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Fear of being Alone

Disclaimer: All my content is intended to be non-sexual N/SF/W interaction is not appreciated

Spoiler Warning for The Owl House This one I don’t recommend even trying to read without having watched the show. It would be confusing.

Warnings: mentions of fa/tal vore, digestion, and a character briefly contemplating cutting herself open with her claws.

None of these happen (or has happened previously), but warnings about it are still important.

Word Count: 7.7k

AO3

There is a bit more information under this, but after that there’s the story. I’ll explain the title too.

The creature Luz turns into looks like this:

This story I have been really excited about!

Ah heck, edit a day later, because I forgot to mention it for the tags: this was building off the story Luz the Owl Beast. If you want an explanation for the reason I changed the form she takes, you’re going to have to scroll through my blog for a bit.

I hope you all are going to enjoy it, because I loved writing it!

This fic happens entirely in the Owl House!

Oh, and I made her a bit too big... She’s like 5.4 meters (or you know... About 17 feet) from the ground to the tip of her ears... Heh, but she kinda had to be that big because otherwise it didn’t fit with how I described the vore.

Here’s her height compared to Eda and King:

But about the title...

The fear of being alone is called autophobia, but the reason I didn’t call it that is, first of all, it doesn’t make for a good title, and second of all I don’t want to call it a phobia. And I was really struggling with coming up with a title so that was why I picked that. It fits pretty well anyways.

Shoot, I just realized tumblr doesn’t allow more than one space; the formatting should look more pleasing now. The start and end of the story is marked with *** and passage of time is marked with ¨¨

Also, while reading, keep in mind that Luz is 14 years old.

(And that I’m open to criticism over the fact that I write these sorts of fics about The Owl House. Always. If you have a problem with it, please let me know)

***

Luz lay down on her sleeping mat, trying to gather her thoughts, after King had asked her what was wrong. “Every thought I have ever had just disappeared…” She realized, after her head hit the small pillow. “I don’t know… Everything is just… A little overwhelming.”

King stood a few feet away. “Well… I know you well enough that it’s probably not anything that a good dose of revenge would help… so what about a hug?” He tapped his claws against each other, waiting for Luz response.

She sat up again. “Aww, of course! Thank you… Now come over here, you little cutie pie!” She tried her best to sound cheerful, but her voice broke.

King noticed too, but he still jumped up into her arms. “Yes! You’re my best friend! Nothing gets to make my friends sad, or they will feel my wrath!”

Luz smiled; she didn’t actually believe that the demon wanted to hurt anyone. How could such a cute little guy like him do any of that? She wrapped her arms tightly around him. “I love you too, King!” She was glad that the little furry demon had it easier telling her that he viewed her as a best friend. She squeezed him tighter, until she felt him try to wriggle out of her grasp.

“That’s a little too tight!” King squirmed, but Luz was already letting go. “Do you feel better?” He looked up at her with a worried look in his eyes.

She put King down on her lap, before lying down again. “A little bit… But I was thinking about how I’m ever going to get home. And what I’m going to do once I’m there…” She stared up into the ceiling. “You know… Even if I did find another way to get home how could I ever leave this world behind? With you and Eda and all my friends…” That was what was bothering her so much. “And it’s not like I can stay here forever… My mom is going to wonder where I went.” She felt a pang of homesickness. She missed her mom.

King looked at her, but he didn’t say anything. He curled up on her stomach, before he spoke. “I don’t know how that feels.”

Luz patted his head with a gloomy smile. “It’s okay; it’s nice to have someone I know I can talk to.” She put her arms up to her head. “I think I’m going to bed now…” She still had a lot to think about, but she could think about it all another day… “Are you ready for bed too? You always nap.”

King kept his eyes on her, still with that unsure concerned look. “That’s because there’s nothing better than a good nap!” He still seemed a little unsure. “I guess I should move a bit so you can get into your sleep cocoon…”

Luz wrapped her arms around him. “No, I’ll just… sleep without the blanket.” She didn’t want King to move. She knew he was only moving a few feet away, but she needed someone to be close to her. “Please stay…” It wouldn’t help in the long run, that would take a lot more to figure out, but in the moment it was enough. Someone who could stay by her side.

He seemed a little tense in her arms, but he didn’t make a move to get away from her. “Alright… Goodnight, Luz.”

Luz hugged him closer to her body, “Goodnight, King.”

Having King by her side was enough to calm her down enough not to spend all night worrying about what she was going to do. She quickly fell asleep with the little adorable demon in her arms.

¨¨

She felt strange when she woke up. Something felt off… Not just the lack of King in her arms, but her body itself.

Her eyelids felt heavy, as she tried to open them, not really wanting to get up yet. But they shot the rest of the way open, when she noticed how tiny her room seemed. She tried to sit up, but her body wouldn’t allow her to. Not that she couldn’t move at all, but her body didn’t want to bend that way.

“Huh?” was what she tried to say, but it came out like a strange catlike squeak.

Okay, now it was really time to panic; what was going on?

She rolled over on her stomach, looking down at her arms. Or… what had replaced her arms. The fur on her strange armlike legs was the same color as her skin.

She tried to spring up on her legs, but it looked more like a strange spasm, before she let out a loud panicked yowl. What is happening?! She couldn’t figure out how to use her legs, but she seemed to have turned into some sort of giant quadruped.

Just as she thought it couldn’t get any more confusing; she realized there was a large pair of wings on her back. She had wings… What exactly was going on?

She rolled over on her stomach, staring at her strange lightly pawlike hands. She kept staring into her hands wondering where her nails where, before a realization hit her. I have to have retractable claws. She flexed her fingers, instantly seeing the claws pop out.

Slowly pushing herself up on her legs, she looked over the rest of her body, making all the fur on her body puff out. Her wings were massive, if she stood in the middle of the room and spread them out, she could definitely touch both walls at once. Her hindlegs ended in birdlike talons, unlike her front legs, and her body itself was massive covered in dark fur the same color as her hair with purplish pink stripes.

Her body looked too much like a cat and, judging by her lack of a snout, her face was still human. It made her fur prickle uncomfortably at the idea of what she had turned into. She really didn’t want to see herself in a mirror.

She shook her head, before hesitantly stretched out a wing, immediately loosing balance. She hissed out in pain; her feathers bent the wrong way when she hit the floor. She would never had thought wings were so sensitive.

She whined, trying to straighten her feathers by flapping both her wings. They fell back into place after a couple flaps. She let out a sigh of relief; that felt way better.

She took a few steps around the room. That was easy enough. She turned around to look at the door to her room. It felt a little small compared to her, but she could easily get through, if she wanted.

She looked around the room, wondering where King had gone. The little demon was nowhere in sight. She felt hurt, but if she had woken up next the form she had taken; she would probably have fled too. She still wanted to find him. Or Eda… Maybe Eda would know what to do? She had been turned into a big winged monster before too. The only problem would be that she didn’t remember what happened when she was in that form…

She crouched down to crawl under the door, her wings quivering anxiously. I have to find King… She wanted her buddy close her again…

Her body felt way too big, as she walked down the hallway to Eda’s room. She shook herself, trying to get her fur to lay down again. It was unnerving to be so big.

She noticed the door was ajar when she got to it.

As she suspected; they were all in the room. Both Eda and King, but Lilith was there too. King clung to Eda unsurely, while Lilith and Eda watched her, as if they were trying to figure out the best course of action.

Since her suspicion about King telling them was right, there wouldn’t be much to worry about, as long as she didn’t seem dangerous. Her keeping a bit of distance would probably be enough. She sat down, waiting to see how they reacted to her.

King was the first to relax, letting go of Eda’s leg. “Hey, I don’t think Luz wants to hurt us!” He shouted excitedly. He was about to run up to Luz, when Eda grabbed him. “Weh?!”

Eda still eyed Luz suspiciously. “Just wait a moment, King, I want to make sure she’s safe to be around.” She let go of him. “Stay there.”

King stomped his foot. “No! Eda, I…” He seemed to think over his reply. “I have seen you when you were the owl beast; Luz isn’t going to hurt us, despite her looking different!” He scurried up to Luz, before Eda could grab him again. “Isn’t that right, Luz?” He patted her leg with one of his little paws.

Luz let out a soft rumbling meow as a response. That’s right! She would never hurt her friends! I was just looking for you! She lay down, grabbing King to bring him closer to her. She wanted to cuddle the adorable guy, like she had done before she fell asleep, immediately pushing him close to her chest. His horn pinched a bit, but not enough to really hurt her. I need to hold him closer… She thought, pulling him into a tighter hug.

His smell was weirdly pleasant, in a way that it wasn’t exactly a good scent, but it reminded her of something pleasant. Like the day from her childhood when she first got to hold a cat… He smelled comfortable and warm, exactly like a friend should smell.

Luz looked up when she heard the shuffling of Eda’s slippers as she stepped closer. Her brow was furrowed as she spoke. “What happened to you…?” She placed a hand on top of Luz’s paw. She remained quiet, as she thought. Her eyes widened, withdrawing her hand.

Luz wasn’t sure what her mentor was thinking, but she was clearly distressed. What’s wrong? thought Luz, tilting her head to the side. She didn’t realize, but a slow deep purr was building up in her in an attempt to calm the witch down.

Eda turned away from Luz and towards her sister. “Lily, we need to figure out what happened to Luz!”

Luz looked up at her too; the witch took a step back. “But it’s the middle of the night! Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”

Eda got up on her feet from her crouched position. “But what if it’s a curse?” She crossed her arms, staring her sister down. “Do you remember how it went when you kept putting off my curse?” Luz held King close to her, feeling the uncomfortable tension in the room. “Either way; you owe my kid for what you did to her! You nearly killed her!”

Lilith glared back. “That’s not why I’m putting it off! Firstly, I doubt we’re are going to know where to look without thinking it through! And secondly, waiting until we can think logically about it is the best option!” Lilith’s glare disappeared after a second. “I promise I’ll help you figure out what’s wrong with your student tomorrow, but it’s better to get some rest.”

