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afraidparade · 4 months ago

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"Violet Hyacinths"

(hi surprise bozo i decided to render this sketch and then also write an entire accompanying piece because. i love ghostswap and i love pathetic human pazu)

Characters: Theo & Pazu (Ghostswap AU) Word count: 5,233 Genre: G/t, Hurt/comfort, Angst Content warnings: Suicidal ideation, depicitions of CPTSD, abusive behavior

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Theo gazed in wonderment at the tremendous spread of flora covering the entirety of the table before him. Granted, at his size, everything seemed tremendous by comparison, but he assumed that the quantity and variety would surely be impressive to even a normal-sized human. Leisurely drifting between each specimen, he inspected them curiously. It was rare of him to be afforded alone time these days — Pazu usually demanded his accompaniment wherever he went, though dismissed him today, muttering something about “not wanting to be nagged when he was already in a bad mood” on his way to class — so the little specter drank in the tranquility while he could.

He briefly considered the irony of this moment he considered a respite, seeing as his existence up to this point had been so profoundly solitary, it had nearly driven him mad. Luck would have it that the only being – living or dead – on Earth that could actually understand him would take a discomforting amount of pleasure in seeing him suffer, but…beggars couldn’t be choosers, Theo supposed. And besides, it wasn’t all for nothing! Pazu had promised to exorcise him and finally set his weary soul free from this mortal plane. That willingness to help… eventually…meant that he had at least an ounce of goodness in the depths of his soul, right? So being the subject of a young man’s twisted whims in the meantime didn’t seem so bad compared to an eternity of loneliness. Sometimes. Usually.

A faint smile rose to Theo’s face as he hovered closer to a personal favorite of his. Several long stalks sat in a plain glass vase, each bursting at their peaks into concentrated puffs of small flowers with curved, pointed petals. To the best of his ability, he cupped one of the blossoms in his hands, though he only felt the faintest coolness of resistance as his palms phased through the corporeal object. At his diminutive size, just one of the small blossoms seemed about as big as he was. And though he lacked the lungs to inhale or the senses to smell, he mimicked the motion anyways. It was an act of hollow nostalgia for memories he didn’t possess, though it was nice to believe that he had done this in the life he must have once lived.

Recalling the names and attributes of all the floral species was difficult – especially when Pazu refused to share that information, as he seemed to interpret any pondering question from the ghost as some insurmountable burden not worthy of his precious time. But he recalled this one, as it was one that Pazu had finally relented to talking about after a long bout of nagging insistence: the hyacinth. Such a lovely name for such a lovely flower, he’d thought. And the dusty violet hue of this particular bloom was simply ethereal, though Theo sheepishly recognized that this could have been the effects of a personal bias, as he seemed to take on a spectrum of blues and purples within his own wispy form. He’d made his affections for the flower known at one point, to which he was met with a scoff and an, “I don’t see why. The scent gives me migraines, and the clusters are an eyesore.” Yet they remained a repeating staple in Pazu’s florism hobby, so perhaps he’d simply felt contrarian at the time.

As if on cue, Theo could hear the soft clunking of keys fidgeting with the main entrance, the swift opening swing of the dormitory door, and the even swifter slam that followed. The little wisp shot back from the object of his admiration rapidly, all too aware that Pazu would kill him (well, in a manner of speaking) if he was caught touching anything of value to the human. He’d expected to see the raven-haired man appear around the corner at any second, possibly with a narrowed, scrutinous gaze, already suspecting Theo of messing with his personal projects. Or perhaps with a mischievous smirk, all too eager to delve into yet another and all too hands-on “exorcism experiment.” Neither appeared. Nothing appeared. Come to think of it, had there even been any sounds at all since the calamitous abuse of the dormitory door? There certainly hadn’t been any footsteps, so perhaps Pazu had…opened the door, realized he’d forgotten something, and then left again?

Just as this reasoning began sounding like a solid theory in the ghost’s mind, a quiet noise from the small entryway caught his attention. From his current angle, it was beyond his line of sight, but it had sounded like…breathing? Or, maybe choking? Concern spiked within the little apparition’s spectral heart, prompting him to approach the wall corner that obstructed his view of the door.

“Er…Pazu? Is that you?” Theo called softly, words heavied by trepidation. In lieu of a verbal response, there were more of those muffled little noises, more noticeable now with the closer proximity, and increasing in sporadic frequency. This did little to assuage the specter’s worries, so he resolved to quicken his advance toward the entryway until he breached the border of his obstruction. He tried again, “Pazu?”

Well, it was certainly Pazu. Theo would be lying if he said he hadn’t, for a moment, thought that perhaps an intruder had broken in. But beyond recognizing the figure hunched against the back of the door, his understanding of the situation ended there. Opting for black clothes as he so often did, and with a fluffy tangle of short jet waves, Pazu’s crouched form resembled some sort of shambling shadow of a puddle, as he seemed to have taken up residence in a corner of the floor. Two bony hands clenched fiercely against his head — one grasping at the hair above his temple, the other clawing against the flesh of his face — and the only eye visible from within the dark mess of shadows and limbs and hair was blown wide, staring feverishly, unblinkingly, downwards into nothing.

Then Theo realized what the sounds he’d heard before were. ‘Breathing’ might not have been the proper term; they were more so airy spasms than they were proper breaths, wet and wheezing and incomplete. They wracked Pazu’s entire bundled frame, which, for the first time, appeared awfully small to the stunned ghost floating above.

For a long moment, Theo was stunned into silence. In the weeks (Months? His concept of time had eroded long ago) that he’d known Pazu, he’d known a collected, calculated, and confident force of better-than-you bitterness. And, sure, maybe he was prone to the occasional fits of awkwardness or a childish tantrum, but certainly not…this. It would have almost seemed dream-like in its absurdity, if only ghosts could dream. Thus, Theo forced himself to accept this disquieting sight as reality, pushed his apprehension as far down as it would go, and wafted cautiously into the entryway.

“Pazu! What- what happened to you?” Theo fretted, lowering himself to be within the trembling figure’s field of view. There was no reaction or intelligible response from the other, though it did seem for a moment as though Pazu had been attempting to quietly sound out words between fits of hyperventilation. His knees were tucked all the way up to his nose, subduing the already voiceless whimpers and blocking any attempt Theo could make at reading lips, but he swore he could make out a strained:

“Do… Doh… Don’t… Don’t…”

The worry on Theo’s features deepened as he began to wave an arm around, attempting again to catch the human’s attention. “Hey, come on! This isn’t like you, just…calm down and tell me what happened, okay?”

Still nothing. It had become a habit of Theo’s to hover just out of arm’s reach from Pazu, given the other’s tendency to pluck him out of the air and reduce his existence to a stress toy whenever he got bored. Now wasn’t the time to be wary of such impulses, though. The wisp inched closer, lacing his fingers together nervously as he approached the despondent giant.

“Did something happen?” he chanced the gentle query, only to be met with more formless whispers that remained void of any recognition.

Theo swallowed, then tried again.

“Did someone…hurt you?”

As if shocked back into reality, Pazu’s form went rigid and his visible eye shifted into alarmed focus, pinning itself on Theo in an instant. The ghost tensed reflexively, but no hand darted out to grab him this time. Instead, the noirette’s face scrunched into a vitriolic grimace at the sight of the other, before burying itself completely into a cradle of folded arms and tucked knees.

“Go away,” was all he muttered, but the bite of his words was choked away by a tightness in his throat, giving his voice an uneven half-spoken-half-whispered quality. Theo faltered, but didn’t comply with the command. Certainly, Pazu’s flaws were innumerable — and often intolerable — but goodness, Theo didn’t hate him. Leaving him in this state simply wasn’t an option, nor something he considered even briefly. Pazu’s hiccuping gasps still rattled the entirety of his thin frame, and despite him obscuring his face, his frantic partial sobs were still audible. Though this side of his personal tormentor was unfamiliar and confounding to him, Theo had already decided that this wasn’t something he could turn away from.

The little ghost steeled his resolve and pressed further. “I- I’m sorry. I know I’m probably not who you want to see right now. I mean, another human would probably be, ehm, better equipped to handle something like this, right? But I—“

“Go. Away,” Pazu repeated, louder, sharper, through gritted teeth. It appeared as though forcing out the warning took a great deal of strength from the hunched man, as his tremors intensified immediately after. Like a performer who’d been balancing on stilts for a terribly long time and, after straining to maintain a proper posture for so long, now teetered and trembled in a desperate attempt to keep from tumbling to the ground. “Just piss off. I don’t care where. Leave me alone and quit being a pest.”

Theo’s brows creased at the stinging words, but they did little to dissuade him. He reconsidered his approach for a moment. Right, less rambling this time. Straight to the point.

“I don’t want to leave you here,” his small voice affirmed decisively. The hiss of a sharp inhale came from the shambling mass of shadows, knuckles paling as he clawed harder at his scalp. Theo was close to him now, just inches from the twitching forearm that clamped his body tightly together. He reached a translucent hand outwards, unsure if the touch would soothe his living companion at all, but determined to try. Shifting to a gentler tone, Theo continued, “I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now, and maybe a dull little ghost like me won’t be able to understand it. But if you try opening up about it, well…maybe I could help in some way! If you just tell me what happened–”

And that’s when the clamp came undone, limbs unfurling explosively and swinging outward. Whether or not Pazu actually meant to strike Theo was debatable, but he had regardless, and with no small amount of force.

“Nothing happened!” he roared in a cracking retort, “Is that what you want to hear? Will that make you leave me the fuck alone?! Nothing! Literally, in every sense of the word, nothing happened!”

It took the dazed ghost several moments to reorient himself; he’d tumbled backwards through the air with a yelp once Pazu had swatted at him, colliding with the nearby wall at a momentum that was too great for him to pass through it. He hovered limply as he bade the world around him to stop spinning and shook his head in hopes of rattling his senses back into place. They did, eventually, and Theo was able to properly see the entirely foreign expression on the human’s face clearly now. His bloodshot eyes were wide and aimless, glistening with the remnants of tears that were now smudged in every direction across his cheeks. His jaw clenched into a trembling snarl, as if the words he’d spat were so unpalatable to him that they’d made his bile rise, and reddish streaks and indents burned angrily against the dark skin that he’d evidently been gripping rather fiercely.

“It was only a noise! Some vibrations in the air as someone dropped a— something, I don’t know! And that’s all it took for my stupid brain to produce some stupid chemical and activate some stupid instinct, and now I— I’m…!” His eyes welled up as the words died in his throat, and he gagged against them, before puling, “It’s all so stupid! It’s all nothing!”

“H-hey, woah! Whatever you’re feeling clearly isn’t ’nothing,’ Pazu!” Theo redoubled his efforts to reason with the student, already closing the distance that Pazu had created, “It’s okay to…to feel things, you know? I’m sure it doesn’t feel okay right this second, but if you’re sad, or angry, or scared, then—“

“Would you FUCK OFF already?!” Pazu shrieked the interruption as his hand scrabbled for whatever was closest to him — in this case, the phone that had tumbled out of his pocket — and in the same motion, hurled it with terrifying accuracy at the tiny specter. The projectile phased through his airy form (Thank the heavens, Theo prayed inwardly), but he flinched at the attack all the same, cringing doubly as he heard it smash against something delicate in its collision. He chanced a brief glance behind him to survey the damage, allowing a crestfallen breath to escape him at the sight of broken glass, a growing puddle, and a tangle of stems and damaged petals on the ground. For all the disdain Pazu seemed to harness regularly for just about anything and everything good in the world, his flowers maintained the privilege of being the only things he showed excessive care and tenderness for. Yet the calamitous shatter seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever. Perhaps he hadn’t even noticed it.

“Spouting all this asinine therapy-speak like you even care. Hah…ahah! I know you hate me!” Pazu’s voice had taken on a quavering mania as he chattered between rapid, uneven breaths, “And why wouldn’t you, right? Dug this grave my own damn self, right? Bet you enjoy seeing me writhe like some pathetic little insect, right?!”

“Pazu—!!”

“Everyone hates me, and everyone should. Hah, it’s— it’s so much better this way. The only reason anyone wants me around is to use me, but oh, oops! Turns out they can’t be bothered to put up with the ‘me’ they’re using. And you’re just like them, you know? U-using me just because I’m the only one you CAN use. Hah! It’s funny, isn’t it? A damn comedy! I genuinely can’t tell which of us got the worse deal out of all this, and you’re dead!”

His shoulders shuddered then, a sob at first. But when they persisted along with arhythmic puffs and wheezes, Theo realized that he had begun a strained, hybrid process of something between laughing and crying.

“And that’s the fucked up thing!” Pazu continued, voice fraught with a manic desperation, “I think about it sometimes. How much I envy you. How much simpler it would all be if I were dead. No need to try and play the same stupid, useless game as everyone else. None of those horrible, pesky memories to bog you down. Nothing to tie you to any responsibilities. Just…floating, free and alone.”

He sniffled then, an ugly sound. “World’d probably be better off if I were a ghost instead. Not like anyone actually wants me around.”

There was a heavy pause. Theo’s hands clenched unsurely, measuring his next words with considerable trepidation, and Pazu kept his gaze lowered and obscured.

“…Pazu—“

“Shut up. I’m not actually about to kill myself.”

“What? No, I wasn’t— I mean, that’s good, of course! But…” he dared to inch closer then, drifting forward while the other consciously averted his gaze. The spirit sighed, abandoning his jumbled words and starting again, “Look, I know you’re not particularly keen on taking my advice. And it’s not that I can blame you — I, ah, don’t exactly have lived experience to draw back on — but regardless. Please at least listen when I say this.”

“Once you’re dead, that’s all there is. You’ve no future, no potential for change. Being a ghost isn’t some sort of grand ‘round two’ where you get to try everything over again, Pazu. It’s…perpetuity. Stagnation. Regret you can never, ever act on. But– but being alive!” Theo’s face lit up in a weary smile, as if suddenly realizing his somber tone may be resulting in the opposite of his intended effect, “Being alive means always having the opportunity to strive for something better. To change, and to grow!”

“And look, I can’t possibly know what you’re going through right now, or understand what you…might have been through before…a-and it’s not my intention to pry. But as long as you’re alive, you’ll always have the promise of waking up to a brand new day. Ah…this all probably doesn’t mean much coming from a dead guy, huh?” he added with a sheepish chuckle, “I guess I just…I want you to know that I’m here. And I may not say the right things, but you can always talk to me if something is troubling you, okay?”

Pazu huffed, lifting his reddened gaze again with an almost insulted incredulity. “‘Always?’ Don’t patronize me. The only reason you’re still with me is to ultimately get away from me. I’m not an idiot. I don’t need your conditional altruism.”

Theo smiled sadly. That wasn’t something he could deny, and they both knew it. “That…is the arrangement, yes,” he spoke slowly, measuring his words with great care, “I’m not supposed to exist as I am now in the first place, and I get the feeling I shouldn’t stay. But today — right here, right now — I am here. And if you only focus on a future you’ve already decided is empty, you’ll never realize what’s here with you in your ‘now.’ You’re not alone, Pazu.”

He drifted closer, trying again to reach out a small, wispy hand. “You don’t have to be alone.”

“Touch me and I swear I’ll find a way to kill you a second time.”

The threat felt tired, and lacked any real bite.

“I think I’ll take my chances.”

Theo rested his palms softly against the other’s face. Despite his verbal reluctance, Pazu didn’t stop him. It was strange, the wisp thought; every other corporeal object felt like near nothing. Tangible static, at most. Maybe it was due to the mysterious paranormal abilities the human possessed, but Theo could actually feel him at the touch. He was warm — a rather foreign sensation to the lifeless wisp at this point— and though it seemed that he’d regained most of his senses, Theo could feel the aftershocks of a full-body tremble beneath his palms every so often.

Admittedly, the disparity in size and power between the two had made Pazu out to be some omnipotent giant in Theo’s mind. This entire time, he had merely been subjected to the whim of hands larger than the entirety of his spectral form, and any attempts at reasoning with him were either sneered at or flat-out ignored. In this moment of vulnerability, though, any trace of that looming threat seemed wholly nullified. For the first time in Theo’s existence, Pazu was just a normal human.

It was a strange thing, trying to cradle the face of someone a hundred times larger than oneself. The best Theo could manage was resting his hands against either side of the bridge of Pazu’s nose, tracing calm circles occasionally, and even daring to touch his own forehead to the other’s. He could feel a piercing glare affixed to him — bloodshot, glistening, and swirling with emotions Theo couldn’t understand — but he elected to ignore this, closing his own eyes instead and focusing on his efforts to subdue his volatile counterpart.

“I’ll leave when the time is right, Pazu. But for now, I’m here with you. And regardless of what you believe my motives are or how you think I regard you, I don’t want to see you hurting. You don’t deserve this,” he soothed. Pazu clenched his jaw, but didn’t respond. “You’ll get through this. I know you can. Just take some deep breaths and try to relax yourself, okay?”

There was a prolonged pause — perhaps an inward battle as Pazu debated how petulant he was willing to be in that exact moment — before he eventually relented and reluctantly followed the specter’s instructions. He breathed against his palm, still clasping at his face, and continued until ragged gasps eased into slow, tired puffs. His shoulders dropped slowly as Theo continued to calm him, and a sobered exhaustion eventually replaced the manic vitriol in his features.

It was quiet. It was over. And neither seemed to know what happened next.

It was after several moments of this peaceful uncertainty that Theo could hear the rustling of movement, and could subsequently feel a warmth against his back, delicate at first. A glance over his shoulder revealed that Pazu had raised a hand to pinch Theo’s frame between his forefinger and thumb, and at first, the ghost was foolish enough to believe it might have been the larger’s approximation of a hug. But then the grip tightened and applied forward pressure, eliciting an undignified squeak from the ghost as he’d suddenly been reduced to little more than a spectral rag. Pazu dragged him along as one would a tissue, swiping away the moisture from his face with little care for the other’s panicked wriggling, before eventually dismissing him with a flick of his wrist and a disinterested, “Get off of me.”

It took Theo a great deal of weightless tumbling and wobbling to find his footing (so to speak) after being tossed aside, the unexpected ordeal disorienting him thoroughly. Pazu began rising to his feet as the ghost was left shaking the wet residue from his limbs, frowning at its unwillingness to piece apart from his body.

“Ugh— Pazu, really! You couldn’t have used your sleeve, or – I don’t know – anything that wasn’t me?! Do you realize how hard it is to clean yourself off when water phases right through your—“

“God, shut up already. My head is killing me,” Pazu grumbled, sounding much more like his usual self already, albeit somewhat exhausted. He had strode to the scene of broken glass and scattered flowers, narrowing his eyes and huffing a sigh as he collected his impromptu projectile. He turned the phone over in his hands a few times, seemingly checking for notable damage. Based on his lack of reaction to the object, Theo assumed that it had, at least, come out of the tantrum relatively unscathed.

