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soulinheehee · 5 months

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Mais maintenant je suis seule

˚⁺‧ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘹 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵)

˚⁺‧ 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦: 𝘧𝘪𝘤 (𝘴𝘧𝘸), 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥

˚⁺‧ 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴: this was an idea I had for awhile before 4.2 dropped. i originally wanted it to be long, but I just couldn't manage the length i wanted, and then the last aq dropped and made half of the story i imagined pointless with the plot twist lol. but I still like this idea a lot, so in the end i decided to write it, albeit it came out a little silly. but since I had to shorten the length and cut off half of the plot that was meant to be here, this might feel rushed and have weird pacing, especially in the second chapter where reader will actually meet with arle, i hope you don't mind ♡ (sorry to the french speakers if there's a mistake in the title)

part one. part two.

"Ughh..."

You groaned as you stretched your tired body. Sitting for several hours straight playing Genshin definitely was nice, but not for your health. You opened your Battle Pass menu to check your weeklies: you've done everything for the most part, except..

"Damn it, I forgot weekly bosses again..." you thought. You were currently saving for the Hydro Archon's release, and most of your favorite characters were already built in a way that satisfied you enough, so you didn't have any point of doing the weekly bosses, since Furina is going to need the next one. Wasn't surprising that you were constantly forgetting about them.

You opened the Teyvat map, only to discover that your resin was spent, save for the few regenerated ones. Spending fragile when the new weekly (and regular) boss was just a few days away wasn't a smart decision, you supposed, so you just decided to leave it for tomorrow.

Tomorrow was also Sunday, so you could make a few runs in the Talent or Weapon materials Domain. With these thoughts you logged out of Genshin, turned off the device you were playing on, and made your bed for the night.

The thought of scrolling your feed was prevented from being performed by the fact that your phone was currently charging. Sighing and realising that there probably weren't much interesting things going on, you finally gave up and lied down.

...

... Only to remember about the Transient resin that you haven't bought from the Tea pot. The feeling of dissatisfaction suddenly appeared, filling your mind. Well, at least you didn't forget to feed your fish: one thing less to worry about, that's something...

You remembered about the upcoming banners, just a couple days away. When the thoughts of pulling Furina, ascending and building her appeared in your mind, you gradually calmed down. She was coming home next week. You just have to wait a few more days.

You were saving for Furina since she was first leaked, and other than her there were only a few more characters you were interested in. Mainly, Arlecchino.

Last year, she caught your eye immediately in that Fatui trailer, and now, after playing the recent archon quests you couldn't help but feel even more attracted to her. These two quickly became your most favorite characters in the game, everyone else looking barely as good compared to them. But it seemed like Arlecchino's banner was still far away, however on the other hand you could save for her some more primos.

Thinking about your favorite characters you calmed down completely, the tiredness from today catching up to you, and you didn't notice how you fell asleep.

***

Knock-knock

The sudden sound woke you up. The bright morning lights hurt your sleepy eyes, so you hid your face back into the stuffed animal you slept with.

"Lady Furina, your breakfast is ready!"

...

"Lady Furina?"

Wait... what the hell did the person behind the door talk about? Is that one of your relatives pranking you, and you just can't recognize their voice because you're sleepy?

You quickly remembered how bright the lights in the room were. You rose from the bed, tossing the sheets away, but when you did so, you almost tripped on your own hair, its length being right between you and the mattress. This wasn't right! Your hair was never that long! You took one of the locks in your fingers and brought it closer to your face to look at it, and, just like you expected, it was unnaturally silver-blue coloured.

What the actual hell!!

The voice behind the door called for you again:

"Lady Furina, are you awake?"

"Y-yes, I am," your shaking voice sounded completely foreign. The fact that it now sounded so different from your own scared you to death.

The door opened, revealing a maid with a food tray. She entered the room, and placed "your" breakfast to you. Her concerned gaze scattered all over you, as if she was trying to understand what was happening with you, but when your eyes met with hers, she quickly averted her gaze and walked away from the bedroom. Your eyes never left her figure, until she had completely disappeared from your view.

You looked down at the tray.

A bunch of sweet desserts, decorated with various little sprinkles and edible glitters, complete with a cup of tea.

...

You didn't know what to think. Did someone drug you while you were asleep? Drugged and kidnapped you, because this whole room wasn't in your house!

But then again, you did hear about some people sometimes having very hyperrealistic dreams. You tried pinching yourself; of course, nothing happened. Not like it ever did in any of your dreams, anyway. You also remembered that some people's dreams could be so realistic, they were unable to tell them apart from the actual reality. They were waking up, living their day, falling asleep, waking up, and all over again, and it was still a dream. A dream inside of a dream was also a possibility you don't want to exclude.

And Furina's banner was just a few days away!!!

Yes, yes! Your brain just got so overstimulated with thinking about her, that now you're having a hyperrealistic dream about being Furina. This explanation of the situation didn't sound half bad, and even excited you a little.

You remembered every street in the Court of Fontaine, probably even most of the parts in the rest of the nation, at least the released parts of it. Strolling down the street, getting a ride on an aquabus, watching a trial from Furina's throne? Yes, please! The possibility of living a day as Furina, albeit in a dream, now got you hyped, you quickly finished your breakfast (it tasted divine!) and got up.

A very fancy night gown, with lots of frills and a few bows here and there, was rid of. In the closet that you supposed was full of clothing, you fetched yourself a resemblance of Furina's outfit. Strangely, you couldn't find exactly the things that she was wearing in the game, but you didn't pay much attention to this detail.

You looked in the mirror at Furina's vanity. You really did look just like her now! The weird jellyfish haircut, heterochromic eyes, a silly ahoge... Well, now the only thing that you needed was to meet all of Fontaine's playable characters, and you're good to return back to the real world, even if you didn't like the idea of it.

Another maid came soon enough, this time to take the tray away.

"Lady Furina?"

You glanced at her.

"Here is your schedule for today," she said. You took the piece of paper from her, scanning it, only to...

... Find out that it's written in fontainian language.

The maid seemed to notice your confusion, so she tried to help you: "Lady Furina," she started sheepishly, "are you feeling unwell?" You looked at her, trying to figure out if there was a way she could help you. She took it as a sign to continue, "You've slept in this morning, and now you are much less lively than usual. Is something wrong, Lady Furina?"

"Yes, you are very observant!" You did your best to imitate Furina, but it still fell flat, lacking proper emotion. "Your Archon is feeling unwell today, but rest assured, it is nothing that I, Focalors, can't endure!"

...

Does Furina even talk like that?

"...But I would appreciate a little help!"

The silence was too loud.

"Would you like me fetching an assistant for you, Lady Furina?"

Thank goodness!!! You didn't have to ask anything too specific yourself!!! Furina's servants were, just like you said, very observant, probably used to Furina's antics.

"Yes, an assistant would suffice! Thank you," you once again imitated what Furina might say, still not sure if you're in character or not.

But in any case, some time after, an assistant came to you, while you were having another cup of tea in another room that you supposed was Furina's study.

"Good morning, Lady Furina!" He politely bowed to you. You bowed your head slightly in return, asking him after:

"And what your name should be?"

"My name is Yves, Lady Furina. I was sent to assist you for today," he said.

"Of course!" You shoved him your schedule, looking expectedly, resting your chin on your hand.

Yves looked back and forth between you and the schedule, but in the end just gave in:

"W-well, you are mostly free for today. You have two trials today, and after that you are expected to attend to the opening of Hotel Debord," he said.

... Well, that's a bummer.

But a question appeared in your head:

"Is Clorinde busy with something today?"

Yves: "Excuse me, Lady Furina, but.." An obvious struggle could easily be seen on his face. "Who's 'Clorinde'?.."

...

"A-haa, w-well, if you don't know, never mind! I'm sure we can work just fine!" You gulped your remaining tea down and got up. You asked Yves where you two would be going right now, he said that the trials were scheduled earlier. So, the two of you headed toward the exit of Palais Mermonia, took the elevator to the station, and took an aquabus to Opera Epiclese. Of course, not without a few quards by your side.

While you were riding towards the Opera, there were many questions inside your head. First of all, when exactly were you? Where was Clorinde? Why didn't people know about the champion duelist? And while you were on this topic, what did "opening of Hotel Debord" mean?

You supposed the Fontaine in your dream wasn't the same Fontaine from the game; it was numerous years prior the game's events. This was the most logical conclusion. It puzzled you, why would you dream about being Furina in the past, instead of present? Well, dreams were weird like that sometimes, and this isn't even the weirdest you had, so you didn't give too much attention to this detail.

The interior of the aquabus was simply exquisite; it was obvious this wasn't just a typical one, but one made specifically for the Hydro archon, inclusive of all the comfort and convenience. Several pasties were placed on the table next to the comfortable couch, although you have already had your fill in the morning.

So instead, you moved around and pulled the curtains away, revealing the sight of Fontaine's landscapes. The clear skies, crystal clear waters and emerald spiky mountains fascinating you. It was truly an enchanting painting, the sight from your window.

You spent most of the ride looking at the various landscapes. You even went out from the cabin to look at everything without any glass limiting your view. But alas, you arrived at the Marcotte station all too quickly for your liking. But on the other hand, wasn't this where Furina was working? So it only made sense that the ride shouldn't take too long. You should try taking a ride from Court of Fontaine to the station near Sumeru, if that's how long you'd like to ride.

The scenery in the little park was really nice to see in person as well, though! You quickly arrived at the Opera Episclese, and oh god, it's was breathtaking. The huge walls of the building, the little Melusines that were walking and running all over the place, busy with their work, and of course the beautiful fountains. The little fountains in front of the building, and the Fountain of Lucine in the center of the square. You've probably never seen anything more beautiful.

You were accompanied by the guards, so the curious people and fans stayed away, letting you peacefully enter the building. But as soon as you were about to get to the second floor, Yves stopped you.

"Lady Furina, why are you going there? I thought this is the way to your personal seat?.." his voice was very careful and pretty quiet, as if he was afraid to accidentally offend you.

"Oh, right," you laughed a little, "it seems I didn't have enough sleep last night!~" You made a little showing off movement, one that you supposed Furina might do in order to bring the conversation from a weird topic, and proceeded to the room Yves asked you about. You asked him to wait for you after the trials were over.

The first trial in itself was!!...

...

Now it wasn't really polite to call it boring, right?..

But you really couldn't help it. Maybe it was your problem that you played Ace Attorney and Danganronpa too much, now every trial you could possibly attend wouldn't bring you any excitement or make you interested. You supposed you had something in common with Furina...

The second trial was after a short intermission, and it was nothing better than the first one. Both cases weren't anything worth of remembering, just typical boring cases of people's problems. Weren't even murder mysteries. Was this the best your brain could generate for you?...

The walk back to the aquabus station was quiet and, you had to admit, quite nice. The trials took most of the day and the sun was nearing the horizon by now; just a few more hours and it was going to be hidden. Although, you were quite curious to see Neuvillette in action! His presence was very powerful and authoritarian, yet very gentle and caring at the same time. He was the most interesting thing you've seen so far. He was definitely very intriguing, and if there's anything you'd attend another trial for, that's Neuvillette for sure! You liked him, but he was never your most favorite, pretty far behind the Hydro Archon and the Knave...

Arlecchino...

It was quite sad that this dream was set before the game's events. Maybe if you could meet with her, you'd actually have a chance?? The thought made you giggle a little silly, and Yves gave you a look even though he tried his best to appear the most polite... You quickly returned back to a calm expression, and soon you arrived back at the Court of Fontaine.

The rest of the evening you couldn't keep yourself focused. Paparazzi surrounded you, as you gave a short pre-prepared speech that you were asked to give, and you of course tried some of the desserts at the Hotel's restaurant. You quickly noticed that they had a cake they promoted as their specialty, and what caught your attention immediately was the fact that.. they only sold 16 slices a day!

The textures blend perfectly together, and the sweet and fruity cream were like nothing you've ever tried back home! This little cake, it was just perfect. Each bite made you want to grin wider as you savoured this little slice of heaven. After you were done with the slice, you asked Yves to pack some additional ones to take back to Palais.

You returned back to your quarters.

Today way... something. Definitely not what you initially expected. You didn't even get to see Charlotte among the paparazzi !! Was Neuvillette really the only playable character, other than yourself as Furina, that you would meet?.. You didn't even get to talk to him, only exchanging a brief greetings with him during the first trial, and then, after the second one, he quickly retired from his judge duties for today, probably burying himself in papers.

You asked a maid to serve you another one of the special cake's slices for today's dinner, and you smiled to yourself: getting in Furina's shoes was easier than you thought it might be! She was really fun to roleplay as, even if you weren't always sure what she would say or do.

You really didn't want to wake up. Going back to the boring real world? After not even meeting with your favorites? It saddened you, but you finished your cake, smiling as you tried to accept your fate. The bed seemed to be made by your servants, the sheets changed and a nightgown prepared.

Well, at least you would depart Teyvat with comfort!~

You hugged as many stuffed animals as was possible, and closed your eyes, your mind drifting off to dreams.

***

A knock on the door woke you up.

You hid your face in the sheets, trying to hide from the disturbance.

"Lady Furina, your breakfast is ready!"

...

Did you hear it correctly?

You got up as quickly as possible, and rushed to.. somewhere, where you spotted a mirror. Silver hair, blue strikes, heterochromia, someone else's face... How was it possible? Was it a dream inside a dream? And how many more cycles of this would you have to endure before you would wake up??

"Come in!" you answered the maid, and she stepped inside your bedroom, with your breakfast on a tray.

...

You thought, this day would be just a dream inside a dream. But when you woke up for the third time in Furina's quarters, you started panicking. What the hell was going on?!

Your brain was playing tricks on you and you didn't like it.

