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comphy-and-cozy · 4 months

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oh I have a marty thot for sure! I’ve been thinking about riding his thigh while he sits back and just watches, kinda unimpressed at the show and telling you “you can do better than that, can’t you?”

Earn It

Pairing: Matt Martin x sugar baby!reader (f)

Universe: sugar daddy Marty

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Sugar daddy/baby dynamic, lap dance, semi-public/risque sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, choking, mild degradation, creampie, a little bit of cum play (lmao jfc).

Fridays are supposed to be celebratory; the end of the week, welcoming in a few days off to relax and reset. What they’re not supposed to be are stressful, non-stop, chaotic.

Yet here you are, already thinking about the large glass of wine you’re going to pour yourself when you get home; the only decision you’re planning to make for the rest of the night is red or white.

Setting your keys into the bowl on the table beside the door, you eye the pristine leather sneakers next to your shoe rack, but make no move to greet the person you already know is waiting on the couch. You knew you’d regret having the extra key made for him, that he’d show up unannounced like a poorly-timed pimple, but it’s not like you really could say no—not when you consider that he all but pays your rent.

When you round the corner, bag left on the quartz countertop (an upgrade he insisted on when you were signing your new lease), you finally offer him your attention.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he muses, glancing up from where he’s scrolling on his phone. You do your best to mask the shiver that runs down your spine when his eyes lock with yours. Based on the smirk that quirks up on his face, you’d wager a guess that you did a poor job of it.

“Hi, Matty,” you say. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You need a new dress for the charity gala,” he drawls.

“I do, do I?”

He ignores your attitude, standing up to walk over to the island and setting the invitation in front of you. You glance it over, admiring the thick, black cardstock and gold foil detailing the casino-themed event taking place at UBS Arena next month.

“Black tie attire,” you hum. “I don’t have anything that’s black-tie appropriate.”

“That’s why you need a new dress.”

“And that’s why you’re here right now, sitting on my couch after a day from hell, full of back-to-back meetings, am I correct?”

Matt smiles again. “Already have a bubble bath going for you, my little brat. I’ll be here tomorrow at 9 to pick you up.”

You feel a little guilty for the sass, smiling bashfully at him as he plants a sweet kiss on your cheekbone on his way to the door. “Lock up behind me, darlin’.”

Goddamn him. Always knowing exactly how to charm you to get you to bend to his every will—but not without giving him the kind of attitude that makes his dick hard. A fair tradeoff, in your opinion.

That’s why you work, why your dynamic makes your relationship feel so smooth and seamless and… perfect. Except the part where he’s paying you to fuck him.

Either way, it’s how you find yourself walking along Fifth Avenue, following Matt as he leads you into stores with price tags that intimidate you so much, your cheeks get hot. He lets you browse on your own, warming you up a bit, picking out a few items for work along with a new Yves Saint Laurent purse.

Purchase after purchase. Item after item. The ease with which Matt whipped out his thick, black credit card—you know, the heavy ones that just feel luxurious—almost physically pains you as you try to do the mental math of what he’d spent today.

Finally, you follow him to the dresswear section of Bergdorf Goodman’s, admiring the ease with which he carries the multiple bags in his large hands. You feel well and truly spoiled, thinking to yourself that the dark green lace set he purchased at Fleur du Mal will come in handy later when it comes time to show your gratitude.

“This dress,” he murmurs against your temple, pressing an affectionate kiss to your skin as the fitting room attendant readies a room for you. “I want everyone there to imagine fucking you out of it.”

At this point, you’re used to his blunt and sometimes crude nature, but that doesn’t stop your skin from heating at his crass words. You can’t deny the warmth that radiates between your legs, though, at the thought of him showing you off, claiming you as his, publicly. And, well, how are you supposed to say no to him buying you a dress that’s worth more than your groceries for the month?

The selection is enormous, and you find yourself overwhelmed by the options—lace, chiffon, silk, crepe—all of it doesn’t mean much to you, so you rely on your stylist to select a few options that complement your body type. Matt sits quietly in the corner of the fitting room, watching you try on dress after dress, making barely any comment other than an occasional hum.

When the stylist leaves you to contemplate your options, you glance over your reflection, at the Alex Perry gown that stares back at you. It’s the first dress that feels right, and you can’t help the feeling of excited anticipation that fills your chest when you think about wearing it beside Matt at the gala. Maybe he’d wear that delicious gray suit that you like, the one you almost stained permanently humping his thigh like a fucking dog in heat.

“Is this the one you want?”

You do a final spin in the mirror, checking the various angles and standing on your toes to imitate your height in heels. It’ll need to be altered a bit, but you’re pleased with the way it fits your body and, more importantly, the way it makes you feel luxurious. With your nod, Matt leans forward and glances at the price tag hanging out of the back. His eyes flick to yours in the mirror, and you stew in discomfort for the few seconds before he’s sitting back, apparently approving of the price.

A wide smile forms on your face, feeling a bit like a child on Christmas morning at your excitement. You like Matt for far more than his wallet, but you can’t deny that it feels nice to be spoiled by him, to feel lavished by his gifts and special treatment.

“Think it’s time for you to say thank you, don’t you?”

Matt’s low purr snaps you out of your thoughts, eyes focusing back on the navy silk material that’s hugging your body. The corset bodice keeps you tucked in, accentuating the curve of your breasts, fabric draped across your middle and fastened in place with a large, glittering piece. But the real attention-grabber is the slit on the left side that goes up to your hip, revealing almost your entire leg.

You cast a glance at him in the mirror, a flutter in your chest when you see the way his eyes rake in your reflection. He hums, and though he told you it was your decision, you’re pleased that he likes what he sees.

“Thank you, Matty,” you say, batting your eyelashes at him. You lean forward and press a kiss against his lips, warm and soft—the kind you could fall into with ease. He smiles, crooked and patronizing as he tsks.

“Oh, sweetheart, you know that isn’t good enough. Look at all these bags—all for you. I think I deserve more gratitude than that, hm?”

The hidden meaning of his velvet words are enough to make you shiver, your heart chilling as you realize what he wants. His eyes glitter as he watches you, sees the recognition on your face and the hitch in your throat.

Your voice is hoarse as you whisper, “Here?”

Matt blinks, lazily, with a raised eyebrow, like he’s challenging to you to deny him. Of course you can’t, and he knows it. He leans back on the bench, his back resting against the wall and his legs spread comfortably. It’s a silent invitation, one you can’t refuse, and you find yourself moving to sit in his lap with a shaky gulp.

His hands weave their way to your hips, warm through the material of your jeans. “Good girl.”

With just the right amount of pressure, he encourages you to move your waist, swaying your hips as your ass brushes against his groin. He’s half hard, the bulge firm against you as you set a rhythm, listening for any other customers entering the dressing rooms nearby. The classy elevator music hums softly through the speakers while the silk covering your ass glides against his slacks in a filthy narrative.

A low hum of approval sounds from Matt’s chest, eyes glued to the way you work your hips. It isn’t long before you’re glancing behind you, meeting his eyes as he regards you with his easy, lazy gaze. Beneath the firm press of your ass, you can feel him hardening as the tick of your heartbeat increases in your throat. His signature smirk slides its way onto his face, smug, soaking in the fact that he’s got you wrapped around his finger, willing to do practically anything he asks you.

It isn’t long before he’s stiff, solid beneath you, and you feel an involuntary throb at the size of him. Every moment, you remain vigilant, ears perked for voices—or worse, the sound of someone’s gasp. It reflects in your movements, not lackluster but certainly not to your usual level of enthusiasm. There’s something about him when he’s like this—cocky confidence rolling off of him in waves, his gaze heating your skin—that drives you desperately, deliciously wild, a feral urge in you snatching control of your conscience.

But not right now. And he knows it.

He hums, displeased, and you have a split moment to register his disappointment before he’s purring, “Sweetheart, I think you can do better than that, can’t you?”

The velvet of his voice strokes the flame inside you, sending a wave of warmth between your thighs. Another throb against the stiffness under your ass. His hands remain at his sides, not offering any assistance. You can practically feel his lazy gaze on your ass, waiting patiently for you to react.

He senses your hesitation, knows the reason you’re timid—waiting for the fitting room attendant to come back at any minute and discover the lewd situation unfolding. So he changes his approach, voice honeyed and silky smooth. “Look at that gorgeous dress. Y’look fucking stunning in it, baby. But you gotta earn it, darlin’.”

You meet his gaze in the reflection of the mirror, see the glitter in them that tells you he’s serious, accepting the small nod he gives you. Bracing your hands on his meaty thighs, you resume your movements, pressing yourself into his groin with more force.

Matt’s words echo in your head as you work him—and yourself—into a frenzy. Earn it. He didn’t specify what his… end goal was, but from the glint in his eye you think it’s safe to assume it’s more than just a clothed lap dance in the middle of the dressing room.

How you ended up half-naked, thong tugged to the side, hands bracing yourself against the wall of the fitting room, you’re not sure; all you really know is the feeling of Matt’s weight behind you, so tall his face is almost out of your view in the mirror’s reflection. He’s not looking at you, instead focused on tapping the head of his erection against your ass.

You bite your lip to stifle a whine, staring at him in the hopes he’ll offer you just a glance so you can beg him silently to please, put it in. Eventually, he does, sees the desperation pooling in your eyes and chuckles smugly, pleased at the rash desire he finds in them.

“Arch it for me, sweet girl.”

Obeying, you press your ass out toward him, thinking you’d break your back right here, right now, if it meant he’d provide you with some relief. His warm palm presses against your spine, encouraging you to go further, and he hums in approval at the view you present him: expensive dress bunched over the swell of your hips, ass out, pussy dripping, eyes wanton and pleading with him in the mirror.

“You want it?” he asks, his voice so low you strain to hear it.

You’re almost embarrassed at how fast you nod, not wanting to waste any time. He smirks again, and you know he’s biting back the urge to tease you, instead just offering, in all its simplicity: “Slut.”

There’s a brief moment where he allows his words to sink in, a flood of arousal seeping out of your bare, uncovered core, threatening to drip onto the faded wood flooring of the dressing room. You’re grateful that he didn’t make you beg—he usually does—but then he’s pressing into you without warning and a loud cry leaves your lips.

Your hand slaps over your mouth to muffle the sound, but he’s already gotten what he wants out of you, a more than obvious admission of the debauchery occurring just inside the fitting room. Instead, he focuses on the warm wetness enveloping his dick, watching the way your cunt sucks him in, greedy.

Despite his reckless attitude, he’s aware of the slap of his hips against your ass, and instead of jackhammering into you the way he wants to, he’s opted for hard, deep, slow thrusts; hard enough to have a soft, involuntary sigh every time he sheaths himself to the hilt inside of you. It’s the opposite of a quickie (even though that’s exactly what this is); instead, he’s diligent, indulging himself in the feeling of your tight walls throbbing around his length.

All things considered, you’re pleased with the minimal amount of noises sounding from your stall; though your body shivers when you hear the low groan rumble in his chest. With a glance in the mirror, you can see the way he’s watching himself pull out of your cunt, biting his lip at the sight.

Matt offers a light slap of his tip against your lips before he’s jutting his hips forward, subtly, to rub his length against your clit. The sensation makes you shiver, the slickness of his shaft sliding against the tender button, and you feel the shockwaves coursing through you at the movement.

With his free hand, he gathers your hair in his fist and yanks backward, arching your back until your head is resting against his chest. The sharp pain melds into pleasure, loving the way he knows exactly how to take control over your body to have you dizzy with lust. Hot breath fans over your ear, soft and subtle pants puffing air down your neck. “Fuck yourself on it, baby.”

His warm fingers press into your hips, urging you to move; you do, seeking out that delicious tingle when the fat tip of his cock brushes against your clit, running between your folds. You hear the pleased hum in your ear, quiet, and then the chuckle that follows when he slips into you, a loud gasp leaving your lips.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he murmurs with a low groan. “So fucking wet for me, just the way I like it.”

Matt urges you to keep going, biting back another moan at the feeling of him being buried inside you. Your hips roll him in and out of you, and Matt’s hand trails over your ribcage, groping your breast on its way up to finally land at your throat, fingers curling around the base and squeezing. “Makin’ too much noise. Someone’s gonna hear you, and then I won’t get to flood this pretty little cunt with cum, will I?”

Swallowing the urge to whine with need, you shake your head, trying to tell him with your eyes how badly you want that. His lips press softly against the place where your shoulder meets your neck, keeping eye contact with you through the mirror while he angles his hips in search of the spot that’s going to have you dribbling down your legs. He knows he’s reached it by the way your mouth falls open, your brows scrunching in pleasure when the nudge of him against your g-spot has your eyes fluttering shut.

He hums again, and you know he’s pleased—both with himself for reading your body like his favorite book, and with you for being obediently quiet. The hand around your neck tightens while the forceful punch of Matt’s hips grows more intentional, aiming for precision rather than speed.

The smirk in the mirror, flashed in your direction is enough to make you shiver in his arms. “You think you can stay quiet while you come for me? Hmm?”

You’re trapped—can’t nod, can’t speak, barely hanging onto your last shred of control before you’re succumbing to the release that rips through you. Your legs shake, lungs scrambling for breath as the wave crashes over you, hands clutching the wall in search of purchase. Tears prick at the rims of your eyes, blurring your vision.

Matty’s eyes glitter as he pulls out of you, grinning when he hears the slickness between your legs.

“Love it when she purrs for me.”

It’s only when you feel hot liquid oozing out of you that you realize he met his climax, too, burying the evidence deep within your core. Your shaky legs clench together in an effort to prevent his cum from seeping down your legs and onto the floor.

Matt’s hands linger on your sides to make sure you’re steady before he’s tugging your panties back in place and swooping the dress back over your hips. He hums at the creamy drips on the inside of your thighs, swiping up to collect it on his finger. You don’t even have to be told to open your mouth, eyes fluttering shut when he presses the salty mixture onto your tongue. He hums when your lips close around the digit, sucking it clean before he releases it with a pop.

His eyes are still dark when he presses the call button on the wall with a crooked grin, and when the attendant knocks gently on the door, he says simply, “We’ll take the dress.”

#matt martin fic #matt martin x reader #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #hockey smut

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amentomensmut · 4 months

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hi! could I please request an angst piece for Mike Schmidt where he starts working longer hours and accidentally misses his date with the reader because he’s picking up extra shifts to make enough money to buy them nicer things like jewelry? I would appreciate it if they could talk about it and then he tries to make it up to them by spending more quality time with them :)

How can I make it up to you?

Mike Schmidt x Fem!reader wc: 1.8k

warnings: none, really! angst, fluff, pet names (baby, sweetheart)

note: SORRY i've been gone so long, part 2 for first time for everything WILL HAPPEN. however, loved writing some angst for a change :) enjoy <3

45 minutes.

Mike was supposed to be here 45 minutes ago.

You check your phone again out of habit and sigh. No new missed calls or texts. You scan the restaurant once again and you realise how pathetic you must look sitting here alone. You down the last of your chardonnay and call for the bill.

You know Mike works hard to provide for Abby, and you admire that. However, he promised you a nice night out tonight. You hold back tears as you leave the restaurant. Sometimes you feel selfish for thinking it, but you wish Mike didn’t have to work so much. You barely get to see him during the week, and when you do he’s so tired he can barely keep his eyes open. You shouldn’t hold it against him, you know that. But can’t he also make time for you?

Tears are spilling out of your eyes and down your cheeks by the time you get to and in your car, and you don’t care enough to wipe them away. The sting of mascara in your eyes doesn’t seem to faze you, and when you see Mike's name pop up on the screen on your ringing phone, you start to cry even more.

“Baby? I’m so sorry I’m late, but I’m on my way over now. I had to pick up an extra shift, and then I needed to make a quick stop at the store which took me way longer than expected.” You hear Mike's distant voice on the other end of the phone, and the sound of a turn signal going off; signalling he’s in his car.

You try not to make it obvious you’re crying, but the sound of his voice makes a broken sob leave your lips.

“Sweetheart? Please talk to me.” Mike calls, and his voice sounds so desperate for any kind of answer on your end.

“Just don’t even fucking bother, Mike. I left already anyway.” Your sadness has very quickly turned to anger from hearing Mike’s half-assed apology, and you couldn’t give a shit if your words hurt him. He hurt you first. You start your car, wiping your blurry eyes and pulling out of the parking lot.

“You left? But you’ve wanted to eat at that place for months.” And Mike was right. You had wanted to eat at that restaurant for months. It was some new Italian place that had sparked your interest, and when you had planned this date, the first thing you did was make a reservation. Too bad it had gone to waste.

“I guess I lost my appetite.” You said, hanging up the phone. You want to yell and scream at him, but what good would that do? You don’t have the energy, so instead when you get home you change into some comfy clothes and curl up in your bed.

You’re not one for big, dramatic gestures, but you do consider burning his hoodie that you currently wear. It smells exactly like him and that makes you cry even more. The one person who you want to comfort you right now, is the reason you’re crying. You’re not sure if it was fair for you to be so harsh towards him on the phone, but you can’t find it in you to care. You had the whole night planned, you wore Mike's favourite dress, you bought his favourite ice cream to share when you got home, all for it to be wasted.

The sound of your doorbell ringing jolts you awake, and you groan as you roll out of bed. You’re almost 99% sure you know who’s at the door, and you consider not even answering it. However, the part of you that still wants to see Mike wins, and you open the door. On your doorstep is a very guilty looking Mike holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers, and in his other hand a bag that holds your favourite candy. You almost want to forgive him right then and there. Almost.

“It’s late, Mike.” You say, crossing your arms like it's a defence mechanism. You take in his appearance. His hair is dishevelled, like he’s been running his hands through it, and you know that’s something he does when he gets anxious. His eyes are tired and his lips are bitten.

“Yeah, yeah I know. I just-, well, I got you these.” He says, handing you the bouquet of flowers. You consider not taking them for a moment, but you rule that option out as you look at Mike’s tired, sad eyes. You hold the bouquet in your hands, waiting for Mike’s next words. You know he struggles with voicing his feelings and emotions, but if he thinks he can just buy you flowers and candy as a way to apologise, he would be sorely mistaken.

“How’d you get these? The flower shop closed two hours ago.”

“It was closing when I got there. I kinda had to bribe the guy to let me in.” Mike says with a nervous laugh, and your heart warms at the sweet gesture. There’s a pregnant pause, and you can tell Mike is trying to find the right words to speak.

“I’m really sorry. I’m sorry for being late, that I upset you.” Mike starts, and you sigh.

“But we planned this, Mike. And you just didn’t come.” You know your eyes are getting watery again, but you’re hurt.

“I know, baby. I wanted to get you a gift, but there was a long line at the jewellery store, and the wait was way longer than I expected. I decided to wait because I’ve been picking up extra shifts for months to get you this necklace and-” You cut Mike’s rambling off.

“You got me a necklace?”

