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the12thnightproject · 3 months

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Chapter 37: Schrodinger’s Kat: Too many things might not be what they seem. Or they… might.

Mitsuhide x OC; Hideyoshi x MC (Mai)

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Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

CW: Battlefield scene

Mitsuhide did indeed let me grab my fur cloak (ok, my borrowed Imagawa cloak) and went so far to make sure that my feet were well covered. Then, he urged me outside, into the garden, where it was once again snowing and the sun had already set. In the glow of the lanterns, I could see that the snowflakes collected on top of his head, turning that salt and pepper wig into a semblance of his normally silver hair.

We came to a halt just past the ice covered koi pond. I didn’t check whether or not the fish were still in there somewhere. I didn’t want to see if they had frozen to death. Schrodinger’s fish. “I was going to send you a message.”

“Were you indeed? Where would you have sent it from? Here? Or would you have waited until you settled in Kasugayama with the Imagawa?” Before I could respond to that odd line of questioning, Mitsuhide pulled us into the shadow of the wall, rendering us less visible from above.

Kasugayama? What was he talking about? Not willing to spend the mental energy trying to read his expression, I shrugged and continued my original explanation. “From here. I planned to flag down that spy who followed us from Sakai. To let you know what Yoshiaki was doing… that Kennyo is still alive. But I guess since you’ve been here all week, then you’re already aware. And if Nobunaga is not aware, he will be soon…?”

He acknowledged that with a brief nod. “I’m also aware that it’s an open secret that Yoshimoto has taken his page as a lover. His vassals are –“

“Idiots.” And causing Yoshimoto more trouble than he could handle.

“That is not the point. I’ve witnessed your relationship for myself. Watching as he takes your hands and touches your face.” Mitsuhide brushed his hand over my face, much the same way Yoshimoto was wont to do. Unlike Yoshimoto’s touch, Mitsuhide’s burned, even though, as always, his fingers were cool.

Unable to stand that internal heat, I stepped back. “That’s just Yoshimoto… he’s a touchy-feely person. It means nothing. But even if it meant something, that’s no longer your business.” You let me go.

He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, when he finally spoke, it was a return to that teasing tone. “You are correct, Brat. No business of mine, save for my ego. It was simply meant as a warning. The ex-shogun is a vengeful man. One full of petty jealousies and complex plots.”

“Yoshiaki has no idea that I even exist.” I was sure of that. “Servants are simply part of the scenery to him.”

“As I was saying before you interrupted-.” Mitsuhide put his finger on my lips to ensure no additional interruption. “Imagawa’s vassals haven’t ceased complaining about how their lord is obsessed with his new page. How he fondles you in public, and holes up in his room with you for hours.” He shot another glance up toward the castle walls and pulled me further into the gloom. I suddenly realized that the person who had been watching me for the past few days was Mitsuhide himself. “If Yoshiaki hasn’t already heard of this, he will soon.”

“Why would Yoshiaki care?” And then the recollection of that first day here returned. Of that possessive, slighted tone in the ex-shogun’s voice when he spoke to Yoshimoto. “Oh. He’s the one with the obsession.”

“Indeed. He is the one with the obsession.” Mitsuhide took a step back, as if he were evaluating the nature of the word obsession. “I find it somewhat… ironic… that in my attempt to get you out of the line of fire – for Yoshiaki would also be happy if a woman important to … to the Oda were to fall into his hand – you jumped right back into it.”

There was a lot to that statement, and I wished I had the time to parse it out, to discover what those odd pauses in Mitsuhide’s speech meant, but as it was, all I could say was, “I’m not important to the Oda.”

He merely looked at me. His face was shadowed in the dark, but for a moment, he half turned and his eyes gleamed in the lantern light.

Am I important to him?

Did he truly push me away to keep me safe?

There were a hundred questions I could have asked at that moment.

I said nothing.

It was not the time.

It was certainly not the place.

He reached out, took both my hands in his, carried them to his lips, and kissed my knuckles. The gesture was oddly reminiscent of Yoshimoto’s and I wondered if he was doing so to place a claim of possession on them… to erase any memory I might have had of Yoshimoto’s touch.

My silence was enough of a response. He pulled me closer, pressing me into the wall, and kissed my forehead – almost a benediction. That gesture of peace became one of passion, as he melted into my side, nipping at my neck, biting my ear –

I groaned… I would always be weak to that… to him, my need for his touch rushing through my veins. Until he spoke. “Goro – my spy – is waiting on the other side of the wall. Leave. Leave now. I will explain it to Yoshimoto.”

Stung by reality, I yanked myself out of his embrace. Had all that been just to distract me? Even now was he still trying to force me to his bidding? Was this another feint, another character, another act? I imagined that my very existence here, in proximity to Motonari, who knew of the Kaya identity, was interfering with his own mission for Nobunaga. The mission that brought him here to begin with.

Of course… it had never been about me.

“No.” I scooted further away. “Iekane knows where Aki is. I’m sure of it. Don’t worry. I will keep far away from your investigation. You won’t even know I’m here.”

“You’re impossible to ignore. I couldn’-“

“Just. Don’t.”

Before he could grab me again, I hurried out of the garden. He wouldn’t be able to follow me without giving himself – or me – away. I didn’t look back this time either, and stopped only to steal the bucket from beside the well. The well water was already frozen – no one would miss it. I filled the bucket with snow, knowing that if anyone questioned me on my way back inside, I would have a built in excuse for my absence.

Then I casually walked back into the castle as if I had every reason to be there. I even nodded at one guard at the main door. He returned my nod, then returned to his business.

Good. I hurried up the stairs toward Yoshimoto’s quarters but, just a few meters away from being home free, I nearly barreled right into Motonari. Shit. I bowed low, keeping my face turned away from his. “My apologies Lord Motonari.”

He grunted in response, and hurried past… then he stopped. I sensed him whirling back toward me. “How did you know my name?”

My face stayed averted. I was good servant, not allowed to gaze at one of a higher caste. “Lord Imagawa requires I be able to identify all the daimyos and warlords and not offer any insult or impropriety.”

“Humph.” After another excruciating pause, he continued on his way.

Had he recognized me? I… couldn’t be certain that he hadn’t.

Without taking time to sigh in relief, I hurried into Yoshimoto’s room, where Yoshimoto was kneeling on his futon, his eyes closed.

As soon as I entered, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Katsu, that seemed longer than it ought to have taken to-"

"Get you your water? My apologies Lord Yoshimoto." I handed him the bucket full of rapidly melting snow. "Your drink."

Yoshimoto blinked. "Snow?" He kept his voice low.

“You did say you wanted to taste the pristine moonlight touched flakes." I winked at him. "This is the coldest freshest water in the area."

A slight smile touched his lips. "That does... sound like something I would say." He drank from the bucket. "You are frighteningly good at that." He dropped his voice lower, below the threshold of what someone listening in the next room or the corridor would be able to hear. "And your search?"

"Inconclusive." Then, in order to give him some better news, I added. “The correspondence we previously discussed is on its way to its intended target.” At least Mitsuhide had hinted as such. I ought to tell Yoshimoto about Mitsuhide being here. “Well, the second target. As it turns out-“

Yoshimoto had stopped listening. "I'll be happier when we can be on our way, too." Our way? Was that for any spies?Or was Yoshimoto assuming that we would continue travelling together? I couldn’t think that far in advance. Perhaps anticipating my thoughts Yoshimoto asked, "If it turns out your father is dead, what will you do next?"

Though I didn’t want to imagine that prospect it was a fair question. "Return to his manor and try to salvage his... interests."

"If you want or need another option, you are welcome to return to Kasugayama with me." He smiled at me, but with the resignation of someone who didn’t have any expectation of success.

"There you go again, inviting me to be a guest in someone else's home." The home of a person whose disdain for women was pretty common knowledge.

"As long as you can fight, Kenshin won't care." He took a sip from the container of now melted snow, "It is really good water."

And in about 450 years people will have to pay one hundred and fifty yen for a bottle of something this fresh.

For a long moment, he was quiet, thinking those inscrutable Yoshimoto thoughts. Finally, he sighed. “Katsuko, you must know that-”

That was as far as he got before the sound of shouting and running feet reached our ears. Before I could do more than grab my sword, the door to the room slid open and four of the Kanamori vassals rushed in. Their weapons were out, so I presumed they aren't joining us for the fresh mountain water.

Yoshimoto was already on his feet. "What is the meaning of this insult?"

"We are taking him into custody." That was apparent. They had me surrounded. “Lord Motonari’s orders.”

Dammit. I guess he had recognized me after all.

“Unacceptable. Katsu is a valued member of my household." Yoshimoto threw on his clothing faster than I thought he could move. "I refuse to part with him."

"You'll have to discuss that with Lord Iekane.” Without another word, they confiscated my sword and "escorted" me through the corridor, with Yoshimoto protesting at their heels every step of the way. The darkened stairwells and hallways were no less forbidding in reverse as we were marched out of the castle altogether.

Outside.

Outside is bad. It means they think there will be blood and they don’t want to clean it off a tatami mat. (Actually you can’t really get blood out of a tatami mat). At least I hadn't had time to take my cloak off, but Yoshimoto had to be freezing.

The vassals rushed me through the gardens, and to a stairway that led to the top of the castle wall.

Iekane and Motonari were waiting for us there, along with more of the Kanamori guards… including, I noticed, Mitsuhide. His disguise was still complete and he appeared to be regarding the scene dispassionately.

So far, Motonari hadn’t realized he was here, but if he did, especially when we were this badly outnumbered, it would be the end of both our missions.

Making sure not to look at him, not even look near him, I tried to mentally broadcast an apology to him. This… was probably exactly what he had been afraid would happen.

Before I could begin to formulate a way out of this, Yoshimoto addressed Iekane, "Master Iekane, what is the meaning of this insult?"

"This doesn't concern you, Lord Imagawa," Iekane said in that ingratiating tone that … really didn’t go along with the role he was playing as the acting daimyo of Genba. Then again, Yoshimoto was an Imagawa, and Yoshiaki revered him, so maybe that tone was real. "Motonari has a problem with a member of your household."

"I don't see how. My page has devoted his attention to me since the moment we arrived. Any insult would have come about because he was merely doing my bidding." In other words Yoshimoto was insinuating his own servants were more important than Motonari - which is not how I would have chosen to play this, but now it seems we were committed.

Motonari stepped forward and looked me over from head to foot. "Lord Imagawa, yer page is a spy who works for Mitsuhide."

With, people, with. And not any longer.

Yoshimoto whipped out his fan and semi-concealed a theatrically fake yawn. "Of course she's a spy. But she works for my cousin, not Mitsuhide."

Takeda Shingen? Wait. Yoshimoto if you're going to change the script, it would be nice if you handed me the updated sides first.

Iekane started to speak, but Motonari got there first. "Shut up."

Oooh. Someone doesn’t like Iekane. I... think I can work with that.

He turned back to me. "Yer one of the Mitsumono? Why’d ya help Mitsuhide?"

Um… I did a rapid revision to Kaya's backstory. I didn’t dare look at Mitsuhide. Did he believe I was a Takeda spy? Maybe… that would be for the best. It would be the easiest and fastest way for him to wash his hands of me and continue on his mission.

“The best way to gain his trust was to help him.” Ok, think think, what else? “And of course once he pulled us off your ship, I figured the only way I was going to get back to Kasaguyama was to work with him."

“By burning down my camp." Motonari’s words came out as a growl, but there was a different kind of light in his eyes.

"Next time tell your men not to store, the gunpowder so close to open flame.” Hoping that I had judged his character correctly, I added a purposeful careless shrug. "Hell of a fire though."

He looked startled for a moment, then his laughter rang out across the dark night. "Hell of a fire."

Behind me, Yoshimoto shifted uneasily. Yeah so I had flipped the script too... but we were going to need Motonari to defuse this Yoshiaki mess, and the only way that was going to happen would be if we eliminated Iekane’s influence. One way or another.

The Kanamori guards seemed not to know what to do with Motonari's sudden outburst. Once again Iekane stepped forward, but no, I couldn’t let him take control this narrative. His, for want of a better word, superpower, was the long con. It had to be for him to have been able to fool Aki for so long. I gestured to Iekane. "Lord Iekane knows this, because he and I were both originally trained by the same spymaster." I glanced over my shoulder at the Kanamori guard who was still poking me with a sword. "Just a suggestion, but you might want to get a food taster in for Mozumi's meals and drink."

I wasn't going to outright accuse Iekane of anything, especially since I hadn’t found any evidence that he was responsible for Mozumi's condition, but all I needed was for them to hesitate before acting.

Iekane put his hand to his heart. "Are you accusing me of harming my dear father? The man took me in, saved my life. I'm devoted to his health."

"Yes, of course you must be." Finally Yoshimoto picked up on the good cop bad cop routine. We really should have rehearsed this. "A poor orphan is always grateful to the rich man, especially if he has no other living offspring."

The Kanamori guard became less poky with the sword in my back. So that's one thin-

"Heh. This is all very interesting." Motonari's tone said it was the complete opposite of interesting. "I don’t care if Iekane is offing his Pap, it all ends up the same in the end. Imagawa ya in for destroying Nobunaga and getting this party started or not?"

Crap. Iekane was my goal, but if I could throw a bit of help toward Mitsuhide’s mission, it would be a good thing too.

"The desire of my vassals is clear." Yoshimoto snapped his fan shut. The metallic clang was like the locking of a cell door. "That said, I do not agree that Sakai is a worthwhile target."

Ok, good, he'd given me an opening. "Iekane when you caused the cart accident, was your target me... or was it Hiko?"

"Accident?" Iekane’s laugh was on the disbelieving side of sarcastic. "Kaya, you've always been clumsy. And little boys, well, they can get into so much mischief."

And… that was an unforced error to Iekane.

"Lord Motonari." I turned and directly addressed the pirate. "Has Iekane ever met Hiko?"

He frowned, either at the non-sequitur, or because he might have figured out where I was going. "No. He ain’t been to Sakai. Do you have a point, spy? Or are ya wasting time waiting for reinforcements?"

Reinforcements… well, that would have been a good idea. Too bad none of us thought of that.