“Somehow, you’re so annoying that it’s legitimately sobering. I’m almost impressed.”

“Oh? Oh!” Theo’s face lit up as he considered the remark, his previous gripe dissipating as even the bluish glow of his form seemed to intensify with his delight, “Thank you!”

“That—“ Pazu spun around with an expression of blank bewilderment. “That wasn’t a compliment, you freak.”

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The dormitory door clattered open noisily as its resident shouldered past it, staggering slightly as he hauled a hefty-looking plastic bucket into the living space and snickering to himself all the while. The glowing speck trailing him — perceptible to his eyes only — appeared much less amused, striking a deep frown and fretting his hands in jittery, nervous motions.

“Pazu!” the ghost chastised in a quavering tone, “You mustn’t speak to others that way — especially when they’re your peers, and doubly so when they manage your living situation! You should go back and apologize to that young man right away!”

Pazu snorted, kicking the door behind him closed with a haphazard, unbalanced motion. “Oh, please. The RA can’t actually do anything to me. He just likes going on power trips and yelling at anything that moves.”

“But you didn’t have to bring his mother into it!”

He shrugged, flashing a toothy, self-congratulatory grin. “Well, he’s the one who overreacted over a tiny bit of spilt water in the hallway. I don’t escalate, Teddy; I just give what I get.”

Theo groaned, throwing a worried glance to the door again, as if the dormitory RA would come bursting through with an eviction notice at any moment. It wasn’t as though he personally needed a roof over his head, but Pazu losing his home would surely cause even further delays to his research in exorcism, a process that already seemed to be taking quite some time. And for goodness sake, Theo did care about the boy. Not that Pazu ever made it easy to do so.

A ruckus from within the dormitory drew the wisp’s attention back to his living counterpart. The bucket — apparently a special order Pazu had placed with the wholesaler that he normally sourced his flowers from — had sloshed more puddles onto the floor as a struggle to lift it onto the table ensued. Thank goodness the delicate blossoms had been covered by a thin, opaque tarp cinched gently around the stems, Theo marveled, as he was certain that half of their petals would have been knocked clean off by now. The obscured flowers did leave him to wonder what plans Pazu had that required buying a single variant in such bulk, as he tended to source from a variety of species with a preference for more petite arrangements. It was nice to see him like this again, though; since the other day’s bizarre outburst, Pazu had seemed quieter than usual, and at times it even felt as if he was outright avoiding Theo. Though the recent vulgarity and mischief wasn’t exactly soothing, the familiarity of his old personality was comforting, and witnessing the resurfacing of the passion he held for his flowers eased Theo’s anxieties in some small way.

In the time it took for the tiny specter to drift across the room to the table, Pazu had finally managed to settle his haul on its surface, his lanky frame deflating slightly from the effort.

“So…what did you end up getting this time?” Theo queried, assuming his typical position of hovering just above the noirette’s shoulder. He’d been staring down at the covered bundle of flora, but after a gap of silence with no response, he turned to glance at the face beside him, only to realize he was being stared at. Pazu’s visible eye was widened, yet blank, and just as Theo had begun to wonder if he’d somehow said something to upset him, he cleared his throat.

“It’s…not really any of your business. I don’t even particularly like this one, so I don’t even know why I’m bothering with it— I mean, maybe you’ll like it, since you have terrible taste and all. Not that I got them for you, obviously,” Pazu stammered in a way that was very unlike him. He picked at the twist tie securing the protective tarp slowly, his thin fingers rigid and clumsy as if stricken with sudden stage fright, then clicked his tongue and muttered, “Ugh, why’d you have to draw attention to it? This would’ve been easier if you weren’t so nosy—“

Both the living and dead occupants of the dorm flinched in shock at a sudden banging at the door. The muffled voice of the RA carried through the barrier, prattling on sternly about needing to speak to Pazu immediately and how “this was the last time” and other such heated threats. The subject of the summons gave a mildly frustrated huff, whereas Theo launched himself into a full-blown panic.

“See?! I told you to apologize! Now you’ve gone and gotten yourself evicted!” the spirit caterwauled, eliciting an exasperated roll of the eyes from the giant beside him.

“Cool it, Tedster. He said it was the last time last time, and I had him crying three minutes into our little chat,” Pazu muttered. A wicked smirk snaked its way across his face as he added in a hushed, sing-song snicker, “Bet’cha I can get it down to two.”

He yanked the plastic sheet away from the bucket as he walked towards the entrance, crumpling it into a messy bundle and tossing it haphazardly into a corner, presumably to be dealt with later. Theo began to drift after him, already dreading the idea that he’d likely end up as Pazu’s makeshift fidget toy again (he tended to meet this fate any time Pazu needed to deal with what he deemed to be an aggravating situation, which was…admittedly, quite often), but he was halted by the dismissive wave of a hand.

“Stay here. I can only handle a single goody-two-shoes talking my ear off about ‘responsibility’ and ‘morality’ at a time.” There was a high-pitched lilt to the words he emphasized, and Theo was certain that it was an attempt at mocking his own lectures. He would have been keen to point out that he, in fact, sounded nothing like that, but kept his mouth shut. As Pazu neared the door, he made a low noise as if he’d just recalled something, then turned and pointed an accusatory finger at his undead captive. “And don’t touch my flowers. I swear to God, if I come back and see you getting your gross dead-ness on them again, I’ll—“

“You’ll find a way to kill me a second time. Yes, I recall,” Theo finished the threat, almost dutifully. He hadn’t meant it as a means of back talk, but upon realizing it may have come across as such to Pazu (and reminding himself for the umpteenth time to think before he speaks, damn it!), he stiffened, bracing for an icy glare that promised later punishment. But the student’s expression was surprisingly blank, lacking even the faintest trace of hostility. He blinked, glancing at the bundle on the table, then back to Theo.

“Um…right,” he replied, then simply, “Thanks.”

And this was what utterly confounded Theo beyond anything else he’d seen as of late. It seemed an odd response to their banter, and completely out of character for the normally cold-hearted recluse. Come to think of it, had Pazu ever thanked him for…well, anything? Why now?

The door gap in the doorway narrowed in Pazu’s absence, and the beginnings of a royal chewing out could be heard (Theo could just barely make out a “You know I can hear you talking to yourself, right?”). Though as it finally clicked shut and the spirit was left in silence, it dawned on him that he’d never gotten a good look at the flowers beneath the now discarded tarp. Madly curious as to what could have possibly sparked such odd behaviors in his living counterpart, Theo turned his attention back to the table. And then he understood. A beaming smile rose to his face, and the spectral aura around his form glowed a bit brighter.

The container before him was practically overflowing with petals now freed from their restrictive covering, each hyacinth a bursting with a dazzling violet hue. He would never know — he would never be bold enough to ask, really — but Theo felt certain now that he knew what the earlier thanks had been for.

#idk how i feel about either of these pieces. but HEY i finished something #grah writing my number one enemy #ghostswap au #oc: theo #oc: pazu #g/t #g/t ocs #giant/tiny #g/t writing #size difference #writingtag #hurt/comfort #gt community

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mywhisperingwords · 7 months ago

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the truth always comes out | george f. weasley

summary: a game of truth and dare with a little twist word count: 1.2k masterlist

The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with the kind of reckless energy that could only come from a group of seventh-years who had long since stopped caring about rules.

Outside, a thunderstorm rattled the windows, but inside, the fire crackled warmly, casting golden light over the cozy chaos of Honeydukes wrappers, Butterbeer bottles, and a pack of Exploding Snap cards smoldering on the coffee table.

George Weasley was sprawled across an armchair like a king holding court, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he flicked a Chocolate Frog wrapper at Lee Jordan’s head.

You were sitting cross-legged on the rug, half-listening to Fred recount yet another tale of mischief involving Filch and a bucket of undetectable swamp goo.

Your laughter came easily, but your attention kept wandering to George.

He looked especially unfair tonight—the firelight catching in his messy hair, his crooked grin lighting up his face every time someone laughed at one of his jokes. It was infuriating how effortlessly charming he was.

And it didn’t help that you’d been harboring a not-so-small crush on him for the last couple of years.

But you kept it hidden, afraid of what would happen if he’d find out about it. The two of you were friends—nothing more.

“Alright, alright!” Fred clapped his hands, dragging you back to the present. “Let’s shake things up a bit, shall we?”

Lee raised an eyebrow. “What’s your grand idea this time? Another one of your ‘genius’ inventions that turns us all into canaries?”

Fred grinned wickedly and reached into his bag. “Better.” He pulled out a small vial of clear liquid, holding it up dramatically.

Your stomach sank. “Fred, is that—?”

“Veritaserum!” Fred declared triumphantly.

The group erupted into chaos.

“Where the hell did you get that?” Angelina demanded, crossing her arms.

“Let’s just say Professor Snape is a bit careless with his potion stores,” Fred said smugly.

“You’re going to get us all expelled,” Alicia groaned.

“Only if we get caught,” Fred said cheerfully. “Which we won’t.” He plopped the vial onto the table. “Now, who’s ready for the most honest game of truth or dare you’ll ever play?”

“Absolutely not,” you said immediately.

“Absolutely yes,” George countered, smirking down at you. “What’s the matter? Scared someone’s going to dig up your deep, dark secrets?”

You glared up at him. “I have nothing to hide.”

“Prove it.”

Damn him and his stupid grin.

The rules were simple: each player took a drop of Veritaserum before their turn. If you chose “truth,” you had no choice but to answer honestly. If you chose “dare,” you were still at the mercy of the potion—it would compel you to follow through.

You quickly discovered that this was both hilarious and deeply dangerous.

Fred was the first victim. Lee dared him to serenade McGonagall’s portrait, and despite Fred’s protests, he found himself kneeling before the painting, belting out a completely off-key rendition of Can You Feel the Love Tonight.

“Points for commitment,” Angelina said, stifling a laugh as McGonagall’s painted self scowled down at Fred.

Next up was Alicia, who admitted under duress that she once accidentally walked into the boys’ dormitory wearing nothing but a towel and had been hiding from the twins ever since.

Then it was your turn.

You took the drop of Veritaserum with a sigh, feeling the potion settle like warm honey in your chest. Fred leaned forward with a gleam in his eye.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you said, because you weren’t stupid.

Fred grinned. “Who was your first kiss?”

Heat rose to your cheeks. “That’s easy. Michael Corner. Fourth year. It was awkward and terrible.”

The room erupted into laughter.

“Michael Corner?” George snorted. “Did he even know how to kiss back then?”

“Barely,” you admitted, rolling your eyes. “I spent the whole time wondering if it was supposed to feel like I was kissing a wet sponge.”

George was laughing so hard he nearly fell off his chair.

As the game went on, the questions and dares got bolder.

Angelina dared Lee to wear a full set of Gryffindor Quidditch robes while reciting lines from Romeo and Juliet. Alicia admitted she once nicked a bottle of Firewhiskey from Hogsmeade and replaced it with water, leaving an unsuspecting Filch none the wiser.

And then it was George’s turn.

He took his drop of Veritaserum like a champ, winking at you as he did.

“Truth or dare?” Fred asked, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“Truth,” George said easily.

Fred’s grin turned downright evil. “Who do you fancy?”

George’s smirk faltered for the briefest moment. His eyes flicked to you, then away.

“I…” He hesitated, his hands gripping the arms of his chair as though physically restraining himself.

“Come on, Georgie,” Fred teased. “We’re all waiting.”

George groaned. “Fine. I fancy—” He stopped again, his jaw tightening as his gaze drifted to you.

“Spit it out!” Lee said.

“I fancy you!” George blurted, his face going crimson.

Your heart stopped.

The room exploded into cheers and gasps.

“You what?” you managed to choke out.

George looked mortified, running a hand through his hair. “I—I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

Your cheeks burned as every eye in the room turned to you. “You fancy me?”

Everything about this felt like a dream, too good to be true.

“Yes,” George said miserably. “I have for ages.”

Fred let out a low whistle. “Well, this just got interesting.”

You did not know what to say. If it wasn’t for the truth serum, you could’ve sworn this was all just a stupid joke. But it wasn’t.

Everyone’s eyes were watching your next move, but all you could do was stare at George with disbelief.

The awkwardness didn’t last long—Fred saw to that by immediately daring George to snog you.

“Fred!” you yelped, your face burning.

“What? It’s only fair!” Fred said, grinning.

To your utter shock, George didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward, cupping your face gently as he watched your reaction carefully. When you didn’t pull away, he kissed you. The world seemed to tilt on its axis, your heart racing as you kissed him back, all the tension and unspoken feelings between you finally bubbling to the surface.

When he pulled away, his cheeks were pink, but his grin was pure mischief.

“Worth it,” he said.

The room erupted into wolf whistles and applause, and for once, you didn’t mind being the center of attention.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter and ridiculous dares. By the time the fire burned low and the last drops of Veritaserum were used up, you found yourself curled up next to George on the rug, his arm slung casually around your shoulders.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice low enough that only you could hear, “this might be the best night I’ve ever had.”

You smiled, resting your head against his shoulder. “I’d hope so.”

When he laughed softly in your ear, you knew that this was exactly where you were meant to be.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years ago

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I don’t know if the story says or not but What makes a dorm leader different than a regular student. They have a fancier uniform, order their students around, and go to meetings to plan events so it is just like a leadership position?

I’ve personally always thought of the dorm leaders as a variant of RAs (resident assistant). They’re students who work with school administration to oversee and to conduct activities for their respective dorm buildings/residence halls. In return for their efforts, RAs get perks (usually monetary compensation/free or reduced price on their own housing, their own room instead of having to share with others, etc.). Usually there is a fierce application and selection process since the benefits are good.

Similarly, the dorm leaders in TWST have certain responsibilities but are also granted power within their own dorm as well as certain privileges which extend beyond that. Here are some key points that differentiate the dorm leaders from your average NRC student:

Dorm leaders have say over succession and their second-in-command. (They can recommend someone to replace them as dorm leader, and can pick their own vice dorm leader.)

Dorm leaders can choose to not pick a vice dorm leader at all. This is the case for Leona (as he doesn’t want to be challenged). Ignihyde also lacks a vice dorm leader but we lack a reason as to why this is.

Vice dorm leaders can also be selected by winning votes from dorm members. This was the case for Trey.

Dorm leaders attend meetings with other dorm leaders + the headmaster to discuss schoolwide events and activities. They may delegate this work to their vice dorm leaders if necessary.

Vice dorm leaders can fill in for their dorm leader if the dorm leader is not present or not able to fulfill their duties. This occurs in book 6 of the main story and often occurs for Lilia (subbing in for Malleus).

Dorm leaders wear a special variant of their own dorm’s uniform. They are also allowed to make significant alterations if they wish (only to the uniform they wear, not the uniform that other students in their dorm wear).

Dorm leaders get to have their own dorm room rather than having to share it with other students. However, they still must use a communal shared washroom.

Dorm leaders are implied take some responsibility for their students’ behavior and academic performance, as they are the “face” of each dorm.

Dorm leaders appear to have authority over students in their own dorm, though whether they exert that power or not depends on the individual dorm leader and their governing style. Whether the students obey/respect them or not also varies.

Dorm leaders have the ability to grant students (even those outside of their own dorm) the ability to use magic for combat. (This is typically forbidden unless NRC staff allows for it.)

Dorm leaders submit reports and sign off on equipment requests

Dorm leaders are seen as the “role models” and are expected to resolve conflicts that arise within their own dorm. This includes academic challenges and generally correcting poor behavior.

It’s implied that dorm leaders “look out” for the younger students. This includes showing them how to wear their ceremonial robes as well as showing them around their new dormitory after the entrance ceremony.

Dorm-wide Halloween costumes are determined by either dorm leader or vice dorm leader.

Dorm leaders must attend orientation rehearsal, as well as orientation itself.

Vice dorm leaders can issue permission for people outside of the dorm to stay/sleep over.

The dorm leader approves off-campus permits, such as requests to go to Foothill Town and even off Sage’s Island for visits to other countries.

The light novel states that Riddle determined room assignments, as all students (excluding the dorm leader) live in shared rooms until junior (third) year. The second light novel confirms that it is 4 first years to a room, 2 second years to a room, then 1 solo third year. It’s not said whether the dorm leader picking your roommates is a Heartslabyul exclusive or of it extends to all other dorms (though we may assume it does).

Specific duties/responsibilities assigned to certain dorm leaders:

The Heartslabyul dorm leader may choose to enforce the Queen of Hearts’ rules at their discretion. Riddle is very strict, but the previous dorm leader was lax.

Grey areas/non-specific:

Dorm leaders must grant their permission in order for a student to book sections of their dorm building for events. This is stated to apply to Diasomnia, but it may be assumed to extend to other dorms too.

The Heartslabyul dorm leader assigns card suits to each of their students. They are first applied with a magical stamp, and the students are responsible for putting on their own mark with makeup every day after.

Dorm leaders are often serving as heads of committees (such as Vil for Halloween, Riddle for the cultural festival, etc.) It’s not clear if this is exclusively for dorm leaders or not.

Riddle says that everyone in the groups of book 6 has been given first responder training, but it’s not specified if this is required for all vice dorm leaders and dorm leaders.

Azul runs the Mostro Lounge, but since it is a personal project of his, his successor may not necessarily be tasked with continuing to run it.

Dorm leaders may also arrange the welcoming party, though this could be a responsibility shared with vice dorm leaders. Savanaclaw is stated to not have a welcoming party, but it’s not clear if this is based on the dorm leader’s discretion or not.

Trey is often seen directing unbirthday party preparations, but we don’t know if this is because it’s part of his duties as vice dorm leader or because he wants to avoid Riddle’s wrath.

Jade helps Azul collect personal information on new students, but this is most likely a Jade thing and not an Octavinelle vice dorm leader thing

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diekleinesuesse · 7 months ago

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Lost Friend

(Y/H) means your Hogwarts house

The Scriptorium had left its mark. The three of them Sebastian, Ominis, and you emerged from the oppressive, dark chamber with the air between you heavy with tension. You had followed the boys into the heart of Salazar Slytherin’s secret domain, unease bubbling within you the entire time.

Sebastian had been relentless in his pursuit of forbidden knowledge, desperate to find a cure for Anne’s curse. Ominis had been quiet but firm in his disapproval of Sebastian’s methods, while you had walked a delicate line between support and caution, your loyalty to your friends pulling you in conflicting directions.

Now, in the cool, moonlit corridors of the dungeons, the silence among you spoke louder than any words could.

“I still don’t see why you’re so upset, Ominis,” Sebastian snapped as they stopped near the entrance to the Slytherin common room. His tone was defensive, but his eyes burned with the same fiery determination that had driven him into the Scriptorium in the first place. “The magic we found down there it could be the key to curing Anne.”

