#lmk if I need to add any more triggers

[pastelribbonsxx]

Seven for beauty that blossoms and dies;

(Uncensored under cut!)

[ikeuverse]

criminal love | psh

pairing: killer!sunghoon x rich!fem!reader genres: angst, smut, maybe fluff wc: 4.6k+

꒰ 𝅄 warnings ꒱ : weapons, drink, drugs, swearing. mention and execution of murder, blood, fights (physical and verbal). unprotected sex (the details of the sex parts i'll add as i post the chapters), but there are more than two, for sure. lmk if i forgot anything else.

꒰ 𝅄 synopsis ꒱ : paid to kill people, sunghoon finds himself in the biggest dilemma of his life. getting paid the most money his profession has ever given him to kill a woman. but he can't do it because it goes beyond his principles, who has never laid a finger on a woman. what will he do when the twist is right in front of his eyes?

꒰ 𝅄 notes ꒱ : i had this initial idea for jay, but i don't know why i thought i'd write it for sunghoon. i've modified a few things and i'm thinking of making it a story with a few chapters. i hope you like it!

TAGLIST: i don't know if i'll do it, but…

꒰ 𝅄 masterlist | prologue | part 1 | part 2 [...] ꒱

None of this was new to Park Sunghoon. The eyes stared at him in fear, shining with a pair of panicked features as they begged for their lives. His index finger against the trigger of the gun before he asked to speak his last words and then fired. Seeing the body slowly collapse in front of you, the eyes losing life and the blood dripping through the fabric of the clothes and onto the floor. This was a very familiar scenario, even more so as a hitman.

If anyone ever asked him why he lived this life, the answer would come quickly: easy money.

Sunghoon got used to being on the streets in search of a job to maintain his almost miserable life after the death of his parents. His grandfather, an alcoholic who barely stayed at home, was the only living relative he had. And the only person who could give him a roof over his head at fifteen.

Wandering the streets in search of something solid led Sunghoon to meet all sorts of people and ways of making ends meet. He worked with a bit of everything until he found the job he had settled into today. It was through Jake, one of the first people he befriended, that he learned what it was like to kill for money. His friend's father had a scheme and paid him well enough to eat, dress, and live in his grandfather's house, which he barely saw.

Jake and his father became a family to Sunghoon, even if it was in the worst of environments, but it was the only thing he could get close to that bordered on a good feeling. The boy couldn't call it love because he'd never heard it from any of his friends, although they could say that they respected and cared for each other, but love, for Sunghoon, was too strong.

Who would say about love when, in fact, he was hired to kill? Often people from his own family and for financial reasons. So how could he believe that love existed when his job showed otherwise? Of course, everyone had family problems… Look at him! Sunghoon wasn't the greatest example of this, but come on, he would never have his grandfather or anyone else killed in his own home. It was bizarre, but unfortunately, that's what he dealt with most of the time. And that's what filled his pocket and made him change his life.

Moving into his apartment after his grandfather died, having more contact with Jake and his father about the business, and even getting on a bit more when things started to expand. This was all thanks to Sunghoon's skill and eye for instigating Jake's father to think bigger. It was risky for him to try to suggest that they think big, such as killing some CEO in debt or someone high up.

You've got to be crazy, he heard Jake mutter once, at an informal meeting they had after a successful case. Sunghoon could be crazy, but when it came down to it and money, the highest cases paid well. And that's what he asked Jake's father about until they had their first diplomat client. The amount to be paid was so high that they had never thought of having it in their bank accounts.

"We need to kill about four people to get that" Jake muttered after looking at the amount. A sigh left his father's lips before he agreed.

And so began the great social affair between Jake and Sunghoon – along with Jake's father – for bigger cases with fat sums in their money accounts.

It was dangerous, but Sunghoon lived for it. He didn't have anyone else, he didn't have anything to think about except his well-being and how he could have what he wanted more peacefully after living in poverty for years. He didn't want to go through the insecurity of not having anything to eat, or having to wander the streets looking for something to do or somewhere to stay so that he wouldn't have to be alone in a house where he didn't know who would come back. But now, in his apartment, he shared the peace of knowing that everything was his. Every little thing in there had been earned by him, even if the money wasn't in the cleanest way, but someone had to do that kind of work.

And it wasn't as if Sunghoon would kill just anyone either, he had strict criteria about this that he made very clear to Jake and his father before things got as strong as they are today. Like killing people who had only done some kind of harm to those who had asked for it. Like women who had been beaten by their husbands, or someone in particular who had physically or mentally hurt whoever was hiring the service. Or that person posed a risk to the society in question and they knew that no authority would do anything about it. So they did. And the most important thing of all was that under no circumstances would Sunghoon lay a hand on a woman.

But the universe seemed to play tricks on him that morning, arriving at the office and seeing Jake's eyes light up. It would be pointless to ask why, considering that he was one of the first to receive clients and their proposals, so someone had probably come to Jake to talk to him and give him a huge sum of money.

"Dude, I think we're rich" he threw himself into the leather chair that initially belonged to his father. But as long as the older man didn't arrive at the office, Jake took possession of it until that happened.

"What do you mean?" Sunghoon held back a laugh as he walked a little further into the office, throwing his body into the small armchair opposite the desk Jake was sitting at "A client with good money?"

"Better than that" he sighed, throwing his head back "This client wants to hire our services for two people, but the price is—"

"Jake, spit it out" Sunghoon said quickly.

"Bro, she'll pay two million" he looked directly at Sunghoon. That amount would cheer the boy up if he hadn't heard it before, or even been paid for it "For each of us, and for each of the two people we're going to kill."

Wait, that was new to Sunghoon. Two million for each of them, totaling two people to kill, so… Four million for him, and four million for Jake?

"Man, that's…"

"Insane, I know" Jake interrupted him as if he already knew what his friend was going to say. But something seemed a little off because he didn't have that much energy to say that amount. Normally Jake would have been bouncing around the room literally like a child, totally losing his hitman pose as he commented on the four million that would be playing around in his bank account for the next few weeks.

"What's wrong?" Sunghoon asked at once, noticing the change in his friend's mood as the seconds passed. Jake now looked a little uncomfortable in his father's chair and shifted his body a few times to try to find a comfortable position, opting to lean his elbows on the table and tilt his body a little.

"You know it's four million each, right?" he asked, watching Sunghoon agree "And that the percentage we give my father on each client is very small because, well, he already has a lot of money…"

"Speak up, man. You're stalling on something." Sunghoon wasn't out of patience, but he knew that Jake tended to talk too much when he was nervous. What could have happened to make him like this?

Jake nodded in agreement and continued to lean on the table, leaning towards Sunghoon, who settled into the armchair and imitated his friend's position on the other side. Leaning his elbows on the table and looking at the boy in front of him, who was now looking at his hands.

"A woman wants us to kill her brother and…" Jake slowly closed his eyes "Her niece."

Sunghoon felt a ringing in his ear and then his whole body tensed up. He couldn't explain why he had that reaction, but just mentioning that there was a woman for him to kill made everything seem completely out of place to him.

"You're kidding me, right?" Sunghoon asked.

"I really wanted to, man, I swear" he whined, watching Sunghoon's withdrawal appear little by little as he slid his arms off the table and leaned back in the armchair.

"And what did those two do to make her want to kill two people at once?"

"I don't know" Jake shrugged. "She hasn't told me yet, she's arranged a meeting and my father wants to go along. It's too high…"

"You two do it" he stood up, walking to the middle of the room before he heard Jake calling after him. Without turning around, Sunghoon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He waited a few seconds before finally turning to his friend.

"I can't do this without you, bro. You know we've been working together forever" Jake began.

"But what are my conditions?" Sunghoon asked, and for a moment he saw a glimmer of regret in Jake's eyes. For mentioning or even thinking that his friend might do this kind of thing. Maybe the money had messed with his head a bit and he wouldn't deny it, but Jake knew Sunghoon well enough, he just wanted to try until he couldn't anymore. Even though he knew it would come to nothing because Sunghoon would never accept.

Silence was Jake's way of responding, not knowing exactly what to say because he knew Sunghoon's terms well. Everyone was aware and in agreement, so why change their minds at that moment?

"I just need your help, then" he said after some quiet time.

"I'm not putting my hands on either of you, be warned," Sunghoon said, a little angry about the whole situation until he saw Jake nod silently, implying that he had nothing more to say.

Then, as if on cue, he left the room and walked around the building in search of something to clear his mind of what had just happened. It was an unimaginable amount for him, but Sunghoon wouldn't go against his principles for it.

For the first time, he had refused something that Jake had asked of him. And he felt immensely awkward about it.

You could feel the migraine invading you little by little. The side of your head ached like never before, while your eyes stung and you tried your best to pay attention to people and their words of condolence.

It had been a week since your grandfather's death, and the only sincere tears you had seen – apart from your own – were those of your uncle. He was the closest thing to real family you had after your father's death a year ago. Having him around was comforting, especially as your family was driven by money and scandal. Everything revolved around social and financial status. Your grandfather's company was the focal point of all that arrogance in the family members.

But now, with his death and the will read, you had to assimilate that the only beneficiaries were you and your uncle, the one who was still crying over his father's death and trying to understand how it had all happened. And then there was him, a well-groomed gentleman who eschewed the stereotype of the rich old man and business owner who walked around with a glass of whisky in his hand. On the death certificate, his grandfather had died of cirrhosis, but you were surprised. Even though he wasn't a health professional, you could assume that this would be different, to say the least, since the old man had never drunk a drop of alcohol.

“This is terrible for your health” he once said. “Try never to drink more than necessary. And at parties, I promise to serve you the best natural juice.”

Those words always lingered in your mind because your grandfather was serious, in his own right, but he was very loving. You became so attached to him that you took an interest in the affairs of your grandfather’s company with a genuine gesture of helping him, which he appreciated.

Maybe that was what had made him put your name on that paper, inheriting half of the family fortune. While your uncle got the other half.

Millions and millions, or should say billions? It was so much money that you swore you would die and the amount would continue to yield in your account even though you used it almost every day. That was why you knew that some people who had always been there for your grandfather’s money were now furious because they couldn’t enjoy a single cent of it.

“We are so sorry for the loss of your father, Yvone” someone’s voice took you out of your thoughts, making your eyes dart around the people around you. A well-dressed woman with a tired expression was greeting your aunt. She didn’t have a trace of sadness on her face. That stranger seemed sadder than your aunt over the loss of her father.

“I’m sure you are too” she tried to fake a sad voice that you recognized from afar. Your stomach almost churned as she hugged the other woman.

Suddenly, your embarrassment became even greater, because your aunt's gaze was immediately on you. She seemed angry, with something bad inside her that immediately wanted to be directed at you. Your gaze soon turned away from her to try to find your uncle who was desolate.

Your steps through the environment were fast and precise, the sound of leather shoes against the devastated floor was inhibited by the sound of other people's voices and laments. You weren't running, but the things inside your body said very well that you seemed to be in a hurry.

Your eyes quickly spotted your uncle a little further away, sitting on a bench alone outside. You walked a little calmer towards him until you sat next to the man. He didn't need to look up to know that the only person with compassion in that family was you.

"I wish this nightmare would end" he said quietly, a sob breaking out of his voice when your uncle raised his head and continued to look ahead.

"I still can't believe it" you sighed. Your eyes are locked on the events in front of you. Some people were coming and going from your grandfather's mansion with small flowers in their hands or pieces of paper, like written notes of thanks. Of course, he wouldn't read them, he was dead. But it was a way of thanking everyone he knew, and the reading would be up to you and your uncle. The only ones who cared about the sentimental side of things.

"Do you think Yvone hates us now?" your uncle asked, finally looking at you. His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets and bloodshot from his eyeballs, they were so red. You swallowed a sigh and just nodded.

"For the reading of Grandpa's will? Of course" you laughed humorlessly, listening to him accompany you.

As if summoning a haunting, just saying her name out loud made your aunt's figure appear in the doorway of the mansion. She welcomed people by trying to look sad or convincing whoever was arriving. Her eyes quickly fell on you and your uncle, further away from the house and sitting on a secluded bench. She didn't show any reaction but took her cell phone out of her pocket to do something you didn't even care about. Her attention was on the man next to her.

“I can’t be happy knowing that my father left all this for me and you” he ran his hands through his hair, almost pulling it out if it weren’t for your hands stopping him. You held one of his hands and kept it in your lap.

“It’s okay uncle, I’m not happy about this either” you said. “Money won’t erase anything that’s happening to the two of us, you know that.”

Of course, he knew. You and your uncle could sometimes say that you were born into the wrong family because you were the only ones who didn’t count on money. Even though you knew that your whole life revolved around it. Even though every interaction you had since the day you were born was driven by money. It wasn’t your fault for being born into a family like that, but you could deal with it and think about how you spent what you had.

“How about you come in and get a drink? I bet you’re thirsty” your uncle said quietly, making you look at him after some time of contemplation while still watching people entering and leaving the mansion.

“I think I’ll go in a little while, I want to stay here a little longer” you smiled sadly at the man as he stood up and just waved in your direction. Just as you knew when he wanted some time alone, your uncle was also able to understand when you needed it.

Leaving him and going back into the mansion, you saw him disappear among the little people who had now gone inside the house. You remained there, looking around that immense land that your grandfather owned. One of them, to be more exact. You remember playing with your uncle and your father to guess which was the largest land your grandfather had in his name. Of course, the two older men always let you win, even though it was a rather unfunny game. But it was one of the few moments when the three of you were together, aware of the money you had and trying to make good use of it.

Your body slowly shrank with a small gust of wind, indicating that the weather was changing from sunny to something colder and almost rainy. You looked up at the sky, noticing the clouds beginning to darken. Rain was the last thing you wanted, but maybe you needed it. To wash away all that heaviness you've felt since your grandfather died. Rain could help wash away the dirt that remained beneath your feet and wash away all the bad feelings and burdens you would face in the days to come.

The decision to go back inside wasn't so difficult as your body shrank a little more, curses spilling from your lips as you missed a coat or a blanket that could cover your arms. Just a tank top and silk pants weren't a suitable outfit for the moment, but it was the first thing you could think of to wear when your aunt summoned the whole family to pay homage to your grandfather at his mansion.

You got up from the bench and stretched your whole body, trying to shake off some of the day's exhaustion and thinking about how you wanted to go back to your apartment and take a shower. Get all those sticky, fake hugs off your body. Those words buzzing around in your head lamenting what had happened. No one there really cared, so you at least paid attention to the fake tears in front of you.

You walked in slow steps to the front door, trying to avoid walking in with anyone who might greet you. You didn't want to talk to anyone anymore, just to be there long enough to leave. But your steps were quickly stopped.

Feeling a hand around your waist, you looked up to find your aunt standing in the doorway just as something covered your mouth. It all happened too quickly. Your vision began to blur as you struggled against a body that seemed much bigger than yours. Your hands were useless at grabbing any kind of skin to scratch because the arms holding you were covered.

You don't remember much, but the only thing that didn't leave your mind before passing out was the cynical smile of the woman right in front of you.

“What did she ask for?” Sunghoon was exasperated, pacing back and forth as he looked at your unconscious body on the other side of the room.

“To torture her and get a video of her saying she wants to pass everything on to her aunt…” Jake began.

“First of all, I never agreed to this” he interrupted his friend, controlling himself as much as possible so as not to scream and wake you up. They had just taken off the masks and all the equipment when they laid you down on the small mattress with almost no foam.

“My dad just asked you to help me bring her in, I know.” Jake sighed. “I don’t want to do this either, but—”

“Dude, listen” Sunghoon looked at him. “We can deny this and say fuck you to those four million. Seriously, there’s no way we can continue.”

The desperation in his voice was completely real, Jake could feel it. He was also desperate about all of this, although it wasn’t something new for either of them. But the cruelty in how his aunt was making requests of them without even knowing them or having finished the job. How demanding she was and how she wanted everything to be done as quickly as possible. Sunghoon never had bad feelings about his work, he just went there and killed whoever was necessary. But as soon as he looked at his aunt through the gap in the mask and noticed her smile, the way she behaved in front of the people who were entering the house, without even noticing that he and Jake were carrying her to a black car with no license plate.

He didn't know what he was doing, he didn't know why he had accepted all of that. Sunghoon was breaking one of his biggest rules and all because of money? Four million wouldn't pay for his principles even if his job was one of the worst possible. He already had too much blood on his hands, but that didn't matter when you had a woman unconscious and almost ready to be killed by Jake.

Arguing with Mr. Sim was out of the question, he had already tried since he received the offer and saw the man's eyes light up at the amount. Even though he knew that Sunghoon's biggest criteria were at stake.

