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serenefreakgeekao3 · 1 year

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Can we get a Jim Halpert x short!gn!reader who is just enamored with how much Taller Jim is than them. Like sometimes when they’re trying to reach up for something he suddenly just lefts them up so they can grab it, or if someone is bothering them he uses his hight to be intimating, and they just swoon. <3

Summary: Being the shortest person at Dunder Mifflin comes with a lot of problems- one namely being your boss, Michael Scott, who thinks he must be the newest and brightest comedian of their century. Spoiler alert: He’s really not. Warnings: short jokes (beware), A/N: So i’ve been called short maybe once or twice, but to be completely honest I’m literally at the ‘average’ mark on the scale so i’m just here, existing in neither shortness nor tallness. However, i’ve always heard the ‘short jokes’ are unending so I figured I’d base it on that? Sorry i know they’re annoying, but hopefully Jim’s sweetness makes up for it

“Aha! There they are!” Michael calls out just as you enter, and you feel a deep sense of regret begin billowing into your stomach. “Winner of the shortest person award!” Michael’s laughter was boisterous, making you want to cringe away from him and just make it to your desk. Just make it there, at the very least. You did literally just walk into work, you haven’t even set your briefcase down yet. Michael thankfully jumps away from you, approaching accounting. “I’m surprised you’re not starting a real cat fight Angela, with how Y/N over there stole your special office title!”

“My official title is ‘Accountant,’ Michael,” Angela reminds him in a wary voice, huffing her displeasure at being spoken to. Michael just laughs and begins shrugging his shoulder against Angela’s own as if they shared a common joke. Angela just looks on in disgust as Michael continues on.

“Catfight, get it? ‘Cause you’re the cat lady!” Angela only scoffs and Michael continues his boisterous laugh, turning and making his way back to his office.

“Michael, don’t forget,” Pam calls out behind you as you place your bag onto your desk, the solo desk in the Quality Assurance position at Dunder Mifflin. You turn to watch this interaction, Pam looking frustrated as she shakes a wad of papers at the man. “You have that appointment with corporate in-”

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t have Pam, god!” Michael pushes the wad of papers away and storms into his office, and you still can’t for the life of you figure out how Michael can switch between emotions so quickly. Your eyes scan the room- mostly the sales department- and wonder about where half of the team had wandered off to. Stanley remained sitting at his desk, but it seemed as if the rest of them had disappeared. You hear a quick ‘Psst!’ and turn to lock eyes with Pam, making your way over at a wave from her.

“Michael came out here before you got here, said something about a massive sale that he needed all of his sales associates to go on.” Pam stage-whispered over to you, and you nod along slowly.

“Ah, that makes sense-”

“So, yeah, that’s where Jim is.”

“Pam-” You start, looking around nervously before skirting around her desk to see her more eye-to-eye without having to stand on your toes. “Shush up! I told you that in confidence!” You watch Pam giggle, placing a hand to her mouth as she does.

“Oh I know,” Pam nods with wide eyes, leaning against her desk faux-casually as she watches you. “Just like Jim told me in confidence that-”

“What’s a couple of short stacks doing back behind this huge desk?” Jim’s voice emanates suddenly from behind you and you jump, turning with wide eyes toward him. He seems to be locking eyes with Pam, who giggles once more with her hand covering her mouth. You couldn’t quite translate Jim’s look to her, but it held some sort of meaning you were sure.

“Oh! Hey Jim! I thought you had that sales thing?” Jim raises an eyebrow toward you, crossing his arms with a smirk.

“I did but then I coughed at Dwight and got out of it. Figured they had enough people as is- but the real question here is: How did you know about the sales call? You weren’t in here when Michael announced it.”

“Watching for me, Jim?” You tease, circling the desk and making your way back to your own. Jim quickly skirted around the desk, following behind you.

“Well, yeah, obviously. You’re so tiny I have to know where you are so I don’t trip over you.” You groan at yet another short joke, rolling your eyes and turning to look at him with an unimpressed look. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

“Pam told me where you- where all the sales associates went.”

“Asking after me, Y/L/N?” You scoff loudly, turning to lean yourself against your desk, crossing your arms up at Jim.

“Pam volunteered the information, thank you very much.” You look up into Jim’s eyes and can’t help but feel shrouded by his form. He takes another step closer, pushing you over slightly to lean against your desk himself, and hunching toward you whether he realized it or not. He acted as a sort of shield from the rest of the office, which some days you definitely felt like you needed.

“And why would Pam do something like that?” Jim’s voice was quieter like he was accounting for the new distance- or lack thereof. You stare into his hazel eyes, swallowing roughly. You couldn’t help but feel safe in the shield of comfort that he provided.

“Perhaps because half of the room’s occupants were not seated at their usual desks, which is a rather odd occurrence for a day at work.” You turn, grabbing a random handful of papers and tapping them on your desk. “Speaking of, isn’t that something you should be doing?” Jim laughs, pushing himself to stand from your desk before turning and saluting at you, walking backwards back to his own desk.

“Touche, Y/N!”

“Watch where you’re going!” You didn’t mean to sound too worried as you called it out, but Jim just chuckled, shrugging toward you.

“Why? I’m already keeping my eye on one safety hazard.”

“Yes, because I’m so short, ha ha.”

Coffee.

That’s what you needed today was coffee. Perhaps multiple cups to get through this shitshow of a day. After Michael’s brilliant start to the day with the short jokes, it seemed he had retired to his room solely to come up with more jokes to torture you with. You weren’t sure why it was your turn to take all of Michael’s attention, but you were ready to throw in the towel and leave early for the day already. You could just start over tomorrow morning, no harm no foul! Except then Michael would cry because he didn’t think you liked his jokes- which you don’t- and then you’d have to deal with consoling him for a solid hour before he eventually yelled that he didn’t need pity, and you would respond that it’s not pity- which it was- and spend another hour consoling him of that as well. You would know- it’s happened before.

And now you didn’t even have Jim around to curb the jokes or turn them into something that was actually funny. After your play-fight with Jim, he was then swiped away by Stanley- who apparently was the last one of the sales associates left only because he had his own sales call to go on. He had begged Jim to tag along, and of course the man agreed considering how nice he is. What wasn’t nice was leaving you alone with Michael when- well, just ever really. So if you look at it that way, it really all was Jim’s fault. Stupid Jim.

You shook your head, waking yourself from your daydream as you stared at the coffee pot, urging it to brew faster. It was already filled with half a pot, and you knew technically you should wait for the full pot to brew before pouring any but you really needed caffeine in your life immediately. You wandered over to the drainer by the sink to grab a cup, then hesitated as you realized there were no cups laying there. There were no dishes at all, actually, indicating someone actually came in here and took the time to put the dishes away. That’d normally be a good and nice thing, aside from the fact that you were too short to reach the cabinets above the counter where the mugs were all stored. Sighing, you turn to look for the step stool you usually keep around. (Technically it was the office’s step stool, but you were the only one that ever had to use it.)

It wasn’t where you left it, over to the side of the counter and next to the table. Looking around the room, you couldn’t spot it still. You checked the bathroom, thinking maybe it was in there- there had been a time or two it was moved in there either for use or for storage- but you couldn’t find it there either. You didn’t bother to check the other bathroom, just huffing to yourself and placing your hands on your hips. Glaring upward at the cabinets above the sink, you will the doors to open and a cup to float down by itself. Then when that didn’t work, you got to work trying to stand on your toes and reach up. The handle to the door was just out of your reach, but you should be able to swipe it open, maybe-

You startled at a large hand intercepting your own, swiping you out of the way and opening the door. You set yourself off of your tip-toes, flat-footed now only to turn and notice Jim pressing you in close to the kitchen counter as he reaches above you. He pulls down a mug- your favourite mug, no less- and places it on the counter beside you. You were able to turn around in place, but Jim only places his hands on the counter to either side of you, blocking you in.

“You should ask for help next time,” Jim whispers down to you, and looking up into his hazel eyes has your heart doing funny things. Maybe it’s the crush you have, maybe you’ve just developed some sort of heart-stuttering problem that you’d need to get checked out, but with Jim’s proximity, you couldn’t really think straight to debate either at the moment. You bit your lip, glancing at your cup and back up to him before finally finding your voice.

“I had that perfectly fine-”

“You couldn’t even reach the door, Y/L/N.”

“Well, I’ll have you know I was trying to get two cups, so,” You were just about to turn when Jim lifted his gaze finally. You felt like you could finally breathe- for the one whole second it took for Jim to lean forward into your space to reach above your head. He pulled down another mug to set on the counter, and you pull in a deep breath full of his scent that only serves to make you dizzier. You lift your gaze to him again, shaking your head. “No, I just meant-”

“What, three cups?”

“Maybe,” You mumble out, turning to face the kitchen counter again. You reach up to try your own hand- you would not be two-upped by him- and it’s an even worse predicament than before. At least with the door handle you had even a chance, and right now you couldn’t even reach to touch the bottom of the cupboard. Attempting to stretch yourself further, already on your tip-toes, you were just about to give up when you felt two large hands grab right under your armpits. They heave you up, and suddenly you’re at a height that you’d never really seen this room at before. Quickly reaching forward, you take two more mugs into your hands before the hands slowly set you back down on your feet.

‘Holy hells, how strong is he?’ You think to yourself, turning to lift your gaze back up to Jim. He was smiling, likely on the verge of laughter, though he had yet to. You could feel your face heating up and knew that blush was lighting up your face. What were you supposed to do now? Jim just picked you up, how do you move on from that?

“Four cups?” Jim questions you as he reaches forward to one of the new ones you had grabbed, taking it from your hand to turn it over in his own. He probably chose to grab that one as it was the one you had seen him use the most often, you figured it might be his favourite. You hoped so at least, considering he was able to grab your favourite after just one try.

“Three,” You admit quietly, turning to watch the last of the coffee brew into the pot, “I grabbed an extra in case you wanted some.” Jim’s head shot up to look at you, and you tilted your head in confusion at the reaction. His eyes were wide, and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve said a slight blush was lighting up his own cheeks now. But why would offering him a cup of coffee make him embarrassed? “That’s only if you want some, of course.”

“I do!” He insisted, placing the cup down and spinning it slowly with one hand, staring at you the entire time. You got a little squirmy, reaching out to heft the large coffee pot and begin pouring it into your three cups. “Did you-” You glance briefly up at Jim- who was biting his lip by the gods is he trying to kill you?- before looking quickly back at your task so as to not spill any coffee. “Did you know this was my favourite cup?”

“Yeah,” You replied easily, watching his fingers stop spinning the cup right as you answer. “That’s why I grabbed that one.” You motion the pot over to his cup, watching him jump slightly before sliding his cup over toward you. You pour the coffee before replacing the pot back where it goes. You begin the process of adding sugar and creamer to the cups, sighing softly.

“So, why three cups? You being generous to someone else out there?”

“Nope,” You pop your mouth on the word, smirking up toward Jim before resuming your objective. “I just figured that the minimum amount of coffee I need to complete this day would be three cups, so I’m planning accordingly.” You hear Jim chuckle, smiling softly to yourself and beginning to add the sugar and creamer to Jim’s own- less than you like in yours, but that’s how he normally took it.

“Is that right? Did something happen that’s exhausting you today?”

“Just Michael and his dumb short jokes.”

“Ah,” Jim breathes out, leaning his hip against the counter and looking over his shoulder toward Michael’s office. “Did he do the old ‘appreciate the little things’ one?”

“Followed by a big hug, yep,” You sigh, taking one of the cups and scalding your mouth to take a drink of it. “Had to practically push him off of me.”

“And the miniature golf one?”

“‘Do you just call it regular golf?’” You repeat Michael’s joke from earlier, deepening your voice to mock him. Sighing, you take another large gulp and wince at the temperature. Jim reaches forward, seemingly unconsciously, and slowly lowers your cup to the counter, pushing it away from you. You wonder if he realized you were burning your tongue on it.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Sounds like a rough day if he’s going all out.”

“Oh, absolutely. He also tried out a new one! ‘Sometimes when I look at short people, I wonder if they’re able to reach their goals!’” You turn at this, huffing out an aggravated breath. You had meant to tell this one as a joke, but just as it had hit you off guard before, it was hitting you again. You tried to keep from tearing up, but really- who wanted to work as Quality Assurance for a paper company? Obviously, you haven’t been able to reach your goals and Michael just unwittingly mocked you for that.

“Hey, hey,” Jim began, reaching an arm out to place against your upper arm, noticing how fragile you suddenly became. “That was uncalled for,” Jim agreed, stepping closer to you to tower over you once more, “I’m sure Michael didn’t mean for it to be that bad, he’s just trying to think up different short puns.” He patted your arm, squeezing it once before continuing, “You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had to go to his office to look them up. I bet he didn’t even come up with it on his own.”

You laugh blearily, raising a hand to wipe away a tear that had yet to fall, but almost did. Jim began rubbing your arm up and down, and you lifted your coffee cup once more to take a big gulp. You hear the door to the room open, hoping it wasn’t who you thought it was.

“Oh, there you are!” You hold back a groan at the sound of Michael’s voice, closing your eyes to try and rein in your feelings. “Hey, I have a good one! What do you call it when a short person says goodbye?” You can hear Michael’s excitement behind you, and while normally you’d feel bad for ruining that sort of happiness, you just really weren’t in the mood for it right now. “Y/N, hey! What do you call it when you say goodbye!” He taps on your shoulder, and you finally turn to look at him with your eyebrows raised.

“Michael,” Jim tries to inject, raising a hand between the two of you. Michael, too excited to stop, jumps up and down before he finally bursts out laughing, his words jumbled and almost unrecognizable.

“A microwave! Get it! Micro!” He laughs again, and you try to find any semblance of care to keep this job, anything to get you to smile at Michael and move on like you usually do. That’s when Jim steps in front of you, moving closer to Michael. You gulp, his whole body blocking your boss from you, and you slowly realize that Jim was backing Michael up to the wall, towering over him very specifically.

“What about me, Michael?” Jim takes another step forward, Michael stumbling on a backwards step. “Have any tall jokes for me?”

“But, tall jokes-”

“Michael,” Jim’s voice lowered, and while you couldn’t see his face you could almost hear how serious it must’ve looked. Michael scurries out from next to Jim, hurrying over to the door. He clears his throat, throwing an undisguised fearful look toward Jim before straightening his suit coat and turning to leave the room.

There was something about that- maybe Jim using his height for you or even defending you from someone you were obviously having problems with- that made you suck in a breath. You knew you were blushing before, but your face felt like an inferno now. As Jim turns to look at you with an apprehensive look, you didn’t know what your own face was projecting at this point. All you kept thinking was that scene, Jim towering over Michael and chasing him away. Jim and his big body and big hands and-

A hand was being waved in your face and you jumped, widening your eyes further and drawing your gaze upward to meet with Jim. He was smiling, laughing it seemed, and finally crossed his arms. “I seemed to lose you there for a second, you alright?”

“Yeah- yes, I’m fine.” You could hear the breathless tone to your voice and cursed inwardly, turning to quickly grab your cup of coffee and drain the rest of what was in the cup. Jim raised his eyebrows at this, laughing again as you place your mug into the sink and grab the second one.

“No, but really, are you okay? Michael has some pretty shitty timing.” Timing, right. You were talking to him about something. What were you talking about? You met Jim’s gaze again and took another drink, hoping to buy time. He only laughs, reaching for his own cup and mirroring you, taking his own sip. His eyes dart briefly down to his cup before raising back to you, something in him softening at the taste.

“I’m fine. Really. Thank you for that, by the way.”

“Of course,” Jim answers right away, smiling and holding his mug close to his chest. “If only I had been here the rest of the day, I would’ve been able to help out before it got too bad.”

“You know,” You were surprised you finally were able to find your voice, taking another drink from your coffee just to keep him in suspense. “I’m now wondering if he ran to his office to start looking up tall jokes now.” Jim groaned playfully, rolling his eyes and leaning a hip against the counter. “‘How’s the weather up there?’ And whatnot, you know?”

“Oh, I know, “ Jim insists, causing you to bubble up with laughter once more. “I think his most recent one was, ‘What’s the difference between a clown and a tall person?’” You raise your eyebrows, taking a drink from your coffee. He smirks, continuing on, “Their shoe store.” You huff a smile laugh, shaking your head.

“That’s horrible.”

“I didn’t mind it that much,” Jim replies with a shrug, watching your face. You wonder why you’re being scrutinized so closely, until he finishes his sentence, “I mean, you know what they say about big feet.” You choke on your coffee, turning and coughing away from Jim. Your eyes were wide, running that sentence through your head. You could swear that you’ve never blushed this often in your entire life, and yet your face heats up once more to its familiar warmth and you aren’t sure what you’re supposed to do with your hands. Placing your now empty second mug into the sink, you take hold of your last one and fake salute toward Jim.

“Alright! And with that, I am off!” You hear Jim laughing loudly behind you, shaking your head and pressing the back of your hand to your cheek. You turn and call back into the room, “To do work! Like we’re supposed to be doing!” The door closes on Jim’s laughter, and you hurry to make it back to your desk. No one seems bothered by your commotion aside from Pam, who just looks at you with a smile and a head tilt. You just shake your head in response, finding refuge at your desk.

“So, drinks tonight?”

“Yeah, drinks sound great!”

“Are we going to-”

“Of course!”

“Hey, Y/N!” You turn your head at your name, eyeing the group of coworkers congregating at the glass doors as they all take turns putting on their jackets. It was Phyllis who called your name, and you tried to turn your brain back on enough to pay attention. After all, work is over now, you shouldn’t need to use your brain anymore. That just sounded exhausting.

“Yeah?”

“Are you coming?” At that you tilt your head, and Phyllis smiles at you kindly, “Everyone is going out for drinks.”

“Oh,” You consider it, looking at the group of them before nodding, your smile growing. “Sure! That sounds fun!”

“Nope!” You jump at the loud sound of Michael’s voice, turning to look at him with wide eyes. He approaches you and hunches down to look you in the eye- completely unnecessarily. “You can’t come!” He stands again, holding a hand above your head, “You must be this tall to ride this ride! Sorry, gotta be this tall to have a drink with the lads!” He laughs loudly, turning to usher everyone out of the building. You stand there gaping, then turn to look at Phyllis, who in turn looked horrified.

“Oh, Y/N, that was-” She huffs, “You’re still allowed to come you know.”

“No, that’s okay Phyllis,” You began, sighing and glaring at the back of Michael’s head. “I don’t think I’d have much fun with him around anyway.”

“Well, since you’re free,” You startle again, huffing when you turn around and come face-to-face with Jim. Well, face-to-chest, but you’re not here to make fun of your own height.

“Jim! You scared me.” You playfully glare at him, finishing up packing up your desk. Phyllis, unnoticed, smiled at the two of you before leaving.

“As I was saying,” Jim continues, circling around to stand right next to you. You raise your eyes to him once more, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. When he takes your hand, your eyebrow immediately falls, and you drop your gaze to look at the sight of his fingers mixing with yours. “Since you’re free tonight, maybe we could go get a drink ourselves?” You raise your surprised gaze to Jim, unsure what to say as he finally continues in a lowered and deeper voice, “Just us?”

“Jim,” You begin, his name more of an exhale than really spoken, “What are you- like a date?”

“I know our size difference is so vast,” Jim playfully insists, pulling your hand twice with his own before tangling your fingers together, “But somehow I think we can push past it.”

“So, a-”

“Yes, a date,” Jim clears up with a laugh, reaching his other hand to place against your cheek. “I promise I won’t take you to a giant’s bar.” You laugh, shaking your head.

“I better be able to fit on the stools.” His smile widens, using your hands to pull you in closer.

“Is that a-”

“That’s a yes, yeah,” You agreed easily, attempting to stand on your toes to reach up toward him. Luckily, at the same moment, Jim leaned down and your lips finally met. Jim’s hand slides from your cheek to the back of your head, pulling you in closer and you couldn’t help but melt against him. When your kiss finally breaks and he straightens back up, you pout up at him. He chuckles, shaking his head with a soft look.

“A kiss like that and all I get is a pout? I must be off my game.” You laugh, playfully hitting his chest before huffing.

“Not that, the kiss was amazing. It’s just,” You playfully glare up at him, taking hold of his tie, “You’re too tall. I can’t just surprise you with a kiss, you have to lean all the way down here just for it to happen!” Jim laughs, sliding his head from the back of your head down to your back while you spoke and pulling you in closer.

“Well, that just sounds like quitters talk.”

“You’re on then, Halpert.” So, maybe today wasn’t the worst day.

#jim halpert x reader #jim halpert x you #jim halpert #the office #fanfiction #gender neutral reader #short reader #michael scott #pam beesly

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alexisomnias · 1 year

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WHEN YOUR GONE. . . | obey me

obey me nightbringer spoilers

characters | BROTHERS

they return home, a sunken feeling moving along with them as their home feels much more empty. Despite the attendant never living with them, it feels as if a room lost its shine that kept the home lifted. they go to the bedroom to mourn for the loss of a friend who they've known for no longer then a week (yet it feels like years).

LUCIFER "Hopefully you found me helpful from time to time? Don't push yourself too hard "big brother."

lucifer finds himself staring at your writing, it was clearly handled with care, perhaps even written with a shaky hand. he finds himself doing nothing other then staring, he can't even reread it as if his throat was choked up for good. lucifer, who thought your position as attendant was nothing other then stupid found his heart slow to if he didn't know better would be a stop. he did... he did find you helpful... his eyes close as he leans his head back and takes a deep breath, as if to stop tears.

why must you of done this too him? why couldn't you just leave with a goodbye that he would forget come hundreds year?

MAMMON "Thank you for always thinking of me. I always had fun when we were together."

mammon prided himself in his ability to hold his emotions, but after his eyes came across the last letter, reading each syllable as if it was his first time he lets out a sob. clutching the letter in his hand as if all of you would disappear if he ever let it go. you were cruel, he thinks, so cruel for leaving him alone like this. he sobs quietly leant over the desk as he sobs into his arms, why did he always get attached to things that would soon leave him? you don't realize, that even after your gone. your memories, even the happiest ones will leave him thinking of you as left pain.

his heart aches for you already, he wants to continue to be together, he wants you back.

LEVIATHAN "Make sure to take good care of Snake, okay? I know you'll make an amazing demon !!"

it took a lot for leviathan to even build up the courage to exit the comfort of his own room. without you there by his side, what will be there to help him navigate around? you've been barely gone for 3 days and yet it feels as if you've been missing from his side for centuries. curse him for getting attached, curse the universe for making you the friend that leaves for his own character development. he sniffles, rereading the text over and over. he let out an ugly cry, uncaring for if the world outside saw it.

how could he be the amazing demon you claim him to be, without you by his side to reassure?

