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buckysgrace · 3 months

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The Lonely pt 2

Can be read as a standalone or here is the first part

Gator Tillman x Inexperienced!Reader

CW: Age gap (Gator is 27 and reader is 19ish), oral sex, dry humping, reader is being manipulated by the Tillman's

You find yourself wanting to get closer to Gator.

"What are you doin'?" Gator questioned as he came up behind you, his boots thumping until he came to a stop. You glanced over your shoulder, raising your eyebrows as you held up your soapy hands.

You couldn't help but press a grin to your lips, despite the irritated tone that slipped from his lips. You blamed it on the childish feelings that filled your gut; how he made your heart clench and your pulse race. It was dumb. So incredibly stupid.

But he was very handsome. You liked the way he slicked his hair back, how you got a full view of his features. He had strong eyebrows, smooth skin and plenty of moles that you referred to yourself as angel kisses. That’s what your parents used to say anyways.

He didn't happen to be the nicest either, but here and there you caught little glimpses of his softer behavior. He was funny when he wanted to be and would randomly tell you about how his day had been. You appreciated times like that. It didn’t seem like he was in that sort of mood today.

“Cooking,” You hummed as you held up the wooden spoon to make a point, “Your dad said that you like potato soup.” You added, trying to get onto his better side. You were slightly hoping that Roy would push Gator in your direction, but he hadn’t seemed quite thrilled at that thought.

“So you made it?” He asked as he looked over into the pot. You weren’t the most experienced with cooking, but Karen was showing you. You thought you had gotten better. Gator teased you about being so pliable, but you liked feeling like you had some sort of family now.

“I thought it might be nice,” You whispered as he moved closer to you, making your heart thump harder inside of your chest, “How was work?” You asked as you breathed in his musk, trying to pretend like it didn’t start a fire deep within you.

“You’re not my gal.” He pointed out as he lazily rested his hip against the counter, watching you with cocked eyebrows. You chewed on your bottom lip, shrugging your shoulders as you tried to pretend it was no big deal. It really shouldn’t be. You knew he would get rid of you as soon as he got bored. But he seemed to enjoy toying with you.

“Never said I was,” You responded as you held your chin up, “I have to earn my keep, right?” You recalled what he’d told you many times when he acted like you were too much of a hassle to deal with.

“Mhm,” He hummed as he gripped your chin, tilting your head back and forth for a moment, “C’mere.” He mumbled as he pulled you towards the little living room, making your excitement grow within your chest.

You know what he wanted, how he liked to use you as a stress relief. You didn’t mind, not at the moment anyways. As long as he kept messing with you, it meant that he didn’t pay attention to anyone else. You knew it was silly to get jealous, he’d toss you aside eventually. But you craved his attention, the feeling of his hands on your skin.

He pressed you onto the couch cushions, earning a soft shriek from your mouth before he was tugging your dress up over your knees. You weren’t sure about your new attire, but it seemed to drive him crazy. You liked that.

“Pretty,” He mumbled as he dragged his fingers across your white panties, his eyes taking in the pink flowers that were decorated on them, “I like them.” He mused, eyes flashing in enjoyment as he slowly moved himself to his knees and spread your legs apart.

He liked to get you all wet, eat your pretty pussy and then position your panties in the rightful position. Then he'd take his hard cock from his pants and grind into you, hissing at the wet contact. He had yet to actually fuck you, adamant that it wasn’t his place to do so. He didn’t want to ruin you for your future husband, but that’s exactly what you wanted.

He stretched the cloth across your pussy, making it taut before he dragged his tongue across where your clit was resting underneath your panties. You sighed in bliss, head hitting the back of the couch as the pleasure raced through your body.

You kept your legs spread, placing your hands on your knees to keep yourself settled as he continued to flick his tongue across the front of your panties. He looked up at you, expression turning cocky before he spit over them, getting them slick and wet before he began to rub his fingers across your clothed pussy once again.

“Oh,” You breathed out, arching your hips up towards his touch as he pressed his fingers along your throbbing cllt. He moved softly, slowly as his spit began to drench through your panties, “Feels good.” You whispered out, biting back your own grin at the way his cheeks began to flush.

He continued to brush his fingers over your clothed pussy, teasing you before he eventually dragged the wet material away. You watched in fascination as his brown eyes lit up, filling with awe before he dipped his head down and took a long lick of your cunt.

You gaped, head falling back in awe at the way he dipped his tongue between your wet folds. He licked at you like a starved man, groaning the whole time as he prodded at you with his tongue. He sucked at your folds, using his fingertips to smear the slick onto our skin as you found yourself drenched against his mouth.

“Gator,” You breathed out, bringing your finger up against your mouth to bite down on softly. The pleasure was overwhelming, deep and pleasurable as the fire grew within your veins. His large hands fell to your waist, gripping your soft flesh to keep you still as he began to languidly flick his tongue against your clit, “Oh my God. Fuck.” You tried to muffle your curse, knowing that he’d give you a hard time for it later.

“Mhm,” He hummed against your wet cunt, his voice raspy and deep as he continued to drag his tongue through your pretty folds, “Taste so sweet.” He mumbled as he gave your clit a quick peck, then another. It made jolts of pleasure race through your body, your whines growing deep within your chest.

Fire burned everywhere his tongue touched, making your thighs quiver and body shake as he continued to trace your aching clit with the tip of his tongue. You moved your hands to the back of his head, trying to hold him in place as you rocked your cunt up against his tongue.

“Oh, oh,” You cried out, eyes shutting harshly as the pleasure gripped you tightly, “Oh God! Right there!” You squealed in bliss as your muscles contracted, squeezing harshly as your walls broke down around you.

He licked away your cum, guiding you through your orgasm as he continued to stroke his fingers across your thighs. You breathed in once, then twice as your body continued to vibrate underneath his.

“Little whore,” He grumbled as he licked through your folds one last time, like he was savoring the taste of you, “Such an easy little thing.” He cooed out, making your body twist in pleasure. You admired the slick on his pink lips, on his chin.

Your nipples grew hard against the material of your dress as he dug his fingertips into your skin. He sat up a bit, spitting roughly onto your pussy before he used his long fingers to smear it all around. You whimpered as he began to pull away, sectioning your panties back over you as he sat up.

The bulge in his pants was obvious, large and proud as you felt a hungry feeling growing within your chest. You needed him, desperately and deeply. He shifted out of his pants, leaving himself in his boxers as he crowded in between your thighs.

“Need you,” You whimpered out, eyes feeling heavy as you watched the way he palmed at his hard cock. He smirked at you, like he knew exactly what you wanted, “Please. I can take it.” You added as you nodded his head, completely ready for him.

He pulled his long cock free, wrapping his slender fingers around his thick girth before he gave himself a slow stroke. You whined underneath him, desperately wishing that you could feel him stretching out your wet walls. He never got that far with you, however.

