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katapotato55 · 1 year

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How to write a good metaphor

yall seemed to like my post on "how to write good horror" so i figured i should make another one of these.

1- do. not. explain. the. metaphor.

don't.

"oh but how will the audience know my deep and meaningful message- "

SOME PEOPLE WONT GET IT. if you explain what you mean then suddenly the metaphor won't be deep anymore. it becomes a generic forced message.

i know you are tempted to make a character infodump about everything, fucking don't.

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2- a good metaphor should potentially have multiple interpretations.

"but i don't want people to get the wrong impression of the story!"

then you either need to make damn sure its an elegantly written metaphor, or none at all. the death of the author is the idea that everyone has their own vision of a story they read, rearguards of authors intent. you need to come to terms with this or else you won't improve your writing skills.

you need to trust that your audience is intelligent enough to understand the metaphor on their own without bashing them over the head with it. sometimes people misunderstand meaning, it is a fact of life.

The game little inferno was thought of as a metaphor about pollution, in which later the creators went out to say it was actually about capitalism and wasting your life with things like exploitative mobile games. you just need make it SUBTLE and hope for the best.

3- The story/gameplay/etc should inform the metaphor(and sometimes reference real life examples)

To mention little inferno again, the "you must wait x amount of time for in-game item to be given to you" is a mirror of mobile games in the real world that use timers to leach money from you.

another example: analogue horror.

broken old technology is scary on its own, but many good analogue horror artists tend to use this to the advantage.

analogue horror can be used as a metaphor for dying trends and technology, like how in the 30's through 70's we used asbestos in the walls. Analogue horror makes a great parralel to this idea (see Blue_channel by gooseworx for a good example.) . the audience questions WHY this is on an old CRT tv and not just a smartphone, perhaps to imply this was an event that happened years ago.

undertale is another example, where most RPG's encourage you to fight and to level up, undertale uses this as a simple metaphor about obsessive control and being cruel to get an arbitrary achievement (i recommend the escapist's video on "why i didn't review undertale" on youtube for way better examples)

tldr: a metaphor is stronger if you lightly reference real life occurances and implement your metaphor in the medium presented.

4- the curtains are blue because they are blue.

not everyone is going to understand your metaphor

and not everyone is going to notice every single little metaphor you add to your story.

remember those teachers that would constantly stretch to imply something in a story is a metaphor and that the curtains are blue because of some deep metaphor for death and sadness and shit?

those teachers are full of it. ignore them.

metaphors are allowed to be simple. not every metaphor needs to be a hyper deep depth defying world changing thing. I could even argue a bunch of small metaphors connected to each other can be better than one big metaphor depending on your story.

relax. don't think too much about it because your average audience member won't.

5- study movies, tv, books, games, etc and understand why their metaphors work.

don't fall into that "the curtains are blue because of a deep message" English teacher mindset mind you.

"but how do i tell what is and isn't a metaphor?" you may ask

simple. trust your gut. you won't understand everything you come across but the human brain has a way of telling what is and isn't a metaphor in stories.

(spoiler about bugsnax)

I could argue Bugsnax is a metaphor about drug abuse and addiction. The characters have personality traits commonly associated with people vulnerable to drug addiction. An athlete, a hippy, a married couple going through a rough spot in their marriage with the threat of divorce, a mentally ill person with trauma and paranoia, etc.

It isn't obvious, many people may disagree with me, but you can't deny that there are signs i may be right.

(end of spoiler) the point i am trying to make: don't stretch to find a metaphor when you don't see one. if you are curious google other people's theories and make your own opinion. metaphors are hard and you will learn over time. and finally 6- do not ever do "it was all just a dream" or "the character is secretly in a coma" etc this applies to writing in general but it is still related to metaphors. the only time i have seen this done well is driver san francisco, but what it did right was A- make it so the players can guess ahead of time the mystery, such as the radio saying voices of your character in the hospital, or if you zoomed out you could hear a heart monitor. and B- it didn't completely un-do the entire story. that is my core issue with this trope. it either wastes your time un-doing the entire story readers worked hard to finish, or it is just nonsensical and terrible. "dora the explorer is actually in purgatory!" "spongebob is a metaphor for the 7 deadly sins!" "ash is in a coma and that is why he never ages! " ooooor it is a cartoon and you are forcing meaning that doesn't exist in something that doesn't even imply it. the world being a bit weird is not enough to be a metaphor for anything. If you want to make a good metaphor: do more effort than just slapping a lazy "it was all a coma" thing at the end. Like horror, stuff like this needs to be built up properly. also consider authors intent. I understand death of the author and all of that, but do you really think a retired marine biologist made spongebob to be a complex metaphor about sinners in hell ? (rip Stephen Hillenburg btw. we didn't deserve him.) thank you for reading, hope this helps. and please, learn to understand the tropes of metaphors before you attempt to make the story of a generation. edit- adding a couple more things i forgot 7- "the darkness is going to destroy the land or whatever!" i see this used all the time. spooky wookey dark shadowy bits going to destroy a land and is the hero's generic bad thing to fight. stop it. it is not a deep and complex metaphor about depression or whatever the hell you are on about. its lazy and stupid. 8- a story should stand up on its own regardless if audience members understand the metaphor or not I don't like Gris. it is a very pretty game with lovely visuals But also the entire story is just the main character moping about artistically and shit and go on about how artistically sad and dramatic this all is. if i don't understand the story without understanding the metaphor, then your story and your metaphor sucks. an example of a metaphor done well: spiritfairer without the metaphor, it is a simple game about running a traveling boat. even if you didn't care too much about the deeper meaning it is a cute story and the gameplay is fun (spoiler) if you look deeper, it can also be taken as a metaphor about greif and learning to accept your loved ones will one day die. things like the boat being filled with empty houses you can't remove is a good example of this. (end of spoiler) your story needs to stand up on its own to be good. don't use a metaphor as a crutch.

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starchaserdreams · 1 month

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People act like fanfiction shouldn't be taken seriously, but 10 Things I Hate About You is Shakespeare fanfiction and I think we can all agree that that is one of the greatest movies of all time

#and Dante's inferno #etc etc #but im sticking to the real masterpiece here #10 things i hate about you #shakespeare #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #fandom #just writer things #adapt atyd to the screen you cowards #movies #books #william shakespeare

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pyeonghongrie · 8 months

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INFERNO

Summary: The witch trials are in full swing, the church ordered for all witches to be burned at the stake. From morning until the night, you pray for those who turned their back against God. But a knock at your door startled you, the church, in desparation, accused you of witchcraft. Only then did you realize that your God has long forsaken you. Now, you make a deal with the Devil.

