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uramilf · 10 months

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The Record Shop - Chapter Three

A/N: Okay this is dramatic and stressful. soz guys - but guess what!! I proofread!!! Warnings: Brief mention of sex, alcohol consumption, swearing, depictions of toxic/controlling partners, mentions of cheating, Penny gets GASLIT

*Penny’s Pov*

I still couldn’t believe Matty had led me on like that. He really let me believe he was interested; I had half hoped he would be waiting for me to arrive at the party so he could drag me off and be alone with me like the first day we knew each other, but he hadn’t. Instead he was alone with some other girl. I didn’t quite know what to do. I lay in bed, head spinning from drinking so much the night before, Charli stirring next to me. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, squinting in its bright light. A message from an unknown number lit up the screen, and I sat up straight when I read the first line:

“Hi, Pen. This is Alex. I know it’s been a few months but I got your new number off your mum. I just wanted to see how you were doing down in Manchester, and I also want to say I’m sorry for everything that happened. I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did, and not a day goes by when don't I wish I did things differently. Would we be able to meet for a chat? I understand if you don’t want to, but I miss you, Penny.”

What the fuck? What could he possibly want now? He broke my heart, and now he wanted to "meet for a chat"?! Not to mention the way he had been treating me prior to our breakup. Everything I said seemed to be a problem to him; I felt as though I couldn't do anything right. I wasn't sure I wanted to put myself back in that situation.

Charli was awake now, groaning about her headache. She stopped when she saw my face. “Pen? You ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost, but I’m guessing that’s the hangover.” “It’s not the hangover, Char. It’s my ex. He’s just messaged me and asked to meet up.” “Don’t do it!! Silly idea!” “Well, what if I want to? I just want to hear what he has to say to me.” “I mean, it’s up to you babe, but texting your ex always ends badly.” “I didn’t text him!” I exclaimed. “He texted me, okay?” “Sure. Whatever. Honestly I need a coffee before I can talk about this any further. Or maybe a gin and tonic.”

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My meeting with Alex had me a total nervous wreck. As I stepped into the cafe with shaking hands, I spotted him and old feelings came rushing back. His green eyes still shone the way they used to when he looked up and saw me. He brushed his fair hair out of his eyes and smiled at me, looking anxious. The way he was looking at me almost made me forget that this was the very same coffee shop I had been to with Matty, right before he had completely disregarded my feelings for him. “I’ve missed you, Penny,” Alex said softly. “And I’m sorry. I’m sorry you saw what you did, and I’m sorry it happened. But I swear, Pen, she kissed me. Not the other way around.” I shook my head and smiled. “Look, Alex, I just want to move on from it, ok? Let’s not think about it any more.”

After agreeing to drop the entire subject, we had a genuinely decent chat, and I felt myself warming to him again. Maybe he was telling the truth; yes, I had seen another girl kissing him, but he pulled away before he even noticed I was standing there. Maybe he really didn’t want to, and I had made a big deal out of nothing. He was looking at me almost sadly now, head cocked.

“What’s up?” I asked. “You look sad.” “Penny, I never meant to hurt you. Every day I have to spend without you is like hell. I miss you so much, and I guess the reason I came down here is to ask if you could possibly give me another chance?” I was stunned. My mind flashed to Matty. We weren’t together, his actions the night of his party had showed me that. I missed Alex, truth be told. And yes, our relationship had its ups and downs, but didn't everybody's? He hadn't really done that much wrong. Well, apart from the few times he had gotten a little upset with me and maybe took it too far, but my mother told me I was making a drama out of nothing, and I guess she was right. “Okay,” I breathed. “Really?” “Yes. But we’re taking this slowly, okay?” “Of course, Penny. Of course.”

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*Matty’s POV*

Two days after my party and not a word from Penny. I had called and texted multiple times; still nothing. I figured she was upset by what she saw in the bathroom, but it wasn’t like we were even together, right? I wouldn’t get pissed off if I saw her with another guy, I was sure of it. That was only until Charli showed up at my door with comically large sunglasses trying to mask yet another hangover. “Jesus, what happened to you?” “I’ve been on a two day bender with Penny because you screwed her over and now she’s back with her ex, which is a decision she’s not entirely sure about. Thanks for that, mate.” Charli had propped her sunglasses on top of her head and was shooting me daggers from the doorway. "Huh? What did I do?" "You upset her, you fucking arsehole! She thought you liked her!" "I do! Fuck, I really do, Char. But she left me after we slept together and didn't talk to me for a really long time. She doesn't want me, so I figured I should just do whatever I want." "Doesn't want you? Oh, Matty, you idiot! Just call her, okay? Sort it out before that fuckwit can properly ask her out again. He cheated on her, Matty. He claims he didn't, but I just know he's lying."

Charli left and I didn't quite know what to do with myself. I settled on calling Penny one last time. I swore to myself that if she didn't answer I would just leave her alone. But she did. She picked up after the third ring with a sigh. "Hey, Matty." "Thank god, Penny. I thought trying to keep up with Charli's insane alcohol tolerance might have killed you." "I'm fine." Why was she being so short with me? It wasn't like I cheated on her, we weren't even together. Oh god, did she see it as me cheating on her? "Look Penny, babe, we need to talk. Come over tomorrow, ok?" "I don't think that's a good id-" "Just do it Pen, please darling?" Penny paused for a moment and sighed. Then she grumbled "Fine, see you tomorrow," and hung up the phone.

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*Penny's POV*

When I arrived at Matty's it appeared that he had been waiting on me for a while. I had barely knocked on the door once when it swung open and he pulled me into a hug. "There you are! I've missed you, darling," he said, his voice muffled by my hair. I pulled away and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "You've missed me?" "Of course, babe, how could I not?" "Oh, well, it's just that I could barely contain myself for your party because of how badly I wanted to see you. You made a whole big deal about me being there, saying you couldn't wait to see me again, and yet you didn't even make an effort to fucking speak to me? And then you disappeared, and I found you with another girl's mouth round your fucking cock. I can't believe you." Matty looked at me in shock. "Pen, I'm sorry. I genuinely didn't think it was a big deal. I'm not your boyfriend, right?" "No, you aren't. But I really thought you liked me," I said in a small voice. I couldn't bring my eyes to meet his because I knew they wouldn't have the same glimmer they had the day I met him. "I do, Penny! I really fucking like you. Fuck, I've never met anyone like you. You're fucking beautiful, and you like to talk to me about guitars, and you love Jeff Buckley and... need I go on? My point is: I didn't think you were interested in me for anything other than a quick hookup. You left my flat so early that morning, I thought you wouldn't want to see me again." "Of course I wanted to see you, Matty. I didn't want to rush into anything. But that's clearly what's happened here."

Matty pulled me by the hand into his living area and sat me down. He knelt down in front of me like a sinner before God, between my knees, hands clutching mine tightly. "Can you give me another chance, Penny? We won't rush into it, Christ knows I'm not stable enough to be your boyfriend yet, but I need you, darling. I need you." Guilt washed over me. I had only just gotten things going with Alex again - I couldn't tell him it was over again before I'd even given him another chance. "I'm sorry, Matty," I whispered. "It's too late, okay? I guess we're just not meant for each other."

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I had wiped a tear or two off of Matty's cheek and hugged him tightly, promising we would stay friends, but told him it just wasn't our time. And then I headed back to my flat, where Alex was waiting for me. He wasn't my boyfriend again, not yet anyway, but he had been staying with me, sleeping on the sofa, and we'd been spending lots of time together. I'd started to notice him seeping back into my life like he had done before and it brought me a kind of familiar comfort. The way he blended his life with mine; his shoes and clothes in my house, pictures of him on my phone, his aftershave in my bathroom cabinet. Like someone who was back where they belonged.

But with everything that seemed right about Alex there was something a little bit off about him to go with it. With the sense of familiarity came the well-known sense of unease. He appeared to hide his phone from me a lot, and snapped at me to put it down when I went to take a picture of him with it. I figured he was just a bit protective of his stuff, didn't want me damaging anything. He also grew tense when I talked about Matty, or any of my male friends for that matter. Almost as soon as I arrived home from Matty's flat, I had received a call from George. Alex reached out and grabbed my phone, declining the call and setting the phone down near to him. "Oh, I should call him, actually," I said, my eyebrows lifting in surprise. "It can't have been that important," he replied shortly, going to kiss me. I dodged the kiss and tried to grab my phone. He didn't let me. "I haven't spoken to him in days, Alex. He's my friend, I want to check up on him." "Well, you can talk to him anytime. I haven't seen you in months. It's my turn to talk to you now, Pen. Not George's, whoever the fuck he actually is."

I didn't like it. The way he talked about George, who was one of the sweetest people I knew, as if he was holding me hostage instead of just calling me up to say hi. I didn't like the way he said it was "his turn" with me as if I was a toy that little kids were fighting over. I was staring to remember the real reason I didn't give him a second chance the first time he hurt me.

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When Alex went out to the shop the next day, I took the opportunity to call George back. I lied and said I was busy the night before. We laughed and chatted for around ten minutes, and I felt the comfort and freedom I felt when I moved by myself flooding back in. I called Ross too, asking if he would book me in for my first tattoo later that week. He was ecstatic and said he couldn't wait to get to work on it, and that he had a few ideas for me already. Then I called Adam, as it had definitely been a while since we'd spoken. I told him about Alex, leaving out the part where I wasn't sure I was comfortable in the relationship, and he invited us to go out with him and Carly. "I'd love to meet this Alex guy, he sounds like he's making you pretty happy," Adam had said. I agreed and changed the subject quickly.

When Alex returned I told him all about Ross's plans to tattoo a few small butterflies on my lower back. He tensed up, so I asked what was wrong. "You seriously want to put that shit all over your body? You know once they're on, they don't come off." "Yeah, I know, but I've wanted it done for ages. And Ross is amazing, I just know it's gonna look great." Alex scoffed and I felt my smile fall. "Yeah, sure. Y'know what? I'm not sure I want this guy all over you - he'll probably make you take your top off and pretend he's just doing his job." "I won't need to take my top off, I can just roll it up a bit. Matty's gonna come too, maybe get another one on arm." "Fucking Matty. Don't let these guys influence your decisions, babe." "Fine, if you feel that strongly about it I won't get the tattoo." "Good. Your mum would hate it anyway, you know how she is with that shit. Listen, do we really need to go out with this Adam guy tomorrow? I can't be arsed." I couldn't believe him tonight. Only a few days ago we had agreed to take it slow, so why was he acting like he had total control over me? "Please, Alex. Adam's lovely, and so is his girlfriend. I love them, genuinely. It would mean a lot to me if you came and met them." "Okay, Penny. Just for you."

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We were getting ready to leave the bar after some reasonably awkward small talk. Carly had gone to the bathroom and Alex was paying for his tab, leaving me and Adam at the table. Thank god. "Sorry Ad, I guess Alex isn't great with new people." "Yeah, that or he just really fucking hates me. Are you sure you're okay, Penny?" "I'm fine, I just need a good night's sleep, I suppose. I'm gonna go to the loo as well before we go."

I met Carly in the bathroom. She looked pale and anxious, chewing on her lip. "Carls? What's wrong, honey?" "Oh, Penny, I'm so glad you came in here. I really didn't want to do this in front of everyone." "What? What's going on?" Carly looked like she wanted to burst into tears. "It's Alex, I'm sorry darling. He basically cornered me on the way in here and tried to chat me up. He said if I ever wanted to 'get away' from Adam that I could meet up with him and you would never know." "Oh my god, Carly. I'm so sorry." "No, I'm sorry, hun. He said... well... I called him a liar and said I would never do that to you or Adam, and he said he had cheated on you before and you hadn't found out." My heart dropped. "What the fuck?" Carly threw her arms around me. "He said you caught him kissing some girl and believed him when he said it wasn't his fault. I think he'd been seeing her for a while, Penny."

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"You're a lying, cheating piece of shit, Alex! You swore you weren't seeing her!" I almost screamed at him the second we were through the door of my flat. "What the fuck? That Carly girl is a crazy bitch, I never made a move on her!" "Do you seriously think I'm gonna believe a psycho control freak like you instead of my own friend? Carly is an angel and I trust her with my fucking life. You're gonna pack up your shit and leave right now, you're going to lose my number and you're never going to fucking speak to me again!" I gave him exactly five minutes to get the hell out before I slammed the door on him and slid down the wall, bawling my eyes out. It had happened again. I let myself slip back into the old routine of thinking he could change, and got hurt again. There was only one person I knew I needed to see, and it was the person I had previously left crying alone in his flat because I thought Alex was better for me.

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I pounded on the door of Matty's flat, not crying anymore but still scrubbing furiously at my eyes with a tissue to remove any trace of my tears. He opened it, yawning sleepily, his pyjama trousers low on his hips revealing the waistband of his boxers and his stomach tattoo. He perked himself up when he saw me, mouth open slightly. It was the first time I had seen Matty Healy with nothing to say.

I threw myself into his arms and started to cry against his chest. I sort of switched off as he shut the door and walked me into the living room, holding me tight. I was crying on his lap on the sofa now, not quite sure how I had gotten there. He seemed to know exactly what had happened before I could even get a single word out. Perhaps Adam called ahead and warned him that I would potentially be in a bad way for a while. He stroked my hair, murmuring "Don't worry, baby. He just isn't worth it. He's not enough for my lovely pretty girl."

I wasn't sure if it was the stress of the situation getting to me, or the realisation that what I wanted had been right in front of me the whole time, but I lifted my head from Matty's chest and crashed my lips directly onto his.

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A/N: Oooooh cliffhanger! Soz for the sadness and stress

#matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 smut #matty healy smut #matty healy x reader #ross macdonald #george daniel #adam hann #matty healy imagines #matty healy x oc

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When you get jealous. (Ninjago boys x reader) HC

Kai

You didn’t care for this Skylar girl. For some reason Kai acted a bit differently with her. You didn’t know why. Until you found out that they dated for months. They broke up for some unknown reason. All of this happened before Kai met you. You were jealous yes. But,Kai looked so happy when he was with her. All you wanted was for him to be happy. You sighed. He thought that you needed a day out. Only he brought Skylar. You didn’t get upset. Because Kai didn’t know what you were dealing with. He thought that you were stressed. After all you had to translate an ancient book for the team. This was a very hard task. Because it was in an ancient language that nobody understood. Zane tried. But,he didn’t understand it either.

The three of you went to the boardwalk fair. “Look (Y/n) it’s your favorite restaurant! Let’s get a bite to eat.”Kai said. “The desserts look good too.” Skylar added. “Huh? Yeah that sounds good.” You replied. Maybe if you ate something it would cheer you up. This is your favorite place to eat. Only you kept on looking out the window and not paying attention. Even when after you were done eating. You almost hit your head on light post. Kai grabbed your hand and lead you away. “Watch out.” He said. You had a huge blush on your face. “Sorry.” You apologized. “You don’t have to apologize. Are you feeling okay? It wasn’t the food was it?” Kai asked concerned. You shook your head. “No. I-I just have a lot on my mind.” You admitted. “Maybe we should go back.” Skylar suggested. “No. I don’t want to ruin your night. I’ll wait here you can go on a ride.” You said.

Later, You texted Kai saying that you went back to the bounty. He hadn’t seen Skylar for a long while and you didn’t want to ruin. You tried working on translating the book. But,you couldn’t. You had too many what if’s in your mind. You laid in bed. Kai knocked on your door and you told him to come in. “What was that about? We should’ve headed back together.” “It’s okay. I made it back safely.” You replied. “I know. But,if anything happened to you…” He said frowning. “Nothing did.” You held his hand. “Honey what’s wrong with you? You’re not yourself.” He said hugging you. You told him. “You don’t have to feel that way. Because I realized that you’re the one for me. I love you so much. You brighten up my day when I’m blue.” He smiled at you. You cried. “Shhh. It’s going to be okay.” He said. That night he made sure that you got all the hugs and kisses you needed.

Jay

Jay has been hanging out with Nya way too much lately. At first it didn’t bother you. Jay likes fixing things and Nya likes fixing things. It made sense. Until he was late for your date. He had you waiting for two hours. After waiting for two hours. You went back to the bounty and to your room. “What should I do? Maybe Jay just forgot…or got lost track of time. Yeah that has to be it.” You said brushing your jealousy away. You knew that he couldn’t be with you all the time. Besides Nya is his friend. You know how much he treasures his friends. You sent Jay a simple text. “I love you. <3” You went to bed early that night. Only you did have trouble sleeping.

You got up in the middle of the night and admired the stars. “I probably just needed fresh air.” You said hugging yourself. You could feel like someone was near you. “Jay I know that you’re busy. But,I really want to spend time with you.” You said sighing. You turned around to see Cole. “Oh sorry. I thought you were Jay.” You apologized. “You don’t have to apologize. Why are you crying? Did something happen?” He asked. “I’m not..” You began. Then you realized that you were crying a bit. “I just had a bad dream. That’s all.” “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked. “No. Thank you. Actually…how close are Jay and Nya?” “Well,they dated for a while. That was way before you joined the team.” “Oh? Do you think that they love each other still?” You asked. You wanted Jay to be happy. After all you love him to pieces. Even if it meant letting him go. “I think you need to tell him.” Cole said. “But,I don’t want to seem clingy though. I’ll think about it.” You replied.

Jay felt awful about missing the date. So,he was going to apologize. He wanted to give you breakfast in bed. “Good morning.” He said. “J-Jay what time is it?” You asked. “It’s almost ten in the morning Buttons.” “Oh? I didn’t sleep well last night.” You said rubbing your eyes. “I-I heard.” He said frowning. Jay saw you last night talking to Cole. The only thing he heard was that you couldn’t sleep. Jay remembered that Cole kinda liked you too. “(Y/n) I’m really sorry. Nya and I are..” Jay stopped. He didn’t want to tell you about your birthday gift. “I know.” “You do?! Oh no!” He yelled. No one knows about the gift. How did you find out? “Listen it’s okay if you still love Nya.” “What?! No! I don’t still like Nya. What makes you think that?” He pulled you into a tight hug. “But,you’ve been nonstop talking about her…” “You’re jealous? Buttons you don’t have to be. I love you sooo much! Besides I can be myself around you. When I was with Nya..I always pretended to be someone I wasn’t. You love me for me.” He said. “Jay I’m sorry for getting jealous.” You said. “It happens to everyone..” He said. It has happened to him before. You hugged him. “I love you so much.” You smiled. He made it up to you for missing the date. By bringing you to your favorite cafe.