He dragged his leaking tip against your panties, earning a moan from your lips as he hissed in response. You rolled your hips slowly, admiring the way his cock slid against your drenched panties.

"Look at that," He cooed out as he came to a rest, his aching dick resting against your skin, "Look how deep I'd fill you." He teased you, making you croon in pleasure as you rolled your hips up against him.

"Want it," You spit out, mind hazy with pleasure as you imagined how good it would be to have his thick cock curving deep inside of you, "Gator, please." You begged him, whining as he looked down at you cockily.

"Can't," He groaned as he began to roll his hips again, sighing deeply as he gripped your knees close to his body, "Gotta keep you pure for your husband." He groaned as he shut his eyes, like it was just as difficult for him to handle.

"Want you to ruin me," You begged him as you gripped his wrists, your pussy throbbing at the feeling of his heavy cock grinding into you, "Please. Ruin me for anyone else. I just want you." You begged him, watching as his eyebrows furrowed together and his lips parted.

“Mhm,” He hissed as he gripped the base of his dick, giving himself a squeeze as he began to guide his strokes across your soaked panties. You whined, desperately rolling your hips forward in hopes that he’d give into your pleas, “I bet you would like my cock, huh? Such a desperate little slut.” He spit out, his cheeks flushing and features wrinkling together in pleasure.

You nodded your head desperately, imagining the feeling of his thick girth inside of you. You wanted to feel yourself stretching around him, to feel his large cock curving deep inside of your walls. You wanted him to feel you, to stuff you so full that you couldn’t feel anything else but him.

He grunted as he continued to shut his eyes, whispering dirty words underneath his breath as his chest rose and fell. You drifted your fingers across his warm skin, keeping a tight grip on him as his movements became more frantic.

You reached a hand down between your bodies, deciding you had control over at least one thing as you wrapped your fingers around his throbbing girth. He cried out at the sensation, jerking his hips forward harder as you began to stroke him roughly in your hand.

You jerked your hand in rough motions along his cock, listening to him grunt loudly as thick spurts of cum burst free from his cock. His warm spunk landed on your skin, staining you as soft whimpers left your lips. You felt like it was wasted, like he should’ve painted your walls with his cum instead.

He groaned as he finally opened his eyes, looking down at you with a hazy look as his lips curled into a lazy smile. He moved his fingers across your skin, moving slowly as he scooped up the remainder of his cum. He pressed it forward against your lips, dragging his spunk across your tongue.

You moaned as you tasted him, savoring it all. You licked the cum away from his fingers, wanting to prove just how good you could be for him. He laughed as he pulled away.

“Go make me a bowl,” He grinned as he smacked your thigh, making your skin sting before he pulled his pants back on, “Maybe you can pick out the movie tonight.” He suggested, sending you a wink before he tugged your dress back over your exposed skin.

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sassypossumm · 8 months

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Our Sins

Some Fire Fighter!Miguel angst to fuel the fire...(discussion of cheating)

Miguel stared at his drink, ruefully recalling Peter's last words to him. Right before he'd run into that burning building. Downing the last of the liquor, Miguel squeezed his eyes shut as the burning liquid ran hot down his throat.

The memorial had been nice. Lots of well-meaning people saying lots of well-meaning things.

Peter would've hated it.

He held the empty glass up to the light. Tilting it sideways he looked through the bottom at the warped view it offered of the dimly lit roadhouse. The bar was small, and what it offered could hardly be deemed acceptable liquor. Paint thinner seemed a more apt description for the caustic substance that passed for alcohol. Still, the strong after-taste it provided proved that he could still feel. Gave him something to sink his teeth into.

In the background the faint strains of some nameless country song flowed from the decrepit juke box in the corner. If Miguel had to guess, it along with the rest of that rickety little dive had been standing since the 40's. A roach scuttered across the table, but he couldn't be bothered to sweep it away. Rather he held up the glass and peered through it to watch the insect scurry under the table.

His phone rang. And like he had been doing for the past two hours, Miguel let it go to voice mail.

It was probably Jess anyway. Most likely wondering were in the hell he'd run off to. Miguel sighed and set the glass on the table, doubtlessly adding to the litany of tinted rings staining the tables surface.

Guess they haven't discovered coasters yet. He mused dryly, turning the glass in slow circles.

"Hey." The soft voice threw cold water on his musings. Miguel glanced up briefly, made a poor attempt at smiling and returned to scowling at the glass.

You.

"What are you doing here, Y/N." His words came out harsher than he'd intended. If you'd taken offence, you didn't let on, sliding into the booth across from him.

"Seeing how you're holding up. You lit out after the memorial like your tail was on fire." Crossing your arms, you propped them on the stained table and looked around. The walls probably hadn't seen a coat of paint since D-Day if the water spots and non-descript grey aging spots were any indication, and the single fluorescent light, by all accounts the only modern update to the dingy dive. There was an outdated payphone in the back corner, though the cord was visibly cut rendering it useless.

"Is this where you've been holing up for two weeks?" You raised a brow and tried to keep your tone neutral.

"Don't start, Y/N." Miguel warned, meeting your eyes briefly.

"You look horrible."

"It's nice to see you too. Good to see you're still tactless." His voice dripped with sarcasm. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something you'd regret. "Must be one of those 'shining' qualities Peter loved so much." His face hardened, and he poured another shot of brandy into the glass.

"That's not fair, Mig, and you know it." You said defensively. He'd goaded you into a retort, and he smirked in bitter satisfaction as he downed the drink.

"I call em' like I see em', Sugar."

"This isn't getting us anywhere, Miguel." You sighed, leaning back against the seat. He chuckled mirthlessly and mirrored your posture.

"Why are you here, Y/N?"

"I told you, to see how you are."

"Why are you really here?" He asked pointedly, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table. Narrowing your eyes, you leaned forward and glared at him.

"Because you're my friend and I care about you." He stared at you for several beats, his eyes flashing before his features shuttered and he leaned back again to pour another drink.

"You don't have any business being here. I'm doing just fine."

"Are you? Are you really? Because this doesn't look fine!" Realizing you'd raised your voice, you pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed, exasperated. Miguel ran his finger around the rim of the glass thoughtfully.

"Well, you're certainly not looking worse for wear." he said cooly. Slowly you glanced up at him with a cocked brow.

"And what's that supposed to mean, O'Hara?" You hissed. Miguel stretched and shrugged casually and hummed.

"Just an observation. I don't exactly see the image of the devoted grieving girlfriend."

"Oh? And just what am I supposed to look like? You? Apparently not sleeping or showering? You smell absolutely horrible by the way." You bit back, folding your arms. A bitter smirk crept across his face. "Peter's dead, Mig. But the world didn't stop turning." His smirk instantly fell, and he looked at you darkly. "Peter wouldn't want either of us,"

"You have no right to preach to me about what Peter would've wanted." You flinched when he slammed the glass down on the table, sending brandy sloshing onto the stained and sticky surface. You stared at the liquid slowly dripping down the edge of the table silently. "Peter didn't deserve to die. Why did it have to be him?" He muttered wryly. You couldn't argue with him, he wasn't wrong.