Characters/Pairing(s): Demon!Hongjoong X F!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Horror

AUs/Trope info: Demon!AU, Contract Relationship

Word Count: 1605

Warnings: References to witch trials, religious terminologies, oral (f receiving), slight overstim, taking virginity, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, literally talking about giving birth to the anti-christ, killing everyone (im being serious)

Rating: 18+

A/N: This is my late first entry to @/wooyoungmybelovedhusband and @taehyungisminee's Arousal August event, tysm for reading! (Dedicated to my pyeongie brothers felix and jay, honorable mention to orion)

"Halt! You are being seized by the church. You will now confess all your transgressions to the light of the lord." The knights of the holy empire called out to you, the one day you leave the church to purchase food was the day you got accused of dark arts before your peers.

"Wretched witch, pay the price of your sins with blood and tears. Your crimes against our lord will not go unpunished. Come the break of dawn in a fortnight, you shall burn at the stake as you will in hell."

The metal of the constraints dig into your skin, you aren't sure if the metallic scent in the air was rust, or blood, you couldn't hear the screams of those being tortured over the ringing of your own ears.

You pray, this time for your own salvation; but seven days have passed and your god has not come to save you.

Whether it was desperation or disappointment, you couldn't tell. But something pulled you, so magnetic, the darkness that surrounded you was promising vengeance.

The sky grew dark as it was clouded in a tint of red, as if the heavens bled for you, but your back is against them now, no god is here to save you.

"A soul most pure, intriguing, very intriguing." A layered voice said, it whispered, screamed, groaned and moaned. You knew exactly who this was, the lord of darkness himself. "Tell me, after devoting your life to your God, why have you come to beg for my mercy?" The shadows started to condense, each word was also a step towards you, the shadow now vaguely resembling the figure of a man.

"I beg of you, lord of darkness, spare me mercy for my God has forsaken me, give me salvation, and I will then devote my every hour to you, waking or not." You beg as you fall onto your knees, your skin breaking against the cold stone floor as your nails drag across the dirty floor, the grime building as filth under your nails.

He chuckles, "Let me make one thing clear, you call yourself a devotee, but when you are on the stage that is life, you are first and foremost, an actor." The voice echoed in the chamber you were prisoner in, the click of his heeled shoes ticked like a clock, "good actors hone their craft, to captivate the audience; which is why I will offer you a contract. Give what is most pure of you to me, and I shall protect you, give you the power to burn this earth to the ground, return them to me, and I will promise you a life of bliss by my side."

He steps into the dim red light, you see him now, a man dressed in a black suite that was much too modern for your time, his glowing amber eyes pierced your very heart as the smirk on his plump lips bared his fangs to you. His hand is outstretched to you, black lacquered nails and a glowing purple glyph etched onto his skin.

"Come now, won't you shake a poor sinner's hand?"

You jump from your place on the floor, grasping his hand, and with a firm shake, you say, "I do, I promise to answer your every beck and call, I will serve you, my lord."

You feel the mark on his palm burn onto yours, the pain was insurmountable, like all the ends of your nerves were burning, pain that you could feel in the very core of your being, but then, bliss.

The contract has been signed, the seal now is to take your purity.

Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti, beatae Mariae semper virgini, beato Michaeli archangelo, sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis, quia peccavi nimis.

The cathedral bells ring ominously, and a dark red tint paints the sky to warn the people below the heavens that the devil has taken hold of another poor, unfortunate soul.

The choir sang as the church bells rang, another soul lost to the dark hands of the devil. A path of sin paved with blood, sweat, and tears. Solemn was the tone of the town, a young maiden of the nobility embraced the devil himself, lost in his sweet kiss.

You embraced him, your body, mind, and soul now his. In every sense of the word, you gave your life to him. The people mourned and wept for you, their hearts heavy with the weight of this stain, this sin you left for them to bear as you will live forever in the dark bliss of the devil's tongue.

He kissed you passionately, his black heart almost beating for you, cold hands held you delicately, as if the slightest touch would break you, he laid you on the sheet that acted as your bed in this cell.

He trailed his hands slowly, starting from your knees to your thighs, the way his palms ghosted over your skin made goosebumps rise, he hooks his fingers to your draws, pulling the garment from under your skirt and discarding it to an unknown corner of the cell.

He stares down at your heat, golden eyes in a heated stare with your wet pussy, a flower yet to be plucked, dripping with golden honey as the lord of darkness blew the cold air into it.

He placed a delicate kiss to your knee, trailing equally soft kissed down the length of your thigh to the apex of them, your sex clenching in anticipation.

His forked, long tongue licked a stripe across your heat, collecting your sweet essence on his tongue, he groaned at the contact to your velvet flesh, reveling in the feeling of unbridled lust.

You throw your head back, a coil in your stomach was starting to form was the lord worked his tongue around your folds, stopping occasionally to suckle on your clit, you thread your fingers in his hair, pushing his head closer to your heat in a desperate attempt for more friction.

He continued this gentle but dizzying pace with one goal on his mind, to taste the first and last time this flower tasted so sweet.

The coil in your stomach was tightening almost painfully, the pleasure was insurmountable, pressure was building in a way that you never experienced before.

Then the coil snapped.

You throw your head back in a silent scream, your body shivering from the impact of such a powerful orgasm, he continues his ministrations on your heat, only this time avoiding your clit.

He licked your essence off his lips, he discarded his pants somewhere along the time he was between your legs, his firm hands took your legs and threw them over his shoulder, you catch his shoulder,

"Wait!" You plead, "my lord, your name, please give me your name." you say, the dark lord stared at you, but only for a moment.

"Hongjoong, Hongjoong would be more suitable for your human tongue." He said, as he finally entered you.

"Hongjoong-!" you gasp out, the stretch of his girth deliciously burned, his hard cock dragging into your heat with just friction that it didn't matter how wet you already were.

He rolls his hips in a slow and steady pace, taking in every new expression on your face and sound that you make. He bit his lip, holding back his own noises to savor the sweet sounds falling freely from your lips.

He picks his pace up after he notices you relax more, the force that his hips meet yours made your body rock upwards, shaking from the pressure that was rubbing against your walls.

"I'll breed you, your body, mind, and soul, all mine for the rest of time. I'll plant my seed into you, you'll bare the devil's children, mother of demons. My whore for all eternity." He breathed out, ragged from the force he was thrusting into you, you could only feel the rapid thumping of your heart over the ringing in your ears, your head was pleasantly empty, the only thoughts in your head was the delicious drag of his cock into you.

"Oh- Hongjoong-! It feels so good, oh- I feel it-!" You moan out, although you aren't sure if that's exactly what you said, for all you know, it could've just been babbling noises.

"Yes, cum around my cock, cream on it and milk it for it for all it's worth." he groans out, clearly also close to his release.

Another coil snaps in you, this time, much more powerful. You can fill a surge of dark power being absorbed into you at the same time Hongjoong spills his seed into you, this dark force was hot, it felt like you had the power of a god swirling inside of you.

Out of breathe, Hongjoong looks at you, "by the break of dusk, you will no longer be human. Let the sleep take you, my dear, for the next time you awaken, your final waking place will be all of the new world. I promise you that."

He said as he placed a searing kiss to your forehead.

By the time the sun rose again, all the strength you had lost from being imprisoned here had not only returned to you, but you are now stronger, the dark flame burning under your skin fueled your anger.