The fourth time made you anxious. Were you in some kind of coma? No, that's definitely not a coma, the dream is too hyperrealistic and portrayed surroundings way too believable for anyone to say it was just a dream. You had physical feelings, needs, and could sense everything; even things that were usually missing in your typical dreams.

When you woke up in Furina's bed for the seventh time, marking a week, you lost your hope.

This was a Sunday. Ironic, because around 2am on Sunday was the time you fell asleep in your home. Well at least, you were free today. Yves really didn't lie that day when he said you would be mostly free... The days following your first one were filled with even more trials, private meetings, and various events... Those five days exhausted you beyond any limit you had back home.

So... This didn't seem like a dream anymore. You really became Furina, the Hydro archon. But if that's the case, where did Furina go? You were scared, scared very much, but there was nothing in your powers, you were able to do nothing. And the worst thing, you were alone. Completely. Nobody would believe you if you said that you got isekai'd into the Hydro archon, into Teyvat, and if you so as tried to tell so, you wouldn't get away from various accusations.

You spend most of the day in "your"... no, in your bed, thinking about what to do next.

Well, first of all, you didn't have to think too much about the prophecy, because you knew that it would definitely be resolved with the traveler's help. Even if you didn't know the full story. This, at least, crosses out one of the things you have to worry about.

Next... You didn't do anything specific to end up here, so you didn't know how to escape. So the best and most healthy thing would be, just accepting your new life. Worrying about getting back would only lead to so much stress that you might not be able to endure it, especially paired with the stress you were bound to get from your new job. It scared you. You didn't know anything about Furina's life. You experienced a tiny bit of it, but just how much more you were about to experience next? This made you want to cry, but you felt too exhausted to do so.

You quickly thought about the things that you needed to do while you are here. First and most importantly, you needed to learn Fontainian language. You'd get nowhere without it. Then, you must find out just how many years ago from the main story were you. And then, you probably should do something about your position as the archon. People weren't treating Furina seriously due to her antics and theatrics, as well as silly laws, so you will have to do something with it. But this was a goal for the long run, and not something you could do right now.

You found a notebook somewhere in Furina's... in your study, and took a book from the library on the first floor of the Palais Mermonia. With those two (and a pen), you headed towards the streets of the Court of Fontaine. You really needed some fresh air.

You remembered lurking on some social media, and seeing how the writing in Fontaine is, actually, a simple english but written in different characters. Using this information, you were about to decipher the alphabet. On the other hand, you could always just take a children's book and learn from it, but you really didn't want to put your image in danger like this. What if someone sees you?? You couldn't allow it. It also made you excited a bit, the idea of trying to understand the thing on your own; and you needed to get something except trials and private meetings in your head.

You took a seat outside a cafe, and ordered some coffee. While drinking it, you got to work. It wasn't as hard as you initially thought it might be, given it *is* english. First, you were looking for one letter words, "I" and "A", and you quickly found the corresponding characters. You didn't know which was which yet, but that was easy to check. You now searched for three letter words, "and", "was", "did", etc... you found a word with a letter you recognized in the middle, with the same two letters in the beginning and the end of the word, so you supposed this were the letters I and D, with the third known to you letter seemingly being A. Then, using this info, you found the character for N, and now you knew at least four letters.

Like so, you continued to decipher the rest of the alphabet, but you grew tired quicker than you'd like. The process wasn't as hard as was it tedious. When you were looking around or blinking, you could still see black and white lines before your eyes... This was probably enough for today. You stretched and took left the cafe, deciding to take a stroll through the streets.

The meka-guards were a little scary at first, but you quickly got used to hearing the metal steps and cogs ticking. The streets were bustling with people, and you couldn't help but feel jealous. They had somewhere to go to, they had people who were waiting for them at home.

You? You had nothing. Nothing and no one. Not anymore.

This realisation was devastating and drowned you all too sudden. First you were simply walking, enjoying the sunset, and now the emptiness was eating you from the inside. The change caught you off guard so badly that you froze in the middle of the street, your face completely empty and looking through the people and things that were around.

Sigh

This isn't how you should be... Feeling like this, it won't get you anywhere. You must be strong.

Maybe someday you would find someone who you would trust enough, but when would that day come? And would it come at all? You didn't know. You didn't know anything.

You returned to Palais Mermonia, had your dinner and retired for today, not a single coherent thought in your head. You weren't sure if you were ready for tomorrow.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x you #genshin fanfic #arlecchino #arlecchino x reader #furina #this will kinda count as #arlecchino x furina #arlefuri #female reader #wlw

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nine-of-words · 2 months

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Something Borrowed (Part Ten)

M Gargoyle x M Reader

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Wordcount: 5127

Content Warnings: Discussion of a Breakup

The horrors have been numerous and persistent for me lately, so this part took its sweet time getting written. Not much else to say about this chapter, other than I’m very excited to write the next one!!

It seems that things are determined to go sideways today.

“Sorry to drop all of this on ya so early, but I knew you’d be awake.” Your sister’s voice comes through the speaker of your device.

You are indeed awake. You haven’t been sleeping well lately, despite it feeling like what you do the most these days- no idea why that would be- so you were already up and slowly trudging through your morning routine. But now you’re distracted with the call, going through making yourself a desperately needed cup of coffee mostly by feel in your dimly lit apartment kitchen.

“It’s okay- So, how exactly did this happen?”

“She took a wee tumble down the stairs. Got up in the middle of the night to get water, fell ass over kettle.”

“Oh, spirits. But you said it wasn’t serious, right?”

“Eh. Fractured her wrist, or so the doctor says. Right, Ma?” You hear a bit of noise in the background that sounds remarkably like your mother being quietly muttering in a displeased manner. “She’ll be right as rain soon enough. But she’s going to be in the cast for a tick.”

“Do I need to book a flight?”

“Hmm. You know we love to see ya- but nah. It's really not all that dire. Think she's tired of all the fuss by now, really.” She explains, before immediately switching into compulsory older sibling teasing. “Plus won't your new fella miss you? Unless you want to bring him along to meet what he's got to look forward to joining up with.”

“Haha… Yeah, you’re right. I suppose you��ll just have to wait…” You haven’t told them he’s not exactly your fella at the moment. What would you even say?

After a bit more conversation, Emer puts your mother on, and you speak to her for a short while. It assuages your worry a little, but not nearly enough to take the edge off. Though she's adamant you don't let her little mishap scare you into making sudden travel plans, you can't help but let it add to your ratings worries.

Maybe… you should go home?

You hang up your voci and look down at the brewed coffee that’s just started to drip through the filter. In your absent minded state, you’ve managed to put the exact mug you’ve been avoiding into the machine.

But there it is, the pink and white curves of ceramic reminding you of everything you're trying to push out of your mind.

You let out a long, frustrated sigh, pausing to stare vacantly at the mug.

Maybe putting an ocean between you and here will help you forget what you could have right now instead, if you weren't cursed.

You have all day to sit on it, you suppose, and can make a decision later. But you do have a business to run in the meantime, so you return to the process of adding your usual milk and sugar.

It doesn’t help the bitter taste at all today.

Things don’t really go much better for you the longer the day progresses.

“This is too sweet,” The older woman across the counter says, brandishing the mostly eaten cupcake in its paper lining. “I want a refund.”

“Well, it's a cupcake, m’am. It is mostly sugar…” You don’t even have the energy to muster your usual level of pleasantness. You barely keep from grimacing as you ring up the refund, just to get this person out of your hair.

Your customers are usually not this problematic, but you’re beginning to think that no one is having a good day today. You can deal with grumpy or picky people, but usually they’re not quite so many of them in a concentrated blast. Every little interaction is finding its way under your skin, and that’s not even taking into account how hard it is to concentrate and get any meaningful progress done.

Though, this is a task you’ve been pointedly avoiding that you’ll have to start sooner or later, today.

You’ve got to finish putting together Devin and Trevor’s cake- if you want it to be solid enough to put flowers in before delivery tomorrow night, which is rapidly approaching the longer you dawdle.

As in, nearly can be measured in hours instead of days soon.

It was different when it was just… anonymous cake layers you were cutting out and leveling. That could’ve been for anyone’s cake! But the more personality that goes into it, the more the subtle, nagging grief makes it difficult to work on.

You sigh and glob a stabilizing dollop of the vanilla buttercream- Trevor's choice- onto the base with your offset spatula.

It’s not as if you’re jealous that your ex is getting married at this point. You’re far past the stage of wanting him back by now. It just… all seems so unfair. Hopeless. He was able to wound you so deeply when he left- and just when you thought you had healed and moved on, carved out some new happiness for yourself- that got taken away, too.

Why should he get to be happy when you’re on the short end of the stick again?

You center a cake layer, then slather some more buttercream, spreading it out to make a glue for the next layer to adhere onto.

You’ll just have to think about it as Devin’s cake. It’s for your friend. That’s how you’ll get through this. You’ll do a good job, for your friend. Even if she’s marrying your ex, she should still get the best cake you can make for her, like you’d do for any other client.

Another layer of cake. A layer of elven berry compote that you made fresh yesterday- also Trevor’s choice, naturally. Another layer of cake. Then, repeat it all again.

As much as you try to rationalize that to yourself as you work through applying the crumb coat, you can’t help but realize you’ve been white-knuckling the spatula handle by time you’ve finished applying the buttercream.

Eventually, you have all of the crumb coated tiers ready on cake boards, to be given another coat and assembled after they’ve firmed up for a bit.

You mercifully shut the disassembled cake in the cooler, relieved that you don’t have to look at it for another few hours. Though, you have to hand it to yourself, even when your life is falling apart, you can make a bang-up gorgeous cake.

The demands of your business don’t stop just because you’re having a bad day and have other things to do, unfortunately. You’re not sure what portal to Hell has opened nearby, but it seems like all of the most awful customers have all decided to come to your shop today to take out their anger on you.

“No, we don’t do tiered pies here. I don’t even know if you’d be able to do that without making a mes- Well, okay. Have a nice day-” You say, though the person on the other end of the line has already hung up on you.

You turn to face the customer waiting at the counter, but before you can even greet them, they interrupt you with a snapping of their fingers.

“Where’s our waiter? I put our order into the kiosk twenty minutes ago and no one has even been by to so much as pour our water!”

“Oh, well, you can eat-in here, that’s what the seating is for, but we’re not a full service-”

“Ugh, fine! Just get me my order already, then.” The customer barks and you have to bite your tongue to restrain yourself from snapping back.

By time you reach another lull in activity and get back to work on Devin’s cake, your jaw and shoulders are fully tensed.

Since it’s slow, you take out the gumpaste. You have another tray of roses to sculpt so they can dry on time to place them tomorrow, so you might as well knock it out sooner than later.

Maybe none of this would be getting to you so much, but the full weight of the wedding being tomorrow is bearing down on you. The one saving grace is that Kirby will be there to distract you- at least you won’t be alone. You’ll deliver the cake, you’ll get through the ceremony, you’ll stay for a brief yet socially acceptable amount of time at the reception, and then you’ll go home and this whole excruciating ordeal will be over.

You just have to finish this cake and get through tonight first.

Only a few more hours until close.

You can do this.

You make it another hour, rolling thinned pieces of sugary paste into delicate petals, before the bell door rings, and the person you see walk through the door gives you pause.

It’s not Carlyle, as you’ve been hoping it was every single time you hear the shop bell jingle since the last time you saw him. But it certainly looks like him, in everything but personal styling, and of course, the shape of the quartzose horns protruding from his brow.

Today it seems he’s left his body glitter at home, however. He’s dressed in relatively casual clothing; a hoodie (midriff still intact), untied slim joggers, immaculately clean sneakers. The difference is so staggering you might not have even recognized him as the same person, compared to his last visit, if he didn’t have Carlyle’s face; which you can now see clearly underneath his loose brown curls, this time not covered by the shadow of his hood.

“Hey.”

He gives you a tilt of his chin in acknowledgement and smiles an uncannily similar, fanged smile to the one you’ve grown accustomed to seeing. It’s a stab of pain, how sorely you miss it right now, and seeing it again, but just different enough to not be it.

“Uh. Hi, Marcus?” You say in a stilted manner, not really sure how to proceed. “You are… looking less gilded today than last time.”

“Hahahah, yeah. I didn’t have work last night, dude. No hangover!”

“Hah. Right…”

“But good to see you again, man! …I was wonderin-”

“Listen, if you’re here to deliver a message or something, I really can’t do this right now.” You cut him off, begging more than anything at this point to not have another thing go wrong or a twist of the knife today. You scrub at your face with your forearm to keep your hands sanitary, the deep pit of frustration starting to bubble out of you unintentionally. “And he knows to not-”

“Hey, no man, listen! It’s nothing like that.” He pats his curls down, the same way that his brother occasionally does with his dreadlocks when he’s smoothing out a misunderstanding. “He’d be PISSED if I knew he was here, hahah. He told me never to come here on my own after last time!”

“Well, maybe you should follow his instruction on that matter.” You say dryly and continue to roll the soft substance in silent judgement. “He usually knows what he’s talking about.”

Marcus seems to take this as a bad sign, his face twisting into a look of exasperation.

“Fine! Gimme a dozen cupcakes then. Fuck, make it any flavor, dude, I don’t even care.” He starts rifling through his pants pockets, finally pulling out his wallet, and then a card that he puts on the counter. It’s got his name printed on it, rather than Carlyle’s, so you suppose he’s gotten it replaced since the last time. “You’ve gotta talk to me if I’m a customer ‘n shit, right?”

“You know I do have the right to refuse service to you…?”

“Yeah man, but I don’t think you’re gonna! You’re too nice, from what I’ve heard.” Marcus says with the sort of shit-eating grin on his face that absolutely makes you want to refuse service to him, but with a vengeance.