SATAN "Someday we should both go bookstore hopping! You're fine just the way you are Satan."

he doesn't know why you left, but dear lord is he so angry. at the world, at his brothers for allowing you to leave, at himself for not being there to tell you he needs you. satan doesn't cry, satan doesn't even rage out in anger as he reads your letter. he stares, and he stares until a figurative hole could be burnt through the crisp paper left in your place. the only memory left of you for you weren't there for long. why couldn't he be there to see you leave? send you off? why was he the one stuck under the impression you would come back for him, until you didn't?

did you even realize that you were the reason he felt like he belonged in this world?

ASMODEUS "Looking forward to the next Asmo Night! I love you! more then words can say!

asmo loves you more then words exist, thats why he needs you by his side, thats why he needs you there to remind him of why he's deserving, of why he deserves to be happy like the others. asmo needs you more then words can say, he lets out a quiet cry, almost silent as tears drip down his porcelain face. clutching his own note close to his body. why did you have to leave so early? why did you have to leave him so abruptly after carving your place in his heart?

he trusts in the fact that you will return, maybe its denial, or trust, but he believes you'll be back for him.

BEELZEBUB "Be careful not to eat too much! Keep your brothers safe, okay?"

beelzebub did not cry, but he did mourn. how could he always lose those he grows to care for? all in such a short time? he swears he would starve if it meant you'd come back, he'd never complain about hunger again if you'd be back to tell him off, back to make him breakfast out of food he's unfamiliar with. he clutches the note strong enough that if he tried it would rip, but he'd never destroy a memory of you.

beel wants to keep his family safe, but as their attendant, that includes you, he wants you safe as well.

BELPHEGOR "Someday I'll buy you the ultimate alarm clock. I adore that happy look you have while asleep."

Belphegor was the last of the brothers to visit your room, as if he contemplated for days of whether it would be a good idea. belphie despised humans, and you being a human would of included that, wouldn't it? but yet, he can't find himself to hate you. you helped him, helped beel instead of hurt. all the other notes were gone, so the sole one laid upon your empty desk. he stared down on it, in a slow process, his stone face crumpled, melted into tears as it dripped onto he page. his hands clenched up as he cried. falling to his knees as he allowed himself to sob against the desk. your letter lying dead in front of him.

did he really need an alarm clock when his attendant was there to wish him a good morning?

#obey me nightbringer #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me #angst #obey me angst #obey me nightbringer spoilers #suns pencil.

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hoomandoescosplay · 2 months

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Static | Alastor x Reader Oneshot

“Alastor, the radio demon, is supposedly quite a popular name in Hell. So much so that his name had somehow ventured into the human world.”

“Some people have even tried to summon the demon by giving him offerings hoping he’d show himself to them and grant them powers beyond their own capabilities.”

My friend Naomi explains to me while we walk to our class. “Don’t tell me you’ve tried to summon him.” I sigh. “You usually don’t bring this kind of stuff up before you’ve tried it.”

She’s always been into magic and witchcraft. I honestly don’t understand any of it but she loves talking to me about it.

I definitely believe that kind of stuff exists in the world but it can be so confusing, especially when people make stuff up all the time.

Naomi has said she’s experienced many phenomenons before but she has quite a creative mind.

Naomi grins as she nods her head. “Of course I’ve tried it! Would you like to give it a try? I have the instructions written down in one of my spellbooks.” She starts to rummage around in her backpack.

“It shouldn’t take long. We can do it after school gets out today.” My eyes go wide as I pull her arm stopping us from walking.

“Are you crazy? Absolutely not. No way do I want to try that.” Naomi chuckles. “You really need to learn to have some fun.”

She continues, “There’s no harm in calling out a demon and asking for powers. Besides, you don’t think he’ll actually show up do you?”

I just stare at her. She’s crazy, she has to be crazy. “No harm?” I echo bewildered. I let out a strained laugh. “I honestly don’t even know how to respond to what you just said.”

Naomi shrugs. “The worst thing that can happen is the summoning doesn’t work and your day proceeds as normal. That’s what I call ‘no harm’.” Her smile widens.

“And,” she adds. “It’s our senior year. We have to do something fun and mysterious.” I sigh again. “I guess you’re right.” I readjust my backpack as I take a second to think. “Alright, let’s do it.”

Naomi squeals with delight. “Oh! You’re not going to regret it, not one bit! This is going to be amazing, just you wait and see!” She pulls a small leather bound book out of her backpack.

“Here we are. ‘How to summon demons 101.’ Let’s see what we need…” Naomi starts to scan through a few of the book’s pages.

I see other students look at us as they walk past and I can feel my face heat up. “Maybe we should look at your book after school.” I suggest quietly.

Naomi’s eyebrows raise as she looks up at me. “Yeah… I guess that would be for the best. This isn’t exactly the type of thing you can just pull out of your backpack and flip through in the middle of a hallway without drawing attention to yourself.”

She quickly puts her book back away and we continue to walk to our class.

A few minutes later, we arrive at our class and quickly shuffle into our seats. I look over at Naomi and she’s grinning at me before turning back to face the front of the room.

The teacher quickly walks into the classroom, and class begins. The class progresses as it normally would. The teacher gives the lesson and asks a few questions here and there.

A few times, I catch Naomi looking in my direction, likely waiting until the end of class to start the summoning.

The clock on the wall slowly creeps closer to the end of class. The other students gradually lose interest in the lecture and start to daydream as the teacher keeps lecturing on.

After a few more minutes of lecturing, the teacher pauses. “That’s all the time we have for today. I’d like to end the day with a reminder of our next assignment and the due date for the project we’ve been working on all week.”

I can see Naomi jittering in her seat as we wait to be dismissed and I roll my eyes with a small smile.

The teacher makes a few more announcements before the bell rings. The class quickly rises to their feet and most students start to shuffle for the door.

As I try to make my way to the door, I bump into Naomi who eagerly grabs onto my arm in a tight grip. “Let’s go, you ready?”

I nod. “As ready as I can be.” Naomi squeals once more. “Yes, that’s the spirit!” She starts to pull me out of the classroom, down the hallway and out the front of the school.

─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ───

We get to Naomi’s house after a short walk and as we walk in she checks to make sure her parents aren’t home.

“Quick, let’s go up to my room.” Naomi’s eyes dart back and forth as she leads me up the stairs and into her bedroom.

Naomi quickly shuts the door behind me and I can hear her quietly lock the door. She quickly heads over to her bed, places her backpack on it, and pulls out her spellbook.

Naomi quickly flips through the pages as she starts listing off some of the items needed. “Okay… Here’s what we need: a black candle, a glass of water, a salt circle, and the words spoken in the summoning.”

I nod as I walk towards her bed to place my backpack down as well. “Can I see?” I ask, trying to take a peek at her book.

Naomi chuckles and shakes her head. “Not now. As soon as everything is set-up, I’ll let you get a glance.” She closes her book fast.

“Now help me grab some supplies from the closet. I only have one candle.” Naomi walks over to the closet as she waits for me to join her.

I immediately get a strange feeling but shrug it off and walk towards her.

The two of us enter the closet and start grabbing the supplies needed for the candle and the salt circle.

Naomi grabs the candle and a lighter, as well as a small glass for the water while I grab a large bag of salt that’s sitting on the top shelf of the closet.

I make sure to hold the bag of salt carefully so that it doesn’t spill. I then join Naomi back in the middle of the room and she starts to pour the salt into a near perfect circle around the middle of the ground.

As she pours the salt, I can see Naomi make sure that every inch of the circle is covered.

At the very center of the circle, she places the candle and the glass of water. “What’s the glass of water for?” I ask curiously.

“It’s the vessel that holds the demon’s spirit which allows him to take a physical form.” Naomi’s eyes light up as she explains this to you.

I begin to ask another question but she cuts me off. “Oh! I forgot we also need a knife. I’ll be right back.” She runs out of the room as I process what she said. “A knife? Hmm that’s weird.” I mumble.

I have a quiet moment to myself while Naomi is out of the room. I take this moment to walk towards her book and flip through the pages quickly.

The last few cover the ritual we were planning on doing and my eyes widen when I realize none of the materials we collected were used to summon the radio demon.

Suddenly I hear her footsteps coming back up the hallway making me close the book fast. As I’m holding it I make a split second decision to shove it into my backpack.

I then quickly ran to stand back in the area I was in before she left. She opens the door, holding a small steak knife in her hand as she smiles at me.

Naomi happily holds up the knife for me to see. “Look! Isn’t it shiny? It’ll make the ritual look cooler, especially when we plunge it into... Oh well you’ll find out in no time.”

I just stare at her trying to remain calm. “That’s when the fun part starts!” Her eyes shimmer as she stares at me.

“You know,” I start off. “I don’t know if I’m feeling up to this anymore. I didn’t tell my parents I was stopping over here so I should probably head home.” I say quietly.

“Huh? What do you mean you’re not feeling up for this?” Naomi’s voice sharpens as she steps toward me.

I instinctively take a step back as I feel my voice catch in my throat.

“No, no, no. You’re not leaving until this is finished.” Naomi starts walking toward me with the knife held up in front of her.

I continue to walk back more hoping to get to my backpack. “I’m really sorry but maybe another time?” I lie hoping to sound believable enough.

Her voice grows louder as she continues to walk toward me. “Another time? What do you mean another time? No, you’re not leaving until this is finished! There’s no turning back now, we’re in way too far.”

I grab my backpack and try to sidestep her to get to her boardroom door.

As soon as I start to pass her Naomi’s arm quickly reaches out and grabs me.

She pulls me close to her and holds the knife close to my neck as she speaks in a slightly quieter voice, although she’s still angry and loud. “I told you there’s no turning back. You’re not leaving until this is finished.”

“Please let go of me Naomi.” I whisper out. “You really don’t need me for this.” Naomi grips my arm slightly tighter as she tightens the knife against my neck.

She laughs lightly as she stares into my eyes with a devious expression. “Oh, but I do. The ritual calls for a sacrifice and you happen to be the lucky one that I’ve chosen.”

I grab her hand trying to get her to let go of my arm. In response she tightens her grip even more with each time I try to pull her hand off.

“What did I just say? The ritual requires a sacrifice and I can’t have you backing out on me now. I’ve been waiting to summon this demon for months.” My eyes widen as I come to a realization.

“So, you’re gonna sit down and stay put until it’s finished. Okay?” I feel myself start to shake.

“Did you- did you become friends with me just because you wanted to use me for this…” I pause as I take a second to swallow. “For this ritual?”

Naomi’s eyes narrow as she leans in close to my ear to answer. “Of course I did. What, you didn’t think that I’d genuinely want to be friends with you, did you?”

She waits to see if she can get any reaction out of me before continuing. “I saw you standing there by yourself, like a lost little deer, and I knew that I could use you to my advantage.”

She leans back a bit to laugh at the situation causing the knife to stray away from my neck slightly. A strange static feeling in the air makes me notice the knife’s gap.

I quickly dart my eyes around the room and notice that she never re-locked the door after getting the knife.

I use this opportunity to sling my backpack off my shoulder and shove it into her creating enough distance between us.

Naomi lets out a shriek of frustration and surprise as the backpack bumps into her.

She drops the knife and I have enough time to make a break for it. I quickly run out of her room and down the stairs to the door.

I hear her shout out my name from behind me, but I don’t slow down and refuse to turn around to look at her.

Instead, I keep running down the stairs as I open the front door and sprint as fast as I can out the front door and down the sidewalk.

My heart beats out of my chest as I run as fast as I can towards my house.

I get there safely and rush inside, immediately shutting and locking the door behind me.

I sigh in relief as I lean against the wall and take a few deep breaths.

After I’ve calmed down a bit I stand up from against the door. I look around and notice my parents aren’t home yet so I head to my room.

My mind is racing as I realize what just happened. I’ve just escaped from Naomi who planned to sacrifice me in order to summon a demon.

I’m lucky to be alive, and it was pure luck that I happened to slip away. That weird static feeling in the air gave me enough courage to try and create enough space between us for me to run.

I can’t help but feel a strange sense of comfort knowing that the static feeling seemed to have given me some courage to make a break for it.

It’s like something was watching over me in that moment. Whether is was a good or bad something I couldn't care less.

I then remembered I swiped her book earlier. I immediately put my backpack on my bed and pulled out the book.

I flip through the pages, looking for anything that could give me a better idea of what kind of ritual Naomi was planning.

It’s clear it was some sort of demon summoning ritual, but I’m still anxious about what the book has to say about it.

Instead, I feel that static presence once more and before I know it I’ve flipped to the page about the radio demon.

The moment my eyes read the words “The radio demon,” I can feel my heart stop in my chest.

The static feeling in the air intensifies, making the words on the page almost glow. My mind becomes fuzzy while my body remains motionless as I try to process all of this.

I skim over the different sections describing the many reasons people try to summon the radio demon. Some of them are more selfish while others are more selfless.

The section on revenge catches my attention as I imagine getting revenge against Naomi.

It explains that one of the perks of summoning the radio demon is having the ability to exact revenge on those who have wronged you.

The exact method of how to summon him isn’t too complicated and only requires a few items, all of which I’ve got in my room.

I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t try this just for… fuck it I think. “What’s the worst that could happen?” I mock her earlier words.

“Alright. Two can play this game Naomi .” I mutter as I go around my room collecting the materials needed to summon the demon.

By the time I’ve gotten all the items set up, J can’t help but feel nervous.

What if this actually works? What if some kind of demon really shows up in my bedroom?

I feel the static presence in the air get stronger, almost as if something is reassuring me that I’m doing the right thing.

The static presence grows stronger but also warmer as it blankets over my body. The longer I stand in it, the more comfortable I feel.

That’s when my brain starts to wander with questions. What exactly will the demon do once it’s summoned? Will it just stand in my room or will it make itself home in my room?

I can’t help but feel the urge to summon him as the static starts to comfort me. As the static presence continues to grow the urge becomes stronger.

My body feels at ease and any worry or doubts I had start to diminish with every breath.

I begin to recite the words written in the book as the static grows even more.

As I continue to speak I start to hear whispers. Whispers that sound as though they are being transmitted through an old-fashioned radio.

I can barely make out any words from the whispers. They just sound like incomprehensible murmurs.

I close my eyes as I continue. As I finish speaking I keep my eyes closed and I can feel the static in the air. It’s so strong that it makes me think the static has formed itself into an actual presence.

“Well hello there dear. you’ve had an interesting day have you not?” A voice says in front of me.

My eyes snap open at the voice and I see a man, no a demon, in front of me.

He is dressed in a red and black outfit that looks like it’s from the 30’s with a cane that has a microphone attached to it.

He also has deer antlers attached to his head along with a monocle on his face.

He leans into the small microphone attached to his cane as he raises an eyebrow. “You know, I’m not that used to getting summoned by a young lady like you, but I must say your reasons for summoning me are certainly… interesting.”

He notices my stunned expression and lets out a hearty chuckle. “I take it this is your first time trying to summon a demon? And to think that you did it to get revenge on that Naomi girl. Very interesting indeed.”

I gain some of my courage back and speak up. “How did you know I wanted to get revenge on her?”

He smiles as he leans in closer to me, his voice a low hum as he answers. “I knew the moment you started the ritual. Those words of revenge are exactly the reason I answered your call. Revenge is one of my specialties, after all.”

I take in his features some more as he leans towards me and I feel my face flush. For a demon he’s not bad to look at.

My face flushes more as I process that thought. Something is definitely wrong with me to be thinking that.

He takes notice of the blush on my cheeks and raises an eyebrow curiously. However, he doesn’t speak up about it and instead continues to speak.

“And to think, all you wanted was to take revenge on dear little Naomi. What did you plan to do? Stab her?” I shrug and I glance away.

“I figured you’d just have a plan.” I mumble slightly embarrassed that I didn’t think this all the way through.

He nods as he looks me over momentarily. “Of course I have a plan. I’ve been doing this for quite some time now.”

He pauses for a moment. “So, are you ready to go and get your revenge? All you have to do is sit back and let me take care of the rest.”

I nod and his grin widens making the static feeling in the room intensify. “So it’s a deal then little deer?” He asks, extending out his hand to me.

I look down to his outstretched hand and feel myself hesitate despite wanting to take it.

The more I think about it, the more I realize that I’m actually making a deal with a demon. Like this is actually happening and I’m not just dreaming it.

On the other hand, he seems fairly well-mannered and he did promise to take care of the entire thing. Plus, that voice of his is quite hypnotic.

I grab his hand and shake it. “It’s a deal.” A laugh track starts to play from his microphone and a chill goes up my spine.

I look at him straight in the eyes before the room starts to spin and I feel myself blackout.

─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ───

As I regain consciousness the first thing I notice is the blood on my hands and a static feeling in the air.

I hear a laugh track play from behind me and as I turn around I’m greeted with by the radio demon’s eyes.

“You did a wonderful job my little deer. Not the cleanest job but a wonderful job nonetheless.” He says while gesturing to Naomi’s lifeless body in front of my feet.

I realize what the blood on my hands means as I see Naomi’s lifeless body as I look down towards the ground. She appears to be lifeless and unmoving, not even seeming to breathe.

I start to take shallow breaths as my body shakes. “We need to…” I begin before taking a shaky breath. “We need to clean this up. Hide this-”

I don’t want to get caught. I don’t want anyone to find out I think as I am still shaking.

You can hear him chuckling softly in the background. “Relax my little deer, nobody will be finding this body anytime soon.”

He looks around and I can see his eyes shine as a thought comes to his mind. “Besides, we’ve got bigger plans to take care of now.”

“And those plans are?” I ask barely above a whisper. This causes his grin to widen.

“Why what I shall do with your soul of course.” He chuckles as I stare at him wide eyed.

“That’s exactly right my little deer. You summoned me and made a deal with me, and the moment I completed your little revenge the deal became sealed.”

He leans into his microphone as if he was addressing a crowded room of people. “The contract is signed, now all I need to do is collect my prize.”

My mind races on what he could mean by that. Is he going to kill me? Will he just take control of my body?

He chuckles as he reads the look on my face. “I know you’re thinking a million things right now. How about I get rid of that uncertainty for you and just get straight to the point.”

I gulp as I just continue to stare at him. “You’re an interesting one. So, I shall let you live out the rest of your human life.”

He pauses as more static fills the room. “However, the moment you die and come to Hell you are mine. Your soul is mine. And I will be able to control you like a pawn whenever I please.”

His voice shifts to more of a demonic tone as he finishes speaking. While I know I should be utterly terrified and live the rest of my life in unresting fear all I can think about is how I wouldn’t mind being a pawn to him.

I have a feeling this won’t be the last I see of him before I eventually end up in Hell.

His grin grows wider as he senses that I’m not feeling as frightened as most people usually are when confronting a demon.

Instead, it seems to him I’m enamored even. “I must say, my little deer, you aren’t like anything I’ve seen before.”

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 9 months

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kinda part 2 of the suicidal yuu thing, uhhhh that is a request?? kinda??? i really want to here your thoughts about it and one of the reasons why i sent it to you is because i think you have something amazing to add. (also because i love sad yuu)

Missing Yuu

How they mourn over the loss of their best friend— I kinda inspired/off topic sorry

TWs: GN Yuu. Mostly platonic Some have romantic subtexts like pining and such. In Vils, Jamils, and Idia’s it is implied more explicitly that Yuu took their own life. There are references to songs and movies from Yuus world, specifically Ponyo Time/Space +Mary by Alex G and BaBopByeYa by Janelle Monae. Game refernced but theyre listed in Idias section. (Also for any nerds ik that isnt how MKW’s ghost data works but shhh imagine the angst,

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul thought he was done mourning. It’s been years since you died, he actually remembers that entire month vividly to this day. How he was in his office, sorting through some papers and awaiting his tea from Jade. It took longer than expected. He would surely accept this from Floyd, but Jade of all mer? Disgruntledly, Azul gets off and goes out to look for the eel. He was only a few steps out of his office when he hears some faint sobbing. Oh dear, that's not good for business…

“Yer lying!” Floyd sobs as Jade holds onto his brother with a particularly grim expression, everyone in the lounge gone silent, each patron not daring to disturb the conversation unfolding out of pity. “Floyd, there is no reason to be mad at Deuce, he’s only the messenger.” “What’s going on here?” Azul asked sternly, getting ready to shoo out the Heartslabyul member. “Ah, there you are Azul.” The spade said, with defeat in his voice.

Nothing Deuce said registered in his head the minute he heard ‘Yuu is dead’. The words strung together were incomprehensible to him. Yuu? Gone? As if! That little prefect was always in everyone’s business! They went up against blots for the sevens sake! They couldn't be dead! But as Deuce continued to speak, the reality started to set in as they handed Azul a small box. “They wanted you to have this.”

The Lounge was closed for a few weeks afterward, the entire school seemed to be in shock. That entire month he couldn't even think right, his mind seemingly blocking out the existence of the prefect he grew to adore. It was only when he saw the twins mourning in their own ways, did it remind him. How Floyd would always keep the handmade eel plush Yuu made on his person, keeping it in the best condition possible despite his messy personality. Jade had a new accessory on his person as well, a small bag shaped like a Fly Agaric mushroom, it went with him everywhere even if it wasn't the most practical. In the gardens, Azul found himself wandering over to your small plot, where you kept your own crops, sitting next to Jade as he continued to care for your plants after your passing.

It was because of you, did he and the tweels he worked alongside closely become friends after all these years. A few years ago he couldn't even imagine seeing them as such, they were merely business partners, a means to an end. Yet now the three of them actually hang out or just… talk.

When he is alone at night does his mind wander as he opens the beat-up box to look at his own gift, memories flooding in from the device in hand…

You were in the VIP room, he doesn’t even remember why, when he heard you reference a few movies from your world. “It was good I ended up being summoned with some of my things, I honestly don't know what I’d do without anything from my world, especially my comfort shows.” They mentioned offhand, chopping it up with Floyd.

“Though we don't have mermaids in my world, we do have a lot of TV shows about them. I wonder how they hold up here?” Azul continued to scribble on his papers as he eavesdropped. “Oh, I know! What if we have a sleepover and binge-watch some of them, maybe you guys can rate how accurate or offensive they are!” Floyd practically squealed with glee at the idea, and he knew he had no choice in the matter.

It was the end of senior year now, and he was packing his things to head to his home in the Coral Sea. He also never thought he would go back there too, but he supposed spending some time with his family should do some good. As he packed everything out of his safe, he examined the box that he was given on that fateful day, old and torn up, and he opened it up again.

An alien laptop attached to a projector was inside. On a piece of paper were the password and log in. It was also ironically one of his best projects to demonstrate his magic comprehension. One of his finals was to prove he knew how to do a proper protection spell, and what better to protect than one of his most prized possessions, more valuable than the coins he loved to collect?

Azul remembers the praise he was given by one of the professors that visited NRC. The spell was one of the most powerful he’s ever seen! Not even a fingerprint could be left on the thing, and it was completely waterproof as well! But what was he wasn't expecting to be praised for was the device itself. “Now did you make this thing, Mr.Ashengrotto? I must say it is quite impressive! I have never seen this sort of technology before!”

