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jessybarnes · 9 months

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Teach Me

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean x Reader / Eventual Cas x Reader / No Destiel

Rating: 18+ Only!!

Tags: Voyeurism, Smut, Fingering (Female Receiving), Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Squirting, Finger Sucking, Masturbation, Unprotected Sex, Use of Grace, A little bit of a Threesome (NO DESTIEL in this one), Some Fluff at the end, and I think that’s it.

Word Count: 2,966

Beta: @winecatsandpizza

A/N: This is a repost from my old Tumblr blog, I hope you enjoy it!

Reblog Divider by: @cafekitsune

Dean couldn’t keep Y/N quiet. Her pleasure-filled screams echoed through the halls of the bunker as he flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit, two of his skilled fingers curling inside her searching out her sweet spot. He was just glad that they were alone and didn’t have any close neighbors because he was sure the cops would have been called by now. Edging was one of his favorite things to do to her. Dean loved seeing her beg. He always thought she begged pretty.

“Oh God, please… Dean, please! Need to cum…”

Dean knew she was close. The way her needy moans became pants as her walls started to tighten around his thick digits, it was his key to stop. He pulled out of her, chuckling at her low whimper.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sweetheart, I didn’t give you permission yet. You gotta be a good girl. Only good girls get what they want. Think you can do that for me?”

Y/N’s chest was heaving, and she swore the moment anything touched her throbbing clit she’d explode, but Dean always knew what she needed. Especially when she was in a submissive state like this. She felt Dean’s calloused hands slide slowly up her sides, goosebumps rising in their wake. His lips sucked at the pulse point just below her ear sending a shiver down her spine.

“D-Dean…”

His lips ghosted along the skin of her throat ever so lightly. It was getting hard for him to hold back himself, so he could only imagine how she was feeling. His fingers found her slick folds once again, her walls fluttering around nothing before he slid one into her. The action wasn’t anything near what she needed, but it was better than him not touching her at all.

Y/N began to raise her hips to meet the lazy thrust of his finger. All she needed was a little bit more, just a little more, and she’d be soaring into pure bliss. Dean’s sound of disapproval brought her back to reality, and she almost sobbed when he pulled out of her.

“Ah, Ah, Ah. Didn’t say you could move, darlin’.”

“Fuck, please… please Dean. I-I need it.”

Just as Dean was about to give in and grant the release they both needed, a flutter of wings sounded in the corner of the room. Y/N scrambled up the bed, covering herself with the sheet just as Dean threw his black t-shirt on and grabbed his pistol off the nightstand.

“Y/N? Is everything alright? I heard you calling for De-”

The familiar figure of Castiel stood clad in his usual attire looking halfway between confused and embarrassed as he took in the scene before him. His head tilted slightly before he spoke again, his attention fixed on Dean curiously.

“Dean, was it you that was causing Y/N to cry out in distress?”

Y/N watched as Dean put his hands on his hips, rolling his eyes.

“Dammit, Cas … Y/N wasn’t distressed. She was enjoyin’ herself.”

Cas’ eyes narrowed to thin slits finally realizing that they were completely naked save for Dean’s tee. He walked forward slightly, picking up Dean’s boxers for a moment before dropping them back onto the pile of clothes on the floor.

“Oh, I understand now Dean. This is how humans participate in the act of intercourse. My apologies for interrupting.”

Y/N watched as Cas awkwardly shifted his weight from one foot to the other before looking at Dean expectantly.

“Cas? You okay, buddy? I was kinda hoping to get back to uh … well, ya know …”

Cas’ blue eyes wandered over their bare skin slowly, and Y/N didn’t miss the hint of redness that tinted his cheeks.

“Dean? I would very much like to learn how to make Y/N enjoy herself as you did. Can you teach me?”

Y/N’s gaze darted to Dean’s as he looked at her, the silent question was understood and she nodded slightly. A moment later, Dean stood from his spot at the foot of the bed and walked slowly towards his angel friend. Cas looked at him curiously as the fabric of his signature blue tie slid through the hunter’s thumb and index finger.

“Well, first things first Cas, you’re wearing too many clothes.”

He looked crestfallen at Dean, grasping the lapel of his trench coat lovingly.

“I like my clothing Dean. I don’t see why it would matter if I took all of it off or not.”

Y/N held back a laugh, shaking her head as Dean scrubbed a hand across his face.

“Cas, buddy, you gotta be naked. It’s uhh … it’s easier to …”

He sighed heavily, the annoyance thick in his tone.

“Trust me on this, Cas. Okay? It’ll make Y/N happy.”

Moments later, the ever-so-powerful angel of the Lord stood there in nothing but his white boxers. Y/N hadn’t realized just how muscular he was underneath all the layers of clothing he normally wore. His biceps were notably distinguished, his chest looked firm, and his deeply defined Adonis belt was deliciously inviting.

“I still don’t see how my lack of clothing would make Y/N feel pleasure, Dean.”

Just as Dean let out another exasperated sigh, Y/N patted the bed welcomingly and scooted over.

“C’mere Cas, let me show you what Dean’s talkin’ about.”

The angel stole a hesitant glance at Dean, watching him nod towards the bed. Cas swallowed thickly and made his way over to where Y/N laid invitingly.

Cas watched as her delicate hand patted the thin fitted sheet. Her fingers sliding over the fabric made his pulse quicken. It wasn’t until Dean sat on the end of the bed that he came to his senses.

“Go on, Cas. You have to feel how smooth her skin is. Y/N’s got the prettiest skin doesn’t she?”

It’s true that Cas always admired how beautifully smooth it looked. He just didn’t think he would ever get this opportunity. Celestial beings weren’t supposed to participate in acts like this. Sexual desires rarely crossed his mind, mainly because it was wired into his genetic code to serve God.

Ever so slowly he extended his hand, allowing it to come to rest on Y/N’s bare hip. Not only was her skin soft, but this simple touch seemed to electrify his body. The celestial energy within him made everything more heightened. An instinct he never thought he would’ve possessed took over.

Y/N returned the gesture by stroking her fingertips along the side of his cheek. She watched as Cas closed his eyes, the initial contact making him shiver. He’d never been touched so intimately before. The sensations from it alone caused his breath to hitch, and she hadn’t even got him completely naked yet. He hadn’t even noticed Dean move to the chair in the corner until his gruff voice broke the silence in the room, egging him on.

“Yeah, buddy that’s it. Kiss her next. See if you can find the spot on her neck that drives her absolutely wild.”

Y/ N’s gaze flitted from the angel’s slightly parted lips to his cerulean eyes. It made desire begin to pool in her abdomen seeing him like this. She’d always had feelings for Cas, but it never seemed possible that she would be able to explore those desires. His mouth descended onto her neck, kissing and sucking at her soft skin.

Y/N’s back arched into his toned chest at its own accord, his lips continuing their journey south. His ocean-colored eyes looked up through his thick lashes at her reaction to his kisses. It never occurred to him how such a small gesture could have such an effect on someone. He wanted more, needed to see Y/N come completely apart for him.

Cas marveled at her beautiful figure laid out before him. Beads of sweat collected in the valley between her breasts, her chest rising and falling as she looked down at him with want. He gracefully kissed his way back up to her bowtie lips, capturing them in a passionate caress. His tongue danced with hers expertly, the thickening of his cock evident against her upper thigh.

The moment his lips left hers a needy whine fell from her lips. Y/N looked over at Dean and felt her walls clench again. Seeing him fully naked again with his cock in his hand, hard and leaking, drove her absolutely wild. Her body began to shake again, her hands fisting the sheets.

“P-Please… I… I can’t… I need…”

Dean chuckled as Cas looked over at him with slight confusion etched in his features. He bit his lip, nodding at the angel to keep going as he slowly increased the speed of his hand on his cock.

“Dean, did I do something wrong? Y/N seems to be in distress again.”

A low moan fell from the elder Winchester’s lips. It was getting harder to focus on being a teacher when he was getting the hottest live show he’d ever seen. Eventually, he shook his head and tried desperately to form a coherent sentence.

“Nah buddy, I bet her pussy’s soaked. Just look at the way she’s breathin’. You see the way her eyes roll back in her head just from your hands and mouth touching her? That’s just the tip of the iceberg, Cas. You really wanna hear Y/N lose it, then you gotta find her sweet spot.”

Dean stood up and joined his angelic friend on the bed, carefully spreading Y/N’s legs. He showed Cas his middle and ring fingers for a moment before dipping them into the slick folds of her sex. Cas didn’t miss how her back arched off the bed or the way she whimpered. Dean didn’t keep them inside her long though. This wasn’t his show anymore, but he wasn’t upset. If he was honest with himself, teaching turned him on more than he thought it would.

“You see that? Now you try…”

Cas slid his left hand up Y/N’s thigh, his fingertips ghosting over the goosebumps on her skin. He didn’t miss how she sucked in a breath the moment his fingers grazed her folds. Dean was right, she was very wet. Ever so slowly, he began to smooth them up and down, his cock throbbing in his boxers every time a new plea fell from her mouth.

“Is this her sweet spot, Dean?”

His hand never faltered as his blue eyes met Dean’s lust-blown ones. The hunter shook his head and bit his lip, his voice thick with arousal as he spoke.

“Not quite, Cas. I’ll help you find it though. Those two fingers you’re touchin’ her with? Push them inside her. Then, I want you to curl them upwards.”

Cas did as he was told, and the moment he curled his fingers the prettiest moan he’d ever heard filled the room like a prayer.

“Oh, Cas!... M-More… please!”

Cas didn’t have to be told twice. Virgin or not, he could tell he’d found the spot that drove her crazy. He began to rub his fingers along the spot inside her, his other hand rubbing his own arousal through his boxers to gain some relief. Dean praised him, egging him on as he used his thumb to draw circles around her clit.

“That’s it, Cas. Fuck... keep moving your hand like that, and she’ll cum in no time. You think we should let her? You wanna see her squirt? She taste’s like Heaven.”

Cas wasn’t sure what Dean meant by that, but he loved the way Y/N’s walls squeezed around his fingers. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out, a little faster each time. His eyes went wide as he watched Dean lowered his mouth towards where his hand was.

“I’m about to show you another spot, Cas. This one’s called her clit. Y/N’s about to become putty in our hands. Ready, buddy?”

Cas nodded, licking his lips as Dean closed his mouth over Y/N. Almost instantaneously he felt her walls clamp around his fingers. He couldn’t believe he’d never experienced anything like this before. Why would his Father keep something this pleasurable hidden from his brothers and sisters for so long? A few seconds later, Cas felt something wet gush over his vessel’s hand.

“Oh, fuck! C-Cas…. Dean I… I’m gonna… Right there!... OH, FUCK!!”

Dean sat back on his heels, his chin glistening with Y/N’s juices. A smirk formed on his lips before he gestured to where Cas’ hand was.

“Good job, buddy. You know, for an angel you’re not too bad at this. Taste her, Cas. Then, I wanna see you fuck her.”

Cas did as instructed and slowly removed his fingers from Y/N’s heat. He curiously observed the way they glistened with her wetness for a moment before sucking them between his lips. His eyes fluttered closed as he tasted her. Dean was right, she was delicious and he needed more. Before he could stop himself, he settled between her quivering legs. His instincts took over and soon he was devouring her like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

“Sh-Shit! CAS!! Ohholyshityes… yes… YES!” So good… Oh, you’re so good! AH!”

Dean’s jaw went slack as he watched the scene play out before him. His cock jerked in his hand, and he began to jerk himself faster. The coil of his arousal tightening with each passing moment he watched Cas work Y/N over.

“Jesus, Cas… Look at you, making her a complete mess with your mouth. Fuck… yeah, make her sweet pussy cum again… C’mon, buddy… you can do it. Make her scream…”

His words gave him the fuel he needed. He closed his mouth over the same spot Dean had before and sucked. He could quickly tell that she was sensitive, so as if on queue he used his grace to hold Y/N in place while he moved his tongue in circles across her bundle of nerves.

“Ca...Cas… Cas, OhmyG-... M’gonna… Fuck, I’m gonna… CAS!!!”

He released her clit and sat up next to where Dean was standing. His pupils fully engulfing the blue of his eyes. His cock was painfully hard in the confines of his boxers, so he took a moment to remove them.

“Cas, I think she’s ready for you. God, I can’t wait to see you fuck her and watch her cum with you buried inside her.”

Cas had never had something so filthy be spoken to him, but it unlocked something inside him. Something primal that needed to be sated, and it was something only Y/N could provide him. He positioned himself between her legs and pushed inside her, not stopping until his hips met hers. He heard her cry out and stopped, his eyes looking down into hers as he waited for her to adjust to him.

“Please… please, Cas… fuck me…”

The moment the words left her lips, he gave in and began a punishing pace. Dean marveled at the way Y/N looked from this angle. He knew he wasn’t going to last like this. Seeing his best friend fuck the girl he loved senselessly would be his undoing.

He stood there fucking himself into his hand while the most obscene noises filled his ears. It all became too much, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the stream of Enochian coming from Castiel, and the sound of Y/N begging for him to cum sent him over the edge. Thick ropes of his release coated her chest and neck as he gripped the headboard for support.

“Mmm, fuck Cas… Yeah, buddy… fuck her just like that… She feels amazing, doesn’t she? That tight pussy squeezing your cock like a vice. She’s close, I can tell.”

He leaned down close to her ear and flicked his tongue over her earlobe.

“You like when Cas fucks you, sweetheart? His cock feels good splitting you open… I can tell. You gonna cum for us? Gonna cum all over him?”

The moment Y/N’s walls fluttered around Cas he was a goner. With a guttural cry, he stilled inside her, his release filling her completely.

For a few moments, no one said anything. It was all just heavy breathing and the occasional whimper from Y/N. Dean broke the silence and ran a hand through his sweat-slicked hair before slipping back into his boxers.

“That was… wow… We gotta do that more often. He padded across the room to the door and gave the Cas and Y/N a lopsided smile. “I’m gonna go get cleaned up. You two should do the same and then we can talk about all this.”

He was gone seconds later, but before Y/N could move to get up herself, Cas shook his head.

“Allow me.”

With a quick snap of his fingers, they were both clean and back in their clothes. She smiled at him and threaded her fingers with his.

“That was amazing, Cas. I… I don’t know what we do from here, but I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”

Cas smiled and leaned down to kiss her temple.

“I may be somewhat ignorant of intimate feelings, but Dean seemed pleased with what we just did together.”

The two made their way to the Bunker’s library completely sated. If you’d told Y/N a year ago that she’d be fucked into oblivion by an angel of the Lord while one of the most beautiful hunters that ever existed watched, she would have laughed. Now? Now, it was safe to say that anything can happen, and she couldn’t wait for Dean to give Cas another lesson.

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the-atlas-sister · 9 months

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ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ (Older!Damian Wayne x Older!Reader)

Warnings!: drinking, vulgar language, hungover behavior

You didn't intend to get hammered while attending your boyfriend's birthday party, but here you were.

After hearing comment after comment from Damian's rich friends about how you weren't good enough or their snide comments on your status or figure, you just decided, fuck it.

"Ahaha, I think you've had enough," Jonathan said, pulling the glass from your hands. He was the one friend of Damian's that hadn't be verbally ridiculing you throughout the night.

"Noooo, Johnny," you whined, reaching for the glass as he held it farther from you. "Please, I just need one more." You're eyes widened as a waiter walked by the two of you with a whole new tray of drinks. "Or five." You grinned like a madman as you grabbed another glass.

"Okay, y/n, y/n."

"Hm?" Your eyes followed Jonathan as he snapped his fingers. He laughed nervously at your state.