"If you're not going to kill her, at least help Jake bring her here" was the only thing he said after finishing the little discussion he had started. He couldn't win this one, he couldn't deny something that he had at least managed to keep going.

Now here he was, pacing back and forth and going over what your aunt wanted Jake to do to you.

For one lousy moment, Sunghoon felt a twinge of regret and compassion for you. Your calm countenance while you were unconscious and the way you seemed harmless, something clicked in his mind telling him that you weren't as bad as the woman said you were. Maybe she'd done the worst kind of propaganda just to make you look bad enough for them to kill you.

"Sunghoon, hey" Jake called out quickly, taking off his black glove and throwing it on the table "What are we going to do?"

"I already told you," Sunghoon sighed once again, stopping walking and feeling his throat irritated because he had already shouted at Jake the whole way "Let's give up that four million, it's not worth it."

"Is that all I'm worth?"

Sunghoon looked in Jake's direction and they both froze. Eyes wide, breathing almost labored as they searched for something to cover their faces. But it was too late. As soon as Sunghoon crossed the room and focused on you, there you were. You were sitting with your back against the wall, your hands tied by the ribbons perched perfectly on your lap. Your hair was completely messed up, but he could still see every detail of your face. How, even so, you looked very beautiful.

"Shit" Jake cursed softly, turning away while Sunghoon stood there staring at him. He felt his friend pull him a few times so that you wouldn't stare so hard at his face that you wouldn't recognize him if something went wrong. But Sunghoon simply couldn't move.

"It's okay, I've seen you. I've been awake for a few minutes" your voice was hoarse, perhaps from lack of use, and because you tried to scream before Sunghoon put the cloth over your mouth to force you to faint.

Jake hesitated to turn around but did so when he saw that his friend wasn't moving at all.

"If you say anything—" Sunghoon made Jake look like he was speaking rudely when he landed a weak punch on his arm. He didn't know why he was defending you like that, not least because that was Jake's role, to be rude at first and gradually hurt whoever was in front of them.

Knowing this, Sunghoon already sensed that he would start being rude until Jake's hands were on you to hurt you. And he didn't want that.

"What did you hear?" Sunghoon addressed you for the first time. His eyes still glazed over at your completely weak and staggering figure in front of him.

He noticed that your eyes were bright, maybe watery, and if you blinked a little more, tears would fall like waterfalls. He was already weak just knowing that he had done this to you, seeing you cry would do what to him? Sunghoon didn't want to know. That case was getting too emotional.

"Just the four million part" you moaned a little in pain as you moved and felt your back crack. That mattress was terrible and you assumed you'd been on it for a long time, but it wasn't important. Your mind was elsewhere and on how you were here, so before you could even think of anything, you asked "It was her, wasn't it?"

"Her who?" Sunghoon and Jake asked at the same time.

For a long minute, you were quiet, just thinking about the little interactions you had with the woman who was supposed to have done this to you. Your heart ached, that wasn't possible. You never thought she could do that.

"My aunt told you two to kill me," you tried to keep your voice steady, "did I?"

It was the turn of the two boys to be silent right in front of you. Jake moistened his lips and tried to find the words to answer you, pondering whether or not to be rude to you. Not least because he didn't want to be punched again by Sunghoon. He swallowed dryly and looked away a few times, wondering whether or not to tell the truth.

"I triple it."

"What?" Jake raised his voice, echoing throughout the room as he looked in your direction and then at Sunghoon.

"I say I'll triple that amount" you moved again, trying to find a more comfortable position on that shitty mattress that was making all your muscles ache "If you don't kill me."

Jake laughed. Nervously, perhaps, but he tried to look a little more cool as he walked towards you and bent down right in front of you. Knees bent enough to bring him close to your face. If you were in the best condition, you could lift your leg and kick him in the knee, only to stagger and fall backward. But you just wanted answers.

"Do you think we're open to negotiations, princess?" he shifted his gaze between your eyes and your mouth but remained in your gaze, which was still sparkling. Jake didn't want to seem arrogant, but that's how he'd been taught.

That's how he learned to deal with that kind of situation, listening to everything and every possible appeal before doing his job. But he never received a counter-proposal, especially one as high as that.

"I don't think you'll even get paid that four million, actually" you looked at him, your voice becoming more and more shaky, "but since the whole inheritance is with me, I'll triple it if you don't kill me."

For a second Jake looked back to Sunghoon for support at that moment. He knew that his friend would probably accept because it would give him the chance to never lay a finger on you.

"Instead, I want you to kill my aunt."

That turn of events was making Jake and Sunghoon's heads spin. Hearts pounding as you let a single tear fall down your cheek. You tried to look convincing and strong talking to two guys who were about to kill you.

But being able to protect yourself was one of the few things you learned because it wasn't the first time someone had approached you out of interest. So why not use the money you had to your advantage? You never thought you'd be able to do that kind of thing, but you'd try anything to make sure no one killed you.

And if the case was to have those who wanted you dead killed, then you'd start with that.

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WARNINGS: Emotional abuse, Toxic relationship dynamics (but they both love each other dw), Intense emotional distress, Language, Potential Triggers, Donestic conflict. (MAJOR FLUFF AT THE END THOUGH!!! ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP!!!) They were a couple alive too if you don’t mind idk i suck at writing- USAGE OF Y/N I ALMOST FORGOT AHHH- Lmk if i missed anything :3

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“Alastor, are you serious?!” You yelled as Alastor started to walk away from you, mid conversation.

Alastor had just gotten into a big fight with Vox, luckily survived, though. The frustrating part is, he won’t even let you heal him. Or know what the battle was even about?!

Which made you really, really paranoid.

“Alastor, don’t walk away from me, that’s rude.” You caught up with him and began to match his pace and he walked to the halls of the hotel to lucifer knows where. “We need to talk about this.” You say firmly. “I’m going to find out one way or another.” You add, raising your voice slightly.

Alastor stopped walking and turned around to face you. He was looking down at you, which always made you feel so small. Even if he wasn’t actually looking at you, you could still feel it.

“Well, then.” His voice was calm, but a hint of annoyance was there. “Aren’t you just invested in my little public hiccup.”He crossed his arms, waiting for your response.

“Yes I am. And I think we should talk about it, instead of you getting defensive.” You looked him dead in the eye and kept talking. “And why you didn’t tell me.” Your voice went quieter again.

Alastor hid a chuckle, “I thought you would care more about me surviving, than knowing how many lives I took today.” He raised his eyebrow, mocking you. “Or maybe, I don’t want to share this kind of information with someone who will judge me for it.” He was now fully annoyed by you.

You stepped closer to him, trying to keep him from leaving again. “Alastor, please stop. I’m just trying to help. I don’t…” You trailed off nervously. “I don’t want us fighting.”

Alastor smirked at you, “Oh, don’t worry love. We aren’t fighting. Yet.” His tone was harsh and he leaned down to look you in the eyes. “But I will if you continue to harass me about this.”

You felt yourself start to panic, but tried your best to hide it. “I’m sorry Alastor, I just…” You couldn’t finish your sentence, as he interrupted you.

“No. Don’t ‘just’ anything. You know I hate that word.” He said with a cold smile. “Now leave me alone before I get upset with you.”

“…You know,” You began, standing in your place as Alastor walked away, “You should at least act like you care about my opinion, maybe act like a husband, as well.” You snapped back, but in a more calm, collected tone. (minus the shakiness in your voice.)

“That’s rich coming from you.” Alastor snapped back, turning around to face you again. “What did I ever do to deserve such a self-righteous wife?” He raised his voice a bit, but not enough for others to hear. “How dare you assume things about me without even asking. How dare you come here and make demands of me. How dare you try to control me.” He continued yelling, walking towards you. “You have no right to tell me what to do! I don’t have to explain myself to you!”

“I’m not trying to control you. I’m just saying, maybe you could at least consider what I have to say sometimes…” You tried to say bravely, but failed at the end. You felt so small. So insignificant.

You felt like nothing.

Alastor was now right in front of you, towering above you. His height and stature were intimidating, but his voice was worse. It was rough and demanding, making you feel like you weren’t worth anything. “You are nothing, nothing compared to me.” He sneered. “I don’t give a damn about what you think. What you say. What you do. You’re just a pathetic little sinner who has no idea what real power feels like. You’re not worthy of my time. You’re not worthy of my attention. You’re not worthy of my love.” He spat out the last word like it tasted sour in his mouth.

His words were cutting through your heart, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

You dashed away to the nearest staircase, needing to get to your office. Your only safe space.

***

It has been about a week now since the fight you and Alastor had.

It had also been a week since you came out of your office.

You didn’t really leave your office because, one, it had a fridge of food and other things. Two, you had a makeshift bed with the couch. And three, why would you even go out there?

Only problem is, you’ve cried everyday, and that made you feel like complete imp-shit.

You really wanted to see Alastor, but you knew it wouldn’t end well.

You also didn’t want to be around anyone else, either.

***

Alastor was a gentleman to all women who deserved so.

An example he would give you is Rosie. He’s a gentleman to her because she’s nice to him and has manners. She deserves it.

But, if he was near Velvette, he would call her cruel names and shred all her ‘designer masterpieces’.

But, now he was confused.

What happened with Y/N?

He had never fought like that with her before no, usually she would be next to him in bed right now.

He was starting to miss her.

…he needed to give her an apology.

But he knew he wasn’t good with words.

So, he brainstormed.

“I could probably give her a heart…” He thought, stepping out of bed and pondering for a moment, “…no, no….maybe…some flowers?…” he looked over to his bayou. “…Allergies.”

He slumped onto his armchair and looked around his room for any ideas at all.

“…maybe some candy? No.” He thought, “She doesn’t eat much sweets.”

He sat there for a while longer, thinking.

Then it hit him.

***

You heard footsteps outside your door, and immediately froze. You looked around your room for any escape route, and found none. You decided to sit back down on your couch, and began to wait for whoever was there to leave.

The footsteps stopped outside your door, and a knock sounded out. “Y/N, open the door.” Alastor’s voice was stern and commanding. “I know you’re in there.” He added.

You opened the door slowly, and peeked out to see who it was.

“Hello, darling.” Alastor said with a warm smile. “Can I come in?”

You just stared at him, saying nothing

‘fuck’, he thought, ‘i caused this.”

“Y/N, I just want to apologize.” He finally said, breaking the silence. “I shouldn’t have said those things to you. I was wrong.”

“…you don’t mean that.” You replied, still not moving.

“I do mean it, darling. Please jsut…let me in.” Alastor said sincerely, taking a step forward.

You hesitated for a moment, then moved aside to let him in. He closed the door behind him and stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, unsure of what to do or say next.

Then, your eyes wandered to the large picture album he was holding to his side.

“Alastor…what’s that?” You asked, taking a step back cautiously.

“…it’s our picture album.” He looked at you, remaining calm. “…from…when we were alive. You know, with all those crappy photos.” He smiled softly.

You looked up at him, “…I’m scared.”

Alastor knew exactly why, as well.

He sighed, “I promise…I will keep myself contained if i ever, ever lash out like that… ever again.” He claimed, tears building up in his eyes.

“What i said back there was not true at all. You are everything to me, you are worth so much, and most of all, I love you.” He dropped the book to the floor and held out his arms to hug you.

You didn’t move, “…I don’t want to be here…” You said, letting a tear fall.

He nodded, “That’s okay, dear, let’s go to our room, okay?” He reassured, picking the book back up and holding you tight to his waist as the shadows consumed you both, talking you to his room.

***

You and Alastor missed this.

Limbs tangled together in bed, holding each other close, breathing in each other’s scents, you wish you had this sooner.

Alastor flipped a page of the album, “Oh look,” He noticed, pointing his claws to the first picture in the album, “It’s our cat, oh, what was his name again?” He asked, looking at you.

You were still crying.

He took a deep breath, “Y/n,” he exhaled, “It’s okay, dear…please don’t think about it.”

You looked at him, “w-what?” you said, wiping your cheek.

He ran a claw through your hair, “Nothing.” He said, smiling softly.

You put your head on his shoulder, “Okay,” you mumbled into his chest, closing your eyes and enjoying his scent.

He stroked your hair, “Do you remember our wedding day?” He asked.

You shook your head, “…no, I don’t…it was too long ago…” you said, sniffling.

He kissed the top of your head, “That’s alright, sweetheart, we have plenty of time to talk about it.” He assured you, pulling you closer to him.

You closed your eyes, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. You felt safe in his arms. Safe and loved.

Alastor flipped the pages until he found the wedding pictures, “Oh, here we are. Look, see how my mother walked you through the aisle?” He rubbed the picture with his thumb, rethinking back the memory.

“…yeah…I remember now…” You snuggled closer into him, trying to control your ragged breathing.

“…just breathe daring.” He reminded you, “Look here, you see how much you’ve changed?” He laughed softly, flipping another page, “See here? Here you are at our anniversary dinner, you wore that beautiful dress that made your legs look amazing.” He blushed lightly, “I remember you told me I was the only one allowed to see it.”

You giggled, “…that was a joke, silly.” You said, opening your eyes and smiling up at him.

“Ah, yes, I know.” He smiled back,

“…You’re so precious to me, y’know that?” He said, leaning down and kissing your forehead.

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END NOTES: Idk what i was thinking when i made this fic erm…! Idk I’ve been going thru some shit rn but I’ve gotta impress the community because the notes/likes/comments/reblogs on my posts aren’t doing to good rn!! Oh no!!! (that is a sign from my greedy ass) And i just started a multi-chapter fic so like idk why i’m typing this- support is appreciated. BAI!!![![![11!

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[sproutpixels]

hi rentry comm -- im the person who mentioned archiving every single imvu button from the 2000s the other day!

i have over 3000 of them right now!

i have a few questions id love your guys' opinions on if you could help me out.

Are there any search terms/tags that you would like to be included? Im trying to keep things as simple as possible to keep my workload light, but if there are certain thematic elements that you all think are particularly repetitive, i can definitely try to add those.

2. Sensitive content: Some of the buttons I have archived have slightly inappropriate content or possibly triggering content. Ideally, I would prefer to just keep them with all the other buttons and have a warning up, but I'm most worried about the younger members in the community being uncomfortable with the more nsfw buttons. I don't even know if there is a person in the world interested in them, but I like to be thorough when I archive. Nonetheless, they exist, and I wanna know if a warning before you enter the page is enough?

3. Crediting: I currently have asked permission from a few button creators to include a sample of their buttons and a link back to their page as well. However, I'm unsure if I should include their buttons in the search results as well, as that makes it so people may be more careless and less likely to look for the credit of each button. Filename credits are also included (if any are found to be missing once the site is up, lmk).

4. Is there anything else I can reasonably do to make the site more accessible or just more helpful for you guys?

I plan to have a lot more pages eventually as I love archiving things and helping the community in general, but I think when I release it publically it'll just be IMVU buttons and IMVU badges.

This has already been hours upon hours of work scouring the internet archive, imvu itself, and even putting some money into it to get access to buttons that I couldn't find for free because I wanted to make this resource as thorough as possible.

REBLOGS APPRECIATED :) + if anyone wants to help out and can offer assistance let me know!

[site wip screenshots below]

(side note: i've only been coding for a little while and i don't know how to make the images align when searched for LOL if anyone can help, lmk.

i know that i need to use a combination of the display and position CSS things, but the fact that i am hiding elements is throwing me off, i think. i think I'm just overthinking it and screwing myself over)

[eneiyri]

i don't want you to go to bed, mad at me

pairing: jake x reader word count: 2.2k type: angst, fluff. synopsis: in the middle of an argument, you want to go to sleep— but jake refuses for either of you to go to bed feeling mad at one another. warnings: slight arguing, mentions of breaking up, jake being the sweetest guy he is, there’s no specific mention of the reason why the argument started, overthinking, reassurance, comfort, lmk if there’s more i shld add

make sure to listen to this song as you read. it is the song that the story is based on. [ mad by ne-yo ] (rlly sets the mood, ngl)

Before you and Jake started dating, there has always been one established rule that the both of you agreed on. Never go to bed mad at the other. Always resolve and communicate about your problems before going to sleep. Never leave it for the next day.

It remained consistent, until tonight. For the first time in your four-year-long relationship, you think you can’t follow that rule as the millionth yawn leaves your lips in the middle of an argument.

Jake sat on the couch; his face buried in his hands as he heaved a sigh again. No words were shared, and the silence between the both of you was deafening. After yelling over each other for nearly 20 minutes straight, you figured it was stupid to open your mouth again— knowing it’d lead to another screaming match.