"How does Iekane know Hiko is a little boy?" Before Iekane could formulate a bluff, I kept going. "Hiko is in danger, from Iekane. Before my former master disappeared, he sent me a letter, asking me to find Hiko and protect him from Iekane."

Don't ask me why. Don't ask me why.

"Why, why would I care about some street kid?" Of course Iekane asked.

"Because," Yoshimoto took up the thread of my logic and embellished it into a telenovela. "Hiko is actually Mozumi's son. His blood son."

Yoshimoto, WTF? Then… I considered. Oh…that's actually… pretty good.

Since Yoshimoto had his bard on I kept quiet and let him continue. "Hiko's mother was one of Mozumi's concubines. But Mozumi's second wife Osumi was jealous of Niwa, and arranged for an attempt on her life. Frightened for her safety and realizing she was carrying a baby, Niwa decided to fake her death, at least until the child was born. Unfortunately, during childbirth, poor Niwa’s death became a reality. This was when her sister decided to raise Hiko as her own. She already had a daughter, Sho, and the children were devoted to each other."

Yoshimoto finished his epic with a flutter of his fan, and I could tell he was holding back from actually bowing. Ok, a little over the top, but at least he had remembered to account for the existence of Sho. Mozumi's vassals might not remember all of his former concubines, but they might remember the existence of a daughter.

"And that is why Iekane plans to attack Sakai. It would be easy enough to kill one small boy in the confusion and make it look like an accident of war." In fact, that probably was why Iekane had chosen Sakai. Or at least one reason. Once again I was glad that Yoshimoto, or rather the Takeda mitsumono, had taken Hiko to Kasugayama.

"That's ridiculous." Iekane addressed Motonari, "Lord Imagawa has spent so much time on the arts that it’s rotted his brain. No true warrior would believe such a fanciful tale."

I heard a whisper from the direction of the Kanamori guards. A rather familiar voice, in fact. “Mozumi did have a concubine by name of Niwa.”

And thank you Mitsuhide for backing up Yoshimoto’s flight of fancy.

Iekane took a nervous step in that direction, trying to read the Kanamori guard’s faces.

Another voice, from one of Mozumi’s vassals. “Lady Osumi was the jealous type.”

That… had also been Mitsuhide, once again employing that ventriloquism trick he’d used back in Sakai.

“Are you really believing this nonsense?” Iekane looked around. But he was nervous. As he spoke, fumbled for something he had in his kimono. Something black and shiny. A pistol?

In that moment, I didn’t know who he planned to shoot, but only Mitsuhide would be familiar with the quicker action of a western pistol. But if he acted, it would be the end of his mission – because Iekane wasn’t his target. Iekane was mine.

I allowed myself a fast peek at him, trying to determine whether he had something in mind. He looked, for the first time in my memory, agonized. Indecisive. If this incident deterred him from his mission, I knew he would hate himself forever.

And so before Iekane could even point the thing, I jumped at him, hoping to knock it out of his hands.

Instead of pushing me away, Iekane grabbed my wrist. Only then, I could see it wasn't a Nanban pistol at all. It was dark and oblong, gleaming of some unfamiliar material.

Our action carried us backward, and then, rather than twisting, or braking, Iekane let us continue to fall backward, over the wall of the castle entirely in front of the started gazes of Yoshimoto and Motonari… and though Mitsuhide leaped forward, his hands reaching for me, he was not in time to prevent us from sailing over the edge.

Oh shit, this is going to hur-

We never hit the ground.

There was a flash of light, and I felt a bit of a jolt of electricity, and then the world was replaced by stifling grey.

Fog.

I've been here before.

“You are indeed stupid, putting me right where I wanted to be.”

It was as if I were back in that crate, as closed in and impenetrable as a coffin, yet without any physical walls that I could pound on or kick. I tried screaming but nothing came out of my mouth.

Wormhole?

Find a piece of yourself that you can hang onto through all of the roles you play. Some thing. Some goal that’s more important than who you are portraying at that moment in time. If you lose that piece, you’ll lose yourself in the game. You might never find your way out again.

The memory wasn’t of the wormhole that pulled Toshiie and I into the Sengoku. No it was of a thick endless grey. A grey where time had ceased to exist. Iekane had pushed me and I’d become trapped, alone, dissolving…

No… not me.

Someone else’s memory?

And then I felt Iekane grab onto my wrist, as I could tell he was preparing to throw me off him. Fling me somewhere. Somewhere into the grey. Again. His voice was harsh in my ear. "Give my regards to your father."

“Oh no you don’t. Not this time!”Mine or not, that vision was a warning of what could happen if I allowed him to throw me deeper into the wormhole.

I grabbed onto his arm, snatched that odd device from his hand. The wind whipped around us, pulling us in all directions, as we battled over it. Lightning crackled in the distance and Iekane yelped as if he'd been shot.

I tightened my grip on the thing, kicked out, and in the weird gravity field of the wormhole, we ricocheted away from each other. With a howl of rage, Iekane disappeared from my view, spinning, tumbling head over heels, his hand still reaching for the device.

The fog faded, pushed away by a fetid heavy breeze that carried a stench of blood and ash and decay.

As the wormhole gave way to smoke, that eerie silence was replaced by shouts. I had the sensation of falling into intense heat. It was all the warning I had before my feet touched ground. I ran three staggering steps, through the dark haze, tripped over something soft…

… and landed on a body. Even in the heat around me, the person was limp, his clothing soaked and -

Where’s the rest of -- ?!

Oh God.

Get away from him-

They're…everywhere!

I'd seen battlefields from a distance.

There had never been a desire to get any closer than my perch from a tree in a nearby forest. Though that distance had been enough to give me an idea of how much smoke, noise, and confusion there could be, nothing could have prepared me for the smell or the heat.

Or the feel of a dead body beneath me.

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mewi-or-lara · 9 months

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Me and @scrtpv started a RP and I have a very Sander and FMA 03 mood lately. Finally Sander's plot is developing!!!

And gosh, I love Johan, Koi's OC, so much and his and Sander interactions.... They're so siblings

Johan being a big meow meow

Cat eyes. No he doesn't have them in 03 version. Koi just often mentions in rp that Johan's eyes look like cat's from a special angle or with a specific lightning

Sander's learning how to smile

After-ending reunion. Sander saved Rose's life giving his hand to "patch" her wounds. Not a human transmutation technically (because she was still alive) but still

Post-canon Sander. Yes, he has Johan's scarf.....

#tw blood #tw amputation #fma 03 #fma oc #fma #fma 2003 #fullmetal alchemist #mewi draw #doodle #fma sander klein #johan kohl fma

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watchtheworld-burn · 2 years

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ILLUSION

Yandere! Boyfriend x Male! Reader

Genre: Romance

Status: Oneshot special

Pronouns: He/him

Warning: Obsessive behavior

Author's note: This is a 100 followers special in wattpad. Thank you everyone who followed me.

You were cooking food for your boyfriend while listening to Koi Geba. Despite the lyrics being disturbing, the song was wonderful. Anyway, let's talk more about your boyfriend. You were basically crazy in love with Luciel. Every time someone asks you about your relationship, you tell them the story in great detail. All you ever talked about was Luciel.

Anyway flash back

FLASH BACK

You guys were in highschool with you being a nerd who studies 24/7 while Luciel was known for being the cutest guy in school. You gotta admit every time you and Luciel cross paths or have eye contact, you would always blush and look down.

You were confused about your sexuality back then. There were times you liked girls but there would also be times where you liked boys, but you were in denial of liking boys since being gay was 'unusual'.

It was lunchtime and you were eating alone again. Thankfully there weren't any bullies in your life, people never really noticed you. Unless you were announced as the winner in every school event. People envy you, people don't hate you for being smart. While you were eating you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around to see Luciel.

"Oh, good afternoon Luciel." You greeted him. You were always formal to people. "Hey, can I sit beside you?" He asked you with his monotone voice. "Um, sure." You said and moved a bit. Luciel nodded as a sign for thank you. He got out his lunch box and opened it as he was about to eat. He got cut off.

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you sitting beside me?" You asked him while looking at him. But you couldn't see him properly because of your foggy eyeglasses, so you decided to buy new eyeglasses after school. "I don't wanna sit with my fangirls." He answered and continued to eat his lunch. "Ah." You replied and also continued eating. And the rest of lunchtime was filled with silence.

⏰(timeskip)

After that incident Luciel and you always have been eating lunch together. You guys aren't technically friends, you two just have conversations. Since he has a lot of admirers, just imagine the amount of glares you receive everyday. I mean, I don't blame them. How can a hottie like him be with a nerd like you?

But hey, all the people that knew you liked you. You were so nice and obedient. Even though you get mad, you still try not to be offensive. Then again, it was rare for you to be mad. You were always chill.

Anyways, back to the story. Class was already done. You were answering your homework for the day, before you were about to finish the last question you felt someone tap your shoulder. It was Luciel but his friends were with him. You noticed that his friends were the other popular kids in the school.

"Come with us." He demanded. "Um, can I finish this last question?" You asked him and pointed at the question. "Luciel, are you sure we're taking this freak with us?" The cheerleader whispered to Luciel. After a few seconds.

You sighed in relief and started fixing your stuff. You turned around to see them. "Oh, you're still here." You were upset, you thought they already ditched you.

Luciel took your hand and dragged you with them. You took your hand away and walked beside him. "Luciel, are you sure that you want me to go?" You whispered. "Of course, I am. Why? Do you not wanna come with me?" He guilt tripped you.

You felt bad. "No, just curious." You lied and stayed quiet for the rest of the walk. You guys finally reached his house. He opened the door and let you guys in. You sat down on his couch while they went upstairs.

You took out your phone and opened the notes app. You typed in the notes for the topic the teacher discussed in school. After you saved it your phone was taken away. "I brought you here for us to spend time together and not for you to ignore me." He told you.

"Oh, I'm sorry." You apologized. He sat down beside you. He sat very close to you, and you sat far from him since he sat very close to you. For the rest of the night you guys talked till you two were tired.

And.. I'm sorry but that's the only thing you remembered..

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PRESENT TIME

After you finished cooking you prepared the table for dinner. You then heard a knock. You took off your apron and walked to the door. You saw a very wet Luciel. You gasped and immediately let him in. You dragged him to the bathroom. You took his bag and gave him new clothes. "Thanks, love." He thanked you and kissed your cheek.

"You're welcome. Anyways, just take a bath already Luciel." You said and he laughed. "Sure. Whatever you want." You smiled and closed the door. After 10 minutes he was done. Thankfully the food was still hot and delicious.

While you guys were eating Luciel received a call. He looked at you. "Um, can I answer that?" he asked, and you swallowed your food. "Of course, take your time." you replied, he thanked you. He took his phone and went to your shared bedroom.

You stopped eating and took your phone from the counter. You opened social media, you checked the social media account of your celebrity crush. You wanted to see what his new post is, sadly he has a girlfriend but at least you have a boyfriend.

After Luciel was done with his phone call he went back to the kitchen and you put down your phone and continued eating. "So. How was that?" You asked. "I don't wanna talk about it." He responded. "Oh, and I have a question. After we went to your house in high school, what happened after that?" You asked him

"Oh, um. We just spent the rest of school together. Why'd you ask?" He tilts his head. "Oh, nothing." You smiled at him. He didn't believe you. Your behavior was odd today. Why is that?

💝

It was movie night, every time it’s Saturday or Sunday you and Luciel watch movies. It was bonding time for you two. You liked horror movies or documentaries, He liked action movies and sci-fi movies. The problem was that you didn’t like sci-fi, while he didn’t like horror and documentaries.

You didn’t like sci-fi because you weren’t interested in it. He didn’t like horror and documentaries because he didn’t like scary stuff. So you guys just watch comedies or romance. Then one of you chooses a movie.

You guys play rock-paper-scissors to know who’ll choose a movie. You two were now changed into more comfortable clothes with popcorn and chips on the table and the TV right in front of you two.

Luciel finally arrived, he was wearing your clothes. “Why are you wearing my clothes? I’m sure you already have a lot of clothes that are clean.” You glared at him. He chuckled. “Sorry. I just wanted to wear yours.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes. “C’mon let’s play rock-paper-scissors.” You said.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” You two exclaimed. You had paper and he had rock. He sighed. “Oh, and Luciel, can you get the drinks?” You asked him. “Okay, boss.” He joked and took some sodas from the fridge. “So, what are we watching?” He asked and placed the sodas on the table and sat beside you.

“Hmm, What about ‘White Chicks’? [If you haven’t watched it, I recommend it.]” You asked him. “What’s it about?” He asked. “Um, ‘Two black FBI agents consigned to baby-sitting A pair of empty-headed socialites pose as the white party girls to flush out their would-be kidnappers.’” You read the description. “Okay, let’s watch that.” He said and you pressed play.

Before the movie started, Luciel was immediately hugging you. His arms were on your waist, he was almost laying down. Throughout the whole movie, he kept looking at you. Every fifteen minutes he would stop watching to look at you. If you saw him keep looking at you, you would say ‘Stop looking at me weirdo’.

He knew that you didn’t like it when people looked at you, even him. But how could he not look at you? You were so handsome and cute. When you were wearing glasses in highschool, you looked like Haruhi from ouran highschool host club. He wanted to take your glasses off to see your face but he had to stop himself, but now he can see your face without glasses everyday.

You saw him looking at you. He really thought you wouldn’t notice him, huh? Pfft. You covered his eyes. “What are you doing? I’m watching the movie!” He lied. “Last time I checked, I wasn’t part of the movie, Lucy.”

💞

You were on twitter, you were checking if there was any new drama. You then noticed Luciel, he was looking at your account on Facebook. You exited twitter and opened facebook, searched his account and you saw him. His profile was you and him, you were kissing Luciel's cheek and he was blushing. You scrolled down and saw pictures of you and him. No parents, no friends, no exes. Just you.

"Luciel?" You called his name. He stopped looking at his computer and faced you. "What?" He titled his head. "Are your parents dead?" You asked him. "No, why are you asking me?" He answered you. "You've met my parents, don't you think it's fair if I met yours?" You stated. "M/N I assure you, You won't like my family." He stated and spun around with his chair.