Cole

Lately you’ve been acting weird. You had a terrible feeling in your chest. It happened when Cole was with Nya alone. You didn’t know why. You didn’t pay attention as Lloyd went on about some cool thing he did. You turned your head to see Cole and Nya talking. Even Jay was looking at them. “Are you listening?” Lloyd asked. “Huh? Oh yeah. You did the laundry and the dishes.” You said. “Uh no. I was talking about the last battle we had. Why are you acting so weird?” He asked. You didn’t answer. “Ha! The two of you are jealous!” Lloyd said. “Are not! Now be quiet before they hear us!” You and Jay said in unison. “Okay okay. But,you two are definitely jealous.” Lloyd said. “Lloyd stop!” You said frowning. Lloyd left the room. “What are you doing?” Cole asked. “Ah! Jay did you hear about that new movie?” You asked. “It looks so good. Ha ha.” Jay responded. “What are you two up to?” Nya asked. “Nothing.” Jay said frowning. “I-I think Pixel was calling me.” You said walking away. “Huh? Pixel isn’t even here.” Cole said frowning.

You and Jay were talking about how stupid it was. The two of you didn’t need to get jealous. “You’re with Nya.” You said. “You and Cole are a couple. So,I don’t understand why we’re jealous.” Jay said. “Yeah,I don’t get it.” You said smiling. The two of you thought that was a good idea to go talk to them. “Kai, have you seen Cole or Nya?” You asked. “Yeah. They went to the shopping district.” He replied. “What?!” You and Jay said in unison. “That’s creepy.” Kai said. “I know.” Lloyd said. You and Jay went to the shopping district. “I can’t see anything.Jay your big head is in the way.” You said. “They’re looking for a gift.” He said. You frowned upon getting caught. “What are you doing here?” Nya asked. “Uh…we wanted to look at the pens. Right Jay?” “Yeah I love pens.” He replied. “This is flower shop.” Cole said. “Oh right.” You said blushing.

Later that night you were pouting. Cole wanted to talk in private. “Babe why are acting weird?” He asked. You didn’t want to tell him. “I get it you’re jealous. Because I’ve been hanging around Nya a lot. You’re cute when you’re jealous.” He said. You pouted. “I am not.” You said blushing. “You are. But,I’m not mad at you for getting jealous. Next time though can you tell me. I don’t want you to feel like I don’t love you.” “Fine.” You said blushing. “That’s my love.” He said kissing your forehead.

Zane

Pixel seemed perfect for Zane. They had so much in common. That it caused you to have a really weird feeling. You didn’t understand what it was. But,you hated it. Kai asked if you’re okay. You didn’t answer. Pixel was very interested in Zane. She had questions about his functions and it got annoying. You were alone with Pixel. “Please leave Zane alone. I don’t think he likes it when you ask so many questions.” You said frowning. “But,Zane is unique. He has functions that I don’t understand. He’s is really special.”Pixel responded. You sighed. Yes Zane is special. He’s very kind to you. Even though you can be very rude sometimes. Zane has the patience to be with you. You never had anyone care for you like Zane does. Mostly because you had a hard time showing others kindness and love. Pixel is more polite than you are and doesn’t require patience. You wanted to be polite. Also you wanted to show Zane how much you love him. “I know. Zane is really..um something.” You said frowning. You really wanted to say amazing or incredible. But,you couldn’t.

You didn’t like the feeling of jealousy. It was eating you up inside. You were quiet too quiet. You didn’t even make a remark if Jay said something dumb. You just didn’t seem to care. Maybe it was the ninjdroids they’re causing trouble. They captured Lloyd. Maybe you were secretly worried about him. Zane took you aside. He wanted to be there for you. If you’re worried then he wanted to comfort you. “Darling? What is troubling you?” Zane asked politely. This was the first time he called you a cute name. “N-Nothing.” You said walking away. You could hear Pixel asking as to why you acted like that. The ninja didn’t know. But,Zane knew that you cared for him. You just didn’t show it that much.

You turned in for the night. Only to Zane’s dismay you didn’t have dinner. You also haven’t done your bedtime routine. Normally you would have something hot to drink like tea and Zane would make sure that you were relaxed. “May I come in?” He asked. “Sure.” You said trying not to seem upset. “I brought you something to eat.” “Um…thanks.” You said quietly. “What’s the matter? You haven’t been yourself.” Zane asked frowning. “Really? You don’t have to worry about me.” You said turning away from him. Maybe if you acted cold enough Zane wouldn’t worry about you. He sat next to you on the bed. “Is it about Lloyd? Because we’re close to finding him.” He asked. You are a little worried about him. You shook your head. “You don’t have to tell me. Just know that I’m here.” Zane said holding your hand. You turned your head and blushed. “It’s Pixel. I can’t stand her. She’s getting too close to you and she’s everything that I’m not. I’m not polite or caring.” You said frowning. “You are a lot of other things though. You just don’t see it. But,I do. You’re a diamond in the rough.” Zane said smiling. You did something that you don’t usually do. You hugged him.

Lloyd.

There was something odd about this Harumi girl. You couldn’t put a finger on it. You had a really weird feeling around her. Especially when she was talking with Lloyd. Kai and Nya tried to reassure you that you’re probably just shy. You’re really close with Kai and Nya. They took you in when they found you wounded and alone. Turns out you didn’t remember who you were before that day and you still don’t. Also you didn’t like talking about it. So,Kai and Nya didn’t tell anyone. You wanted to believe them. That you’re just shy. Only when you saw Lloyd and Harumi together in the city alone. You felt really sad and a bit angry. Lloyd looked really happy. You wanted to pull her away from him. But,you didn’t. Lloyd deserves to be happy. He had a rough life. However you wanted to be the one to be there for him. You stood there for a while before leaving.

Lloyd was the first notice that you weren’t quite yourself. Normally you would look at him from across the room. Just cute small glances. Also you would put notes of encouragement in his lunch box. But,he hasn’t gotten one in a while. What bothered him was that you wouldn’t even talk to him. This wasn’t you just being shy. This was something different. You were in a funk and he was going to try to get you out of it. You were in your room. Trying to rest. When you heard a knock on the door. You let him in. “Hey. I..uh brought you something to eat. Don’t worry I didn’t cook it.” He said. You shook your head. “Maybe later then.” He put the tray down on your nightstand. You didn’t look at him. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing.” You said still not looking at him. “It’s not nothing.” “But,I’m fine.” You said. Lloyd crossed his arms. “Is about Morro?” He asked a little worried. Morro wanted to take you away. He had a weird obsession over you and Lloyd had a weird feeling when Morro talked about you. Especially when he tried to give you flowers or stuffed animals. Lloyd got a little jealous and he didn’t know why. But,luckily him and his friends saved you. Before he could take you away. N-No.” You blushed.

“You don’t have to worry. I don’t think he’ll come back anytime soon.” Lloyd reassured you. He put a hand on your shoulder. You gently took his hand off your shoulder and he held your hand. Lloyd never got to ask you. Did you like it when Morro took care of you? Did you like him? He did get very close to you. But,it looked like you didn’t want to talk about it. To Lloyd’s dismay you let go of his hand and looked away. “Are you-” He began. Were you mad at him? “Just go back to Harumi. I think I heard her calling for you. Your relationship with her should come first.” You didn’t want to look at him. This made him worry. This wasn’t your shyness taking over. “What?! I’m not with Harumi! I don’t even like her.” Lloyd said frowning. “But,I saw you with her. You looked like you were blushing.” You said. “Ah! Well,she was teasing me.” Lloyd blushed. She asked him why he was talking about you so much. He even showed her your favorite sweet shop. “Oh? I’m sorry for misunderstanding.” “You don’t have to apologize.” He said. Lloyd was just glad to clear things up.

#cute #lloyd x reader #ninjago #fluff #zane x reader #cole x reader #jay x reader #kai x reader #head canon #HC

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munchy-munch · 2 years

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Day One: Wade Wilson

Day One: Face-sitting || Cream-pie || Anonymous sex In this version, you have a dick! CW: Some cursing, smut ;), and that's about it.

Today was another stressful day. Though I should be used to that by now. Every day I deal with the same cases, targets, coworkers run-ins, and so on. I’m tired, very tired. I thought I would be able to move away from some of that, moving across the country, but I suppose not.

I continued to walk down the street, my destination, my apartment. At times, I would classify it as an apartment, but then again, it’s what I can afford right now. Moving can be expensive and to New York nonetheless.

I sigh escaped my lips as I passed by an alleyway. There were people walking out of the building, drunk I assume. Perhaps a bar? I could stop in. A couple of drinks wouldn’t be so bad. Might even help me relax before I get home to nothing and no one. So, I decided to stop into the bar.

It wasn’t too busy. To be expected on a Wednesday night I suppose. People must already be at home sleeping or getting extra work finished before the next day. But not I. Tonight, I will drink away my stress and enjoy a well-earned sleep when I get home.

I took my seat. A man with curly hair took my order and walked off to prep it. I glanced around the bar. Mary Margret’s Dead Pool? There were a list of players and bets and ages? What kind of bar is…oh, that kind of bar. They work in the same field as me. At least I know a place to make friends now, I thought as the bartender placed a drink in front of me.

I continued to down my drinks. Over, and over, and over, and over. I didn’t want to stop. I saw the bartender give me a weary glance a couple of times before he finally came over.

“I think that’s enough for tonight. This isn’t the place you want to get too drunk at,” he said, attempting to pull my half-drunk cup from me. I clenched my hand around it before he could.

“I know exactly what kind of place this is…”

“Weasel,” he said. I held back a chuckle.

“I know what kind of place this is Weasel. Anyways, I’m not that drunk,” I said, pulling my drink and hand from his grasp. Weasel gave me a long look before walking off to tend to other people at the bar.

“You shouldn’t give Weasel too hard of a time yea,” I heard a man say behind me.

I went to turn but saw no one. I was confused. Wasn’t there someone just here? Maybe I’m drunker than I thought. I turned back to my drink only to see it gone. I looked down the bar to see Weasel talking to another patron, so it wasn’t him.

“You like this stuff,” the voice said before I saw the glass that once held my drink being placed on the bar in front of me.

“What do you want,” I asked the unknown person. I was on edge. I don’t like not knowing who’s interacting with me, especially when I can feel that they are in my space.

“I just wanted to say hi to the new face. We don’t get too many new people here…well new people who last very long. Hopefully, you’ll last longer than most,” the voice said.

“I’m sure I will,” I told him as I went to stand. I didn’t bother looking for the face to the voice, I just wanted to leave. I didn’t think he followed me, so I just left the bar and walked home to my warm bed.

A couple of months went by. I started participating in the “dead pool” as they call it. I wouldn’t say I’m the best when it comes to betting, but I tend to have pretty good luck, and it’s nice to have more money in my pockets. Work has been…normal. Not much different than the last place I was from. The biggest difference being the number of contracts coming my way. But that was to be expected. New York is much bigger than h/t.

I did make a few friends here. And by few, I mean two exactly. Weasel and a man named Wade. Wade doesn’t usually talk to me as much, but he can be pretty nice, aside from his dark humor and misplaced jokes.

“Nice to see ya y/n,” the voice said behind me.

And to this day, I still don’t know who this voice belongs to. Every time I try to look behind me or peek a glance in a reflection, he’s not there. So I gave up trying to know. Besides, he doesn’t seem too hostile. He usually just says hi and leaves after a bit. I will say, I am interested, but that interest will have to wait for another time. I packed up my stuff and began to leave the bar.

I was walking through the alley until I heard his voice behind me again.

“You’re going home already,” he said. Strange, he’s never followed me outside before, and I’m not too sure what to make of it.

“It’s been a long day, and I want to go home. Did you need something,” I asked, but he was silent. That was until two large arms wrapped around me from behind. I panicked for a moment. Was he trying to kill me? No, he was hugging me? His arms wrapped around my shoulders and I felt a weight, probably his head, lay on my shoulder as well.

“This is unexpected,” I said before continuing, “Are you drunk,” I asked, only to receive a husky laugh.

“Nah…I can’t get drunk,” he said. What a weird answer.

“Again, is there something you needed,” I asked, but he said nothing. Nothing happened until I felt his body press closer and closer against my own.

“What are you doing,” I asked.

“I’ve been interested in you for a while, y/n. Don’t you feel the same,” he asked. I felt my face grow warm with embarrassment. I don’t even know who this man is, but I can’t deny I’m interested.

The man grinded his body against my own. His arms moved from my shoulders down to my hips. Grabbing them with force, and pulling them back, stilling them, as he continued to move. I went to turn my head, but he grasped it with one hand and kept it facing forward.

“Ah, ah, ah. The mystery is what makes it fun,” he said.

“Could I at least get a name?” The man went silent for a bit before he started talking again.

“Wa-no. No, I have something better! Poolio!”

“Poolio?”

“Yea! Like coolio-poolio-“

“I’m not calling you that,” I told Poolio. Ugh, even saying that in my head feels awkward. The man laughed some before he went silent.

“Then what are you going to call out later tonight hmm?” My eyes widened and I turned once more. The man was gone? But I heard him suck his teeth at me.

“What have we said about turning around y/n?” I groaned.

“That mystery is what makes it fun Anyways, where did you go,” I asked.

“Sit down and find out,” he said.

Sit down…sit down…oh..oh. I took off my pants and underwear and began to crouch down, resisting the urge to look down at his face.

But in the process, my hips were grabbed from behind and I was yanked down onto his face. I was going to complain, but he interrupted any complaint I had.

I expected him to be quick and rough, but in actuality, he was slower, more sensual. He placed kisses along my ass and blew on them from time to time, sending cold chills throughout my body. He nipped and sucked until he finally reached his destination. His hands pulled my cheeks apart as his tongue dived in. I jolted in surprise and pleasure. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone. He grabbed one of my hands to replace one of his before his hand moved under me. He grabbed onto my cock and began to stroke it up and down, occasionally stopping to rub the tip. I couldn’t leave him out of this. So I bent over and pulled down his pants a bit…his skin…it reminds me of…never mind. He was wearing no underwear, so it wasn’t too long before his cock sprang from his pants. I drew my head near and just as I opened my mouth, pool, I refused to call him Poolio, he probed my hole with his finger. I moaned as I took him into my mouth, my hand stroking what my mouth couldn’t take in. His smell and taste enveloped my senses as his fingers and mouth worked on me from down below. As I continued to take him in, his hips began to rut against my face and his breath against my ass got warmer and warmer. I felt encouraged to take him deeper, but he pushed me off of his face and lab. I was on the cold New York ground on my hands and knees.

“I wasn’t finished yet,” I said through gritted teeth.

“You’ll get to finish now, just let me…” he said trailing off. I felt him pushing my shoulders down until I was balancing on my forearms instead of my hands. I could feel his eyes looking over me.

He dragged his hands across my skin, making his way down to my ass. He took hold of me and needed my skin.

“I’ve been waiting for this for some time…” he mumbled. I don’t think he knows I can hear him. I have my own suspicions, but it doesn’t matter right now.

“You getting cold feet back there,” I called out.

“Me? No…not getting cold feet. Just working on control. I want to take my time,” the man said. Scare?

His hands pulled him ass apart as he continued to push me forward. He angled himself forward and began to push in.

“Fucking…fuck” he cursed to no one.

His body bent over my own and he didn’t move. I was a big grateful for that myself seeing I needed to adjust my body to him some more.

But just as I was relishing in his stillness, he sprung up before and pulled out of me only to slam himself back in.

“Pool,” I howled at the surprised force.

Pool continued to fuck me like some toy of his. Occasionally muttering to…himself or me maybe. He pulled my ass cheeks apart to watch him penetrate me over and over. I felt my body begin to slip from the force and before I could react-

Smack-

“Get your ass up,” he grunted, as he continued to smack my ass until I got up.

His pace resumed, he pulled my hips back into his hands and continued to drag me up and down on his cock.

My vision started to grow narrow as my eyes struggled to keep open. I feel as if I could melt right here in this alleyway.

“Can’t believe I waited…so long…too long,” he muttered to himself.

I felt my head being yanked back as something grabbed my hair. My back arched.

“Pool, please…”

“Please? I’m afraid you’re going to have to use your words y/n.”

“Fucking-harder!”

And with that he pushed me down and onto my side. My leg was pulled into the air, and he buried himself inside of me.

The thought of looking up at him hadn’t even entered my mind as my hand traveled down my body towards my pulsing cock. I stroked it, chasing my own orgasm, over and over as I moaned out Pool’s name. My stomach started growing tighter and tighter until I felt I might orgasm, but my hand was pushed out of the way, only to be replaced by a larger and firmer one.

His hands were rougher than before. Less precise and caring, but even still the build grew more and more.

“Pool I’m-”

“Do it-Do it, please do it.”

And with his words, shockwaves jolted throughout my body. I cried out in ecstasy at the feeling of pleasure Pool brought me. But soon I was whimpering as his fingers continued to stroke my cock and he was still fucking into me, his rhythm gradually worsening.

“A little more…you can take it can’t you,” he grunted out to me.

I laid there as he slowed until his body finally stopped. He didn’t leave me, not yet. We just sat there in the silence…well as silent as New York can get in the middle of the night in an alleyway.

I finally turned my head to meet his gaze.

“Wade?”

“Y/n,” he responded with the same questioning tone despite the goofy grin on his face.

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober #tppkinktober2021 #wade wilson #deadpool #deadpool x reader #male reader #x male reader

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Rock you like a hurricane

Au where Eddie is a famous rockstar in the 90s and Billy is a groupie for Corroded Coffin. They meet after a show in Cali and Eddie gets his shit schlonked silly.

Characters: Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson

Ship: mungrove (Billy Hargrove x Eddie Munson)

Fandom: Stranger Things

r-18, Billy antis DNI.

San Diego 1993,

Corroded Coffin was one of the biggest bands of the relatively unknown Indiana metal scene. They had exploded onto the scene with big hits like, “Bat from Hell” and “Stressed, Depressed, Possessed”. This was in no doubt helped by their charismatic frontman Eddie Munson. The man was a demon on the guitar, with endless energy that some wondered what he was on and if they could have some.

Billy had, by some miracle, managed to get tickets to the very quickly sold-out San Diego show. He sometimes had to pinch himself to remember that it was real and he was going.

“You just have a crush on the guitarist,” Max had remarked when they had met for coffee. Although Billy had vehemently denied it, the redhead raised a knowing eyebrow. “Don’t think I haven’t seen the shrine you have in your bedroom.”

Billy choked on his coffee, “It’s not a shrine! It’s just a couple of posters, Max,” he knew he couldn’t really get one over on Max, she knew how to read him too well.