“The one that was in that magazine you showed me.” Mike said, and you furrow your eyebrows. If you’re thinking about the same necklace, it was one you had showed him on a whim a few months ago. You were reading a magazine when you had come across a necklace that was just to die for. You had shown him the necklace, gushing about how beautiful it was, but how you could never afford it. There was no way Mike had bought you that necklace, right?

“But I brought that up months ago.”

“I know.”

“You remembered?”

“Of course I did.” Of course he did.

“That’s too much, Mike.”

“I picked up some extra shifts.” He says with a shrug, like what he did isn’t a big deal.

“You’re making it really hard to be mad at you right now.” You say with your bottom lip between your teeth. Your head and your heart are saying two different things, and even though you do want to forgive him, you’re still hurt from tonight.

“Come in.” You say, motioning for Mike to follow you inside.

“Just so you know, I’m not letting you in because I forgive you. It’s just…cold outside.” You continue, putting the flowers on your dining table before leading Mike to your living room.

“I should’ve just forgotten about the necklace. You’re more important than that. I just really wanted to get you something nice.” Mike says as you both sit down on the couch. You can really see how anxious he is now with the way his leg bounces up and down rapidly and how he picks at his nails.

“Can I see it?” You ask, and Mike is nodding, reaching into the bag that also holds your favourite candy to pull out a box. He hands it to you with bated breath, his eyes scanning your face. You open the box, your lips parting in shock. You knew it was the necklace you had been wanting, but to see its beauty in real life was something else.

“Mike, it’s beautiful.” You say, taking the necklace out of the box to feel it in your hands.

“I thought it suited you.” Mike says. “Can I put it on for you?” He adds, and you nod, turning around so your back is facing Mike. Mike’s gentle hands push your hair over one side of your shoulder. He lays the necklace over the front of your neck, clasping it at the back.

“Let me see you.” He demands softly, and you turn back around. Mike’s lust filled eyes scan your neck and face, and you feel shy in his intense gaze.

“You’re stunning, baby.” Mike says, and the sincerity in his voice makes you melt. “Can’t believe I made my pretty girl cry. I’m so sorry.”

“I really wanted to have a nice night together, Mike. I feel like I barely get to see you anymore.” That selfish feeling bubbles up in your stomach once again, but you push it away. You need to have this conversation with him. Mike sighs, and you can see a look of guilt and sadness wash over his face.

“I know, sweetheart. And you’re right. I don’t mean to neglect you. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a while. You keep me sane.” Mike admits with a sad smile, and he reaches to grab your hand, squeezing it softly.

“I guess sometimes I get so caught up with work, wanting to be able to provide for you and Abby.” Mike continues, and he looks up into your eyes so you can see the truth and a genuineness in his tone.

“I love the necklace, I think it’s incredibly thoughtful, don’t get me wrong. But I'd just rather you spend time with me than buy me things. I know you’re busy, and I know Abby is your first priority so I’ll never ask you to sacrifice the time you dedicate towards her, for me. All I’ll ask is that when we plan a date, or when we're together, that’s the time you dedicate to me, and you're completely there in the moment. Okay?” You say, rubbing your thumb against the back of Mike's hand. You know how hard he works, and it’s one of the many things you admire about him. You’re not asking him to drop everything to be with you, and you know how much Abby means to him. You love him, and the time you don’t get to spend with him feels like time wasted.

“Okay.” Mike says, and he’s pulling you into a long embrace. His strong arms hug you and hold you tightly to his body. You wish that things could’ve gone differently tonight, but you know that this conversation was important, and you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Do you want to watch a movie and dig into this candy that I bought for you?” Mike asks, his voice muffled from his face being tucked into your shoulder. You pull away from Mike and he presses a kiss to your forehead, something you know he always does to wordlessly say “I love you.”

“I’ll even let you choose the movie.” He teases, and you roll your eyes at him.

“How generous of you.” You tease back, and soon enough you’re curled up into his side, eating your favourite candy, watching a movie that you got to choose.

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wintermoth · 6 months

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So I just saw The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and i gotta say, they did a damn good job.

But I'm not altogether happy with how much they changed the Games from how they played out in the book. I get needing to condense them for runtime and I get needing to change certain things like having cameras in the tunnels. The 10th Games were literally bursts of activity followed by hours upon hours of nothing because they couldn't see underground.

But it's the progression of events, the kill order & swapping of kills, and the omission of events which bothers me. Rest under the cut cos Long Post.

First of all: the Bloodbath. In the book, there is no Bloodbath. The kids literally grabbed supplies and hauled ASS to safety. You know. Like terrified children would. I personally think it was a mistake having the Bloodbath at all but I'm guessing some studio execs pulled rank on this one. >_>

Weaponizing the drones was something which...should've only worked once but whatever.

Coral getting properly fleshed out to be the main antagonist in the arena? Cool shit. They combined various aspects of other characters like Treech (7) and Teslee (3) into her. It gives us someone to root against and, narratively, I understand why they did it. She wasn't someone who'd trained her whole life like, say, Cato. She was just a kid who was doing what she thought she had to to get home. She was a bully, yeah, but not a villain.

Dill dying to the poison instead of her illness...um okay? This one I really don't get. IMO Lucy Gray seeing little Wovey die to the poison as she did in the books would've been much harder on her and the audience considering earlier events. Deadass, I think it was their way of dealing with the Reaper Problem - more on this in a minute Wovey's death was a cheap attempt at shock value and, surprise, no one was shocked. EVERYONE knew that container was bad news--audience, capitol, tributes--except perhaps Wovey herself. We'll blame the trauma.

And as for Lucy Gray herself, of her three book kills, one was removed entirely, and two were changed. The first being Dill instead of Wovey. The second being the way in which she killed Treerch. She was supposed to use a snake mutt as a weapon which she'd protected and hidden in her dress--which served as both a callback to her Reaping with the mayor's daughter.....and a premonition of what would eventually happen in the woods outside 12. And she was supposed to outwit/outmaneuver Reaper, which was removed entirely.

So, Reaper Ash. Big guy from District 11. The Thresh of these games. It's like they didn't know what to do with him. They dedicated his little screen time before the Games to making it clear he was 100% That Bitch and there were several lines (most from Lucky) indicating he was a strong contender. One of a handful of instances of Checkov's Gun, a rule of writing which states if you're going to call attention to a detail, it better fucking be important.

Allow me to summarize book events for those of you who don't know: The night before the Games, he apologizes to the surviving tributes for having to kill them and Jessup, who has rabies, spits in his eye. At the start of the Games, he was one of the few to run to get weapons at the start and was ready to fight, but everyone else was gone. So he heads out to hunt them down. Reaper was the only one proactively looking for a fight. Later, Reaper finds Dill down in the tunnels and carries her out into the open and lays her down in the sun because she's dying already and he's not going to kill her. He leaves her to her own devices and moves on. The next time we see him, he mercifully lets Lucy Gray flee from him. Afterwards, he strikes up an agreement with Lamina, the girl from 7, who's cleverly holed up high off the ground, and shows himself to pragmatic, fair, and good to his word.

Lamina warns him of oncoming tributes and he flees. When he eventually returns, he finds her and another murdered. Incensed, he begins assembling his morgue. During this, he uses part of a Capitol flag to make himself a cape, which makes him happy. The next day, he added Wovey to his morgue. When the Snakes are released into the arena, he is out of the line of fire, up in the stands, and survives.

By now, though, the rabies is really starting to affect him. He continues to obsessively add to and protect his morgue. On the last day, when Lucy Gray tries to add the third place tribute to it, he scares her off. But it's just them now and he doesn't even try to kill her. All he cares about is maintaining the morgue and keeping their bodies covered. He is eventually run ragged by Lucy Gray, who knows he's sick, and meets his end by drinking a poisoned puddle. He crawls to his morgue and dies. Lucy Gray wins.

In the movie, there's a Bloodbath and kids start killing each other, and he's right in there with them. We see him throw down ONLY to defend Dill. Then they just kinda....disappear. And they stay disappeared throughout everything which follows. None of his moments with the other tributes occur. When they emerge, Dill is significantly ahead of him--which tbh makes little sense since, as her protector, he reasonably should've gone out first to ensure it's safe--and dies by drinking poison. He is devastated and screams dramatically. He then begins to make his morgue and offend the capitol by disrespecting the flag before making a big dramatic speech to the cameras daring them to punish him. He apparently stays by his morgue for the rest of the day and when the snake mutts get dropped into the arena, he is keenly aware of the danger. He warns Wovey away, though she doesn't listen. He is almost immediately engulfed by the snakes. He holds still, sits up straight and tall, closes his eyes, then falls forward dead, followed swiftly by the remaining tributes except Lucy Gray.

So, that being said.

Book Reaper's story is a young man who expected to win and was prepared to do it, only for his degenerating mind to focus on protecting the dignity of the murdered children around him. His death was ignoble.

Movie Reaper's story is a young man who expected to win and was prepared to do it, but was also determined to protect his weak district partner with his life, and upon losing her, presents the Capitol both middle fingers. His death was ignoble.

I get why they cut the rabies plotline for the movie. It definitely saved time.....and it REALLY wouldn't look good if the filmmakers had both black guys die of rabies. Just saying. What bothers me about his movie story is just how unfulfilling it was. Going back to Checkov's Gun, he was supposed to be a Threat. And then he just. Wasn't. All for a over-dramatic and tbh unnecessary moment of glory.

so yeah that's my two cents.

anyway go see the movie.

#Hunger Games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #spoilers for tbosas #Lucy Gray Baird #Reaper Ash #Moon as something to say

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suzukiblu · 6 months

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Ko-fi thank-you sentences for Iron, Scream_kinh, and ComfyB; Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it.

Kon is kneeling on the bed completely naked, and Tim and Bernard are both still sitting against the headboard completely dressed. That was hot while he was "showing off" for them, but now . . .

"C'mon already, I showed you both the goods," he says, flashing them both a flirty, dirty grin that Cissie once resignedly called a "panty-dropper" of an expression before much less resignedly proving that it was, and will hopefully have similar effects on the opposite end of the gender spectrum. "Lemme see what you're packing."

"Alright," Tim says, the corner of his own mouth quirking in amusement. "It's only fair, I suppose."

"Well we're definitely not gonna measure up, but I guess we do need our dicks out to actually fuck you the way you so clearly deserve to be, yeah," Bernard says with a laugh, leaning back on his hands. Kon wants to get on top of him right now, hearing that "deserve". Even just as a jokey aside, it's–affecting, yeah.

"Yeah, you do," he agrees, grinning wider. "So lemme see what I deserve, then."

"Oh, well, you are a guest, we should be hospitable," Bernard replies graciously, making a magnanimous gesture with one hand before unzipping his jeans. Tim lets out a quiet chuckle and takes one last picture of Kon before unzipping his too, and then both of them, well . . . then both of them pull out their cocks for him. Neither of them is fully hard, but they're both visibly turned on, and Kon tilts his head and just . . . looks, for a moment.

Tim's skin is unsurprisingly paler and Bernard's apparently a natural blond, and they're both significantly smaller than him but pretty comparably sized to each other, and both cut. And it's not like he really pays all that much attention to other dudes' dicks, like, ever, but they both look really . . .

Kon, momentarily, wonders how quick he could get them both fully hard.

And also how they'd both look then.

"Huh, yeah, your dicks absolutely do look good to me, weird," he says, mildly surprised by that realization but less surprised by the immediate temptation to just grab them both at once and touch. He is, after all, who he is as a person. "Alright, I guess not weird, all things and gay space rocks considered, but I still feel like it should be weird."

"Too weird?" Tim asks, looking just barely cautious. Kon shoots him a dubious look and grabs a condom out of the box Bernard dug out of the nightstand for them.

"Tim, you absolute moron, if you in any way prevent me from choking myself on your cock for your boyfriend's entertainment, I will never fucking forgive you," he says.

"Seconded," Bernard says.

"Ngh," Tim says. Kon, as a man with the correct and appropriate priorities, tears open the condom and then gets immediately distracted by the sight of bright lime-green latex and can't help brightening up a bit himself in delight.

"Oh these are candy-colored, fuck yeah," he says approvingly. "Are they flavored too?"

". . . I vetoed the flavored ones but now I'm deeply regretting that decision, to be honest," Tim admits, his face flushing, and Kon mock-pouts at him.

"Booooo, no fun," he says. "Bet Starfire and Nightwing would've had the flavored ones."

"Tim, can I just marry your bestie? Is that cool?" Bernard asks with a wide grin, looking pretty damn delighted himself. "Is our relationship there yet, where I can marry your stupidly hot best friend and his aesthetically perfect dick and you'll be fine with it?"

"Excuse you, I am obviously the kept boy in this scenario," Kon huffs, flicking the torn condom wrapper in the direction of Tim's trash can. "I look like marriage material to you?"

"You look like the last party favor in a Vegas honeymoon suite in the middle of Pride, and I very much mean that as a compliment," Bernard says feelingly. Which, well, Kon absolutely did automatically take it as one, he didn't actually need the clarification there.

Though he does appreciate it, admittedly.

Tim doesn't tell him what to do this time, but Kon kinda already has a goal in mind here, so he just grins flirty and dirty at them both again and leans forward towards Tim, giving him a wink as he wags the unwrapped condom at him.

"You still look good in green, right, man?" he asks teasingly. Tim visibly swallows, and Kon watches his pupils dilate.

And he feels his cock twitch.

Fuck, Kon loves his TTK.

#timberkon #timbern #timkon #konbernard #iron #scream_kinh #comfyb #not sfw #rinfic #wip: think pink

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hi :) i know youve already answered recs for queer horror movies, but do you know of any more trans horror movies, specifically?

Trans horror films by and staring trans people is pretty thin. I'm not versed enough in the small and indie short film world where I think most of these are likely to be found. The closest I know to a mainstream horror movie with a trans protagonist played by a trans actor is Bit, which is a movie so bad I would have not finished it otherwise. Not recommended.

My most controversial pick is probably going to be Sleepaway Camp 2+3. I've talked about this series at length and it's probably going to in the trans movie discussion for as long as humanity exists. That said, I find trans woman slasher Angela Baker delightful fun. The first movie is a different animal and it's um something.

The Wild Boys is honestly amazing. I don't know if there's a right way to go describing this, but the basic premise is a group of murderous juvenile delinquent boys are shipwrecked on an island which slowly transforms them into women. Women all play the roles of the delinquent boys, creating a strong sense of realism. It's a strange, violent, queer, surreal French film and I would call it a queer horror essential.

Titane wasn't intended as a trans movie by its director, but its also hard not to interpret trans elements in a movie where a woman disguises herself as a man including breaking her own nose to radically alter her face, eventually is sort of taken on as an adoptive son, and never really wholly returns to any feminine roles. Much like The Wild Boys, it's a glorious and surreal movie and another movie I'd consider required viewing.

Boarding School is a whole lot. I'd say it needs some trigger warnings for child abuse, child death, and nazi / holocaust trauma at least. Boarding School is a strange and highly distressing mixture of revenge, ghost story, and child abandonment, all wrapped around a young trans child exploring gender. It's a stunning, gorgeous and dreamlike movie. Not precisely surreal, but paralogical in places.

We're All Going To The World's Fair is by a trans filmmaker! Fuck yes! I wouldn't call it mainstream, and it's clearly on the experimental end of the film spectrum, but it's widely critically acclaimed and has a lot of trans feeling put into. I'd also recommend it for atmosphere and a sort of quiet sense of emotional unrest. Filmmaker Jane Schoenbrun's next film, I Saw The TV Glow has been picked up by A24, so keep an eye out for it.

Bad Things is sort of the inverse of World's Fair, a queer movie staring queer and trans actors, it's, well, fine. For a film with a banger of an idea (The Shining but all queer) and so much queerness in the production, it's shockingly flat, listless even, as if no one wants to be on the set. But, well it exists I guess.

Der Samurai is hard to say if it's intentionally trans, but features a strange gender ambiguous figure in a gorgeous flowing dress who terrorizes a small German town with a samurai sword and seems to be seducing a young, lone policeman through the night. Ultimately tragic in its conclusion, still a beautiful film and dear to my heart.

Lastly, I want to give a shout out to the Chucky movie series. Starting with Seed Of Chucky and going through at least season two, it gets very weird with gender and is very queer.

#trans horror

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Ah what the heck I'll post it through here

So in some discord servers, you've seen me specualte that Amane's uniform is inspired by the private Catholic Fukuoka Kaisei girl's school affiliated primary school (福岡海星女子学院附属小学校)

Now, because of the name, I assumed this was an all girls primary school And that the picture above was of 4 girls and the school simply allowed children to wear either skirts or shorts (its uncommon for Japanese elementary schools to have uniform to begin with so I could see a laxer dress code when it comes to stuff like this)

However After a bit more reading of their website Turns out that the Fukuoka Kaisei girl's school affiliated primary school Despite the name Has in fact been a co-ed/mixed gender primary school for the last 50-so years And while I can't find a dress code on their website It does seem like all the students in pictures on their site who wear shorts are boys

Anyway to cut a long story short: Amane's uniform actually resembles the boys one more than the girls (shorts instead of skirt + no ribbon + more central buttons)

And I know you like the trans girl Amane theory so I figured you'd enjoy this info

The only disclaimer I have to give is that the long haired child whose father tattles on Amane is in the same uniform (shorts and all)

So like if this is a girl then occam's razor is that girls at Amane's school just wear shorts (also it'd be strange for Amane's cult to follow gender rolls Except for hair?? idk maybe im overthinking)

TRANS AMANE BELIEVERS WE MIGHT STAY WINNING!!!! It would be weird if they did follow the entire dress code Except for the hair. Additionally those buttons are tripping me up since their Buttoned like the girls so this actually comes somewhere more in the middle of the Both of them...if it does turn out my insane "Amane perceives gender in the same way a cat does, it's just there" catthing Amane idea is real I'm going to explode.

Regarding the girl though...I can't believe I can unveil my insane Queer Infighting Amane idea- okay so in cults it's generally heavily encouraged to outright spy and tattle on people who misbehave:

(BITE)

Information Control: Encourage spying on other members a. Impose a buddy system to monitor and control member b. Report deviant thoughts, feelings and actions to leadership c. Ensure that individual behavior is monitored by group

I think, and this is pure speculation there's is very little supporting this I just like the idea. It be fun if they were BOTH trans.

My reasoning behind this is, first of all Amane doesn't seem to have many friends. Her T2 distorted voiceline has her say:

Father is a very praiseworthy person. Once his virtue increases, he'll come back home, right? It's a little lonely, but I'm fine!

Which, okay it's fair that her homelife is lonely, this doesn't necessarily inform her school life. But if we go to the Prison she's rather isolated overall.

Even in T1. Yuno and Mahiru are people she considers "close" but that's after mulling it over a bit due to being asked.

T1Q10: Is there any prisoner you're close with? A: If I were to say, I guess it would be Yuno and Mahiru.

It's not for a lack of Trying, she tries very hard actually. It's just that people tend to note the way she acts is weird and that gets exasperated in T2 where it's said she's pretty isolated.