You moved his chair to face you and held the sides of the chair. (kinda like pinning him to the wall) " 'Family'? So you have siblings? how many?" Luciel blushed and answered you. "2 younger sisters and 2 younger brothers." Your eyes sparkled. "Let's visit them! Please?" You begged him. He started contemplating if he should say yes or no.

He sighed, "Okay, fine. But don't say I didn't warn you." When you heard him say yes you hugged him immediately. "Thank you so much!" You thanked him. You stopped hugging him and took some clothes.

Timeskip

You two finally arrived at his house. It was big. To you at least, your house wasn't really this big but you didn't complain about it being not big since you didn't care. "It looks nice." You told him. He faced you and smiled. "You're right, the people who live there are a different story." He said. You raised your brow but shook it off anyway.

You guys walked to the doorstep. You heard some screaming and running, but you weren't sure since it was a bit muffled. You rang the bell. After a few seconds a woman opens the door. She had red eyes and red hair.

She hasn't noticed you yet, she seemed focused on Luciel however. "Oh! Luciel, honey! Come in!" She smiled at him. He went inside and took your hand. "Where are we going?" You look at him, confused.

"To the kitchen." He answered. You guys finally reached the kitchen and he made you sit. His mother followed you guys and finally she noticed. "Oh, who are you?" She asked you. "I'm M/N L/N-" You didn't get to finish your sentence thanks to someone.

"He's my boyfriend." He cut you off and glared at her. "Ohh, was he the guy you rambled about in high school?" You blushed, you didn't know that he talks about you to his family. "Yeah, he is." He said.

"Boyfriend?!"

"Our brother has a boyfriend?"

You heard two kids say. The two kids seemed like they were fighting before you guys came in. After they heard what Luciel said they immediately ran to you. "Who are you?"

"Are you guys engaged?"

"Do you truly love Luciel?"

"Why are you hot?"

"Excuse me?!" Luciel exclaimed. He was probably mad at the girl who asked the last question. "I'm M/N L/N, and no we aren't engaged." You answered the first 2 questions.

"How long have you guys been together?" The guy asked. "7 years." You answered him. "Why aren't guys married yet?" He asked again. "I'm not ready to marry Luciel yet." You sweat-dropped.

"Well, who are you two?" You asked the two kids. "I'm Lorraine. I'm 15 years old." The girl said. "I'm Edward. I'm also 15 years old." The boy said. "Those two are adopted, by the way." Luciel whispered and you nodded.

"Let's hangout!" Lorraine exclaimed and took your left hand while Eddie took your right hand. They lead you to their shared room. When you three reached their room they made you sit on their bed.

"What's your opinion on 'obey me'?" Lorraine asked you. "The demon otome game? I wanted to play but Luciel saw the app on my phone and scolded me." Eddie gave an disgusted look. "Ew, why do you even like him? He's so possessive and obsessive." You looked at him and thought about it.

"Well, he's very charming. We have a lot in common, he's always there for me." You answered him. "That's it?" He gave you a disappointed look. "Well, it's hard to explain."

"Are you gay or bisexual?" Lorraine asked you. "He's gay, so don't even think about it." Luciel glared at her. "Oh, hey, Luciel!" You smiled at him. "C'mon sit beside me." You moved a bit and patted the space beside you. He listened to you and sat beside you.

"Did they annoy you?" He asked you. "Nope." You replied. "So, do you like them?" You chuckled. "A bit. They remind me of my cousins." Luciel just nodded in response.

The whole day was amazing. Playing with Lorraine and Eddie was wonderful. They were so nice, sure they bickered with each other but it's normal for siblings. His mom? Well, she's okay. You remembered that while Lorraine and the others were still eating she showed you Luciel's baby pictures.

You obviously took some photos. Luckily Luciel didn't know that she showed you his pictures.

⛺

You were scrolling on Instagram and you came across a traveling account. It was basically a woman and her husband traveling around the world and rate how they liked the experience or not.

They were hiking in a place called Eden. You can take a lot of places to take pictures there and there's also a zipline, skycycle, and skyswing. Maybe you should go there with Luciel. You always wanted to try the skycycle and you wanted to ride the zipline again.

"Why are you still awake?" You heard Luciel whisper. You forgot he was beside you. You checked the time and saw that it was 2 am. "Oh, sorry." You then turned off the wifi and placed the phone on the table which was beside the bed.

"By the way, Luciel, you wanna go somewhere with me tomorrow?" You asked him and you could see him slowly nodding his head. You smiled and went to sleep.

Timeskip

It was already 8am. You and Luciel were in the car, driving to Eden. Well, you were driving and Luciel was ranting about the old sonic being ugly. You didn't know how the conversation started with traveling to the old sonic.

You guys finally reached your destination. Since it was 9am and the rides were open at 1pm you guys decided to walk around and take pictures. Who knows, you guys might probably brag about it. Haha, just kidding.

Even though you hated walking for a long time, you'll do it for Luciel. It's been a long time since you two had alone time, because he was always working. You two saw a deer. Luciel smiled and took out his camera and took a photo.

You two walked even further and saw a garden with beautiful flowers. "Oh, Luciel! Stand over there, I'll take a picture." You pointed. Luciel listened to you and posed.

You used his camera to take a picture then after a few seconds you checked to see how it turned out. You smiled. He looked amazing. You should probably make it your wallpaper.

After 2 hours you guys stopped walking and went to the restaurant. Yes, Eden has a restaurant. The food was amazing, you wouldn't get tired of eating it, and the desserts were to die for. After waiting you guys went to the rides. You signed up for the zipline and skycycle, Luciel also did the same thing.

You climbed up and tried to do the skycycle first. You were obviously scared but Luciel seemed excited. It was fun but scary since the wire/rope was wiggling. Overall it was fun. The zipline was very fast, which made you scream out of joy and Luciel screamed out of fear.

It was already 2pm and you two walked home. You heard a woman say about pictures, you obviously paid for those pictures while Luciel was busy.

You guys were walking to your car when you saw an injured dog. You gasped and ran towards it. Luciel noticed you were gone and followed you. "M/N, are you okay?" He asked you.

"Luciel, save this dog."

"What?"

"Save the dog, Luciel!"

"Okay, Okay, Okay!"

He took out his first aid kit and helped the dog. After a few moments he was done and the dog was okay and safe. "Should we take it to the vet?" You faced him and Luciel nodded. You guys went to the car and tried to find the nearest vet.

After the vet was done, you noticed that it doesn't have a collar. "Lucy.."

"hm?"

"Can we please adopt him?"

"What if it has an owner?"

"Well, we'll give it to them if we know who they are. C'mon, Lucy. Please?"

Luciel sighs.

"fine."

"Yay!!"

❓

You were going to the grocery store since the food already ran out. You noticed 3 moms, or your neighbors, talking. Since you were a nosy person, you pretended to buy something near them to hear their conversation.

Juices were the closest item to them you pretended to check them out. "Do you guys know M/N's boyfriend?" One of them said,

"Yeah, what about him?"

"Despite his good looks and skills, he's nothing but a controlling freak."

"Wait, really?"

"Well, he does seem to be like that."

"What do you mean 'controlling'?"

"Well, I went to their house to give some cookies to M/N. He bought me inside to chat for a bit. When Luciel came to the room he glared at me as if I was his rival!"

"What are you saying? That's normal for boyfriends to be jealous."

"You're right but, he whispered something to M/N then the next thing I know, M/N tells me to go back home. I just stopped by the door since I could hear them talking, All of a sudden they were arguing!"

"Now that I think about it. Me and M/N were at a party, he was looking at me probably because he zoned out but I noticed Luciel talking to him as if he was scolding him."

"Hmm, have you guys noticed that he rarely leaves the house?"

"Yeah."

"When he goes out I always notice Luciel around him, he never goes out alone. Luciel is always there. I don't know about you guys but that doesn't seem normal to me."

After a while you stopped listening. They were wrong, Luciel only wanted the best for you. Right?

Ugh! Don't let them get into your mind. They probably don't know what they're talking about. Then again, should you watch some videos about a toxic relationship? No, You trust Luciel. What kind of relationship is it if there isn't any trust?

🤔

You were hanging out with your friends and you guys were talking about relationships. After them talking about their significant other's it made you realize how different your relationships are to another.

"How about you, M/N?" One of them asked you. "Well, My relationship is okay, I guess." You fidget with your fingers while talking. "Do you go out often?" Leisha asked you. (If you see unfamiliar names, they're the friends.)

"Me? Not really, but Luciel does. I remember I tried to apply for a job but he stopped me from applying." You told them. They gasped. "Why did he stop you?" Ashely said. "He didn't want me to hang out with other people that aren't him." You sweat-dropped.

"Well what else does he do?" Kaye asked. You then told them about Luciel's behavior around you. They seemed a bit disgusted, you didn't know why. "Dearie, you should break up with him." Leisha sipped on her drink.

"What? Why?" You raised your brow. "Boyfriends aren't obsessive, manipulative, and selfish." Leisha stated as if it was obvious. "I'm sure that he only wants the best for me." You defended Luciel.

"Are you sure?" Ashely looked at you which made you nervous, were they right? Is Luciel a toxic boyfriend? You then heard your phone ring. "Oops, I have to go, because of curfew." You excused yourself and left. "Curfew?" The girls looked at each other with confusion on their faces.

You finally reached your house to see Luciel right there sitting, with disappointment on his face. "What took you so long?" He titled his head. "Well, it took me so long to find a taxi and traffic was awful." You reasoned.

Luciel seems to doubt you. "You know, maybe you should stop hanging out with your 'friends' and spend time with your lovely boyfriend." He walks toward you and hugs you from behind.

You took his arms away from you. "They were right! You are controlling! You know, Luciel, you don't have the right to choose friends for me! I'm my own person who has a freedom of choice!" You exclaimed.

He sighs, "You always listen to them. You know, my friends told me that I should break up with you because you're annoying and clingy. But unlike you I defended you, Hell I even stopped our friendship just so no one can judge our relationship!" He told you.

You couldn't think of a comeback, So you just stayed quiet. He smirks and takes your hand. "Maybe we both need a rest." He whispers to you and leads you to the bedroom.

🕵️‍♂️

Luciel has been weird today. Well, weirder than usual. He's been more jealous than usual. After you let him borrow your phone you noticed that your friend's contacts were gone.

In each texting app, it only had your parents and him. You asked him about it and he claims that he doesn't know what you were talking about.

Also yesterday, you were borrowing his phone since yours was still charging. You checked his gallery app to see a locked folder.

You tried to open it, sadly you didn't know the password. You could've asked him but that sounds dumb. All you know is that the locked folder was named 'M/N', you didn't know why he would lock it if it was just you.

After you were done taking a shower, you noticed that Luciel left you a letter. It was something about him going home late. Well, while he's gone you should clean up. You stretched and took cleaning supplies.

While you were cleaning the house you noticed an open door. It was weird, you lived in this house for 5 years but you never saw this door. The door was small but the room inside it was big enough to be a junk room.

The room was dark since the lights were off, but since you never saw this room so it must be really dusty. Then you remembered a memory about Luciel.

Flashback

"M/N?" Luciel called you. You turned around, "Hm?" You tilted your head. "If you saw an unfamiliar door. Don't go inside it." He warned you. You chuckled.

"What is this? Coraline?" You joked but Luciel didn't seem to be impressed. He just glared at you. You laughed and patted his back. "Of course, whatever you say, mi cielo." You smiled at him

He hugged you. When he stopped hugging you, you immediately thought of something. "Why did you warn me about that anyway? I'm sure that there aren't any unfamiliar doors here." You stated. "I'm just saying." He said and waved you goodbye.

You also waved him goodbye. "That's weird.." You said but shrugged off Luciel's behavior.

Flashback done

Hmm, it's probably nothing, right?

You went inside to see.. Oh, my gosh.

There were 5,758 pictures of you. There were pictures of you eating, sleeping, studying, watching a movie, and crying. What disturb you the most was the middle. Was the table in the middle of the room,

There were your lost glasses and 5 candles. It was already lit. On the table there was a picture of you and your co-workers, all your co-workers were crushed out with.. Blood?

Your head had a heart drawn on it. Even though it seemed harmless, the co-workers who got crushed out were dead after that incident they stopped the company so now you're just staying at home doing chores. How did he get the picture?

Even you, didn't have the picture. There was also a book, it was open and the pen was close to the book. You took the book and started reading.

September 20 20XX

Dear Diary, Today was amazing. Thankfully the teacher made me and M/N sit together. she also said that this will be the seat arrangement till the end of the year!! I tried talking to him but he didn't hear me even though we were so close together :(( but I'll never give up talking to him. :))

June 20 20XX

Dear Diary, It's my birthday today :)) I went to M/N's favorite restaurant and ordered his favorite food from the menu. We both met and talked. He was very entertaining. Sadly he had to leave early. :((

July 5 20XX

Dear Diary, I saw M/N alone at the cinema. He was watching horror movies, he seems like those. I hated horror movies but I couldn't help myself when I saw him in line.

Update: the movie was amazing, it was scary but fun. It was also suspenseful and I love the way it made me so intrigued. M/N has a good taste.

It was cute. Sure was a bit obsessive, but he was like you when you had a crush. You smiled at some of the entries he wrote. You flipped the pages, you checked the other entries but it just has the same date as the one you read but just a few years later.

September 20 20XX

I hate that M/N has to leave me for work. I can just work for the two of us. I begged him to work the same job as me. He said no. Those 'friends' of his are a bad influence, because of them he stopped being so affectionate.

June 20 20XX

I killed M/N's co-workers. They told him I was the devil. Me? A devil? They also told me that I was a red flag and problematic. I'm just looking out for him.

July 5 20XX

I opened M/N's phone today. He seemed to be obsessed with (Celebrity crush). His homescreen and lockscreen was him. His password was him. Even the majority of his app icons are him. I obviously changed it to me. I also looked at his contacts. He seems to be close with this 'Jeal' person. I should probably……

You immediately closed the book. How did his sweet crush on you turn into obsession? All the other entries were about you. Were you the problem?

You then felt a presence behind you. You turned around to see Luciel. He looked mad. "Didn't I tell you not to go inside here.." he said. You backed away but your back was met with a wall. "I'm s-sorry. I was about to lock the door but.." You tried to explain.