"You were his girlfriend. And I was his best friend." He looked up at you with narrowed eyes. "Doesn't it bother you that we were fucking behind his back?"

"Of course, it..." Your voice broke and you propped your forehead in your hand, hoping to conceal the hot tears threatening to fall.

"Peter was the best person I know, knew, and I betrayed him." His tone was eerily calm. "Every time someone pats me on the back and tells me what a hero Peter was, how noble he was, I want to scream." He hissed, squeezing his eyes shut. "Because I know that it should've been me." His voice cracked, and he sniffed, stubbornly holding back tears. "I'm a piece of shit, Y/N. And no amount of time or booze is going to make me forget that." Your heart clenched at his defeated tone, and you reached for the brandy bottle.

"We're both shit, Migs." You whispered, topping off his glass and taking a swig from the bottle.

And neither of you knew how to fix that.

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obae-me · 1 year

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if it's alright, can i request the demon brothers (separately, if not all of them just lucifer, leviathan, and belphegor are okay!) with an insomniac s/o who paces around the house of lamentation at night? thank you so much! i love your writing, and i thought the coffee order post was really cute! be well and take care <3

Of course! As someone with insomnia, I know this all too well. I'm glad you liked my little coffee post! This'll be so cute, thanks for the ask!

Their eyes opened... Sitting up in bed, they sigh, irritation waking their body more than it already had been. The ends of their fingers twitch against their covers. Another restless night. Not that they were surprised. They barely got a good night's sleep back in their own world. Of course, their demonic roommates tried to give them different remedies to help them sleep, but they weren't foolproof, it seemed.

So they stood, folding the covers away from them with an easy flourish, since it was a motion they knew all too well. Their toes curled against the cold floor to their room before they moved, covering themselves with a robe they'd been gifted. It was more to keep themselves warm. They didn't bother tying the string against them, letting the back billow behind them as they suddenly left their room.

Whenever they found themselves unable to sleep, they'd come out here to wander. The House was always so quiet at this time...it settled a soft sort of peace in them. Maybe it was partially to blame for their insomnia, unable to fully rest until they'd done their nightly patrol. But who knows what causes the human mind to stay awake? These halls and rooms were usually so noisy, facing a different series of calamities and chaos at any given moment. Now all the demons were asleep, even those who did their best to stay up all night. It was almost as if the human could feel their deep breaths as they passed by the bedrooms.

Then they found themselves checking the main rooms. The dining room, the music room, the library. They took in the vast emptiness, recalling all the fun times they'd had in these walls. Although certain rooms with certain memories called to them more than others. Special moments alone with the demon they loved.

Lucifer

He has a rather uncanny sixth sense. Most can chalk it up to being the eldest brother of six other unruly demons. Anytime someone is awake or something feels off, it usually sends an something akin to an alert through the back of his skull. He sat up in bed, looking around his room, trying to get a feeling for what might've woken him up. Unable to hear anything from his room, he decided to leave the comfort of his bed and check the House just in case.

As if guided by an unseen force, he seemed to head right into the direction he needed to go. The music room doors were slightly ajar. Although there seemed to be nothing amiss, he could feel the presence of someone inside. So he slipped in, quiet as a shadow, folding his arms but allowing his tired and irritated mind to mellow as the one he spotted was none other than his beloved human.

They were looking through the many records he kept in here, careful to avoid the ones he'd gone out of his way to mark as cursed. Although it seemed to him that they had no intention to play any, just simply looking through them to keep themselves occupied.

He could've walked in without making a sound, but he let the hinges of the door creek enough to signal his presence. They looked behind their shoulder just as he wrapped his arms around them from behind. "Can't sleep?" He mused, a sleepy slur to his voice. Moments like these, when they were alone and exhaustion was more prevalent than his sin were special ones indeed.

"When can I ever?" They sighed heavily, clearly frustrated and tired, but leaning against him.

They felt him lean down, his usually taut and stern shoulders slouching. His chin rested on atop their head. It was a sharp little bone, but MC couldn't help but sigh contently anyway. His voice was low and soft as he spoke. "How many times I have told you now to come get me during nights like this?" During the day, such a phrase might've come across like a scold, but it only sounded sincere. "My doors are always open for you, my dear."

"I never want to bother you. You get such little sleep as it is already..."

Lucifer turned MC around in his arms, looking into their eyes. "Sleep is not as crucial to demons as it is to humans. Besides," he ran his fingers through their hair, "I would sleep much better knowing you were getting rest." The back of his knuckles then brushed against their cheekbone. "Why don't you come join me in my room tonight? I'll put on a record and hold you till you fall asleep. I'll put you to bed, and you'll dream sweetly. I promise."

His way of caring for them is very soft, a fairly stark contrast to the Lucifer the rest of the world knows. Soft melodies, soft kisses, soft blankets, soft wings, soft spoken words. He will ensure they sleep peacefully throughout the rest of the night with him.

Mammon

He's known about the insomnia thing since MC first started living with them. And for reasons he couldn't trace (obviously not the crush he had on them for forever) it drove him insane. But now that they were officially together, it worried him even worse. Humans needed sleep! He can't stand how they look when they're dead tired. Plus, he's responsible for their wellbeing! Has been since day one! He doesn't blame them at all for keeping him up, but they do. He can't get them out of his mind. Although he thinks about them all the time in general.

So, he finally gets up, feeling the need to go to their room and check on them. And maaaaaybe convince them to let him share the bed tonight. For safety reasons, ya'know? Although he always feels a little guilty asking even as greed. He knows he's not the easiest to sleep next to. Of course, checking their room, he found it empty. He should've known.

He knows there's a few places they might've wandered to. So, he begins his search, poking his head into a few rooms as he looks around for them. Eventually, he catches a little flash of light under the common room doors. He grasps the handles and pulls the doors open as quietly as he can, although for someone like him, it's hard to be fully silent.

MC turns their head as soon as the doors open. They're simply sitting on the couch, legs crossed under them, flicking through tv channels with the sound all the way on mute. They settle the remote by them. "Hey," they frown. "Did I wake you up?"

"Couldn't even sleep in the first place," he sighed, shaking his head. "I should'a known you were up." He closed the doors behind him, approaching the human with one hand on his hip. "How come you never come get me, huh?" His voice has the tendency to come off as abrasive, especially when he's emotional. He caught his own tone and the way it made his human frown. He internally beat himself up, calming down, coming over to sit beside them on the couch. "You're not a bother, ya know," he assures them, pulling them into his arms, letting them rest against his chest. "Would it kill ya to depend on me sometimes?"