The mage was blindsided by the praise, not even knowing how to react. He wanted to stop the professor, correct him, say that his friend was the one who made it, but the words seemed to die on his tongue. If he talks about you right now, he would cry, and if he cries that means you mattered to him, and he still doesn’t know how to feel about that. He didn’t even call you his friend when you were alive, calling such a term now seemed unfair. And yet you were. You are arguably the first friend he ever had. The first friend the trio even had, and he didn't even have the courage to consider you one until you died.

Azul held onto the box as he and his friends pass through the mirror, promising to all meetup and hang out again soon as they made their way home. His mother was the first to greet him in a tight hug as she rambled on about how much she missed him and how proud she was of him, how she made his favorite, and how she can't wait to celebrate his graduation. His grandmother greeted him from the kitchen as he and his stepfather carried in the few boxes he took with him back to his room.

His mother soon came in to help him unpack, and she stumbled across the old torn box from earlier. Azul didn't even realize she opened it until he heard it open and a familiar tune played.

Ponyo, Ponyo, Ponyo, Little fishie in the sea~

Tiny little fishie, who could you really be?~

Ponyo, Ponyo, Ponyo, magic sets you free~

“Ahahaha! Is this some sort of kid's show, shrimpy?” “Hey! Ponyo is for all ages, firstly! Secondly, it's my favorite movie and it's mermaid themed!” The prefect defended themselves from Floyd's teasing. Azul chuckled in agreement with Floyd's words as he made himself comfortable on the couch with Jade. “Well so far there is nothing offensive in this movie, however, I do find it offensive that you see us as children, Yuu.”

“I don’t! Im just trying to show you my favorite movie first!” Yuu bit back at Jade's snark as the tune plays, the prefect messing with the computer and the projector attached to it to project it onto the white curtains of their dorm. Azul never expected to even care about some stupid kid's movie, yet as it drew out he was completely invested. The brightly colored film even manages to keep Floyd enraptured until the end. Jade commented on how much of a delight it was.

They continued into the night, watching show after show, some corny, some fun. “This is far from accurate!” Azul huffs, “People actually watch this where you're from?” “H2O Just Add Water was a big deal for a while actually!” “I’m curious prefect, is this how you thought mers were?” Jade teased, leading to another mini-argument.

“Haha! Imagine if we actually turned into mermaids if we touch water though! That would be funny~” Floyd chuckled, reaching onto the table filled with food and snacks and shoving a handful of candy into his mouth. The atmosphere was lively, and the night was perfect, he had never been so relaxed before, especially around his dormmates, it felt almost domestic in a way— was this what it was like to have friends?

The very next day it was back to normal, but that stupid little movie kept playing in his mind. He would rather die than admit it was his new favorite movie, however, but it seems Yuu always knew. Their gift proved that.

Azul seemed to freeze in place as the sound from the laptop continued. “Son?” His stepfather asked as he watch the mer shake. He thought he was done mourning. A sudden sob of anguish escaped his throat as he nearly screamed, years of guilt and sadness coming out all at once. Azul sobbed into his parent's arms, choking back sobs as he apologized, stuttering out gibberish as he inked. He never told them about you, he never even told him about his overblot, but tonight, he will, you would have wanted him to heal.

Ponyo, Ponyo, Ponyo, Little fishie in the sea~

Tiny little fishie, who could you really be?~

Ponyo, Ponyo, Ponyo, magic sets you free~

Oh pretty fishie, will you swim back to me?~

Jamil Viper

His parents never gave him the time to mourn, even when Kalim told them it was okay. “You need to watch over him!” His mother scolded. “He is our employer's son! If anything happens to him—“ Jamil blanked out at the rest, his mind immediately shutting when he was getting yelled at for the sin of grief. If he wasn’t so exhausted, he would have probably yelled at them. Actually, he wished he did, it’s what you would have wanted for him.

Jamil never expected to be so close to you of all people, and he especially never expected you to understand him. But, you did. In fact, you stood up for him. He remembers how you would often distract Kalim for his sake, allowing him to get some much-needed rest from being at his beck and call 24/7. You helped him with his chores as well. He doesn’t even remember when you officially became his friend, it just felt so natural.

Finally, after all of these years, he had someone that cared about him, that listened to him, that understood him. He could never confide in anyone until you came around. He remembers vividly talking about his parents off-hand while you were in his room. He didn’t mean to vent about them, you just asked how they were doing since they sent him a letter and it all came out.

They barely even wrote to him, they only asked about Kalim, it's like he doesn't even exist! They don’t do this to Namja, not that they should, he loves his sister, but it is just so… frustrating. It’s just like he's just an extension of someone else!

He didn’t even realize he was crying until you put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m… I’m sorry.” Jamil whispered. “Don’t be.” You smiled at him, a warm, genuine understanding smile. You didn’t speak as he vented, and you didn’t try to offer solutions or pity, you just listened and validated him, the very first and only person who has ever done that. The topic soon changed to music, he thinks it's because you brought up some of the headphones he had in his room, and you both exchanged your opinions on the subject.

“The music here is so similar yet so different from my world, it's good don't get me wrong, it's just… strange.” “What is the music from your world like?” He asked as you swung your legs on the edge of your bed. “Uhh, what's genre you like? I’ll try to find something similar on here.” You held up your phone as Jamil started describing the music he liked.

After a moment, a song played from your phone. Beautifully unique instrumental unlike anything he's ever heard started playing. He started to understand what you mean by similar but different. The singer began to vocalize, but the language was utterly incomprehensible, the language unlike anything he has heard.

“Oh right, I forgot, language barrier, different dimensions, hold on!” The student took off the enchanted necklace given to them at the beginning of the year and handed it to him. Jamil hesitantly took it, clasping it around his neck. The minute it clasped around him, the lyrics suddenly started making sense.

I hear echoes of your laughter

In the corners of my mind

As I memorize each detail of your intricate design

In your hair, there is symphony

Your lips, a string quartet

They tell stories of the neon valley street where we first met

Now somewhere time pursues us

As we love in technicolor

But I dwell in silence of your words that move me like none other

This time I shall be unafraid

And violence will not move me

This time we will relax

This time we will stay in our movie

“Woah…” Jamil whispers. “I know trippy right?” You asked the interdimensional gibberish from their lips suddenly making sense. “Hearing you speak my language sounds so surreal, it suits you though!” You smile. “Oh if you like this song, I know another one you're gonna love!”

You were such a great friend, you still did everything you could for him despite your own situation, so he reciprocated. You couldn’t eat today because Crowley had you run all his errands? Good thing he made an extra lunch today, for no reason of course. No time to study because of that overblot that happened? Oh no, it sure would be a shame if his old graded assignments with the correct answers written on them got mixed up in your stuff.

He didn’t explicitly state his intentions, it would take him a while for him to truly open up and say what he meant because of his upbringing, but you didn't care. You understood. And he was here for you the same way you were there for him. When you complained about your master's most recent demands, he was there to listen the same you did when he complained about his.

He was devastated when he heard the news of your death. If it wasn’t for years of keeping his composure, he would have fallen apart then and there. He felt sick, the earth was suddenly spinning around him. Everything Crowley announced after was a blur, Jamil didn’t even realize Crowley was talking to him until he said his name for the third time. A small box was held out to him, note attached to it in Yuu’s handwriting.

Jamil took the box and continued to stare off into space until the announcements came to a close. Kalim was inconsolable as they walked back to the dorm. Kalim wiped his tears holding onto his own box, and both wordlessly went into their rooms, needing time for themselves. The minute the door shut behind him, Jamil let out a cry of pure agony, collapsing onto his bed as he wept.

For the next few weeks, Kalim tried his best to not rely on Jamil, even ordering him to take a vacation though he didn't have the power to do so, it was ultimately up to his family. Still, Jamil appreciated the sentiment. Kalim would try to cook for himself and do his own makeup, even if it wasn't the best. It was ironic that even in death you continued to help with Kalim, your death making Kalim more independent, and mending their relationship by proxy

Jamil hadn’t opened the box yet, nor read the note. He hasn't had the courage to, but tonight was different. He opened the small box, peering at the device inside. It was an MP3 player of sorts, he assumed, along with a pair of high-quality earbuds. His eyes watered too much to read the note properly, but he did see the password to the device. Pulling out the device, he noticed that the necklace Yuu used was also in the box.

Jamil clipped the necklace onto himself and entered the password. He placed the earbuds into his ears and swiped through the device. He paused as he saw the albums you created for yourself with all sorts of names. Study Playlist, Rock, Love Songs and Pining, and one simply titled For Jamil.

He shakily tapped on it. More tears rolled down his cheeks as he scrolled through all of the songs you put in it, all of them songs of genres or vibes you thought he would have loved. It would be too much to listen to it right now. He tapped back to the list of albums and kept scrolling though, abruptly stopping at one album.

This Time I’m Really Gonna Do It, it was titled. He tapped on it and immediately started the playlist. Most songs were about loneliness, homesickness, derealization, self-harm. Jamil sat, hunched over, laser-focused on the lyrics of each song.

Mary is the one that leaves you to rot.

She says I am real and you are not.

She says

I am real

And you are not…

Jamil began to sob again as he listened as it all sunk in for him. You were gone, and for the entire time you were here, this is how you felt. You were always there for him. You always comforted him. And he couldn’t do the same for you. If he was just there a little more, if he just truly asked and truly listened would you still be here? If he asked about your family and your home, would you have been able to find it easier here? If he were more honest…. As he sobbed another song started playing, lyrics resonating deep within him as it played.

Hold on tight to this time this place,

Cause everything you know will be erased.

You were born inside your head.

And that is where you’ll go when you are dead.

Vil Shoenheit

When he received the news of your passing, he decided to take a break from the spotlight, announcing his hiatus to his manager and his social media. He was less strict in ruling dorm, and much more forgiving of Epel's outburst of rage, knowing that he was mourning in his own way. Rook was a blessing with how much he understood and stepped up to give Vil a break, an unspoken thank you between the two of them.

Vil kept you in his mind while doing everything for a while. Even as he applied his skincare he found his mind explaining it to himself as if it was his first time. He imagined explaining the process to the overworked prefect who seemed to never have enough time to care for their skin, or afford it. “Now exfoliate gently in circles like so,” his mind would say, and he would close his eyes and pretend he was doing it to you. He never even got the chance to gift you the cleanser he made for you.

As he prepares his salads, he finds himself making an extra one on the side. He remembers how you would occasionally complain about skipping meals because of Crowley, and he would imagine that if you were still here, he would have given the meal to you while lightly scolding you.

When he applies his makeup, he experiments slightly in the way you would. You seldom wore makeup with how busy your schedule was. The few times he saw you with it, he remembered you mentioning that one of your friends did it for you. If you were given the materials and time, how would you have applied it? Would you use a brush or sponge for your foundation? Perhaps your eyeliner would follow the trends from your world?

As he led his club, he remembered what you would mention about the shows from your world and how you viewed magic from an Outlander's perspective. He found himself looking at some of the graphic novels and manga from your world that you lent him before you passed. You said they were made into movies, some good but most bad. As he flipped the pages he saw the sticky notes you wrote on each one, translating the foreign language for him. Your handwriting was comforting.

He wondered which one of these were your favorite as he read, admiring the storylines. How did movies work where you were from? Did you miss them? This comics would make for a good one, maybe he can direct one based on them…

Vil didn’t want to use social media, but he opened it up to go and find yours. Going onto some of the freshman’s socials, he found you in their followers. You were a private account, and he couldn’t see any of your posts. He mindlessly requested a follow, not expecting to be let in immediately— you must have already been following him, and he couldn't help but go through your entire account.

You didn’t follow a lot of people, and only your friends along with a few bots followed you. Most of the posts were of photos around NRC or of friends along with some inside jokes. Some posts consisted of memes or images that weren’t like anything of that of his world, captions talking about how much you miss home. The horrible realization of you being an Outlander seemed to sink in even more at the caption. No one here truly knew you, you had very few to remember you. Your family will never even know what happened to you, that you died. Vil shut off his phone, regretting his decision to reopen Magicam.

The Dormleader even found himself eating a bit unhealthily, in moderation of course. He remembered how you would practically shove everything down your throat before having to go off and do your next task without any etiquette whatsoever. He even remembers Epel saving up to buy junk food and sweets to give to you as gifts. Apparently, you couldn't afford them or had nothing like them in your world. He even remembers the captions of you complaining of only eating one thing all day and such.

He requested Epel to tell him some of your favorite desserts you enjoyed or the ones he planned on getting for you, perhaps he could understand you more if he ate them, or perhaps consume them for you since you never got the opportunity to enjoy them. Epel had no use for his gifts anymore, so he shoved most of them into the communal fridge.

In one of his runs, Vil noticed that the freshman’s mood seemed to sour more as his phone continued to ping. “Epel. Your phone. Either turn it on silent or respond.” Vil reprimanded. “Ugh, I can't! They keep finding me on everythin’! Even harrasin’ my folks at home!” Vils brows knitted together, “What are you talking about?”

“Ever since you followed Yuu or something like that I’ve been getting a buncha DMs and stuff asking if I knew anything about you or who Yuu is to you, seriously it’s driving me insane! It's happening to Ace and the others too! Assholes doxxed me and even got my number so I can't just block em.” Epel wiped away a tear that threatened to fall. “Can't even be left alone to mourn…”

“Let me see them.” Vil opened Epel's social phone, seeing notification after notification pop up. Opening his social media, he saw that even with the restricted access and privating of his account, almost all of the comments were about him.

>Hey! Hey! Hey! Do you know Vil???

>Please DM me for an interview!

>Hello there Mr.Epel, do you know a person named Yuu?

>Do you know who Yuu is to Vil??? Are they like together or something???

The sight made Vil feel sick as he turned off the phone and handed it back to Epel. “I’ll take care of this Epel, I’m sorry you have to put up with this.” Vil knew making a simple announcement wouldn’t be enough. He sighs as he sends a message to his manager, requesting her to get him an interview.

***

Vil sits up straight on the seat across from the interviewer, going over introductions and greetings as the camera rolls, broadcasting everything live. The interview goes smoothly. Vil already has his answers to simple questions about his career memorized. “So, Vil, I’m sure you are aware of the recent news going on about who you followed.” Vil nods, throat suddenly going dry. “Yes, I didn’t know that it would blow up if I’m being honest.”

The interviewer laughs for a moment. “So who’s this ‘Yuu’ person now? It’s not every day you follow a private personal account, they anyone special?” Yes, yes they are Vil thinks. Vil takes a deep breath. “I actually want to address the recent drama regarding them,” Vil pauses to hold back a stutter, it was strange, why was he being so emotional now of all times?

“Yuu is…” There were so many ways to describe them, but nothing came out. “They are no longer with us. They have passed away recently and…” Vil wiped away tears forming in his eyes. “I want to ask everyone to please stop harassing everyone, they are all— we are all mourning their loss and…” Vil suddenly chokes back a sob, and the weight of it all suddenly starts to sink as grief envelops him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m going to have to stop this interview here, I need… I need some time for myself…”

Vil stands up and goes off-screen, covering his mouth with his fist as he walks off. On the car ride back to NRC he hesitantly turns on his phone, looking at the notifications that pop up. Opening his Magicam, he looks through some of his comments, most of which are now apologies from overbearing fans and inquiries about his mental state. One notification stands out from the rest, a small red dot near his messages. Tapping on it he sees a DM from no other than Neige LeBlanche himself asking if he was alright and that he was always here for him.

“How could you forgive everyone around you for mistreating you?” The blond asked the prefect in front of them. “Everyone here has treated you horribly.” The prefect merely shrugged, “It’s much better to make a friend out of an enemy than to destroy them, after all my first meeting with Ace and Grim was far from perfect.” They chuckled before sipping on their drink as they sat across from the model. “If I started shutting out everyone because of a few bad experiences, I would have never met you. Besides, I can't let things get to me that easily!” The last part is now ironic as Vil reminisces.

Vil wiped another tear, before pressing accept on the DM request.

Idia Shroud

It was like it never happened. You were just offline, the Shroud reasoned upon seeing your profiles on everything no longer active. To an outsider, it was like Idia didn’t care, he continued on his computer without a tear shed.

To Ortho, however, it was obvious that everything he was doing was to preserve what was left of you. You were summoned with a few items, one of them being some portable gaming device that was now his. Idia remembers when you first showed it to him when he was curious about how games were from your world. He remembered you were a bit upset that you couldn't play a majority of the games together as it required two devices, and Idia being as tech savvy as he was merely snickered before hooking up the device to his computer and copying the files.

A bit of coding and emulating later, the young man now had an entire library of interdimensional games on his pc for him to enjoy, and now he can join your sessions online. From farming sims to FPS, he thoroughly enjoyed all of it, fascinated at how similar yet different everything is. Certain buttons are mixed up, common gaming terminology from his world wasn’t used.

He would often join you in all sorts of random games. Even games he never thought he would enjoy like that weird ‘Skate 3’, ‘Power Washing Simulator’, ‘Raft’, ‘Animal Crossing’ or even ‘Stardew Valley’. It was fun to visit your farm or island, or to skate with you, or even to power wash things. There were so many fun and unique games that your world had, and since your passing, he wanted to try and share it with everyone. He didn’t have time to mourn with how busy he was!

The games you brought over made him happy, and now he wanted to share that feeling with everyone else in a way to honor you. The media wondered why STYX of all companies started releasing a bunch of free games to download. The only thing they charged money for was the soundtrack, where all of the proceeds went to mental health and suicide prevention programs.

All the time he spent on his computer was him testing every game you had and adjusting them to work on these world’s devices with ease. Occasionally when he got to a game you especially adored, he would add a few features that he remembered you mentioning wishing were in it before uploading them. Each game's credits had you listed in them as one of the creators as well.

When he wanted to take a break, he ended up playing his new favorite game, Skate 3. He didn’t necessarily care about the gameplay however, rather it was a feature he learned about only after you died. Even when your friends were offline, their character would occasionally appear and skate with you. It was the only way he could ever hope of playing with you again, and every time he finds your character, he pretends that for a moment you are in your dorm on your couch hopping on with him.

He still on occasion opens your other games and cares for your Animal Crossing island, your Minecraft dog, or crops in Stardew Valley. Ortho would also occasionally play one of those multiplayer games with him too like Mario Party, Halo, Terraria, or Smash Bros. Ortho was mourning you as well, you were like another big sibling to them. He would still play the Minecraft world you all shared and visit your house, adding decorations to it as he progresses to include you in a way.

The kid hated whenever someone misinterpreted his brother's actions, often passionately correcting before getting emotional over the thought of what he was doing. He's preserving them, but why did he have to do so already? They were so young.

Idia was on the last few games he needed to upload. He looked over at one of the first games you introduced him to, an emulation of Mario Kart Wii.

“Yeah it’s pretty old but it’s pretty nostalgic to me. I used to play it with my family all the time! It’s one of my favorites! I managed to move all my ghost data onto here too! Still, hold the record!” You beamed proudly as you showed the two brothers. “Ah, you appreciate oldies too huh?” Yuu nods. “If only I downloaded more before I came here. I think you would have loved some of the classic games we had.”

Idia loaded up the game with you, hooking up your device to the big screen in his room so you could all play. Ortho grabbed his favorite controller, and you all chose your characters to race as. Sure, you had the home-field advantage, but he’s played tons of racing games before! He has this in the bag.

The pair never stood a chance. With every map, you seemed to know a perfect shortcut, a perfect glitch, a perfect setup to always come out in first place. Even when the two said you had to play fair and you complied, you still easily beat them both while humming the music under your breath. Yet despite the frustration, it was still fun, especially since you included Ortho in everything as well.

Idia loaded up the game again, for old time's sake. He didn’t put much thought into the map or character he chose, he was too busy imagining that day you all were together, laughing and exchanging the things you loved. Rainbow Road was loaded up, the hardest track in the game and your favorite one, he remembered how much you laughed at his misery when he played on it. A few extra carts appear in the track that weren't the bots he was playing against, they were translucent much like ghosts, and had names over each one.

One of them he recognized as yours. As he began, he saw the ghost carts glided across the road. It was then he realized that these were the previous top three records that were saved. Idia wasn’t thinking, as his competitive streak overtook him. In the very first round, he beat the one in third place, putting in his name ‘Gloomurai’. He played a few more times, each time optimizing his route and techniques to get faster with each run. He’d even watch your racer’s techniques so he could copy.

After what felt like hours, he finally beat your character's time, and mentally celebrated when the option to put in his name popped up. The small smile on his face suddenly faded for a moment as he thought back to what you said. “I used to play with my family all the time!” You said. “It’s one of my favorites!”

Idia’s hands shook. When you showed him this game, it was obvious you adored it. He even caught you playing it by yourself a lot. Those other names, were they your family? Your friends? The realization hit him. This wasn’t your favorite game just because of nostalgia, it was because you still play with your family.

All those other ghosts he beat, they drove the exact same route, the exact same way your loved ones did and he overwrote them, and now, he overwrote you on your favorite route. Not only did he get rid of you, but he got rid of the only trace you had of your old life. Panicking, Idia dove into the files of the game, looking through everything he could see if there was any way he could save your data, frantically scanning each line of code. He knew the answer in his head though, the minute that box popped up, it was deleted instantly.

Idia suddenly stopped, clenching his fists. He didn’t care that your ghost was probably on other tracks. That one was your favorite one. He got rid of you. He got rid of you on your favorite game. The sadness finally caught up to him, he was too exhausted to keep coding at this point.

“Idia?” Ortho called into his shared room with his brother. “Idia? Your heart rate is acting up on my scanner—“ Ortho creaked open the door to see his brother with his head in his hands, violently sobbing. “They’re gone.” He mutters. “They’re gone.” Ortho shut the door behind him, floating over to where his brother was, and pulls him down to hug him. “It's okay,” the boy soothes. “They still live in you.”

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londonspirit · 6 months

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Our Flag Means Death’s season-two finale has it all. There’s a declaration of true love between our favorite criminals, Stede Bonnet (Rhys Darby) and Ed, a.k.a. Blackbeard (Taika Waititi). There’s also a heartbreaking death (RIP, Con O’Neill’s Izzy Hands), a pirate wedding that ends with the words “You are now officially mateys,” and some big-time fight scenes. “Mermen” packs a tight punch in only 30 minutes. The episode is both thrilling and satisfying, so even if Max makes the grave mistake of not renewing the series, fans will feel closure in a way that they didn’t with season one’s sendoff. And Our Flag Means Death creator David Jenkins already has some fun ideas brewing for a third season (and beyond!). The A.V. Club spoke to Jenkins about his plans to evolve Ed and Stede’s relationship, potential spin-offs, and how everyone on the show is handling its passionate fanbase.

The A.V. Club: First of all, how dare you kill Izzy Hands? Was that always the plan when you mapped out season two?