“Yeah right, and I’m the queen of England. What’s the big deal? They’re just a band.” Max downed the last of her coffee and looked to Billy for an answer to her question. Billy did not have one. “I knew it.”

Max, for all her teasing, did genuinely care for her brother and was never malicious. She left a twenty dollar bill on the table and grabbed Billy’s arm, “to get you ready to see your crush” she had said.

****

The crowd was already swarming around the stage of the venue, anticipating the arrival of the band. Most were decked out in merch, leather, and battle jackets. Billy was about four rows from the barrier but he was ready to fight his way to the front if needed. His hands shook as he tried to get a flame going on his zippo, he swore under his breath as he tried again.

“Here,” a voice said to his right and offered their lit cigarette so Billy could use the tip to light his own.

“Thanks,” he grumbled, taking a drag and feeling the nicotine hit settle into his system.

“No problem Blondie,” the helpful stranger replied and walked towards the stage. From behind, Billy could’ve sworn it was Eddie Munson.

****

A guitar squealed from the direction of the stage, the supporting band starting their set, one of the bands from the local circuit. Billy tapped his foot in time with the music, not really paying attention. His gut was swarming with butterflies from maybe talking to Eddie Munson, and ok it might have been just what he would’ve said to anyone else who was having problems with a lighter but he called him Blondie. Surely that meant something right? Was he thinking too much into this? Probably. Is he going to think about that when he jerks off when he gets home? More likely than you think.

Before he knew it, the supporting band were done, and Corroded Coffin was taking the stage. Eddie swaggered onstage with the confidence that was only reserved for rockstars. He was wearing ripped black jeans and a Black Sabbath tank top with a chain around his neck. Billy was sure he was wearing eyeliner too. Not enough to be obvious but you could see it if you paid attention.

“Hello, San Diego!” he yelled into a microphone. The crowd yelled back with just as much enthusiasm. The excitement in the air was palpable.

“Thanks for coming out tonight, we’re Corroded Coffin!”

“I love you Eddie!” someone in the crowd shouted out.

“I love you too! Now, are we ready to get this show on the road?”

The crowd screamed as the opening drum beats of ‘Upside Down’ started, and the lights around the stage dimmed to red, bathing the band members in a ghoulish hue. Eddie’s fingers flew over the frets of his guitar, his iconic custom NJ warlock, Eddie was in his element. A born performer, side gig in making panties fall to the floor.

Billy had been shoved to the front by some bigger guys that had been behind him, and he would’ve turned to kick their teeth in if they hadn’t given Billy such a good view. He was within arms reach of the stage and Eddie’s eyeliner was even hotter close-up. Of course, his horny brain took over and thought of the ways that he would mess up that eyeliner, and have it drip down Eddie’s face as he gagged on his cock.

Yeah, that was a thought for later.

While Billy was thinking about the things he’d do to Eddie, he didn’t see Eddie looking back at him.

****

The rest of the show was high energy, high noise, and some high people. Billy had seen a few blunts be passed about. He had declined himself on the fact that he had to drive home. As the rest of the crowd filtered out of the venue, Billy stopped to lean on the wall to have a smoke. He crushed the empty box in his hand, he could probably scrounge up some change to buy some more.

“Hey, Blondie,”

Billy turned to see who was speaking to him and nearly dropped his lighter when he saw who it was. Eddie Munson.

“Uh, hi? Needing a light?” he offered his zippo to the other man.

Eddie laughed and waved away the lighter. “Nah, I’m good, I’ve got a different proposition for ya Blondie.”

“Huh?”

“I saw you looking during the show,” Eddie was now very close to Billy and he wasn’t sure if he was happy or if he wanted to anxiety vomit. The frontman of his favourite band is schmoozing him? That’s what it was wasn’t it?

“So I’m thinking that you like what you see, and well so do I,” Eddie ran his finger down Billy’s chest, toying with the undone red shirt he was wearing. “You wanna come round the back with me?”

Billy didn’t need telling twice.

****

Eddie pushed Billy against the wall, kissing down his neck, knee in between Billy’s legs. Billy groaned, wanting to grind against Eddie’s leg but Eddie had him pinned.

“God, you’re so hot.” Eddie answered with biting into the groove between his shoulder and neck. Pleasure and pain in equal amounts that had Billy’s head spinning.

“Ah ah Blondie I didn’t say you could touch yourself yet,” Eddie grabbed Billy’s hand away from his groin.

“C’mon man I’m dying here,” Billy whined. Eddie had a devilish glint in his eye and was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Oh wow, you are kind of a brat Blondie. Maybe you should do less talking and more sucking yeah?” Eddie said as he started to pull his hemline down, revealing a dark snail trail that got Billy all sorts of excited.

“Goin’ commando cause you knew you were gettin’ some?” Billy teased, if Eddie said he was a brat, then by god, he was gonna be a brat. “And my name is Billy, by the way.”

He was rewarded with a slight tug on his hair, not enough to hurt but enough to rile him up. He dropped to his knees, and opened the fly to Eddie’s jeans. He started to suckle on the tip drawing a moan from the back of Eddie’s throat, growing more confident he started taking the length into his mouth, tongue working the underside.

“So good man… so good,” Eddie tilted his head towards the night sky, hand covering his mouth to muffle his moans.

Billy stopped for a second, but still fondled Eddie’s balls. “I wanna hear you, that shit’s hot.”

Eddie considered it before putting his hand on the back of Billy’s head and thrusting back into his mouth. Billy gagged as the tip hit the back of his throat. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes but he didn’t stop as now he was hearing those goddamn sinful noises from Eddie.

“God, you’re so good… Seen you at other shows in Cali, should’ve brought you back to the bus earlier.”

Billy gripped onto Eddie’s thighs for dear life, Eddie was thrusting harder, faster, absolutely wrecking his throat. He was drooling everywhere but he didn’t care, he was gonna cream his jeans if Eddie kept going like this.

“Got those pretty dick-sucking lips,” Eddie grunted out, he was close now, he could feel the pressure building in his abdomen. “I’m gonna.. Gonna cum.”

Eddie let out a howl into the night as he came down Billy’s throat, Billy swallowed every drop. Eddie felt like he had no bones in his legs as Billy zipped him up and got off his knees.

“So what was that about taking me back to the bus?”

#mungrove #billy hargrove #eddie munson #rockstar!eddie #groupie!billy #band au #stranger things #billy antis dni #my fics

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chapter eighteen — how many secrets can you keep

➝ it’s race weekend in austria, which means toto has some very special guests with him at the race. elisabeth’s anxiety has nothing to do with what’s happening on the track.

➝ word count: 6,8k

➝ warnings: sexual harrasment, mentions of an almost traffic accident

JUNE, 2015

Elisabeth drummed her fingers on the steering wheel of her Mercedes C-Class as followed the light curves of the S36, the expressway that cut through northern Styria. The pastoral landscape, made up of extensive green fields dotted with Norway spruces, was framed by the imposing Austrian Alps.

Elisabeth left Schloss Gabelhofen, an upscale hotel on the banks of the Pöls River, early that morning. Not that the way to the Red Bull Ring was far — the medieval castle was just over ten minutes from the circuit.

But, there was a very special reason why she woke up early that Saturday.

Well, two reasons.

— What are you thinking? — Toto asked her the night before, his fingers playing with the strands of her hair. The question made her shift uncomfortably against his chest.

— About tomorrow — Elisabeth replied, looking up into his brown eyes.

— Since when do you care about qualifying, Liesl? — he asked her, raising an eyebrow.

— I’m not talking about qualifying, Toto. I’m talking about them — she said, nodding to the wall behind them.

On the other side of that wall was Benedict and Rosi, who had arrived at the hotel earlier that evening after Toto had gone to Vienna to pick them up to watch the race.

It wasn’t a surprise that they would be in Styria that weekend. Since 2013, when Toto started going to the garage with her and Niki, the kids were always in attendance for the Austrian Grand Prix, sometimes even for the Hungarian Grand Prix, as the circuit wasn’t far from Vienna. However, unlike previous years, where Elisabeth was just Niki Lauda’s daughter, her status wasn’t quite as neatly defined now.

— Liesl, no need to worry. To them, you’re still Elisabeth, Niki’s daughter, and my friend.

— Friends generally don’t live in the same house.

— They can! I shared a house with friends of mine in the 90s.

— I doubt you were having sex with them — she said, trying to hold back a laugh. Toto looked at her and smiled back.

— True, I wasn’t having sex with them, but the fact that we are doesn’t change the fact that you’re my friend, too. You’re my best friend. You’re my partner in crime — he whispered, his thumb brushing her cheek.

Elisabeth was silent as she took in what he said. Their life had its ups and downs with the stress of living on planes and hotels being amplified by the struggle to keep their relationship status private from everyone except them. However, she’d never felt so sure of a choice in her life. Everything felt so right. She was so happy.

— You’re my best friend too, honey — Elisabeth replied softly. She couldn’t avoid sounding a bit hesitant.

The problem is, she knew that Toto wasn’t just any single man. He had baggage that he’d brought to the relationship — the fears, misgivings, and insecurities of an older man who had been married, had gotten divorced, and had a few girlfriends after his divorce. His baggage was the two most precious possessions he had, the two most important people in his life.

His children.

— But? — Toto asked.

— The term we use to define our relationship won’t matter to your children. To them, I will continue to be a new, unknown person who is stepping into their lives and taking a place by your side. It’s not as simple as it seems.

He blinked.

— It sounds like you’ve been doing some research already — Toto said.

Elisabeth felt her face heat.

— Well, I have.

— You researched how to deal with stepchildren? — he looked at her, one eyebrow raised.

— How to introduce myself to my stepchildren, more specifically.

— And what did you find?

— Well, I’ve found that first impressions are very important for a healthy relationship with them — she raised her hand and lifted a finger, listing off what she’d read — Supporting their interests and encouraging them is important. Also, giving the three of you space to do things together is a good way to bring more security to the relationship between me and the kids. And that honesty and trust are essential for this relationship to work.

Toto gazed at her for a few seconds.

— Everything makes sense, now — he said.

— What do you mean?

— I didn’t do any of that when I introduced them to Aurélie.

— You introduced them to Aurélie!? — she exclaimed, indignation clear in her voice.

— Yes — Toto replied, running his fingers through his messy dark hair.

She held herself back from laughing.

— And how did you do that?

— I took the three of them to a restaurant for dinner. Let’s just say… It wasn’t one of the best nights I’ve ever had with them.

— What happened?

— Well, apart from Benedict’s sour looks, Rosi’s complete indifference, and the fact that Aurélie was so tense she almost crushed my hand from squeezing it, practically nothing.

— Nothing?

— Nothing. They hardly spoke to her during the two hours we spent at the restaurant.

Elisabeth couldn’t help but feel a chill inside as nerves gripped her body and made her stomach turn.

— And… What if that happens to me? — she whispered.

— If what happens?

— What if they don’t like me?

Toto placed his lips on the top of her head, giving her a gentle kiss.

— They already like you, Liesl.

— But what if they stop liking me when they find out we’re together?

— It’s impossible to stop liking you, Elisabeth. Stay calm.

She wanted to stay calm. However, as she turned onto Spielbergerstrasse, the road leading to the Red Bull Ring, Elisabeth kept remembering what she and Toto had agreed to that morning, before she left his suite at the end of the hallway, praying that the kids hadn’t spotted her leaving somehow.

— No touching, no staring, no whispering to each other, no alone time — she muttered, as her eyes flicked over the street signs for the circuit that dotted both sides of the road — For all intents and purposes, we’re just good friends and co-workers.

Even in the face of such precautions, all Elisabeth could do was hope that both of their performances would be convincing enough that neither of the children realized the real nature of her relationship with Toto.

Just over an hour later, she was having her third coffee in the Mercedes’ hospitality area, her back to the entrance, until she heard a familiar voice greet someone behind her. Turning her head back, Elisabeth saw the team principal pass through the automatic door with two pre-teens in tow. They were playing excitedly with each other, the girl trying to steal the boy’s Mercedes cap. It may have been more than a year since she’d last seen them, but the resemblance to their father was uncanny.

— Good morning, Wolff pack — she joked, smiling at them.

— Good morning, Elisabeth — Toto replied, approaching her to greet her with a chaste kiss on the cheek. It was almost comical to her to greet him that way, like she hadn’t slept with him the night before — How are you?

— Fine, drinking Barbara’s amazing coffee.

He looked at the cup in front of her and raised an eyebrow.

— Barbie, is it her first today? — he asked the employee, pointing to the cup.

— Third, Toto — the woman replied, drying her hands on the apron she was wearing. He dropped the folder he was holding onto the chair next to her and took the cup from her hands, handing it to Barbara.

— Hey, give that back! — Elisabeth protested, getting up from her chair and going after him.

— No more coffee for this one, Barbie.

— Toto!

— You know you can’t drink that much coffee.

She tried to take the cup, but Barbara had it out of her reach already. Upset, she turned to Toto, who had a mischievous smile on his face. He had definitely done it to provoke her.

— Why? — she crossed her arms, sulking.

— Too much caffeine is bad, Liesl, we’ve talked about this already — he replied, approaching her.

— I never felt bad after drinking coffee, Toto.

— But you get anxious, I’ve noticed — he said, flashing her one of those smiles that made her heart flutter. However, Elisabeth’s eyes shifted to the kids behind him. Benedict and Rosi looked at them with a curious expression, as if they were trying to understand that interaction between them. “Shit”, she thought, looking back at Toto.

— And since when do you care about that? — she replied, tilting her head slightly towards the children, trying to subtly signal him to not say anything he’d regret.

— Since always, since you’re my friend. And you know friends care about each other’s health. You told me that yourself when I broke my arm — Toto said, giving her a wink.

— Yeah, but not in front of the kids — Elisabeth said quietly, keeping her eye on them. They were still looking at them — What will they think I am?

— Probably a caffeine addict — he muttered, causing her to playfully smack his arm.

— You’re ridiculous, Wolff.

— And you need to be stopped before the hospitality coffee runs out — Toto replied, making her laugh. Even when Elisabeth tried to look mad at him, she couldn’t.

He was too adorable.

— Okay, no more coffee for today — she relented, bringing a smile to his face. He turned to Benedict and Rosi and pointed a finger at her.

— And that’s how you tame a Lauda — he said, making the children laugh.

— It’s easy with me, I want to see you try that with my father — Elisabeth said, dodging him to grab her bag on the chair — By the way, has he arrived yet?

— Yes, Niki came with us.

— Oh. Where is he?

— Niki went straight to the garage. That’s where I’m supposed to be, but we left late and these two still haven’t had breakfast — he sighed, nodding at his children. Looking at the two of them, she dropped her bag strap back on the chair.

— If you want, I can stay here with them and you can head to the garage. We’ll catch up to you once they’ve eaten. What do you think?

Toto blinked once, twice before turning to face Benedict and Rosi.

— How does that sound, kids?

— Fine by me — the girl replied, settling into one of the chairs at her table.

Benedict, however, was more hesitant.

— Okay, Dad — he just said.

Toto smiled.

— Excellent! So I’ll meet you all there. Behave yourselves — he said, walking past Elisabeth and picking up his briefcase from his chair — And don’t let her have any more coffee.

— Okay, goodbye — she said, voice heavy with sarcasm as she settled into her chair.

Toto left the hospitality area and headed to the garage, walking quickly.

As for Elisabeth, looking at the two pre-teens in front of her, she couldn’t help but swallow hard.

She was alone with Toto’s children for the first time. Possibly her future stepchildren, and they didn’t even know it.

— What would you like to eat? — she smiled.

— I don’t know, what is there? — Rosi returned.

— Good question, I only have coffee here — she looked towards the caterer and raised her hand — Barbie, can you come over here?

The employee approached the table.

— Yes, Elisabeth.

— Could you tell us what’s on the menu for our guests?

— Well, we have a selection of breads, butter or jam to go with it, muesli, ham, smoked bacon, sausages, eggs, cakes, pastries and, to go with it, coffee, tea or juice.

Elisabeth looked at them.

— Plenty of options, no?

— Pretty much — Rosi said, smiling — I’ll have a kaisersemmel with jam, a bowl of muesli, and some juice.

Barbara wrote down the girl’s order on her notepad.

— And you, Benedict? — she asked, earning a serious look from him.

— Kaisersemmel, bacon, eggs and a cup of tea — the boy muttered to the caterer, who wrote down his order as well.

— And you, Elisabeth? Did you want something else?

— Well, I think I’ll have a…

— No coffee — Rosi exclaimed, the same mischievous smile as Toto’s on her lips.

“Definitely a daddy’s girl”, she thought, unable to hold back a laugh.

— I’m fine, I don’t need anything.

She watched Barbara walk toward the hospitality kitchen. Then she looked at the children again, studying the subtle differences between them. While Benedict seemed more reserved, looking at the card hanging around his neck that gave free access to the paddock, Rosi seemed enchanted by the environment, her eyes taking in all the details.

After a few minutes of silence, she decided to break the ice.

— Are you two looking forward to the qualifying session today?

— I am.

— I’m fine, I’m sure Lewis will do well — Benedict replied, a familiar confidence in his voice.

— Are you sure, Benedict? Nico did very well in Monaco — Elisabeth said, in an attempt to maintain a dialogue with him about something she knew that he knew a lot about. “Support their interests and encourage them”, she mentally repeated.

— Lewis is on a good run, he’s already scored six poles in seven races — the boy said, smiling — The car is reliable, fast, and he’s well adapted to it. He has everything to get another pole position today.

Benedict’s knowledge of motorsport didn’t surprise her. He, in addition to being the son of a man who was completely obsessed with the sport, was passionate about Formula 1. Elisabeth had already spent hours listening to Toto talk about how Ben watched the races in his lap when he was little, his eyes glued to the screen, watching Michael Schumacher’s red car.

His passion for motorsport had taken him to the Formula 1 In Schools at the school where he was studying, working as the team’s communications director, a role that he performed very well from what Toto told her. However, something told her that a potential leader lurked inside him, just like his father.

— Actually, you’re right — Elisabeth said, smiling — Speaking of a car, your father told me that you are participating in the construction of a miniature prototype, is that it?

— Yeah. We’re refining the design according to the aerodynamic tests that we did in Flow Design. We hope to be testing the car next month.

— And are you enjoying the process?

The boy smiled.

— Yes, a lot. It is complex to keep track of everything, school, extracurricular activities and now this project. But it’s exciting to see it come together, you know?

— I understand perfectly — she replied, spotting Barbara coming to the table out of the corner of her eye — And here comes your breakfast.