"You just turned 21, you need to stop drinking," he said, smiling awkwardly at your flushed drunk cheeks. "Especially because if you don't Damian might blame me and kill me," he added, pulling your tenth or so drink from your hands.

"Johnny, you're like, Superman," you not-so-whispered, leaning forward for emphasize.

"OH HO HO- yep, that's enough," Jonathan said loudly, sweat beginning to bead on his brow at your words. "We're just saying things now, huh?" Due to his panic he didn't notice you snatch the drinks from his grasp. "Y/n please," he sighed as you downed both drinks.

"Dude, it's good," you slurred, leaning on the boy. "I'm good bro."

"I do not think you're not so forgiving boyfriend would agree," Jonathan said, wrapping an arm around you gently. You felt comfortable, like he was protecting you. "Shot, speaking of which-"

"Dami!" you cheered, noticing your seething boyfriend approaching the two of you. "Hi baby," you slurred, pulling yourself from Jonathan and leaning on Damian.

"What the hell is wrong with her, Kent?" he hissed, holding you close. His question was quickly answered although as the smell of alcohol hit his nose. "Have you been drinking?" He looked down at your flushed face.

"So much!" you said, emphasizing every word. "Did you know, that if you drink, the voices of every single asshole in here, just kind of... floats away? Why did you even hang out with them?"

"Because they're not friends, they are business partners, darling," Damian answered, looking down at you with worried filled eyes. "Just ignore them."

You pouted at him before looking around. Even in your drunk state, you could see the looks the rest of the guests were giving you.

"You know what, I gotta say something," you slurred, pushing away from Damian.

"Wait, no," Jonathan began.

"Y/n, darling, there is nothing you need to say-"

"Hey, all of you!" you yelled, stumbling to the center of the room. You felt your face hear up as everyones eyes landed on your figure. "I don't give a shit what any of you say! I love this man!" You pointed a shaky finger at Damian, making him look at the ground and place a hand on his forehead. "Happy birthday baby! I love the way your nose crinkles all grumpy-like when you pout. I love how beautiful your paintings look and how much you care about animals. I love the way your beautiful eyes sparkle when you smile. I love how you look when you're focused, how your eyebrows crinkle and you hunch over, despite how much you bother me about my posture. I love how hot you look when you smirk and how good you fuck me-"

"OKAY!" Damian interrupted, rushing towards you. He grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the ground.

"He fucks me so good!" you called as you were pulled through the halls of Wayne manor. "Dami, where are we going?" you asked as you noticed the change of setting.

"You're going to bed," Damian said, his face a deep red.

"Nooooo," you whined, watching as your boyfriend pulled you into his lavish bedroom. "Please, noooo. I want to go back to the party."

"You don't need to go back to the party," Damian stated, sitting you down onto his bed.

You watched in your druken state as he gently pulled off your shoes, holding your legs softly as he did. You stared at him as if in some sort of trance, falling deeper in love as he treated you with so much love and care.

"You treat me so well," you cooed as he put you shoes aside. "I love you so much." You allowed the man to rest you against the plush pillows of his bed.

"I love you too, beloved," Damian said, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead. "Now get some sleep."

***

"Holy shit," you groaned, sitting up within a bed you didn't recognize.

"Good morning beloved," Damian's voice chimed through the air.

"Shhhhhhh," you said, throwing the covers back over your head. "Too loud." Damian chuckled slightly and you felt the bed lower as he sat down. "What happened last night?"

"You don't remember?" Damian asked, pulling away the cover gently. He handed you a large cup of water, which you reluctantly took.

"Oh god, what did I do?" you groaned, holding your head in your free hand.

"You may have announced how well I make love to you in front of my family, friends and business partners," Damian stated.

"Oh god, oh god sweetie," you said, throwing your head back. "I'm so sorry, you must be so upset with me."

"Oh very, but that's something for after you’re no longer hungover," Damian said, kissing the side of your neck lovingly.

"You treat me too well."

"I know beloved."

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tiedyeflannels · 4 months

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Dating Rumors pt. 2

Jungkook x reader

Word count: 1.9k

Dating Rumors: pt.1

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A/N: Hi!!!! Thank you to everybody who liked the first part of Dating Rumors so much, that I had to make a second part! This one's for you! And thanks to @maple-leaves-in-the-wind for helping me make some decisions. Anyway... Enjoy!

“When are you two going to straighten things out,” Taehyung asked.

It had been about a month since Jungkook’s confession at my apartment and things were far from being “okay” between us.

We were awkward whenever we looked at each other and couldn’t have a proper conversation like we did before all of this happened and because of that, the members started to ask questions.

On the other hand, the news about Jungkook and the girl he was “supposedly” dating only lasted a week before it became old news because Jungkook let everyone know, on live, that he wasn’t dating anyone.

I sighed, closing my laptop.

“I don’t know, Tae. How do you even start a conversation like that? ‘Hey Jk, I’m sorry I kinda blew you off when you confessed a few weeks ago. It’s just that I was thinking about you and your career instead of hearing you out on what you wanted because I care that much for you’?”

I shook my head as I sighed again.

Honestly, I don’t think I was thinking right at that moment. My best friend just confessed that he was in love with me and I let my insecurities get the better of me. I don’t think anybody would think rationally at a moment like that.

He looked me straight in the eyes.

“Yes.”

I huffed.

He leaned back in his chair, “Listen, Y/n, this is eating you both up inside and all of us are starting to worry. The faster you guys hash this out, the faster things go back to normal. And I’m not saying this because all of us are tired of seeing you two wallow in your feelings,” I rolled my eyes.

He continued.

“But because this,” he vaguely gestured in the air, “is affecting your work and his’.”

I nodded, “Yeah… You’re right. I’ll head over to his place later today and figure it out.”

He smiled before Yoongi walked in the room and looked between us.

“What are you guys up to?”

“I was just talking to her about the situation between her and Jungkook,” Tae stated.

Yoongi turned his gaze to me, “Dude, you gotta figure that out.”

I huffed. “I know!”

KNOCK! KNOCK!

I was standing in front of Jungkook’s apartment. I texted him after my talk with Tae, asking if I could go over to his place to talk. He agreed and I told him that I would stop by whenever I finished with work.

So now, here I am… at 10:32… pm.

I threw my head back and sighed, rubbing my hand over my face.

Maybe, I should've waited until tomorrow…

I was about to turn around when I heard some thumping from behind the door before it quickly opened to show a disheveled Jungkook. I smiled when I saw his hair sticking out in every direction.

“Hey, Y/n/n!”

“Hey, Kook… Sorry if I woke you up. I can come back another time if-”

“No no no! It’s fine,” he hurriedly shook his head.

“I wasn’t sure when you were coming over and kinda put off cleaning until now. But I wasn’t sleeping!”

I just looked at him with a tiny smile as he rambled. He took a breath to calm down and stepped to the side.

“Would you like to come in?” I nodded and stepped inside.

The first thing you see when you enter is the kitchen and as I’m looking around, I see a bunch of food wrappers and empty ramen bowls lying around.

I stopped by the island and looked at Jungkook, who wore a panicked expression before he started to hurriedly pick up the mess.

“Sorry about the mess!”

I giggled while helping him, “Don’t worry. I’ve seen your place in worse condition.”

He chuckled as we threw away the trash before he started to wipe down the counter.

“So…” he started as I looked at him.

“What did you want to talk about?”

“Right.” I leaned against the island and sighed.

“I’m sorry,” I said before he whipped his head to look at me.

“Why are you apologizing?! You have nothing to be sorry for-”

“Before you start rambling, will you let me explain,” I asked, smiling.

He nodded as he zipped his lips.

“I wanted to apologize for the other night because I didn’t consider your feelings.”

I looked away from him and then continued, “I got scared when you confessed and got defensive which made me say things I didn’t mean and on top of all of that, I completely disregarded your feelings, so… I’m sorry.”

By the end of my apology, I had my eyes on the floor as I nervously fiddled with my hands. Jungkook moved to stand in front of me and grabbed my hands.

“Listen,” he started as I raised my head to look at him, “I’m the one that should be apologizing considering that I was the one that confessed and put you in that position in the first place. I should’ve just waited until the next day to explain what was going on.”

I shook my head, “You were just trying to protect what you love.”

“And you were too,” he said, shaking my arms for emphasis.

I looked away as I thought for a moment. He was right, I was trying to protect myself, but at the same time I was trying to protect him.

He let out a breath, “So… Are we good?”

I looked at him again and smiled when I saw his hopeful expression.

“Yeah,” I nodded, but he raised his eyebrows in question.

“For real this time,” I laughed.

He sighed in relief and a smile graced his lips before he pulled me into a hug.

“Good, because I’ve missed talking to you,” he said as he nuzzled his face in my neck.

I held him tighter, “Me too.”

“Ooh~ When did this happen,” Taehyung sang as he entered the room with the others.

I looked at Jungkook, who was sitting right next to me with a hand around the middle of my back while I showed him some designs for their new album.

“We patched things up a couple of days ago, if that’s what you’re asking,” I said, looking back at the laptop.

He shook his head.

“No, I’m talking about this,” he said as he mimicked Jungkook’s arm and then dramatically imitated me “cuddling up” next to him.

I rolled my eyes at the scene.

“So, are you guys together now,” Namjoon asked as he tugged Tae to sit down.

Jungkook shook his head, “No, we agreed that it wasn’t a good time to start dating now, so we’ll wait and see where it goes.” I nodded in agreement.

Right after Jungkook was done saying that, Hobi walked into the room while looking at his phone with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Guys, have you seen this,” he asked as he walked over to us, holding out his phone so we could see.

“What,” I asked, taking the phone.

Nothing prepared me for what I was going to read.

“BTS member Jungkook spotted once more with rumored girlfriend,” I read out loud before scrolling a bit further to read more of the article.

“Jungkook was recently seen hugging a girl at his apartment complex. Fans think that he might have a secret relationship considering this is the second time this has happened."

“WHAT?!” Jungkook and I exclaimed in tandem.

I looked at Jungkook and saw the concerned expression that bordered fear. I’m sure I wore the same expression as he looked at me.

“Well… at least they don’t know your name,” Jin spoke up, trying to defuse the tension in the air.

I was about to look on the bright side when I scrolled a little further.

“Unlike the previous time, the girl in the photos has now been identified as Big Hit’s lead graphic designer L/n Y/n. You’ve got to be kidding me,” I sighed as I flopped back into the couch and held out the phone so Hobi could take it back.

Once he took it back I ran my hands over my face in frustration as Jungkook flopped back with me.

“What are you guys going to do,” Jimin asked in a soft tone.

I groaned before turning to look at Jungkook. We all sat in silence for a while, thinking about what to do before Jungkook quickly sat up and turned to me.

“I think I know what to do! Would you mind meeting me at my place later tonight?” I nodded.

“So, what’s your grand plan to get us out of this mess,” I asked as I walked through the door.

He was sitting on his couch and fiddling with his phone on the coffee table, trying to keep it standing upright.

He looked back at me and smiled, “We are going to go live.”

Any expression on my face fell, the moment that sentence left his mouth.

I stared at him as he went back to fixing his phone, “You can’t be serious, right?”

“Well, it worked last time, so why can’t it work now?”

“Because the first time wasn’t true, but we have feelings for each whether we’ve defined our relationship or not, so I don’t think it would be right to lie to ARMY,” I said, walking over to the side of the couch.

“Who said we were going to lie,” he asked, looking over to me after pressing something on the phone.

I looked over at his phone to see the countdown reach zero before starting the live.

“Kook,” I panicked and moved away from the couch, off to the side so the camera couldn’t pick me up.

He got up and walked over to me, “It’s okay. ARMYs are the sweetest, most understanding people I know. They’ll understand if we tell them the truth, okay?”

I looked at him for a moment before nodding, “Okay, I’m trusting you.”

He gently took my hand and led me back to the side of the couch.

“Wait here until I introduce you. They might start a riot if you just show up without any warning,” he whispered.

I quietly chuckled, “Sounds like you have some experience.”

“Maybe once or twice,” he said before taking his seat in front of the camera.

“Hey guys,” he said, waving to the camera. I

sat down on the arm of the couch, watching him talk with ARMY for a bit. I smiled when he started laughing at something that was said in the chat, but soon enough people started to ask about the dating rumors.

“So, I know all of you are curious about Y/n, the girl in the pictures with me. Just like all of you, she’s someone very important to me. She’s been my best friend for a very long time and I would really like to keep her in my life,” he said and a smile crept its way on my face.

“So, let me introduce all of you to her,” he looked over to me and patted the seat next to him.

I took a breath before standing up and taking a seat beside him.

“Hi, ARMY,” I said as I shyly waved at the camera.

The chat started to move quickly since I came into frame and we were trying to read them until one caught Jungkook’s eye.

“Are you guys dating,” he read aloud, looking to me.

I turned to look at him and then back at the chat, reading the messages.

She’s so pretty!!

You guys look cute together!

If you weren’t already together, I would ship!!!

I smiled and looked back at him, nodding.

He smiled brightly as wrapped an arm around my torso tugging me closer.

I smiled back at him and while looking at me, he proudly declared, “Yeah. We’re dating.”

#bts fic #bts x reader #bts x y/n #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #bangtan #bts #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook x you #no beta we die like men #jungkook x you #jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff

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longtallglasses · 6 months

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“I’m gay,” he blurts out suddenly, because if this is how his life is going and he’s gonna die in the next 12 hours he at least needs to let Mike know that.

“What?!” Mike whips around so hard he almost loses all balance and falls to the ground. He catches himself thankfully right before he does.

“I’m gay,” Will says again when Mike is in front of him. Mike’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open just a bit. Will doesn’t feel any emotion to his confession at all, it’s not news to him obviously, but whenever he imagined finally telling this to Mike he thought it would feel so dramatic. That it would feel like he was ripping open a part of himself, but given everything it feels like he’s just letting Mike know what his star sign is.

Mike however looks like he’s gonna have an aneurysm. He’s short circuited. He’s dumbfounded. Will is honestly a little surprised this is so shocking to him like did he never even consider-

“Uh-.. uh I know.” Mike stumbles on his words like bambi.

Wait what?

“What do you mean you know?”

“Uh, that I know… I know you’re- you’re gay.” Mike stammers out like he’s never said the word in his life.

“Did Lucas tell you?” Will accuses. He doesn’t want to think about the state that Lucas must be in but if he told Mike anything…

“No! Wait, Lucas knows?”

“Yeah, I told him. How do you know?”

“Well, I..” Mike struggles, “I just assumed… No! Not that I assumed, I just inferred.” Mike rubs a hand over his face, “Well, you know, I figured it out, kind of… like I just realized you didn’t really like girls, which is okay! I mean I get it girls are whatever… but then you know how obsessed you were with George Michael… well I just put two and two together and-”

“Ok, Ok,” Will stops him there, “how long have you known then?”

“I don’t know.. Um, like since last year?”

Will lets out an internal sigh of relief. Ok, he can work with that. He would’ve thought it was earlier given when Mike had started to stand farther and farther away from him, this trip excluded for obvious reasons.

“And you’re cool with it?” I mean he has to be at least pretty cool with it if he’s with him here right now.

“Of course! Of course I’m cool with it, I lo- I- I, you’re- you’re perfect.” Mike settles on and Will sees the look of strained cringe Mike just can’t disguise, and he can’t help but laugh at how utterly ridiculous and pathetic his best friend is.

Mike chuckles at himself too. Sheepishly running a hand through his hair. “Sorry, you know what I mean..”

Will forces himself to not laugh in his face any longer, at least they can still do this. He might be dying soon and a ghost of a witch might be after them and their friends, but this can still feel nice.

