman Said by Philip K. Dick and said that he was "like us". If that happened to someone else with one of my books it would mean the world to me.

Then again, would it? Because in my actual, real, physical life I am terrible at taking praise. It's like trying to catch a ball from the other side of a brick wall. If you ever pass me on the street I'm guaranteed to be wearing soundproof headphones and blasting music to keep anyone from talking to me. You might catch my eye and I'll smile and nod, maybe toss a compliment your way, but if you try to have a conversation and I do not know you I will absolutely just keep walking. I can't do it.

I love people and I'm terrified of people. It's always been this way.

It's easier online. I mean it when I say that I'm open to anyone here just starting a conversation with me about anything. There's already the unspoken assumption that we're all already weird, so I don't have to think too hard about your motivations. But still, large amounts of praise and positive reinforcement make me deeply uncomfortable. I've been trying to work on that for years, but I find most advice on building self-worth deeply unhelpful.

It's not like I'd prefer hate. I think I'm just not used to being noticed either way.

This is the first time I've made an honest effort to put my work, and by proxy myself (all writers are brands now, says the publishing industry as a whole) on display online. And for the most part it's been great! I enjoy the connections I've made here. The promise of making more. There are so many skilled storytellers here that it gives me a lot of hope and excitement for the future of literature.

But it's weird. It's really weird.

Most of the time I see it as another social media client. I stand by the posts I make and do them for fun, but I also do them to maintain a presence and draw in more attention. I studied to do things like this for work before. I picked like three social media management tactics that I thought I could remember when I was 18 and just stuck by them. And then occasionally I go oh wait. This isn't some nonprofit. This isn't a start-up for tech assholes. This is me.

And that's weird.

It's not a massive following I have, but it's more than I've ever had before under my own personal and creative writing. I published short stories and articles, but I never heard anything from them. There are short stories I have on online journals that I genuinely do not know if anyone has read. Here, I see people like things and I'm like huh. I feel like a mummy or a ghoul. I do not understand what people are doing.

One part of my brain takes this information and says that it's probably proof that when I publish Blind Trust, some people will buy it. People have expressed interest already. Which means they're probably interested, I think. I post excerpts of my writing and people seem to enjoy it enough to click a button or leave a comment. That's cool. I don't get why it happens, but it's very cool and it makes me happy.

At the same time there's this undercurrent of paranoia. I don't get it. And I don't think I ever will. That's essentially been my only coping mechanism for publishing at this point - I don't know if it'll work, but I might as well try and if I do something will probably happen.

I know I'm a writer. At this point it would be ridiculous to say I wasn't. I'm a professional, working writer, and experienced enough to know that saying all that doesn't say much in terms of quality.

Am I a good writer? I don't really know what that means. I like Blind Trust. I'm reading it for the fourth time as I edit it again and I genuinely enjoy it. So someone who thinks like me and has similar tastes to myself might feel the same way. I don't really know who that person might be. Statistically I imagine they have to exist somewhere. And that there's at least a handful of them.

Imposter Syndrome is real and I don't think it ever goes away. I'd like to think that it's one of those things where you think about it less and less, and this is just the first night in maybe five months that I'm really thinking about it.

I'm not expecting to make a ton of money off my first book. In fact, I probably will be sick from anxiety with any purchase I get for the first year, because it means that someone spent human money on writing I am happy to just give them for free.

But this is going to be my job. I want this to be my job so I can spend more time doing it. Because I've dedicated so much time to doing all of this, it means I get to spend a lot of my day getting other writers to write even a little bit of their own stories. And that's so important to me.

I don't know. I don't really have a neat end to this. I'm forcing myself to actually follow through with posting it, and then to continue keeping it up even though it feels incredibly vulnerable to be, in my opinion, this self-indulgent and whiny. It's insecure. I'm still insecure. I'm in therapy and on medication and there's more shit I got to do in life.

Still, I'm telling myself that my version of being a Professional Writer is to showcase emotional pitfalls like this. Newer writers might know that you can sometimes have a night where you might not be in despair, per say, but certainly deep confusion, and then come back the next day and keep on working. I stand by what I mean when I say that the craft should not be entirely miserable. It is still maybe 25% inconvenient to me, and I am currently in that less-desirable quarter.