"But what?" He tilted his head. "I saw something that catched my eye and I saw all of this.." You finished what you said earlier. "We never met, did we, Luciel?" You asked with a bit of venom in your voice.

"Well, I gotta admit. I never expected this day to come." He dodged your question. "Answer my question, Luciel!" You demanded. "You're right, we never met. Let me explain from the start, is that okay baby?" He asked and you nodded.

"Well, you were the nerd and I was the popular guy, but I guess you already knew that. We never ate lunch together. I would sit with my friends and watch from afar. I admired you, I envied every person who talked to you.

You never batted an eye at me. It was as if you never knew I existed. When I tried calling your name, you just ignored me!

And other people saying, 'Oh, M/N is such a sweetheart! Oh, M/N so obedient!' It's like they were rubbing it in my face that you preferred them over me. Anyways, I always watched you. I wanted to talk to you but my annoying friends stopped me. Oh and you were in a coma, thanks to that car who hit you." he explained.

"But, how did I get memories of you and me?" You asked. "I asked my parents to hire someone who can change your memory. Then I told them what to change and you know what happens next." He smiled. He walked close to you and kneeled down.

"C'mon, let's forget about this and keep living our perfect life." He said and offered you his hand. You looked at him up and down. You pushed him away and ran away. He groaned and started chasing you.

"Come back here, M/N!" he yelled, which made you scared. "I'm not joking!" he yelled but this one was different from the other one he said. IT WAS A T̶̼͕̿ͅḨ̴̝̣̍̄͗͛̆R̶̢̳̈̄̈́͐É̵͈͒̓̄͌Ä̷̟̫́̍͒͊͝T̵͚̮͝

You ran to the kitchen to find a knife or any sharp thing to kill him but there was none. You heard him run. You stopped looking for it and ran to the living room.

You were finding something to throw at him to knock him out. A remote? Too weak. The TV? You can't carry it. Pillows? Too easy to dodge. The table? Same with the TV situation. You heard footsteps. Crap.

You ran to the other rooms to find something but all of a sudden anything that can become a weapon was gone. Geez, what happened to it? Your only choice was the shared bedroom. A lamp could be useful and your other stuff too.

You ran to the bedroom. You saw the window, you tried to open but it was locked and the key was nowhere to be found. You saw the lamp. You either throw it at him or use it to break the window. Well your aim was bad so maybe you can use it to break the window.

You heard footsteps. You took the window and used it to break the window. You did it! But you saw.. Wood? The devil locked the whole house in such a short period of time. "Give it up. M/N. There's no use." he said.

You turned around to see him with a smirk. You could've use the other stuff to murder him but it was in the closet which was close to him. You lost all your hope.

"Guess I'm stuck with you, huh?" You said. "Luciel." You called his name. "Hm?" He replied. "I want to make a deal." You said and walked close to him. "Well, let's go to the kitchen and discuss it." He said and led you to the kitchen.

You two sat away from each other. "So, what is it?" he asked. "I'll be your happy husband." He smiled from what you said. "But, I can also break into character at least once a week." you said. "Once a month." He said. "Fine, Once a month. I can also ask any question right now and when I break into character." You told him.

"I'll treat you the same as before. And you should treat me nicely. If you cheat, we're gonna have a divorce and you have to suck it up. Deal?" you said and offered your right hand. "But if you cheat, you'll be punished. Deal?" he said and offered his left hand.

You sighed, "Deal." You said and shook his hand.

THE END

#yandere x you #fanfic #yandere character #male reader #yandere x reader #lgbtq #gay #yandere #oc x you #yandere oc x reader #original character #x reader #yandere male x male reader #male y/n #yandere x male reader #x male reader #x male!reader

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nameless-brand · 11 months

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Sato / 18 / she/her. I have moved on past an MS paint icon to a photo of myself.

Owner of an enterprise originating from New Jersey trying to get said company settled into where the Nameless City used to be, now called Gotham.

First thing that greeted me was some ugly Gothic tower from a big-shot company planted right where I died.

Rude.

Anyway, it's been an utter pain in the butt.

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OOC:

Sato finally gets her own Tunglr blog. Only took the timeline to break to do so. This is the "A Lilium At the End of the World " timeline!

She's the only one that remembers the "Dream's Descent" timeline, given her identity as < Myriad Lights >.

The Dream doesn't exist here because in their first confrontation / the Dream's betrayal, Sato sacrifices her Spark of Godhood to banish it for good. She dies afterwards but not before she manages to set up contingences.

As a result, there's quite a few changes in the new timeline.

No gods, no masters.

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Law

No password.

Common decency applies. Don’t do something that you wouldn’t appreciate being done to yourself. We’re all here to have fun.

No sexual NSFW things here or any of my other blogs. Not really my thing.

Multi-fandom and crossover friendly. OC Friendly.

I am Hika / Lilac. I am an adult!

If you need things tagged, please tell me so I can do so. I will try to preemptively tag for common triggers, but I can’t account for everything.

Given this is an in-character blog, most posts will be short. However, face-to-face will likely be multi-para length.

As I'm double-downing on the Gotham setting, Sato will not know Bruce Wayne is Batman and in fact will be highly resistant to the idea. To her, it's like hearing Elon Musk declaring he's Batman (not to mention other rich people claiming to know or assist the superhero). She doesn't particularly care about supervillainry and superheroism beyond it hurting her bottom line as she's a mostly normal person now.

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Name: Sato

Moniker: koi, Myriad Lights

Age: 18

Pronouns: She/her

Personality: Determined, she's always been determined. Sure, she's a bit of a ditz and a blabbermouth - okay, more than a bit, but she's always been sincere. Her desires, her dealings with people, her affection.

She still thinks people can be better and be happy, so long as they have the environment to do so.

Problem is she's living in a world in late-stage capitalism, where companies, now giant insatiable organisms of their own, try and grow uncontrollably with no one to check and balance them out. It was like that in the prior world too, but it was so much worse here.

Of course, she already has a lot going on like trying to find her friend who is off god knows where, not to mention the others who are probably living very different lives in this new timeline. And now she has to tackle an enormous societal problem that encompasses the world?

Well, she'd know Levant would want her to do it. And the other factor is that she maaaaay have accidentally blown herself up in a fit of fury against the Dream, so she isn't really a Goddess anymore. But she could still accumulate Faith - and with it, she'll be able to do something to help save Levant when the opportunity reveals itself.

Furthermore, she needs to find the rest of the Nameless Church somehow. Find Lillian - or is it Chi again - especially - Lev would want that. She suspects Mirielle and Sasha escaped the timeline. Well, she knows. She had to literally push Mirielle out of the timeline before she strained it further trying to save her.

In any case, the best way to achieve her goals was to make a massive company on her own - money and resources to find the Nameless Church and Faith to gain the power to find Levant. She knows what major stocks will get big - she also knows all the market trends like Crypto and NFTs - and knows what to avoid too like Mt. Gox and Enron. And while she's at it, she'll be doing something about that rampant capitalism destroying people's lives thing.

If she can't kill it from the outside (without inciting mass deaths anyway), she could try to do it from the inside instead. No, she doesn't have a plan. She doesn't even know how to run a company, but she can learn.

What better way to gather Faith is to have a whole bunch of people grateful to you for providing a decent livelihood in this world?

Appearance:

#my only picture of sato is a sketch of her in Levant's jacket asffaf #Visibly Lawful Good #More Chaotic Neutral with a side of breaking society and watching it go out in a controlled burn.

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lost-in-horrorland · 1 year

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I just need to get these ideas outta my head before I lose it (tagging @healterskeltergirl cause she is amazing and normally listens to my rambles in Discord DMs about ideas I hyper fixate on).

ATLA Prince Zuko/OC fic idea with Zuko turning good at the end of season 1...

OC if reborn from our world into ATLA, but isn't "aware" until she's 5 (it don't matter anyways, cause she "wakes up" when she's 5 in the ATLA world). Classified as an "Old Soul" by the Islanders that raise her.

Ends up as a waterbender. Why? Cause 1) why not? And 2) I want her to be a surfer from her first life.

Her first life as a surfer overlaps heavily with her new life that bits and pieces of the Avatar world gets lost, very few things stick. "Water Tribe? North Pole. Princess Yue. Moon... Koi fish? Fire Nation? Kuzon! Dragons dancing. Earth Kingdom? Bumi! Ba Sing Se... Someone with a name rhyming with Tough?"

Knows random shit and says it and no one really understands until later.

Chieftain of Kame Island.

Turtles everywhere... Yes, even turtle ducks. Very turtle friendly.

Magic Island. Only very few people can find it.

Firebenders, earthbenders and waterbenders live in harmony on Kame Island.

Very removed from the war.

OC is originally from Hawaii and a Lilo and Stitch fan.

Ends up Talk no Jutsu-ing Zuko during the North Pole raid.

Zuko actually stumbles upon Kame Island while searching for the Avatar before Kiyoshi island.

He and the crew stay there for a bit, and Zuko is befuddled by their culture and OC saying "Ohana".

Zuko finds out people from the three surviving nations are living in harmony on the island with the OC as their young leader and he's having a minor crisis.

Sees everyone work together to take down a large pirate ship that was dumping oil in Kame Island's waters (pirates did not make it... OC lives by the 3 strikes rule).

They end up saving a Sky Bison calf. It gets named Kiki.

OC travels with Zuko until the North Pole shit.

Ends up convincing Zuko that he's better than Ozai and cause he's still the Crown Prince, the navy is technically his to command when not on Fire Nation soil.

Lots of deprogramming brainwashed soldiers.

Zuko uses the painful memory of his father scarring him to win over his people, because Zuko fucking cares for them and he didn't want needless deaths before he got the scar, and he sure as hell doesn't want more now after watching the siege.

White Lotus spreads the story through the colonies and the poverty stricken areas of the Fire Nation that Prince Zuko is for the people and is Very Tired and wants Peace.

Iroh tells Zuko about Avatar Roku.

At one point Iroh introduces himself as Zuko's uncle to OC and she asks on which side. He says his father's side, and without missing a beat she tells Zuko he must've gotten his looks from his mom cause he has a very delicate look to him that is very attractive.

Zuko doesn't know what to do with this, and just points at his scar. The scar gives him a story and character, she says, but the ponytail is a no.

Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. Zuko ends up being a spy for Team Avatar cause he fakes the betrayal during Ba Sing Se... Azula has no idea.

Zuko @ Ozai during the Solar Eclipse: "Ohana means family, and family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten. You've never been my Ohana, because you've always left me behind! Uncle and the Avatar are my Ohana!"

Zuko learns fire dances and fire eating (maybe sword swallowing) from OC.

OC is chaotic and Toph loves her.

#Created while in a coffin #ATLA #atla au #fanfiction idea #prince zuko #atla zuko #zuko #zuko atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar: the last airbender #word vomit #long post #txt post #bulletin points #idk the idea just wont leave me alone #if this inspires you lmk

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noxmachinimafr · 4 months

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Zhu - Episode 2 - Additional scene

After the Minecraft interlude, it is time to come back a bit to 3D animation. It has been now a month since I uploaded the Prologue of Untold Tale of Pandaria. So far, I received great and positive feedback! I decided to implement an episode to explain a bit more about some characters' evolution before MoP. In particular, I want to show Zhu-en's admiration for his father, and also the way PTSD is progressively destroying Lord Han-zhu. It is a very soft but bittersweet scene that I hope people will enjoy. So, instead of starting the machinima with the three Bian-Lian dancers in the tavern, the story will start in the garden of the Zhu palace.

This first scene features three small koi fish. They represent the past, present, and future of the Zhu clan, especially Lord Han-zhu's fate. They all have their personalities. Happy is swimming peacefully; Broken tries to avoid the other fish; Healed is faster and tends to follow Broken, eventually chasing them away.

The big challenge of this scene is that the garden is highly rich in detail. (I watched the last Miyazaki just before starting the design... It might have influenced me!). There is a double skybox, grass with particles and brushstroke effects, and a lot of plants (I designed most of them, and I am especially proud because I am not good at drawing flowers! ^^').

Consequently, I have to render some cutscenes by layers and assemble everything like celluloid. This saves so much time at rendering, and I can polish much more animation per session (which is a substantial change for me, with the small amount of free time I do have!). The con is that the post-processing is a little bit more painful because this method then requires stitching everything frame by frame, much like traditional animation... O__O

I really enjoy working on this scene! And I cannot wait to get the whole episode assembled, because I think it will be a nice one. :D Regarding the whole project, I still have this fear and doubt in a corner of my head. I feel that what I am doing is not really Warcraft machinima, and never has been... The Zhu Pandaren clan harbors Japanese aesthetics. Pandarens are here depicted as being much more violent, and not that much in the peaceful side of the Chi. The story also treats dark topics, and it features characters that are not really pure white knights or devilish bad guys (except Garrosh, but he is shown as more narcissistic and paranoid than purely evil). I used to call my narrative style "Dark chocolate Fantasy": It is always sweet but with a punch of bitterness. Either you like it, or you don't.

But what matters is the journey! And I enjoy bringing my story to life! My OCs deserve it, and the learning path is so exciting.

#world of warcraft #pandaren #blender3d #3d animation #machinima #pandaria #my thougts #storytelling

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rather-read-then-love · 6 months

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This can be read as an -X Reader!- but its mainly a random person. My oc's belong to me, i have a tick tock so if you do find my account let me know. Please excuse the grammar mistakes.

Introduction

It was a usual day, the sun was out not a cloud in the sky. I had water the cults garden and woke up the younger members. It was peaceful and soon a sermon will be preformed by our lord.

Lord Koi, was very kind to us. He had saved me from having to be a prostitute, he had saved many of the members here. Truly he is amazing.

From young to old he helped and saved all of us.

I was sat in one of the booths in the building we meet in for the sermon. Lord Koi had soon went up to the front of the hall, his white short hair, his young face with little freckles on his skin and the upside-down heart earing on his right ear, his orange eyes bring attention to him.

All of the members including me stand and pay our respects, some bow, some pray, and some kneel. He then tells us to sit.

Lord Koi had started the sermon, addressing the problem of the vandalized bathrooms with profanity written on the stalls of the bathroom. The person that had done it had stood up, crying how sorry they were, they then took a knife from there pocket and slit there neck.

Lord Koi had not told them to do it.