“Yeah I do, it’s okay. You’re perfect too.” He still blushes as he says it even if it's supposed to be half a joke. The huge megawatt smile that blooms across Mike’s face after he says it is pretty worth it though.

Mike tries to tamper it down by looking away and clearing his throat, but he’s not too successful, so Will helps him out.

“Let’s, uh, let’s get this stuff up,” he says to break the moment, and Mike is happy to spring to action to not talk about this anymore.

from my blair witch project wip mostly spoiler free lol things are getting spooky but you gotta come out to your crush before you die...

#byler #byler fanfic #bylerween2023 #mike wheeler #will byers #blair witch project #stranger things #writing #longtallglasses #my blair witch

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artz16 · 9 months

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Another bit of thought and another AU/What if:

• So basically the squire manages to get Ballister aside while the knights went out and show him the video of the Director replacing his sword. He’s kinda scared Ballister wouldn’t believe him because of the power and respect the Director has

• Ambrosius also finds out because he sees Ballister not there and he’s like,”babe, c’mon. We gotta go” and sees the video too

• The two confront the Director during the knighting and ask her what’s the deal with replacing Ballister’s sword

• Then the sword starts to go off in the prescene of the Queen and Ballister manages to make it point up and avoid hitting her but it blasts the Jumbotron and it falls down

• Ballister pulls the Queen away but hurts his arm really bad in the process (debating on it being so bad, it needed to be amputated or not)

• So the Director is arrested for attempting to kill the Queen and blame it Ballister. This hurts everyone, especially Ballister due to the fact the Director never wanted him to be a knight and was going to make it look like he killed his mother figure

• Ambrosius is also incredibly pissed on his man’s behalf and if it weren’t for Ballister, he would’ve thrown hands with the Director for her crimes

• So everyone’s trying to collect themselves after the ordeal, especially Ballister. He’s happy he’s a knight, but the what ifs, the Director’s real thought on him, and the idea of what would happen if the Director got her way really is messing with him. Ambrosius does his best to comforts him and make him feel better. Admittedly, the whole thing has Ambrosius more protective of Ballister cuz, ya know

• Some time later, the queen decided to explore the outside of the wall to see what’s the real danger and to expand and she entrusted Ballister to lead the first mission

• He got stuck with Todd, who decided it be funny to just leave him by the end and lie to the others that he’s behind. This leaves Ballister alone to find a way back himself

• He traces back his steps to get back and while doing so, he runs into Nimona and sees her shapeshifting first hand

• He immediately gets scared and draws his sword and she in response turns into a wolf/bear to protect herself

• Seeing that he scared her, he lets down his sword and takes a calmer stance, apologizing and assuring her he won’t harm her

• She relaxes and shifts into her girl form…and immediately takes interest his Ballister’s arm

• Nimona: Woah! Sick arm, dude!

Ballister: I…Thank you?

• Bal’s just confused about this shapeshifting girl who’s just happily talking to him and who’s all by herself

• He questions her about who she is and where she comes from, but she only states her name and doesn’t give much to get from

• She does help Ballister get back to the kingdom…where Ambrosius is arguing with Todd over abandoning Ballister and would’ve punched him hard in the face if it weren’t for Ballister coming in and stopping him, which relieves Goldenloin as his man was okay after all

• Ballister was going to introduce Nimona, but she took off after he went to stop Ambrosius. So he’s just pondering about her after it and thinking about the shapeshifter girl who helped him out

• After that, he found her chilling in the tower and started visiting her often, bringing food and trying to get to know her better, which is shocking to Nimona, who comes around to enjoying Ballister’s company and feels happy to have someone who really won’t abandon her because of who she is this time

Something else that can be expanded but I thought this was a cute slice of life idea!

TL:DR: Queen never died, Bal never got framed, and he met Nimona near the outside of the wall

#nimona #nimona movie #ballister blackheart #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius

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a-libra-writes · 11 months

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as I wallow in my fever filled misery I binge your blog for most of the day and i absolutely love it, i hope it's okay if i ask for whoever you want from ASOIAF with their sick s/o love you

Im sorry this is hittin so late anon! I hope you recovered well~ Here's a couple peeps for ya.

Brandon - He's terrible at noticing when he's getting sick himself, and actually sitting and resting ... so while Brandon will notice when your energy is low or you don't feel well, he doesn't worry until you finally collapse. Then he feels terrible while he carries you back and you're set up in a spare room (he wouldn't mind sharing the bed, but he's already been lectured to death by the maester about what a bad idea that is. He doesn't care he probably sneaks into the spare room anyway.

Because Brandon is restless on a good day, so when you're feeling ill and awful, he's distracted. He keeps thinking about you throughout the day, and checks on you often. If you're not improving, he's doggedly following the maester around and hovering and trying to be useful and just ends up getting kicked out. Everyone's relieved when you finally improve, and yes, he gets sick because he couldn't stay away but it barely knocks the guy out. Not fair.

Ned - Ned would be the one who notices your energy dropping and the loss of appetite in combination with the change in weather. It's especially uncanny if you're someone who doesn't get sick often, and he still figures it out. He's also the type who offers you warm food and rest early on, in hopes you'd shake off the cold early. It's all fun and games to tease Ned about being a mother hen until your sickness gets worse and you're stuck in bed. Great. He won't say "I told you so", buuut he still laughs a little when you complain about being stuck in bed all day.

Ned feels bad about you having to be holed up in a spare room, though, but at least you're in one of the heated ones. He visits at least three times throughout the day, bringing whatever you need and keeping you company if you'd like it. If you're the sort who wants to be totally alone when you're sick, he respects it, but he's gotta stop by to at least say goodnight. Also, it's just Ned's luck that he gets sick just days after you do, every. single. time. It's usually worse, too.

Benjen - He does what he can with what's available at the Wall. While he keeps his usual jovial self up around you, wanting to encourage you, he privately worries about your health. Benjen sneaks in extra furs and extra food - If anyone catches him, all he has to do is drop the smile and glare them down. It's surprisingly effective. He'd like to stay by your side all day and night, but he can't risk getting ill himself and there's work to do.

So Benjen comes in in the morning and late evening, starting by giving you a kiss on the brow, then making sure you're comfortable, then showing off whatever he snuck out of the kitchens. He's got a nautral and relaxed bedside manner, but can be surprisingly stern if you try to get up before you're ready. Maybe if this was the South, but the Wall isn't the place to risk it. Oh and he gets sniffles and sick later bc he kept up with the kissing.

Stannis - What a surprise, Stannis matter of factly states you're in no condition to go about your usual business, and you ought to set up in the spare room. Maester is called, food brought, medicine taken, done and done, right? Back to work. The thing is, if you often ask for him and you're clearly not feeling well, he has a difficult time getting back to his duties. He tells you many times to call a servant, but the guilt actually starts to bother him, especially if you get worse before you get better. Stannis sits on the very edge of the bed (his bedside manner is hilariously bad, don't worry,) and keeps asking you to go back to sleep and stop chattering.

His own health actually isn't that bad, especially considering the seige, but guess what. That one time you got out of bed to get something yourself, he caught you and irritably carried you back? That's what gets him. Stannis still doesn't get as sick as you do, but he's definitely bellyaching about it while you take care of him.

Oberyn - He's the sort of man whose either a godsend when you're sick, or driving you up a wall. It depends! If you want constant attention and fussing, Oberyn will indulge in your neediness all you want. He rather likes it, feeling like he's helping even if you don't immediately improve. If you want to be left alone to puke and snot in peace, well ... he has a hard time staying away. Oberyn wants to be the one bringing your medicine and food, whatever you need, and he wants to stay and linger. Even if it's just to chat, or run his hand down your back.

And yes, he’ll still want to share the bed unless you’re in an absolutely awful state. You'll have to kick Oberyn out eventually, or just move to one of the guest rooms yourself, otherwise he’ll get sick - except he never does, the jerk. Must be all the citrus.

Ashara - She's also the sort of person who would pick up on the weather changing and the change in your attitude, and point out you're probably getting sick. She says it so suddenly, and it's so early, you wouldn't believe her ... aaand two or three days later, you're laid out in bed. Just great. Once the maester is done with his business, Ashara likes to visit if it's just a cold. She's smart about being careful where she touches you, not getting too close, avoiding your cough, she even brings a citrus fruit basket and implores you to eat some. Her bedside manner is lovely too, and she brought your favorite book? Alright, this isn't so bad.

She will stay away if you start getting worse, and it just makes her worry more. In that case she's making sure the maester is bringing in gifts, even if you feel too poorly to enjoy a book or a bouquet of flowers - it's about knowing that someone cares and is worried about you.

Asha - It's straight to the spare room with you. Nope, no whining, no ifs or buts, no kisses no matter how much you whine about it. Asha loves you but she is not about to have you snotting and coughing all over the bed. At least she's not about to let you be totally miserable, Asha's pretty good about barking at you to eat more and drink water. There's not a lot in the way of medicine on the Iron Islands, but Asha's recovered from some pretty nasty spells before. She figures you'll do the same.

... There's some worrying when it takes a while. If you try to be stubborn and suffer through what's probably pneumonia, then Asha will drag a maester over from the greenlands by his ankles. Hiding weakness like a proper Ironborn is all well and good until you're coughing blood, then she calls you a fool and fusses endlessly.

Roose - He'll tell you that you're getting sick, and mention you ought to do something about it. His suggestions are pretty terrible, though - no, Roose, you aren't drinking that weird wine or doing leeching or bleeding or whatever. You're fine. Except when the flu finally hits, and you're fighting off his damn maester with a stick. Weird treatments aside, Roose seems like his aloof self, though you're also too addled by fever and congestion to pay attention to his comings and goings. He's actually keeping a close eye on your progress and more or less threatening the maester and servants that he expects you to improve within a fortnight, as if they can directly control it. Well, they better figure something out.

Getting worse means Roose actually ending your sickroom, as if there's something others have missed that only he can see. He spends a lot of time ... watching, and while his face is impassive, there's worry. A lot of worry. He might start disposing of the help and this maester if you don't get better. A lot of the irrational, explosive bloodlust anger that he's spend years burying down is starting to bubble up and there's not a lot of outlets for it. Once your condition turns around, it calms itself, if only for a while. He still won't forget his servant's incompetence.

Jaime - For seasonal colds and a yearly flu, Jaime is gonna avoid you like the plague because a) he hates getting sick and b), all the snotting and vomitting is gross. ... And Jaime's actually not good at dealing with a loved one whose ill, both in the sense it's difficult to see them that way, and he has no idea what to do. You think his father gave a damn when he was ill, or let that be an excuse to stop training? You think his siblings had any idea what a good bedside manner was?

It's easy for him to tease once you're recovering and able to leave the sickroom, though his barbs aren't as pointed. It isn't easy when you aren't recovering quickly, or when you get worse. He doesn't know what to do with himself, so Jaime acts out in a way, threatening the maester, being in an irritable mood, having no way to help because this isn't his area of expertise.

#i feel like i did something similar but i have no ideaaaaa #anyhoo!#game of thrones x reader #got x reader #brandon stark x reader #ned stark x reader #benjen stark x reader #stannis baratheon x reader #oberyn martell x reader #asha greyjoy x reader #roose bolton x reader #jaime lannister x reader #ashara dayne x reader

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companionjones · 1 year

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The Beginning of Us (2/5)

Pairing: 36!Joel Miller x 23!Fem!Reader

Fandom: The Last of Us (could be applied to the characters in the video game or TV show)

Author’s Note: This is an AU where it’s normal times and both Sarah and Ellie are Joel’s (alive) daughters.

Summary: A few people talk to you about their stances on you and Joel. You’re surprised about what they say.

Warnings: Cursing, eventual smut

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It had been two and a half days since that night with Joel, and you hadn’t seen him since. That was exactly how you wanted things to be. They weren’t your proudest moments, but the few times you’d exited your apartment, you had taken extra care to make sure no one else was around, especially the residents of the apartment across the hall from yours.

“There you are!”

Your luck had to run out at some point, you realised. Sarah had caught you sneaking out of your apartment around noon.

“Hey, Ellie! Y/n finally showed her face!” she called to her sister.

Suddenly, you were being bombarded by two assailants on your way out to your car.

“How did things go the other night with our dad?” Sarah curiously asked.

Ellie jumped in, “He won’t tell us a thing. All we know is that you two didn’t bone.”

Both you and Sarah were taken way off guard by that statement. “Ellie!”

She defended herself. “What? Sarah, you heard Dad go to bed alone that night. I’m just stating facts.”

Sarah agreed, “Okay, but that doesn’t mean that you need to put that image in my head…Seriously, Y/n. We just want to know if you two…kissed or something.” She switched gears.

“Girls, I gotta tell you something.” You caved in, and stopped in the hallway.

Both of them looked at you intently.

“I am only 23,” you let them know. “It would be highly inappropriate if anything were to happen between me and your father…and I would honestly hate to put him in that position.” Figuring that was all they needed to hear, you continued down the staircase.

Understandably, that truth bomb silenced both girls for a few moments; however, the (surprisingly) wouldn’t give up on you yet.

Ellie called after you, “So what?”

“Yeah,” Sarah joined in, “Who cares? Age is just a number, right?”

Both girls barrelled down the steps after you.

You just laughed, “Age is not just a number when I’m 23 and–How old is your father?”

“Only 36!” informed Sarah. “That’s just 13 years.”

“Who gives a shit?” Ellie comforted colorfully.

“Come on, Ellie. Language,” you rolled your eyes. “Why do you two want me with your father so much?” you asked without thinking.

“Because…” both girls started.

Ellie continued, “Because it’s been so long since we saw dad happy.”

“He’s happy with us. We get it. But we want to see him happy with someone, y’know?” Sarah clarified.

“I do,” you sighed, “But I’m too young for him. I’m sorry, girls.”

At that point, they had followed you all the way out to your car. You got in your car, and waited until the girls were back inside the building before driving off.

You went out grocery shopping, and returned home two hours later. You were preparing dinner when there was a knock at your door. You almost dropped the pan you were holding.

Please, don’t let that be Joel.

Thankfully, it wasn’t. But it was still somebody almost equally as surprising.

You opened your door. “Hey, Tommy. Is everything alright?”

He nodded. “It is, thank you. I was just wondering if I could talk to you about something.”

“Of course.” You stepped aside so he could come in. “Please, sit down.”

Tommy remained standing. “No offence, but I don’t think I’ll be here that long. I’d just like to talk about Joel.”

“Oh.” You froze. “...Did he tell you?”

“The girls did, yes.”

“Then, you have to know. I would never want to do anything that would hurt him or his reputation.”

Tommy stated matter-of-factly, “I know that, Y/n.”

Again, you didn’t know what to do. “You do?”

“Of course.”

“Then why did you come here?” The question rolled off your tongue before you meant to ask it. “I’m sorry–”

“No, it’s alright,” he told you, “It’s a valid inquiry. I just…I don’t know, Y/n. I think you should go for it.”

“Tommy—!” you gasped, not believing your ears.

He backtracked. “I know. I know it sounds crazy. Hell, maybe all this is just those two little girls whispering in my ear. But Y/n. I can’t remember a time when I saw Joel more at ease than he was when you were helping them move in.” Tommy turned and started moving back toward the door, and you didn’t know what to say. Tommy turned back around to offer you one last sentiment. “I work with the guy every day, and I know my brother. I know when he’s got something he can’t get off his mind. Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight,” was all you were able to choke out before Tommy shut the door behind him.

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cranetreegang · 1 year

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Delving into the Mind - Ominis x FemReader

Choo Choo! All Aboard the Emotional Damage Train! Destination? Unresolved Childhood Trauma :) (low key tho, i've been going back and forth on posting this sooooo hopefully y'all like it)

Read this first -> Lessons into the Mind (i mean you don't gotta but im building off of that chapter)

Summary: In an attempt to strengthen his Legilimency, things take a turn for the worst and she's left wondering if it was worth it at all.