So what am I doing? Wife got us Jersey Mike's, so I had a yummy sandwich. Kafka is sitting on my calves, just behind my laptop monitor. I'm listening to my soul/funk playlist while Wife plays Hell Divers for the first time. Later we're going to play a board game.

But for now, I'm going to keep editing my goddamned novel.

Blind Trust out in June. Get ready people, because I'm not.

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septimaseverinawannawrite · 2 years

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Don't Leave Me Here

Changing format and style, because I want to keep my motivation strong. 💪👁👄👁

Fandom: Star Wars

Request: Nope. This is the very self-indulgent one shot.

Pairing: Cassian Andor x F!Reader

Summaries: Battle of Scariff brings hope to the Galaxy and the Rebels, but what about the Rogue One's crews, especially with your long-time-crush, Captain Andor.

Contents: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Mutual pining, Friends to lovers, Soft Cassian, Love confessing, Idiots in love.

Warning: Angst. Describing of Injuries, blood, pain and death. Crying. Anxiety. Cliché plot. Writer is being too over emotional and regret nothing.

Rate: M for melodrama

Words: 2,285

A/N: Alternate version of Rouge One 2016's ending. Because I had realised that I didn't write my own. Also, feel a little bit sad, because 2024 is feeling like eternity. But I'm gonna write Cassian's fix-it fan fictions, until I can't write. English is my second Language, please feel free to correct me, and let me know if I miss any CW+TW. Enjoy Reading 😊

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Death Star Plan was successfully stolen. The battle at Scariff had been considered as a big victory for rebellions. Everyone who stayed at Yavin IV was cheering and crying with joy. Some systems, even, officially declared independents over the Empire’s sovereign right there. Some systems, which tended to give up before, decided to maintain alliances. The spark of flame was reigniting again. The light at the end of the darkest tunnel was like a new dawn — hope.

But it just was at the very first minutes, when the Plan completely broadcast. The Rogue One crews returned with survivors – were not long enough after the battle ended – but mostly were casualties. All Medbay turned into a big, chaotic area; doctors, nurses, medical staffs, and medical droids managed to diagnose every crew’s condition from the worst to ‘nothing much to worry about’.

And the worst, whose state was severe, was Captain Cassian Andor. Y/N’s one of her old and good friends, since she had joined the Rebellions in the first month.

Cassian was a mystery (some even said he was scary), moody, tense and taciturn on the outside – for almost everybody on Yavin IV Base. Actually, he was not. He had a strange humour and points of views toward life, also knowledges in many fields which attracted his team, many women on the base, and Y/N.

As the volunteer at Medbay – after hearing there were survivors – Y/N ran and helped the staffs as much as her strength allowed. First time she saw Cassian, he was covered by blood and wounds, while she was pasting Bacta gel on a supporting crew. She didn’t spare a time to visit him, she must stay outside – standing by. When she finished all the tasks, she noticed that a doctor and assistances had taken care of Cassian already. She was about to visit him in a patient room, but it was forbidden.

Few hours later, the Rebellion Alliances had received the news; Princess Leia was being held in custody by the Empire. Was anything worst happened to the Alliances right now?

Three days had passed by, Y/N had switched to the ‘autopilot’ mode on working in her station, doing routine. Thanks to all the works which kept her busy until resting time, they also made her forgot what she had dreamt in her sleeping.

On the fourth day, main crews on the cargo ship gradually came to consciousness. Y/N’s good friend at Medbay told her that late morning. She immediately visited them and listening to the incident near the broadcasting tower on Scariff.

Jyn told Y/N everything which Cassian did. She even encouraged her to hold tight on the hope. Chirrut said the force had been staying with Cassian, and the force always worked in many surprising ways. Moreover, the medical staffs allowed everyone, whoever cared about Cassian, to visit him. He was getting much better now, but still unconscious.

She didn’t want to dig up those memories of him being covered by blood and wounds four days ago. Nevertheless, she shook them out, made up her mind, and deciding to see him. Maybe Jyn and Chirrut were right.

Y/N exited her station to the room where Cassian was placed. She noticed the one and only re-programming Imperial droid on Yavin IV. He stood and starred through the window, seem like he hoped his Captain was waking soon.

“Y/N.” K2SO greeted, “I have calculated the possible that you are going to visit Cassian today, the percentage is…”

“Don’t tell me.” She cut the droid. “Let me go inside without your statistic. My head is aching enough.”