“Well if you’re not here on your brother’s behalf…” You sigh in your own matching exasperated look and set down your gumpaste project to start boxing a dozen cupcakes. “Why are you here, then?”

“I’m gonna be totally honest with you, dude. He didn’t send me, but it is about him. I’m like, super worried about him.”

“Oh…” You can’t help yourself, you have to ask. “Is he alright…?”

“Hell no! He’s all fucked up, man! The other night, I left at 8pm and he was still in the same spot at 11am when I got back in. Same book, same fit, same stale cup of coffee. He had sat still in the same place reading whatever nerd shit he was reading for so long that he deadass went half solid.”

You can’t find the words to respond to that. The guilt gnaws at you like you gnaw at your bottom lip, but in a strange way, you feel validated that he’s still as messed up about things as you are.

“Look, whatever he did, it can’t be that bad, right? It’s Lyle!! He like, never fucks up like that.” He leans over the counter, talking with his hands in another show of familiar, yet foreign-in-this-context expression. He taps his chest with the fingertips of a spread hand for emphasis. “And I would know, ‘cuz I’M the family fuck up here. So, maybe you could like, just forgive him and junk? Make up or whatever?”

“It’s not…” You take a second to steady your breath. You’ve been trying to suppress these feelings for weeks, and now they’re getting dragged up so suddenly. “It’s not something he did. It’s… outside circumstances…”

You hesitate for a brief moment before you pick out the last of the random assortment; an orange and mixed spice flavor you found yourself trying out.

“That’s it? There’s no gettin’ around it, huh?”

“No. I'm sorry. It's complicated. I just can't.” You say with weakened conviction as you tape the box up, and then hoping to persuade yourself once again, add; “It’s better this way.”

“Right-” Marcus straightens up and rocks back and forth on his feet, his sneakers squeaking slightly against the tile with the motion. “Sorry if pushing was out of line, dude.”

“Don't worry about it- honestly, I'm sort of glad you showed up.” You smile, bittersweet. “It’s good that he has someone looking out for him.”

“Yeah.” Marcus smiles a conflicted smile back, then takes his cupcakes to go. “See you ‘round, dude.”

You find yourself having a silent argument with yourself as you finish the rest of the roses.

There’s the guilt, of course. Are you a bad person if you know that this separation is hurting you both, and yet you’re continuing to enforce it? Maybe you should have just let Marcus convince you to reach out?

Seeing someone with such familiar features has only made your heart ache that much more for what you’re missing.

Perhaps it’s for the best that you don’t have any customers in the shop at the moment, because they’d be able to clearly see you sneering at empty air and grumbling to yourself.

By the time you finish the last petal on the last rose of the tray, you’re no closer to having resolved your internal disagreement.

You put the roses away, and pull out your fully set, crumb-coated cake. Now just to put the final layer of frosting on, and then you’ll be done for the night.

As you set the tray down on the counter, your voci starts ringing in your pocket. You remove your gloves and answer the call, seeing that it’s Kirby. They’ve been checking in on you a lot more often lately, like you’re a sickly pet needing constant supervision. They're not entirely wrong.

You greet them as you put them on speaker. Then you wash up, and reglove as their voice comes through on the other end.

“So! How is your day going so far?”

“Oh, you know. Typical weekend customers. Ma broke her wrist.” You say flatly, smoothing out the buttercream on the top of the lowest cake tier with a spin of the stand with well-practiced motions.

“Oh no! That’s terrible! Is she okay??”

“She’s fine, but it’s still stressful that I can’t be there to help out.”

Once you’re finished getting a perfectly even, level surface on the lowest tier, you begin the process again on a slightly smaller scale on the next largest cake tier.

“Mmm. Yeah, it must be, being so far away.”

“And Carlyle’s brother came into the shop earlier.” You continue, now lathing more buttercream onto the sides.

“Whaaaat??? No!! Glitter Boy?! Oh my SPIRITS you’ve gotta tell me all the details right now!”

“There’s not a lot to say, really. Told me Carlyle’s not taking it well either, and now I feel like a villain.”

“You’re not a villain,” Kirby sighs. “Sometimes things are just. Y’know. Messy.”

You continue to make your way through doing the final coat on the cake tiers, each one going progressively faster as they diminish in size.

“Oh, and how could I forget- I’m making a cake for my ex’s wedding that social pressure is forcing me to attend. So you know. The usual.”

“Hahah- Ooh, bummer. Well, when you put it like that, it does sound like, toooootally miserable! You’re having a pretty horrible day, and I’m… definitely not about to make it worse, hahah!!”

“Oh no.” You hiss through gritted teeth. “Something’s wrong, then?”

They laugh nervously, a little giggle-whimper that you can’t possibly be irritated with.

You’re silent as you begin to fill a piping bag with buttercream, waiting for Kirby to divulge their information.

“I MAY have some bad news.”

“Oh. Lovely. Just grand! More bad news is exactly what I need at this current moment.” You say, dripping with sarcasm.

“I know!!! Believe me, I know! But I wanted to tell you as soon as I found out.” Kirby sighs. “I just got out of a meeting with my boss and they’re sending me out of town on a case. I have to get on a red eye in a few hours.”

“But… the wedding is tomorrow…”

“Yeah, that would be the problem! But I can’t exactly tell my boss to fuck off and still have a job, y’know??? Soooooo. We are in. damage. control. mode!”

“It’s okay.” You say, it not really being okay at all, but not wanting to lash out at your friend who’s only ever tried to help you in any given situation. You’re simply too stunned to even start to panic.

“Nope! It’s ABSOLUTELY not! But I’ll be there in like, an hour!! I’ll bring dinner and we can totally figure out a plan B, okay? Or I guess plan C or D by now- But bestie, I don’t care if I have to HIRE an escort to take you to that wedding, you’re not going alone! Especially not because of stupid work interference!!”

“Hah- A-Alright.” You laugh weakly and speak through a sharp intake of air, but manage to not sound like you’re about to burst into tears, even though you desperately want to. “See you soon.”

The call ends, but you continue working, despite the rapidly expanding pit of terror in your gut and the sting at the back of your eyes.

This news, surprisingly, does not help your ability to finish this cake.

You keep going, but not without roadblocks. Your eyes screw closed in frustration and pain. Your teeth grit. Your hand clenches around the bag, nearly squeezing the frosting out of the back end of it.

As a small mercy, closing time finally comes and you turn off the light, though you leave the door unlocked, given you’re expecting Kirby sometime in the next hour or so.

You need to move on to piping some of the finer details- But you can't even think about piping an even line right now, not with the way your hand is trembling.

Still, you persist, pushing the bag back taut and re-twisting the open end.

“Stop. Shaking.” You hiss out loud at yourself, your body refusing to obey even your own verbal instructions.

You just need to get this cake done. Is that so much to ask?

Kirby is coming over and you’ll find a solution for the wedding. You won’t have to go to your ex's wedding alone. It will be fine.

The tremor in your hand nearly causes you to stab through the layer you’re working on with the piping tip, so you take a moment to straighten up your posture and try to loosen your locking muscles. You take a few calming breaths, then go back in and manage to finish the last few filigree details on the tier you're working on.

Your hand is already shaking again. You ignore it. You’ll get through this. You have to.

But every time you regain focus, the thought of Carlyle as a miserable and inert statue keeps creeping back unbidden into your mind.

It’s all too much. Too much. Too much.

The lights above you flicker. A buzz of energy ripples through the room.

The pressure on your chest is unbearable now. Blood rushes in your ears.

You can’t deal with this anymore.

You can’t even think-!

POP-

In an instant, something cold and cloying splatters across the side of your face and the bridge of your nose, the front of your shirt, your clenched hands and outstretched forearms.

You bring a hand to your face in shock, blindly testing the sudden change in texture.

Your fingertips come away coated in sticky, sugary goop, and bits of shredded vanilla sponge cake.

And where the cake tiers were sitting on the counter, there’s a conspicuous absence of a cake, only the sparse large chunk of shrapnel- a bloodless crime scene, the mostly empty, frosting smeared cakeboards evoking the essence of a chalk body outline.

Well. You’ll be damned.

The cake exploded.

Hoarse, incredulous laughter escapes your throat- first in disbelief, then in bitter resignation. No other reaction really seems to suit this situation more.

Because your life is a joke. A bad joke.

Your laughs thin out, turning into choked sobs. You sink down until you’re sitting on your cold shop floor with your back against a cabinet, and bring the lower clean edge of the apron up to cry into.

Eventually, the unrestrained weeping quiets into silent tears Time has passed, as evidenced by the sky beginning to darken outside.

“Heeeeellooooo~! I’m heee-” You hear a familiar voice call out and then equally familiar hoof falls on the tile. There’s a rapid change in their tone, making a 180° turn into hushed concern. “Oh. Well fuck, that doesn’t look good-”

After a few moments, Kirby rounds the counter, an inquisitive look on their face.

You can’t even muster the embarrassment to be seen like this, too tired and emotionally drained and just simply done with it all.

You expect a look of pity or maybe some awkward fussing, but instead, Kirby simply gives you a knowing smile.

“What a mess!!” Kirby shakes their head, curls tumbling as they assess the damage. “You’re not hurt, are you, honey?”

You shake your head weakly, rubbing at your eye with your inner wrist.

“Good! Well then, let’s get this all cleaned up!” They chirp and reach out their hand, palm up.

After the moment it takes to recognize the gesture, you take their hand. Kirby’s grip is surprisingly strong for being such a petite faun, and they easily manage to help you to your feet.

“You don’t have to-”

“Well I’m NOT going to let you sit here and cry covered in frosting all night.” Kirby laughs, beginning to roll up the sleeves of their work shirt. “So. Yes I do~”

“...Thank you.” You sniffle.

“Don’t mention it!!” They laugh. “You go get cleaned up and I’ll start tackling this absolute disaster zone!”

You trudge upstairs and debate on the benefits of a full shower before deciding that it’s worth it, even if ten more cakes explode. You’re uncomfortably sticky down your neck and arms.

Maybe you can wash this day away, while you’re at it…

Before long you’re redressed and coming back downstairs- if not feeling completely refreshed, you at least now have it in you to face the (suddenly much longer) list of tasks ahead. Kirby has gotten most of the cake into a trash bag, and is wiping down the counter.

“There, you look much better! Now, come tell me what was happening when this happened, will you?”

You join them, grabbing a sanitizer rag and beginning to help wipe down the closest surface. You describe as best you can exactly what you were doing, feeling, and thinking about when the cake exploded, just as you’ve explained to them about the previous incidents that you weren’t physically present for.

“Hmm.” Kirby hums quizzically. “Well, the good news is I’ve got a potential solution for the wedding dilemma.”

“Oh?” You’d be lying if you said that the promise of a stressor being removed didn’t sound divine.

“Actually, I’ve already convinced Rosario to go with you, if you want, while I was on the way over. Did you know that she’s surprisingly easy to bribe?!” Kirby giggles. “But to be honest- I didn’t even need to bribe her!! She agreed before I offered anything in return. Apparently wedding cake and an open bar is enough reason for her to turn up, or so she said. But I think it’s because she likes you.”

“That’s… very kind of her.” She wouldn’t be the worst companion for the event- you’ve grown quite fond of her presence in your shop, prickly attitude and all.

“Yeah! She’ll easily make your ex just as uncomfortable as I was planning to, all on her own merit, hehe!! BUUUUUT, I think you know what I’m about to say-”

“Don’t…”

“You should call him!” Kirby says in the most obnoxiously sing-song sweet tone they can, and you wince hard.

“I can’t-”

“But you can~!!”

“But I don’t think I should-”

“Well, maybe you should think again, sweetie!! You absoluuuuutely should! Because if this-” Kirby motions to the partially cleaned up buttercream splatter still coating the vicinity. “Isn’t proof enough that it’s not a him problem, I don’t know what would be!!”

You drag a palm across your face, overwhelmed, and heave a sigh.

“At the end of the day it’s your choice! I can’t make you call him. But you miss him, and he misses you! I know this for a fact! And SPIRITS is he being SO insufferable about it!! And so are you!!!! And it’s just a BIT silly to keep drawing this out like this.”

“But… I don’t want him to get hurt…”

“Listen. We know there’s something attached to you- Rosario’s exorcism attempt confirmed that much. But there’s no like, actual indication that any of that is related to what’s happening with the curse. It’s just not how this kind of magic works. We’re almost certain we’re dealing with two unconnected, non-standard issues complicating each other at this point- some sort of spirit attached to you, and some sort of ley-based magical compulsion in play- but we don’t know the source of where either of those things are coming from. Yet.”

“Right.” You say, pausing your cleaning work to take in the new information.

“Though, someone has some very promising ideas about the later being some sort of messed up geas, and Rosario seems like she has a hunch on what is in the shop.”

“But… it just feels like it’s getting worse. Not that I don’t appreciate your efforts, of course…”

“I know it feels that way. But I am good at my job! And I’ve been keeping track of the numbers this whole time, y’know?? I’ve got the DATA. Do you know what I’ve noticed the most as a trend over the time I've been working your case?”

You simply shake your head to give them time to build dramatic tension before they continue.

“The cakes explode more when you’re upset!! Like, a whole, whole lot more! And quite frankly at this point, in my professional opinion, you being separated from him is making it WORSE!!”

“...You really think it’d be okay to ask him-” To go back to how it was before, to be with me again; you want to say, but end up continuing instead; “to come with me to the wedding?”

You have the feeling Kirby understands what you wanted to say, anyway, based on their pleased expression, like they’re finally getting the message through to you.

“You’re my friend!! And as your friend, I am HEREBY giving you the permission that you’re not giving yourself! I wouldn’t be suggesting this to you if I didn’t think it was safe.” Kirby squarely lays their hands on you on the shoulders, though they need to reach up slightly to do it. “If anything, having him there might keep you from getting bent out of shape at your ex and blowing up the second cake, like, at the actual wedding.”