The cell, the dungeon, all the king's men, all the king's subjects, and the king himself, will not escape your inferno.

The only throne left standing is the one where Hongjoong sits, ruling over the sinners of the old world with you by his side.

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sid-posts · 24 days

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consider an rb for sample size?

#tumblr polls #poll #poll time #random polls #my polls #polls #fanfic #fan fiction #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #dante’s inferno #dante’s divine comedy #books #literature #literary history

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weanwinwhester · 4 months

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the best destiel fanfiction is Dante’s Inferno.

#supernatural #supernatural crack #deancas #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #muppet natural #dante #the inferno #dante’s inferno #fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #destiel fanfic #destiel fic #in the original latin ofc #my master my guide please just fuck already

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earlgrey24 · 2 months

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#I'm so sorry #saw the painting and just had to #dante #vergil #which circle of hell is this #a rhetorical question just to be clear #dante alighieri #literature memes #ao3 #fanfiction #la divina commedia #inferno #art #italian renaissance #fanfic #divine comedy #literature #literature shitpost #hall of fame

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rareomens · 3 months

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Rare Omens 2024 Day 12

Lucifer + Crowley!

The Ineffable Inferno what are these two up to? Share your Good Omens fanworks with them and tag us.

You can also post to the AO3 collection Rare_Omens, which we'll check regularly throughout the prompt month.

#good omens #good omens 2 #rare omens #rare omens 2024 #crowley #lucifer good omens #lucifer #ineffable inferno #good omens fanart #good omens fanfic #rare pairs #prompts

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skyrim-forever · 9 months

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The Dragonborn's Inferno

Since my silly little post about wanting to write a crossover TES/Divine Comedy garnered a lot of interest I decided to go ahead and give it a shot! This is a little scene I'm working on for Canto I of Inferno.

Tagging those who showed interested in reading: @greyborn2 @lucien-lachance @thana-topsy @naturalbornlosers @ladytanithia @alicehealer @abstractredd @saffronornah @faenamoonseeker @notoriousbastardlover @alpha-centauriiae <3

Thank you so much for your interest it was really motivating, I hope you enjoy!

Canto I

Ascended half-way up the mountain I found myself obscured in snow Confused, and I knew I lost the way

There was no way to tell where I was The snow blowing wildly in the wind To remember it sends a shiver down my spine

The wind so biting, but not worse than death itself Arkay’s embrace had eluded me that day For there was good to be found on that mountain

The wind had cleared to let me see That I was at the Throat of the World All of Tamriel within my vision

I could see much further than any time prior From the Adamantine Tower in High Rock To the festering jewel of Black Marsh

But the view did not remain mine alone For from behind me came the roar of a troll A frost troll, one that I had recognized

Having fought this valiant foe before I was surprised to have found it again Especially now, on one such day

The troll lunges for my arm Narrowly dodging it’s fearsome claws I went to ready an attack

I did not have time to go on the offence For a golden figure appeared between the troll and I Reduced it to nothing but dust

“Have mercy on me you, you the man before me” I shouted to the figure A figure which transformed into a man

A man of simple robes And medium length tawny hair Stood before me, his smile warm

“No longer a man, but in my mortal life I was one. I was born in the Imperial Province A commoner, meant to fulfill a divine purpose.

My youth was spent in debauchery, Until I found the Divines. Who never intended for me to rule.”

How could I have not known? I open my mouth to speak Fearful of stuttering in his presence

“For you are Emperor Martin Septim,

The leader, the martyr, who died for Tamriel. You who embodied Akatosh in that great battle.”

I finished my statement by bowing Grateful that he had appeared to me To know that I did not walk this plane alone

“I come to you now, in my true form, Despite it all, in my heart I am but a priest, acting in his will”

Gesturing for me to stand up, I obeyed the Emperor To which he spoke again to me

“You who have lived a thousand lives Dragonborn does not cover the extent of you life” The Avatar of Akatosh tells me

“You who have been Listener and Guildmaster, Moon-born and Vampire, Stormcloak and Legionnaire”

I was humbled by his kind words That the Hero of the Oblivion Crisis And last true Emperor, would even speak to me

“You flatter me my liege But I stand but a humble individual Graced in your divine light”

And I continued to speak my praises “You who, along with the Hero of Kvatch Succeeded in destroying Mehrunes Dagon”

Through the grace of Akatosh, he laughed A slight chuckle in good will Divinity had only increased his kindness

“I say nothing that is untrue friend, For I who has always known you, See in my heart you, truly, as Akatosh’s chosen”

The Avatar of Akatosh himself Saw me as an equal, even if my actions Pale in comparison to his

“Please, my Emperor, tell me about that day! The day Kvatch was attacked!” I plead with him

A warm smile emerged on his face “I’m afraid most memories have left me, Memories of my dear friend are gone.”

“Though I may not remember their name, Nor do I remember their face, I do remember the warmth of their friendship”

His eyes closed, basking in the memories “But I do not you are not unlike them Both prisoners burdened by destiny”

A moment of silence fell between us I waited for the last Septim to break it To which he did

“We must make haste Dragonborn, For I have been asked to guide you. Another divine quest is asked of you”

And so we left that mountain The highest point in Tamriel Followed his lead into the void.

#skyrim #the elder scrolls #tes #tesblr #oblivion #Martin septim #dragonborn #dovahkiin #Dragonborn's inferno #the divine comedy parody #I tried to capture Dante's simping for Virgil #which isn't hard because it's martin #who wouldn't think he's the greatest #he is the greatest #skyrim fanfic #tes fanfic #fanfic #fanficition

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blue-inferno · 1 year

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Heh! Suprise ^^

Yep this will be a full fan fic. Love, loss, friends, family.....and sacrifices.

#transformers prime #transformers #miko nakadai #bulkhead #optimus prime #bumblebee #tfp #arcee #ultra magnus #wheeljack #fanfic #blue inferno updates #blue inferno speaks #im really excited to begin this #and equally excited to upload chapters soon!