Keying a code, going inside, she cursed herself for being rude to K2SO. Somehow, after visiting Cassian – she would apologise to the droid – since she had forgotten his good intention, underneath the sarcasm.

As Y/N approached the bed, all Cassian’s blood and wounds were cleansed. BPM pulse and body temperature had not become normal yet. He would not wake up within two or three days, according to the report. Numerous I.V.s were still plugging into his veins, also a bandage on his torso.

Y/N sat on a chair beside the bed, examining Cassian’s state closely while she tried to hold back her tears, but it was failed. She could not help herself. All tears ran down her cheeks like a great flood. Four days and three nights felt like months. She let vulnerability got her by sobbing uncontrollably, started talking to him and wishing he could hear;

“Cassian, I know you are willingly to do anything for the Rebellion. I’m really proud. But why do you always run into suicide missions?” Her voice was depressed. “Sometimes, you don’t have to prove that you are one of the best rebel spies by destroying yourself. Mon Mothma and many commanders speak of you highly… even princess Leia…”

Tears still ran down, while she was reaching for his hand, biting lower lip and shook her head.

“I survived the first month because of your helps. You introduce me to many things I know just a bit or haven’t known before, so I can fit in. When I feel down, blue, even black, you cheer me up with your eccentric jokes – and if you are out for a mission, you always say goodbye… this time… you don’t even give me a chance…”

Y/N recalled what was happening when Rogue One recklessly leaved for Scariff, after most allies and commanders objected. She was there. When the meeting ended, she sought Cassian or whoever in his unit. Too late. They had gone.

“I want to blame my stupid brain for bringing the pain that I do not desire to feel. That isn’t a reason. Those words in my mind – I wish I could tell you, after all of these years…” Y/N softly squeezed his hand “Since here we are, only you and me. When you wake up, we are going to be the same. It’s now or never.”

She paused for seconds, took one deep breath, and let all her feels breaking control.

“I love you, Cassian. More than a good friend. I love you with all my heart, my soul, my breath, and my entire existence. You are the one. Every time you come back, I just don’t want to hug you – I want to kiss you like there’s no tomorrow, jumping into you, embracing you in my arms……”

Y/N kept confessing her feelings toward Cassian until she recognised she was going to weep again. She stopped, stood up, leaned forward to kiss Cassian’s forehead gently, and whispered before leaving.

“Just don’t leave me here…”

She dried her eyes, leaved Cassian behind, and repressing the desire to look at him again. As she exited, K2SO still had been on the spot. She sighed, walking toward the droid.

“I’m sorry Kay. I shouldn’t say such things. Well, I don’t have any excuse.”

“At least you didn’t hit me. I don’t expect anything. I have calculated, there is a high chance that you’re going to apologise. So, I forgive you.”

Y/N could swear to Kriff that K2SO mentally shrugged, judging by his tone. She crossed her arms and faking a smile.

“Then we’re even.” Looking on the floor, she gazed up at K2SO again. “Tell me, have you calculated when Captain Andor is going to wake up?”

“I did, but I think you don’t need it anymore.”

She raised her eyebrows. The droid did say nothing, just looked into the room. She followed suit, shook her head, and suddenly rushing inside.

Cassian opened his eyes. Blinking rapidly, he glanced around. The last thing he remembered – before everything turning black – was K2SO and Jyn helping him into an escape pod, also thinking about Y/N and regretting that he had not bid a proper farewell yet. And how the Kriff he could be here now, at the medical section on Rebelli—

“Maker!” she exclaimed, stopping him from the train of thought – While she was restraining herself from hugging him.

Cassian swore in his native tongue. Unbelievably, his eyes might be deceiving him – Y/N was here – impossible. This place could be wherever the creatures went after the death.

“No, this isn’t true. Scariff was destroyed by the Death Star… You can’t be here.”

Y/N wanted to punch him in the face, but it could send him back to the unconsciousness again. She tried to keep calm, but instead, her tears explode again.

“Don’t you dare say such a thing—”

His mouth was gaping a little, looking downward at his own body. His torso and his head still hurt. He felt everything which plugged on his arm, thinking backward – moreover, before he could open his eye – he could hear Y/N said something… about the relationship, and love. Especially what he had been holding on for a long time, the same thing she had blurted out. He thought they were an illusion.