But also, I was discussing with a mutual about her relation with this peer and they said that it's possible that this question:

T2Q11: Did you love the person you killed? A: I loved them.

Is referring to a Second Victim (This child) and Not her mother because...well one Amane has shown Very Little Fondness for her mother, and two it's entirely possible she killed multiple people because her staff in Purge March has blood on it Before she gets to her house.

Second thing: Cat Symbolism, Cat Symbolism stay winning forever. There is substantial amount of subtext you can wring out of the Cat being representative of sin and impurity, and Amane taking care of it and also being the Cat. Same with having her be "found out" by a peer and then sold out to, to her Religious Fundamentalist parents.

So now we go into my insane, circumstantial evidence, idea of Queer Infighting. I love WKTD and a big thing in that game is that even if your a "bad kid" if there's someone "worse" than you, you can live another day. And this kid can be anyone, the devil can be Anyone.

Amane has stated an inability to be a good girl:

Only if, only if, only if I could be a good girl

And a lack of desire to exactly "be one" since it requires her not being...herself, and she's happy with who she is.

T2Q20: How do you feel about you not being like everyone else? A: Nevertheless I was born as myself, so I'm happy

So, I'm just saying on a purely speculatory "this would be fun" basis. If we got queer infighting 12 year olds who are trying their best to be "good." I would explode.

Also, she is paralleled with both Mukuhara Kazui and known Genderless Freak Es so, yknow.

#asks #other analysis #doctorbunny #sorry if this is all over the place I have a lot of disconnected thoughts on this

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thiniceofeternalyouth · 8 months

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MISLEADIN' ME SERIES: CHAPTER TWO

A WALK TROUGH THE FOURTH DIMENSION

⊳ Gojo Satoru x f!reader

series masterlist

Genre: angst, , sci-fi, cosmology.

Chapter warning: MANGA SPOILERS, cursing, mentions of blood, mentions of food, Gojo is a meanie

Words count: ~9k

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[24 Dec, 2018; 06:01pm; Shinjuku Special District, Tokyo Prefecture]

A small group of people dressed in black and covering the lower half of their faces with masks were on one of the lower floors of a business center, the wall of which had been completely demolished from hollow purple. The reinforced concrete structures that used to make up the whole were either splintered into crumbs or dangling from the remains of the wall exposing steel bars. From this spot there was a perfect view of the battle of the two strongest, which was spread out in the shadow of the broken skyscraper. You, on the other hand, remained invisible without emitting any cursed energy.

Sitting on a piece of broken reinforced concrete that used to be the floor, you watched the sorcerer and the curse king's actions and every time Gojo took damage you jerked your leg nervously and clenched your teeth. Your gut was pissed off that you didn't understand the nature of the feelings that made you this way. As everyone else sat lazily against the far wall exchanging jokes, a man's cheerful voice jerked you out of your state of irritation:

"All we need here is beer and chips," Vito tried to lighten the mood. He was the oldest of the active hunters and he looked exactly like Danielle. His blond hair, short though it was, glistened even in the dark, his fair skin, which was always flushed was covered with small scars and there were deep wrinkles under the outer corners of his eyes as his blue eyes watched the action below. "Look, that king of curses got another series of punches to the face from the white-haired one," Vito said humming approvingly.

"Considering they used territory expansion three times already, it's no wonder they had to switch to hand-to-hand," you said propping a hand on your face keeping your eyes on the fight. "Can ya imagine the state of their brains right now?"

"I can tell that you're imagining it too vividly by looking at you," Vito said shifting his gaze from Gojo to you and smiling slyly. "You're worrying a little too much."

"Just a bad feeling," you brushed off his teasing tone. "Remember what Itadori told us about Zenin Clan's technique?"

"Oh, right, what's its name..." hesitated Vito straining his meanderings. "Ten shadows technique?"

"Exactly!" you exclaimed snapping your index finger and thumb. "The technique is already unusual enough on its own, but here's its latest shikigami, uh," you stammered, seeing the white-haired sorcerer wipe away the blood that came from his nose with the back of his hand, and a stack of needles plunged into the back of your head with an unsettling feeling again. "I guess that thing out even of my depth."

"You mean divine General Mahoraga?" asked Vito grinning. "Geez, that's quite a name they gave it."

"Quite a name for a monster that can adapt to any cursed technique," you shrugged, and thinking that at this rate Mahoraga would soon be able to adapt to Gojo's infinity technique, you jerked your foot once more knocking over a small piece of concrete that was held up by a protruding iron beam. Now it was clear why Sukuna needed Megumi's body, for in any other body he would never have been able to defeat Gojo because there would be no Mahoraga to break through his infinity. While you were pondering this, the battle of the two strongest due to their swift movements shifted from the roadway under the road bridge, part of the supporting structure in the form of several reinforced concrete pillars was immediately destroyed. Everything seemed to be going according to plan for the white-haired sorcerer: he was striking blue after blue and Sukuna had only to dodge or take it and your heart was beating in an invariably calm rhythm, but a growing sense of anxiety was building up the force of its impact on your chest. You saw that with each blow they made against each other, they were getting farther away from your location and you found yourself standing on one of the dilapidated bridge pillars still in the shadow of the concrete rubble without even thinking. This pillar was though not close, still behind the Gojo and if you had even a modicum of cursed energy in you, one of them would have sensed your presence immediately. Sukuna's body had just taken an enhanced version of the red that Gojo had suddenly directed at him from around the corner before your eyes. After getting hit in the face with the debris from the pillar, Sukuna was already healed in the next moment. Itadori was right: the sorcerer had already had more than one chance to finish Sukuna off, but Gojo couldn't do it while the curse was in Megumi's body. "Damned sentiment," you thought to yourself.

"It seems you wanted to be sudden, but apparently you're so tired that you don't realize that all your techniques have been read," Sukuna turned to Gojo, a nasty smirk drawn on his face.

"Don't jump to conclusions," Gojo said and you noticed how a moment later, a red flash circled the building and struck the curse straight back and Gojo activating black lightning struck Sukuna's solar plexus, whose body flew straight at the sorcerer's fist on the inertia of the red strike. The curse's eyes rolled uncontrollably, blood spurted from his mouth, he recoiled and the wheel above his head, which allowed Mahoraga to adapt to any technique, fell as it made its final turn. Sukuna disappeared into the shadows and darkness began to grow beneath Gojo's feet, from which Mahoraga's huge hands reached out to him inviting him into a deadly embrace. Your heart skipped a beat: Mahoraga had just adapted to Gojo's infinity technique. While Gojo was trying to dodge the huge hand with a huge blade sticking out of his forearm, he didn't notice that the shadow behind him had already formed a triangle of index fingers and thumbs.

"Isolation."

As soon as you said the word, you began to gulp for air and it took all your strength not to recoil or you would have flown down the pole with a stone. You felt like your skull was being poured sulfuric acid and your organs were wandering around your body instead of staying in their designated places. "So this is what it's like to have two consciousnesses in one body," you thought to yourself with a faint indecipherable thought, someone was trying to dislodge your consciousness, but a stream of dark energy blocked all attempts of the unpleasant guest. You tried to see through the white veil where your idea had led and you could still see two silhouettes standing there.

"Oh? What is it?" Gojo's voice sounded a little surprised, but the surprise changed to defiance as if by a click. "Has daddy Mahoraga abandoned ya?" He tilted his head to the side, a grin flaunting on the sorcerer's face. Sukuna, on the other hand, stood motionless resembling a statue. The drooping, impersonal eyes began to close, the dark patterns that adorned Megumi's body began to fade and with a slight recoil, the curse fell flat. If you could see just a little better you would have noticed how in just a couple seconds the entire spectrum of emotions showed on the sorcerer's face - from confidence, to courage, to bewilderment, to confusion, and even slight panic. Gojo cautiously approached Megumi's body, leaned over and checking something, his body shuddered in a relieved exhalation and you shuddered with him.

"Isolation."

You cast the spell a second time and now your body was concerned only with the cold evening air and a hungry stomach. You watched Gojo gently brush the black strands from the boy's face, and you wondered to your shame, what the movement would feel like if it were your own hair. You waved your head chaotically from side to side, as if chasing away childish thoughts. Meanwhile Gojo tried to gently take Megumi in his arms to return home with him, but the adrenaline accumulated during the battle instantly evaporated, passing the duties to his colleague in the face of fatigue making the sorcerer stagger, and he holding Megumi in his arms, began to fall himself.

TWO DAYS EARLIER

The sound of metal cutlery paired with the early morning mist from the window that was built into the rock filled the dining room. You were already standing at the large metal chopping table waiting for your portion and the smell of roasted chicken filled your nostrils. Behind you on the dull stonework were two long dark wood tables, flanked by similarly colored benches where the few hunters were already seated, exchanging jokes and stealing food from each other's plates. The metal door that led to the kitchen swung open and out came a terribly tired Danielle, who had once again foolishly served her punishment holding your plate of flavorful baked potatoes and equally flavorful bird meat. Taking the plate from her hands, you winked at Danielle and headed toward the boy, who was sitting alone in the far dark corner, picking at his plate without appetite. When he saw you approaching him, Itadori only pressed his lips together and turned away from you covering his face with his hand as he continued to mash the innocent potatoes with his fork.

"What are you doing sitting here all by yourself?" ignoring his behavior you sidled up to him, your hilariously chipper voice exploding in the boy's eardrums. "Itadori?" you tapped the back of his head with your finger quietly catching his attention.

"Y/N, that's not fair!" exclaimed boy slamming his hands on the table.

"Did ya get up on the wrong side of bed or something?" you asked peering into the brown eyes and noticing that they were filled with childish resentment.

"Ya know, you remind me of those nerds from high school who always sit alone," Rachel placed a tray of food on the table with a metallic clang catching your attention. Kyle came over with her as well, and sat down next to you winking at you. "What's up, kid? Is that brat offending you?" She turned to Itadori pointing a finger at you.

"And here comes prom queen," you said with irony in your voice and Rachel turned to you showing her tongue.

"Y/N said she had plan to suppress Sukuna in Megumi's body and then just up and left!" pouted Yuji crossing his arms over his chest. "Like she did it on purpose! I realize you don't have to tell me anything, but... Maybe after this, I can sleep a little better," he mumbled hiding the lower part of his face in his high red collar.

"Close your eyes," you said to Itadori and he looked up staring at you incredulously. "Close your eyes, don't be afraid," he obeyed your second request and after a little fidgeting in his chair, he closed his eyelids.

"What do ya feel?" you asked leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms over your chest.

"What do you mean?" asked Itadori without opening his eyes, but faced with your silence; he decided to describe everything in order even if it sounds like complete nonsense.

"I can feel soft but firm fabric of my uniform," he began to say, his fingertips groping the fabric. "I feel warm skin of my hands, I smell fried chicken and someone's male cologne, uh," Itadori hesitated a little. "I can hear Rachel typing on her phone and Kyle chewing his food."

"Here ya go," you praised the boy, if only for not being confused by your question. "I realize it's going to be problematic in such a noisy environment, but now imagine that all your senses suddenly stopped feeding you information as if your brain had been taken out of its skull and placed in a machine that provides it with everything it needs to function outside your body."

"Sounds a little... scary," Itadori said squirming harder in his chair.

"You've faced worse things," you patted the boy on the head. "Back to the subject at hand, what would be left of you in that case?"

"Memories?" suggested Yuji.

"Exactly!" you exclaimed quietly. "All the experiences you've had, which you'll relive over and over again for lack of interacting with an environment, maybe start building some scenarios in your head, having internal dialogs, until the very moment ya start going crazy."

"Y/N!," Rachel hissed at you threatening you with her finger. "Don't ya dare scare him!"

"Long story short, if you've managed to experience what I'm talking about for even a brief moment," you paused briefly to chew the piece of food you'd just put in your mouth. "Congratulations, you've just been in isolation."

"I still don't fully understand," Yuji said, there was a confused awkwardness in his voice.

"That's because we haven't explained everything yet," Kyle interjected into the conversation. "Remember when you told me that the peak of your world's prowess was territorial expansion? Well," Kyle hesitated, as if searching his mind for the right words. "Roughly speaking, isolation is the peak of our world's prowess, though it's functionally very different from yours."

"What happens in isolation? What is it for?" Itadori continued to pile on the questions looking each of you in the eye in turn.

"Actually, it carries more than one function, there's no telling in a nutshell," you said with a shrug. "But let's start with the fact that the Isolation is a place made up of only dark energy, nothing exists there but it itself," you turned to Itadori and after taking a sip of sour orange juice, you continued: "Put aside all prejudices about dark energy because it is most likely the most vile phenomenon that exists in the universe."

"Is it the reason something bad is happening?"

"We don't know why, but our universe is expanding and doing so at an accelerating rate," you said scratching your temple with your index finger. "And since scientists have no idea what makes universe expand, they usually refer to any hypothetical phenomenon that can accelerate the expansion of the universe as dark energy and yeah, we didn't rename it to suit us, it sounds cool," you threw your forearms up shrugging playfully. "Dark energy expands our universe not from any particular point, but in all points at once. I'd like to point out that dark energy is kind of the opposite of gravity meaning that the more filled up space is the stronger the gravitational force, and the emptier space is the stronger the dark energy is because although it's counterintuitive, its density per square foot doesn't decrease as space expands," you glanced at Itadori to make sure he was still with you. "I mean, do ya get what's going on? As the expansion of the universe accelerates, there's more and more empty space, which in turn will cause the expansion to accelerate, which will cause more empty space and so on ad infinitum, and I highly doubt that the expansion of the universe is its only property."

"It's good that you explained everything," Itadori said smiling, but the corners of his lips crept down again and he went limp in his chair. "Too bad I didn't get anything."

"Don't fill your bright young head, if ya think about it too much you can catch existential dread," you laughed rubbing the boy on the top of his head. "The easiest way to put it is that isolation is a completely empty place with only dark energy to ensure exponential expansion throughout eternity."

"So, in isolation space expands itself for an infinite amount of time?" asked the boy, a flash of insight on his face.

"That's right, you're a smartass!" you exclaimed grabbing the boy's pink cheeks with your palms. "Now imagine ya have the ability to put some sort of consciousness in there - your own or someone else's, it doesn't matter."

"But isn't that dangerous?" mumbled Itadori from behind his cheeks clenched by your hands, and you blushing slightly, finally let him go. "After all, if everything there is expanding from all points at once, doesn't that mean that consciousness will expand with space?"

"You're right, it's dangerous," you sighed quietly examining the ridiculously ornate silver bracelet on Kyle's arm. "First ya'll forget yesterday, then what ya did last year, what ya were like ten years ago and eventually ya'll forget even your own language, and so on until your existing self dissolves into dark energy."

"How do you use it, then?"

"And here comes into play something that scientists can hardly ever explain and this perhaps is called magic." you smiled awkwardly fiddled with your fingers because you weren't used to having someone listen to you with such interest. "Because, without going into too much detail right now, even though dark energy is a nasty thing, if you know how to use it, it can be a pretty good tool."

"Oh!" exclaimed Itadori, catching the gist of it. "You're going to put Sukuna's consciousness in there?"

"You're thinking in the right direction, but there is a catch," you retorted looking out the window. " Sukuna and Megumi's consciousnesses are in the same body right now, so if I send the isolation to Megumi's body, both of them will have to go into isolation with me and I won't be able to tell which one I'm 'capturing'," you said pointing to the quotation marks in the word 'capturing' with your fingers. "I'll have to re-enter the isolation second time directing it only at myself, because it doesn't matter who's here after the first isolation," you looked at Itadori, tapping your temple with your index finger and the boy's eyes widened. "And who goes back into Megumi's body."

"But what if Sukuna returns to Megumi's body?" asked Itadori with excitement in his voice.

"Well that's not so terrible, because Sukuna will most likely be left without ten shadows technique because Megumi's consciousness will sit quietly in my body until your precious teacher finishes the curse so I can quietly return Megumi's consciousness to his body through second isolation, but there is some possibility that during that time I will die myself due to such an internal conflict."

"But what about..." Itadori began rubbing his knees nervously clearly trying to suggest something else. "Can't you immediately re-enter the isolation and wait there?

"Itadori, don't forget that my mind is used to isolation and Megumi's mind isn't," you clarified shaking your head. "Also, I realize this isn't very intuitive, but like I said nothing exists in isolation but dark energy. Although there is no such thing as time there, but along with that there is an infinite amount of it there.

"What do you mean? Itadori asked losing the thread of the point again.

"Y/N means," Kyle interjected. "She could spend two infinities in isolation, but to us outside observers, it would look like she never left," Itadori's mouth dropped open in surprise, forming a perfectly shape of 'o'.

"But what if it's the other way around?" it suddenly hit Itadori. "What if you suddenly put Sukuna's consciousness inside you and Megumi's consciousness returns to his body?" the boy panicked remembering his past experience when the curse parasitized his body.

"That'll be even easier!" you exclaimed clapping your hands together. "If after the first isolation Megumi's consciousness returns to his body and I have Sukuna's consciousness," your lips spread into a cheeky grin. "I'll just re-enter the isolation and wipe the bastard off the face of the creation."

"Adoptee, ya sure you can go into isolation two times in a row?" inquired Rach with a note of anxiety in her voice. "Think twice."

"Think twice?" you popped your head up from your plate and stared at Rachel. "Buddy, I don't think even once!"

"Yeah, we're aware of that," mumbled Kyle into his hand, which he completely covered his face with as if he was embarrassed by your behavior.

After your brief conversation Itadori finally began to eat devouring the long-cooled potatoes with appetite. You watched as he chewed one bite and put the next one in his mouth, amused by his direct behavior. Time flowed slowly and even though the winter sun was rising on the other side, where the spacious windows of your house looked out, but still the sunlight was filling the far dark corners of the room more and more decisively with each passing moment. You glanced at the invisible watch on your hand and turned to Yuji:

"It's about time ya get ready to go home," you said gently flicking Itadori on the nose. "Otherwise they'll notice you're missing."

"Can I ask you one more question?" the boy asked and you nodded your head affirmatively. "I've noticed that you say 'something like consciousness' or you just say 'consciousness' but with such, uh, skepticism in your voice. Why?"

"Geez, boy, you've opened Pandora's box again," Rachel rambled on with feigned panic in her voice. "Close it back up, pretend you didn't ask anything!"

"Well," you tilted your head toward Yuji, and your foot kicked the leg of the chair Rachel was sitting on with such force that it nearly fell over along with her.

"Little bully-" muttered Rachel under her breath, but you continued talking, not listening to her:

"It's just that humanity still has a very poor understanding of what we call consciousness," you said with a shrug.

"But what about it?" objected Itadori. "I think there's a lot to dig up on that subject."

"It is. Different sources will tell you about an immortal soul, or neurophysiological connections or that consciousness has nothing to do with the soul or the brain, but no one," you said, emphasizing the last word. "No one can explain to you why this happens. You and I are made of the same matter as stars, planets or that stupid bracelet on Kyle's hand," you nodded at his hand that was resting calmly on the table. "But it's unclear how ordinary matter composed in a certain way - suddenly - can generate subjective experience?"