The person had fell back into their seat and choked on their own blood, they had died.

We went on with the sermon. But soon Lord Koi's brother had burst through the doors of the hall.

"348! What are you doing here!"

Lord Koi had screamed at 348

348 had long brown hair, some of it covered the right side of is face, he was wearing a long sleeve shirt and some sweat pants, pink slippers complete the outfit.

"I got good news!" He yelled out excitedly

"Can it wait? Im doing something" lord Koi responded

348 rolled his eye and went outside the hall, doors closing behind him.

#my ocs #religion?#oc lore #oc's are he/him btw #obsession #cult #just for fun

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cathartidaestimblog · 10 months

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update 12/1/23!!: going through and reblogging lots of posts ive had saved for a while. most things will not be tagged. be careful !

info: - i try my best to trigger tag things that may affect people (tagged as simply [tag name], like #flashing) - i may spam reblog - let me know if i reblog the same thing multiple times, i dont like to have duplicates but i am forgetful :>

tagging system under the readmore (for myself mostly, but there is a list of potentially triggering tags that you can avoid if necessary ^^) (not fully accurate, i am constantly working on it :>)

my posts: cat speaks, cat stims, faves from saves ocs: ryuuto, nightstrike (a festival i invented for my oc world), toki, talos convian, kit, jason, ink aesthetics: angels, robotcore, fantasy, dark academia, lovecore, halloween, webcore, kittycore, petcore non-oc characters: hu tao, noelle (both genshin), binah (project moon)

type of post: stimboard, gifset, gif, video, audio, textpost, moodboard, long gifset, imageset, image (i also tag the number of gifs in a post, so #2 or #9 just refers to that ^^)

potential warning tags: flashing, eyestrain, glitch, fast, spinning, bright medical, medcore, gore, blood, needles (includes both sewing and medical), pills sharps, knives, weapons, swords bugs, insects, scorpions, spiders, snakes, moths, bees hands, people, eyes, hair horror, body horror, dolls, abandoned (i think thats the tag?) food, drinks, desserts, sweets, meat, chocolate, fake food crosses (like religious symbol crosses), alcohol, skulls, messy, smoking destruction, makeup destruction, cutting, carving, fire colors: rainbow, black, gray, silver, white, red, orange, gold, yellow, green, mint, teal, blue, lavender, purple, cream, tan, brown, pink

textures (?): bright, clear, dark, fur, glass, glow, holo, leather, lights, metal, metallic, paper, plastic, soft, warm, wood, squishy

studio ghibli: ghibli, ponyo, howls moving castle, totoro, soot sprites, calcifer, kikis delivery service, castle in the sky

video games: video games, minecraft, genshin, honkai star rail, pokemon, kirby

vocaloid (and similar): vocaloid, miku, luka, kaito, rin, len, meiko, teto, vflower, synth v, eleanor forte, ferry, eve, ghost and pals, team 6x111

sanrio: sanrio, cinnamoroll, pompompurin, hello kitty, my melody, kuromi

genshin: genshin, layla, diona, diluc, chongyun, xingqiu, tighnari, hu tao

pokemon: pokemon, vaporeon, sylveon, snom, lurantis, mimikyu, rowlet, polteageist, jolteon, pikachu, gengar, raichu, oshawott, tandemaus, sobble, silvally, furret, clodsire, galarian ponyta

unsorted fandoms: loz, mario, rosalina, cheshire cat, animal crossing, honkai star rail, silver wolf, stardew valley

nature: trees, outdoors, rain, storm, sky, clouds, water, ocean, snow, flowers, grass, ice, moss, leaves, sunset, night, frost, rocks, plants, winter

animals: cats, calico, tigers dogs, german shepherds, shiba inu, pitbulls, foxes birds, corvids, crows, ravens, blue jays, owls, barn owls, woodpeckers, geese, canada geese, macaws, ducks, muscovy ducks, penguins, puffins, mallard ducks, seagulls, doves, magpies moths, atlas moths, cecropia moths, death's head hawkmoths, luna moths, rosy maple moths bears, pandas, polar bears fish, koi, goldfish goats, deer, cows, bunnies, mice, opossums, hyenas, snakes

people (?): people, hands, tattoos, hair, eyes, makeup fursuits, handpaws, scalemail fashion, clothing, shoes, jewelry, gloves, rings, corsets, dresses, ties, earrings, flannel, skirts

food: food, cakes, cookies, pancakes, waffles, chocolate, berries, strawberries, peaches, whipped cream, desserts, sweets, fake food, marshmallows, fruits, candy, bread, peanut butter, cupcakes, oreos, cotton candy, meat

drinks: drinks, milk, coffee, boba, taro, tea, hot chocolate, milkshakes, soda, ramune

art: drawing, inking, paint, painting, paint mixing, sewing, brushing, brushes, sculptures, architecture, pens, pencils, writing, paper

slime: slime poking, slime stretching, slime squishing, slime pouring clear slime, cloud slime, floam slime, water slime, clay slime (also used for clay cracking)

technology: keyboards, typing, pc, controllers, tech, mech, machinery, machinery, gears, typewriters

fidgets and stimming: fidget toys, fidget spinners, fidget cubes, fidget tangles, body stims

other: city, streetlamps, anime, indoors, character i dont know, xenogenders, figurines, bandaids, powder, carousel, buttons (includes both sewing buttons and mechanical pressing buttons), hearts, golden hour, sparks, books, coins, swords, crystals, tarot, dice, mothman, bath bombs, chains, lava lamps, plague doctors, digital, melting, forging

#textpost #tags #tagging system #info #long post #cat speaks

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scrambleart · 4 years

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MerMay and Sexy Saturday continue!

My S.O. requested a Koi mermaid, so I went for it. I tried finding a balance of beautiful and serene, but still kinda sexy, and here we are! Now to run my poor wrist under some hot water...

#artists on tumblr #digital art #oc art #ocs #sexy saturday #sexy art #mermay2020 #mermay #mermaid #koi #koi fish #something more elegant for a change #god save my fucking wrist #just give me a robot hand #scrambleart

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ktheist · 3 years

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life is yours

muses. professor!fiancee!namjoon x reader x fiancee’s friend!past life husband! expecting father!yoongi

genre. reincarnation au. college au. pregnancy au.

word. 1.7k

you loved min yoongi, you’d die for him.

and died for him you did. when the traitors came for your king, you’d leaped in front of him and took a swing of the treacherous sword. history books portrayed him as the king who went mad. the king who slayed hundreds of lives in one night and ruled for fifty more years as a tyrant.

what are histories if not painted with a tragic romance?

they said it was because of you he went mad. because he lost his queen, his breath.

a few hundred years later, he’d found her again. at the age of twenty-seven and you, twenty-two.

his girlfriend was pregnant with his baby and you were professor kim namjoon’s student-turned-fiance.

“it’s funny, you know,” you took a whiff of the cigarette and breathe out through your mouth, “we can walk out of our current relationships and ruin everyone’s perception of us, or we can just lead the life we’re living like we didn’t remember anything.”

yoongi squints his eyes as he stares up at the sun. lips tucked downwards, as though telling the universe that after one lifetime too many, he’s unimpressed.

“or we could just run away,” he recalls the flames of the torches of that night - not as bright as today’s sun but just as mocking, “forget about everything and run away.”

“you make it sound so easy,” a laugh escapes your smoke kissed lips, “it’s not as if the people we’ve known and loved are fake, faceless puppets.”

this life is just as real.

though it would’ve gone much different if you’d met each other sooner.

yoongi taps the pointed corner of the invitation card on his palm. it tickles but it’s nothing compared to the burning sensation as he held onto the handle of the sword despite it grazing his flesh.

“how far along is she?” his girlfriend, you mean.

walking into namjoon’s office - the office you’d snuck into a few times too many but felt utterly alien - you saw the porcelain, snow-kissed complexion of your king. all at once, the memories hit you like a rain of shards.

and in each, individual shard, you see the images of your first step, first drawing, first embroidery and the first time you met yoongi. an arrogant boy whom you pushed into the koi pond.

the same boy who smirked at you the whole time during your engagement ceremony while you squirmed in your seat, scheming a runway and an apology at the same time.

and the man who strutted into the room, plopped on the left side of the bed and bade you good night on your first night as a married couple.

it was until three months later, that you trapped him under you and confronted him about it.

you thought yoongi, the crown prince turned king, had a lover. but he loved you too much to hurt you. they said you’re supposed to bleed on your first time. you laughed until your stomach hurt because you were happy beyond words that your husband was abstaining himself for you and not going around fucking a lover behind your back.

not even a year later, you caressed your stomach and giggled to yourself, thinking about yoongi’s stone cold expression turning pink and speechless. that night, the rebellion happened.

your last memories was of him holding you in his arms and calling out your name.

in this lifetime, your first memory of him is watching him smile a familiar smile that screamed awkwardness as namjoon relayed their youthful tales.

that was, until he got to the part where yoongi’s about to be a father.

all of a sudden, there’s a knot in your stomach. it twists and tightens until you feel like you’re going to puke if you didn’t excuse yourself, saying something about calling your mom that you’d be having dinner with namjoon and letting the two men catch up.

“ten weeks. we’re ten weeks pregnant,” he sucks in a deep, agonized breath - and from the way he’s gazing up at the sky with his hands on his hips, you don’t think he meant to hide his afflictions.

the way he refers to himself and her as ‘we’ makes that knot all the more painful.

“i was a seven weeks pregnant,” you smile softly to yourself, gazing down at your stomach as if you could feel your baby from your previous lifetime.

you shouldn’t have said it.

should’ve just kept quiet.

but-

“they told me you were eight weeks in,” the soft, breathless tone that comes from yoongi is what makes your heart beat again.

as if you’d come to life. as if min ___, the queen of joseon had come back to tell her king the one thing she wished to say. the one thing she wished for.

a family.

“taeyang. i was going to name him taeyang because he was going to be the sun of the dynasty and bring peace to the nation,” you laugh and it’s the choked up sound that you make that makes you realize you’re on the verge of crying.

“never thought i’d be talking about histories and dynasties with anyone - i hate history,” the confession slips out of you like you’re talking with an old friend. someone you trust wholeheartedly. someone you know you can confide in.

yoongi was your friend, your lover, your king.

“come with me. i have a savings account, we can start anew somewhere, we can have what we couldn’t have back then.” he turns to you and looks at you in the eye.

“what about your baby?” you ask because you know it’s meant for his future family.

“i’ll send child support every month,” he says.

“your parents?” you ask because his mother was a concubine and the king barely remembered his name out of the names of his many children.

in this lifetime, from the way namjoon candidly told the story, you know they love their eldest son as much as he loves them.

“they’ll adore you,” he says.

“no one’s gonna love a homewr- ah,” you hiss, dropping the cigarette that was trapped between your fingers until it burned your skin.

“___,” a familiar, deep but less gravelly tone reverberates against the walls as namjoon comes jogging at you like you’re a kid who just bruised her knee.

you study his face and yoongi’s eyes burn holes in your head.

from the way he meets your gaze and gives you ‘your fingers almost got burned and you’re looking at me?’ you think it’s safe to say that he didn’t hear what you were saying.

“i’m fine, i just burned my fingers because i got too engulfed in yoongi’s stories about how you two met,” you laugh at how namjoon’s inspecting your fingers more attentively than a doctor would.

“another reason to include in the long list of reasons not to smoke,” your finacee chides.

“that was my last,” you announce in a higher pitch than your usual voice - and that’s how namjoon knows you’re half-joking, even when you- “i promise.”

“anyways,” you place the injured hand on his chest to distract him - the way yoongi’s jaw tighten doesn’t go past you, “i talked to my dad because apparently my mom was cooking and couldn’t come to the phone and he said to tell you to bring me back before curfew.”

it’s the way namjoon freezes underneath your touch, his eyes blinking once and his soul retreating far back into his subconscious that makes you giggle.

“i’m kidding.”

only then, does he breathe again.

“my mom wasn’t cooking, she was watching her favorite show,” you say again.

it takes a split second for namjoon to put two and two together and tenses up again. as if he feels your father’s hardened gaze behind him. your father didn’t take it too well when you introduced your professor as your boyfriend who proposed to you a week before.

“it was nice meeting you, yoongi, we look forward to see you at our wedding,” you extend a hand, the playful smile reserved for namjoon, now directed at your king.

the king whom you died for. and the king who you’re telling to live his life, as you’ll live yours.

“wouldn’t miss my best friend’s wedding for the world,” he smiles, his hand grasping yours and you thought you’re going to combust from the electrifying sensation that runs through your veins.

but it’s only short-lived.

you pull your hand away and he summons his back to his side.

he turns to namjoon and gives him a pat on his shoulder, congratulating him again but this time, with a lingering stare before walking past the two of you and towards the parking lot.

“professor, i’ll get my purse from your office and we’ll be good to go.” you say absently before skipping to the opposite direction of where yoongi was headed.

with each step you take, you hear your heart breaking. just like the pieces of your memories that rains down like shards of glass.

you wonder if you’ll make it through this life without dying of a broken heart.

“i thought we fixed that?” namjoon murmurs behind you, just as you sling the strap of your purse over your shoulder.

“hm?” you turn to the man leaning against the doorframe, observing you with a crease between his brows.

“you called me professor again,” namjoon mumbles almost as if he’s sulking.

and your heart warms at the tender sight of a grown man acting like a child. you’re reminded of the reason you fell for kim namjoon. his gentle nature was the opposite of yours yet he laughed at your jokes like he laughed off your flirtatious advancements.

he told you he saw you as a student and lent you his scarf when he saw you shaking in the cold while waiting for your uber. the next time he saw you, at 11 pm before the library closes, he offered to drive you home even though his was in the opposite direction from yours.

“namjoon,” you say his name, a smile tucked on your lips as you wrap your arms around his waist and his arm that had been crossed over his chest instantly makes it way around you, “thank you.”

“for what?” his eyes light up like a christmas tree, dimple digging into his cheek.