He sat up, his back and his bone were cracking loudly. He breathed deeply, restraining all the agony. Y/N supported him; holding his upper body and adjusting pillows.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He paused, as she was sitting beside the bed, “This mission is important. We must do it fast. That fucking weapon is too dangerous… like I’ve told you before, if we waited for permission, the Empire could be a hundred steps ahead…”

“No hard feelings. You survive, wake up and healing. The Empire is going to fall. Those are all I want.”

Seeing Y/N sniffed, sobbed and looked down at the floor, Cassian’s eyes were softer than ever. He reached out to take her hand, that grab an edge of the bed, caressing it gently.

“Please don’t cry. Kay tells me once that tears can drain oneself, and… You deserve all happiness in the galaxy.”

She gazed into his eyes. Perplexing spread on her pale face.

“What Kay’s randomly statistic has to do with my happiness?”

Cassian sighed quietly. Smiling, he whispered in Kenari, decided to speak all his heart out.

“Come sitting here.” He patted a space on the mattress. Although she was still dazing, she consented. Here, it was closer than ever, every time they interacted.

“Your happiness is my happiness. Your pain is my pain.”

She gasped. Something was dawning in her mind, but he still kept continuing;

“I thought I was dead or dreaming. It is not. I hear what you have said. I feel all the things you have done. I’m not going to leave you here anymore. I love you, Y/N; with all my heart, my breath, my soul, and my entire existence.”

“Cass…”

“Please don’t leave me here, too.”

His voice was filled with pleading and the utmost longing. His eyes had not brightened yet, but they were brighter than ever – before he disappeared as the council was dismissing.

“I’m not gonna leave you. Ever.”

All the affectionate and things which left unsaid within their eyes were exploding. Her lips were parted – trying to reply – but his hand slowly moving to her face. Caressing it tenderly and trailing downward from her cheek to her chin, he tugged her weave behind her ear. Cassian and Y/N could feel their breaths upon their own skins. Their eyes were exchanging feeling from through all of these years, as she put her hand on his shoulder.

Cassian didn’t hesitate. He leaned in to capture Y/N lips softly. It was like a butterfly pecking on flowers, an index finger touching a velvet cloth. They paused for seconds to catch the breath. She sensed that the temperature in this room was rising and warmer than before.

“I won’t do this again…” He whispered, looked into her eyes and circling his thumbs over her cheek and her hand.

“You don’t have to…”

“I’m not gonna be reckless. I will ask Mon Mothma and other commanders for table-work. More time on base, less time t—”

Y/N sealed Cassian’s mouth with her lips, lightly pushing him back on pillows. His eyes were widening, but he grinned while kissing her back. His hand on hers moved from to the back of her neck, gradually pulling her down to deepen the passionate kiss.

“There is ninety-nine per cent that Y/N is gonna kiss you like this, Cassian.”

Y/N was abruptly jumping back to a chair. She almost fell from a sickbed, as she heard K2SO’s voice. Cassian, also the same, but he gripped a metal beside tightly enough.

“Kay!” Cassian hissed the Droid, who was standing near infirmary’s trolleys.

“Oh, I shouldn’t have disturbed you both, since you have always wished the scenario like this, should I?”

“Go visiting others.” He ordered. The droid did as he was told – turned around and walking out. Both Cassian and Y/N heard K2SO talking to himself, distinctly, like the droid wanted them to hear.

“Humans are such the peculiar life-forms. I will ask technicians on loading how to understand the humankind programme.”

“Maybe I will tell the technicians to not upload that.”

Cassian sighed loudly, shook his head, and turning to Y/N for opinion. But what he saw was she had been covering her face with her hands in shyness.

“No, I’m gonna tell them myself.”

Cassian joyfully laughed. She still sat and posing as the same. If his eyes were not deceived him, he saw the redness on her temple, her ears, and her neck.

“I should tell you how I feel earlier. But, it's okay, you are lovely when you are like this.”

“Stop it.” She glanced and swiftly pressing the comm, calling a doctor, before Cassian could tease her more.

At the point, she didn’t doubt why K2SO just being K2SO. Because the one who had reprogrammed this imperial droid was just the same as him.

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Fall into The Abyss [Yan!Childe x Childhood friend!Reader]

Warnings: Yandere themes, brief description of graphic implications, no mention of romantic implications or feelings directly involved.