Eda lowered her arms. “I guess you have a point…” She turned back around to look at Luz. “Luz, will you be fine on your own?”

Luz tilted her head, mewing at her. Why should I be on my own?

Eda rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I really wish you could talk right now… Did you understand me?”

Luz moved King a bit, before she nodded.

Eda sighed, “so what are you asking me?”

King moved in her grasp. “Uh, Eda, I think I know what the problem is…” Luz pushed King back against her body.

It only took one look for Eda to realize what was happening. “Luz doesn’t want to be alone.” She walked back over to Luz, before she crouched down. “Look, I understand that you would probably feel better if you had someone to stay around you, but you know firsthand how violent I could be when I transformed…” she placed a hand on Luz’s arm. “If this is a curse; it’s better if you stay in your room, until we know what to expect.”

Luz shoved King in under herself. She needed someone to stay with her. “No!” Her eyes widened, as she realized she could get a word out. It didn’t quite sound like her, but she got it out.

But Lilith was quick to use a spell to pull King out from under her.

Luz scrambled up on her legs, hissing at her. Don’t take King! Her wings sprung out from her body threateningly; King needed to stay with her. She was about to attack Lilith, but Eda stood in the way.

Her wings trembled, before she tried to scare her mentor away by flapping them in front of her.

But she wasn’t fazed. “Quit it, Luz, this is not up for discussion.”

Luz huffed at her, lowering her wings a little, but as her gaze moved to Lilith, they flared up threateningly again. Give me back King!

Eda looked to her sister, before she looked back at Luz. “You’re not going to threaten my sister!” Eda sighed. “Urgh, I never thought I would be the type of parent to say this…” she pointed to the hall. “Go to your room!”

Eda’s wording caught Luz off guard, making her lower her wings again. Parent? Did Eda just call herself my mom? She took a step back.

Eda seemed embarrassed, but not about calling herself a parent to Luz, when she pointed to the hall again. “You heard me! Go to your room!”

She took another couple steps back, with her ears pressed against her head. Eda didn’t even acknowledge calling herself a parent. I don’t want to be alone… Yet Eda strict stare, and the confusion from Eda saying “parent”, got her to turn around and leave. I just wanted King with me… Maybe it’s better not to be so selfish. Luz didn’t want to hurt King on accident, and Eda was right; they didn’t know if she was dangerous.

She slowly trudged to her own room, her head hanging low.

¨¨

Her sleeping mat was way too tiny for her new giant form. She glared at it, knowing that it wasn’t going to be big enough for her from just a glance.

Even after adding a couple pillows around it; it was still too small. It was better than nothing. She tried to curl up as much as possible, but it still wasn’t very comfy. It would be better, if I had King with me… She thought grumpily, while trying to snuggle into the pillows.

¨¨

She lay restlessly, continuously shifting around and adjusting the pillows.

Her mind was racing with thoughts. Eda calling herself her mom… What was she going to make of that? She thought Eda was just calling her kid, because she was inexperienced. Did Eda actually view herself as a parent to her?

Luz hid her face in between her front legs. She didn’t know what to do… She had said herself that they were a family, but facing the fact that Eda viewed her as a daughter was too overwhelming. Especially while she was whatever she had turned into… Her emotions felt stronger than before, if she had been herself, she wouldn’t have tried to attack Lilith. She should probably apologize for that…

She curled together again, after adjusting a pillow. She would figure out what to think of Eda’s words the next day, if she could fall asleep.

But, of course, she never got calm enough to sleep.

She began pacing the room just to calm down after what felt like hours of thinking and shifting pillows. Yet her distress had entirely shifted from Eda, now all she needed was someone to stay with her and she would be good.

Her thoughts fell onto King again. If she could get to him, without Eda or Lilith noticing, then it wouldn’t be a problem anymore…

She sniffed the air, recalling King’s nostalgic smell. She could smell it in the air all around her, but it was faint… Yet, if he was still in the house; Luz could definitely find him. Her sense of smell had improved immensely.

¨¨

She found him in Eda’s room; to her luck Eda completely passed out in her nest, which she still hadn’t replaced with a more normal bed. Or maybe she likes the nest? She shook her head, looking away from Eda. Eda wasn’t awake; all there was left to do was to grab King and leave.

He was lying on top of big pillow that had been brought into the room for him to sleep on.

Luz smiled to herself, stopping herself from making any noises out of happiness. Her body started losing the tenseness that had been building up in it, as she walked over and gently picked King up in her jaws. King was just as heavy a sleeper as usual. He didn’t wake up from Luz carrying him with her to her room.

Her heartbeat was slowing down from the panic she had been feeling just a moment before.

¨¨

She gently put him down on the end of the pillows, making sure not to wake her tiny pal up.

She dragged her tongue over him, before gently hugging him and the pillow close to her body. But she lifted her head after realizing what she did. Did I just lick King? She scratched her tongue against her teeth, disgusted by herself, only to feel the hooks on her tongue getting stuck on her teeth.

Her tongue was hooked like a cat’s.

She stuck it out as far as she could, seeing the tiny spikes protruding from it. Her back prickled in uncomfortableness again, thinking of her catlike body. But that explained the weird feeling in her mouth… Cats lick each other to show affection… Maybe licking King had just been an instinct in her new form? A new way of showing she cared for him? That had been all she wanted to do… to show him that she cared.

She laid her head down on him again. She just wanted to get some sleep… Her worries about everything could, once again, wait. Maybe it wasn’t the healthiest choice to take, but if she used all night thinking about it; she would never get any sleep.

¨¨

“Luz! What in the titan’s name did I tell you?”

Her eyes flew open as she heard Eda’s loud angry voice. Eda was scolding her, why was Eda scolding her? Her paws grasped after where she remembered having held King, but he wasn’t there anymore; he was with Eda. She let out a deep growl. Eda took King!

She felt a surge of rage, before she flung Eda out on the hall and grabbed King. MINE!

Her grip on him tightened, as he shouted at her. “Luz! Let go of me!”

No! She needed to make sure nobody else could get to him; that nobody else could take him from her.

She barely gave it a second thought, before she shoved King into her mouth. HE’S MINE! Nobody would take him from her, if she ate him.

Her mind felt clouded, as she tried to swallow the little demon. She wasn’t herself anymore.

Eda shouted for her sister, but Luz barely acknowledged it. If she was quick enough, she could probably get King down, before she could make it into the room. But he was harder to swallow than he looked…

He screamed in a panic, as he squirmed. “Spit me out!” His unbroken horn poked her mouth irritatingly, but not enough to cut her palate. He jammed his head into the roof of her mouth, but the horn still didn’t poke through anything.

Luz squinted her eyes, as Lilith ran into the room. Her wings spread out in front of her again, trying to keep the two witches away. Go away! She commanded in her head. Don’t take King from me! She backed away with her wings shaking. They were harder to hold like that than they looked.

Not long passed, before Lilith tried to cast the spell from earlier again.

Luz quickly forced King back inside her mouth, shutting her jaws tightly. YOU WON’T GET HIM AGAIN! She could feel the pull of the spell, as she tried to keep her mouth shut. An idea popped into her mind. If I attack her, she can’t continue using the spell.

Luz lowered her wings, immediately pouncing on Lilith and shoving her to the floor roughly. She made sure to keep her arms tightly pressed to her body. Now she wasn’t going to be annoying her anymore…

Luz noticed Eda looking on in terror, in the moment she glanced at her mentor. For a second, she felt bad, but then she remembered how she had taken King from her. Yet she felt a twinge of guilt. Eda must feel powerless… But Luz wasn’t going to hurt King; they would all figure it out in a moment.

She tipped her head up, trying to swallow King again.

King continued to fight against her, but it didn’t help him.

Luz felt the painful scraping of his horns in her throat, as some of him finally slipped down. Her nose wrinkled in discomfort, almost making her spit him back up, but she wouldn’t let the others get him now. He was hers. Her claws came out again, without hurting Lilith, from just the thought of somebody taking her friend away. Nobody gets to take him…

She swallowed again; she could feel how much Lilith was struggling to get out of her grip. Her tail lashed in annoyance. She wasn’t hurting any of them; why was she so panicked? She was careful not to poke her with her claws, so why was she like this?

Luz felt King try to squirm his way back up her throat, but it wasn’t working out well for him. She gulped one more time to get him completely past her mouth. She licked her lips in contentment, despite feeling the rough shape of his horns while he made his way down towards her stomach-like pouch.

She swallowed again to get him down quicker. The faster she got this done; the faster she could let go of Lilith. Once they realized King was safe, there was nothing to worry about.

King quickly disappeared into her chest, and slipped the rest of the way into her pouch. Her body finally relaxed, and she started to feel a bit of herself returning.

Her ears focused on the surprisingly silence in the room, shifting around to try and pick anything up. It had been so noisy just before with screams of frustration and yelling, but now it was completely silent.

She sniffed the air a bit, licking her lips again, her mouth tasted like the faint smell of King. What had just happened didn’t feel completely real to her. It was more like a strange half-dream just before falling asleep.

A scream for help broke the silence, making her jump.

She thought the sound had come from her stomach, but that couldn’t be right. It was King’s scream; why would he be in her stomach? She listened intensely, trying to make sure that the noise wasn’t coming from her belly. But something did seem to be moving in there.

Another panicked shout sounded and her ears immediately pressed down again her head. “Luz, please let me out! I don’t want to die like this!” The noise came from her middle and that was King.

But if King is in my stomach…

Luz’s eyes widened, as she realized what she had just done, backing off Lilith. Why did I think this was a good idea? She began retching immediately, but King’s horn jabbed into her stomach walls. She tried again and again, but the feeling was too painful with her already sore throat.

Her fur stood on end at the thought what she had done. Why did she think this was safe? How could it be? It hadn’t even felt like her own thoughts! What have I done? She stared down into her paws, trying to figure out a way to get King out. I really messed up.