Seated on the other couch, you found yourself fidgeting with the bracelet on your wrist. “This isn’t working, we’re going back and forth.” You tell him, tone different from the one you used earlier. He looks at you, shoulders slumping. “Well, if you’d just listen to me, we would be done with this.”

“Jake, you won’t even listen to me.” Tightness is evident in your eyes and voice as you look at him. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “This is so stupid.” He muttered under his breath, and you could barely hear it. But you do.

“Well, I’m sorry if it’s so stupid, maybe, just like you said— if we weren’t trying to scream over each other, this would’ve been done an hour ago.” You tell him, trying to fight your drowsiness.

Jake looks at you when you say that, taking in the tone of your voice. Before he could open his mouth to speak, you rose from your seat on the couch, crossing your arms. “I’m going to bed,” You announce, the words leaving your mouth causing a small trigger of panic in your lover's mind.

“Y/n,” He gets up as well, trying to get you to look at him— not liking where this is going. You look down at your hands, “We both are tired. As much as I want to talk about this…” Your words trail off as you move towards the door frame between the living room and the hallway. “I think we need to cool off before we say anything too crazy.”

You don’t see it, but Jake’s expression falls as soon as those words leave your lips, and he curses to himself as you submerge into the hallway, away from his sight. “Fuck,” He sits back down, running a hand frustratingly through his hair.

After half an hour passed, you stood in front of the mirror, brushing your teeth after finishing your skincare routine. The door to the bathroom opened, and Jake had a pinched mouth as he moved past you, reaching for his toothbrush.

You quickly finished up brushing your teeth, refusing to be in the same room as him any longer— the silence killing you slowly. You refused to show him how vulnerable you are, choosing to avoid his eyes as you put your toothbrush away and trudged out of the bathroom.

As soon as you shut the bathroom door behind you, Jake stared at himself in the mirror. He hated every second of that silent treatment of yours, and he was determined to fix things before it could lead into the next day.

You were lying on your side of the bed, turned away from Jake’s. You feel the bed dip from behind you, and Jake doesn’t spare another second before talking to you. “I don’t want to go to bed. Not like this,” he tells you.

Your lip’s part, but no words leave your mouth.

“What about the rule?” He asks when you don’t give him a response. “What happened to not going to bed angry at one another?” He adds, desperation laced in his voice.

When those words leave his mouth, you can’t help but feel bad. It was a rule you both established, and agreed on— so this time, you take a minute to think of how to respond. But before anything, Jake unknowingly shuts those thoughts down as soon as he mumbles a short ‘good night’.

In defeat, you move carefully, turning to look at him. Only to be met by Jake’s back facing you, just like you had done to him.

Biting your lip, sadness crept into your body as you turned away once more— the tiredness in your body dissipating like it was never there to begin with. Still, you try to fight with your thoughts and attempt to go to sleep.

You looked at your phone for the nth time, watching time pass. It’s been 3 hours, and your restless attempts of going to sleep have gone nowhere. You fought internally with yourself and kept turning, looking towards Jake after you assumed he’d fallen asleep.

Your boyfriend’s back is still facing you, and your emotions get the best of you as tears well in your eyes— threatening to slip out. He fell asleep so easily.

After a couple more minutes, you blink your tears away and decide to text your best friend, knowing she would be up. Hey Ningning, can I come to sleep over?

Receiving a text message of confusion and follow-up of approval, you sit up from your spot— but before you make the move to get up, you look at your boyfriend once more. A frown settles on your face, looking at his ruffled hair pressed against his pillow. As much as you badly wanted to run your hands through it, you shook your head and looked back to your side of the bed, ready to get up.

“What are you doing?” Jake’s voice fills the silence of the room. You had no idea, but during that entire time you were stirring around— he did not get even a blink of sleep. He felt the bed shift whenever you’d turn to look at him, but when he felt the dip from your side rise, he knew you’d gotten up.

“I’m going to Ningning’s apartment.” You mumble, unable to look at him. Jake stills at this and sits up slowly when he processes your words. Your phone is swiped from your hands as quickly as you’d reach to grab it.

Going to bed pissed at one another is already a living hell for Jake, but you being pissed to the point where you feel like you can’t even sleep in the same bed as him? No. He had to do something. Quick.

You finally turn to look at Jake, “Jaeyun, give it back.” Your voice is small but desperate. It’s only then that you realize you can actually see your boyfriend, the moonlight slipping through the window perfectly structuring his facial features. “No.” He shook his head at you, putting your phone on his side.

“No?” You echo what he said, confused. “Not until we talk properly.” He exhales deeply, clearly tired from the past couple of hours.

Silence engulfs your bedroom, and you can’t bring yourself to respond to him anymore, thoughts filling your mind when the words ‘talk’ echo in your head. Talking could mean anything, you thought to yourself.

Jake takes in your silence, and he hates how quiet you’ve gotten. For some weird reason, he found himself wishing you’d just yell at him again, just like the both of you had been hours prior. But he could tell you were thinking again, and this time— you completely shut him out. And he hates that during times like these, he’s unable to read your thoughts like he usually can.

“Baby—”

“Are we breaking up?” You asked, voice shaking slightly. Jake’s facial expression drops almost immediately when those words leave your mouth, “What?” He lets out, tone heavily coated in disbelief.

A gasp leaves your lips, and you’re quick to bring a hand to your mouth when you realize you said that out loud. “Sorry,” you tell him, looking away. For once, you felt like you couldn’t look at your boyfriend. “I didn’t mean to say it out loud.”

“Holy shit.” Is all Jake could say for a couple of seconds, before looking at you like you’ve gone crazy. “Is that what you were thinking?” He asked you, hovering his other hand over arm as a signal to look at him. “That I want to break up?”

Hardly being able to speak correctly, you frown at him as soon as your eyes examine his soft gaze. “I thought…” You started, and his fingers unconsciously began to caress your hands. “I don’t know, it sounds like—”

“We are not breaking up,” He spoke softly when he cut you off, making you lie back in bed with him. You yelp and almost scold him before he continues.

“Yeah, we argued, and yeah, we said mean things to one another, but we are not breaking up.” He’s looking you in the eye, his other hand finding your waist— meaning to pull you closer towards him. “This is something we are working through together, it’s what will bring us closer.”

Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, and you desperately try to fight them— only to fail miserably when Jake smiles sadly at you. “I love you, Y/n. Fights and arguments are normal, and as long as we’re alright by the end of them— before we go to bed— I know I’ll love you even more as the next day comes by.”

You cry into his chest as he buries his face into your neck, almost like magnets as you press into each other’s warmth. “Talk to me, baby.” Jake spoke after a couple of minutes, desperate to hear your voice once more, “Just let me hear you.”

“Jaeyun,” Your voice sounds like a drawl, hardly above a whisper. “Jaeyun, I love you.” Is what leaves your lips, letting your fingers grasp onto Jake’s hoodie. “I hate it when we argue.”

He frowns, pulling back and looking you in the eye. “Me, too.” He spoke softly, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “We always want to be the one who’s right.”

“I don’t even remember what started this argument,” You give him a soft smile, and Jake’s pupils dilate at the sight. “I think it only got worse when I mentioned going to bed…”

Jake hums, “We were in the middle of arguing baby, I didn’t want you going to sleep mad at me.” He moves a strand of your hair behind your ear, staring at you. “I couldn’t even sleep.”

You give him a look of confusion, “But Yun,” You started, and you swear that his eyes brightened up at your usual nickname of endearment for him. “Yeah, baby?” He responds, his voice soft— urging you to continue.

“You were asleep… You stayed in one spot for three hours.” You mumble, head resting comfortably on his bicep, his hand landing on your waist as he tugged you closer.

“Baby, I was awake.” He tells you. “You have no idea how many times I wanted to turn around and take you into my arms.” He heaves a sigh, shaking his head at memory. He feels your body shake slightly, and Jake quirks an eyebrow. “Are you cryi—”

“I can’t believe you stayed still for three whole hours…” You laugh into his neck, your shoulders shaking. Jake lets out a breath of relief, all the tension leaving his body when he realizes you weren’t crying but laughing.

After a couple seconds, he finds himself laughing too, “Yeah, me too.”

You look at him for a couple seconds, and he seems to catch your gaze. “Hi,” He lets out, his voice sounding breathless. A soft smile forms on your lips, “Hi.” You responded in the same energy. “Everything’s okay between us, right?” You ask him, searching for reassurance.

“Because I’m honestly beginning to feel sleepy.” You mumble groggily, throwing an arm around his body.

Jake stares at you for a couple of seconds, before pressing his lips on yours. You’re taken aback for a couple seconds, but quickly melt into the kiss when he pulls you closer.

You two kiss for a while, and Jake pulls away to let you catch your breath. He smiles against your lips, “Yeah, everything’s okay. Everything’s perfect, baby.” He says it twice, to let it sink in your head that it’s okay. That you two will be perfectly fine tomorrow morning. Jake grins, “We can sleep now.” He spoke softly as your eyes fluttered close. “Good night, Y/n. I'll be right here when you wake up in the morning."

“Good night, Yun. See you.”

copyright © eneiyri 2023 a/n: jake brain rot but when am i not

[iloveelvisss]

A Series of Unfortunate Events

When the Queen divorces the King

Pairing: 70s!Elvis x Wife!Reader

Summary: Elvis’ wife of seven years has had enough, and Elvis can’t fathom that.

Warnings/Triggers: Angst, Yelling, Arguing, References to past wrongdoings, Assumed Infidelity? References to manipulation, References to sex & lovemaking, Crying, Tears, Divorce Topics. I think that’s all? Lmk if you spot any I need to add.

If Elvis had any form of self preservation left inside his torn soul, he would’ve walked away five minutes ago, and saved himself the humiliation he was about to face. But no, he needed to be here. Right here. Right now. He needed to get her to understand. Get her to grasp where he was coming from.

He was manic, yes, but rightfully so… right? His lil’ satnin was up and leaving him. His button nose was serving him papers, and she just didn’t seem to be swayed, no matter how many ways he tried to go about it.

“Nellie, baby, please. We gotta talk. We can talk this whole thing out like adults.”

He’s grasping at straws. But what else is there to do? He cannot lose his wife. But when she doesn’t answer and continues through the house like he doesn’t even exist, he can’t take it anymore. “Cornelia Presley! Turn yer ass around and speak to me!”

There she is, he thinks, as she stops dead in her tracks— so abruptly that his chest would’ve ran into her back if he hadn’t been foreseeing this— and balls her dainty little hands into fists. He almost thinks she’s going to stomp her foot and throw a tantrum, but that would be below her and her newfound persona of oh so high and mighty Miss Campbell, wouldn’t it? No, instead, she stays facing away— to spite him most likely— and speaks in an octave he doesn’t recognize coming from her cute little mouth, “Talk about what? There ain’t nothin’ left to talk about as far as M’ concerned.”

Oh he’d do something drastic if he were a different man or raised by a different woman. She can’t just speak to him like this. She’s his wife. Elvis put a ring on that finger to accompany her perfectly manicured nails years ago, so therefore, she shouldn’t be able to talk to him in such a manner. But he knows if he goes through with any of the things he’s thinking, it’ll just drive her further away from him. “Ain’t nothin’ to talk about,” he repeats almost like he’s testing her words out in his own mouth, except his tone is incredulous, “maybe the fact that my wife is tryin’ to leave me?!”

She scoffs, and damnit does he want to reach out and spin her around and teach her a lesson. But no, he’s a civilized type of man— a calm man. Or maybe that’s just the mantra he keeps telling himself inside his head so that he doesn’t act on the raging impulse to take her right this second against the wall.

“Elvis, I ain’t ‘tryin’, M’ leavin’. Simple as that. The divorce will be finalized soon, and then we don’t gotta worry ‘bout it no more. We’ll be done.”

Can she not see the pain she’s putting him through? The frustration taking residence on his face? He’s almost convinced she doesn’t even remember what they used to have. The time when it felt like they were literally connected— maybe by a string or some invisible force. He still feels it. That’s why every step she takes closer to that door, makes him want to throw himself at her feet and wrap his arms around her legs to keep her here. Where she belongs. “Ya can’t mean that, lil’ satnin… c’mon, ya’ve made yer scene. Ya have my attention, s’ time to quit this bullshit.”

She shakes her head, her golden little earrings jangling lightly, “It ain’t like that this time. M’ done, really.”

Why does she insist on bruising his already shattered heart?

She walks on, and Elvis swears he feels his heart shatter even more, the loose pieces scraping at his flesh. He has half the mind to throw her over his shoulder and lock her in their bedroom if it would just get her to stop this nonsense. They made promises to each other— vows— and it seems as though she’s more than content to break them.

Elvis trails after her, through the kitchen, up the stairs to their bedroom. Their marriage bed. His eyes zero in on it, and his mind flashes with all the times they’d made love in that same bed. The time their lovemaking created a person. He wants to pull her onto it and make love like the first time, but he doesn’t. He just weakly stands in the doorway and watches as she packs all her possessions into a little bag. He hiccups from holding back a sob.

“Nellie… satnin please,” He tries again, even though he knows in the back of his mind it won’t do him any good if she’s got her mind set on leaving.

She doesn’t respond— of course she doesn’t respond. And he doesn’t even know he’s moving until he’s suddenly right behind her and his hand is snaking around her waist like it did when they were just starting out. Her movements still, and she almost looks like she’s going to spin around and hit him. But she doesn’t, she just stands immobile inside his embrace, letting him rest his chin on her shoulder and stare into her eyes through the mirror atop the dresser. “C’mon, baby girl, I love ya… ya know that,” His hand slowly begins to rub circles on her tummy, and he feels that telltale sign that she likes it when she shivers.

“Come back to me… we can fix this. We can find ourselves, ya know that too, darlin’.”

She closes her eyes, and if the situation were any different, he’d be completely confident it’s because she’s basking in having him like this— having his full attention. That’s all she’s ever wanted, his love, and he never gave into her all the way. But he would now. He’d give up his career— his music— just to keep her and show her that he loves her.

He reaches up and wipes the singular tear from her face and gently kisses the side of her neck.

It almost seems like old times— happier times. If the wrenching feeling of pain and heartbreak wasn’t permeating from both of their very bodies. But she lets it happen. For a moment.

For a moment, Cornelia Campbell is Cornelia Presley again. For a moment, she lets her husband hold her and make all her pain fade to the furthest shelf in her mind. For a moment she doesn’t feel so alone and broken. For a moment everything feels right. For a moment…

Until the series of unfortunate events that brought them to this point comes hurtling to the forefront of her mind like a screetching car. And that final piece of her heart that somehow hadn’t fallen finally makes its way to the other pieces that are shattered and broken. She’d given too much of herself to this marriage. Too much of her heart and soul. And she’d gotten nothing in return except for her gorgeous baby daughter. She was tired. Exhausted and torn, all the turmoil of the last seven years weighing too harshly for her to even fathom staying.

So with an effort that takes all her willpower, she peels herself away from him and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. She doesn’t even look up as she whispers almost inaudibly, “I can’t.”

And she leaves Elvis to stare after her as she takes his heart in her hands and leaves, slamming the door behind her.

There’s a momentary sense of calm— serenity even as the house settles and Elvis is left alone in his cold bedroom. And he stands there, his eyes stuck on the doorway, waiting for her to come back through it and tell him it was all just a bad dream. But she never comes, and then he’s left with the terrible realization that his home is really, truly silent for the first time ever. And so as he slowly sinks down to the soft carpet, he doesn’t even try to be quiet in his grief. He screams, and his tears stream out of his eyes onto the floor, making the carpet wet.

He is alone. He is alone and he only has his actions to blame for it. His lil’ satnin left him and took their baby with her along with his soul.

Heyyy, so I’m sorry for making something so depressing on here, but it was an idea and I had to role with it before I lost all motivation to write it. So here you go! Hope you enjoy <3 (Also, most important question from me to you, would you possibly like a part 2?? Cause I’ll most definitely write one, if that’s something any of you lovies want!)

Tags: @queenstarlight @jhoneybees (lmk if ya wanna be added!)

