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drivergemini · 2 years

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i got a goth gf (and she’s hotter than hell) :: e.m.

summary: eddie munson is head over heels for the new girl. how could he not be when she was even more metal than him?

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, swears, goth kid bullying, non supernatural au

word count: 736

eddie munson was a man of many many words. he would ramble on and on about how much he loved dungeons and dragons and how much he hated hawkins. he would never shut up.

that is until a figure strutted through the hawkins high school cafeteria. dressed in a skirt that was pulled up a little too high and a leather jacket over her black tank top. and her boots. jesus christ those black leather boots. they were higher than her kneecaps with an at least 5 inch heel.

hellfire had never seen this man so quiet. his mouth just hung open in absolute awe as his eyes followed her heavily teased black hair.

“hellooooooo,” dustin snapped his fingers in front of eddie’s face. “earth to dipshit. hellooooooo?” eddie snapped out of his trance and looked at the younger boy. “eddie you look like a creep starring at that girl.”

“girl? what girl?” mike said turning his head looking for the source of eddie’s silence. he sees the girl sporting heavily black eyeliner and turns around with wide eyes. “wow eddie you sure know how to pick ‘em.”

he snapped his head towards the freshman boy. “shut up wheeler. what do you know about girls. that right there is an angel from heaven.”

“more like a demon from hell,” mike muttered under his breath.

over the course of a week, she became eddie’s new fixation. he would scramble to lunch to spill the new information he found everyday.

“her name is y/n and she’s a transfer from connecticut.”

“she’s was in an all girl punk band called overgrown graveyard.”

“her parents own starcourt industries.”

this caught the lunch table’s attention. eddie raised an eyebrow and leaned back on his chair. each boy just looked at him with blank expressions.

dustin was the first to speak. “no way in hell you’re going to get a girl like that. no matter how much it looks like KISS threw up on her.”

“oh yeah? watch me henderson.”

it took another week for eddie to be able to find a perfect opportunity to talk to y/n. but when it came, it was perfect.

he honestly thought he was hallucinating. he roamed through the halls of hawkins high before his hellfire meeting started. he could hear a familiar notes coming out of an electric guitar. he listened hard and followed the sound like a bloodhound.

when he reached the band room, he could hear it much clearer. he peeked in through the classroom door window and saw y/n sitting on an amp playing twisted sister. he could hear her soft humming of ‘we’re not gonna take it’ between every riff break.

this was his moment. this was his time. he knocked softy on the wooden door. her head shot up with a confused expression on her face. eddie saw this as a sign to open the door. “twisted sister right?” he scratched the back of his head.

“eddie munson right?” y/n shoots blankly back. he could see very clearly that she has two nose rings on each side and an eyebrow piercing on her left.

“uh yeah. you’re y/n. how did you- do you know who i am?” this was not how he imagined this going.

“eddie munson. 20 year old senior. hellfire clubs founder. and hawkins high school’s outcast freak.” she paused for a moment. “oh and a certified stalker.”

eddie’s breathe caught in his throat. shit he was busted.

her straight face turned into a wide grin. she bursted with laughter at the sight of his eyes go wide. “i was joking! loosen up a little buddy.”

he let out a huge sigh. “so you know i’ve been watching you?” hearing those words come out of his mouth made him realize that maybe he was a bit of a creep.

“yes and if you were a slightly better stalker, you’d know i’ve been asking about you too.” her face was so calm and collected, eddie’s was hot and flushed. he felt like a warm tomato.

he looked at the watch on his wrist. “oh shoot i have to go to my hellfire meeting. do you want to maybe- i don’t know- hang out tonight?”

“sure let me give you my address. come over anytime.” y/n pulled out a notebook and ripped out a page. she scribbled down her address and eddie gentely grabbed it from her hands. as he ran towards the drama room, he looked down at the paper. after her address was a tiny little scribble of a heart.

he has never wanted to leave a meeting more than he did that day. he sprinted to his van, double checking to see if he still had the piece of paper in his pocket.

as he approached your front door, he started to pause. maybe he should’ve bought you flowers or maybe took you out to dinner. too late now he was already involuntarily knocking. he waited about 30 seconds before the front door swung open. “hi i’m looking for y/n?” the girl in front of him furrowed her eyebrows. eddie studdied her face for a few seconds. “oh shit y/n.”

“i don’t know whether to be offended or not,” she laughed a little and gestured him inside. “you caught me as i was cleaning my face so i don’t blame you.” he noticed the smudged out left over mascara under her eyes and the lack of face piercings. “wait here in the living room and i’ll be right back.”

eddie looked around her living room in amazement. it was themed all white and had a crystal chandelier overhead illuminating the room.

“how long have you been starring at the ceiling for?” eddie turns his head and sees y/n standing at the bottom of the stairs. her face completely bare but her piercings back in. all eddie could focus on was her aerosmith shirt.

“your house is massive.” y/n plopped herself down on the couch and motioned eddie to sit with her. he tried his best to not sit too close to her.

“so i heard you’re also in a band?” eddie’s ears perked up slightly. “i was too back in connecticut. i played electric guitar.”

“so do i! my band is called corroded coffin. you should come to one of our shows sometime.” eddie could feel his body untense, this was nice. “i heard you play a little earlier, you’re pretty amazing.”

she shot up and made a motion indicating him to wait. she got up and picked up a beautiful, all black electric guitar from the corner. she plugged it into an amp and turned it on. “could you play for me? it’s only fair because you heard me play earlier.”

eddie’s eyes grow wide, which is something that he did often now. “i- i mean i guess why not?” he grabbed the guitar that he was handed. a little smaller than he was used to but not an issue. as he started playing he felt the beautiful vibration of the strings under his fingers. he looked up and abruptly stopped. y/n sat starring at him with her mouth hung open.

“why did you stop?” she questioned with a confused look on her face.

“you’re just so...” was he going for is? this was really now or never. he was leaning towards never. “beautiful.” oh wow i guess he chose now. y/n could feel her face start to get warm.

“i think you’re beautiful eddie munson.” y/n let out a laugh to relieve the tension.

“let me take you on a date. a real date. i know this great 24 hour diner, we can go now if you’d be down.” he was feeling very bold tonight.

their night ended up in a diner sharing the same side of the booth. sharing a milkshake. and maybe sharing a couple of kisses but that’s for them to tell.

eddie was the first at lunch the next day. he waited for the rest of the group to trickle in as he sat with his feet propped up.

“you look like you have something to say?” lucas questioned looking around at his peers. the rest of the boys nodded their heads in agreement.

“well gentlemen.” eddie stood up and raised his hands in the air before slamming them down. “i got a goth girlfriend. and she’s hotter than hell.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson just needed a goth girlfriend #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things one shot

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asmosmainhoe · 6 months

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Hi! I really enjoy reading your writings 🥺💕 If it's alright with you, may I request a headcanon for an idol MC who performs the song named "Nobody Knows" by "Kiss of Life" exceptionally well in a RAD event or something? I'd love to see the brothers' reaction especially that dance steps around 0:44 to 0:55 seconds (pre-chorus) 😆 Thank you so much! 💓

Thank you, love!

It makes me so happy to hear that you like my posts🤗

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MC performs Nobody Knows by Kiss of Life

Note: This can also be used for any dance performance really

Gender: neutral

Warnings: heavy language

Lucifer

That music direction absolutely isn't his cup of tea and he also isn't sure why Diavolo agreed to this performance for such an important event, but here he is

Lucifer has listened to the song when you suggested it, but he hasn't seen the choreography yet

He knows that you like to dance from time to time, but has never watched you until now

The beginning doesn't quite catch him until you get to the part before the chorus. That's when he raises his eyebrows and nods slightly in appreciation

While the performance goes on he's tapping his foot to the beat and if anyone calls him out on it he will pretend nothing ever happened

Diavolo was more than right to assign you this role. All doubts Lucifer had during the organization vanished into thin air

Mammon

Founder of the MC fanclub so of course he's in the front row cheering you on

You didn't allow him to watch you practice the choreography, because you wanted it to be a surprise

In this moment he's way more than thankful for you keeping him away. This way your talent hits him harder than it would have

I feel sorry for the demons who are standing around him to be honest. Every single one is being crushed in a headlock while Mammon yells "ARE YA SEEING MY HUMAN"

I swear, he's so loud that you can hear him over the music without any problems

When you're done be prepared to get crushed by his hug

Leviathan

He's an absolute expert and most definitely helped you choose the song and learn the dance

During practice Levi tried to stay serious and composed, but nothing could stop him from turning into a tomato while watching your movements. It only got worse the longer it went on

Of course the practice is nothing compared to the real deal and he really thought he was mentally prepared for it

Wrong

Levi temporarily forgets where he is and that he is supposed to cheer you on. He even brought light sticks in your favorite color, dammit!

The demons around him pushing him around snap him out of his trance and he starts passionately waving his sticks around

If he hasn't fallen for you yet then he sure did now

Satan

There are actually some kpop songs that he likes and even listens to, but he's nearly not as knowledgeable as Levi

He has seen you dance here and there, but it's nowhere near the real deal since you didn't really put the same passion into the times he watched you

So naturally the performance stun locks him in place with his mouth wide open. No one better tease him about it or else they'll meet their demise

Satan isn't holding back with compliments and praises after you're done

He wasn't sure if he liked the song when you first showed it to him, but it's now one of his favorites

Asmodeus

When it comes to cheering you on Asmo is on the same level as Levi and Mammon

Obviously he doesn't scream from the top of his lungs like those two, but he's definitely in the front row with light sticks so you can easily spot him

Just like Levi he helped you learn and remember the moves so he knows the choreography by heart

During the dance he's mimicking your movements, but it's toned down by a lot. He doesn't want to accidentally smack someone in the face

Your success fills him with so much pride that it even rivals Lucifer

Beelzebub

Honestly, he couldn't care less for the event. He's mainly here for the food and you

During your practice hours he usually sits close by and eats or works out so he's very well aware of how talented you are

As I said before, it's still always so different seeing you do it all on stage though

The proud grin on his face reaches from one ear to another and Beel is so distracted that he even forgets about the snacks he brought

After you're done he's greeting you with the biggest hug ever and provides you with food and drinks. You obviously need that considering how much you moved on stage

Belphegor

The man didn't even wanna show up to the event. It sounded too much of a hassle

Beel then told he you would be on stage and all the exhaustion and laziness left his body immediately

Belphie hates big crowds. Especially when they're this loud, but he soon realizes it's all worth it when he sees you dance

He actually wanted to record it, but he's way too lost in you right now to remember anything

Everytime he closes his eyes from now on he sees you up there on that stage and he falls asleep with a smile on his lips

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ashs-cardboard-box · 2 months

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The Sin of Envy

~ Dutch Van Der Linde, Hosea Matthews, Child!Arthur Morgan/Child!Male Reader

~ Familial (found family)

~2.7k words

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You owed it all to the Van Der Linde gang. Having lost it all as a mere boy, you grew up on the streets for most of your life. Just a few months after you had turned thirteen, two co-founders of said gang picked you up and treated you like their own flesh and blood.

You thought of the two of them as your fathers. Hosea was a gentle, patient individual. He took over as your primary caretaker. Feeding you, teaching you to read, write, and pick apart safe from toxic herbs. As such, you were a lot closer to him, though that’s not to say you didn’t care for your other father figure.

Dutch was a more stern, focused man. He kept you in line should you disobey either him or Hosea. While he wasn’t as open about his affection towards you, his protection and observations over your well-being showed he had a heart.

Living with them for the next three years of your life were nothing short of great– as great as life on the road can be. Dutch and Hosea were slowly attempting to gather members for a gang, with little success. The two would always praise you for the fine young man you’ve grown to be, starting to teach you your way around a gun.

However, when another, younger, orphan boy was picked up in the same manner you were, you couldn’t help but feel a little off about it. Stubbornly standing a ways off to the side with your arms folded across your chest as your father figures feed the boy at one of the few tables around a newly formed camp.

You didn’t know his name, and you weren’t sure you wanted to. You wanted to march right up to them and ask Hosea to teach you again the proper positioning of your weaponry, but you didn't. Instead, you stand and stare as silently as possible.

Much to your dismay, Dutch is more observant than you thought. He looks over towards you and away from the new boy, that same blank expression on his face. “Boy. C’mere.” He beckons, pulling Hosea and the boy’s attention over to you as well.

Feeling awkward with their eyes on you, you shuffle over to the poorly constructed, wooden table. Slowly dropping your arms back down to your sides, your shoulders slouching forward slightly. “Ah, Y/N! I don’t s’pose we’ve introduced you to Arthur here!”

Hosea seems excited about the new addition to your family. A wide grin spread across his face, the corners of his eyes crinkling. You and Arthur don’t say anything to one another. Staring at each other as if trying to read what the other is thinking.

Arthur looks away from you and turns back down to his food in front of him on the table. Stuffing his face as if he hadn’t eaten in a long while– a statement you could fully believe. He was scrawny, but you couldn’t deny the height the other boy had on you, only serving to make you more envious.

“He’s gonna stick around for a while. Found him the same way we found you, y’know.” Hosea points out with a chuckle as Dutch merely nods, turning back to his conversation with Arthur, almost seeming like a promise of a better life if he joined the gang.

You look back towards Hosea with a small sigh. Muttering a quiet “okay, papa” and giving your father figure a subtle smile. Accepting that as your agreement, Hosea joins their conversation once more, shutting you out.

You can’t deny the pang of resentment and jealousy building in your chest. Taking your leave and heading back to your tent to find something to do. You weren’t really used to being on your own anymore. After having to fend for yourself for the first decade of your life, you assumed you wouldn’t feel this way. Unfortunately, you got attached.

You’re not sure how long has passed of you sitting still on your bedroll, staring blankly at the floor, deep in thought, but you get caught off guard by a short “hey.”

Lifting your head, you find Arthur standing at the entrance of your open tent. The sun casting his shadow across the floor. You’re not sure why, but his presence just upsets you further. Your fingers beginning to fidget with one another as your hands rest in your lap.

“What’d’ya want..?” you grumble, trying to keep your harshness under wraps. He’s only two years younger than you, at fourteen, but that fact makes you feel worse. You’re scared. The last thing you want to be is an old toy your father figures toss aside for something new. Someone younger and much different from you.

Arthur shrugs with a hum of “i dunno.” While you got passed down some of Hosea’s old clothes as a hand-me-down, Arthur’s clothes are dirty and torn. The hems of his pant legs are frayed, the fragile strings flicking with each slight gust of wind.

“You wanna play dominoes?” He asks hopefully with a small tilt of his head. You don’t really want to be so mean to the new boy, but you can already feel that urge mounting. You take a deep breath before responding with a curt “no.”

“Well why not? You got somethin’ better to do?” Arthur asks curiously, but to you, it’s just plain obnoxious. Pushing yourself to your feet and crossing your tent. Walking right passed Arthur without another word to him.

You knew you shouldn’t, but you just didn’t stop walking. Right out of the small camp and heading wherever your feet took you. Slowly shuffling through the dense woods, brooding as your boots step over leaf after twig, crunching under your weight.

It wasn’t until you made it to the nearby town that you realized just what you had done. You were forbidden from leaving camp without either Dutch or Hosea until you could learn how to properly handle your gun. They just cared for you, after all.

Unfortunately, you had the bright idea to prove yourself to them. If you could prove you were strong, maybe they’d like you over Arthur again. You wanted your family to yourself again. You refused to be replaced.

Waltzing right into the budding city with nothing but false confidence keeping your head held high. Your mind darting over what you could possibly do to show you’re a strong man. The civilians didn’t bat an eye, seeming to not even notice you among the many other individuals.

Taking what little you’ve gathered from Dutch’s schemes with Hosea, you settled on pickpocketing. It seemed easy enough, and you could make a lot of money depending on who you choose.