David Jenkins: [Laughs] Yes. I felt that Izzy had reached a point where he broke through a lot of his major patterns. It was fun to give him a season where he got to do everything and where Con O’Neill got to do everything. Well, I won’t say everything, because Con can do light years beyond what I think he can do, and I do think he can do anything. We wanted to show the depth of that character. Izzy is one of my favorites. He’s like middle management who is in a sort of love triangle [in season one]. He got his wish at the end of the first season by breaking up his boss and his boss’ lover. He got punished as a result, and he had to come out on the other side, which felt like a good journey.

AVC: Despite everything that happens in season two, including Izzy’s death, the finale ends on a happy note with Ed and Stede living together. Why was it important for you to show that?

DJ: Season one ends on such a tough note for them. As you said, after what they’ve been through, they should get a moment of happiness. I won’t say however fleeting. They are going to have challenges ahead. They’re both not the most mature yet. I think that’s the fun of it, to leave them in a place where it’s a good kind of stasis. They’ve sent the kids off in the car, so to speak, and now they’re going to have to really grow if they’re going to start an inn. It won’t be easy, but I like that they’re going to try.

AVC: “Mermen” has all the elements necessary for a season finale. Did you partly add all that as a way to provide closure in case this is the end for OFMD?

JD: What’s important to understand is that you never even know if you’re going to get a second season. Maybe if you get picked up for two right away, and even then, but especially right now, who knows? I think with season one’s end, it was a gamble to leave it the way it was. Everybody stomached through it. Now if it turned out they didn’t want us to make more, I just didn’t want to have another story where the same-sex love story ends in tragedy, unrequited love, or if one or both of them are being punished.

AVC: I actually love that about Our Flag Means Death. It reminds me of Schitt’s Creek in a way because the love story just exists and is perfect; there’s no questioning it as right or wrong.

JD: That’s such a nice compliment because I also think Schitt’s Creekdoes that really well.

AVC: You’ve previously said you want Our Flag to have only three seasons. Is that still true or do you feel like the show has scope to continue beyond that?

JD: I feel like Stede and Blackbeard’s story is a three-season story, but the world of the show could go beyond that. It’s a really rich world with so many stories to tell and really good performers to tell it. I do want to see how Ed and Stede become a mature couple in the next season. They’re a couple who is like in their late twenties right now as opposed to being teens at the end of season one.

AVC: So if OFMD continues in some other form, are there characters you’d like to focus more on or other historical references you’d like to include?

JD: Yeah, a lot, because it’s such a rich ensemble. How do you not want to see more of Joel Fry, Samson Kayo, Ewen Bremner, Nathan Foad, or Vico Ortiz? Any one of them could carry their own show. It’s fun to think about that and the storylines we can do with them, mixing and matching all our characters. Vico is incredible, for example, and I especially love watching them in an action sequence. This is a weird comparison, but there’s a Harrison Ford and Sigourney Weaver vibe they put out. I’m such a fan of what they do.

AVC: You also really like parallels and coming full circle as a storyteller.

JD: Yeah, I do.I knew I wanted to start season two in the Republic of Pirates and end by coming back there. Stede goes on an amazing journey between the episodes. He’s thrown out of there initially, but then he comes back as a hero. I like the symmetry of that. And then the Republic of Pirates gets destroyed; it dies. It’s not just Izzy; it’s the place too. It was important to have a home, this stronghold for everyone, be destroyed. But the characters are not crushed. They’re going to try to move on.

AVC: One of season two’s new characters is Zheng Yi Sao, played by Ruibo Qian, who quickly becomes an integral part of the crew. What was the casting process like for her?

JD: Ruibo is an amazing find. One of our incredible casting directors, Cindy Tolan, she had Ruibo in mind immediately for that part by the time it got to her. And we had looked and looked before talking to Cindy. Ruibo has her own fascinating story because apparently, she had a couple of strong premonitions that she’s going to play Zheng Yi Sao. She had a modern take on the part without it being strained. She’s incredible. She’s a trained theater actor with a lot of chops. She has to go toe-to-toe with Taika and Rhys. She did it with such grace.

AVC: Season two takes Blackbeard on an interesting turn of denouncing being a pirate. But in the finale, it’s almost like he’s reborn as one, especially with that gorgeous shot of him coming out of the water. What was the thought process behind this arc?

JD: Thank you. Blackbeard is a guy in recovery when he comes back to the ship when he’s wearing the jumpsuit. He’s trying to hang on and find some kind of footing. Who is he if he’s not a pirate? Meanwhile, Stede is on his way up and wants to experience the rockstar life of a pirate, while Ed as Blackbeard is over it. It was an interesting tension of, which one gives up their dream? A lot of times in relationships questions can come up, like who is going to give up on their dream to take care of the kids? Obviously, no one wants to, but someone ends up giving up more than they want to at some point. What’s wonderful about a mature romance, and what I’d want to see more of in season three, is Ed and Stede making these tough decisions.

AVC: Stede and Ed’s relationship has led to a passionate, vocal fandom, which you didn’t have as you were writing season one. While working on season two, how did you avoid doing fan service and focus on meaningful storytelling?

JD: I never anticipated the strong reaction to season one. It’s incredible it happened. Everybody is buoyed by it in the cast, crew, and the writers’ room. To be perceived on that level with such enthusiasm makes us want to make more of it. A lot of the things the fans love are not different from things the writers love. We are fans of the show. We’re writing fanfic, but it’s called fic when we write it. The big thing for us is to make sure we’re writing beats for the characters that feel true and have moments where all of us go, “Ooooh, we have to do this.” If the beats stay true, it won’t feel like we’re simply pandering.

AVC: How do you break down those beats for Ed and Stede’s relationship as they go from wanting to take it slow to sleeping with each other this season? And where do they go next?

JD: It’s challenging with them because most rom-coms end with couples getting together. They don’t then stay with them and say, “We’re together now, but it’s turbulent; how is that going to work out?” We thought, “Okay, let’s look at our relationships in the room. What have we encountered? Who’s been dumped? Who has had to forgive somebody?” These questions were fun for the second season. I think for the third, it would [be], “Okay, who’s had a relationship for over 10 years? What things do you have to work on?” It’s fun to watch two people like Ed and Stede go through this experience.

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nr1chaedickrider · 2 months

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In my imagination, you're waiting lying on your side - it seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye.

In many ways, our memories shape who we are. They make up our internal biographies—the stories we tell ourselves about what we've done with our lives. They tell us who we're connected to, who we've touched during our lives, and who has touched us. They provide important details of who we are and who we would like to be.

for @namojoon.

The process of healing wounds is long, painful and exhausting.

Sometimes it hurts even more than what has happened.

At least that's how you would describe your healing process.

You look through the window of your small but pleasant house.

After Momo died - or rather, was murdered - you decided to stop serving as a knight for your kingdom for the time being.

Of course, you promised Tzuyu that she could always come to you in an emergency, that you would forever be a knight serving her kingdom without hesitation.

Letting go was difficult, sometimes you even had the feeling that Momo was still standing in front of you, laughing, crying and doing everything with you.

Maybe you still haven't let go completely, maybe you never will, you just know (or at least hope) that things have gotten better.

You still wonder what happened to Sana.

Even if you partly don't want to know, a part of your body -

a tiny part of your body -

worries about her.

And you hate yourself for it.

You walk through the kingdom, making a, well, daily detour by her grave.

You kneel down in front of the grave, brush down a leaf.

Every time you are there, you make sure that it stays clean, that there is no damage.

Somehow you have the feeling that you have to do it, but you don't mind.

"I love you" you whisper, your hand slowly stroking the engraved words.

You've partly gotten into the habit of not reading what's written on it, maybe it's a sign of ignorance.

But you just feel better if you don't have to read the words every time.

You don't always have to be reminded.

'Hirai Momo, a fighter, a person full of love'

You hate reading it every time.

You sigh softly and get up.

One last look at her grave - even though you know you'll be back tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, and so on.

You wipe away the tear that runs down your cheek.

The path to the village is quiet, the birds are chirping, the wind is almost non-existent.

You greet the people who walk past you and realize that they still treat you differently.

Their eyes are full of concern.

The only thing people think of when they see you is -

"Poor her. I wonder how she's doing"

And you don't know whether you should think it's good or bad that that's all they think about.

"Y/n!" someone shouts, you turn around and see Chaeyoung walking towards you.

"I've been looking for you for the last few days, can you come with me?" she asks.

You're confused, but nod. She takes you by the wrist and pulls you along as you both walk to her house.

She sits you down on a chair in her living room as she walks around.

You know she often has a lot of energy - but this much?

She comes back with a small bottle, the contents liquid and yellow in color.

She looks at you after placing the bottle on the table in front of you.

"Okay. You have to listen to me, let me finish, because it's going to sound weird at first," she says, and you nod.

"Have you ever heard of the theory of the multiverse?" she asks.

You shake your head - you've never been interested in all the theories, you've always preferred to think about what's happening in the present, what "makes sense" to you.

"Okay..." she starts to say, thinking before continuing,

"So, basically, the theory is the idea that the observable universe, the universe we're in right now, is only a part of the whole reality, and there's supposed to be a multiverse that contains numerous possible universes," she explains, and you look at her, slightly confused.

Chaeyoung takes a breath and tries to say it as simply as possible.

"It may be that you can travel through universes to see other situations and worlds, do you get the idea?" she asks.

"I think... but why are you telling me this? and why the bottle?" you reply.

"How can I say this..." she mumbles.

"Since... Since Momo is gone, I've been working on something, and I think... I think you can travel through the multiverse with this potion," Chaeyoung replies.

You look at her and feel your mood change completely when she mentions Momo.

"But... But why are you telling me exactly?" you ask.

"Because I need someone to try it out... and I think you deserve it the most. Because if it really works, you can see Momo in other universes.

In ones where she's not dead," she says.

In which ones where she's not dead?

You swallow as you look down at the floor, then back up at Chaeyoung.

"How likely is it that it will really work?"

"Pretty much," she replies.

"I'll do it," you say.

"Really? Are you sure? It could be dangerous"

"I have nothing to lose anyway"

Chaeyoung nods.

"No one can see you while you're traveling, which means you can go anywhere you want. But after a certain time, you may end up in another universe"

"Okay"

"Drink it, and when you feel dizzy, it will start to work" she says.

"I'll stay here and make sure everything goes well"

You nod and pick up the bottle.

"Okay" you say, but somehow you say it more to yourself.

You pull the cork out of the bottle and the pungent smell immediately hits your nose before you drink it.

You put the bottle back down and take a deep breath.

In and out.

In -

And out.

But before you can concentrate more on your breathing, you feel a stinging sensation in your head.

Chaeyoung is standing next to you, paying attention to how you're feeling.

"I think-"

You can't finish your sentence as your eyes suddenly close and it feels like you're being thrown around.

Your eyes open as you see lights everywhere, some colorful and some so dark you can't even call them lights anymore.

Your body floats and you try to look around, but your head won't move.

You try to reach somewhere, but you fall to the ground before you can do it.

The first thing you feel is grass under your fingertips.

You slowly open your eyes and look around, but the only thing you see are trees.

You stand up, pacing back and forth before you hear voices.

You walk through the bushes to see who's talking,

And even though you expected it, it's still so strange.

In front of you is Momo, holding a sword.

Opposite her - it's you.

It's like the first time you saw her.

"You shouldn't be here," says your other self.

"Says who?" asks Momo.

You run towards her and attack her, but Momo quickly moves out of the way.

This is a universe where you and Momo are enemies.

Just like at the beginning.

You continue to watch as the two of you fight each other.

Blades clashing, the tension high and thick.

"What are you doing here?" your other self asks through clenched teeth.

"What are you thinking? Hm?" Momo asks teasingly.

It looks like you've had enough, because you push her away -

and thrust the tip of the sword into her throat.

You are startled when you see it, Momo falls to the ground with a stupid grin on her face.

"That-...that was a mistake...," she says, choking on her own blood and your other self pulls out the sword.

The sight of Momo hurts your heart.

It reminds you too much of the night she died in your universe.

The fact that this is another universe though, calms you a little.

Your other self leaves Momo alone and walks away.

So you go to her, even though she can't see or feel you.

Her gasping for breath worries you as you kneel before her.

"Momo..." you whisper, even though you know she can't hear you.

You're actually just talking to yourself.

It's as if she's looking at you - and a part of you hopes so, so much that she'll somehow realize that you're there, that she'll somehow feel you.

You sigh softly, but not a disappointed sigh.

Momo stops breathing - stares into the distance without any emotion on her face.

The sight could make you cry.

But before you can look at her any longer, you feel something strange in your body.

The effects of the potion kick in again.

You stand up and look down at Momo one last time.

Your eyes close as the lights start to flicker again.

And again it feels like you're being thrown around.

You land on your knees on a floor, a stone floor to be precise.

Your eyes open and try to adjust to the light.

As you look around, you realize that you are in a church.

Upon closer inspection, you realize that it is the church in Tzuyu's kingdom.

You stand up and look around.

It is empty - except for two voices that break the silence.

You walk towards it - and see a confessional.

And then you see yourself, on your knees.

Your head is bowed as a priest comes to you.

"Why are you here, my child?" he asks in a calm voice.

"I have come to confess my sins, Father. I'm afraid I've done something bad." you reply, your voice has a hint of fear in it.

"What have you done?" he asks.

Your other self takes a breath and then starts talking.

"I was seduced by a woman. It's as if she stole my heart and took it as her own. I can't think of anything but her.

And I don't know what to do, father."

When you hear your words, you don't know how to react.

You wouldn't claim to be a religious person, but seeing you ask a priest for help somehow hurts your heart.

In this universe, you can't accept that you love Momo.

In this universe, you are afraid.

And this feeling is a little too familiar.

"My child, don't be afraid," the priest begins to say,

"It's good that you've come here to confess your sins to the Lord,

And he will forgive you for loving a woman. Pray for him every night,

and he will help you to stop,

and your heart will be yours again."

You bite your lower lip, not knowing how to react.

You'd like to tell your other self that you should do what you want.

That it's completely stupid to listen to the priest.

That you should keep loving Momo.

As long as you have the chance.

But your other self nods, thanks the priest for his help and leaves the church.

You run after her, wondering where she's going.

"Y/n!" Momo shouts, running to you with a smile.

In this universe, you two are not knights.

"What were you doing in church?" she asks.

You're just two friends.

You shake your head and say that it was nothing important.

Momo doesn't ask any more questions, but takes your hand and says that she has to show you something.

She pulls the other you away and you are now standing alone in the village.

You look around and see Tzuyu walking around smiling.

It somehow makes you happier to see that she's doing well.

But you notice something -

She's holding a man's hand?

You look confused, and then it occurs to you.

Not in every universe is she with Dahyun.

And you think that's why Dahyun looks so sad as she walks alongside Tzuyu.

It somehow looks weird - seeing Dahyun and Tzuyu not linked together and giggling like teenagers in love.

Your confusion disappears pretty fast as the man gets distracted and Tzuyu shoots a smile at Dahyun.

Her cheeks flushed when she smiles back, her hand on Tzuyu's for a second until she pulls back to not raise awarness on them.

Dahyun is not a queen in this universe, but just a normal girl.

A normal girl who is hopelessly in love with her friend.

And somehow it reminds you a little of your situation.

You sigh slightly.

You walk in the direction Momo pulled your other self towards, but you fall to the ground and can't walk any further.

The effects of the potion are already kicking in again.

"So fast...?" you ask yourself as your eyes close.

The same thing happens again -

Your body is thrown back and forth, the lights flicker and after a certain amount of time you land on the ground.

The first thing you hear Momo's voice.

Then yours.

And finally -

Sana's.

Sana's voice?

Hearing her talk, so happy, without a care in the world, makes you angry.

And how you wish she could see you, because if she could, you'd kill her with your bare hands.

Without hesitation.

You get up and walk towards the voices.

The closer you get, the more you can hear what they are talking about.

You hear laughter -

and moaning?

Moaning?

And when you stand in front of them, you are more shocked than you have probably ever been.

Momo's hand is in your pants, Sana's mouth is on your neck.

In this universe, all is well between the three of you.

No hate, no sadness, no one betraying the other.

You keep staring at them - it's like you can't take your eyes off them.

Somehow this is a dream.

Maybe even the universe you would prefer to live in?

"I love you," Sana says, leaving kisses all over your body.

"I love you," says Momo as she pushes her fingers in and out of you.

"I love you too," you moan.

Sana loves you?

Momo loves you?

You love them both?

It's as if all your negative thoughts about Sana are gone - you just want to jump into her arms.

The sight brings tears to your eyes, seeing how this is your dream universe.

And somehow you are glad that you can feel yourself getting dizzy and that the potion is starting to work again.

Your eyes close.

When they open again, the sun blinds you.

You get up and look around you.

A small river, a meadow with beautiful, colorful flowers.

There are no houses nearby and you wonder where exactly you are.

You walk around a bit and realize how this place resembles the tales of paradise.

"Where am I..." you mumble.

Several meters further on, however, you finally see people.

Two people, to be precise.

And as you get closer, you see it.

Mina and Sana?

"Mina," says Sana, as if she had been looking for her for ages.

"Sana," Mina replies, with a smile.

While Sana is dressed fairly normally, Mina is wearing a white dress.

The fabric looks quite thin, fine patterns are depicted on the dress.

She looks like an angel.

"I've missed you so much" says Sana, her expression so... soft?

"I missed you too Sana" Mina says and comes closer, her arms open and Sana almost runs towards her.

They hug, and you even think you hear a sob from Sana.

The two slowly let go, Sana looking at nothing but Mina.

"I'm so sorry. I wish you were still here..." Sana says, wiping a tear away from her cheek.

"Don't be sorry Sana," Mina starts to say.

You question whether you're even in a universe right now, or whether you've landed here on a spiritual level,

However, this is Sana's last farewell to Mina.

You are here in a place where the dead can communicate with the living.

"It's not your fault Sana,

or anyone else's," she says.

Sana nods a little, the tears still streaming down her cheeks.

"I love you," says Mina.

"I love you too. Forever and ever." Sana replies.

As you listen to them, it all starts to make sense.

Sana didn't love you, or Momo, or anyone else.

She loved Mina, and she died.

That's why Sana was so angry with Momo.

"I will never forget you, I will never stop honoring you, until my last breath I will think of you." Sana says and Mina takes Sana's hand in hers.

Mina has a reassuring smile on her lips.

"Thank you for being here," says Mina.

"I wish you could stay here longer, but your time in paradise is slowly coming to an end Sana" she says, her thumb stroking Sana's hand.

"I know," she sighs slightly, but then smiles at Mina again.

"So this is our final goodbye?" asks Sana, Mina nods.

"I'll always be with you" says Mina.

Sana nods.

"I love you." she says again, and before Mina can say it back, Sana slowly dissolves and disappears.

Mina looks down at the floor and repeats Sana's words to herself.

When she looks up again, she looks you in the eye.

You look left and right to see if anyone else is standing there, but no.

She's looking at you, no one else.

She walks over to you and stops right in front of you.

"You're Y/n, aren't you?" asks Mina.

"Y-yes. You can see me?" you reply, and she nods,

"Have you been listening to us?" she asks.

"Yes,

I didn't know you and Sana had such a relationship" you say, Mina smiles a little.

"She doesn't like to talk about it. But yes, I was her lover" is Mina's answer.

You nod a little, trying to understand everything that has just happened.

Trying to understand how you can talk to a dead person.

"Momo told me about you," she says, breaking the silence.

"She told you about me? You talked to Momo?" you ask.

"Yes. I was watching when... when the accident happened" she answers.

"She told me that if she could, she would do anything to see you again," says Mina, raising her hand.

"Your potion is slowly losing its effect" Mina puts her hand on your forehead and you wonder what exactly is going to happen now.

But before you can ask anything, your eyes close.

As they open, you are blinded by a bright white light.

You stand up slowly and look around, but see nothing.

Everything is white, the floor is straight without any bumps or curves, and nothing is in sight.

This place looks like it does in dreams, when you try to escape but can't.

The more you walk around you realize that it makes no sense, everywhere is white and you are completely alone here.

"Y/n" you hear a voice behind you calling after you.

You don't move, don't breathe, don't even dare to blink.

"Y/n" the voice repeats.

You slowly realize that this moment is not a dream.

It is real.

You slowly turn around and look her in the eye.

Momo is standing in front of you.

Her clothes match the white surroundings, and you hate it.

She's dressed like Mina, like an angel.

You stare at her, trying to breathe evenly.

"Momo?" you say, but it comes out more like a question.

"It's real," she replies.

It is real.

You slowly calm down, or rather try to.

In some way it feels like the first time you saw her -

You unsheathe your sword and slowly walk towards the noise. Peering through the bushes, you see a knight.

Or rather, a female knight.

Her rather long black hair is tied up in a ponytail. Her forehead is covered by a fringe. You only see her side profile, but it's like she was gifted by Aphrodite. While she breathes, her plump, pink-ish lips slightly part. Her sword is stuck in the grass next to her. She sits on a bigger stone, her armor less than yours. Her chest and stomach are protected, a helmet in her left hand, but you can see her well-trained arms. A few veins peek out on her hands, probably because of the heat.

But wait a minute. She is a knight. A stranger in your kingdom, which you are supposed to protect.

You got too distracted and she used that.

Flashbacks of the first meeting come into your head, your mind full of them.

You walk slowly towards her, as if she were dangerous, as if she were an enemy you should be afraid of.

"I never thought you could be so emotional," says Momo, turning her head in your direction, which is now partially submerged.

"Me neither," you admit.

"It's strange. Being here, in the water. With you." you say and look at her too.

"We're enemies," she replies and laughs a little.

Unfortunately.

You think, but it scares you to say it.

You're standing right in front of her.

She's standing in front of you.

No imagination, not those stupid dreams you've always had since she left.

She's really standing in front of you.

"I feel like we've just met for the first time," you say, Momo laughs a little.

"I feel the same way," she replies.

You feel the tears coming.

Before you regret it, you move closer.

You kiss Momo on her lips, your hands on her hips, the grip so strong that someone could think you're afraid she'll suddenly just disappear.

And that's exactly your fear right now.

She kisses you back.

You kiss Momo.

Memories of your first kiss come flooding back.

You close the distance between the two of you, her soft lips on yours as she dares not move.

This time it's different.

It's not a stupid dream you're having because you're confused about your feelings for Momo.

It's all more real.

And you want it, so, so much.

You slowly pull back, Momo smiles at you.

"I- I missed you so much," you say as tears run down your cheek.

"I missed you too, believe me," she replies, wiping away your tears.

"I think about you every day, and... and I always visit your grave and and-" you start sobbing, completely overwhelmed by the situation.

Momo interrupts you.

"Shh... I know, trust me"

"I was there when you visited my grave, when you were talking.

I'm sorry I couldn't answer your questions," she says.

"Why not in this one?" you ask.