Word Count: ~2,400 words

Read my other Ominis Fics Here

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She’s chewing on her bottom lip as she reads over her History of Magic essay when she feels it - a riling intrusion gliding across her mind. This isn’t her first time feeling it. At times, the sensation is so faint and gentle she doesn’t notice it at first. But right now, it’s glaring and she has to shut her eyes to not succumb fully to the sensation. It’s jarring, but she slowly eases into it.

The Undercroft is silent; save for the occasional turning of pages. She drifts from her papers over to Ominis - the source of the sensation.

His wand skims over the pages of his Herbology book while he murmurs some of the words to himself. He has a loving smile playing on his lips and she wonders if he even realizes he’s doing it - similar to how his hand searches for hers when they’re walking. She’s noticed he does it frequently during times of stress. She’ll see the furrowing of his brow and the thinning of lip, followed by a soft smile as soon as his mind connects with hers. She’s grown to enjoy the odd feeling, as it lets her know he’s thinking about her.

She believes he’s only reading her emotions and not her thoughts. Otherwise, she’s positive he would’ve said something by now. Although, she hasn’t been able to fully validate - as asking him directly would make him stop all together and she’s grown fond of all forms of his touches. A devious idea strikes her. There may be a way to further test her theory. She smirks as she focuses on one particular emotion. A strong one. She watches him carefully for his reaction.

In an instant, his brows raise and his hand seeks her out until he’s able to grasp her arm.

“Is everything okay?” His distress brings about guilt for making him so concerned.

She pats his hand with a strained smile, “I’m sorry. I was just testing something.”

“Oh.” His head turns away from her, but she can still see the red tinting his ears. The sensation vacates her mind abruptly. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Ominis.” She quickly says. “I know you don’t mean to.” She brushes his cheek - running her fingers over the dark dots on his handsome, heated face.

He slowly turns back to her with a frown, “I shouldn’t be doing it at all. It’s not fair to you that I can dig into your mind whenever I please. Intentional or not.”

“But, I find it so endearing. Especially when we’re apart. It’s nice to know you’re thinking of me.” She smiles.

He blushes with a scowl, “I’m glad you find my prying ‘endearing’, instead of rightly concerning.” He lets out a heavy exhale and he shuts his eyes, “We shouldn’t have entertained this. I don’t have control over it. And I don’t know why I keep gravitating to you.”

She grabs his other hand, “How can you begin to control it, when you don’t know what it is you’re doing?”

She squeezes his hands, “I believe you’re so hesitant of this because you don’t fully understand what you’re capable of. And there’s no better way to figure that out than by practicing. We can find your limits. Build your restraint.”

“I would rather not practice such an intrusive ability on someone I care deeply about.” He snaps, his eyes narrowing.

She strokes the top of his hands with her thumbs and he eases from his bristled state, “You were so close to viewing an actual memory last time. Doesn’t that somewhat entice you?”

He grimaces, “Of course it does. Doesn’t mean I should partake in such notions. I don’t possess enough restraint as is. Encouraging this any more - is reckless. You may find it ‘endearing’ now, but all it takes is one time for me to go too far.”

He squeezes her hands, “And I’d rather not lose you.”

She bites her lip as she takes in the concern written on his face. She cups his cheek and he practically melts into her touch - his eyes fluttering shut as he lets out a quiet sigh.

“I hear you. And I understand. We don’t have to keep practicing your Legilimency. I would never want you to do something you don’t want to. And I most certainly don’t want you to feel guilty about any of this.”

She strokes his cheek with a soft smile, “I also think you’re far more capable than you realize. And you have enough self control to not do anything rash. More than you give yourself credit for. Which is why I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else, but you, Ominis. I trust you.”

He closes his eyes, pressing her hand more into his cheek. His head rests against hers with a sigh. He wishes she wasn’t so reasonable all the time.

“You are such a stubborn witch.” He pulls away with a sure nod. “Fine. But, you must keep your promise from last time. As soon as you feel even a slight bit of discomfort-,”

“I will let you know as soon as it happens. I promise.” She reassures him with a squeeze of his hand.

They shift to sit across from each other with their hands clasped together. He has his eyes closed, taking in deep breaths, before he slowly opens them. She meets his eyes and she’s immediately drawn in. He gasps.

“It’s even easier than last time.” He murmurs.

The pool of her current emotions is a familiar place to him. He uses this to ease him into the far more chaotic part of her mind. He braces himself as he’s assaulted by all of his senses. It’s like he’s touching a hundred different things all at once - coarse wood, silky fabrics, warm skin. He smells everything ranging from pleasant flowers, hearty foods, earthy mud, and disgusting rubbish. It’s the sounds which disorients him. A hundred upon a hundred conversations all happening at once - all talking over each other and he has to shut away the strong emotions tied to them.

He’s beginning to be dragged down by the deluge and he can’t take much more. He wants it to stop. He wants it all to stop.

With a sudden surge, he demands everything to cease. To his surprise, the whirlwind he’s in dissipates. He lets out a relieved sigh. With his new found control, he begins to search for something in particular. Something familiar - something which resonates within her the most. Damp grass and rocks crushing underfoot, followed by the rich noises of the forest let him know he’s close to something.

There.

He senses the same thing from last time. He’s quick to snatch it before the strand can escape. He forgets how to breathe as an image manifests before him.

It’s the sky.

He knows this is the sky even though he’s not sure how. It’s like he’s gazed up at this a hundred times before - and he almost feels unimpressed. He laughs to himself at how amazing it must be to find this to be an uninteresting sight. He wonders what sights do capture her intrigue - what she deems truly breathtaking, instead of mundane. They must be undeniably spectacular. But, he’s content with staring at the sky in total awe. Picking it apart piece by piece.

The first thing he admires is the blue - it evokes him the most. He knew colors could be rich and provoking, as described by numerous tomes and poems he’s read, and he’s shocked to see how true it all is. He finds blue to be a calm, pleasing color - one he could spend hours gazing at. Next, he takes in the gentle, white clouds rolling by. They’re impossibly fluffy with deep pockets of gray at their hearts. A tear rolls down his cheek at the memory frozen in his mind.

More.

He wants to see more.

He indulges, but instead of seeing more of the memory, he’s met with several. There’s so much flooding into him - too much. Images flash past until they all blur together. Smells and sounds take the rest of his senses and he’s left paralyzed. It’s like a searing knife is cutting right into his skull. He’s being tossed around in a whirlwind and he can’t stop it.

He doesn’t realize he’s fallen over and is laying on the ground until he hears her calling his name.

“Ominis?” He hears her whimper.

He forces his hand to find hers and he grasps onto her. He hears her sigh of relief in return. She shifts closer to him and he does the same until she’s able to press herself against his side. He drags her onto his chest and she buries herself into him - calming herself with his scent.

“That was… Merlin…,” She gasps - her head pounds against her skull. She wonders if she’s going to be sick with the way the sweat clings to her brow and her stomach flops.

“Do you see the dangers of this now?” He hisses and shakes at how her voice whimpered out his name. Even now, the remnants of her fear and hurt lingers and twists at his heart - making his disgust with himself worsen. “I knew this was a mistake.”

She closes her eyes to keep her tears at bay. Everything is too much yet not nearly enough. The lingering moment she experienced surfaces through her muddled thoughts.

“I-I saw one of your memories.” She whispers.

He says nothing, so she looks over to him. He’s turned slightly towards her, awaiting for her to speak, but otherwise he’s motionless. His memory begins to form more clearly, so she continues,

“You’re playing with a toy. A wizard. It’s your favorite.”

She stares at her palm with a slight smile, “You can feel the wood grain under the chipped paint and you know every nick and mark on it. The sun warms your face and you’re so happy.” She pauses with a frown, “Then you hear something. It’s your brother, Marvolo. You recognize his footsteps as they come towards you. You’re scared. And he… he teases you.” She shudders as Marvolo’s words repeat in her mind.

“Then he rips the toy from your hand. He laughs so cruelly as he burns it. The smoke stings your nose. But, you refuse to cry. You know you can’t cry in front of him. It’ll only make it worse.” She gasps at the ferocity of which these emotions emanate within her. His emotions - from a past he tries so hard to keep buried.

“It feels like this memory is my own. Like I lived through it.” She notices the pensive expression upon his face and she strokes his cheek to ease his frown.

“I’m so sorry, Ominis. I know you said they were horrible, but I never realized…,” She pauses as she recounts what he told her.

“How dare your father say-,” her voice cracks and she has to regain herself. “You experience the world in such a beautiful way. How you smell and hear,” she brings his hand up to her face and his eyes soften, “The way you touch, it’s all so heightened. You notice the tiniest of details - details that I’ve never observed before. And I’m thankful I got to experience it as well. Even if it was an unpleasant memory.”

He shudders - closing his eyes as he does - and he presses his forehead to hers. She’s so very warm, he thinks to himself.

“I saw the sky.” He whispers. “It was beautiful.”

He laughs with a slight smile. “I never thought I’d ever see such a thing. And now I have. And it was beautiful.”

She beams, “I want to show you so much more, Ominis.”

His smile fades as he recalls the terror he put them through - at the greed he felt and didn’t control.

He shakes his head, “No. It’s not worth it.”

“It is. I want to give this to you.”

“It’s not to me.” He whispers.

“But, we’re so close, Ominis. I can feel it.” She sits up. “One more time. I think I know what might help.” Her voice is full of excitement and it makes him want to be sick.

‘Let me help you, my sweet, darling.’

His mother’s sickly, sweet voice whispers in his ear and the ghost of her long fingers card through his hair. He shakes his head at the recollection.

He closes his eyes while his face scrunches from his head pounding. He sits up and he clutches her hand.

“Why? Why do you insist we keep trying?” He murmurs. “I thought you only wanted me able to feel you when you’re away - gallivanting the countryside and risking your life. Why are you insisting we delve into your memories?”

“Of course I want you to be able to sense me when I’m away. But, you’re also so close to being able to-,”

“To what? See?” He snaps his head over to her with a sneer. “Was this your true reason all along? Is this your attempt to ‘fix’ me as well?”

The way he says ‘fix’ makes her flinch and a bitter coldness floods her entire being.

“What?!” She exclaims, her eyes wide and her mouth parted. “N-no! That’s not at all-,”

“I am not some broken thing that needs mending!” He hisses. “You, and everyone else, seem to think that I must see, when no one has bothered to ask if that’s even remotely what I wanted.” His face contorts into a cold, harsh expression.

She shakes her head, “No, that’s not at all why. I-I just thought-,”

“I never asked for this! For any of this!” His hand practically throws hers away, “You’re just as irresponsible and selfish as Sebastian. You both don’t know when to stop.”

He turns his head away from her, “Leave me.”

The command takes the air from her chest and freezes the blood in her veins.

“Ominis.” She reaches for him and he backs away with a scowl.

“I said, leave me alone!” He snarls.

She gasps, flinching away from him. Her lip trembles and she hurries to her feet. She feels his mind leave hers like a cold gale - shutting her out with a finality which twists her stomach and rips her heart a part.

“I-I’m sorry.” She whispers, her voice breaking and her eyes blur. She runs out of the Undercroft with his cold gaze haunting her long after she’s gone.

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AN: ...yeah... hopefully this wasn't too much cause im pretty excited about this next part. like dudes, i need to do all my angst writing during my period cause i was popping off. and funny enough, this was actually gonna be one chapter with a happy ending. but it felt... idk alright. so anyways, here we are.

also... I really, really, really like bonds. I'm sorry, im a whore for them and i am currently building up for them to be bonded together. why you may ask?? idk cause im insane and i do what i want. im ungovernable. and i may or may not fully understand what the heck Legilimency is. and if i'm totally wrong about it all -> AnCiEnT mAGiC™

Thanks again for reading and feedback is always appreciated <3

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diodellet · 10 months

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ily now leave me tf alone (jamil viper x gn!reader)

summary: Your mouth just says the darndest things under sleep deprivation. And to add insult to injury, jamil's there to see it in real time. content warnings: sleep deprivation ++super short, mild back nd forth betw you and jamil, set after the events of book 4, pre-slash ig? unebta'd. all mistakes are mine. word count: 1.1k words

No, you weren’t tired. It wasn’t even twenty four hours, you could handle this one party. You gave yourself a quick once-over through the front-facing camera of your phone.

Okay, the dark circles were horribly hidden with your concealer. But if you wiped away your fifteen minutes of work, you had a hunch that your expression would look way, way worse than what you were seeing now.

(At least nobody would be close enough to see the shitty handiwork… right?)

So you leave it on, pocket your phone, then walk through the mirror after Grim.

The heat of the Scarabia dorm falls over you. Heavy, enough to sap away the remnants of your energy.

At least it was past noon, the tail-end of the worst of the heat.

You scan your surroundings, Grim’s nowhere to be found. Maybe he made a beeline for the kitchen.

Might as well greet and apologize to Jamil right now. And then go say hi to Kalim, and then figure out a way to keep Grim entertained until the party actually started by the way why did you think that arriving two hours early was a good idea—

“You look like you’re about to pass out.” Never mind! At your strained smile, Jamil’s expression pulls into a slight frown. Like he could tell that you were ready to deflect.

Since the holiday break incident™️ you noticed that irritation was the first thing to break his cool facade.

(A part of you missed the politeness and formality, and a little bit of being fussed over. Even if it was feigned, concern felt…good. It was better than having your emotional state be brushed over by your “kind and gracious” guardian figure.)

“Man, is it that obvious?”

“Mhm. Where’s Grim?”

You wince. “Wherever the food’s at, probably. I told him to save his appetite for tonight.”

He sighs. “Of course, why would I expect anything less from that gluttonous cat?”

“Hey! How many times do I gotta tell you that I’m not a cat!” Grim said defensively, wriggling in the grasp of another Scarabia student.

“I’m really sorry for the inconvenience, thank you for finding him.” You step forward to take him only to stop in your tracks at the feeling of Jamil’s hand on your shoulder.

“Could you take him to Kalim? The prefect’s familiar seems to have gotten… lost.”

Since the holiday break incident™️, you also noticed that Jamil started to freely express himself more through cutting side-comments and a healthy dose of sarcasm.

“Hey, hey! Stop ignoring me!!” Grim’s protests fell on deaf ears as he was carted off to the dorm leader.

…it was safe to assume that Jamil knew Grim would head for the food, right? Right?

So why did he ask you where Grim was?

“Relax, Kalim knows how to entertain guests.”

“He’s probably going to overload Grim on snacks and appetizers, and my not-familiar’s stomach is going to explode.”

“He’ll be fine. Besides, you're two hours early. Whose idea was that?” Despite the question—maybe it’s sleep deprivation, but you’re positive that—you can see a small upwards curve on Jamil’s lips.

(You’re not sure how to feel about being on the receiving end of said jabs. They don’t feel malicious when directed at you. But at times it feels like you’re being toyed with. It feels weird.)

“Well, that’s because—you see, in my world,” you start. Oh no, you’re feeling fluttery and fumbling your words.

“In your homeworld?”

Nevermind, you point your gaze to your shoes and confess in a soft voice, “I thought I could help y…out a bit…”

When you glance up, you’re not prepared for the light flick of his fingers against your forehead. “Ow! What the hell, Jamil!”

The gesture didn’t hurt much. If anything, it forcefully knocked away your building exhaustion and left you with a strange energy coursing through your veins. Sort of like caffeine and adrenaline.

Through the gaps of your fingers, Jamil’s expression is a mix between flustered and exasperated. “I appreciate the sentiment, but it would reflect badly on the Asim family if I allowed that to happen.”