Ominis crossed his arms, his expression hard to read. “You don’t see it, do you? That place is cursed, Sebastian. The kind of magic you’re playing with… it’s dangerous.” He gestured toward you. “Even they can see it, and they’ve stood by you through everything.”

You hesitated, your (y/h) scarf shifting as you looked down. “I just-” you began, your voice soft. “I want to help Anne too, Sebastian. But Ominis is right. Some magic isn’t meant to be used.”

Sebastian’s jaw tightened. He looked between you and Ominis, hurt and anger battling for dominance in his expression. “Fine. You both made your point. Loud and clear.” Without another word, he stormed off toward the common room.

Ominis sighed heavily, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t have gone with us. Sebastian won’t stop until he gets what he wants, and you’ll only get caught in the crossfire.”

You frowned, your hands clenching into fists. “He’s my friend, Ominis. So are you. I can’t just stand by and watch this tear you both apart.”

Ominis tilted his head toward you, his pale eyes unseeing but his voice steady. “Then be careful. You’re more important to this mess than you realize.”

The next morning, you were gone.

Sebastian noticed first, looking for you in the Great Hall at breakfast. When you didn’t appear, he assumed you were avoiding him after the argument. Ominis said nothing, though a flicker of concern crossed his face.

By midday, when you weren’t at your usual spot in the library, even Sebastian began to worry. “They wouldn’t just leave without saying anything,” he muttered as he paced in the Undercroft, his frustration mounting. “Would they?”

Ominis leaned against the wall, his expression grim. “After last night? Maybe they needed some space. You weren’t exactly subtle in how you dismissed them.”

Sebastian rounded on him. “You think this is my fault? You were the one telling them they shouldn’t have come with us in the first place!”

“Stop deflecting, Sebastian,” Ominis said sharply. “The real question is, where are they now?”

Hours passed, and the sun began to set. By then, it was clear something was wrong. You weren’t in your dormitory or any of your usual haunts. Your absence gnawed at Sebastian, guilt mixing with a gnawing sense of dread.

“They wouldn’t just leave the castle,” Sebastian said for what felt like the hundredth time. “Not without telling someone.”

Ominis frowned, his unease growing. “Unless they didn’t leave of their own free will.”

Sebastian froze, his mind racing. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” Ominis replied, his voice low, “that they might be in trouble.”

Sebastian didn’t need to be told twice. The two of them set off together, determined to find you. What they didn’t know was that you had left the castle on a mission tied to the ancient magic you wielded. But someone had been watching you, waiting for the right moment to strike.

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Now, in a cold, dark place far from Hogwarts, you struggled against the bindings that held you. You could feel the weight of your wand missing from your side, your captors’ laughter echoing around you.

You weren’t sure how long you had been there or if anyone even knew you were gone. But you held on to one thought: Sebastian and Ominis wouldn’t give up on you.

And you wouldn’t give up on yourself.

I hope you liked this it’s my first time writing something and please ignore any spelling errors because English isn’t my first language.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts legacy ominis #hogwarts legacy sebastian #Sebstian Sallow x Reader #Ominis Gaunt x Reader

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mooonyagedaydream · 2 months ago

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The record crackled softly as the needle dropped. A few seconds of static, then the guitar hit—raw and unreal, spacey in a way that made the room feel less like the Gryffindor dormitory and more like the inside of a dream. James was off for the night, in an attempt to ask out Lily again, and Peter came along with him for emotional support. This left Sirius and Remus alone in the dorm room with just themselves, the record player, and a cheap bottle of vodka between them.

Sirius blinked as the music cut in. “Whats the singers name again?”

“David Bowie,” Remus replied, grinning like he’d just discovered magic for the second time. He was sprawled across Sirius' bed, long legs dangling off the side, fingers trailing over the cover of the album like it was a sacred text. “Moonage daydream. It’s Muggle. It’s loud. You’ll love it.”

Sirius wasn’t so sure. He crossed his arms, leaning back against the headboard, trying not to smile too much as Remus sang along under his breath. “I’m an alligator…”

Outside, the castle breathed its usual slow rhythm—wind whispering against the stone, or occasional echoes of distant laughter. But in here, it was just the two of them. Just Remus' voice, gravelly and off-key. Just Sirius' heartbeat, stupidly loud in his own ears as their hands almost touch once again.

“Keep your mouth shut… you're squawking like a pink monkey bird…”

Sirius let out a short laugh. “What the bloody hell is he talking about?”

Remus shrugged. “Not a clue. Don’t think it’s supposed to make sense.”

And maybe it wasn’t. Maybe that was the point. Maybe Bowie meant for the chaos to feel like a kind of freedom. And that, Sirius could understand.

The music built—guitars whining, Bowie's voice growing wilder, stranger—and Remus turned to look at him, something soft flickering behind his amber eyes. The kind of look that always came after pranks, or during long silences in the library, or right before he’d say something like “Pads, I think you’re full of shit, but I like you anyway.”

“I like this bit,” Sirius murmured, as the solo hit. His fingers drummed on his thigh, fidgety as ever.

“Of course you do. It sounds like a spaceship crashing into another spaceship.”

Sirius laughed, low and warm, and turned his face toward Remus again. This time he didn’t look away, slowly gazing his eye's down to his best friends lips. “You’d make a terrible rock star, Moony.”

“You’d make a brilliant one.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Remus laughed, licking his lips. “You already dress like you’re on stage.”

Sirius leaned in then, the moment suspended like a held breath. The music behind them was peaking, warbling, soaring—and then it was just lips on lips, sudden and unsure, then slower, truer. Remus tasted like cheap booze and cigarettes, but already it felt like Sirius was addicted to him. Remus grabbed onto the back of Sirius' curls, tugging on it slightly making the black haired boy deepen the kiss with a moan.

When the kiss broke neither of them moved back far, too busy staring at each other's eyes as the next song began to play. The opening chords of Star-man began to play, and Sirius couldnt help but to close his eyes and bop his head along with the melody.

“You hear that?” Remus whispered, thumb grazing over a star tattoo on Sirius' hand.

Sirius blinked, dazed. “Hear what?”

Remus grinned. “You like Bowie.”

"Maybe I just like you," Sirius teased with a slow grin taking over his sharp features.

Remus didn’t answer, laughing softly as he cupped Sirius' jaw and leaned in again, the song echoing around them like starlight caught in a bottle.

#first time posting my writing kinda nervy #wolfstar microfic #microfiction #wolfstar #moonage daydream #david bowie #marauders #the marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #ao3 #harry potter #james potter #peter pettigrew #marauders era #marauders microfic

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marcellasdiary · 1 month ago

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“i wanted more,

than life could ever grant me”

introduction to my hogwarts dr

current year: 1992

malachite baird was born new year’s eve, 1975 in portland, oregon. in true baird family fashion, he prefers the nickname “malak” over his full first name that he shares with a crystal. from the time he was born, malak came prepackaged with an eyeroll and a soundtrack. muggle music mostly, he loves it all, the louder, the better. charms came easy to him. so did skateboarding down the front steps of the house and landing in detention (or worse) before breakfast. he could easily be categorized as having middle child syndrome despite being the third of four siblings (is there technically a middle child?). or, you could simply call him the problem child. the kind who mostly kept to himself but somehow still managed to be at the center of every mess.

coming from a pureblooded family, the ilvermorny acceptance letter was no surprise. malak was seventeen and eager to begin life in the wizarding world. he was sorted into thunderbird before the statue could even finish flapping its wings. the house that represented adventurers and the soul, he fit right in and things were great. for one year anyway. the official reason for his expulsion remains redacted in school records, but the rumors range from breaking into professors’ offices for answer keys to charming half the dormitory’s beds to float out the windows in protest of curfew. whatever the truth is, no one really knows, except that it was enough for the school to state:

malachite baird would not be welcomed back at ilvermorny, school of witchcraft and wizardry.

his parents, of course, were furious. the reputation of the baird family was already a fragile thing: respectable but cracking at the edges, especially with the family split between two countries. like many old pureblood families, appearances are everything, and a son getting expelled from school was an embarrassment best shipped across the ocean. so, they pulled their magical strings and handed him over to his aunt colleen and uncle brucite in england where he would begin attending hogwarts. the british branch of the baird family managed to be simultaneously more welcoming and more terrifying than his own. their house was full of old records, older expectations, and two cousins: seraphinite and galena. galena was sweet, only eight years old at the time malak had moved in with them. she was quiet, and often watched malak from the sidelines in silent awe. seraphinite, or “seraphina” as she likes to be called, was, well, herself. stuck-up, sharp-witted, and to malak, irritating. worst of all, their rooms were right next to each other. this made for frequent fights, battles over the bathroom, and trying to make the other’s life as difficult as possible. it was hell. until it wasn’t. eventually, the bickering softened into banter. they started to realize they were more similar than they thought. malak wasn’t sure when it happened, but he realized they had become something closer to siblings. he had found a place in his family again.

at hogwarts, the sorting hat was torn between gryffindor or slytherin for malak. but after one look at how, in his opinion, obnoxious the gryffindor table was, malak silently begged the hat to put him in slytherin. there were snide remarks and side-eyes for the american who’d been kicked out of his last school, but malak didn’t care. he cared even less when he realized he could walk the line between threat and enigma without trying very hard. the mysterious act in a castle full of young adults had its perks. he did his work. mostly. he got detention. frequently, of course. he made good friends, mostly those from his own house. him along with evan rosier, barty crouch jr., and dorcas meadowes had become quite the problematic quartet: with low impulse control (especially from barty & malak) and ambitious plans to rack up the most house points. if you heard laughter echoing in the common room at midnight, it was probably them.

malachite baird has built a reputation that follows him. rebellious, dramatic, and maybe smarter than he lets on. he doesn’t talk about ilvermorny much. doesn’t talk about home, either. he says he doesn’t miss it. maybe he does, but he would never be able to admit that to anyone, especially not himself. still, he’s determined to make the next six years at hogwarts mean something.

me??? posting an actual dr intro??? who am i. i am far from having any kind of writing ability in this universe but i hope this is decent.

and btw! this is ib: @girlberrie ! love love love your intro posts and gifs they are so pretty

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biscuits-and-gracie · 21 days ago

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experiment! reader

SUBJECT PROFILE - 001-F

File ID: 001-F Clearance Level: PERSONAL - EYES ONLY Designation: "The Project" Status: ACTIVE / RESPONSIVE Handler: Dr. R. Cameron Last Update: 10.31 - 04:12 EST

IDENTIFICATION

Field: Entry

Gender: F

Age: [Redacted - same as Analyst]

Name (Used): [Intentionally withheld in file. Referred to only as “Subject.”]

Aliases: "My Monster", “Sweet Thing”, “001”

Location: UNC Chapel Hill - Humanities Dormitory

VISUAL OVERVIEW

Style leans vintage-soft, juvenile-coded

Clothing typically pastel: lace hems, ribbon accessories, Mary Janes or high socks

Hair is loosely maintained, often tied with satin (frequently frayed or off-center)

Accessories: heart-shaped lockets, glitter makeup, mismatched charm jewelry

Movement light and slightly clumsy (trips, bumps, apologizes instinctively)

Noted verbal habit: apologizing to objects, walls, furniture

First impression: She dresses like she’s someone’s lost porcelain girl. I don’t think she realizes no one’s been looking for her. I found her instead.

PSYCHOGRAPHIC PROFILE

Naive - Tends to believe what is said without question - Relies on Analyst for clarity

Emotionally Dependent - Responds to Analyst’s approval/disapproval visibly - Seeks verbal affirmation

Insecure

- Uses self-deprecating language regarding intelligence or academic ability

Submissive - Follows Analyst’s physical guidance and verbal direction instinctively

Trusting - Enters private spaces with Analyst without hesitation

Sweet - Expresses concern for Analyst’s well-being - Desires to "help" even when unable

HABITUAL TRACKING LOGS

Stats Class (MWF): Struggles with coursework; consistent failure to grasp basic logic functions. Subject appears distressed but does not seek help from traditional resources. Seeks Analyst exclusively.

Dining Patterns: Frequently forgets meals. Will eat when reminded by Analyst. Subject exhibits increased serotonin response when brought food personally.

Sleep Routine: Irregular unless instructed. Will nap when given quiet space. Recent note: sleeps better in Analyst's hoodie.

Social Navigation: Low assertiveness. Easily influenced by peer opinion. Immediately reorients behavior when Analyst appears.

EXPERIMENTAL NOTES - HIGHLIGHTED OBSERVATIONS

10.02 - Asked if it was okay she didn’t understand “even easy math.” Analyst responded affirmatively. Subject smiled, appeared visibly comforted. 10.10 - Wore a bow given by Analyst; called it her “smart girl ribbon.” No prompting required. 10.11 - Subject called Analyst “the only one who gets me.” No follow-up needed. 10.23 - Subject asked if it was “bad” she likes being told what to do. Analyst provided soft verbal encouragement. Subject smiled, leaned in. 10.30 - Subject expressed desire to “help with your science stuff” despite lack of capability. Analyst provided coloring sheets with faux data. Subject believed they were contributing. Satisfaction visible. 10.31 - Halloween. Tag worn. Identity confirmed. Analyst suppressed visible reaction. Subject unaware of significance. This was the turning point.

KEY TERMINOLOGY IN USE BY SUBJECT (UNDERLINED = FLAGGED FOR FUTURE ANALYSIS):

“I’m bad at thinking, but I’m good at listening.”

“You always know what to do with me.”

“I just want to make you proud.”

“You make me feel… like I could be smart.”

“don’t unmake me, please?” (10.31, post-costume. FLAGGED: SUBMISSION, VOLUNTARY)

ANALYST’S PRIVATE NOTES (UNFILED):

She doesn’t know she’s being studied.

She thinks it’s love.

She thanks me for what I do to her mind.

When she wears what I give her-bows, tags, words- she doesn’t realize that each one is a binding.

That sweater still smells like her. I haven’t washed it. I don’t plan to.

CURRENT STATUS:

Phase I (Attachment): ✅

Phase II (Dependency): ✅

Phase III (Identity Restructuring): IN PROGRESS

Phase IV (Containment): SCHEDULED

Room key duplication complete. Drawer installed beneath lab bench. Analyst is waiting.

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crochetnerdsworld · 14 days ago

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The Prank Chronicles (Kelley O'Hara X Reader)

Kelley and Y/N are bored. The result? Pranks.

The afternoon sun blazed mercilessly over the USWNT training facility in Orlando, casting long shadows across the manicured practice fields. Inside the dormitory, the hallways buzzed with the familiar sounds of post-training recovery – ice baths running, music playing softly, and the occasional groan of an exhausted athlete.

Kelley O'Hara pushed open the door to room 237, her training gear still damp with sweat. She collapsed onto her bed with the dramatic flair that had endeared her to teammates and fans alike, one arm flung across her forehead in mock despair.

"I'm dying," she announced to no one in particular. "Actually dying of boredom."

Y/N looked up from where she was organizing their shared suitcase, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. After three years of marriage, she recognized that particular tone in her wife's voice. "We literally just finished a two-hour training session. Most normal people would be napping right now."

"But we're not normal people," Kelley shot back, rolling onto her side to face Y/N properly. "We're married to each other, which automatically disqualifies us from normalcy. Plus, we have three whole hours until dinner. Three hours, Y/N. That's like... a lifetime in camp time."

Y/N sat down on the edge of the bed, running her fingers through Kelley's still-damp hair. "What did you have in mind? And please tell me it doesn't involve getting us kicked out of camp."

Kelley's eyes lit up with the kind of mischievous gleam that had gotten her into trouble since she was five years old. "Have I ever gotten us kicked out of anything?"

"Do you want the chronological list or should I just hit the highlights?"

"Okay, fair point. But this is different. This is... team bonding."

"Team bonding," Y/N repeated slowly.

"Through carefully orchestrated chaos."

"You mean pranks."

"I prefer 'strategic morale boosting activities.'"

Y/N sighed, though she was fighting a smile. "What did you have in mind?"

The First Strike

Kelley's first target was obvious: Rose Lavelle, whose room sat directly across the hallway and whose trusting nature made her an ideal victim. The plan was simple, classic, and – according to Kelley – absolutely foolproof.

"Nail polish," Kelley whispered, holding up the clear bottle like a prized trophy. "We paint her soap with it, and voilà – instant confusion."

"That seems almost too easy," Y/N murmured, but she was already reaching for the spare key card that Rose had given them earlier in the week. Being married to someone on the team definitely had its advantages.

They waited until the familiar sound of running water echoed from Rose's bathroom, then slipped across the hall like a pair of cat burglars. The room was typically Rose – neat but lived-in, with her trademark pink headband draped over a chair and her phone playing soft music from the nightstand.

Y/N kept watch while Kelley carefully painted the bar of soap with clear nail polish, making sure to cover every surface. It dried quickly in the warm Florida air.

"This feels wrong," Y/N whispered as they crept back to their own room.

"This feels perfect," Kelley corrected, pressing her ear to the door.

They didn't have to wait long. Within twenty minutes, they could hear Rose's increasingly frustrated voice through the thin walls.

"What the hell is wrong with this soap?" Rose muttered. Then, louder: "Seriously, what is wrong with this thing?"

Kelley had to stuff a pillow over her face to muffle her laughter. Y/N just shook her head, though she was grinning too.

The next morning at breakfast, Rose slumped into her usual seat next to Mallory Swanson, looking thoroughly defeated.

"I think there's something wrong with the water in my room," she announced to the table. "My soap won't work. Like, at all. I had to use shampoo to wash my hands last night."

Kelley nearly choked on her orange juice. Y/N kicked her under the table.

"That's weird," said Trinity Rodman, looking genuinely concerned. "Maybe you should ask for a different room?"

"Or different soap," suggested Alex Morgan helpfully.

Rose nodded seriously. "I might have to. I've never experienced soap failure before. Is that even a thing?"

This time, Y/N had to disguise her laugh as a coughing fit.

Escalation

The success of Operation Soap Failure only emboldened Kelley. By the second day, she had convinced Y/N to help with something far more ambitious: what she dramatically dubbed "The Great Shoe Shuffle."

"Think about it," Kelley explained as they lurked outside the dining hall, waiting for most of the team to head to dinner. "Everyone just leaves their cleats outside their doors to air out. It's like they're asking for it."

"Twenty-three pairs of shoes, Kelley. That's a lot of shoes to move."

"Which is why it'll be epic."

The operation took nearly an hour. They worked systematically, moving from door to door, carefully noting who wore what size and creating the maximum possible confusion. Kelley insisted on a complex rotation system that ensured everyone would end up with someone else's boots, but no one would get shoes that were dangerously mismatched in size.

"You're putting way too much thought into this," Y/N observed as Kelley consulted her hastily scribbled notes.