Barbara brought breakfast to the table carefully, balancing the plates and glasses on a tray. She smiled as she served the children, asking Elisabeth again if she wanted anything. She shook her head and thanked her. Then, Benedict and Rosi began to eat in silence, making occasional comments about the food and whatever was playing on the screen behind her.

After they’d eaten, Elisabeth led them out of hospitality towards the pits. By then, the paddock was busier, with a crowd of reporters, photographers, staff, guests and visitors making her heart sink. She didn’t even want to think about what might happen if she lost one of them in that crowd.

— Rosi, do you mind giving me your hand? — she asked the girl, trying to hide her apprehension — There’s a lot of movement in the paddock and I don’t want to lose sight of you.

— No problem, Elisabeth — she said, her fingers tightening around her hand.

— Could you take your brother’s hand too? Just to be safe.

The girl looked at her brother and took his hand. She expected Benedict to protest, telling his sister to let him go, but he was silent, watching the flurry of activity — people, press, and car parts, all moving back and forth.

She guided them through the scrum and got them to the Mercedes garage with little difficulty, though it took a bit longer than it normally would have. Noticing their arrival in the guest viewing area, Toto took off the silver headphones and got up from the engineering island to greet them.

— Everyone been fed? — he asked, leaning back against the wall.

— Very well — Elisabeth said, grinning.

— Did you drink any more coffee, Elisabeth?

— No, Rosi wouldn’t let me.

Toto gave his daughter a smile.

— She’s really daddy’s little girl — he said, giving her a wink.

— Speaking of daddy, where’s my dad? — she asked, eyes searching the garage for his red cap.

— He went to the Legends Parade, Elisabeth. Did you forget?

“Fuck, the Legends Parade”, she thought, putting a hand to her face.

Elisabeth had become so nervous about making a good impression on Toto’s children that she had completely forgotten about the event her father was participating in, along with other world champions and drivers from the first turbocharger era in the 1980’s.

— Is he still there?

— Yeah, they’re showing the cars now, they’re going to ride them around the track in a while.

— I’ll go down there, then — she said, dropping her bag on one of the chairs in the viewing gallery, next to Benedict, who was watching the screen in front of him.

Looking at him, an idea sprang to mind.

— Benedict, do you want to come with me to see my father’s McLaren MP4/2B?

She was certain that she saw the boy’s eyes light up.

— Yes, I do — he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. However, he turned to Toto, who had a distinct look of pride on his face — Can I, father?

— Yes, Ben. But don’t leave Elisabeth’s side under any circumstances.

The boy nodded, straightening his cap on his head before following her out of the garage, towards the busy pit lane. The walk to the point where everyone was gathered was fast, with Elisabeth sneaking through a gray gate towards the grid where the cars were positioned.

— This way, Benedict — she said, letting the boy pass her and placing a hand on his shoulder to lead him through the crowd of photographers and onlookers that surrounded the MP4/2. Elisabeth excused herself as she made her way through the crowd to where your dad was, talking to Alain Prost, his former McLaren teammate.

— Dad? — she said, waving at Niki, who smiled.

— Finally you showed up — he said, placing a kiss on her cheek — Where have you been? Disappeared from the hotel, you weren’t in the garage…

— I was with Rosi and Benedict at the hospitality — she said, patting the shoulder of the boy who was looking at the car, delighted — By the way, did you know Ben loves older cars?

He looked at Elisabeth and then at Niki, smiling. He didn’t seem to mind the use of his nickname.

— Yes, I do, Mr. Lauda — he said, nodding excitedly.

— Have you ever seen the MP4/2 up close, Ben?

— Never, just pictures — the boy said, straining to see something near the car’s wheels — It uses carbon brakes, doesn’t it?

Niki smiled.

— Yes, it was one of the few cars to have that feature. They excelled on street circuits in dry, hot conditions.

The boy circled the car, stopping near the rear wing.

— It was also one of the best in terms of aerodynamics, wasn’t it, Mr. Lauda?

— Yes, fantastic rear-wheel drive. The long, high-speed turns were amazing to take.

— I imagine — Benedict looked at your father, eyes gleaming.

The sight of the two of them interacting made Elisabeth feel something warm in her chest. She had often found herself imagining what it would be like to welcome everyone to her home in England for dinner. Her family and Toto’s, together, bound together by the love they felt for each other. Seeing Ben and Niki talking and playing, almost like grandfather and grandson, made the desire to see it happen grow.

— Niki! — she heard someone exclaim, in a familiar accent. “Oh no, not him”, Elisabeth thought, forcing a smile. Taking one last look at Ben, she saw the gray-haired man in the white jumpsuit wrap her father in a tight hug, thumping him on the back, companionably.

— How are you, Piquet?

— All well, thank God. And you, all on top?

Her father laughed.

— Everything is on top. You remember my daughter, Elisabeth, right?

Nelson looked at her.

— Of course I remember — he approached, placing a kiss on her cheek. That closeness made her shiver — She was a lovely little girl.

— Thank you, Mr. Piquet.

— But now she’s become a stunning woman — he took a step back, looking her up and down — Too much trouble keeping men away from her, Niki?

Her father gave him a forced smile. He was clearly a little uncomfortable.

— Not at all, Elisabeth is a responsible woman.

— Are you single? — Nelson asked her.

Elisabeth never wanted so much to be able to say she had a partner.

— Yes, I am.

— How can such a beautiful woman be single?

— I’m a very busy woman, I don’t have much time.

— If I were younger, I wouldn’t give up the opportunity to ask you out. Maybe I should set you up with my son, Pedro. Do you remember him? I introduced him to you in Ibiza some years ago.

Elisabeth hadn’t remembered that he had another son besides Nelson Junior, who raced with Mathias in GP2 in 2005. The boy had been the same sort of unpleasant that his father was — as arrogant and completely reckless. The prospect of another Piquet in racing like Junior was a real nightmare to Elisabeth and the racing world as a whole.

— Yes, I do — she lied, feeling her stomach churn.

The sound of clicking camera shutters made him exclaim for the moment to be photographed, saying he needed pictures of her to show his son. Positioning herself beside him, she felt Nelson’s hand land high on her waist, uncomfortably close to her left breast. With the smile not leaving her face, Elisabeth took a deep breath, looking into the lens for a few moments. “It will be over soon”, she repeated to herself like a mantra.

Then she felt the fingers in her ribcage crawling towards her breast and a warm breath against her ear.

— But, if you prefer older guys, you should let me know…

Elisabeth moved her hand from her father’s back and brought it to the point where Nelson was touching her. She noticed that her father was distracted, talking again to Prost. Then, turning to Nelson once more, she leaned in close.

— You should know that, while my father holds you in high regard, I cannot say the same — she whispered — You need to take your hands off of me before I make a point of telling everyone here what you just said and did to me.

He gave her a sneer.

— They’d never believe you — the ex-driver snapped.

— But I bet they’d believe Toto Wolff — Elisabeth said, looking behind him, over his shoulder. Turning his head, Piquet saw Toto, who was standing on the other side of the car, his hands on Benedict’s shoulders. It was obvious from the way his jaw was clenched that he was completely enraged.

Then, Toto made a subtle gesture to Piquet with his head — a tilt that said more than words could.

“Go away”.

— Excuse me, Miss Lauda — Nelson spat, walking away from her.

She took a few seconds to compose herself before saying hello to Alain. Then, Elisabeth stepped towards Toto and Benedict, the boy still distracted by the car. As she stood next to the team principal, she felt like crying, screaming, and throwing up, all at once. Wrapping one arm around her shoulders, Toto brought his face close to hers.

— Are you okay?

— Yes, Toto. Thank you for helping me.

She knew he wanted to say more than that, but it wasn’t possible there, with all the fuss and crowd, and with Benedict so close by. He gave her shoulder a light squeeze, his thumb stroking the skin exposed by the summer dress she’d chosen for the day. It was the most he could do, and it meant so much.

— What did you come over here for? — she asked, trying to push the memory of what had just happened out of her head.

— I saw you on the broadcast and wanted to see how you were doing. Ben looked very excited to be talking to your father.

Elisabeth smiled, placing her hand on top of his.

— Two lovers of speed together, there was no way it could not work out.

Suddenly, Benedict turned to them, making both Elisabeth and Toto step away suddenly.

— Can we see them race? — the boy asked, smiling.

— Yes, we can — Toto replied, taking the cap off Benedict’s head, revealing his light brown hair, messy from being under his hat — But it will have to be from the garage, okay?

Ben nodded, taking his hat back and putting it back on his head.

They made it back to the garage together in time to see the cars on the track through the screens in the viewing gallery. With the silver headphones on his head, Benedict was talking animatedly to Rosi, making gestures with his hands. As she watched, Elisabeth discreetly touched Toto’s shoulder to draw his attention.

— Everything okay? — he asked her, removing one side of the earphones to hear her.

— Yes, I was just looking at the kids.

Leaning over to look at his children, his brown eyes found her face again, accompanied by the wrinkles that only appeared when he gave his widest smiles, as well as the crinkle of his nose that made her belly fill with butterflies.

— They’re happy — Toto whispered in realization.

— Yes, they are.

— Thank you.

— For what? — you asked, laughing.

— For being here. For being by my side. For being my partner in crime.

Elisabeth smiled.

— We’re in this together. Always.

Suddenly, Toto turned his face to the screen, pressing the headphones to his ear.

— Your dad’s driving now, do you want to listen?

She nodded, handing him the cable to her headphones so he could plug them into the engineering station. Looking up at the screen, Elisabeth saw her dad rev up his McLaren MP4/2 on the main straight of the Red Bull Ring, the red and white livery becoming a blur on the asphalt.

Unlike her brothers, she’d never seen her father drive in actual races. All she knew about her father’s career were just memories he’d shared, videos she’d found on YouTube, and the pictures scattered through the house. Seeing him actually driving the car with which he had won his third World Championship in front of her was different.

It was definitely much better than watching the videos and photos.

It was magical.

When her father returned to the garage before qualifying, Elisabeth approached him, smiling.

— What do you think, Mauslein? — he asked her, adjusting the red cap on his head.

— You drove pretty well for an old man — she said. He burst out laughing.

— An old man out of shape, by the way.

— But very talented, nonetheless — she added, giving him a hug — It was amazing to actually see you on the track. Really amazing.

Her father placed a kiss on her cheek.

— Thank you, Mauslein.

The results of the qualifying session did not come as a surprise. Just as Benedict had said over breakfast, Lewis scored another pole position, 200 hundredths of a second ahead of Nico. Another extraordinary performance from an extraordinary driver in an extraordinary machine.

Rising from her chair, Elisabeth made her way to the guest area where Benedict and Rosi were sitting and talking. As the boy was explaining something to his sister, the girl looked at her own pit, looking distracted. Leaning back against the partition, she smiled.

— You were right, Ben — she said — Lewis rocked it today.

The boy looked up at her, the corners of his lips curving into a smile.

— Yes, he did very well. And it will be even better tomorrow.

— What did you think, Rosi?

— I thought it was cool, but quite noisy.

— Just don’t take off your headphones, Rosi — Benedict retorted.

— But it was uncomfortable — the girl complained — They kept squeezing my head, it was already hurting.

— But you shouldn’t take them off!

— Ben, it’s okay. Tomorrow we will see more comfortable headphones for Rosi, ok?

The girl nodded, smiling.

Suddenly, she felt a hand touch the base of her spine, the fingers gently brushing the fabric of her dress. Elisabeth felt her body suddenly tense, only relaxing the moment she realized that Toto was touching her. He was leaning against the partition beside her, looking relaxed.

— Did you have fun today? — Toto asked, smiling at his kids.

— A lot — Rosi replied.

— Yes, a lot — Ben said, getting a pat on his hair from his father.

Watching them, she couldn’t hold back a sigh. “Maybe this can work”, Elisabeth thought, a faint smile playing on her lips.

— And you, Liesl? — Toto turned to her, a gleeful gleam in his eyes — Did you have fun?

— Yes. Race weekends are always fun, especially up close — she replied, tucking a lock of her light-brown hair behind her ear.

— Glad you — he started to say, correcting himself soon after — Or rather, you all had fun. However, I wanted to ask you something.

— Are you staying late? — Ben asked, raising an inquiring eyebrow in a way that was eerily similar to the way his father did. Toto couldn’t help but look a little startled by the boy’s quick deduction.

— Yes — Toto replied quietly — How do you know?

— We heard an engineer talking to Bono — Rosi replied, a mischievous smile on her face. It was a smile that looked just like Toto’s.

— Well, then, since you know I’m going to have to stay a little longer here on the track, I want to know if you two wanted to stay in the hospitality, while I finish the debrief and do some meetings.

Benedict and Rosi looked at each other, as if seeking the answer in each other’s silence. Faced with that impasse between the two, Elisabeth decided to speak out.

— Well, I’m heading back to the hotel now — she said, making the three pairs of brown eyes turn towards her — If you want, I can take you there, no problem. I imagine you both are tired and tomorrow will be as full as today.

Rosi turned to face her brother, a wide smile on her face, before looking back at you.

— I want to go to the hotel with you, Elisabeth. Can I, dad?

Toto was still looking at her silently, a glint of admiration in his eyes.

— If it’s not a problem for Elisabeth…

— No problem at all — she replied — It will be great to have company to go back to the hotel.

— Are you going with your sister, Ben?

The boy looked at her, studying her expression for a few seconds. Then he turned to Toto and smiled.

— I want to stay with you, dad.

The answer caused a strange unease to rise in her chest. “Did Ben not like me?”, she thought, trying to hide her discomfort by looking at her phone.

— You know you can’t leave hospitality, don’t you? — Toto asked.

— Not even to go to the garage to see the mechanics working on the car?

— If you want to see the mechanics, I can bring you by, but you can’t leave here until I get back. I don’t want you hanging around the paddock at this hour, is that clear? — he replied with a stern expression on his face.

— Fine, dad — Benedict replied excitedly.

— So, are you ready to go? — Elisabeth asked Rosi.

— Yes.

Elisabeth waited for Rosi to say goodbye to Benedict and Toto, watching her give each of them a hug. It felt like deja vu. Rosi’s relationship with her father and brother was very reminiscent of her own relationship with Niki, Mathias and Lukas. “Maybe we’re not all that different”, she thought, watching Toto say something to his daughter before kissing the top of her head. Then he looked up at her.

— Be careful on the road, Liesl — Toto said, approaching her and giving her cheek a cordial, chaste kiss.

— Always — she replied, trying to sound casual.

When he pulled away, their eyes met for a moment. There was, undeniably, a glow of happiness in them, and she was sure it wasn’t just from the results of qualifying.

— Ready, Elisabeth? — she heard Rosi say, taking her hand suddenly. The gesture made something warm in her chest. “She trusts me”, she thought, looking into the girl’s chocolate eyes.

— Let’s go, dear. Goodbye, boys — she said, leaving the hospitality along with Rosi, heading towards the paddock exit.

Seated in the leather seats of her black Mercedes C-Class, Elisabeth maneuvered the car carefully through the staff’s parking lot. Crossing the entrance gate and Red Bull statue, she made a point of waving to the people who were huddled against the railings on the side of the road, waiting for the drivers to leave. With the camera flashes filling her vision with spots, she took the turn slowly, pulling onto Spielbergerstraße with caution.

— I don’t know how you and my dad put up with this — Rosi muttered.

— This what?

— The photographers. The reporters. The cameras on you. Attention all the time.

Elisabeth heaved a sigh, shifting gears.

— I won’t say it’s easy, because it isn’t. But there comes a point where you get used to it, especially inside the paddock. It turns out that journalists and photographers become part of the environment, like potted plants.

Rosi laughed.

— But my father doesn’t agree with me — she continued, looking briefly at Rosi — He finds it all very invasive, very disturbing. He calls the photographers ‘vultures’.

— My father does, too — the girl exclaimed.

— Now you know where he got it from — Elisabeth smiled at her.

Silence settled over the interior of the car, but there was nothing uncomfortable about it. As she tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, Elisabeth felt a lightness inside you — a kind of relief that came from everything going well that day. Not just on-track, but off. It was a sense of accomplishment.

— Elisabeth…

— Yeah? — she answered.

— Can I turn on the radio?

She smiled.

— Sure.

With a few taps on the screen, the car was filled with Ed Sheeran’s melodious voice, the soft chords of the guitar making her smile.

And I’m thinking ‘bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways

Her head began to shake gently.

Maybe just the touch of a hand

Her fingers drummed on the steering wheel to the beat of the song.

Oh me I fall in love with you every single day

Her lips muttered the lyrics silently.

And I just wanna tell you I am

Her mind was filled with memories of white wine-flavored kisses.

— I really like this song — Rosi said, once the British singer finished the chorus for the first time.

— Your father loves that song too — Elisabeth muttered unconsciously, not realizing what she’d implied until she heard the girl next to her answer her.

— Because it reminds him of you, doesn’t it?

Her words made her heart skip a beat and her entire body feel heavy. The shock had Elisabeth swerve the car, her foot slamming on the brake with such force that her torso was shoved against her seat belt.

She turned off the ignition, feeling her hands shake as she pressed the hazard light button. Her pulse roared in her ears, her breaths heavy. Gathering all the courage she had left, Elisabeth turned to face Rosi, who was staring at her with wide eyes.

— Where did you get this from, Rosi? — she managed to say, her voice shaking with shock.

The girl hesitated for a few seconds before starting to speak.

— Well, I suspected my dad was seeing someone when I saw his phone.

She felt her heart sink. She had been so careful to keep his number with the same name, without any hint that there was anything more. After all, they never knew when someone might look at the screen.

“He couldn’t have changed my contact information after our conversation, could he?”, she thought, her fingers gripping the steering wheel.

— What did you see? — she asked. Elisabeth was imagining the worst.

— His cell phone was ringing and I was going to take it to him at his office, but the call went to voicemail. That’s when I saw the wallpaper and realized it wasn’t the same photo I’d set for him.

It was an undeniable fact that Toto was a walking six-foot-five contradiction. The fact that he had achieved success investing in tech companies but was completely unable to download an app or change his phone’s wallpaper without help always made Elisabeth laugh.

At that moment, she didn’t find the situation funny, especially since it had been that simple detail that had exposed them to his kids.

— The fact that his phone’s lock screen picture was different. I know my father doesn’t know how to change it, so that made me suspicious. However, when I showed it to Ben, he noticed in the photo that there was a lipstick mark on one of the glasses. That’s when we were sure he was seeing someone.

— That’s all?

— No. The furniture in different places and the new decor in the penthouse also made us suspicious. We were sure when my dad played this song on the way here and started humming it.

Elisabeth had no idea what to say.

She and Toto had definitely underestimated Benedict and Rosi.