“That would be horrible.” You rasp and find yourself genuinely smiling for the first time all day, trying to blink back the sting of more tears threatening to spill, though this time more out of a sense of appreciation than despair.

“It. Would. Be. HILARIOUS.” Kirby says with a mischievous grin, patting your shoulders with each word for emphasis. “And if it were to happen, I would hope you were recording it. Y’know, for data collection purposes, hehehe!! But it would also be, let’s say: bad for business.”

You manage to finish getting things looking clean, as if nothing bad had happened at all, Kirby has called their ride to the airport.

“Now, I have to go or I’m going to miss my flight and my boss will probably-actually-literally murder me.”

“And I have a cake to remake.” You quietly lament. “If you want, I can get on the plane and you can make the cake…”

Kirby lets out a string of giggles, picking their carry-on bag off the seat at the counter they stashed it on..

“Hahah- No thanks!! But- Call him.” Kirby repeats as they give you a squeezing hug goodbye. “Or Rosario, if you must. But don’t make yourself go alone. And keep me updated!! All of the juicy wedding gossip, please. I’m definitely going to be bored out of my mind otherwise, hehe!!”

Then they release you from their grip to head out the door with one last wave and a jingle of the shop bell.

You, on the other hand, let out a long, withering sigh and pull out another set of white cake layers from the cooler.

…It’s going to be a long night.

>> ✨ MASTERLIST >> ☕ KO-FI

#exophilia #monster lover #monster romance #monster x human #monster x reader #gargoyle x reader #gargoyle #male x male #mlm #mxm #male monster #male reader #series: something borrowed #oc: carlyle #oc: declan #nine of words

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nekoashiii · 2 years

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More questions for teen reader au! (If thats ok)

1. Does reader have any special powers/abilities?

2. Will reader ever say how they got to teyvat(being isekai'd)?

3. How would reader rule over teyvat?

Love this au

You are more than welcomed to send me asks about any au, I enjoy writing about it!

Previous parts ──‌➤‌‌ 1, 2,

1- Explaining is a bit difficult but well, yes and no. Reader doesn't have vision like powers or they can't just levitate.

But that doesn't mean they are powerless, you see anything they talk to responds back to them, for example, they look at a mirror and the reflection waves at her, or she talks to a pen and the pen starts writing on something to respond back, what in the Disney shit

And no one is really safe from their powers, they whisper to themselves about how they wished today weather was stormy and boom, the sky will start to rumble at their will.

Same goes with this, zhongli and other are walking with reader in the palace (more like them following reader everywhere since this is the more realistic way au)

Reader decides that they are tired of this shit and runs to another corner of the manor with the acolytes chasing them, they do find reader but before they can get anywhere close, walls appear infront of you and separate the acolytes and reader. Teyvat only listen to the creator, you.

2- Tbh they can say whatever they want and their words hold the price of gold, diamonds, their words are precious. However, on this matter even if they do say how they got here or what a device is, no one really understands, they don't have the brain cells to understand what the absolute hell is a phone (unless you are talking to albedo or Dottore) Still they think you are a god in that world as well, a world full of gods. So it would be counted as something holy to explain to them how you descended. (You can bet your ass they will teach kids at school about this)

3-readers place in like.. a massive building, 100 times bigger than a normal castle you see in a Chinese drama.

It's like absolutely massive, even living in it for 3 months you still haven't explored some parts of it

Important business will be moved near your palace since that city is now the capital of teyvat.

Ayato, Pantalone, ningguang, etc.. they would move in. Yes move in. They managed to use Suger coated words and guilt trip you into letting them move in the palace so they would be close to you, and plus their business would boost like 0 to 100

But you don't stay in your palace all the time, you have other places to stay at for 1 month, inazuma, liyue, fontain, mondstad, Snezhnaya, etc..

And your clothing changes to the style of the country, exp: inazuma: kimonos with lavish hairpins, liyue: (I forgot what the name is but I added a picture)

As I like to add, the clothes you wear is genuinely not even fun anymore

I did some research and the weight of the crown you should wear is around..8-20 kg.

DO YOU KNOW HOW HEAVY THAT IS?? And the long dresses you can trip on 💀

Example if you are over 14:

Keep in mind that you change clothes when you visit other countries

Liyue: china,‌ ‌Inazuma: japan ,‌ Mondstadt: Germany,‌ ‌Snezhnaya:Russia

Take liyue clothing as an example for this

3- alot of people would not expect this but, you are not really free like those sagau fics you read. If we are talking realistic, you aren't allowed to even step a foot outside without an army of people trailing behind you

Keeping that in mind, your word is law, what you desire is law, you want students to have 6 months of break instead of 3? Say less.

So yes politic spins around you. It's a different case if reader is young. In that case the archons would take control with your premission until you are 13.

And if you are over 15, you should review the rules of each country and correct and add stuff if you like.

#sagau #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau yandere #x reader #yandere cult genshin #sagau fatui #yandere sagau #sagau zhongli #sagau inazuma #sagau mondstadt #sagau fatui harbingers

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writerswho · 1 year

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Wednesday, rather, Weems in Wednesday's body enters her-- the principal's quarters without ceremony.

“There is such a thing as knocking before you enter, did you know that?” Weems, or to be more precise, Wednesday trapped in the principal's body, says from her seat at the kitchen island,

“You're dating Enid!” Weems says, somewhat alarmed.

“Oh, you found out,” she doesn't seem the least bit bothered by the situation.

“I can't date a student? Especially not when that student is my daughter!” Weems tries not to scream, she doesn't want to run the risk of the walls hearing it, but keeping calm is becoming increasingly difficult.

“And you think I want to date my parents?” The disgust is perceptible in the teenager's adult voice. “Do you know how many messages my father has sent me-- sent you today alone?” The principal's phone vibrates tirelessly on the table. “I swear to the devil, if it's another one of his messages, I'm going to kill him and throw his body in a ditch where no one will be able to find it to bring him back.”

“He will keep sending messages until you answer,” Weems walks over to the island and picks up the phone. She types something quick and sends it. The phone vibrates twice more and then silence, Wednesday sighs in relief. “There, he'll leave you alone for a while.”

“Can't I just block him until all this is sorted out?” Wednesday throws the phone into one of the drawers, a deep hatred for the device bubbling up in her chest.

“And run the risk of Gomez showing up here and making a big deal out of it in front of the entire school?” Weems raises one of Wednesday's eyebrows in defiance.

“I hate you,” the teenager replies.

“Me? But I didn't do anything.”

“Of course you did, this is all your fault.”

“You're the one playing with a dangerous book and testing spells left and right!”

“It wasn't a dangerous book, it was a book from my family's personal library.”

“So, an extremely dangerous book.”

“And everything was going very well until you meddled where you shouldn't have.”

“Wednesday, you are my student, my stepdaughter and my daughter-in-law! I couldn't just let you stupidly dangerous things without stopping you!” Weems lets the words flow in the heat of the moment, without noticing what she is saying.

Wednesday stares at her in a way that doesn't match the blonde's face, she blinks twice and then throws the woman in her body a deadly stare, which makes Weems realize why her staff trembles at the base every time she looks at them like that. “Never repeat any of those words again,” warns Wednesday, “especially not together.”

“I regretted it as soon as the words came out of my mouth,” she admits, pulling herself together. “Wouldn't it be better if we talked to your mother?” Weems changes the subject.

“No!”

“Wednesday, she is the one who sent you this book, she must know how to resolve our situation.”

“I'm not going to crawl up my mother's skirt every time something goes wrong, I'll fix it, you just have to be patient.”

“I have patience, Wednesday, the question is whether you can have it. The day has barely started, and you've already made plans to kill your own father. What are you going to do when someone on the faculty says something you don't like or a student irritates you a little too much?”

“What I always do, threaten them with a knife and take pleasure with the fear in their eyes.”

“But you can't do that. I can't do that! If you go around threatening people, it will cost me my job, and I like my job!”

“Why?”

Weems takes a deep breath, this is a discussion for another time. “Wednesday, I just, please don't kill anyone in my body. Don't threaten anyone, don't draw any blood, can you do that?”

“I can try.”

“No, Wednesday, this is serious. You have to do this, do this minimum for me, or you will end up destroying my life and I know you don't like or care that much about me, but I am begging you, please.”

Wednesday is silent for a long time, Weems feels like she's going to scream. “I will not hurt or kill anyone while in possession of your body, however, I promise nothing about wanting revenge on anyone who has angered me once I have returned to my own body,” the girl informs her.

“Thank you,” Weems smiles lightly, and Wednesday grimaces.

“Don't do that, don't smile with my face, it's unsettling.”

“Yeah, it really doesn't feel right,” she agrees, the ghost of a smile still there. “I'd better go before Enid wakes up and finds me missing, I don't want to answer any questions. Speaking of Enid...”

“No.”

“What?”

“I'm not going to discuss my girlfriend with you.”

“But I need to know something. Do you hold hands? Do you hug? Do you snooze?”

“Do you really want to know about my relationship with your daughter?”

Weems frowns, “you're right, it's better not to bring it up. But I kind of actually need to know how you act with her in order not to arouse suspicion.”

Wednesday thinks for a few seconds before answering, “keep an acceptable distance, don't engage in unnecessary touching, do whatever she says, but don't give in to absurd things.”

“And what would be absurd things?”

“Wearing matching clothes, for example. The snoods are already bad enough, there is no need for more.”

“You two would look so adorable in matching outfits, oh, imagine if you borrowed one of her sweaters?” Weems has a wicked smile, which matches the teenager's features perfectly.

“Do this, and I'll tattoo my parents' name on your chest,” it's not a threat, it's a promise.

“All right, I take it back,” she laughs again. Weems' cell phone alarm goes off. “Well, I guess it's time for you to go get ready, principal.”

“And you too, student.” They exchange a last look, determined to do their best, or at least try hard. Weems nods before leaving, she is at the door when Wednesday says, “you are wrong, by the way.”

“About?”

“If I didn't like nor care about you, I wouldn't waste my time with you,” the teenager reveals. The woman just smiles before walking away.

#netflix wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #larissa weems #wenclair #wip #larissa x morticia x gomez

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smutlord-supreme · 1 year

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I just saw the cod: reaction to stalker post and I just have to say HOW I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND IT’S SO COMFORTING BECAUSE SAME. 💕😔✊ I don’t know if requests are open, but if it isn’t I just want to say I loved your post. However, if it is I would be really interested in a full length piece. Any characters are good for me because the way you’ve written them is really comforting. 💖

Thank you so much! I'm always looking for excuses to write so of course requests are open! Please excuse the fact that this was typed up at 9pm on a work night so it may not be perfect. (Plus autocorrect is on and we're like mortal enemies). I also chose Gaz because honestly I haven't seen any X Reader fics of Gaz and I find that super sad.

Without further ado.

The Watcher

Gaz x Reader

2.4k words

Warnings: Stalking, implied dating, very (and I mean very) little implied sexual relationship

You get some concerning texts and tell your boyfreund Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick about them.

You were always the cool headed one. Unlike Gaz who tended to be impulsive. So when you sat him down one day for a talk he assumed one of two things, you were breaking up with him, or you were dying.

You sat him down on your sectional, body facing him, but eyes on the ground. His heart was breaking at a thousand beats per minute, mind searching every little thing that had happened over the last few months. The moments you took to compose yourself causing the blood to rush in his ears.

"I have something to show you." You broke the silence, pulling out your phone and opening it to a text conversation. Scrolling all the way to the top you hand him the phone in silence. Allowing him to read.

After those first few messages the texted is silent until an hour ago. Where they send a photo of the outside of your apartment.

When Gaz is done reading he jumps off the couch and runs to the nearest window, peering down at the street corner that the photo was taken from.

"I already looked no one was there." You sounded dejected and exhausted. Almost resigned to the fact someone was peering in your windows at 11am.

"WTF baby, why didn't you tell me when you woke up?" It was a good question, every morning when you woke uo you would make time to read and respond to messages. And that was hours ago.

"I thought it was a prank at first. I used to get messages like this all the time before I met you. I figured it was one of my freinds with new number trying to freak me out." You shrugged your shoulders, letting them hang low. You propped your elbows on your knew and layed your forehead in you Palms. Cradling your skull like it suddenly weighed a hundred pounds.

Gaz sat back down on the couch, throwing one arm around you. Grabbing onto your should opposite to him and rubbing it lightly with his thumb. "Hey, hey, it's ok. I don't think I'd know what to think at first either. I'm not trying to blame you." He scratched his stubble with his free hand, thinking. "Is there any chance it's still one of your freinds?"

You shook your head, still cradled in your hands. " I texted everyone, no one fessed up and none if my freinds would go this far for a practical joke."

He made a hmm noise before standing back up. He grabbed your arm and hauled you off the couch. "Come on let's get you in the shower, I think you need a reset."

Dispite being positive and chipper as normal, anger radiated off of Gaz. He was smiling but his eyes were dark and full of hate. You weren't afraid of him, but you also had a feeling that he didn't want you to say no. And anyways, Gaz normally knew what was best for you.

You trailed after him to your shared bathroom, sitting down on the toilet while he got the water to the perfect temperature. "Get in, I'll throw a towel in the dryer for when you get out." You couldn't lie the steam radiating off of the shower was tempting so you stripped and stepped in while he closed the door and left you to your devices.

Most days Gaz would be begging to join you, but today there was none of that. Adding to your feeling of unease. As you washed your hair you heard the dryer start on the other side of the house. Not long after Gaz was on the phone with someone, speaking softly so you couldn't understand him. Although, in the small flat it was impossible to hide the fact that he was talking.