"There's no such thing as too much thought when it comes to pranks. This is an art form, Y/N. An art form."

The next morning's training session was absolute chaos. Players stumbled out of the dormitory in various states of confusion, holding up cleats that clearly didn't belong to them.

"Has anyone seen my size 8 Nikes?" Sophia Smith called out, examining a pair of bright pink boots that were clearly too small.

"Those are mine!" Mallory laughed, trying to squeeze her feet into what appeared to be Alex Morgan's pristine white cleats.

"These aren't mine either," Alex called back, holding up a pair of well-worn black boots. "I think these might be Crystal's?"

Crystal Dunn emerged from the dormitory carrying three different pairs of shoes, none of which were hers. "What happened out here? Did a tornado hit the shoe rack?"

Coach Vlatko stood in the middle of the chaos, watching his players hop around trying to figure out their footwear situation. Y/N caught him hiding a smile behind his clipboard.

"Alright, everyone," he called out. "Figure out your shoes. We start training in ten minutes, even if you have to play barefoot."

The shoe sorting took twenty minutes. Players traded boots back and forth like they were dealing cards, with occasional bursts of laughter as someone discovered their cleats three people down the line.

"This is actually kind of fun," admitted Trinity, finally reunited with her own boots. "Like a really weird team building exercise."

Kelley beamed at Y/N. "See? Team building."

The Breakfast Incident

By day three, Kelley had grown drunk on power. Despite Y/N's increasingly nervous protests, she had set her sights on what she called "the ultimate breakfast bamboozle."

"Donuts," she explained, as if this single word contained the secrets of the universe.

"Kelley, no."

"Kelley, yes. Think about it – everyone loves donuts. Everyone trusts donuts. Donuts are pure, innocent joy."

"Which is exactly why we shouldn't mess with them."

"But that's what makes it perfect!"

The plan required them to wake up at 5:30 AM to sneak into the dining hall before the kitchen staff arrived. Kelley had somehow acquired a key card from the facilities manager ("I told him I wanted to practice my juggling in the dining room," she explained unconvincingly), and they crept through the dark hallways like commandos on a covert mission.

The kitchen was eerily quiet, illuminated only by the green glow of the exit signs. Kelley had come prepared with a box of donuts from a nearby shop and several tubes of mayonnaise that she'd mysteriously procured.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Y/N whispered as she held a jelly donut steady while Kelley carefully extracted the filling with a small knife.

"You're doing it because you love me and because this is going to be legendary."

"I'm doing it because someone needs to make sure you don't accidentally poison our teammates."

They worked quickly, hollowing out six donuts and refilling them with mayonnaise, then carefully placing them among the regular breakfast pastries that had been set out the night before. To the casual observer, they looked completely normal.

"Perfect," Kelley whispered, stepping back to admire their handiwork. "Absolutely perfect."

They made it back to their room just as the first players were beginning to stir for the morning training session. Y/N immediately crawled back into bed and pulled the covers over her head.

"I can't watch," she mumbled. "Wake me when it's over."

But Kelley was far too invested in the outcome to sleep. She positioned herself strategically at a breakfast table with a clear view of the pastry station and waited.

Crystal Dunn was the first victim. She grabbed a coffee and what appeared to be a strawberry-filled donut, taking a massive bite while chatting with Andi Sullivan about the upcoming match.

The reaction was immediate and spectacular. Crystal's face went through a series of expressions – confusion, disgust, and then pure horror – before she spit out the bite and grabbed for her water bottle.

"Oh my GOD," she gasped, her eyes watering. "What the hell is in this thing?"

The commotion drew attention from across the dining hall. Several players rushed over to see what was wrong.

"Are you okay?" asked Andi, looking alarmed.

"This donut," Crystal held up the offending pastry like evidence in a criminal trial, "is filled with mayonnaise. Actual mayonnaise."

A hush fell over the dining hall. Players stared at the innocent-looking donuts with newfound suspicion.

"Maybe it was a mistake?" suggested Rose hopefully. "Like, maybe someone in the kitchen got confused?"

As if summoned by her words, the head chef emerged from the kitchen, looking genuinely baffled. "What's this about mayonnaise donuts? We don't make mayonnaise donuts."

All eyes turned to the pastry station. Several players approached cautiously, as if the donuts might explode at any moment.

"I'm not eating anything round for the rest of camp," declared Sophia, backing away from the table.

Kelley was trying so hard not to laugh that she was practically vibrating in her seat. Y/N, who had finally emerged from under her covers, looked like she wanted to disappear entirely.

"Maybe we should just stick to toast," Alex suggested diplomatically.

The Great Donut Incident, as it came to be known, cast a shadow of suspicion over the entire breakfast spread for the rest of the week.

The Investigation Begins

By day four, it was becoming clear to everyone that the recent string of "incidents" was not coincidental. The team had begun to discuss the pranks openly, and several players had appointed themselves amateur detectives.

"Someone is definitely messing with us," announced Trinity at lunch, looking around the table with narrowed eyes. "These aren't random occurrences. This is coordinated."

"But who would do something like this?" asked Rose, still traumatized by her soap experience.

Crystal, who had still not fully recovered from the mayonnaise donut incident, pointed her fork accusingly at the table. "It's someone with access to our rooms. Someone we trust."

"So basically any of us," Mallory pointed out.

"Not any of us," Crystal corrected. "Someone with a history of chaos. Someone with means, motive, and opportunity."

All eyes slowly turned to Kelley, who was doing her best to look innocent while shoveling salad into her mouth.

"Why is everyone looking at me?" she asked around a mouthful of lettuce.

"Because you literally got suspended from high school for putting bubble wrap under all the toilet seats," Y/N said flatly, apparently having reached the end of her rope.

"That was educational! I was testing acoustic properties!"

"You made the principal fall into the toilet," Crystal pointed out.

"That was an unintended consequence."

Rose gasped, pointing at Kelley like she'd just solved a murder mystery. "It was you! You're the soap saboteur!"

"I prefer 'cleaning product modification specialist,'" Kelley replied, abandoning all pretense of innocence.

The table erupted in accusations and laughter. Players began recounting their experiences, comparing notes on the various inconveniences they'd suffered.

"The shoes thing was actually kind of brilliant," admitted Sophia grudgingly. "Annoying, but brilliant."

"The donut thing crossed a line," Crystal said, though she was smiling now. "I thought I was having some kind of taste bud emergency."

Y/N raised her hand tentatively. "For the record, I tried to talk her out of most of these."

"Most of them?" Alex asked.

"Okay, fine, I helped with all of them. But I was a reluctant accomplice!"

"The best kind of accomplice," Kelley said, leaning over to kiss her wife's cheek. "You're an excellent criminal mastermind."

"I'm never going to live this down, am I?" Y/N sighed.

The Counterattack

The team's response was swift and merciless. That evening, as Kelley and Y/N returned from a post-dinner walk around the facility, they found a note slipped under their door. The handwriting was unfamiliar, clearly disguised, and the message was ominous in its simplicity:

"We know it was you two. Watch your backs. Sleep with one eye open. Revenge is coming. - The Victims"

"That's... actually kind of scary," Y/N said, turning the note over as if looking for more clues.

"It's adorable," Kelley countered, though she was looking around the hallway with slightly more caution than usual. "They think they can out-prank the master."

"The master? Since when are you the master?"

"Since I successfully orchestrated three days of controlled chaos without getting caught."

"You did get caught. Literally everyone knows it was us."

"Details."

They went to bed that night with a false sense of security. Kelley had checked under the beds, in the closets, and even in the bathroom, finding nothing more suspicious than Y/N's collection of hair products.

"See?" she said, settling into bed with satisfaction. "They're all talk."

She woke up the next morning to find their entire room transformed. Every single item – from the beds to the chairs to the individual bottles of shampoo in the bathroom – had been wrapped in plastic wrap. Not just covered, but meticulously, thoroughly wrapped, like the world's most extensive art installation.

"What the hell?" Kelley sat up in bed, which crinkled ominously beneath her. Even the sheets had been wrapped.

Y/N emerged from the bathroom looking like she'd been wrestling with a giant spider web. "I can't get to my toothbrush," she announced. "My toothbrush is in plastic wrap prison."

Taped to the door was another note, this one written in cheerful, colorful markers: "Welcome to your plastic fantastic morning! Love, your teammates. P.S. – This took us four hours. We hope you appreciate the effort. P.P.S. – The plastic wrap is recyclable. We're not monsters."

Kelley stood in the middle of the room, slowly turning to take in the full scope of the retaliation. Every surface gleamed with plastic wrap. Even the light switches had been carefully covered.

"This is..." she paused, searching for words.

"Horrible?" Y/N suggested, struggling with a wrapped pillow.

"Incredible," Kelley finished, her voice full of genuine admiration. "This is absolutely incredible. Look at this attention to detail! They even wrapped the individual hangers in the closet!"

"Kelley, we can't use anything in this room."

"But look at the craftsmanship! This is art, Y/N. Vengeful, inconvenient art."

A knock at the door interrupted her appreciation. Crystal's voice came through the plastic-covered wood: "How do you like your room makeover?"

Kelley opened the door to find half the team gathered in the hallway, all wearing matching grins and several holding phones to document the reaction.

"This is amazing," Kelley said sincerely. "Seriously, I'm impressed. How did you get in here?"

"Rose still had your spare key card," Trinity explained. "We figured turnabout was fair play."

"We also brought you breakfast," added Mallory, holding up a tray. "Don't worry, it's not booby-trapped. We're not savages."

"The great part," said Alex, "is that you have to unwrap everything if you want to use it. Every. Single. Thing."

Y/N looked around the room with growing despair. "This is going to take hours."

"Should have thought of that before you filled my donut with condiments," Crystal said cheerfully.

The Unwrapping

What followed was perhaps the most tedious hour of Kelley's life. Every item in their room had been so thoroughly wrapped that accessing anything required careful peeling and unwinding. The plastic wrap clung to itself with supernatural tenacity, and more than once, Kelley found herself stuck to her own belongings.

Y/N had given up on her toiletries entirely and was using travel-sized items from their suitcase. "I can't get the cap off my shampoo bottle," she announced in defeat. "It's like they used industrial-strength wrap."

"They probably did," Kelley said, wrestling with a lamp that appeared to be encased in at least six layers of plastic. "This is military-grade room wrapping."

Several teammates stopped by throughout the morning to check on their progress and offer helpful suggestions like "Have you tried cutting it?" and "Maybe there's a seam somewhere?"

Rose appeared in the doorway around 10 AM with a cup of coffee and a sympathetic expression. "How's it going?"

"I've been trying to get into my suitcase for twenty minutes," Y/N replied, surrounded by ribbons of plastic wrap. "I think they might have wrapped each individual item inside the suitcase too."

"We might have gotten a little carried away," Rose admitted. "But in our defense, you did mess with my soap for three days."

"Fair point," Y/N conceded.

By noon, they had managed to unwrap about sixty percent of their belongings. Kelley had developed a new appreciation for the simple pleasure of accessing her own possessions without a twenty-minute unwrapping process.

"I think there's a lesson here," she said, finally freeing a t-shirt from its plastic prison.

"That we should never prank our teammates again?" Y/N asked hopefully.

"That our teammates are more devious than I gave them credit for."

The Escalation Continues

The plastic wrap incident should have been the end of it. It was proportional, creative, and had clearly taken considerable effort to execute. Any reasonable person would have called it even.

Kelley O'Hara was not a reasonable person.

"They want a prank war," she announced over lunch, her eyes gleaming with dangerous enthusiasm. "They've got a prank war."

"Kelley, no," Y/N said automatically.

"Kelley, yes. This is happening."

"What are you thinking?" asked Trinity, who had been eavesdropping from the next table over.

"I'm thinking it's time to go big."

"How big?" Crystal asked nervously.

Kelley's grin was positively feral. "Stadium big."

Operation: Wake-Up Call

The next morning, the entire team was awakened at 5:47 AM by what sounded like a marching band warming up outside their windows. Players stumbled out of their rooms in various states of undress to find the source of the commotion.

In the courtyard below, a bluetooth speaker was blasting "Reveille" at maximum volume. Attached to the speaker was a note: "Good morning, sunshine! Early bird gets the worm! - Your favorite pranksters."

"KELLEY!" came the collective shout from approximately fifteen different windows.

But Kelley and Y/N were nowhere to be found. They had slipped out of the building at 5:30 AM and were currently hiding behind the equipment shed, watching the chaos unfold through the fence.

"This might have been too much," Y/N whispered, watching their teammates stumble around in their pajamas trying to locate the speaker.

"This is perfect," Kelley whispered back. "Look how awake everyone is! We're basically providing a free wake-up service."

It took the team twenty minutes to figure out how to turn off the speaker, by which time several members of the coaching staff had also been roused from their sleep. Coach Vlatko appeared in the courtyard wearing a bathrobe and an expression that suggested he was questioning his career choices.

When Kelley and Y/N finally crept back to their room an hour later, they found another note waiting for them. This one was written in what appeared to be red ink, though it might have been ketchup.

"This means war. - The United Victims Alliance"

"United Victims Alliance?" Y/N read aloud. "They formed an alliance?"

"And they gave themselves a name," Kelley added admiringly. "I'm so proud of them."

The Great Shampoo Switcheroo

The UVA's next move was subtler but more personally devastating. Over the course of several days, they systematically replaced everyone's hair products with identical-looking bottles filled with completely different contents.

The switch was so gradual and expertly executed that it took Y/N three days to realize her expensive volumizing shampoo had been replaced with dish soap.

"My hair feels weird," she announced after her morning shower, running her fingers through locks that squeaked when she touched them.

"Weird how?" Kelley asked, not looking up from her phone.

"Squeaky weird. And it smells like... lemons?"

That's when Kelley looked up and saw her wife's hair, which was standing up in gravity-defying peaks despite being soaking wet.

"Y/N," she said slowly, "I think you've been dish-soaped."

The realization that they were dealing with opponents who were willing to mess with hair care products marked a turning point in the conflict. This was no longer about harmless pranks – this was personal.

"They went after my hair," Y/N said, staring at her reflection in horror. "My hair, Kelley."

"I know, baby. This aggression will not stand."

"What do we do?"

Kelley's expression was grim with determination. "We end this."

The Nuclear Option

Kelley's final plan was so ambitious, so audacious, that it required two weeks of preparation and the assistance of three different facility maintenance workers. She called it "Operation: Pink Flamingo," and refused to explain the name to anyone, including Y/N.

The setup began at 3 AM on a Tuesday. Kelley had somehow acquired the master key to every room in the dormitory ("I told them I was conducting a fire safety inspection," she explained unconvincingly), and she moved through the building like a pink plastic ninja.

By 6 AM, every single room in the dormitory contained at least one inflatable pink flamingo. Some rooms had multiple flamingos. The particularly egregious pranksters – Crystal and Trinity, who had been identified as the ringleaders of the UVA – woke up to find their room completely filled with the plastic birds, so many that they could barely open the door.

But the pièce de résistance was yet to come. At exactly 7 AM, as players were stumbling out of their rooms to investigate the flamingo situation, the facility's PA system crackled to life.

"Good morning, beautiful flamingos," came Kelley's voice, echoing through every speaker in the building. "Welcome to Flamingo Tuesday, where everyone's a little more fabulous and a lot more pink. This message will repeat every fifteen minutes for the next four hours. Have a flamingo-tastic day!"

The message did indeed repeat every fifteen minutes, accompanied by a different flamingo-themed song each time. By the third repetition, most of the team was gathered in the lobby, surrounded by approximately two hundred inflatable pink birds.

"She's lost her mind," Crystal declared, holding a flamingo that was nearly as tall as she was. "She's finally snapped."

"I kind of admire the commitment," said Alex, attempting to deflate one of the smaller flamingos. "This must have cost a fortune."

Rose was sitting on the floor, completely overwhelmed by the absurdity of the situation. "I just wanted to use soap that worked," she said to no one in particular. "That's all I wanted."

Coach Vlatko appeared in the lobby, took one look at the flamingo-filled chaos, and slowly backed away without saying a word.

"Should we be concerned that he didn't even try to address this?" asked Mallory.

"I think we're past the point of normal coaching responses," Trinity replied.

The Summit

By noon, with the PA system still broadcasting flamingo facts ("Did you know that flamingos can live up to 60 years in captivity? Now you do!"), the team had reached a breaking point. Crystal called an emergency meeting in the dining hall, which had been declared a flamingo-free zone after a negotiated ceasefire.

"This has to stop," she announced to the assembled players. "We're professional athletes, not characters in a cartoon."

"Speak for yourself," called Kelley from the back of the room. "I'm feeling very cartoon-ish today."

"Kelley, you've turned our training camp into a pink plastic nightmare," said Rose. "There are flamingos in the ice baths."

"That's for aesthetic purposes. Everything looks better with flamingos."

Y/N finally spoke up. "Okay, I love my wife, but even I have to draw the line somewhere. There's a flamingo in our shower, Kelley. We can't actually use our shower because there's a six-foot inflatable bird in it."

"That one might have been an overreach," Kelley admitted.

Coach Vlatko appeared in the doorway, surveying the scene with the weary expression of a man who had seen too much. "Can we all agree that whatever this is," he gestured vaguely at the room, "it ends today? We have a match in three days, and I need my players focused on soccer, not... whatever this flamingo situation is."

"The flamingo situation has a name," Kelley said defensively. "It's Operation Pink Flamingo."

"I don't care what it's called. I want it over."

The Peace Accord

What followed was perhaps the most diplomatic negotiation in USWNT history. Trinity and Crystal represented the United Victims Alliance, while Kelley and Y/N formed what they called the "Chaos Coalition" (though Y/N insisted her membership was involuntary).

The terms of the peace accord were hammered out over several hours of intense negotiation:

All pranks would cease immediatelyKelley and Y/N would personally remove every flamingo from the dormitoryThe PA system would be restored to normal functionAll hair products would be returned to their rightful ownersThere would be a general amnesty for all prank-related activitiesFuture team bonding activities would be approved by a committee

"This is very official," observed Alex, reading over the handwritten agreement. "Should we get this notarized?"

"I think our signatures are sufficient," said Crystal, though she was clearly taking the document very seriously.

Kelley signed with a flourish. "This has been the best camp ever."

"For you, maybe," said Rose. "I still can't get my shower to smell like anything other than dish soap."

"That's character building," Kelley replied cheerfully.

The Cleanup

Removing two hundred inflatable flamingos from a dormitory turned out to be more challenging than installing them. Several of the larger birds had become wedged in doorways and required careful maneuvering to extract. The flamingo in Crystal and Trinity's room had somehow gotten tangled in the ceiling fan and required maintenance assistance to remove.

Y/N found herself oddly nostalgic as they deflated the last few birds. "It's kind of sad to see them go," she admitted. "They were pretty cheerful."