Still, a frown forms on your face. “Then what do I do for the next two hours? Twiddle my thumbs? Leave and then come back?”

“You can stay in my room.”

“Oh, okay.” After a beat passes, the words actually sink in. “What?”

“Don’t tell me you have the energy to handle conversing with Kalim.” He turns away, was he going to leave you—

Your next words spill out in a hurry, “No, no, no, wait, I wasn’t thinking that! Please take me to your room and let me have a power nap on your comfy bed—”

Jamil whips around, “Not so loud!”

(Okay. The way he was holding your cheeks was hurting a bit. Just a little bit. But the slight panic in his eyes was giving you the slightest feeling of vindication.)

You mime zipping your mouth shut and he lets go of you, motioning for you to follow him.

You can feel your heart’s pulse in your ears, drowning out all other sounds.

When you arrive at his room, you give him another cautious look. “Are you really sure it’s okay?”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t okay with it.” Jamil closes the door behind him, twisting the lock shut. He makes his way to his cabinet.

“Alright, say less.” And that’s that! You toe off your shoes and faceplant on the mattress—springy and firm. A feeling you didn’t realize you were missing after months of sleeping in your bed at the Ramshackle dorm.

“I’ll wake you up before the party.”

“Thank you. You didn’t have to.” Speaking of which, now that you were lying down, your exhaustion was finally catching up to you.

“Just don’t drool on my pillow.” He walks past you to head into the bathroom when you suddenly tug at the hem of his shirt.

“Wait wait, before I sleep, I have to tell you something—” Ah, this was bad, you were too tired to even sit up.

“What is it?” Even until now, he was still putting on that mask of nonchalance.

You motion for him to lean closer to you.

Jamil levels a suspicious look at you before crouching at the side of his bed.

The next moment happens in a blur, with your body moving of its own accord, not an ounce of hesitation or second-guessing.

Your hands reach out, guiding him close enough for you to press a quick kiss to his cheek—Jamil tenses up at the gesture, you can’t see what expression he’s making—afterwards you push him away. Turn onto your other side, and face your back towards him.

“Goodnight, I love you.” Okay, now you are going to shut up!

It takes him a few seconds to mutter a quiet “good night” in return.

A/N: apparently bball jamil is dropping durin my birth month... WILD! let's ignore the fact that i have work in 3ish hours HAHAHA ya girl's been busy girlbossing and wrestling with her impostor syndrome this summer haha HEY LOOK! something short to get me back into the groove of writing. im not abandoning my other wips dont worry! but yeah, it's just my already slow writing is gonna be waaay slower. don't be afraid to reblog and holler in the tags, I treasure each and every comment.💕💕 tagging my fellow jamil simps: @mochimiyaas @merotwst @kaechannn @anxiously-sidequesting

#dellet-writings #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #g/n reader

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 5 months

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,997 Words

Summary: The daycare crew are having a normal night. Or so they think.

Warnings: Injury, Blood, Gore, Amputation, Stabbing, Broken Bones, Eye Trauma, Bruises, Waterboarding, Aftermath of Torture, Aftermath of Violence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Controlled Shock, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Prosthetics, Blindness, Partial Blindness, Trauma, PTSD, let me know if I should add anything else.

Abnormality

Tonight was unusually…normal. Sun was cleaning up the daycare for the day. Moon helping with things that needed fixing like the one bent bar in the play structure he was currently bending back to normal. Lunar was preparing for tomorrow like he usually did.

The only thing really missing was Solar. He wasn’t sitting at the security desk taking inventory of the children pre-checked in for tomorrow. Usually Solar would take great pride in making the list and taking note of any children with accommodations and making sure everything needed for the accommodations were taken care of.

But he was notably absent. None of the three had noticed this until almost halfway through closing procedure since Solar was usually to himself about it. But his occasional muttering that was not there was weird not to hear at this point. It was unnerving not to hear it, hear him giving little chuckles when the known rowdy or rambunctious kids were on the list.

“Sun, have you seen Solar today?” Moon asked.

“No, why, have you?” Sun responded almost immediately, almost as if he’d been waiting for the question to be asked.

“Guys, if Solar’s missing or something, we’ve gotta find him. He’s our brother too!” Lunar told them from where he was just finished with the coloring pages and crayons.

“I agree. I have to patrol soon anyway, I’ll go look-“ Moon was cut off by the heavy daycare door being opened and a form collapsing on the ground. It was a barely recognizable figure but he still knew exactly who it was.

The collapsed heap on the floor was dripping water, blood, and oil. Their right arm entirely missing with wires exposed and fizzling still. Their hair was clumped and tangled with water and oil and blood and what looked suspiciously like acid of some kind.

Their back had two knives stuck into it still, their face sitting against the floor with their clumped hair shrouding it. Their clothes were waterlogged and bloody and oily. Moon could also visibly see that their leg had been broken in two places at minimum.

“What the-!” Lunar screeched, looking at the person in horror at their state. In truth, Moon was shaken by it too. He knew he’d have to fix it, but the sheer amount of injuries was horrific. He couldn’t imagine how they felt.

“S-Solar?” Moon asked, shakily kneeling by him and moving his hair off his face. Moon almost vomited at the sight. Solar’s right eye was hanging from it socket and he had a large stab wound in the other, which was fizzling with severed wires.

“Please, no more.” Solar had a fraction of his voice, his voice box sounded broken and crushed, actually. And it was letting out white and jarring sounds as he begged for an end to the torture that had already ended.

Moon could see the damage to it visibly. His throat had handprints on it, deep and bruised in already. It sent fire through him. He wasn’t scared anymore, he was absolutely livid. He gently held Solar’s remaining hand and he didn’t care that his hand got covered in liquids as he put his hand on Solar’s head and pet his hair as best he could.

“You’re okay. You’re safe, Solar.” Moon tried to assure him.

“Please, Crescent, stop!” Solar’s voice broke and whirred like gears and a few musical notes played in Solar’s distress. But the words had hit Moon harder than Solar’s panic.

Crescent? The same Crescent he’d ran away from? Moon felt a whirl of emotions as he got Solar into his arms as carefully as possible, avoiding the knives that would have to stay in for now. They hadn’t just basically allowed Solar to be tortured all day with their neglect to check on him, but they’d left him at the mercy of his abusive brother who had somehow managed to get through dimensions.

“That’s…Solar…” Sun’s horrified voice came from nearby and Moon nodded to tell him he was correct. Moon could hear Lunar throwing up into one of the trash cans.

Moon felt something before he saw it, having been touching Solar. It felt like jolts. Moon’s horror grew seeing Solar had a few sparks and glitches before Solar let out a scream, filled with glitches and whirs as a controlled shock wracked his body.

With his proximity and contact, Moon felt the volts of it and it made his endo ache with sparks but he refused to put him down. He refused to let his brother hurt alone. He tightened his grip to give Solar what comfort he could and held him until the shock ended.

Solar fizzled and jolted with aftershocks, his body twitching and his mouth leaking oil and blood at the toll the shock took on his already battered body. He didn’t deserve this but Crescent had decided he did for whatever reason.

“Sun, take care of Lunar. I need to fix him.” Moon told him and called his fly wire. The hallway to his room would be too long of a walk. So fly wire to get up to the balcony it was.

Moon was at this for hours, Sun and occasionally Lunar coming in to check on them. But finally Moon had fixed Solar as best he could.

Solar’s leg had been set, the endo fused on the breaks and plating put in to support it. His new ‘prosthetic’ arm was tuned successfully and connected properly to Solar’s wires and his systems. Moon had managed to replace Solar’s right eye but the wires in the left weren’t salvageable so he’d put in a spacer replacement eye until he found a way to fix the wires and replace the eye properly.

Moon was working on washing Solar’s hair and face off the blood and oil when Solar finally woke up from his temporary power off. Solar jolted up, fighting something Moon couldn’t see and screaming once he felt the water and washcloth on his face and protecting his head.

In a blind panic, Solar swiped at Moon’s arms and it caused him to drop the bowl of water he was holding onto the floor but Moon gently held Solar’s hands, shushing him and slowly calming him down.

“Don’t do that again! Please, Crescent, please!” Solar hiccuped.

“He’s not here, it’s okay. It’s me, it’s Moon. You’re safe, Solar.” Moon assured him, bringing him up to sit so Moon could hold him.

“I…I was so scared…” Solar’s voice broke and it made Moon’s heart ache.

“I’m so sorry, Solar. I’m sorry we weren’t there when you needed us. But Crescent will never hurt you again, I promise.” Moon assured him, rubbing his back.

“N-No water. No more water.” Solar sniffled.

“Why no water?” Moon asked. Then the realization dawned on him. The water in Solar’s artificial lungs that he’d had to siphon out. The way water had only doused Solar’s face and hair.

“He waterboarded me. Please no water.” Solar hiccuped.

“Okay, we’ll use the sanitizer station instead. That way there’s no water.” Moon assured him.

“Don’t leave.” Solar whispered.

“I’m not leaving. None of us are leaving you alone. Not until we get that asshole and make him pay.” Moon rubbed his back as he helped him up. Solar was shaky on his net fixed leg but Moon held his arms around him to support him relearning to use the limb properly.

Moon got him to the sanitizer station and went in with him since he wasn’t stable yet and let Solar hide against him as the machine beeped and filled the pod with sanitizer mist.

Solar trembled a little bit Moon made sure he was comfortable against him and pressed his head against Solar’s, tucking Solar’s face into his neck. The machine whirred and dropped down the machine that Moon carefully put Solar’s hair into for it to use steam and sanitizer to wash it out.

For how scared he’d been, Solar was being incredibly brave at the moment, letting the machine clean him without water while he clung to Moon. Once Solar was sanitized, Moon grabbed a towel once the machine stopped and wiped off Solar’s face softly, avoiding his mouth and nose so it wouldn’t send him into a panic again.

He wrapped the towel around Solar after and led him out, drying him off of the mist and more so hiding his body so Solar felt like he had the security of not being nude. Moon didn’t mind to see his siblings naked, but Solar was newly traumatized, Moon didn’t want to add another layer of stress to the situation.

“I have clothes for you in your room. Do you want me there or to help you?” Moon asked.

“I can do it.” Solar told him. “Stay outside?”

“Of course.” Moon agreed, leading him to his room and Moon stood outside waiting as Solar shakily closed over but didn’t shut the door.

“How is he?” Sun whispered.

“He’s alright now. I’m gonna kill Crescent and present Solar his head as a trophy. The damage was so extensive I had to replace most of his internals.” Moon whispered back.

“It was that bad? It didn’t look that bad…” Sun looked at the closed over door in confusion. Sun was right, it hadn’t looked as bad as it had been.

“A lot of blunt force trauma to his internals. His abdomen was beginning to swell by the time I found the bleeding because it was so full of oil and blood.” Moon sighed. Solar had been in such horrible condition, he was glad he’d had enough parts on hand to replace everything and his computer had been able to synthesize new parts and the prosthetics.

“Moon? Sun?” Solar asked, slowly opening the door. Thankfully he’d managed to get dressed successfully, and he hadn’t needed help. Moon was a bit proud, he thought it would take longer for Solar to accustom himself to his new eye and new arm.

“Hey, Sol.” Moon gently brought him in for a hug.

“I’m really hungry. Can I eat?” Solar asked.

“Yeah, I knew you would be. I replaced your stomach. I told Lunar to make something light so you don’t stress all the new internals.” Moon smiled. He would be happy for Solar. Protective more so than normal, but happy Solar was home and he was safe and recovering.

“What did he make, do you know?” Solar asked.

“Well, he knows your food sensitivities so he made smoothies and chicken and pasta soup for dinner, I think.” Sun piped up.

“I’ll have to thank him.” Solar gave a little smile as he let the twins lead him to the kitchen in the break room that was usually for the daycare kids but they used it as their own kitchen as well.

“You don’t need to thank anyone for anything, we’re your brothers. We love you and we want to see you healthy and happy. Doing these things for you like making you food or fixing you even are small in comparison to how much you mean to us.” Moon ruffled his hair and Solar couldn’t hold back the teary smile and Moon loved seeing him smile. Solar was such a hard-working sweetheart, it was nice to see him relax and be taken care of , especially after something so horrible happened to him.

“I hear my big brothers!” lunar called out.

“Yeah, you caught us.” Sun chuckled.

“Get those tall butts in here and get your food. I already fed the kitties too.” Solar gave a laugh as he pet one of the cats sitting on the far end of the counter.

“Hi Ratchet.” Sun greeted his cat.

“My god, his name is Ratchet?” Solar asked with a laugh.

“Well, there’s Ratchet, Hatchet, and Bubble.” Sun told him.

“Moon?” Solar asked for Moon’s attention.

“Yes?” Moon asked back with a little chuckle.

“We’re never letting Sun name a cat ever again.” Solar snorted.

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reds-skull · 4 months

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Post script on Not Alive, Nor Dead

Like I mentioned yesterday, I have a lot to say about the fic now that it's done.

The TLDR is that I'm leaving an option for a sequel. No promises though.

Leaving the rest of it under the cut because idk how long it will end up.

Okay, so first thing I gotta admit is that I didn't plan shit lmao. I had the start very clearly in my head, which were the scenes I talked about in the first post I made about revenant AU. But the entire plot line with Graves being a secret revenant? Hell, even the whole 'revenants and non-revs are getting kidnapped around the world' was not planned.

The scene in chapter 4 with the PMC was the introduction for the anonymous PMC, but I didn't think of making Graves and in extension Shadow Company all the work of a revenant. I was debating even making him a revenant at all, up until I wrote the chapter introducing him.

This approach, of not planning shit, is what made me excited to sit down and write every day. It felt like I was discovering the story myself.

It's also a fucking miracle the story is coherent in any shape or form.

Now, I did write a few things before starting. They were a small overview of the character arcs I want the 141 to go through, and a brief about each revenant's powers, because those things need to be consistent.

The arc overview isn't accurate anymore, it has a version of Gaz's storyline that I didn't manage to fit in, where he has a fear of heights, and overcomes it throughout the fic. The only one really left unchanged was Soap, who had the whole "my powers are too destructive" thing ongoing for most of the story.

Speaking of Soap, the Konchar mystery? I was figuring it out while writing the 3 chapters before introducing 'Konchar'. There are some inconsistencies because of that, specifically in a line where Soap says something along the lines of "I did something on my Reaping, something that if I could replicate, I might've not been let on the team." which kinda makes sense but kinda doesn't, considering all that Ghost has done.

Ghost's struggles with Limbo were something I added after wanting to give him a parallel to Soap. Originally, Ghost's role was to be the guy that has already gone through what Soap is going through, already knowing everything and having as much control on Limbo as he can. But making Limbo this uncontrollable realm was more interesting... also having it reflect Ghost's mind and emotions was cool.

One of the most pleasant surprises was how Price's powers interacted with everyone else's. I think it was the best power to personality match I made, he's not as scary as the others at first glance, but the ability to bore into the minds of his enemies, the way no one can keep secrets from him? Makes him terrifying. It's not made clear in the fic, but the reason it took Price so long to figure Graves out is their previous encounters. Graves knew how to divert his thoughts away from his Shadows, and stop Price from finding out.

What made Price realize Grave's Shadows aren't human is he tried to read their mind, only to find a list of commands. Graves tried to keep them away as much as he can, but it was inevitable. Shepherd knew it, which is why he ordered Price to keep his mouth shut almost instantly.

Since the way revenants get their powers must be linked to the way they died, some revs were easier to find powers for than others. Obviously the 141 was first, some at the time I started thinking about how they died didn't have a canon near-death experience, like Price and Soap.