"Maybe I don't quite understand everything, but does it matter?" Itadori asked shrugging his shoulders,

"It doesn't until you start thinking along those lines," you agreed with him. "Except that everything we talk about, everything we think exists is postulated by our consciousness. All the sensations you get from birth until you die are created by your brain," you gently tapped Itadori's forehead with your knuckles. "The brain internally forms a kind of environment that exactly replicates the external, real world environment... Or not?" you peered into brown eyes that reflected the lights in your own eyes in the light of the suddenly flickering lamp. "Anyway, perhaps there is a very tiny but already existing possibility that you are not the one who speaks your thoughts. You're the one who hears them." With those words, you got up from the table, picked up the few trays to take them back to the dispensing table. Coming back and leaning your arms on the table next to Itadori, you whispered:

"So when you're sitting alone in a room going about your unremarkable mundane business," you whispered in the boy's ear in a conspiratorial tone. "There's a chance you're not alone there."

"Y/N!" howled Rachel grabbing you by the scruff of the neck, dragged you towards the canteen exit.

Before the wooden doors closed in your face, you saw the worried look in Itadori's eyes and only had time to yell. "Sike!"

Concrete crumbs pounded into your back, the back of your head ached quietly from the impact with the ground and something too heavy was pressing against your chest. As you struggled to open your eyes, your hand tried to shove something heavy off to give your airway room to breathe and get more air into your chest. The moment your fingertips came in contact with the object, the thought that it was too soft jumped into your head and it hit you: the moment Gojo fell, you were at his back knowing that your size would make it harder to support him and more likely to hurt yourself, but your actions were faster than your thoughts. Finally, when you fully focused your gaze you saw a snow-white mop of hair right under your nose and on the sorcerer's body as a cherry on the top was Megumi's body, which he had picked up, but never had time to take anywhere. Silently cursing to yourself, you crawled out from under the unconscious bodies as carefully as you could holding Gojo's head gently. You gently checked their pulses with your hand, and exhaled a sigh of relief as you sat down beside them as if you needed a little respite yourself. Quietly shaking off the construction dust from your uniform, you noticed that your hands were darkened with indecipherable, chaotic, and to top it all off, ugly patterns. Rolling up your sleeves you clenched your teeth uneasily seeing that they had spread all over your forearm. Going into isolation twice in a row was risky, but looking at the two motionless but still alive bodies you had no regrets. You unconsciously reached up to flick a strand of white hair away from Gojo's face, but as soon as your hand was a few inches from his skin, you yanked it away as if you'd been burned. You would have kept hesitating, moving your hand in and out of his face, if it hadn't been for the sharp voice that called out to you:

"Get your hands off of them!" shouted a female voice in a frenzy, and you noticing that a two-handed axe was flying straight at your head instantly vaporized along with the two bodies you were holding in your arms.

[25 Dec, 2019; 08:42pm; Tokyo, Tokyo Prefecture, Chiyoda Special District, Cafe N].

You were sitting in a familiar soft armchair and hot, fragrant coffee with each sip seemed to fill your veins with home warmth. Having settled down at a table in a secluded corner, a garland of all kinds of colors was shimmering against your silhouette, a pleasant, unobtrusive melody of the place was flowing quietly through the spacious hall, which was accompanied by chewing sounds of the boys sitting in front of you. Looking at their tired, but terribly peaceful faces you drowned all even the sharpest pricks of regret about your own intervention somewhere in the depths of your soul.

"I never thought you'd still keep your promise you made back then, in this very café," Yuta said adding more hot sauce to his plate.

"Hey!" you threw your head up sharply frowning your eyebrows. Your hand reached across the table to quietly tap your index finger on the boy's forehead. "That sounded really rude!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean it that way," laughed Yuta. He kept looking at you and there was no way he could shake off the idea that you reminded him a lot of someone. "Honestly, I just didn't think it would end so soon and so... uh, well."

"Good," you smiled brightly squinting your eyes. "I hope ya'll have a quieter time now, because there is nothing to waste your youth on such things"

"Y/N, how are sensei and Megumi doing?" asked Itadori cutting into the conversation.

"They're fine," you replied tapping your fingers on the table to the beat of a quiet tune. "They haven't come to their senses yet, but that's not surprising," you slapped the table gently with the same hand and leaned back in the upholstered chair. "Doc said another couple or three minutes of this kind of exertion and your teacher's brain would have turned into a fried steak, but Megumi... Well, isolation hasn't gone unnoticed for him, so he needs as much rest as possible right now."

"Then can we stay with you for that time too?" asked Itadori biting his lip awkwardly.

"Look at ya, what a nimble booger," you said grinning. "You've already picked out your rooms and settled in pretty well anyway."

"Is that a yes?" asked Itadori excitedly and you nodded affirmatively. "I told you she'd say yes," Itadori whispered in Yuta's ear and you tactfully pretended not to hear them. As the boys ate and drank their cocktails taking advantage of your promise to pay for them, you were still anxious, even though it seemed to be over yesterday.

"You know, he'd like you," Yuta's quiet voice pulled you out of your rebellious musings and you raised your eyebrows questioningly without realizing what he meant. "Our teacher. Well, I think so," he added and a feeling of embarrassment spilled over his cheeks red.

"I wouldn't bet on it," you mumbled to yourself mentally marveling at the childlike directness and lack of understanding of the conflict that could result. After all, your worlds were divided thousands of years ago by strife and discord gradually making everyone living in your world a monster and a thug. Luckily for you, after a while you were no longer spoken of at all seemingly erasing your existence from the face of the Earth while you quietly did your work. At that moment, while you were scrutinizing the young faces, caution snapped into your head with a scathing cry.

"Watch out!" you only had time to yell in their direction before a shard of the far window slashed your cheek, a rush of air blew the building aside and only your table and chairs remained standing in the deserted spot, thanks to your flash of caution. You, instead of turning in the direction from which the stream had been directed, turned your gaze in the opposite direction where the now former café had piled up into a heap of splinters and bodies. A painfully familiar silhouette appeared out of the dusty chaos and as you took a step toward it you were blocked by the backs of two boys and you could sense that Rika was now somewhere close by, but you couldn't see her because of your lack of cursed energy. "What the hell," you thought to yourself and grabbed the boys by the scruff of their necks pulling them aside.

"Y/N!" the boys exclaimed in unison, but you stubbornly led them away.

"Ya both, get out of here," you murmured softly under your breath letting them go. "Here's the key card, go home," you tossed the key into Yuta's hands. "While the adults talk."

"But we can-" began Yuta, but you cut him off abruptly.

"I said get out," you said keeping a friendly face as you spoke the same warning words. As soon as they nodded their heads but in disagreement you turned around and Kenjaku stood before you, about ten foots away.

"There you are, thief," Kenjiaku gritted his teeth in a grin. "Thanks to that black-haired kid, without his massive flow of cursed energy I doubt I would have found you so soon."

"Oh?" you raised your eyebrows tilting your head slightly to the side. "Has a superior creature such as yourself stooped to such base human desires as revenge?"

"In my case, it's no more than a response to such a cute but still irritating stimulus," you barely refrained from rolling your eyes at his tiresome familiarity. The purpose of the curse was as clear as day, but it stood motionless, hands clasped beneath the folds of the kimono taking its time to close the distance. You could feel something wandering and hovering around you, an unpleasant veil enveloping your heightened sixth sense and it was unclear to you whether it was just a stream of cursed energy coming from Kenjaku or whether the curses he had summoned were surrounding you. You got a shot of adrenaline from your body at the exact moment something hit your chest with great force, and you flew at instantaneous speed towards the ruins of one of the buildings mixed with a stream of artificially created lightning-fast wind gusts that lifted pieces of asphalt and ground. In that brief instant, the nails of your hands managed to clutch at the ground, but still it didn't slow you down and your body, which now lay in the ruins of the building, was buried the one that flew with you.

Kenjiaku stared at the mess he'd made trying to catch even the slightest movement that would tell him if you were still alive after something like that. As he stared at the ruins he had created, ten thin, tiny black streaks began to appear on the ground on a lower trajectory and second by second they grew joining together until they formed one large, elongated line as if someone had cut through reality leaving a black bleeding wound in the fabric of space. A kick of such force flew into the curse's back that he instantly fell into the dark embrace of the abyss. "Life didn't teach ya anything," you muttered wiping the blood from your face with your sleeve and exhaling sharply pushing back a strand of your disheveled hair that had fallen over your face. "Well, let's wait a few minutes," you said glancing at the invisible watch on your arm and sat down next to the darkness.

You scrolled through the news feed on your phone switching to online stores, throwing in your cart the sneakers, earrings, and unbelievably beautiful dresses that you would never wear. You looked into your group chat, which was created for the purpose of information exchange or just for idle chatter at least, was now filled with endless idiotic memes and you glanced at the time and realized with horror that 23 minutes had already passed. "Oh, shit!" you exclaimed with panic in your voice and thrusting your arm over your shoulder into the abyss, yanked the body out with a jerk.

The curse appeared before you in a different form: face gaunt, hair disheveled and torn in places, eyes filled with madness and horror, clothes faded and torn in places. "Sorry, sorry, I went a little overboard," you mumbled in a guilty voice, though it was just a lighter version of the isolation you hadn't dared to enter because of yesterday's events. This darkness consisted of just dark matter, which seemed less dangerous than dark energy and it didn't take away one's senses and consciousness nor did it require your personal presence, but it did erase the sense of time and you realized looking at Kenjaku's frantic look, that he hadn't felt it for really too long. "Anyway, look, ya have two options," you squatted down in front of his mangled silhouette lifting two fingers up at his face. "Either I push you back in there and close the incision," a lie, you wouldn't have been able to close the incision with the dark matter striving to push the foreign body out like a splinter, but by the certainty of your voice Kenjiaku had no choice but to obediently heed you. "Either we go to the judges now and see what they have to say about this whole mess you've made."

"Who are-" a hoarse voice rose from his lungs and he stopped half-heartedly and coughed violently. "Who are the judges?"

"I have no idea," you said with a shrug. "We used to just take the demons to them and then they'd figure out what to do with them. But I think they'd be very interested in a creature like you," you said with a smile looking into the dark eyes. "It's not as bad as it sounds. Maybe they'll just give ya spanking and let ya go and then we can have a proper fight when we're both strong enough. So, what's it gonna be?"

"Lead the way," Kenjiaku mumbled idly and you grabbed his temples with one hand lifting two fingers of your other hand somewhere upward uttering:

"Under the eyes of the Gods of Justice, before the radiance of the Witnesses of Fate, protected by the word of the creation and blah blah blah... Shine the light, open the veil," and with that, your silhouettes disappeared with a food-distinguishable pop as if bursting.

The fathomless blue eyes had been continuously watching Megumi's body for an hour. The unconscious body of the boy as if exsanguinated, showed no signs of life. If it weren't for the heart monitor next to him occasionally playing the beat of the young heart, Gojo would have gone insane - and God save those who witnessed the madness of the strongest. The sorcerer regarded the dark, chaotic and somehow disgusting patterns that slid up and down Megumi's forearm, as if trying to reach his heart. He leaned back in his chair looking over the last two messages from Itadori: the first one Itadori had asked in case Gojo woke up when no one was around, not to worry about anything and that they were fine and the second with the information that he and Yuta would be coming here soon received more recently. "Everything's fine, you say," he thought to himself shifting his gaze from the phone to Megumi and bit his lip with such force that it bled. He wiped the blood away lightly with his hand and covered his eyes with the thought that it was all from accumulated fatigue.

"Sensei?" Yuta's voice pulled Gojo out of his restlessness. "How are you feeling?"

"And what is this doubt I hear in your voice?" wiping his face with his hands and pulling on his usual smile, Gojo turned around to his students. "I'm fine as always!" placing his hands on his students' shoulders and leaning down to their level, he still with the same broad smile, but subtle threat in his voice said: "Well, my boys, ya will explain it all to me now."

"Uh, we..." mewled Yuta running his fingers over his hands. "She'll be home soon, so I think you'll need to talk to her."

"Who is her?" squinted Gojo's eyes squeezing their shoulders even tighter.

"Her name is Y/N," Yuji said with childlike directness in his voice and wide eyes.

"Honestly I don't care what her name is," Gojo said with a shake of his head and letting go of their shoulders. "Is this her work?" he pointed at Megumi's body.

"Yes, that's her-"

"Where is she?" asked Gojo with an already undisguised anger in his voice.

"We were sitting with her at the cafe," Itadori began in a dazed manner, not understanding why his teacher was getting angry. "But then Kenjaku attacked us and she told us to get out of there-"

"What?!" he snapped in their direction, as if spitting out the last remnants of patience with that word.

Stretching... Stretching... Stretching... Stretching...

The line of your indistinct silhouette stretched reflecting in the eyes of Kenjiaku, who was following you with a fine, irritating ripple. Each of his feeble steps seemed to sink into the ground that wasn't beneath his feet. He lifted his hand to get a closer look: unfilled with color, devoid of any paint, only the shadowy line of his hand's silhouette trembled constantly breaking into small segments. Kenjiaku knew exactly what his palm was holding straight at this moment, but it seemed to be strongly curved towards his face and turning his hand with the back side, it already formed the same arc-shaped something. The edges of your lines were also constantly curved approaching him and then moving away. Beginning gradually to lose his mind from such changes, he could not stand it. "What's happening to us?" he asked and dreading the fact that instead of his voice he heard only a strange dragging sound that spread through the space in a vibration.

"Nevermind, there's a slight distortion of space here," you circled your hand around the heavily arched horizon. "Because this one here is actually a straight line. And yeah, just don't think about the fact that there's no floor under your feet," the vibrations from your voice pierced through his gut and as soon as you said that he immediately started to fall down, but you grabbed him by the scruff of the neck already prepared for that. "I warned ya. It's kind of a four-dimensional space here, so you can step not only left-right and back and forth, but also up and down, so follow me strictly."

"I thought hunters were just a scary fairy tale for naughty little curses," said Kenjiaku.

"Do you know who I am?" you said trying to mock the tone of cursing from your last encounter, but that tone dissolved into a chirr.

"Not really," Kenjiaku said and the segments of your lips spread into a twisted grin. "What's going to be going on with these judges?"

"Usually they already know themselves what the so-called 'defendant' has done," you said with a shrug. "But with ya no idea, maybe they won't know what to do with ya at all; we've never brought a curse here."

"How much farther do we have to go?"

"As long as space isn't this empty," you replied to curse continuing to step forward making the lines of your silhouette stretch behind you. The warped horizon once again showed fine ripples and it grew into the outline of an indistinct surface as you approached. You moved even closer and the silhouettes of three seemingly human beings became visible, but there was no hint of eyes, nose or lips on their faces. There were no ears, no outlines of hair, just a general humanoid outline, the trembling line of which kept tearing and joining together in different places. You stopped not far from the surface behind which the judges stood and waited quietly. "What's going on?" asked Kenjiaku.

"No idea," you replied. "Maybe they're evaluating ya; maybe they haven't noticed us at all."

"Approach," the emotionless vibration thundered through all visible space causing your chest to convulse several times. Kenjaku took a step forward, but you grabbed his forearm.

"It's for me," you said smiling. You got as close to the surface as you could and the lines of one of the creatures, though geometric, still chaotic, began to stretch toward you. As it merged with your silhouette into one, your brain felt as if a hundred fists were clenched it. It searches for memories. Memories of your last conversation with Kenjiaku and of this procedure you conveniently 'forgot to mention'. Just when you began to think you were losing consciousness, the creature's lines and yours began to separate and it was back behind the surface.

"Open the wormhole," uttered the same powerful vibration.

"What does that mean?" only had time to ask the curse as visible geometric lines began to distance him from you. "You!" he exclaimed in anger, clearly addressing you. "You little scum!"

"See ya in hell," you said with just the outline of your lips slightly waving the fingertips of your raised hand in farewell. "Or outside the observable universe, it's just a matter of luck." You turned back to the judges and remained standing motionless, until one of them finally turned his attention to you.

"Else?" said a voice.

"I want Geto Suguru's body back," you said pondering whether it was worth such a ruse to return a dead body to one who treasured it.

The dark corridor of your infirmary seemed to sleep with along with the patients. Only the muffled clatter of the wheels of the stretcher you were pushing in front of you disturbed this peacefulness. On the stretcher lay a body covered with a black cloth on which you tried hard not to lower your eyes. Next to you walked Vito, who knowing his calm temperament and his tendency not to ask questions you had asked for a small favor: to help you deliver the body. Keeping your course straight to the morgue room, which was at the very end of the corridor, the two of you - or to be more precise the three of you - were approaching one of the rooms, from which you could see the dim color and hear albeit not loud, but vigorous conversations. As you neared the doorway, you peered into the room to see who was disturbing the medical peace.

"I see ya having a family quarrel," you said jokingly to the trio and if your heart could beat faster than usual it would have punctured your ribs long ago at the realization that blue eyes were staring right back at you. "Not reprehensible, but be a little more quiet, others are resting," with those words you seemed to gather your wits and stare back into the blue eyes.

"Now forget everything I just told ya," Gojo smiled and after patting Yuta and Itadori's hair so hard that they shrank back, he headed in your direction. He didn't understand himself now: just a second ago he'd been seething in his own invisible anger, but when he saw you his anger was replaced by confusion and he didn't know what to do, so he followed you as soon as you moved.

"I already have an escort," you turned to Gojo noticing that he was walking directly behind you and Vito.

"I'll be the third, then," Gojo said with the same smile, but with a subtle sarcasm clearly realizing that his phrase had a double meaning. You reached the metal door, and Vito pulled it open allowing you to enter the morgue with the stretcher without obstruction. You walked a little farther letting go of the stretcher's handrail when it was next to the freezers and turned around.

"Should I stay?" asked Vito and you shook your head pursing your lips. Vito shifted his concerned gaze from you to Gojo and left the room slamming the steel door shut leaving you two alone. Gojo slowly walked over to the vacant iron stretcher and sat down on it keeping his eyes on you. If you hadn't been so tired, you might have noticed that the living embodiment of winter was sitting in front of your nose, but now your mind was on finding ethyl alcohol and formalin to treat the corpse or to replenish the supplies if you ran out of it. Since Gojo was silent and you had nothing to say to him, you began your ridiculous search through the many lockers.

"Are ya serious?" responded Gojo to your actions. "Am I that uninteresting?" His playful tone was met with your silence accompanied by your fiddling and the creaking of shelves causing the sorcerer's patience to burst for the second time of the day. "Why the hell did you get involved? No one asked you to," the playful tone changed to a serious one as if by snap.

"We don't need to be asked," you countered his attacks rummaging through one of the cabinets that held various tubes and needle injectors, but nothing resembling formalin. "Your problem was your problem equally as long as it was localized."

"Huh?" Gojo let out a chuckle as if in disbelief. "Believe me, I'm strong enough to handle everything and certainly without the help of a bunch of obscure creeps," his every word echoed with a spit on the back of your head.