Soon you stepped out, turning the water off, still standing in the shower for a moment while Gaz said his goodbyes. Puttering across the Flat and grabbing the towel before opening the bathroom door. He wrapped you up, hugging you tightly as he did. "It's all going to be ok. Let sit down and watch something for a bit. I hear a new episode came out of your favorite show."

He hated that show. You and Gaz may share many traits, but taste in TV as not one of those. Still he made time to watch every episode with you, even recording them on DVR. He always said DVR was the best way to watch things, he hated streaming services.

You dried off and he gave you a pair of his sweats and a plain white t-shirt before embracing you and falling onto the couch. You laid there for most of the episode. Almost falling asleep with his warmth beside you.

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You were jolted by a knock at the door. Gaz ran to the door while you huddled at the end of the couch, worried it was your stalker. He swung the door open. Embracing the man on the other side of the door like an old brother. "Brody!" He clapped the man on his back. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Have you lost weight?"

Gaz was always like this around his freinds, all charisma. (Although around people he was interested in romantically? That's something different all together. It was still a miracle he ever managed to pull you. Maybe you just like the awkward charm and bad jokes). The man stepped into your home, grinning from ear to ear and reciprocating Gaz's enthusiasm. He was wearing a policemen's uniform with the hat tucked under his elbow.

"Good to see you old freind. I've got to say I was not expecting a call like this. You always seem to take care of shit on your own, whether we like you to or not."

The police were still bitter that Gaz had left to join the 141. Alot of his freinds were on the force, and it had taken a while for them to be on speaking terms again. It warmed your heart to see that they still answered his call.

... his call. He had called the cops. Without telling you.

You couldn't lie you were a little peeved. But you never would have called yourself. You didn't like the idea of sitting and waiting for some stranger to come to your home, making you relive your worst memories.

The officer walked over to you extending a hand to your huddled position. "Brody Sangster at your service." You took it, shaking it firmly, suddenly hyper aware of your dripping hair and casual clothing.

"Nice to meet you Officer Sangster. Please have a seat." You un-hunched yourself, sitting upright on the far end of the couch, extending a hand to signal him to sit on the other end. Gaz plopped himself in a armchair to your left, holding your hand that dangled over the edge.

"I've heard you've had quite a scare. Care to tell me about it?" He pulled out a small notepad and pen from his breast pocket.

You glanced at Gaz who nodded. "I know it's scary and I know it's sudden but you wouldn't have called on your own."

You sigh and nod. "I know, it's probably for the best. Better to get this out now before it gets worse." You told Brody about the texts and the photo from the unkown number. He nodded as you spoke, asking to see the messages, which you eagerly showed him.

"Thank you for the information, I just have a few more questions if you're willing?" You nod. "Thank you, now have there been any other weird occurrences over the last few days? Cars following you, unknown calls that hang up shortly after, people asking after you to your freinds or coworkers?"

You shake your head, "not that I know of."

He writes "thank you again, one last question. Have you ever had something like this happen before?"

Your eyes go wide and you glance at Gaz before looking back at the officer. You nod slowly.

Gaz sits foreward, "how come you've never told me this?" He looks more concerned than upset.

"I was still in high school then, it never really came up. Plus last I heard he was in prison." A small shake comes to your voice as you remember him.

You had transferred halfway through the year with no freinds to speak of. Everyone at the small town school had formed clicks already without you, so you were left eating lunch alone most days.

You had first noticed him staring at you about a month into the semester. He never seemed to blink when you saw him out of your perefreal, but when you turned your head he suddenly had something more interesting.

You tried to talk to him few times, which turned out to be a massive mistake. He took this olive branch as an entire tree and began to follow you everywhere. Walking you to classes, eating lunch together, studying together, even going as far as to follow you home on multiple occasions.

Honestly you were just happy to have a freind, so you ignored all the red flags. Your next year of high school was better, you made new freinds, excelled in classes and even joined after school clubs. You still hung out with the boy of course, but you had other things to do now too.

He hated that.

Soon you found threatening notes in your book bag and your home vandalized on multiple occasions. It took months to catch him in the act, but afterwards he was quickly kicked from school.

That didn't stop him though. The threats continued and intensified up until you graduated and moved away. He seemed to be in love with you. Taking every chance he had to profess it. It all culminated in his arrest your senior year, when he had attacked your ex boyfreind in a park. Slicing the side of his face open. You had never been so terrified in your life.

"Babe?" Gaz's voice came to you over your own thoughts. "I think the officer has enough, why don't you go lay down?"

You were exhausted and just nodded, dragging yourself off the couch and to the bedroom.

You heard Gaz say a few goodbyes and the door closing and locking (louder than was normal, almost like he was putting on a show). You heard him fiddling with all of the windows for a couple of minutes before he joined you in your bedroom.

He sat on the edge of the bed with a squeak. "Hey babe, I'm sorry about that, I know that was hard. Hopefully they'll catch the guy soon and you won't have to think about him ever again." He began rubbing between your shoulders in slow rhythmic movements.

You rolled over and grabbed his hand kissing his knuckles. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little peeved, but your heart was in the right place. I don't think I would have had the strength to do that myself." You raised the covers inviting him in. He gladly obliged, holding you to his chest as you both settled off to sleep.

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The next few days were largely uneventful. No new texts or photos, although a box of xhoxolates did show up at the front desk for you, but Gaz had given them the rundown (he had been driving you to work and back everyday) and they had been thrown away immediately.

It was the fifth day when you finally got a call from Brody.

"Hey, I've got some updates for you. Do you have a place to sit?"

You were at home in the kitchen making some tea when he called. You ran into the the living room, putting the phone on speaker. You plopped yourself next to Gaz and slapped him arm a few time so he would pat attention.

"Im sitting now. What do you have to tell me?"

"We caught the guy about 30 minutes ago..." He took a pause looking for words. "Umm... idk how else to say this but he was living in the unit below you. He got out of prison sometime last month and dropped off the radar. Got fake papers and everything."

Your blood ran cold. He was so close this whole time. Gaz took the phone from your hand as you processed what Brody had said. The blood rushing in your ears.

"Thank you officer can you do me one more favor... as a freind?"

Less than a half hour later you were standing in front of a line up of 5 men. Something completely unnecessary as the culprit had fressed up the moment he had been caught.

You and Gaz scanned their faces. #4 was your man.

"Damn he's ugly." Gaz said. A grin on his face. "How the fuck he ever thought he'd pull you is beyond me." You smile tightly still confused by this whole interaction. Gaz continues. "He looks like a Muppet bred with a kangaroo." You let off a little laugh at this strangely apt quip.

"He does doesn't he."

"Yeah, and look at how he's dressed. Khaki cargo shorts? In this cold? What a douche. I bet he thinks those sunglasses make him real hot too." You laughed louder at this.

"What are we doing here Gaz?" You asked him, the light returning to your eyes after the stress of the last few days.

"Oh I just wanted to know what you were missing out on. And I'm gonna tell you it's not much. Unless your into that crazed history professor on vacation look... you know the ear hair is growing on me I think." He pokes your side making you laugh before turning to the officer at the door. "I think we're done here, thank you."

The woman nods before opening the door. Gaz grabs your hand as you leave.

"See they got him, we don't have to worry. He even violated parole, he's not coming out for a long time." You smile at him.

"Thank you Gaz, I actually feel alot better now."

"I love you so much." He stops and presses his forehead to yours.

"I love you too," you whisper in return.

He straightens back up and smiles at you. "Idk about you but I'm starving, what do you think about Indian?"

"That sounds wonderful."

Post: Gaz pays for you both to break the lease on your shared apartment. You don't mention that it makes you uncomfortable, but he just seems to know it weird you out that he was living below you. He buys a small townhouse, no bigger than your old home, but without any upstairs or downstairs neighbors.

#kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty mw2

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Arguments 3

Hey yall I was asked to finished this so I did🩵🩵 hopefully you enjoy this

Jakesim X black reader

Jake was beat. He didn't know how to fix this situation at hand without making you more upset.

You left earlier on your way to see about Jake's meeting. You wanted to see why he took that call. And why he would rather be here rather than with you.

Once you entered the office Jake's secretary immediately greeted you with this biggest smile.

" Mrs. Sim what brings you in?" You smiled at the sweet lady. " Hello Mrs.Park I was told Jake had an important meeting today." She nodded. " Well yes but he called me and said he wanted Mr.Lee to take over on his behalf."

You smirked. Of Course he would ask heeseung to take over in case of an emergency. He was his right hand.

" Ms.park you wouldn't mind directing me to the meeting room? Would you?"

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Jake was still trying to find ways to get into the house. He was hungry and tired. The couch was getting hard and uncomfortable.

He had to find a way in.

He tried climbing up the rain gutter but kept slipping due to the rain that morning, then he tried opening the windows cursing when they wouldn't budge.

He was beat.

Maybe he did work too much to the point he was pushing you away and not spending time with you. You did so much for him and the least he could have done was make you happy.

He messed up

He pulled his phone out to call you to apologize but it wouldn't turn on. He groaned sliding off the sofa " I hate today so much."

He groaned. Then an idea hit him. He gasped standing up

Why the hell didn't he think of this idea sooner. He rushed to the Gate that led to the front of your house running to the front door. He went to the door pad that showed a device with a keypad.

" I'm such an idiot." He typed in the code which was your Anniversary and the front door opened.

Jake screamed in excitement running inside and closing the door. Going straight to you and his shared room.

He threw his clothes off hopping in the shower. The hot water hitting his skin relaxed his muscles as he moaned in satisfaction.

He was definitely going to make a call to his contractor to put a shower in the guest house along with a kitchen. Just in case he got himself in another predicament.

He wrapped a towel around his waist, happy to be clean. " What do I owe the pleasure ?" He jumped, grabbing his heart leaning on the dresser.

" Oh my gosh baby you scared me." You were leaning on the door with your arms crossed wearing a white shirt with a matching black blazer and a pencil skirt. Your strappy heels that reached All the way to your calves were mesmerizing.

" I see you finally found a way in huh." He nodded " yeah after many failed attempts." He looked up at his beautiful wife.

He would do anything for her. He opened his arms motioning for a hug and she immediately fell into his arms. " I'm sorry my love. I wasn't appreciating you like I know you deserve and I've been a huge dick to you lately. You're more important to me than any job and I've decided to take a break for a little."

Her eyes widened. " What no I don't want you to stop working." He frowned his eyebrows looking down at her pushing her hair back from her face. " Then what was this whole argument about? I thought you wanted to spend more time with me."

She pouted, pulling away from him, taking off her blazer and flopping on to the bed. " I went to the office today, I noticed that I never visit you at work so I should see what you do all day." He leaned down in front of me untying my heels, taking them off.

" I went into that big meeting you told me about." He faltered a little. " oh how did it go?" I huffed. " Really good. It was exciting seeing Heeseung close a deal. I see why you work so much." He smiled, pulling the shoes off and sitting them by the bed.

" I don't want you to stop doing what you love because of me. I want you to enjoy it more though. Celebrate those exciting wins. Hesseung told me you never go out with them after a huge accomplishment. Instead you come home to me." I sat up looking down at him as he rested his head on my legs gently stroking them with his finger.

" I'm sorry for making you sleep in the guest house. And leaving you out in the rain. And breaking your Lego death star." He whipped his head at me. " You did what?" I put my finger to his lips and shush him. " Hey we'll worry about that later but just know I'm very sorry."

I gently smiled, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it. " Let's never argue like this again." I nodded, leaning down and pecking his lips. " okay."

He stood up going to his closet. " Oh by the way I sent flowers to your mom to apologize for how I acted. Do you think she's going to like them." I shrugged unbuttoning my shirt. " Maybe throw in a fruit basket then some baseball tickets for my dad."

I heard him chuckle. " Okay noted." I unzipped my skirt taking it off as Jake emerged from the closet wearing a normal t-shirt and sweatpants. " How about we invite them over for dinner instead." He walked towards me grabbing my waist and pulling me towards him. " Okay, sounds fun, I'll get the menu together." He was staring down at my lips biting his.

" this morning were you trying to tease me?" I raised my eyebrows. " What are you talking about."

He kissed my neck. " the oversized t shirt." Kiss. " with nothing under It but panties." He was kissing my neck now

All the way to my Jaw then to my lips. " You're so pretty." I laughed in the kiss. Pushing him away

" Baby i've been out all day and I'm wet from the rain. I'm going to go take a shower." I kissed his cheek going to the bathroom leaving him there in the middle of our room.

He whined pouting at me. "Come on, you've been mad at me all day. I just want a little love." I rolled my eyes at him. " I'm only gonna be 10, maybe 20 minutes we will watching a movie when I get out.

He groaned laying on the bed. " oh and by the way I wasn't wearing underwear." I winked at him closing the bathroom.

He laughed throwing a pillow at the door laying back in the bed

" Wait, did you really break my Lego set?"

He heard you gasp and turn the shower immediately he rolled his. He'll deal with that after you get out

He could get use to being home all the time

If it meant being with you

This is for you @jaeyunlover 🩵

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eggbagelsjr · 2 years

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How To Plot Romance (in fanfic)

Today I realized I've been plotting my romance writing all wrong. Oops! Lucky for you, I think I figured out how to solve this problem. *Gestures to the camera* come along with me and let's figure out how to write romance plots together!