Now looking at the surrounding people like nothing more than their wallets, you spot a shorter, older man waiting for the train with a newspaper held between his fingers. Perfect, you thought. Taking it upon yourself to take a seat next to him on the old wooden bench. He doesn’t seem to care about your presence; he’s far too enamored by whatever’s happening in the region.

Slowly, you slide your hand across the unsanded wood, feeling prick after prick of splinters threatening to pierce your skin. You’re too focused to care. Your eyes rapidly flicking from your hand, to the man, to something mundane in front of you to avoid seeming like you’re staring at him.

You make good progress. Getting as close as caressing the man’s pocket jean with your pinky, before you hear a ruffling of the newspaper, followed by a rough grip around your wrist, causing you to hiss in pain.

“The hell you think you’re doin’, kid?” The man demands, tugging your wrist away from his body, but not letting go of it. His face contorted into one of frustration at your audacity. You don’t respond, and that seems like the wrong choice to make. Staring doe-eyed at the man with a small grimace, wanting to be strong and not show pain nor fear, though you feel it all.

The man grunts in disapproval, giving your wrist a sharp tug and sending you down onto the floor of the train station. Propping yourself up on your elbows as you stare up at him, but you don’t run away. You’re not strong. You’re terrified.

“Someone oughta teach you a lesson, boy.” He spits coldly as he stands up, reaching down to tug you up by the collar of your shirt and drag you to your unsteady feet. Letting go of you and taking a step back putting up his fists, glaring at you to tell you to follow. “Be a man. Fight me for it.” he challenges

Feeling that false, stubborn confidence return, you put your fists up at the level of your eyes, copying the man. The man has both an experience advantage, and a physical advantage over you. He might be short in stature, but he’s bulky in his old age– seeming in his late fifties. You, on the other hand, barely hold your own when fake sparring against Dutch, only meant to be a teaching lesson.

Instead of letting you try and strike first, the man cocks you in the first hit. Your head knocking back as you take a right jab straight to the nose, causing your eyes to water. Your form curling into itself as you whine in pain. Your nose dripping blood down your lips and chin. The crimson liquid staining your hands.

Not giving you time to brace yourself, the man takes you by your shoulders and knees you in the gut, knocking the wind out of you as your knees give out. “Your daddy would be disappointed. You ain’t a man. Might as well become one of ‘em two dollar whores.” he scoffs a laugh, glaring down at you as if you’re the scum of the Earth.

All you can do is clutch your stomach with your entire forearm as your other hand clasps over your mouth. The blood from your nose dripping down the back of your hand and hitting the train platform with a near silent splat. Looking up at the man through watery eyes, choking back tears.

The man pays you no sympathy. Palming your forehead and shoving you backwards, causing you to land awkwardly on your back. Groaning quietly from behind your blood stained hand. He stares down at you coldly for a long moment before stepping away from you. Bending down to pick up his newspaper from off his spot on the bench before taking his seat again, acting as if nothing happened. “Get outta here, kid. If you know what’s good for ya.”

As soon as you regain the ability to breathe properly, you scamper to your feet and run off with your tail between your legs to go lick your wounds. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you retrace your steps through the town and back into the woods. Blood staining your face and shirt.

You’re reluctant to go back to camp. What were you supposed to say? That you were jealous of their new favorite and decided to go get your ass kicked? You stumble slowly through the woods, massaging your sore abdomen. Each time you sniffle due to your tears, only swallowing more blood than you should.

Staring at the empty clearing around twenty feet away, signifying the entrance of camp, you stop. You’re a mess. You feel completely emasculated, hurt and jealous. Wondering if the stray boy they call Arthur could’ve done better than you. You’re mostly silent. The only thing heard from you are small sniffles and pained whimpers.

Hearing a cacophony of different, yet familiar, voices all calling your name into the void of the woods, you feel even worse. You don’t want to be seen like this. Your face stained with blood and tears, dripping down the front of your shirt.

Before you can even consider heading inside on your own, you hear two sets of footsteps rapidly approaching you from your left. Quickly turning, you spot Arthur and Hosea– both seem terribly worried about your sudden disappearance, only made worse when they see the state you’ve been left in.

Arthur is the first to get to you. Gawking at you as if you’ve grown three heads, only causing you to turn away from him. Your tears continuing to shamefully roll down your cheeks. He’s the last person you want to see right now. Hosea, however, is a different story.

Hosea sighs heavily as he approaches, reaching forward and pulling you into a tight hug– just like he used to when you were younger. Resting your bloodied chin on Hosea’s shoulder, you wrap your arms around his frame tightly. Your fingers balling tightly around the back of his shirt.

“What happened to you, son? You know you ain’t s’posed to run off like that..” He chides gently, running a hand up and down your back soothingly. You mumble a meek “‘m sorry, papa” in response. Sounding more like a timid boy than a young man.

“It’s alright, boy.. You’re okay..” Hosea murmurs into your ear, letting you try and compose yourself despite the soreness of your body. A much harder task to accomplish with Arthur’s bright eyes on you. “Where’d you go? Why’d you leave?” he questions, not wanting to force you to respond.

“Th- The town.. Just nearby. I–” you pause, swallowing the uncomfortable concoction of saliva and metallic blood pooling in your mouth. “I- you just…” you’re not sure if you want to be honest or not. On one hand, Hosea could help with what’s weighing so heavily on your chest. On the other, he could ridicule you for getting into trouble over something so stupid.

“You ‘n Dutch got along with Arthur so well.. ‘n I got scared that y-you were gonna leave me for him. Wanted to prove I was strong so you wouldn’t think he’s better..” you sob, feeling it all come crashing down at the admittance of your envy. Arthur is taken aback by your statement, but Hosea seems unfazed. Only focused on making you feel better.

“It ain’t a game of favoritism, son. Dutch and I care for you boys equally. You’re real damn stupid for runnin’ off ‘n getting your ass beat, but that don’t mean Arthur’s any greater or lesser than the man you’re growing up to be, you understand?”

You nod slightly with another small sniffle, slowly pulling away from the hug. You wipe your eyes with your fingers on your clean hand, not keen on the idea of getting blood near your eyes. Hosea sighs as he inspects your face. You’re grateful he’s not upset with you, but you still feel guilty. You hadn’t even considered what a fuss you would’ve caused.

“Arthur,” Hosea starts, looking over towards the other boy, prompting him to look at Hosea with a quiet hum of acknowledgement. “Take Y/N back to my tent. Clean him up a bit, will you? I’ll let Dutch know he’s back” He lays out, leaving no room for disagreement.

Arthur copies you and nods, shuffling around you awkwardly and beginning to make his way back to camp. Tentatively, you follow behind. You’re not sure how you feel. It feels like a weight has been pulled off your shoulders, only to be replaced by a heavier weight of guilt for your jealousy.

Not a word is spoken between you two as you follow the younger boy back to Hosea’s tent. Your boots scuffing against the ground below until you slink down onto Hosea’s cot with a heavy sigh. Arthur wastes no time soaking an old washrag in alcohol and approaching you again. Carefully wiping the blood off your face.

“Sorry for..y’know- makin’ you jealous ‘n whatever. Never meant to..” He mutters quietly, focused on getting the dried blood off your skin. “It ain’t your fault.. Was just- scared, I guess..” you respond quietly, trying not to speak too much so as to not disrupt his work.

It felt uncomfortable to be getting cleaned up by the younger boy, but you can’t complain. Your leg mindlessly bouncing against the floor of Hosea’s tent. Sighing heavily from your nose as you let your sore body actually relax under Arthur’s care.

“You still up for that dominoes game?” You mumble quietly, a small smile spreading across your blood stained lips as you look up at Arthur hopefully. He stands up a bit straighter at your question before he rolls his eyes and gets back to helping you. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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Music, beer and touch

warning : fluff, tiny comfort, kissing, tiny tiny smutish nothing graphical, drinking beer

Info : Can be seen as a sequel to Flower in Hell or just a stand alone

Euronymous x fem reader

masterlist-Rory's characters, masterlist-Lords of Chaos 2018

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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It was dark and evening was coming over the small town when she was still awake in her room. She heard the talk of her family and her parents' friends from downstairs in the living room. The evening had been nice, but it quickly became boring and worrying about political issues with her uncle was too much for her. That's why she went upstairs to her room relatively quickly.

But that was not the reason why she was sitting on her bed, her notebook in one hand and the phone with the answering machine in the other. ,,Hey Y/n uh Euronymous here...listen if you're up for a party come by today" she played his voice again and ran over the small keys before she took her pen and continued writing the sentence she had interrupted.

She knew that the band founder must have looked up her address in the phone book. But although it was funny, she found it rather amusing. ,,The eternal blue in the darkness," she finished the sentence and looked at her window. She saw that the darkness was around her and that the moon and the streetlights illuminated the night.

She knew that she had nothing better to do that evening than to write down her fascination for the black-haired man. ,,You'd better be there," she murmured as she put the phone down on the bed and threw her notebook into her small bag.

Before she got up from her bed and went to her wardrobe. Knowing that she was still in the sleepwear she had wrapped herself in to end her evening early, she knew she had to change to probably get into the party. Lifting her clothes from left to right through her wardrobe, she finally decided on a black top and a simple but tighter fitting pair of leather trousers.

It was late summer and still relatively warm in the evening, so she reached for her short leather jacket before grabbing her bag and heading downstairs. Slipping on her boots, she saw her family through the doorframe, still sitting at the table. Laughing and playing cards. ,,I'm off again!" she called inside before opening the door and hearing another ,,All right, have fun darling" from her mother before the door closed and she walked down the street towards the town where her destination was.

On her way through the shadows and the short light levels of the street lamps she hardly met any people. Most of the inhabitants were either already asleep, at home or in clubs in larger cities. But she wouldn't be alone for long when she saw the record shop at the end of the street that ended in an intersection.

A small smile of relief crept onto her lips, knowing that she didn't have to walk around alone in the dark anymore. Finally arriving at the shop, she opened the door before stepping inside and, to her surprise, pretending there was no one inside.

Walking through the shelves and leaning slightly over the bars she saw that there was no one sitting in the beanbag or lying in the bed above. ,,Was he kidding me?" she mumbled questioningly before her gaze caught on a doorway that had been lightly covered with a long black sheet.

Looking around one last time and jumping over her shadow, she decided to move on. The party must be in the basement she thought as she pulled aside the curtain and started to walk down a few stairs when she heard music and chatter.

Going down another set of stairs at a slight angle she came to a relatively large basement with white stone walls lightly hung with chains, posters and the name of the band Mayhem in black paint all over them. She knew she was in the right place.

Looking around she saw the scattered candles whose wax had already melted into a small white mass on the floor, a torture device also stood in the corner and for a moment she wondered if she had underestimated Euronymous. ,,If that's not the doll, what are you doing here?" she heard the voice of the brown-haired man from last time. She saw him take a sip of his beer before she saw the armour he was wearing.

It seemed homemade but it didn't make him any less funny. ,,Do you want a beer daisy?" asked Faust who she recognised walking over to the beer crate on the floor and looking at her.

Thanking him, she took it and looked around slightly for help when she realised she didn't have a beer opener. She saw the brown-haired man coming towards her again, along with a few others. She saw him suddenly pull out a knife and for a moment she feared the worst.

But he took the beer from her and opened the lid with the knife before giving it back to her harder than necessary. ,,She's here because I invited her, Varg," she finally heard Euronymous' voice coming from the basement. Whistles and laughter went through the group and she noticed the writing on the wall.

The inner circle was black and slowly she had the feeling that she had stepped into something she didn't understand. ,,So this is some kind of club?" she asked and took a sip of the beer, watching Varg look at his friends as if there was an open secret between them all. Before Euronymous walked over and stood by her before putting his arm around her.

She felt herself getting more nervous, took another sip of the alcohol and she swore that he must feel her fast heartbeat. ,,You could say that...but that's not why I wanted you to come" he told her and pulled her closer. She saw his friends instantly start to cheer as he pushed her towards the stairs.

Not hard but protective as if to get her away from his band and his group. Before he broke away from her he pulled the curtain closed behind him and gave her a slightly apologetic look. ,,Sorry all too drunk" he mumbled before his eyes fell on the large beanbag and she saw the various films someone had laid out.

Walking over to the VHS tapes she looked through the films, all of which were horror films. ,,Thought maybe a movie and some good music would be better than being puked on downstairs," he suggested and watched as he walked over to her holding a small tape recorder. Picking out Friday the Thirteenth, she put in the VHS tape and sat down next to Euronymous on the beanbag.

What she thought would be an unpleasant situation turned out differently. Watching the film together, they soon found themselves talking about the film, the music, the gore and the murders. How he listened to her with a slight smile as she talked about her favourite slashers. The fascination and interest in his gaze that was directed at her.

How he put his arm around her again and giggled when she flinched at a jumpscare and held on to him. Feeling her cheeks heat up and giving him a nervous smile as she took another sip of her beer and looked back at the screen. Approaching the climax of the film, she barely noticed how he placed the headphones on her head, muffled in his awareness of her surroundings.

Before, only a moment later, she flinched in shock as the loud music hit her ears. Looking at Euronymous curiously, he handed her a cassette and she saw the Mayhem logo on the cover. He's showing me his music, she said, closing her eyes for a moment to hear the different instruments, voices and sounds.

As far as the music was concerned, she was relatively new, having only listened to it from time to time, having been to a few clubs. But the music was good more than good. The hard loud fast sounds paired with the fantastic voice of the singer. Immersed in the music, she suddenly felt him put a hand on her cheek and pull her closer.

Opening her eyes, she saw at the last moment how he came closer to her, overcoming the last few centimetres between them before she felt his lips on hers. To her surprise, he was gentle and even gave her time to pull away, but she did not. Maybe she had lost herself in the music or in him. Maybe she had lost her heart to him but she returned the kiss.

Her hands went to his body and held on tightly, feeling his hand pulling her hair even closer. Heard his fingers playing with the thin straps of her top, seemingly wanting to pull her down at any moment.

She gasped as he playfully pulled her hair and pushed her down onto the floor, off the beanbag that was not suitable for this. She heard him smirk at her reaction and, as if in a trance, her fingers stroked any skin she could get her hands on under his shirt. ,,Do you like what you see?" she heard him purr and was about to reply when they suddenly heard a ,,Shit this is going to be good porn" from Varg.

The black-haired man rose from her and helped her sit up before they both turned to the doorway and saw the group standing there with big grins. She saw the somehow proud grin of Euronymous and despite everything she couldn't help but giggle.

Before she decided to end it, she stood up and took the walkman with her. Giving Euronymous a wink before saying, ,,Thanks for your time...and for this, we'll see you again," she said goodbye with a smile and a wave before walking out of the shop.

Outside, she put on her headphones again and continued to play the music before happily walking home, moving her head slightly to the music. Knowing that she would have to go to the Mayhem founder's parties more often now.

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#fem reader #fluff #comfort #kiss #kissing #lords of chaos #lords of chaos 2018 #euronymous x fem reader #euronymous x reader #euronymous #varg vikernes #soft smut #nothing graphic #drinking #x female reader

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pizzapizzeria · 23 days

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@manicplank, this one’s for you.

NTV: BEHIND THE SCENES.

Theodore Noise, a celebrity well known for his alter-ego The Noise and founder of NTV, if one were to see him on television, they would think he was a very happy man, but that’s not the case behind the scenes.

It was a very stressful day for Theo, he barely choked down his breakfast and nearly missed the bus that morning, and the first thing he heard when he arrived at the studio was a bunch of complaints.

“Your loudness, you’re 20 minutes late!”

“Sorry Dougie, must have overslept again.”

“Well, you have overslept for almost two weeks straight! Now get to the makeup room, filming starts in almost two hours!”

Normally, Theodore would cooperate with the makeup artist and stay still and quiet, but this morning he was just staring into space and fidgeting with his hands, occasionally letting out a “Woag” and moving the chair back and forth.

“Come on Theo, you’re never this disruptive!”

“O-Oh, my bad, I must have-SHIT LADY, CAREFUL WITH THE HAIRBRUSH, WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO, SCALP ME?!”