[rawbin-hsr]

Hi! Could i request Feixiao, Boothill, and Argenti with a s/o who has panic disorder (or panic attacks in general). Just generally how they react and such :)

@dragon-anon

A/N: Surprisingly I found this a little difficult IUESJhief I have a lot of experience with. having anxiety when I was younger. I think I was even diagnosed with it at some point ? Which is weird because I’m not diagnosed any longer and I no longer really get anxiety attacks so idk what the fuck that was erm. Anyways that’s beside the point. I really struggled to make Feixiao and Argenti different because I think they would handle it similarly (hence why Argenti’s part ended up so much shorter than the other two, cause I didn’t want to just. Repeat Feixiao’s whole part.) and I’m a little worried Boothill is ooc because I haven’t done the new quest and it seems like it showed a lot of his backstory so forgive me if I’m not up to date on that. Sorry about rambling I’ll get on with it now help

Reader has an anxiety disorder

Characters: Feixiao, Boothill, Argenti

Cw: anxiety/panic attacks (descriptions kept brief, not very detailed), slight mention of self-harm inflicting behaviours in Argenti's part (only reader unintentionally scratching themself, not necessarily done out of a desire to harm oneself).

Lmk if there's anything else I should add !

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╭──────────.★..─╮ Feixiao ╰─..★.──────────╯

Oh she’s great 

Amazing at picking up your signals, amazing at assessing what course of action would help you most, amazing at following through with it

She can tell what sets you off, even without you telling her, and she has a lot of firsthand experience with handling other people’s anxiety (both from more intimate relationships and from soldiers she doesn’t exactly know on any personal level). It’s not hard for her to figure out what calms you down most quickly. 

Your episodes have never been shorter than they are with her around 🙏🙏

I’m not sure exactly how I imagine her handling it, because I think it switches a lot depending on what she knows about you. If she knows you find physical touch comforting, she’ll hold you and gently talk you down. If you’re the type who doesn’t need much reassurance, she’ll firmly remind you of where you are, that she’s with you, that you’re safe, etc, etc. She’ll find whatever solution works best for you. 

Apart from being great with damage control if you do have a panic attack, she’s also pretty good at preventing them from happening in the first place. 

If she recognises you’re stepping into an environment you’re likely to have an attack in, she’ll either steer you out of it if she can or she’ll make sure you’re in there for as little time as possible. Like, for example, if you’re bad with large crowds, she’ll usually just find a less packed road to take around the mass of people.

Obviously it’s unavoidable sometimes, and she won’t always be able to adhere to you completely because she does have a very important job that she can’t really put on hold for your sake, but like I said, she’s great at handling it then too. 

If something needs to be done but you can’t do it, she’ll do it for you (after gently trying to encourage you to face your fears and do it yourself — but she does quickly relent if she notices you really, really don’t want to)

10/10 would recommend she’s amazing

╭──────────.★..─╮ Boothill ╰─..★.──────────╯

I feel like Boothill would be absolutely dogwater at preventing any anxiety attacks from happening, but he’d be great at stopping them once they do happen

Like obviously he won’t trigger you on purpose but he won’t tiptoe around the things that put you off either. Both because he doesn’t usually have much choice in the matter considering his line of work, and because he believes in exposure therapy. And because he maybe sort of kind of forgets. 😭

But he’d be great while you’re in the middle of an anxiety attack ! So that counts for something !!!!

He always manages to snap you out of it pretty quickly. Takes you out of the situation once he recognises the signs that the attack is coming, then gets you present in the current moment again. How ? That’s very simple. He confuses the fuck out of you

You know that tip about making someone having an anxiety attack bite into a lemon ? Yeah

(If you haven’t heard about it: a way to snap someone out of a panic/anxiety attack can be to make them lick a really sour lemon without any warning. The sensory input is really overwhelming and the person having the episode might be so shocked by it they kind of just snap out of it because who the fuck makes you taste a lemon when you’re at your lowest like that ???)

You’re curled up in a ball, hyperventilating because there are too many people, too many sounds, too many what-have-you ? Not anymore, now you’re too busy being confused and lowkey angry at him for shoving an ice cube down your throat. Like wtf are you doing my guy

Usually his little stunts do the trick to get you out of that headspace, and then he can just verbally talk you down so you’re nice and calm again. Will let you cool off while he solves whatever issue it was that led to your anxiety attack. Don’t worry about it anymore, he’s got this. 

If he can’t confuse you out of it, though, he’ll just do whatever you’ve instructed him to do while lucid. If it’s hugging you and talking gently until you’re calm, he can do that. If it’s to just take you into a quiet space and let you ride it out, no problem. If it’s to just continue on and let you just stand next to him, sure. 

Only thing he won’t do is to avoid your triggers altogether. He can give you a heads-up when possible, he can let you sit it out if you really need to, but he won’t (in his words) “baby you”. In his opinion, you’ll never get over it if you just avoid it forever. 

He says it in a kind of harsh way, but there’s genuine care in his tone and his expression, so you know he doesn’t mean it like that. 

All in all I think Boothill is really great if you’re the resilient type and you have the kind of anxiety that can actually get better through treatment, but if you’re sensitive and need someone who actively helps you avoid your triggers I definitely wouldn’t recommend him 😭

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Obviously amazing at handling it is there anything he’s not good at ? 🙄 (/j)

He immediately becomes very serious when he realises your control is slipping, falls silent and looks at you worriedly. He recognises surprisingly quickly what’s happening, and steps into your field of view and crouches down, makes sure you can see his face. Takes both of your hands in his, wishes he didn’t have armour so he could let you feel his heartbeat.

He calmly talks you out of it. He sounds so sure of everything he does, to a point where you’ll question afterwards if he has firsthand experience with this. 

(He does. He used to experience a lot of anxiety and panic attacks as a child, it is only natural when you grow up surrounded by war; you’d never guess just looking at him now, though.)

He’ll obviously switch how he handles your panic attacks if you ask him to, but his default is to hold your hands (both to prevent you from accidentally scratching yourself, and to remind you he’s there) and to softly reassure you

I think he becomes sort of hyper aware of what triggers you, and does as much as he can to avoid it. Lowkey starts to baby you a little, but just a little, and even if it’s annoying it’s done with love, done out of a desire for you to be happy. It does put him in some tough spots though, considering it means he sometimes tells you to sit an adventure out, but the plan was for it to have the both of you and it’s harder to handle a lot of things alone 😭

Overall super good though I love him <3

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[hannahhook7744]

Charmingly Alarming!

Summary: Chloe doesn't need Chad to do the right thing—to do the heroic thing—right now.

No, she just needs her big brother to tell her everything's going to be okay and just needs him to fix this.

(Or Chloe calls Chad in the middle of the night in a panic).

Trigger Warnings: Murder, disposing of a body, panic attacks, dangerous driving, crime, self-hatred, violence towards minors, attempted kidnapping, dubious intentions, etc.  LMK if I should add to the list. Alternate Title Ideas:

1. "I'm sorry that I did this, The blood is on my hands.." 2. "And if we hit on troubled water, I'll be the one to keep you warm and safe." 3. "Just close your eyes." 4. "One call away." 5. "Sit shotgun, I'm driving. I'll be your protector." 6. "For you, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do." 7. "Cry, little sister! (Thou shalt not fall). Come, come to your brother! (Thou shalt not die)!"

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Chad groaned, spending longer than he'd ever like to admit reaching and palming at his light blue nightstand in the dark before he finally managed to grab his ringing phone. 

Gil rolled over beside him, squinting in his half asleep state—his isle instincts likely screaming at him to do something even after six years of being off the isle—as he blindly pulled out his cutlass from where it'd been hidden under his pillow. 

(Chad had been trying to break him out of that habit. But well, who was he to tell his husband that he couldn't do something that made both of them feel safer at night?).

“What'sgoin'on?” 

“It's just my phone, Gil. You can go back to sleep.” The prince felt bad for waking the pirate. Gods knew that if Chad needed the rest, that Gil needed it three times as much. 

(It wasn't easy being responsible for two younger siblings while ducking an abusive dad and a money hungry, greedy stepmother who couldn't actually care less about her children. 

That wasn't even getting into the fact that the taller blonde had a half-blind cat to care for and other responsibilities to deal with regarding the Lost Revenge Crew (that Chad could never even hope to fully wrap his head around) and the weightlifting club he'd started back when they were teenagers on the isle. 

All of that was much more taxing than being a trophy husband and racecar driver that had to avoid old school mates who hated him and vulturous reporters who didn't know the first thing about personal space. Which was admittedly his own fault for being a major douche-canoe as a teenager). 

“You sur’?” 

Chad was more than sure. He could deal with whoever was calling him and whatever they needed by himself—he wasn't helpless. His disastrous first year at college made sure he'd never be that helpless again. “Yeah, I'm sure. I got this.”

Patchy the pirate kitty, as Gil so fondly called him, decided that now was the perfect time to join them for bed. Hopping onto Gil’s chest and silencing any protests the other blonde might have had. “I'll be right back.”

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Chad answers quickly, all things considered, in the grand scheme of things—but not nearly as quickly as Chloe would have liked. 

“Chloe?” Her big brother sounds tired. No, tired doesn’t quite fit how he sounds. Exhausted maybe. Bone-tired? Was that a thing? If it was, that was how the older Charming sounded. He sounded like he hadn’t slept well. Like he hadn’t slept well in days. 

Chloe had been tired too before—before. 

Now she was more awake than she had ever been in her whole sixteen years of life as she tried to focus on her phone and the words she needed to get out instead of what was on her hands and clothes, and the ground. “I messed up.”

“What?”

Chloe swallowed, eyes watering. Her throat felt dry. Drier than the beach on a hot day. No, drier than a desert on the hottest day of the year. “I messed up. I messed up, bad. I didn’t mean too! I didn’t—I just—he–I… Mom and dad are going to be so disappointed—”

“Chlo.” Chad’s voice sounded odd. Like it was out of focus. Did her phone speaker get broken in the scuffle? 

“Chlo. Stop.”

Stop what? She wasn’t doing anything. At least she didn’t think she was doing anything. Was she talking out loud?

“CHLOE—” The brunette flinched. “—I need you to stop thinking about whatever it is you did and breathe with me, okay?”

Chloe said nothing. She couldn’t think of anything to say. But it seemed Chad wasn’t going to take silence for an answer. “Okay?”

She sniffled. “O-okay.”

“So you can hear me. That’s good. Just copy me, sis, alright?” Chad took a deep breath after getting her to confirm that she would copy him and she followed his lead. “Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. And out—”

Soon (but not soon enough) Chloe could breathe again. Could hear right again. That, unfortunately, meant that the princess was fully aware of the situation she was in again. 

“Okay, now that you’re calm again, I need you to tell me what happened.” Chad sounded worried. Scared, even. But what scared Chloe most was the seriousness in his voice—because her big brother was never serious. But he was now and all of the previous tiredness that was in his tone was gone. 

That was when the guilt hit her. 

Chloe shouldn’t have called Chad. 

He didn’t need to be involved in this. 

This was Chloe’s mistake. Her mess up. Her problem to solve and no one else’s—it couldn’t be anyone else’s problem. Not after what she’d done. 

Her life was over. Done for. She couldn’t undo what she’d just done. When the royal guard found out she’d be going to prison and then all of Auradon would know—and her family’s lives would be just as ruined. The blood was on her hands, the body at her feet and—what had she done?

“This was a mistake. I-I shouldn’t have called. You have a match tomorrow. Just forget I called—” She tried to backtrack. But Chad wasn’t having it. 

“Damn the match. Tell me what happened. You wouldn’t have called me at one o’clock in the morning over something that wasn’t important. You wouldn’t be having a panic attack at one o’clock in the morning over something that wasn’t important: what happened?”

“Chad just forget it. I’m going to go and you can just go back to—”

“Chloe Constantina Charming don’t you dare hang up on me.” Chad had never sounded so stern before. It was eerie. Like something taken right out of the Twilight Zone. “I am not going to do anything but find you and help you fix whatever you did that you think is so terrible that mom and dad will be disappointed in you. Now tell me, what happened? What did you do? Get caught stealing? Cheat on your homework? Did you get in a fight—”

Chloe wanted to cry. 

She wished it had been that simple.

She wished she had never snuck out to go visit Red in the first place. 

None of this would have ever happened if she hadn’t. 

“Chad I think—oh gods, I think I killed someone, Chad.”

The princess refused to look down at the body to check: she didn’t want to know. Didn’t want to see any more of the mess she’d seen that she already had. She was sure she’d never be able to erase the sight of the man’s caved in skull out of her head. She’d fucked up big time.

This was almost as bad as the mess she’d caused when she and Red were time traveling—maybe even worse, come to think of it. 

Chad swore a swear that Chloe didn’t even know he’d known before inhaling sharply. “Where are you?”

“Belle’s harbor.” Chloe felt like she was going to cry. Again. 

“I’ll be there in thirty minutes. Stay put.”

“But Belle’s harbor is an hour away from Auradon Ci—”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll be there in thirty minutes. Hide and then stay put. Don’t let anyone see you but me, got it?”

“Chad, you shouldn’t–”

“Chloe, I’m your brother. I’m going to get you out of this mess. So please, for once your life: listen to me.”

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His mother could never find out how fast Chad had been driving tonight. 

She absolutely couldn't. 

He was sure she'd have a heart attack if she ever found out how fast he was driving on a public or semi-public (if you could consider the back roads almost no one used public) road. That or scold him for being reckless. Probably both. 

But that didn't matter right now. 

Nothing mattered right now but Chloe, how scared she was, and the body he needed to get rid of for her. Because they were getting rid of the body. 

They weren't calling the royal guard. That was the absolute last thing they were going to do, even if Chloe was still going to insist that they had to call them. Because it was the right thing to do. The responsible, heroic, righteous thing to do. The type of thing they'd been taught to do their whole lives—the type of thing their parents would expect them to do. 

But they couldn't do that.

Chad wasn't going to let Chloe do that. 

Because all that talk about responsibility and owning up for your actions? It was total bullshit. 

Complete and utter, total bullshit. 

Owning up and taking responsibility wasn't going to get Chloe a lesser punishment. It wasn't going to exsolve of the blood on her hands or prevent the way people were going to look at her if any one found out about this. 

Chad and Audrey still got looks for the Queen of Mean incident six years ago and neither of them had killed anyone. 

They couldn't tell the truth. 

Chloe couldn't take responsibility. Not for this. 

Ben wouldn't go easy on her for this. The council wouldn't let him. Auradon wouldn't let him. No one would. No one would care that Chloe was just a kid who'd never intentionally hurt anyone. They wouldn't care that it was self-dense or an accident or that she didn't mean it. 

There was a body and blood on his little sister's hands. 

And if he didn't get to Chloe and help her, her life would be ruined. 

Chad couldn't let that happen.

He couldn't let Chloe do the right thing. The heroic thing. The thing she would so desperately want to do. Just like how he couldn't drive at a normal speed right now. 

Chloe needed him.

Chloe could have called anyone. But she called him. 

Not their mom, not their dad. Not Aunt Fay, Jane, or any of their Tremaine cousins. Not her friends or the Badun Detective Agency, her mentors. Him. 

Chloe needed him. Had called him. And by the gods, Chad wasn't going to let her down. He was coming for her and nothing was going to stop him. He couldn't afford to slow down, get pulled over, stop, or panic. 

There was a body. 

And Chloe needed Chad to do something. 

Anything. 

Anything but what she wanted to do right now. Because Chloe doesn't need Chad to do the right thing—to do the heroic thing—right now. No, she just needs her big brother to tell her everything's going to be okay and just needs him to fix this. 

Consequences be damned. 

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Belle’s Harbor is past the royal marina filled with all manner of boats; cabin cruisers, catamarans, fishing trawlers, a hydroplane, the royal yacht that had seen many parties, and a black speedboat dubbed Beast's Fury that Beast's pride and joy. 

Right next to Belle's harbor was a small, isolated beach that was a wonderful place to take your date if you wanted a little peace and privacy. 

It was also an hour away from Auradon City, where Gil and Chad lived in a nice cabin just outside of the city. 

It was an hour and thirty away from Auradon Prep. 

Four hours away from home. 

Thirty minutes away from Wonderland.

Chad had a boat there. 

Their mom and dad had gotten it for him for his nineteenth birthday. 

Belle's Harbor was dark at night. The water appearing almost ink black and the sky matching it—it was devoid of stars tonight. The air was chilly, biting even. 

Auradon City was an hour away. 

Chad had promised to be there in thirty. 

He made it in twenty five. 

Chloe didn't even want to think of all the traffic laws her brother must have broken to have gotten there so fast. She didn't want to think about the fact that she was covered in blood—hers and her victim’s—or how it would certainly stick to and ruin the nice white leather seats in Chad's fastest and nicest car that he had driven here. 

Chloe didn't want to think about anything.

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Prince Chadwick Maximilian Hardup Richard Marcus Charming of Cinderellasburg was a lot of things. 

A psychology major. 

A racecar driver. 

A prince. 