When I'm sketching out a story idea, I generally use some simplified version of Dan Harmon's story circle (ok so this link is not an endorsement of Dan Harmon as a person, but I have found this plotting device helpful), which is itself a simplified version of Joseph Campbell's The Hero's Journey. The double-simplified version looks something like this:

You (character in a zone of comfort)

Need (want something)

Go (venture outside the comfort zone)

Search/Adapt (adapt to the new situation)

Find (finally get what they wanted)

Take/Sacrifice (but sacrifice/pay a price)

Return (go back to the comfort zone)

Change (different than they were before)

The problem I keep running into is that I never know what goes where, especially as the number of characters and side plots increases. It's also a little hard for my brain to translate this tool that came out of adventure epics to what I need for a romance/rom-com plot. Usually I look at this list, get overwhelmed, and zoom way too far out, filling in these answers based on what I, the all-knowing author, think they should be. The end result looks a lot like (we're using Dramione as our example, but any characters will do):

You: Hermione Granger

Need: To find love.

Go: To a place where you can find love.

Search/Adapt: For/To love!

Find: LURVE

Take/Sacrifice: The love????? But sad now????

Return: With love!

Change: Loved 😍

And. Uh. That's not a plot?

Where I went wrong is that people in the story don't know they're in a story (unless they do, in which case you should probably sleep with one eye open because your characters know what you've done to them). Your characters are unreliable. They only see what's in front of them. By zooming all the way out to LURVE, I erased everything that's fun to read that gets us to our HEA (or, if you're devious, non-HEA).

So, it stands to reason you should fill out this story circle (story bulleted list?) from the perspective of your character, not you. (This is probably very basic science and congratulations if you got there way before me. You don't need this post. You should be writing this post.)

But even more important in a romance? That need, the thing your main character wants, is kind of a red herring. The character thinks this is their primary need/goal to get them out of whatever slump they start out in, but you, the author, know that what they actually need is to fall in love with the Love Interest.

Then, during the Search/Adapt phase, when your main character is looking for that thing they need or trying to achieve their primary goal or whatever, they start to learn more about the Love Interest. Their perspective shifts, and they realize they were wrong before. The Love Interest is what they actually need. This is probably where most of your story will happen. During this step, there's only one bed, the characters are fake dating, they get trapped in an elevator, etc.

Sadly, just when we think the main character has come to their senses, they are offered the exact thing they *thought* they needed the whole time. Bonus point if the thing they thought they wanted is in direct conflict with accepting the affections of the Love Interest.

During Take/Sacrifice, the main character has to choose. Are they going to pick love or the thing they thought they wanted at the beginning of the tale? In a multi-chap, you might let your character choose the original need/goal (or struggle for a while with the choice). In a one-shot, you might not have enough space for this and the character chooses love.

Next, in the Return, if it isn't the consequences of the character's own actions. A character who chose their need/goal over love during Take/Sacrifice needs to make amends to the Love Interest. The character who chose love has to deal with not getting the thing they needed at the beginning of the story. Depending on your fic's vibes, you might invent a magical solution for the character to get everything they want here. Alternately, maybe the character suffers and loses everything. This seems like a lot to cram into the end of your tale, and it is, so try not to drag it out too long. Your reader has gone on a long journey with your characters and they don't want to read fifteen chapters of sadness before the end (or maybe they do?). If they aren't already, the characters want to be together at this point, they might just need a little shove to get there.

In the final step, take a moment to show us how the character and their life have changed as a result of going on this journey. They are now in a new comfort zone / status quo and are ready for further adventures, should you so choose.

To clarify how these steps work for a romance plot, I changed the labels and made you a little graphic. Please ignore that I don't make graphics and a 12 year old on Canva could have done better.

The formula looks like this now:

You: Hermione Granger is in her comfort zone. Note: in fanfiction, you don't have to do as much character development with an established character who is behaving as expected. Use this time instead to highlight the limitations of their comfort zone. You can also use this space to set up their romantic foil, especially if that character is behaving in an unexpected way. For example, if Hermione is being very driven and high-achieving, the reader doesn't need a lot of context for her behavior; they already know this version of her from canon. But if her would-be paramour Draco Malfoy is acting kind and considerate, the reader is going to want more information since in canon his behavior is usually presented as rude/entitled/etc. Don't spoil the surprise of why he's different, just show us the ways he's not what we expect. (Reveal his secret in Step 4 - Learn).

Need: Hermione has The Wrong Goal (pass legislation, solve a mystery, avoid sleeping in the room with only one bed). This might be a very noble goal, but it's at odds with Hermione's true, secret, hidden goal of being in love with Draco Malfoy. Why? Because she doesn't know that being in love with Draco is where she's headed yet.

Go: To the place that Hermione's Wrong Goal requires. Pass legislation? Lobby all the Sacred 28s sitting on the Wizengamot! Solve a mystery? Go undercover to find out who did What in Which Room with What Object. Avoid sleeping in the hotel room with only one bed? Go to the concierge and ask for a new room. What's important is that wherever Hermione goes, she's forced to be near Draco Malfoy, the object of her true, secret, hidden, goal (to fall in LURVE).

Learn: This is where Hermione and Draco are forced to work together to solve the problem of the finding/achieving the Wrong Goal. Through this process, Hermione realizes Draco's exactly what she didn't know she was always looking for, etc. Unfortunately, her original goal is still at odds with being in LURVE with him. Cue tension. Example: They're at the concierge desk begging for a new room; he's offering all the money in his vaults, she's trying to appeal to the hotel staff's sense of human decency. She admires his tenacity. He realizes she's witty and a little bit underhanded. He likes this. She has a fleeting curiosity about how the tenacity would manifest in bed. Oh no.

Find: In this step, Hermione is confronted with an opportunity to obtain her original Wrong Goal. Example: Well what do you know? The bribe and the appeals worked. The concierge has found one other room in the hotel. Dramione are no longer forced to sleep in the room with only one bed.

Choose: Unfortunately, lurving Draco is still at odds with Hermione's original goal, so she must choose between him and what she originally thought she wanted. She might have a lot of introspection here, where she considers the merits of different choices. Maybe she even talks it out with him or someone else. If this is a one-shot with a happy ending, she has grown and developed sufficiently by now to make the right choice and choose Draco. She sacrifices the original goal for him. If this is a multi-chapter fic, she chooses the wrong original goal over him and loses him as a result. Example: They both go back to the room with only one bed. He's going to collect his things and go to the new room. They hesitate. Is it really necessary for him to move rooms? Draco has so many items, and some of her stuff is mixed in with his stuff. He looks at her with eyes full of newfound respect. "What do you think, Granger?" Hermione sacrifices her original goal, calls the concierge back, and lets them know that they won't be needing the new room after all, but "Please enjoy whatever ungodly massive tip Mr. Malfoy left you. I know I sure will."

Reap: Now it's time to reap the consequences of the choice Hermione made in Step 6. In a one-shot, maybe Hermione's all done. She heads back to her old comfort zone with her new relationship. Depending on the tone of this story, maybe there's some way that she gets to have her original goal and her relationship. However, in a multi-chapter fic, this is where Hermione has to do some work to make amends for choosing wrong (that is, for not choosing Draco). If it's a multi-chap with a happy ending, she succeeds, Draco forgives her, and they smooch. Example: They're back in the room. There it is - just the one bed. All those slightly naughty things they thought during Step 4? Oh yeah. They're going to try them all out. Fade to black, etc.

Change: Some final scene showing how things are different now that Hermione has what she really needed (the D). Example: They wake up the next morning way past check out and have to extend their stay. Bummer!

A fully worked example:

You: Hermione Granger is bored at her job at the Ministry of Magic. She unexpectedly bumps into her former archenemy, a now polite and reserved Potions Professor Draco Malfoy. She learns that Minerva McGonagall, the current Hogwarts Headmistress, is retiring.

Need: Hermione needs to prove to Minerva, Hermione's longtime mentor, that she's the right person to hire over the other candidate, who just happens to be polite and reserved Professor Malfoy, even though Hermione has never taught students a day in her life.

Go: To avoid her obvious bias, Minerva sets up a series of practical trials to determine which candidate will win the job. Hermione and Professor Malfoy enter the obstacle course.

Learn: When the practical trials start turning dangerous, Hermione and Professor Malfoy must work together to stay alive. Unfortunately, working side by side shows them they have more in common than they thought.

Find: Hermione is presented with an opportunity to sink Professor Malfoy's ship: she learns that he never finished his Potions Mastery. If she reveals this information to Minerva and betrays Draco in the process, the job of Head of Hogwarts will be hers, and the dangerous practical trials/threat to her life will be over. But what about the romantic "something" budding between Hermione and Draco? Well, that's just an acceptable loss. Hermione's career trajectory is on the line!

Choose: Is this a one-shot? Then Hermione chooses "right" at the last minute and decides to sacrifice the job for love and keeps the information to herself. Is this a multi-chapter fic? Then Hermione chooses "wrong" and decides to sacrifice love for the job. She tells Minerva. Draco is devastated.

Reap: If this is a one-shot, Hermione returns from the trials holding hands with her new boyfriend. While they were in the trials, Minerva figured out a way for them to both get the job somehow! If this is a multi-chapter fic, Hermione returns from the trials alone, with her brand new job and a hefty side of guilt. Realizing her error too late, she works to make amends to Draco.

Change: A year later, the Co-Heads of Hogwarts Hermione Granger-Malfoy and Draco Malfoy-Granger celebrate the one-year anniversary of the trials and their relationship by burning Minerva's horrible obstacle course to the ground.

I've written all this out in list format because, well, you saw the circle I made you, but the circle has the benefit of helping you visualize that where your character is in Step 8 (Change) becomes the new Step 1 (You, character in zone of comfort). If you are writing multiple scenes, you can apply this plot exercise to each scene, even if these little micro plots are very small (e.g., Hermione forgets her quill and has to ask Draco to borrow his). Hermione obviously won't have big revelations about how she doesn't really need a quill and is actually in love with Draco each and every scene, but you can still play around with your characters pursuing one goal only to realize their true aspirations mid-way through a scene using the story circle framework. Plotting this way will help you make sure everything you write leads to some sort of change in your character. And that's character development baybee!

When you're ready to level up your story circle skills, remember that in a romance you probably have at least one other main character whose needs you'll have to service. Your new job is make a story circle for the love interest! Note the ways that the two characters' needs/goals align and the ways that they are in opposition. When the characters' story circles are in opposition, you get tension, when they're in alignment, you get softness! Just make sure that whatever is keeping your blorbos apart is actually forcing them together. Meaning, if they have opposing Wrong Goals (Step 2 - Need), make sure that they still have to work together or be near each other somehow (Steps 3 & 4 - Go & Learn) to be able Find (Step 5) what they thought they were looking for. Also make sure that their true, secret, hidden goal is the same (at least for a happy ending fic): they want to end up in love with each other. The characters may come to this realization at different times, and that may guide whether they choose the Wrong Goal or Love during Choose (Step 6) and who has to make amends during Reap (Step 7).

Finally, if you're an alpha or beta reader, try making these circles/lists for the fics you're reading. It should clarify what's going on in each scene and help you identify what's missing from a story.

Happy writing!

#hermione granger #draco malfoy #dramione #harry potter fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #writing resources #story circle #hero's journey #plotting is hard #plotting #writing advice #writing tips #beta reading #beta reader #alpha reader #ebj's writing corner

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rosietrace · 2 months

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Waddles in with cookies

C- Can I have a Mel x Victoria fic pretty please? I don't got a lot of ideas but I think Vic deserves to be spoiled and loved.

OFCCC POOKIE BEAR (I'm so sorry this took so long 😭 Happy belated birthday, Mel!!)

Sweetness

(Central) Characters Featured: Victoria Shard, Melanie Charmant

↳ { Melanie belongs to @/twsted-princess }

Others mentioned/featured: Zenith Devi, Sumeragi Yuuta

Pairing: Victoria Shard & Melanie Charmant

Event: Valentine's Day 2024 💌

↳ Type: Requested Oneshot! 「 Fluff w/ Slight Angst 」

Synopsis: Sugary sweets such as chocolate chip cookies always make anyone's day, surely it would work on her, too?

Warning(s): Implied one-sided/unrequited love if you squint, like- One vague reference to a specific WIP, generally fluffy, potentially ooc

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

[ Reblogs > Likes ]

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“And then I found another letter… How peculiar.”

Zen giggled, circling Victoria as they walked the halls of Night Raven. “Whoever this secret admirer is, Tori, they sure seem to admire you!”

Victoria sighed, a soft smile on her lips. “Now, let's not make any assumptions, Zen,” she dismissed, bringing another piece of chocolate into her mouth. “Although I will say their taste in chocolate is impeccable.”

Zen could only snicker, endeared by his best friend's fondness for sweets.

“Well, whoever they are, they're definitely treating you right!”

“Perhaps, so.”

“Don't you ever wish you could meet them eventually?...”

Victoria thought about that possibility for a quick moment, sitting down against the tree in the main courtyard.

“I haven't thought much of it, really. However, if I do somehow meet them-”

Anything else Victoria was going to say after that had to be cut short, as a familiar face came their way.

Melanie Charmant was a perplexing topic of conversation — at least, in the eyes of Victoria Shard. Zen didn't think much of Melanie, not much to be said, simply saying she was ‘nice’.

“Zen!” Melanie sighed with relief, panting so heavily she looked like she had run a marathon. “Thank God I found you…”

“Aww, did little Miss Charmant miss me?” Zen chuckled, standing up from beside Victoria to stand beside Melanie, using his magic to give Melanie a bit of a ‘cooldown’.

“You look rather parched,” Victoria pointed out once she finished chewing on her chocolate. “Are you alright?”

Melanie felt her face heat up, taking a step back and almost stumbling.

It was obvious to everyone — perhaps even to Victoria — that Melanie may or may not fancy the ice queen of Pomefiore.

That, at least, made Zen pity her. Poor girl was so obvious she almost fell to the ground at the realization Victoria was there the entire time.

“S-Sorry, Victoria! I… I didn't notice you were there,” Melanie laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of her neck with an equally awkward smile.

Victoria hummed, rather puzzled by Melanie's behavior. “It's fine.”