After that was over, he slipped on his costume and headed to set, the day had been pretty terrible so far, but he felt slightly less miserable than before, and always liked acting.

In the middle of filming, his phone received a text message from his girlfriend Hazel, better known as Noisette, her Cafe was closed that day, so she would stop by the studio and see how he was doing, it was good news for Theo but the message couldn’t have come at a worse time, because he missed his cue and ruined the take, yet another kick to the teeth on this miserable day.

“Damn it, Theo! We can’t keep filming your constant fuck-ups! Quit daydreaming and do what you’re good for!”

The director was normally not that verbally harsh, but considering all he’d done that day, Theodore couldn’t help but feel like he deserved it. Finally, filming was over and it was break time, Theo was ready to clear his overstimulated mind, so he took off his costume, ran to the break room, and reached for his cigarettes, he knew Hazel didn’t like it when he smoked, but he didn’t care, he needed a distraction, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette…and dropped it on the floor. Sure, it was a small act but it was the breaking point for Theo, after he lit his cigarette and placed it between his fingers, he let out a loud wail and began to sob, letting the tears and snot stream down his face, and to add insult to injury, that’s when Hazel arrived.

“Sweetie, I’m here! I missed you so mu-Noisey?!”

Theodore turned his head, his eyes were red and puffy, and tears were still pouring down his cheeks, he tried to reply to her concern but he couldn’t, he just laid his back against the wall and fell to the ground, hugging his knees and continuing to bawl his eyes out, Hazel didn’t hesitate for a second to sit next to him.

“Shhh, it’s alright hun, I’m here now.” Hazel gently stroked her lover’s back as she held him close.

After what felt like ages, Theodore’s sobbing finally slowed down to quiet sniffles and hiccups and he let Hazel wipe his face clean.

“Better?”

“Y-Yeah, thanks.”

“Now can you tell me what happened today? It must have been really bad if it made you start smoking again.” After putting out his cigarette for Hazel’s sake, Theodore cleared his throat and finally opened up about all the many bad things that happened to him that day.

“That’s awful, you didn’t deserve to be treated like that, they know you can’t control it!”

“But it’s what I deserve, I only make things worse.”

“Don’t say that! Sure, you’re different and not everyone may like you, but think about all the people who love you, like me!” Hazel playfully stuck out her tongue and Theo couldn’t help but laugh.

“Thanks dear, we’re still going to that restaurant right?”

“Of course we are, I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” The alarm on Hazel’s phone, which was normally for closing time at her Cafe went off, but since the Cafe wasn’t open that day, the alarm served no real purpose besides disrupting their conversation, after turning it off, Hazel gave Theodore a kiss on the forehead and stood up.

“I have to go now, but I’ll be waiting for you! See ya!”

“Later, Toots!”

Thankfully, the rest of the day was pretty uneventful and Theo was ready to leave the studio and relax, but as he walked outside, he noticed Hazel sitting on a nearby bench.

“H-Have you been sitting out here the whole time?”

“I said I’d be waiting for you, didn’t I?”

Yeah, I guess you did, are you ready?”

“Mmhmm, let’s go!”

Sure, the day was pretty terrible but he got to be with Hazel so it was all worth it in the end, after all, that was just life behind the scenes.

#the noise #noisette #dougie jones #theodore noise #noisecouple #autistic!noise #autistic!noisette #pizza tower fanfic

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exhaustedrebel05 · 8 months

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Whatever the weather

Arcane Viktor x Fem! Reader

a/n: Hi, so this is the first time I post something that I wrote, I hope you like it.

I do not own anything here except the product of my creativity.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: mentioned feelings of despair, chronic illness, fluff, new fanfic writer who wrote this on a whim, and possible bad punctuation.

Tell me if I forgot something pls

Summary: You bring food to Viktor in the lab and end up having a moment.

Definitions: Zaya means "little bunny" in Russian. At least, that is what Google told me.

And here we go...

The hallways of the Academy echoed with your footsteps as you made your way to Viktor and Jayce's lab. Well, more Viktor's than Joyce's now that he was more involved in the political side of progress.

Viktor tried to act like the absence of his friend and fellow Hex tech founder didn't bother him, but you knew that deep down it did. You could see it in the way he was returning to old habits of believing he had to do everything on his own.

Even though he did not, and was not on his own. Especially with his declining health. It is not the best idea to leave him alone for hours on end.

You all understood that it was better if they had a say in the decisions regarding Hex tech's future. In order to ensure that it is safe from ending up in the wrong hands. Hands that would use it to destroy lives instead of improving them.

Nonetheless, it left much of the work for Viktor to go through alone, but he never complained. Your beloved is a man racing against time and fate.

Trying to complete and discover as much as his delicate body allows him to. Powering through all of the equations and push backs that came his way.

However, he could only do so much running on maybe four hours of sleep and the academy's cafeteria food. Which is why you were here, at his lab's door, fully expecting to see him hunched over his current project. Fully focused. Tuning out all of the world in order to improve it.

Knowing this, you don't even bother knocking on the large ancient doors; entering the lab filled with papers and project pieces scattered in a sort of organized chaos throughout the room. And in the back of said chaos is Viktor, sitting at his desk exactly as you imagined.

As you walk towards him, you decide to stand beside him and attempt to make your presence known without giving him a heart attack.

Like you had nearly done that one time.

You swear that man nearly jumped six feet from his chair when you placed a kiss on his cheek. Thinking that he had heard you come in.

No response...

With a gentle sigh, you lean down towards him and call his name in a sing-song voice. Hoping to bring him back to your plane of existence.

You reach out slowly, twinkling your fingers in front of him. He takes notice, chuckling as your fingers gently tap on the side of his face - then his nose.

"Hello love," He says, looking up to you with those golden orbs that make your knees weak. He sets down his work and kisses your hand.

"Hi, care for a break?" You ask, showing him the container of home cooked food you had brought him. He turns his chair to face you completely. His focus filled expression turned into delight.

"Hmmm, I suppose I could indulge." He answers, raising a mischievous eyebrow reaching out to take the food.

You move the container slightly out of his reach. Eyes trained on his expression of confusion that turns into acceptance of your challenge.

"Oh, that's how it is?" He asks, amusement apparent in his voice and expression.

"How what is?" You reply nonchalantly as possible, trying to keep a smile from spreading across your face.

The amusement filled amber eyes became daring as a beat of energy filled silence passed between you both. You were not protected from what came next.

Slender hands find their way to your waist and tickle you with no mercy. You squeal and try to move away, but you are held in place.

"Nah ah ah! Zaya, you are not getting away from me that easily!" He states as he attacks you with another wave of tickles.

"I surrender…I surrender!" You gasp, breathless from your laughter.

He hums satisfied with his victory and pulls you close, looking up into your eyes from his seated position.

Your cheeks are flushed from his little attack, and your eyes are bright from your laughter. The moment eases his mind and body. He wishes the two of you could stay here, like this, forever.

His life is not easy. At times, the pain is too much for his body, and he wants nothing more than for it to stop. To find peace and freedom from his all too delicate state.

But then who will finish all the work?

Understand all of his notes and research?

Progress doesn't happen on its own, and Jayce has his hands full with his new role.

Then there was you…

He never expected anyone to have a romantic interest in him, much less knowing that his time may no- would be limited. That in the end, you would be left all alone...

That is what troubled him the most.

You told him you would cross that bridge when you get there. That you understood what it meant to love him; and he was loved nonetheless.

It wasn't always easy, but that is what it means to love someone. It is standing beside them when times are at their worst. When they are at their worst.

Being there to help them back on their feet and facing the challenge together. He also knew how fortunate he was to have what so many others only dreamed about.

You place a hand on his cheek and brush the wild tousled hair out of his face with the other. Bringing him back from his thoughts, grounding him to the present.

"Hey, come back to me." Your voice is as soft as your expression. Eyes gazing lovingly into his own, which were equally enamored.

He gently tugs your arms, signaling for you to come closer.

"I am here."

His eyes never leave yours as he brings you in for a passionate kiss. He doesn't know what the future holds, but he knows you both will cross that bridge when you get there.

#arcane #viktor x reader #league of legends #arcane x female reader #arcane x reader

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honeysuckleharrington · 1 year

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i have a request! prompt 1 from the misc list with damon! i was just thinking about physical touch as a love language with him!! thank you :)) <3

— 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 | 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ

❛ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 ❜

yay!! i’m so excited to write for damon!! welcome to my little party, settle in and enjoy!!

living in mystic falls was unpredictable with its supernatural history, vampire attacks, lurking originals, werewolves, witches, and hybrids. so it wasn’t any surprise that you were on guard at every town event, ready to run at a moment’s notice and like clockwork: walking into the founder’s day party, you began to feel anxious.

you wrapped your arm around damon’s bicep, moving even closer to him than you were before as the two of you walked from room to room greeting everyone. he could hear your heart beating louder than normal and cursed himself for asking you to come with him, knowing town events were often less-than-enjoyable for you.

“we won’t stay long,” he leaned down and whispered, “promise,”

“i’m okay,” you smiled at him, knowing he was worrying about you. you squeezed his hand as sheriff forbes approached the two of you, a physical reminder that you were doing just fine.

you let damon do most of the talking for the remainder of the evening, he was always a bit more charismatic than you. he made a point to not let you go, not only for your sake but for his own. feeling your touch grounded him in a way that nothing else could ever seem to.

“hey, i’m gonna go get us some drinks,” you finally whispered, not wanting to interrupt his conversation with mayor lockwood. you squeezed his hand once again and left to find some refreshments.

while you were taking two glasses of champagne from the tray, a familiar face approached. an former classmate from high school, football player, and infamous douchebag.

“y/n!” he exclaimed, very clearly checking you out, “long time, no see,”

“oh hi, jake” you smiled politely, holding the drinks in your hands before turning around to return to damon, wanting to avoid the conversation altogether. before you could walk away, a hand was on your shoulder.

“no need to leave so quickly,” he said, teeth gritted, “look, i’m just being nice,”

“sorry, it’s just that i’m here with someone and-”

“and i’m sure i’m much better company,” he took damon’s glass from your hand and sipped it, leaning against the wall.

“it was really good to see you,” you replied, spitting the words out as fast as you could before turning on your heels and running right into your boyfriend which startled you slightly.

“woah,” he laughed under his breath, wrapping a protective arm around your shoulder and eyeing jake who had begun to go after you. again. “are you okay?”

you nodded, slipping your hand into his and holding his arm tightly as he escorted you from the party into the cool evening air, “just a guy i used to know,”

“dick,” he said, kissing your head and opening the passenger door of his car for you.

on the ride home, you’d dozed off slightly, the lull of the running engine and quiet radio made your eyes grow heavy. damon looked over at you, legs tucked up on the seat and head resting against the window. he held your soft hand, rubbing it lightly with his thumb. something to remind himself that you were safe and you were his.

#this is so bad i’m so sorry #slumber party #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore #tvd #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagines #tvd imagine #damon salvatore imagine #mystic falls

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idyllic-affections · 1 year

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Hello! I really appreciate that you are willing to write platonic fics🥹 Can I request douma with gn reader? Can be any trope you want

the founder's companion.

summary. doma has a child now! what could possibly go wrong?

trigger & content warnings. canon-typical blood & violence, cult discussions, doma is his own warning.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff. doma & demon!child!reader. 0.6k words. they/them pronouns for reader.

author's thoughts. hello dear! not only am i willing to write platonic fics, i ONLY write platonic fics teehee..... though i have posted other demon slayer requests, you were my first, so thank you! that's so real of you 🙏 this is pretty short, i'm sorry! if you would like a bit of a longer post, please do send in a slightly more specific request.

doma definitely has a habit of picking up random, orphaned, half-dead kids off of the street. he would totally do it all the time. he picks up random kids and turns them into demons. he just thinks they're so pitiful! it's so sad, he could just cry for them... seeing poor little children with no other hope forsake humanity and slowly become cruel demons is very entertaining for him, though. children are the pinnacle of human innocence, after all.

because of this, literally no-one is surprised when he shows up to an upper moon meeting with some kid balanced on his hip.

did he procreate??? did he take them under his wing after murdering their entire village?????? who knows. the other upper moons sure as hell don't. they don't care to either.

(akaza is kind of worried though because what the fuck? who let doma of all demons have a child??)

doma is oddly enamored with them, cooing at the way they absentmindedly toy with the ends of his blonde hair.

it's almost as if they feel no fear, no concern over the fact that the third most powerful demon in existence is holding them in his arms as if they were his own child... not that doma would feel anything towards a child of his own, of course.

if anything, the child he holds seems downright bored, murmuring some incoherent complaint about being dragged along again as they tiredly lay their head on upper moon two's shoulder, drifting in and out of consciousness.

the fact that they hold little fear towards muzan is also very concerning, but perhaps that has to do with the cult leader's influence; he sure as hell doesn't fear muzan, why should he teach them to?

they have no regard for... any demon, for that matter. the upper moons are collectively quite surprised to see them smile slightly at doma; it's the most expressive that little kid has been since the demons laid eyes on them... maybe that's part of why he took them in? their overall minimal expression seems to have made doma fond of them.

when they do express something, however...

their little fanged grin is very cute in doma's eyes. he thinks they're very cute. <3

he says shit like "you're so cute, i could just eat you up!" but he's dead serious. they genuinely don't give a single fuck. they probably just reply with something like "do it. i dare you. coward. you won't."

they're right, he won't.

(he could; he just chooses not to.)

i wholeheartedly believe daki and gyutaro would be jealous of them. doma knows this. he finds it funny, or as funny as an emotionless demon could find something to be, anyway.

those two know better than to harass them, though. it's in their best interests to let that child be, no matter how jealous it makes them.

doma is not the demon to enrage. the siblings know that; it's best that they don't push their luck with him.

the eternal paradise cult adores them.

(it's mostly because they wouldn't dare do anything to upset their founder, but still! some of those people are genuinely enamored with lord doma's little companion.)

everyone's always doting on them, spoiling them with the same twisted, religious love that they treat doma with.

what's really worrying, though, is that this demon child will inevitably grow into the same twisted habits that doma has.

akaza worries that they'll end up like him.

upper moon three is a demon; he's not heartless (some demons are, he supposes, but he is not one of them).

his concerns are reasonable.

because really, when faced with doma's tendencies towards messy bloodshed and violence, all they do is huff and point to a newly stained carpet: "look what you did. you got her blood on the new carpet, doma-sama. that will never come out."

demons have twisted relationships, but at the very least... doma's done nothing to hurt them.

hopefully, he never does.

please consider reblogging, it helps me out a lot!

#aphelion's headcanons 🌸#aphelion's requests 🌸#platonic demon slayer #platonic demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #platonic kny x reader #douma x reader #doma x reader #kimetsu no yaiba headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba x reader

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that-fic-girl · 1 year

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Montgomery gator x AFAB reader || NSFW ||

Note: More romance than smut, wanna give y’all them belly butterflies and I believe Monty isn’t a crazy aggressive sex driven maniac. LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT.

It was getting late in the pizza plex as you walked aimlessly around the halls of rockstar row, your phone had died and there was no way you was going home after such an eventful night of dancing and singing with your friends. However, you lost all of your mates in the roaring crowd of drunken adults and screaming people.

It was the 3rd anniversary of the Freddy fazbears pizza plex so there was huge party thrown for adults held by the founder of the pizzaplex.

Your legs and feet ached and your hair was ruffled up, you tried to find the bathroom to freshen yourself up but ended up wandering to the opening of Monty’s gator golf. You’ve never been inside never mind played golf so you decided to enter the smoky green lit entrance.

Most of the visitors had left and there was only a handful left so there was pretty much no one in the area, you decided to take your sore ass in.

You scanned the walls of the golf centre, the green light shimmered brightly, making your headache lightly worse and the smoke gathered around the man made lakes smelled just like what you assumed a bayou would smell like, it filled your brain with ecstasy.