“for choosing me,” you stand on the tip of your toes and he meets you halfway for the kiss.

and you loved min yoongi, you died for him.

you love kim namjoon, you choose to live the rest of your life with him.

note. so like, the title - technically, it’s like oc saying “my life is yours” to both yoongi and namjoon but in different lifetimes :D

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bloody-peach · 2 years

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Voyeur (FNAF: SB - David [OC] x Peach [OC] smut)

(Above art by @fatgumsupremacy)

Author’s Notes: Ok, so my bestie Festen and I have been doing a thing where we ship our FNAF OCs together in a poly relationship and I decided to make several fics and add them to my upcoming comic series. This fic is the first in what will be many (depending on how many ideas I have). This first one includes one of Festen’s OCs, David, who is pictured above, and my OC, Peach.

Goody Bag: Fluff, some angst, voyeurism, f masturbation, nudity, grinding, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, pet names, Spanish pet names (best to use google translate if you don’t know), groping, creampie, cursing (I’ll add more if I think of any)

Taglist: @fatgumsupremacy @koi-fish69 @deleteddewewted @omniuravity (the last few, I’m not sure you’ll enjoy it, I just didn’t want Festen to be lonely)

Now Playing (what I listened to while writing this): Solar Fake - Your Hell Is Here (Acoustic) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ijSbq2nUVvs [It just fit for some reason. Probably because of the angst and fluff]

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Peach had known David for quite a while since they lived in the same apartment complex, right next to each other in fact. The day she moved to the complex was when they met, he saw her moving stuff in all by herself, so he helped her out. When Peach first saw him, she couldn't help but get flustered over this cute guy helping her out who just so happened to be her next door neighbor. While he could be kind of a jerk, she knew it wasn't out of malice. Dude was just snarky and playful about it, nothing wrong with that, she figured.

Turns out they both worked at the Pizza Plex in town; he ran the raceway while she was Sun and Moon’s caretaker. When either of them had time, they would visit one another, and at home, they hung out and she even met his two other friends, Marcus and Cornell. As time went on, Peach realized she started to develop a crush on David, which soon turned to love, but she believed that he didn’t feel the same way, so she kept her feelings quiet and tried not to act differently around him.

But one night changed it all.

It was a dark and rainy night, the lights from the cars on the road and nearby buildings making the wet roads shine. Peach had come back from work, completely soaked from the rain, from her head to her toes. She got her mail as she called herself an idiot for not bringing an umbrella to work, and she noticed that David hadn’t gotten his mail yet. ‘Might as well bring his up while I’m getting mine,’ she thought.

She grabbed both mail piles and after she dropped hers off at her place, she went towards his. She knew he was home, since she saw his car in the parking lot, so she knocked on the door, saying, “Hey, Dave? It’s me, Peach. You there?” Nothing. ‘Maybe he’s sleeping. I’ll just slide it under the door then.” She bent down and noticed that the space under the door wasn’t big enough. She tried doing it one by one, but they wouldn’t even go through the slit. ‘Shit,’ she thought. She tried to figure out what to do, because if she held onto his mail, he’d probably see her as some obsessed stalker and then she had an idea pop in. ‘Ok, maybe by some chance, he left his door open. I can secretly leave it on the counter and leave. And if that doesn’t work, I’m fucked.’

So she slowly reached for the doorknob and once she grabbed it, she slowly turned it, and was surprised to see that it was unlocked. She slowly opened the door and peeked inside. “Uhm...D...Dave..? I..It’s just me..” No response. The place was dark, save for a lamp in the corner of the living room and a light above the kitchen sink. She tiptoed into the apartment and carefully put the mail on the kitchen counter. It was then that she heard water running. She turned towards the sound and saw that there was a light and slight steam coming from his bathroom, the door cracked open a sliver. Oh, he was....showering...

Peach felt the intense urge to go for a closer look, but she already knew she was risking a lot just being in his place without him knowing. But her curiosity and her hormones got the better of her, so she gulped and thought, ‘Ok, just a tiny peek, and then we leave. He won’t even notice.’ She slowly crept to the door and peeked through it, and almost lost it.

The showers in the complex were the sliding glass type but they were straight plate glass, not the usual warped wavy type of glass, so you could see everything and more. Peach could see the soap suds drip down David’s tan and lean body. He had a nice slight-muscular build and he was a bit hairier than other men of his body type. She watched as the water and soap suds slid down his body and over his tattoos.

She instantly felt her pussy starting to twitch; she was definitely turned on by this. She tried to fight it, but she just couldn’t look away from David’s nude body. To her, it was almost like looking at a God from Olympus. Before she knew it, she had her hand down her pants, gently rubbing her throbbing clit. She had the ability to stay completely silent whenever she masturbated, to keep David from hearing her at night whenever she got aroused. She felt her face grow hot and her pussy needing more, so she slid a finger inside, and fought not to moan as she kept watching. She felt so embarrassed that she was doing this inside his apartment while watching him shower, a peeping tom, but she couldn’t help herself.

She then saw him reach lower towards his groin and start to wash his privates, his cock starting to grow hard from the interaction. Peach was gobsmacked at the size of it as she felt her mouth start to water and she stuck a second finger inside her. God, it had to be 6 1/2 inches, she thought, and good lord was it thick and veiny. When he was finished and rinsed the soap off, she then saw that he had a Jacob’s Ladder piercing underneath, going down the length of his cock.

Peach mindlessly inched a bit closer, but that caused her to slip on her wet socks and fall forward. She pulled her hand out of her pants to try to catch herself, but she fell through the door, her head hitting the sink and landing hard on the floor with a loud THUMP! “OW!” She yelled, which was followed by a familiar voice exclaiming, “Peach!” The shower door slammed open and David rushed out and went to Peach. “Are you okay?” Peach got up and rubbed where she hit her head, groaning and squeezing her eyes closed to keep tears from coming out. David took her wrist to look at the spot she was rubbing, and he said, “Mierda. That's gonna leave a mark. Hm, doesn’t look like anything but a bruise.” Peach then opened her eyes and raised her head, seeing that David was in front of her, kneeling down, completely naked.

She was caught.

As a heavy blush grew on her face, she quickly stood up straight and said all in one breath, “I’msosorryimeanttoleaveyourmailherebutigotdistractedandsawyoulikethisireallyshouldstoptalkingokayi’mgonnagonowlet’spretendthisneverhappenedandpretendiwasneverhereBYE!!” She quickly turned and started to bolt. “Hold it, mirona.” Dave grabbed her, wrapped his arms around her, and pinned her back to his chest, preventing any means of escape. Peach froze, shut her eyes tight, and silently prepared for death, but he didn’t say a word. She noticed that he wasn’t doing anything. His grip wasn't that tight either, just holding her close, like...he was hugging her. The silence was torturing Peach, but all she could say was, “P...P...Please don’t be mad...” “I’m not mad, Peach.” This caused her to open her eyes and ask, “Y..You’re not?” “No, I’m not. It’s just you. We’re friends, remember?”

Those words felt like a stab in the chest to her. She didn’t even hear him say, “I’m just glad you’re okay.” All she could focus on was the word ‘friend’. She dreaded hearing that word come from his mouth when he referred to her. That word meant that she would never mean anything more to him than that, just a friend. She felt her heart shatter in her chest as tears started flowing down her face. She tried to hold her cries in, but a few sniffles escaped, drawing David’s attention. “Are you crying?” “No..” “Don't lie to me. Listen to yourself. You’re crying. Why?” She yanked herself away from his hold and just stood there, her hands gripping onto her drenched pants. “Not like you’d care...” “Of course I'd care. I told you, we’re friends.” “Yeah.....just friends....only friends...” “The hell’s that supposed to mean? You got a problem with that?” “No..it’s just...” Peach couldn’t finish the sentence as more tears fell from her eyes, causing her to rub her eyes with her sleeve, but the rain water along with more tears got her face wet again.

After that, David put a towel around him, and grabbed her arm. “Come on, you’re soaked. We gotta get those off of ya before ya get sick.” Peach was confused as he turned her around to face him and started wiping her tears away. “And quit crying. I hate when you do that.” Before she could react, he pulled her out of the bathroom and towards the living area, throwing her onto the couch and pulling her shirt off. He was like a parent getting their kid's muddy clothes off, focused on the task at hand and not even saying a word. “H-Hey! W-What are you doi-? Hold it-!” was all Peach could say, but David had the upper hand, pulling her pants down and off her ankles, throwing them to the side. She was left in her bra and panties, but they ended up soaked too, so he started pulling them off. “Whoa, wait a min-! Wha-?!” When he took the panties off, he saw the pink winged heart tattoo on her belly and commented, “Cute tattoo you got there.” That left Peach blushing and frozen in shyness that she didn’t even realize that she was completely nude. After that, he grabbed her arm and brought her to the counter top, brushing the mail off it and onto the floor, then lifting Peach up to sit on the counter top in front of him. She tried to escape, but he put himself between her legs and held her arms down, preventing any escape.

“Let me go!” “Not until you tell me what's going on with you.” Peach still struggled to get out of his grasp, but he wouldn’t budge. Peach started to cry again, pleading, “Please don’t make me do this...” “And what’s with the crying? You’re not hurt that bad, are you? Did something happen?” Peach kept crying, clearly scared of being put in this position. David sighed and said calmly, “Hey, hey.” He put his hand on her cheek, lifting it up to look at him, and wiping a tear away with his thumb. She saw that he had a softer expression on his face. “I said, I’m not mad at you. You're starting to make me worry. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

Peach knew that there was no choice: She had to come clean. She put her head down and said demurely, “You called me your friend...” “Yeah, so? You don’t wanna be?” “It's not like that, it’s just that...I....I...” She then rested her head on his chest, eyes all out of tears, and said, “I love you... I’ve felt this way for a long time...I...I want to be more than friends with you...but when you called me your friend, it solidified my place in your life, as nothing more than a friend. That’s why I was crying...” While she did feel better having that off her chest, she was mentally preparing herself for rejection, emotionally shutting herself down.

David put a hand on top of her head, saying, “You know how long I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that?”

Peach came back from her shutdown mode and raised her head, asking, “What..?” David looked at her and said, “A month. I’ve been waiting for a whole damn month. Took you long enough.” “What do you mean..?” He groaned and said, “Cabrona.”

He pulled her head towards him and their lips met.

Peach was blindsided by this. Was she dreaming? She had to have been. There’s no way that Dave could be kissing her right now. But the feeling of his lips on hers and his tongue roaming her mouth made her realize she wasn’t dreaming. This was real.

She put her arms around him and kissed him back, small moans escaping her mouth and entering his. This caused him to put both his hands on her hips and pull her closer to him, her crotch grinding against the towel, his fingers slightly digging into her skin. He broke the kiss, their breaths hot and heavy, and said, “I think I know why you spied on me.” “You do..?” It was then that he dropped the towel entirely, revealing that his cock was rock hard. He gripped the base and let his cock rest on Peach’s groin and belly, the tip reaching her tattoo. “You just wanted this, didn’t you?” He asked softly, a smirk on his face.

Peach’s face grew hot and she could feel her heart race, along with her lower half tensing up and her pussy starting to twitch. His cock felt so hot against her cool body, and she could feel the metal from the Jacob’s Ladder pressing onto her skin. She felt shy about it, having to turn away before saying, ”..Probably..” He put his lips against her neck and brought his hand up to grope one of her breasts, causing her to gasp softly from the sudden warmth. “If you wanted me to fuck you, you could’ve just asked, babe. Didn’t have to cry about it.” “I..wanted to...but I didn’t think you’d feel the same way...” “And this is what you get for assuming.” He then started to pinch and pull on her hardened nipple, causing her to whimper. Her nipples were very sensitive, so this caused shocks of pain to shoot through her breast. “Ah! I..I’m sorry! Please..I..I want..” “You want what, babe? I might just give it to you.” he asked with his lips brushing against her neck as he started kneading her nipple. “I...I want you...Please....please fuck me..” “Can do.”

He let go of her nipple and brought her face back to his, kissing her deep as he put his hands on her ass, holding her close and lifting her up, taking her to the bedroom and laying her on the bed. Once he was on top of her, his hands started roaming her entire body as he started to kiss down her neck and collarbone. Peach’s body felt like it was on fire with each touch from David. Each moan David heard from her drove him insane to the point of wanting to just stick it in her already, but he knew he had to slow down for her sake. His mouth and hands soon reached her breasts, as he licked and sucked and gently bit on one nipple, while kneading and pinching the other. Peach could feel the gap in his teeth graze along her sensitive nipple. Soon, he started to kiss down her belly and above her groin until he lifted her hips to bring her pussy up closer. He marveled at how completely smooth she kept the area, almost like she shaved it just for him.

He chuckled as he said, "Damn babe, you're soaked." Peach got shy and said, "Please..D..Don't stare so much.." "Alright, I'll do this instead." He then gave her pussy a slow gentle lick to get a taste of her, making her let out a shuddering gasp. He realized that she tasted very sweet, like a fruit that he couldn't pin down the name of. All he knew was that he loved it and wanted more. He put his mouth over her pussy and started licking as much as he could, causing Peach to moan and squirm a bit. "Ahh! D-David, not there! I'm-! Hahh! David, I want you now!!" David just kept at it, his tongue deep in her cavern, getting as much of her juice as he could. There was so much of it, that it started to drip from his chin. He then lifted his face away, a small string of juice connecting her pussy and his mouth for a brief moment.

He climbed up so he was looking her in the eyes and said, "You really live up to your name, durazno." Peach blushed red and had to look away because she was too shy. "I’m not that good...” “Of course you are. You're irresistible, babe." Peach turned to face him, but was met with him kissing her deeply. She kissed him back, moaning as he soon reached his hand down and slid two fingers into her pussy, moving them in and out. After a bit, he broke the kiss and asked, "You like your taste?" He brought his soaked fingers up to his face and Peach could only watch as he put them into his mouth to clean them, one by one.

After that, he pulled back and grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed the length against her lower lips, the piercing brushing against her clit and the tip dribbling pre-cum. Peach couldn't help but ask, "D..David...d..doesn't that hurt..?" He figured out she was referring to the piercing rubbing on her and he smiled. He found it so sweet that she was worried about him. "No, it feels amazing. Here, I'll show you." With that, he started to push the head against her opening until it broke through and his cock slid in with ease, causing Peach to moan out. David bit his lip as he bottomed out, loving how tight she felt. "Ahh fuck.." he whispered.