I took Ghost's og backstory, and the idea of Limbo was gotten from the fact he died in a coffin, in a state of in between life and death. What Limbo does to people was just 'scariest thing I could imagine' type of situation. In the end, I don't know if Limbo is scarier when Ghost couldn't control it, or when both he and Soap could.

With Soap, I knew I wanted something with explosions, so it was a no-brainer to make him die from one. I mentioned in another post, but revenant AU was originally at the very beginning just a thing of 'what if I put mw characters in my original magic system?', and in that scenario, Soap was the only one with powers, which were control over anti matter, meaning anything he touches or touches him explodes. The only scene from that one is of Soap pushing Ghost away and getting shot to high hell, only to go and explode the people that tried to kill him - which is chapter 8.

I chose to use Gaz's iconic hanging out of a chopper scene, because I found it funny tbh lol. Later, when I thought of how exactly he died, it became more serious.

Price's were just kinda random tbh. I figured telepathy is a good ability for a Captain.

Rudy obviously dies in the house fire he almost did in the campaign. Alejandro was harder, but I thought of how Graves locked him up in the black site prison alone, so I went for something similar.

It's not mentioned in the fic, but Farah was the youngest to die from all of them. The house collapse in the start of her flashbacks in mwi, where her father pulled her out of the rubble? She didn't survive it. She's a very rare revenant, to be Reaped when she was a kid.

Farah and Ghost's og backstory have a lot of similarities, in my mind they're parallels to each other. What Farah had that Ghost didn't, however, is other people, a community. I think that's why she didn't lose herself the way Ghost did.

Alex's was difficult, because his canon near-death experience was being exploded, like Soap. I used the fact he's ex CIA, to figure he probably took part of many covert operations, and one went wrong. He was caught, so now he can go invisible. This was the thing I failed to make clear the most in the fic, I think, since a few people asked, more than anything else.

Thomas Anderson, the revenant with underwater breathing abilities, was originally made just for Ghost to roast him. When chapter 8 rolled around, and I needed a random revenant to kill there, I thought using the one established would make sense.

Accidental foreshadowing like this was what carried the fic, tbh. It was like a huge session of 'yes, and'ing myself. A little bit of bullshitting confidently, sometimes it felt like that lmao.

The wedding vows in chapter 31 were, again, unplanned. Ghost said "till death do us apart, Johnny?", so I started looking up Christian wedding vows in English because I don't fully remember them. Later I thought "wait, Soap is Catholic, maybe they have a different version." and then I thought, "shit, he's fuckin' Scottish, he won't use fucking American Catholic vows." (maybe he would idk).

Anyway, I found the Celtic vows present in the fic, which sounded like a metaphor, so perfect I couldn't use them just for the original joke they were meant for. So Soap ends up reciting literal wedding vows at the man.

[here's a link to the website I found the vows at]

Last thing is the whole Makarov tie in to Konchar. I was thinking about how we never really dove deep into why Konchar did what he did, besides having his Reaper tell him "you have to kill Soap before he kills you". I heard an advice somewhere, that in world building you have to dive in two questions for it to be believable.

So, let's take Konchar for example. First question is, "how did Soap killing Konchar not bring on an international incident between Kastovia and the UK?". The answer is, "Konchar was an army deserter." Second question is, "why did Konchar desert the army?", and the second answer is, "because he left to work with Makarov."

We don't need to know why he left, not at the point I left the fic at. Those two answers would be enough for readers to not feel like there's a plot hole there, at least according to that advice I've heard.

NOW, with all of that out of the way, I wanted to post the notes I've made on each revenant's powers, because I thought it could be interesting for someone. AND! I kept some deleted scenes, and it would be a shame to just let them rot in the Google Doc lol.

First up, list of revenants and their powers:

[These aren't 100% accurate anymore, as they were written before I started writing the fic, and I only added stuff to them]

Ghost - limbo: is able to send a circle around him into “limbo”, a space between life and death, that no one can escape. Filled with his enemies. Only way to survive is if ghost brings you to the eye of the storm, where he keeps himself safe of his own powers. Ghost can be killed by any means if taken by surprise and doesnt activate his powers.

If stands still too long, inky hands start grasping at him from the ground. Prefers to sleep elevated.

Died in a coffin.

From chapter 21 and beyond - able to wield to withstand fire in his right hand.

Soap - explosion: cant be killed by explosions, and can explode anything he touches. Any injury with the root cause being explosion (fall from high building, debris scratches, etc.) will be healed, but he does feel pain from it. Gunshots cant kill him (the bullets shoot with explosions). Can be killed by any melee attack, poison, electricity.

Fire burns from his fingertips, hard to put out. Spreads when agitated. Hot to the touch.

Died from a fall because of an explosion.

From chapter 21 and beyond - able to wield the protective light in his left hand in Limbo.

Gaz - gravity: can manipulate gravity of himself and objects he touches. Cant die from falling. Can be killed by any means, but hard to catch and aim at while at motion.

Usually floats a couple inches off ground.

Died in a helicopter accident.

Price - telepathy: can talk and transmit simple ideas to other around him. Can feel emotions of others. Can be killed by any means, but Price can manipulate the enemies thoughts and distract them.

His thoughts can “leak” if left unguarded.

Died after being abandoned and without comms.

Alejandro - phase: can phase through solid objects, including bullets. Can be killed by any means if caught by surprise.

Sometimes accidentally phases through things.

Died in captivity.

Rodolfo - ice: can lower the temperature of anything he touches rapidly. Can freeze and jam guns. Can inflict ice burns. Can be killed by any means beside fire.

Breath always visible, cold to the touch.

Died in a fire.

Farah - steelskin: can deflect any attack to her body. Bullets, knives, rockets. Can be killed by poison easily, as needles cant pierce her skin and therefore medical administration is hard to give.

Skin shines oddly.

Died from a stab wound. [changed to what I explained above]

Youngest to become a revenant.

Alex - invisibility: can become invisible. Otherwise can be killed by any means, hard to spot.

Skin sometimes flickers.

Died when got caught.

Graves - shadow company: can create “shadows”, puppets he controls. Can be killed by any means, but hard to get through his shadows.

Doesnt have a shadow of his own, eyes become milky and vacant, leaking after a while.

Died from betrayal.

[I didn't manage to find a place to add this - yes, Graves died after his squad betrayed him. His powers are a replacement for the whole army. His last line, "Me? I am the army." was what he boiled down to. Limbo's victims marking him a traitor was two fold. He betrayed the 141, Vaqueros, the UFL and basically everyone around him, but he also betrayed his own Reaper, who gave him powers to not go through that very thing. It's also another reason why chapter 30 is called 'Die As You Live'.]

Kirill “Konchar” Bogomolov - telekinesis: can move objects with his mind. Can protect himself from any physical attack, and redirect them towards the attacker. Is a revenant of the Pull, like Gaz. (name means “Lord” and “devotionalist”) First death from RPG, second death by Soap.

Now, for the cut content. Most of these are one scene, usually one that didn't fit the emotinal arc of the characters, or the direction was going somewhere I didn't like. There's one that is a page and a half long, and that chapter was one of the hardest to write, so I practically restarted it at one point.

I'll try to add the context they were originally in if I remember.

[Context: the scene in Chapter 5, where Ghost watches the night sky out of a window, unable to sleep, and Soap comes to speak with him for the first time since they fought about Soap's tendenticy to let himself get hurt. Soap says he heard rumors about Ghost, and Ghost asks what they said.]

“ (rumors) That you murder our soldiers.”

Something akin to fear rang through his chest. So he knows… He supposes it was meant to happen eventually.

Soap’s face, for some reason, doesn’t lose its newfound cheerfulness.

“And what do you think about those rumors?” Hell knows why he wants to keep hearing him talk.

“Well, that makes the two of us.”

… What.

“What?” Ghost intelligently mutters.

Soap’s eyes widen, face not unlike a child caught with his hand in a cookie jar.

[Reason to cut: Soap wasn't supposed to admit that yet. He also wouldn't have done it in such a non-chalant way, with how heavy the guilt weighs on him.]

[Context: Chapter 10, where Ghost was showing his powers to the Vaqueros and Graves.]

The Captain’s voice fills his head, “field’s clear, go ahead Lieutenant.”

Ghost glances one last time at Soap’s figure, no more than a small speck, far, far away from him.

He closes his eyes. The warm air of Las Almas dissipates into the chill of Limbo.

He opens them, confused. The void is quiet, the residents of Limbo looking at the distance, calm and still. It reminds him of… before.

Ghost frowns, narrowing his eyes to try and see what caught their attention. There, a far away point flickers.

A small, white flame. Where… Soap was standing.

Ghost blinks and stumbles back. Price instantly sounds in his mind, “Simon, what’s going on?!”

“I saw something there…” He makes eye contact with the Captain, who is now jogging towards him, Gaz and Soap behind him. “Light… from Johnny.”

It can’t be… how is Soap able to affect Limbo? Every single spiritulogist he met agreed on the fact he’s a sort of master over Limbo, that the realm is a manifestation he’s inseparably linked to.

The only thing others can do there, is die.

“What do you mean light?” Price urges on.

“A small flame. Where Soap was. The victims were all staring at it.”

The 141 members reach him, Johnny rushing to him, “are you alright?”

Ghost gapes at him, “you’re different. I’ve… changed you.”

Soap frowns, “what are ye on about?” he steps closer.

Ghost takes a step back, “stop.”

The Sergeant stills, a hurt expression flashing on his face before he schools his features.

Price invades his mind, “Simon, you have to calm down-”

“Calm down?! I fucked up Soap! I need to-”

The ladder patterns. Ghost turns around.

“SIMON RILEY”

“Reaper”, he exhales shakily.

“YOU’VE DOOMED YOURSELF. IT IS TOO LATE.”

“What are you talking about?!” Ghost screams, “you keep saying I’m gonna die, while Johnny keeps suffering!”

“I DO NOT CARE ABOUT OTHER REVENANTS, SIMON.”

The Reaper leans in to shriek in his ears, Ghost clutching his head uselessly.

“YOU ARE INTERTWINED.”

Ghost cries from the pain. His Reaper does not falter.

“KILL HIM FIRST.”

His vision fades along with the Reaper’s words.

“Ghost! Fuck, someone get a medic” Someone shouts above him.

Another voice interjects, “he’s not injured, Sergeant. He’s with his Reaper.”

“From my experience, that doesn’t make me holler and pass out!”

A third person joins the conversation, “shut it! He’s waking up.”

Ghost groans and makes a move to rub his eyes, only to be stopped by his hard-shell mask. “Simon? You alright son?” Price asks, bringing the smell of fresh flowers and a soft bed to him.

He gets up (when did he lay down?) and mutters, “fine”. His voice hoarse from screaming. He takes in his team, the three of them concernedly crouch beside him, except Soap, who’s pacing around.

The Sergeant stops and eyes him warily.

“My Reaper’s mad.” he says in lieu of explanation to the others.

Soap stops, and looks down at him, still avoiding his stare, “it’s because of me, isn’t it?”

He sighs, “when those arms started grabbing ye I thought it was gonna-”

“What arms?” Ghost gets up.

“The dark arms from the ground, don’t tell me you didn’t noti-”

Ghost grabs the front of Soap’s shirt, “you fuckin’ see them?!”

The Sergeant struggles against his iron tight grasp, “aye! Thought I was hallucinating last night, fuckers made a pass at me-”

Ghost pushes him away, “fuckin’ hell”.

What the fuck is going on?! Nobody can see the victims outside of Limbo. It’s almost like…

“He has some of my powers…” Ghost whispers to himself.

But that’s not possible?

[Reason to cut: chapter wasn't working out for me. Characters not reacting in character. Reaper not supposed to show up just yet, and what it says kinda repeats previous encounters.]

[Context: chapter 13, instantly after Rudy and Gaz confront Ghost on his relationship with Soap.]

What, do they think he and Soap are sleeping side by side every night, comfortably tangled under the thin sheets? That he warms himself on his Sergeant’s eternal flame, that Johnny brushes his charred, calloused fingers over his arms, his shoulders, his neck, chasing away the cold, inky grasp Limbo always has on him? That Ghost reciprocates, that he holds Johnny’s face softly, bringing them closer and closer until-

[Reason to cut: out of character. Ghost doesn't think about affectionate actions, he jsut does them. Too early in the story for him to express such wants.]

[Context: I don't remember honestly. Entire scene was cut. Might be later in chapter 13, before Graves threatens Ghost.]

He catches Alejandro pacing around the base one day, frowning and arguing with Rudy in Spanish. From what Ghost can pick up, it’s something about an American. He’s pretty damn certain which one.

“Vargas, any issues?” he stops him before the man pops a blood vessel.

Alejandro glances at him, scanning their surroundings for eavesdropping ears. “Come with me.”

The three enter the Vaquero Commander’s office, Rudy locking it behind them, “it’s about Graves.” Alejandro starts pacing again, “fucking gringo is ordering his shadows to collect intel on us.”

“What?” that’s a huge fucking development.

Rudy is quick to correct him, “we can’t prove anything. But yes… Graves knows more than he should.”

“He knows about secret tunnels we have under the base, and weapon stashes that not even Price knows about. We got fucking Shepherd trying to get us to use locations for the mission he shouldn’t even know exist.”

Ghost feels the tension climb up his spine, “what the fuck do you think he’s playing at?”

Alejandro exhales loudly, “whatever it is, [I didn't finish the sentence]

[Reason to cut: Decided that Vaqueros wounldn't suspect Graves, and he wouldn't risk his powers found by using Shadows to spy on them. Didn't like where the scene was directing the story.]

[Context: chapter 19, when Ghost asks Gaz for help with showing emotions with Soap. Gaz asks why can't he now.]

Garrick nods thoughtfully, “and what is it that stops you? Fear?”

Ghost clenches his teeth, this conversation feels like pulling them out one by one, “I’m not afraid of him.”

“Wasn’t saying that sir”, Gaz thrums on his boot, “could be rejection, or… shit. Of course.” he stares at Ghost, eyes soft.

“The fuck’s it?” he glares back.

Gaz releases his powers, standing up in front of him, “you need to get over your fear of feeling.”

[Reason to cut: out of character. Wouldn't confront emotions head on. Unnatural for Gaz to just state that, rather have it implied. Not where I wanted Ghost's mentality to go.]

[Context: no idea. Probably after Ghost sent Soap to Limbo, and he gained an immunity to it.]

“We don’t have to be afraid, Simon. You can’t hurt me anymore.” Johnny whispers

[Reason to cut: don't remember.]

Tumblr is starting to lag, which means this post is huge lmao. Again, thank you to each and every one of you! The response to the fic was amazing, I never expected my little revenant AU to turn into something this big!

I loved the experience of writing Not Alive, Nor Dead. You can certainly expect more from me in the future!

For now, I have to focus on uni, and after that I have a few ideas for comics I wanna do. Might make a few oneshots in between, but no big projects like this one just yet!

#revenant au #not tagging everything bc I dont wanna flood them with a post on an au lmao #if youre from ao3 hi!#if youre not... also hi!!!

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King of My Heart Chapter 20 - The Sauna Test

Author: @stiles-o-dylan24 Pairing: Steve x Summer Byers (eventually) Word Count: 5.3k Warnings: canon violence and themes, language, mentions of fights, use of a pocket knife, mentions of claustrophobia– not in detail just literally the word SERIES SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

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We’re currently sitting in the back room– Steve and Robin sitting at the table we use for breaks while I sit on the back counter, with the window open so I can check when people walk into the ice cream parlor.

Steve twirls his white ahoy hat on his hand while we all listen to Dustin explain to us what he saw this morning at the loading dock. He watched deliveries for about an hour and tried to see what he could in regards to that locked room we saw last night and how it factors into the deliveries.