As you was walking you noticed a woman’s sign for the bathroom, your eyes lit up as you started to walk slightly faster until you felt something on your shoulder, you turned around to see a huge figure towering over you. You blinked trying to refresh your eyes to help you see the mysterious gigantic person behind you. You recognised them almost immediately.

“Hello little darlin’, what do you think you’re doing around these parts?”

His voice boomed throughout the centre, you trembled under his touch.

“I-I was lost… I was trying to find the bathroom but stumbled here”

He slumped down to your size and gave you a almost sympathetic look.

“Aww I’m sorry sweet thing, want to come with me? That bathroom is out of order”

You felt so small in his presence, his figure making you feel as if he could crush you at any moment. Despite you not even needing the bathroom, you obliged anyway.

You and Monty talked whilst walking through the halls, mainly about your every day life and what it’s like being a glamrock.

“Hahaaa! You’re funny darlin’. How come I haven’t seen you around the plex before?”

You smiled and replied,

“This was my only day off work and I’ve never really found the time to come here, but I’m glad you did”

Both of you smiled at eachother, then stared.

“You know, you’re quite beautiful. I’m glad I caught you before you left.”

You blushed at the sentiment. Smiling you put a hand on his arm.

“Aren’t you a cutie! Thank you mr gator!”

He chuckled at the name, putting a hand on your lower back. He turned to you and smirked.

“Why don’t we go to my room instead? I’m sure we can have a lot of fun together”

You smiled and nodded, taking his hand and changing direction to his room.

The walk back was physically silent but the silence was telling. The way he smiled and stared at you made you feel so fuzzy in his presence. Your smile comforted him.

You entered his room, kicking some of his trashed out merch that seems to be have thrown out of your way. He guided you to the torn couch and bent down infront of you, slowly taking off your heels.

“Now, doesn’t that feel better?”

He massaged your feet, his fingers leading up to your ankle and to your calf. You blushed, feeling your stomach tighten and your breath hitch with an overwhelming feeling you kicked his hand of gently.

“You’re such a flirt, mr gator”

“Isn’t that a good thing? I can’t resist you darlin’. You’re gorgeous AND funny”

His hand slightly spreaded your legs wandering up the hem of your slim fitted dress.

Your head filled with clouds, is this really happening? Are you actually flirting with a ROBOT? He acts like a human so at least there’s a little humanity in this.

“Mmm… that’s it beautiful, keep grinding against my finger like that”

You left you dream land fantasy and darted your eyes down, you where so intoxicated by your ecstasy that you hadn’t realised you had been mindlessly grinding on and off of his hand the whole time.

You covered your face with your hands, embarrassed.

“Aww darlin’, don’t cover that pretty face up. I want to see how you react”

He smirked, his eyes glimmering in the darkness. It was dim but you could still see the lust in his eyes. Your stomach felt as if it was on fire. He rubbed you faster through your underwear as you swore under your breath and let out a few uncontrolled moans.

He moved his hand away, making your hips buck up to him, missing the sensation he was giving you. His hands slid your waist and pushed you down keeping you still.

“Cmon, I need you all nice and soaked for me before I give you it.”

You gave him a nervous look. You haven’t actually thought this through and this guy is HUGE. your breath hitched.

“You DO want it? Right darlin’?”

He shot you a concerned glance.

“y-yes YES ofcourse I do, just a little nervous. I don’t ecactly do this all the time you know.. haha..”

You chuckled nervously.

“You have nothing to worry about beautiful, I’m going to be gently I promise.”

He made you feel comfortable and warm.

He placed you horizontally on his couch, scooting over in front of your legs. He pulled them up, stretching next to eachother and leaning against his shoulders. He slowly pulled up your dress and pulled down your underwear, his breath hitching at the sight he was seeing.

“My, you are beautiful darlin’”

He opened your legs, moving his fingers down to rub your slit. He slowly lifted his hands to his crotch and pulled out his cock. You gulped at the sight.

Shifting more towards you he pushed the tip to your entrance.

“Hold on to my hand darlin’, this will hurt a bit”

He pushed inside of you, slowly and painfully. You whinced and squeezed his finger. He moved his hand to your cheek and gave you an almost apologetic look.

After a few minutes of pushing in and getting you comfortable he started to move in and out. The pain was riden out by pleasure and the overwhelming ecstasy he gave you.

He moaned and huffed in pleasure as he pounded into you. Something about the way he looked at you made your stomach tense up nervously but in a good way.

You grabbed onto his shoulders as his lifted your legs to spread them wider, hitting your good spot perfectly.

“A-ah! That’s it! Mmm.. it feels so good” you moaned, looking into his eyes.

You could tell he was at the edge due to the amount of “good girl”’s and breathy moans he let out. After a few more pumps you arched your back as you let yourself loose.

“Ahaha! That’s it darlin! Let go for me, feel good for me!”

He held onto you as he came, kissing your colorbone. It felt amazing.

His hands moved down to your legs as he got up.

“Gosh you are even more beautiful after you cum darlin’”

You giggled, pulling him down to give him a kiss. He stared into your eyes and couldn’t help but love the way your face looked lust drunk and dazed.

He pulled off your dress, trying to make you more comfortable and pulled the blanket over you. He put your phone on charge and brought you some water.

“Aww Monty, you didn’t have to do that.”

Kissing your forehead his placed the water next to the couch.

“You need it baby, you did so well for me and I don’t want you to go sleep dehydrated”

You smiled and held his cheek, drifting off to sleep.

THE END.

Hope you enjoyed my comeback. Did all of this sat next to my friend whilst she told me about internet scandals.

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thelonelyarchon · 2 months

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🧶✂️ SEVERED FATES

Pairing: Artem Wing x Rosa, Artem Wing x Fem!Reader (in future chapters)

Summary: (Unofficial summary) Artem Wing is regularly praised for his ability to compose himself in any situation. Despite bombarding himself with paperwork and cases to appeal at court, he never once found himself in a situation where he was totally lost and helpless... that is until his birthday arrives. Plagued by nightmares and sudden illness this time of the year, it's a yearly tradition of the young senior attorney to pray at Cloudbreak Temple since he entered lawschool, the year it all began. It was the same thing every year. Pray and pray for answers. But what if... this year is different? And with the arrival of a mysterious but familiar heiress, he might just get his answers.

"Find what was severed and repair it," said the monk.

But... what must he repair?

Content Warning: Mentions of chest pains, unconscious Artem, overworking, description of fatigue, slightly unnerving imagery of being shot, does not follow Tears of Themis timeline religously, slightly ooc characters, angst (?), not-proof-read

Author's Note: This is an experimental post/prologue! I've had this crazy Gufeng!Artem x Fem!Reader angst fic at the back of my mind since last year and I was too scared to write it. Luckily, I found mysekf writing it earlier today after I finally got the go sign to stop my medicatiom for anxiety. What a better way to celebrate it than writing something that I was scared to bring into life beforehand! Anyway, if this gets positive feedbacks and interested readers, then I'll continue the series!

“AND THAT is why you should take this opportunity to rest, Artem. You’ll exhaust yourself this way,” Celestine pinched the bridge of her nose as she fought back another wave of nausea. The older senior attorney and co-founder of Themis Law Firm was in her first trimester of pregnancy, and her stress was getting to her.

Artem refused to look at Celestine. The pile of paperwork and casefiles sitting on top of his desk prevented him from doing so. He had been stuck in a vicious cycle of ‘work, eat, sleep, repeat’ for the last three weeks as the firm had an influx of cases to be handled at the end of March and early April. Nearly all senior attorneys in the firm were preoccupied with their cases, and Artem had the higher task of overseeing all of them.

“I know how to take care of myself, Celestine. You, on the other hand, should focus on your health and not on mine. You’ll exhaust yourself this way.” Artem lets out a small huff as he smiles to himself. Celestine’s mouth was wide agape.

Did Artem just throw her concerns back at her?

“You’re unbelievable,” she sighs. “I really can’t persuade you, no?”

Artem shakes his head without lifting his gaze from the paper he’s scanning. Using the blue silicone page-turner he has on his index finger and thumb, he smoothly flips through another page or two while scanning its contents.

She figures that she can’t persuade the young attorney no matter what she does. After all, Artem just earned another title in the industry: senior monster attorney.

“But I’m being serious now. Like for real, this time. Artem, I know you want to keep me stress-free… but I can completely manage my nausea in court. I can help you. It’s not like I’m incapacitated mentally, too!” Celestine argues.

In the two years he’s been working with Celestine, they’ve developed a sibling-like relationship. Artem understood where her concern was coming from. To be frank, he doesn’t know when was the last time he had a proper sleep. Usually, he’d go home late in the night only to eat and then do some more reading and compiling of evidence until he fell asleep. He would wake up to his alarm blaring, hastily dressing himself up for work before arriving at the firm to continue where he left off the night before. He would be lying if he didn’t admit he was overworking himself.

“I’m fine, Celestine. Reading more won’t hurt me.”

“Yeah, it won’t but I will hurt you if you don’t rest now while I’m still being kind,” Celestine turned her back to him and crossed her arms. She walks towards the door before turning her head at him again only to emphasize what she said. “That’s an order from your boss, Artem! Rest or you’re fired.”

For the first time since the moment Celestine entered his office twenty minutes ago, Artem lifted his head to look at the senior attorney. Maybe it was from the frustration she felt but Celestine wasn’t smiling. He gently dropped his pen on his table and closed the folder with the casefiles he was supposed to finish reading by lunchtime.

He rests his elbows on his desk and uses the back of his entwined fingers as support for his chin. He learned it is best not to provoke a pregnant woman or he might just have to deal with her tears. He is efficient at dealing with court trials, but he’s aware he’s useless when it comes to stopping women’s tears.

“Fine, Celestine. You won,” he leans back on his chair and loosens his necktie. Now that he took the time to relieve himself of his duties, he could feel the fatigue consuming him.

His eyes feel itchy and dry from all that reading, and he knows he may just need a pair of glasses if he continues to abuse his eyesight like this.

When was the last time he slept well again? Yesterday? Two days ago? Maybe.

“Mr. Wing, I have here last month’s pending civil cases! These haven’t been looked at yet so Kiki was hoping if you could-”

“Ah! Rosa, there you are! You’re just in time!” Celestine exclaims as she claps.

Rosa jolts back in surprise as Celestine bombards her with a hug. She laughs nervously and looks at Artem. Her smile drops upon seeing his face. He looked… like a homeless man. He looks horrible!

“I’m on time for what…?”

“I have an important favor to ask of you and it’s more of a personal favor, but I’m willing to give you a bonus for it!” Celestine said.

Rosa’s eyes widened as she stepped back and raised her hand. Just what happened here? A bonus sounded tempting, but Rosa knew that when Celestine asks for personal favors these days, it usually involved three things: pregnancy cravings, dealing with impertinent clients, or Mr. Wing.

And with the sight of Artem casually sprawled over his office chair nearly passed out from fatigue, she knew she should be nervous.

“Ah… hahahaha… uhm. Ahem! C-celestine?”

Celestine grinned and moved behind her. She pushed Rosa inside the room towards Artem and stood by the door. She reaches for the handle.

“Rosa, make sure Artem doesn’t step foot inside the law firm for the next week or so nor have him hold anything related to work! That’s an order. Don’t worry, I'll count both of your absences as a paid one-week leave,” she slyly smiles. Rosa was horrified.

She will… babysit Artem for a week!? She should feel happy that despite chilling around for the next week or so, she was still being paid. But… she’s spending her week with Mr. Wing!? Now, now! That’s uncalled for!

“N-now h-hold on for a second, Celestine–!”

Celestine laughs as she pulls the door close. Before she could close it, she left her with one more instruction, “Oh. One more thing. Artem’s relieved from the cases he has right now except for next month’s trial. And by the way, it’s nearly the 26th. Keep an eye on Artem, will you?”

Rosa’s eyes softened when she saw the genuine concern on Celestine’s face. She knows Celestine and Artem’s mother are close, and she treats him like a brother. It was also Mr. Wing’s birthday week. But for some reason, there was something deeper behind the meaning of her instruction.

Keep an eye on him… for what? Or… from what?

As soon as the door clicked shut, Artem let out a sigh. Rosa turned to his way.

“That Celestine… really,” he sits up from his chair. “I’m sorry you had to do this. You may refuse to do so if you like.”

Rosa shook her head and offered him a smile. “It’s alright, Mr. Wing. At least it’s me you’re with. That way, I can still bend the rules and allow you to sneak a peek at your work from time to time,” she winks and gives him two thumbs up.

Artem chuckles as he smiles warmly. “Right. Well, help me arrange these files. I’ll leave the other cases to Celestine and I’ll bring the ones for next month.”

“Copy that, Mr. Wing!” Rosa said enthusiastically.

As Artem stood to fix his things, he noticed the calendar sitting on top of his desk where the keys to his car were placed in a bowl. The date April 26th was encircled in red marker ink ominously. Artem holds his chest as the familiar sense of foreboding creeps up to him. He sighs and shakes his head.

Rosa notices the sudden change in his demeanor. “Are you alright?”

Artem looks at her and smiles. “Yes. Also… would you like to come with me to Cloud Break Temple?”

Rosa’s eyes sparkled at his offer.

Cloud Break Temple… their spot. It’s been a while since they’ve been there.

“Of course… Artem.” She said softly.

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“WHAT are you going to pray for, Mr. Wing?” Artem looks at Rosa as she speaks. Currently, they stood at the arch at the entrance of the temple. Many tourists and locals were climbing the long stairs up to the temple. Some were students, some were elderly, and some were even pregnant.

The bustling sound of the temple and the bells and windchimes comforted Artem. He never really admitted it, but for some reason, the temple was a safe refuge for him. Although, during the week before his birthday, he would feel an ominous shadow looming behind him.

“Hmm, nothing. I was just going to pray for well-being.” He said.

“Ah! If I remember correctly, last year you went here for your birthday, too. Is this a yearly tradition?” She asks.

“You could say that. It only started when I pursued law school.”

“Huh?” Rosa asked, confused.

Naturally, Rosa didn’t know everything about Artem despite the blooming affection between the two of them. Artem has yet to pursue her officially. However, in the short time she was able to work with Artem, she could somehow get a gist of who he was and how his mind worked.

It’s only been a year since she met Artem and worked for him at the law firm and NXX so this came as a surprise.

Artem looked at her and smiled. He reached for the top of her head and gently caressed it. Rosa’s cheeks were flushed. Artem could feel his burning too. He clears his throat and retracts his hand away before walking deeper into the temple.

The temple was still the same, although a few areas had been closed off for construction. When they got to the area to get their tickets, he found a familiar face. It was the old monk that had entertained them last year.

“Oh! It’s you two darlings again.” He started. Rosa and Artem laughed at his words. They greeted the monk together.

“How have you been? Are you here to pray for safety? What about the exam? Or, is it marriage again young man?”

Artem blushed as he shook his head and laughed nervously. “How I wished to, but it is not my purpose for coming today. I am here to pray for–” At the corner of his eye, he caught a shadow walking past him, stopping him in his tracks. The words remained at the tip of his tongue as he trailed off.

It was a shadow… no, it’s a silhouette. No… it was a woman who walked past him.

Before Artem could turn around to see who it was, he found himself clutching his chest as a searing pain radiated throughout his body. He falls to his knees.

In his mind, he thought his fatigue was finally catching up to him. Was it a heart attack?

“I can’t… I can’t breathe.” Artem muttered.

“What is wrong with me?”, Artem thought as he felt his consciousness slipping away.

“Artem! Mr. Wing! Are you alright? Can you hear me?” He could hear Rosa’s distant, frantic cries for help as people surrounded them. His eyelids fluttered open as he fought back to keep himself conscious. But it was so… heavy. It was just like the last time last year. It was as if his chest was just shot.

HIs head lolled back and his eyes rolled back as he struggled to fight back. He was sure he would lose consciousness now. His hand clutched his chest even harder. It was even more difficult to breathe. He could see the face of the old monk looming over his figure.