"Why couldn't you just find me in this universe?" you ask.

"I wish so much that I could have found you in this universe. So much." she says.

"You're so strong for handling it so well"

"But that's the thing. I don't handle it well,

Every time I just want to sleep, I dream about you." you reply, feeling the tears growing.

"Either I dream about you smiling at me. With that stupid grin that I miss so much..." you take a deep breath,

"Or I dream of your face covered in blood"

Momo looks at you,

and suddenly her face is covered in blood.

Sana's sword is suddenly stuck in her head before she pulls it out.

She topples over, onto the dirty ground, onto the grass.

She doesn't move, just lies there.

Not a single breath, no stupid grin, nothing.

"I dream so often about that one night..." you say quietly, your voice cracking while you try to hold back your tears.

"I know," Momo replies.

"I'm so sorry you had to watch it happen like that."

"I love you," you say.

"I love you too, so much," she replies.

You look at her, slightly startled, confused, surprised.

It's the first time Momo has ever said that she loves you.

The first and the last time.

"You have to go slowly," says Momo.

"The effect is wearing off"

You nod slowly.

"So this is our final goodbye?" you ask, Momo nods.

"I'll be with you forever" Momo says and hugs you tightly.

This time she is the one who is afraid that the other will dissolve.

"I will think of you and love you forever," you say.

You feel yourself getting dizzy again.

Momo sobs quietly, her nails dig into your body.

"It's okay," you say, even though you're still crying, but you try to calm her down.

"It's okay," you repeat.

It all feels so light as your eyes close.

You can't feel any arms on your body.

Momo no longer feels the body she was hugging.

Your eyes open rapidly and you look around.

Chaeyoung stands up from her chair and looks at you.

You look at her and wipe a tear away from your cheek.

"You made it," she says.

You nod.

"The potion worked..." she says and picks up something to write down, probably something about this experiment.

You get up slowly and walk to the front door,

"Before you go," Chaeyoung says -

"The idea for the multiverse, and for this potion,

actually came from Momo"

You look at her and smile,

You close the door behind you and leave her house.

In this Universe, you live without Momo, and you're starting to accept it.

Because deep in your heart, you know that she is always with you.

So when you hold out your hand while walking home,

you know that she is holding it.

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Harry had seen her in a bathing suit. He had seen her in skirts that were not suitable for school and a dress that showed off so much of her cleavage he wondered why she didn't just wear a bra instead. The idea of seeing her fully naked was far beyond what he could possibly imagine. It was every one of his fantasies and more.

Harry had no way of getting his hands on her beautiful mind and soul. So he was going to devour her body instead.

Sarah was going to Mitch’s, which meant her place was empty.

Harry didn’t have any clothes or anything, but he didn’t care. There were leftover items between himself and Mitch so as long as they didn’t have to attend a wedding there was an outfit for him the next day.

The car ride was silent. Unless he heard her heartbeat, which was extremely plausible because it was beating so hard. He held her hand, like he had ten thousand times before, but now it was different. Because Harry loved her. Like really loved her. The way she always dreamed of him loving her. Every time she remembered he loved her she squeezed his hand. It brought a smile to his face, and she swore the needle of the speedometer crept up another increment just to get them home faster.

The logistics of the night hadn’t dawned on her until they were in her apartment living room. Silent as Harry locked the door behind him. Nerves started to swim in her bloodstream. They had incredible chemistry, their friendship was solid, she had seen Harry at his worst—sick with the stomach bug that required a complete change of clothes, and he had seen her sweaty and covered with dirt after helping her dad in the backyard.

If the sex was bad, what would it say about their relationship?

It couldn’t be bad, right? She had waited so long to have Harry in her life in this capacity. Friendship was their opener. Saying I love you was the main setlist. Sex was just the encore. It would be fine.

Right?!

“Are y’okay, kitten?” He asked.

“Hmm?”

“You’re ‘bout t’squeeze m’fingers off m’hand,” she released the death grip she had on it. “Tell me,” he ordered, but his voice was soft.

“I’m so nervous.”

“Nervous?” He repeated.

“What if the sex is bad?”

He chuckled. “I highly doubt it will be bad,” he pulled her close, trapping her against his body, cupping the side of her face and kissing her as if he had kissed her in the very spot a thousand times before. “But m’not with you for the sex.”

“Well, I don’t know what you were up to while I was gone but I haven’t had sex in a year and a half so I would like it to be good,” she murmured.

His eyes scanned her face, searching for something. “Y’think I had sex with someone else while y’were gone?” He asked.

She rolled. “That’s what you took away from that?”

“Who did you sleep with a year and a half ago?” He asked ignoring her follow-up question.

“It’s none of your business!”

“Your body s’all mine now,” he said simply. But it set her skin aflame and her heart into a frantic beat that had her worrying she would need an ambulance on standby outside the building. “S’very much m’business,” he murmured.

“Harry,” she sighed pinching the bridge of her nose. “That guy I went out with for like a month?”

“You slept with him?”

“We went out for a month, Harry.”

“But he was awful.”

“You thought everyone I dated was awful.”

“They were,” he said petulantly. She sighed.

“When did you last have sex?” She asked.

“I don’t know, three years ago?” It should have been embarrassing. But it wasn’t. This was his best friend and he didn’t care.

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah right,” she snorted. “No really, I told you. You have to tell me.”

“M’not kidding kitten,” his voice was firm.

“You haven’t had sex in three years?” She still sounded incredulous, and Harry just stared at her waiting for it to click. Her lips parted. “How...why...?”

“When I realized I was in love with y’kitten,” he shrugged. “Didn’t want t’have sex.”

“So you were just going to...never have sex again?”

He shrugged again. “I hadn’t thought ‘bout it t’be honest.”

It was so quiet in the apartment, not even her rapid heartbeat made a sound. “What if it’s bad? What if I’m bad at it? What if it’s not—”

“Kitten,” he sighed and shook his head. “We were terrible at French, and we took three years of it together. We’ll practice. M’not in love with y’because of sex. Obviously—loved y’before sex was an option. M’in love with you because you’re m’favorite person. M’only person,” he reminded her. “I don’t care about sex.”

It should have relieved her but it didn’t. “I want it to be good,” she whispered.

“I do too, kitten. Trust me. But s’not the end all be all.”

Quiet, surrounded them again. “C’mon,” he hummed and tugged her toward the bedroom. “Jus’ say stop if y’need a minute,” he pulled her jacket off her shoulders and bent to slip her shoes off. She felt like Cinderella. He was so gentle and while she was slightly terrified it would suck and he would realize he hated her, it was normal. Harry getting ready to undress her was normal feeling. It was warm, gentle, and all things that were Harry. She felt safe and maybe finally she realized he was probably right. Sex wouldn’t be bad. “We don’t have t’do this tonight either, kitten.”

“No way, you’ve been waiting three years and I think my vibrator is dead so it’s going to have to work,” she explained.

He groaned quietly, began kissing the length of her neck and making the noise vibrate her skin and veins in a way that nearly made her knees give out. “Well, charge it, because I have t’see that,” his breath was hot on her skin making her dizzy.

They stood and kissed for at least three minutes, her hands tugging at the hair on the back of his head silently begging for him to get closer. It was so quiet in her room she was starting to feel uneasy. “Can we put on some music or something?” She whispered.

“Turn on your radio?” He suggested kissing the curve of her neck and shoulder, taking the collar of her shirt away from her neck.

She shook her head. “I downloaded your music onto a CD, and I love you, but I think fucking to the sound of you and our friends would be a little too much for me.”

He chuckled against her skin forgoing the kisses and pulled his phone from his pocket and set up a random playlist.

Harry’s mouth found hers again and he gently guided her back onto her bed. His fingers started to push her shirt up her torso. She pulled away from his mouth and stilled his hands. “What are you doing?” She asked quickly. He chuckled.

“Trying t’take your shirt off. Do y’want t’stop?”

She shook her head trying to shake the nerves away. “Sorry,” her cheeks reddened.

“S’okay,” he assured her. “S’new, s’gonna be a little weird probably,” he amended.

She swallowed. “I don’t really like my body,” she whispered. “I don’t really talk about that with you...” she reminded him.

She was wrong. She was so beautiful and in Harry’s eyes there wasn’t any reason for her to feel ashamed or insecure about her body. It was perfect, exactly as she was. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured. “M’gonna make y’feel beautiful or we’re never having sex again,” he chuckled.

She giggled despite herself and nodded. “Okay, if you’re sure.”

“M’sure,” he nodded firmly. “M’gonna take m’shirt off first, then.”

“No, don’t do that, that’s not fair,” she stopped his hands before he could tug it over his head. “I can’t take my shirt off after yours.”

He laughed a little louder this time and he kissed her sweetly, pecking at her lips over and over as he pulled away. “We can’t do this without being naked, kitten.”

She took a deep breath, sighed, and pulled her shirt over her head.

Harry had no way of getting his hands on her beautiful mind and soul. So, he was going to devour her body instead.

His gaze scanned her upper half for a few moments admiring the tiny little bow on the center of her bra right between her breasts. He kissed the swell of each one every so slightly spilling out of the cup. Her breath caught in her throat and Harry kissed upwards, bringing his lips back to hers and he pulled off his own shirt without any fanfare. Harry often walked around without a shirt, when at the pool or a beach he obviously didn’t wear a shirt. This she was used to. Her hands roamed his body and his skin felt so warm and so nice she couldn’t believe she thought this could be bad.

Harry couldn’t get her zipper down.

She giggled and Harry snorted. “Didn’t know y’were gonna wear a chastity belt, kitten.”

The clasp of her bracelet somehow managed to catch on to the fabric of his boxers a few moments later. “Jesus,” she sighed and brought her face so close to the fabric to work it free Harry turned a bright shade of red, cleared his throat and she realized her hand was resting on his dick to get it undone.

“Oops,” she whispered and pulled back. Harry chuckled softly. Every awkward moment was completed with more kisses that by the time Harry finished struggling with the clasp of her bra, (“I’ve never seen a bra with a snap like this!” “It’s comfier!”) There were only Harry’s boxers and her underwear between them.

“There’s no going back,” she reminded him.

“I don’t want t’go back,” his voice was thick with the promise.

“Me either,” she whispered.

“Kitten,” he tilted her chin up from her staring at his chest. He brought her gaze back to his. “M’so in love with you. Always.”

She nodded. “I love you too,” she smiled.

He brought his mouth to cover hers again and a new feeling took over. The air was hotter, thicker, like they were moving through a pool of water. His lips never stopped kissing her, his tongue stroking softly against her lip as he did. It made her shiver. He curled closer to her, his hand reaching between them and skimming the outside of her panties. Her breath caught at the touch of his fingers on her suddenly aching center. Harry went back to kissing down her throat, over to the space where the curve of her shoulder met her neck. “Want t’make y’feel so good, kitten,” his voice was husky.

She already thought she was going to come undone from just his fingers touching the outside of her underwear and his throaty whisper. His fingers deftly pulled the fabric to the side, and he slid his finger down through the wetness that had accumulated between her leg. She shivered again and moaned softly again. He hadn’t even done anything. But his fingers were searching. Not for what she felt was aching for him most, but for her clit and he found it so quickly it made her cry out as he skillfully circled the pad of his finger on it not too hard but not too soft. “S’good, baby,” he hummed quietly and continued to kiss her. “You’re nice and wet, kitten. Who’s that for?”

“You,” her voice hardly carried through the whisper.

“Good,” he mumbled and dropped his finger lower, teasing her, because it felt like she was clenching, begging his finger to enter her.

Maybe if she had met Harry that night and hadn’t known his personality so well, she would have been shyer and wouldn’t have had the reaction she did. But part of her felt a little competitive and if he was going to tease her, she wasn’t going to let him enjoy it too much.

She pressed her hand to the outside of his boxers, feeling how hard he was and making him gasp at the touch. His hand stilled between her legs, and she tugged his boxers lower, so his dick escaped the fabric. He groaned as she wrapped her fingers around him. “Kitten,” he grunted into her skin, and she sighed as his fingers continued to circle her clit and search for something that she wasn’t sure Harry was going to find.

“Kitten, I haven’t had sex in three years,” he groaned.

“So...you better get inside me quick?” She suggested.

He groaned again. “Yes,” he nodded against her collarbone. “Please,” he almost whined. “Condom?” She nodded and pointed to her nightstand drawer.

She couldn’t disagree. Harry had double the time on her since her last intimate moment, but she wanted him so badly in her she thought if they waited any longer, she would cry. She removed her underwear and Harry sat up to remove his boxers.

Of course, she just finished feeling how big, hard, and long he was. But it was another thing entirely to see his length literally in the flesh. “Did y’jus’ gulp?”

Her cheeks warmed. “You’re...big,” she murmured.

He snorted putting the condom in place. “Y’know how t’give a guy an ego,” but she could see the way his cheeks pinked.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “I’m just...I want it,” she caught his gaze and as awkward as everything felt, looking into the pretty green eyes of her best friend, this was not. “I want everything with you.”

Harry’s gaze softened and he dropped his hips between her legs and caught her lips again. The sound of gentle music, their tangled breath, and the skin-to-skin contact was the only noise in the room. Harry reached between them again and slid the head of his cock along the wetness that pooled between her legs again. She moaned, loudly and without abandon. Harry grunted and pushed himself inside her.

It was like sliding the final puzzle piece together. They locked into a position that felt so right, so perfect, every bit of that awkwardness went away as quickly as it appeared. Harry groaned and buried his face in her neck again. It was his new favorite spot, tucked into the curve that smelled like her perfume and her hair. It was entirely her, and so perfect. “Fuck, kitten,” he grunted letting her have a minute to stretch to accommodate his body. It had been a while since there was a dick inside her and despite how wet Harry made her it didn’t help the ache that started as he settled perfectly between her thighs.

“Oh my God,” she whispered breathlessly. “Wow,” she mumbled.

Harry focused on breathing deeply so he wouldn’t burst the second one of them shifted. “We can jus’ stay like this,” he murmured. “Nothing else, for the rest of our lives.”

She kissed the side of his head and nodded. “Yes, please.”

He pulled back slightly, his body readjusted to the feeling and his gaze was hungry as he looked her in the eye. “You are my everything,” he whispered.

Her heart fluttered, as good as Harry’s body felt inside her, it was nothing in comparison to the way his words touched her. “I love you,” she whispered because everything else she thought to say seemed inadequate.

He smiled and brought his mouth to hers, kissed her deeply and started to move.

It felt fast and slow at the same time. A juxtaposition that she didn’t know was possible. Every time Harry’s hips pushed from hers to create a heavenly friction, she followed him begging for him to come back. It felt like being apart from him, even the inch he moved to make everything feel better, was too much. She thought if it felt any better, she would cry.

“Fuck,” he groaned pumping into her at a steady rhythm. Her hands searched his body, the length of his back, digging her nails into his hips to keep him close to her. His hands held her hips in place so he was able to provide the right leverage that angled his cock, so it hit every right spot.

“Baby,” she moaned into his neck and kissed his skin. He groaned again in response. He twisted her as if he had done it about a thousand times and suddenly, she was on top of him. Pressing her hands onto his chest and moving her hips up and down so she was gliding rhythmically up and down his length.

“This was a horrible idea,” he moaned. “M’gonna finish jus’ looking at you.”

She blushed, covered her face with one hand, and laughed lightly. “It feels so good,” she whispered. “I don’t want to leave this bed.”

Harry brought her body close, one hand cupping the back of her neck and other slid down her back, gripping her butt. “We don’t have to,” his voice was hungry and he sealed his lips between hers.

“I’m going to...” she bit the inside of her lip and buried her face into his neck again. “Oh my God,” she moaned.

Harry answered her moan with his own again and met each of her thrusts with his hips. “S’good, kitten. Fuck,” he sighed. “Wanted this for so long,” he brought her mouth. “Can’t wait for you t’cum all over me and then do it all over again,” he groaned.

His voice made her ache all over. She was already aching. She wanted to stay like this for the rest of her life. Maybe longer if it was allowed.

She had a vibrator and she had sex enough times to know when she was going to have a good orgasm. But this was nothing like that.

This was so much more. The connection she felt to Harry the adoration and love she felt was more than any tingling, body shaking reaction she ever had when Harry thrusted into her just so. “Oh there, there, there,” she begged and dropped her face to his neck again with a heavy sigh.

“M’here, kitten,” he promised holding her close to him. “Right there,” he repeated thrusting as she rode through the toe-curling, body shaking orgasm. He nipped at her shoulder as he finished. Sighing heavily she dropped to him fully, her body warm, and he kissed her forehead. He brushed her hair down kissed her again. “Gotta get off, kitten,” he murmured.

“I already did,” she mumbled back.

He chuckled. “Just two minutes, kitten,” he assured her. “I love you,” he whispered. She sighed deeply, rolled to the side and let Harry get out of bed quickly. When he returned from the bathroom she was sprawled across the bed facedown. “You okay, m’love?” He asked.

She nodded. “I love you too, Harry.”

He chuckled, wrapping himself around her like a koala bear. “Good.”

“Wanna do it again?” She asked.

He laughed and kissed along her back. “Already?” He asked.

“Gotta make-up for all that lost time. And three years, Harry!”

He smiled against her skin. “Give me a minute.”

“Take all the time you need. We have forever now.”

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Cam Boy HC - Bad Omens

So I got a request from an anon about like … phone sex or virtual sex or something and it was lowkey stumping me. Then I thought about cam boys. Then I think it was @badhedonist that said something about cam boys and that confirmed that I needed to give y’all my headcanons about this. Auntie V doesn’t work for a week so prepare to be sick of me. TW: mentions of sex work, voyeurism, exhibitionism. WE SUPPORT SEX WORKERS IN THIS HOUSE DONT START WITH ME.

Noah (StopTheFuckingCar) - He started cam work out of what he saw as a necessity. He was 20 when his girlfriend at the time suggested it.

“It’s just like … there’s a market for the tattoos and the long hair and shit. You pretend like the camera isn’t on. Ignore the chat or whatever … but making quick money from jerking off can’t hurt, ya know? Make some gas money for tour,” she told him as she pulled up the site. She mumbled something about sharing the link around her circle, something about bitches always wanting her man and having the opportunity.

Quick money for tour.

Just a few times.

He made the username … some old band lyric that came to mind. Made sure his tattooed skin and the ends of his hair were visible in the camera. Black ink scattered over a moonlight-pale belly. He shook like a goddamn leaf the first time he started the show.

Ignore the chat. Ignore the camera.

I think Noah muted it all. Didn’t want to hear the clink and cling of people sending money, or liking it. Didn’t want to think that people were watching him.

The shit ya do for a handful of Slim Jim’s and some fucking apple juice, man.

His nervously twitching hand wrapped around the base of his dick and squeezed around. Hard. His neck rolled and Noah’s head fell back as he felt the blood flow.

Do what you normally do.

Noah reached over himself with his right hand and grabbed the bottle of “Lavender Champagne” lotion his girl kept on the bedside. He’d never really needed lube or lotion before as leaning his head down and spitting on his cock was, well, acceptable to him … but maybe not to one of the twenty-seven people watching. The cold lotion ripped a hiss from his clenched teeth, but his head fell right back into its previous position as the slick slide of his fist passed over the head.

Holy fuck.

Noah couldn’t hold the tiny gasping moans that left his open mouth. The heinously obscene sound of his cock being worked over made the blood rush to the tips of his ears. His heartbeat was present in his dick as he jerked himself faster and tightened that grip at the end of each stroke.

“Oooo shit,” it’s high pitched and it comes with a quick roll of his hips.

At this point, he really was entirely lost in the self-pleasure. The cam didn’t exist. Hell, the laptop could’ve flown off the bed and he wouldn’t have known because the way his toes were curling and his ass was grinding into the mattress before arching off again? Pure pandemonium in his melting brain.

“I’m so goddamn close,” he whimpers as he almost reflexively closes his legs at the intensity. He hasn’t jacked off like this since he was a fuckin’ teenager, and maybe that isn’t even true. He definitely hadn’t hit the point where anyone could walk in and see and he’d make eye contact and continue in a long time. Seriously. It could’ve been Jesus and every single disciple he had. All nine or whatever, Noah thinks.

“Can I - can I cum? I really need to fucking cum,” he whines and thrashes his head around on the pillow, and who he’s talking to? Not even he knows that. Noah might bite his lip until it bleeds if he doesn’t bust soon. His left hand shoots out from under the blanket to grip on to as much of the bed as he can grab. “I’ve gotta … oh … uh,” his moans get progressively louder as he cums so hard that the ropes hit him on his fucking neck. His eyes flutter back open and the bright light of the still rolling screen is a violent reminder.

Frantic and unable tell what is lotion and what is semen, Noah hits a key and stops the camera abruptly.

74 viewers. A full chat log. 4 private messages. A shit load of coins or some shit - he never checked how the currency works.

MommyAlicia: I like the way you beg pretty baby xx

Throwitallaway: Do you take requests?? I’ve never cum so fast.

XXXXTinkerbell: I’ll be following you bc this was fucking hottt

Noah catches his breath, blinks a few times, and he cannot hide the small upturn in the corner of his mouth.

Nicholas (OdachiDaddy) - Nick wasn’t new to this. He’d been using cam work as a means of play for about a year now. It all started as something he jumped in on once with Noah.

“Emo Twink Boyfriends Jack Off In The Living Room Before Pizza Guy Comes Over” was a fucking hit, and Nicholas had never made 150 bucks that fast.

He started his own shit. Quick nickname. Tagged Noah for the views.

See, Nicholas was always good at math. He knew that slowly tugging on his leaking cock plus a little dirty talk specifically catered to those housewives that weren’t getting enough from their men meant dollars (and lube) in his hand.

“If you were here I’d let you lick all of this up,” he muses as he shows the camera a bead of precum he’s swiped off the tip. He brought his thumb to his bottom lip before dragging it across and moaning under his breath.

The money counter dinged away.

He ran his tattooed fingers over his hip and continued to twist his wrist over the head as he adjusted himself into a sitting position.

CherryBomb14: God ur so hot I want you to put a baby in meee

His mind works quick. Her profile picture shows that she’s older … he takes a risk.

“Again? Make you a mom again? Come sit on this cock and we can discuss details,” he chuckles as he bites his lower lip and nods his head back a little.

The money counter clinks so many times he can’t count it. Bingo.

Not that he was ever this bold with real life partners, not always. He’s been a creative all his life though. Nick knew what they wanted to hear, and he let it flow while he put on a show for them.

“If you’re watching alone feel free to - fuck. Feel free to play along. I know you need to cum. I know work was hard. Just … you can reach down and rub on that clit a little? For me?,” he strokes his cock as he makes direct eye contact with the camera. “I know you’ll do it for me because I know you’re soaked. Go ahead and fucking check sweetheart,” he groans as he feels the pool of heat building in his gut.