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leeknowlover99 · 4 months

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singles inferno with enhypen hyung line episode 1 inferno

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series synopsis next part

warnings: none really for this part ;) fluff, some flirting

synopsis:

Singles inferno - you have seen first two seasons on netflix and definitely enjoyed watching them but never imagined that you could be part of this show. yet now you were sitting in the helicopter which is supposed to take you inferno. to be fair it all happened very fast. one girls night and under influence your friends convinced you to apply. another day and you actually received positive feedback and was asked for a call. one thing lead to another and now you were here. your participation actually made sense. you didn’t really have time or patience to go on dates. you were mostly focused on work. since your first book was published and sold millions of copies you were constantly working on new stories and promoting yourself in social media. if not a boyfriend at least you’ll gain more popularity by taking part in the show. actually you didn’t really expect to find a partner here, but at least it should be fun to meet new people.

pairings: Heesung x reader, Sunghoon x reader

ep 1 inferno

filming crew helped you with stepping out of the helicopter and you were immediately surrounded with make up artists who powdered your face and brushed your hair. they explained to you that they will film few shots of you coming in and instructed you how to act. all of that was very rushed and made you a bit confused. it all looked much more simple in tv. but at least you didn’t have time to be nervous as you didn’t even have a minute for yourself. as the staff instructed you began to walk to the meeting point where you were going to see other participants for the first time. path was quite rough and you had to walk slowly in your delicate shoes. you didn’t want to sprain your ankle on the first day. you decided to wear a white sundress, nothing too over the top but cute and classy. that was the vibe you wanted to give off at the beginning. you posed for a camera and started to focus on the view in front of you. you were slowly approaching the space where few seats for contestants were arranged. you could make up two figures already sitting there. they slowly became more defined as you approached them. it was a blond girl wearing colorful jumpsuit and tall guy with black hair. they looked like total opposites. hot and cold. the guy was really handsome, prince like looking. when you came close enough you introduced yourself “hello i’m y/n, nice to meet you.” girl welcomed you with a warm smile “hi! i’m Lee Mina”. guy also introduced himself “i’m Park Sunghoon”. you smiled trying not to look awkward and sat in between of them, camera following you. after that camera man shouted “cut, next person coming in 5”. you took time to look around. surroundings looked different than in previous seasons, much more wildness and green spaces in the sites. you were pretty sure it was a different island. they also went for a different vibe with decorations, more rough looking rather than cute and romantic. that was quite surprising. “ugh it’s so hot, they should’ve provided us with some water” Mina started a conversation between you three. you participated in the small talk until they started filming again. this time it was a guy approaching you. he was quite short but very good looking, the type of guy who knows that he’s attractive. he greeted you with a warm smile and sat at the end next to Mina. “nice to meet you, i’m Sim Jaeyun but everyone calls me Jake”. he seemed very friendly, his aura made you smile sincerely. next person was a beautiful girl Soo-ah, you noticed that Sunghoon caught her eye immediately, however she sat down next to you. after her another guy appeared, he was slim and tall, had a pretty smile and a mischievous glint in his eyes. he looked like trouble. “i’m Lee Heesung” he introduced himself and sat down. sudden loud sound made you all jump a little.

“welcome in the inferno singles.” said the recorded voice. you looked around others surprised that there was only six of you, they also looked a bit confused, Jake’s gaze was intrigued, Sunghoon frowned, Heesung’s expression was unreadable. voice proceeded to explain the rules of the singles inferno and at the end invited you to the cafeteria. after all of you stood up to search for that place filming crew stopped you. “before we move on we’ll shoot invidual interviews” director explained. one by one contestants were being interviewed while others could catch a break. sadly conversation between you were not allowed. however you took time to observe the rest of the contestants. except for Sunghoon who was visibly tense and restless everyone seemed pretty relaxed. Jake and Soo-ah disappeared somewhere, Mina was chatting with the stylist and Heesung was currently being interviewed, you heard him laugh loudly. next was your turn. you were seated in front of beautiful sea view when they asked you to share your first impressions. “Sunghoon seems the most interesting and good looking to me but all the guys are very attractive.” you honestly admitted. “girls are very pretty too, competition will be intense for sure.” you continued. “can you give us your strong point in comparison to others?” director asked. “hm i think everyone here has a very strong charming point, i hope that everyone will figure one mine on their own” you smiled gracefully. comparing yourself and listing your best qualities wasn’t really your thing so you hoped this answer will be good enough.

after shooting your individual interviews you could finally chat with others while walking to cafeteria. “there’s only six of us, this is so surprising” Jake started with wide eyes, he looked like a cute puppy. “thats so unexpected, it definitely limits the pairing options” Soo-ah replied first as you were walking down the hill. “are you not satisfied with the options you have?” Sunghoon teased. you could sense the chemistry between them. when sad realization hit you you stopped paying attention and slipped on the loose stone. you felt yourself get closer to the ground ready for a hard landing when strong hands grabbed you by your waist and hoisted you up. you looked up your heart suddenly beating very fast. your eyes met Heesungs dark gaze. “careful Y/N” he said honest care on his face. you blushed involuntarily. he was attractive. “you can hold my arm on the way down” he proposed. you gently wrapped your hand around his bicep. his muscles hard beneath you fingers. he smirked at you. “but since there’s three girls and three boys everyone has a chance to go to paradise” Mina continued the topic. “i already can’t wait to escape this place” Soo-ah said wiping sweat of her forehead. it was incredibly hot in here but you finally reached the cafeteria. you slowly unwrapped your hand from Heesung. “thanks for saving me from the fall” you smiled. “no biggie”.

screams of others interrupted your conversation with Heesung. “all they gave us are carrots and chicken!” Soo-ha dramatically gasped. you looked around and all came to the conclusion that there’s nothing else here. “i guess that’s it. let’s make the best out of it” Mina laughed and started preparing the table. you noticed water dispenser in the corner and started filling the cups for everyone. at some point Jake joined you and helped you distribute the cups. “i’m so thirsty. can’t believe it’s so hot here” he commented. “yeah it’s definitely going to be hard in the daytime. but at least we’ll see everyone sweaty and imperfect” you laughed. when you finished with water everyone was already sat and one place was left next to Mina and opposite of Heesung. you were a bit disappointed that you were so far away from Sunghoon, him sitting in the corner at the other side of the table. you have already interacted with Heesung and Jake, but not with him. you felt a little knot in your stomach twisting at the sight of food and realized that you were actually very hungry. you didn’t have time to eat a proper meal today. you tried to open canned chicken but it was difficult with your long nails and you visibly struggled. “let me help” Heesung chuckled and reached out. he opened the can without any trouble. “you are my designated savior i see” you smiled, he was definitely growing on you. “anything for you madam” he winked. chicken wasn’t the best but you were not complaining. together with carrots it tasted quite okay. “i can’t wait to find out people’s ages and careers” Mina was saying “it’s so weird speaking to everyone not knowing that”. “yeah it’s actually really hard to tell” Jake agreed. “people in their 20s and 30s really do look alike a lot, but there are some small features and mannerisms that can give it away” Soo-ah commented munching on the carrot loudly. you saw Sunghoon smile at her gently. it looked like he was already hers. you decided you shift your attention from him at least for now. “who do you think is the youngest and who is the oldest?” you asked. “i think Heesung might be the youngest” Jake started “he has very youthful vibes. but i won’t say who i think is the oldest because i don’t want to offend anyone” everyone laughed. “it must be a girl then according to you” Mina picked on him and Jake started nervously explaining himself. all of you smiling and laughing. it really felt like you all were getting along well. cameras around you were pretty distracting but you tried to ignore them. “ugh bitter” Heesung frowned after biting his carrot. “here try mine, they are sweet” you offered still having a lot of carrots in your bowl. he took one and gave it a bite. “sweet like you” he smiled. damn he really was shamelessly flirting with you in front of everyone. “duh” you smiled back at him. you finished your food in a friendly chatter, it felt a bit awkward but you felt like everyone is warming up slowly.