Nobody knew what to do, and Luz resorted to retching again. She couldn’t have killed King! She wasn’t going to let him die! Help! she begged inside her head. She tried to press on her belly, but still nothing happened; King was stuck in there.

She tried to puke him up again and again, but the only thing she was achieving was a stomachache.

Her body began to shake from the constant attempts to vomit the demon back out.

Luz looked down at Eda with pleading eyes, but she knew there was nothing either her or Lilith could do.

King was still somehow squirming around in her stomach, begging for help, but Luz knew that she didn’t have a long time to get him out. But her stomach and throat were hurting too much. I can’t give up… She wouldn’t let her friend die, but she physically couldn’t try to save him anymore.

A thought hit her, making her bring her claws out again. But then it was a question of her life or his life…

She brought her paw up to her face. My claws might be sharp enough… she thought. There couldn’t be a lot of time to decide. But if it’s not a perfect cut I’ll just get both of us killed.

Luz’s ears shifted, as she heard Lilith whisper. “What do we do now?” Her gaze fell on the woman; she had gotten back up on her legs, and stood anxiously at Eda’s side.

Eda still stared in shock, making Luz regret her actions even more. “This didn’t have to happen…” she got out. “We could have avoided all this if we just thought to use a single sleep spell at ANY point!” Eda slumped down against the wall again. “Now we can’t do anything to help King…”

Luz felt even worse, at the reminder that King was helpless now.

Why couldn’t she just get him back out? She stared down at her claws again, as her heart thumped rapidly in her chest. Should she take her own life to save King’s? She placed a paw on her belly, which she only just noticed had become eerily silent. Her fur stood on end, as a chill ran through her. There was no movement under her paw.

She spread her wings out and screeched in horror. NO! NONONO! Her wings flapped in panic, as she slammed her paw back on the floor. She had to get away.

Her wings crashed into the ceiling, as she panicked, making her withdraw them. Her heart pounded, while sprinted past Eda and Lilith out onto the hallway. She had to have killed King. Her best friend was dead. She couldn’t stay in the same house anymore; she had to get out of there.

She tried to jump down the stair in her panicked run, but she tripped on the last steps and fall the rest of the way down.

She scrambled up on her legs again, running for the door in the kitchen.

Someone upstairs shouted her name, but she couldn’t stop; she needed to get away.

Her heart pounded, as she tried to pull it open. In her panic, she didn’t even know where she was going. The only thing she knew was that she needed to run.

Her wings shook in fear, before the door finally opened. She squeezed her body through the door, letting her birdlike feet scratch the floor in her panic. She immediately turned to run for the forest, after escaping the walls of the Owl House.

She picked up a full speed sprint, as soon as she made her turn. Her panicked mind didn’t let her feel the slight movement inside her belly, leaving her unaware that her friend wasn’t dead.

The trees seemed blurred around her, as she ran as fast and as far into the forest as she could.

After a while, she lost her balance midjump. Her hindlegs caught a giant boulder she was trying to leap over. Her body gave up in exhaustion, and, not even trying to catch herself, she let herself fall and slam into the ground.

Her lungs burnt from the running; she had never sprinted so long and at that speed before in her life. Her muscles had never felt so stiff after a run.

She curled up.

Her heart was pounding painfully in her chest, as she panted for breath. Why did she kill her best friend? Her throat and stomach ached from the stress she had put her body under while trying to vomit her friend back up. She couldn’t stop herself from crying anymore. I just wanted King with me…

She lay on the ground, still panting, with the thought of what she had done to her tiny buddy. Her tears ran across her face, and she didn’t bother to wipe them away. She had eaten him for no reason, turning on him with no warning. Eda probably didn’t even take him… He could just as easily have left on his own.

Luz took a deep shaking breath, before closing her eyes. There wasn’t anything she could do anymore. She exhaled, equally shakily, and tried to fall asleep.

She fell into unconsciousness in less than a minute after all her struggling to get a night’s rest. If only it had been that easy from the start…

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Hours passed of her sleeping on the ground, as the sun rose over the trees. It was already midday when she woke up.

She stretched her legs, feeling how stiff her limps were. Everything seemed to pulse in pain, and a bad feeling made her heart pound a little too fast, but she didn’t know what it was yet.

Her wing hurt from lying down on it in her sleep. She rolled onto her stomach, stretching both of them out as much as she could.

She yawned, looking around the forest, as the realization of what had happened hit her. The slight dread she had felt when she woke up turned to horror in less than a second.

Again, her pulse quickened, but she felt too weak to even try to stand up again.

She whined, but she noticed her stomach still felt as heavy and full as the night before. That wasn’t right… She rolled onto her side, pressing the lump, only to hear a startled shout from the inside.

Luz’s eyes widened. King is alive! She rolled over on her stomach again, tilting her head. How is he still alive? She concentrated on her voice, desperate to form a single word again. “King?” It came out smoother than she thought it would, with barely a bit of stammering, before she got it said.

He wriggled around, as Luz tried to wrap her mind around the fact that her friend wasn’t dead. “Luz!” He pressed his body against her sore stomach. “Get me out of here!”

Luz wanted to get him back out, but she also wanted to ask him how he could possibly still be alive. I’ll ask first. Though, there was still the problem of not being able to speak normally. After a few seconds of thinking, she came up with an easy way to phrase it. “Alive?” She stammered a bit, but it still came out understandably.

He paused, “Uh, yes, I am.” He sounded confused. “Why would you ask?”

He waited for Luz’s response, but she wasn’t sure how else to phrase it. She hummed, thinking it over. The answer hit her a second after. “How alive?” She was getting more used to her mouth and voice, and shook her head. I sound stupid. But she couldn’t form longer sentences yet.

“How I’m alive?” He thought about it, before shouting at her. “I don’t know! Just get me out of here already! I have been in here for way too long! … I think.”

Luz got up on her legs. Maybe I could try once more… she thought, as she started heaving again.

To her surprise, King was coming back up. Maybe it was due to both of them being a lot calmer than last night.

She winced at the rough feeling of his sharp horns, as he came back up.

It nearly took a minute, but eventually King slid back out of her mouth.

King shrieked, and nearly fell onto the ground, before Luz grabbed him. He shook his head, immediately blinking at his surroundings. “Uh, where are we?” He sat up, looking around the forest. “It’s already daytime!” he exclaimed in surprise.

Luz looked up at the bright sky, before thinking about his question. She tilted her head, looking around the forest herself. She didn’t actually know where she was; she just dashed as fast as she could. Did she run straight after her first right or did she turn again later? She didn’t remember anything from her panicked sprint. Maybe it was time to find her way home to the Owl House. Knowing that King was safe gave her enough energy to walk.

She watched him for a while, before deciding to put him up on her back.

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Her legs nearly gave out under her, but she made it home after a long walk. She did not remember having such a long way back, but she was thankful to be back.

Hooty was wide awake, looking at something on the ground. He tilted his head, watching the tiny bug on the ground, just about to eat it, before he looked up at Luz and King. Even the sight of Hooty comforted Luz, despite his hesitant look.

King sighed behind Luz’s head. “Let’s hope he doesn’t talk too much… I’m not in the mood to listen to him today.”

Luz smiled a bit; she didn’t really want to hear a word from Hooty right then either. They had all had a scary night.

Hooty stared at Luz in disbelief for a couple seconds. “Luz?” His confusion made sense, given the fact that he hadn’t seen her since yesterday’s afternoon. “Is that you?”

King groan quietly from his position atop of Luz’s shoulders. “Hooty, shut your beak and let us in; I’m too tired for this.” Luz couldn’t agree more on the tired part.

Her muscles ached at the thought of needing to get up the small steps of the stairs, but she knew she could manage it. Soon, she would get to lay down and rest in the, earlier unappreciated, soft pillow bed she had made.

She clambered up the stairs, careful not to lose her balance. All four of her legs seared with the pain of overexertion, but she nearly tripped all the way back down when she saw Eda standing not that long away from her.

Luz didn’t know what to think of the look Eda was giving her, as she climbed the rest of the way up. It changed from anger to relief and then it turned into fear. Luz bowed her head to show that she had King on her back. “Sorry.” That was all she could get out as an apology.

Eda didn’t say a word.

Luz gulped nervously. Could Eda forgive her after all this? She grabbed King putting him down on the floor. She kept her head low, as she started heading for her room.

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She didn’t remember having made such a mess, but she had. I guess it does make sense with how much I beat my wings. She quickly arranged the pillows again, before lying down to rest her sore muscles.

She closed her eyes, curling up on the pillows, getting some comfortable sleep after everything that had happened would be nice. The room was nice and quiet, and she wasn’t stressed about anything anymore.

Until she thought about the fact that she hadn’t had anything to eat since… technically King, but nutritionally, last night’s dinner, and being aware of it made it so much worse. How were they even supposed to get enough food for her? Cats and owls are both carnivores, but how could we get enough meat…? Her stomach churned. What if I have to eat people? Her fur stood on end. What if I can only eat people?

Her heart started racing, as she felt like vomiting, but she took a deep breath. Calm down; you don’t know anything yet… It could be as simple as her just needing regular sourced raw meat. Or maybe she could live off cat food? The thought wasn’t particularly appetizing, but it was better than eating people. I could live off cat food for a while… But that just made the next worry hit. When will I turn back to normal?

Her worries didn’t seem to have an end, but to her luck, someone knocked on the door.

“Hey, Luz, can I come in?” It was Eda.

Luz stammered out a yes, watching the door open.

Eda looked at Luz, but her face was hard to read. Her expression seemed sad, but it was hard to tell.

Luz felt the need to apologize again, but she didn’t; she waited for Eda to start talking.

They watch each other anxiously for a while, before Eda spoke. “You can only answer easy questions, right?”

Luz nodded, adding another yes. She might as well train her speech.

Eda furrowed her brow, thinking over her questions. It couldn’t be easy to come up with questions that didn’t start with why. “Do you feel better now?”