AN: I just wanted to say that this short prompt is inspired by a movie I recently saw but I don't want to exactly say which movie in case some of you saw it, cause it'll spoil the plot.

Enjoy!

It was an audacious assertion to make given that Snezhnaya was notoriously regarded as the region of snow and ice, but perhaps Childe could make a compelling case that the abyss was considerably more harrowing than the frigid cold of Snezhnaya. The northern hemisphere of Snezhnaya at least had some semblance of sunlight some sort of indication of life, but below, in the pitch-black depths, the only illumination within the abyss seemed to be as far away as the moon from the earth.

Seemingly yet so close, but endlessly far in reality. Ajax could only gawk up in awe at the aperture that appeared to be so far away, which seemed to him to be nothing more than a gap that radiated like a bright star in the midst of the winter night, serving as some type of beacon for travellers.

Childe was all too aware that it was his fault, and no amount of reassuring words or gentle assurances could make him change his mind. Childe probably wouldn't mind if he was the one to plunge into the depths, but why did the archons beyond decide to drag you down with him? If only Childe had heeded to his parents and remained at home instead of wandering aimlessly into some immature adventurous fantasy, life might have been considerably simpler for him.

If only he hadn't managed to run into you after sprinting into the woods whilst sporting an irate grimace, prompting you to become worried and insist on following him. If only he hadn't tumbled on the ice, collided with a pile of branches, allowing the wild wolves to become aware of your location, prompting for the both of you to sprint deeper into the snow covered woods.

If only he hadn't unintentionally stretched out for your fingers as the ground imploded beneath him, drawing you down into the dreadful abyss, that awful feeling of relief surging through his chest at the feeling of your warm hands wrapped around his. If only you hadn't been so kind as to extend your hand to take his, if only he wasn't so foolish to accept your kindness.

If only.

"Let's try climbing the walls again. We'll have a better chance now since we managed to recover for a bit."

With his softly rounded orange tresses streaming down the left side of your face, Childe softly murmured whilst pressing into your shoulder, trying his best to keep you warm but not enough for his body to be practically crushing against your frame. Anyone who has known Ajax for a while would find it strange to hear him speak with such a weak voice considering he typically spoke with a cheerful tone, the typical tone that wasn't unusual for a boy his age to use, one full of determination and aspirations. Nevertheless, after plummeting into a steep, deep pit and having virtually nothing in the sense of food or shelter to grasp onto, anyone would likely feel quite worn out and downtrodden. It's even remarkable that both of you survived despite colliding with the pit's wall and having your flesh scraped by jagged boulders, your jackets wrenched off, and your flesh punctured.

"With what?"

Your voice was somewhat softer than Ajax's, and it melded so well with the uncanny stillness of the dark pit that he may very well have missed it. Ajax couldn't exactly see your eyes since the majority of your hair, which was usually tied back into a ponytail, was loose and obscured by the majority of your face.

"Your shoes."

He responded by kicking one of his feet into the air, displaying his wounded toes, which weren't concealed by any shoes other than a soiled thin sock that was partially torn from the fall. He fortunately kept hold of his other pair of shoes and employed them as a fulcrum to transition from one platform to another. Perhaps it wouldn't be too tricky to climb up onto the other structure, one high enough just to try and call out for help, provided the two of you cooperate and manage to conserve the majority of your energy. You were going to survive without a doubt; Childe would even give his life to save yours if it meant sparing you from anguish.

Right, it shouldn't be too challenging. You did, after all, succeed in climbing up a few platforms already.

"I can't."

Childe lifted himself off of your shoulder and peered at you bewilderedly. But even so, you didn't bother to turn around to face him; you merely sat there, motionless. Your fingers felt abnormally cold in comparison to Childe's, who carefully wrapped his fingers on yours, giving your palm a quick squeeze. Although it wasn't unreasonable given how cold it was within the deep abyss, his hands likewise felt frigid to the touching.

But you were too cold.

"Why?"

Childe enquiries once more while he awaits for your eyes to turn to him, internally pleading for you to just turn to look at him and give him your typical consoling smile. That exact same grin that always welcomed him whenever the two of you joined together to frolic in the snow, giggling as the cold snow melted into your skin, prompting you to become bedridden the next morning. The smile that always gave him a sense of comfort since his childhood, a smile he was willing to give up his life for, one that he always sworn to live for.