"We can keep a few for our room at home," Kelley suggested, carefully folding a medium-sized flamingo. "As mementos."

"Absolutely not."

"Just one?"

"No."

"What about just the tiny one? It could be our mascot."

Y/N looked at the small flamingo in question, which was admittedly rather cute. "Maybe just the tiny one."

The Aftermath

The remaining days of camp passed in blessed normalcy. Players were able to shower with appropriate hair products, wear their own cleats, and eat breakfast pastries without fear of mayonnaise-based betrayal. The flamingo-free environment seemed almost boring after the chaos of the previous week.

On the last day of camp, as players were packing up to head home, Rose knocked on Kelley and Y/N's door.

"I wanted to say something," she began, looking slightly embarrassed. "The soap thing was really annoying, and the wake-up call was terrible, and I'll probably have nightmares about flamingos for weeks..."

"This is a great apology acceptance speech so far," Kelley interrupted.

"But," Rose continued, "this was actually one of the most fun camps we've had. Everyone was laughing more, even when they were complaining. It felt like we were all just... playing. Like kids."

Y/N felt her heart soften. "That's really sweet, Rose."

"Plus, the flamingo thing was actually kind of impressive. How did you even fit two hundred of them in the building?"

"Trade secret," Kelley replied mysteriously.

As Rose left, Y/N turned to her wife. "So, was it worth it?"

Kelley looked around their flamingo-free room, then at the small pink bird sitting on her nightstand – their one approved memento. "Absolutely. Though I think next camp, maybe we stick to more traditional team bonding activities."

"Like what?"

"Karaoke?"

"Kelley, no."

"Kelley, yes?"

Y/N sighed, but she was smiling. "We'll see."

Outside their window, the Florida sun was setting over the training fields, and the dormitory was finally quiet. Somewhere down the hall, someone was laughing – probably at a memory of flamingos or mayonnaise donuts or shoes that didn't fit.

And in room 237, Kelley O'Hara was already planning their next adventure.

"What are you thinking about?" Y/N asked, recognizing the look on her wife's face.

"Nothing," Kelley said innocently. "Just wondering if they make inflatable soccer balls."

"Kelley..."

"What? I'm just curious!"

Y/N shook her head, but she was still smiling as she went back to packing. After all, life with Kelley O'Hara was never boring – and she wouldn't have it any other way.

The tiny pink flamingo seemed to wink at her from the nightstand, as if it knew that this was just the beginning of their adventures together.

Camp was over, but the memories – and the stories they'd be telling for years to come – were just getting started.

#uswnt imagines #kelley o'hara x reader #kelley o'hara #uswnt x reader

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🔞MINORS DNI🔞

And They Were Roomates

Summary: It's your senior year at New World University, and there's been some changes to the dorms since you went home for your summer break. As such, roommate plans have been rearranged, and you were to meet your new one today. Imagine your shock when the man who walked through the door was your tormentor for most of your life here...

Relationship: Eustass kidd x Fem!reader

Tags: modern au, college au, Kidd is a bully, sexual tension, hatefucking, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, name calling, rough sex, creampie, brat taming if you squint, Kidd catches feelings at the end

Length: nearly 3k words

The lock of your dormitory door clicked as you twisted the key, granting you access. When you were welcomed by a dark entryway, you realized your mysterious new roommate wasn’t here yet. No matter, you didn’t mind being here first.

Due to a complication with the system, you were unable to find out who your roommate for this semester was going to be. It truthfully made you a little nervous, as your last roommate was a total sweetheart named Koala, a political science major who dabbled in martial arts. The two of you became fast friends during the previous few semesters, but alas, life wasn't so kind this time around. Starting fresh wasn’t bad though. You at least hoped that your new roommate would be just as nice as Koala. You pulled your luggage into one of the two small bedrooms allotted to you. You found it a little strange that there were two bedrooms, as you were used to the same single-room dorms you and Koala shared, but it wasn’t unwelcome. It felt like a luxury to actually have some privacy. When you were finished, you looked around the common area. It was very cramped, only having room for a loveseat and an itty bitty coffee table across from the small TV mounted to the wall, but again, it was far bigger than the dorms you were used to. You were actually kind of excited!

Of course, that excitement was interrupted by the door swinging wide open, and your heart sank when a familiar broom of red hair ducked through the frame.

When his amber eyes caught sight of you, his whole face soured. “No fuckin’ way. You!?”

Oh sweet merciful lord, NO. Eustass Kidd!? Your mysterious roommate is the biggest pain in your ass since you enrolled!? He’s done nothing but bully you around like a middle schooler every time the two of you had a class! This bastard was the number one reason you were so happy to go home for the summer every year!

You swallowed your shock and disdain, attempting to figuratively be the bigger person. “I… wasn’t expecting this…”

“Yeah, well neither was I!” he spits, his Scottish accent thick in his speech. “I have the bloody misfortune of rooming with this fuckin’ twat!”

“Excuse me!?” you bark. “How dare you!?”

“Ya heard me, bird. I can’t fuckin stand bein’ around yer prissy arse.”

“Prissy!?” you exclaim. “Well excuse me for actually caring about my appearance! You always look like you just rolled out of bed!”

“It’s called bein’ punk, ya dafty.” He shoots back. “That’s the bloody point.”

“I’ve seen punks that take better care of their appearance than you! Not to mention the stench every time I have the misfortune of being near you. If you’re gonna live here, at least take a fucking shower every day!”

“Oh, that’s rich comin’ from the twat that reeks like she bathes in a tub o’ perfume every mornin’! How many bottles do ya go through a week? I can smell ya from three rooms over!”

“It’s a nice smell and I hardly use that much!” you shoot back. “Maybe if you stopped huffing engine fumes all goddamn day you’d be able to appreciate it.”

“Hah!” he barks out a laugh. “At least I’m usin’ my time for somethin’ useful! Aren’t you majorin’ somethin’ bloody useless? Like English?”

“I’m a Communications major, dumbass. Big difference.”

“Aye, whatever. Don’t get yer knickers in a twist.” Kidd huffs, throwing his prosthetic arm up and dragging his luggage to his bedroom. Thank god the two of you at least had separate rooms…

When he returned from his room, he pointed at you. “We’re gonna have tae lay down some ground rules, bird. Coz if I’m stuck roomin’ with ya, I want my life to at least be a little tolerable.”

“I should be saying that…” you huff, crossing your arms.

“One, keep yer bleedin’ trap shut. I hate listenin’ to ya yap enough as it is.”

“You can’t just tell me to be quiet, asshole!” you argue. “That isn’t fair!”

“Life ain’t fair, ninny. Two, stay the fuck away from my room. If I catch a whiff of yer stench on any of my shit, there’ll be hell to pay.”

“That goes the same for you.” you agree.

Kidd snorts. “Three, you’ll let me bring over whoever the hell I want and ya won’t say a damn thing about it. That includes whoever I feel like shaggin’ that night.”

“Oh great, I get to listen to you disappoint your lovers in real-time. Is it my birthday?” you snark.

“Oy! Don’t be callin’ me some one-pump-chump, bird. You’d be surprised to know how many hoors I got blowin’ my phone up every day.”

“I didn’t call you a one-pump-chump,” you say with a smirk. “You’re telling on yourself.”

Kidd choked on air, and you felt like you could dance in victory. You actually got one on him! This is a high you’ll be riding for the rest of your life!

“Right, now listen here, ya cheeky cunt.” Kidd, growls, getting in your face and poking you in the chest with his prosthetic hand. “Don’t be thinkin’ that just coz ya made a little joke that yer above me. I guarantee that I can have ya shakin’ and screamin’ my name all night.”

“Looks like I struck a nerve,” you say, still smirking and looking up at his fiery eyes. “But I don’t believe your empty lies, Kidd. sorry.”

“Oh, it’s not a lie, bird…” Kidd growls, lifting your chin with his metal finger. “It’s a promise.”

Something about the way he said that sent electricity shooting down your belly and into your groin. Fuck, you hated this bastard, but the way his bright eyes were boring into you so hungrily made you wanna squeeze your thighs together.

“What do ya say, bird? Ya want a ride with the Eustass Kidd? The way yer lookin’ at me, I’d say yes…”

“Don’t call yourself “the” Eustass Kidd like you’re some kind of celebrity, dumbass.” you snarked.

“Oy, do somethin’ about that mouth o’ yours or I’m gonna do it for ye,” he growled, gripping your jaw and squishing your cheeks.

“Do it, you won’t,” you whispered, challenging him.

Kidd smashed his ruby-painted lips into yours then, groaning in a way that made your core throb. He moved his hands down to your ass, squeezing with both his flesh and prosthetic hands. Your hands travelled up his broad chest, hooking around his thick neck. When his tongue licked your greedy lips, you opened them, permitting him to shove it down your throat. The air became heated as the two of you clicked your teeth together, rubbing and grinding your bodies in an intense display of raw lust.

You squeaked as his rough hands picked you up like you weighed nothing, wrapping your legs around his torso. He smirked into your lips as he carried you to his bed.

Once there, he threw you into his sheets, not even waiting for you to settle out the first couple of bounces before he went and attacked your pretty lips again. He could feel that his lipstick was smudged all over both of your mouths, but he didn’t give a fuck. You tasted too fucking good, and he wanted more.

He disconnected your lips for a moment, smirking at the translucent string of saliva that connected your tongues. He removed his faded band tee, revealing his thick, muscled body scarred from years of reckless street fighting. He went in to tug your shirt off next, groaning in your ear. “Let me see that fuckin’ body of yours, bird.”

You gasped breathlessly, helping him remove your blouse and bra. When your chest was bare, he licked his lips approvingly. “Been wantin’ to see these pretty tits since I met ya.”

“Yeah, I bet, pervert.” you snark.

Growling, Kidd dove into your neck, biting and licking while he pinched your nipples in his warm flesh hand, rolling and tugging between his fingers. You bit your lip, holding in your moans.

“Ah, ah, don’t be doin’ that birdie. Let me hear how much ya love it,” he smirked against your skin.

“Y-you’ll have to do better than that, Useless Mid.” you challenge. “You aren’t getting shit from me.”

“Oh, the little prissy miss has a spine, eh? Very well.” you shivered when he looked you dead in the eyes. The look he was giving you was downright predatory.

In a swift motion, KIdd tugged down your sweats and panties at the same time, revealing your glistening folds. You looked away from his face then, embarrassed.

“Aww, are you gettin’ shy on me, bird? Where’s your cheeky jokes?”

“Sh-shut the fuck up…” you mumble, still not looking in his eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin, love. Surely you’ve shagged at least a few times with this body of yours.”

“I-I don’t think that’s any of your business!” you gasp at him.

“I’m right ain’t I?” he grins.

“No, you’re not!” you shout, covering your face in annoyance. “I’m just not used to it being like this!”

“Ah, but you like it, don’t ya, bird? Yer as wet as a drowned rat.”

“Shut up…”

“I bet your minge tastes just as sweet as your mouth, birdie. I’m gonna give ya the face ride o’ yer fuckin’ life.”

“Stop talking and do it already you- hnnHHAAHH!”

You couldn’t contain your moan when Kidd’s rough tongue licked a stripe up your sopping folds, and he chuckled. “There it is. Keep making those sounds, pretty girl.”

You hated to admit this, but this was probably the best head you’ve gotten in your life. Kidd drank from you greedily like you were a water fountain and he was dying of thirst. The way his lips latched around your clit and the sounds of him slurping from your dripping hole were enough to make you go crazy. Your hand found his mess of scarlet red hair, tugging him further into your aching pussy as you ground it on his face. Kidd couldn’t contain his moans and the vibrations shocked your clit deliciously.

“Mmmhf… yer close, ain’t ya, bird?” he groans against your hole as he slurps. “Mmmngh… yer twitchin’ on me face. C’mon, then. Cum on my tongue ya dirty cunt. Y’know ya want tae.”

You gripped his hair harder with one hand and covered your mouth with the other, letting out a loud moan as your orgasm ripped through. Kidd moaned into your pussy as he lapped up your delicious cream.

While you were lying there, twitching with aftershocks, Kidd admired the new bright red pair of lipstick panties he left on your cute pussy. He wished his phone was closer to the bed so he could take a picture for his wank bank. Oh well, he had a good memory anyway.

“Sh-shit…” you gasped. “Oh fuck…”

“Mmmh, that don’t sound like disappointment to me, birdie,” Kidd smirks, leaning in front of your face.

“S-so what? You may be good with your mouth, but it doesn’t change the fact you’re a one-pump-chump…”

“You’re losin’ yer edge, lass. You don’t sound like ya mean that anymore.”

“Shut up, asshole.” you spat, although still breathless. “I’m not changing my mind.”

“Well, then I’ll just have to make ya, then.” he chuckles.

Kidd momentarily stepped off the bed to remove his belts and pants, revealing a sizable tent in his boxers. You swallowed in anticipation, a little nervous.

Kidd made a show of revealing his cock, and by god, Kidd was a large man, and that thing was proportional. Your eyes widened in both hunger and a little bit of fear and he laughed.

“Ya like what ya see, birdie?” he asks, stroking it slowly.

“It’s… bigger than I expected…” you whimper.

This seemed to stroke Kidd’s ego exponentially because he gave a low growl. “That’s right, bird. And every last inch is gonna fill ya right up.”

He knelt back on the bed, pulling your hips forward and slowly rubbing his cock up and down your pussy.

“Ah yeah, you’re nice n’ wet for me, ya dirty girl. It should slide in no problem.”

“W-will it fit…?” you gulp.

You saw Kidd’s cock twitch at that. “Careful, bird. You’re askin’ for me to break the bed when ya talk like that.”

Kidd lined himself with your drooling hole, slowly pushing himself inside. He threw his head back as your gummy walls fluttered around the intrusion.

“Fuck…” he moans. “So hot… so tight…”

You gripped the sheets as he slid further into your walls, nearly bumping your cervix with his blunt tip.

“Shit… yer like a bloody vice on my cock, birdie…” he groans, biting his lip.

“You’re just too fucking big!” you whine.

“Yeah, but you love it,” he says, leaning down and smirking in your face. “Yer hips are movin’ on their own, love. Ya want me to rail ya senseless, don’tcha? Ya want me to ruin other guys for ya? I’ll give ya what ya want, birdie. I’ll make you addicted to my cock.”

“Nnghf… shut up and fuck me!” you snap.

Kid grinned wildly, diving into your neck and slowly pulling out, then slamming back in. he gave a few harsh thrusts before he set a brutal pace, fucking you like a man possessed. It wasn’t a stretch to say he was, your pussy just felt that fucking good.

You whined, scrambling to find his neck for purchase. God the feeling of him stretching you was heavenly. You couldn’t help but rake your nails across his shoulders. Kidd leaned back from your neck, admiring the deep bite marks he left as he pounded you. Now Kidd was in there deep, but he felt like he could go deeper. He took his big hands, both flesh and metal, gripping your hips and pulling you even further onto his cock. You gasped, eyes filling with stars as his blunt head kissed against your cervix. “God… I’ve been wanting to fill your cunt for so fuckin’ long… wish I’d done this sooner…!”

“F-fuck! Kidd!” you wail, your fingernails drawing angry red lines in his skin.

Kidd growled, grabbing the back of your thighs and folding you in half. The man had you in a mating press and was pounding into you so hard you were sure you heard the floor creaking. Your eyes rolled back into your head and Kidd chuckled, his eyes darkened with lust.

“I can feel ya gettin’ tighter, love. Ya wanna cum so bad, don’tcha? Yer already creamin’ so good on me. Say ya wanna cum, birdie. Tell me how bad ya want it.”

“F-fuck… fuck you, Kidd…” you whine, screwing your eyes shut.

“You’re already doin’ that birdie. C’mon now, don’t be shy. Tell me ya wanna cum. Beg for it. Fuckin’ scream it.”

“L-let me cum, Kidd, please!” you wail. “I need it! Fuck, please!”

Kidd groaned, cock twitching in your walls. “Good girl.”

His flesh hand travelled between your bodies. And his thumb met your clit, rubbing in tight circles. “Come on… cum on my cock, ya dirty cunt. Let the whole buildin’ know who ya belong to.”

White hot pleasure exploded in your veins, and your gummy walls clamped and fluttered on Kidd’s cock. A ring of white spilled around the base.

“Grrghh-FUCK!!!” Kidd moans, shoving his cock balls deep into you and painting your insides white with his hot sticky cum. He thrust a few times, riding out both of your highs until it got painful with overstimulation. When he was done, he collapsed with his face in your tits, being sure to mind his weight.

“Oh… oh my god…” you pant, mind thoroughly blown.

“Sounds like ya had a good time, birdie,” Kidd whispers in your ear.

You groaned. “A-alright fine… you’re good at sex, I admit it.”

Kidd surprised you by gently kissing your cheek, rolling off you and slipping his soft cock out of you at the same time.

As the two of you calmed down, you glanced at him. “So… you wanted to do that for a while, huh?”

For the first time you think you’ve ever seen, Eustass Kidd flushed bright red. You giggled, stroking your finger down his chest. “Did you spill a big secret?”

“Aye, haud yer wheesht, ya twat…” he grumbled.

“You don’t mean that Kiddy.” you tease. “You wanted me, admit it! How long have you been thinking about this?”

Kidd mumbled something incoherent, and you rolled over on his chest. “Say that again, Kidd. I can't hear you.”

“Fuck’s sake—since that time in class ya smacked the shite outta me for callin’ ya a bimbo.”

You couldn’t contain your snort. “Really? You got hard over a smack?”

Kidd flushed deeper. “I like when bonnies are able tae smack me around… it's a nice challenge…”

“Wow.” you say. “You’re full of surprises.”

“Shut it before I make ya regret openin’ that cheeky mouth o’ yours, bird.”

You snorted, resting your head on his large chest. “For what it’s worth, no one’s ever made me cum so hard in my life. I can barely feel my legs right now…”

Kidd grunted, wrapping his flesh arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “I suppose I can let ya stay here… just for tonight.”

“Oh, how gentlemanly.” you giggle, nuzzling into his large pecs. “Good, because you’re really comfortable.”

Kidd’s cheeks dusted pink. “Whatever, birdie. Just don't drool on me, aye?”

“No promises.” you sigh dreamily.

#one piece fanfiction #eustass kidd x reader #smut #one piece smut #modern au #im sorry scots if i fucked up the accent #i did my best pls no bully #oh my god they were roommates

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k-germsworld · 2 years ago

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That tied up eunha ask is a good smut idea tho.. can you try to make it i to a full noncon smut, please

Unexpected Gift

Eunha x M! Reader

Quickie, Requested

1.2k words

"What a tiring day," I said as I opened the door. When I put the key in the lock, I found that the door had already been opened. I was afraid of a thief in my house, so I walked into the house slowly. I looked around my living room. It was still so tidy and it didn’t look like someone had broken into it. I carefully observed every corner of my house and found nothing strange. The strangest thing was only my door was left ajar because I remembered that I closed my room before going out.