Dustin paces between where I’m sitting at the window and the table where they’re sitting while he explains further “That keycard opens the door, but unfortunately, the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun. Whatever's in this room, whatever's in those boxes, they really don't want anybody finding it.”

“But there's gotta be a way in” I say, resting my arms on my knees and clasping my hands together in front of me.

“Well,” Steve blows some air into his hat to give it back its dome shape and he drops it onto the table “You know…” he pauses and leans forward, crossing his arms on the table as he looks between us “I could just take him out” Steve offers seriously and I raise my brows towards him as I repeat “Take who out?”

“The Russian guard” he states simply when he looks over at me and I make a contemplative face, slowly nodding my head at him and he jerks his head back with my reaction. He leans back in his chair with his foot up and he rests his elbow on his knee, bringing his hand up to the side of his head “What? I sneak up behind him, I knock him out, and I take his keycard– it's easy.”

Robin looks at him like he’s crazy and Dustin crosses his arms over his chest, leaning slightly from side to side as he emphasizes “Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?”

Steve drops his forearm over his knee as he looks over at him and repeats “Yes, Dustin, I did– and that's why I would be sneaking.”

“Ah” Dustin says softly like he gets it now, sharing a look with me over his shoulder before he turns back around to face Steve “Well, please, tell me this, and be honest, have you ever actually…” he shrugs, walking a step closer towards him “Won a fight?”

Steve’s face falls and he lifts up his hand to argue “Okay, that was one time…”

“Twice–” Dustin interjects, elaborating “Jonathan– year prior?”

Steve looks over at me, shaking his head as he brushes that off “Listen, that doesn't count”

Furrowing my brows I sit up a little more, slowly asking “How do you figure that, Harrington?” he looks over towards me and I shrug “As someone who was present for both–”

“Okay, Byers–” Steve lifts his hand up to stop me and Dustin points back at me like I have a point “Exactly, why wouldn’t it count? Because it looks like he beat the shit out of you.”

“Yeah, it was a magnitude of things that all added up–” Steve tries, however Dustin is quick to list off his injuries he received at the hands of my brother “You got a fat lip, crooked nose, swollen eye, a lot of blood…”

Robin grimaces and laughs silently, looking over at me as she shares a humor filled look with me. I shake my head at the pair in front of us and look up, my eyes landing on the vent at the top of the room. My face clears from the previous humor and I sit up a little more, Robin furrowing her brows before she looks over at what has caught my attention as well.

"Do you think...?" I trail off and she quickly turns in her seat to look at me again, smiling in our shared thought process as she nods and says, “That just might work.”

I nod in my agreement and she immediately stands up, rushing out of the back room while I spin on the counter and hop out through the window to land back behind the front counter.

“Summer” Steve runs over to say through the window at the same time Robin is reaching into the tip jar, looking over her shoulder at me and asking “Library or–”

“County Recorder’s office?” I suggest and she nods, smiling "Good idea, super genius" before she starts to quickly run out from around the counter. Steve notices her leaving with our tip money and he makes a noise, hitting his hand on the counter “Hey, Robin!”

He leaves the window and the next thing we see is him pushing through the door from the back, with Dustin following behind him, just as Robin begins to walk past the tables and he calls out once more “Hey, what... what are you doing?”

“I need cash” Robin informs him, walking backwards and he throws his arm out towards her retreating steps “Well, some of that's mine– seriously, where're you going?”

“To find a way into that room, a safe way–” she calls back and Steve looks over at me while she continues “And, in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don't get beat up," she lifts her arm up to salute in her goodbye "I'll be back in a jiff.”

Steve scoffs and looks over at me, asking “Where exactly is she going–” however he trails off when he notices that Dustin has taken one of the scoopers and got a bit of ice cream on it to eat and Steve frowns “Oh, dude–” he grabs the scooper from him, spinning it around his finger before he shoves the handle into his apron pocket “Come on, man, not my scooper.”

After we deal with the lunch rush Steve crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the back counter with me. He smiles when I look over at him, which I return and watch as he looks like he's going to say something– however, he's stopped when Robin runs back into the store, smiling triumphantly and directing us into the back room.

The three of us quickly follow her through the side door and she grabs some folded up papers out of her backpack “It is fascinating what twenty bucks will get you at the County Recorder's Office” she unfolds and lays the papers out on the back table, sliding her hands across them to smooth the creases out while she announces “Starcourt Mall– the complete blueprints.”

“Not bad” Dustin looks up at her and smiles. She looks between us and she points to an area on the blueprints “So, this is us, Scoops,” she moves her hand and points at another area while she continues “And this is where we want to get.”

“I mean, I don't really see a way in,” Steve shakes his head as he quickly moves his eyes over the blueprints and I shrug, offering my earlier thought process “There's not, if you're talking exclusively about doors”

Robin smirks and quickly pulls off the top blueprint paper and reveals another one. Dustin laughs once and looks up, smiling at me when he also catches on “Air ducts”

I return his smile and nod “Exactly” before I push off from my lean on the table and move over to grab one of the white board markers while Robin explains to them “Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room.”

I hand the marker over to her and she uncaps it, drawing along the pathway of the air ducts “And these air ducts lead all the way… here” she finishes with a big circle around the delivery room, recapping the marker as she looks up at the air vent I noticed earlier. The three of us follow her line of sight and Steve tilts his head to the side as he thinks it over.

“That looks pretty small” Steve warns thoughtfully and Robin shrugs, pointing over towards me “Summer is small– look at her shoulders.”

I snort and cross my arms over my chest when the three of them look at me, shaking my head as I quickly argue “No– there’s no way I’d fit in there, it's entirely too small for me.”

Dustin looks like he believes me and looks back at the vent, however, Steve continues to slowly look me over and I glare at him, advising “Stop looking at and analyzing the size of my body–” Steve jerks back like I slapped him and he clears his throat, lifting his arm up to point at the vent "The air duct could be bigger than you're thinking."

I just throw him a look like he's got to be kidding while I counter “Even if I magically could fit, my shoulders in that small of a space would activate my claustrophobia”

Dustin laughs when he looks over at Steve, getting a glare from Steve, at the same time Dustin shrugs and says “I’d probably fit.”

"Worth a shot" I say, taking in his lack of collarbones and we search the stock room for the items we're going to need. Steve grabs the ladder and puts it up against the wall underneath the vent. I hand him a screwdriver and he starts climbing up the rungs, stopping when he's far enough up so he can take the screen off the opening of the air duct.

Once Steve unscrews the vent screen he hands it to me and mumbles around the screwdriver that he put in his mouth “Flashlight.” I set the vent screen down on the ground against the wall and hand the flashlight up to him.

“Thank you” he says, grabbing the flashlight from me and handing the screwdriver to me with his other hand. I grimace as I take it from him and he rolls his eyes dramatically “Jesus Byers, I didn’t drool all over it”

“Sure you didn’t, Harrington” I say and grab the part of the screwdriver that wasn’t in his mouth.

He laughs quietly and shakes his head, turning on the flashlight and looking into the air duct. He moves the light around for a few seconds before he informs us “Yeah, I don't know, man. It's even smaller than we thought– I don't know if you can fit in here. It's, like, uh… super tight.”

“I'll fit,” Dustin states without hesitation, looking over at Robin and I while Steve climbs down from the ladder “Trust me” he grabs the flashlight from Steve and reminds “No collar bones, remember?”

“Uh, excuse me?” Robin jerks her head back in her confusion and Steve hops down the last few steps of the ladder, elaborating for her “Oh, he's, uh… yeah, he's got some disease,” he looks at Dustin’s back while he climbs up the ladder, trying to remember the word “Chry, uh... It's chrydo, um… something–”

“Well it’s definitely called cleidocranial dysplasia” I state and Steve snaps his fingers, pointing at me while he continues “Yeah, that’s it and it means he's missing bones and stuff,” he moves his hands around with his words “He can bend like Gumbo.”

“You mean Gumby” Robin snorts and Steve just throws her a look as he insists “I'm pretty sure it's Gumbo”

“Steve, just shut up and push me!” Dustin yells, his voice echoing inside the air duct and Steve widens his eyes, pointing up towards him like he’s unfortunately gotta stop this enlightening conversation with us so he can go and help Dustin now “Okay– I'll push ya.”

Robin shares a look with me, silently asking me if I can believe him and I scrunch my mouth to the side, trying not to laugh. Steve steps onto the bottom rung of the ladder and reaches up to grab Dustin’s feet, pushing against them– which Dustin doesn’t waste a second to yell back “Not my feet, dumbass. Push my ass.”

“What?” Steve questions incredulously and Dustin immediately shouts “Touch my butt! I don't care!”

Steve huffs and climbs up another rung of the ladder, barely pushing against Dustin’s butt and I have to cover my mouth to not laugh out loud when Dustin once again yells at him “Come on! Harder!”

“I'm pushing!” Steve insists and Dustin’s voice cracks as he orders through another echo “Push harder!”

“You're playing with my legs” Dustin remarks as Steve sets Dustin's legs over his shoulder and climbs up another rung on the ladder, arguing “I'm not playing, I have terrible footing–”

“Come on!” Dustin shrieks and Robin scrunches her face up in a grimace while I continue to try not to laugh, making a noise behind my hand which she snorts at and covers her face as well “Oh my god, what is happening?”

I shake my head, laughing once “We're experiencing a real life I Love Lucy episode.”

Steve has Dustin’s legs over the top of his shoulders and he’s holding onto Dustin's feet with his hand, setting his shoulder just under his butt as he announces “I'm gonna just shove you, ready?”

“Just shove me?” Dustin repeats and Steve counts down “One, two…” before he tries shoving into him and Dustin just says “Shit.” Nothing really happens so Steve asks “That work?”

Dustin responds with “One more time” at the same time the front counter bell dings over and over and Erica’s bright smiling face greets us when Robin and I turn around to look through the window “Ahoy, sailors! All hands on deck! Ahoy!”

Robin slowly looks over her shoulder at me and I throw her a curious look while she looks back at Erica who continues “Come on. Get over here and serve me some samples.”

“She’s smaller than Dustin” Robin says and I nod in my agreement, "She definitely is." Robin raises his brows once towards me, smirking before she walks out through the door to go and talk to Erica while I walk over to the side of the ladder and stop the dynamic duo "Okay, stop– we might have another option."

Steve huffs and looks down at me, asking "Who?" and while I explain Erica, Steve helps Dustin to climb out of the little ways he had made it into the air duct.

Erica walks into the back room with us and she crosses her arms over her chest, raising her brows expectantly at Dustin who explains what we need her to look at. We explain to her where the air duct leads and why we need to get into that room, finally finishing with how we need her help as she seems like she's small enough. Erica just listens, making mmhmm noises before she holds her hand out for a flashlight "Let me check if I think I can fit, nerds."

Dustin hands her the flashlight and indicates towards the ladder for her to climb up. I lean back against the back window counter with Steve and Robin leaning back against it as well on either side of me. Steve crosses his arms over his chest and raises his brows once towards me, silently saying here we go and I chuckle softly before looking back at Erica.

Dustin walks over to stand on the other side of Steve while Erica climbs up the ladder and clicks on the flashlight so she can look inside the air duct. We hear her make a contemplative “Hmm…” noise before she steps down the rungs of the ladder and hops off onto the floor. She clicks off the flashlight and the same time she's turning back towards us and stating “Yeah, I don't know.”

“You don't know if you can fit?” Dustin asks her and she makes a face, disagreeing instantly “Oh, I can fit. I just don't know if I want to.”

Steve rolls his eyes as he looks at me and I make a noise to gain her attention, asking her genuinely “Are you claustrophobic?”

Erica shakes her head towards me, informing us like it’s absurd I would have asked in the first place “I don't have phobias.”

Steve sighs, lifting his fingers off of his arm a little while he asks “Okay, well, what’s the problem?”

“The problem is, I still haven't heard what's in this” she moves her hand to tap the table with her final words “For Erica.”

Steve drags his bottom lip over his teeth, making a little noise of frustration as he does and looks at me.

I make a hmm noise, adjusting my feet and looking up at Steve before I ask her “Well what exactly are you wanting to be in this for Erica?”

She just smiles brightly and says “I think it's pretty obvious sailor lady."

Over the next ten minutes Steve, Robin and I continue to bring a mixture of single and double scoop cones, bowls with every topping she requests and an ice cream float. We sit down with her in a booth while Steve works on the last order of her choosing– which happens to be a banana boat split. He walks over and slides it across the table towards her at the same time he sits down beside me.

Erica stops him, however, and moves the boat back towards him, saying “More fudge, please” and when he just looks at her she raises her arm up to wave her hand at him “Go on.”

Steve sighs, trying to keep his face even and not react as he grabs the boat and stands up to go and get her more fudge.

“All right,” Robin says and grabs the blueprint layout, that she folded up to be more manageable to show the route of the air ducts, pointing up at it “You see this? This is the route you're gonna take,” she flips it over and shows the other side which leads to the delivery room, though Erica stops looking and goes to take a bite of one of her many ice creams while Robin continues “Then we just wait till the last delivery goes out tonight. Then you knock out the grate, jump down inside and open the door for us.”

“Then you find out what's in those boxes?” Erica asks like she couldn’t care less and I smile at her “Exactly.”

Erica makes a mmhmm noise and looks between us “And you say this guard is armed–”

“Yes but he won’t be there” Dustin shakes his head, trying to reassure her and Erica continues “And booby traps?”

“Booby traps?” I repeat and she nods, linking her hands together on top of the table in front of her while she lists off the potential hazards “Lasers, spikes in the wall?”

Robin laughs and looks between us “What?”

“You know what this half-baked plan of yours sounds like to me?” she raises her brows, saying slowly “Child endangerment.”

“Erica, look” I start and when she looks at me I smile “Hey, we will be in radio contact with you the whole time–” she lifts her hand up to stop me, continuing to argue her repeating statement “Ah, ah, ah! Child endangerment.”

“Erica?” Dustin says and she looks over at him “Hi. Uh… we think these Russians want to do harm to our country. Great harm. Don't you love your country?”

“You can't spell ‘America’ without ‘Erica’,” she remarks sarcastically, grabbing her ice cream float drink cup and taking a sip of it. She starts to slurp loudly while Dustin jerks his head back, sharing a look with me that I return because she does have a point and he shakes his head once while he concedes “Uh, yeah, yeah. Oddly, that's, uh, totally true,” he raises his brows and tries again “So, so, don't do this for us. Do it for your country. Do it for your fellow man. Do this for America... Erica.”

She stops slurping her drink and moves her shoulders a little, saying “Ooh!” and setting her drink down as she smiles at Dustin “I just got the chills,” she stops, when she sees Dustin smile and she elaborates “Oh, yeah, from this float, not your speech.”

Dustin raises his brows with her sass and she leans her arms on the table “Know what I love most about this country? Capitalism. Do you know what capitalism is?”

“Yeah” Dustin says followed by me nodding with a “Yup” and Robin sighing out a “Yeah.”

Erica nods and continues like we all answered no to her question “It means this is a free market system. Which means people get paid for their services, depending on how valuable their contributions are. And it seems to me, my ability to fit into that little vent is very, very valuable to you all. So, you want my help? This USS Butterscotch better be the first of many– and I'm talking free ice cream for life.”

Erica enjoys her ice cream while Robin brings us her bike helmet and her elbow and knee guards. We take her bike helmet and duct tape two flashlights onto either side of the helmet for Erica to wear. Next we get Dustin’s headset connected to one of the radios he has so she can use the radio hands free while she’s crawling through the air duct.