"Its not that, Mammon. I just know there's not much we can do about it. It's just something I have to deal with." They leaned against him, letting him hold them. He was so warm. They feel his lips press up against the top of their head, his legs trying to wrap around them like he can't ever get enough of their touch.

"Well, then we deal with it together, yeah?" He speaks softly, quietly, the rough growl to his voice completely gone. "Isn't that what people do when they love each other? If you can't sleep, I'll stay up with ya, so you're not alone."

Even if he can't help them, even if it feels useless, he'll do the thing he does best. He'll stay by their side no matter what. If they end up staying up all night watching movies, so be it. If they eventually both fall asleep cuddled up on the couch due to pure exhaustion? That's okay too.

Levi

He's a night owl anyway. There are plenty of nights where he doesn't get sleep just because he's gaming. He knows MC has a hard time sleeping, so he always assures them that at least they have a late-night buddy. Nights when they're in separate rooms, they message each other often. Of course, he adores talking to them, because he loves them after all, but he always smiles a little when they stop messaging him, because he knows that means they've fallen asleep. Although, there are nights like tonight when they keep replying, meaning that they were being denied their rest.

Eventually, it gets so late, it makes Levi nervous. He knows that MC is going to be exhausted tomorrow. So he pauses his games and seeks out his Henry. Although, he'll admit, it took him a while to find them. He checked all the main rooms! He wasn't expecting to finally find them in the house's bathroom. W-wait, it's not what you're thinking of!

They were fully clothed, sitting in the bathtub, playing a game on their phone that they downloaded together. They hadn't noticed him come in yet. He almost...felt guilty, watching them like this, but he couldn't help it. He smiles a little as he observes their focused face, the little ways they react to things in game. Wait, wait, wait, he's here for a different reason, focus! He makes himself known as he approaches them.

"Oh, you're awake," they smile at him. "I thought when you stopped responding to my messages, it meant you'd finally fallen asleep."

He shakes his head. "I- I was looking for you," he admitted. "You- you weren't in your room."

They quickly looked apologetic. "Sorry, I felt a bit restless. I guess I wandered around till I wound up here. I think it reminded me of being with you."

The words they say hit him like a critical attack, his heart melting, but of course, a little bit of envy stirred in his heart. "Then- then why didn't you come to my room instead? Is this tub so much nicer than mine?"

They appeared a bit surprised but then looked at him with soft eyes. "Like I said, I thought you were asleep. I didn't want to wake you up."

"Why not?" He suddenly exclaimed a little, acting out in a little bit of boldness as he climbed into the tub with them, hovering over them with his hands pressed into the porcelain by their head. Although he got himself flustered, deciding to wrap their arms around them instead, resting his head against their chest. "You could- could come in whenever, and climb in next to me, just like this... Is my room not good enough? Isn't that the sort of thing normie couples do?"

"Levi, I never said that. I love you and your room." MC feels Levi's heart almost jolt as they say that. It doesn't matter how long they've been together now, it always flusters him.

"Then...let's go to my room," Levi insists.

He's hardly ever so confident, but his sin mixed with the anxiety towards the human he loves gets him to do amazing things. He wants to be the best partner MC can ever have, sweeping them off their feet like a character in a romance anime. More than that though, he just wants them to feel safe and rested...and he wants to be that haven for them...because they're his safe space too.

Satan

He often stays up rather late, reading books or planning pranks for Lucifer till the wee hours of the morning. Of course, now he can add worrying for his partner to his list of reasons. He knows they don't mean to keep him up with worry, but he can't help it. He's done his research on insomnia and he knows the type of toll it can take on a human body. Add that to his circus of a family, and it's a wonder MC can function at all.

He's also done his best to read and research ways to help a restless mind. He's made potions and teas and charms, found magical items and spells to help. Sometimes his experiments hinder more than help, so for the time being, he let's nature take it's course. But he knows that in doing so, MC probably can't rest at all.

At some point, he realizes he can't focus on the words of the pages of his books, so he puts it down. At this rate, he won't be able to relax either. So, he goes to find them, rubbing the back of his head in irritation when he can't seem to spot them. Eventually, he opens the library doors, a little surprised to see his adored human inside. He should've known.

They're sitting in one of the lounge chairs, a book in their lap, sleepy circles under their eyes. They lift their head to look at him, having just enough energy to smile when they spot him. "Still up?" They ask him.

"That's a funny question coming from you," he huffs, although the harshness of his comment is lessened by the color coming to his cheeks. Something about the way they look at him always seems to make him feel this way. Once his heart settles, he comes over to the chair, shaking his head at them. "I know you can't sleep, but you should still give your mind a break." Before they can speak, he takes the open book from their hands, keeping their placed saved with his thumb between the pages.

They quickly sigh and give him a little look. "I know, but I go insane just laying there. It's like torture."

His eyelashes flutter as his eyes glimmer with an idea. "How about we go with a happy-medium then?" He asks, taking their hand, giving it a squeeze, pulling them up from their seat and taking their place, before guiding them into his lap. He hears them huff in a spot of stubbornness before they rest against him, their head on his shoulder. "I'll read to you so you can rest your eyes." He brushes a thumb against their cheek. "If you fall asleep, I'll be here with you, but if not, let's enjoy this story together."

They both find comfort in each other's company. MC feels lulled by Satan's voice, and the mentioned demon finds his breathing slow with MC being so relaxed around him. Satan didn't account for the fact that he might fall asleep first, but he does. He never fully remembers just how calm his human makes him. If MC manages to fall asleep too, they rest together throughout the night. If MC still can't sleep, at least the torturous silence is gone, listening to the soft sounds of Satan's breath.

Asmo

He takes this more seriously than almost all his other brothers, which shocks everyone in the House. There are many easy jokes to be had about 'sleepless nights' while he's the Avatar of Lust, and while he does make a few passing remarks about it, that's not what he's focused on.

It doesn't matter if demons and angels don't need sleep quite like humans do, he knows how important sleep is even for beings like him! Taking care of his body is essential to his beauty! He loves to feel good in every sense of the word, and being groggy and exhausted and dizzy from lack of sleep is a horrible state to be in. He can't stand thinking that his beloved feels like that more often than not.

On nights like these when they sleep in separate rooms, he finds it hard to sleep. Yes, he's become rather addicted to the warmth of their body, but that's not the main problem. What if they're not sleeping again?! Oh, his poor darling, spending another day with exhausted dry eyes and a frazzled look about them... Before he realizes it, he's out of his own bed to at least check on them.

When he doesn't find them in their room at this hour, he knows they're restless... So, he searches for them, checking every nook and cranny of the house till he discovers them in the living room.

"Oh, hun," Asmo sighs in relief and a bit of sympathy as he eyes them essentially wandering around the room in circles.

They turn at his voice and smile faintly. "Asmo, what're you doing here? Couldn't sleep either?"