— My father only ever plays one song when he drives, which is Thunderstruck, by AC/DC. We always heard it on a loop, no matter how long the trip was.

Elisabeth held back a laugh.

— I’m guessing you got sick of it.

— Very — the girl laughed, lowering her gaze.

— Me too — she replied, smiling.

It was silent again for a few seconds, as if they were looking for something to say to each other. Then Rosi looked up at her.

— Are you my father’s girlfriend?

She hesitated for a few seconds. There was no way out now.

— Yes, Rosi, I’m your father’s girlfriend.

The girl looked forward, her expression unreadable.

— Are you upset? — Elisabeth questioned her, trying to hide the apprehension in her voice.

— No, Elisabeth. I would never be upset if my father is happy. But knowing that you’re the one who’s on his side makes me — the girl hesitated for a second, as if she was searching for the right word — Glad. Well, not just me, but Ben too.

Her lips curved into a tight smile, relief flooding her body.

She could hardly believe what she was hearing.

Rosi liked her. Benedict liked her.

— Besides, you’re better than the last one he introduced us to. She didn’t like us.

Elisabeth laughed, remembering what Toto had said about Aurélie’s introduction to the kids over dinner. She’d definitely made a poor impression.

— I like you a lot too, Rosi. I like you and Ben — she replied, placing her hand on top of hers.

— And my father, do you like him?

She felt her cheeks heat up. “Like” wasn’t an adequate enough word to describe the way she felt when she was with him, whether in the garage, on the plane, or just them, alone in their house together. Her feelings for him went far beyond a simple physical attraction, which was their guide in the first months of coexistence. It was something much deeper, genuine, intense.

— I love him, Rosi. I love him.

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…that does make sense! It reminds me of shaping something out of the Grand Fountain. I’m more used to spellcasting mechanics, but harnessing intent like this is something I’m not too unfamiliar with! I’ll give it a try now.

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…GOOD. I HEARD THE SOUND OF ITS SUMMONING. NOW, FOCUS YOUR MAGICAL INTENT. AND LET IT POOL WITHIN THE ORIGIN OF THE ATTACK. WHEN YOU CAN HOLD THE ENERGY NO LONGER. ALLOW IT TO COALESCE INTO A SINGLE BEAM.

THINK OF IT LIKE DRAWING A BOW TO ANCHOR. AND RELEASING IT IN ONE MOTION. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO HOLD THE ENERGY WITHIN PLACE. OR IT MAY RELEASE ITSELF OF ITS OWN ACCORD. IN A MUCH LESS… CONSTRUCTIVE. MANNER.

TRY IT NOW.

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Hmm. Um, I’ll try that again. It fizzled out…

IT IS ALL RIGHT IF YOU CANNOT DO IT YET. IT IS A VERY DIFFERENT KIND OF MAGIC. FROM WHAT YOU ARE LIKELY USED TO. TAKE YOUR TIME TO BECOME COMFORTABLE. WITH SIMPLY SUMMONING THE ATTACK. IT WILL NOT CONSUME YOUR MAGIC. UNTIL IT FIRES SUCCESSFULLY.

…SPEAKING OF WHICH. I WANTED TO ASK YOU ABOUT ‘TENSION POINTS.’ THE “PLAYERS” TOLD ME OF HOW THEY ENABLE YOUR SPELLCASTING. BUT WHAT THEY SAID ABOUT THE GENERATION OF ‘TENSION POINTS.’ AND YOUR USAGE OF THE ‘PACIFY’ SPELL IN PARTICULAR. WAS… CONCERNING.

…IS THERE… ARE YOU… ARE YOU OKAY, RALSEI?

Oh, I’m fine! I don’t use that spell as often as they implied I do, anyway. Usually I sleep pretty well! It’s only every once in a while that I end up using it.

BUT THE FACT THAT YOU ARE ABLE. TO CAST IT AT ALL, EVEN OUTSIDE OF BATTLE… TO BE IN SUCH A STATE OF HEIGHTENED STRESS. THAT ITS EFFECTS ARE COMPARABLE TO BEING GRAZED BY A BULLET… THAT IS QUITE WORRISOME.

Oh? Is it?

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…YES. ALL THE MORE SO FOR YOUR HAVING TO ASK THAT.

…BUT THEN AGAIN. I SUPPOSE YOU WOULD NOT HAVE HAD ANY METRIC. BY WHICH TO HAVE KNOWN THAT, WOULD YOU…? I CAN ONLY ASSUME THAT YOUR CREATOR DID NOT IMPART UPON YOU. MUCH KNOWLEDGE OF MENTAL HEALTH.

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BUT THAT IS NEITHER HERE NOR THERE. I… I DO NOT KNOW HOW I MAY HELP YOU. BUT IF YOU FEEL THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO TALK ABOUT IT…

It’s fine. Spellcasters are meant to build up stress a little more easily than other classes, haha. It really isn’t that unusual to have a full TP bar after dealing with those above us, I think! Especially if they’re, um, being demanding.

YES, CERTAINLY, BUT…

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…IS IT BECAUSE OF ME? I… I UNDERSTAND IF IT IS. I WILL NOT BE MAD, I JUST… WISH TO KNOW WHAT IT IS THAT IS CAUSING YOU DISTRESS. SO THAT I MAY FIX IT.

It’s not your problem to worry about. Capische?

…Umm, but since you are worried… I don’t have quite as much TP lately as I used to. These days, um, it doesn’t build up as fast as it used to, either. So you don’t have to be concerned, okay? I really am doing fine.

…I UNDERSTAND. I APOLOGIZE FOR PRESSING YOU. I AM JUST… REMINDED OF MY SON. HE ALWAYS REFUSED TO ADMIT WHEN HE WAS STRUGGLING. EVEN WHEN THE EVIDENCE WAS DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF ME.

I DO NOT KNOW WHETHER HE WAS TOO PROUD TO ASK FOR HELP. OR SIMPLY DID NOT THINK I COULD HELP. BUT… IT WAS DIFFICULT TO WATCH. IF THERE IS ANYTHING AT ALL I CAN DO…

…BUT AS I SAID. I WILL NOT PRESS YOU FURTHER. I AM JUST GLAD THAT YOU ARE DOING BETTER THAN BEFORE. I… I HOPE THE TREND CONTINUES.

Thanks!

…Darn, that one didn’t work either. Umm… I guess this is more difficult than I thought, haha!

TRIAL AND ERROR. FAILURES PROVIDE MEANINGFUL DATA FOR NEXT TIME. JUST DO NOT FORCE IT IF IT IS NOT WORKING. YOU WILL ONLY HURT YOURSELF THAT WAY.

I think I almost got it! Just a little longer. Like you said, I'm learning a lot from trial and error! Your lessons always teach me a lot of new things, haha.

THAT IS WONDERFUL TO HEAR.

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I, TOO, HAVE LEARNED FROM OUR LESSONS. THINGS THAT I DID NOT EXPECT. CONCERNING THE WAY YOUR WORLD FUNCTIONS. AND BY EXTENSION, THE CONNECTION BETWEEN OUR OWN WORLDS. AND THAT OF THE “PLAYERS.”

…THEY WERE CERTAINLY QUICK TO MAKE REFERENCE. TO OUR CONVERSATION DURING YOUR PIANO LESSON.

Haha. Like I said last time… it's very, very interesting, isn't it?

YES… IT IS A NEW UNKNOWN VARIABLE. A RARITY IN THIS EXISTENCE OF MINE, THOUGH AS OF LATE. THERE HAS BEEN MORE TO STUDY. THAN EVER.

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I AM CERTAIN WE WILL LEARN MORE. OF THE PURPOSE OF THIS PHENOMENON–

I did it! I did it! Did you hear that? It was so loud!!

EXCELLENT, RALSEI. VERY GOOD. THE SOUND IS UNMISTAKABLE.

DID YOU, AH… HIT YOUR MARK?

Umm…! I meant to fire it off into the emptiness beyond the cliffs, but, umm… it hit the ground. Haha. Umm… it's kind of a big crater…!

THAT IS TO BE EXPECTED. THE BEAMS LOOSE A LARGE AMOUNT OF ENERGY. WITHIN A VERY CONCENTRATED AREA.

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT…?

I'm okay! Um, the ground shook a bit, but I'm not hurt at all! And I'm just on the cliffs, so it's okay if I mess up the terrain here a little bit, I think! Umm… I think a crater of this size would have been bad if I had done it in Castle Town, haha. Maybe I won't practice these in the training grounds until I have better control…

A PRUDENT CHOICE.

TO BE CERTAIN THAT YOU UNDERSTAND. HOW TO CONTROL THE CONSEQUENCES OF AN ACTION. BEFORE PROCEEDING WITH THAT ACTION. IS THE RESPONSIBILITY OF ANY WHO WIELD SUCH POWER.

I'm not sure I do understand how to control the consequences yet, haha. Certainly not as much as you think I do. Still… that's why I have these lessons with you, isn't it? To figure out what sort of control could be possible for me.

And, you know… maybe you could keep consequences in mind a bit more during our time together, too. Just a thought.

…

…DULY NOTED.

#officialralsei #hehe.

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Spell casting for the modern era.

Im a middle age gentleman who has been trying to find love for awhile. So I decided to do what any witch would do in my situation. I cast a spell to bring love into my life. Now first off I didn’t cast this spell on any specific person. I am a firm believer that free will always wins out and you cannot force anyone to love you or be attracted to you. So I made this spell kind of open ended. Now this post isn’t a recording of my success or failure in my endeavor and the exact way I cast the spell isn’t important. I’m posting this to provide some spell casting pointers to anyone who may be in need.

First all spell casting is manifestation. Manifestation is bringing thought and idea into reality. The thought and idea is to bring love romantic love to be specific into my life. Being specific about your desired outcome is of course very important. The more specific you are the better your chances of success but you don’t want to be too specific for doing so can easily lead you into expectations and expectations can be dashed.

Never forget the principle of correspondence. “As above so below” What does this mean? As you do above or in the spiritual world so should you also do in the physical world. For example if one wishes to bring love into their life not only should you be spell casting but you should also be putting yourself out there in the physical. This can be hard of course but you’re looking for a physical outcome so why would you not put in the physical work. Let’s say I want to bring money into my life. Do you think it’s just going to poof into your bank account? This actually is a great check for yourself. Is what your wanting realistic? Can you envision exactly how this thing could come to reality? We are not wishing upon a star or tapping our heels together.

Which leads into open mindedness. If you cast a money spell and find 20 bucks on the ground your spell was a success. Again I can’t stress enough that unrealistic expectations are the bane of spell casting. This is why we teach meditation and mindfulness. Only when your eyes are open can you see the little things, the signs, the traps, the pitfalls and the way forward. How often have we become discouraged because things didn’t go as we envisioned. Well I’m sorry to say that we can’t always see how these things will come to fruition. When dealing with unknown quantities sometimes we can’t know how the manifestation will come to be.

And then of course there’s patience. Not everything happens overnight. It might take days, months or even years for your spell to come to fruition. How often do we get discouraged because we didn’t get it right away. Remember those unknowns? Maybe you had to experience something to get to where you need to be. Sometimes you gotta get lost to find the way.

So what’s the point of spell casting? What’s the difference between this and just letting shit happen? Because of choice. We are beings of choice and self empowerment. We don’t have to be a bump on a log. We don’t have to have a come what may attitude. Remember magick is the art and science of creating change in accordance with your own will. We can desire change and we can act to bring that change about. The difference is we have the power to create change and make our lives what we want. It doesn’t have to be supernatural but sometimes it just might be.

#paganism #wicca for beginners #wicca #witchcraft

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untitled-smp · 11 months

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Broadcast #07 - Progress - WZRD Verdigris Radio

In the heart of the Corroded faction, an enigmatic man, better known as the Wizard, releases his first radio broadcast to the world. We hope you’ll become a listener.

This week’s song is “Sun Moth” by Fever the Ghost

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"So sorry! The tapes of the most recent broadcasts from the past few months have just been sitting on my desk, instead of being mailed to you to be digitized. I'll be sending them all over to you right now, I'm so so sorry." -- WZRD's Audio Archivist

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WZRD Verdigris Radio is written, produced, and edited by @theecryptiid.

The Wizard is voiced by Cass theecryptiid.

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Good afternoon listeners! It’s the first of many hot days here in Verdigris, which I’m happy to say I haven’t had to deal with much as I’ve been hard at work getting a special project together. We’ve been putting together a group of gazebos to represent the three different factions that have emerged in the past year, and it is my hope that it means we will be able to work together as a group to achieve some semblance of peace.

I don’t entirely know why we ended up splintering off into these three different groups, I think it’s mostly because of the stress we were under in the inbetween of the old world to this one. Those of us who grouped up to keep ourselves sane during that process seemed to keep the same allegiances when we emerged into safety.

Corroded, Malfunction, and Wisteria, what a group of folks. Could not be more different, and are yet, still very much the same. I feel like we forget, being so close to one another, why we are the same, what we have in common. What we are, every day, hiding from. [sighs], I’m sorry listeners, it’s just this time of year reminds me where we were last year, and all of the trials and tribulations we went through. [laughs sadly], This time…uh this time last year we were trying to make peace with an Unknown, and look where that got us. For those of you who don’t remember or weren’t around…well it got my home blown to smithereens, and irradiated with all manner of dark corruption.

I digress. All of this is to say, I worry about that, about it happening again and the fact that we could do very little to stop it last time. I’ve got some plans, been talking to some members of other factions who I’m friendly with, and they agree we’ve gotta make some sort of agreement between us, make sure that there’s no infighting that might distract us from the things that wish us harm.

[pause, chuckle], as you can probably tell I’ve had a lot of time to think while chopping down and stripping birch and oak for this building. I’ve missed the hard work somewhat, but my old body definitely does not, my back and arms were aching yesterday!

Oh, hey! Was that? Oh yes it was, just saw Flick flying in, probably to pick up some stuff from Verde Drug. Speaking of him actually, he brought me the results of the election just yesterday! Seems Doc is the new president of Wisteria, so congratulations to him. In my opinion he will make a strong, firm leader who will work well under the happenstance of a crisis.

Alright, well, before I head off to go bring Joco some dinner where they’re hard at work on the pit under the gazebos, I’ll leave you with one last tune before my audio archivist takes over spinning the discs for the evening.

#the wizard #the wizard's broadcasts #cass #theecryptiid #theecryptiid was killed by magic

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achitka · 1 year

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Chapter 30: Perfectamente Imperfecta

Chapter 31 here

Summary:

Isabela wants something she thinks is no longer possible…makes for a long morning. I do not recommend self harm as a way of dealing with issues. Though I do understand why it happens. I say this as someone who once lived in a very dark world…It will get better. Might take longer than you want, but there's always light, even if it's one star a billion miles away.

Perfectamente Imperfecta

(Perfectly Imperfect)

Dolores finished her breakfast quickly and left the table to go to Mirabel’s room. She probably should have asked first, but Mirabel was busy looking after Paola and she did tell her mother what she was about, so Dolores hoped Mirabel wouldn’t mind. Keeping track of the people in the mountains was far more interesting to her and a better use of her time. In fact, she honestly thought this was the happiest she ever felt about having this magical ability.

After last night, Dolores noticed Casita had improved the map. More areas showed either rocks or trees. The larger group had halted near a previously unknown river. It made Dolores wonder how Doris and Inez had gotten the children across it. Dolores looked at the group of children, they were still pretty deep in the forested area and were nowhere near the place Camilo had returned to Casita from.

She was watching three separate sets of lights now. The larger group, which had been camped by the river, came into view just after breakfast. She had been watching for them since Antonio came to her to tell her Tina the owl had returned and said they took down the houses. She assumed that meant they’d broken camp and were on the move. She had managed to have Casita label the leader, whose head now floated near the front of a line of dimly glowing lights. She guessed there were a total of twenty-five. Fernando was easy enough to spot since he was by himself, and Casita labeled that light as well. He did not appear to be following the women, he was instead skirting the larger group. Doris and Inez had at least five additional children with them. Most were likely younger than Paola, since their heart rates were faster than hers. Only the women ever spoke. The children, aside from an occasional cough or whine, said nothing.

Dolores let out a squeak when she heard:

Isabela (Let me help.)

Mirabel (sigh)

Isabela (Our family, was given a miracle. Or more rightly, our Abuela was given a miracle. This was passed on to us…we were each given a magical Gift to help the people of our community. I can grow, literally anything.)

There was a popping sound and everyone else went silent

Mirabel (Are you trying to frighten her?)

Isabela (I do not think a small cactus is frightening… See it’s beautiful.)

Mirabel (Then why grow it under her nose?)

Isabela (Why not?)

Tiles clattered and Mirabel snapped (Stop it Casita. I don’t need any help.)

More angry tiles rattled, there was a pause then Mirabel (I’m sorry, Issa, I keep forgetting.)

After a short silence, someone got up. Isabela said (No, I shouldn’t have done that. I am sorry, Paola. I really did not mean to frighten you. Please accept this as part of my apology, it will match your pretty ribbon.) another short silence (I’m going up to my room to get ready for the meeting.)

Abuela said nothing during all of this, but her heart rate had gone up and though Isabela had sworn her to secrecy, Dolores was really concerned about her prima. That was why she told their Abuela the things Isabela had told her. Those scratches on her arms were showing up more and more frequently. Never too deep and at first, there were only a few, but by the end of last night and though she tried to hide them, even Antonio had noticed. He whispered his question to her when Issa had gone to the other side of the room when Abuela came in. She hoped she had reassured him, but the way he and Camilo were talking during breakfast made her wonder. It had also made her more aware of how stressed Isabela’s voice sounded.

Last night, when Mirabel was dealing with whatever had happened in her room, Issa seemed genuinely worried about Mirabel’s fear. Today she sounded like the old Issa, the one that was jealous of and pretended to dislike her little sister. Dolores wondered if that was what the real problem was. Isabela, Dolores knew, actually liked being the center of attention. It had been trained into her for almost twenty years. Now that their roles were switched and Mirabel was the focus, Isabela was not sure how or where she fit into things or even if she wanted to. Once Casita was finished, she confided, she planned to leave the Encanto and travel the world. Dolores had thought that would be wonderful and with Luisa planning to leave and become a vet, she needed someone to point her in some direction. But what she really needed was for their Abuela to apologize and accept her as she was.