I quietly approached my ajar door and looked in through the crack. I can see a pair of feet on my bed through the crack. I was very curious and scared at the same time who would show up at my house and lie on my bed at this time. Finally, I mustered up the courage to open my door. Stepping into the room, I saw a hot girl lying unconscious on my bed with her hands tied behind her back.

“Damn it, why would a girl with such a hot body be kidnapped to my house?” I said in my heart. I approached the unconscious girl and wanted to know how she got here. I stood beside the bed and was attracted by her hot figure. When I slowly looked from her body to her face, I only realized that she was Eunha from Viviz. After I saw her hot body, I instantly had a lot of obscene thoughts and wanted to try them on Eunha one by one although I knew she was an innocent idol. She has an innocent, cute, and beautiful face, but she has a hot and sexy pear-shaped figure. This is enough to make my pants form a bulge just by looking at her. My eyes kept wandering over her face and her figure. I suddenly saw a note next to her.

The note says: "Bro, this is a gift I prepared for you. You can enjoy her any way you want." Suddenly, Eunha let out some noise. She's awake. She was shocked to be in a strange room instead of her dormitory. I quickly comforted her and told her not to be afraid. However, she was still scared and started shouting, hoping I would let her go. Her shouts and frightened look turned me on for some reason. Thinking of that note, I took off my pants regardless of anything and exposed my already erect cock.

"Eunha, I fap to your fancam every time. Finally, I don’t have to fap today." I stroked my cock and said to her. She didn't understand what I meant. "Stay away from me, you fucking pervert !" She shouted it to me and kept backing away in fear. I don't care what she says, I just grab her feet and pull her towards me. I took off her panties and inserted my cock into her pussy. Her pussy was so dry and tight because I didn't do any foreplay. When I put it in, I couldn't get it all the way in. I can only slowly try to push it to the deep inside. "No.... please no... It is so pain." Eunha begged me not to continue. "Are you still a virgin? Your pussy is so fucking tight." Her pussy was so tightly wrapped around my cock that I couldn't easily push it all the way inside. After many attempts, I finally pushed my cock to the deepest point.

"Ah no...... Please let me go... I am still a virgin." Eunha kept begging me not to fuck her.

"No Eunha, you cant go. My favorite thing is to fuck a virgin. I will make a virgin like you become my sex doll from now on." I grabbed her waist and thrust into her slowly, and her pussy began to get wet under my several slow thrusts. Feeling that her vagina was already wet, I also increased my speed. She couldn't resist as her hands were tied behind her back. All she could do was moan. Hearing her moans made me even more aroused, and my hands changed from grabbing her waist to playing with her breasts. Her breasts are really unexpectedly big and soft. My hands keep groping her big breast.

"Ah,,,, stop... I feel like something gonna come out from my vagina." Eunha felt as if she had hit her climax. I kept thrusting her pussy until she squirted. As soon as I felt her coming, I took my cock out. Her squirt erupted like she was peeing. My bed was soaked with her juices and she even squirted onto my legs. Her first squirt left her very tired and her body was twitching hard. I lay between her legs and licked her just squirted pussy. I licked her juices clean, and her taste was as bitter and sweet as wine.

After finished licking her pussy, I thrust back my dick into her soaked pussy. Her soaked pussy feels better than before. Her fluids coat my cock, they are the lubricant that allows me to freely thrust into Eunha's pussy. Because I didn't have to worry about not being able to penetrate deep, I tore her clothes open and exposed her big breasts in front of me. I haven't started teasing her nipples yet, but they are already completely hard. I lay on top of her, enjoying her soft breasts and licking her hard nipples.

"Ah..... no! Stop please, I am so sensitive right now." Eunha said and her body kept moving as if she was very tickled by my teasing. My upper body was enjoying her breasts, while my lower body was continuing to penetrate her pussy.

"Eunha, you are so good. I am cumming soon. I want you to bear my baby." I said it and kept increasing my speed to burst out my load quickly. Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. She didn't want to get pregnant by a rapist. She still couldn't resist, even though she was extremely reluctant, she could only cry silently. I didn't see her tears because my mind was just thinking about cumming her. I hold her waist and fucking her faster. Her breasts swayed very much along with my speed. Those shaking breasts became the key to my ejaculation. I cum all my hot semen into Eunha's pussy.

"It's so damn good!" I pulled my cock out and watched my cum flow out of Eunha's pussy. "Are you enough? If so, let me go." Eunha said with a cry. "It's not enough for sure. One creampie is not enough for you to bear my child." I said greedily then started the second thrusting. That night, I creampied Eunha four times. Her pussy was now like a cream bun and was leaking lots of my hot cum.

Since that time, I have rushed home after work every day. Just so I could play with my sex doll. After I creampied her four times, I didn't let her go but continued to tie her up in my house. I was very happy to fuck her every time, but at the same time, she was very reluctant to let me fuck her. Even so, I will be even more aroused by her resistance I used her different parts every day, but eventually, I would cum in her. She has been trained by me and she has gone from resisting to being numb now. It was like she had turned into a doll, letting me play with and fuck her. I am very grateful to my friend for allowing me such a wonderful gift.

#gfriend smut #gfriend eunha smut #viviz smut #viviz eunha smut #eunha smut #jung eunbi smut

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joeykinnie · 7 months ago

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Who is the Tetro Danganronpa Pink Chapter 3 Culprit?

hii guys!! its me (again). i decided to make this post so that i can share my own personal thoughts and opinions as to who I think may possibly be the tetro chapter 3 culprit.

this post will contain spoilers, aswell as me ranking characters from least to most suspicious - basically by using process of elimination, ill try to pin down and guess the blackened! this post is kind of long though, so feel free to skip. if not, lets get started!!

for starters, this is my personal tier list:

theres six categories as you can see here. i'll currently discuss each one by one, aswell as my reasoning for putting the characters in their specific tier.

starting off, we have:

already dead: isono, sasaki, chiba, harada, kamimura, tsuno

there's pretty much nothing to discuss here lol. we all know that they're dead, but i still didn't feel like leaving them out. so we are going to move straight on to the next category.

there's literally no way they couldve possibly done this. zero evidence: hiroaki, ojima, mai, hama, watari

this category is basically me saying that i don't think that these specific characters couldve done the murder. i'm now going to discuss each one of them and give my reasoning as to putting them here:

1. hiroaki - hiroaki is definitely surviving this chapter and i think that's pretty obvious 😭😭 he quite literally couldn't have done the murder. he tried to kill himself, he has an airtight alibi with ojima, he doesn't have a proper motive for this kind of murder. it's true that he didn't have a partner during the investigation and he was exploring alone and he may be an asshole sometimes, but this is hiroaki we're talking about. the same guy who gags at the sight and mention of blood and isn't even that knowledgable of the woodshop to the point that he had to go and ask yanagi about it. so, no, I don't think that he could've murdered kamimura, same thing with tsuno. for me, hiroaki is innocent.

2. ojima - pretty much for the same reasons as hiroaki. ojima has an airtight alibi with him and i quite literally cannot even see him ever commiting murder in the first place. i know that many people used to suspect him during chapter 2, but there's no way he could've done the chapter 3 murder. like, cmon. the note to hasegawa, supposedly written by wada? the saw in wada's room and the key?? taking ojima and wada's relationship to account, i don't think that ojima would try to frame wada in any way. its already clear that ojima cares about him, and he was the first one to find out about the okazaki situation, so why just betray wada like that all of a sudden? again, no motive. i don't think that he was the one who set up the woodshop trap either, so I'm confident that he's innocent.

3. mai - there's quite literally no way mai could've done the murder either. she basically carried almost the entire investigation on her back LMAO. I don't think that there's much to discuss here but I've still seen people who think its her.. why? she was in the medbay the entire time because she was hurt and had to rest, she was the one who explored both the boys and girls dormitories, she was the one who investigated both kamimuras and tsunos dead bodies. doing all of this while being the blackened at the same time is quite difficult, isn't it? it would be hard to carry out. so, yeah, mai is innocent in my eyes.

4. hama - I don't even think i have to discuss this. because it's so obvious that its not him. like, this is HAMA out of all people. i don't think hama would ever do fucked up shit like this - all this time, he was trying his best to help everyone. he was the first one to volunteer to guard the crime scene and he made sure the others didn't look so that they don't get disturbed. hama also prayed for kamimura to get sent to heaven... there's zero evidence of him being the culprit. hama is innocent.

5. watari - watari is innocent too. she was the second to volunteer to guard the crime scene and also brought luminol which helped them find a blood streak. like hama, all this time she tried her best to help. i don't believe that someone like watari could ever commit such gruesome murder😭😭 none of those characters in this category could.

phew, finally finished with the second category. now it's time for the third category. we are currently moving to the more suspicious characters.

you can make an argument but it would still have flaws - hasegawa

before any of you say anything - no, i don't think that hasegawa murdered kamimura. no chance. but i have seen a theory somewhere of hasegawa being the one who murdered tsuno only, which is definitely an interesting possibility. so i decided to note it down.

the theory basically comes from the forged note. aka, the one who wada supposedly wrote to hasegawa.

let's look back at the specific contents of the note:

what do we have here?

first of all, we already known that the note was written to hasegawa. the note says that in the next 2 days, hasegawa needs to kill okazaki. if he doesn't, then something will happen to his friend (friend obviously reffering to kamimura). the note then says to hasegawa not to approach them or try to bargain.

the theory is basically hasegawa seeing the note, take it seriously and then be the one who set up the woodshop trap for a murder. its possible that he did it because he did spend time in the woodshop, so he would know about its contents. what's not really clear is that it's already said that hasegawa did not know about the note. when mai asked him if he knew what she was reffering to, he declined. you can say that he probably lied, but that's kinda flimsy, isn't it?? that's not really a proper argument to make, especially when you don't really have enough evidence to base it off.

hasegawa did say a couple of times that he wouldn't try to commit murder, but there's still so many ways this can go. i'm confident that he did not murder kamimura, but i'm not so sure about tsuno. that's why he's in this category - you can make arguments that he's somehow involved in the murders, but it will still have flaws.

personally though? I think hes probably safe for now. innocent until proven guilty.

moving on to the next category...

suspicious but probably just a red herring: yanagi, wada

I've seen a lot of theories about yanagi and wada being potential culprits. while i don't really believe that they could've done it, they're still important to note since there is some suspicious evidence that points to them, so i want to go over them. i'll first start with yanagi.

1. yanagi - I didn't expect yanagi to be suspected, but here we are. i do understand why, though. there are a few strange things which must be discussed. such as: mai not believing yanagi about him sleeping last night, yanagi waking up with no shirt on even though it's freezing, yanagi not being in [overdue], etc. I can argue on a few of these.

while him waking up with no shirt on even though its freezing sounds weird at first, i'm pretty sure it's just a red herring. yanagi is a figure skater, after all. i think that he may be used to cold temperatures and can sleep well enough comfortably if he has enough blankets on him or something.

although i have seen an interesting theory of yanagi not being with a shirt on because he set up the woodshop trap, so therefore when the body is discovered there will be no point in wearing multiple clothing for warmth, because the motive will stop. It is possible since yanagi does know a few things about the woodshop, but i'm more curious as to how did he manage to pull off a trap like that and why did he ever decide to make one in the first place.

as for him missing in a few of the episodes, i think that's easily arguable too. he was taking care of mai, wasn't he? so i think that this can be ruled out.

however... the only thing i don't get is why doesn't mai trust him when yanagi claims that he was sleeping last night. i think that it's definitely important to note, but who knows? it could all be just a red herring. thats why yanagi is in this tier. now lets talk about wada.

2. wada - judging from mai's account, while there is a lot of evidence pointing to wada, there's a high chance of him being framed. honestly, I agree. the note, like mai said, doesn't sound like wada at all. and the reason for there being a saw in his room, aswell as the random key and such is because, again, to frame him.

i've seen someone say that wada could've just lost his shit and kill like all of a sudden, kind of like how he stabbed okazaki and destroyed his pc. but... I don't think thats proper evidence?? wada did immediatly seem to regret it when he stabbed okazaki, so i don't think that he couldve commited the murders.

but ive also seen another theory of kamimura not actually being there during the morning ([overdue]), and instead of kamimura, it was wada dressed up as him, while impersonating his voice. now i dont know why and how in the possible hell would wada do that, but kamimura and wada do look quite similar. such as in height, skin, eyes... you name it.

again, the evidence is kind of flimsy, but there sure are more things pointing to yanagi and wada than hasegawa, that's why i put them in a separate tier. well, who knows. i think that wada will probably survive this chapter, but yanagi...I don't really know about you, man. good luck! moving on to the next category...

suspicious, but i don't get why - tamba

tamba, my girl... i'm afraid that things don't really look good for her. i know that some people may think that tamba wouldn't do such a thing, but there are a few suspicious things pointing to her which we definitely can't brush off.

let's first talk about kamimura's body discovery. tamba said something back then which caught my eye. when they were discussing about investigation pairs, she immediatly said that she doesn't mind with who she investigates with, but she doesn't want to investigate the woodshop. and, mind you, no one even mentioned the woodshop right before that. she was the first one who brought it up. (check if you don't believe me)

that's honestly one of the things which worries me. because why would she say that?? you can, again, pull up the red herring stuff on this, but what about her dissapearance during the investigation? we havent seen her in any of the episodes, except for the body discoveries and when they were at the elevator for the trial. that's worrying me, too!

we also didn't see her during the morning and also in the other episodes before the third body discovery. i don't believe that's something we can skip over. tamba is, at some rate, suspicious, and thats not good😭😭😭

there's also other arguments you can make here. such as, the gyoza and her with the constant poison theories, orr maybe even about the fact how she often doesnt think before she speaks/acts. tamba also has a violent history (her secret), and with the way she snapped at mai before does show her exhaustion.

although, I don't really have any more evidence of tamba being the culprit. and i SINCERELY hope she isn't, either. all we can do rn is just currently pray before the trial comes and then see what her fate is LOL.

last but not least, we have...

top suspect - okazaki

thaat's right, ladies and gentlemen! okazaki hanano - our most likely culprit! who would've guessed!

honestly, there's a lot of stuff pointing to okazaki. its very likely that they're the culprit, but... since the evidence is a little bit tad too much, i don't really feel like putting it all here LOL.

I mean, the framing wada thing could definitely be done by them. although i am curious as to why okazaki would write to hasegawa to kill them specifically. that doesn't really make sense, does it?

but okazaki still knows about the 3d printer and key, aswell as how analytical hasegawa is. so killing off kamimura and tsuno and all the other evidence combined together would not only be gut wrenching for wada, but also for hasegawa. because if kamimuras dead, especially by dying in such a brutal way, hasegawa would obviously be devastated. he would not be in the right state of mind, so he may possibly not be able to contribute to the trial much, because its a lot for him to handle.

okazaki was also the one who picked the pairs. pairing wada and tsuno together could be on purpose, depending if okazaki is the one who set up the woodshop trap or not.

nevertheless, i'm honestly very interested to see what will happen to them, and where their character will go, especially after they got stabbed. (and also if there's an okazaki crash-out i would definitely scream LMAO/pos)

aand yeah. that's it. sorry for the long post.😭😭 and sorry if things may seem rushed, i kind of wrote this at a wrong time. but i do hope you guys enjoyed this, and if you want lemme know your thoughts on this aswell!

#tetro danganronpa pink #tetro danganronpa #tetropink #tetro pink #tetro #i dont know whether i should tag the characters or not #probably not #ill just post it like this #if theres something i forgot to write ill probably add it when im free

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mik0is0bored · 9 months ago

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"Don't say you don't have enough time."

Chapter ii: the feeling of decay

Contents page !!

Offical Playlist🎧

Status: ongoing

Note: I didn't like my original megumi x reader fic, and I've wanted to do a jjk college au for like a few weeks, so here's this <33

Description: You've begun your life as a college student this October. And boy, it is not as fun as it seemed in those corny, romance movies you always watched when the leaves changed color. College is stressful. Buying the correct textbooks, then trying to figure out where your dorm is, and the most stressful it seemed, was trying to figure out where the hell your first lecture is. The weeks roll by, and you feel more and more burnt out as the days crawled by, your mental health wasn't doing so good either. But when you meet the spikey black haired guy with green eyes (who occasionally helps you study), you begin to hope that the stress will lighten up soon, that it won't last forever.

Tags: Megumi Fushiguro x fem!reader, burnt out reader, mentions of depression, suicide (one chapter!), swearing, no curses au, college au, peers to lovers au, SFW

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Your pov ->

You made your way out of your room, your phone and keys in your pocket, your cup of noodles in your hand as you shut the door.

You looked down at your sleeves, sighing to yourself seeing they were covering your wrists.

As you walk, you think of everything that has led up to this point in your life. Being a college student, holding a cup of noodles, and on your way to the dormitory kitchen to add water to the noodles.

You remember the guy who walked out of his door at the same time you did. You remembered how spikey his hair looked, it kind of reminded you of a hedgehog.

You hummed to yourself at that thought. You thought about it, how messy his black hair was, and your mind began wandering.

Was his hair soft?

How long was his hair if he brushed or straightened it?

Was it dyed hair?

Did he brush his hair at all?

You shake your head slightly, tying your own hair back behind your head in a low, messy bun. You remembered how your hair had to be perfect to go anywhere. Now, as of late, as long as it wasn't in your face at times, you didn't care what it looked like.

You began walking in the direction of the kitchen, your mind wandering back to what the guy had looked like. He had deep green eyes, which had slightly noticeable circles under his eyes.

You remembered your headphones in the pocket of your hoodie, slipped them over your ears, and pressed play on your phone, causing the playlist to start.

You eventually make your way to the kitchen, and sit the cup of noodles on the counter, as you peel off the top, showing the noodles and small bits of vegetables and chicken in the styrofoam cup.

You exhale, still listening to your music as you add the slightest amount of water from the sink to noodles before turning off the sink.

You shuffled over to one of the three microwaves, gently putting it in the microwave and setting it for a minute.

You could've just boiled water, but the microwave method was so much easier if you were honest.

You leaned against the counter and scrolled through your socials, and after a minute was up, the microwave beeped, indicating it had finished cooking the noodles.

You open the microwave and take your noodles out, then walk over to sit at one of the dining tables in the lounging area.

His pov ->

Megumi walked out of his room, seeing a woman probably a few inches shorter with brown hair thar went down to her shoulders. All he could do before the two of you passed was nod.

And if he was completely honest with himself, he couldn't lie, saying she didn't look pretty, because she did, but of course, he'd never admit it.

Megumi noticed how messy the woman's hair was, and how she continued to make sure her wrists were covered, he couldn't help feel a pang of concern for the woman who lived across the hall from him, which was you.