“Ahahaha- Anyways! Mel,” Zen turned to Melanie with an enthusiastic grin. Perhaps a bit too enthusiastic.

“Do you need anything?”

“Uh- Well…” Melanie's stiff little smile remained, feeling quite discomforted by the fact Victoria was listening.

For obvious reasons, it was clear that Zen understood her stiffness. Victoria seemed to take her nervousness as a memo to give her and Zen their privacy, and promptly stood up.

“I'll leave you two to your own devices.”

Zen pouted. “Aw man, really?”

“I have a lot on my schedule today, Zen.”

“Can't you stay a couple more minutes longer?”

“As much as I'd love to, I have a busy work schedule, Zen.”

Zen chortled. “Does that work schedule consist of you trying to outdo a certain housewarden?”

Victoria's eyes narrowed, and she only gave Zen's forehead a brief poke. “Not the point.”

He chuckled. “Fine,” he embraced her. Melanie noted that Zen was akin to a koala with the way he clung to Victoria.

Amused beyond belief, Victoria gently gave him a pat on the head, returning his embrace with a soft smile.

Melanie found herself getting even more flustered when her gaze flickered to Victoria's smile. She always looks so pretty when she smiles…

Victoria bid Melanie and Zen farewell before walking away with a black box of chocolate in tow.

Melanie drew out a breath, eyes softening further as her crush walked away without another word.

Her attention soon shifted back to Zen when the latter clapped his hands to grab her attention. Well, at the very least, he was successful.

“So! Mel,” he placed his hands on his hips with an encouraging smile, “what can I do for you?”

“Huh-? O-Oh, right!” Melanie composed herself, clearing her throat and putting her hands behind her back. “I've been.. Wanting to ask you something about Victoria?”

Zen's eyebrows shot up. “Tori?” He cocked his head to the side. “Well, I mean I could, but she was just here earlier, why didn't you ask her then?”

Melanie frowned, looking down. She knew that Zen knew why, that he was just trying to be nice by pretending not to know the most obvious crush in Night Raven College.

Hesitating for a moment, Melanie fiddled with her hands behind her back, trying to find the right words to use.

“I was thinking… Does Victoria like sweets?”

Zen laughed. “Of course! Y'know, a lot of people don't know this, but her sweet tooth is actually insane,” he wrapped an arm around Melanie. “She has a whole pantry in her room, it's wild.”

“Huh,” Melanie was pleasantly surprised by this new piece of information. “Does she like chocolate in general, or…?”

“All kinds,” Zen answered swiftly. “However, if you ask me, she's the most fond of milk chocolate. Especially milk chocolate chip cookies.”

“That's…”

“Unexpected? Sure, but Tori's always had a soft spot for sweets!”

So she likes chocolate….

Based on the look in her eyes, Melanie Charmant was on a mission to brighten her crush's day and she'd be damned if she were unsuccessful.

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It was a meticulous piece of work, honestly.

Yuuta judged her a bit for it, but Melanie was determined to make the perfect chocolate chip cookie recipe to impress Victoria.

She didn't know the woman all that much, and in all honesty, she barely understood why she had a crush on her, to begin with.

But Melanie just felt this undying spark every time she and Victoria happened to look into each other's eyes, and her heart seemingly bursts then and there!

“Geez, Mel, you're gonna keep making this perfect?” Yuuta walked into the kitchen being an almost complete mess, and he scrunched his nose. Especially when he looked at Melanie.

In her cute ruffled apron, Melanie was decked head to toe in flour and was emitting the smell of melted chocolate all over her body.

“Oh-! Hi Yuuta!” Melanie greeted, giving her roommate a quick wave before shaping the cookies with her cookie cutters.

Yuuta rolled his eyes, walking to the pantry. “You sure you don't need any help there, Missy?”

“I'm fine,” Melanie insisted. Although Yuuta could see the slight anxiety as she prepped the cookies to bake in the oven.

He frowned, holding the poor girl by her chin and wiping away some flour off her face.

“You need to stop stressing out,” Yuuta told her, sighing to himself in disapproval. “I'm sure Shard's gonna like the cookies.”

“But I need them to be perfect, Yuuta,” Melanie remained persistent in her little ‘quest’.

“Missy,” Yuuta flicked her forehead, his frown deepening on his face.

“It's gonna be fine. Stop freaking out about it.”

“But-”

“Look, I get that you have a crush on her or something, but it's gonna work out.”

For a moment, Melanie just stood there, letting Yuuta's words simmer in her mind.

Would it work out? Sure, Melanie knew she had feelings for Victoria. That she fancied her and her gorgeous hair, her cat-like eyes, her… Everything.

But she had no way of knowing Victoria felt the same way.

And it hurt her to know of that fact.

But maybe Yuuta had a point.

Maybe, just maybe, she didn't need to worry so much. That Victoria will actually like her gift and that all her anxieties were for nothing.

“... Okay.”

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Now, as much as Melanie wanted to take Yuuta's half-assed advice to heart, she really didn't wanna risk facing rejection from Victoria from giving her the cookies.

So, the young Queen of Genovia devised a plan: A little before Victoria went to her first period, Melanie would head to her classroom and place her box of cookies on Victoria's desk.

She giggled a bit, feeling rather giddy. I hope she likes it..

Melanie left the classroom and felt enough within herself to watch Victoria from a distance and see her reaction.

In full truth, Victoria did love the gift in the end.

But what Melanie didn't come to notice earlier was the small bouquet of roses and a note from an anonymous admirer that happened to be beneath the desk.

An admirer that wasn't her.

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Taglist

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Written for

@twsted-princess

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🥥

@starry-night-rose || @jasdiary || @authoruio || @nem0-nee || @fumikomiyasaki || @sakuramidnight15

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「 Etteilla ♢」

@geminiiviolets || @hallowed-delights / @terrovaniadorm || @twistedsongstressofstarz / @absolutelyobsessedkiya || @abyss-wonderer || @mystery-skulls-ghost

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#twisted wonderland #twistedwonderland #twst #disney twst #ツイステ #ツイステッドワンダーランド #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twst ocs #victoria shard #『 vic ♢ 』#melanie charmant #oc x oc #mutuals <3 #happy belated birthday!!#[2024] rosie valentines day ❣️

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forestshadow-wolf · 8 months

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[Long Post] the rewritten zombie au post (part 1)

Tav Journal - Alpha

Sanity log 1:

Something happened a few days ago, we're not sure what to call it yet. People have gone mad, it's a miracle that all four of us made it off base alive. To be honest I'm not even really sure what went down. That's why im even starting this, so I can keep it all in order. I think I'd much prefer a verbal log, but with the way things have gone I think this is more logical since devices have limited storage and usually aren't water friendly. And in any case wilderness survival training in boot taught how to make string from plants, and I went down a rabit hole af few years back on how to make books from scratch, so I know how to do that. The only problem would be finding things to write with, but there's probably an easy solution.

I've never done this before, I'm not really sure where to start, but I guess the beginning would be good.

The beginning felt like ages ago to me, so I'm a bit hazy on the details. Ghost says we were in his room watching a movie (note: it might be good to start getting the others side of things too, not sure for what, but maybe it'll be useful later). And then I think we heard lots of noise, screaming maybe, or just a stampede perhaps, I know I definitely heard a gunshot. We opened the door to see what the hell was going on and ,honest to god, the halls were packed fulled than I've ever seen them, with a moving hoarde.

After that it gets much clearer. Kinda. Ghost pulled out a go bag from, I don't even know, and the knife he keeps under his bed. It was like he was prepared for something like this, he was so fast (though I suppose if you go through as much shit as he has then you learn to stay prepared, I guess). He pushed me us out the window, and then we were running into the woods. Well ghost was running to the woods, I was following ghost.

He shoved us down under the shrubbery and the just laid there for, I don't even know how long, but it must've been a quarter of the day easily. He started peaking his head up when the sun hit the tree line, at this point we still have no idea what's up with gaz and/or price. I think ghost had us wait another hour or two, until it really got dark, before we actually got up. And then we're apparently heading to the armory, remember, I'm still just following ghost at this point.

Ghost hands me one of the tac bags and tells me to load it with whatever ammo I could grab. The bags are meant to hold guns, so there's a lot of space to fill up. Honestly I hardly even looked at it all, I just started tossing stuff in. Ghost was filling up his own bag of whatever gun was compatible with the rounds I was grabbing. (Side note: the base is only allowed to keep a certain amount in the armory at a time, so I grabbed it all). He also, apparently, grabbed 2 sets of the combat knives, which he would hand later to me once we got off the base.

After that we went to the cafe, loaded up on food. I wonder if ghost knew what was actually happening or if he was working off of instinct? We got off base after that, Wandered until night fall. Wandered most of the next day as well. Ran into price and gaz as the sun was setting.

There's more to add. A lot more. Important details I skipped to get the main points down. But we're moving on early tomorrow morning, I took watch last night, so I need sleep tonight.

"Hit the hay, Johnny, we're moving gone as soon as the sun's up"

"Aye, right on it, LT. Don't get too borded without me." He gave the man a mock salute, to which he got an unimpressed look. He settled with his head on his arm and let his eyes fall shut.

If soap woke up in the morning a little earlier that price and gaz so he could cuddle with ghost... well that's neither here nor there.

"I think we're crossing the city today, so... you know... expect trouble." Ghost says quietly.

"Cans 'n' gum? Or something else?"

"Maybe pick up a bag or two. Gotta be extra careful though, I think price said he saw squatters when he was out scouting with with gaz yesterday."

"Zombies ghost. Brain eating zombies, like the dumb movies." Soap giggles.

"Fine. Zombies." Ghost humors him with an exasperated sigh at soap's antics.

#there will be more #i might put this on ao3 #it's up for debate #will probably only do it if I finish it #zombs au #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soap' journal #el rambles #ghostsoap #soapghost #kyle gaz garrick #john price #call of duty #cod #cod mw2

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quietwingsinthesky · 3 months

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Sending hugs always!

In the Rain/Thunderstorms Outside

Please and thank you!

torchwood mood tonight apparently lol :D thank u for prompt

"There's no way we're getting inside without getting soaked," Gwen says, as if she isn't already dripping. Her hair is leaving damp patches on her jacket, no matter how she's tried to wring it out.

"No," Ianto agrees, gazing out across the unbridgeable gap between themselves and the entrance to the Hub. The cement is being pounded into an even darker grey by the rain, sheets and sheets of it coming down without so much as a warning. (Besides, of course, Rhys warning Gwen that the forecast was calling for rain today, and the heavy clouds waiting ominously above them when she and Ianto had stepped out for lunch, and the drizzle that had started only a minute after they'd begun walking back. None of which, Gwen asserted, had been enough to prepare them for the downpour they were now sitting through.)

Gwen glances behind them. They've taken refuge under a nearby awning, but when she peers in through the glass doors to the interior, the woman behind the information desk is glaring at them. Her mouth is pinched in a way that Gwen guesses is a very thin restraint against getting the building's security to move them along, probably mostly held together by the rumble of thunder reminding her of some human decency. Not enough for Gwen to want to rely on it. "We're going to be run off for loitering," she tells Ianto. He hums. She looks back at him.

He's tilting his head back, looking up at the sky. It responds by snapping lightning across the bottom of the clouds.

"I don't think you can stare a storm down," Gwen tells him.

Ianto blinks, starts to say something which ends up as two words twisted together and completely unintelligible, and when she gives him a moment, he finally collects himself enough to say, "Well. It was worth a try."

"Do you think we have any weather controlling devices?"

"I'm not calling Jack and asking."

"Oh, come on, he'd cave if you did," she says. Their prospects as they are don't look very dry. It might be worth a shot.

"As if he wouldn't for you," Ianto replies.

"He'd tell me to walk back in the rain just to see me in wet clothes."

"He'd use it as an excuse to get me in his clothes once mine were ruined," Ianto says, affecting a forlorn tone like they're commiserating over a real tragedy. Gwen only manages to hold her laugh in for a few seconds. She ducks her head and bumps her shoulder into Ianto's side. He grins.

"We could make a run for it." The rain isn't going to stop any time soon. Gwen's resigned to her fate.

"I'm willing if you are." Ianto extends his hand, and Gwen takes it. She squeezes it. With that, they fly off, skidding on wet cement.

By the time they're back in the Hub, there's not a dry inch of them or a spare breath in which they aren't laughing.

#ask #fanfiction #torchwood #gwen cooper #ianto jones

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crescentmoonteas · 1 year

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hi same anon as before, i'd love to hear more about the plot you have planned out so far!

and I would love to tell you about it!! be aware this contains spoilers for both Persona 5 Royal and the AU itself, so I'm putting it under a read more just in case

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SPOILER ZONE oOoOOoOOoOOoo

okay so this is a very loose/rough plot outline because it's still changing and being confirmed (I literally changed Makoto's palace like 10 minutes ago) BUT

edit: I FORGOT MY BOY RYUJI........... RYUJI I AM SO SORRY........... timeline now updated to include Ryuji!

story opens with Haru talking to Wakaba about the exploits of the PTs (same framing device as Sae talking to Joker)

flashback to Haru arriving in Tokyo to start her probation

Sojiro is like "grumble grumble kids these days and their *checks notes* haha you kicked a guy in the balls? that's rad. anyway don't do it again"

first day of school

Haru meets Sumi

Sumi's like "I KNOW WHERE SCHOOL IS SENPAI"

surprise: school is now Madarame's palace (same art gallery kind of theme, thinking of having waxworks instead of paintings and it's highly implied the waxworks are just the cognitive versions of students that have been dipped in wax)

Sumi's like "OKAY MAYBE I DON'T KNOW WHERE SCHOOL IS SENPAI"

anyway blah blah awaken Haru's persona

meet Goro who's stuck and about to be taxidermied (chrome spellcheck told me this was wrong and it was actually taxidermised but apparently you can use both. this is irrelevant to the plot I'm just letting everyone know what I learnt today) by Madarame

save Goro, learn about persona, etc etc

decide best way to get Yusuke to fess up is by stealing his diary

steal the poor man's diary

Haru takes it back to Leblanc and tries to open it

Goro is no help because he's like WE HAVE NO LOCKPICKS!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO!!! PECK IT OPEN?!