Camilo appeared shortly thereafter but said nothing about the almost argument Issa and Mira had had. He said he was there to get a good look at the map. Like Mirabel, he poked at the floating heads and seemed surprised that he could not hear them. He was curious where he had actually been last night, and Casita did something neither were expecting. It recreated the route he took the night before. It appeared as a lightly glowing line, but thankfully this only took a few minutes, not the actual hours it took last night. While they watched, she asked if he was going to the meeting. He said no, since he did not feel he had completely recovered from his excursion the previous day. He left shortly thereafter to go eat second breakfast and start studying the books given to him by the headmaster at the school. It was weird, she thought, her bothersome little brother was going to be a teacher.

Dolores had had no specific requests either, or rather, no one really wanted her to be listening in on their conversations. If they did, it was mostly petty nonsense, so no loss there. Mariano was going to be at the meeting because his mother was on the council. He did promise to let her know if she should listen in. Sylvia Guzman, Dolores knew, wanted Mariano to take her place on the council one day. He was less than enthusiastic about that, but being a dutiful son, he went. Dolores thought he would actually be excellent at that, he was intelligent, charismatic and very well thought of. She had told him everything she knew about the mountain travelers while he was having breakfast with his mother. He tapped his fork on his plate twice, and Dolores stopped talking. They’d worked out that signal to let her know the other was listening to whomever was in front of them.

She was waiting somewhat impatiently for him to respond to his mother’s last question when she heard.

Tío Agustín (Mirabel, there’s something you need to know about Paola.)

Mirabel (Oh?)

Tía Julieta (Paola is a boy.)

Mirabel (What? But why would…)

Tía Julieta (I’m sure ‘she’ has her reasons, Corazón. They’ve clearly been through a lot, so I’m going to get the ‘girl’ clothes as she requested. If that is what it takes for her to be comfortable, then so be it.)

Tío Agustín (We just did not want you to find out in an awkward way.)

Dolores looked over at the label that Casita had assigned to Paola. It showed the smiling face of a little girl wearing a flower crown in her hair. Dolores hoped no one would make a big deal about it and she most certainly wasn’t going to mention it. There were others in town who did similar things, and she was thankful her Abuela had never asked her to listen for them. She knew about them, especially those that would pray so fervently to the Virgin for peace and for answers as to why they felt the way they did.

When she was younger, and less able to shut out voices, it always made her sad to the point that either her mother would take her with her to the fields and let the thunder roll or her father would take her out to the woods. Far enough away that she could relax. He was the one that built the little shed she’d taken Mariano to.

She recalled another that would dress as a man but her memories of him were few, but she recalled he was a small man with a thin mustache. He was good friends with her Tío Bruno and his name was Jorge Rodriguez. For almost thirty years Jorge lived alone at the edge of town and made the most beautiful women’s shoes in the Encanto. Even though this was considered women’s work, everyone had at least one pair of his shoes.

When he died, unexpectedly, and it was discovered they were not a man, it caused quite the uproar. Because of her Gift, she heard it all and the days that followed were just horrible for her as the more spiteful folks wanted to put him in a dress to be buried, as God intended. Others were somewhat kinder about it but seemed to hold the same opinion about the dress. And most said less than generous things about Jorge’s reasons for doing it. She learned a lot of words no eight-year-old should know. However, because Jorge Rodriguez had no family in the Encanto, her Tío asked Abuela if they could oversee the funeral arrangements. Abuela agreed but the folks who showed up to see how the body was dressed were disappointed to find her Abuela also insisted that the casket remained closed.

There were only a few other people in the church besides the Madrigals. Dolores was sitting with her family at the front of the church, and she heard Isabela ask Tío Bruno, “Do you think God will be mad at us for not letting the people say goodbye to him?”

Her Tío put an arm around her and said, “No. I don’t think most of those people outside came to say goodbye to Jorge. Considering they never had a kind thing to say about Señor Rodriguez when he was alive.”

“Oh…Tío why would they want to put Jorge in a dress?” Isa asked in a whisper and Tía Julieta, who sitting next to them rubbed her forehead.

Her Tío just said, “Just remember to always be yourself, don’t let anyone tell you different.”

People outside the church were gossiping up a storm and Dolores whimpered as she crawled into her father’s lap and pushed her head into his chest. She closed her eyes and listened to his heart beat as he covered her other ear with his hand and began to hum. It filled her whole head as she relaxed and at some point, fell asleep.

Mariano (Dolores, mi vida)

Dolores started and looked at the town for Mariano’s light. It was no longer in his house but on the street in front of it. She touched it lightly saying “Yes, Mariano?

Mariano (We are leaving for the meeting now.)

“Alright.”

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Isabela walked into her room and almost turned and walked back out. She examined all the scratches on her arm and frowned. She was finding it more and more difficult to control some aspects of her Gift. Or, more rightly, aspects of her anger. What happened during breakfast highlighted that major flaw to everyone in her family. The fact that she still wanted and needed her Abuela’s approval irked her, and she saw now she was yet again trying to use Mirabel to get it, and not in a good way. She thought she was past all that. Her Abuela’s non-reaction to it all, not only made her feel foolish, worse she had acted childish. She knew Mirabel really was the one best suited to take over for Abuela one day. Isabela did not want that job, in the same way she did not want to be tied to a man she did not love. Then why did she frighten a small child in an attempt to embarrass her sister? Why would Abuela want her to go early to that meeting? Mirabel was the one…Her thoughts were interrupted when there was a gentle tap on her door, and Luisa slipped in and closed it behind her. Isabela braced herself and turned toward her sister. But there was no anger in Luisa’s expression, just concern. This annoyed Isabela even more than the potential confrontation, and she snapped, “What do you want?”

Luisa did not respond, but her eyes flicked to the thorns as they made new scratches on her arms. Isabela belatedly tried to hide them behind her. She forced the thorns that had popped out to retract, and Luisa asked, “Are you okay, Issa? I’m sure I’m not the only one to notice those cuts.”

“Well, that’s nobody’s business but mine,” Isabela said flatly.

Luisa made no reply and in the past, this would have been enough for her sister to leave her be, but Luisa continued to stand there looking around. Isabela felt her jaw clench, and she said, “You still haven’t said what you wanted.”

“I do not actually want anything, Issa. I’m just worried about you.”

Shortly after the breaking, they had moved from the church to Abuelo Joseph’s house. The three sisters shared a room and at first, it was weird. There was nowhere to hide or just be by yourself unless you left the house. Not wanting to deal with the townsfolk and their pity. They remained at the house when they were not working on Casita. They did at least have their own beds. This had led to many late night talks about what they wanted to do in the future. New things they wanted to try. Isabela even found a kindred spirit in her Abuela Valentina who encouraged her to learn all she could about the plants she was growing in her garden behind the house.

At Isabela’s insistence, the sisters also made a promise to one another to make sure they paid attention to how they were feeling. To not look away but try to help if they could. She glanced back at Luisa who was still looking around and Isabela realized she was picking a fight with her sister to try to push her away. Luisa, however, wasn’t budging, and Isabela closed her eyes as she let her arms drop to her sides. She sighed and said, “I’m fine really, just a little confused, I guess.”

“So, is this actual fine,” and Luisa paused and said, “or…Madrigal fine…”

Isabela gave a snort and frowned. Madrigal fine is what they’d taken to calling their state of mind before the breaking when they didn’t want to face a problem. She wanted to believe she’d done a good job of letting go of old habits, but she knew in her heart, she was still stuck. In a lot of ways, she was still unwilling to believe in herself or that she could ever be more than she was before the house fell. Often she would pretend to ignore Mirabel when their sister offered a suggestion on how she could improve whatever it was she was trying to work through.

“Ah, so, Madrigal fine,” Luisa said with a nod. “I know I’ve already said this Issa, but maybe you should try talking to her,” Luisa said this carefully, but Isabela knew who she meant. “She’s not the same as before, and I mean I did not think talking would make anything better either. I was wrong and since the magic’s come back you’ve been, well, there’s no good way to put this, you’re being downright mean to Abuela. I mean, I get it, but don’t you think you’re going a little overboard with that? And why start picking at Mirabel? I thought you wanted this for her. You said you were happy you weren’t required to be Señorita Perfecta anymore.” When Isabela still did not answer, Luisa idly kicked at the flagstones waiting, but then said in disbelief, “Oh Dios Mio…you are jealous.”

The conviction in Luisa’s voice made Isabela immediately snap back, “I most certainly am not! How can you even think that?” Isabela shouted as she threw up her hands in exasperation. A wall of vines erupted between them and Isabela cringed, she had not actually meant to do that. Still Luisa pushed them aside with no effort.

She stood in front of Isabela with her hands on her hips and said, “Really?” Her tone was calm and while she was a very patient person, eventually even she would get angry if you pushed hard enough. Now Luisa was waiting. Waiting for Isabela to repeat the lie. Her look was telling, and Isabela looked again at the thorns that were once again evident. Again, she forced them to retract, but was finding this harder to do with each incident.

Luisa noticed her struggle and her face softened, and she hugged her sister as she said, “We can talk about that later, and we will talk about that later.” Luisa let her go and after a brief awkward silence asked, “So, why do you think Abuela wants you to go to the meeting early?”

Isabela, grateful for the change of topic, replied, “Don’t know, the first I heard about it was when she asked me at breakfast. Maybe it was because she used to take me to those things…most boring thing she ever asked me to do.”

Luisa nodded, but from her expression she must have a few ideas, but instead asked, “Have you made any decisions about what jobs you’re going to take?”

“Probably all of them. Most of them are pretty simple flower arrangements. Nothing challenging, for sure, so none of them will be difficult. What about you?”

“I do not know. Likely just the ones related to the windmill project and the ones requested by the elderly. Everything else are things they can either do themselves or, based on what Antonio said, shouldn’t be done at all. I also wasn’t expecting so many issues with my Gift, hopefully, my stamina will improve quickly.”

“You know, maybe it’s a sign you should focus more on being a vet. I mean, if you can get to Bogotá by going through that door in the tower, possibly you can do a little of both.”

“Gosh, I really hope so,” Luisa said wistfully.

Issa smiled at her sister’s tone. Luisa’s goals were something of which she was envious. Isabela had no goals, no plans for the future. Everything she had been told she was good for, had turned out to be a lie. There was another knock and Casita opened the door and Isabela was not pleased to see it was her Abuela. She did not just come in as she would have in the past. She waited and Issa just stared until Luisa nudged her from behind. “Come in, Abuela,” Isabela finally said.

She did and Luisa went to excuse herself, but her Abuela asked her to stay, since what she had to say concerned them both. The two sisters looked nervously at one another and sat on the bed. Isabela filled in her vine sleeve with leaves to hide the newer scratches, that were bleeding a little. Casita pushed the desk chair over and Abuela sat down.

Isabela was staring past her Abuela, refusing to look her in the face. She waited for the scolding she was sure was coming, but why pull Luisa into it. She had not done anything. Probably going to convince her she needed to do more training to improve her Gift.

Her Abuela did not speak right away, instead she was watching Isabela, and this only served to make Isabela angry. After a few moments, her Abuela turned to Luisa and said, “To start, Luisa, now that we know that the red door in the tower does, in fact, go to Bogotá, I’m hopeful we’ll be able to get you registered for school as soon as possible. Though the coming and going through the Church may prove to be a problem.”

Luisa smiled despite her obvious concern. She had already gotten her hopes up once, only to have them crushed.

“However,” her Abuela continued, “that leads to the bigger issue, finding a place for you to live if there are no dormitories for women. That’s where I was hoping you would come into this, Isabela. There was, and possibly still is, a botany program at the college. I know you have an interest in such things, that way your sister would not be in a strange city by herself. The world has changed so much on the outside, from what we’ve learned from the newcomers, that it would be advantageous for both of you. I used to have family in Bogotá, of course I do not know if they still live there, but I am willing to find out if it helps get you both where you need to be. I have not spoken with your parents about this yet, though I am hopeful that the both of you will be able to take advantage of this once we’ve dealt with the current situation.”

Isabela was confused. None of what her Abuela just said had anything to do with their Gifts. Maybe Luisa was right about the change and though she saw the logic of them both going, she was struck by a nasty thought and could not stop it coming out of her mouth. “You aren’t just trying to get me away from Mirabel, right?”

Her Abuela looked surprised at the question, but after a moment she said firmly, “No, but I do understand your concerns, Isabela.”

“Then what about that door in Mirabel’s room? Why did you ask for that? Is it, so you can watch her all the time? Keep her in line?”

Her Abuela listened to each question but did not interrupt and said when Issa stopped, “I did not request that door, and it took me a few days to puzzle out its purpose. I was told recently that it was your mother who did. It appears she also has similar concerns,” her Abuela said with a small smile. “Nevertheless, it has turned out to be a blessing I was not looking for, and it is helping me make better decisions to make sure nothing like that happens.”

“I am gonna go now,” Luisa said. Alma nodded, and Luisa started for the door. “We can talk about the other stuff later.”

Isabela did not respond, so Luisa stepped out. Isabela really did not want to have this talk with her Abuela. Better to be angry, but the longer she put it off, the worse she felt about all the mean things she had done of late. She did not fully understand how her sister was so easily able to forgive the many sins of Alma Madrigal. She did not quite understand why she, herself, wanted to be able to, too. She was no longer sure of her motivations, and again felt the pain of the thorns in her arms. She closed her eyes, forcing them back with the tears that threatened to come tumbling out.

She felt her Abuela move next to her on the bed, and Isabela felt a gentle hand on her arm. The leaves she grew to cover the scratches wilted and Abuela said softly, “Isabela, I see the harm that I’ve caused by trying to live a dream I lost through you. I can only apologize for the past and I know I cannot change it, but most importantly I want you to know that I have never seen you as a failure, mi vida. Before and most especially, not after the breaking. You are as precious to me now as ever, and I know why Mirabel relies on you. She sees you more clearly than I. My reason for asking you to come early is because you are more experienced with the townsfolk than your hermanita. I know you will be able to help guide her better than I.”

Isabela did not respond or open her eyes. She just couldn’t look at her Abuela at that moment. Isabela would break down for sure, so she remained motionless and silent as she felt her Abuela get up and heard her as she moved slowly toward the door. There was a pause and her Abuela said before leaving, “This past year, I have watched you and I see that you are so much more than I ever allowed you to be. Something I regret with my whole heart, mi vida. My hope, is that you’ll allow me to get to know this new woman you have become.”

Isabela heard the door close, and she finally looked up. Tears slipped down her face, and Issa had to admit, Luisa was right. Not only was she trying too hard to maintain her righteous anger, but she was also, once again, perversely jealous of her Giftless little sister. What is wrong with me, she wondered. There were times she woke up in the middle of the night as her memories of her less than sisterly treatment of Mirabel rushed through her head. This always led to her overcompensating the next day because she really was convinced that her sister had not, in fact, forgiven her but was playing a game. But like her Abuela Valentina said, Mirabel really was a transparent person. What you saw was what you got. What do you see in me, Mirabel, Isabela wondered?

She flopped back on her bed and was staring at nothing until something small and blue, flitted at the edge of her sight. She tried to focus on it, and she saw it again. It was a butterfly, she realized, and it was not alone in the canopy of trees above her. There were dozens and dozens of them. She watched, entranced, as they alternately shown bright blue then seemed to disappear into the shadows.

She reached out as one broke away and gently came to rest on her outstretched fingers. It was considerable, at least 17 cm with its wings outstretched. This weirdly reminded her of that door in Mirabel’s room, and she smiled. So, it was her mother who had been the one to ask for that door. Protecting Mirabel from her Abuela had been her main motivation these past few weeks, whether Mirabel wanted her too or not. She could see her efforts had been misdirected. It had not actually occurred to her to ask Dolores, and that probably meant her prima had told their Abuela what she had said on that topic. Isabela tried to muster anger, but she knew Dolores, like Luisa, was concerned about her. That made her feel a bit more at ease, knowing she did not need to be a one-woman army. Her mother as well had been dropping hints about her behavior of late. But she had been so focused on her ‘mission’ she did not notice that her mother and probably their father had already seen the potential problems.

Isabela marveled once again at the room Casita had made for her. The last had felt like a flower lined prison. Now she was surrounded by living plants, not just millions of flowers. She thought back to the feeling she had when she first grabbed that doorknob when she was five. Such a feeling of exhilaration and when she had opened that door and gone inside for the first time was something she would never forget. Something Mirabel only just got to experience. I am a fool, she thought.

Isabela sat up, and the butterfly flitted over and landed on her head. She thought back to the previous evening and asked. Casita, what happened last night?” The house responded by creaking the shutters, and Isabela asked, “How bad was it?”

There was a longer response, and Issa started to realize just how deep Mirabel’s fears of Casita falling were. Why she froze up at seemingly random times. That was why the house intervened as it did. It told Isabela about the ‘prank’ gone wrong, and she remembered then what Dolores had told her. How when Mirabel came back to her room with those sketches she had tried to pretend that never happened, but Dolores had heard it all. And here she was being a crappy sister.

“Casita, thank you for stopping me from making a complete idiot of myself, I know you were only trying to help Mira,” Isabela said sitting up.

Casita rustled some vines growing on the wall, and the wave had her focusing on a corner that had a small wardrobe. She walked across the mossy flagstones, opened it, and smiled. Inside were a pair of deep lavender trousers with a shirt of similar color that looked much like the one her father had made for Tío Bruno. There was a leather belt with a pink bow and small letter attached.

She touched the shirt and pants, then took the belt down and detached the letter. On the front, it read: For Isabee. It was her father’s handwriting, and Isabela took all the clothes and went back to her bed. She laid them out and carefully opened the letter.

Isabee,

A few weeks ago, I overheard you and your sisters talking about making pants and thought I would make you a pair. Mirabel will probably wonder where all of her notes went when she finds time to look for them. Besides, you likely wanted them sooner and not later.

When you were little, you and I always talked about your day. Watching you discover your world always brought me endless joy and though years have passed and though it’s not every day, I’m glad to hear your voice.

You are my little flower, busy as a little bee, bringing sunshine after a rain. Beautiful and capable, you have always been my bright beacon of hope, Corazón, and few love their daughters, the way I love you.

Your ever adoring Papí

Isabela read the letter several times before she put it back in its envelope and under her pillow. When they were growing up, she often felt her father favored Luisa or Mirabel over her, but in hindsight she knew he never pulled away from her, it had been the other way around. She stroked the fabric and was amazed at how soft it was. She stripped off her dress and looked at it. She loved that dress and all the changes she’d made to it. But it also represented a past she wanted to avoid returning to.

She tried on the shirt first. The scratches, while not deep, had not completely stopped bleeding, and she decided she would see her mother about that. Wouldn’t do to get blood all over her new shirt. That also meant she would need to explain how she had gotten them, and being angry all the time was something she did not wish to continue. As always, her father’s clothing fit her perfectly. She looked in the mirror and thought, she’d finally shed the last of her old skin and asked, “Casita, where’s Papí?”