"How old are ya?" you asked finally turning in his direction examining Gojo from head to toe. "Nearly thirty? So ya had plenty of time to get rid of Sukuna before he got into Itadori's body," you shrugged turning back to the drawer. "But you didn't. So stop acting like a child who got his first place prize taken away."

"You're the reason Megumi is in such a state with some black abomination spreading through his body, aren't you?" Gojo asked not even trying to keep his voice down, the tone of which felt like cold shower of accusations and recriminations over you.

"Yeah," you agreed easily nodding your head.

"Well, if he dies-"

"He won't," you said in a firm voice and realizing that you were out of formalin after all, you closed the door of the last locker in defeat. You walked over to one of the freezer lockers and opening it, pulled the iron retractable structure towards you. Connecting the stretcher to it you pulled the cloth off the dead man and began to slide the body deeper into the freezer compartment.

A lump rose in Gojo's throat at the sight of the deceased's face and he tucked his trembling hands in his pockets. "Well, if you're that good," he began sarcastically. "Then why didn't you do the same thing to him as you did to Megumi?" when he said "to him" you realized he wasn't talking about Kenjaku.

"Because he wasn't there," you mumbled quietly, while the mechanism of the structure clicked into place and you reached for the small iron door to close it.

"Lie!" shouted Gojo in anger slamming the door shut with one hand and you took a step back. "You just killed him, didn't you!"

"Incredible," you clasped your hands slightly as if in defeat. You weren't expecting honors or thanks, you weren't expecting anything and yet your already exhausted gut told you that it couldn't take another accusation and you would snap back. You were well aware that the sorcerer standing in front of you was tired, he was tired and probably still hurt and maybe there was a very tiny chance that he didn't mean everything he said. "Maybe I also shot Kennedy and dinosaurs had turned up their toes because of me? All it took was one freak to tell ya your friend was alive and you believed him and ended up in hoosegow, but the second I told ya he was never there ya say in a heartbeat that I'm a fucking liar," you ran your hands over your tired face. "If I'm that bad, then take the kids and get out, no one's keeping you here.

"Look, I-"

"If we have decided to kindly exchange barbs, well," you knew you would regret your next words, but no strength still could stop you. "You killed him first," if you had listened to your surroundings a little better you would have heard Gojo gulp feverishly. "Let us call it a day. Go to your room, get some rest." You pulled open the metal door leading out of the morgue and with one last glance at Gojo; you smiled softly realizing he wouldn't see it because of the mask. "Good night, boxy." As soon as you stepped onto the threshold of the corridor someone's unfamiliar and from that disgusting touch reached your hand making your eyes see nothing but red. Just as the scarlet veil began to fall from your eyes you realized that you were pressing the sorcerer's throat into the wall with your forearm, your other hand already holding a dagger to his carotid artery. The realization hit you on the top of your head with a sharp axe and you backed away disappearing into the darkness of the corridor and if it hadn't been for the shame that kept you from looking back you would have noticed the concerned blue eyes watching you.

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Where We Kept Our Magic (II)

How We Kissed

Hello, lovelies! Here is a second part for my Muggle!Reader AU!! I hope you like this new scene, tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Sirius Black x Muggle!Reader

Warnings: none for this chapter… a little sad?

Summary: You and Sirius meet when you’re still young, and yet you fall head over heels for each other. But everything gets complicated when you learn that Sirius is a Wizard! Now, your whole world has to be reimagined. -This series is made of many independent snippets taken from Sirius and Muggle!Reader’s lovestory –

Word Count : 3374

Masterlist for the series - Sirius Black's Masterlist - Main Masterlist

Second date by the Thames.

After a lunch with Sirius in this Italian restaurant he knew, you both agreed to see each other again. You remember the scene to perfection: your longing to stay with him for a little longer, his intense stare, the wind blowing in his long dark hair, the thumping of your heart beneath your ribcage. Standing in the street, right before the restaurant door, before Sirius would offer to walk with you to your bus. A way to steal a few more moments in your company, clearly, and you were not fooled. All had gone fine, you had a marvellous time with him, and you would have been lying had you claimed that you didn’t want to kiss him then, waiting by your bus stop. You were a little shy though, and Sirius was a blushing mess when he tried to lean closer, so the date ended with a kiss on your cheek, your fingers in his, and a pair of rushing hearts that craved for more but couldn’t dare to reach further.

You’ve longed for this second date the entire week, your heart rushing at the thought of seeing Sirius again. Which is quite ridiculous because you barely know him at all. And he’s dangerous, you know it, there’s something about him… something you could easily fall head over heels for, and thus putting your fragile heart on the line.

Jackie is laughing at you now, helping you choose an outfit.

“Why are you so nervous, anyway?” Jackie asks, her tone mocking. “The guy likes you. He asked for a second date, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, he did. Still… It’s only our second date. It’s nothing too serious for now.”

Jackie nods, but she’s clearly not convinced.

“That’s why you’re trying on your eleventh outfit?”

“Oh, shut up! Help me instead! Which top with these pants? I like these ones, I think I’ll wear them. Or a dress? I could wear one of my sundresses…”

“The dress. You should wear the dress. And you should relax. Everything’s going fine for now, so…”

“Yeah, I know, but… I don’t know…”

“What’s wrong?”

“I barely know the guy at all!”

“Isn’t what a date is for? To learn more about someone?”

“Yeah, I guess. It’s just… I feel like I could fall for him, you know?”

“Well, fall then.”

“What if he’s not serious about this? What if he just wants a fling for the summer?”

“Then he’ll dumb your arse by the end of August and I’ll be the one to pick up all the pieces of your silly heart.”

You roll your eyes, but Jackie shrugs.

“What do you want me to say? Just ask him what he wants.”

You blink, consider her answer. It sounds easy, obvious even. And yet, it isn’t, not when you picture yourself talking with Sirius.

It sounds so simple… and you know Jackie’s right. You should listen to her advice. Better be sure of his intentions before you let yourself get caught in feelings.

You nod, staring at your sundress, the fabric sprawled on your bed.

“Alright, I’ll talk to him. And I’ll wear the dress.”

Sirius doesn’t really understand why he’s nervous as he waits for you. It’s not his style to be nervous, and certainly not because of a date. He’s had a fair share of them during the past couple of years, he knows how these ought to go. Besides, you don’t mean anything to him. He likes you. He finds you pretty, you make him laugh, you’re smart and seem genuinely nice. He’ll hang around for the summer, and then September will be here with its cool wind and the whistling of a train taking him home, and he’ll forget all about you. You’re just a fling for the summer. Nothing worth getting attached. Besides, you’re a Muggle. That would be way too complicated. No, you’re to remain what he’s decided you would be: a summer love. Nothing less, nothing more. You’ll become fond memories he’ll remember in a few years, but he’ll let go of your hand as the weather grows colder and the rain comes back. You’ll be a ray of sunshine in his mind. Anyway, he’s never been able to keep those for too long. He’s a Black, it’s written in his name. Everything darkens after he’s touched it if he holds on for too long.

As he paces by the Thames, in front of the Globe, he blames his nervousness on the fact that you’re a Muggle, that he can’t let any detail about the Wizarding world slip when he talks with you. There’s a voice in his head that admits there’s something more to it all, but he ignores it. He’s used to quieten his feelings, it’s alright. He’s got it under control.

Still, he keeps on pacing as he waits for you, checks the time again. He’s still ten minutes early…

His heart is in a rush, what by Merlin’s beard is wrong with him…

He turns around again, to pace some more, but as he looks up he spots you, and he freezes. Caught in the middle of a step, he stands motionless by the river, while many strangers pass him by.

You look lovely in a yellow sundress, filled with sunflowers. A true hippy, he adores the sight. You truly do look like a ray of sunshine…

Your smile is shy when you meet his gaze, but you seem happy to see him all the same, and Sirius’s heart skips a beat.

He shoots you a bright grin, it looks a little too bright, not smug enough to his liking, a little too smitten, but he doesn’t really mind. Not when he notices that your pace quickens once you spot him, that you hurry towards him as if you have longed for this moment as much as he has…

“Hi, Sirius!” you chimed, coming closer.

You’re a little nervous, he notices it in the way you hold your hands together, the shyness in your smile… it’s adorable.

And he knows you can see that he’s blushing already, but there’s nothing he can do against it…

“Hi, Y/N,” he greets you, voice deep and warm.

“How was your week?”

“Good, pretty eventful.”

“Don’t tell me you got yourself in trouble!”

“Of course not. I caused trouble, but got away with it.”

He winks playfully, and he calls it a win when you laugh and look away, growing even a little shier.

“You’ve promised fish and chips,” he reminds you. “I’m starving, why don’t we get food and talk while we eat?”

“Sure, sounds good.”

You seem surprised when he offers you his arm, but you take it anyway. He doesn’t blame you, he’s a little surprised by his own gesture too. Nevertheless, it’s nice. The weather is warm and sunny, and the wind is quiet and just cool enough to be pleasant. And now that you’re holding his arm, you’re very close to him, and when his heart stutters he likes it. He likes it an awful lot, perhaps even a little too much…

You’re lingering by the Thames because you don’t want this to end.

After eating lunch, you’ve started roaming the banks of the river, not caring much about the crowd that passes by or even the movement of the water next to you. Instead, you’re looking up at Sirius, and your heart skips a beat every time.

He’s stunning. A David Bowie t-shirt that clings to his biceps and shoulders, his hair in a bun and a single strand that has rebelled against the black hairband and is falling before his eyes. He pushes it behind his ear again while he talks, talking about this band he likes and his projects to get tattooed for the first time over the summer and the way he’s saving money to buy a motorbike after he graduates from school. There’s a stubble colouring his cheeks, just a bit, and his silver earing catches the light of the sun, turning the jewel into a blinding speck of sun. It has the shape of a rune, and when the conversation slows down, you ask him what it means.

He gives you a smile.

“It’s Berkano, the rune of rebirth. For endings and new beginnings.”

“Why did you choose this one?”

He shrugs, but you know he’s lying when he answers.

“Just liked the shape and the meaning.”

But he won’t tell you more, and you don’t insist. Why would you?

You know there’s something more to see behind the new smile he offers you. Something he’s hiding. And perhaps it is simply caused by a will to protect himself, after all, you don’t know each other very well. Still, you know there’s something beyond that he keeps out of your reach, and you’re disappointed when he doesn’t speak again.

Disappointed? Yes, for a part, but mostly you’re wary. Because when he looks at you, you find yourself trapped in his grey eyes, and you wonder… if he can give you butterflies with something as simple as a stare, should you not be more cautious?

He asks about your projects for the coming week, and the conversation drifts towards your family, your parents, your friends. But when you ask him about his own family, he remains quiet.

“We don’t get along,” is his only answer, and you don’t push him, feeling that it’s painful for him to speak about it.

Is it what he’s hiding from you? A bad relationship with his parents?

You understand, of course, that he wouldn’t want to get into details on your second date, that it’s too soon, but… you wish he could tell you something. Anything…

He’s hiding something, and you don’t like it. You think about your conversation with Jackie from this morning, about what Sirius could want from your relationship and…

You should ask. Perhaps, that’s why he’s not talking much about himself. At least, not what is important or too personal. Maybe he doesn’t think it’s necessary, if he doesn’t mean to share anything serious with you.

The afternoon is dying, evening will be here soon. It’s the moment right before twilight, when the sky is still blue but the sun already low on the horizon, hidden by the tall buildings of the city. It’s still warm, but the air is chilly whenever it blows with more strength. You’ve walked by the Millenium Bridge, the banks of the Thames in this area are quiet enough for you to hear the roll of the water, the back and forth of the current.

You take a deep breath, before diving, your gaze set on the brown river because it’s easier to look at the moody surface than to stare into Sirius’s stormy eyes…

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, what is it?”

“What do you want from me?”

There’s a pause, a silence that lingers beyond a few beats of your heart. Sirius’s voice is colder and more cautious than before when he answers.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… Do you plan on sticking around if things go well between us? Or are you looking for a fling?”

He doesn’t answer, his silence speaks volume.

“I see.”

You shudder when he takes your hand, in a delightful way that runs up your spine and you hate yourself for feeling like this already. You barely know him…

He’s come to a stop, and he holds you back when you want to keep on walking. You don’t want to stop. Don’t want to have this conversation, even if you were the one to begin it. You won’t like the words he’s about to speak, and you know it already.

“I don’t know,” he says, giving your hand a squeeze so you would look at him, but you don’t. You can’t…

“You just want us to have fun during the summer, right?”

“I don’t know.”

It means yes, and you know it. You nod.

“Well, I don’t want that.”

The confession passes your lips in a whisper, and it still hurts to speak it, even in this tone.

You expect Sirius to reassure you, to tell you it’ll be alright, that you’ll figure it out as it goes. But he doesn’t. His next words hurt more than you thought they would.

“I mean… I’ll go back to boarding school in September. It can’t work.”

“I could come visit? And you could come too. And perhaps you could call…”

“My school is in Scotland.”

“Oh…”

“And only letters get there.”

“We can write to each other, then. You’ll come back for the holidays, right?”

You take a sharp intake of breath when Sirius takes hold of your chin, gently pinched between his thumb and his index finger, and guides your face upward to catch your gaze with his.

He looks saddened, genuinely so. Still, his words are firm and unwavering, they sound final on his tongue, the verdict after a long-debated trial.

“It won’t work, Y/N. It can’t work on the long run. But I like you, I genuinely do. I love spending time with you. I want to enjoy this, even if it can’t last longer than summer.”

You clench your jaw, and your bruised heart makes you choose words that are harsher than what you truly mean to say.

“Did you ask me out just to sleep with me, then?”

Sirius lets go of you. His fingers disappear from your face, his hand leaving yours. And you hate it, the way you wish he wouldn’t, the way you want him to stay…

“I’m not an asshole,” he simply answers, a small frown creasing his brow.

The wind gets caught in his rebellious strand, pushes it before his eyes, and he has to tug it back behind his ear.

“But you don’t want this to mean anything to you.”

“I’m simply being pragmatic. I’ll be away for the entirety of the school year, with little means to contact you. After seeing each other for only a couple of months, I don’t expect us to remain together while being apart for so long.”

You nod. It sounds wise, logical, deadly so. You kind of hate him in this moment.

“Well, I don’t think I want that,” you repeat, and he nods.

“Alright.”

“I just… I will most definitely not sleep with you if we keep on seeing each other over the summer.”

“Okay.”

“Because… I don’t want to do that with someone if it’s not serious.”

“I understand.”

“So… I guess you won’t want to see me again, then? Even if it lasts just for the summer.”

Sirius opens his mouth but quickly closes it again. As if he hesitates when he didn’t expect himself to.

“What do you want?” he asks back instead.

“I asked first.”

“I asked second.”

“I’m not going to have sex with you during the summer, no matter what happens between us.”

“Very well.”

“Knowing that, do you still want to see me until September.”

He seems surprised by his own answer, but you can see in his eyes that it’s earnest nonetheless.

“Yes, I want to.”

You hate yourself for feeling this happy about his answer, for the warmth that spreads throughout your heart and your entire frame.

You weigh your options for a moment, but end up shaking your head. This is too dangerous. You’re falling already…

“I don’t think we should see each other again, if you don’t want this to be serious at all between us.”

Slowly, Sirius nods. His gaze is colder now, you’re not sure whether is comes from anger or pain, or perhaps a little bit of both…

“As you wish,” is his only answer.

And you wish you wouldn’t, but you hope he’s going to fight for you, try to convince you to give him a chance, to give the two of you a shot. He doesn’t, though. Instead, he takes a deep breath and a step closer.

“I had a wonderful time with you,” he smiles. “Even if it didn’t last for long.”

You nod, unable to summon words when Sirius is standing so close, when the air changes and from the dull scent of the river it turns into the harsh smell of cigarettes, a tinge of leather and candlelight…

“I really do care about you,” Sirius goes on, voice quieter now and deeper too, an octave lower… “I genuinely like you.”

“Me too,” you nod, struggling to swallow while your heart beats so fast it’s ready to crush against your ribcage.

“Are you angry against me?”

But you shake your head. You wish you could be angry, but you aren’t, somehow.

“We just don’t want the same thing, it’s alright,” you answer, trying to smile, but the gesture remains shy, a mere tug upwards at the corner of your lips.

“I’ll regret you,” he confesses in a whisper, and you notice the way the muscle on his jaw jumps.

“I think I’ll regret you too,” you surprise yourself with the admittance.

He gives you a crooked smile, one that causes butterflies to twirl in your stomach.

“Can I ask for one last thing?”

“Sure.”

“Can I kiss you? Just once. Just to know how it feels.”

Your breath catches in your throat and you know you shouldn’t. You should refuse. You should say no.

And yet, without thinking, you nod, giving a silent authorisation. And when his hand rises to cup your cheek, you don’t move away. On the contrary, you can’t control your body when it leans into his touch. His thumb brushes tenderly across your cheekbone, a gentle caress, so feathery it’s barely there at all.

Slowly, he leans closer, his lips falling towards your mouth, his eyes staring at the place where he’s about to crash. You close your eyes when his breath warms your skin, fans over your chin.

At first, it’s shy, the way he brushes his lips against yours. Soft and gentle, hesitant. But then, you’re parting your lips, and Sirius leans further, closer, pressing his mouth more firmly against yours. When you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him closer, he slips an arm around your waist to pull you into a tight embrace, his other hand still on your cheek, and the silver of his rings is cold against your skin as his hold on your face tightens.

There are no thoughts to cross your mind as you kiss him, only Sirius’s body against yours, only his lips and tongue and taste of coffee and cigarettes and it’s all overwhelming, so much so that you can barely breathe at all. The more time passes, the more passionate, desperate even, the kiss becomes, and you melt against him. It’s a whirlwind that sweeps you off your feet and you wish it could last forever. But all things come to an end, eventually.

When he pulls away, at long last, both of you are breathless, dishevelled, and longing for more.

His gaze is a little dizzy when he looks at you again, as if he were a little high. The ghost of a dreamy smile lingers on his lips while you remain in his arms, unable to move away and reluctant to do so anyway.

Eventually though, Sirius slowly nods, and you hear him forcing his breathing to come back to normal. You try to do the same, but fail.

“Farewell, Y/N. I wish you the best, you deserve it. And thank you for this.”

He bends down again, this time to drop a kiss on your forehead, and you close your eyes once more.

Too soon though, his soft lips have disappeared, their warmth replaced by the wind blowing and growing colder as the night approaches. When you open your eyes again, Sirius is walking away, hands in the pockets of his blue jeans, looking straight before him. And you hope he would turn around, look at you, rush back to you and change his mind about everything… but he doesn’t.

When you walk towards the Tube again, you can’t help but touch your lips, remembering how Sirius’s mouth felt on yours. And you know you’ll regret him.

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Chapter Seven

Previous Chapter

Kim decided to shake off her feelings by inviting Addi over, the two of them resting against her mattress listening to music as the rest of the house was quiet. Yet, she still felt the corner of her lips burning from where he had pecked her.