“singles, you will now take part in first couple matching” voice startled you all. “what??” Soo-ah screamed. “already?” Jake spoke at the same time. “please look under the table where you will find a ticket to paradise. please write a name of the person you want to go with. after that you will give it to that person. matched couples will immediately go to paradise.” you all exchanged shocked looks, curiously peeking under the table. “yah, this season is crazy!” Sunghoon commented. “how are we supposed to chose so fast” Mina dramatically looked up. “i want to go so bad!” Soo-ah pouted.

“please think for a minute and write the name in a way so others can’t see it” director rushed you gently. you exchanged looks with Heesung as you reached for your tickets. you had a feeling he was going to choose you. you took a peek at other two guys and without further thinking wrote down the name of the person you wanted to go with.

“please tell us who you chose and why” director asked you. they were shooting the shots of everyone in the same time before couple matching. you explained your choice and you were all gathered in the half circle again to give out your tickets.

“first Jake” voice announced. Jake nervously fixed is hair and slowly took two steps towards Mina. she smiled when he handed her the ticket. as you expected Soo-ah chose Sunghoon. “now Heesung” tall boy looked down and slowly walked in front of other girls and stopped looking at you. you grabbed the ticket from him heart beating fastened as you held eye contact with him before he returned to his spot. Mina chose Jake and it was Sunghoons turn. small part of you still hoped he will choose you. however he stopped in front of Soo-ah. you intuition was right. “and finally Y/N.” you didn’t want to stretch it so you confidently made your way to Heesung. his gaze was different now, before it was hopeful - now flirty. you broke the intense eye contact before you could blush. “now all the couples will hold hands and make their way to paradise” voice announced. you watched as others left, first Jake and Mina, then Sunghoon and Soo-ah. after all you decided to chose Heesung as he was extremely attractive as well and you felt the strongest chemistry with him. you were still curious of Sunghoon but your priority was Heesung now. you grabbed his large hand and you slowly made you way towards the helicopter, cameras around you but you did not feel awkward one bit. “are you surprised?” you asked him. “no, i’m glad. it was quite obvious how couple matching will go.” he smirked at you squeezing your hand tighter. “you definitely do not lack confidence” you teased him squeezing his hand in response. “it’s nice that everyone will go to paradise though. but do you think the couples will last?” you asked. “i guess we need to find out sweetheart.”

bonuses

Heesungs first interview

“all girls are okay. Y/N caught my eye the most, i’m intrigued by her and want to get to know her better. i feel like we might look cute together. i would say my strong point is my charm, i’m not worried about other guys, i can get what i want.”

Sunghoons first interview

“Soo-ah seems interested in me, appearance wise she is very much in my type so i want to talk to her. Y/N interests me as well. I’m rather quiet at first but i’m definitely the funniest after i open up.”

Jakes first interview

“Mina caught my attention first, love her clothing and smile. i love positive people. my strongest point hmm i guess i can’t reveal that yet” laughter.

Heesungs second interview

“I chose Y/N as my first impression was further confirmed. she’s cute and sexy, we had many interactions and i’m confident that she’ll chose me as well.”

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INFERNO Chap 1 (portgas d ace x ofc)

series masterlist

pairing: portgas d ace x devil fruit user! original female character

4k words

warnings: language, mild violence, sad backstory lol

a/n: Oh no I've fallen into another fanfic and can't get up.....

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It’s with a harsh bang on her door and a steel-toned command from her mother that Orion begrudgingly opened her eyes on her eighteenth birthday.

Not that it mattered, per say. To her, it was just another day.

But, she mused while shuffling out of bed, it’s my day to run the stall.

That was enough to put a pep in her step.

She quickly ran a brush through her hair, wincing at the tangles scattered throughout the long strands. The girl rushed to get dressed knowing her parents wouldn’t be happy if she wasn’t out of the house before sunrise.

Her mother was sitting at the kitchen table when Orion finally hurried downstairs, placing the newspaper dutifully into her father’s waiting hand.

“Lots of pirates in town lately,” her father stated, barely sparing a glance at the person he’s addressing.

Not that it’s needed, they’re all aware his words are meant for her.

“Don’t allow them to haggle,” he lowered the paper, throwing her a condescending stare, as if he were speaking to a toddler. His daughter bit her tongue, pushing down the fury that builds when he looks at her like that. “Pirates pay full price. Hell, charge them higher too,” he sneered. “If you can manage.”

The villagers of Torappu Island didn’t view pirates too fondly, apart from Orion. She and her brother had a fascination with them ever since meeting a well-known crew in their earlier days, long before her brother had gone missing in the sea, before her parents looked at her with contempt, before she tamped down her burning desire to escape to somewhere, anywhere, as long as it was off this island.

Her eye twitched just a small amount, something she was proud of given her innate desire to talk back. She dipped her head. “Yes father,” she responded in a monotone voice, careful to mask her irritation behind a dry piece of bread. Hurriedly, she swallowed and allowed her eyes to flicker towards the framed photo adorning the wall, the only of its kind in the house. The girl silently bid her late brother’s portrait farewell, knowing he would no doubt be rolling his eyes at their father’s tone if he were here.

With a thump her backpack settled against her shoulder blades, bouncing as she left the house. She offered a muted goodbye to her parents that went unanswered, not that she expected them to say anything anyways.

No one mentions her birthday.

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The walk to the town square was pleasant, all things considered.

Sure, it meant she had to push a cart full of metal items up a hill, but a breeze blew her hair gently, offering a reprieve from the heat that was sure to creep up later this afternoon. A smile graced Orion’s face when she remembered she won’t have to tiptoe around her parents until later tonight.

She was free, at least for a handful of hours.

Torappu Island wasn’t a hidden gem, a slice of paradise, or a particularly interesting place of note. It was an island in the West Blue that got business from travelers passing through, simple as that. The Navy didn’t patrol here as often, but had a base further east.

The town square that held the market was plain with a few dozen stalls. The teen arrived when the sun still hadn't risen yet, giving polite greetings to the other merchants she passed.

Her family’s stall was in the middle of the plaza, settled between a fishmonger and a tarot reader. Orion opened it promptly, pulling out the metal goods her father expertly created (something her brother used to help with) and laid them out in the exact way she’d been taught.

She ran her hands over one of the newer crafted swords with oil, a process she’d done thousands of times. It’s better to polish before selling, the girl repeated to herself. It’ll make the blades shine brighter to potential buyers.

The first half of the day went by quickly, and far too easily. She should have been wary.

More travelers than usual were flowing in and out of the market; Orion felt like she could hardly breathe in between flashing polite smiles to them all.

“Looks like Mommy and Daddy let you out of the dungeon for the day.”

She sighed.

The day had been going too well, it seemed. Tango, a tall teen who had a face littered with acne and an unfortunately beautiful smile, was smirking at her.

“Horatio,” she called out sweetly to the old man running the fish stall. “Your fish seem to be incredibly potent today.” Her nose wrinkled as she took a few sniffs, turning towards the teen who had an intense pleasure in tormenting her. “Oh wait, never mind!” Orion widened her eyes in false surprise, giving a sneer back. “It’s just him.”