"Am I… on the ground? Why is the sky the only thing I can see?"

The monk's face was void of emotion as if studying the strange thing that he had just seen. But what is it? Why is he staring at him as if he knew this would happen and he knew why it happened? Artem couldn’t bear to look at the disappointment on his face. What did he do wrong?

He turns to his side as the last bits of his consciousness leave him. His eyes landed on the wishing tree, the same one on which he and Rosa had hanged their tablets. Visions began to form as he hallucinated.

Blink.

“Oh… what a lovely tree. It’s more luscious now this time of the year.”, Artem thought as the tree became much more younger-looking. It lacks the wooden tablets that were hung on its branches.

Blink.

“Who… who are they?”

A man and a young noble lady met under a younger-looking wishing tree. This time, the first tablets were hanged by the two. Two entwined fates, one lucky and one unlucky…tightly tied together to make a fortunate one.

“Why… am I seeing this?”

Blink.

It was only a split second before the scene changed again. Artem found himself screaming for help when an arrow was shot towards someone. Before he could see who shot the arrow, the searing pain in his chest became unbearable and the last bits of his consciousness finally slipped away as the arrow pierced his heart.

On the other end of the temple's grounds, you, the woman who happened to pass by the area, stopped to look at the commotion behind you. You tilt your head off to the side as you eye the young man who's sprawled unconscious on the floor.

"Who is he?" You asked the man in black beside you.

"A young man has fainted, Madam. It was the one you happened to pass by just now. It's not of your concern. The staff has called for help. We must leave now if we are to catch the plane by tonight." He said.

The urgency in his voice was unmistakable, but you chose to ignore him. You took of your sunglasses to take a better look at the man. Your brows twitched at the familiar face. Who would've thought the one lying on the ground and causing a commotion would be the youngest senior attorney in Stellis City? Artem Wing.

A slight smirk played on your lips as you thought of the Gods giving you a favor. Perfect timing. He's the right man you need for tue job you have in mind.

"Hugo," you gently eyed your bodyguard to signal hik to come closer to you. He quickly moves beside you to hear your request.

"Yea, Madam?"

"Get the car. I would like to personally bring the man to the hospital." You wore your sunglasses and turned around to exit the temple grounds. Younhear your bodyguard choke on air at your order.

"P-pardon, Madam!?"

"You heard me once. No need to make me say it twice."

"U-understood." He jogs back to the scene where a staff was frantically attempting to awaken Artem. You on the other hand, refused to look back. Once your guard was out of sight, you couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"I hope I'm doing the right thing by helping you, Attorney Wing. Don't make me regret this." You mutter.

You though you should have a little more faith in him. After all, you just hit the jackpot. Maybe the gods really did hear your prayers today. With the case you were entangled with, sure enough Stellis's top senior attorney can help you win this and clear your name. 99.9% win rate? Yes, helping him is worth it. You just hoped he would think that way, too.

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clumsiestgiantess · 29 days

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Chapter 23 of The Other-world Universe; Erica finally gets to see Alexis’ world! But at what cost?

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[Welcome to the Real World]

It was almost surreal, having Erica in my own world. I stood stunned for a moment before a pained shriek filled the air. Immediately, I put Erica down on the surface of the basement’s pool table, scared that I must've grabbed her a bit too hard. However, once my hands dropped away, I realized it was something else entirely. Erica fell to the ground, writhing in pain as small electrical currents buzzed around her. I could only sit and watch in concern as she cried out, unsure what was happening. My hands hovered around her — wanting to hold her yet knowing that moving her would make the pain worse.

Shit! Do I bring her back?! It’s.. It’s the same thing that happened to me when I came to her world. I briefly wondered if Erica would get the same abilities I had when I was electrocuted, but as the shock quickly faded away, I realized that this was a shorter version of what I'd experienced. She hadn't been through the powerful lightning storm like I had. She would likely be her normal self, despite the painful way she'd arrived.

Slowly, Erica sat up, taking in a few exhausted breaths. "What- What the fuck was that?" she gasped. "That's the reason I've avoided bringing you here," I answered her, "I really didn’t know what might happen to you while crossing over to my world. All the electrical stuff is similar to what happened to me the first time I came to your world, only a lot shorter."

With shaking legs, Erica stood up and took in the massive room around her, mouth agape and eyes wide. After the initial shock of the sheer scale of everything wore off, she turned back to me, suddenly full of hostility. "I told you I don't want to be here! Take me back! Now!" I shook my head, "Erica please just listen; if I go back there the founders are going to tell me to fight. The portal giants are going to come for the Cavern Town, and they’re going to catch me!”

“But what about me? What if I would rather stay there and face things rather than try to live in this gigantic place that isn’t made to fit me? It’s.. I don’t like it here!” I reached out and stroked her arm, “You’ll be better off here, trust me." Erica reared backwards as if I'd struck her. "Shut up. Shut the fuck up! Don't you dare tell me what you think would be better for me! I know what's best for me, not you! Alexis, you are not making me live a life I don't want to! Not again!" Speechless, I bent over slightly beside the table, trying to read her expression. "I can't go back," I whispered softly, "I just.. I can't." “So you’re gonna keep me here?!”

Erica stood seething for a moment, then turned on her heel and stormed away from me down the length of the pool table. "Where are you going?" "Away from you!" "You can't get off this table, it's too high up." I shuddered as she let out a maniacal chuckle. "Just you watch me."

My face scrunched in concern. She's not actually going to try to climb down from there, right? Instantly, I had about twenty flashbacks of Erica doing various stupid things that could've gotten her killed. Oh my god, she's going to try to climb down from there. "Erica, stop," I insisted, but I could tell she was determined to get away. She certainly wasn't going to listen to reason right then, especially after comparing her current situation to my controlling her. I would never control her, not ever again.

I'm just protecting her, and myself. Why can't she see that? Before Erica could do something dangerous, I grabbed a small decorative birdcage from a pile of discarded things that were meant for the dumpster, and swept her inside. I knew that if I tried to grab her, she would only dodge me again. This way, I could keep her contained without accidentally hurting her or letting her escape. "Have you lost your goddamn mind!?" she yelped as she fell inside, "What do you think you're doing!?"

"Let’s see,” I began sarcastically. “I brought you here so you can be safe from the world, and I put you in there to keep you safe from yourself," I explained matter-of-factly. Erica stared at me, appalled. "This is fucked-up! You're treating me like.. like a pet! Let me the hell out of here right fucking now before I lose my shit!" "I think you've already lost it," I joked. "Alexis, I'm not kidding, let me out!" Her voice switched from infuriated to fearful mid-sentence.

"Nope. I'm going to keep you in there until you can calm down." So saying, I stepped over to the couch with the little cage and carefully sat, avoiding too much pain from the injuries I'd gained in the fight. I placed the birdcage on the ottoman in front of me — Erica grasping at the thin wire bars for support. I watched her wildly look around her enclosure while easing myself down to lay on the cushions like I had before. A few heavy breaths rasped from my lungs as my growing bruises ached.

"Look at you in there," I cooed playfully, turning my head to look at Erica. "You look like you are my little pet." I reached over to wiggle my fingers through the cage at her, but froze as I saw her eyes moisten with tears.

"Alexis...?" her voice tapered off in a mixture of uncertainty and fear that sobered me instantly. "Alexis, please; I'm seriously begging you. Don't do this to me. This isn't funny. I- I'm scared." I bit my lip, hand drifting backwards as I realized what I'd done. Capturing her like this was like taking away her free will all over again. Only this time, I was abusing my physical power over her to do it. I had only been messing around, calling her my pet; I didn’t actually intend to keep her locked away. I was tired and in pain and keeping her there was the easiest solution to fix this awful situation, but she didn't know that. For all Erica knew, this would be her life now.

Slowly, I sat back up through the throbbing of my bruises and moved down to kneel in front of the cage so we could be more level with eachother. The way I was kneeling hurt my back immensely, but it was too late to get back up. I slid the cage’s metal door open, unlocking it from the outside. Erica rushed to the opening, edging cautiously past my hand which held the door. Once she was outside, I picked up the cage and gently tossed it at the junk pile. We held each other's gaze for a moment before I tore mine away.

"I'm such an awful person," I whispered, turning so I wouldn’t have to face her. "Erica, I'm so so sorry. I would never take over your life again, I swear. It's just.. I’m scared.” My voice weakened into a sob and I took a shaking breath to quickly recover, slowly turning back to her. "I don't want to live in your world anymore, but I don't want to live without you. And I didn't want to make the same mistake of abandoning you again, so I wanted to take you with me. I didn’t know what to do, I just want you with me. I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. Please forgive me, Erica. Please."

I was practically in tears then. My already horrible voice had dropped to a ragged whisper. The room was so deathly silent for what felt like an eternity. Finally, Erica held out her hands to me — a sign for me to come to her. I delicately rested my chin on top of the ottoman, letting her palms gently fall to my skin.

"It's alright," Erica said in a half whisper, voice wobbly with tears. "Just don't scare me like that again, ok?" She leaned forward on her toes, resting her forehead on the bridge of my nose. "We'll figure out a better way to solve this. I'll help you." “I- I didn’t mean it, I promise,” I whimpered, "I don't want to scare you.” "You usually don't," she replied kindly, "but Alexis…" I looked up at her, "You need to listen to me, alright? The only thing you do that scares me is not listening, because then I feel like I don't have a choice. I have the right to get a say in what we do, or at the very least, what I do. Do you understand?" I pulled away from her to give a full nod. "We need to be together on things from now on if I'm going to live here." "You mean you'll stay?" "I'll think about it."

Everything quieted for a moment as we both calmed down. "You do realize that if we stay here, we'd be leaving everyone in my world to be captured, right? Or.. Or killed?" Of course I knew that. That’s why I’d put off the very idea of abandoning everything until then. I nodded solemnly. “I want to stay and protect people, but you saw what happened out there,” I said, gesturing to the bruises purpling on my arms and throat. There were dozens more beneath my clothing; I could feel them. “I can’t save everyone on my own.”

“You could always make me a weapon. Then you won’t have to fight alone.” "Erica, we've talked about this. I'm not putting you in danger." She crossed her arms, looking pointedly up at me. "What did I just say about listening to me?" I sighed, "I am listening, I just don't want you to get hurt." Erica shook her head slightly, "Is that your excuse for everything? I can protect myself, you know."

That is my excuse for everything, isn't it? I thought solemnly. It's the justification behind at least half the things I do for her. I hesitated a moment, "But, Erica.. can you? Whenever I'm not with you it seems like you're in trouble," I explained carefully. "When I didn't stay up to protect you, you were taken by the Cavern Town people, when I left for four years, I found you chained up. Even when I left you with that money the very first time, you fell into debt after you used it all." Erica glanced away from me, holding her arms tighter against herself. "I'm not trying to be rude or arrogant,” I explained, “I'm genuinely asking you because I've seen so much proof that you can't take care of yourself."

The room dropped into dead silence for the longest time. I could tell Erica was struggling with something internally. Her expression was a mixture of pain and sorrow and regret — all shifting around overlapping eachother. She took in a shuddering breath of air and finally turned to me.

"I guess.. I guess you would think that, wouldn't you? You've only known me so long; you've only seen what's happened to me after John and I... broke up. He made me into this — twisted my mind. I wasn't always like this. I wasn't always this desperate and needy, and I don't want to be." Her downcast expression slowly shifted into a small smile as she gazed up at me, "You're helping me fix that, though. I just needed someone to help shield the blows for a little while so I could get back on my own two feet. And you've done that for me, both figuratively and literally, and for that I can never thank you enough. That's part of the reason I fell for you."

I started tearing up again, this time with happiness rather than guilt. Reaching an upturned hand over the ottoman, I watched as Erica effortlessly stepped onto it. I gently held her in front of me, taking in her tiny form like it was the very first time I was seeing her. It was beyond belief to have Erica standing there, in my own world. It felt like a dream.

"I think I'm ready to stand on my own again," Erica said after a while. "Now, that doesn't mean I don't want you around. And it certainly doesn't mean that I don't love you, because I do. But no one wants to feel like they can't protect themself, including me. I can still be on my own and depend on you. The same way you're on your own, but sometimes depend on me. That's what friends, and girlfriends, are for." Nodding slightly, I carefully held Erica between a few of my fingers as I moved one hand to wipe the tears from my eyes. After she was settled safely in the palm of my hand again, I cleared my throat. "Alright, I'll draw up some weapon plans for you tomorrow, but right now I need some rest. My bruises are killing me; I don't know how I'm going to hide them from my family."

Erica's eyes widened at the mention of my relatives. "You- I mean- They don't know about me, right? They don't know about my world?" I shook my head, slowly sitting up to stand with the least amount of pain. Still, I had to take several large breaths to combat it. Erica flinched and gave me a sympathetic look as I winced. I could tell she was going to say something about my injuries, but I quickly moved on.

"I'll have to hide you as well. Though, I think that'll actually be easier than hiding my battle wounds." Erica chuckled breathily, "Do you have a pocket for me to hide in?" "Of course I do. It's just my pants pocket though." "Ugh," Erica grumbled, "I guess I can deal with it for now."

I opened one of my pockets with a free hand, and held up the one Erica sat on like a platform, aligned with the opening. Carefully, she slid down inside. "Boy, does this bring back memories," she muttered as she situated herself at the bottom of her hiding place. "It's just until we get to my room, then I'll lock the door and bring you out, ok?" Erica nodded and I let the pocket fall over her.

As nonchalantly as I could, I ascended the stairs to the main floor. Thankfully, the only person there was my grandfather. He was already fast asleep on the couch with the TV still depicting the night's baseball game. Tiptoeing into my room down the hall, I triple-checked that my door was locked before scooping Erica out of my pocket. I really did not want my brother or my father accidently walking in on me and Erica. Then, I'd have a lot of explaining to do. Fortunately, my room is separate from the others' — far down a hallway past one of the ‘guest’ bedrooms that was really used for storage.

Gazing down at my pants pocket, I hesitated just inches away from its opening. The last time I'd moved her from one, Erica had panicked in my grasp. I slowly lifted it open, uncertainly wondering how to get her out without scaring her. Before I could think of a solution, Erica reached up for my fingers. However, they were out of her reach and she disappointedly lowered herself back down. "It's alright," she reassured me, "Pick me up. I trust you." Nodding slightly, I slid a few fingers down next to her and hoisted her out. I tried to be a bit more gentle with the way I held her, but there just wasn't enough room for both Erica and my hand inside the pocket. I ended up lifting her out in a very similar fashion to the first time I'd done it at the lake — her tiny torso pinched lightly between my fingers.

As quickly as I could without disorenting her, I shifted my hand so she could sit comfortably again. I watched nervously as she quietly gazed around my room. "Wow, so this is where you used to live," Erica said absentmindedly, "This is your old bedroom, right? I think I remember you saying something about your own apartment somewhere?" I nodded, briefly wondering when I'd even told her that. I'd probably mentioned it some late night when we'd both stayed up due to Erica's awful nightmares.

"I knew you had a place in your own world, but I never imagined… I mean, everything's so massive. I feel like I'm looking at an optical illusion; like none of this is actually real." She chuckled, looking back at me as I let her down on my old desk. "Is it weird that I think you look out of place with everything being your size? Suddenly, you just.. I don't know…" Erica's voice tapered off, thinking hard. "You look normal for once. I'm the outlier here." I watched intently as Erica took in everything around her. This was another reason I hadn't previously brought her to my world. It would take her a while to get used to the scale. All her talk about optical illusions and being the outlier reminded me of my first week in the other-world.

When Erica's gaze finally landed on me again, it was filled with wonder. "In my world I would sometimes call you a giant, but seeing you in your own world it's so weird. I guess I've known for years that you're a normal person and not some crazy otherworldly being, but I don't think it ever really clicked until just now."