He shook the feeling off, knowing he was probably still too tired.

He walked down the stairs and out of the dorm building, looking around campus.

The weather was a little chilly, but it was nothing Megumi couldn't handle. He held his hands in his pockets, walking on the paths around campus.

The falling leaves everywhere were several shades of yellow, orange, and red, and the wind occasionally hit his face, fanning his hair out over his face, or his black hair getting in his eyes.

As if his hair wasn't already messy, it was even messier by the time he got back to the dorm building.

When he got back, he decided to head over to the dorm building kitchen, maybe find something to eat.

When he walked into the kitchen area, he saw you again, the woman who lived across the hall from him. Damn, he really needed to ask your name instead of mentally calling you "woman who lives across the hall"

Megumi noticed that she was wearing headphones. He honestly felt the need to talk to her, but he knew people didn't talk to him because of his tendency to be a little too blunt and bit of a pessimistic realistic.

He was conflicted on what to do before exhaling to himself before walking over to one of the fridges in the area. He couldn't find anything that really stuck out to him, so he quietly closed the fridge before getting over himself and tapping on her shoulder.

Your pov->

You felt someone tap your shoulder, nearly jumping at the touch, but managed not to. You hummed quietly as you took off your headphones and turned to look up at the person who had tapped your shoulder.

When you turned your head, the spikey black-haired guy who lived across the hall from you stood behind you. Your head raced with a million thoughts, as in "why would he talk to me? ", among several others.

You managed to find your voice as you looked up into his deep green eyes.

"Uh, can I help you?"

He just stared back at you for a few moments before speaking.

"It's nothing, I just noticed you're the same person who lives across from me in the dorm hallway. I was just curious what your name was."

His voice reminded you of a dark night. During a thunderstorm, his voice seemingly calmed your nerves.

You hummed quietly, nodding slowly before you decided to speak up.

"It's fine. But my name is [y/n]. What's your name?"

You watched his face, studying his expressions, the way his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he processed what it was you had said.

"Megumi Fushiguro. Nice to meet you."

You nodded quietly. His name was Megumi, got it.

You wanted to try and start a conversation, but you were unsure where to begin, so you spoke, slightly unsure of yourself.

"So um. What's your major?"

"I'm majoring in philosophy. You?"

You nodded. From this first encounter only, you felt as if he fit to be majoring in philosophy. It makes sense, you guess.

You mentally stop your train of thought to answer his question.

"Pychology."

Megumi nodded, somewhat intrigued by your response.

The two of you didn't get into deep conversation like each other's backgrounds, which led you to attend this specific university. It was just a simple conversation that lasted about a few minutes.

He nodded quietly after the conversation had ended as you watched him walk away.

Megumi Fushiguro, the guy who lived across the hall from you. His name was Megumi Fushiguro.

Second chapter !!

Sorry for this chapter being shorter (it feels short to me but idk) I was in a rush to finish this second chapter because i hadn't written in at least 3 weeks and um yeah

This one i tried to keep as little angst out of it as I could because honestly I'm too tired to write angst rn so yeah

I hope you guys liked this chapter

(Bolded users i can't tag, sorry!)

Taglist: @missunrise @1l-ynn @cloudserenity @theremainsof @ist0leurc0ffee

#idk why but this chapter kinda feels nostalgic #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi x reader #megumi x y/n #megumi fushiguro x reader #writers on tumblr #jjk x reader #mik0is0yapping #mik0is0writing

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yunarim · 2 years ago

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╰┈➤ summary : you and your reliable partner grim are the most famous interdimensional travelers under the Official Isekai Association. you're used to traveling into psychological thrillers and horrors. however, this time something goes wrong, and you suddenly turn into the protagonist of… an otome game?!

— characters : jade leech, leona kingscholar | kalim al-asim, azul ashengrotto | lilia vanrouge, idia shroud

⌞tags⌝ : gn reader, fluff at times, occasional angst (more angst for kalim's & azul's parts actually), typical manhwas tropes, mention of a typical isekai manhwa death by truck hit... yeah, you go from the first route to the last (from jade to idia), hence the parts are connected

— w.c. : 6.4k+

⌞notes⌝ : continuing with the second part of the series ~

“Based on your expression, is the walkthrough going smoothly?”

Grim asked, jumping on the bed you were laying at, and placed his head on your stomach, chewing something smelling like fish, and you hated the fact you were still not recovered after being pointed out what you smell like by Leona.

“I mean, I can’t see the progress, given you’re the protagonist for this genre,” Grim noticed. “How many are left tho?”

So that's how it looked from someone else’s perspective. Just routes to finish, game characters, literary images, not people who could feel, have their own personalities, and… Feel something for you. You have never thought about otome games before, they were out of your qualification, and now you were sure enough that once you escape this world, you’ll ask your boss to never transmigrate you to otome genre ever again.

Funny enough, you’re used to dating. Sometimes counterfeiting feelings was a key to the true ending, so you just had to do that at times, but you never actually felt something yourself. And surely you didn't feel loved.

“Four,” you answered after a short pause, closing your eyes.

“Make sure to do your job well, henchman,” Grim yawned. “I’ll help you with my magic!”

“Yes…” You replied vaguely, appreciating that thanks to Grim you were given an opportunity to even stay here in NRC, considering you possessed no magic. “I’ll try my best…”

Even if you wanted to leave as soon as you could, having no desire to leave these people all alone after you suddenly crashed into their lives.

You couldn’t find a proper way to name all the boys routes of whom you needed to… finish. Targets? Characters? Lovers? No, that wasn’t it.

In any case, you checked Kalim Al-Asim’s profile before heading to school. A bright, cheerful person radiating nothing but happiness and joy, a complete opposite of your gloomy and indifferent self. You presumed he would be easy to approach, given how easy-going he seemed, but his social status made you question the ease of the walkthrough.

A son of a wealthy merchant, close to royalty again. Fine, you wondered if going through Leona’s route made you stronger and more experienced.

After a half of the day passed you’ve realized you couldn’t find Kalim that easily as you first thought you would. Probably he was being more secure than Leona, and you tried your best investigating where he could be. Most obviously somewhere in his dormitory, Scarabia, but you preferred not to enter the dormitories itselves, ‘playing’ on neutral waters. The transmigrator currency was still the same, because you were paid only after completing the whole story, so you ran out of money to buy the info about Kalim’s location.

After the classes you also realized you haven’t had enough sleep because of memories made with Leona haunting you at night, and you most probably needed to brew some coffee, which caused you to remember Jade and frown.

No, it’s not the right time to think about them, you thought, entering the school’s kitchen and stumbling upon someone, your forehead hitting someone else’s.

“Oh, I’m very sorry, I didn’t notice… Huh?”

You raised your head, pressing a hand to your forehead, and gasped when you realized it was none other than Kalim Al-Asim, who was mirroring your actions and massaging his head with his hand.

“Oh, isn’t it Yuu! Nice to meet you! I’m Kalim Al-Asim, but you can call me Kalim!”

You were spellbound to say something at the moment, appreciating his wonderful appearance and drowning in the melted gold of his eyes.

“Nice to meet you too— Eh?”

Before you wanted to continue, a pink glow above his head made you jolt.

The heart icon was already filled up to half of it.

Your eyes widened. You’ve only met him! And you were sure that you hadn't met him earlier in previous walkthroughs, so how?..

“Oh, did I hit you too hard?! Oh no, what to do… Jamil, we should call a doctor!!”

Kalim’s face radiating genuine worry appeared too close to yours, and you realized that you fell silent extremely suddenly. You shook your head, replying with a confused smile.

“I’m alright, just lost in thoughts. How are you, though? I hit you too…”

“I’m okay!” He giggled at you, and his contagious laugh flowed to you, causing you to chuckle softly. “But still, we need to make sure you’re fine. Jamil, we should—”

“Yuu-san doesn’t seem to be in danger. Quit exaggerating.”

Ah, right. Jamil Viper, a person in Kalim’s profile mentioned as his personal ‘servant’.

His figure appeared behind Kalim’s back and approached you. Jamil somehow reminded you of yourself with how composed and calm he looked, observing if everything was right with your forehead. You outstretched your hand to Jamil, regaining composure.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Yuu,” you said, receiving a silent nod.

“Jamil Viper,” he replied when you two shared a handshake, but a sudden Kalim’s complaint cut your strict-seeming atmosphere.

“I want to shake your hand too, Yuu!!”

“Okay, no problem?..”

You watched through him, focusing on the heart icon filled up to the half, and deepened into your thoughts.

Apparently the icon was filled thrice, and all three times symbolized three significant events happening throughout the routes. But given you two just met… Wasn’t the system making mistakes?

“Did you want to use the kitchen? You can join us! We’re preparing dishes for the party held in Scarabia. Right, join us at the party, too!!”

“You surely are enthusiastic, Kalim,” you smiled at him.

“Stop inviting everyone without thinking twice,” Jamil sighed. “Not to be rude to you, Yuu-san.”

“It’s alright, I understand. Thank you for your offer, but it’s just what Viper said. I’ll make sure to join you one day, but I’ve got plans today.”

You actually hadn’t any other plans than getting Kalim to know better, and the party was an excellent opportunity, but at the same time you didn’t want to get too deep to the point you would miss him dearly after finishing his route too. It was getting hard for you to just have friendly chats with them, then growing closer to the point you couldn’t just leave them anymore.

You wanted to play it safe with Kalim, although suspecting you would fail miserably.

“Okay! Then come tomorrow. Or the day after, we’re going to have parties every day during this week~”

“Haha, that’s very generous of you,” you giggled. “Maybe I can help you with cooking today?”

“No need, I—” Jamil started talking, but Kalim’s bright shine overlapped Jamil’s words.

“It’s a brilliant idea, Jamil works so hard, it must be really tough! Right, I’ll help too!”

“You… you stay still,” Jamil sighed with a heaviness and annoyance, then looked at you. “Yuu-san is enough. Just watch.”

“Fi~ne!”

You asked Jamil where you could find an apron, and he suddenly appeared in front of you, pulling the piece of clothing over you and tying strings behind your back.

“Oh, thank you,” you almost whispered, not expecting Jamil to be so close to you, and glanced over to catch Kalim’s sudden gaze you couldn’t decipher, but a familiar glimpse of overjoy fled from his deep eyes for a mere second, and a bitter smile grew on his face.

“Ah, I know!!” He suddenly jumped from the chair he was sitting on. “Yuu, you’re living in Ramshackle, right?!”

“Why do I feel like he’s going to suggest something crazy,” Jamil mumbled, but Kalim ignored him.

“Yes, I am,” you nodded.

“You’ll be free at 10 o’clock in the evening?”

You blinked absentmindedly.

“I guess so. Why?”

“Then just be at home at the time! You’ll see~”

“Alright?..”

You heard Jamil sighing again and decided to let it be, grabbing vegetables you needed to chop, and continued your work, accompanied by Kalim’s soft cheerful singing.

You expected anything but a magic carpet ride at 10 o’clock in the evening.

“Ready, Yuu?”

“No, I’m noooooot!!—”

And with that you flew straight into the night sky followed by Kalim’s happy noises.

Actually, you thought that after dying for the very first time and then transmigrating from one world into another, make that cyclical, you would fear nothing, but suddenly soaring into the sky wasn’t included in your plans.

But after seeing the canvas of the island and the sheet of the forest, framed by the endless sea from a bird's eye view, you were so enchanted that thoughts left your head, leaving only admiration.

“It’s beautiful, right?” Kalim said, looking at you and knowing you’re not noticing.

“It is…” You whispered, remembering the same sky when you were enjoying fireworks with Jade, and shook your head. “Thank you for showing it to me!”

“He-he~ You couldn’t come to the party, so this is my apology for hitting you earlier.”

“As I’ve mentioned, it’s my fault too. I hit you too…”

“Aw come on Yuu, it’s okay. You even helped Jamil with food preparations.”

“Ah, yes,” you nodded. “He’s a wonderful cook, I wasn’t expecting!”

Corners of Kalim’s lips went slightly down, but he returned to his usual happy look when you turned to him.

“Right?? He’s incredible! There’s nothing he can’t do!”

“You surely like him, right?” You smiled at him cheerfully. “You seem to be very fond of him.”

“Don’t you think so too? You’ll realize how cool he is when you grow closer to him. Do you need any help? I’ve noticed your chemistry today~”

Your smile dropped, brows knitting together. Why would he say that?..

“I don’t think so?.. Is there any particular reason for me to get closer to Viper? Not to be offensive, of course.”

“Eh?” Kalim was obviously startled. “You don’t want to? But Jamil’s wonderful person and—”

“Kalim,” you stopped him. “I don’t quite get it at all and no, I have no intention of getting closer to Jamil. I mean, sure, I don’t know what can happen in the future, but as for the present, am I not being with you right now?”

Kalim gasped, gazing at you in surprise.

“I see he’s an important person to you, but we’re enjoying the evening together right now. Let’s talk about you instead, what do you think?”

“Oh,” he said. “You’re… what an interesting person you are, Yuu!”

“Y-yes? Me?..”

“Yeah! What do you want to know about me then?”

“Let’s see…” You hummed, returning your eyes to the sky. “Hm… suddenly I can’t think of anything.”

“People often ask if my family hires someone for a job, or does a certain facility belong to my family, or something like that… Would you like to ask something along those lines?”

“Kalim, wait, I think you’re misinterpreting my intentions,” you turned to him again, gently placing your hand above his. “I’m not going to be an employee under your family’s business. Why would you even think about it? I wanted to be friends in the first place.”

“Ah, friends!! Aren’t we friends already though?” He blinked at you. “Oh, wait, no, I should give you something!! Do you prefer gold or silver? Or maybe jewelry?”

“Kalim!!” You raised your voice, feeling a little overwhelmed. “I don’t need any of those. I was about to ask if you’re okay, it’s getting chilly…”

“Eh?”

“What?”

“Oh,” he laughed, his cheeks growing red out of shame. “Sorry, Yuu. It was just a precaution.”

“I don’t think I follow?”

“No, don’t worry. You’re an interesting person, indeed…”

You sighed, letting yourself lay down on the carpet and exhale the freshness of the night chilly air, and stare at the stars.

“I don’t know you well. It’s literally the first day we know each other,” you started. “I don’t know your circumstances and what you meant by saying it was a precaution, but… it’s alright if you don’t trust me. But I can assure you that it’s okay, I don’t mind, considering I’m an alien from another dimension, it is only natural to question my intentions. And yet I want you to know that I just want to enjoy this evening to its maximum, and your company is very pleasant to me. We can even sit still and remain silent, somehow I think you’re a safe person to stay alone with. It’s cozy. Ah, sorry, I think I went overboard… Kalim?”

You shifted your gaze to him, meeting his widened eyes and parted lips, and then you blushed, realizing you really did go overboard, saying all your thoughts so easily, but you really couldn’t help yourself.

Kalim suddenly burst into laughter, flopping down on the carpet with you and continuing giggling softly to the point that tears started accumulating in the corners of his eyes.

“Are you alright? I said something stupid, sorry…”

“You’re not just an interesting person, Yuu,” he smiled, turning his head to you, giving you a realization he was extremely close to your face. “You’re wonderful.”

“I thought Viper was,” you chuckled, smiling at him and seeing him closing his eyes.

“Jamil is wonderful, that’s true. And you’re also wonderful. But you’re…”

He fell silent, leaving you without an explanation.

“No, it’s nothing. You’re truly something. Thank you for saying all that to me, Yuu.”

“Remember, Kalim,” your hand acted on itself, grabbing his and interviewing fingers with his. “You’re wonderful, too. Appreciate yourself.”

And with a bright smile you showed to him, you also noticed the heart was filled to the max. You opened your eyes at once, jolting and causing Kalim to question what happened.

No… no, you couldn’t leave him just yet!! Not like that, not after you haven’t figured out an indescribable sadness in his eyes!!

“K-Kalim…” You mumbled, your fingers trembling slightly. “You’re still here…”

“Hm?” He tilted his head. “Of course I am, silly! Where else could I be?”

“You’re right…” You exhaled sharply, drawing him closer to you and enveloping in a tight hug. “Yes, you’re here. I’m glad.”

“Yuu?..”

His whole body was warm, and no bright light filled up the place, reassuring you that right at the moment everything was alright.

Two weeks passed since you two went on a magic carpet ride, and surprisingly you two really did talk, ate together during breaks, the time seemed to stop its flow. The heart icon above Kalim’s head was glowing with soft pink, filled to the top, and you couldn’t comprehend all that was happening. Your own heart and feelings resembled a ticking bomb ready to blow with all anticipation you’ve carried.

Did he really feel something for you? But it was impossible to crush down the whole transmigrator system, you knew it was programmed just perfectly and flawlessly, never making any mistakes in its calculations. You’ve requested a percentage of Kalim’s indicators, which you never did here before since the procedure took a lot of time to analyze everything. And today it finally arrived, shocking you even more than you thought it would.

His so-called love meter was filled up to 100%, meaning he definitely fell for you, however…Why hasn’t his route finished yet?

Suddenly a familiar tall figure appeared in the entrance, and you recognized Jade glancing your way curiously.

Shit, you thought, clenching your shirt.

“Yuu? You okay?” Kalim asked you, his head on your shoulder.

You were sitting under the tree in the school yard, Jamil sitting at your left and doing homework.

“Yeah, sorry I startled your sleep.”

“Nope, I wasn’t sleeping actually. Oh, isn’t it Jade over there? Hey, Jade!”

You wanted to tell Kalim not to ask Jade to come closer, but you actually had no right to do that, and nodded politely to Leech, escaping his focused look.

“Good afternoon, Kalim-san, Jamil-san. Yuu-san,” he greeted everyone, not letting his eyes shift from you. “How interesting to see you three together. I presumed Yuu-san… No, forgive me.”

“Yuu is really fun to be with, don’t you agree?” Kalim cheerfully smiled at Jade. “Right, would you love to join us? We’re having a picnic.”

“Would be wonderf—”

“Ah,” you suddenly mumbled, attracting Jade and Kalim’s attention. “Sorry, I think I should get going soon. You three may continue, though, I’m sorry…”

“Eh?” Kalim looked at you. “I thought you wanted to become friends with Jade?..”

“... Apparently Yuu-san is feeling uncomfortable in my presence,” Jade smiled slyly. “It is quite alright. I’ll get going then.”

“Ah, no, I… And he’s gone.” You whispered to yourself.

Right. It wasn’t his route. Anymore.

And before Kalim managed to ask you if you actually wanted to befriend Jade and that he could help, you all saw Leona approaching you with a strange look on his face.

This day will be the death of you, really.

“Hello, Leona—”

“Herbivore,” Leona interrupted Kalim’s cheerful greeting. “Care to explain what the hell?”