Nobody needed to know about the unnecessarily long hours spent scrolling through porn, reading Reddit posts, and letting his own filthy mindbox scroll away that it took to curate the dirty mouth that got him in the top 5% of male performers. Hell … whatever got him there, right?

Nicholas pauses to spit in his hand before continuing. As much as he did this for his loyal viewers, anyone in his position would be .9 seconds away from blowing a load all over themselves if they fucked their fist the way he did.

“It’s … it doesn’t feel like your pussy. I want your pussy,” he licks over his bottom lip as his head falls back and his mouth parts with a silent scream.

Feeling his end near he does what he’s known for … call it a finishing move or some shit. “I’m gonna give you my cum - where do you want it, huh? Can I fill it up? I’m gonna fill it up,” he cums all over his hand with a loud grunt and a harsh snap of his hips. He likes to ride it out by ghosting his fingertips along his shaft … plays with his cum a little, much to the enjoyment of the 322 viewers he has.

“Ugh. That was a good one … holy shit,” he lets out an exasperated sigh as he swipes at his forehead with his clean hand. “Alright, y’all know the speech. Meet me back here on uhm … meet back on Wednesday at 7 pm Pacific and we’ll help each other out again, hmm? Night night,” he smiles and turns the camera off before tucking himself away.

Nicholas slowly got up from the couch and went to go take a shower with thoughts of next week’s theme bouncing around in his skull.

Folio (RideItLikeYouStoleIt) - He got introduced to the sex work world through Nicholas and Noah when he forced them to explain why they needed him to dress up like a Pizza Hut worker, knock on the door of Noah’s house and ask them if they ordered the extra-large meat lovers with stuffed crust.

He looked at them like they’d lost their goddamn marbles, but he couldn’t help but think about how they made 300 bucks in 15 minutes and all they did was jerk off (which Folio was quite good at) for a handful of people.

See, Folio has a specific niche. A role he’s taken on. His brand, if you will.

There’s a religious following of about 400 viewers that pay to watch him do cum tributes. It’s all very structured. The money hits his account by the end of the day on Thursday, and on Friday morning he prints the pictures that his paying viewers sent in. Sometimes it’s just a face, sometimes it’s their ass cheeks spread wide and inviting for him, and sometimes it’s their pussies that they’re parting open with two fingers.

“I’d pound away at this cunt until its fucking raw, I swear to god,” he grunts as he quickly works his hand over his dick. “I wish you could sit this pretty pussy on my face babe,” he groans as he teases the tip.

The coins clank away as the camera rolls. The view is his nipples down and he’s standing up while holding the photo in his left hand. His chin pins his shirt up so the viewers get a clear shot of the eagle he has tattooed across his heaving chest.

“Is this what you wanted? I’ve been saving all this cum for you - shit. I wanna paint that ass with it,” he moans as he feels the warmth rise up his torso.

Folio had a fascination with cum tributes before he even knew what they were. He was a simple man. Flipping through a motorcycle mag and seeing a girl sitting on a bike was enough for that night to end with a few pages you couldn’t turn anymore. If he could profit off of something he was already accustomed to … why the fuck not?

Throwaway395: I might have to send one next week omg

StopTheFuckingCar: You should! He can cum more than once ;)

If he wasn’t so fucking close to the edge Nick might have laughed at Noah because yeah. The weed does that to him. That’s part of why he decided to capitalize on his abilities.

“God I’m gonna cum so fucking hard,” he grunts as the money counter chimes again. And with a loud groan that’s been ripped from his lungs, he does. He paints the perfect picture. Gets the paper all messy and cum covered … rubs it in with the tip of his dick.

“Thank you so much for sending that in,” he smiles as he holds it up to the camera. He shows off his work for a second, “alright. Now up next we haaaave … Ms.KatieLove. I’m gonna grab some water and we’ll get into it,” he chuckles as he blows a kiss at the camera.

Jolly (TheDoorsUnlocked) - Oh Jolly. Jolly didn’t get introduced to this by any of the boys. His own dark perverse fantasies brought him in front of his monitor three nights a week.

Jolly doesn’t touch himself unless it’s on cam. That’s bible.

The thrill of getting caught was one that hung over him for years. Something about touring and being close to others. Something about having to jack off with an almost fully dry hand to keep the sounds down, but secretly hoping that the accidental moans would send someone knocking on the venue’s broom closet door.

He makes a ritual of it. He greets his fans with a soft and warm voice. Jolly pans over to the window and opens the curtains up, and then pans back around to show them that his bedroom door is unlocked. He sits in his computer chair and he pulls his cock free from his sweatpants.

“So,” he says as he strokes himself in long languid succession, “my roommates have a few people over and I was thinking about like,” he bites his lower lip in thought. “I was thinking like what if someone gave them bad directions to the bathroom and they walked up here and just … fuck that feels nice - they just walked in on me getting off like this,” he tilts his head to the side as his jaw clicks.

“What if you were here? And what if we were fucking really slow under the covers? If they walked in would you make me stop, or could I grind against that pussy while they ask me what the WiFi password is,” Jolly can’t help but apply extra pressure when he rhythmically squeezes the head of his dick at the thought.

Living in a house full of sex workers really meant that he could text them the exact time that he needed them to knock on the door, or the exact time he wanted one of them to shout and ask if he was ready to go to the grocery store yet. His fans loved those brief oh shit moments.

SasukesWifey: what if someone is leaving the party and they look up into your window? I would run right back inside ugh

“Don’t tease me like that,” he hisses as his dick spills a little more precum. Of course Jolly has tint on his windows and no one can see in, but they didn’t need to know that. “I need to cum but I gotta stay quiet. Oh my god,” he breathes out.

OdachiDaddy: FUCKIN’ CAUGHT. IM COMING UP UPSTAIRS DAWG. YOU SAID YOU WERE WORKING ON A SONG.

The coins start flowing like lava.

Jollys eyes blow wide as his pace quickens. Nicholas threatening to blow the door wide open was all it took for him to cum all over his stomach.

“Shit shit shit,” he groaned out as he squeezed the last drops of cum from his dick.

Just as the money counter stops furiously clinking, Jolly shoves himself back into his pants (and curses quietly because he knows that cumstain will show straight through) and sits back as the door opens up.

“Whaaaatcha doin,” Nicholas asks in a singsong voice.

Firefly_21: oooo who is he 👀

Jolly mouths a solid “shut up,” at the camera before raising his eyebrows.

He hangs his head in his hands and laughs as a smile breaks out over his reddened cheeks.

“Well … stand up bro. We got burgers down there. Come on … get up,” Nicholas yanks on his hand with a wicked smirk as Jolly clicks out of the session.

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thtgirlllmona · 1 year

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Coming Down

Story summary: Shuri and I tried the whole relationship thing but as the ruler of a nation and as a rich heiress, it didn’t work out for various reasons. Maybe in a different world, her and I make it out as more, but in this world, we are nothing but merely the best sexual partners either one of us have ever had. We know this and that makes letting go so much more difficult. It doesn't help that both Shuri and I cope by pushing our feelings away, Shuri in her lab and me in the closest stimulant available, drugs, alcohol, and mediocre sex. So this begs the question, what do you do when sex is bland with everyone except the one person who you can’t be with outside of sex? You fuck them relentlessly until you can’t.

Warnings: Look I'm not gonna lie.. there's a lot going on and unless you are 18+, I DO NOT suggest reading this. Please if you are underage, do not interact with this post!!!! In this fic, there are mentions of drugs and alcohol abuse, quick mention of death, and of course, smut.

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Word count: 6.3K (this is for the whores)

Author’s note: Y'all I swear I'm working on LITLOF chapter 2 rn but graduating college does not mean life gets easier and nobody prepared me for that 😭. However in the meantime, enjoy this cute little fic that came to me when I was high off my ass. There is a plot if you squint a bit, blink three times, and turn your head to the side ☺️.

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“Fuckkk” I slurred as I sat up on the couch in Luxe Society, surrounded by people with more money than the US government owes.

“Y/n!! Bitch!! You look so beautiful” Honor yelled at the top of her lungs, as if we didn’t get ready and show up together or as if she hasn’t said that same sentence 20 times already tonight.

This club hasn’t been entertaining but the drugs mixed with expensive liquor are always nice distractions. The sad truth of the matter is that it’s about that time of the night where it’s wearing off and I’m feeling everything I’m running from. I need her. I need her hands to remind me that the parts of my body I wouldn’t think twice to acknowledge are some of the most attention needing spaces. I need her lips to touch the places only she can make feel like puzzle pieces being put together over and over again. I need her to give me the high that no drug or drink can provide. I need her to continuously prove that the sex we have is between fucking and making love. We created our own genre that can’t be replicated.

I felt Honor sit on my lap and kiss my cheek, hair pin straight and down her back, thanks to her stylist who makes sure to remove any type of curl that may even think to present itself. God forbid she looks like the black woman she is. Honor is giggling and talking about fucking a random she found in this club while I think about how, genuinely, her life would be so different if she were celebrated for who she is versus who she and everyone else thinks she should be. Honestly, Honor isn’t a bad person but nonetheless, a girl who I wouldn’t trust with my life or my business. I’ve known Honor since primary school and I keep her around because she is always down for a good time, which is what I need in times like this. I need someone willing to erase the present and leave the planet without worrying about the risk of returning.

Honor Rolenti is your average nepo baby. Her name says it but her actions scream it with true intensity. Her family is known for their strong STEM backgrounds that allow connections with powerful diplomats. Honor is the very reason I met her. The bane of my existence yet the very reason I exist. A dinner at her parents house where she was in attendance alongside Honor and her parents as well as me and mine. Honor’s father and mine worked together for years before I inevitably lost my father to a pointless act of violence. Since then, I’ve found comfort in substances that only seek to harm me but oh do they make it feel good. I stopped drinking and relying on drugs when I met her. She was my high, the best one I’ve ever had. I’m still addicted and she knows this. She was the only person who never judged me for my choice of coping mechanisms, understanding what it’s like to lose a loved one. However, she did frown heavily upon my choices and voiced them. This led to many arguments with me screaming at her that I didn’t lose a dad to gain another one. Ironically, she fucked me so hard that night until I called her daddy and stars danced in my vision. How funny is it that the same person who hates my lifestyle, became just as addicted to me, her very own personal drug, ready for use whenever she needs a hit.

Honor started snapping her fingers in my face, dragging me away from the lewd thoughts of that night. I released my lip that I hadn’t realized was between my teeth while instinctively rolling my eyes at the girl still on my lap.

“Honor I think it’s time for me to go” I stated groggily my head started to feel normal again and things aren’t as distorted, meaning my high is tragically coming down.

“Please tell me you’re not gonna call her.” Honor rolled her eyes. The truth is I came out tonight to ignore the fact that Shuri is in town working on a new outreach center with Honor’s dad. I knew deep down that these substances could provide but so much when the best drug was only minutes and a text away.

“Mind your business Honor, it suits you better.” I say pushing the girl off my lap and next to me on the couch.

“You know she is nothing but bad news and she’s keeping you from growing and letting go.” Honor said

I had to roll my eyes at this and let out a deep sour laugh considering I am the one who pulls Shuri in most of the time. Not to say Shuri doesn’t take the bait like a starved animal but nonetheless.

“We both know that is not true” I respond after coming down a bit from my laughing attack.

“Whatever, I just don’t want to see you hurt and all this partying and stuff isn't good for you. I know since your dad died-“ Honor began to ramble until I cut her off abruptly

“You don’t know shit Honor, your dad is alive and at work. Mine is in the grave and never coming back so why don’t you just fuck off, yeah?” I said rather harshly. This isn’t the first time and although I know it’s wrong and not deserving, it’s too late. Honor just shakes her head before patting my shoulder, kissing my cheek, and walking off back into the sea of bodies.

Now comes the feeling bad mixed with self-doubt and a not so subtle urge to have mind blowing sex. The caveat is there’s only one person who can provide me that. The same person who is the cause of most of my self-doubt. Could we have worked out? Should I have tried more? Was she my forever and we were too scared of that? Fuck it. I pull out my phone and locate her name. All too familiar.

Y/n: hey

It doesn’t take long for her to respond.

Shuri: What do you want, y/n?

Y/n: Shuri I’ve been bad, come get me.

Shuri: We're not together anymore, you need to stop doing this.

Y/n: Please, Shuri. I need you. I'll do anything.

Three dots diced across my screen for a while before disappearing again and again. I started to get nervous. Maybe this time she was serious. Maybe last time was the last time. My thoughts halted as my phone buzzed below me.

Shuri: Stay put. I am on my way.

Y/n: I didn’t tell you where I was?

Read: 1:59 AM

I giggled at the fact that I never had to tell Shuri where to find me, she always knew. Although small, it removed all self doubt by confirming one simple thing, she needs me as much as I need her.

Shuri: Come outside.

2:15 AM

I stood and groaned at the headache starting as I stumbled a bit out of the door. I looked how I felt, my heels ready to come off, one strap of my dress hanging off my shoulder, mascara and glitter falling down under my eyes, and fresh braids in a failing bun. As I made my way out the door, there she was in a black crew neck with her gold chains out, cargo pants hanging snugly on her waist by a belt, fresh 4s on her feet, and curls tightly coiled and sitting beautifully atop her perfect head. Needless to say, she looked heavenly. I looked her up and down while walking towards her.

“Hey baby.” I said as I got closer. She knew what I wanted.

“Get in the car y/n, I’m really not in the mood for your games.” She said through her clenched jaw as she opened my door for me to get in. She’s pissed and honestly it’s killing my vibe.

I got in the car after a lot of stumbling and she made sure I was in before reaching over to buckle me in while my hand went up to play with a loose curl. The side of her face was right in front of mine and if she turned to face me, our lips would be directly aligned. I found my new goal. She stopped moving as I peppered kisses on the side of her jaw. I moved up towards her ear.

“Shuri look at me,” I whispered before nibbling at her earlobe, causing her to turn slowly. I wasted no time, delicately attaching my lips to hers to which she responded as if our lips were magnets. After a few moments I pulled away, a loud smacking sound was proof of our lips releasing one another. False peace surrounded me until she snaked her hand that had clicked my seatbelt up to my neck pushing my head against the headrest. Our eyes locked due to her maneuvers and I saw distinctly how her jaw clenched and unclenched as she tightened her grip causing me to moan in bliss and breathlessness. She closed the distance between our lips and placed hers right on top of mine, breathing against my lips before releasing my neck and rescinding back out of the car to head over to the driver's side. Her strength is unrivaled and although she was holding back a lot, I still gasped for air and breathed heavily trying to get life to return to my lungs again.

She hopped in and began driving with one hand on the wheel while the other rested on her thigh. I tried speaking to her but she had no intention of responding, obviously contemplating on whether or not she’d give into her own temptations or drop me off at my family’s manor. To assist her decision making, I stopped talking and picked up her free hand resting on her thigh, bringing it up to my lips. I took her index and middle finger into my mouth and started sucking lightly. Without looking at me, Shuri quickly put the car on autopilot as she closed her eyes and put her head back exhaling out a call to Bast as the feeling overtook her thoughts.

I could tell that Shuri was falling into my touch more and more, so I continued to suck on her fingers while I trailed my other hand up her thigh, inching closer and closer to her center. I could feel the heat emanating from her, and I knew that she was close to giving in.

Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at me with a dark, lustful gaze. "Do you know just how much power you hold?" she growled, her voice low and commanding of an answer.

I shivered with anticipation as she leaned over and kissed me fiercely, leaving no room for me to respond as her hands began roaming over my body.

She pulled away briefly to whisper in my ear, "When we get to the hotel, you're going to strip for me. And then, you're going to get on your knees and show me how badly you want me."

I couldn't help but moan at her words, feeling the rush I’d been craving for so long spread through my body. I knew that I was completely under her control as she was under mine and I loved every second of it.

As we arrived at the hotel, I followed her lead, stripping off my short dress and standing before her completely naked in nothing but my heels. As I bent down to remove the shoes, Shuri grabbed my face and brought my face to look up at hers as my body was still hunched down. She got close, breath tickling my face, “leave those on pretty girl.” She released my face as I got back up.

She sat down on the end of the bed and gestured for me to come closer. I got down to kneel on the carpeted floor in front of her, in between her legs, my heart racing with pure excitement.

Shuri leaned forward, trailing her fingers through my braids before coming down the side of my face and tapping on my lips with her thumb as her fingers cupped my jaw. She whispered softly, her words contrasting,"You've been a bad girl tonight, haven't you?"

I nodded, my breath catching in my throat as she continued, "Well, you remember what happens when you’ve been a bad girl, don't you? You get punished."

Shuri unbuckled her belt with one hand, the sound of the metal clasp echoed in the room as she removed her pants and threw them to the side. She leaned back on the bed, resting her arms behind her head as she spread her legs and gave me a command I know well, "Qala."(start).

Without hesitation, I obeyed her command, using my fingers to spread her folds apart and licked her clit. I could feel her body tense up, her moans filling the room as she grabbed onto my braids, pulling me closer.

I used my tongue to explore every inch of her, enjoying the taste of her and the feeling of her body writhing under me. Shuri's breathing became heavier as she approached her climax, her moans getting louder and more urgent.

As I continued to pleasure her, Shuri's words became filthier and more commanding, making my need for her grow even stronger. She pulled my hair harder, forcing me to put more pressure on her clit as she moaned, "That's it, usana. Keep sucking just like that."

Her words were like music to my ears, and I eagerly followed her lead, doing everything she asked of me. "Faster," she commanded breathlessly and wanting to just please her, I increased the pace of my tongue, feeling her body tense up even more.

"You love pleasing me, don't you?" she asked, and I moaned in response, my mouth still buried between her legs. "I bet you could do this all night, couldn't you?"

My only response was to continue licking and sucking on her clit, wanting nothing more than to please her and make her cum. The problem is that Shuri likes vocality, thus she intensified her grip on my braids and pulled my face, covered in her essence, away from her clit and looked me deep in my eyes, “Answer me when I speak to you.”

“Yes, I can.” I responded dazed and missing her taste.

“Open,” she said after being pleased with my answer. She slid two fingers on her other hand into my awaiting mouth. Immediately I closed my mouth around them and shut my eyes, enjoying the feel of her as I sucked on them. She hissed in pleasure before sticking both fingers down my throat further causing me to choke on them.

“That’s it nkosazana, take it. Take it for me,” she said before biting her lip. Little does she know, I’d do anything to please her. After a few moments more, she removed her fingers and laid back down while navigating me back to her clit, “Finish what you started.” She said while loosening the grip on my braids and relaxing back into the bed while I mercilessly sucked on her clit before moving down to her gaping hole. This sent Shuri over and her body tensed up one last time as she let out a loud moan and she reached her climax.

As she came down from her high, she pushed me away from her and got up from the bed, a satisfied smile on her face. "You look so beautiful with my cum dripping down your face like that," she said as she swiped some off the side of my mouth and moved her hand down to massage it into one of my erect nipples, eliciting a moan from me, "we're far from done.”

She picked me up off the ground effortlessly, my knees numb from the ribbed carpet, the pattern ingrained into my skin. She laid me on the bed looking into my blown pupils as she leaned down, lips right against my ear.

"You're mine, usana. Mine to use however I please, don’t ever forget that." she whispered, her breath hot against my ear.

“Mmmm, yes panther, only yours.” This was our declaration of belonging. We may struggle to commit into a relationship but oh how we can commit our bodies to be strictly used by each other in ways that would make even the devil himself shy.

She moved her body, climbing on top of me and pinning my arms above my head. I could feel her breath on my neck as she kissed and nibbled at my skin, leaving a trail of marks behind.

Shuri's lips moved lower and lower, leaving a trail of kisses down my chest and stomach. She stopped briefly to swirl her tongue around my nipples, eliciting another moan from my lips. Her fingers trailed down my sides, teasing me with a light touch.

"You're so wet for me," she whispered, her voice husky. "Do you like it when I tease you like this?"

"Yes," I gasped out, arching my back to press myself closer to her.

She chuckled darkly, trailing her fingers down to the apex of my thighs. She spread them apart, exposing me completely to her gaze. "Mmm, you're so pretty," she murmured, before leaning down to press her mouth against my center.

I cried out as her tongue flicked over my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. She sucked on it lightly, before moving her mouth down to tease my entrance with her tongue. I could feel her fingers trailing over my inner thighs, teasing me with a light touch.

"You're so tight," she murmured, her voice vibrating against my skin. "I missed how you taste."

She pushed her tongue inside me, making me cry out in pleasure. She worked me over expertly, using her tongue and fingers to drive me closer and closer to the edge. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and began begging to cum.

“Ugh Shuri plea- pleaseplease baby right there” I slurred, heavily under the influence of my favorite drug.

As I begged to cum, Shuri suddenly moved her mouth away and smacked my clit, making me yelp in pain and pleasure. "You don't get to cum yet," she said, her voice low and dominant. "Bad girls don’t deserve to cum without acknowledging their mistakes."

She pulled away from me completely, leaving me gasping and on the brink of orgasm. I watched her pluck a kimoyo bead from her bracelet before slowly placing it directly on my clit. The bead began vibrating at an intensity I could not fathom. I screamed and Shurl, in contrast to the sounds I was making, got up and undressed herself fully, revealing her toned body, a genuine work of Bast. My eyes widened as she watched me struggle, fully naked, as if I wasn’t ready to break at any second.

"Don't you dare cum," she warned me, as she climbed back on top of me. "Not until you apologize, pretty girl."

She traced her fingers over my body, driving me to the edge over and over again, but always pulling away before I could cum. The bead buzzed relentlessly against my clit, driving me wild with anticipation.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and my body began to convulse with pleasure, “I don't think you understand usana, I am not asking you, this is a command from your queen.” That broke me into exactly what she wanted.

“OH FUCKKK!! I’m sorry baby, i’m sooo so sorryyy. This pussy is yourss foreverr and I can be a good girl for you and mhmhmh just like thatt-” I stopped my slurred speech given the new addition to my struggle.

“Keep going baby girl, you’re doing so good” She said, dipping two fingers deep inside as the bead continued to send me to heaven.

“Ohmygoshohmygosh babyy I liedd, I just want you and only youuu, forever pantherr!”

“Tell me what you want” She said, moving her fingers impossibly deeper and faster, sending me to the edge while I screamed in frustration.

“I want you backk” I slurred as I began to see stars.

“That’s my good girl,” Shuri said, placing her unoccupied thumb on my bottom lip, slightly tugging.

“I can’t hold it anymore” I spoke half conscious.

“I know, pretty girl” Shuri said, speed not faltering, but just as I was about to cum, Shuri pulled the bead and her fingers away, leaving me gasping and frustrated as I came back down.

Shuri moved down to my clit again and this time, she spread my legs wide open, exposing my glistening wet center to her.

"Fuck, gimmie that baby," she commanded, her voice firm and authoritative although in a whisper.

Without hesitation, I bucked forward and she began to lick at my clit, her tongue swirling around it in tight circles.I moaned loudly, my fingers tangling in her hair as I rocked my hips against her mouth.