Once the mall is closed and we’ve locked the front gate of the store, we leave Erica in the back room of Scoops while Robin, Steve, Dustin and I head through the service hallway on the same path as last night that takes us up onto the roof that overlooks the delivery dock.

Once the coast is clear from the guards and the last delivery truck has left we radio over to her “Erica, do you copy?”

“Mm-hmm. I copy– you nerds in position or what?” she says back over the radio. Steve rolls his eyes while he looks down at me and I snort through a quiet chuckle, leaning my elbows onto the ledge of the roof as I answer her “Yeah, we are in position. It's all quiet here, so you've got the green light.”

“Green light, roger that– commence Operation Child Endangerment” Erica says and I share a look with Steve as I click the button on the radio to say “Can we maybe not call it that?”

“See you on the other side– nerds” she says and Steve looks over at me nervously while we wait, his shoulder bumping into mine while he adjusts how he's leaning against the ledge with me.

Steve looks down at his watch, anxiously shaking his head "She should have been there already." I move my eyes from the door we're watching and look up at him, taking my free hand not holding the radio and reaching over to set my hand on his arm "Just breathe, she'd also tell us if she was in trouble."

Steve licks his lips quickly, sighing out a calming breath as he sets his hand on mine "Yeah– yeah, okay."

“All right, nerds– I’m there” her voice finally crackles over the radio and I softly smile at Steve like I told you so and lift up the radio to click on the button, asking “Do you– do you see anything?”

“Yeah, I see those boring boxes you’re so excited about” she confirms and I smile more, keeping the questions going “Any guards?”

“Negative” she answers and I ask one more jokingly “Booby traps?”

“If I could see them, they'd be pretty shit traps, wouldn't they?” she remarks with so much sass that I jerk my head back and deadpan “Thank you for that, sparky– just like to remind you that you were the one that brought up booby traps in the first place.”

“Yeah, whatever–”comes her snarky reply before she says “I’m in.”

“Oh god” Steve breathes out nervously, resting his elbows on the ledge in front of us so he can slide his hands into his hair.

We hear a loud beeping buzzer noise before the silver doors of the delivery room open up and Erica waltzes herself outside, hand on her hip while she lifts the other one up to accentuate her words “Free ice cream for life.”

The four of us share a can’t believe this actually worked laugh and we get up to quickly head back downstairs so we can meet her in the room.

We walk into the room with all of the Imperial Panda and Kaufman Shoes boxes and we quickly close the doors behind us. I notice there’s a small rectangular table in the middle of the room with three boxes sitting on top of it in a row as well as shelves lining the other three walls of the room with boxes everywhere.

The five of us stand around the table in the middle, Steve getting one of the boxes that has a sturdy top for Erica to stand on so we all can see what’s inside one of these boxes.

Steve digs in his pocket for his pocket knife and opens it up, cutting open the top of one of the Imperial Panda boxes on the table.

I help Steve keep open two of the flaps while he holds down the other two, both of us slowing our movements when we see a silver metal boxed container sitting inside.

Steve slowly looks up at me, nodding his head to the side before he reaches inside. He grabs the handle on top of the container and takes a second to look up at us, silently asking us if we're ready, before he twists the handle to the side.

Immediately we hear an air hissing like noise before he’s able to completely lift the lid off of the container. More hissing air is heard at the same time we see a sort of fog lifting out of the container like it's some kind of a freezer.

Through the fog inside of the container we see four more circles with metal handles on top and Steve states the obvious “Well that's definitely not Chinese food.”

I smile into the box while Steve sets the metal lid down on top of the box beside this one. He goes to reach for one of the handles again, however, he stops a second later and suggests “Uh, maybe you guys should, you know, stand back.”

Robin and Erica do as instructed, however, I stay put and Dustin says “No” causing Steve to look over at him “Just–” he sets his hand on Dustin’s chest and continues “Just step back, okay?”

“No” Dustin again answers and Steve throws him a look, urging “Step back– seriously, dude.”

“No, no!” Dustin yells and looks right at Steve as he states “If you die, I die.”

Steve just looks at him, silently for a few seconds, before ultimately he lifts his hand up slightly off the box and accepts Dustin’s insistence “Okay.”

Steve then reaches into the box again and grabs one of the four handles, twisting to the side and after another hiss of air being released he lifts up this clear canister with a bright almost glowing green liquid that’s slowly moving around. Steve lifts it up a little more and questions quietly “What the hell?"

I stand up straight from my previous lean forward against the box, muttering a little louder “Wha– what is that?”

Steve moves his eyes off of the green glowing liquid and looks over at me, about to say something when the entire room shakes and we hear a metal rumble echo around us.

We all look up at where that noise could have come from, Dustin voicing my thoughts “Was that just me, or did the room move?”

“Booby traps” Erica whispers behind me and I look over at her and notice her wide, worried eyes as she looks around the room.

There’s another shake of the room and a mechanical whirring noise starting to sound around us and I make a noise “Yup, okay, you know what–” I reach over and gently grab the cylinder from Steve, continuing “Let’s just grab this and get the hell out of here” I turn around and hand the cylinder off to Robin and she nods in her agreement. She takes the cylinder from me and walks behind Erica to put it in her backpack she brought.

I turn back around and face Steve, sharing a worried look with him while he puts the lid back onto the metal container. There’s another hiss of air while the lid reattaches and Dustin walks over to the control panel on the wall, the sound of him clicking the buttons being heard next.

When nothing happens he asks “Which one do I press, Erica?”

“Just press the damn button, nerd” Erica instructs and Dustin continues to press the buttons on the wall, “Which one?” he looks over at her stressing “I'm pressing the button, okay?”

“Press ‘open door’,” she yells back at him and he fires back “I'm pressing ‘open door’.”

The noises of the room and the lack of the door opening has me starting to panic and I swallow nervously. Steve sighs loudly with their bickering and steps over, lifting his arm out towards the panel as he also stresses “Just open the... press the other button–”

Dustin and Steve continue to mash the buttons on the wall, none of which are opening the door, and I look over at Erica and Robin, who tries “Just get out of the way so she can push the button…”

“Would you stop” Steve starts talking over Dustin at the same time he’s talking over Steve “I’m trying” and then they’re just arguing over each other “Would you let me just do it? Would you just stop?”

I huff and start to move over towards them, offering “Guys, just both of you stop mashing buttons, that’s not going to do anything–”

“Just open the door!” Robin yells over all of us at the same time an even louder metal clang rings out and I quickly step back as a red door slides closed right in front of the two doors we previously walked in through.

Steve stands up straight and reaches over to grab my forearm, pulling me back a step away from the just closed red door. We’re all silent while we wait for something else to happen– which that something does a half a second later when the floor feels like it’s falling out from under us and we all let out startled yelps and screams.

There’s a terrifying loud clang followed by the entire room shaking violently with more mechanical whirring noises as it feels like we’re suddenly plummeting. Robin and Erica start screaming and I soon join them, letting out a shriek of my own as I reach out and set my hand on the table beside me. With my other hand I reach over and push against Dustin’s upper back, stabilizing him while he holds onto the wall beside him and yells.

Steve holds onto the wall with one hand and reaches over to wrap his other arm around my lower back, looking up at the area above the wall of shelves holding more boxes to our right. I follow his line of sight and look over as well, noticing the gap above the shelves and how there are lights flying by that gap in this apparent elevator tunnel we’re now descending in.

Steve increases his hold on me when he notices the same thing I do and he mutters a worried “Oh, shit.”

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The Guide on Starting a Royal Story

I’m often asked about tips on starting a royal story and I see more and more popping up which is great! So, I thought I’d compile all my tips into another tutorial! More tutorials here.

Storytelling Starters

So, I’d figure I’d start with just starting a story and then dive more deep into the royal parts of it because at the end of the day, your royal story is simply a story. I’m no expert on storytelling but I’ll tell you what’s helped me tell my story for the last two years along with tips I’ve picked up from some great storytellers here on simblr!

Let’s break it up into the 2 major things your story needs - plot and characters.

Plot

Plot is the story in which you want to tell. The thing I love about storytellign on simblr is how your plot can evolve in many different ways. Many of us have no plans to stop telling our stories, so the storylines grow and change with our characters.

To get started with creating a plot, I have an outline that I create for each chapter of my story. I use Google docs and simply write out the scenes and color code them based on if I’ve taken screenshots, drafted posts, or published a post. You don’t have to do it that way but that is what works for me. Others use tools like Milanote, some do their outlines in a notebook. Find what works best to help you work out your plots.

If you need inspiration, there are so many amazing stories here on Simblr. You can find the Royal Directory here. But, you can really get inspired anywhere - tv shows, movies, even from real life. That’s the beauty of inspiration, it can come from anywhere.

Characters

It’s hard to say whether to start with the plot or the characters because they are both so essential to the story. The best thing you can do for your story is to understand your characters. From their personality, likes and dislikes, what makes them tick, what their background is. Stuff that makes a person who they are.

Those attributes that you give your character will work together with your plot. How your character reacts to certain situations based on who they are can even drive your plot. Which is why establishing them both is really important.

Again, inspiration can come from anywhere, simblr, media, or real-life. You can also Google character building questions to help you.

Now, let’s get Royal storytelling specifically! Since this is getting long and will only get longer. I put the rest under the cut!

Royal Storytelling Starters

Okay, let’s get into the Royal stuff, shall we? There’s quite a few things you want to establish in your story if you’re focusing on a Royal family. Please note that you can always change things as you go and make things up as you go along, but I will say that establishing some things earlier on will help you in the future.

Your Country

The thing about royal families is they govern a whole country of people, usually a country that is completely made up. So, if we’re making up countries, we’ve gotta establish the things that make that country, that country. Here’s some places to start:

1. Names - What is the name of this new land? Does it have other countries, states, cities, capitals? Those also need names. It’s common for a lot of things to have names such as palaces, historical buildings, objects like tiaras. If you struggle with naming things, you can always try a name generator!

2. Geography - What kind of land is this? How big is the land? What about the climate? What kind of seasons does it have? Are there any natural landmarks like mountains, rivers, etc.? I’m terrible at this kind of stuff and made a lot up as I went. And that’s okay! There are even map generators that can help you!

3. Society - What are the people like who live here? Is there anything that bonds them together on a national level? Think state colors, flags, holidays, etc. What’s the population? Are they educated? What kind of work do they do? The best part about this is you can go as in-depth or not as you like!

4. Economy - What kind of system do they use? Capatalism, socialism, etc. Do they import and export goods? What’s the average income? What kind of money do they use? Dollars, pounds, simoleons, etc? Is the economy doing well or poor?

5. History - Your country had to start somewhere. Maybe your story starts at the beginning or hundreds of years later. How was the land founded? How did it go from what it was to what it is today? How old is the country? Are there places where people can learn about the history? Museums, monuments, tv shows, movies, etc.

Now, don’t let these things scare or overwhelm you! Trust me, sometimes these things develop with time and you don’t need to figure it all out before you start. Get a comfortable head start and worldbuild as you go!

Your Government

Alright, let’s move onto government which I felt had to be it’s own section because there are Royal sims after all. Your country’s government system is important because it will impact your family. So, here’s a few things to consider:

Your Government System - Your probably doing a monarchy system, but there are even different types of monarchies. So it would be a good idea to do a bit of research on which one yours falls under. Keep in mind, that you can even make up your own kind of system. You don’t have to follow what’s already established.

Political Affiliation - Many countries have some sort of party system (ex. Americans have democrat and republicans and a few smaller parties). I know that most people don’t want to get political, but in some instances you may find it neccessary. But, still keep in mind that you can totally make this up.

Laws and Such - Who establishes the laws? Who enforces them? These are some things you need to think of. Is it your royal family or monarch? Do you have some sort of parliament system. This kind of falls within the government system part, but mainly you want to establish the role of your monarchy and those they work with to govern your country.

Your Royal Family

Alright, let’s get to the fun parts - Your Royal Family! This is why you’re here. You want to slap some tiaras on a sim and send them to the next gala! But, hold on a second. Let’s establish a few things in our families first:

Titles - When it comes to royals, titles are very important. Some titles are given based on land ownership, family heritage, birth, etc. You want to give your royals titles and establish how they are styled (ex. Her Majesty or Her Imperial Majesy). You also want to create a system for titles such as if someone dies, who gets their title?

Dress code - You’re going to soon find out that dress plays a huge role in royal sims. Many have strict dress codes. Your dress code can look however you want it to look. You may also want to keep in mind traditional or national type outfits based on your country.

Roles - What exactly does your royal family do for your country? Support causes through engagements, engage in political lawmaking, host foreign diplomats? It’s really up to you. You can create some interested storylines based on duty, as well!

Religion - I added this to Royals because I realize that a lot of Royals base their pretty much entire existence on religion. So, I think it’s important to note. Of course, like politics, it’s a touchy subject so you don’t have to do it. Want to make something up? Go for it! I’ve been using the Jacoban religion from the Sims Medieval which has been much easier! You can find my guide on that here.

Royal Sims Community

There is an awesome growing community of Royal Simmers! All of which help us tell our stories, collaborate, and overall have fun. So, here’s a few things of note!

Royal CC and Poses

Tiaras, clothes, jewelry, etc. - @melonsloth, @batsfromwesteros, @glitterberrysims, @normalsiim, @thesimpireblr, @royaltysimblr, @threethousandplumbobs, @rustys-cc, @sifix, @ice-creamforbreakfast,

Build/Buy - @thejim07, @felixandresims, @anachrosims, @themarblemortal, @strangestorytellersims

Poses/Deco Sims - @samssims, @royalhouseofcarrington, @novapark, @whitmoreroyals, @reigningsims, @clanmacarthur

Tips on Collaborating

Royal Simblr Event/Collab Etiquette

Guide to Interacting

How to Send Sims

How to Host an Event

Collabing with Others

Royal Sims Discord Server

If you’d like to join the royal sims discord server, send a message to myself, @thealbionroyals, @whitmoreroyals, @trentonsimblr, @thebaillieroyals, or @royalhouseofcarrington. There are 5000 more tips and tricks in there plus it’s where we all hang out to talk about royals, get feedback, and collab!

In Conclusion

This post is so long, but I thought I’d give some parting advice as you start your journey into the crazy world of Royal Sims!

1. Get a Process Going that Works for You

When it comes to storytelling, it’s probably a fun hobby for you that you want to dedicate time to. My biggest tip is to find a storytelling process that what works for you. I recommend something that allows you to be focused without stifling your creativity. And it’s okay if it changes or if you do things differently from time to time.

2. Take the Pressure Off

It’s easy to put a ton of unneeded pressure on yourself. But, it’s always been important to me to have fun and use this as a creative outlet. Creativity is very fluid. There is no right or wrong way to be creative. Perfection does not equal creativity. It’s also really hard to be creative when you’re miserable.

3. Interact and Find Your People

For me, this one is the hardest one to do and took some time but I’ve made a lot of great friends here! It started with me following their stories and engaging with them, then I started my story and we’d engage with each other, then I headed over to discord for more interaction. And through that process I’ve found a lot of cool people who motivate me and inspire me daily! Don’t be discouraged by people having their own friend groups or feeling like an outsider. All friendships take time to form but if you put the effort in and connect with people genuinely, it’s really awesome and makes storytelling even more fun!

4. Have fun!

I can’t stress this enough! Actually have fun with what you’re doing. Don’t make this creative outlet a job or set ridiculous expectations for yourself. Don’t think your blog needs to be like anyone else’s to fit in. I think most people here can agree that they very much don’t fit in which is why they’ve turned to a space like this. You will go longer and be less bored when you have fun and not pressure yourself.

#tutorial #bridgeportbritt #community stuff #hopefully this helps someone #royal simblr #royal sims #Let me know if there are any other guides you'd like!#jacoban guide coming next!

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