A pirate's trophy husband.

A mama’s boy. 

And an absolute fuck up when he was a teenager. Someone that many people would still laugh and call ‘the worst’ even years later when Chad was a new man. 

But if there was one title Chad had taken seriously the moment it had been bestowed upon him, it was the title of big brother. 

He'd been eight when Chloe was born. Eight years old and terrified that now his parents had a real child, one that was their blood, they wouldn't want him anymore. He'd been eight when his grandfather and grandmother had lead him into the room was his mother was and he'd been eight when his father had lifted him onto the bed so that he could get a better look at his little sister. 

Chad had been eight when he'd held Chloe. When his parents had called him her big brother and told him how sure they were of the fact he'd be a good one. 

It was the only area in his life in which he hadn't messed up since. The only area in his life in which he hadn't made his parents disappointed. He could be called many things but a bad brother wasn't one of them. 

Chad loved Chloe with all his heart. 

Loved her more than he had ever loved himself or anyone else. 

And he wasn't going to let anything or anyone ruin her life. 

Chad had known he wouldn't the moment the words “I think I killed someone—” had left her mouth. 

He'd known what he had to do. 

See, what a lot of people didn't know about Chad—what only a select few like Audrey and Gil knew—is that Chad loved true crime and detective shows. Had practically grown up on them. From the very moment he'd first seen them, he had loved them. 

Had learned from them. 

Had taken notes on how to get away with crime. 

And it had served him well. 

No one had ever been able to find proof of him stealing the opposing team’s mascot costume. 

No one had been able to find proof of him cheating in school before the School Of Secrets web series got out. 

And no one but Carlos and Jay had ever caught him breaking and entering or stealing. 

It wasn't something that Chad was proud of nowadays: but right now, he couldn't help but be thankful for all the practice his stupid, stupid, stupid selfish teenage self had gotten in for him. Only the gods knew just how helpful that practice and information was likely about to be. 

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While Chloe changed into the clean clothes he’d grabbed for her from the guest room in the beach changing booth, Chad wrapped the body up in the picnic blanket he kept in the trunk (while wearing gloves) and put it in the hidden compartment in the trunk.

Then he went back and poured some water onto the area where the body had been laying until all traces of the blood were gone. Kicking the sand around until it was no longer noticeable.

Making sure to leave no evidence and/or footprints behind as he headed back to the car. Dodging cameras, keeping an eye out for any witnesses, and keeping his head down and hood up so no one could see his face.

Chad couldn’t let anyone see him. 

Couldn’t let anyone see Chloe. 

No one could see. No one could know. 

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Chloe had snuck out of Jane and Carlos’ house to go visit Red in Wonderland where she was visiting family. 

She hadn’t heard from her and was worried that her mother had somehow tracked her down. She hadn’t. Red had just been busy. 

But Chloe hadn’t known that: she’d been worried. The Queen of Hearts was scary and had done horrible things (Chloe didn’t tell Chad what she had done. Never told him about the other two timelines or the time travel or how he’d been gone from her life in her original time. She didn’t tell him about how he’d turned evil in the second one or how she had manipulated him into staying in this one. She couldn’t. She wanted to but she couldn’t. It’d break his heart). So she’d visited and had stayed for a little while before seeing how late it was and deciding to walk back to her sorta-cousin’s house. 

But Chloe didn’t make it back to Jane’s. 

She didn’t make it back to Auradon City.

Instead she had just made it to Belle’s Harbor when she’d been attacked. 

Attacked by a man who wanted her purse and all her money.

A man who wanted to kidnap her once he saw her glass sneakers and realized who she was. 

The man had grabbed her by the hair and yanked on her arm so hard it hurt—hard enough to bruise. Almost hard enough to break her wrist. 

Chloe had fought back like her mother, father, and Chad had taught her to. Kicking and biting and scratching and hitting and—he’d slammed her into the ground. Slammed her head into the cold hard ground and hissed at her to be quiet, to shut up, to stop resisting and just come with him and he wouldn’t hurt her.  

But Chloe wasn’t as naive as people thought she was. She knew the man was lying. Just knew that something horrible was going to happen if she went along with the man: she knew it. She heard stories about stuff that happened before the isle, stuff that happened on the isle—she’d heard all the horror stories and she was scared.

Chloe didn’t know what happened next. 

That’s what she told Chad at least. And he didn’t doubt for a second she was telling the truth. 

He could see it in her eyes. The horror, the regret. He saw it in how checked out his little sister was and in how she carried herself. 

One minute a man older than Chad was trying to kidnap her and the next she was holding a bloody rock, standing over a dead bloody and covered in blood that wasn’t her own. Then she called Chad because she was even more scared now and didn’t know what to do. 

Chad was glad the brunette had called him.

Even if he’d wished he had taken Gil up on his offer for help now. 

He was glad she had called him and trusted him with this. 

And now all that was left was to get her home and to deal with the body, and the aftermath. 

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It was 2:30 in the morning when Chad and Chloe got home. 

2:50 when Chloe finished the hot chocolate Chad had made her and 2:51 when she took the sleeping pills her brother gave her. 

Her head hit the soft comfy pillows in Chad and Gil’s guest room at 2:55 and it was 2:57 when the blonde handed her the first ever teddy bear their parents had bought him before he tucked her in. 

It was 3:00 when Chad sent Jane a text telling her he had caught Chloe sneaking back from Red’s house and had taken her back to his house because it was closer, and that she was fine and safe. 

It was 3:15 when Chad got back into his car and drove to the isle. 

3:50 when he dumped the body into the area where he knew the Lost Revenge Crew’s favorite hostage-eating sharks ‘Bartholomew’, ‘Fang’, ‘Bully’, ‘Crusher’, and ‘Meathead’ lived. It was 4:30 when the remainder of the body parts stopped floating back to the top and it was 5:00 when Chad walked back through the door of his and Gil’s cabin with the bag of evidence in his still gloved hands. 

It was 7:00 when the rest of the evidence burned to ashes, including the clothes Chad and Chloe had been wearing.

Gil made breakfast at 7:30 and at 7:35 the table was set. At 7:45 Chad managed to get Gabriel, Gemma, Chloe, and Patchy to the kitchen and to the table.

The dishes were done at 8:00.

Gil took Gemma and Gabriel out to go visit the twins.

Chad gave Chloe the rundown on her alibi, what would happen if she told anyone who didn’t understand what had really happened, and told her that she didn’t deserve to have her life ruined for defending herself. He told her that he would handle the situation and that everything would be alright if she just trusted him. 

After that he set her up in front of the tv and inspected the car and the trunk. Cleaning and scrubbing it out just in case there was even just a lick of evidence still in there— then he changed the tires. Planning to burn and dispose of them later.

He went to bed at noon after spending most of the day cleaning his car, getting rid of evidence, and tending to Chloe. 

He woke up at 8:00 PM to Chloe and Gil’s siblings in bed, and his favorite dinner. 

Gil knew something had happened. 

He didn’t need Chad to tell him that something had. He knew Chloe and Chad well enough to know that something was wrong. 

Chad wouldn’t admit it but he cried. 

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A week later Chad’s car was gone.

He didn’t know what the Lost Revenge Crew had done with it. He didn’t want to know. Didn’t need to. 

All he needed to know was that the car he had picked Chloe up in and transported the body in was gone and no one would ever find it or know. 

Chloe’s secret was safe.

No one would know. 

And more importantly, no one would believe it. 

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The man’s face was on the news. 

Chad didn’t recognize the name but he’d never forget the face.

The man had been reported as missing. Two weeks late. 

No one reported seeing Chad’s car or seeing Chloe and the man fighting. 

The man’s face was on the news and he’d been reported missing two weeks after the fact, and Chloe was safe.

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Chad knew no one would ever suspect Chloe of murder. 

He knew that people would have no problem accusing him of murder or believing that he was capable of it, even if everyone knew blood made him squeamish (his tourney and R.O.A.R teammates and anyone would have ever been his friend could attest to that). 

But Chad also knew one crucial fact. 

People thought Chad wasn’t smart enough to do anything himself. 

He hadn’t done his homework for six years, after all. 

He was nothing but a pretty face and a good athlete. Ask anyone and they’d tell you that. 

Prince Chadwick Maximilian Hardup Richard Marcus Charming of Cinderellasburg was a brainless, cowardly, pretty faced athlete who was ‘the worst’ and he was a helpless, greedy, selfish manchild who didn’t care about anyone but himself.

No one would believe that he had helped his little sister hide a body at one o’clock in the morning without getting anything in return. No one would believe he was smart enough to thoroughly destroy evidence without leaving a trace or that he had a strong enough stomach to feed a corpse to a pack of sharks. Not a soul would believe that he had enough foresight to bring Chloe clothes to change into or that he had scrubbed his car clean and disposed of the tires. 

Chad knew what people thought of him. 

Knew how people viewed him and despite popular belief, he was smart enough to use it to his advantage if needed—and he’d gladly do so to protect his little sister. 

He would always be there for Chloe if she needed him. 

He may have been ‘the worst’ but for her Chad would always be the best him he could be. 

He was her big brother, after all.

And what were big brothers there for if not to help hide a body?

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Inspiration: Part 1 and Part 2.

[carlzy-berryz]

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[golbrocklovely]

the chosen daughter // colby brock - chapter twenty-three

A/N: it took me a whole year to write this next chapter, and i am so sorry about that. i can't make any promises as to when the next chapter will come out, but i promise i'm seeing this story thru. mark my words on that. hopefully this long ass chapter makes up for the long ass wait lol lmk what you think and i'll see you guys much sooner than a year !!

story description

trigger warning: angst, cursing, mentions of abuse, SMUT, cliffhanger (wow i'm the worse for this lol)

word count: 7320

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It was hard to get to sleep after the conversation Tara and I had. I slept on and off all night, never feeling fully rested. I finally woke up mid-afternoon, the sun pouring through the cracks of the almost covered window.

Even though Tara assured me that I wouldn't die, I couldn't help but feel deep within me that that wasn't going to be the case. The idea alone shook me to my core, draining all the energy out of me.

I spent most of the day in Colby's room, lying in bed. Unmoving. I could hear everyone outside coming in and out of the apartment. Colby would occasionally poke his head in, seeing if I was alright. I would just close my eyes, pretending I was asleep. I had no energy to talk about what was going through my mind. Hours passed and it wasn't until I looked at my phone and saw the time that I realized I needed to get ready for work soon. I groaned, getting out of bed, and leaving his room. I slowly trudged to the bathroom.

"You okay, baby?" Colby called from the living room.

I hummed out a response, hoping he heard me. I finished, washed my hands, and left the bathroom. I sighed deeply as I walked towards the kitchen, figuring I should make something to eat before getting ready.

"Jade..." I turned towards Colby, his arms lightly reaching out and his hands grazing my wrists.

"What?" I whispered; my voice unable to speak louder.

Colby cupped my face, making my look into his eyes. "Babe, you look... so tired. Are you okay?"

The softness in his voice and touch made my heart ache. My body felt so heavy, my mind going both a million miles a minute and quiet all at once. I slid my arms around Colby, almost collapsing against him. Tears welled up in my eyes, my vision blurring. Colby rubbed my back, soothing me as I cried into his chest.

"I-I just...." I stuttered, blubbering.

"What, Jade? What is it?" He cooed.

"Every time things feel like they are calming down, they just get worse. Nothing seems to be going right for me, for us. I-I don't know how much more I can take." I shook, my cheeks soaked with tears.

"Try to calm down, Jade. It's gonna be okay." He assured me.

"But how do you know that? I mean, every time I try to catch a break, everything blows up in my face." I pulled back, looking up at him. "I try to take off work to relax, a 500-year-old vampire comes into town and toys with me. And then his brother decides he wants to fuck around with me too. And not only me, but you! Ronnie is constantly getting on my case, and then Mike tries to kill me. And yesterday every vampire I came into contact with was acting weird, only for me to find out that I apparently smell better without my necklace on. And that just adds a whole 'nother layer to all of this."

I finally tried catching my breath, no longer sad - but infuriated. "Am I cursed? That's what it feels like."

Colby shook his head. "I don't think you are. I think you are one person going through a lot in a short period of time that needs a real, serious break. And after what Tara said to you last night, I can only imagine what's going on inside your head."

I scrunched up my face. "How do you know what Tara said?"

"I may have... listened in on your conversation." He blinked.

"Colby." I whined, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"What? You're lucky I haven't locked you up inside my bedroom forever until all this blows over," he joked. "Besides, I don't want to be kept in the dark."

"I would have told you eventually." I argued, somewhat telling the truth.

"Are you sure about that? Because I have a sneaking suspicion that wouldn't happen given the information Tara shared with you about Kat and Xiomara." He lowered his voice, getting close to me.

"Don't tell the rest of the group. Kat begged me not-" I started, placing my hands on his chest.

Colby cut me off, cupping my hands into his. "I don't plan on it. I know there are a lot of vampires out there that would kill Kat for even being a witch, let alone being related to Xiomara. Besides I owe her. She did try to save me."

I exhaled, lowering my head. "I wish I could go somewhere, get away from all of this."

"Even out of the city would be better than this. Especially this dump." He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in.

"It's not too bad here. It's everything outside that's bad." I mumbled.

Colby held me in his arms tightly, rubbing my back soothingly. I breathed in his scent, warm and comforting. I knew I was safe in his arms. All I wanted was to freeze time and stay like this forever.

"You should call out." He stated plainly.

I huffed. "I don't know if I can. Roger would be really pissed-"

Colby scoffed. "Fuck Roger. Call out. Worse case he fires you."

"Some of us need to have a job that isn't hidden in the shadows or the apartment of a nightclub, Colby." I sassed.

"You can always work here if need be. God knows Kevin needs the extra hands when he can." Colby mentioned.

I paused, realizing he was right, "...That's true, I guess."

His face lightened. "So call out."

"Okay. I won't call though. I don't feel like talking. I'll just text Roger." I grabbed my phone out of my pocket.

"Sounds like a plan," he smiled, leaving the kitchen. "I have to step out for a minute and make a call. I'll be right back."

Colby walked out the apartment door, pulling out his phone as he closed it. I texted Roger that I wasn't coming in. I turned my phone on silent mode, not wanting to hear from him or Ronnie about me not showing up tonight.

I don't know why I was concerned about a job that barely paid me enough to live. With all the shit going on in my life right now, they're lucky I even show up at all.

Colby came back in a moment later, grinning. "Jade, go pack a bag."

"What? Why?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I want to take you somewhere, and we might be there for a bit." He explained, rubbing my arms sweetly.

"Well, where is 'there'?" I questioned.

"I can't tell you. That will ruin the surprise." Colby turned me towards the bedroom, slapping my ass lightly, "Now, go pack."

I didn't have too many clothes to pack in the first place, so it only took me a couple minutes to get ready. I changed into nicer clothes and walked out of Colby's room. He went in his room, grabbing a few things together, and was ready within a minute.

Vampire speed... must be nice.

Colby grabbed my hand, walking me out of the club's back entrance. He waved at Kevin, who gave him a casual salute as we passed. As we got outside, he pulled me to the garage across the street that was owned by the club.

"What are we doing over here?" I asked.

"Well, we gotta drive to get to our destination so I figured we could use my car." Colby replied, pulling out his keys and unalarming a car in the back corner of the garage. I followed him towards a car wrapped in a tarp.

"Is it a nice one?" I quired.

"Um," he shrugged. "I think it is."

Colby pulled the tarp off of his car, and underneath was an older model Toyota Corolla. It was a muted red color, and the interior was a beige nude color.

I stared over the top of the car at him. "This is the car you drive?"

"I don't really drive all that often anymore. But when I do... I ride in style." He opened his arms wide, gesturing to the car with a playful smile.

"Does Kevin not pay you enough to afford a nicer car? Hell, even a newer one?" I glanced over the car, biting my lip.

"Hey now, don't make fun of the honeywagon. She's gotten me very far in life, thank you very much." He rebutted jokingly.

"The honey-what?" I deadpanned.

"You heard me." Colby smirked, his dimples appearing for a brief moment. "Now, are you gonna keep making fun of my car, or are you going to get in?"

I rolled my eyes, opening the passenger door. I slid in, adjusting my seat a bit, and dropped my bag into the back seat. Colby got in, putting his bag in the back as well, and started the car immediately.

"I'm surprise she starts." I jeered lightly.

Colby rubbed the steering wheel, "Just because she's from 2007 does not mean she doesn't run like a champ."

"2007? Wow, that's... a long time ago." I snickered.

"Hey, when I bought this car in 2009, it was pretty new then." He responded.