Kim tried not to remember that Billy had laid with her in this same spot, curled up against her. She sighed softly, flipping through the magazine.

She was beginning to think this was a mistake. She knew the true reason she invited her friend over was that she wanted to talk about Billy so desperately. She wanted to spill everything that had happened the past few days and ask her what the hell she should do.

She couldn’t though, she reminded herself, Billy was her stepbrother and not a normal guy she could just express similar feelings about. She was so frustrated, feeling like she had no one to share it with.

She considered, fleetingly, about buying another diary to write in. However, she couldn’t imagine what Neil’s rage would be when he eventually snooped and found out what she had been writing about his son.

“I think I need a nap,” Addi whined, pushing the magazine away and resting her head on the pillow, “I just feel so lazy today. Argyle really fucked with us.” Kim laughed, enjoying how her friend had gone off on her brother.

To be fair, it was their own idiocy and innocence that landed them in their own position. She didn’t bring that up though, knowing Addi was too bitter over the situation still.

Addi had made it over not too long after Billy took El and Max. Kim felt thankful that her parents had been gone, as Addi embarrassed herself in front of everyone in her house. They had both felt so dumb.

“I mean, we could’ve gone to Eddie.” Kim hinted playfully, watching as Addi’s eyes grew several sizes too big, “That would’ve been your chance to see him.”

“Yeah, just show up at his house? No thank you.” She muttered, flipping to the next page of her magazine, “What was with you at the pool, anyways? You had the whole time to talk to Steve and you just like zoned out.”

Kim tried to look as casual as she could, glancing up at her friend, “I don’t know. I guess I just shut down when I’m uncomfortable.” It wasn’t a complete lie. She tended to be awkward around others that she didn’t know.

She was not going to ever admit that she was staring at Billy. She’d rather die than bring that up.

“Alright, fair point,” Addi turned to her, pushing the magazine out of her way, “I heard Tommy Hagan is going to have a party tomorrow. We should go.” She added briefly. Kim knew very little of Tommy. Just that he was one of Billy’s friends and his eyes had lingered a bit too much when she wore skirts and waited for Billy to finish with basketball practice. Kim thought about it for a moment, really just wanting a day on her own.

“Don’t we work tomorrow?” She started, trying to think of a reason to keep them home alone.

“Yes, but the party isn’t going to be at 8 in the morning,” Addi continued on, “Do you think Billy would give us a ride again? It’s towards the rich people's houses, I don’t want to walk that far.” Kim didn’t like the thought of that either but was unsure about asking Billy. She didn’t know where she currently stood with him and didn’t want to keep crossing the line.

“I think he has a date,” She lied, “You don’t think Argyle would take us? Or we can bike.” Kim offered softly. Addi sighed.

“I’ll ask Argyle but he may be working. We might have to bike, nothing hotter than showing up all sweaty.” Kim cracked a grin at her friend.

“We could bring spare clothes, change there. I don’t think anyone would notice.” Addi perked up. Kim considered that it may not be a bad idea, maybe she could get out of her mind for a while.

“You need to wear that dress,” To which Kim quickly protested, shaking her head as she sat up, “Oh come on, it’s just collecting dust right now.” Kim thought about the dress that was hidden away in her closet. When she first tried it on, it took a lot for her to even leave the dressing room. It fit her like a glove, was mid-thigh and showed off more cleavage than she had ever shown before. She liked how the sleeves hung slightly off of her shoulders and puffed out.

It was much like her bikini; she was too afraid of people staring at her while she wore it. She didn’t want anyone to judge her. She wasn’t sure if she actually wanted anyone to see her.

“I like that it collects dust, thank you very much.” Kim spoke up. Addi looked at her amused.

“No, no you’re doing it. You have to wear it at least once. Everyone will be too drunk to notice anyways.” She tried to convince her. Kim sighed and nodded her head.

“I’ll consider it.” She was pretty sure she already knew the answer as Addi groaned.

“Would you wear it if Steve came?” Kim thought about it for a moment. She remembered how he looked at her at the pool, even for the brief second it felt nice. There was another issue at hand.

Robin.

She was certain that they were definitely dating. Why else would they be around each other all the time? She was beginning to feel like she was slumped.

Not to mention, she doubted Steve would show up to something that Tommy was throwing anyways. She didn’t know a lot about Steve but did hear enough to realize that they were no longer friends. He might hate Tommy more than he hates Billy.

Kim groaned into her pillow.

“I don’t know. Will he even notice that I’m there?” She asked and Addi shrugged.

“You could still have fun. We had a lot of fun last time.” Addi persisted. Kim knew she was right; she did have fun last time. She just was used to spending more time in her room, holed up and reading her books while the world went on around her.

“Okay, but I can’t wear that out of the house. Neil will be back by then and he’d kill me. What if we say I’m staying at your place?” She asked enthusiastically. Addi’s house was closer to that area than what hers was.

“That could work. Then we can convince Argyle to drive us.” Addi looked thrilled. Kim was beginning to believe that she was still holding onto the idea that Eddie would show up.

“Sounds like a plan.” She grinned at her friend, watching as she sat up.

“I’m gonna start heading back, we have family coming over tonight and I’m supposed to help cook.” Addi made a face, but she knew how much her friend actually liked to cook.

“Hey, if you’re going to make those same tacos from last time you should save me some.” Kim couldn’t remember the exact name, but they were delicious.

“If you wear the dress, I will bring you all of our leftovers,” Addi smirked. Kim rolled her eyes, following her friend to the door, “I mean it. You better wear it.” She knew her friend was right but wasn’t sure if she was going to do it or not yet.

“Ha, you’re funny.” She gave her a hug and waved her out the door. She closed it, taking in the quiet house and welcoming it around her as she walked back to her room. She paused for a moment, standing outside of Billy’s room.

Curiosity coiled inside of her as she lingered outside the room. She had been in there briefly, only to ask him something or take back whatever he had taken but had never actually stepped into the room.

She felt the flames licking inside her as she gripped his doorknob and pushed the door open. She instantly felt guilty, knowing she was being so much worse than him looking through her journal earlier.

She couldn’t stop her legs as she stepped into his room, her eyes glazing around his oddly comforting room. It was just so Billy.

She couldn’t help but snort at the poster of the half-naked girl on his closet. Her fingertips ran along the side of his nightstand, scrunching her nose at all of the cigarettes he had already smoked through.

Her fingers wrapped around the hooks of his drawer and pulled it open.

Gross.

“Ugh.” She quickly shut it, trying to erase the images of the models on the magazines from her mind. She wondered if every guy had pictures of naked girls in their rooms. She crouched down as she opened the next drawer, her eyes widening in curiosity.

She pulled out a box of condoms, looking at them curiously. They had already been opened and she pulled one out to examine it. She’d never seen one before, and although it was simple, she felt so rebellious holding it in her hand. She slipped it back inside, trying to ignore the XL on the box that was glaring a hole into her.

Her fingers wrapped around a VCR tape that sat in there, no labels to indicate what it was. She felt a new spark of curiosity engulf her as she looked at it, quickly shutting the drawer as she held onto it.

Why would he have this hidden away? She wondered to herself as she sat on the edge of his bed. It was wrong, but she was curious and wanted to bite at whatever he was hiding.

She considered it for a moment. She didn’t have a TV in her room, but he did. She could sit in here, just for another few minutes, and just peek at whatever he was hiding.

She couldn’t help herself as she turned the TV on and got the tape put in. She peaked out the door and the window just to make sure she couldn’t see his car anywhere. She would keep the volume low, she promised herself, so she’d be able to hear him coming and hide back in her room.

She took a deep breath, neglecting his couch and sitting on his floor as she waited for the movie to start. Only, it wasn’t a movie. It was obvious it wasn’t made in a studio, as no ads came up. She watched curiously as a woman and a man appeared, talking about their struggling marriage.

Now, she was even more intrigued. Was he secretly into rom coms? Is that why he had this stashed away?

She watched as another man appeared on the screen, her eyes wavering across the room again as she looked at his different posters. She took in the Metallica posters hanging in his room, noticing that there were no pictures of anyone he knew. No friends, family or any kind of memorabilia was hung up.

Her head snapped back to the screen when she heard moaning. She felt her jaw drop to the floor.

Oh. oh.

Oh my god. She bolted across the floor, her hands shaking as she tried to figure out how to quickly shut it off. Her hands stopped as she looked up at the screen, seeing one of the men on his knees between the woman, licking between her thighs.

Everything was on fire as she fumbled with the VCR. She felt so confused but so very turned on at the same moment as she waited for the disk to come out. The sudden sound of large music blasting outside the house sent her into overdrive.

Shit! Shit!

Panic overwhelmed her as she realized how bad of an idea this had been. She quickly pulled the tape out and began shoving it in the dresser. Her hand was shaking so badly that she knocked his ashtray over in the process.

She felt her pulse quicken and her heart beating faster as the sound of his car door slammed shut. She put the ashtray back up, sweeping up what little fragments of the cigarettes as she could manage. She knew she couldn’t wait any longer as she bolted out of his room, hopping on her bed just as the front door slammed open.

She popped the magazine open, flipping it to a random page as she pretended to be busy herself. She tried to calm her breathing as she heard his footsteps approaching, trying to be as nonchalant as possible even though she feared she may be having a heart attack.

“Are you going to do that all day?” She flipped the magazine page, still feeling the ashes against her skin. She looked at him briefly, trying to avoid his eyes so he wouldn't be able to read the guilt that was written over her features.

“Huh? Reading? You should try it.” She responded, trying not to think of him in his room, naked with his cock in his hand while he watched that video. She felt her face burn as the image was planted in her mind. She was sure she looked like a tomato.

She heard him chuckle, the sound of his voice traveling straight down her body. She was laying on her stomach and could feel her comforter bunching together underneath her. She felt the urge growing to grind down on her blankets.

The bed shifted as he laid down next to her, his arms crossing. She glanced as quickly as she could at his forearms, trying not to focus on his strong, veiny hands. She tried not to linger as she watched his fingers link together, wondering how well he could move them.

She stared a hole into her magazine, trying to focus on the words and not the heat that was radiating from his body. She tried not to think about being wrapped up with him this morning, how close they had been to each other. She definitely ignored everything he had said this morning, pretending it hadn’t happened.

She was afraid of what she would do if she remembered it.

She felt the urge to touch the corner of her lips again, remembering what it had felt like. She breathed deeply, trying to relax herself.

“What are you reading?” His voice came out husky and her grip on the magazine tightened. She shrugged and motioned towards the paper, doing her best not to look at him, “I should start calling you red,” He spoke up again, moving her braid out of the side of her face, “You’re always so flustered around me. I wonder why that is?” He spoke out loud, almost like he was speaking to himself. She ignored the last part of his statement.

She turned to him quickly, taking in how close he had laid next to her. She gulped hard.

“I’m pale, I burn really easily.” She responded unsure. She felt herself melting into his dark eyes, looking at how well his eyelashes framed them. He chuckled, giving her a look that told her that he didn't believe her.

“You know it’s normal to feel things, right?” He turned to his side, his hands grazing across the side of her face, cupping her cheek softly. She wondered if he could feel her pulse vibrating in her skin from this position.

“Billy,” She took him in, looking at how sure he looked at the moment. It was taking everything in her to convince her to stop, to not give into herself, “I know.” She spoke softly as her eyes flickered away. She was scared if she looked at him too closely that she would mold against him, just as she had this morning.

She knew what it was like to feel strongly for someone, to have a crush. She was sure she still had one on Steve, however, this was different. It felt so much different than a crush because in some twisted way she knew she had a chance. She knew Billy wouldn’t deny giving her what she wanted.

“Then why are you fighting it so hard?” He asked her, moving in even closer to her. She felt everything leave her. Her thoughts were tangled, fighting all of her morals as she felt her face creeping closer towards his.

“I’m not- I’m not fighting,” She whispered quietly as she looked across his features, “This is just wrong.” She mumbled slowly, under her breath. He pulled her up on her side, holding her close to him. Her body pressed against him left her even more nervous than she thought was possible.

She realized she really liked the way his nose looked and resisted the urge to pull her hand away and poke the soft part of it.

“Tell me you want me to stop then,” He muttered as he cupped her chin in his hand. His forehead was so close to hers that his blonde curls were tickling the skin on her skin, “Tell me that you don’t want this.”

She tried to remember why it was wrong, all of the reasons swimming around her mind. Nothing came forehead as he leaned down, pressing his lips onto hers.

She had only kissed one guy before, a few brief seconds and little pecks that used to leave her stomach fluttering.

This was different, so much more than what she ever thought was possible. His lips moved against hers urgently, like he was starving, and she would be his last meal. Her hands moved to the back of his neck, trying to keep up with his movements as his lips kept moving against hers.

She wasn’t sure if she was a good kisser, her movements felt rougher and sloppier against his. His rough hands gripped her soft skin so tightly she thought he would crush her. Not that she minded at the moment.

She pulled away from him quickly, filling her lungs with air as she stared at the trail of spit that connected between their lips. She felt embarrassed as she wiped at her mouth, trying to ignore how swollen her lips felt.

She wondered how he was able to regain his breath so quickly as he swooped in again, kissing her so passionately that she fell back onto her pillows. His hand snaked around her waist as he held onto her face with the other one.

She was curious as to why it felt so good to kiss her brother if it was so wrong.

Her hands cupped the back of his head, linking her fingers between his blonde curls as he snaked his tongue inside her mouth. A soft moan left her chest as his large thigh moved between her legs. Her whole body was tingling and burning. She felt her panties growing damp as she resisted the urge to rock herself against his thigh.

She wanted Billy. She wanted him more than she wanted anything else in her life. Even if it meant that everything about their relationship would be flipped around and messed up. She was too far gone to worry about the repercussions of what it would mean later.

“Teach me,” She whispered when they pulled apart again, watching as his eyes flicked over her face. He analyzed her as her heartbeat in her chest, “You told me to ask you. Please teach me.”

She had never desired anything more in her life. She thought about the video, what it would feel like to feel him between her legs. She wanted his hands all over her, to leave behind a trail of flames as he moved against her.

His lips grew into a smirk, as his thumb reached up to trace her bottom lip. She was sure she looked like a desperate mess at the moment. Everything he did was sending her into a haze that she was unsure she’d come out of.

A squeal left her mouth as he licked at her lips. She looked at him surprised as he moved his face away from hers. She thought she would have felt disgusted but was turned on more than anything.

“Billy,” She watched as he sat up a bit, pulling away from her. Panic wrecked into her. Has this been a joke all along? Was he leaving? She gulped hard, “What are you-?” She couldn’t finish her sentence as he looked back down at her.

“I thought you wanted me to teach you. Do you want me to stop?” He asked in a playful tone looking very devious. She shook her head no, bashfully, watching as his thick fingers pulled her shorts down her thighs.

Flames licked at her face as she realized he was going to be seeing her naked. She tried to calm herself, repeating that being in underwear was just like being in her bikini.

Everything was on fire and no matter how loud her thoughts kept screaming that this was wrong, she didn’t want it to stop. Her gaze never left his as she raised her hips softly letting him pull them down her long legs before discarding them to the side of the bed. His eyes flicked to her panties and then he smirked.

“Slutty,” He teased, referencing the white material that was patched with hearts. She rolled her eyes, unsure if her face could grow anymore red. She wondered if there was a wet spot and if he noticed it. She could barely hear him over the sound of her own heart, “Fits you well.” He whispered, placing a chaste kiss to her knees. Everything he did seemed to travel straight to her core.

“Shut up,” She huffed but could feel the smile growing on her face. His fingers traced the band of her panties before helping her lift her hips and slid them down. Kim looked anywhere but at him.

She didn’t want to see his reaction. She had never been this exposed before and didn’t know what to expect. The cool air licked her exposed legs, and she could feel his eyes staring into her skin as she stared up at the ceiling and tried to ignore the sensation of his eyes on her.

His hand gripped her chin as he made her look back at him. Billy's pupils were wider than usual, desire licking in his eyes as he held onto her chin. She watched as he looked at her intensely before placing his hands on her waist, sliding them up under her shirt before pulling it over her head.

She was nervous, but she also liked the way his eyes slid over her body and drank her in. She felt herself growing more excited as she sat forward and unhooked her bra, letting it fall down her arms before discarding it with her other clothes.

Part of her was still screaming that this was wrong, this was her brother. She shouldn’t be doing anything like this with him.

The other part of her didn’t care anymore.

Here she sat, naked, as Billy drank her in. She felt like a helpless bunny, and he was a starving wolf.

She resisted the urge to play with her hair, instead tracing the flowers on her blanket to keep her hands busy as she was unsure of what to do with herself. She watched Billy flick his tongue across his bottom lip, a smirk growing.

“Pretty,” He spoke up after a moment of looking her over, examining every inch of her skin. She blushed at the kind word, before feeling his lips brush against her shoulder, “I wonder how good you taste.”

She shivered at the feeling of his lips peppering over her skin, a soft giggle escaping her lips as he sucked on her skin. She pulled her thighs together, taking in his words.

On the video it looked exciting, seeing how excited it had made the woman on screen. She wondered if it felt that good. She didn’t know how to answer his question, feeling naive.

“Tickles,” She panted out, listening as he chuckled and kissed up her neck until he was at her jawline and kept trailing until he kissed towards the corner of her mouth. She moved forward and kissed him, enjoying how well his lips molded against her.

His lips trailed down her body as he still had his thigh between hers. She tried not to moan at the feeling of his rough jeans rubbing against her most sensitive area. She exhaled slowly as his rough hands cupped her breasts, his thumb brushing across the nipple.

She moaned out as his wet mouth cupped over the nipple, sending jolts down to her core. She couldn’t believe she was trapped under him, naked and feeling better than she ever had before. He shifted his body down lower, his eyes captivating hers as he began to kiss down her navel, her hands shaking in anticipation.

His hands slid up her legs slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps where he touched. His fingertips slowly brushed her inner thighs before pushing her legs further apart. She felt even more exposed. Kim could feel the stretch burning softly, but she ignored it as she felt his fingers rub against her clit.

She jumped suddenly, not expecting the movement or how good it would feel. It was like her whole body lit up in sparks and she could feel herself growing wet from the anticipation.

“Billy,” She gasped as she finally found the courage to meet his eye again. He just winked at her as he slowly rubbed his middle finger around her clit, making the moans slide out between her lips.

She watched as he pulled his fingers back and examined the wetness dripping off of them. His eyes flickered back up towards her as he took them in his mouth, sucking her slick off of his digits. She gulped hard, trying to ignore the feelings arising in her chest. She wondered if it would be easier to close her eyes.

“Have you ever touched yourself before?” He questioned huskily, using another finger to slide her slick around and caress her folds. She shivered when his finger brushed against her entrance.

“N-not really,” She panted out, her hips moving on their own to grind up against his middle digit. She didn’t think her pillow counted. She had tried before in the shower, but it always hurt and she was fearful that she would be caught somehow. Her hands curled into fists as she gripped the bed sheets, trying to soak up the feeling as best as she could. He licked his lips.