"I went to check on you, but you weren't in your room." There's a small pout to his lips as he comes over and immediately pecks a kiss to their cheek. The chill night air throughout the house has left their skin cold. He frowns at that.

"Sorry," the human apologizes, looking at the dark empty space of the living room. "I couldn't sleep and ended up wandering in here..." They suddenly smile a little brighter. "I guess I was thinking about the party you threw in here the other day."

The demon hums and wraps his arm around his love, swaying a little on their feet. "It was such a fun time! We all outdid ourselves so much we all fell asleep next to each other, even you."

"If only it were always that easy," they sigh.

Asmo's face falls slightly, but then lifts into a reassuring grin. "Come relax with me...even if you can't fall asleep, I know it will reinvigorate you a little. I can give you a massage if you'd like, or we can just snuggle till the morning! What do you say, darling?"

He might not know how to fully help, but he's an expert in self care. He'll pamper MC as much as he needs to to make them relaxed. Even if they can't sleep, he's determined to ensure they don't look or feel so drained...and he can't deny he loves their company.

Beel

He was up getting a late night snack, as you might imagine. And since the kitchen is so close to MC's room, he always feels like he has to check in on them. Just to be sure they're okay. Okay, and maybe to see their precious sleeping face, but mostly because of safety. He sleeps better at night knowing they're doing alright. Plus, since he knows the human has the tendency to have sleepless nights, he checks in on them to see if they're resting.

He frowns a bit when he finds their bedroom empty. He'd go find them after he grabbed the two of them some snacks. Although, his search was luckily cut short. The human was already in the kitchen, wandering aimlessly, chuckling at some of the empty shelves and irritated messages left on sticky-notes, obviously not in here for food.

"There you are," Beel smiled a bit.

They turned to look up at him with a smile. "I was wondering when you'd come down to get a snack," they explained.

That made Beel frown a bit. "Have you been in here long?"

"A little bit, yeah..." But the human came over to wrap their arms around him, assuring him that it was fine.

"You know you can always come get me, don't you? I don't like the thought of you waiting awake alone..." He rubs their back soothingly, wishing that he could just...crush their problems for them.

"I know, I know."

He scooped them up into his arms, holding them close. He loves hugging them so much, it's always so hard to let go. He always wants more. But for now, he'd pick them up and settle them in a seat or even on the kitchen counter even though he knows Lucifer hates that, moving around the kitchen to get snacks. "I'll find you something that might make you sleepy." He manages to control himself as he makes them some tea or hot chocolate, making him a large portion as well. He hands it to them and stands in front of them, rubbing their cheek before they drink. "I always find it easier to sleep with a full and warm stomach, maybe this will help."

"Thank you, Beel," the human grins as they drink, laughing lightly at Beel's thrilled noises as he downs his mug. "It's good."

"Very good. Everything always tastes better when I'm with you." His eyes seem to sparkle a little bit before he kisses their forehead. "Do you want to go back to your room or mine?"

He'll let them choose what they want before he picks them up and takes them to bed. He'll hold them close and keep them warm. And if they can't sleep, he'll keep bringing them snacks for them to both munch on so they feel better.

Belphie

Perhaps it's just a Sloth perk, but he can always tell when someone is asleep or awake. Especially if it's someone he cares about. Sure he likes his own sleep, but he likes making others get rest too. He sits up in bed, rubbing his eyes, almost irritated with the human for making him feel restless too, but he knows it's not their fault. He wishes they would come to him during these times though. He's Sloth, but more than that, he's their love, surely he can help them sleep whether he utilizes his Sin or not.

At least he doesn't have to hunt around the house for them. He has a feeling he knows where they are. It's where they almost always are when they can't sleep. The observatory.

When he gets there, he finds them on their back on the ground, staring up at the stars. He-- being the little brat that he is-- sneaks over until he pops up in front of them, making them jump. He gets them every time, you would think they'd learn by now. "Belphie..." They whine.

"Sorry, sorry," he apologizes, although he only half-means it. He rests beside them, letting them rest his head on the pillow he always carries with him. "I could feel your restlessness from my room."

"Sorry," they sigh, an exhausted breath leaving their lungs.

He turns on his side, pulling them close, curling into them. He glances at them softly though his bangs. "Don't be, it's not your fault you have a silly brain."

The human huffs a little. "My brain's not silly."

"It's what's keeping you up, isn't it?" He teases lightly. He rubs their head, like he's trying to get their mind to calm down. His cheeky smile falls a bit as he looks a little more serious. "Why didn't you come get me tonight? You know I love to help you fall asleep."

The human opens their mouth and then closes it, looking away back up at the stars for a little bit. "It's because you get too grumpy when I wake you up."

The demon huffs and makes a buzzer sound. "Try again."

MC sighs and closes their eyes. "I don't know. I guess I wanted to try to function on my own this time...I can't depend on magic for the rest of my life. This isn't your problem to fix."

There's a silence that settles over the both of them for a while. Then he seems to tug on them tighter. They can feel his nose burrow into the back of their neck. "Maybe it's not my problem, but that doesn't mean I can't do what I want. And what I want is to have sweet dreams with you every night. I won't use my sin if you don't want me to, but you can still come get me, even if it's just to cuddle."

He'll make it sound like it's for totally selfish spoiled reasons, but deep inside he can't sleep comfortably anymore unless he knows MC is safe... He'll take them back to their room even if he has to drag them there. He'll tuck them in tightly and snuggle up next to them. He doesn't mean to use his Sin, but sleepiness comes more naturally with him around. Even if they can't fall fully asleep, Belphie can feel his soul settle a little more at ease even just hearing them breathe softer.

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The Highlights of Romance

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Chapter 007 - Kisses

You woke up with a smile on your face as you recalled what happened between you and Mark last night. You finally managed to share a kiss with him. It may not have been much but it was definitely more than enough for you. You had spent the rest of the evening talking to him and spending some quality time together. He even gave you a few tips on how to improve your writing. Despite the lack of sex, you definitely enjoyed yourself. Perhaps this whole thing wouldn't be so bad after all.

You pondered on what you should do today. Maybe you'd go visit your brother at the company and maybe ask if your sister-in-law popped out the baby yet. Other than that, you didn't really have any plans. You grabbed your phone and checked your calendar. Surprisingly, there weren't any appointments scheduled for today. How convenient. At least that meant that you could spend some time working on your new story.

After you got ready, you grabbed your purse and left the apartment. The streets were empty since it was early in the morning. Since you were going to a café, you decided to leave your car at home and walk instead. While the weather was nice, it wasn't exactly hot outside. In fact, it was rather chilly, reminding you of fall. The air felt fresh, cool against your skin. You took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp scent of the outdoors. The sun was starting to peek above the horizon, casting its rays upon the world below. It would soon be another beautiful day.

As you reached the entrance of the café, you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around and saw Mark smirking at you from behind. He wore a blue hoodie, matching pants and sneakers. As always, he looked ridiculously good.