"That's it, baby," Shuri moaned, her fingers coming up to join her mouth. “Just like that."

I continued to moan louder, her tongue driving me wild, straight towards my desperate climax. I bucked my hips harder against her, moaning and gasping as she brought me closer and closer to the edge.

"You're doing so good," she panted, my fingers tightening in her now messy curls. "Do you want to cum, baby?"

"Yes," I moaned loudly, the vibrations of her words against my clit.

"Mmm, cum on face princess," she said, her voice low and sultry. "You look so pretty like this for me."

With a loud cry, I arched my back and came hard against her mouth. Shuri lapped up my juices, her tongue not missing a beat as she made sure to drink up every drop of my orgasm. I collapsed onto the bed, panting and shaking from the intense pleasure.

As I lay there, panting and recovering from my intense orgasm, Shuri leaned over me, caressing my cheek with one hand and running the other through my hair.

"You're mine, pretty girl," she whispered, her voice filled with possessiveness. "Only mine."

I smiled up at her, feeling the effects of my favorite drug, nothing compares to this high.

Shuri gets up and I watch her move graciously, disappearing into another room as I stare up at the ceiling. Whenever Shuri and I have sex, it never fails that I end up confessing things I swore to never confess, such as the fact that I am not really over her, at least not over the thought of her under someone else.

“What are you thinking about?” Shuri leaned up against the door frame across from the bed as she watched me like prey.

“You with someone else.” I admitted boldly. It’s her, she just makes me want to talk with her addictive ass.

“Does that scare you?” She asks with no emotion gracing her words.

“No.” I lied.

“Mmm, so it wouldn’t bother you if I told you I’m getting married soon?” She asked as if the question were as simple as asking my favorite color or the time. I jumped up, my high vanishing.

“Are you fucking serious right now? Shuri we just fucked and you tell me now you got a fiance? What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Shuri walked closer to me, emotionless, as she climbed on the bed cupping my face and staring into my eyes.

“For someone who isn’t scared, the fear in your voice is heavy.” She smirked and I smacked her chest, barely fazing her.

“That’s not funny, I thought you were serious.” I said looking away.

“I thought we didn’t lie to each other.” She spit back out.

“I need a drink.” I dismissed her question as I slipped out of her grip and off the bed. I began looking around the expensive hotel room, finally noticing the intricacy of it. The carpet on the floor was of highest quality with beautiful patterns ingrained into it, the bed has eggshell colored satin sheets, and there was conveniently a bar with a giant mirror behind it, reflecting me and Shuri, right across from us on the other end of the room next to the door for the bathroom, the room she just came back from. The ceiling looked expensive, which ironically makes a huge difference in a space, especially one that she is inhabiting. This room was fit for a queen, at least for the night. I made my way to the bar, still naked in nothing but heels.

“Convenient of you to get a room with a bar.” I said sarcastically as I leaned over the bar and grabbed an expensive looking bottle and a glass. I poured a drink out and turned around, leaning against the bar, seeing Shuri sitting, manspread on the edge of the large bed with her head tilted a bit while she studied me.

“I know my audience.” She answered back with as much enthusiasm. I smirked before taking a sip, never moving my eyes from hers. After a few moments, Shuri stood and walked over to me, never once breaking eye contact. She took the glass out of my hand with one hand and finished the drink in one sip before placing the glass down on the bar while the other snaked around my waist as she settled in between my legs.

“Stop doing that” I said to her, quite irritated.

“You’re going to have to be more specific” She said smirking while moving down to kiss my cheek. I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply.

“Stop reading me like I’m one of your blueprints.” I said meekly as she moved down to suck on my neck.

“I’ll stop that when you stop opening those pretty legs for me,” She started as she moved the hand once holding my now finished drink to the part that so desperately screamed for her between my legs. “But you and I both know that day will never come.”

“Don’t tease me” I threw my head back feeling her fingers slip through my folds with ease as she acquainted herself with the space I really needed her to grace with her touch.

“You want me to stop teasing you?” Shuri asked as she continued to stroke me with her fingers before nipping at my earlobe. "You're mine to play with, you know?"

I moaned as she worked me over with her fingers, my body arching into her touch. "Fuck, Shuri yes," I gasped out. "Please, I need you." I moaned, feeling myself getting wetter by the second.

“That’s what I thought.” Shuri smirked before flipping me over to face the mirror behind the bar. “Look at yourself,” she commanded as she left. I watched in the mirror as she disappeared from my line of sight, the anticipation building in my body. My reflection was one that confused me. Had I not been the only person reflected in the mirror, I would've never thought it was me. My disheveled appearance from earlier turned into this fucked out appearance that looked on the verge of breaking.

When she returned, I could see the glint of metal and purple streaks attached to her body in the mirror as she held it in her hand. My heart raced as she showed me her special-made strap, a tool she has used to fuck me senseless many times. Although I am very familiar with her invention, this one seems a bit different from the last time we used it.

"See this?" she said, tapping the tip of the strap against my ass, making eye contact with me in the mirror. "This is going to make you feel so good."

I moaned as she slid the strap into me, her movements slow and deliberate. I watched in the mirror as she fucked me relentlessly against the bar, her hips slamming into mine with each thrust.

"You like that, don't you?" she growled, her voice low and commanding. "You like being my little slut."

I nodded, unable to speak as the pleasure consumed me. Shuri continued to fuck me, her pace quickening until I was on the brink of coming undone.

"You want to cum for me?" she commanded, her fingers digging into my hips. "Cum for me and watch yourself in the mirror."

I did as she asked, my body shaking as the pleasure washed over me. I watched in the mirror as Shuri smirked at me, her eyes alight with satisfaction.

"Good girl," she said, pulling out of me and patting my ass. "Now go lay on the bed. We're not done yet." She said as she picked up the expensive bottle of liquor I poured my glass from and took a long sip, watching me walk towards the bed.

As I sat down, I laid back while my legs still dangled, open, off the end of the bed. I popped my head up a bit to see Shuri walking over with the bottle. She walked between my legs while leaning a bit forward and gently grabbing my jaw with her free hand. She brought my face closer while staring at my lips before positioning the bottle there for me to sip. She tilted the bottle back with my head and I took giant gulps as my nose scrunched at the taste of the smooth liquor sliding down my throat.

“This is what you want, isn’t it? You want me to treat you like this and then kiss it better?” She said as she eased the bottle out of my mouth. With one final big swallow, I looked at her and smiled smugly.

“You fall for it everytime.” I say, trying to keep the upper hand. My attempts failed as the smugness fled my face at her next words.

“Oh, nkosazana,” she said, placing the bottle down on the carpet and caressing my thigh. “I don’t fall for anything. I know exactly what I want, and I take it.”

With that, she leaned in and captured my lips in a heated kiss, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. I moaned into the kiss, my body responding to her touch as she pulled away. She trickled her fingers down my side until both hands gripped tightly onto both sides of my waist. She hoisted me up off the bed and sat down in my place before turning me to face the mirror behind the bar before bringing me down to sit on her bare thigh, a few inches away from the strap made specifically to fuck me into oblivion.

“Look at how beautiful you are,” she said, a glint in her eye as she pumped her nimble fingers up and down the shaft of the special made strap, hissing at the sensation. “I could cum just from the sight. Bast. You’re breathtaking.” Shuri groaned in my ear as I bit my lip, watching her grip the strap tighter and pump a bit faster.

“You want to make me cum again, pretty girl?” She asked, voice raspy, on the edge.

“Please Panther” I gasped and moaned out at the same time.

“I can feel you throbbing, usana.” Shuri moved her hand holding my waist down, to the front of my entrance, begging for more. I involuntarily bucked up some and Shuri chuckled as I whined at the lack of contact as she moved her hand back to my thigh. After toying a bit with my inner thighs, she moved back over to my glistening entrance before teasing a finger in before taking it out completely, driving me crazy.

“Shuri pleaseee, I am ready I promise.” I whined as she used both hands to spread my legs more before easily picking me up and bringing me back closer into her chest. While lifted, Shuri teased my entrance with the strap before sliding in with no hands slowly. I moaned out in surprise and adjusted to the size and position of the toy. Sooner rather than later, Shuri started going at animalistic speeds as our hips slapped together. My legs molded perfectly to her preferences and she moved her hands up to cup my tits as they bounced hard due to her set speed.

“SHURI FUCCCCKKK!!! Don’t stop babybaby pleaseee.” I slurred.

“Fuccckk Y/n. Take every inch baby. Take it for me,” She slurred back a bit.

“In you or in your mouth?” she said as one hand moved up to my neck and squeezed as I was now making eye contact with Shuri in the mirror as I bounced hard all over the accessory kissing my cervix.

“Mhmmmm in me, I want to feel your cum in me.” I said, staring into her soul. This did it for her as one more big thrust led to a warm feeling spilling into, what felt like, my stomach.

“That’s it baby, cum with me. Take this dick.” She moaned loud into my ear, screaming my name a few times before I came hard as she left little thrusts and one long one in me, keeping the toy deep inside as we panted and glistened with sweat. She let go of my neck, removing a sense of balance I needed. She kissed me sweetly after and finally lifted me up off the strap before laying me on the bed and coming up behind me to hold onto me as I caught my breath and my high was at its all time peak. Shuri kissed up my back and then down my numb thighs before settling at my ankles and removing the heels she wanted me to keep on as she fucked me senselessly. She threw the shoes on the ground and kissed my sore ankles before she resumed her position on the bed behind me, leaving a few kisses on my shoulder as her damp curls caressed my face.

We sat like this for a moment, her leaning against the headboard as she brought me up between her legs to sit in between her thighs as my back was aligned with her front.

“We need to stop meeting like this, you know?” I said teasingly as if I didn’t initiate it. Shuri began rubbing soothingly into my thighs and just as I relaxed into her touch, she popped my thigh causing my eyes to nearly run out of their sockets due to sheer surprise.

“Shuri!” I slightly yelled, still dazed from our previous ordeals.

“I don’t appreciate this back and forth game” Shuri said softly but in a stern voice as she resumed rubbing my thigh.

“Then stop playing it” I responded back sarcastically. Her hand trickled up from my thigh to my throat. She brought my head gently back against her shoulder while gripping sternly on my neck, her panther strength showing. She used her hand that gripped my neck to steer my head to face her while it rested on her shoulder. Her expression was clear as day, exhaustion.

“I don’t need to play the game when I’ve already won. I just entertain your delusions that make you believe you’re winning. However, the game is over, I’m tired.” She looked me straight in the eyes, knowing this is my weak spot. Eye contact with the Queen has always caused me to falter in speech and accept the fact that she is correct.

“So?” I asked meekly, trying to move my gaze but each time, she found it and brought the attention back to her. The power Shuri holds is unmatched. I’m tired of playing too and she knows that. Shuri knows that with simple words or even no words, I’d be hers again even if we were doomed to fail. At least we would enjoy the one thing we always get right without any guilt.

She looked into my eyes a bit longer before she released her grip on my neck and slid her hand down my body, teasing me with her touch as she traced a path down to my aching clit. She circled it with her finger, making me gasp and arch my back in pleasure and overstimulation.

"You're still so wet for me," she whispered, her breath sending shivers down my spine. "Tell me the truth. Do you really want to continue playing these games."

"No, I just want you," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.

Shuri chuckled softly as she continued to tease me, her fingers dancing across my sensitive flesh. "You're always making things so difficult when all you had to do was say that.” She watched me writhe and whimper softly, unsatisfied with my volume. “Hmmm? I can’t hear you begging, pretty girl."

"Shuri, please, I want to be yours just- more pleaseee," I moaned, my body trembling with need.

She didn't hesitate any longer, plunging her fingers deep inside of me and thrusting deep and sensually. I gasped as Shuri's fingers filled me, the sudden intrusion sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. She held me tightly against her as she continued to thrust, her movements growing more intense with each passing moment. These thrusts were different, more calculated and filled with emotion.

"Is this what you wanted?" she growled, her voice dripping with dominance. "To be used by me, to be owned by me?"

"Yes, Shuri, yes," I moaned, unable to form coherent words as the pleasure consumed me.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, "You're mine, every inch of you. I'm going to remind you again and again."

Her words sent me over the edge, my body convulsing as an intense orgasm washed over me. Shuri didn't let up, her fingers driving me to new heights of pleasure as she continued to ingrain the sentiment into me.

I screamed her name, my voice echoing in the room as I succumbed to the overwhelming sensations. Shuri held onto me tightly, her grip on my body unyielding as she pushed me to the edge once again.

Finally, with one last thrust, she brought me to the brink of ecstasy once more. I cried out her name as I came undone, squirting uncontrollably, fighting unconsciousness, my body trembling in her arms.

Shuri held me as I caught my breath, her touch soothing and comforting. We stayed intertwined, our bodies connected in the aftermath of our intense rendezvous.

"You're mine, Y/N," she whispered against my skin, her words a promise and a possession. "And I'm not letting you go."

I smirked, knowing deep down that I didn't want to be let go. We may have played our games, but in the end, we were drawn to each other like magnets, unable to resist the pull of our desires.

In that moment, as we lay there, entangled in each other's arms, I realized that no matter how the game played out, Shuri is the only person who makes me feel this way and I am more than willing to surrender to her completely. The drugs, alcohol and meaningless distractions only work but so long and in the end, she’s the only thing I want when I’m coming down.

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UH OKAY DUST X REAPER AND/OR SWAPFELL X NIGHTMARE? AHEUUEHA

omfg i love you i’m jumping at the chance to look at dust x reaper i better see some art somewhere in this fandom OUGH ok

well, dust’s died like how many times now, lets just assume they’ve ENCOUNTERED one another yeah?

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reaper feels bad for him. he isn’t even allowed to actually die, just experience death over and over, only to be thrust back into this torturous cycle.

imagine dust dying in the hall, he’s stumbling away and he just. sees the grim reaper. and he’s like oh shit. well then. *gets thrown back whenever they decide to reset*

reaper visiting a lot because, well, he’s dying a lot, he’s probably gotta. imagine a scenario where they actually get to talk. but its so so brief, dust is never dead very long, and reaper probably shouldn’t interfere otherwise…

(he’d also, be witnessing the deaths of the aus other residence, which. interesting. wonder what they have to say about things. and what reapers response may be.)

(of course this is assuming they interact after death, which i think makes sense with common depictions of the reaper at least)

dust probably chalks him up to a vision he’s having, or hallucination, when he dies, but maybe when he’s given more time, they can have broken up conversations.

like hey, mid sentence he gets thrown back into the land of the living, but HEY! next time he dies, just pick up the convo like nothing happened. “Anyways as i was sayin-“

Another thing to think about is just how SIMILAR dust is to geno. and most of us are afterdeath junkies i think💀

like, dust and geno have VERY similar motivations and go to similar lengths (think of error even)

i think of reaper could come to respect genos desires and motives, he’d feel the same towards dust. reaper always strikes me as a really lonely person, and dust is too for obvious reasons.

i’m imagining a scenario where reaper is just. real bored of just watching. so he starts like following dust around so he can see him. and dusts like ah. cool. fucking phantom ass to add to the list. i’m imagining reaper telling him like no, i’m very real dude, and dust is like haha ok, lemme touch you then

…for obvious reasons he can’t let him touch him💀💥 but that would probably make dust assume he is in fact a hallucination. but that’s ok. he’s an ODDLY nice hallucination.

maybe he even reminds him of the river person🤷🏽‍♀️

anyways, reaper just having convo, dust finding he likes it, it’s pleasant chatter to listen to, and then he’s like damn i really am sick, why am i so attached to this weird ass hallucination

(i’m just idea dumping so hard i apologize.)

reaper would find his conviction kinda cute, if not slightly frustrating. like bro, out here denying my existence, wtf💔

i wonder, if reaper can touch him when”” when he’s in the space of death, temporarily.

that would be cool :,))

if reaper doesn’t show up for a while and comes back dust just, getting happier, he’s got someone to talk to again that isn’t a dead friend or relative he’s killed multiple times.

i imagine dust has seen “death” enough times that, in life, he can “see death” (reaper)

they gain this weird little affection for eachother ok💔 a selfish part of reaper hopes dust will always get reset…so he can come talk to him

but part of him is also disgusted by the hope that he’s able to just. be laid to rest. what can be done yk?

YOU COULD MAKE THIS SO ANGSTY WHERE LIKE the anomaly suddenly

stops!

and dust is actually on his way to wherever you’d go when you die

imagine, reaper just. guiding him away to whatever afterlife or lack thereof, carrying his soul away and having to let him go. no more coming back.

cries

or yk, we can imagine a scenario where dust gets out of the loop, and they continue to see eachother and have their weird little friendship (?)

dust is like “i’ve seen death, he’s over my shoulder as i walk, whispers in my ear as i lie awake at night. death awaits my presence, and i deaths. i’ve felt the touch of death, and it was unbearably sweet , a feeling i will forever long for”

*horror from whoever he’s speaking to*

meanwhile reaper is just like, telling stupid jokes in his ear and giggling over someone’s stupid outfit, gossiping about the other gods and making dust look crazy laughing at stupid shit

i wonder if reaper could potentially see dusts phantoms, it’s a fun idea. they aren’t REALLY there, but dusts magic is kind of projecting them i imagine, and reaper has seen them when they die. i just imagine him shooing them away for dust, and he’s like naw man pay attention to me instead *slutty little strut*

you could interpret the way death even works a million different ways and have a bunch of different potential even. what if dust were to die and reaper…DOESNT guide his soul away. what if he keeps him. maybe dust wants that. they could “be together”.

maybe there’s an afterlife, and reaper is able to cross the gap. who knows. lots of potential.

they both have hoodies >:3 idc if that doesn’t mean anything

i feel like reapers dark humor would almost comfort dust lmao, it kinda lightens the load for him. reaper can assure dust that their souls are…ok. they’re at peace.

reaper is just happy to feel so validated and seen all the sudden

he can help dust understand how life really works

ironic huh. the essence of death being the thing that gives you a will to live.

just imagine in a time he’s died, reaper not being able to help himself. he just comes in for a hug. and both of them need it so badly. when dust is alive, he CANT touch him.

they both think about that hug a lot <//3

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xxsycamore · 14 days

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And my last prompt, we gotta go with the best boy, Napoleon (you might have heard of him, he's a handsome vampire now, I believe. An Ikemen Vampire, if you will.)

And, let's play with his hair, shall we? Maybe as an early morning sleepy cuddle activity. Bonus points with forehead kisses.

oh Wow, who's that handsome vampire...? I gotta check him out... *visibly vibrating*

[🤲] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙽𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚘𝚗 , 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚢…

NAPOLEON:

As soon as you open your eyes for the new day, your gaze searches for the wall clock - senses not fully awake to realize it's your day off, yet awake enough to fall into this familiar routine of hurrying, hurrying, hurrying...

And how wrong is that? When you have something by your side that is much more pleasant to look at first thing in the morning; the epitome of tranquility that pulls you in a world where time doesn't exist when it comes to having a good night's sleep. So you indulge in the sight.

Napoleon feels you nuzzling closer as you nose at his open cleavage. He's an enigma to you - sounds do nothing to wake him up, nudging him awake is just as futile, you can pull at his sheets until he rolls down to the hard wooden floor and he'd continue his sleep right there. Yet when you cuddle closer to him, his subconscious always cuddles you back. It tricks you into thinking he's maybe awake, so you talk to him, or like now, caress him softly there and there, play with his hair...

It results in something funny.

"Mmm... Five more minutes..."

You pause your movements, dark hair strands poking out between your fingers, and you laugh at him. I'm not trying to wake you up this time, dummy, I'm just being affectionate!

You sweep his locks out of his face and backward, curiously taking notice of where the white starts in his roots... he's very handsome with his forehead exposed. You play with his hair some more, imagining how he'll look with it sleeked back, or, maybe locks partially combed to the right. Or to the left? It is decided - for the next ball Comte invites you both to, you'll be giving Napoleon a new hairstyle!

You seal the promise with a kiss. A forehead kiss.

Napoleon answers with grumpiness, the thin slits of his eyes parting ever so slightly to reveal clear aquamarine eyes glaring almost offendedly at you. He's squinting, eyebrows knit together, face overly sour. It's his usual reaction to being woken up, it's nothing personal.

"Quit it already, will you? I said I'm waking up."

Aww, refusing cuddles and kisses? You gotta remind him of this later when he properly wakes up and starts asking for the very same thing he so rudely pushed you away for! But first, you'll love him some more.

∎ (CLOSED) Steal My Heart!! - xxsycamore’s 1500 followers celebration event | 💌 event masterlist

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp napoleon #ikemen vampire napoleon #ikemen napoleon #otome #otome games #steal my heart!! xxsycamore's 1500 followers celebration event

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donquixotehomura · 2 months

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Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader Relaxation

Master List

Pre-established relationship, fluff, Doffy being soft, reader is gender ambiguous, reader taking care of Doffy, reader is very ambiguous actually, I HC then as the same age and having been together since their twenties but this fic doesn't have anything alluding to any of that so you can think about it however you want.

In the heart of Dressrosa, the facade of joy and freedom shown to the Kingdom concealed the intricate planning and power orchestrated by Donquixote Doflamingo, amidst the schemes and planning, you stood by his side, not just as a normal family member but as a partner, as someone who understood the complexities of his heart.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the two of you retreated to the privacy of your shared quarters. The air shifted, shedding the weight of the day's responsibilities. Doflamingo's stern demeanor softened, revealing a vulnerability reserved for you alone, the room became a haven, a sanctuary where the masks of the ruthless pirate and cunning ruler could be set aside.

You approached him, your hands skilled from countless nights of relieving his tension. The soft glow of candles illuminated the room as you worked your magic, massaging away the stresses that clung to his shoulders.

Doflamingo, normally stoic and unyielding, melted into the touch, his guard lowering with each knead of your fingers.

"You know," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, "you have a way of making me forget the chaos out there."

You smiled, understanding the weight of his words. The massages weren't just physical relief, they were a ritual of intimacy, a language spoken in the silent moments. As your hands continued their dance, the room echoed with a quiet symphony of shared affection.

When the massages concluded, you both settled into a comforting embrace. The boundaries between family/partners and lovers blurred in the soft glow of the candles. The armor of power and influence that surrounded Doflamingo crumbled, revealing the man who found solace in your arms.

Cuddling close, the world outside vanished, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of shared warmth. As the night unfolded, your whispered conversations and tender touches became a testament to the love that transcended the intricacies of power and ambition.

In the stillness of the night, Doflamingo, once the puppet master of a grand design, found his sanctuary in the simplicity of your love. The silent retreat to your shared bedroom became a ritual of healing, a reminder that even in the tumultuous seas of the Pirate world and great ambition, there existed an anchor—each other.