“Good.” He whispered so quietly that she wasn’t sure if he had said anything or not. A grumble left her lips as she felt him pull away. That was until she felt him moving so that his head was placed between her legs. She was sure her eyes were the size of saucers.

He looked utterly seductive with his head between her thighs, a smug look plastered on his face. She didn’t even get the chance to ask what he was doing before she watched him stick his tongue out and lick the length of her pussy.

Oh. oh .

Her head fell back against her pillows, red hair swooping down in lazy ringlets as moans poured out of her open lips. She was sure this was what heaven was like. Every swipe of Billy's tongue left her craving more. It was all too much for her, but not enough at the same time.

She was thankful no one else was home, for she was sure you could hear her moans throughout the house. She knew then that the girl in the video wasn’t lying, it really did feel that good.

Her hands soon found his blonde curls as she felt her hips grinding against his tongue, chasing the feeling that was building inside of her. Her body was warm, but her nipples grew hard against the cold air that filled the room.

She heard him mumble something but was too blissed out to ask him to repeat what he said. He moved one of his hands and she thought he may shoo her hands away, however, reached up to grip her breast instead. He began to knead it before finding the nipple and pinching softly, sending a small wave down to her core and she felt her whimpers growing more intense.

His finger slowly pushed into her entrance, stretching her out. She willed herself to relax, trying to wiggle his finger in as slowly as possible. She clenched her eyes shut, her thighs trembling as he moved his finger inside her slowly.

It was hard to concentrate on the pain when his wet tongue felt so good.

She gaped in awe when his digit began to feel good inside her, moaning as his finger curled up and began to thrust up. She was moving her hips widely at this point, trying to grind up on his mouth and finger at the same time.

She couldn’t tell which was louder, the sounds leaving her mouth or the way he was eating her out. She was too far gone to care about how disgustingly hot it all sounded. The way he was licking and sucking on her pussy left her begging for more as her fingers pulled at his hair.

“Billy-” She whimpered, biting on her lip, the feeling of her release becoming all too much for her,” I can’t-” She panted, feeling a bead of sweat drip down the back of her neck. His finger moved inside her faster.

She felt the pleasure snap inside her as his tongue flicked and sucked over her clit, soaking up her pussy as she couldn’t help but move against his face. Her thighs shook and tried to snap together as she tugged on his hair, willing him to come closer at the same time.

He simply stayed put, using his free hand to keep her thighs apart and her legs spread as he licked up her cum, letting himself savor the taste of her.

Kim could feel her legs still shaking when she finally came down from her high, adjusting herself on her elbows again as she looked down at him. Billy peppered a few kisses along her thighs as he looked up to meet her gaze.

His hair was messy and knotted, cheeks flushed, and lips were red and glistening. He never looked so good, and she could feel the similar feeling grow inside of her as she watched him. His hands cupped her face again as he knelt between her legs, pulling her in for a soft kiss. She tried not to focus on how she could taste herself on his tongue.

His lips pressed over her neck, her jaw, anywhere he could get. Her heart fluttered as his large hands cupped her body.

The little voice inside her head was growing louder, reminding her of what she had just done. How wrong this was, how sinful.

Kim didn’t care.

She clung to him as she felt her body relaxing after her eyes, lifting her eyes to meet his gaze as he continued to nip at her skin.

“You did good,” He whispered as his nose brushed against hers. She could feel the sense of pride rising in her chest, loving the way he spoke highly of her, “So good and just for me.” He pulled her to him as she began to relax, soaking up the heat from his touch.

She felt like she could lay here forever, she realized, letting him hold her in his arms as her mind relaxed under his touch.

She knew then that she was a goner. Whatever they had in the past was gone, their whole relationship changed.

They could never go back to what they were.

Next Chapter

#Billy Hargrove #Billy Hargrove smut #Billy Hargrove x oc #billy hargrove x original character #billy hargrove x female reader #Billy Hargrove stepcest #tw stepcest #Stepcest

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I just sort of want to get this out of my head so I can move onto other things, but I don't think Lilith is going to be what we expect her to be. Barring everything Vizzie previously stated about the Morningstar family, I just have this gut feeling she's not the big bad.

Lilith may be antagonistic at first, maybe not who knows at this point, but I don't think she's the problem that Sera seems so afraid of. Especially with how Lute approaches her at the beach, that is not someone who is afraid of Lilith. She insulted her daughter by calling her a brat, and made demands out of her.

I know there are theories about Alastor and Lilith being in cahoots together because of them disappearing at the same time, and Alastor's attitude towards Lucifer. A lot of people think Lilith has Alastor on a leash, but correlation is not causation. I strongly believe Alastor just didn't like a stronger and more influential figure popping up at the hotel, what he considers his territory. Alastor is a grade-a-narc, and he likes to pick fights with bigger male authority figures to secure his place in their world.

In the finale, Alastor was distressed about his deal, possibly forcing him to stay at the hotel even though now it nearly got him killed. He wants out, but he’s scared of whatever or whoever has him, to the point he’s second guessing if there is even a way out at all. From here we see a very peculiar motif. These red eyes. Both in his tower (which don't appear anywhere else in the hotel), and his shield.

These eyes are literally everywhere, and in the beginning animatic we see that these eyes represent the pit” or Hell. They show up the minute Charlie mentions that a great black pit opened up, which her parents were then thrown into as punishment for allowing Evil to take hold of earth. Lilith and Lucifer are cast into these eyes. I know there is a theory that these are associated with Lilith, but I don't think so. I think they’re just representative of Hell itself, or the entity of Evil itself. Motifs are a BIG thing in Hazbin, everyone has one, especially the Morningstars.

The motifs we know about Lilith are what we've physically seen so far. We know she inspired Hell through her music (which seems like a Morningstar habit honestly, they all do this). Charlie as a baby has music notes on her dress.

The animatic in the beginning story shows Lilith with her music notes, as well as Charlie calling it back in her song " Happy Day in Hell". Then, after being shown Lilith and her music notes, then eyes show up at the bottom with the city of hell being created.

Lucifer also has a call back to eyes since angels have many many eyes in their forms, especially Seraphim. However, his motifs almost always appear in golden yellow, both on his person and in his architecture. The Hotel has many eyes everywhere, but they are all clearly related to Lucifer either by their gold color or his maroon shade of red that's all over the hotel. They're almost always symmetrical in the architecture as well, while the hell eyes are more misshapen.

*Which side tangent, but it's very clear this Hotel used to belong to the Morningstars before it was abandoned and Charlie took up residence. It's dilapidated, heavily, to the point Charlie was willing to let Alastor in to help liven it up a little. Per the large circus imagery, I think it's safe to say it was Lucifer’s, for one reason or another, which is interesting.*

Anyway, these Hell eyes are red, always. And Eve is very heavily associated with the color red in the very little amount we get to see of her.

Even Lilith is standing outside the aura of red that surrounds Eve, Lucifer, and the Apples.

Charlie's main motif seems to be hearts, and it's also shared with her father as he has a heart in his tail just like Charlies.

What we know about Lilith is second hand, but I think it's fair to say Charlie would know her mother better than anyone (minus Lucifer obviously). Charlie says her mother loved her kingdom, and she passed that passion onto her daughter. So whatever is happening with Lilith I believe has to do strictly with the exterminations and that only. A bargain, a willing prisoner, a tired and hopeless queen that’s done with it all? Who knows, but I don’t think she has anything to do with Alastor's whole ordeal, nor the enormous threat to Heaven as Sera talks about.

I don’t know if it's Eve, or some other force, but I think Alastor is way more in over his head than making deals with Hell’s love struck family. I think he’s doing deeds on behalf of a much larger universal evil that’s present throughout all of hell. We know in the beginning that Evil existed before the creation of Eden, we see a creepy representation of it in the beginning standing next to “Good”. Good and Evil have been at war for eons. This force was itching to get its blood red hands on Earth, and so just maybe it also wants a piece of Heaven.

Alastor wasn’t sent to the hotel to check up on Lilith’s daughter. I think he was sent to have the best chance anyone could at getting a foot into Heaven. We have to remember Charlie is Lucifer’s daughter, the King of Hell that still has connections to Heaven. Enough to get a meeting for his daughter. No one knows what gets a soul into Heaven, and considering how messed up Adam was, it may not even have to be real or mean anything. Charlie wouldn’t take Alastor that first time, because she didn’t owe him anything. Now she does, per their deal after her failed negotiations. As long as none gets hurt, but having her let him join along for their next holy vacation or something similar would fit that criteria.

Sir Pentious making it to Heaven would send Sera into a panic. I doubt she wants sinners, people that have been touched by evil, barging through the gates into Heaven redeemed or not. Clearly by her face, she’s distressed. Sera doesn’t want a war with Hell, because of what is in Hell. Evil has never had a better opportunity to corrupt the incorruptible than it does with an army of demons and a deluded Princess with dreams. Just like her father.

So I don't think Lilith is the villain. A small one, maybe, but Lucifer still wears his ring and Charlie speaks the world of her. She looked happy in her portraits with her family, and I don’t doubt she’d do anything to protect them, but that’s an entirely different argument. No, I think Lilith exists to distract everyone from what is lurking underneath. Lilith and Alastor might have disappeared at the same time due to a similar cause, but I don’t believe it's because Lilith initiated a deal with him. Alastor was lured into a deal with a much larger threat, the same threat that concerned Sera enough to start the exterminations in the first place, that might have also triggered Lilith’s involvement.

Of course this is all speculation, and there really is no solid proof, but I just need this written and pushed away from me so I can move onto other thoughts. I know there was, or may be a character called Roo, but I try not to involve older concepts or ideas since so many things can change when the final scripts and show are done. I'm just going off strictly what we have seen straight in the show.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel theory #lilith morningstar #this was hastily written and I'm perpetually tired #so don't mind the spelling or possible incoherent rambling

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Then How About I Place This Kiss On Your Lips~?

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∘ I AM ONCE AGAIN BACK PROJECTING MY FIXATIONS ONTO THIS SILLY ASS APP!!! (me trying to rack my brain doing my very best to post more often) . . . LOADING . . . ₓ Vanitas x Reader \\ vanitas being the flirt he is & flirting with reader ~ ˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ this is a . . . FLUFF !!! ༄ؘ ˑ TW + info : no trigger warnings again this time! though i had this idea in mind for quite a while and my fixation for csov has died down a bit over the past few weeks, i still intend on hoping i can do this to the best of my ability! since ofc this takes place in paris i tried my best to actually correlate locations that are actually in paris yet trying to stay time accurate too!! WORD COUNT : 1915

The moment your head hits the soft cotton pillow placed neatly on your bed, it can take all of mere seconds for you to drift off into your bittersweet sleep. The lovely feeling of being able to finally rest after going through the many experiences that come with each passing day. Yet, the aching feeling of what the world might bring you the next day, what if you simply aren't ready to face it? The moment you finally begin to drift into slumber, you can't help but consider that as the ambiance outside lulls you to sleep. Just as every night, you were once again drifted away into your slumber, unaware of how much time has passed.

"Morning sleepyhead~"

You are suddenly broken away from your sleep, being the light sleeper you are, the voice speaking suddenly makes your eyes shoot open. Quite shocked, you shoot up and look towards your windowsill which you tend you leave open at night. Other than maybe a bird or two sitting on it, you lived a fair distance away from the ground so it wouldn't be like someone could get in. Unless well, it was the person that you realized was the one that had startled you awake, Vanitas. Still groggy, you seem to give yourself a second before saying anything to let your body adjust to being awake.

"Vanitas? What are you doing here at this hour... it's quite early in the morning" You don't seem upset or annoyed but sure as hell not very pleased to be woken up so suddenly. Vanitas proceeds to give you one of his signature smirks which would only be followed by a tease.

"Well well, isn't someone fiesty this morning~ it's not even that early. Get ready y/n, cause I've decided we are going out on an adventure today! Your's truly thought that taking you around to places would be quite fun, so go ahead and get ready! And make it fast~" Without even waiting for your response, he then shuts your window and proceeds to sit on your roof, knowing you probably couldn't say no and would proceed to reluctantly follow along with his plans.

That you did. Unable to have much of a say to your close friend that had a habit of sporadically asking you to go out and do things. You did love doing it though so I guess it's a good trade for not being able to decline the request. After finally clothing and grooming yourself, you opened up your window motioning for Vanitas, who was still sitting quite comfortably on your roof to enter. As he begins to make his way into your small apartment, you fetch a satchel of yours before turning back to face him.

"My my my well isn't someone dressing to impress today! I wouldn't say this is all that special of an occasion but do you look quite divine." You hide your face slightly to avoid Vanitas' striking blue eyes from seeing your slightly reddened cheeks. He can't help but let out a tiny chuckle. "Ready to leave y/n?"

"Well we can't just stand around here, so I suppose so!" You both make your way for the rooms exit, you then realized you can't just set foot outside without any clear direction as of where to go you'd think to yourself. "Where are we even heading to first Vanitas?"

"Well, I'm glad you asked! I suppose on our little expedition, a nice refreshing drink or something to snack on wouldn't hurt..." He then hesitates, probably thinking of where to go for those desired items is what you assume. "Perfect! Y/n, we're off to Le Procope, I've been meaning to stop by there and try something nice." Vanitas of course as always giving you a split second to even register what you said grabs your hand to turn you in the correct direction.

As strange as it would seem to go to such a fine dining place especially at this time of day, it would certainly not be a plan you had expected. But, you choose to trust Vanitas here and just follow his lead. "He seems quite happy to be doing this", you think to yourself subconsciously smiling at the thought that Vanitas could already be enjoying this though this outing just began. The chatter of everyone surrounding you, the clacking sounds of horses towing people around on their daily commutes, all the sounds around you had left you so entranced that the sudden voice of Vanitas caught you off guard.

"Earth to Y/n! We're almost there, it would be pretty annoying if I lost you out here so you better pay attention to where you're going, we're here anyway."

You are snapped back to reality and realize that you are now in front of the quite famous historical cafe, Le Procope. Though you've lived in Paris for a few years now, you often just choose to stay in the comfort of your own home either researching or you'd go out occasionally just to see nice views to sketch in your notebook. Keeping that in mind, you let your eyes drag their view across the look of the place. "This place is beautiful!" You look quite excited, which can't help but make Vanitas smile a bit.

"Well yes of course, I'm still shocked you haven't even been here before y/n. It's like you live under a rock or something! Now then, let's head inside." He leads you inside as he opens the door for you, you are both greeted by the staff and given a table to sit at. It just happens that you are both placed right next to a window, which gives a nice scenic view of the busy street outside.

You turn to your friend, "Hey Vanitas, why did you take me here anyway? Usually when you "whisk me away" on another outing like this we usually go somewhere less fancy. Is this a special occasion?"

Vanitas let's out a slight laugh in response, "Well y/n a nice trip to a cafe every once in a while wouldn't hurt! I've been meaning to come here again, and well.." You notice that same smirk again, what is he going to say now... "You actually look quite splendid today y/n, so I thought it would be fitting to take you somewhere nice too."

"That little bastard." You think to yourself as you literally can't hide how flustered that got you. Even if you may have the slightest; well slightest is what you like to tell yourself bit of romantic attraction for him, you can't help but fall to shambles at times even if Vanitas were to give you the simplest compliment. Your flustered train of thought is suddenly caught off by that little tease across the table from you,

"What's the matter y/n, cat got your tongue~?" You look at him taken aback slightly.

"What- no?! I just didn't know what to say. Thank you- I appreciate the compliment." You say whatever words you can muster up. You are simply left defenseless to Vanitas's playful flirting.

To avoid a potential awkward silence, you bring up a topic which then turns into a whole discussion. You tend to often notice that any discussions or debates that you have with Vanitas seem to be quite eventful, seeing as both have quit the different outlooks on things you may both be interested in. Whether it would be Vanitas insisting whatever he says is correct or questioning your viewings on the many affairs the world currently has to offer. Your exceeding interests in Vanitas's thought process even became overwhelming at times, and you couldn't help but ask him for more information. Some things he'd choose to then elaborate on, others not so much.

Through all of your chatter, which included you two eating as well, a few hours had managed to pass by. It was finally going into mid afternoon, so you and Vanitas decided to take your leave and venture to the next spot. Once again, Vanitas chooses to use his "special" set of words simply meant to poke fun at you some more.

"Well then my belladonna, a trip to Parc Montsouris would be nice. I think seeing the fireworks this evening would be a lovely pass time. What do you think?" He suggests, expecting you to give it some thought.

Knowing such a situation would only play at your heartstrings more and more by the second, you begin to hesitate thinking that might not be the best idea. But then again... this could be the next idea for a new sketch of yours. "Who's to say that Vanitas would even reciprocate such feelings towards me? I suppose it wouldn't hurt just going anyway. His same old flirty self may be hard to see through, but seeing what could happen would be quite nice." After collecting your thoughts, you simply nod in response which prompts Vanitas to bring forth the journey. Though of course, a slight complaint of course as the journey continued ensued. It being a simple "If I had realized how much walking this was going to take I would have just gone back to your apartment!" You simply laugh it off though as you both arrive, the sun now beginning to set. The colorful hues would hit Vanitas face, which you couldn't help but simply smile seeing how pretty it looked. That smile Vanitas happened to be noticed by Vanitas,

"Is something the matter y/n?"

Caught off guard you quickly shake your head and just respond with a flustered "Nothing! I must have gotten lost in thought again." You laugh it off as you both reach the location. As the love sights of nature surround you both, Vanitas proceeds to grab you and rush you over to a spot a bit far back in the park, completely empty as opposed to the main areas filled with people with the same intention to watch the firework show.

"This is a little place I like to call 'The Secret Garden'. People tend to be so annoying at times when I'm down there, so I like to come here when I need to relax. Come on y/n, I think the show is about to start! I'd probably end up blaming you if we missed it~"

You quickly walk up to Vanitas to reach the perfect position to watch the fireworks, confused why he would go to such lengths for you to see some fireworks, you can't help but ponder why. You then decide to ask.

"Vanitas, why are you doing all this for me? I do appreciate this incredibly yes, but it seems so different of you to do something like this with me this time, it feels different..."

That damn smirk again.

"Well when someone has feelings for you and you reciprocate them you obviously do something nice, duh!"

"What." That's all that can possibly run through your head. Did you make it that obvious? You are frozen in place, unaware that he would confront you so suddenly.

Vanitas lets out a short chuckle, "Aw, out of things to say y/n~? Let's see... then how about I place a kiss on your lips~"

In the blink of an eye, the shorter man's tender lips met your own, as the crackling sound of a pulsing light reaches the air, exploding into different arrays of colors. In your shocked state, you can only compose the thought, "I suppose, this is perfect"

#case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vanitas #vanitas x reader #vanitas x y/n #vnc fanfic #vnc vanitas #vnc x reader #vnc x you #vnc x y/n #idk if this is ooc

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Only The Elite; hinata shoyo

chapter one; birthday girl

notes; fem reader btw not sure if i specified that im so sorry. omg first chappy heheh so happy! if you haven’t read the prologue as it just adjusts you to the dynamics quite early on but if you really don’t then it’s ok! 1.9k words

PROLOGUE - NEXT

“hey birthday girl!” tooru warmly smiled as you opened the door, stretching his long arms out to hug you tightly.