I gently reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. It had gotten ruffled up when she hid in my pocket. I could see her blush slightly as she reached up and held my single finger in her hands. “I’m sorry I haven’t been listening to you, Erica," I apologized earnestly. "I’ll try to be better. Any time you feel like I’m ignoring you, just tell me and I’ll listen. I promise.” Her small smile brightened, instantly melting my heart. “Thank you,” Erica whispered, slightly choked up. We held each other's gazes briefly before I cleared my throat and turned away, bringing my finger away from her side. It hurt my back to stay leaning close to her like that.

“Alright, if you’re going to live here for a bit, then we’ll have to set up somewhere for you to stay.” "Don't plan on anything too extended," Erica said, "Remember, we still have one last shot at saving my world." I nodded, getting up, "You need something, though. What are you going to sleep on?" While we spoke, I gathered a washcloth or two from my bathroom for her to use as covers. Erica watched me set things up with a confused expression. "Why am I sleeping on rags?" she asked me, sounding almost offended. "There's a perfectly good bed right there."

Following her gesture, I realized she was talking about my full-sized bed. "Umm, that one's taken. It's mine." Erica rolled her eyes, "Haven't you heard of sharing?" I blinked, "You- But- You could easily get lost in all that! Or I could crush you, or-" "Alexis," she said in a sing-song voice, "I don't feel like I'm being listened to." Sighing, I gave Erica a tired look. "I just gave you a free pass to let you do whatever you want, didn't I?" She shrugged, "Hey, you're the one who offered it to me." "Fine," I relented, "You can sleep in my bed with me."

"Yes!" Erica cheered, pumping her fist in the air. I smiled softly. I adore when she's happy. I don't get to see it nearly as often as I should. Once I got ready for bed, I offered Erica my outstretched hand. She hopped in giddily and I made my way to the bed. Laying on it was so comforting that I felt my eyes tear up. Finally the throbbing pain from my cuts and bruises subsided.

Tilting my hand, I let Erica slide off it and onto a pillow I drew to my side. Immediately, she sank onto its surface and snuggled into it, sighing comfortably. "Wow! I need a bed like this in my world!" "This would probably fit in a football stadium," I laughed. She grumbled, "I ment a smaller one." "Isn't that just a larger beanbag chair?" Erica cast me an annoyed glance between the fabric of my pillow. "No," she countered, “My thing is different. And better."

I smiled and slid closer, enveloping her in a giant-sized kiss. As my lips grazed over her whole face, Erica sat up slowly and pulled herself into them. She held out for as long as she could, but eventually, she had to pull away to take a breath of air.

Even after our kiss ended, I kept my face next to hers. Erica snuggled closer to me, spooning the bridge of my nose as she stared lovingly into my eyes. Our gazes whispered 'I love you' in a thousand silent ways — too much to say, but just enough to mean everything we wanted. Carefully, I brought my hand up behind her. My thumb stroked her arm gently, lulling her into sleep. Butterflies and dopamine filled me up inside as I watched Erica's eyelids droop lower and lower.

Just before she fell unconscious, Erica reached up sleepily and pulled my thumb in closer. She cuddled it to her chest as the rest of my fingers fell into place around her. I cautiously slid my nose away from her, instead bringing my hand up against her back. With a small sigh, Erica scooted into my grasp, adjusting herself so that she fit perfectly against the palm of my hand. At last, her breathing slowed and her body fell slack, drifting into a deep sleep. She was absolutely and awe-inspiringly adorable. I held her for a while, watching her tiny chest rise and fall with each breath.

Every time a moment like that happened, I was always struck by her small size. That night was no different; the feeling was only heightened by the normalcy of the rest of the world around me. How idiotic I was to think Erica might live with me there. She was so small she couldn't even walk the length of my bed without getting tired.

The difference in our heights always leaves us at a dramatic impasse. Erica couldn’t live in a world where everything was twenty or thirty times her size. I couldn’t live in a world where everything was scaled to the size of my hand or smaller. But however screwed up our living situation was, there was no denying our love for eachother.

Today, Erica forgave me so easily. I hadn't made a big deal of it because we'd moved on to bigger issues with the other-world, but I was fascinated by Erica's ability to not let anything faze her. Though, I knew through years of experience that half the time she just bottled everything up to do so. Cautiously, I slid my hand out from behind her, leaned over, and gently kissed her side. “I love you so much,” I whispered softly. Gently stroking her arm one last time, I lay back on my own bed for the first time in a long time. I gave myself about a foot of room between myself and Erica, just so I wouldn't accidentally crush her, and fell asleep.

I found that my distancing hadn't actually helped in the slightest once I woke up the next morning, however. Still partially asleep, I lifted my arms in a lazy stretch when I heard a tiny gasp and froze. Slowly lowering my arms, I felt Erica's body shift as she carefully sat up. I'd been laying on my side with Erica snuggled on my pillow between my shoulder and my chin. She backed up a bit to see my face properly. Nudging her closer with my arm, I delicately kissed her good morning.

"You woke up before me, didn't you?" I asked, mimicking the question she'd asked me once before. "There's no way you just happened to end up that close to me." Erica smiled happily, yawning after her rest. I sat up myself, watching wryly as my weight was lifted from the pillow, causing Erica to slide down it into the divot I made in the mattress. She scoffed in a surprised kind of way and looked vertically up at me from the halfway upside-down position she'd fallen in.

"Well, that's one way to make me get up for the day!" she exclaimed, moving to get herself upright again. I chuckled, grabbing her gently and lifting her up to my face. Expertly, I fiddled with her tiny form until it was cupped rightside-up in the palm of my hand. Gently, I smoothed out her hair so it wasn’t so wild and bedraggled. Erica’s face went red, but she let herself go slack until I’d righted her. She’d never really admitted she liked it aloud, but every time I messed with her in that way, her face would blush furiously.

I wished we could've had more time alone together, but a sudden knock at my bedroom door snapped me out of my sleepy early morning fuzz. "Alexis, did you need me to get you breakfast today? I know you said you were sick. Do you want me to make you anything?" My dad’s muffled voice came through my bedroom door, checking up on me.

"Yeah, if you could make me some microwave waffles or something like that, that'll be great, thanks," I called back. Erica gave me an impressed glance. "Wow, breakfast in bed, huh? Nice." I nodded, "He thinks I'm sick because I used it as an excuse for him to leave me alone yesterday." "Why?" "I didn't want him to see my bruises." Both Erica's voice and expression softened, "How are they today? Any better?" I sighed, "They don't feel much better."

Keeping Erica in a loose fist, I stood up and unlocked my door so my dad could come in when he was done making breakfast. Erica giggled and my heart fluttered in my chest. "What?" I asked, sliding back into bed and opening my hand. "Why'd you get all giggly?" "I donno," Erica replied passively, "It's just fun when you pick me up like that." "You like being carried around like a little trinket I keep in my pocket?" I asked jokingly, setting her down on my bed. She laughed as I threw a blanket over her. "Yeah, I guess I do."

As we waited for the food, I asked her to stay under my covers so my dad wouldn't see her. "I'm not exactly ready to tell him about you yet," I explained, "The fact that I have a girlfriend would be surprising enough as it is. Nevermind the fact that you're three inches tall." "Oh, come on. I have to be taller than that, right?" “Hmm, I don’t actually know, but we could find out.”

I got up and sauntered back over to my desk where there was a ruler lying in one of the drawers. Taking it over to my bed, I brought it up to Erica’s side. She stepped in front of it, examining it for a moment before taking a surprised gasp. “Oh.. Oh my god, I really am only...” she paused to compare her height to the ruler’s lined face. “Three.. and four. 3.4 inches tall. Huh.” “That’s only my world’s measurements, though,” I reminded her. “For all intents and purposes you’re-” I stopped, realizing I didn’t actually know how tall she was in her own world. “Yeah. We’ll go back to my world today, right?” I nodded and she stepped back under the covers so she wouldn’t be seen, and I put a pillow over my head to cover the bruises I felt there.

After my dad brought me waffles, I slid out of bed behind him and locked my door again. "There, you can come back out now," I announced to Erica. Hearing a squeal of delight, I stepped back over to find Erica lying face-first on one of the waffles, happily pulling off a piece and scarfing it down. "I take it that one's yours, then?" Erica nodded happily, mouth full. I brought the plate and her over to my desk and ate my breakfast, watching her with a wide grin. "Ok, though I don't want to live here, staying in your house on vacation or something might not be all that bad," Erica mused.

After I'd finished my meal and Erica finished her oversized waffle, I readied myself for the day, leaving her on the surface of my desk. I had to stifle a few yelps of pain as I slid on a new outfit — the fabric rubbing up against my bruises. They were scattered on my arms, legs, and throat, but I tried to look at their awfulness as little as possible. I quickly downed some pain meds and moved on. Despite the chilly November weather, I wore shorts and a flowy short-sleeved shirt to least disrupt my injuries. Its kinda cold, but my muscles are killing me. I guess I’ll just sit with a blanket on.

When I returned, I broke off the tip of a pencil and handed it to Erica so we could start planning, but she just stood there, staring at me. “Step back for a second?” she asked. Confusedly, I took a few steps away from the desk. She pressed her hand to her mouth and looked me over with creased brows. “You.. look awful. Are you feeling ok? Alexis, I can wait a bit longer to get a weapon if-” “Those portal people are going to come for the Cavern Town. We can’t wait. Not if we want to go back and try to save everyone again.”

Erica was silent for a moment, “Won’t the barrier stop them?” “It won’t stop them from destroying the mountains around it. It won’t stop them from setting up one of those camps waiting for the food and water to run out so they can grab people when they try to escape. Just a barrier isn’t enough to deter them — not when they can use that place to get to me. It’s only enough to prevent them from immediately taking people. That’s why the founders still want me there to protect everyone. I’m supposed to prevent that from happening.” “I- I know, but.. have you looked in a mirror lately?” I exhaled and glanced guiltily away. “Kind of… I don’t like seeing how awful it looks.”

With a knowing expression, Erica gestured for me to come closer again. She extended a hand and I carefully took it between my fingers. “I know it’s scary. But your injuries aren’t gonna heal up if you don’t take care of them, love.” Lifting one of my fingers, she kissed the top of it softly, then let me go, pointing to the door. “Go. And don’t come back here until you get some bandages and an ice pack or two, ok?” I groaned, but got up anyway.

Erica was definitely understating just how horrid my injuries looked. Almost the whole side of my head where I was struck with the blunt end of that weapon was purpling and bruised. Various cuts and bruises had appeared on me overnight, and my throat was slightly swollen like I’d had an allergic reaction to something. My back was practically one purplish-blue blotch of ugly colors. Of course I felt the pain. I’d taken as big a dose of pain reliever as I could once I’d left to get ready and Erica wasn’t watching. However, it almost looked worse than how it felt. How in the world am I going to keep fighting?

When I returned to Erica, I’d done as she’d asked. I brought the four ice packs I could find in the freezer and placed them over my biggest bruises. “Happy now?” I asked my tiny girlfriend as I settled back into my seat. “Yep. Now thirty minutes of rest with those ice packs.” “But the-” “The Cavern Town is under a barrier. It’ll be fine. We can fight every one of those bastards off when you get there. But you won’t be able to fight if you’re this beaten up.” I relented, scooped her up, and lay on my stomach on my bed to keep my back upright for the ice packs — spread out in a way that minimized the pain. Erica sat in front of my head and I looked upwards to see her.

“When’d you get so damn smart?” I asked her lightheartedly. Erica laughed, “I think Ivan’s actually managed to rub his smartness off on me a little.” “And here you are using it to take care of me.” She nodded, looking me in the eye — her expression a blend of devotion and gratitude. “It’s about time I returned the favor.” We shared a soft look for a moment, then Erica stood and stepped over to the side of my head. There was a very gentle tug on the ice pack I held there, and I lifted it slightly. Her touch flitted over my bruise for a few moments. I could hear her wince — her breathing getting harsher as if she could also feel the pain. “Next time I’m going to keep you safe,” I heard her whisper, “I won’t let this happen to you again.”

I nearly started crying, but I held back my tears and lay there until Erica finally cleared me to get up again. Hoisting her up into my hand, I leaned in to kiss her but she yelped suddenly, startling me. “Holy shit, your hands are freezing! Get me over there and put me right back down before I catch a cold!” I chuckled and released her to the surface of my desk. As I sat down, she picked up the piece of lead I’d given her before and stared up at me eagerly.

"Alright, if I'm going to make you a weapon, I'm going to need to visualize how it'll look when it's done. Did you have something in mind?" I asked, smoothing out a piece of paper in front of us. Erica nodded, "Kind of. But I'm not really sure if a weapon my size would even hurt a giant." "Leave that part to me," I assured her, "I can make some weird things happen if I really want." "Like a gun that shoots force fields?" "Exactly."

As the day went on, Erica and I brainstormed ideas and went through multiple different sketches before we finally had a finished design. We were in the middle of fleshing out some smaller details when my dad suddenly walked right into the room. I must've forgotten to lock my door when I snuck out to grab a quick snack. Immediately, I swept Erica up and hid her on my lap, keeping my legs hidden beneath my desk. She yelped in surprise, but I hid it behind a fake cough. In a panic, I tugged the blanket further up on myself and turned my head away so he wouldn’t see the bruising skin.

"What are you working on?" he asked curiously, stepping over to me. "I thought you were sick?" "I am," I lied, "but I have to get this stuff done for school." "Oh, alright. Just don’t work yourself too hard while you’re not feeling well." Thankfully he turned away from my desk, uninterested. "If you need anything, let me know." "I will, thanks! Close the door behind you, please." I hurried him out of my room.

His footsteps faded down the hall, and I eased my chair backwards, hoping I hadn't startled Erica too badly. She was perfectly fine, only a bit shaken up. Erica clung to one of my thighs, looking up at me wide-eyed. "That was way too close. I thought he saw me for sure!" I picked her up off my lap and held her in my cupped hands.

"Are you alright? I didn't mean to grab you that forcefully." She shook her head lightly, "It's fine, I'd rather have that than be caught by someone from your world. It's kinda scary here." Smiling down at her, I shifted Erica to one hand and took the piece of paper with her weapon's final design in the other. "How about we head back to your world, then?" She nodded enthusiastically and I slipped her into my pocket. That morning I’d chosen a shirt with a chest pocket, so she got to sit up front that time.

Sneaking out of my room and down the hall, I managed to get partially across the family room before my dad spotted me. "Hey! You're out of your room!" Thinking fast, I made up an excuse for me to go downstairs, yanking my blanket above my head like a hood. "Yeah! I- I wanted to take a nap but it's too bright in my room, so I'm going down to the basement. It's darker down there. I can rest on the couch." Thankfully, he bought my story and I continued downstairs.

Erica peered cautiously out of my pocket as I made my way down one and a half flights of stairs. Stopping at the side of the strange energy, I carefully placed her on the floor in front of me. “So, how do you make all your objects?” she asked, eagerly awaiting the weapon we'd created on the paper. “First I need some supplies,” I told her, dragging out the mess of cardboard before remembering why I’d thrown it in the corner in the first place. “Wait.. do you want a gemstone like mine?” She nodded eagerly.

“In that case, I’ll build a rudimentary version of it out of bricks like these,” I explained, bringing over a plastic bin of them. I briefly hesitated before bringing it over, suddenly feeling backwards for showing her the very things I thought her entire world was created of. “I.. I thought your old city was connected to these,” I said quietly, gazing in at the bricks. There were still half-taken-apart structures from the model city stuffed inside the bin.

“Me and my brother built a city from them on a kids table that used to be here, and whatever I built with these would transfer over to your world however I imagined it. Though, now I’ve found that I can make the design out of anything.” Erica looked up at me in shock, turned to the empty space, then turned back to me. I shuddered slightly, “Yeah, there was a time when I thought the cities were the same and everything you knew was fake — the buildings, the people, everything.”