She clocked a group of loud, rowdy men exiting the bar a little ways away. Potential customers.

Orion needed the idiot to skedaddle quickly if she wanted to make a sale. “Please do us all a favor and leave,” the girl sent a glare to the couple of boys flanking him, waving them away. “No one needs you three spreading whatever disease you’ve got going on to the rest of us.”

Predictably, Tango scowled, his hand covering one of his cheeks in embarrassment. “It’s acne and it’s normal !” His hand went for a pistol on his waist, something he’d threatened her with at least a dozen times this year already. Though she doubted he’d actually do anything, the spoiled brat was too pompous to ever learn how to properly use one, her right hand hadn’t left the short dagger slung on her waist once since he’d arrived. She wasn’t totally confident he wouldn’t accidentally shoot her. “At least my parents love me.”

“Ouchie,” she drawled mockingly, rolling her eyes. He’d only used that taunt for the past eight years. “Tango, put that down, we both know you’ve got no clue how to use it,” a delicate sneer settled on her face. “It’s more pathetic when you act like you can.”

The boy scoffed, unaware of the group of men coming to a stop behind him. Orion wasn’t sure how, the men had an overwhelming aura about them.

He waved the pistol. “What’s pathetic is pretending like the whole island doesn’t know how unwanted you are. What was it your father told mine, just yesterday?” he tilted his head in thought.

She braced herself, knowing whatever it was was likely true. His father was the mayor, who had nothing better to do than gossip. And Tango had nothing better to do than spread that gossip. “Akio was the only child they wanted?”

Duh, she thought with another eyeroll. “Is that all?”

She glanced at the group of men again, aware that they had paused to observe their interaction. It wasn’t everyday you saw teens threatening each other, she guessed.

“Hm.” Clearly expecting a different reaction, Tango continued after a brief falter. “He also said you’re the reason he’s dead,” he smiled wickedly.

Her grip on the hilt tightened.

It didn’t go unnoticed. “And you’re, well, dead weight to them now,” the three boys laughed. “‘Useless’ is the word he used. Even told my father how he wishes it was you who had died instead. Said your mother can’t look at you without thinking of him.”

Regretfully, she felt her right eye twitch. It’s nothing you didn’t already know .

It wasn't like it was a secret.

“And,” he added as a final blow, finally holding the gun steady. “He said he needed to get rid of the extra mouth to feed. Asked if I’d be interested in marryin’ you so he could stop seeing you every day.”

Her face screwed up in disgust at the thought, too disturbed about the last part to be hurt by the rest.

“Naturally my father declined.” Tango looked just as repulsed, eyeing her reaction. “But it pains me to see someone so desperate to get rid of their child.” With a slight fumble of the holster he finally pointed the gun at her and yanked back the hammer. “Why don’t I help them out—”

“I’ve told you before,” Orion had her dagger pulled out in record time, flipping the blade towards her and knocking the gun out of Tango’s hand with a bruising hit to his wrist with the hilt, careful to mind the sharp edge. “You don’t pull a gun out unless you’re going to use it,” she stated flatly, ignoring the incredibly amused grins the two men in front of the group wore as she flipped her weapon back over properly.

It was with a fleeting glance after they laughed loudly, drawing the attention of the teens that she noticed they had their hands placed on their weapons too.

“‘Little Miss is correct. You know what Captain says about pistols,” the taller man said to the others. Older, if the gray curls tied back were any indication. She found herself vaguely fascinated by the large, X-shaped scar crossing over the left side of his face. “And there’s that old saying of why boys like pulling on girls’ pigtails.”

“This seems to be a little more than a schoolboy crush, Benn,” the blonde next to him said, hand on his own pistol with a glare settling on the boys.

“I’d rather throw myself into the sea,” Orion spat to the delight of the older patrons, twirling her dagger and returning it to its place on her waist.

“You've done enough to disturb the peace, boys,” the lady who did tarot readings next to her finally said, cackling as she fussed with her cards. “It's time to return home with your tail between your legs. The sands of fate don’t wait for anybody and I need to make a livin’. Can't do it with this ruckus.”

Tango flushed at the amount of eyes now on him. He turned to leave and cradled his wrist as his eyes burned into Orion’s. “This isn’t over, bitch.”

She waved him along, unwilling to sigh a breath of relief until the trio were gone. It was an easy decision to shove the emotions over what he had said deep down.

“Now that that’s over, what do we have here, little lady?” The men peered down at her stall, eyeing the goods that were still available.

She allowed another wary moment to pass before slipping back into the saleswoman persona she enjoyed utilizing while selling.

“The best metal on the island,” she replied confidently. Her father might be awful, but the craftsman made some damn good swords.

“Ahh,” the man with the scar hummed. “Makes sense why you know your way around a blade.”

She snorted. “Only know enough to sell them.” The girl counted six men in total hovering around her table, and though she kept an easygoing smile on her face, her hand was back on the hilt of her dagger. “And to keep the idiots at bay.”

“That so?” He noticed too, smiling around the cigarette that hung precariously hanging from his mouth. “Captain’s been looking for a new blade, been a while since we’ve stopped here,” he turned around to glance at the group, missing the way her eyes widened at the word.

Captain.

Pirates. She forced herself to remain still, eyes flickering suspiciously between the men to make sure none of them tried to snag something without paying. There’d been two such cases of it today already and she sorely didn’t want to clean up blood again.

“Captain around?” the man asked the blonde who shrugged, choosing instead to look closer at a short blade.

“How much does this one go for, lass?” He picked the cutlass up.

“80,000 beri,” she answered evenly, offering a saccharine smile when he sputtered at the price, setting it back down. Father did say he wanted her to upsell, after all. She’d keep the extra since he couldn’t keep his mouth shut around the Mayor… again . “It might sound high, but you won’t find quality like this anywhere else in the Grand Line. I guarantee it.” At his stare, she gestured to a bowl of keychains she made when she wasn’t working or sleeping. “I’ll throw in one of those for free.”

“Little miss is right,” a warm voice interrupted the man’s stammering. The group parted for him easily. “Bought a sword from here a few years ago and been good to me.” A man, tan and toned, if the chest peeking out from his barely buttoned dark blue shirt was any indication, stepped in front of her and smiled so brightly that Orion had to blink a few times. Maybe they’re not pirates, after all.

No, she realized after her eyes finally made their way up to the man’s hair, so red it rivaled the tuna the old man next to her was selling. They are.

“Might even be the same stand,” the man, the captain , looked at her with a curious eye, flickering between the sign above her head and her face. He leaned in far, far too close for her comfort, grinning all the while. “Pretty sure you’re the same lass who helped sell it, if my memory serves me right.”

“Sorry,” The teen raised an eyebrow, flicking the dirty blonde bangs out of her face. She leaned back, willing her blush away; she wasn’t used to pirates smelling so good. “But who are you?” It didn’t matter that she already knew; it’d be hard for anyone to forget that hair.