Peach was grabbing the sheets tightly, her body riddled with pleasure. David then started to move slowly, causing Peach to moan softly. He really wanted to start pounding her, but he wanted this to last as long as possible, just enjoying the feeling of Peach's walls gripping onto his cock. He bent down to face Peach and he asked, "How's it feel, baby girl..? Does it feel good..?" Peach responded, "Y..Yes..it..it feels so good..ohh god.." Peach reached out and hugged David, his head over her shoulder and her hand on the back of his head, fingers going through his hair. "More...please...fuck me more..." she said softly. It didn't take long for him to oblige, increasing his speed. As he listened to Peach's moans for him, he wondered why in the hell he waited so long for this. He should've just asked her out first so they could've done this sooner.

He then held Peach and sat up, letting her sit in his lap, which caused her to bring her head back and moan as his cock hit a spot deep inside. She instantly started to move her hips and ride him, which made David smile. He must've turned her on something fierce, he thought. "Tell me how you're feeling, doll," he whispered in her ear. "I..it's in so deep...s..so big...I..I can hardly think anymore..!" "No need to, mi alma. Just let go and let me make you feel good." He laid her back down and grabbed her hips, controlling how deep and how hard he went. He couldn't help but say, "mmm..that's it..take it, take it all...ah, fuck yeah..."

Both of them were in pure bliss as it went on. At one point, David had Peach in his lap, facing away from him and he held her breasts as she rode him, the piercing rubbing against spots Peach didn't even know she had. "You're clamping onto me so tight...glad to see my little plan got you so hot.." "P..plan..?" "Oh yeah..I had the whole thing set up. The unlocked door, the bathroom door being open, it was all just to pull you in..did you like the show?" He pinched on one of her nipples to get a response. "Y..yes..! I..I did!" "Yeah, I could tell..I could see you the whole time..how about next time, you just come in and join me? Would you like that? Yeah?" "Y..Yes..! I..I'd love it..! I..I'm gonna cum..!" "Okay, I'll let you cum. But on one condition. From now on, you'll be mine. Anytime you want me, just ask and I'll fuck that little pussy of yours into oblivion." "O..Okay! I'll be yours! Just please let me cum..! I want you to cum in me..!" "Okay, princesa."

He then reached down and rubbed Peach's clit, which drove her over the edge and caused an earth-shattering orgasm. As her orgasm crashed over her, she could feel David's hot cum fill her up. Once they both finished, he laid her down and marveled at the mess they made until he flopped next to her, both of them panting from exhaustion. After a minute, they looked at each other, smiled, and held hands, letting the afterglow set in. Peach let out a breathy, "I love you." "I love you too," he said. After the whole ride, they were left with sweat all over their bodies and strands of cum where they were connected.

Guess another shower was in order.

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#fnaf oc #oc smut #oc x oc #oc x oc ship #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach

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smoll-tangerine · 3 years

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you’re my wonderwall: nine

SYNOPSIS. maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me. after all, you’re my wonderwall.

PAIRING. jaehhyun x oc/reader GENRES. romance, slow burn, ANGST, bittersweet, friendship, coming of age, drama, college!au, enemies-to-lovers!au CHAPTER WORD COUNT. 3321

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CHAPTER NINE: THE MAGIC CARPET

“Mark, you’ve got to be kidding me,” I said with a small groan as my cousin just finished adding his touch to our painting.

One of our classes required us to collaborate with each other on a painting in a team of two. Our teacher thought it would be a nice idea to make the students work with each other to learn more about our classmates and our different painting styles. The goal of the project was to figure out a way to make those different painting styles work with one another to reflect our chemistry with each other. Or something of the sort. I stopped paying attention the second the professor mentioned that this was a group project. I thought that it would be much easier for me to work on this project alone, but our teacher insisted. Thus, Mark was my first, last, and the only choice for a project partner, even if our painting style was largely different.

But wasn’t that the point of the project, anyway?

“What?” Mark frowned as he stared at the second flower he just added to the art piece. Knowing his laid-back personality, he must have thought that adding the second flower was necessary because there was a small blank space.

I sighed through my nose, suddenly feeling the exhaustion hit me. “I thought we’ve already decided that the two koi fishes are the main point of the painting and that we’re only going to draw a single water lily?” I pointed at the orange flower Mark just drew. “The orange you’ve mixed is too flashy and stands out too much. It doesn’t blend well with the rest and takes the attention away from our painting’s main focus.”

I then winced at how cutthroat I sounded. It was an assignment that counted for barely 5% of our final grade, and yet I was so strict about it. I immediately apologized to him. “Sorry, just ignore what-”

“No!” Mark exclaimed with a shake of his head. “I mean, don’t apologize? You’re a perfectionist and it wouldn’t be your first time telling me off. If anything, your critiques are what’s saving our project, at the moment.”

My nose scrunched in response. “You’re exaggerating. And yes, I should apologize because you didn’t deserve to be yelled at.”

Mark rolled his eyes. “Chill, you barely raised your voice.” He then took the paintbrush and dipped it in the white and then the beige acrylic paint, before adding a few streaks on the flower he previously painted, giving it a softer look. After, he followed with a few hints of light turquoise and yellow to blend the plant more with the rest of the painting. “How about this?”

“Awesome!” I grinned happily with an approving nod and gave him a high-five before grabbing a paintbrush with a pointed-round bristle. I then dipped it in the white acrylic and at the bottom right—just in the corner—I painted my name elegantly, before passing it to Mark, who did the same.

“If we’re not getting full marks for this, I’m giving up on that scholarship.” Mark made a face while putting the brush into the small plastic jar.

I rolled my eyes once again. “I thought I was the one who wanted that scholarship?”

But Mark was right. Our work was good. Too good to not receive full marks. I would truly be disheartened if our project didn’t help either of us get that scholarship we had been eyeing since the beginning of the year. But I tried to remind myself that not getting that scholarship wouldn’t be the end of the world and that there were still many more opportunities.

Keyword: tried.

“And you may just get it if you continue like this!” a voice behind us said joyfully.

We both turned around automatically in surprise, not expecting anyone to barge into our little studio room.

“Mrs. Nam!” we exclaimed, ecstatic to see our painting teacher who was responsible for the project we were currently working on.

I cocked an inquisitive eyebrow at Mark who mirrored my expression. Our professor seemed like she had great news for us, judging from her expression and voice. Or perhaps the opposite. Mrs. Nam had always been good at hiding her true thoughts.

“Before I give you the good news,” she said as she eyed our painting up-and-down, and I could tell that Mark was slightly getting sweaty from how he kept wiping his palms against his jeans. “Who came up with the idea?”

Mark’s eyes shifted back and forth nervously, perhaps wondering if our professor was asking a trick question. In the end, Mark pointed his finger at me. Mrs. Nam raised a brow at me following Mark’s action, and then commented, “The colours you’ve chosen for the koi fishes... Not as colourful as the ones in real life, huh?”

I nodded with a small smile, ignoring the confused yet curious look that Mark was giving me, and quickly changed the subject. Mrs. Nam had always been someone perceptive, but I would have never thought she would be able to guess what were my true thoughts behind the fishes’ colours. But perhaps I was the one who was too easy to read.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Mrs. Nam, but what are the good news you were about to give us?”

The older woman was a busy person. So, what was the news she wanted to tell us that she went out of her way to visit us in the studio instead of asking us to come by her office? Mrs. Bam raised her chin at me with a skeptical smile before handing me a big manila-coloured envelope. My brows furrowed in confusion as I hesitantly accepted the envelope. I took my time with it as I took out the content from the envelope and read it silently before my eyes widened in shock.

I read it again, just to make sure that I was not dreaming. Did I read that correctly? Was Mrs. Nam playing a prank on me?

I looked back at her with a dazed expression to which stifled a small giggle at my face. Meanwhile, Mark must have been impatiently waiting for me to reveal just what exactly did I receive. He didn’t even bother waiting for me to tell him before he carefully snatched the papers away from my hands and his eyes quickly scanned the contents.

Mark’s eyes also widened slightly in surprise before engulfing me in a big hug. “Dude!” he exclaimed. “You won! You won first place!” He then pulled away from me with a small frown. “You know that you can express happy you are, right?”

I pushed him away in fake disgust. “I am happy, you doofus.”

I was never really one to express my feelings so openly, nor was I one to show them on my face as I was always taught to hide them. But I did feel joyful and amazed, all at the same time. The sense of achievement and pride overwhelmed my whole body. And if it weren’t for Mark holding me up a little, my legs would have given out instantly. But that small regret of attending this school was slowly being chipped away thanks to this announcement.

Nothing was in vain—my plan was still in motion. At first, I was hesitant about joining this art contest, but Mrs. Nam convinced me otherwise. And I was glad that she did because winning this contest allowed me to become more known, thus upgrading my chances of obtaining sponsors when I graduate.

Things were finally going my way.

“Not only that, your painting is going to be showcased at the National Museum of Contemporary and Modern Art until the end of the next contest they are going to hold!” Mrs. Nam added excitedly while I still couldn’t believe my eyes and ears.

This was just one step closer to my dreams.

To my future…

…and away from my step-father.

“Dude, I still can’t believe that you won that contest!” Mark exclaimed as he slung his arm around my shoulders as we were heading to our meeting room. “And even though I should be mad at you for not telling me any of this, but goddamn, I am just so proud of you!”

I let out a warm chuckle at his words right before opening the door to the room. “Thanks, Mark, it means a lot.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Kun greeted us with a big grin. “I could hear our dear President’s laugh even though the door’s closed.”

I cringed at his words and shook my head. Meanwhile, I greeted the other council members. I didn’t even have the opportunity to open my mouth when Mark tried to shrug casually with a nonchalant face as he said, "Oh, nothing much, really." I raised a curious brow at him as his small façade immediately crumbling down as he practically shouted, “Except for the fact that she won first place at one of the most important and famous art contests ever!”

“What?” Sicheng literally jumped off from his seat with an excited, shocked and happy expression plastered on his face. He was the only one who knew about my participation in the contest. “Congratulations!” Sicheng said as he gave me a huge hug and ruffled my hair from the back. “I’m so happy for you.”

Sicheng had always been so supportive of me and my passion for painting, which is why he was the only one who knew of my participation. I couldn’t bear telling the others, knowing that I would be crushed by not only the pressure but also by my own disappointment if ever I fail to meet their expectations. In all honesty, Sicheng was the only one with who I felt comfortable enough to share the news. Because I knew that he would be the last one who would ever feel disappointed or discouraged.

With him, I didn’t have to keep up this façade - this image that everyone had built of me.

I wasn’t the prodigy painter in his eyes.

I was only me.

“Thanks, Sicheng,” I told him as I hugged him back tightly. “I couldn’t have done this without you, you know?”

To my relief, Eunbin seemed to have gotten over her little outburst. She genuinely looked happy for me and was about to head my way for a hug. The word “congratulations” barely left her lips when Jaehyun cut in front of her and gave me a small peck on the cheek. I gasped at his actions and my hand slowly went up to my cheek, my face showing utter disbelief at his sudden action as he simply said, “Congratulations.”

I barely registered his word and actions when Eunbin scoffed loudly and stormed out of the meeting room, startling everyone. The others looked at me in worry, and then Jaehyun. They were probably aware of Eunbin’s feelings for Jaehyun, and maybe Jaehyun’s nonsensical temporary crush on me, which would explain why they were not as surprised as I thought they would be by Eunbin’s small outburst. They probably remained silent because they didn’t want to worsen the situation.

I sighed tiredly. “I’ll handle this. Be right back.”

I exited the meeting room and then ran after my friend. I finally caught up to Eunbin when I saw her leaning against the wall with her head held up high and her eyes closed. I took slow steady steps towards Eunbin, a tad afraid that anything I did would provoke her. I copied her position as I stood on the opposite side of the hallway, wondering just how should I confront her about this even though I said I was going to handle this.

“Why did you leave so abruptly?” I asked. “The meeting was about to start.”

Perhaps feigning ignorance was not the best move. But, I felt like at this point, no matter what I did, Eunbin would always take it in the wrong way. If I were to pretend to be innocent, it would justify her anger against me.

Eunbin ended up rolling her eyes with a small scoff at my words.

“Really? Is that really what you wanted to tell me after running after me?”

The tone of her voice hit something in me. Something similar to annoyance started to bubble inside of me, threatening to overspill. I’ve always thought of myself as an understanding friend, even if others might digress. But because it had always been hard for me to make friends, I tend to go out of my way to please them, to ensure that whatever I did wouldn’t bother them. However, it came to a point where I didn’t know if my patience was going to run out or not. It felt like I was pretty close to hitting the bottom.

“No,” I ended up answering and crossed my arms across my chest. “Eunbin, what is wrong with you these days? You need to tell me what’s going on between us so that we can work it out. I can’t do anything if you don’t tell me if I have done something wrong or not.”

My friend lightly pushed herself off the wall and started to walk away after saying, “How about you work out your feelings and priorities first? These days, I really feel like you’re letting me down.”

Dumbfounded, I could only watch Eunbin’s back as she left me alone in the hallways. Letting out a hitched breath, I slowly slid down to the floor and tried to control my emotions. I could already feel my tears threatening to spill out of frustration. But I wasn’t going to let this ruin my day. For once, I felt like things were finally going my way—that perhaps, fortune was on my side.

No, I was stronger than this.

My forearms started to itch. I breathed out sharply, knowing what my body was trying to tell me; to lure me into doing. But I didn’t allow this feeling to overwhelm my senses. So, I quickly slapped my forearms, knowing that it might worsen my situation. When the tingling feeling hadn’t gone, I then gave up on trying to dissipate the itchiness and propped my chin on my knees as I curled myself into a small ball.

“Don’t worry about Eunbin.”

I looked up at the intruder and sighed tiredly as he sat down next to me.

“It’s nothing new. Trust me, she’ll get over it soon enough.”

How soon was soon enough, though?

I let out a bitter chuckle. “Nothing new, huh...” I breathed in sharply. “Well, I have a feeling that this time, it might be different from every other time. I don’t understand her, either. She- she usually doesn’t act like this, you know? Like, every time something goes wrong between the two of us, whether it’s her fault or mine or both of ours, she would always tell me. But, now? It feels like she’s hiding something from me, and yet she claims the same about me, as well.”