Luz tilted her head at the question. Was that what she wanted to ask? How do I feel? Despite her new worries, she did feel better than when she attacked Eda and Lilith. Luz thought about it a little more, before she nodded again. “Yes.”

Eda untensed her shoulders, before she moved over to sit by Luz. “So you’re not going to fling me into a wall again?” There was a clear joking tone to her voice, but Luz felt ashamed. “But, I have been wondering… Did you know what you were doing when you ate King?”

Luz tried to think back. She could recall small bits, but she hadn’t been in control entirely. She remembered watching Eda and seeing how scared she was, but it was all a bit of a blur from when she first shoved King in her mouth, up to the point where she realized he was in her stomach. She shook her head. “Not really…”

Eda looked conflicted. “I’m guessing that means you don’t know why you ate King…”

But she was wrong. “No, I do.” Luz wasn’t sure she could explain it simply, but she did remember why she decided to eat King. She tried to stammer the first words of the sentence. “I didn’t want…” It took her a few tries, but it was starting to make more sense. She continued. “you to take him.” Her last clear thought before it happened had been “He’s mine”.

Eda raised an eyebrow, as she realized Luz was starting to speak more. “You ate him to make sure I didn’t take him…” Eda chewed on the thought.

Luz watched her, but Eda stayed quiet. She laid her head down on the pillows, letting her body rest.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, because Eda spoke again. “Okay, let me get this straight; you didn’t know what you were doing when you ate King, but you do remember why you ate him?” Luz glanced anxiously up at Eda, feeling like Eda thought she was a liar.

Luz fiddled with her paws. “It’s hard to explain.” It was strange to think back on. She recalled thinking that King was safe. Like the part of her that had taken over knew that King wouldn’t melt to nothing but bones, or maybe bones and fur, in her stomach. “It knew he was going to be safe.”

Eda cocked an eyebrow again. “It? What are you talking about? What knew?”

Luz thought about it. “Me, when I ate King.” Her own brow furrowed. “It was and wasn’t me.”

Both of them sat in silence for a few seconds, before Eda changed the subject. “Is there anything you need?”

Just the question reminded her of how hungry she was. “Food.” It felt embarrassing to ask for, after she had eaten King, but she was starving. She would really like something to drink as well.

Eda stared at her, with a hint of worry in her eyes. She tried to turn to her fear into a joke. “How are we going to feed you? You’re nearly big enough to eat me like you ate King!” But it was pretty clear to Luz that her mentor was scared of her, because of that.

Luz decided not to mention that she knew she was big enough to swallow Eda whole and alive, if she wanted. She didn’t even have to try to compare the size of her mouth to her; it was like the instinct that had told her King was safe, except this she knew for sure. “Do we have enough food?” asked Luz, tilting her head once again. “Can I get something to drink at least?”

Eda quickly agreed, before she made her way to get Luz some water.

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Luz dozed into her half-sleep again, waiting for Eda.

Her ears twitched when she heard the door open again. Eda was holding a giant pot of water with little struggle. “I hope this isn’t too hard to drink from.” She placed it down in front of Luz. “You still drink like you do normally, right?”

She was going to figure that out in a moment. That’s not a lot of water. It was probably a little bigger than a regular cup to her. She picked it up on her paws, before trying to drink.

She spilled a little of it, but it went well. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

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Luz ended up falling asleep after a while, despite her hunger.

She slept for a couple hours, before there once again was a knock on the door. The scent coming from the door was Lilith’s awful bitter smell, and only became stronger as she stepped inside. Luz heard her start with the word “human”, before she dropped the name entirely. “We need to talk.” Luz was pretty sure the only reason she didn’t call her “human” was because it didn’t describe her anymore, not out of any actual respect.

Luz scrunched her nose. Maybe there was one person she wouldn’t mind eating, if she had to eat people… She never liked Lilith and she was pretty sure she wouldn’t change her mind anytime soon.

Her tail lashed, and she squinted her eyes, before she calmed down enough to speak. “About what?”

Lilith seemed annoyed with her too, but she was a little better at hiding it. “About what happened to you.”

That caught Luz’s attention. “What happened?” Maybe some of her worries would finally pass. Or they would be confirmed.

Lilith stared at her with a cold expression. “As far as I have found; it’s not a curse, but what it is, it won’t be easy to cure.”

Luz didn’t know what to think of that. “But it can be?” If it could be cured, then that was all she needed. How am I going to go to school like this? She had never seen any giant monster cats at Hexside.

Lilith snapped her out of her thoughts. “Yes.”

It was quiet between them for a few seconds, before a question popped into Luz’s mind. “Why did King not die?”

She hesitated a bit, before she answered. “It wasn’t your actual stomach; it was more of a pouch…” She trailed off with a slight thoughtful expression. “Whatever you are now, is very fond of companionship, but the way it shows that is by eating its smaller friends. It also happens to be how it protects them.”

Luz didn’t like how Lilith looked at her. “I wasn’t myself when it happened.” She lowered her head, as she remembered what she did to Lilith. “I’m sorry that I attacked you, when you tried to take King.” She paused, before rewording her sentence. “I meant save. Not take.” Part of her still felt they had taken King unfairly, but she didn’t need to say it.

Lilith looked at her, before she turned around to leave.

Luz remembered her earlier worry. “What can I eat?”

She gave a quick annoyed response. “Anything made of meat.”

Luz nodded, despite her already having left the room. At least I’m not vegetarian… That’s one bright side. Her stomach was still painfully empty, but she figured either Eda or King would call her down when it was time to eat. She knew she was going to be difficult to feed, so they might not have anything ready yet.

However, she was starting to feel restless.

She stretched her body, before getting up on her legs again. They didn’t feel much better, but she didn’t want to just be doing nothing the entire day. She looked over at the window, only to see that the sun was hanging low already. Oh… Well, I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep at night anyways.

Her body ached as she thought about her fall down the stairs the day before. And her tumble over the boulder… It didn’t hurt as much as it should, but that was probably just her new form being more fit for a life on the Boiling Isles.

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King was sleeping curled up on the couch when she first saw him. Luz smiled, but felt a bit weird about what Lilith had told her. If eating him was how she would show affection, did that mean that things like hugs and small kisses wasn’t enough anymore?

She sat down beside the couch, not feeling the need to move any farther. There was plenty of room, making her feel a lot more comfortable.

Now all there was left to do was wait for dinner.

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And that’s the end of this story! I really really hope you enjoyed, and thanks for reading!

A last few notes though.

The reason Eda is acting different is just that I imagine that that’s what being without her powers would do to her for a while, until she gets used to using glyphs. Especially in the presence of a giant hungry cat...

The second thing is that King passed out in her pouch. Bad timing, but he was terrified and I kinda did it just because... I wanted Luz to panic.

And I made everything get explained in the story, because I wanted to make sure everything made sense. Or at least so you could see the reason I did certain stuff.

But again, thanks for reading and I hope you all have a great day! <3

#sfw vore #safe vore #T0H vore #drawing

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your-world-with-nct · 3 years

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— 2020 has been a wild year for all of us and let me start this off by saying well done to us all for simply making it through this crazy ride - if surviving this year was your biggest achievement, that’s completely okay, and i am so proud of you for being here today !! despite the many, let’s say, mishaps, that have occurred this year, both nct and nctzens have been key in my 2020 and i couldn’t be more grateful for them, so i decided to make a little appreciation post of my own before the year ends 🥰

— to my followers ;

my petals !! i can’t believe i started off this year with around 300 followers and i’m now nearing 600 🙈 this account has grown so much this year and it’s all thanks to you. if you’ve ever come across my blog, liked or reblogged a piece of mine, sent me an ask, or pressed that follow button, i want you to know that i am so grateful for you and thank you for enjoying my works 🥺 hopefully 2021 will carry the same positive energy here on your-world-with-nct as it has this year and i’m hoping that you’ll be seeing a lot more fics in the near future 👀 once again, i love you petals <3

— to my dearest mutuals ;

@emistoomultifandom

em bubs !!! i know i could easily do this on any other app or even irl but i just wanted to thank you for making my year 🥺 my lockdown wouldn’t have been the same without us constantly texting and fangirling and our ty track/bfc reunion on my birthday was elite. and obviously this new school year has been an adventure and a half so far, with all the lunch time shenanigans, revision sessions, and exam stress, but i can’t wait for the rest of it 🙈 i am so grateful that i had you by my side during 2020 and i am eternally thankful that i’ll be able to go into the new year with you by my side once again 🧡💚💜

@misfitneo

bella - my first mutual, my tumblr mum - it feels like just yesterday that you wrote a beomgyu blurb for me after seeing my pink theme; now you’ve finished college and i’m applying to colleges 🙈i know we haven’t been able to talk as much recently but that doesn’t mean i appreciate your presence any less - i’m so proud of you for getting into med school and pursuing your dream 🥺🥺 i hope that this year treated you well, and that 2021 treats you even better 💞

@nsheeteeish

loml, almost birthday-twin, fellow leo and xiaojaem stan, fave writer - what do these things have in common? they all apply to v, or, yeet anon, if you remember the days where i ranted to you about my crush and you were a baby stay 😪 not only have you delivered such amazing content on ur writing and gif blogs, but you have provided so much comfort and joy to me whenever we message with dilay 🤧 i look forward to checking your blog every day for new posts and my twt and insta notifs in case you’ve sent me something or you’ve seen what i sent you 🙈 the fact that you think of me when you see certain things just warms my heart and you’re just such a caring person in general, thank you for being a part of my 2020 v, all the best wishes for your 2021 🖤

@cloudyangers

dilay !!! my resident yangqi and the person i think of straight away whenever i see yangyang 😚 i remember when you first requested that e2l chenle blurb back in 2019 and now the only chenle stan between us is v 😁 finding you on this app again after i forgot what ur skz blog’s url was, was just amazing and i don’t know what my tumblr experience would be like without me being able to reconnect with you 🥺 thank you for being able to make me laugh effortlessly with our lack of geography knowledge and our random antics, i will always look forward to seeing the username @cloudy_____ on my dash and screaming over renhyuckyang (+ sungchan 👀) with you for years to come 🤍