"It's not up here is it?"

Your voice was steady and perhaps even frigid when you spoke this time. A tone that you never used unless you were truly irritated or tired, a tone that he always managed to keep away. Again, Childe would do anything to ensure your general welfare; he had already promised to request for your hand in marriage, thus it is his responsibility to keep you safe and secure. He didn't care if the commitment of marriage was an innocuous thought, one made over a flower ring he fashioned over the course of numerous summers.

Yet, he lacked the strength not only to protect himself but also to defend you. He had a small frame, slender arms, and enormous, vulnerable eyes that exuded a childlike wonderment, thus it was infantile of him to dream so high.

But one day, he will rule the world. With you at his side.

"What?"

A pause followed by a ghostly stillness that persisted in the air might well have rendered the atmosphere considerably thicker than before. It felt smothering, like if the bottomless, dark pit was threatening to swallow him; it was rubbing up against his soul like some kind of beast. When you finally turn to face him, the pair of orbs he treasured were slowly revealed as your hair gradually lifts from your face. However, rather than the radiant, beautiful orbs he so deeply adored, your eyes were a gloomy pit akin to the depths of the abyss.

Lifeless.

Your fingers pointed to the edge of the cliff and directly into a different platform, the platform that was directly below the one he was currently standing on. His eyes tentatively left your face and glided towards the direction of your fingers.

Oh god.

His heart began to thrash violently against his ribs, and his breathing became laboured as his brain struggled to comprehend the abhorrent scene that was unfolding just below him. At the core of the boulder was you, or someone who resembles you. Your chest was still, your body was visibly still, and there was no precise evidence of life. Your hair wasn't as silky as he had remembered it to be; instead, it was dried out and bunched together, suggesting that something had flowed into your hair, prompting it to dry up like that.

Something metallic, something like blood.

Your face was largely obscured by your hair. Even so, he could still make out a thin stream of blood that was trickling from your forehead onto the rocks, even a slight amount of dried blood, and a fleeting view of the enormous wound that stretched from one ear to the other.

He grimaces at the sight before turning to face you once more. This time, his eyes are sharp enough to recognize the truly awful wound on the sides of the head, where blood is oozing from your head and staining the left side of your face as well as reaching your lips. Even though there is a large gash on your face that is clearly visible, Childe could still say that you were the most stunning girl he had ever seen. Even with the horrid way you appeared before him, even if you were a mere illusion.

You were still beautiful.

Truly beautiful.

"It's down there."

Not even death can bypass your beauty.

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crescent-cubed · 6 months

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Cube's Big-Ass Pokemon Conspiracy Theory

Warning: this is a LONG post, so buckle in

KINDA SPOILERS AHEAD FOR THE SCARLET VIOLET DLC

OKAY

So what's this whole conspiracy theory about, you may be asking?

Simple!

It's one of two answers:

1. There's gonna be an antagonist that is responsible for a large portion of plot points in the games

2. There's a phenomenon that's responsible for a lot of the plot points in the games

Let me be clear and say that there's no proof that any of this is actually feasible or realistic, but there's too many correlations for me to not point them out.

Let's start with the plot point that made me start thinking about all this.

Part 1: Amnesiacs

While this is what got me on the trail of something bigger going on, I don't entirely feel like this has much credence to a background plot. Nevertheless, it's happened enough that it needs to be mentioned.

Every few games or so, there has been a character that has appeared in a region that was not their home with their memories lost.

The three main examples of this are Looker in Hoenn, Anabel in Alola, and Ingo in Hisui.

Interestingly, all three of them share something in common, being that the implied method that they got there was through some sort of portal (Hoopa Ring, Ultra Wormhole, and Space Time Distortion, respectively).

With the possibility of an exception with Looker, seeing as we don't know much about his background, none of them were given any sort of mention of regaining their memories (Ingo only got flashes of his, and Anabel didn't seem to remember much at all).

Three times seems to imply something other than coincidence, but it's not provable and very well may just be a reused plot beat.

The next part, however, seems more likely to be connected in some way.

Part 2: Crystals, Light, and Transformation

Ever since Gen 6, Pokemon has made a point of including crystals and light into every gimmick they've added to game pairs, with transformation being a consistent aspect of the gimmicks as well.