There was a quick clatter and Isabela walked around her room getting used to the feel of them. She tucked in the shirt and put the belt in place. After putting on her shoes, she looked in the mirror again and noticed her hair. She had never considered cutting it, but she’d probably regret that decision so put it out of her head for now.

Isabela left her room, feeling as if she were someone new. Someone who could believe in herself. Maybe going to college would be just what she needed to do to find out whom she wanted to be. She went up to the library and her father was sitting reading a book about herbs and their many uses. He turned as she approached, and smiled.

“Ah, you found them mi vida,” he said and set the book on the table next to him.

Isabela twirled once and nodded. She noted he was missing his flower from his vest, and she said, “I did, thanks Papí. They fit perfectly too.” Isabela sat on the ottoman and gently touched his lapel. The flower that sprouted was not the usual one she made for this. Instead, she made a blue petaled daisy, and said, “For a new beginning.”

The wall clock chimed, and Isabela rolled her eyes and sighed as she got up. “Time for that meeting.” She said and went to head for the stairs but stopped. She turned back as her father rose from his chair and said, “Umm, if you’re not doing anything later, maybe we can have lunch and drag Mamá along, there are some things I want to talk about.”

Her father nodded, gave her a hug, and said, “I would like that, Isabela.” He looked down at the flower and smiled as he said, “Yes, a new beginning.”

Isabela waved as she started down the stairs, feeling better than she had for a while. That is, until she ran smack into Mirabel on the landing. Mirabel suddenly overbalanced, landed hard on her back, knocking her glasses off. Isabela fell back but did not lose her footing. Mirabel groaned and sat up and said, “Oh my gosh, Issa, are you okay?”

“You’re the one on the floor,” Isabela said as she picked up her sister's glasses and helped her up, “I’m fine, how are you?”

Mirabel put her glasses back on and said, “I’m ok…oh wow…” Mirabel was walking all around her to look at the new outfit.

“I know, right?”

“You look stunning, as usual. I’m sorry I did not get yours done faster.”

“You’ve been busy.”

“And about this morning, I did not mean to get angry,” Mirabel said as Isabela watched her sister start to shrink in on herself, hands balled up in front of her, fear creeping in saying, “I’m sorry about-”

“Don’t you dare apologize, Mirabel Madrigal,” Isabela said cutting her off.

“But I…”

“But nothing, you had every right to get angry. I was being rude and stupid. I’m lucky Casita didn’t throw me out a window.”

Mirabel relaxed and tried not to smile. She nodded because she knew this was as close to an apology as Isabela could manage. “Oh, Tío and Abuela have already left. Abuela sent me to find you.”

“Yeah, we should go, but I need to talk to Mamá for a minute.”

They walked into the kitchen and saw that their mother and Tía were sitting at the table, drinking coffee. Her mother smiled seeing the new clothes and Tía Pepa was sitting with her mouth hanging open.

“You two should get a move on, or you’ll be late,” her mother said.

“We are going, I just got some scratches that need to be healed first,” Issa said and rolled up her sleeves.

Her mother had come around the table and gently traced the cuts. Isabela was surprised that she did not ask that obvious question as she reached for the small plate of cookies on the table. Her mother took one and handed it to her, and Isabela ate it.

The scratches and cuts disappeared, and Isabel said, “Thanks, Mamá. Probably gonna lay off the vine sleeves for a while.”

Her mother smiled, and nodded. Isabela smiled when her mother smoothed her hair behind her ear and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Her mother always seemed to understand what Isabela was trying to say without actually making her say it.

“You ready Mira?”

“No, but you’ll be with me, so hopefully I won’t make a complete fool of myself in front of the whole town.”

Isabela laughed as she turned her sister toward the door, giving her a gentle shove, “That’s the spirit. Hermanita.”

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wytfut · 1 year

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Small view..

This has been hanging around in my itty bitty head for years, and haven’t still to this day have a controlled handle on it... because I still do it. And really don’t understand it.

First saw this in my Pop back in the late 90′s. It actually pissed me off a bit when he do it. As he aged, his temper would show, rarely, but it did. In public he was notorious making “cute” comments to specific unknown service people all to the embarrassment to family members (mostly my Mom). Now I understand, as I’ve experienced it myself many times.

Pop, with age would sometimes (possibly mood at the moment) could get very pissy, with folks (even family) about the stupidest stuff. Stuff that made no sense to react with any emotion. As I keep catching myself in this same boat, I know in his head it made sense to do it.... I do it.

Why do I recognize this in my Pop, but I really don’t recognize it in other people in my life.... people I see frequently, or have in my past?

Don’t take these comments badly of my Pop.... he was a great guy, an original. I’m just using him as an example, I expect we all endure at one time or another.

Here I am doing the same thing.

Many examples;

Calling a “tech help” center, in need of help, or advice.... and the answering party’s English is less than acceptable. Or i just can’t hear them.

Why does the “F++++++G” floor have to be so far away????

I’ll hear a conversation, and have this uncontrolled urge to speak on the subject, that adds absolutely nothing to the conversation. And most of the time go ahead and speak up.

Staring at a new to me new card reader at the stores counter.

Rude people/ignorant people, well, they act like they are.. . Not just driving.... everyday in all of society dailies.

What I value (objects), and what others value (junk).

Trying your hardest to have everyone you meet, like/love you.... with wasted efforts.

My Wife is going out of her way to pick a fight with me... Why? What did I do? Am I doing this to her?

Not getting respect, for which some not understood reason, I feel entitled too....

Popping off really mad with someone, you really like/love. Waste of effort.

Shying away from past people/events, with no reason. Again, wasted effort.

Disappointed in myself with things I do and know I should not, but still continue. Habit? OCD? Just being an asshole?

Just because I do it this way, DOESN’T REALLY mean that its the correct way to do it.

Am I as polite as I truly believe I am, or am I just polite when its easy for me? Or is my head just interpreting it as being polite?

I've come up with some possible reasons (these make sense?):

I’m one of the OLD guys now. A blue hair. Crinkled up face and hands. WTH is that guy in the mirror?? Things just don’t flow thru my brain near as smoothly as they used to. Young people don’t notice me as much, ummm, I’m now in the background or wall paper. I still have extraordinary core strength for my age, but my youth super strength is gone (the mad linesman strength). But my habitual mind says I’m still young.

I’m hard of hearing. My sight isn’t perfect. I hurt... regularly.

Life moves too fast to comprehend everything.

I feel I am due respect, as I do know about at least a couple of things. I’ve stumbled around the block quite a few times.

Fear of losing reality.... be it dementia, or any other reason. Being easily confused.

Can’t remember a 2 minutes ago memory, but can remember things 50 years ago like yesterday, most likely not accurately.

Life long, generally an up person, finding I can be moody at times more often. Never had an anxiety attack until I was over 50. This is the same guy that could be seen standing knee deep in blood and guts, and just walk away after it was over and deal with it.

And daily stress we all encounter apparently affects us old dudes differently.

Not understanding what is being presented to me. Hell not even knowing what question to ask so I can understand. I want to understand, but have no clue what? English isn’t a perfect language, and most people do not have the skills to use it to its most effective way. Being fluent and efficient in your speech, isn’t always the best way to get a point across.

And obviously not recognizing the real world that other people have lives too. That just maybe, these folks are being bombarded by the very same things as me (really??). The sun doesn’t rise and set on my personal ass. Its not me me me...

I’ll try harder to avoid my reactions to these scenarios. I really will try to recognize the “que’s” when I’m derailing. Going to try and understand, that people do respect me, even without showing/saying it. People do know what I’m about, and hopefully still appreciate me for being who I am. I’ve spent my whole life trying to be Bruce... and not a sheep. That took a lot of work/time. I’ll make efforts to be patient with everyone, and appreciate their point of view/action.

Small mind syndrome seems to be epidemic these days. But it just could be me..

To the day I die... I’m never going to understand this phenomenon of living daily with all these “other” people. Every time I think I have “IT” all figured out.... SURPRISE!!! you don’t know shit, FOOLED YA. LOL!!!

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remnantsofthepast-if · 2 years

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Update 0.3

Alright, first of all I'd like to apologise for the long wait. It has been quite a messy months for me. I had to renovate my house and help my brother move in with me, and I've been dealing with some more other personal stuff as well.

I also had a problem with the program I was using and was getting very stressed out about it, so I decided to change to another, and then my PC decided to stop working for a week, I got it fixed, but then it stopped working again two days after for a completely different reason for a month (don't you just love technology?). And then, because clearly all of this wasn't enough, I injured my shoulder and there are certain movements I can't do without it being pretty painful.

So yeah, these past few months have been interesting. Plus the heat hasn't helped at all.

Now, in regards of the game, there has been very huge changes so I'm going to start with the biggest one. As I mentioned before, I had a problem with the program I was using that made me decide to change it. I was using Renpy, now I'm using Twine, which means that I got rid of everything visual, making this project not a visual novel anymore, but an interactive story. The good thing about this is that it makes it easier for me to build up the story since I can focus only on the writing part and I can forget about sprites, CGs and especially backgrounds.

Now, I do want to make it a visual novel, but that will have to wait for the future when I finish writing the first draft. And hopefully when that time comes I'll be able to make the backgrounds myself so I won't have to rely on anyone else. This also gives me the opportinuty to make the ROs gender customisable, which was my idea from the start, and idea I discarded due to the amount of work I would have with the sprites and the CGs.

I've also added a few things to compensate for the lack of visual assets. First I've written a prologue to show how the main character met the rest of the group and to expand a bit their backstory. This prologue comes with a better customization of the main character where you can choose their height, complexion, etc. And I've also rewritten some parts of the first and second chapters, plus a complete new one about a page of an unknown diary.

Another feature I included is a codex where all the information about characters, places and valuable objects will be stored. And now you can check your relationship with the main group there as well! TL:DR The summary is:

1. New content

Prologue

Better customization for the main character

Gender customisable ROs

Codex

Unknown diary

New scenes for chapter 1

New scenes for chapter 2

New music

Achievements

2. Visual aspect

Deleted every visual aspects like sprites, CGs and backgrounds

3. Bug fixes and changes

Changed the format from Renpy to Twine

Fixed a bug in the second chapter that made the game not recognise the main character's belief

Play the demo HERE

Thank you for your patience! I will be working on the third chapter now. Here, enjoy a drawing of lovely Enid while you wait.

#remnants of the past #interactive fiction #rotp update

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munchy-munch · 2 years

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Day One: Wade Wilson

Day One: Face-sitting || Cream-pie || Anonymous sex

In this version, you have a vagina!

CW: Some cursing, smut ;), and that's about it.

I continued to down my drinks. Over, and over, and over, and over. I didn’t want to stop. I saw the bartender give me a weary glance a couple of times before he finally came over.

“I think that’s enough for tonight. This isn’t the place you want to get too drunk at,” he said, attempting to pull my half-drunk cup from me. I clenched my hand around it before he could.

“I know exactly what kind of place this is…”

“Weasel,” he said. I held back a chuckle.

“You shouldn’t give Weasel too hard of a time yea,” I heard a man say behind me.

“You like this stuff,” the voice said before I saw the glass that once held my drink being placed on the bar in front of me.

“What do you want,” I asked the unknown person. I was on edge. I don’t like not knowing who’s interacting with me, especially when I can feel that they are in my space.

“I just wanted to say hi to the new face. We don’t get too many new people here…well new people who last very long. Hopefully, you’ll last longer than most,” the voice said.

“Nice to see ya y/n,” the voice said behind me.

And to this day, I still don’t know who this voice belongs to. Every time I try to look behind me or peek a glance in a reflection, he’s not there. So, I gave up trying to know. Besides, he doesn’t seem too hostile. He usually just says hi and leaves after a bit. I will say, I am interested, but that interest will have to wait for another time. I packed up my stuff and began to leave the bar.

I was walking through the alley until I heard his voice behind me again.

“You’re going home already,” he said. Strange, he’s never followed me outside before, and I’m not too sure what to make of it.

“It’s been a long day, and I want to go home. Did you need something,” I asked, but he was silent. That was until two large arms wrapped around me from behind. I panicked for a moment. Was he trying to kill me? No, he was hugging me? His arms wrapped around my shoulders, and I felt a weight, probably his head, lay on my shoulder as well.

“This is unexpected,” I said before continuing, “Are you drunk,” I asked, only to receive a husky laugh.

“Nah…I can’t get drunk,” he said. What a weird answer.

“Again, is there something you needed,” I asked, but he said nothing. Nothing happened until I felt his body press closer and closer against my own.

“What are you doing,” I asked.

“Ah, ah, ah. The mystery is what makes it fun,” he said.

“Could I at least get a name?” The man went silent for a bit before he started talking again.

“Wa-no. No, I have something better! Poolio!”

“Poolio?”

“Yea! Like coolio-poolio-“

“I’m not calling you that,” I told Poolio. Ugh, even saying that in my head feels awkward. The man laughed some before he went silent.

“Then what are you going to call out later tonight hmm?” My eyes widened and I turned once more. The man was gone? But I heard him suck his teeth at me.

“What have we said about turning around y/n?” I groaned.

“That mystery is what makes it fun Anyways, where did you go,” I asked.

“Sit down and find out,” he said.

Sit down…sit down…oh..oh. I took off my pants and underwear and began to crouch down, resisting the urge to look down at his face.

But in the process, my hips were grabbed from behind and I was yanked down onto his face. I was going to complain, but he interrupted any complaint I had.

I expected him to be quick and rough, but in actuality, he was slower, more sensual. He placed kisses along my thighs. Blowing on them at times, sending chills throughout my body. He finally reached his destination. His fingers gently pulled my lips apart as his tongue dived in. I jolted in surprise. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone. But not only was his tongue at work, but so was his hands. They started off needing at my ass and then one of them slowly made its way under me. His fingers prodded at my hole as his mouth moved up towards my nub. I couldn’t leave him out of this. So, I bent over and pulled down his pants a bit…his skin…it reminds me of…never mind. He was wearing no underwear, so it wasn’t too long before his cock sprang from his pants. I drew my head near and just as I opened my mouth, pool, I refused to call him Poolio, inserted two fingers into me. I moaned as I took him into my mouth, my hand stroked what my mouth couldn’t take in. His smell and taste enveloped my senses as his fingers and tongue continued to work me from behind. As I continued to take him in, his hips began to run against my face and his breath against my thighs got warmer and warmer. I felt encouraged to take him deeper, but he pushed me off of his face and lab. I was on the cold New York ground on my hands and knees.

“I wasn’t finished yet,” I said through gritted teeth.

He dragged his hands across my skin, making his way down to my ass. He took hold of me and needed my skin.

“I’ve been waiting for this for some time…” he mumbled. I don’t think he knows I can hear him. I have my own suspicions, but it doesn’t matter right now.

“You getting cold feet back there,” I called out.

“Me? No…not getting cold feet. Just working on control. I just want to take my time,” the man said. Scare?

His hands pulled him ass apart as he continued to push me forward. He angled himself forward and began to push in.

“Fucking…fuck” he cursed to no one.

His body bent over my own and he didn’t move. I was a big grateful for that myself seeing I needed to adjust my body to him some more.

But just as I was relishing in his stillness, he sprung up before and pulled out of me only to slam himself back in.

“Pool,” I howled at the surprised force.

Smack-

“Get your ass up,” he grunted, as he continued to smack my ass until I got up.

His pace resumed, he pulled my hips back into his hands and continued to drag me up and down on his cock.

My vision started to grow narrow as my eyes struggled to keep open. I feel as if I could melt right here in this alleyway.

“Can’t believe I waited…so long…too long,” he muttered to himself.

I felt my head being yanked back as something grabbed my hair. My back arched.

��Pool, please…”

“Please? I’m afraid you’re going to have to use your words y/n.”

“Fucking…harder!”

And with that he pushed me down and onto my side. My leg was pulled into the air, and he buried himself inside of me.

The thought of looking up at him hadn’t even entered my mind as my hand traveled down my body towards my pulsing nub. I circled it over and over as I moaned out Pool’s name. My stomach started growing tighter and tighter until I felt I might orgasm, but my hand was pushed out of the way, only to be replaced by a larger and firmer one.

His fingers were rougher than before. Less precise and caring, but even still the build grew more and more.

“Pool I’m…fucking-”

“Do it-Do it, please do it.”

And with his words, shockwaves jolted throughout my body. I cried out in ecstasy at the feeling of pleasure Pool brought me. But soon I was whimpering as his fingers continued to stroke my nub and he was still fucking into me, his rhythm gradually worsening.

“A little more…you can take it can’t you,” he grunted out to me.

I finally turned my head to meet his gaze.

“Wade?”

“Y/n,” he responded with the same questioning tone despite the goofy grin on his face.

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #tppkinktober2021 #female reader #deadpool #wade wilson #x female reader

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dnfaltstream · 3 years

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#vent post please ignore dont rb blah blah #i’m so stressed i just don’t deal with unknowns very well and i don’t deal with having multiple things that are piling up well i just don’t #feel equipped or organized enough or SOEMTHING i don’t know #i have an interview tomorrow and it scares me so much #and i have to do a second interview on monday for a job i was supposed to be confirmed or denied for TODAY so that’s irritating #and i forgot my interview clothes so i had to go and get some i thought i was going to cry bc i’m already stressed about doing it in the #first place #also drove for three days so i’m Exhausted and don’t feel settled or. normal at all #and my dad is here now but he’s leaving tomorrow during my interview and i just don’t really know this place that well #i realized how lonely i’m going to be. i don’t know anyone here #and i’d be lonely anywhere else but at least it would be more familiar. i feel very out of place here #it’s made worse by the fact that i’m here because they’re selling my home where i feel the most familiar and comfortable and now i’m lost #this all sounds dumb i know that i’m sorry i get overwhelmed by small things #i’m an anxious person

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hitnran · 3 years

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OBSESSIVE EX (gender neutral! reader)

how they deal with you having an obsessive ex

includes: ran, rindou

CW: obsessive behavior, cursing, stalking (ran), phone harassment (rindou), the haitani brothers lowkey kinda scary here (not to the reader) 💀 but i’m just trying to make it fit within their character

— RAN HAITANI

Getting into a relationship with someone like Ran, half of the charismatic brother duo that ruled Roppongi, almost means guaranteed safety wherever you go. His title itself is one that is feared when murmured. Whenever you two leave, he always has an eye and a hand on you. Ran knows well that even if he is feared, he can also be challenged and the last thing he wants is for you to get involved — you would make an easy target for his enemies.