@nctsoftarchives

andi bb, my fellow dad!johnny stan 🥺 seeing you post a jaemin birthday blurb for me after your return to tumblr was so sweet and i can’t believe your first post after coming back was dedicated to me 🤧 i remember the day i first messaged you and you were gushing over how you were a big fan of mine and i said the same about you - we were just going back and forth about how much we love each other’s work 😌 you are such a talented writer and you are so full of love - wishing all the best for you in the coming new year babie 🥰

@jensungf

coming across leyna’s blog after reading that jsmr fic was the best decision, because not only have i befriended a brilliant writer, but also a jensung enthusiast who is just the kindest 🥺🥺 i think now would be a good time to tell you that despite jeno’s bias wrecking antics back in august, i actually bias jisung now 😃 i know we haven’t talked in a while, because of our busy schedules, but i hope you’re resting well and i hope that 2021 won’t be as hectic for you 💟

@doyoungcore

joyce, i know we only started talking recently but the serotonin boost both you and your works have given me this year is just incredible and i am so thankful for your warm personality on your blog and for your amazing fics 🤧 i started off as a silent reader who gushed about your writing in the tags but now i’m friends with such a talented writer and we just casually ramble about doie and jaems biases and writing struggles,,, wow 🤯 (btw took some of ur tips on editing headers 🙈) i hope that next year we can expand our friendship and that i can continue to give you the feedback you deserve 🥺💕

— favourite reads of the year ;

i have reblogged all of these to my main @/lovelycharm05 before, but i just wanted these masterpieces on here with everyone since these fics are so memorable and enjoyable to me <3 (beware there is lots of me gushing over how f&%#ing good all these writing techniques and plot devices are - can you tell i’m an eng lit nerd)

@nsheetee - moonlight café

obviously v released so many iconic pieces this year but this series was just *chef’s kiss* coffee shop au’s are the cutest to me because you can do so many different things with them, and you truly showcased that through each members’ part. although i am nahyuck biased (out of all the 00 liners), i have a soft spot for jeno’s part 🥺🤧 but that doesn’t mean i’m not obsessed with jealous jaems and cocky hyuck 🙈

@notnctu - to all the j’s i loved before

the very first work i ever read of yours, joyce 🥺🥺 i remember seeing an nct network reblog this and after reading through the summary of the series, i was enticed by the plot and i read most of your masterlist whilst waiting for the next parts 🤧 the main character’s relationship with each ‘j’ was unique to them and their interactions were just so sweet to read (except jaemin’s >:( why did my ult’s part have to be the angsty one 😤 jk jk i loved it anyways) special mention to ‘cupid’s arrow’, because that fic was an emotional rollercoaster and i loved that almost as much as i love bestfriend!jungwoo in the last part 😌

@misfitneo - lee haechan’s pride

it would be a sin if i didn’t include this in my top reads this year, pun intended 😌, especially since i have a weakness for mafia aus. i haven’t had the time to read mark or renjun’s parts yet, but from what i read in this fic, i’m sure theirs are just as good, if not better. the storybuilding and the development of the plot are so detailed and intricate and that is what i love in a fic. i already reviewed this on my main with a lengthy description of my favourite parts so i’m gonna keep this short and sweet - if you love haechan, mafia au’s, and enemies to lovers, you need to read this !!

@jensungf - passing clouds + only forever

these fics hit different now that i bias jisung 😭 ‘passing clouds’ was pure angst and as much as it hurt, it was written so beautifully and i loved it so much. ‘only forever’ healed the jisung shaped hole in my heart and made me fall in love with him all over again. the first love vibes he gives off is unbelievable and that innocence was presented perfectly in this 🤧 side note: never let jisung bake for you even if it’s as a peace offering 😖

@hyucksie - in the long run + second first kiss

although ‘sweet talk’ and ‘silent treatment’ are also contenders for some of my favourite fics of the year, these two have taken the cake 😌 the concept itself of time travel and mark and y/n seeing their future child was so creative and the mixed emotions that the characters experienced seeing their future were executed so well and the ending when their actual future selves remembered the day they time travelled 🥺🥺 not to mention the sequel doesn’t feel forced at all, the story flows well, and jealous mark is a cutie 🥰

@luvdsc - not clickbait

i’ve been following cat after i first read ‘i turned my best friend into an e-boy!! (and kissed him)’ and ever since then every piece of hers that i’ve read is simply breathtaking and so engaging. her style of writing is so unique and whenever i read anything of hers i feel so immersed in the fic. the dreamies as youtubers and tiktokers was such a cute concept to me and the little comment section at the end of each fic is probably my favourite part 😳 the way each member’s fic connects to the plot of another is perfect and their cameos in one another’s fic >>> (jisung telling y/n about the tiktok challenge in mark’s fic + cameraman jisung in chenle’s) i could keep talking abt this series for a lot longer but i’ll end it here, also i can’t wait for norensung’s parts 💞💞

@pwarkhans - the neo academy

i’ve probably mentioned my love for ‘the umbrella academy’ before but THIS !!! this series just made me love it even more 🙈 despite yangyang’s part being the only one that’s out, that and the prologue are interesting enough and seeing the 00 liners in this alternate universe is honestly amazing jxjwjxkw jaemin as three and hyuck as two is everything. the brothers’ relationship, especially in yangyang’s part, is so complicated yet so cute and i can’t wait for the rest of the members’ parts 💘

@yongtxt - vintage

when i first stumbled across this series, i was immediately intrigued by the plot, and not just because it was about rapper!mark and singer!y/n🧑‍🦯🧑‍🦯 the side characters (dreamies + doie and jisoo) were so funny and well-written and the plot >>>> i was so invested in the twists and turns of the story, the relief i felt when the conflict was finally resolved and we got our fav musician couple !!

@byunbaekby - apartment b23

i only found this series recently but wow am i invested in the plot already 😭😭 the conflict in the story is realistic and feels like something you could actually relate to. norenmin’s friendship/bond is so strong and evident through the story and the side characters are my babies (heejin, shuhua, lia - ily 🤧) i can’t wait for the rest of this series since i am a sucker for the perfect balance of angst, fluff, and crack in this 🥰

— favourite works of the year ;

unfortunately i haven’t had enough time to release any fics this year, and i’m hoping that that won’t be the case next year, but here are my top 5 favourite blurbs that i enjoyed writing and reading <3

1:48pm -> dad!johnny

one of the most popular blurbs on my blog to this day 🥺 honestly i get why, who doesn’t love dad!johnny? hyejoo is literally so adorable here and the family dynamics make me soft all over again whenever i reread this piece. also everyone’s reactions and replies to this are so heartwarming because everyone’s just whipped for the suh family 🙈

1:05pm -> soulmate!taeyong

i love soulmate au’s but something always irked me with the permanence of your soulmate like ,,, what if you end up falling out of love with them? then what? that inspired me to write my own take on soulmates, where they aren’t found, but made. taeyong’s character here is just so full of love and you know how much i love lovable boys 🤧 (ever wondered why i ult na jaemin...?)

12:13pm -> boyfriend!mark

7dream!!!! i don’t usually write domestic fluff even though it’s one of the genres i indulge in the most 😔 but when i do, i go all out because everyone needs to know how soft i am for my boys >:( mark’s love for the dreamies is so unique and i love their friendship so much, i had to write about it when i first heard about the 7dream announcement which i definitely did not cry at

11:40pm -> boyfriend!jeno

this was one of the first requests i ever got and i was just so touched than someone personally requested something from me AND it was jeno 🥺🥺 everytime i read the tags under this, everyone is just gushing over jeno and like,,, same 🙈 this type of fluff >>>

waking up with wayv -> wayv reaction

when em first requested this, i didn’t exactly know how to write something for each member without being too repetitive, but in the end, i loved the mini plots i wrote for them and it’s just one of my underappreciated faves 🥰

— favourite releases of the year ;

just a few of my favourite albums that got me through online school and revision sessions for offline school 🥲 ft. lots of nct + october albums bc that month was PACKED

nct 2020 - resonance pt1 + pt2

nct 127 - neozone: the final round

nct dream - ridin’

wayv - awaken the world

superm - super one

enhypen - border: day one

twice - eyes wide open

txt - minisode1: blue hour

seventeen - semicolon

stray kids - go live + in life

itzy - not shy

conan gray - kid krow

if you’ve managed to read all the way to the end, congrats for putting up with my lengthy and very sappy sentiment and sorry that you had to go through all of that 😭😭 thank you for being a part of my 2020, i hope that the new year allows us all to have a fresh start and brings us the opportunities we didn’t have this year. happiest new year to you all 🥳 (even tho it’s not 2021 yet when i’m posting this :))

#nobody tagged me in this but i saw loads of ppl doing it so i was like >:( i wanna do one #and by loads of ppl i mean joyce 🙈#this was a lot longer than i thought it would be but i have a lot to say lmao #end of the year wrap up #mutuals ✨

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maladaptivedaydreamsx · 3 years