“thanks baby, everyone’s already in the dining hall.” you sighed, a small smile on you face as you accepted the hug since it almost dissolved all your stress.

keyword’s almost.

birthdays in hiroo are a big thing, it was the biggest events of the year and it was an expectation that no matter when your birthday was, it would be a big fucking bang. it’s a competition, whoever had the most controversy during their birthday won that year. there would be award ceremonies at the end of the year and all.

last year, eita won as he managed to get a tiger loose in his house who bit hajime’s dad. there is still a little tension between them about it till this day.

so yeah, in short, you were stressed as fuck. your maid, precious, has seen this and aided you in organising, she truly was your favourite.

“alright, let’s go.” tooru held onto your hand and dragged your lethargic body to the dining room, which took forever considering your house is massive.

“awe look at y/n and her prince charming!” koutarou teased as he saw you two walking into the dining room.

“would i ever leave a damsel in distress?” tooru smiled as he pulled your body towards him, draping his arms around you lazily.

“erm excuse me? i could literally buy and sell your company.” you rolled your eyes jokingly, folding your arms.

“yeah, just keep quiet after that.” hajime chuckled, taking a gulp of his whisky.

“you need to stop drinking before you comment on anyone else!” tooru huffed childishly.

“fuck off tooru, you’re just mad that i could buy and sell your company also.” hajime gloated, leaning back in his chair as he was satisfied with tooru’s angered expression.

tooru stomped to his chair childishly, refusing to comment any further, this made everyone chuckle at tooru’s antics.

“moving on from this big baby, everyone has their clothes?”

“yes y/n.” everyone said all together annoyed as you had asked them this question at least 4 times already.

“you’re way to stressed, listen, all the maids are dealing with everything. all you need to focus on is making that pretty face and body even prettier. have you even tried on your dress?” suguru smirked sultrily, shamelessly dragging his eyes across your whole frame.

“ugh, you’re disgusting but you have a point. i’m just nervous about the guest list specifically.” you admitted, taking a chair and sitting down at the table as you sighed.

“why, who did you invite?” kiyoomi asked.

“everyone in hiroo and their parents, problem is, all the parents are pissed at mine for the recent business investment we did.” you groaned.

“what the hell did you guys do now?” kiyoomi questioned once more.

“we announced that we are planning to buy some shitty public school- karasuno, i think it’s called? anyways, long story short, we are buying the school and surrounding area to make it less poverty stricken.” you explained.

“so… gentrification?” koutarou commented.

“i guess, but to be fair that area is ugly anyways, like if i was poor, id be happy people are kicking us out. at least id have an excuse to finally get up and make some fucking money.” you shrugged.

“you’re so unserious.” eita replied, laughing his ass off.

“no wait, i get what she’s saying. love the poor people or whatever but they do need an incentive to start working, you know?” suguru said, laughing along with everyone.

“you guys are mean, where are they supposed to go?” koutarou calmed down from his laughing fit.

“who cares? just get out of my area, ya know?” you smiled.

“anyways, not the point! point is, some parents are now like poverty-activists and are pissed at me.” you sighed for what seemed like the umpteenth time that’s day.

“don’t worry, it will pass over. speaking out against you gets them the most positive attention from the public, they’ll still come and won’t make any havoc.” wakatoshi advised.

wakatoshi talked every once in a blue moon but every time he did, it was like a million dollar movie line that solves all the main characters problems, the wisest man everyone has ever known is wakatoshi.

“i love you, thanks babe. you’re right, i just need to focus on getting ready and praying something controversial happens.” you stood up and dusted off your lounge outfit.

“not like you can beat me but have fun trying.” eita winked at me as he boasted.

“you’re a monster.” hajime stared directly at eita.

“oh my god, let it go! it has literally been a year.” eita rolled his eyes.

“yeah, because it’s not like my dad had to wear crutches for half of that year, you evil beast.” hajime spat out.

“i’m crying.” tooru wheezed out as he continued to cry laughing.

“so was my father when he was viciously attacked.” hajime muttered bitterly.

“yet he was still able to take away free lunches from kindergarten classes? maybe the tiger should’ve went a little harder.” eita stuck his tongue before quickly making a run for it.

“fuck you and your mothers foundation!” hajime yelled out before chasing after eita down the hallway.

“i’m friends with children.” you face palmed while the rest of the table were bursting with laughter.

meanwhile, back in karasuno’s gym, the remaining members of the volleyball team were sat in silence. looking down at the ground and staring off into space while confused with how the future was going to play out for them.

they should be bursting with excitement, they were going to the finals! they were going to compete with top private schools and some even had opportunities to go pro, however all those dreams may be cut short after their recent revelations.

“so, what the hell are we going to do?” yuu disrupted the silence, asking the question that plagued their mind ever since finding out about karasuno being a recent purchase.

“we might have to move to the countryside…” koushi suggested, blinking back his tears as he faced down to the ground.

“no.” shoyos voice was cracking, barely above a whisper.

“sorry?” tobio asked, carelessly letting his tears run down his face.

“i’m not fucking standing for this. what? we have to leave the only place we can afford to go, on student loans mind you, because some fucking pompous fucks want better scenery? taking the fucking piss.” shoyo raised his voice.

“well non of us fucking like it but what the hell do you want us to do? fucking ask them to stop? like they’ll listen to us.” kei responded.

there was a beat of silence before yuu spoke.

“i… i know this is so far fetched but, we have nothing to loose right?” he started, looking around the group to see all their tearful eyes staring at him.

“kei, you’re friends with tetsurō, right?” yuu asked, to which kei nodded his head.

“well, he knows koutarou- as in bokuto koutarou. he could potentially get us invited to y/n’s birthday this afternoon.” yuu suggested.

“is that really going to work? why would they invited some miyagi boys to the y/n l/n’s birthday party?” koushi rebuttaled.

“well, no time like the present to find out.” shoyo spoke up, staring at kei.

kei rolled his eyes before dialing tetsurō’s number and putting him on speaker.

“yo, kei! i never thought you would call me first, so you do love me!” tetsurō chuckled, his booming voice still echoing through the gym despite it being through the phone.

“don’t get it twisted, i just need something from you.” kei rolled his eyes.

“haha, of course! what’s up?”

“i need you to get my team and i invited to y/n’s party.” kei demanded.

“… kindest way possible-“

“i know, we’re dirt poor, but we aren’t there to enjoy ourselves. we need to talk to y/n ourselves.” kei still stood his ground, tetsurō could tell that kei was being dead serious about this and wouldn’t back down without a fight.

“this is about karasuno, right?” tetsurō asked, kei’s hum of affirmation confirmed it.

“i’ll see what i can do, sit tight and let daddy tetsu deal with it!” tetsurō said before ending the call.

“i guess we’ll see.” kei sighed, truthfully he felt quite hopeless. why would they be able to get invites to the party of the year? the media had eyes all over the estate, the party was already making headlines without it even starting.

five minutes go by and they truly have lost hope, until, tetsurō rings back.

kei answered the phone almost immediately.

“you guys are in! ok so the party starts at 5pm and lasts until 1am.” tetsurō cheered.

“how the hell-“

“listen, i don’t know how myself, just enjoy yourselves. but there is a catch.” tetsurō warned.

“of course, go on?” kei sighed, it was expected that there would be a catch.

“only four of you can come, there’s a very strict dress code and… you guys need to bring coke…” tetsurō notified.

“done, that’s not that bad, i didn’t think that they would want us to bring coke to a party though.” shoyo gleamed.

“i know, right? i’m bummed that only four of us can come though.” tobio replied.

“oh my god, you guys are idiots.” kei facepalmed, koushi and tetsurō bursting out laughing in the background.

“he’s talking about crack, the drug that people snort up?” sawamura, whose been silent up until now, lets out a breathy chuckled.

“oh… OH!” shoyo exclaimed as he realised now what everyone was talking about.

“how the hell are we supposed to get that?” tobio questioned, tilting his head slightly to the side in confusion.

“yeah you need around… 20 grams? ok bye gu-“

“no way, you will not be leaving until you have helped us.” kei commanded, tetsurō sighed in response.

“well… my sister knows some people…” ryūnosuke muttered, looking around at everyone.

“fuck, well, what about the dress code?” kei asked tetsurō through the phone.

“the theme is royalty, so you all need to dress like royalty or something of the sort.” tetsurō informs.

“oh my goodness, do you remember last halloween? we all dressed up as kings!” shoyo exclaimed.

“that probably won’t cut it though..” koushi thought, before whipping his head to azumane.

“azu’ you’re a fashion student right?” koushi smirked.

“i- i guess.” azumane meekly replied.

“you can, whip something together for your dear ol’ friends trying to help the school from crumbling, right?” koushi batted his eyelashes at him, flashing a bright smile at him.

“realistically, no, but i know that the department has to have something to do with a royalty theme so i can do some small tailoring to it, that should only take a few hours.” azumane explained.

“seems like you all have it covered, am i allowed to take my leave?” tetsurō sarcastically asked.

“yes.” kei rolled his eyes and slammed his finger on the red button, ending the call.

“i think… i think we are gonna crash the l/n’s.” yuu smiled.

“we are gonna save karasuno!” shoyo laughed, lazily draping his arms over tobio.

“yes we will.” tobio nodded determinedly, high-fiveing shoyo.

but they all knew deep down that it was not going to be this easy, however, they had to stay hopeful. especially for the events that laid ahead of them.

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HI AUBURN!!!!!! dunno if we’re close enough moots for me to req this but could I mayhaps enter in Ashi for your 1.8k event?? 😳 (WHICH LIKE. GRATS BTW!!!! THATS CRAYCRAY POP OFF)

🤔 there’s this certain rewrite w her concerning Ghost Marriage so I was wondering if I could get a rewrite where

1.) when Ace barges in, he stops the marriage between her and Eliza instead of Idia and Eliza (and Ace gets EXTRA pissed)

2.) Ashi and Ace playing around w the ghost ring and a fake one

SOME CONTEXT ABOUT THIS EVENT REWRITE;

—Ashi cross dresses and shoots for Eliza right before the final group enters to try and woo her over (cuz she sees all the guys fail and she’s like “yyyeah. watch me pull this ghost lady better than y’all)

—she succeeds actually!!! she woos Eliza over w her W rizz and allows Idia to escape

—Her and Ace previously fool around w the ghost ring; causing a real and fake to get mixed up

—so guess what. she accidentally uses a fake ring instead of the one actually needed 😔 banishing no more

—NOW ASHI’S TRAPPED AND BOUND TO MARRY ELIZA!!!!!! (and Ace is left to blame)

ALSO JUST TO CLARIFY!!!!!! <333 I’d like it to be like....... besties but mutual pining yk 🙏 cuz they’re just besties so far at this stage (Ace is in denial)

NO SWEAT IF THIS IS TOO MUCH BTW!!!! I APPRECIATE IT NONETHELESS <3 gratsgrats again!!!

AAAAA dont worry ashi!!! your oc page is very detailed so i think i can write her right!! at least i hope so ^^" THANK YOU THANK OYU <3333 AAAAA!!!!!!!

thast literally so goofy i love ALL of this LMAO (mutual pining...rubbing my hands together evilly I GOTCHA!!!)

i read that thing about him calling you cherrypie and i think thats the cutest thing :(((( but he calls you goober here since that was on yuor oc page and i thought taht was funny LMAO

AND SINCE WE WERENT MOOTS WHEN YOUR BIRTHDAY WAS AROUND BUT IT WAS RECENT PLEASEE CONSIDER THIS A BIRTHDAY GIFT FROM ME TO YOU <3 i hope you had fun :D !!!

ASHI, ACE, AND THE MARRAIGE VOWS OF DOOM!!! (1.8k details)

Ashi isn’t sure how Ace acquired it (although it most likely came from a visit with Sam) but the grin on his face melts away her concern and leaves a giddy mischief in its place.

“Doesn’t it look just like that ring the Headmage wants to use to send that bride back to her realm?” Ace laughs, twirling it around the tip of his finger, “Can you imagine what would happen if someone were to switch out the rings?”

“Ace, c’mon!” Ashi shakes her head, giggling along with him.

His grin turns wicked, and before Ashi knows it he’s snatched the real ring right out of her pocket. She shrieks for him to give it back, hurling vicious insults such as “meanie” and “stupid,” but Ace doesn’t relent.

“Where is the real ring? I bet you’ll never guess.” he smirks, holding out his closed hands.

His eyebrows are doing that irritating thing he does when he’s feeling a bit too smug.

“You’re a cheater! I bet it’s in your pocket.” Ashi lunges for him, digging her hand into his pocket as Ace jerks away, trying to get her off.

Sure enough, she pulls out the ring with a triumphant “ah ha!” Ace rolls his eyes and makes a big show of huffing about it, but his eyes linger on her radiant smile as she sticks her tongue out at him.

“It’s not like you play fair either, you goober!” he cackles, jerking his arm out to snatch the ring from her hands.

As their hands collide, both rings go soaring through the air and clatter to the floor. Ashi and Ace look over in the direction they landed, only to come to the sinking revelation that neither of them knew which one was which.

“Can you tell which one’s the fake?” Ashi asks, tilting her head.

Ace removes himself from her to confidently saunter over to the rings, scooping them off the ground and flashing them with a smirk.

“Don’t worry goober, I got it. You almost messed things up there, huh? This is totally the fake one.” Ace mocks, flicking Ashi’s nose when he’s made his way back to her and places the real ring in her hand.

“Oh quiet you!” she pinches his cheek, face heating up at the teasing.

Ace rubs his pink cheek and glares, but the glare holds no malice.

Ashi watches in amusement as Idia is thrown to the side, totally blown off by Eliza. Ashi kneels before the bride, arms outstretched as if to accept her. Eliza squeals, rushing towards her “groom” with stars in her eyes. Ashi takes her hand, gently, and gives Eliza the most affectionate look she can.

“It’s an honor to be wed to you, my lady.” Ashi grins, a dazzling smile that makes Eliza swoon in her arms.

The ring slides onto her finger, and...

Nothing happens.

Ashi looks confused but quickly schools her face. Eliza doesn't notice the way her smile falls, and instead swoops Ashi up into her arms and calls for her attendants.

“Please, escort Mr. Tamadai to the dressing rooms! I await our wedding, my darling!” Eliza giggles behind her hand, waving Ashi goodbye.

Footsteps pound on the stone flooring outside the room and Ashi looks at the door with hope. The door flies open with a loud bang, causing all the ghosts to jump out of their nonexistent skin.

Heh.

“Stop the wedding!” Ace yells, pointing an accusatory finger at Eliza, “You! Bride lady! We gotta talk!”

Eliza scoffs, all warmth in her deposition gone as Ace storms up to her with fire in his eyes. Ashi tries to go to him, but the ghosts are keeping such a harsh grip on her arms that it’s starting to hurt.

“Ace!” she yells, and he whips his head around at the sound of her voice.

He turns back to the bride with a clenched jaw and a furrowed brow.

“Listen here, all of you! You can’t just force someone to marry you! Relationships don’t work like that! Ashi doesn’t want to marry you at all! Aren’t the rest of you ashamed? You’re just enabling your princess into feeling even lonelier as the years go on because you’re not letting her let go! You all sound like useless retainers to me!” Ace yells, “Let go of Ashi right now! I’m gonna get this ring on your finger and send you off once and for all!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about! Mr. Tamadai was quite sweet in his courting! He even answered all my questions correctly! He's perfect!” Eliza insists, voice breaking as she speaks.

“Uh, news flash princess!” Ace snaps, “You shouldn’t be picking your prince based on a few questions. How about picking someone you can laugh and cry with? Someone you can share everything with?”

He looks over at Ashi and pauses.

“Someone that makes you feel like you can be something. Even if you know you’re a stupid troublemaker.” he says, voice softer for just a moment before he turns back to the princess, “Have your retainers taught you nothing? It’s embarrassing that I have to spell this out for you, seriously!”

Ashi squirms in the ghost's hold, her cheery smile fading into a frustrated grimace. The rare sight makes Ace’s breath hitch, and his anger only gets more intense.

“Don’t listen to him, princess!” Puffy yells, taking his place next to Eliza, “How dare you say such things! I would fight the world to make sure the princess is happy, you—!”

Ashi gnaws at her lower lip before slipping one of Ace’s stupid cards out of her pocket. Sliding it between her two fingers just like he taught her, she flicks it at Eliza.

The card reaches its mark.

The ghosts restraining her rush to their princess as she yelps out in pain and Ashi beams. It's funny how Ace’s tricks were useful in situations like this, even though all he ever used them for was to target Riddle.

“Princess!” she yells, running towards her, “Wait!”

Eliza shakes off her hovering attendants to gaze upon her groom, a sour pout on her face.

“Listening, I’m not actually a guy. I was dressing the part because my and my homies were trying to save Idia over there.” she points to the boy in question, watching as he shrivels up again at the attention, “But I think you should totally marry Puffy! He seems to really care about ya! And just like Acey said, you’re supposed to find someone you can laugh and cry with right? He was about to fight this whole room for you!”

Eliza stops as if considering what Ashi just said. Ace’s hand circles her wrist, as if ready to run and find cover if the ghosts actually do attack. His subtle concern warms her heart.

“Oh Puffy...I think I’ve finally figured it out.” Eliza turns to her ghostly companion and smiles, eyes full of love, “You’re my prince! My true love!”

“What?!” Ace squawks, but Ashi presses a finger to his lips to shush him.

“Princess...all I’ve ever wanted was to see you smile.” Puffy murmurs, cheeks turning blue, “It’s my dream...my lingering attachment...I just want you to be happy.”

“Oh, Puffy!” Eliza swoons, kissing him without a second thought.

“What just happened?” Ace blinks, absolutely baffled by the display in front of him.

“I dunno, but we should get everyone else out!” Ashi beams as the sound of groans and complaints reach their ears, “It sounds like the curse has been broken!”

As Ashi runs off to help a whining Floyd, Ace puffs up his cheeks and stares.

She looks really pretty in that suit.

#🌺! ashi #auburn's 1.8k event <3 #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #canon x oc #WOW i went overboard #the ashace influence #I HOPE I DID THEM JUSTICE ^^;#mmm i had fun writing ashi!! shes always seen with a smile on her face so i wanted there to be an “oh SHIT” moment when that smile falls #just for a second!!! just so ace can be like “how DARE you make my cherrypie stop smiling!!!” yk taht sort of thing #AND OMG ACE TOTALLY FLICKS CARDS AT RIDDLES HEAD #but yea umm i really hope you like it because im very nervous about how i characterized peoples ocs whaawhawhawha ^^

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