I had to take a few seconds to look at Erica after I said that — guilt plaguing my thoughts despite her constant reminders that I had grown since then. She was staring at me as if I'd just told her a massive secret. “What’s wrong...?” “You.. That’s why you didn’t care about killing people when you were younger!?" she exclaimed, "I thought you just didn’t care about my kind because we’re so much smaller than you! Alexis, you didn’t even know we were real?!”

It was so hard to face her. I turned away and dug noisily through the bin of bricks as if I wasn’t bothered by that simple, horrible fact. The obnoxiously loud noise eventually came to a halt as I pulled a brick out to examine it. Erica’s voice suddenly became audible again. “Hey! Don’t ignore me; this is serious!” Erica chided. Glancing tiredly over at her, I grumbled an apology. “I thought you said you didn’t care about what I did four years ago. I- I don’t like bringing this up. Just let it go, alright?” I continued digging through bricks for the perfect one. The forced silence left Erica awkwardly watching me as I worked.

Eventually, I pulled up our notes and slid over to imbue the tiny transparent brick I’d found with both the weapon’s and wearer’s abilities. “Here,” I said, offering it to Erica on one of my fingertips. “It’ll change once we go back to your world.” Instead of taking the glassy plastic, she lifted herself up into my hand instead, gesturing for me to bring her to my shoulder. I hesitated, but carefully did as she asked. When my hand was level with the base of my neck, she reached out and flung her arms around me in a small hug. I sucked in a pained breath of air; the bruises on my neck throbbed angrily.

Noticing this, Erica pulled away into my hand. “What was that for?” I asked quietly, “Testing if my injuries still hurt? I could’ve told you myself that they do.” She gave me a hard look and knelt on my palm, level with my face. “Alexis, why didn’t you tell me about this? Why didn’t you tell me the real reason you used to be so uncaring about my kind?” I sighed, rubbing my face tiredly with a free hand. “I didn’t want to scare you any more than I already did. Because I believed the play table, the bricks, and the city were connected, I thought I could potentially recreate your whole world with new building sets if I wanted. That’s why controlling people seemed so natural to me. If you were all toys, it made perfect sense,” I confessed.

“I thought I had power over every aspect of, not just your life, but your whole world. I had domain over everything in existence, and could easily take it back out of existence if I wanted. Obviously, that’s not true,” I added, gesturing to the empty spot. “But you can see why I didn’t say anything, right?” Erica nodded slowly, deep in thought. “By the time I realized the truth, it didn’t really matter anymore. I’d left.” I watched Erica close her eyes for a moment, taking everything in.

“Do you want to go back to your world now?” I asked after a while. “Yeah...” Erica looked fairly shaken, like she was only half aware of what happened around her. She didn’t even bat an eye as I stood to my full height. Lightly, I brushed a finger over her arm and traced it up to her chin, delicately lifting her head up to look at me. “Erica, you don’t have to worry about the past, ok? I know better now, I won’t do that ever again, I promise." She blinked away her thoughts at my touch and smiled warmly up at me. “I’m not worried about you, silly, I’m worried for you.”

Erica laughed when she saw the confusion in my eyes. “I know you wouldn’t do that kind of thing anymore. I just.. It suddenly makes more sense now. Why you were so traumatized at the lake and not anytime before that, when you’d done worse. That was when I made you realize that we were real," she remembered. "I know I’d be horrified if I found out my mangled childhood toys were actually sentient.” “That’s.. a bit different.” “All I’m saying is that I sympathize with you,” Erica stated, patting my finger as I took it back. “Now let’s head back to my world. I want to try out my weapon!”

#one last try everyone!#We’re not giving up hope for the other-world just yet!#rip to Alexis tho she’s in constant pain after that beating…#hopefully this next fight will go better for her #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #other-world universe

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An Essay about Carolina, the classic song by Harry Styles, that becomes slightly unhinged as it goes along

Harry Styles has long been known for his incredibly nonsensical lyrics. By now he features a three-album catalogue of songs that the average listener thinks, “I might know what this is about”. The more advanced listener, who has then looked up the lyrics, follows that thought up with, “Actually I have no clue what he’s talking about.” This has long been a problem for Styles’ fans, who love to extract knowledge from his lyrical essays. I, personally, have spent hours pouring over lyrics in order to bring you, dear reader, the truth.

In this essay, I will show how the classic Harry Styles song Carolina is, in fact, a song about the Queen of England.

Now the first thing to remember while deep diving on this topic is that Harry is British. This may be a difficult thing to remember, because his accent has only become more and more transatlantic nonsense over the years, but is very important to the context of this song.

Now, to take a look at the first set of lyrics;

She's got a family in Carolina

So far away, but she says I remind her of home

The Queen could, of course, have any number of family members in Carolina, as North and South Carolina, as the combined populations of the two states amount to over 15 million. However, I believe he’s referring to Sir Walter Raleigh, the founder of North Carolina, who was knighted by Queen Elizabeth I. Sir Walter married one of her ladies-in-waiting, which the Queen at the time did not appreciate, but that does make him an in-law of sorts.

Now, it is pertinent to point out that the first American football that the Queen ever watched was a Maryland v UNC (University of North Carolina) match, so she could be referring here to her family-on-the-field, as it were. Regardless, while attending a football game, the Queen would think that Harry, with his British sensibilities of preferring to watch men in shorts running around, would remind her of home.

Feelin' oh-so far from home

She never saw herself as a west-coaster

Moved all the way 'cause her grandma told her

"Townes, better swim before you drown"

The Queen’s grandmother was Mary of Teck, a woman who didn’t look particularly like a queen when I looked her up just now on Wikipedia. Mary of Teck died when Queen Elizabeth was reigning, although she had not yet been crowned. We can see how the phrase “better swim before you drown” would be used here, as the Queen was in her mid-twenties at the time and, as they say in the hit musical 1776, there was “a war on.”

(Okay there wasn’t actually, but I had read the year as 1925 instead of 1952, and had already written that stellar line, so we’re keeping it).

Regardless, the Queen obviously never saw herself as a west-coaster because she lives in England, not North or South Carolina.

She's got a book for every situation

Gets into parties without invitations

How could you ever turn her down?

There's not a drink that I think could sink her

Now this may seem obvious, but one would never turn down the Queen if she were requesting to get into one’s party. Can you imagine turning her away from a rager? From a kegerater? Obviously you cannot. She is the Queen, and probably had very large bodyguards who would be more than willing to force their way in so that she could daintily sip her lukewarm post-beerpong-beer.

Now, on the subject of books, a quick google search will come up with article after article. “4 Fascinating Books About Queen Elizabeth II”, “8 Best Queen Elizabeth II Biographies to Get”, “The 20 Best Books About Queen Elizabeth II”. I think we do not need to name every book about her to be sure that there is a biography for every situation. My personal favourite is an odd comic book I found where a younger version of herself seems to be crowning an older version of herself. Very mysterious.

How would I tell her that she's all I think about?Well, I guess she just found out

Obviously, we can know this song is about the Queen because Harry has put so many references to the Queen in it, and she is a wise woman who listens to all of his albums on release day, because he is a British icon.

I met her once and wrote a song about her

I wanna scream, yeah, I wanna shout it out

And I hope she hears me now

I do not know whether the Queen ever heard him, although I assume she did, as I stated above.

Now, dear reader, this concludes my deep dive into Carolina, but this does not conclude Harry’s tributes to the Queen. Just two albums later, he followed this clear Queen-love-letter up with a second, just-as-obvious love letter.

Love of My Life.

Harry has stated in interviews that this song is about England. And it clearly is, but it is moreso about the ruler of England, the woman who made England what it is (or something. She sold some plates with her face on them at least, that wouldn’t be there otherwise).

I take you with me every time I go away

In a hotel, usin' someone else's name

I remember back at Jonny's place, it's not the same anymore

This song is a crooning sigh of longing for Harry’s good old friend the Queen. Clearly he uses the name Elizabeth in hotels. Someone should check on that.

Baby, you were the love of my life, woah

Maybe you don't know what's lost 'til you find it

It's not what I wanted, to leave you behind

He lost the Queen, likely while they were playing hide and seek. But then he had to leave on a plane for a show, and it seems as though he never found her again.

Don't know where you'll land when you fly

You usually do, actually.

It's unfortunate, ooh

Just coordinates, ooh

Maybe Harry doesn’t know how to read a map.

I don't know you half as well as all my friends

I won't pretend that I've been doin' everything I can

To get to know your creases and your ends

Are they the same?

This is a complaint that, after Styles started his many world tours, the Queen began going to parties without him. Which is fair, because she can’t just be sitting reading books about herself waiting for him to come around.

But, baby, you were the love of my lifeNote the use of the past tense here. This album came out in spring, and the Queen passed in the fall (I think. I’m not looking anything up anymore). Could this be… premonition? Planning? Another vehicular manslaughter crime under Harry’s belt? Who’s to say? Certainly not the Queen…

#foggy essays #its not that long but I got tired of googling

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sachiko1309 · 1 month

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Be my little good boy

Summary: Jasper and Y/N have been friends for a while, but both feel more than that for each other...

Word count: 3455

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), handjob, praising, degrading, top reader, bottom Jasper, first attempt at this xd, Minors DNI this contains adult content

This was made at the request of: @ch3rrybunnies and it is my first time writing top reader + bottom male character, so I hope it is acceptable at least. I really tried my best, as I am usually not doing that type of fic 😅

Jasper and I had been friends for some time now. He had saved me from a very dangerous situation I had maneuvered myself into, making sure I would get home save. Since then, whenever he could, he stopped by my house. A smaller cottage on the outskirts of a mining town. My parents had died, leaving me the house and garden, in which I grew vegetables, selling them on the market to buy the other things I needed to live.

We had established a friendship, but he always remained his stoic and retreated self. And whatever I tried to get him to loosen up, didn’t work. I had seen him feed on a human before, nearly dying myself, when he attacked me in his frenzy and after that he had become even more wary of me. Making sure to never stand too close to me, or make me feel cornered. I was very thankful for that, but I grew annoyed with his behavior. His gift of course told him and so did I many times, but he wouldn’t budge, always arguing it was better for me that way.

But I was determined to make a move on him. He wasn’t married, didn’t pursuit another woman and look wise, he fell completely in my department. Taller, muscular, good looking, a gentleman. Something very rare in the current times. The civil war causing several men to die fighting for their beliefs and those that remained simply were either scared from what they had seen, or never even bothered to integrate back into society.

Suddenly, a whirl of wind announced Jaspers arrival. He had become more relaxed with being himself in my home and I was glad he did. He needed to relax and have at least some sort of save haven. “Good evening, Jasper.” I greeted him in an amused tone. “I am glad to see you took at least the time to take off your hat.” I teased him and he frowned at my remark: “Always, my Lady.” Tilting his head slightly and bowing, before he sat down at my kitchen table. “Anything I can offer?” I asked with a smirk. We played that game every time he stopped by. “I take my usual.” He answered and I sat an empty cup down in front of him. Settling onto my usual spot, I looked out of the window watching the sun finally retreat on the horizon.

“Where have you been the latest?” I asked, looking back at him with curious eyes. Jasper only chuckled, disregarding his cup, before he reached into his pocket pulling out a little dangly necklace. “Denton. I was visiting the statue of the founder of that city or more like the name giver, since he was already dead, when it was built. Anyway, I also found this one and it reminded me of you.” Handing me the small necklace. It was a golden locket and when I opened it, I couldn’t help but smile. In it, there was a dried leave of my favorite flower and a small picture of him. “Thank you Jasper. That’s… This is so nice of you.” Looking up, I beamed at him with a wide and honest smile, to which he only shrugged. “It’s the least I can do to thank you for not turning your back on me.”

“The only time, I would turn my back to you is when you bend me over this table.” I teased, knowing fully well that hiding the feelings I started to grow for him was pointless. He had probably already figured the last time he was here and since then, they only became worse. Still, he cleared his throat, skidding around on his chair. “Y/N. We both know that this cannot happen.” I sat down the locket: “Why not? Its not like somebody would know or care?”

“It is not right in the first place and most important of all, dangerous.” He held his ground and I groaned: “Yeah I know. You could kill me and all that shit.” But then his words replayed in my mind and I looked at him with furrowed brows: “Wait. That’s the only thing keeping you from allowing us to happen?”

“I think it’s a very good reason.” Jasper answered, getting up to probably help me with the necklace, but I didn’t give it to him. “If you were human, would you have agreed to it?”

“Let me help you with the necklace. I want to see how it looks on you.” Dodging my question, he tried to reach for the locket, but I didn’t let go of it. “Don’t sidestep me, Jasper.”

“Probably not like this. I would have asked you properly to court me. I would have made sure you would be treated very good, asking you for walking dates, steal a kiss or two, before I would have asked for your hand in marriage. I would have married you in the towns chapel, built a home for you and me, planning to have several kids with you, to grow old, eat your horrible cooked food, help you in the garden. All of it.”

“What is keeping you from still doing it? I mean you could turn me and we could do all of that without the kids part and visibly growing old.” Letting go of the necklace, I allowed him to put it around my neck. He stayed silent for a while, leaning against the kitchen wall with a stoic expression. “Like I said. It is not right this way. You deserve a better life than me.”

“Stop downplaying yourself. You know I don’t like that.” I growled at him, causing him to straighten up. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Atta boy.” I teased and when I saw his eyes flicker for a little moment, I started to wonder. “Everything alright? Have you fed enough?”

“I always do when I visit you. I wont risk anything.” His answer was strained and I got up stepping closer to him. “Then what's wrong, Jasper? You know you can trust me. I am here for you anytime you need it, however you need it.”

“I am alright.” He gritted out, but his breathing was agitated and when I came even closer, his hands started to shiver. “I think it is better for me to leave. I am sure, you are tired, I can smell the garden on you. You must have worked in it all day.”

“Don’t go.” I whispered, letting my hands wander over his shoulders and down his chest. His eyes were darker than the usual red, now turning into a darker tone switching into black. “Tell me, Jasper. What's going on inside your head?”

“I am nervous.” He answered honestly, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his vest.

“Why?” I pressed on and he let out a shaky breath. “You know why…”

Grinning slightly, I let my hands wander over his chest and lower. “Are you letting me help you with that? Or do you want to stop?”

“But… but what about our friendship?” He stuttered out. “Wouldn’t it be weird for us to… I don’t know… do it?” He added and I just smiled at him: “It doesn’t have to be weird. Think about it as me doing you a little favor. I just wanna help you, Jas.” I whispered into his ears and he shivered at my words, a little gasp leaving his mouth and I knew I was starting to win. “We don’t have to go all the way. I can just take care of you.” Letting my hands slide down further, I sank to my knees, dragging out the words while I spoke. He reached for the kitchen counter on his right, stabilizing himself, while watching me with big doe eyes.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He whispered and I heard his suppress a moan. Grinning up at him, I played with the strings of his pants. “Then ask for it. Be a good little boy for me and ask me nicely.” My fingers slid over his stomach and the waistband of his pants. “Please, Ma’am. I… I want you take care of me.” His eyes were trained on my face and my hands and I applied the smallest amount of pressure against his crotch, but even that was enough to pull a desperate whimper from his lips. It sounded wonderful. The total opposite of his usual composed confident self. And having him give in to his softer vulnerable side made me proud, stroking my ego just right.

I didn’t waist anymore time, opening up his pants, pushing them down a bit to free his erection. It was already leaking precum and I carefully let my fingers wrap around his length. Jasper leaned his head against the wall, letting out a high moan. “Does that feel good, sweetie?” I asked to which he only nodded weakly. “Be a good boy and use your words.”

He opened his eyes slightly to look at me: “So good, Ma’am. Please don’t stop…”

“I wont if you are behaving like I want you to. I want to hear you and I want you to trust me, do you understand?” I increased the pace of my hand while I spoke, imposing a punishing rhythm on his cock.