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so i had the cutest dream last night 🥺

can't remember every detail of it but i do remember the gist of it, and it kind of followed through luka's route of the recent weddings event (i forgot the actual name of it, sorry). basically that luka and i got engaged and then jonah finding out and getting all emotional over his baby bro growing up/mad he didn't find out first lolol. then it kind of just cut to us being happily married and all that for a bit, and then cuts again (as far as i can remember anyway) to like visiting the red army for some meeting and then jonah ofc using it as an excuse to check up on luka us..... only to find out that there's going to be a new generation of clemence, if you catch my drift. he nearly passes out at the news that i was pregnant, but everyone's elated (black army ofc teased us to absolutely no end when they found out hahaha). kind of cuts again to bits of the future until all of a sudden there was like some big party/meeting thing for an alliance and then my water broke (rip). kyle ends up kind of helping out with the process since he's quite literally the closest doctor, but surprise surprise, not only was there a baby clemence coming.. there were two. (i tend to dream a lot with twins man idk) so the whole ordeal happens and now we two beautiful baby girls, fraternal twins with different hair colors but the same eyes. i don't remember who was who name-wise, just that their names were (iirc) hayley and hannah; the older had the signature clemence minty hair and the younger had dark hair like mine, but both had eyes that were a mix of luka's yellow and my brown ones. the girls were absolutely most certainly spoiled rotten by both armies and then some, but they had so many fun uncles and family pets they were surrounded by, just too cute. 💕💕💕

makes me wish i could draw, these girls were the epitomy of adorable. the one with dark hair had a lil beauty mark of her own, and with all of the others spoiling them + the lavish dresses their actual uncle gifted them?...cuties!! 😭💘

Okay so using this beautiful wonderful picrew, I was able to create as close of a rendition to the twins as I possibly could! Had to edit the eyes myself and slightly altered the hair color to match a bit better but ssshhh it works aight, looks pretty close to the girls <3

i don't even want kids irl but i don't mind em, and dreams like these are just dreams, i kinda love when my brain spits out oc's like this all the time hahaha. had a dream one time where i had twins with satan as well, but a fraternal m/f twins (sabrina & salem i think, like from sabrina the teenage witch, man was that one a trip) ..made them too cause why not!

that reminds me..... i think i might've had a dream with diavolo one time too, but i don't think those twins had names. similarly to the one with satan, m/f twins that took after both my oc's and their father's (diavolo's) color scheme of red/black. i think the girl had his red hair and the boy took after my black hair, but i think both of them had his eyes, not sure though bc it's been quite awhile, and i don't even think they had names, as that was a much shorter dream :( mainly just remember the girl taking after diavolo's leadership and diplomacy, but being fairly straight-faced, and the boy always hiding behind me and being super sweet but shy and easily spooked, would cry for everything but stop crying just as quickly, total momma's boy haha. polar opposite kiddos

#aerin.txt #my post 📫#aerin.dreams #l'hôtel.ocs #aerin's ocs #aerin.ocs #not sure what to tag this as yet but def wanna keep this around in case i come revisit it!!#l'hôtel.obeyme #l'hôtel.ikerev #ikerev.luka #obeyme.satan #yes i spent way too long on these but no regrets bc they came out so cute aaahh i love them sm #bless picrews for allowing us all to make ocs and ourselves and stuff even if we're not the most artistically inclined-#-or just wanna randomize or have fun or even make lil teapot landscapes (yes ive done that one before sshh it was mad cute ok uwu)#aerin.jpg #tw pregnancy #pregnancy tw #juuuussttt in case #i think i had a dream or smth once with diavolo too & the twins looked in a similar manner as sabrina & salem (but in his color scheme ofc)#hayley and hannah #sabrina and salem #aerin's twins #let's just give the latter a made up set name for rn bc im blanking mad hard haha;;;#dia and volo #diana and voltaire or smth irdk. placeholder names ftw 🤧✌🏻 (tho irdm diana i think its a rly pretty name uvu)

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capriccio-con-espressione · 5 years

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Possession

Genre: Smut

Warning: Sub!Kun, Dom!Reader, Profanity, Hair pulling, Semi-public handjob/oral sex (male receiving), Intense Degradation, Face slapping, Edging, Spanking

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N:

In celebration of WayV’s new comeback, I decided to bring some fucked-out subby Kun back in the scene again after some editing, to punish him for making me suffer from his visuals ugh

Originally intended to make it just a short blurb, but I kinda went overboard. The power Kun holds lmao

The degradation and insult are a bit intense, you’ve been warned, but of course aftercare is included. This is the result of mental breakdown due to Dom Kuntent overload in the fandom. The world deserves more delicious Sub Kuntent. Period.

Oh and last but not least, this smut is inspired by this gif. I am not gonna include it here directly because I will certainly get fl**ged. Anyways enjoy!

Locking the door of the fitting room, you immediately slammed your lips into Kun's after pinning him to the ground, your movements getting rougher second by second. Somehow the gawking gazes and praises from the photoshoot staff have turned your sweet cutie into a cocky brat, confidence overflowing in him as he shamelessly boasted his unprecedented coquettish charms to anyone else but you. Triggered, you bit on his lip, and invaded his gasping mouth with your aggressive tongue, claiming your property.

"Forgot who you belong to?" You demanded, glaring down at him as the slick string connecting both your lips proudly circumstantiated your dominance.

"No I was just being friendly! I-mmf-" His defense was muffled by your intruding lips again.

"Friendly? So necessary of you to ask that new stylist to fix the waistband of your slacks for you while you could've checked it yourself in that damn mirror at the site! And then you even dared to flex your abs in front of her when she did her job? So fucking friendly!" Kun winced at your firm tug on his hair and your nibble on the base of his neck, you didn't care about messing up his hairstyle since his shooting was over.

"And all the sweet-talking to the other staff? Too legion to list them all! You must've let your filthy dickhead get the best of you huh?" You crept your hand under his waistband to squeeze his shaft, earning gasps after gasps from him.

"I w-was just trying to break the ice..ahh...it was so a-awkward…" Kun's explanation for himself seemed pitiful now with his moans constantly cutting in between.

"There are way too many ways other than flirting to break the ice, fuckboy. Flaunting your abs must have granted you some extra hormones to act up right in front of my damn face, right?" You pulled the checkered jacket down his shoulders, then slid it off his arms.

"Since exposing your flesh switches on your bad boy mode this much, I should strip more off you and properly tame you…until you are a humiliated mess begging me to stop." You chuckled as you lowered his pants, before grabbing a handful of his crotch then starting to caress it through his boxers. "Say, are you a bad boy by making mistress this mad?" You inquire the question you often include in your bedroom playtime, since from his response to it you can see if he’s in his submissive bad boy headspace or not.

"No, mmm-am not." Despite the stimuli building up Kun still managed a cheeky grin, showing his liking toward whatever you were intending. “Why so serious, when I was just-ahh!”

Kun's retort was cut off by a slap across his face. "Still don't wanna admit how bad you've been? Looks like I'll have to keep teasing you instead of giving you what you want..." You darkly smirked as your hand cradled his jawline, fingers squeezing his cheeks so he could utter nothing but whiny whimpers, while your other hand continued to fondle his rock-hard balls and shaft strained inside the fabric, the tension too much for him to take.

"Now answer me again, better wisely this time, are you a bad little sleazeboy or not?" You pumped his cock generously while releasing your grip on his cheeks.

“Mmmf...yes I’ve been a sleazy little slut...so bad...mistress please stop punishing me…"

Usually you would keep him clothed for much longer and tease him until he lost count of how many times he had begged, but since semi-public sex like this always excite you and minimize your patience, you were a bit too eager to get the real thing going

"Then is my slutty fucktoy sorry for having fun with other people blatantly without mistress' permission?" You finally pulled down the boxers to reveal his dripping cock, but with your arms crossed, not doing anything to it unless his response satisfies you.

"P-please mistress I am sorry...really sorry…"

You huffed in exaggerated mock disapproval as you flipped him over, draping him over your kneeling form, his bottom straight on your thighs before you inflicted loud smacks on it, erotic moans leaving him as his body tensed up and pressed even harder against you. “You aren’t sincere enough, perhaps you can only learn your lesson by letting other people outside the room overhear your spanking…”

“No! Please don’t! Ummff-sorry I’ve been such a bad boy! Pleeaase-!” Kun’s tone of voice and facial expressions indicated that he liked this punishment a bit too much, far from what you intended for him. Therefore, you tossed him off back to the ground with a contemptuous look in your eyes.

You then brushed your fingers along his length at an excruciatingly slow speed. "You don't really convince me to make me forgive you. Looks like I need to milk your remorse out of your dickhead really slowly..."

"No no no mistress I may be an airy dickhead but I know where my place is for sure...hnngh...please I am terribly sorry for disrespecting you!"

"How can I trust you to come up with the slightest valid apology possible when this is the only nerve bundle on you that is still properly processing right now?" You squeezed his leaking shaft, emphasizing your dismissive words. "You can't even think straight with your pathetic little airhead…"

Kun felt the knot in his lower abdomen began to tighten at every insult you uttered, but still he managed to try his best to think properly and obey your rules, that is, to replace every pronoun regarding himself with humiliating words.

"Ahhh...please mistress your stupid disrespectful little manwhore is extremely sorry and remorseful...hahhh...please mistress let this worthless cockhead cum…"

Seeing Kun's eyes, now glossy with tears and lascivious desperation; his tone of voice, usually held so much authority, now stammering with demeaning words, you were satisfied with how his piercingly confident gaze back at the photoshoot a couple of minutes ago seemed laughable now. "Good boy, looks like you've been trained well." You expressed your approval for his self-degradation with your quickening pumping hand.

Kun's moans become to get even more incoherent and evident as his pleasure intensified when you began to nibble as well as suck on his sensitive patches of skin, marking up his torso while still fist-fucking his throbbing neediness.

"I am not the type to hesitate to declare who my possession is, and you should know better." You chuckled as you sucked a dark splotch on his right pectoral near his areola. "You should feel grateful that I didn't do this before the photoshoot, otherwise the photo retoucher is gonna be mad…"

After marking your territory, your mouth traveled down to where he needed you the most, hastily sucking and slicking it up. Thinking you had full mercy on him, Kun tried to guide your movements, but ended up getting his wrists gripped tightly against his chest.

"Now you're cocky again, hmm? Even have the gut to order me around with that filthy hand?" You glared and stopped completely, watching him gradually faltering due to the sense of loss.