Jaehyun remained silent. I shook my head when I realized I just confided in him even though he didn’t ask for it. What was I thinking, telling him my concerns even though we weren’t even that close, to begin with?

But there was a sense of comfort that strangely came with Jaehyun’s presence that I didn’t feel with the other members of the council. It almost felt... illegal, wrong. But I didn’t dare to think too much of them. Thinking too much always led me to have a major headache in the end.

“Everything will be fine.”

I was taken aback by Jaehyun’s bold statement. I wondered where this confidence came from, where he was positive that his words would have a reassuring effect on me. And they did, surprisingly. I didn’t understand why I felt this sudden urge to trust him, to sincerely believe that everything will truly be fine just because Jaehyun had said so. But, there was nothing wrong in believing in him, was there?

Not even a couple of seconds later, he then said, “Now come on, let’s go somewhere.”

I blinked repeatedly at him. “What are you talking about? We still have a meeting to attend. I mean, the others are waiting for us.”

Jaehyun propped himself up and handed his hand to me, though I wasn’t budging a bit as I looked at his hand as if it was a foreign object. Jaehyun had a bad habit of never telling me the destination. And although I found it to be annoying at first, I eventually found it kind of endearing. Without even being conscious of it, I looked forward to his spontaneity.

“The others already left. It’s not the first time they’ve been through this Eunbin phase.” He air-quoted the last three words. “They’ve already figured out that the meeting will not be happening today.”

I, of course, didn’t believe him one bit. The others weren’t ones to be phased by something like Eunbin throwing a fit. They were all responsible too. I doubted that Eunbin’s absence would affect the meeting at all. On the other hand, as Presidents of our respective departments, our absence would. Thus, I raised a skeptical brow at him.

Letting out a defeated sigh, Jaehyun reluctantly admitted the truth.

“Okay, I just hate seeing that look on your face and I want to take you out on a date.”

Jaehyun’s cheeks and ears were slightly flushed. I almost giggled at how cute he looked. I never knew that his ears would also turn red whenever he felt shy. “Now, can you just please take my hand so that we could leave and go somewhere? I was actually being serious when I said that I have to bring you somewhere.”

I debated on this for a short moment that seemed like an eternity and took his hand a bit shyly. Jaehyun helped me up, but I immediately let go of his hand as soon as I was off from the floor. I promptly walked away as I held in a snort, Jaehyun’s dumbfounded expression cracking me up just the slightest. I then turned around with a small smile and tilted my head as I asked him, “So, are you coming or not?”

Jaehyun shook his head with a smile similar to mine and then jogged to me with what seemed to be a relieved expression. Did I look like I was that much in the dumps?

We headed for the school’s parking lot. “So, where exactly are we going?” I asked as we settled ourselves in his car.

“I’ll show you a whole new world.”

I tried not to chortle at his words. “What is this, Aladdin? Have you been watching Disney movies?”

Jaehyun laughed at my question. “Caught me. It’s my guilty pleasure.” His expression then turned serious for a second. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to bring you anywhere dangerous or scandalous. I’ll even make sure to bring you back before your– Wait, you’ve got a curfew, right? And besides,” he glanced over at my side before returning his eyes to the road, “I know that you’ve got to keep your records squeaky clean to get that art scholarship you’ve always wanted.”

I tried not to show how surprised I was. “You… knew?”

“Of course, I knew,” he replied proudly. “Anyway, I’ve planned something different for both of us tonight. Since the concept tonight is a whole new world, I’m going to bring you to my favourite place and you’re going to bring me to your favourite place. How does that sound?”

I paused and pondered over his words. “So, are you saying that your car is kind of like Aladdin’s magic carpet?”

Jaehyun shrugged with a nonchalant expression. “Yeah, I guess.”

I let out an amused chuckle and nodded at his words.

“You know, that actually sounds somewhat perfect.”

[a/n] apologies for the late(?) chapter! i’m currently working on a collab fic that you can check out here !! hence, most of my focus went to that story. i also haven’t been receiving much feedback, so i used this time to wonder whether it is worth continuing this story or not. not discontinuing it, just putting it on hiatus until more people show interest and give comments ^^”

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Ida Sommer - HPHL MC

Info subject to change as more game information is released. All of my HPHL ocs exist in the same universe

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Personal

Full Name: Ida Marie Sommer

Gender: Female (cis)

Sexuality: Pansexual (closeted)

Birthday: August 20th

Birthstone: Peridot

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Age: 14 (at beginning of game)

Blood Status: Pureblood

3 Positive Traits:

- Charming

- Spiritual (nature oriented)

- Resilient

3 Negative Traits:

- Childish

- Uncommunicative

- Vain

Usual First Impression: When first meeting Ida, people often assume she is immature, ignorant, and easy to take advantage of due to her sheltered nature and cutesy appearance. This impression is highly incorrect

Location

Birthplace: Germany (exact location TBD)

Current Home: Her father's estate in one of the richest areas (Germany)

Future Home: A beautiful cottage secluded from the world, near a mountainside (Germany)

Favorite Place: A cliff overseeing the sea in Japan, close to the little shop where she got her wand

Disliked Place: Her maternal grandparents' home, simply because she doesn't enjoy their company

Appearance

[image created using the Live Portrait Maker app]

Face Shape: Roundish jaw, soft features with a strong brow bone

Eye Color: Yellowish green

Hair Color: Light blonde

Hair Style: Ida wears her hair down or in a single braid. Her hair is mostly straight with side bangs, and is parted in the middle

Skin Tone: Light

Freckles/Spots: A few freckles on her cheeks, more visible when she's been out in the sun

Scars: None during her schooling. After graduation, Ida marks her arms with runes only she and Sebastien can make sense of to strengthen her connection to the world around her

Piercings/Tattoos: Single earlobe piercings.

Final Height: 5'9"

Final Weight: 137lbs

Physique: Thin with long legs, slightly wider than average shoulders

Clothing Style: Ida is a rich kid, so her clothing is always of high quality material and her jewelry is noticeably unflawed. She dresses modestly until she turns seventeen, when she stops caring what her parents think. Her favorite colors to wear are pastels

Carried Items:

- her wand

- a locket with a picture of her and her parents in it - not worn, but kept in her satchel

- a silver pocket watch stuck at 11:18 pm, handed to her by the same Seer who told her where to get her wand

- a handful of candy

- extra quills for her roommate who keeps forgetting hers

- a book from the Restricted Section about Elementals, written by Elementals and charmed so no one other than an Elemental can ever figure out what it says

Magic

Wand: 12 inches of firm Ebony wood with a koi-mer hair core. A pitch black, rounded wand with a pattern of scales carved into the handle. This wand was custom made in a small, almost unknown shop in Japan after a Seer she bumped into on the street told Ida that her perfect wand would be created there. It would seem foolish to go all the way from Germany to Japan on the word of an unknown Seer, but it was Ida's turn to plan the summer trip, so she picked a place in Japan close enough to the mentioned shop

Animagus: Loon

Boggart Form: A headless figure easily recognizable as herself, crumbling away into dust. A failed attempt to merge with nature resulting in her demise

Riddikulus Form: A statue of her like the one in her parents' back garden, over glorifying her features, that has been attacked and is crumbling away. She hates that statue

Amortentia (to others): Someone smelling Ida would smell lime juice, fresh water, and static electricity

Amortentia (to her): TBD

Patronus: Ida has never been able to cast a Patronus. Not for a lack of happy enough memories, but because of her powerful soul. The Patronus can never escape her magical core

Patronus Memory: N/A

Mirror of Erised: A tree so big it grows up an entire mountainside. The tree bark is covered in swirling patterns Ida recognizes as Elemental runes. She doesn't yet know what exactly this tree is, but she feels an undeniable longing for it

Family Spells: The Sommer family has no special family spells

Inherent Magic: Elemental

- Ida has all the magic of a normal witch, but on top of that has a deep connection to the earth and the magic stemming from it, even beyond the earth into the universe. If not properly trained (or if driven to a great enough temptation), an Elemental could vaporize the entire planet, or bend it to their will. They could also leave humanity behind if they so wished and become nature itself

- Elementals are theorized to have fragments of Merlin's soul fused with their own, hence why they feel strong connections to each other and can't ever fatally harm one of their own. Most Elementals also fall in love with each other as well, and the connection is thought to be stronger than a normal human's love could ever be. These connections help ensure no Elemental gives in to whichever temptation has the strongest pull on them. Only one Elemental has ever yet gone evil, and this is how it was discovered that they cannot kill one another

- This special magic is not hereditary. In fact, no one knows what causes someone to be born an Elemental, only that there have been less and less of them in the recent centuries. There are only two known Elementals left: Ida and Sebastien

Family

Mother: Lina is a warm hearted woman who wants the best for her daughter, misguided though she might be. She often has to shout at her husband to trying to hold Ida back, or discourage Ida's dreams. She noticed Ida's growing power long before her husband did, and was the one to finally contact someone for help when Ida grew so strong and uncontrolled she couldn't stop floating

Father: Elias is a business oriented man who, though he loves his daughter, up until her reveal as an Elemental wished she was a son. He's the reason Ida was homeschooled for so long, as he didn't think a girl was worth the tuition money. He refused to believe that Ida was anything other than ordinary until a man in a high position told him otherwise

Sisters: None

Brothers: None

Pets: A screech owl named Goldig, meaning 'cute'

Other Important Family: Ida's paternal aunt, Ingrid, is one of the biggest influences in her life as a child. Ingrid is an independent witch who lives fabulously by herself with her dead husband's fortune. Ida used to yearn for a future where she wasn't tied down by a man and could do as she pleased

Family Values: The Sommer family as a whole is mainly concerned with two things: remaining pureblooded, and growing richer. Most of the Sommers are decently good people, but they have period-appropriate prejudices and are willing to leave someone behind to save themselves, metaphorically and literally

Opinion on Family: Up until entering Hogwarts, Ida really only knew her family, so she loved them and thought very highly of them. As she becomes more socialized and learns more about the world, she starts to notice her parents' many flaws and though she never stopped loving them, she does resent them for homeschooling her and ignoring the signs of her being abnormal, because she used to think she was broken when in reality she's nearly a god

Friendships

Introverted or Extroverted: Extroverted

Best Friend: Sebastien Parr - another mc of mine who is also an Elemental, and an exchange student from Beauxbatons

Worst Friend: TBD

Friend She Didn't Expect: TBD

Who She Wishes Was Her Friend: TBD

List of Casual Friends:

- Sophia Burton @gcldensnitch

- Charlotte Grant @weasleysandwheezes

- canon friends TBD

Romance

Current Crush: None

Current Partner: None

Past Partners: None

Future Partners: TBD - will likely be picked from the game's characters, but could possibly be someone else's mc

Her Type: TBD

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin

Prefect Status: No

Quidditch: Never played, but loves to watch

Clubs: None

Organizations: The fake Headmaster's Apprentices organization that she and Sebastien use to hide what they're really doing

Favorite Class: Herbology

Least Favorite Class: History of Magic

Favorite Professor: TBD

Least Favorite Professor: TBD

Timeline

Young Childhood: Ida is kept at home. She knows no children her age, and spends most of her free time roaming her father's land. No matter how far she wanders, she never seems to get lost. Ida has strange dreams where she watches the world as an outsider. After being told by a Seer that her ideal wand would be created at a small shop in Japan, Ida convinces her father to spend a month there over the summer, and her mother takes her to the shop to get her wand. Ida sneaks out one night and climbs a cliff that looks out over the ocean. In later years she can't remember whether rising up over the waters and hearing the stars call to her by name was a dream or not, but she knows the moon smiled at her.

First Year: N/A

Second Year: N/A

Third Year: Ida's uncontrolled Elemental magic reaches a breaking point, and Ida explodes her little study room as she lifts up in the air, unable to come down. Her mother sends for help: two healers, a historian, and three government officials later, Ida is brought down and informed that she will be enrolled in Hogwarts the following year. She is not informed why, though her parents are

Fourth Year: Ida enters Hogwarts with no social skills. She meets Sebastien and they're both informed of their true nature. As Ida struggles to catch up on her studies as well as train her Elemental magic, she also learns just how wonderful having friends her age is

Fifth Year: TBD

Sixth Year: Ida grows suspicious of Sebastien's "friend" Dorian. Other details TBD

Seventh Year: TBD

Post Graduation: Ida marks herself with ancient Elemental runes and her father gifts her the cottage. She spends a year and a half where almost no one hears from her, before appearing back in her friends' lives as if nothing happened, looking healthier and happier than ever

Career(s): Ida doesn't live long enough to have a career

Marriage and Children: Ida marries (TBD) from school, someone who had always had a crush on her that she eventually returned the feelings for. They spend a beautiful three years together before her end. Ida manages to give her love a son, but only after she's gone

Death: Ida sacrifices herself to stop Sebastien and Dorian from destroying the world. Ida's biggest temptation as an Elemental was always to leave her humanity behind and become nature, so she does. She traps the two men inside of a ridiculously large tree that grows out of the mountainside near her cottage. This tree forms from her body, and has a notch where her favorite necklace can be inserted to be allowed entry to the chamber Sebastien and Dorian are trapped. However, she hid the necklace in Japan, where no one will find it until a century has passed and her friends have passed away. Ida can occasionally gather her spirit into a physical form to communicate with her love and child that she left behind

Notable Facts Not Previously Mentioned

- Ida is the ancestor of my main hphm mcs, Gracie and Tessa Chiva, on their father's side

- The reason Ida is sent to Hogwarts and not Durmstrang is the fear of bad influences. No one wanted to risk her being corrupted

- Ida does feel guilty about leaving her love behind, but since she couldn't kill Sebastien and she still loved him and wanted him to be happy, this was the only way she could think of to stop him

- Her love watched her leave humanity behind. As they wept, Ida's spirit gathered to say her goodbyes, and point them to their son, who had been born from Ida's final breath at exactly 11:18 pm

- Ida thinks very highly of herself. This is both from being praised so much as a child and hearing so much about the good she can do as an Elemental

- She throws a graduation party so extravagant that it's talked about for decades after her death

- No one but her love knows what truly happened to her. All anyone else knows is that she and Sebastien disappeared at the same time

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