"Morning." He greeted you.

"Morning Mark." You smiled, hugging him tightly. "No working in the office today?"

Mark shook his head. "Nah, your brother told me I didn't have to come in unless it was urgent."

"Great! Let's get breakfast then!" You exclaimed excitedly.

"Sounds fun." Mark laughed, holding the door open for you.

"Thank you." You giggled as you stepped inside. "It's so sweet of you to hold the door for me."

"No problem." Mark shrugged, closing the door behind you. "I was planning on doing something nice anyway."

"Oh really?" You teased. "What was it?"

"Sitting here with you." Mark responded with a smirk.

"Really?" You raised an eyebrow. "That was your 'something nice'?"

"Maybe kiss you senseless but since you're being mean…" Mark smirked.

"I am not being mean." You slapped his arm playfully.

Mark laughed, ruffling your hair. "Fine, fine. I'll kiss you then."

The two of you laughed together, entering the café. You scanned the menu posted on the wall, quickly deciding what you wanted to order. After placing your order, you both settled down on a table nearby, opposite each other.

"So let me ask you a question," You looked at Mark. "It's been swimming in my mind lately."

"Go ahead." Mark smiled. "Ask me anything."

"Have you ever been with an older woman before?" You asked bluntly.

"Wow, you know how to start a conversation." Mark teased. "I thought we were supposed to be focusing on the writing aspect."

"Sorry." You shrugged, scratching the back of your head. "I was genuinely curious."

"Have you been with a younger man?" Mark wondered.

"Sexually, yes." You replied. "Jaehyun, remember?"

"Uh huh." Mark nodded. "But never dated one? Never had a relationship with one?"

"Well…" You trailed off. "I suppose I have been on a couple dates but nothing serious."

"I see." Mark mused.

"Hey, why are you asking me questions when you didn't answer mine?" You scolded him.

"Huh? Oh yeah." Mark scratched his head sheepishly. "Actually, I haven't."

"Really? I thought you'd have some sort of experience with older women." You muttered.

"Is this a date or a therapy session?" Mark asked sarcastically, eyes filled with mischievousness.

"Ohhh, avoiding the topic now, huh? Come on Mark, give it to me straight. Have you ever been with an older woman before?" You asked again. You gave him a teasing grin. "Will I be the first one to break you?"

Mark couldn't help but chuckle. "Okay, I'll admit that I've never actually been with an older woman. But I have a feeling that I will once you're done with me."

You stared at him before laughing. "Haha, you really know how to charm the ladies, don't you?"

"It comes naturally." Mark joked, smiling softly. "I don't even have to try."

The two of you chatted casually for a while, until the waitress arrived with your food. She set down plates of pancakes and bacon in front of both of you before disappearing into the kitchen. Mark picked up a piece of bacon, raising it towards you.

"Wanna share?" He asked, grinning mischievously.

"Sure." You grinned back, reaching out for the bacon too.

As you ate your meal, the two of you talked about random things. Some mundane, some amusing. After breakfast, Mark suggested a walk around the park nearby and despite your initial reservations, you agreed. You needed to get some fresh air anyways. Besides, there wasn't anything wrong with spending some quality time with Mark.

You walked side by side with Mark as you strolled along the paved pathway, taking in the scenery. With autumn having officially started, the leaves had already begun changing color. Orange and red hues littered the ground beneath your feet, making the path look vibrant. You also noticed that there were plenty of couples strolling around hand in hand. It seemed like a romantic place, perfect for dating couples.

You didn't notice it but Mark was holding your hand too. When did he grab it? You hadn't realized it at first. Your mind kept drifting off as you watched couples stroll past, showing affection for one another. This place truly was perfect for couples looking to spend some time together.

"Do you want to stop for a bit?" Mark suddenly asked, breaking you from your thoughts.

You blinked in surprise, looking over at him. "Huh?"

"Do you want to sit down for a little bit?" Mark questioned, gesturing towards a bench a few meters away.

You nodded, following him. "Sure."

The two of you sat down on the bench, taking in the scenery surrounding you. Even though you were surrounded by other people, it didn't bother you. The silence that enveloped you felt comfortable and relaxing. The gentle breeze swept past you, caressing your cheeks and sending shivers down your spine. You glanced at Mark, wondering if he felt it too. The cool wind certainly did seem to affect him.

Your attention was pulled away from the beautiful scenery as Mark started to speak. "It seems like you're happy here." He said, looking up at the sky.

"I guess." You replied quietly. "Where else would I be happier than in a lovely place like this?"

Mark nodded, leaning forward slightly. He rested his elbows on his knees, propping his chin on his hands. He appeared relaxed, probably because he wasn't alone. The cold weather was starting to take its toll on you, prompting you to wrap your arms around yourself, hugging your body closer to yourself.

"Are you cold?" Mark asked, noticing your movements.

"Yeah, a little." You sighed, rubbing your arms.

"Come here." Mark pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close.

"Are you sure that you want to do this?" You whispered.

"I'm sorry, but are you seriously telling me that you want me to let go of you?" Mark whispered back. "I did say that I was going to do nice things for you."

"You're so bad, Mark." You smiled up at him. "I do recall you saying that you'll kiss me too."

"And you remembered." Mark grinned, pressing his lips against yours gently.

A moan escaped your lips as your arms tightened around his neck. You pressed your body closer to him, relishing in the warmth that radiated from him. It almost felt like he was absorbing heat from you, making you feel warm and comfortable. A small blush began to form on your cheeks as you breathed heavily, feeling your heart beating rapidly against your chest. You barely heard the sound of birds chirping in the distance anymore. All you could hear was the pounding of your heart as it tried to catch up with itself.

Mark pulled away, his forehead resting against yours. "Better?"

You giggled, nodding your head. "Yes, thank you."

"Not bad for a younger man, huh?" Mark teased, giving you a cocky smile.

You rolled your eyes, snuggling closer to him. "Mmm...not bad at all."

You had no idea how long you two spent just sitting there, embracing one another in an embrace. Neither of you cared. You felt content, satisfied. It didn't matter that you were technically not a couple, nor were you in a relationship with him. What mattered is that you had found peace and tranquility in his presence. You were able to forget about all the negative thoughts and feelings that were constantly plaguing you these days. Now, everything felt alright again.

"Let's go home. We can work on your project after that." Mark suggested.

"All right." You nodded, standing up from the bench.

He took your hand in his own, leading you back towards the exit. The cool wind that brushed against your face made you sigh happily.

You opened the door to your apartment, letting Mark enter before you followed suit. He closed the door behind you, flicking on the lights as he entered. Both of you started to remove your jackets and shoes before sitting down on the sofa. You immediately sunk into the soft cushions, letting out a deep breath.

"That was nice." You smiled, nuzzling into the soft material.

Mark sat next to you, gazing at you with fondness in his eyes. "Yeah, I agree." He whispered. "So what do you have so far?"