My eyes widened. "You bought this car back in 2009?"

Colby backed the car up and out of the garage, starting us on our journey. "Yeah. When I turned 18, I found out that my mom left me a good amount of money. It wasn't enough for me to get my own place, but it was enough to pay for this car. I pretty much spent all of her money on this."

My stomach dropped, my previous words hitting me. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made fun-"

"It's okay Jade," he chuckled at my expression. "You ain't the first to rag on the honeywagon. Mike has given me shit over it for years. But, like I always tell him, it's sentimental."

I paused before continuing, knowing this was a touchy subject. "What happened to your mom? ...If you don't mind me asking."

Colby swallowed, his eyes remaining on the road. "My mom died of a heart attack when I was 10, and my dad had died back when I was a toddler, so I never really knew him. So, I didn't really have any other family around... besides Aunt Susan. She was also legally my godmother, so she was obligated to take me in. She got the house and everything else my mom left, even though most of it was left for me."

I lowered my voice, "The vision I saw of her and you. She grabbed you by your throat so aggressively. How often was she... like that?"

"The one moment you did see was basically how every day went. She always treated me like I was a burden, even back when I was a kid. She constantly belittled me, told me I wasn't good enough, and compared me to my mother in the worse way. It made me sick living there. And I had plans to move out as soon as I turned 18, but things never lined up well enough for me." He laughed bitterly, "And of course she wanted to kick me out the moment I was an adult, but she couldn't afford to live in the house without my extra income so once I finished high school, I moved to the basement and basically turned it into a little apartment. I never saw her unless I had to and all I did was go to work and come home. And that was my life for a long time."

"Did you have friends?" I inquired.

"I mean, I had a couple, but none that were actually close. Plus, once vampires came out to the public, a lot of people saw me as a pariah because of my aunt." He informed.

I frowned. "Why?"

"She was known in our town, affectionally, as a blood whore." Colby drove us onto the highway, leading us away from the city.

"Jesus..." I whispered, surprised.

"When vampires first came out, a lot of people were scared of them. But my aunt wasn't one of them. She was very... welcoming, to say the least. And she found out very quickly that vampire's blood was something worth befriending over." He remarked, his tone dull.

"She used to drink vampire blood?" I gaped.

"All the time. She used to give her blood to vampires in exchange - sometimes for money, sometimes for their blood. She became an addict to it, to some degree. Vampire blood, if drank a lot and in high quantities, can cause the person to feel high. So, she did that a lot of the times. She had a lot of vampire boyfriends. None of them ever stayed around too long. Just long enough for her to get her fix and then move onto the next..." His voice fell off for a moment, coming back more emotional; angrier. "Until Xaiver."

I reached over, placing my hand on Colby's forearm, rubbing it softly.

"She didn't exactly hang around with the best vampires, but he was especially sketchy. A lot of local vampires didn't fuck with him, but of course she still found her way to him. I found out later what happened with her and him. Because he was a dealer, he would sell his blood in vials. They met in some bar, and a week later went out on a ‘date’. He gave her a vial of his blood. And he expected that in return she would do the same the next date. But there never was another date. She just stole his blood and dipped. Hid in the house for two weeks in case he was out hunting for her - which he was. Eventually he heard that she had a kid that she took care of and that's how he found me." He glared at the road ahead, his jaw tense.

"I'm sorry that happened to you. You didn't deserve that." I consoled; the flashes of his memory played in my mind.

"It was such a weird feeling... turning into a vampire. I had heard stories of what it was like, and none of them explained it the way I felt it. Everything became sharp and intense. I was seeing colors I couldn't see before, lights were brighter, everything smelled so strong, and I could hear everything around me all at once. And the emotions - those are what really took me by surprise. I felt.... everything," Colby took a ragged breath. "Anything I had ever held back, anything I ever thought, I felt it. In that very moment. It was all so overwhelming. That word doesn't even do it justice."

I laced my fingers with his free hand, giving him a squeeze. "I can only imagine."

"I think my powers also made it ten times worse, at least for me. The moment I touched my aunt... I saw everything about her. Her whole entire life flashed before my eyes. Everything she ever felt or thought came to me. And I hated every second of it." He fumed lowly, sliding his hand out of my own for a moment.

I stayed silent, just watching Colby. His eyes remained on the road, but they were intense, dark. His one hand gripped the steering wheel while other rested softly on my thigh.

"I always thought that she didn't love me. I knew for a fact she didn't like me, you didn't need supernatural powers to know that. But I had hoped she cared, even a little. And there were times in her life she did. But deep down she never... wanted me," he confessed, his voice almost falling to a whisper. He swallowed and continued, "She was extremely jealous of the life my mom had. My mom had a great husband until he passed, she had a house, a family - everything my aunt wanted but could never get for whatever reason. And I was just a reminder of that. She gladly took the house, the car, my mom's money, but she didn't really want me. And knowing that she was actually kind of glad when my mom passed... I couldn't have stopped myself even if I wanted to."

"I don't blame you for what you did." I stated, looking into his eyes.

He blinked, turning back to the road. "When the police showed up, I told them that a vampire came in and attacked us both. They believed me because of her history, took her body to the morgue, and that was it. I paid for a funeral I didn't attend and buried her. I sold the house and any other possessions I could and never turned back."

"What happened to Xavier?" I uttered.

"I killed him before I left town. He was the second person I ever killed." He revealed.

I furrowed my brow, "He was hardly a person. He was a monster for what he did to you."

"Sometimes I regret killing either one of them. But then I think most likely if I hadn't, someone else would've. They both messed around with a lot of strange people..." He trailed off.

I tried to change the subject, sensing that Colby was getting tired of talking about this one. "What age did you get turned at?"

"22. I was about to be 23." He answered.

"How old would you be now?" I thought out loud.

"I would be 28. I was only born in '91." He stated.

"Oh my God... I'm dating an older man?" I gasped. "Sexy."

He finally cracked a genuine smile. "Why don't you get some rest? We have a long drive ahead of us."

"You still haven't told me where we're going." I argued light-heartedly.

"Well, clearly it's up in the mountains." He pointed to the mountains in the distance.

"I can tell that. But where?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You'll see eventually." He teased.

"You never fully explained why you're driving there. Couldn't we have vampire ran?" I questioned.

"It's a couple hours away, and while I'm strong I don't think I could run that far. Plus, I wanted to spend time with you, even if you're just asleep." He turned to me, giving me a wink. "So, get some rest."

I snuggled into my seat, leaning back a bit and staring out the window. The quiet sound of the radio and Colby's breathing lulled me to sleep in no time.

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"Baby, it's time to get up. We're here." Colby whispered, his soothing voice waking me.

I opened my eyes slowly, trying to focus them. The lights of the car illuminated the forest around us. And a few feet from the car was a cabin. A little porch with two red chairs rested on the outside with a set of stairs leading up to it. The cabin looked well taken care of, the light on the outside inviting us in. Little white flowers adorned the path leading to the stairs and around the whole property.

I got out of the car, my eyes widening at the sight. It was still dark out, but the sun would be rising soon, the sky a lighter blue than before. I turned towards Colby, who had both of our bags in his hands. He raced up the stairs, entering the cabin and turning the lights on. I walked up the path to the house, gliding up the stairs and into the cabin. I took in all of the little details of the place: the dark wooden interior, the rock wall fireplace, the cozy deep red couches, the soft oak table right outside of the kitchen. Everything about this place was beautiful. The house even smelled good, a mix of cinnamon and mahogany.

"So, what do you think?" He breathed almost nervously.

I gazed around the cabin, trying to take in every detail that I could. "Colby... how did you get a place like this last minute?"

"Well, Kevin knows a guy that owns this house. And I asked him to ask the guy if it was okay for us to come up here. And he said it was fine. We've all come up here before, sometimes just to get away from the city." Colby stepped closer to me. "Did you notice the white flowers outside?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah I did. Wait... are those-?"

He cut me off, smiling. "Angelica californica, to be exact."

"They grow here?" I questioned.

"Naturally, but we also add to the population occasionally." He joked, his dimples appearing.

"So... no vampires?" I whispered.

He replied back just as quiet. "No vampires. Except for me, of course."

I jumped up, hugging him tightly. "Oh Colby. This is the best present ever. Thank you."

"Of course, baby. You deserve this, and so much more." He pulled back, his arms still wrapped around me, "So, the closest cabin is about a mile away. Same with the closest town. I figured in an hour or two we can go into town, maybe get some breakfast at the diner? And then afterwards I can pick us up some groceries, that way you aren't starving the whole week we're here."

I gasped, "We're gonna be here for a week? Oh no, Colby, I only called out for a day.”

"Ehh, don't worry. You have off this weekend, right? Stay here with me, and we'll worry about all of that on Monday." Colby argued.

"I have a feeling I won't want to leave though." I exhaled dramatically.

He feigned concern. "Oh no... whatever will we do?"

I smacked his chest, a laugh erupting from him.

"Go take a shower, and I'll unpack our bags. Sound good?" He held my hands, giving them a light squeeze.

I nodded, walking into the bedroom and pulling out some clothes to change into for after my shower.

I took the longest shower of my life, scrubbing all the stress away and off my body. By the time I had gotten out, it had been an hour, and the diner was ready to open. Colby and I drove into town, enjoying the view of the quaint place. The diner wasn't packed, but a steady stream of customers were coming in and out for the breakfast rush. We sat down at a table and enjoyed our meal slowly, people-watching the whole time. We walked through town, looking at all the little shops and stopping in a few. I bought a mug with the town's name on it, Colby rolled his eyes as I did. We then went to the grocery store, picking up a few things to make lunch and dinner. Colby wasn't much of a cook, and neither was I, so we settled on pasta for tonight. We drove home, but I didn't feel like settling in yet.

"Do you wanna go on a hike?" Colby suggested.

And we did just that. The fresh air almost burned my lungs, the crispness feeling sharp with every breath. It had been overcast out all day, making it the perfect weather to walk in. I found a stream not too far away from our cabin, following it down until it opened up to a lake. We sat at the dock of the lake, staring out into the water, huddled close to each other.

Then the skies opened up, rain pouring and soaking us instantly. We laughed as we raced home, Colby holding my hand the whole time. Eventually when we were close, Colby picked me up bridal style and sped me into the cabin. Thunder crackled in the distance, making the ground shake. Colby started a fire, and the cabin warmed up instantly.

I didn't remember falling asleep, but I did. I woke up wrapped up in a blanket, a soft pillow resting under me. The tv was on, playing a random channel I hadn't seen before. The cabin smelled of butter and pasta sauce. I looked at the time, and it was already 5:36 P.M.

"Good evening, sleepy head. Dinner will be ready soon, if you wanna get up." Colby spoke from the kitchen.

I stretched, getting up and heading towards his voice. "You should have woke me sooner. I would have helped with dinner."

He snickered, "I'm not that clueless when it comes to making pasta. Besides, you looked too peaceful, and I figured after the long day of walking around your body could use some more rest."

"Well, I'll at least set the table." I pulled out two dishes, walking over to the table and placing them down. I noticed in the little vase there were three flowers: two things of angelica and a single rose.

He noticed me staring, "I got that for you at the grocery store. I made sure to hide it so you wouldn't see."

"You are literally too sweet to me." I leaned in, pecking his lips.

He shrugged half-heartedly. "I don't know about too sweet, but I'm definitely trying my best here.”

My face dropped, turning to look at him completely. "Colby, you got me a cabin, drove me all the way here just so I could catch a break. You bought me breakfast and groceries and are now making me dinner. If that isn't sweet, I don't know what is."

He looked down, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. He continued stirring the pasta.

Oh my God... I made Colby blush.

A moment later, he turned off the heat, dumping the pasta water out and into the heated sauce. He mixed that up for a minute and turned to me. "I think it's ready."

We ate dinner slowly, enjoying each bite. Maybe it was because I hadn't had a homecooked meal in ages, but the pasta was to die for. We chatted the whole time, commenting on our day and the different things we saw at the diner and the lake. Once we finished, Colby poured some wine for us. A lull finally fell into our conversation, but we still sat in the dining room, sipping our wine. Colby held my hand, lightly running his thumb back and forth.

I squeezed his hand gently. "Thank you so much for this, Colby. Truly. I needed this escape so badly."

"Of course, Jade. I'll be honest though; this wasn't just an escape for you. It was for me too. I'm not exactly... not stressed, about everything going on." He took a long sip from his wine glass, his voice low.

I sighed deeply, gazing down at the table. "It's insane how crazy our lives have gotten in such a short time."

Colby nodded his head, finishing off his wine. He reached out his now free hand, wanting to hold mine. I gave him it, cupping his gently. His grip tightened as he began to speak.

"I'm... scared, of what's to come, Jade."

My heart sank at his words, his voice catching me off guard. He kept his head down as he continued.

"I want to be able to protect you, and I think I can, but there is a part of me that thinks I'm not enough. That I'm not strong enough. And especially if someone like Rinaldi or Max is coming after you... it's true. And it terrifies me that that's the truth. Hearing what Tara said to you, that there's the possibility that my greatest fear could happen, that you could die... I don't know what I would do with myself. I can't lose you, Jade. You're the first person I've let in in such a long time and I just can't..." His voice waivered as he trailed off, his head lowered to our hands, resting on them.

I felt a single tear slide down my face, unaware that his words did that to me. I wanted to reach out and grab him, pull him as close to me as possible and never let go. I wasn't sure what to say, but as we both stayed quiet for a moment, I felt myself utter words I knew to be true.

"I love you, Colby."

I could feel Colby freeze, halting his breath. He picked his head up slowly, his eyes almost staring through me. My heart sped up at his intense look.

"I know this might seem sudden... but I've felt this way for a long time." I shuttered out a breath, not realizing how nervous I was, "I don't expect you to say it back."

"I-I... want to, though. I just," his voice fell off, his eyes boring down at our still laced hands. "I've never had anyone say that to me."

My heart shattered, "No one's ever said I love you to you before?"

"Not since I was young. All of our friends have made passing remarks, saying that they care about me, but... not ‘I love you’. Not like how you said it." He murmured.

I squeezed his hands, running my thumb over his knuckles. I leaned down and kissed the top of them, looking up at him briefly. The silence filled the room, and I could see Colby wanted to speak, but was unsure of what to say. I truly didn't expect him to say it back, but part of me hoped for some response soon. My ears rang from the quiet.

Colby's eyes connected with mine, his icy blues gazing deep. "I'm not good at talking. I've never been great at saying what I feel. But I think I can show you... what I feel."

He stood up, pulling me to my feet. He cupped my face gently, his hand feeling almost cold against my hot skin. He leaned in slowly, pressing his body into me. His lips captured mine, an electric charge surging through my body instantly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers running through his hair.

Colby pushed me lightly against the table, his hands sliding down my body until he reached my hips. He gripped them tightly, the feeling causing a light sigh to fall from my lips. He smirked into the kiss, pulling away briefly to lift me up onto the table. He placed me down, connecting his lips with mine again. I wrapped my legs around his hips, squeezing him into me. Our kiss deepened, our tongues dancing with one another. Suddenly, he scooped me up from the table, walking me to the bedroom carefully.

He got me to the edge of the bed, dropping me softly. I gasped as I fell back, my legs dangling off the bed as he stared down at me. I swear for a second, I saw his eyes flash red as he scanned my body. My heart raced at the thought of what he could, and would, do to me.

He leaned down, hovering over me as he murmured in my ear. "I want to make you feel good, Jade."

I bit my lip, "I-I want you to do that."

Colby chuckled, kissing down my neck. He nipped at my collarbone; goosebumps rose across my skin as he did. He kept kissing down my body, my chest heaving as he got closer to my sex. I could feel the fire already burning deep within me growing. I wanted him so badly and for so long. And now, it was finally happening.

He raised my shirt up slowly, his hands stopping just underneath my bra. He looked into my eyes and nodded my head, sitting up and letting him pull my shirt off. He gazed over my newly exposed skin, taking in every inch of it. He glided his head down, his breath fanning just above the button of my pants. I shuddered at the feeling, needing him to keep going.

"I've wanted to taste you for so long, Jade." He glanced up at me, a whine almost falling from his lips, "Can I? Please?"

My panties grew wetter from the desperation in his voice. I nodded, unable to speak. Colby unbuttoned my pants, sliding them down my body hastily. His hands cupped my hips, his mouth kissing just above my underwear. My breath hitched at the sensation, my body tensing.

"You're already so wet for me... God, I need to taste you now." He growled.

He pulled my underwear off, throwing it behind him. I bit my lip as the cool air of the cabin hit my naked sex. My hips arched, wanting Colby to give me some relief.