"No mistress I am not being cocky...I just...ohh...your mouth...hfff...feels too good...I can't help it...please I am begging you…"

"Punishment is always punishment no matter what, no rules should be violated even if I am easy on you." You teasingly licked a stripe along his length. "Apologize and beg with some real earnestness. We don't have much time here before everyone is suspicious of us. If you fail to impress me I will make you walk out of here sporting that pathetic hard-on of yours and embarrass yourself."

Kun struggled and squirmed, but soon figured that there is no use defending his last bit of self-esteem because from his past experience he learned that you are a woman of your word, in a hard way.

"Mistress your dumb filthy-minded slut is... really apologetic for being stupid...by mistaking the line between friendly and flirty...please...mmfff...mistress...your airheaded fuckboy is begging for forgiveness ...mmmm...please grant your mindless toy...who knows no manners... the permission to cum...pleeaaase…"

Even though his last plea dragged on, indicating his absolute desperation to end the ordeal, still the idea of getting caught with his pants down somehow excited him even more.

You bobbed your head generously along his trembling form upon hearing his words. "You promise not to ever let your nasty hormones take over you again?" You still wanted to milk more degradation out of him.

"Yes mistress...your shameless brat has learned the lesson......never gonna misbehave ever again...please...cum…"

Noticing he was at the verge of breaking, you planted a reassuring kiss on his cheek which was blushing hotly with prolonged denied yearning, and immediately went down again to work him up along with your hands to finally allow the earth-shattering climax that he desired so much.

"That's my good beautiful boy...relax and take deep breaths baby...I am here for you...you did so well…" You comforted your tortured boy with reassuring praises, giving him the delicate little touches, as well as some light-hearted pecks, that always calmed him down. After observing his breathing pattern had returned to normal and making sure that he was okay, you proceeded to clean up and gave him his casual wear, helping him to recover from the intense orgasmic haze and ready him for reality again, adorning the process with smiley eye-contacts, and encouraging words of how much your boy means to you.

"Are you really okay with what I did just now babe?" You attempted to confirm his well-being once more before opening the door to the public, worried if there were any signs of distress.

"You are definitely making it up to me with lots of cuddles when we're home, y/n." Kun pouts, feigning resentment in the cutest way you had never seen in your whole life before that warmed your heart.

"But," He continued with that adorable smile that never failed to make your heart flutter, as you couldn't help but lovingly pinch and caress his cheek. "I love every second of it. The way how you claimed me yours, so possessive, so hot…I am all yours..." His gaze became dreamily hooded as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. You shyly flinched a little at this sudden intimacy out of the blue and got flustered, sharply contrasting your dominant behavior earlier.

"Uhm...right. I love you too, my precious prized pretty boy." You sweetly giggled as you both left the intense yet so tantalizingly memorable session behind that soon closed door, anticipating the private aftercare bliss awaiting ahead for you, proving that the aggressively possessive side and seemingly contradictory sweetly attentive side of you can coexist.

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City of Stars (Pearlet) - Leatwerpenn

A/N - Hi everyone. Thank you SO MUCH for the response to this fic both on AQ and my own blog. So many of you have been messaging me about it and it is super sweet and I’m humbled :) I have actually gone back and edited the Prologue and Chapter 1, the story has not changed at all - just corrections to grammar, etc. You can find it on my blog if you are interested :) HERE City of stars, are you shining just for me?

Chapter 2 (2010) LA. Winter. Matt didn’t mind traffic, it only bothered him when he was in a rush; normally he wasn’t, but today – today he was. Matt fiddled with the radio in his second favourite vintage car, until he landed on his favourite jazz radio station. He collected cars. He liked them. But he liked vintage cars the most. Matt glanced at the car in front and saw it was a disgusting Prius. Figures – Matt thought. Typical LA poor girl car. How boring, but that could easily be me. He sighed. Matt was in a rush, he needed to get home, and soon, before he was eaten alive for being lazy when he had actually worked really hard this morning. Matt glanced at himself in his side mirror. Matt was handsome, he didn’t doubt that. But he wasn’t the kind of man that wanted to be liked because of his appearance. Many referred to him as a hipster, but he honestly didn’t really understand what that meant. He just liked what he liked. And if that made him a hipster, then so be it. Matt had sandy blonde hair that was shaved at the sides, and longer on the top. He had blue eyes, however either sunglasses or his regular glasses often covered them, as he couldn’t see for shit without them. He had his septum pierced which he got as a dare when he was younger, but decided to just kept it otherwise a weird smell lingered under his nose. He rarely smiled because he felt like he didn’t have much to smile about anymore. He was dressed casually in a white t-shirt with a vintage looking shirt, open, over the top. He wore jogging bottoms/sweatpants because to him they were comfy. One of his current jobs required him to dress up a lot in the evenings, so during the day he was always lazy and often looked a mess. Meh. Matt was growing impatient, as the car in front didn’t move when there was a blatant gap in front of it. C’mon you moron. Move! He thumped on his horn. He could see the person in the car in front move around to look at him. But, their car didn’t move. For fuck sake. Matt honked over and over; eventually he grabbed his steering wheel and manoeuvred his car around the still motionless car in front of him. Through his sunglasses he glared at the driver of the vehicle. “Stop daydreaming dork some of us have shit to do!” Matt yelled. However, Matt felt his features soften as he made eye contact with the other driver, he could have sworn he saw gold in his eyes. Wow, I have never seen someone look like him before. Fuck! What the hell? Matt felt an odd warming sensation in his chest in that moment. He scolded himself mentally, before switching gears and speeding off down his side of the highway wearing a frown on his face. The warmth in his chest disappeared. What the fuck was that? Matt stared into the tail-lights of the car in front of him, and all he could see were stars. (1999) 11 years before. New York. Winter. “Matthew, why are you home so late? What were you thinking staying out so late? You are 13 years old Matthew, curfew is at 9 and its 11!” The older balding middle-aged man continued to roar in Matt’s face. Matt zoned out after his father called him Matthew, which he hated, especially coming from that man’s lips anyway. Fuck all the way off. “Sorry Pa, I lost track of time, I was just with Matt S hanging out at his place.” Matt regretted saying his friend’s name, as he saw his father grow even angrier. He stood there and listened to his father call his only real friend all of the homophobic slurs under the sun. Matt just stood and took it. It was regular for him. “You had better be only friends with that boy; otherwise you will live to regret it. Answer me! What were you doing with him Matthew?” Matt felt the moisture leave his mouth. “We were just messing around with Matt’s new guitar. I was playing his keyboard, just general teenage stuff. It was no big deal. There were some other kids from school there, but you don’t know them, so I didn’t think to mention them.” Lie, lie, lie. “Sorry dad, I honestly just lost track of time. It won’t happen again.” His father grunted a ‘fine’ and ordered him to go upstairs. Matt took the stairs two at a time and shut the door behind him. He grabbed the landline phone from his bedroom side table and pulled it over to the cupboard. Matt yanked the door open and shut himself inside, holding the phone in his hands. He punched the familiar numbers into the phone and held the phone in his hands and up to his ear. Breathe in. Breathe out. “Detox?” The familiar voice answered the phone and Matt smiled. “Hello? …Matt? Is that you?” Matt sighed “Yeah it’s me, I have to be quick because my dad is already mad at me, but I wanted to let you know I got home okay.” “I’m glad Matt, cheers for the blowjob. Night cutie” Matt panicked at hearing it out loud. He was paranoid his dad would be listening on the other line. Matt hung up, left the cupboard, and crept to return the phone. He opened his bedroom door and sneaked to the top of the stairs. He could see his dad, sound asleep, on the couch. Thank god. Matt crept back into his bedroom and got under the covers. He smiled to himself. No problem, Detox. He closed his eyes and all he could see were stars. (2010) LA. Winter. “Why are you so late? You know I have to be at the studio in 30 minutes Matthew. And I asked you to get me a Starbucks on the way! Where is my skinny latte and my gluten free sandwich?” Matt groaned. Shut the fuck up for once woman and let me speak; and stop calling me Matthew! He continued to listen to his girlfriend, of nearly 8 years, continue to bust his balls about everything, which was out of his control. Okay, maybe I forgot her Starbucks, big fucking deal. The studio has a coffee shop. Jesus. “Good morn-ting to you too. Gosh, I have missed you. Would you care to know how my morning went?” Matt decided that if she was going to be a bitch, then he would be too. Fuck it. Matt put his keys onto the array of hooks which were next to the front door. He slipped his flip flops off and moved further into the building. “I don’t have time to listen to your bullshit Matthew. I’m filming today and doing re-shoots tonight, because that fucking new Hollywood Barbie Trixie, wasn’t standing on the correct mark last night. Wait, why am I bothering talking to you. I won’t be home tonight. Bye” Courtney’s lips graced Matt’s cheek as she grabbed her own keys and sashayed off, slamming the door behind her. Thank god – Matt Thought. Matt sauntered his way through his lavish house. Truth be told, if it weren’t for Courtney, then he wouldn’t be living the lap of luxury he was at the moment. Courtney had always been the star in the relationship; Matt was just the guy she liked to sleep with. Courtney never took Matt to any of her events. And when questioned about her relationship status by the media, she always managed to dodge her way through without answering the question. Matt didn’t mind. Courtney kept his father quiet and Matt didn’t mind bumming off of Courtney’s wage, because Courtney was a grade ‘A’ cunt. She wasn’t always that way. They loved each other once, but fame changes people and that was partly the reason why his own talents scared him. The basement was where Matt spent most of his time, apart from the garage of course. The basement was littered with boxes containing his collections of vintage and jazz related memorabilia, which he had been collecting for as long as he could remember. He collected anything related to Jazz. He loved Jazz. Jazz made him happy, it reminded him of his mother. Matt walked over to the furthest corner of the room and picked up a couple of boxes, moving them aside. This was where he hid his drug stash. Matt still felt like a teenager hiding drugs, but Courtney would never allow it, and he liked to smoke blunts. Sue me. With the blunt dangling from his lips, he moved the boxes around. He moved over to his mini fridge and grabbed a beer. Fuck it, it’s only 11 but who cares. He popped the cap off and took a sip. Matt couldn’t handle his drink at all, so most of the time he stuck to beer. Beer was safe. Matt moved the hood off from the top of his piano. His most prized possession. He reached over to a coaster that sat on top of a box and placed it on top of the piano, then rested his beer. He sat at the stool, blunt still in mouth, hovered his fingers over the top of the keys. Matt’s fingers glided over the keys although it was second nature. This was his trademark melody. He had been playing this melody to himself for most of his life, his mother taught it to him when he was young. It was his favourite and it always calmed him. What didn’t calm Matt however, was the fact that even though he had been playing this particular melody for 11 years, he still couldn’t find the right words to go with it. Matt stopped suddenly and snatched the blunt from his own mouth, stamping it out under his foot. Fuck, if Courtney see’s that she’s going to do her nut. Matt got up from the stall and cleaned up the mess he had made. He then sat back at the stool grunting in frustration. Matt looked over the large black grand piano, with a bitter taste in his mouth. How was it possible that what he loved the most, was what bought him so much pain and frustration? Fuck my life. _______________________________________ Saturday nights were always the nights that Matt got to see his friends, regardless of whether or not Courtney was working. Tonight however, was a little different. Usually, his small friendship group headed into downtown LA, but there had been an accident on the highway and none of them could be bothered to drive that far. This annoyed Matt, as one his favourite Jazz clubs (one that was actually still open and operating), was right near where they usually drank; and Matt often liked to ditch his friends an hour early just to go and enjoy the music. Tonight however, he was in some club called ‘Busby’s’. Which apparently, was fine with serving underage kids, as he was with company who were only 20 and none of them had been asked for ID. Matt was a middle grounder among his friendship group as he was 24, but Willam, 26, was the only other older guy out tonight; everyone else was underage, and that made Matt feel uneasy. Usually, this didn’t bother Matt, their usual haunts knew that the other guys were underage, but the other guys didn’t usually drink so much. There must have been something in the air, because tonight the younger members of the group were apparently in the mood to get wasted. Matt just, wasn’t. Not tonight anyway. “Why the fuck are you wearing a suit moron? You’re not off to marry that bitchy blonde whore are you?” Willam screeched at Matt from across the table. Matt actually really liked Willam, he was one of a kind. Willam was very openly gay, which Matt had huge respect for. Willam also did drag, which Matt found fascinating, but he would never tell Willam that. They met each other through Detox as Willam and Detox used to date. Detox was Matts only friend for years until he was killed in a car accident 5 years ago. Matt never felt the same after that. Detox knew everything about Matt. Matt loved and hated that all of his darkest secrets died when Detox did. “Don’t call her a whore man, you know how annoyed I get when you guys hate on her” Matt sighed and looked into his beer. “What do you expect? She treats you like garbage and it drives us mad. Dude! Dump her! You do not need that little bitch to be amazing.” Jake looked sincere as he made his case, but Matt didn’t take any of it in. “It doesn’t matter how hot she is and how freaky she is in the bedroom. There are always hotter and freakier women. Trust me.” Scarlet, one half of Matt’s only two female friends winked at him. Matt always felt like she had a crush on him, but honestly the thought of being with her made him afraid. “Anyway, can we stop talking about trying to make Matt do something he doesn’t want to do, and go back to the first question? Matt, why do you look so dapper tonight? Are you working?” Trust Sang to segue from another uncomfortable conversation. Matt smiled at Sang and sent him a silent prayer. I owe you one dork, but you actually didn’t need too. “Actually, there’s a restaurant that wants a part time pianist to play some evenings right near here, thought I would check it out before I go home. I have a lot of work right now, but if I’m being honest, I have been considering leaving Courtney for a while now. But that means giving up a lot of the luxuries that I have accustomed to, and I’d never be able to afford them in my life time. So, you know. More work, more cash…” Matt looked up to see his 4 friends with open mouths. Jesus, do I have something on my face? Fuck, did I just say I was going to leave Courtney? “You’re leaving Courtney - Fucking hell! Congratulations! Let’s get shots!” Willam jumped up and went to the bar to order more booze. The other two guys had happy expressions, but Scarlet, she looked ecstatic. Fuck. Matt tried to call after Willam but it was falling on death ears, Willam just kept waving his arm behind his back, as though he was trying to shut Matt up. Matt panicked; he hadn’t actually meant to divulge that detail about leaving Courtney to his friends yet. Matt however, was lazy and he felt too drunk to try and adjust the mistake he had made. He just sat back and took a swig of his beer. Matt felt like a weight had been lifted from his chest. He chatted with his friends for most of the evening before leaving the bar and driving to his next location.