You picked up your laptop, logging onto the document. You showed him what you had so far.

"This is where I'm at right now. I've finished this scene but what comes after is still..." You trailed off, biting your lip nervously. "There's this huge blockage that keeps preventing me from moving on."

Mark listened attentively, silently staring at you. He waited patiently as you explained your predicament. When you finished explaining everything, Mark simply sat there, thinking. His expression remained neutral throughout your entire explanation, not giving away any signs of emotion whatsoever. Eventually, he turned to you, resting his hand on your knee.

"Do you need help with anything?" He asked softly.

"Mmm...more distractions..." You muttered, biting your lower lip.

"How about this?" Mark leaned in, placing his hand on your thigh, stroking it slowly.

You widen your eyes, breathing heavily. "Mark I thought you didn't want..."

"We've gotten closer haven't we?" He murmured, leaning in closer. "Let me ask you again...Do you like me?"

"I..." You froze. You knew what he was doing, teasing you. "Do you like me, Mark?"

His eyes softened as he gazed at you, flashing a brilliant smile. "More than you know."

Sighing contently, you leaned into him, bringing your face close to his. His lips met yours, the sweet sensation sweeping through you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging tightly to him. When he pulled away, your breath caught in your throat. He leaned in once more, kissing you tenderly. You melted against him, unable to control your trembling legs.

"Do you like me, Y/N?" Mark whispered against your lips.

You returned his gaze, your voice barely audible. "Very much."

He smiled widely, pressing his lips against yours once more. The intensity of his kisses grew as he continued to deepen them, his tongue swirling against yours. Soon enough, your senses were overloaded, your world collapsing in upon itself. There was no such thing as reality anymore. Everything disappeared as soon as his lips touched yours. It felt like all you could focus on was him. Only him. Nothing else existed anymore except for the two of you. And the feeling that washed over you as his lips lingered on yours, as his hands held yours in his.

Everything faded to black as the world went silent, only the sound of your heavy breaths filling the room. The warmth that spread through you overwhelmed you. That comforting feeling that accompanied him in every moment flooded your body, melting your insides. You were being overtaken by blissful pleasure.

The bliss ended when Mark pulled away, his mouth falling open slightly as he gasped for breath. Your eyes drifted shut as you shook your head.

"Y/N?" He repeated, staring at you intently.

When you finally opened your eyes, Mark was sitting in front of you, watching you closely. Your fingers twitched, itching to reach out for him. They lingered on the edge of the couch for a moment longer before closing your eyes again.

"Mark, I..." You paused, your voice wavering slightly.

"It's okay." Mark whispered, reaching out to take your hand in his.

"What is this feeling?" You whispered, unsure of what to say.

Mark chuckled, shaking his head. "You're falling for me, aren't you?"

You let out a small laugh. "Maybe..."

Mark reached up, brushing his thumb against your cheek. You shivered slightly at the contact. "I'll still take that answer as a yes."

You leaned in, pressing your lips against his once more. This time, the kiss lasted a lot longer. His hands gripped your hips tightly as you tugged him towards you, deepening the kiss even further. His hands moved up your thighs, trailing up your waist. You groaned as he pulled away from the kiss, smiling smugly at you.

"Let's get back to work." Mark chuckled, fingers still entwined with yours. "That should give you plenty of inspiration."

"I think it will."

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INTERLUDE IN BLUE MOON

Synopsis: There's just more to him than meets the eye.

❧ Relationship: Vinsmoke Sanji x female reader

❧ Content: fluff

Heads Up: Some mentions of Water Seven, Gyojin, and WCI arcs, although I tried my best to censored everything, I think some are just necessary to mention for the sake of the gist of the story. Therefore, if you still haven't reached the aforementioned arcs then be aware of the spoilers! Anyway, you may proceed however you like.

A/N: Just popping from my cave to post this sudden impulse of writing something. This was requested by a friend, and I thought that I might also post it here. Still the same routine: errors are to be expected and I might get back to them once I'll welcome the vacation with a warm hug.

I hope you enjoy! :D

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It was the aftermath of the storm, an evening of silence through the series of bloodshed that was still around the corner. The recent happenings to your group had left you lost for words, there were no nights that made you wonder about different aspects of becoming a pirate. Although there are evenings of celebrations with the other Straw Hat Pirates, still there are times that you’re seeking for something calming – soothing in a way that it leaves yourself at ease for the uncertainty of tomorrow.

When death comes knocking at your door and eventually leaves without taking your soul — it leads you to contemplate things. Regardless, none of those thoughts made you feel remorse but rather it deluges you in bothering what-ifs. As much as you despise such notions, it just keeps haunting you in circles.

You volunteered to be the watcher for the night, and it is a good way for you to savor the harmony of the ambience before it turns into a raucous morning led by the captain. Everyone is tired from the skirmish caused by the firmness of your group to take back a member. In the grasps of the Yonkou – Big Mom is where all of you almost had your death, every time you tried to swallow the fear of recalling those seconds it just makes you shiver in fear.

It was a nerve-wracking experience, to say the least.

“When you’re absorbed with musing, isn’t it better if you would have some dessert to go along with it?”

You followed the source of the voice only to see the person whose presence you’ve come to miss since the division of the group at Dressrosa.

“I hear you,” you chortled, straightening your seat.

The atmosphere of The Sunny has always been home to you, but when the unexpected departure of one of your nakama the ship has been stale, everyone felt the despair of having a missing crew.

You helped him with the tray he carried and placed it beside you; there it was – your favorite drink and dessert, freshly made by the ship’s cook.

Before you could utter something, Sanji sat beside the tray that is placed in between you two. “… And of course, a company for hearing the penny of your thoughts.”

Amused by his confidence in wooing women, you chuckled. Of all those he had shown affection, you were one of those less women who would pay no heed about it, although sometimes, Nami would smack Sanji for you.

“Aren’t you supposedly resting?” you turned to the food he brought, “I know how tired everyone is – including you, so have your rest. A storm is brimming, and you must have all the rest that you can get.”

“Leaving you here, alone? No way, I cannot allow that.”

Apart from his respect and admiration towards women, you know how persistent Sanji is, especially when it comes to his nakama he’s always attentive, but an exception comes around typically when it is mainly about the green haired swordsman – Zoro, whom he never fails to show his unequivocal antagonism. He’ll save everyone if you and the rest are drowned on the sea but as long as someone is still there to save Zoro’s ass, then he’ll enjoy his cup of tea before the pleasurable view of Zoro’s struggle.

“Sanji,” picking the cup of coffee, your gaze fixed at him. “I can handle myself very well. Sunny is safe with me, I assure you.”

Leaning against the foremast, Sanji hums – acknowledging your claims. “I know but it wouldn’t hurt to accompany a lady, would it?”