"Use your words, baby. What do you want from me?" He teased, kissing my thighs.

I shuttered, "C-Colby, please. I need you so badly."

"To what?" He blinked innocently.

"Make me come with your tongue." I mewled.

Colby clenched his jaw at my words, his eyes closing tightly for a moment. "Whatever you want, baby. It's yours."

His mouth immediately connected with my clit, pulling it into his mouth and gently sucking on it. Pleasure rolled down my body, my legs instinctively wrapping around his head and resting on his shoulders. As he continued to play with my clit, his fingers lightly brushed up and down my lips, teasing my entrance.

"Oh my God, fuck Colby." I moaned, my eyes fluttering close.

He buried his head deeper into my cunt, his tongue and fingers switching positions. He lapped at my hole, his middle finger rubbing slow circles into my clit.

My hips bucked out his actions, whines falling from my mouth. He kept his pace slow and deep, causing pleasure to roll down my body over and over again.

I could feel my body getting closer to the edge, but I wanted him, needed him, inside of me. "Colby...."

"Yes, beautiful?" He hummed, picking his head up.

"Please.... I need you." I whimpered, my fingers tracing up his face as he looked at me.

He slowed raised up to my face, his mouth pressed closed to my ear. "You need me inside of you?"

"Yes," I shook my head desperately.

"How badly do you need me, baby? Tell me." He demanded teasingly.

"Colby, please." I pawed at his chest, still covered by his shirt, "I need you to take this off, right fucking now."

"Yeah?" He smirked, sitting up and pulling his shirt off with one arm.

My hands immediately slid up his chest, feeling his muscles tighten under my touch. I bit my lip, taking in every inch of him.

Suddenly, Colby's face changed. He lowered himself back down to me, his body resting against mine firmly. I could feel his bulge pressing hard into my thigh. That sent a shockwave through me, knowing I was turning him on.

"Jade... I want you," he swallowed hard. "I want you so badly. I've needed you for so long."

He leaned in, our lips connecting in a passionate kiss. My breath was instantly taken from me, my chest heaving from needed oxygen. My hands drifted down his body, undoing and sliding his pants down enough so that I could grasp his hard member. He gasped against my mouth, his grip on my hips tightening. He thrusted slowly into my hand as I held him. I could tell just from a few pumps that he was big. My pussy clenched at the feeling.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" He whispered lowly, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

I nodded, a tiny whimper escaping my mouth.

Colby kissed along my neck as he pulled his pants down all the way. His hands slid behind me and popped my bra off, yanking it away from my body quickly. I giggled at his actions; his neediness just as present as mine.

He reached over to the nightstand, opening the drawer and grabbing a condom. He rolled the condom down his shaft, my eyes widening at his now completely naked form. He was so beautiful, in more ways than one. My breath hitched in my throat as I took in as much as I could.

He leaned his head against mine, the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. "Do you still want this? Do you still want to do this?"

"Of course. More than ever." I cupped his face gently, pecking his lips.

He lined himself up, his eyes boring into mine for just a moment. As he entered me, he closed his eyes tightly, his mouth a gape. I moaned as he stretched me out, filling me deeply.

"Fuck Jade, you feel so good." He grunted, his chest vibrating from how deep his voice was.

Once he was completely inside of me, his eyes shot open, two red orbs staring back at me. Veins popped out from under his skin by his eyes. And his parted mouth showed fangs.

I gazed up at him, excited by the vampire before me. I've only ever seen him like this once, and now it felt completely different. Back then I barely even knew him. And now, he was the love of my life.

"I'm sorry, baby. Give me a second, okay?" Colby hissed, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against mine.

I hushed him, cupping his face, "No, it's okay Colby. I'm not scared. You don't scare me."

Colby exhaled. "That's good to know. But I still don't like having my fangs out while I'm fucking you."

I stuttered out, "I... don't mind."

"Oh? You like the fangs?" He sassed, his hips slowly starting to move.

"Yeah." I whispered bashfully, a light blush creeping across my skin.

"You're blushing.... oh my God, that's so fucking hot." He cursed.

I gripped his back a little hard, pulling him deeper into me as he thrusted. I matched his pace, our bodies moving as one.

Colby leaned into my neck, kissing and licking my skin. His fangs grazed against me, goosebumps forming. I let out a light gasp as he pressed his fangs in further, but never broke skin.

He groaned, his voice in my ear. "Do you want me to bite you? I can feel you squeezing around me tighter every time I almost do."

I inhaled sharply, taken aback by his tone. Colby chuckled darkly into my ear, his hips picking up speed.

"You want it, don’t you? Just admit it." He smirked.

I let out a raspy sound, unable to say anything. He was right, I did want him to bite me. But I wasn't going to say it. At least not yet.

"Make me." I uttered bravely.

His stare intensified, his lips twitching into a smile. "Fine."

Colby pinned down my hands to the bed with one hand, while his other shimmied down in between our bodies. He forced my legs apart wider, two of his fingers pushing lightly against my clit. He started stroking in time with his thrusts, which only got deeper and harder. I cried out in pleasure, my eyes rolling into the back of head from the new sensation.

"Tell me you need it. Tell me you want me to bite you." He ordered, staring into my eyes.

"Fuck, Colby! Pleaseeee." I whined, my brain turning to mush with his actions.

He grunted, his hips shuttering. "God I'm getting so close, Jade. Say what you want, baby. I'll give it to you. I'll give you whatever you want."

"Bite me, please." I whimpered.

"Say it louder, Jade." He hissed.

"Bite me, Colby!" I moaned louder, my pleasure building more and more. I could feel myself almost going over the edge. Fuck, I needed him to make me come.

"One more time, sweetheart. Say it for me now!" His voice thundered, his thrusts going deeper and deeper into me.

"Oh my God, please bite me! Please! I'm so fucking close!" I shouted desperately, my hips bucking wildly. I tried to force my hands out from under his hold, but they wouldn't budge. I just struggled against him as he kept up his fast-paced movements.

"Good girl, baby. Come for me." He growled, and then slammed his fangs into my neck. It was all overwhelming - the sensation of his fangs, his thrusts, and his words - and it immediately sent my body into overdrive. My orgasm ripped through me, my hips spasming in time with his. I cried out in pleasure, unable to hold back any sounds I had in me. He drank my blood slowly, but just the slight loss made my head all the more lighter.

"Oh shit I'm coming! Fuuuuuckkk-" Colby pounded into me over and over again, exploding in ecstasy as my blood leaked down his chin from my mouth. His red eyes almost glared down at me, intensely staring into my soul. I could feel his aura appear around us, engulfing us both. I was too out of my mind to care. Everything about this moment made my head spin and my mind blank out.

Once our orgasms subsided, Colby's body crashed down on top of mine. He let go of one of my hands, the other lacing fingers with his. We laid there and just breathed with one another, trying to slow down our racing hearts. It felt like forever before he finally picked his head up.

He picked his head up quickly, his mouth a gape. "Shit, I forgot you were bleeding. Here, let me give you some of my blood."

I slurred, "Nooo, y-you don't-"

"You're have no room to argue with me, sweetheart." Colby took his finger in his mouth, biting open the pad of it. Then he brought it to my lips. "Open up, baby."

I allowed his finger into my mouth, the metallic taste making me wince until suddenly changing into something sweet. I sucked on his finger, feeling the lightheadedness slowly going away.

"That's right... there you go. I didn't drink too much from you, so you don't need too much from me." A moment later, he slid his finger out of my mouth, a light ‘pop’ noise following.

"I-I was enjoying that, you know." I joked, sighing.

"I was too." He leaned in close, "There's a reason why I'm still hard inside of you."

We both giggled, his mischievous eyes softening. He pulled out of me a moment later, relaxing back on the bed beside me. We laid there silently, just listening to each other breathe. With a slight look, his hands grasped around my wrist, lightly tugging me over to him until my head was laying on his chest. He sighed deeply, snuggling into me more. I began to drift off, his soft breathing lulling me to sleep. We laid like this for hours, barely moving except to pull the blankets higher.

A ring tone ripped through the silent room. I glanced up at Colby who read his phone. "It's just Mike. He can leave a message."

I snuggled back in, waiting for the phone to stop. It did for a moment, only to start ringing again. The same tone and all.

"There's no reason for Mike to need me. He knows we’re up here. I left a note." He rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed.

"Okay." I laid my head down, but I didn't shut my eyes. Something churned in my stomach as I stared at the phone, hoping it wouldn't ring again.

But then it did.

Colby groaned, grabbing his phone off the table, and answering it. "What Mike?"

I could hear Mike's muffled voice, and it sounded panic.

Colby froze at Mike's words. He slowly rose from bed, my body falling off his. "What?"

My breath hitched. Something happened.

"Yeah. Yeah. We'll be there as soon as we can be. Tell him to hold on. I'm leaving right now." His tone was serious and pointed. He hung up the phone, getting out of bed quickly.

My stomach sank, my eyes widened. "What happened, Colby? What's wrong?"

He threw on his clothes hastily, turning to me. "It's Sam. Someone attacked him at the club tonight. We have to leave."

<< CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 24 >>

[a-total-shrimp]

Heyo, I'm Cassidy!! Self-taught artist/writer. I do reqs, so if you have any art or writing ideas lmk! (rn I'll do things related to Twisted Wonderland, though it might take a while bc I'm not online all the time)

More stuff under the cut!

About me: - 19 years old (birthday is April 4th) - aroace for irl ppl, gay as fuck for fictional characters - agender (gender? who's that) - aspiring voice actor - art style is sorta consistent; I just draw however I feel like drawing

Interests (Bolded = currently interested, Bolded + Italicized = extremely invested)

Games:

Animal Crossing

Baldur's Gate 3

Cult of the Lamb

Dungeons & Dragons

Dating Sims (if you have any recs send them to me please!!)

Dragon Age (played all but Veilguard; haven't finished Inquisition)

Final Fantasy (FFIX is my fave)

Fear & Hunger

Kirby

Legend of Zelda

Look Outside

Mario (esp the Mario & Luigi/Paper Mario series)

Omori (I love watching my friend play :D)

Pokémon (and PMD)

Stardew Valley

Splatoon

Twisted Wonderland

Yo-kai Watch

Anime/Manga:

Assassination Classroom

Black Butler (started watching it!!!!)

Cherry Magic (One of the best yaoi series imo 😍😍 it's not smutty; it's super duper adorable 🥺)

Demon Slayer

Exorcist no Kiyoshi-kun (Cool manga!! The art style is inspired by One Piece I think :D)

Kamisama Hajimemashita

Mairuma

One Punch Man

Ouran High School Host Club (one of my faves <3)

Romantic Killer

Saiki K.

Spy × Family

Suzume (SO GOOD!! I also have the manga and light novel 😌)

Takopi's Original Sin (Great if you're able to handle darker themes like abuse and suicide. It's a nice blend of cute and devastating)

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime (about 3/4 through the first season)

Trigun (the og, need to keep watching w/ my friend)

The Vampire Dies in No Time

If you have any recommendations, send them to me and I'll watch/ read 'em!! I like slice of life, romance (esp bl), and comedies the most ^^ Action tends to be a hit or miss for me, but I'll gladly watch the first episode or read the first chapter to see if I like it!

DNI:

Idc too much about which people interact w/ me, but I have a few rules.

Minors, please do not dm me or join any discord servers I make unless I know you irl. You're more than free to interact with my blog though!! This blog will be sfw :]

If someone posts something that makes me uncomfortable, I will block them. Everyone is allowed to make whatever they want just as much as I am allowed to control what I see online

Queerphobes, unkindly piss the fuck off. This blog is a safe space for queer people like myself.

If any of your fictional others are from the following: Baldur's Gate 3 or Twisted Wonderland, and you are a non-sharing yumeshipper/self shipper, please block me!! I will post some oc x canon stuff (maybe even chatacter x character stuff), and I don't want to upset you guys! I'll update the list of which fandoms I'll make posts on as my interests change, so please check back to be sure this blog is still safe for you!

Extra Stuff:

Favorite twst characters: Idia, Floyd, Sebek, and Malleus

My user is a play on "a total simp" (bc that's what I am)

If you think I should add a trigger warning that I missed on a post, please let me know asap! (any of my posts with triggers will be tagged as "tw [insert trigger here]")

I will mostly post/rb stuff related to my current interest(s), but might also post/rb other things too :>

If you wanna repost my art, just make sure to credit me ^^ If I don't want an art piece to be reposted, I'll tag it with "no reposting"

Wanna yap with me on Discord? Send me a message here on tumblr; I'll give you my user if you aren't a minor or some shady person :D

[pluraltits]

our answers to the Plural Etiquette Questionnaire

linked -> right here! if i need to paste out the full link lmk, idk how tumblr does links.

everything under the cut :3

it's a bit lonnng as we wanted to answer everything !! notable ones will have a star to the left

⭐ What do you go by collectively?

PT or pluraltits or jane. may find a real name for this blog, but any variation of pluraltits is fine. we're using they/her collectively with feminine terms only.

⭐ How should people refer to you?

this is a pretty collective blog, so refer to us collectively. if you know us personally.. you get name privs !! (playful). you can make up silly variations of PT and pluraltits if you wanna

⭐ What terms do you prefer for referring to yourselves as individuals and as a group? Is there any other terminology for yourselves or aspects of your experience that you use and want people to know?

girls/gals/ladies/parts for us indiviually. when talking about plural things, we'll tend to use parts for simplification! as a group, PT/sys/collective/ladies/girls/gals/misc. group terms all work. "bunch of girls", "flock of ladies", "herd of gals" and things like that, are all a-okay lol!!!

Who in your system are people most likely to interact with?

we're leaving this blank just in case some parts wanna add themselves, otherwise we will not be differentiating ourselves. you'll probably notice changes in typing, tone, and personality (woa! we're plural!)

⭐ Will people be interacting with any child members? How should they treat them? Is there anything they should know when interacting with them?

maybe, maybe not.. just, treat all of us normal and know that we have a handle on our system and our syskids' maturity. if anything, we'll put a tag stating age/maturity if we feel it's applicable (ie. post about syskids has a tag "am a syskid", etc). sometimes we'll draft a post when we're small and clean it up when we're big and miss some lilbrained moments! just be nicies :3

Are there any system members who are nonverbal or otherwise have difficulty communicating? What should others expect when speaking with them?

this is tumblr, i do not think we will have verbality issues! (playful, lighthearted). at most? same as above, we'll have lilbrained drafts that aren't always fully caught or we don't wanna clean 'em up for any reason. feel free to ask for clarification if this happens

What should people do if they don't know who's at front?

nothing in particular, we are not sharing our front here! we're always PT

Is it okay for people to ask if they can talk to someone who isn't at front at the moment?

anyone can ask anything, doesn't mean they'll get the result they'll want ^.^

If someone talks to one of you, will other system members be aware of the conversation? Will they be actively watching, or just able to remember it later?

our memory diffusion is weird, varies per part i cannot lie. but.. tumblr so we have DMs/posts/anons that we can just read, so.. just assume we will remember.

Adding onto the above – if multiple system members will be aware of a conversation, will they want to chime in?

mayyybe, we usually blend our thoughts together in posts and the same would happen in DMs to be more cohesive

If someone wants to speak to a system member one-on-one, what expectations can they have and how should they communicate this?

depends per part again, and just... say "hey. the gal that made the [blank] post.. can i talk to them.. pick their brain.." or just say something like that lol!!

How out are you? What should people do when talking to people who don't know you're plural?

you know us online, you can just say "plural Jane Doe" (hm.. i like the thought of going by Jane Doe as a collective) or something. our name has plural in it, we are very out

Do you have any internal communication difficulties, memory issues, switch triggers, etc that others should be mindful of

generally forgetful and stuff changes for us <3

⭐ Your stance on being asked questions? (about personal experience, preferences, plurality in general, etc)

WE LOVE IT WE DO! i know i've been.. Obscure and Private, but we do love general questions! enrichment!!!!

Is there anything else others should know?

not as of now :3 silly facts though? yes. we're very animalgirl heavy and nonhuman heavy !!

thank you for readin if you did.. we may try out Jane :3

[imminent-danger-came]

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Hello and Greetings! Call me Imp!

☽ ✦ She/Her - They/Them - Early 20s - I love tdp, lmk, kh, utdr, fate, and plenty more! I'm currently in my tragedy arc ✦ ☾

ABOUT ME:

This truly is a multi-fandom blog (I have a utdr sideblog @human-soul-and-parts), but I generally post a lot of lmk and tdp! I'm not an anti, and I try to tag for trigger warnings, but if I miss something please let me know. Some other things about me: I'm majoring in Speech Language Pathology, I have 4 dogs, and my favorite color is lime green. If you ever want to add anything to any of my tags, feel free to @ me or send whatever into my ask box! Let's play toys together.