“Yes, Ma’am. Whatever you want.” He whimpered desperately, struggling to keep his stand. I clicked my tongue: “Straighten up, soldier, or you will get nothing.” And he instantly changed his position, stretching his legs again. “N-no… I… I will do better, Ma’am.” He managed to say between ragged, sharp breaths and his desperate whimpers. The way his strong southern drawl changed into sweet little moans aroused me, every little sound that left him going straight to my core and I could feel myself grow wetter with every second. “Good boy.” I praised him, feeling his length throb against my hand at the nickname. “You like that? Being called my good boy?” I asked further, a smile tugging on my lips.

“I do, Ma’am.” He whined out, another loud moan escaping him when I circled my palm over the sensitive tip of his cock. His hips thrusted against the rhythm of my hand and I grinned even wider. The knowledge of having the power to either bring him immense amounts of pleasure, or take it away and leaving him to be crying out for more made me feel powerful. I picked up the pace, the throbbing tension between my legs growing to a point where I started to grow impatient.

Jaspers face contorted in pleasure, eyebrows furrowing and lips twitching as the endless sounds of his moans mixed with his soft whimpers. He became more and more desperate with each second and it was one of the most arousing sights I had ever seen. “Are you getting close, sweetie?” I asked him with a teasing tone.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He cried out, his hands digging into the wall and kitchen cupboard and I heard wood splinter, but I ignored it. “Are you going to come for me like a good little boy?”

“Yes, fuck yes, Ma’am. Please… Don’t stop, please, I will do everything you want, but please let me come.” Jasper whined, looking at me with half-closed, glassy eyes.

“Everything?” I pressed further and he nodded wildly. “Yes. Everything, Ma’am.”

“Good boy.” I said softly, encouraging him even more: “Then go on. Give into the pleasure, sweetie. Be a good boy and come for me. I got you.” Jasper took my words as a command, and only couple seconds later, I felt his cock twitch in my hand. I couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful face twitching like that when his orgasm took over. Ropes of pearly white sticky cum poured out of his cock and onto my hand. I helped him through his orgasm, the grunty moans slowly changing into sweet little whines. He had his eyes closed, his breathing going rigid as I pushed him even further overstimulating him a bit. Only when his whimpering turned pained, did I pull away my hand, reaching for a towel to wipe my hand and then his cock clean.

“Feeling better?” I asked him, when I was sure he would be able to answer me again. An adorable smile formed on his lips: “I feel great. This… Thank you, Ma’am.” The pure bliss on his face made me chuckle and I looked at him with a raised brow. He didn’t dare to look at me, when I took his hand, slowly leading him into my bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I looked at the young vampire standing in the middle of the room and looking everywhere but me.

“So…” I began. “Is it true that you have never courted a woman?”

“I… uh… no.” He stuttered out, clasping his hands behind his back.

“Well, do you want to test it?” I asked, now looking at him with a soft smile. I could see he was still scared, but curious at my offer, so I added: “I don’t mind going further.” Taking off my clothes, I let him decide what he wanted, but me being so at ease seemed to ease his tension a bit, because he finally laid his eyes upon me. I stepped back, allowing him to take in my naked form entirely. “What do you want, sweetie?” I asked seductively, watching him gulp harshly at my words. “I… uh… I… Can I touch you?” He shyly asked, his hand already reaching out to me. I smiled at his innocence, walking over to the bed and sitting down. “Of course. You can touch me everywhere you want.”

He slowly followed me, stopping in front of me, before he sunk to the ground, kneeling before me. His eyes roamed over my body, taking in every inch, before he slowly reached out with his hand, gently cupping my breast with it. Then he looked at me with curious eyes: “Why would you even pursue me? Aren't you scared?”

I shook my head. “No. I know you would never hurt me. You are stronger than you think and if you let me, I will show you exactly how strong you are.” I chuckled lowly

Jasper stayed silent for a while, weighing his thoughts. Then he looked up at me, a blush creeping on his cheeks. “Can you… Would you teach me how to pleasure a woman?” He silently whispered, averting his gaze quickly after he spoke. I smiled at him, taking his chin in my hand. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything.” He blurted out and I just chuckled. “Alright. Then follow me.” Slowly I climbed up the bed, propping myself up on the pillows, while he settled at the end, still completely dressed. “Lose those clothes.” I whispered, watching him blush again, but he followed my orders.

Once he was naked, I spread my legs, inviting him in. “What do you want to learn first?”

“I don’t know… I never have… What do you usually start with?” He asked, eyes trained between my legs. I grinned: “You wouldn’t be able to give me that today. How about I ease you in first, and we keep the adult stuff for a later time?” “I… What?” Jasper breathed, this time his tone was even more shaky, making my smile grow wolfish: “That’s a discussion for another place. Just watch and learn.” Collecting some of my slick, I flicked my fingers over my clit. “See that little bundle here is your best friend when you want to pleasure a woman. You have to be very careful though. Its really sensitive, but I promise knowing how to use it, will have any woman on her knees in seconds. You can either use your fingers or your mouth. Whatever you want.”

“I have read about this.” He stated, watching my fingers pleasure me. “Can I…?” I nodded, taking my hands away. I expected him to use his fingers, so I gasped in surprise, when he buried his head between my thighs. His touches were soft kisses, trailing up my thighs until he reached the middle, pressing a sloppy kiss to my heat. I moaned softly, letting my fingers weave into his hair, to guide his movements.

“Gosh Jas…” I gasped, causing him to look up. I stared into his brown hues. “Just like that… Eat me out like a good boy. Fingers and tongue.”

“Is that what you want?” He rasped and I saw a glimpse as to why he grew to be a Major so quickly. There was no doubt that he could be demanding if needed. I let squinted my eyes, staring him down: “Are you questioning my orders, soldier? Put your fingers inside of me and suck on my clit.”

“I am sorry, Ma’am.” He answered, immediately going back to work.

“You better are. I give you a pass this time, because you are learning. But the next time you don’t follow my orders, I will make sure you will learn your lesson.” Holding his head back by his hair, I stopped him from doing more. “You should be thankful, I even allow you to do this.”

“My apologies, Ma’am. Thank you for letting me learn.” Jasper whimpered, visibly melting at my harsh tone. “Please… Let me pleasure you. I want to be at your service and learn from you to be better boy in the future.”

“I sure hope you do. From now on, whenever you fail to follow my orders, I will chastise you for as long as I think it is needed, have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Then get back to work.” Shoving his head down again, I let go of his hair, watching as he sank down, cursing as I felt one finger intrude my core, slowly pumping in and out of me, a second finger following very quickly. Then his mouth was back on my clit, circling it and softly sucking on the sweet pearl every now and then. I could feel my orgasm starting to build inside of my stomach, the heat of my pleasure, slowly filling my body. The knot in my stomach tightened with every move of Jaspers tongue, a hot sensation spreading through my body, as my legs started to tremble.

Suppressing a moan, I praised him, causing Jasper to moan against my core, the vibration only adding to my pleasure. He must have realized, I was getting closer, because he slightly picked up the pace, curling his fingers upwards, stroking my sweet spot deep inside of me. I fought very hard to keep my hips still, not wanting to overwhelm him with too much going on, but I couldn’t help but buck every now and then.

Wrapping an arm around my hips, he totally sank against my body. I moaned this time, wrapping my hand in his hair and wrapping my legs around his shoulders to keep him in place. “That’s it…” I rasped out. “Just like the good boy you are. Keep going and I will reward you with my orgasm.” Pure bliss was spreading through my body and it was hard to focus and keep my hold on him. That seemed to spur him on even further, because he sucked on my clit harder this time, while curling his fingers up perfectly hitting my sweet spot.

My orgasm hit me like a brick wall, wave after wave the pleasure rolled through my bones. I allowed myself to moan, bucking up my hips and tugging harshly on his hair. My legs closed in, holding him in place for a while, before I remembered that it was Jasper not any random man, that I had pressed so hard against my body. Letting go of him with a sigh, I let my head fall back into the sheets to catch my breath. “Fuck… That was… How come this was your first time? You are obviously lying.” I gently teased him, causing him to blush. “I have been reading a lot. I wanted to be prepared.”

“You really are made to please, aren't you?” Letting him go, I patted the mattress next to me, pulling his head onto my chest when he had settled. Instantly, his arms wrapped around my body and he snuggled into my warm embrace.

“I only live to please you.” Came his quiet answer and I felt him relax more and more into me. Starting to stroke his hair mindlessly, I watched as his breathing pattern slowed down, the tension in his fingers holding onto me starting to fade as well. “That’s it, little boy. Let go. I am here for you.” I whispered, lulling him in with my soft little praises to help him come down.

#fem reader #smut #fluff #Jasper #jasper x reader #jasper smut #top reader #bottom jasper #twilight

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losingmymindrn · 3 months

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The devil's daughter.

They neared the academy, and Moon swerved down to land on a rocky ledge with a tree shadowing most of it. Noise. She had to immediately use her teardrop method to rid of all the voices. Her mother sat next to her and her tail flicked. "I don't want you to leave me here." Moon stared down at her mother. "I know," said her mother kindly. "But you have to. And it'll be good for you. I think you will like it more than the nightwing village, you'll see." 'At least the academy won't be full of nightwings,' her mind went on.

'Like I care what the other nightwings think about me now. They'll learn to love me.' "I don't mind the other nightwings that much." "Most of them are awful and you know it," Secretkeeper pointed out. Moonwatcher rolled her eyes and she heard her father grumble in her head. "Yes. I suppose they are sometimes." All the time. But she and father will fix that soon. Secretkeeper smiled tiredly and reached a small front paw up to her daughters' face. Having no choice but to precipitate in the gesture with the same love Secretkeeper has, Moon cranes her neck down and an appreciative rumble made its way out of her throat.

She loved her mother, she truly did. Her mother was the only thing that provided physical warmth throughout her short life and she was also the one who practically gave her her powers. So of course she loved her. "Alright, I think this has been enough observing. You should head in now." Secretkeeper keeper pulled her arm back and nuzzled her dragonet's cheek.Unable to avoid the inevitable, Moonwatcher sighed and nods. "Of course, mother." She says before nuzzling her mother back. 'Father?' Moon asked once she pulled back. 'Start to head in, dearest. They await you.' Darkstalker said, the cold yet comforting aura came with his voice and she welcomed it. Moon watched her mother jump into flight, the smoky black nightwing calling for her to write soon before flying away. Moon sighed and started to prowl forward. She didn't even get to the front of the cave entrance when a wirery nightwing, Fatespeaker, she remembered, stopped her.

"Hello! I'm fatespeaker, and you're moonwatcher right?" Moon nodded. Fatespeaker was on the smaller side, even with the food she had growing up, and believed she had powers. "Ah hah! I'm getting better at that! It's almost as if I'm reading your mind, huh?" Fatespeaker wiggled her talons at Moon, as she stiffled a chuckle and heard her father chortle in the back of her head. The dragon in front of her had no real powers, her father had told her the first time she came to the nightwing village.

"Almost." Moon responded polity. Being polite is something Darkstalker taught her, because apparently, its important. Fatespeaker giggled and gestured for Moon to follow her into the mouth of the cave. As they entered, Moonwatcher took note of everything surrounding her. Dragons saying hello, goodbye, all in the massive cavern. Stalagmites and stalactites formed pillers, to which the founders of the school had hung a sign saying "Welcome, students!" In purple flowers. Fatespeaker was muttering something besides her when her head pooped up. "Moonwatcher-"

"Moon."

"Moon, yes, of course. Second tunnel on the left, fifth cave to the right." She flicked her tail and grinned at Moon. "You're going to love your clawmates." 'Clawmates?' "Oh? What are... clawmates?" She asked as a pair of mudwings, slightly smaller than her, trampled by. "The dragons you will be sharing a cave with!" Fatespeaker responded energeticly. Moon had to hide her displeasure. 'Moon.' Her father growled in a warning. "Oh! Here come the icewings!" Of course, Icewings. Moon decided not to even grace them with a glance and headed for her tunnel before fatespeaker could say anything. Soon the tunnel straightened out, and Moon could see small cave openings along either side. This must be the corridor of sleeping cave; she could sense that some of them had two three dragonets inside already. Each cave she passed seemed to be bristling with chatter and wings and claws and spiky thoughts that amused her.Moon squeezed past a pair of chatting, bipedal sandwings. She ignored them. Moon passed by them, feeling the male's eyes on her. Moon chorted and entered her cave.

'Oh. It's nicer than I expected. What do you think, Darkstalker?' Moon set the scrolls given to her on the rack by the entrance and surveyed the cave. 'You could do better.' Darkstalker mused. Moon chuckled in her head. She made her way to the moss bedding, seeing as that was the most appealing bed option, out of the hammock and rocky ledge.

As she picked through the parchment scrolls, Darkstalker said; 'A little rainwing is about to burst in. Prepare yourself.' Moon sighed and turned just in time to see a blur of yellow and pink burst into her room, startling her."Hello!" The blur spoke. "HI! I'm so excited to be here! I just- my scales won't listen! Ack! My names kinkajou!" The small rainwing grabbed Moon's forearm and forcefully shakes it. "What's your name?" Kinkajou asked as she flew above her head. "Moonwatcher. But please call me Moon." She nodded to the little rainwing in greeting. "Oh! I've heard about you! You weren't there when I was being experimented on!" One of the rainwing experiment subjects. Moon never agreed with her tribe when it came to... that."Can I take the hammock?" Kinkajou asked. "Go ahead." Moon responded. Moonwatcher watched the young dragonet, she must be at least 3. She flicked her wing and headed towards the entrance of their cave. "I'm going to go to the libr-" Moon was cut off by some squabbling.Curious, kinkajou flew above her and purched herself on Moon's back, with the hulking nightwing didn't notice. Outside, 3 dragons, a mudwing, a seawing and a... skywing. A beautiful skywing, at that. Blood red scales, deep amber eyes... 'Darkstalker? Can you-' Moon started but was cut off by Darkstalker's amused laughter.'Yes, there are many futures of the both of you... as long as you are fast enough.' Were all prophets this cryptic? 'Fast enough?' Moon questioned. No answer. Moons above.

"Hey! Let's calm down now!" The mudwing, Clay, Moon recognized, had his wings flung out to put a barrier over the fighting dragons. The grayish blue seawing snorted at the skywing. "It's only the first day folks. You both most be hungry. Pike, walk with me. Carnelian, I'll talk to you later." Clay guided pike, the seawing down the tunnel and Carnelian, beautiful name, growled at him and prowled into her cave. Moonwatcher's cave. Moon, with kinkajou still on top of her, turned to see the skywing plant herself on the rocky ledge. "Hi!" Kinkajou blurted before Moon could say anything. "What's your name?" Kinkajou clambered up Moon's neck and draped her arms over her head. Carnelian barley glanced at them. Yep. Moon like her. "Her name's Carnelian, Kinkajou." She says to the little dragon. 'How does she..? Ugh, that big mudwing must of said it. Moons above.' Carnelian's mind grumbled. "It's nice to meet you, Carnelian." Moon said to the blood-red dragon. Carnelian mutters, "Yeah, whatever. Nice to meet you too, nightwing." The nightwing smiled and tucked her chin in.

Moon let out a small rumble, meant to catch Kinkajou's attention. The brightly colored rainwing tilted her head down and smiled. "I'm going to the library, do you want to come?" Moon couldn't help but smile at Kinkajou. Her smile was contagious.

"Sure!" Kinkajou chirped. Pleased, Moon turned to head out, but not with out smiling slyly at Carnelian. "Bye, Carnelian. See you at lunch, yes?" Carnelian lifted her magnificent head, scowling. "Whatever." She responded with a roll of her eyes. Moon will be seeing her at lunch, she knows she will. So, almost giddily, Moon walked out of the cave with kinkajou rambling on top of her head.

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Just a little arc 2 evil Moonwatcher au I wanted to write :> hope you liked it!

#wof #wof au #carnelian wof #darkstalker wof #moonwatcher wof #moon x carnelian #Arc 2 #Wings of fire #kinkajou wof #Secretkeeper wof #JMA #Au

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