Her question made him pout though, causing the small group to erupt in laughter, the other men elbowing him in amusement before wandering off, leaving just the captain and the graying man. Benn, she recalled. “She’s a delight, this one.”

Captain Shanks of the Red Hair Pirates introduced himself with a confident tone and a firm handshake, eyes twinkling as he insisted that he definitely remembered her from all those years ago.

“You asked so many questions about pirates I thought you and your brother would become one of us one day!” he smiled again. She couldn’t detect any malice or teasing in his tone as her cheeks burned at the memory, eyes prickling a bit.

“Yeah, well,” Orion swallowed. “So did we.” There’s a hint of wistfulness present in her statement, but she shakes it off, forcing a tight smile onto her face. She has to meet a quota, after all. “So what brings you to Torappu?”

Captain Shanks didn’t ask more about her brother. “Just passing through. West Blue’s always fun, but we’re headed back to the Grand Line. Pirate things to do, and all,” he winked.

He needs to stop that. Orion felt her face getting hot again.

Benn rolled his eyes.

“What’s it like,” she eventually responded when her cheeks weren’t as hot, unaware that her voice had settled to a whisper. “Being a pirate?”

Both pairs of eyes lit up at the question, looking at each other in amusement. “You asked that before, all those years ago,” the captain leaned to one side, humming and placing a hand on his hip. Orion noticed faintly that he only had one arm now. “Didn't you?”

“No, it was…” She shook her head, her mind floating to the memory before responding faintly, if only a tad forlorn. “My brother did.”

He gave her a gentle smile, having caught on to her thinly-veiled grief. “Being a pirate,” Captain Shanks said, eyes flickering to the girl’s blade. “Is the freest one can be.”

“You said that last time too.” Orion is suddenly overwhelmed by the same wave of emotions that she felt all those years ago. The ones that pushed in her chest and pulled at her heart.

With a sigh she bottled it up inside again, unwilling to think about it except for in the privacy of her blankets later. “So,” swallowing hard, the girl taps her fingers on the table in an anxious fashion, gesturing to the sword the pirate wore. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Huh?” He blinked, looking down in surprise at the change in topic. “Oh, nothing!” the man exclaimed. “It’s still just as perfect as it was the day I got it.” With a charming grin he unsheathed it, handing it to her to inspect.

She mused at the craftsmanship of the blade, agreeing that her father’s work still held up.

Not that she’d ever tell him that.

Carefully, she handed it back, shocked the pirate captain even gave it to her in the first place. He could kill me without it, Orion thought. “What are you looking for then?”

His expression seemed introspective. “Something new,” he finally answered. She felt a shift in his gaze, and his eyebrows furrowed a bit before the worry was wiped away, eyes flickering to his friend and back at her. The same teasing lilt colored his tone again. “You got anything shiny?”

It succeeded in making her laugh, and she willingly showed him several of the newer wares her father made, the freshly polished ones from this morning.

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The bundles of beri bouncing in her bag brought a satisfied smile to Orion’s face as she strolled home the way she came, wondering how quiet of an evening she could have if she decided to skip dinner and head straight to bed when she got back.

“Ow!” Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp, sudden pain on her head. She looked down, hand flying up to where a rock had just been hurtled into her.

Her eyes widened at the sight of it at her feet. Quickly, she bent down to pick it up. Whipping her head to the direction the rock came from, she swore. A little over fifty feet away, a large group of teenagers were sprinting full force at her, holding an array of weapons.

It took all of two seconds to recognize who was smiling wickedly at her and only one to choose whatever punishment abandoning her father’s cart would land her in over letting the group catch up to her. Hiking her bag up higher, she promptly tossed the cart aside, turned to beam the rock back and sprinted away, chancing a look behind her to see if she’d made contact. “Shit!”

Was that a pitchfork? She couldn’t stop the string of curses if she wanted to, her heartbeat thumping wildly at the ambush.

Tango had somehow gathered his entire gang to hunt her, it seemed. He shouted as her rock nailed him in the forehead (she snickered) and she couldn’t stop the insult loftily thrown over her shoulder if she tried, the pride from landing a hit while so distracted too great. It didn’t help that her usually acute awareness of when to keep her mouth shut never worked around the asshole. “Shouldn’t you be washing your face or something?”

She didn’t have to see his reaction as she bounded across the moist grass and trampled flowers. The boy simply roared. “You’ve pissed me off for the last time! I’m gonna kill you!”

“Really,” Orion huffed, adjusting the bag on her shoulder and willing herself not to trip down the steep hill. As if he wasn’t the one who threw it first!

Another wave of rocks soared over her, blending in with the setting sky against her silhouette frantically running home.

It’s her own fault, really.

She was lucky looking back one time without stumbling. It didn’t seem her luck extended to another.

Tango’s face was bright red, his eyes unable to hide how fucking murderous he was. It seemed he was serious this time.

His eyes were the last thing she saw before gravity laughed at her, and she fell hard.

Dammit. The world is a blur of round chaos as she went rolling down the hill, finally coming to a stop roughly against a pile of boulders near one of the cliffs.

It only took seconds for them to catch up to her.

“Happy birthday,” Tango sang mockingly, the bright smile he had that could be handsome if he weren’t so terribly horrible of a person blinding her.

It’s with a faint and stupid thought while her head flops back against the earth that Orion thinks she could be flattered that her bully is the only person who remembered her birthday. As it were, however, he said it while kicking her ( hard ) from her spot on the ground, so she decided to not think too highly of the action.

“Or should I say, happy death day?”

"Clever." An eye roll happened on its own accord. A handful of kicks are given all over her body in return.

Orion wheezed.

“Grab her,” Tango ordered. The others do as he says, all too eager to obey him.

Orion’s eye was rapidly swelling, she could feel it. There was a mild panic rising in her now; their disputes often ended with the girl fleeing to her house or running until he got tired.

This was different.

The boys drug her to the cliffside, the waves of the sea crashing far, far below them. Hundreds of feet below them.

She shuddered.

Alarm bells rang loud in her head. Orion knew she wouldn't be able to get away easily this time. Her right hand twitched, aching to grab her dagger and stab it through the boy’s stupid mouth but suddenly and painfully it was twisted back with a quick order. The weapon was seized and dangled in front of her.

Her bully knew all of her tells, after all.

“Here,” Tango sneered after she rose painfully on her knees, fully prepared to tackle him as a last resort.

The group surrounded her on all sides; the only open space was at her back, where the edge was. Full and complete desperation filled her lungs.

There was no way she could barrel through them all.

“A birthday present.” A dark orb was tossed onto her lap carelessly. “Eat it.”

“What?” Orion couldn’t stop the question, looking at the object with a faint groan, her ribs would no doubt be bruised in the morning, if she miraculously lived until then. “Not hungry, thanks.”

“Eat it,” Tango repeated, poison laced in his tone as he gestured to the cliff’s edge that was kissing her heels. Her heart plummeted. “Or jump into the sea.”