Akira (works part-time at Leblanc) is like "hi :) let me get that for you" *opens diary*

(Akira is the one who teaches Haru about infiltration tools)

meet Ryuji at some point. he's the new track star at Shujin!

anyway. something something awaken Sumi's persona, recruit Yusuke, awaken his persona, everyone gets a persona,

defeat Madarame

yay

go to Kosei to attend a volleyball game

Haru learns who Ann and Futaba are

[the second palace belongs to the guy who runs the eSports team that Futaba is on. I have yet to really nail these details so let's just skip forward]

Futaba: persona awakened, joins the team, hooray!

Futaba promotes the PTs by claiming they're sponsoring her. she puts their logo on her gamer jacket and all.

third palace is Principal Kobayakawa whose name I can never spell correctly from memory so apologies in advance

Kobayakawa has tasked our poor little meow meow Morgana, who is literally just a first year hall monitor with big dreams, with finding out what's going on with students getting jobs and shady deals

Morgana: panic.mp4

the PTs decide to go and change Kobayakawa's heart because tbh he's a bit of a dick

Morgana: persona awakened, joins the team, hooray!

important note: they do NOT find out about Kaneshiro or any of that. however, Kaneshiro is mysteriously taken down anyway.

Haru gets a text that's like "hello pls change my heart. I am literally dying. here's my address pls bring Big Bang Burger if you're coming" (that's a joke) (maybe)

the address leads to an apartment complex and Makoto lives on the very top floor. she's basically barricaded in and the state of her apartment probably violates every single health code

her rent/bills were set to auto-pay but the money's running out

they find out the auto-pay was set up by Sae before she died while out on a mission

"hey this apartment kinda looks like a lighthouse huh-"

MAKOTO'S OWN PALACE TIME

Makoto's palace is an abandoned lighthouse on a deserted island

the water level is rising and there's a leviathan nearby threatening to kill them

the PTs need to get through her palace and change her heart before they all drown/get eaten

pls look at this tweet by Jazzy for Makoto's palace and persona refs!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway. save Makoto, reconciliation with Sae, wooo Makoto is a PT now and she's the nav so Goro can finally stop guessing everything wildly

fifth palace belongs to Akira's dad who owns a wildly successful modelling company (that happens to be the same one Ann belongs to! what a coincidence)

Akira is engaged to Mika and the deadline for their wedding is approaching

(note: Mika isn't a complete bastard in the AU like Haru's fiance - she keeps her own personality!)

Akira's dad's palace is a factory where the models are the product

something something something. have yet to decide if Akira's dad dies like Haru's. remind me to ask Jazzy about this when we start designing that bit of the AU

Jazzy mentioned having both Akira's parents as bosses in the palace so we're doing that!!!

cognitive Akira is like a Barbie doll - he's trapped in a plastic box and he's not allowed out lest the world damages their perfect little darling <3

(hitting cognitive Akira turns him into damaged goods)

anyway AKIRA GET!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sixth palace is Wakaba's

she asks the PTs to explore her palace in the name of COGNITIVE PSIENCE!!!!!

Haru still gets apprehended and arrested by the antisocial force after and they fake her death like oh no, the PTs aren't together anymore. what a shame. anyway,

Seventh palace is Kamoshida

Ann gets her engine room moment (keeping this under wraps because the ideas Jazzy had were AMAZING and I don't want to spoil them)

Kamoshida goes down in FLAAAAMMEEESSSSSSSSS

hang on. everything is wrong. wh-

TIME TO FIGHT YALDABAOTH

pew pew pew

oh no. we lost Goro- oh wait there he is

and everything was fine :)

OR WAS IT!

MARUKI REALITY TIME

RYUJI WAS REALLY HIS BROTHER RYOJI?!?!?!?!?!

AND THE REAL RYUJI WAS THE TRACK STAR AT SHUJIN!

Maruki should not be a therapist. listen. that man needs whatever license/credentials he has revoked.

ANYWAY SHUAKE REALITY TIME NOW AKECHI HAS A HUMAN BOD OUTSIDE OF THE METAVERSE

Maruki fight: now with 20% more thong!

[spoilers censored because they're big and I want them to hit people in the face] [in a loving and good way]

anyway that's the general idea of it. obvs I haven't noted side confidants or anything but that's like the skeleton. the spine. the framework. if you have any Qs, my ask box is open!!!!

#anon #ask #I swear I didn't mean for this to be so long #IYR/RTG #IYR/RTG plot

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igot-sarang-ggg · 1 year

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Hey hey! Requesting a one shot of Yoshikage Kira x a fem reader who is a reporter in morioh trying to find a scoop about the large number of missing person cases?

Thank you for your request! I hope you like it.

Reporting From Morioh (Yoshikage Kira x Reader)

Masterlist

Small Summary: You're a well known reporter in Morioh taking a case on the rise of missing people

Small mentions: SPOILERS, f!reader, murder, hand fetish... (It's Yoshikage Kira what do you expect lol), Yandere, mention of stalking, a bit of strong language

"Hello, Morioh my name is Y/n, reporting to you live from the recent site disappearance. Last reported that a man and woman that live here in this apartment complex have not been seen in over a week. We've spoken to the landlord and other neighbors none of them knows where about it. But, one neighbor reported having seen another man enter the apartment before running off and not being seen again. Authorities have stated that a curfew has been placed until further notice." I looked at the camera, "Thank you Y/n for your scope in this serious matter. Be safe on your way back home..." The camera guy did a single letting me know it was over, and the red light over the camera turned off. "Good job Y/n. You wanna go for drinks today with us?" They packed away the equipment. "No thanks, maybe next time. I'll see you guys tomorrow." We said our goodbyes, they drove off.

I looked at the apartment building, this is the twentieth case of someone going missing since I became a reporter. How can someone just disappear without leaving a trace behind? Murders normally go back to the place where they've killed their victim, I'll just have to stay near the area and hopefully find something useful that's worth a case or will get more views. I waited until Ten PM and found nothing. I headed home for the night and went to sleep.

It was now morning, I don't work today which gives me time to look at the killer's next location and interview some people as well. I prepared my breakfast, and afterward I took a look at the map of Morioh. The last disappearance took place at those apartment complexes which means that whoever is causing this disappearance has moved to that area now. Taking a look at the map his next target is most of within that area or possibly where that Cafe is. I have to go to Cafe De Maigot to get a better look and maybe ask some questions while I'm there. I took out the sketch I drew of the description that was given to me by the neighbor that saw that man the other night. I looked at the drawing carefully capturing the features best I could. He looked like the type of man who could blend into the background and no one would suspect him.

I made my way to the cafe but kept feeling like someone was watching me, I push the feeling aside and continued walking, "Have you seen Yoshikage Kira?" I overheard two women talking. "I hope he's okay. I haven't seen him in a while... Not since his hand was missing." A missing hand? How did he lose it? "That image still haunts me." I need to talk to them, "Excuse me ladies can I have a word with you?"

"Oh, you're that reporter Y/n. What can we help with?"

"I wanted to know if any of know you may know about the disappearance that is taking place in Morioh or if someone you know has gone missing?" I took out a small recording device I have disguised as my pen. "Well, we do have a friend that we haven't seen in a while. Last we saw him he was in terrible condition and even had a missing hand. We haven't seen him since."

"Do you think you could describe his appearance and his name, please? I'd like to find him and ask him a few questions." The girls gave me information about his address, and what he wears, and even mentioned that today was also his day from work. "Thank you, ladies. I'll see you around." I waved goodbye and walked to the address they gave me but there were what seemed to be police and officers at his home. I guess the police might have been tipped off.

"Excuse me..." I called to one of the officers, "I'm a reporter, I just had a question. Does Yoshikage Kira live here?" I showed him the sketch, "He did. We haven't been able to find him. You should quit while you're ahead. He's a dangerous man." I gave the officer thanks and walked home.

Is Yoshikage Kira that dangerous? From what those ladies told the he was a man that didn't try hard to stick out, even as to turn down an invention from them to get lunch together. It does seem like he tends to fade in the background... Could he be...

I bumped into a man knocking over some of his papers, "I'm so sorry sir." I was so lost in thought I wasn't looking where I was going. I bent down picking up his papers, "It's quite alright..." He got down and started picking them up, "Hey aren't you that Y/n the new reporter lady?" I gave him the papers I picked up. "Yes, I am. Just taking a walk around town." He stood up placing the papers away. He took out his hand, I placed mine in his and he helped me up. "Well, you shouldn't be out here by yourself. A lot of people have been disappearing in this town." I removed my hand from his. "I know. Just needed to get some air is all."

"Would it be okay if I walk you home?" I looked at him, studying his features, He does slightly resemble the description that the neighbor had given me... but his hair doesn't quite match it or the height they mentioned. "If that's okay. I know we just meant and it's a bit weird for a strange to offer such a service... But we have to protect each other to avoid any more losses." He is right, "Sure but just up to the Morioh train station."

We began walking together, "I never got your name." I looked at the man briefly, "It's Kosaku Kawajiri. It's a pleasure to meet you Y/n. I'm a huge fan of your reports. It's an honor getting to meet you in person."

"Thank you watch our channel." I smiled slightly... something was off about this man.

"Twenty missing people..."

"I'm sorry..." What did he say? "A total of twenty people have gone missing since you became a reporter. A useless child, a hairdresser, some douchebag, and his girlfriend are the most recent cases... Am I wrong?" He looked at me, my heart began to race. He was the one that killed those people, it wasn't that they ran away from home, he must have killed them all. "Judging by your reaction, I'd amuse I was right." We continued walking; since there were people around I couldn't make a scene since I wasn't sure how others would react or what he would do. "What do you want?" He got closer to me. "Make a turn to your left in that alleyway over there." I did as he said and we entered the alley. "So... Are you gonna kill me like the other... Kosaku Kawajiri?"

"Not quite... I've grown quite fond of you and your hands." He turned to face me. "My hands?" I looked at them and then at him. He grabbed my hands placing them close to his face and kissing them, "Yes, they're like nothing I've ever seen. So soft, so beautiful, I've always seen your hands on TV and thought about how much I'd want them for my own."

I pulled my hands away, "You're sick. Let me leave and I won't tell anyone about this okay." He loosened his tie, "I can't let you go since you know the true nature and identity of I Yoshikage Kira..." So he's Yoshikage Kira, "I'll let you live but only if you drop the case report you're working on." I started feeling like there was something heavy curling by my should, I could see tire tracks on my cloth. "What did you do!?" I tried removing the coat I was wearing to get the thing off my arm but it wasn't budging. "That's Sheer Heart Attack that's on your shoulder it's a type of bomb that I've created with the help of my stand Killer queen."What is talking about, "I'll make the bomb explode in a matter of ten seconds if you do not agree to drop that report you've done on me? If you don't then you'll explode and I'll take your beautiful hands with me."

"I- I'll -I'll drop the case! Just please let me live! I'll do anything you want please!" The heaviness went away, "Exceinlt chose My dear Y/n. Now you said you'd do anything. Take me to your house. I want to see the report file you've collected."

We took the train and made it to my house, "So you're not married judging by the furniture and state of your home." My house was a bit messy I had articles and other things on the table and the couch, "I'll be getting rid of all of these things." In a blink of an eye, the papers had turned into dust. "My, sweet Y/n," He took my hands again and kissed them, "How I waited for the chance to meet you in person. A woman such as yourself deserves the best anyone has to offer." He placed a ring on my finger. "Never take this off... The killer queen touched the ring and placed a bomb. If you remove it or have anyone touch it you will die and so will the person that touched it."

He let go of my hands pushing me against the wall, "You're mine Y/n. You belong to Yoshikage Kira."

After a few days after my encounter with Yoshikage Kira it was reported that a man had died via an ambulance crushing his scole. It was later revealed to be Yoshikage Kira himself that dies in that way.

"Excuse me?" I talked up to a group of high school students, "I'm a reporter for the Morioh new channel and would like to ask you a few questions about Yoshikage Kira. I heard one of them had a close encounter with him."

"Sure we'll answer some questions." The pompadour said, "Wait Josuke you can't just give random people information about him Mr. Jotaro said we needed to stay quiet about it. Sorry miss but we can't talk about that." The shortest one spoke.

"I understand... I just had an encounter with him myself before he died. He placed a ring on my fingers and told me that Killer queen has made it into a bomb, I haven't taken the ring off since then. Is there any chance you can help me? Or know someone who can?"

"We need proof of your encounter before we can help." I took out my recording pen, "My apologies, I recorded my encounter with him on my pen... Is that enough proof?" They all looked at each other, "Come with us we'll find someone who can help you." Josuke spoke. "Thank you boys so much."

They took me to a man name Jotaro and we all listened to the recording. "Y/n, remove the ring, Josuke you knew what to do."

"Wait what!?" Are they going to kill me for being a witness? "We're not gonna kill you, I have a stand that can heal you before you explode. I know it doesn't make sense now but it will later."

I nodded and removed the ring, it felt like I exploded but nothing happened, "There it's done." I thanked them all, "Is it okay if we take those recordings you've got? I need to send them to the speed wagon foundation." Asked Jotaro. "Yeah, sure I copy at home here." I handed him the pen. I thanked them all and headed home...

I think this is the last time I take on a reporting case on missing people in Morioh

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