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He looks adorable in this gif (it isn't mine and I'm not sure where I got it from, probably from another Doffy fic here)

Tell me what you think, I know this is short but it's a beginning ig, I can't figure out a style for myself yet but I'll get there, apologies if this sucked haha

This is my beginning on the road of fanfics, I always get a ton of ideas and never write them cause I don't really know how to word them well and my anxiety is through the roof 🥲, anyways here we go I hope this is good, I'll try to keep my fangirl heart at bay but I can't with this horrible lovely adorable man (is this my daddy issues? Maybe)

Do I sound too philosophical? Should I go for more causal? Idk my brain is either this or can't even form a sentence (it's either ADHD thing or I'm just stupid haha)

#donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo x reader #donquixote family #Donquixote doflamingo fluff #doflamingo fluff #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fluff

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 2 months

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Galileo Galilei Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. This is just a rough translation. Not proofread.

Mitsuki: "Is this a Blanc flower!?"

My eyes were glued to the picture of the flower in the book.

(It looks similar. It's the same as the flower I saw in that garden.)

Comte: "You won't find them at normal flower shops, and they don't bloom in places where people can easily see them."

Comte: "Only vampires know about the existence of this flower."

(Only vampires?)

Mitsuki: "So this flower is incredibly rare, huh?"

Comte: "Yes. In fact, some vampires secretly cultivate them."

Comte: "Although it's just a substitute, for us vampires, the Blanc is the only thing that can serve as nourishment."

Mitsuki: "So, do you have these flowers somewhere too?"

Comte playfully smiled and put his index finger to his lips.

Comte: "Who knows? Maybe?"

After finishing work, I headed to the mansion's garden, where the flowers that Sebastian and I were tending were swaying lazily in the breeze.

(I wonder if the flowers in the garden where Professor Maury was were Blancs. Or just similar?)

(If it really is Blanc, given its rarity, that would mean it's intentionally being cultivated.)

(A flower known only to vampires...)

As I pondered, the words we exchanged came back to me.

------------Flashback-----------

Maury: "You said the other day that stopping by that garden was just a coincidence." Maury: "I ask again. Is that true?"

(Was he checking to see if it was a coincidence that I went to the garden because those flowers were blancs?)

(Also...)

Maury: “What’s the point if I don’t stop the bleeding? Or are you going to leave it dripping everywhere?” Maury: “It’s annoying to have the smell lingering around.”

---------Flashback Ends--------

(Can you even smell blood from an injury of that size?)

I started noticing trivial things and began connecting the dots.

(Is Professor Maury a vampire?)

(Maybe Drake, who lives with him, is also the same. Or maybe I'm overthinking it.)

(They say that some vampires live among humans.)

(Even if they are both vampires, it's not my place to interfere.)

As possibilities raced through my mind, I suddenly remembered the red flowers blooming in the garden.

(That reminds me... ever since I visited that garden, I started dreaming about being a dhampir.)

The moment I saw the deep crimson flowers, I suddenly felt dizzy.

(If that was the trigger, then is there any connection between the garden and my dreams?)

Several days have passed since I started questioning things.

(I couldn't help but be curious, so I came here.)

Wanting to confirm if the Blanc flowers are related to my dreams, I visited Professor Maury and Drake's house once again.

Nobody answered the front door, so I circled to the inner garden and was greeted by the same gorgeous, pure white flowers.

Mitsuki: "Hello, Professor Maury? Drake, are you guys here?"

Getting no response, I crouched down and stared at the flowers.

(They're just like the ones in the book. These are indeed Blanc flowers.)

Despite my hesitation, I continued toward the back of the garden, where the red flowers were densely clustered.

(Comte told me the flowers are white, but why are the petals red only in this area?)

(It's as if they've absorbed blood.)

I pictured the image of Professor Maury with empty eyes, eating the red flowers.

Then, at that moment,

Maury: "What are you doing here?"

Mitsuki: "!"

I turned around at the cold, sharp voice and saw Professor Maury.

Mitsuki: "I'm sorry, I went to the front door a moment ago, but..."

Maury: "Answer the question. Why are you here again?"

Mitsuki: "Because I wanted to see these flowers."

Maury: "Why?

(Why?)

Faced with these questions, I hesitantly decided to speak up.

Mitsuki: "I've been having strange dreams."

Maury: "Dreams?"

Mitsuki: "Since I came to this garden, I've been having nightmares."

Mitsuki: "I thought there might be some connection, so I came to check."

Maury: "You think your nightmares are because of these flowers?"

Mitsuki: "I think it's possible."

Maury: "On what basis?"

Mitsuki: "It's merely a small similarity, but..."

(The dreams and the Blanc flowers are both related to vampires.)

Maury: "So you have an idea based on something, even if it's uncertain."

I shrank before him as his frown deepened.

Maury: "I'd like to say it's just a coincidence, but I'm more interested in the coincidences that happen to you."

Mitsuki: "Eh?"

Maury: "Tell me about the dream you had."

He frowned when he saw that I was surprised.

Maury: "What's wrong? Are you lying about the dreams?"

Mitsuki: "No, I'm not lying. It's just that… It's not a very pleasant dream."

I proceeded to tell him about the dreams I'd had so far.

How I became a being called a dhampir, how I was targeted by humans and vampires, and how I eventually lost my life.

Maury: "........."

After I finished speaking, he fell silent.

His expression revealed nothing about what he might be thinking.

(He's a scholar, so he might think it's absurd.)

Mitsuki: "I'm sorry for rambling on. Maybe I was overthinking about connecting dreams and reality."

Mitsuki: "It's just 'a dream' after all, right?"

As I said this, he gazed at me.

Maury: "Do you think it's just a dream?"

(What does he mean?)

I recalled the details of the dream, and my chest tightened again.

Mitsuki: "I want it to be just a dream."

Mitsuki: "Because if those were real, it would be too sad."

Mitsuki: "I couldn't do anything in my dream, but if something like that happened right in front of me, I would help the dhampirs and their families."

Maury: "Help them?"

For some reason, his voice becomes even lower.

(Professor Maury?)

Maury: "Do you think you can save those Dhampirs?"

Maury: "Do you think you can save them from persecution and their eventual disappearance with your own hands?"

The atmosphere around him now clearly carried a sense of frustration.

Facing this, I was bewildered.

Mitsuki: "Regardless of who they are, if someone is suffering, I want to help them."

Mitsuki: "I won't abandon them."

Mitsuki: "Have you never wanted to help someone?"

Maury: "........."

(You were the one who called it foolish when the puppy was being bullied.)

(Even if it was out of obligation, you still treated my injury. I'm pretty sure you still care about people.)

He lowered his gaze slightly.

Maury: "What can you even do?"

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

The moment he said those words, he tightly grasped my wrist.

Mitsuki: "Professor Maury!?"

Maury: "Come with me. So you can see how shallow your words are."

Feeling his cold hand like a shackle, I was half-dragged and taken deeper into the building.

After a while, we arrived at a place where there was...

Mitsuki: "Is this...?"

(A door that transcends time and space!?)

Although the atmosphere was slightly different, its structure closely resembled the one in the mansion.

(But there's no way it's the same.)

Maury: "You should know well what this door is."

(---!)

His words seemed to affirm that this was indeed the same type of door found in the mansion and the ancient castle.

Mitsuki: "What are you talking about?"

Maury: "There's probably one in the mansion where you live as well."

(How does he know about the mansion?)

(Does he also know that the residents are vampires?)

(Just who is this guy?)

He is a university professor who can be somewhat intimidating but reasonable. And for some reason, he occasionally seems to exude a sense of sorrow.

As if the impressions I had held about him until now were being painted over in black, I found myself unable to understand the person before me.

Still in shock, he reached for the door.

Mitsuki: "Wait! Are you planning to go through it!?"

Maury: "That's right."

Without waiting for my response, he opened the door.

The space beyond it was distorted, like the one in the mansion, but...

(Huh!?)

The moment he stepped through, the mist cleared, revealing a hallway.

Mitsuki: "Why?"

Maury: "If you don't want to be thrown into an unfamiliar place, don't let go of my hand."

Why was there a door? Why did the space suddenly stabilize?

Without understanding any of it, Professor Maury and I arrived at...

Mitsuki: "A forest?"

(But somehow, this place feels familiar.)

Girl: *pant, pant, pant*

Father: "This way, let's run this way!"

At that moment, my eyes widened after seeing the figures coming out of the forest.

(Those two!)

A man was desperately running, with a girl following him behind.

The man was no doubt the "father" I had seen in my first dream.

And the girl was “me.”

(I was that girl in the dream.)

(Why am I seeing the same scene as in the dream?)

(Wait. If it’s the same as in my dream, then the vampire hunters...)

I felt a chill run down my spine as I remembered the scene ahead.

Mitsuki: “Professor Maury! That family, they’re being chased. We have to help them!”

Maury: “It’s futile.”

He said it coldly as I instinctively tried to rush out.

Mitsuki: “Why?”

Maury: “This is the past.”

Maury: “In other words, what happens now is a reality of the past. We can no longer change it.”

(Was that dream an actual event that occurred?)

Maury: “Besides, trying to help won’t change the fate of the dhampirs.”

Did he also know the tragedy that would unfold later?

Despite this, his indifferent attitude infuriated me.

Mitsuki: “We won’t know unless we try!”

Mitsuki: “No matter what happens, I will never abandon them!”

I left Professor Maury behind and dashed away.

Maury: “You’re truly naïve.”

Father: “Let’s hide in this cabin!”

Mitsuki: “Wait! It’s not safe in there!”

I stopped them from hiding in the old hut, but the father looked at me with surprise, fear, and confusion.

Father: "Who are you!? Are you also a hunter!?"

Mitsuki: "No, I'm not! Anyway, if you hide there, the pursuers will find you!"

Mitsuki: "Run in a different direction. Please trust me."

Girl: "Papa."

Father: "Okay. We'll run into the forest."

Feeling my desperation, the father and daughter didn't enter the shack but fled deep into the forest.

(Thank goodness. I need to leave here as soon as possible.)

(Any minute now, the hunters will stop by the cabin. At that time, I'm sure those two have already escaped.)

Just as I let out a sigh of relief...

Vampire hunter's voice: "Found you, you monsters!"

(What!?)

From the direction the family fled, I heard the voice of what seemed to be a hunter.

(The hunters were ahead of them? How?)

Girl's voice: "Papa! Ahh!"

Vampire hunter's voice: "You creatures should not exist in this world."

All the blood drained from my body as I heard the same conversation I had seen in my dreams.

Then...

Father’s voice: "Stop, please don't kill my daughter. Stop, please!!"

A scream resonated through the forest.

(No way.)

I didn't want to think about what happened to the family.

Maury: "You understand now, right?"

Maury: "Your sense of justice is powerless against fate."

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apollokids · 11 months

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Thoughts about tsats, trauma, and the cocoa puffs

Nico’s personality in tsats feels most reminiscent of what he was like in The Titans Curse which (imo) is a sign that he is slowly healing and living with his trauma.

The Sun and the Star emphasizes that trauma and PTSD can make it feel like one’s past life events happened to a completely different person, and it mentions that Nico relates to this feeling. This distancing of oneself from past memories, experiences, and personality can result in feeling disconnected for a while, taking on new personality traits, feeling like a chameleon mimicking others, or just feeling empty.

For some people (maybe, depending on when trauma occurs), healing can be about reconnecting with our childhood selves. Depending on what someone was like before trauma, like maybe Nico for example, that can mean becoming more emotional, being more playful, indulging in your childhood interests (eg. mythomagic cards). And Nico’s progression practically mirrored mine exactly through the years, and the ways I changed in ED treatment.

It's hard to let go of a disorder when in some cases it feels like the only thing that’s stayed stable in our lives. Suffering is touted as the pinnacle of art-- we see its romanticization everywhere. It sounds weird to say that I miss being sick, or I miss my suffering, when I'm actively trying to make my life better, but those thoughts do come up. And when it comes to characters I project that misery on to? Well, if I’m suffering, then they have to suffer with me! (After all, they’re just characters, it’s not that deep, right?) Except I found that the more I made my characters suffer, and focused on the ‘beauty’ of suffering, the harder it was for me to heal from my own. Whenever my health was in decline, I characterized my favorite characters the same way. It was just as hard to allow those characters to heal as it was to allow myself to heal. (Other people might not feel the same, though.)

I think Nico choosing to accept the physical manifestations of his demons (while also setting them free, and allowing them to exist as they please) mirrors the suggestion I was given in treatment when I struggled with the idea of ‘giving up’ my eating disorder– because to me, it was always either defeat the disorder or be consumed by it, and defeating it sounded like killing a part of me or erasing a part of my past or my home. Approaching treatment from the standpoint of killing my eating disorder scared me too much. I knew my disorder had caused problems for me, but many of the habits and behaviors I’d developed had served as my coping mechanism and they helped me survive.

So, my therapist told me: “You don’t have to shun your disorder, kill it, or say goodbye. Instead, you can acknowledge that it served a purpose during a point in your life in which you used it to survive, but you no longer need to hold on to it and that’s okay — you’re setting it free. Maybe even instead of saying goodbye, you can say ‘thank you, I’m alright now.’”

And that’s pretty much… exactly what Nico did with the demons. Bob, too, acknowledged that he was a titan, and that was part of his past, and that’s okay — but he’s allowed to change. And Nico is too.

I just found that really really wonderful because I related to it so heavily. He didn’t want to conquer his trauma in battle. He wanted it to just… be acknowledged, and set free. And it followed him, but he can have a better relationship with his past now. He’s not consumed by it. It’s just there, it’s a part of him, and he can continue to live his life. And I think reading this book (while trying to maintain and navigate post-treatment life) was exactly what I needed to remind myself why I’m doing this.

#sentences bolded purely because it helps my eyes follow things better hope it helps others + is not obnoxious i dont usually make posts #tsats #tsats spoilers #the sun and the star #solangelo #nico di angelo #pjo #ed recovery #and yeah. with the writing at times i was like ahhh im too in-college for this book arent i #but at the same time it made me remember what it felt like to read these books when i was a kid #and im reading about this character ive loved since i was in 2nd or 3rd grade and it feels like ive grown up with him #and it feels like we went through our trauma together. i read house of hades the year my dad died. and now its like we're getting through it #idkgkdhjhf #that being said: i kind of wish the cocoa puffs came about in a different way!!#it kind of felt like SA and that wasn’t addressed

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factual-fantasy · 4 months

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25 asks :}} MERRY CHISTMAS! 🎄🎄🎄

Jevil and Seams world still exists, its just so horrible that they don't ever want to go back to it..

Grillby and River persons AU were both destroyed/de-stabilized..?? Their worlds don't exist anymore.. they cant go back.

Goner Kid's AU still exists, but another version of her already exists in it. Its like a duplicate..? Of her was created when she fell into the void. When she tried to re-enter her AU, it was hurting the other Goner Kid. In order for her to go back, someone would have to kill that other Goner kid. But that Kid has a family, real memories, emotions.. she's a person too... no one had the heart to kill her. She cant go back..

Spamton's AU still exists, but he doesn't want to go back. There was nothing for him there. He had no friends, no family, he hated his life. And being in his own world for some reason causes his pain to be more extreme/less tolerable. So staying away from his AU brings him some relief..

Asgore's AU still exists, but he cant go back. Or else he will continue turning into dust and eventually fully die.. staying out of his AU is the only thing keeping him "alive"..

@abaroo

I don't know if their boss status really played much of a role.. mostly their friendship started with Jevil helping Spamton, and then sparked into something more by them having a similar sense of humor. :00

As for the phone person? I haven't decided if my Spamton had that phone guy or not.. but if he did, I might make it so they're different people. Or maybe the same person but from different aus..?? 👀👀

The group might not keep in touch consistently. But I can see them occasionally returning to this AU to seek shelter, knowing that they're safe here.

Like imagine they got in a wicked fight and some of their toughest members are all beat up. They retreat to this AU and hide out in the forest to rest. Some of the Queens guards find the group and bring them to her. She's surprised to hear that they've been living in the woods.

"Why did you not return to my castle?"

"We didn't want to intrude or overstay our welcome..."

"Nonsense! You are always welcome here."

Now as for Seams relationship with her? I imagine its complicated.. Of course he thinks she is wonderful and very gracious. Having freed him from his chains and continuing to welcome them into her castle..

But Seam can't help but be afraid of her. She is the same species as the Spade King. He cant help but be reminded of the king when he looks at her and feel uncomfortable or intimidated..

Seam is probably stressed and uncomfortable being in her castle, despite how kind the Queen is.. Everything just reminds him of the King and all the horrible things associated with him.. its just.. man, its complicated.

@tanileaf

WAAHAHRHHDHF THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING!! 😭😭💖💖💖

@mishishiwritings

Aw its ok! <XD Don't worry, it really is mostly a design choice now. But to go over the story again..

When I was designing my sona I wanted something to be on my hands. Gloves? Different skin color? I didn't really know.. Now at the time my fingers/knuckles were covered in band-aids due to dry skin and cat scratches.

So I thought hey! I can give my sona edgy bloody bandages! And I can call them my weathered artists hands! XD And so I added them.

Although my hands still aren't in the best shape today, I'm pretty hard on them- the bloodied hands don't have any darker or concerning origin. Just cat scratches and dry skin. I appreciate the concern though! 🥺💖💖💖

Also thank you! Happy holiday and a happy new year to you too! :}}

@taizarack

Yeah, my sona is kind'a all over the place <XD for funsies I made this little chart that might help explain the strange forms I take XDD

Basically, the drippy-ness and blood is when I want to emphasize my exhaustion and/or emotions is some way..?

And the "stable" version is usually seen at the start of comics before I've consumed any energy. Or in posts with 1-2 drawings that don't take much time/energy to make. Also being a drama queen is fun. Does that make sense..? <:D

@purplelordscp035j

THNAK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDDD

I'm assuming you're talking about the ruin mask? If so, that would be very bizarre.. they wouldn't know what to make of it. How is this thing even possible?? <XDD

@lizard-queen-things

Wow, 2020? That feels like forever ago-

And well I just kind'a lost interest in tfp. <XD I never even finished the show due to lost interest- such is life :/

@citrusfruitman

XD You're the first person to ever send me that I believe. Season's Greason's indeed :}

Nooo, <:/ I had already planned out my AU before the Ruin DLC came out. No room/reason to add prototype Freddy.

@starrypaint09

Fank u! :}}}

Here's a link to my FNAF master post! (Its also in my pinned post <XD)

I got an ask about this recently, :0 I'm sad to say that I'm actually unfamiliar with this game.. sorry! <XD

Part of me thinks it would be very foreign to their (probably cruddy) Fazbear brand pizza. <XD Chica would love it though!

This is a really good question! :0 I had to think about it for a sec XDD

For Freddy and Glamrock Foxy I imagined their vice would be the same, hoarding. They would try to latch onto things and objects that make them feel better. At first it would start with collecting certain posters of event that they had a good time at. Or if someone gave them a plush they would hide it from employees so that they could keep it. But then it would quickly spiral into something worse..

They would both start stealing from the other animatronics. Taking things that they see as valuable and worry the others might throw away. Or if they had a nice time at a kids birthday party they would try to collect souvenirs. Like the present wrapping and bows. Trash and plates with food still on them.

Freddy would collect all this trash and stuff and hoard it in his room. The food would get moldy and make his room a hazard. But Freddy would become very protective of his room and his collection. The employees would try to clean if but Freddy just wouldn't have it. They would have to clean out the worst of it little by little so Freddy wouldn't notice..

Foxy would be the same except once his room got too full, he would extend his collection to Pirates cove. Parents would complain about Pirates cove being dirty and about there being trash all over the floor. But just like Freddy, Foxy would be very protective of his collection and it would be a hassle to clean..

For Glamrock Bonnie however, his is harder to describe.. but I imagine he is completely opposed to change. Maybe OCD you could call it..?

I can see Bonnie being hurt by all the change in his life. When Freddy and Chica died that was a huge change. When the glamrock era began and they threw out everything familiar to him.. it hurt. It was a big change.

I can see Bonnie hating change. For 5 seconds, he wants everything to just, stay the same. This might manifest in Bonnie not allowing any employees in his room. Becuase he doesn't want them moving anything around. He wants to come back to his room after a stressful day and have his room be exactly the way he left it. This would mean Bonnie's room gets very dirty/dusty but he wont allow anyone to clean it.

Not sure how this could spiral to something that effects other people.. Maybe he doesn't like the new songs that they are told to sing. He just wants to sing the same familiar songs he already knows. This could cause problems for the other animatronics because Bonnie wont cooperate? Things like that. :0

I suppose anyone who doesn't have a river person in their AU would be spooked yeah <XD Poor river person :(

XDD Yeah "Mommy look! A Kangaroo!"

Bonnie:

Yes, Seam is absolutely devastated with guilt. Not a day goes by where he doesn't feel horrible for what he did to Jevil.. And despite your point, Jevil holds nothing against him. Not anymore, and here's why.

Jevil was there when the king threatened Seam. When the king commanded him to lock Jevil away. It was very clear from the situation that the King would hurt or even kill Seam if he did not obey. Seam was torn, tears streaming down his face. He was shaking.. He had no choice. It was lock Jevil up, or face the Kings wrath. He had to.. if he didn't, both of them would probably have been slaughtered..

He doesn't resent Seam for locking him up. He knows he had to. But after years of being down there.. Jevil did develop a bit of resentment over Seam never visiting him. He always expected Seam to sneak down to the dungeon to see him.. but he never did.. that he resented a bit.

But as soon as he escaped, and found out why Seam never visited.. that resentment all vanished.

Seam tried to visit Jevil. But he was caught. And what was his punishment? His eye was gouged out, his mouth stitched shut, and heavy shackles clasped around his neck and wrists. He was told of he ever tried to visit Jevil again. The king would kill them both.

How could Jevil hold any resentment after that? There was nothing else Seam could have done..

I think it was the opposite. Jevil saw the danger of the situation. It was clear that if Seam didn't lock Jevil up, the King would likely kill them both.

Seam was extremely hesitant. He was crying, he didn't want to lock him up..

Instead of begging the king for mercy, knowing the king would not listen. Jevil probably just tried to comfort Seam..

"Seam.. i-its ok... j-just.. just do it... just do what he says.."

I don't think I ever gave them claws.. I suppose if the situation calls for it they'll magically have them XD Not sure about scratching post though, they'd more likely just want to use a nail file :0

I sat on this ask and thought about it for a while.. and every time I think about it I picture the same scenario..

Asgore comforting a neutral route Undyne..

@beryl-shade

I'd like to think that Bibi can because he's very cat-like. but Cici? Mayyybe not? <XD She's more mouse-like to me.

@britneyt

WOAH HANG ON!- I cant make THAT many arms! XDD

Also thank you! Good night/day to you as well! :}}}

Oh yeah, it likely happens a lot. :( And you know Jevil is either gonna deny it, or curl up under a blanket and refuse to let anyone touch him in an attempt to not spread it..

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