“What do you mean, Leo… Kingscholar,” you carried a habit of calling your current ‘love interests’ by their name, and since Leona’s heart already disappeared, you shook your head.

“You smell like me. And to remind you, we’ve interacted only once when you stepped on my tail.”

Kalim’s smile dropped, and his usually bright and warm features turned into worried and sad, which wasn’t left unnoticed by Jamil, who apparently had enough.

“I… I have no idea…”

“Senpai,” Jamil suddenly said, grabbing Leona’s hand. “Let me explain.”

“Hah?” Leona asked, annoyed. “The hell?”

“Just. Let me. Explain. Okay?”

Jamil looked at you with an expression saying ‘talk to Kalim immediately or I’ll punch you’, to which you gulped and nodded, thanking him silently.

“You’re so popular, Yuu!” Kalim said when Jamil forcefully dragged Leona out. “Everyone wants to get closer to you! Still don’t want me to help you with Jamil? His eyes were so dreamy when he looked at you just now!”

His eyes most definitely weren’t dreamy at all, though…

“Kalim,” you turned to him, taking his hands in yours and looking at him with all the seriousness you’ve got. “Stop misinterpreting my feelings. Please?”

“What do you mean?..”

“Be a little more selfish!” You pushed. “And please don’t decide for me or for Jamil or for anyone else. If I wanted to befriend Jamil, or Jade, or Leona, or—agh it doesn’t matter who exactly!—believe me, I would do that already. And yet I’m trying to spend more time with you. Did you question why?”

Because I need to finish your route and get on another one… Or so you thought, but that wasn’t the case anymore.

You wanted to understand Kalim, to let him feel love and happiness, and as for you… It was enough if he could be happy, even if you couldn’t bring yourself to fall in love with anyone in this school.

It was painful, but you couldn’t deny it anymore — all of them, Jade, Leona, and Kalim — they became dear and important people in your life, who changed it for the better.

You couldn’t remember when was the last time you smiled genuinely, transmigrating into horrors and thrillers, and here you were, smiling at Kalim and embracing him with a sincerity you never thought you possessed.

“You always wish for other people’s happiness, restraining yourself and not enjoying the time you spend to its fullest. But Kalim, at least when you’re with me, don’t think about anyone. Think about yourself and… Let your own heart decide.”

“My heart…” He whispered, lowering his gaze, and you welcomed him in a soft embrace, drawing him to your chest. “Alright. Yuu!”

A familiar bright light you’ve been growing to hate each time appeared once again, and you worriedly glanced at Kalim, who was smiling.

“I fell in love with you at first sight, Yuu. Thank you for not betraying my trust and teaching me important things. This is my gratitude.”

He pressed his lips to your forehead, and the last thing you saw was an image of his rosy cheeks and the most bright and genuine smile you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Thank you, too, Kalim.”

And the hell to the system transporting you to your room in Ramshackle again, labeling Kalim’s route as ‘COMPLETED’.

“Y’know, sometimes it scares me when you finish another route.”

Waking up next to Grim after completing a walkthrough became a tradition you already wished to be let burn in ashes.

“What do you mean?” You ask emotionlessly.

Now that you think about it, you didn’t want to even find out who Azul Ashengrotto was. You possessed no desire, letting your inner child arise, and wishing for everything to begone. You were at the point of no return, and it was already driving you crazy. You certainly weren’t the type to abandon your duties and responsibilities, you've been chosen as an employee of the month more than once, your colleagues often staring at you in surprise at how you managed to save your psyche unscathed after surviving the most horrid things people could witness.

And now you were closing your eyes, swallowing the urge to cry your eyes out and let you out of this circle of repeating routes. You didn’t want to love or be loved, you wanted to do your job. For what reason though? You never questioned, appreciating the chance to live endlessly after dying, wandering around the worlds with aeons passing through.

You considered people here your responsibility, too. Normally you were okay with leaving the characters of the finished stories behind, justice being jubilated, and you coming back to the office and letting bosses choose another story for you to enter.

“I mean,” Grim said, crawling to your stomach. “It’s kinda terrifying to see how we remember ‘em, meet ‘em and casually chat, but they don’t even know what happened.”

“You’re right…” He really was. “Though I think they have some feelings left after I… after completing.”

“Fugnya?”

“Leona seems to have my scent lingering on him, Jade also looks like he remembers something. I think Kalim wouldn’t be too much different.”

“Isn’t it even worse than if they didn't remember you at all?”

It was worse, and Grim was right, hitting you right to the core. It was a living nightmare, knowing they possessed a feeling of you experiencing something together, and you were still here, they could ask you, see you, feel you at some point.

But what will they do when you leave?

“... I don’t want to get closer to Ashengrotto.”

“He’s your next target, right?” Grim asked. “But you need to.”

“I know,” you inhaled soundly with a heaviness in your chest. “So I came up with another plan.”

“What kind of? By the way, I don’t know about you, but as for me, I’d hurry up and finish ‘em all already.”

“Just to remind you, they’re not objects I could simply manipulate for my own purposes.”

“And you’re not an object yourself to excruciate yourself like that.”

You swallowed an objection, knowing Grim was surprisingly right.

“As for the plan,” you shrugged the previous topic off. “You’ll see. I hope at least I will entertain Ashengrotto.”

You definitely had no intention of getting closer to Azul. From the very beginning after reading his profile and seeing 90% of the difficulty level to the point you weren’t sure if you’re capable enough to finish it yourself.

You’ve created a scheme fitting Azul’s demeanor and attitude, however weren’t sure if it’s going to work, considering you actually wanted to make the system crash down and send you back to the office during the maintenance to never ever remembering everything again.

Feelings were hard to possess. It wasn’t love, but it was you receiving it. You were sure they all loved you differently — out of interest, of accepting, of admiration. You, on the other hand, couldn’t name your feelings accurately, but you knew that emotions were scary, unknown and addictingly enchanting.

Which is why you’ve entered Ashengrotto’s office with a feigned smile and a confidence you always seemed to demonstrate in other stories you’ve transmigrated into. Maybe a change of tactics would do?

“Ah, Yuu-san. Welcome to the Mostro Lounge.”

It, of course, was Jade who met you. You knew every corner of the Lounge after spending some time here with Leech, and now, receiving his unwaveringly polite smile, you answered with the same expression, greeting him cheerfully.

“Good afternoon, Leech.”

“How formal,” Jade noticed, but you tried to remain indifferent. “Alright, Yuu-san. How can I help you?”

“I’ve requested a meeting with Ashengrotto.”

And you had no intention of calling Azul by his name in his own route.

It was controversial. You needed to gain his love and win his trust, but at the same time you weren’t sure for 100%, wanting to escape and let this be as it is.

“Oh, indeed. Please follow me.”

His wide shoulders and arms that strongly held you when you almost fell off the cliff. The scent of the sea waves surrounding his figure and the way he glanced at you, thinking about something unbeknown to you. Argh, seriously, you wanted to turn back time and enjoy that night with a firework show once again.

“We’ve arrived,” he said. “Azul is informed you would come, so please come in.”

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure, Yuu-san. Be sure to come again for a cup of coffee.”

You clenched your teeth and nodded, knocking twice and entering after hearing ‘Come in’.

“Good afternoon, Ashengrotto.”

“Welcome, Yuu-san.”

The fragrance of sea waves was even stronger than the one Jade radiated, conjoining with something salty and sweet at the same time. You made your way to the sofa and placed yourself there after Azul nodded, the sea blue of his eyes making you forget all the words you’ve prepared for a moment.

“I heard you have a request to make, am I being correct?”

“Very much so,” you grinned at him.

“Well then, you seem quite determined. I believe you are already informed that everything comes with a price.”

“Sure do,” you nodded. “My request may seem unusual, but I hope you guarantee to grant anything I desire?”

“How persistent you are, Yuu-san,” Azul chuckled. “But worry not, here in Mostro Lounge I can fulfill every wish you make. For a certain fee, of course.”

“Marvelous,” you clapped your hands and stood up, stretching out your hand for a handshake, causing Azul to look at you, questioning your actions. “Well then, hear my wish.”

“I’m listening.”

“Please fall in love with me.”

Azul’s glasses slipped off the bridge of his nose, his eyes widened in shock, and he glanced at you, feeling his cheeks growing hot.

“W-what— Excuse my sudden startle, Yuu-san. Your request is just… quite an unusual one.”

“You said you guarantee everything.”

“I’m not taking my words back, I really do guarantee you that, but… why would you do that?”

“Let’s see…” You hummed theatrically, drawing an outstretched hand to your chin and imitating a frown. “First, you’re handsome. Totally my type.”

“W-what are you saying?!”

“I solemnly swear that I’m telling the truth and truth only!”

“Y-Yuu-san, wait for a moment, would you…”

“Second, I want to experience love. And since you’re the one fulfilling the wishes here, isn’t it quite obvious I came to you?”

“Yuu-san… I believe you’re mature enough to realize that love isn’t something that can be imitated so easily, right?”

“This is why I’m asking you, Ashengrotto,” you suddenly bent over, meeting his flushed cheeks and giggling.

Ah, this is bad. He was actually cute.

“I know you won’t take it easy. Please date me with all the seriousness you’ve got and fall in love with me genuinely.”

“Yuu-san…”

A heart-shaped icon above his head filled with a small amount of a pink liquid, and you bit your lip.

It was awful. You didn’t want him to fall in love with you, genuinely or not, you wanted to be free and him to be happy, not knowing you at all. Anything but destroying him after you leave.

“I promise to do my best too!” You smiled at him.

But you couldn’t promise to make him happy afterwards.

“Your offer is surely an interesting one,” he averted his gaze, not being able to meet yours, eager and all bubble-like, following his, flustered. “But what can you offer for the fulfilling?”

“Ah, that.”

The system’s databases were sure something else. The information provided by them made your work easier, even if you had to spend all the currency you possessed, now having nothing. You switched roles with Grim, him being the one who became a ‘family breadwinner’ for a time being.

“I’ll tell you my biggest secret no one in this school knows. No one in the entire dimension knows.”

“Huh?” Ashengrotto said. “What a flattering offer. Why should I trust you?”

“If you will fulfill my wish, you’ll be able to manipulate me, destroy me, make the whole world desire your knowledge and power, because I myself possess the knowledge every person would love to acquire.”

“You’re saying insanely nonsensical things, Yuu-san. But alright, prove it to me.”

“Great,” you clapped your hands. “I know there’s a photo of you and your classmates in the Atlantica Memorial Museum.”

Azul jolted at your statement, staring at your stoic expression.

“How did you…”

“Also,” you continued, getting closer to him and smiling slyly. “I know about the scheme you’ve planned to appropriate Ramshackle and all the things you’ve prepared for upcoming exams.”

“Yuu-san,” he frowned at you, standing up. “You’re walking on thin ice.”

“You wanted me to prove my powers, right? I did just so and I’m guaranteeing you’ll receive all of my power once you… fall in love with me.”

You lowered your gaze, and Azul wondered why would it even change so drastically, going from cheeky and sly to filled with sadness he couldn’t describe.

“... Alright,” he sighed, closing his eyes and fixing his glasses. “Let us sign a contract.”

“Oya thank you~” You giggled, grabbing a pen on the table, ready to sign. “I know feelings are hard to acquire, but please fall in love quickly, okay?~”

“We’ll see. Don’t forget you need to tell me everything once it’s over.”

“I won’t! He-he.”

You’re the one who’s going to forget.

“Uhm, Yuu-san…”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you find this position quite, uhm…”

“Hm?”

“No, nothing…”

You giggled with a soft exhale into the crook of Ashengrotto’s neck, thinking about how to escape the predicament you both happened to be trapped in.

You met him after his classes were over, waiting for him to come out from the auditorium, but only had he stepped out, he grabbed your hand and walked you away, accompanied by his classmates noises, hearing something among ‘Woah Azul’s dating someone???’ lines.

And then you realized he never intended to reveal your relationship status, and if the first two weeks went quite okay with you going on fake dates, no one managed to spot you. Or so Azul thought, but you knew Jade also figured out what kind of request you make, glancing over and smiling with an emotion you couldn’t understand.

So today he accidentally led you two into an extremely small staff room of the Mostro Lounge where mops were stored, escaping other workers’ stares. And it wouldn’t be a problem if Azul didn’t hear Floyd approaching you two.

So now you found yourself ‘trapped’ in here, your bodies being tangled, which seemed funny to you, while Azul was going crazy, his cheeks glowing crimson in a dim light radiating from one small lamp in the room.

“Ouch, Yuu-san, be careful.”

“The same goes to you!”

His hands on your back made you bite your lower lip when Azul tried fixing his position, but to no avail. You had no other choice but to be pressed to his chest, head empty of thoughts and common sense.

“Argh, Ashengrotto, you seriously!—”

“Shh!! Floyd’s coming.”

He managed to press a finger to your lips, and you remembered why you found otome games strange in the first place. All those silly situations like this were so stupid and unrealistic when you were recovering after experiencing literal hell in thrillers, but now? Now you were melting under his careful movements and focused eyes fixated on the gap in the door, fishing out Floyd.

You fell silent, averting your gaze, and felt Azul’s slow breath. Your legs went numb, and when you wanted to change your pose just slightly, you felt Azul’s grip on you tightening, and blushed.

“Uhm, Ashen—”

“Yuu— Ugh, can’t you just—”

“Aha~ Did I just hear Koebi-chan?~”

You tensed, clenching Azul’s necktie and panicking just slightly when you heard Floyd’s voice.

“Where are you two?~”

“Ashengrotto, I think we should—”

“Yuu-san, just shut up already!!”

“But I might fall just—”

He turned to you with the brightest color of red on his cheeks, grabbing your chin and drawing your face to his, shutting you up with a kiss.

You could have sworn you saw Jade’s intense stare for a mere second, and then also him talking to Floyd.

“Floyd, here you are. Azul told me we’re needed in the kitchen.”

“Eh? But I don’t wanna~”

“Let’s go.”

“But Ja~ade!”

You two parted with a soft sound of Azul’s nervous breath, and he shifted his gaze immediately after you stared at him blankly.

“A-Ashengrotto…”

“You’re hopeless, Yuu-san…”

“Sorry… O-oh…”

You noticed how pink liquid filled the heart to the half and inhaled sharply, grabbing Azul’s hand when he was going to open the door.

“W-what?”

“Uhm, nothing… sorry again.”

The kiss made you lose your mind for a moment or two. You needed Azul to fall in love with you as soon as possible before you fell for him yourself.

“Ashengrotto.”

“Yes, Yuu-san?”

“Go take a rest. It’s painful to see you working so hard. I haven’t seen you sleeping for two days.”

Azul sighed, fixing his glasses, and continued writing something.

“Of course, you don’t see me sleeping, because I do that in Octavinelle.”

“I highly doubt that…”

You fell silent, sorting out the contracts he made, and stumbled upon a request similar to yours, gasping.

“What’s the matter?”

“Someone asked you to date them,” you frowned. “But you declined.”

“Of course I did.”

“But why? Didn’t you say you fulfill any wish?”

“Yuu-san.”

He stopped writing, sanding up and getting on one knee before you, causing you to blush a little.

“Because right at the moment I’m dating you… no, not just that,” he took your hand in his. “I’m falling in love with you, Yuu-san.”

You bit your lip, lowering your gaze and knitting brows together. It ached so excruciatingly right in your chest, you hated every moment of everything happening just as much you loved it. You…

“I have a question,” you said. “Have you not still fallen in love with me?”

“One more word, and I’ll start hating you instead, but…”

He placed his head on your knees, making you flustered.

“A-Ashengrotto?!”

“Yuu-san, first of all… There’s two things restraining me from loving you with all my heart.”

“Oh, I’m… All ears.”

“First,” he looked at you, pouting with a cute pinkish hue on his cheeks and ears. “Have you ever dated someone before?”

“O-oh?” You found yourself startled. “To be honest, yes, I have. Why?”

“Did you call them by their surname, too?”

“No,” you answered immediately.

“Then why do you call me by my last name?”

There was a reasoning behind that, but you couldn't even clearly judge yourself for your stupid decisions, so you remained silent, receiving his sigh as an answer.

“Fine. The second question possesses more importance anyway. Why don’t you allow yourself to love and be loved?”

You jolted, escaping his serious look, and not daring to give him an answer. You begged for the heart to fill up this instant, but Azul’s stoic gaze remained strict.

“The answer is related to the secret I’m going to reveal when you finally fall in love.”

“And what if I tell you I already did?”

You smiled bitterly at him, interweaving your fingers with his.

“You didn’t,” you laughed. “I know you didn’t. And you know it too.”

“Is it related to that knowledge of yours?”

“Correct,” you nodded. “I know how you feel.”

“It might be funny hearing from me, but Yuu-san. You can never know what one feels, even if in reality you had the magic helping you reveal people’s feelings all this time, or anything else — you can’t. Otherwise you wouldn’t say I don’t love you yet.”

You fell silent again. But the system couldn’t lie, the liquid of the heart was still on its half, so was he lying to you at this point? He wasn’t. You knew that too.

Will you believe the system or him, Azul Ashengrotto, his cold hands holding yours, cold too?

It was insane. It was an absolutely absurd, stupid mess you hated with all your heart. The support and consideration of your own feelings Azul demonstrated to you made you go crazy with a warmth blossoming in your chest.

“Azul…”

“Huh.”

He raised his head, meeting your surprised expression, being quite astonished himself, and smiled at you, clenching a piece of shirt in his fist.

“You really… What a controversial figure you are, Yuu.”

“Hey, I… Wait. No, no, Azul, wait!!”

“What’s with you?”

Bright light flowing around you made you burst into tears at once, throwing yourself into his embrace and crying hopelessly, him not realizing what was happening.

“I,” you sucked in the air, cupping his cheeks and smiling at him. “I came from another dimension and I’ve got two more people’s stories to finish. Y-you, you were my fourth story in this mess, and… Argh, no, please, give me one more minute, I’m begging!!”

“Yuu?!”

You felt how the light was tying up your limbs, and despite your miserable attempts at escaping, it ached. It was not your body aching, but your very heart.

“Please forget about me. Don’t carry my secret, the next time we meet pretend you never felt anything for me. Forget me and.. Thank you, Azul.”

“Yuu!” He cried out, grabbing your hand for a brief moment before you almost dissolved in the air. “Thank you. Thank you for showing me love and letting me fall for you…”

Opening your eyes in the room in Ramshackle you shared with Grim, you’ve decided that you would rather suffer yourself than letting others experience that pain with you.

Lilia Vanrouge and Idia Shroud are going to be different, you thought, seeing 100% difficulty level under Lilia’s icon in the system, trying to ignore the ‘COMPLETED’ line under Azul’s image, but sweet and salty scent of sea waves made you chuckle nervously and swallow your despair all at once.

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