You two were out together on a stroll around the city. Although there was nothing neither of you needed, Ran’s favorite thing is showing you off. Sometimes you start to feel similar to his younger brother, thinking that you’re just a shadow and only known as ‘Ran’s partner.’ But Ran’s intentions were opposite. He wanted everyone to know that it was him that belonged to you and it is him that people would have to deal with if you were ever tested.

As you two are walking, Ran noticed your eyes consistently checking itself to the side. He took note of that and eventually brushed it off since you stopped. But then he noticed that you were being especially keen and scanning the whole area.

“Are you okay, love?” Ran slightly hunches down, getting your attention as your face turns his way. He lightly smiles at you. “Did you see something you liked?”

You swallowed down hard. You could’ve sworn you saw a familiar face, but after trying to scan the area numerous times for the past few minutes, you thought it was just you being paranoid. The last thing you wanted was to worry Ran and cause a scene.

“I’m okay,” You shook your head, returning a light smile. You grabbed on his arm, this time a little tighter. “Let’s turn into this corner.”

Ran knows when you’re lying. He knew something made you uncomfortable, but he wasn’t going to force you to tell him. Instead, he’ll make it his own problem too and deal with it himself.

This area was his territory and everyone knew it. It was almost as if Roppongi, a city known for liveliness, calmed down ever so slightly if one or both of the brothers were out. Everyone’s gaze wound be kept low and their conversations would go mute as they walk by.

At that moment, Ran could feel a pair of eyes staring your way. He won’t make it obvious though.

“Love,” Ran called out to you. You looked up his direction and he placed a hand against your lower back. “Rindou’s gonna throw a fit if I don’t bring back food for him. How about you go into the restaurant and order first while I call him and ask what he wants?”

You felt at ease hearing that you two were finally going to be in somewhere indoors, but it made you nervous that he would be separated from you for just a little while.

“Don’t wanna bring something back he won’t like and have him complain,” Ran lightly laughed, trying to ease your clear discomfort. He placed a hand over your head. Taking out his phone to add to his act. “I’ll be quick.”

After some hesitation, you gave in. It was a public space after all, so it shouldn’t have been anything to worry too much about. He watched as you entered the place before turning around, sending chills to the person who had been following you two around this whole time.

“Would be a shame if I left them alone for too long, wouldn’t it?” Ran gave off a sinister grin, slowly walking towards the person. “Wouldn’t want anyone to take them away…especially someone like you.”

Ran knew who this person was. He was an obsessive ex of yours that just would not leave you alone and accept the separation despite it being years passed. He gulped hard, nervously stepping back, not thinking that he would get caught.

“You were so bold to even follow us in the first place, why so shy now?” Ran smirked, hiking up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. “This is the first time you’ve heard of me or something? I should introduce myself to you well and hard then.”

Almost ten minutes had passed since you’ve been waiting for Ran. You sat patiently and waited. Your best guess as to what’s taking him so long revolves around Rindou. Maybe he was complaining about how he wanted food from a different place or being picky about menu opinions. Just as you were about to raise yourself from your seat to check up on Ran, you saw him enter.

“Did I make you wait too long?” Ran appeared, seating himself in front of you. The worse case scenario you had in mind was that he got into a fight, but in front of you, he looked just as how you last saw him. “You know how Rindou is.”

Your chest became relaxed and you gave a small smile, shaking your head, “What did he want from here?”

“I didn’t even listen to what he said,” Ran teased, opening up his menu and leaning back against the chair. You felt his legs sandwich your calves from beneath the table. “He can order it himself. All my money is going to you today.”

And that was how Ran liked it. Although Ran wanted everyone to know that he belonged to you, he knew how important it was for others to know that you belonged to him too. The image of the face of your ex is burned so clearly into his brain — face all bloodied up, mauled almost, as he failed to even whisper for forgiveness.

“I think there’s only one way I’m gonna let you outta here alive,” Ran kicked his body down with force, hearing something shift in his jaw. He couldn’t give half a damn about it. “Do you know what that is?”

Your ex was visibly beaten and weak now, barely able to even blink or properly form a sentence. Though, with his adam’s apple slightly moving from fear, Ran took it as a response.

Grabbing him by his hair upward, Ran bent down, looking straight at him, “You’re gonna leave them alone and never show your goddamn face again. If it wasn’t fucked already before, it sure is now. I promise you I’ll know if you’re even barely visible or a mile away, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

Ran thought it was so disgusting how someone like you could ever have your time wasted on someone low like this ex of yours. Even if Ran saw him and his brother above everyone else, he always put you above him.

“Maybe even after this, I’ll send one of my men to go and beat the shit out of you every day so you could suffer for as long as you’ve tried to bother Y/N.”

— RINDOU HAITANI

Rindou can’t even remember what it took for you two to even reach this state of your guys relationship. He convinced himself that it was Ran, his older brother who wouldn’t shut up about how he was going to take you if Rindou didn’t make a move.

It genuinely surprises himself even whenever he looks your way, observing every detail and soaking in the idea that you are someone he can call his.

You two were watching a movie, or rather, supposed to. Rindou was too focused on side-eyeing you every now and then. You caught him a few times, but he would brush it off with comments like “this movie is boring” or “I’m just checking to see if you fell asleep.”

He would snap himself out of a trance after hearing your phone ring beside you. You eyed it once, looking at the caller ID and ignoring it. It wasn’t enough to cause Rindou to worry - it’s not his problem if you just didn’t wanna answer a call, it was your guys’ time anyway.

But then it rang once more again. Your ringtone dragged itself out halfway through before Rindou slightly raised his hand from your hip, pointing to the phone on the side of the couch.

“You not gonna answer that?” He asked.

You shook your head, eyes focused on the TV, “It’s fine. It’s an unknown caller ID.”

Rindou shrugged, ignoring it once again, but after a few more calls and your phone receiving back to back text messages, it was starting to irk him. He was close to just grabbing your phone and answering the call himself, but you were quick to act before him, just shutting it off.

“It must be spam or something,” You sighed, sitting back down.

“Yeah, well whatever it is, good thing you shut that damn thing off. That shit was annoying,” Rindou sighed, curling his arms around you again. “Let’s change the movie too or something. This one is boring.”

One thing about dating Rindou is that he seems uninterested in absolutely everything he does. Although you avoid thinking like that when it comes to your relationship with him, you always remind yourself that Rindou is someone who deeply cares for you. He shows it very differently compared to others, but you know.

He can recall a memory from a few weeks ago where you kept getting calls in the middle of your guys’ date. It annoyed him, but not as much as it annoyed you. You’ve pressed the red decline button at least five times now, stressing over it and spilling out everything about your previous ex.

At the end of your rant, Rindou grabbed your phone, picking up the call and saying words as simple as “leave them alone.” It was so simple, but for the next few weeks, it was silent. You finally thought you were free of harassment thanks to your boyfriend, but recently, they’ve been coming back as unknown caller IDs and more frequent than before.

Halfway through the movie, Rindou felt your body become more loose and relaxed beneath him. Your breath became slower and more steady. You had fallen asleep. He thought it was ironic to have someone as angelic as you in the arms of someone like him - a gang member always involving himself in trouble, even just for fun.

He stared at your phone just a reach away and then back at you. The last thing Rindou wanted was for you to be uncomfortable, or really, anything that isn’t where you aren’t happy.

When you woke up, the TV was shut off and you felt a blanket drape over your body. You realized you had fallen asleep from earlier, but you were expecting to find your boyfriend with you as well. That was when the door swung open and you were greeted with Rindou.

“Rindou?” You slowly let out, still adjusting from waking up. “I didn’t know you left.”

He raised a bag up midway in the air, it’s a bag from a bakery you often bought from, “You kept murmuring about it in your sleep. Didn’t want you to wake up all grumpy.”

“I don’t wake up grumpy!” You protested, watching as he took his seat next to you and unpacking all of your favorites.

“Yeah, okay,” Rindou joked. He listened to you puffing out before wrapping yourself around his arm.

“Thank you though,” You murmured out of embarrassment - maybe he was half right.

“It’s nothing,” He replied, softening his face into a grin. “Must’ve been hungry though if it got you talking in your sleep and drooling on my arm.”

You didn’t even know about half of the things he does for you, but he didn’t mind it, because if you were happy, then that was all that mattered.

It made Rindou feel guilty to turn on your phone and look through it. It wasn’t something that he ever felt the need to do - he trusted you and it felt wrong if you weren’t aware that he was using it. Though, at this time, he felt like it was for the better.

While you were silently sleeping, he browsed through your texts. It’s that same person - your ex back again to bother you. Rindou scoffed, making sure it wasn’t loud enough to wake you up, but he was angry. He clicked his tongue whilst composing a message.

Rindou knew you would never be so stupid as to meet up with someone like this, especially not after already experiencing it once. It was a good thing that it was just Rindou posing as you though. How delighted your ex felt to have finally received a response to you - ‘Let’s meet up here.’

Rindou thought it was so pathetic. This guy had no idea what he looked like, let alone that you even had a boyfriend. So when Rindou’s immediate reaction upon seeing him was to throw a punch, he was shocked.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Your ex cried out, trying his best to dodge his attacks but failing in between his words and attempts.

“Me?!” Rindou snapped, pushing him to the ground and twisting his arms. “Speak for yourself.”

The man beneath him screamed in pain, “I-I’ll call the cops on you and have you arrested!”

“Yeah? You think they’ll give me less time if I tell them I was just trying to teach a creep a lesson?” Rindou pulled back on his arms a little harder, tendons and muscles stretching themselves out of place.

“T-The hell are you talking about?!” He stuttered out.

“Don’t bitch around. Might end yourself up in there if you keep this act of yours up - I’ve been once before,” Rindou smirked, pulling back more and more on his arms. “It was fine for me. My big bro and I even got some respect while in there, so what’s gonna happen when they hear about your name from me? You’re fresh meat to them.”

“W-Who even are you?!”

Rindou scoffed, “The same guy who warned you once to leave Y/N alone. I should’ve honestly went to find you myself personally and beat the shit out of you, but I hate wasting my time.”

Your boyfriend let the man go. If his arms weren’t all bent out of place and dislocated, he’d be crawling away by now. It was a sight that Rindou would laugh at. Upon seeing that his phone had fallen out of his pocket, the same phone used to consistently harass you, Rindou stomped down hard, breaking it into bits and pieces.

“Don’t waste my time again. Next time you do, call the cops, I promise you I won’t care if they catch me killing you,” Rindou turned his back around.

#tokyorev x reader #ran haitani #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader

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What if

MC is actually Diavolo's adoptive sibling? As in.... Demon King Dad saw MC as a kid and just adopted them because they were lost and couldn't find their parents?

MC has Satan's personality, ie they're fine until someone ticks them off....

Yay! Dia gets the friend he needs! :D

So, let’s say the demon king woke up for like, 20 minutes, saw this random human child, and just went, “Oh Diavolo, you always wanted a sibling.” *hands him MC* “Here. I’m going back to sleep.”

Diavolo

…I’m sorry but HUUUUUH??! How’d this even happen?! One second Diavolo is doing really boring paperwork and then the next he has this tiny human in his lap and he’s browsing parenting forums- BARBATOS THE HUMAN COUGHED CALL LUCIFER-

Well uh… he’s a big brother :D yaaaaaaaay! Barbatos, please cancel his two o’clock, he and MC are going to play catch in the yard. Wait… what do you mean he can’t cancel his two o’clock? Aw… well, after dinner they’ll play catch.

Like many older siblings, Diavolo ends up fulfilling part of a parental role as well…

He loves this little human, and the first time he got a good look at their rather… Vesuvian temper, was when they were both playing a game of DevilKart. The poor little thing had fallen off rainbow road one too many times.

Everything was quiet, then complete chaos.

MC was throwing things, screaming, cursing like a sailor, it was mental. Thankfully, after recovering from his shock, Dia was able to just pick MC up and hold them in the air like Simba until they calmed down.

“We can’t solve our problems like this, MC. Would you like to play on a different track?”

When MC gets older (*sniffle* they grow up so fast…) they obviously enrol at RAD! Diavolo’s always happy to see what new spells they’ve learned, even if they haven’t quite mastered everything yet.

Lucifer

…huh? The demon king did what exactly?

After getting over his initial shock, Lucifer devolves into his usual state but still slightly more stressed. He can’t let Lord Diavolo see him in a state of crazed panic!

Lucifer just kind of observes at first, trying to see what this little human’s deal is. But before he could say no, Diavolo dumped babysitting duty on him one day.

So, stuck with this small child on a random Wednesday in the middle of the afternoon. What is a Pride demon to do?

Teach the technically-princet of the Devildom some history of course!

“And then the princess decapitated all of her political enemies in court after luring them into a trap during the legal proceedings.” “Yay! Tell more!”

As the child grew older, Lucifer began to notice something… concerning. This child was an awful lot like that little brother of his… the one that had a penchant for pranks and sneaking cats into the house.

This all came to a head when Lucifer had to duck behind his desk because the kid was throwing the mother of all tantrums over only being allowed two Oreos after dinner. Oh geez… just like Satan… except much less biting.

Mammon

Oi! What’s with the little ankle biter sittin’ oh Lord Diavolo’s knee? New little sibling? Pfft, that’s lame. Don’t go askin’ the great Mammon to babysit because he ain’t doin’ it!

The Great Mammon was then told to babysit.

MC grew attached very quickly, for reasons completely unknown and totally unrelated to the ice cream that was totally not eaten before dinner.

When MC was smaller, they used to cling to Mammon’s leg like a koala and he’d just have to live with it. He’d walk around with MC attached like an ankle weight.

A few years down the line when MC’s not a little kid anymore, Mammon is the leader of the “break MC out of the castle to go do fun shit” squad.

“Hey! Kid! Jump! I’ll catch ya!” “Mam, I thought you were good at math! That force equals mass times acceleration stuff means that if I fall from this height and land on you, I’m breaking my legs!” “…Beel you catch them.”

Leviathan

No. Nuh uh. Exiting the server lobby. Levi is absconding. Babies and little kids are so annoying…

Yeah, safe to say Levi wasn’t too happy whenever MC came over for any reason. Why? Simple. They liked the way his room looked, and wanted to touch his precious figurines!

“I wanna play!” “N-no! That’s a rare Ruri-chan figurine! See here, there’s a production defect where they accidentally gave her hot pink nail polish instead of the normal salmon pink nail polish-” “LEMME PLAY!”

That led to one of the worst tantrums since Satan was a baby… Levi almost summoned Lotan to protect his precious manga and figurines- NO NOT HIS GAMING SETUP!

Everything turned out fine… surprisingly Mammon saved the day by wandering into the room and calming MC down- wait. Why was Mammon going into Levi’s room in the first place?

Not for a scummy reason? Sure. And Levi’s an extrovert.

Levi gets on much better with MC after they get older and have a better hold on their emotions. He does his duty and introduces them to anime and gaming, Rainbow Road continues to be a causer of gamer rage.

Satan

*Spider man pointing meme*

In all seriousness, Satan is more interested in how and why the demon king woke up from his nap and decided to adopt this seemingly normal human child.

Satan couldn’t sense any super strong magic… yet anyway.

He was going to figure things out. By totally legitimate and non-dangerous means. He just needs to find a way to babysit without Barbatos or (*gag*) Lucifer skulking around…

It actually takes a good few years, and Satan has bore witness to MC’s fiery temper… perhaps this could be his key to finding out if they actually have any magic.

After finally getting them decently alone at RAD, Satan had literally orchestrated the entire room into something designed to piss someone off. He poured pop all over the floors to make them sticky, he turned up the thermostat so the room was close to boiling, all of the chairs and tables were ever so slightly uneven so everything wobbled.

I just gave everyone who suffers from sensory overload a heart attack didn’t I?

Basically, Satan lets them stew for a bit, then starts a fight. A fight with a child. A child who is the adopted child of the demon king. This was a great idea.

So. After getting an (annoyingly sticky) boot to the face, Satan got his answer. Yes. MC could do magic, and no, this was not worth it.

Satan and MC are on quite rocky terms.

Asmodeus

Oh look a baby.

…

What the fuck-

See everyone, since Asmo is just the most perfect, amazing, beautiful, astounding, did he mention beautiful-

What Asmo’s getting at is, he’d love to babysit little MC sometime! Just babysitting though, if MC throws up on anything, Asmo will pitch a fit.

When Asmo holds MC for the first time, he nearly starts bawling. It’s just *sniffle* been so long since he’s held a baaaaaaaby… he holds MC out to Satan and starts blubbering about how small and cute Satan was when he was MC’s age.

Anyway~ Asmo is a proud member of the “bust MC out of the castle to go have fun” club. He just can’t stand the idea of MC being locked up all alone and sad in the castle…

Asmo is in near constant competition with Mammon for the spot of MC’s favourite. And Asmo’s actually doing really well in this competition. He helps MC make friends, he helps them look their best, he’s their constant hype man…

Everyone say thank you to Asmo for being great :3

Beelzebub

:0 a small human! They’re so little!

After being entranced by the human’s smallness, Beel is more concerned with his twin…

But um… anyway. Beel does his best to not scare MC, he knows he can be kind of intimidating without meaning to be.

Sometimes when MC needed help reaching things, he’d lift them up onto the counter so they could get their things :) the problem is Beel sometimes gets distracted by food and forgets to help MC back down.

“Hello MC, what are you doing up there?” “You left me here!” “Oh… whoops.”

Beel has a similar approach to Diavolo when MC goes on a rampage, he picks them up and holds them in the air.

Beel is another proud member of the “bust MC out of the castle to do fun shit” squad. He’s the person MC hides behind whenever Lucifer is spotted in the distance.

Belphegor

…ew.

Not only is that thing a human, it’s a child. Children are gross. And wriggly. And noisy. And- annoying Diavolo is going to be their primary caretaker.

Ugh… time to plot some revenge for Lilith.

Knowing that Belphie is a homicidal little shit, Lucifer takes extra care to make sure MC is never in a situation where someone can’t rescue them from the cow man.

After years of plotting murder… Belphie realizes he does not in fact want to kill a child. Or the adult that MC eventually becomes.

They’re just kinda cute? And it’s very funny when Lucifer has to deal with their tantrums.

“Hey. Hey MC.” “What?” “Wanna join the Anti Lucifer League?” “No! Lucifer’s nice-” “We have a pillow fort.” “I’m sold.”

It does take a while to convince everyone that Belphie doesn’t mean MC any harm, but once that trust is earned, it’s not uncommon for MC and Belphie to be found napping together.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me headcanons #obey me! headcanons #obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me Satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #asks #ask

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