۩ "you've made a structural mistake with life & death my dear" (Antigonick, tr. Anne Carson) ۩ ۩ "And you hear their garbled words, spoken in sing song voices like a parody of you. It really is such a terrible thing to know." (X) ۩ ۩ "there is no moral. the wolf eats you one day and until it does, the forest is beautiful." (X) ۩

COMMISSION INFO:

☢ pricing sheet (DM if you want to know more!)

MY TAGS (WELL, SOME OF THEM):

☢ art / my art (For the stuff I draw) ☢ my edits (For the emo edits I make) ☢ my videos (For the videos I create) ☢ torment nexus (For posts complaining about fandom and general fandom nonsense) ☢ were tag (For werewolves, obviously. If you see something tagged as "the wolf loves you", that's my og book idea that I'm developing with some friends). I also have wizard (wizards :) ), pirate (x marks the spot), and unicorn (unicools) tags. ☢ fate vs freewill (For all my Fate VS Freewill needs) ☢ poetry tag / the narrative (For the poetry I like) ☢ lmk parallels (Likewise, if there is a motif or theme for lmk I want to keep track of, it will be something along the lines of "lmk hand motif" or "lmk theme: hurt") ☢ lmk analysis (For all of that good lego analysis I write)

OTHER PLACES TO FIND ME:

☢ My Bluesky (Hope to hang out on here!) ☢ My Twitter! (Way more inactive than here) ☢ My Youtube Channel (I post silly edits, maybe the occasional amv or animatic) ☢ Imp's Official LMK Recs Playlist (from this tag)

[garden-of-bah]

actually first time submitting one of these! Pls lmk if I need to be more specific or if im doing smth wrong, i read the pinned post very carefully (＾∀＾)

Can I please have a twisted Dandys(from the roblox game Dandys world) with lots of paras, genders and IDs? Also preferably typing quirks/any quirks and some front triggers but it isn't required!!!!

We know nothing about the source but I did my best to make it to your liking! You did everything right, though! You were very clear and we super appreciate that !! /gen

Name/s: D@ndy, Twist/Twyst, Dandicus Dancifer (don’t call it that)

Age: ageless

Pronouns: he/it/hie/h3/stat1c/gl1tch/b00m/claw/sharp/pi3rc3/ne0n/sparkle/🌈/✨/💥/🌸/🎞️/🎉

Source: Dandy’s World

Genders: rainbowgender sparklegender catgender bloomgender candygender monstergender neongender cringegender scenegender XDgender scopogender cassgender genderqueer

Sexuality: gay demisexual aromantic

CisIDs: intersex, nonhuman, low verbal

Mental/physical conditions: BPD, schizophrenia, OLD, auDHD, HPD

Other labels: fictionkin (Bill Cipher, Gravity Falls)

Faceclaim: @/ebonytails @/kevinzhechair

Alter roles: physical protector, persecutor

Front triggers: physical confrontation, bright colours, black/inky liquids, quadrobics, dark rooms/hallways

Signoffs: -🌸🦁, -🎞️, -✨🎉

TransIDs: Rosescentic, permaInsomnia, transLion, transNeonRainbowBlood, transAbuser, transGroomer, transInnocentHarmful, transCuteHarmful, transDID, transEndogenic, transAVPD, transCFS, trisMurderer

Paras: necro-, zoo-, autozoo-, oviposito-, erotophono-, sadism, biasto-, mechano-, vorare-, emapihto-, haemoto-, nycto-, mete-, trauma-, vigilia-, apago-, cordo-, acrotomo-, salo-, aqua-, omorashi, phobo-, sinefaciem-, anthropophagolagnia, scelero-, miso-, piquerism

Personality: sensitive, irrational, impulsive, violent, stubborn, obsessive, clingy

Quirks: Stims by tapping claws on surfaces, and growls/chirps when startled or surprised. Often adds double letters, numbers or punctuation to its sentences (tth!5 !5 @n exx@mp1e senttencce fr0mm d@nddy) [this is an example sentence from dandy].

[long-haired-hottie]

"Talk about your mother"

Going to put a trigger warning on this for suicidal ideation and genocide. LMK if I need to add more to this. I'm not going to tag it because I don't want to flood those tags with fictional stories.

"I don't really think I know much about my mother. She was cold and distant whenever I was around her but I think that was normal for Saiyan parents. Why bond with your kids when you're just going to stuff them in an attack ball to probably go die for Lord Frieza right? Y'see I was an infiltration baby, like so many other weak Saiyans. It didn't matter I was female and that females were rare, if you were weak then you got stuck in a pod and sent off. That I was a witch's child with a higher chance of dying was only better."

"I went on six missions to kill six planets before I was twelve. I - I was successful in five of those missions. The sixth… I was given a year to complete that mission because of the level of difficulty. I failed because I was - I was trying to die and the people there took pity on me. They took me in, cared for me, and the majority of them left the planet to live on elsewhere. I didn't go with them. I should have but I couldn't. I destroyed everything that resembled civilization on that planet and then reported back to Planet Vegeta about my supposed success."

"My mother met me on the platform. I reported what happened and… I'm - I'm not sure what happened after that. I remember being carried by her, she sounded like she was gasping for air, maybe even sobbing. I'm not sure. I was in so much pain and I couldn't see very well out of my eyes. She was holding me so closely and so tightly and I was confused. Mother had never held me before. I don't think she'd ever actually touched me outside of when she'd initially given birth to me and fed me as a newborn."

"She took me somewhere and put me in a strange attack ball. It wasn't like any others that I've ever seen. It was huge, about half again as big as the standard ones. Mother was so gentle with setting me into that ship. She- I think she held my face for a moment? It was like she was terrified to let go of me. Maybe I'm making things up from false memories. She did let go, eventually, and I remember feeling her put a rebreather on my face and then warmth passed over me from the little bit of healing magic she possessed. I could feel her casting spells on me and on the attack ball. Then I felt some kind of liquid filling the chamber and I fell asleep. I woke up on Earth to find out that my entire species has basically gone extinct and my planet is dead. And - And my mother is -"

"I - I'm sorry. I don't think I want to talk anymore."

[hannahhook7744]

Fanfic Request:

Geppetto x Lampwick's mama , Carina's wedding please ??

Summary: A glimpse into Geppetto and Carina Rossi (Lampwick’s mother)’s wedding day.  Trigger Warnings: wedding stress, gods not understanding humans, swearing, etc. LMK If I should add to the list. 

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When you think about it, humans are strange creatures—their bodies are frail, easily failable, yet mothers can lift carriages off of their trapped children with strength they usually don’t have at the same time. 

They have strange ideas, strange behaviors, strange hang ups about things other beings couldn’t care less about—and they care so strongly. They can fall in and out of love, have marriages that barely last a month: or they’ll love the same person forever, even if that person has long since passed or long since stopped loving them. 

It was strange. Laughable, even, to beings like the gods who had outlived countless humans. 

Humans had many odd behaviors that couldn’t be explained. Many failings, many advantages. Loyalties that couldn’t be divided and loyalties that could be bought or traded for something as amusingly small as riches. 

But of all things that Hera would never understand about humans, there was one thing that would never fail to baffle the queen of marriage—and that was how, without fail, nerves were always at an all time high on their wedding day. Even when the humans truly had nothing to worry about. 

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“I can’t button up your dress if you refuse to stay still, Mia cara figlia.” The mother of the bride-to-be, one Bria Rossi, scolded—tugging at the back of her pacing daughter’s dress. 

The dress was an odd choice for a wedding. It was made of green felt, had tattered sleeves, and had scraps of fabric from a more traditional white lace-y dress sewn at the bottom a couple of inches above the hem, over the sleeves, and on the front: making it look like the dress of a princess on one of the old books Bria used to read her girls when were they little and too poor to afford any of the more…exquisite tales any of their more well-off friends had. 

It looked wonderful on Carina, even if Bria would have preferred a more traditional dress for her youngest daughter. 

She had three green felt bows braided carefully into her long dark brown, wavy hair—which she had inherited from Bria herself—which was down for once. In place of a veil, she had a flower crown made of daisies that her old cheer friends had crafted for her as an ‘early’ wedding gift (along with a matched  bouquet).

Other accessories she’d chosen to wear were the eight ball earrings that her eldest, Lampwick, had bought her with his allowance one year and a pink, red, and silver necklace that her youngest, Bella, had somehow acquired for her years prior. With them, she wore green heels with white silverish rhinestones leaves that Gia (Bria’s oldest and Carina’s sister) had helped her pick out. 

Carina looked beautiful. Perfect, even. 

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And if you were to ask Hera, she’d even say that Carina looked even more wonderful than Bria did or her grandmother, Sofia, did on their wedding days. 

Though Hera may be a little biased, given how Carina was currently her favorite human alive. 

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“I can’t help that I’m nervous, mama!”

“No, but you can control how you handle your nerves. Which you need to do if you don’t want to be late to your own wedding—”

A nervous yelp escaped the younger brunette at that thought. “Don’t say that, mama! You’ll jinx it!”

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Geppetto, for his part, was just as nervous as his wife was as he too got ready for the second biggest day of his life. 

“Oh my. Oh me.” The white haired man muttered, fiddling with his golden hammer cufflinks that kept slipping out of his ridiculously sweaty hands (He always did sweat when he was nervous). “Uh oh!”

He hoped he wouldn’t look as awful as he currently looked in the mirror when he stood at the altar waiting for his lovely bride-to-be—he looked soaked to the bone, his face was flushed, and his hair was a stringy mess. 

His white undershirt was almost see-through with how much he was sweating. Maybe he should have gone with the golden undershirt instead of the white.

It didn’t matter how ‘dashing’ the toymaker and carpenter looked usually (according to Carina, anyway), a see through-shirt would look awful with the red and black suit and the red lacy bowtie Pinocchio had helped him pick out. Not even the brooch he’d made to resemble Pinocchio and the black (with a golden leafed vine pattern) shoes he’d picked just for the occasion could save it. The man was sure of it.

“Quit yer sweatin’. You look fine.” Jiminy huffed, landing on his shoulder. 

“Are you sure, Jiminy?”

“Yes I’m sure. Trust me, you’re gonna knock Carina right off her feet.”

“My goodness, I hope not.”

The cricket sighed. “It’s just an expression—”

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“Careful—CAREFUL!” Gia Rossi ordered as she directed the caterers who were carrying the cake—a four layer devil’s food cake with green and blue icing and a homemade cake topper of a groom, a bride, and three smaller figures dancing on top. Usually, Gia wouldn’t speak so sternly to people they hired to work an event but the two who were carrying the cake weren’t paying much attention and the cake was close to collaspying. 

So being stern it was. 

Even if it made her want to cringe. 

Because if they weren’t careful and the cake fell—well, they were in a floorless tent in the middle of a forest. If the cake fell, there would be absolutely no saving it and they certainly wouldn’t have time to get another one on such short notice: not when they were in the middle of the forest with no stores nearby. 

(It didn’t help her stress that they likely wouldn’t be able to afford a new wedding cake even if there were stores nearby). 

“Sorry miss!”

“Yes Miss Rossi!”

The tent was white. The streamers and party favors (aside from the daisies and red roses, of course) were green and blue: the table cloths were red and the folded chairs (and tables) were all white, and the guests were all dressed in varying shades of green, red, black, blue, and yellow—which made for quite the sight. 

Not that there were many guests. 

Just her and Carina’s mother and grandparents, Carina’s two kids—Lampwick and Bella—and Geppetto’s living son: Pinocchio, Carina’s old cheerleading friends from school, a few people from the village, Jiminy Cricket (what an odd fellow), Lampwick’s two friends—Pete and Alexander—and their parents, and the two remaining siblings of Geppetto’s first wife, Carla, who he was friends with. 

Wait. Geppetto’s first wife. 

Shit. 

GIA FORGOT TO PUT A PICTURE OF CARLA AND GUSTAVO (Geppetto’s dead wife and son) AND HER FATHER IN THE FRONT PEW!

“BLUE! WHERE ARE THE PHOTOS?!”

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Blue did not know where Carla and Gustavo’s photos were, nor did she know where the photo of Gia and Carina's father was. She hadn't seen them all day.  

She had more pressing matters to handle: like figuring out how to use the camera Geppetto had given her before it was time to start taking the wedding photos.

FLASH!

The blonde fairy dropped the camera as the flash went off. “Oh blast it.” 

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“Do I really have to wear such an ugly dress?” Bella whined, brushing her hands down her puffy, lacey grass-green dress down. She was very unimpressed with the lacey flowers that were protruding from the dress. 

“It’s not ugly and yes, because mom picked it out for ye.Just suck it up, it’ll make her happy and you’ll be able to take it off when the weddin’s over.” Lampwick retorted as he readjusted his bowtie, not even looking at her. He was wearing a matching suit with a greenish-yellow undershirt and dark green shoes (which matched his bowtie). “Do you have the flower basket?” 

“Yes.” Came the sulky reply, which the redhead ignored: because he was thirteen and much too mature to be seen arguing with a six year old by his friends or their parents (especially Alexander’s adoptive parents, who never really liked Lampwick to begin with), thank you very much. 

“Pinocchio, do you have the rings?”

Pinocchio was wearing a red and black suit with a yellow undershirt, a blue bowtie, and yellow and blue shoes: his hair, like Lampwick’s, had been slicked back with hair gel per his grandmother’s request. “Yes! They’re right here!”

“Close the box before you lose them, buddy—”

“Will you stop being so bossy?”

“I’m not bein’ bossy, I’m bein’ in charge, Bella. There’s a difference—”

“It sounds the same to me.”

“We ain’t havin’ this argument now!”

“Then we’ll have it later—”

“Guys can’t we all just get along—”

“NO!”

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Hera had seen the rings and she greatly approved of them.

Geppetto’s was black with a silver engraving that read ‘Forever Mine’ and the one he had picked out for Carina was silver with a black engraving that read ‘Forever’ with a little lightning bolt. Both rings were very beautiful and the carpenter had chosen them well.

Carina couldn’t have picked a better man.

This one was far better than her last two romantic partners, Frankie Santoro-Ruffini and Apollo, that was for sure—at least he would be putting a ring on her finger and taking care of her for the rest of her mortal life and even afterlife. 

It was the least the brunette deserved, after all.

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Jiminy Cricket was the best man while Lampwick and a few of Geppetto’s friends had been chosen as groomsmen.

Gia was the maid of honor and Carina’s old cheerleading friends had been chosen as the bridesmaids (all of them had their old cheerleading bows from Merlin Academy braided in their hair, as a surprise for Carina). 

Bella was the flower girl.

Pinocchio was the ring barrier.

An old friend of Bria’s was officiating. 

Blue was the wedding photographer—and Hera? Well, she was the guest of honor. Invited personally by Carina herself. Which meant that absolutely nothing was going to go wrong with this wedding. Not if Hera could help it. 

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“I'll steal your heart away in time,

It's only fair 'cause you have mine…”

Geppetto stood at the altar with the wedding party as the music started playing: a nervous but goofy smile on his face as he spotted Carina. 

She looked stunning and so did her mother, who was walking her down the aisle but Carina was the one who looked like an angel at the moment. 

“Oh, Carina,

Now don't make me wait too long…”

Carina’s face lit up as she heard the song Geppetto had picked out for this moment. It was her favorite song. It was their song. The one that had played on their very first date: it was perfect for their wedding day. 

Nothing else would have been as fitting.

Something her groom-to-be knew. 

He was perfect.

He looked perfect. 

She looked perfect. Their children—their children—looked perfect. 

Everything was perfect. Just as Hera knew it would be. 

And Carina hadn’t even seen the cake topper yet. 

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The rest of the night was filled with dancing, laughter, and fun, meaningless small talk between the new Collodi-Rossi family and their guests. 

Carina loved the rings. Loved the cake topper. And loved the songs—she had known it was a good idea to leave the music to Geppetto. She had known it. 

Geppetto danced with Carina, then with Bella.

Carina danced with Bella and then the boys and then her mother and sister. 

And all of it was on video. Something Carina nor Geppetto would have believed possible before they were brought to the future—before Auradon’s creation. But it was possible and Lampwick was back home, safe in Carina’s arms, to see it.

The night was the first of many perfect nights.

Just like every March 19th would be for the rest of her and Geppetto's lives.