The list is as follows:

Mega Evolution (Crystal: Mega Stones, Transformation: Mega Evolution)

Z-Moves (Crystal: Z-Crystals, Light: Mentioned energy used for Z-Moves)

Dynamax (Crystal: Wishing Stars, Light: Dynamax energy, Transformation: Gigantimax)

Terastallization (Crystal: Tera Crystals, Light: Tera Energy, Transformation: Terastallization)

In addition, multiple Legendaries were made to use light and/or crystals to, you guessed it, transform! They even retconned some Legendaries to be able to do it as well!

Groudon/Kyogre (Primal form through Orbs, which are visibly crystal)

Dialga/Palkia/Giratina (Needs their crystals to turn into Origin Form)

Solgaleo/Lunala/Necrozma (Necrozma transforms using light to merge with the other two, but needs its Z-Crystal to turn into Ultra Necrozma)

Eternatus (Its energy transforms pokemon around it into their Dynamax forms, and it has a Gigantimax form itself)

Koraidon/Miraidon (Created from the time machine through the use of Tera Energy from the crystals in Area Zero)

Ogerpon (Special Tera form, which uses light and crystals)

Terapagos (Do I even need to say anything with this one? It's a crystal turtle that uses light to transform.)

There could even be an argument for the Unova and Kalos legendaries, with the stone versions of the dragons, and the energy used by the very much crystalline Ultimate Weapon.

Even Pokemon Masters has the Sync Stones, which are rare, shining crystals that increase the power of a trainer's bond with their Pokemon.

It could just be that Game Freak and Nintendo like their crystals and transformations, but it's strange that they've kept using it for so long and so consistently!

Again, I could still be reading too much into it, but I just can't stop thinking about it.

To wrap things up, let's get into some hypotheticals.

Part 3: Speculation

This is more of a place for me to make shaky connections and ramble about my predictions on where Pokemon's gonna go next.

First of all, Legends Arceus has something about it's plot that bugs me. How did Volo and Giratina rip open space time? Giratina has NEVER been shown to have that sort of power, let alone the power to mess with its siblings to the point of driving them mad. It's said to have a quarrel only with humanity, and it actively came to Dialga and Palkia's aid in Platinum, so why do it in the first place? It seems a bit out of character.

And why did Arceus not give the player or Ingo a way back home? There could have at least been a cutscene or dialogue line or SOMETHING, but as far as we're aware, they're still stuck in the past, which is frankly awful.

Another question is where the hell did the AI professors go in SV? The time machine was never a time machine, that much is certain. It was basically an AI image generator, but for Pokemon, so there's no way that it could transport the professors through time, could it?

Lastly, something that's always bugged me is the fact that Arceus is the Alpha Pokemon. That implies there's an Omega Pokemon, right? You'd think that it might be Giratina, but nope! That's the Renegade Pokemon! So what the hell is the Omega Pokemon, if we'll ever get it? I will say that ORAS kinda messed with that, but Arceus is still the Alpha Pokemon, so eh? I'm just curious if they'll ever do anything with that. Maybe it's behind some of the odd phenomena in the games? There's certainly enough unsolved mysteries in those games.

That's about it! If you read this far, thanks for indulging me in my madness! I'm very much mentally ill about the silly monster games, and I demand answers that I'll likely never get, which is how I come up with this stuff lol.

Have a great day!

#text #the cubed one's content #pokemon #long post

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Firstly, my thanks to everyone who showed interest in this spooky tale. Back when it was nothing but a plot idea, I wasn't really sure if I would ever get farther than that...but however! I got the burst of inspiration I needed, and so, here is the first of two installments. Have a happy (and early) Halloween!

Title: Come Little Children Chapter: 1 of 2 Characters: Omega (The Bad Batch), Mother Talzin (The Clone Wars) Premise: If every Force-sensitive has an equal chance of becoming Jedi or Sith...then, perhaps, could every dead Force-sensitive have an equal chance of influencing the living...? Special Notes: I am taking faint hints from the first two seasons and rolling with them faster than an eighteen-wheeler during rush hour traffic. In other words, there's a rather important reason that Omega chose to use a pink energy bow and ride a Rancor...;)

P.S.: This is, indeed, the sequel to Overwatch. Tags: @ur-pal-ari @swarovski-yoda @skellymom @talesfrommedinastation @ilovemedia @flyiingsly @random-chaotic-bitch @groguandthebadbatch @wastingstarsss @themightychipmunk42 @c-ch-v-r @lee-lee-la

That night, when you've settled down enough to get some sleep and your dreams no longer cry out for Tech's return...you're no longer in Mount Tantiss. The hard, cold walls and your even harder bed have vanished, and for the first time in about a week, you can move in any direction without feeling several sets of Imperial eyes upon you.