_______________________________________ Matt honestly had no idea why he liked his violet coloured pocket square so much. He didn’t really enjoy the colour purple, he much preferred deep blues because they accentuated his eyes. But he wanted to appear smart and put together, so he grabbed it from the back of his car and tucked it into place. He also added a tie which was the same violet colour. Matt looked handsome. His dark navy suit bought out his bright blue eyes and the colour looked lovely against his crisp white shirt, and the unique violet pocket square and tie. Matt took his glasses off and put them into the cup holder of his car before flipping down the visor and turning the light on in his car. Matt hated wearing contacts, but he hated playing in darker clubs with odd lighting with his glasses on, as he despised paying the extra 50 bucks for anti-glare on his lenses. He didn’t even know if they would want him to play, but he wasn’t going to take any chances. He looked in the mirror and put his contacts in. Matt grabbed his wallet and keys and locked his car. The restaurant was quite fancy. It had a strong couple’s vibe and followed a deep red and romantic colour scheme. If Matt was in a normal functional relationship, this would be the kind of place he would love to bring Courtney. “Good evening sir, how can I help you?” An older man smiled at him as he greeted him and Matt already liked the feel of the place. Matt had a tendency to get his hopes up too soon but he couldn’t help himself. “Hello. I know this is weird, but I heard through the grapevine that you were short of a pianist on some nights. I happen to be a pianist and I just wanted to check the place out.” Matt smiled warmly at the older man who immediately started to gush and compliment Matt. Matt noticed that there were only a few patrons still in the restaurant. He glanced at his watch and saw it was 12.30 already. Jesus, I didn’t even notice it was so late. Matt soon discovered that the restaurant was a family run business and that the front of house was actually the owner. His name was Charlie. Matt liked Charlie. Charlie suggested that Matt should return in the morning and play for him. He was actually thankful that he wasn’t asked to play tonight as he felt a little buzzed and he didn’t want to fuck up something that felt right. _______________________________________ Matt loved LA at night, especially on the weekends. Even the darkest corners of the city had life. It was why he liked it in LA. He missed New York. New York was his home but it also held a lot of pain. LA didn’t hold any pain to Matt and that was why he loved walking around at night, in any direction, just enjoying the life of the city. Matt had walked in the opposite direction of his car when he left the club but it was starting to get later. 1.00am, huh. Matt stopped, turned around and began walking back in the exact same direction he had walked not 5 minutes before. He wasn’t really paying attention to any of the buildings. He just enjoyed the company of the city. Matt could see his car in the distance at the end of the street. He smiled a little to himself. He loved his cars, probably more than he loved anything. Matt stopped. He felt a warmth in his chest and he heard the faint sound of the piano track that sounded all too familiar to him. What. The. Fuck? Matt looked to his left and he saw the neon sign that read ‘Plaza’, lit with an array of bright rainbow colours. Matt groaned. Really. He closed his eyes and continued to listen to the piano play. How is my song playing in a gay club? Matt opened the door and walked straight through into the main area of the club. He didn’t get stopped at the door or asked to pay. The club was quiet considering it was still fairly early for a Saturday, but Matt didn’t think about it too much. This was due to the beautiful woman swaying her hips on the stage, to the tune of a piano. Holy shit she is hot. Matt stood still, speechless, in the shadows at the back of the club. He was about to leave when suddenly, the woman started to whistle along to the song. Matt couldn’t take his eyes off of her tiny waist. His eyes travelled up her body and when he looked at her eyes he could have sworn he saw gold in them. Matt could feel his pants getting tighter. What is happening?

City of stars Are you shining just for me? City of stars There’s so much that I can’t see Matt was speechless. He couldn’t believe that this woman was singing along to his music. He couldn’t believe that she even had his music, but most of all, Matt couldn’t believe how attracted to this woman he was. He could feel sweat building on his brow as he watched her with fascination. Who knows?

Is this the start of something wonderful and new?

Or one more dream that I cannot make…. True…. Matt felt his heart hammering in his chest, but also, his heart felt warm. What the fuck is happening to me. Matt watched her as she continued to move around to the remainder of the track. The tune soon faded and she looked into the audience. He could have sworn she was looking right at him. The bright gold flare that was in her eyes before started to fade and Matt frowned. He clapped his hands together and smiled when he realised she was finished. He soon noticed he was the only one clapping. The woman rushed off stage. Matt went to move but he looked down and realised he had a full blown boner in his pants. He closed his eyes and tried to think of everything ever that was not sexy to try and make it go away. Cheese. Chairs. Courtney? Matt wanted desperately to ask this woman where she got his track from. How did she get a hold of it? Was she a secret fan? He needed answers but he was also so attracted to her. He was afraid he might make an idiot of himself. Oh my god. All of a sudden, he saw her emerge from the back room. She wore a frown on her face and seemed in a rush. Matt watched her move closer and closer towards him. He could tell she wanted to leave, and quickly. Matt grabbed her wrist without realising just as she was about to pass him. “Miss, I am so sorry to bother you, but you were amazing. I literally couldn’t take my eyes off of your performance and you might be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and where did you get that piano track and are you aware of who the artist is and…” Matt felt like he was word vomiting all over this poor woman and just as he was going to tell her he was the artist; she wrestled free and fled the club. Matt stood still and speechless once again. He only fully realised that the woman had left when the warmth in his heart had disappeared, and by the time his mind caught up to him and he ran outside. All he could see were stars.

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