She licked her lips, dry from the unforgiving salty air. Finally, she looked up at him. “Why?”

“Today was the last straw,” he spat. “You’ve embarrassed me for years.”

“You’ve tormented me for years!” she yelled back indignantly, hair whipping around angrily in the wind. “I never did anything to you!”

“You lived!”

She couldn’t stop the laugh if she tried.

“He was my friend,” Tango snarled, his voice breaking a little in a way that she’d laugh at if he wasn’t about to kill her. "Everyone will be happier with you gone."

“You barely knew him.” Exasperated, she locked her gaze with him. “He was my brother.” Unwilling to indulge him any longer, she rolled her eyes. “If I jump into the sea,” Orion raised an eyebrow, sounding less terrified than she felt at the thought. “I’ll pull you in with me.”

“Crazy bitch.” Armed with the decade of memories that confirm she would, in fact, do that, they all took a step back.

Looking down, she briefly considered the object he tossed at her. It was an odd thing.

“Poison,” the whispered glee of the kids behind her tormentor carried over to her in the wind. She can barely hear them over the waves below. Briefly, Orion noticed her hands were trembling. “It’s poison.”

She should have recognized the swirls on it, but the object, a fruit, maybe, was so dark she could hardly make them out.

She would have recognized it, too, if only she hadn’t been utterly terrified at the threat of leaping off the side of a hundred-foot cliff. Her brother used to give her lectures on them when they were younger after all, eager for them both to find one and explore the oceans together.

It was a pretty easy decision, all things considered. She had a better chance of making it home poisoned than in pieces from the rocks below.

Besides, she really, really hated heights.

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"Artist", Sleep Token fanfiction (iii x vessel)

What happens when III fails at the one thing he promised himself to finally do? And how does that connect to a new barista in town, Vessel?

TW. suicide, trauma, self harm, eating disorders There will be NSFW content.

FIrst chapter under the cut, on AO3 or Wattpad.

III looked in the mirror and smiled sadly. Blood was dripping down his arm, no piece of clear skin visible. He was tired. Exhausted. He had enough. Therapy wasn't working, and his parents kept on abusing them, emotionally. He lived away from home, which made him safe from physical anger. But it didn't mean that he was safe. His parents couldn't come to terms with the fact, that they no longer had a daughter, they had a son. And it didn't matter that III had all papers cleared, and was already on the testosterone. But it was because he was lonely, had no friends, and was manipulated by doctors, who only wanted money.

He was finally starting to live like he always wanted. Dyed hair, tattoos, piercings. But his parents were mad about that, and III couldn't convince himself to break the contact. His parents knew what they were doing. Always playing with his emotions, making III look like it was all his fault for breaking away from what was considered normal in a strict, catholic family.

And today was the day. The day, III finally had enough, and couldn't bare to live another day. His pets were away at the pet hotel, his long distance friend listed as an emergency contact, so III knew that they would be safe and well taken care of. A short letter was left for his friend. He felt guilty for running away from his problems, but he didn't have more strength to keep fighting.

With a calm mind, he put on a jacket, took away his favorite necklace, and hang it on the mirror. Closing the door behind him, he went outside.

He decided to enjoy the last moments, and took a longer way towards the train bridge. There it would look like an unfortunate accident. He passed by his work, a small recording studio, where he was helping small bands start their career and to remind them to keep having fun while working, as well as a bookstore, where he always went whenever he needed a distraction. Then he noticed that the usually abandoned place, was now well lit, a bright sign spelling "Music & Coffee" hung above the entrance.

After being hesitant for a second, he shrugged. Why not, after all, he had nothing left to loose. III decided to go inside.

He was greeted by an enormous amount of shelves filled with vinyl records, as well as normal CDs. He spotted also a few cassettes, which made him smile. Amongst the records and plants, there were tables, surrounded by dark green chairs and sofas. The whole place felt warm and calm, quiet rock music playing in the background. Behind the counter stood a tall male, around his age. His dark blonde hair was reaching his shoulders, messily half tied up into a bun. He was busy brewing a coffee, and III couldn't help but feel mesmerized by the confident, yet calm moves, as he did some magic in front of the coffee machine.

III thought that he was staring too much, and his thoughts where confirmed, when the barista lifted his gaze and smiled widely at him. His blue eyes were piercing through III's soul, and he felt his cheeks get red.

"Hi, how can I help you?" the other man asked, still smiling. He wiped his hands, and motioned to III to come over. III couldn't help but stare at the figure in front of him. He had broad shoulders, his black shirt perfectly hugging every muscle.

Vessel stood behind the counter, looking at the skinny red haired male. He felt his mouth start to cramp from keeping the wide smile, but the customer still didn't move. They were just staring at each other. Vessel took the chance to look at the companion in front of him. Without a doubt, the male was one of the hottest people Vessel ever saw. And damn, what would he do to take him out on a date.

He had hair dyed vibrant red, about the same length as himself. His face was decorated with multiple piercings. From what Vessel could see, he had three lip piercings, septum and an eyebrow piercing.

Finally the other male moved. He approached Vessel slowly and greeted him.

"Hi" Vessel heard and he was smitten. His voice was like a music to his ears, and he wanted the boy in front of him to never stop talking. But he didn't want to seem like a horny teenager, so instead he smiled once again.

"What would you like to drink?" he asked, and by the confused look on the other's face, he could tell that the other male had no idea.

"Why don't you sit down and I will make you something?" he suggested, motioning towards one of the tables. The red haired boy nodded and smiled politely with a quiet "Thanks". Vessel couldn't help but notice, that there was something very off with him.

III didn't really know why he agreed to stay. Perhaps it was the barista, but he convinced himself that it couldn't be. Nothing would mess up his plan. Not today.

Instead of sitting down, he opted to wandering around the place, and he noticed vinyls of a few bands that he helped record.

The barista came over to the table he was standing next to, setting down a tall mug, filled with coffee.

"I recorded them" III said before he could think, pointing towards one of the records.

The barista smiled.

"That's awesome, I really like their music" he said, and to that III only nodded.

"If you need anything, I'm gonna be over there" barista motioned towards the counter, and started walking back, stopping a few steps away from III.

"Oh, and by the way, my name's Vessel, I'm new to town. Nice to meet you...?"

"Ari. But most people call me III" he said to Vessel.

"Ari" Vessel smiled "Suits you"

And with that he went back to his work. III sat down, and allowed himself to get lost in the warm vibe of the shop, focusing himself on the music.

When he finally snapped back to the reality, a plate with a simple sandwich was laying in front of him, and Vessel was wiping down the tables. He looked outside and jumped out of his chair swearing loudly. Vessel looked over to him with a question in his gaze, but III ignored him.

He ran out of the shop, tears falling down his face, as he directed himself towards the train station.

Vessel watched in shock as the male sprinted out, knocking over the chair in the process. The rest of his coffee fell down, glass shattering and liquid spilling. He frowned, feeling somewhat hurt by Ari's actions, but the red haired boy was too far gone to notice.

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