The trouble is, you're not back home on the Marauder, either, for nothing manages to enclose you just enough to give you any sense of security or safety.

In fact, you might almost think that you're not anywhere in the Galaxy now, because this strange red haze and even stranger landscape is nothing like any of the other planets you've already visited.

Except...this has to be some kind of planet, because the ground beneath your feet, however desolate, remains solid as you begin walking forward. The air may barely be breathable to you, yet you feel its natural heat just the same. And in spite of there being no water in sight, you can still feel the humidity seeping slowly through your clothes.

And finally, you're not alone down here.

It's a faint sort of light waiting for you in the distance, a somewhat eerie green glow that just barely lights your path--and yet, though this is the very first time you've seen it, seen this entire planet, even--you find yourself moving toward it just the same. You can't exactly explain why, let alone try to put into words what it is you're feeling, but there's just--something about that flame, something just the slightest bit familiar, that very nearly feels like home to you. A home that you've never seen until this moment, of course, but still a home nevertheless.

This feeling grows a little bit more as you stare through the haze and see someone waiting by that flame, someone which at this distance looks to have some kind of tattoo upon their face.

No.

No, wait!

It's not just any old tattoo, or face paint, or makeup. It's the one that you love, love, LOVE the best because it belongs to your Buir!

And wouldn't you know it, he's come ALL this way to this whatever planet to bring you home!

Oh, but of course you're running to him now. Any other girl would, especially if she had been in trouble before, but realized that help had finally come. Hera could have done it before, and maybe also Lyana, though hopefully they were on solid ground just like you, because here is your chance. Your chance to let him know you're back, that you're okay--no, not just okay, but totally unhurt--and that he doesn't have to worry about you any more.

Not like he must have done before on Pantora, or Bracca, or even on Ord Mantell after some mean old lady just had to run her mouth, because that's all over now. He won't have to worry about Cid, or that nasty Hemlock, or even Crosshair this time, because you've somehow convinced him to run away from this place with you and he's already promised to deliver.

This means, obviously, that all Hunter will really have to do is help the two of you slip out. Maybe you'll just have to sneak back in through whatever door brought you here, push Crosshair out of it, and then the three of you can finally--

You stop.

You stop because there's something different about Hunter--no, because there's something wrong about him, or something wrong not about him after all, because now you realize that your Buir was never here to begin with.

Not at all.

That's not him sitting there, waiting for you.

That's someone who's way too thin and yeah, way too tall and--and he's, no, she's, the feeling of her presence hits you long before you can think to turn around and run because now she sees you, she knows you're here, she's uncoiling herself like those hooded snakes you've seen around that ipsium mine and her cold green eyes are upon you.

CHILD…

They're staring right into you and through you, two glowing orbs of bright green, the very antithesis of Tech's warmer yellow goggles that shielded the brown eyes beneath. She's slowly rising to her full height and she is monstrous, curious, unspeakable, both human and beast simultaneously.

A thousand words you learned from Tech flash through your mind at the sight of her, at the very thought of her, because she's all spikes and silk, she's alive and dead, she's solid and liquid at the exact same time, and she must have you frozen in place where you stand.

Frozen, trapped before a great house of dark wood, or temple, or altar, or even a mix of all three and none of these at all, because your mind is blank.

You can no longer speak, no longer think, and strangely want to do both at once, because--because even though the words just won't come out and you're shivering in place, sweating in place, no idea what to do--you're also sure that you've had enough, that all you want to do is just scream yourself awake and leave her and everything else about this planet behind--but she's not done with you.

...NOT. YET.

Instead, she must only be getting started, because...because that's when she brings a gray, skeletal finger to her lips, her eyes narrowing with some wordless sense of knowledge, recognition, or some other faint sense of memory...and you feel the very air you breathe get knocked out of you.

HUSH.

#star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #tbb omega #mother talzin #you are omega #the bad batch fanfiction #spooky season #halloween 2023 #tbb: come little children #sequel to tbb: overwatch #18+ account

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