Instead of arguing, you just let him with his desire. There is no point in rejecting his kindness, you are not going to win especially when he sets his mind on it. It has always been like this whenever you’re on patrol for the night, Sanji would accompany you — not that you despise it, as-a-matter of fact, his presence is relaxing to be around. Contrary to his usual demeanors around women, Sanji is a sensible person to talk to — a fact that you have come to notice for quite some time.

“You could simply say that you missed my company,” a soft tittered escaped from you.

Sanji laughs at your plain-spoken character; he has always been fascinated with your outspoken behavior. Most times, it stupefies him but in a good way; you can leave him gob smacked for all he cares.

“Touché,” he surrenders.

Every night when Sanji troubles himself to stay awake just to accompany you - was also the time that the two of you would talk over things that aren’t relevant to the adventures and plans of the crew. It can be the simplest: what would you be if Luffy didn’t invite you to be part of the crew? Or how vast the sky is compared to the deepness of the sea —to the concept of rationality when it comes to practicality.

Tucking a hair behind your ear, you glanced at the sky with myriads of stars that shared your calmness. “Even the sky just seems to be at ease of everything; I hope it is a portent to what’s waiting for us at the Land of Wano.”

“Does it scare you?”

“Ahuh,” you replied, still admiring the view above. “I don’t know what will happen, but I know we will survive…” lowering your gaze, a hint of fragility was evident through your eyes. “But there is nothing that horrifies me the most with the idea of having an incomplete crew.”

At the sight of fear from your eyes, Sanji recalled how you bawled your eyes to sleep back at the events in Water Seven, and how you were shaking as you tried to compose yourself with the idea of Usopp and Luffy’s fight. In addition to that, were his sudden departure and the confrontation between Luffy. It wasn’t just the navigator whom he scared; apart from Nami, you were shaken down to your core with the happenings that weaved out before your eyes. Unlike with your friend’s reaction, all you could do was to witness everything as your feet were glued to the ground — allowing yourself to shut down.

Sanji breaks the eye-contact, “I’m sorry,” he says. He couldn’t usher himself to look at you — knowing all too well how fragile you are when it comes to the crew. He knew how you suffered back at Water Seven, and he knows how heavy it was for you – along with the rest– to endure all those times of taking him back.

“Let’s not talk about the things that should be buried under the ground.”

Sanji’s eyes were still pierced on the ground. He and Nami already had a talk back at the island, but you on the other hand were not around in those times — trapped and ironically safe in the mirror world where you were located, with the unwavering hope of leaving the island with an accomplished agenda.

This was the first night of conversing in a talk with Sanji since taking him back from the Yonkou.

“I’m just glad that you’re back to us.”

Widened eyes, you met Sanji’s expression with a smile brimming with tenderness. It stayed like that for a while before a liquid in shade of red slowly came out of his nose and blasted him from his seat.

“I-I c-can’t… w-w-with the grandeur before m—” blood splats as he tried to recall how you were beaming with elegance, he was holding onto his bloody nose and kneeling on the ground, taken by your sight. “T-this is too… much.”

From your seat, you just chuckled at his comedic reaction. Really, you couldn’t stand men fawning over you whenever you docked at an island, but with the cook of the Straw Hat Pirates, you could let it slide.

Later on, when he finally regains composure and you stopped teasing him, afraid that he might suffer from loss of blood (and to prevent everyone from panicking, especially Chopper, since he has a rare blood), there was a long silence between the two, only the clinking of utensils against the plate and the sound of crumpling wrapper. Savoring the sweetness of the dessert, you turned to the person beside you with a spoon still in your mouth. A sudden frown crossed your face, it was an odd sight and for sure if the crew would see what you just saw, they would be mouth agape.

Sanji was eating a candy–mint with a wrapper crumpled in his hands. Unaware with the pair of eyes fixated at him, you seized the opportunity to study his bearing. It just then hits you, a gesture of him that he does whenever he’s with you, or that you’re near him.

“Why are you not smoking?” you popped up, tilting your head with an innocent look. “It always puzzles me how you never bring a cigar with you whenever we talk…” you placed your palm on his forehead – feeling his temperature. “You’re not sick either… should I ask Chopper to look after you?”

“Don’t you like the smell of cigarettes?”

Sanji has thought about it a lot of times, he notices how you gently waved your hand in the air when the smoke of his cigarette comes in contact with you. As he tries to understand you further, he has come to learn that you were never a fan of cigarettes, but you never said anything about it, making you almost too good for everyone. Therefore, he had to stay far from you, because Sanji knew that you would not say anything about it.

Although when he finally noticed it, unfortunately–for– him, Zoro also knows about it which explains why the green head would ask for your assistance (even if it wasn’t necessary) or he would call you just to make the cook stay as far away as possible. Because Zoro knows that Sanji would do anything for a woman, but sometimes their not–so–subtle bickering would end up a smack from Nami, one scenario was when the time — out of annoyance, Sanji blew all the smoke from his cigarette towards Zoro’s face which well… resulted in another fight.

Regardless of how Zoro makes you his human shield, Sanji is still willing to compromise for your sake, and by all means with the intent of getting back at the swordsman.

You nodded, contemplating as you held the cup of coffee he placed on top of the wooden bench that encircled the mast, “I don’t, yes — but I could make an exception,” you simply quipped, making a tight-lipped smile at the cook.

“And I could do the same,” he says before turning to the sky, savoring the mint flavor of the candy that he stole at the island where his nakama picked him.

If anyone ever knew the cook of the Straw Hat Pirates, they would answer three things: a great (worthless — Zoro’s description) cook, strong, and definitely he has a thing for women. Although some of it is true, in your eyes there's more to it — more than what everyone can ever think.

He has things for women but the shades of him are thick enough to be confused on who he truly is; Vinsmoke Sanji has never said anything a thing or two about it. Under the hue of the blue moon, he carefully took your hand and guided you to explore his identity in every possibility. This interlude from the imminent uncertainty of life allows you to see the different perspective of the picture because amongst everyone, in your presence is where Sanji's cards are exposed.

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simply-hyacinth · 2 years

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This might be too much to ask but could you do an L fanfiction where he finds out the reader has body issues (specifically a shy, female reader) . I have stretch marks, faded s.h. Scars, and on top of that, a face I’m not very proud of. I’ve never had anyone like me in return and i think my appearance might be a reason along with my mental problems so it makes me very insecure 🤣. I just want to know what it’s like to have someone care about me regardless of my insecurities. I probably am not making any sense though

I might revisit this and rewrite it again another time. I was trying to think of how L would react to such a thing, and he seems to be the type to simply dismiss it with a "Well I'm not even dating you for your looks", but that's obviously not the kindest thing to hear, so I tried to rethink it a bit. I apologize if it's messy and not quite what you wanted. Again, I'm not the most wonderful at these, but I do try my best.

You had decided to take the day off to spend it with L. He was so rarely in town that you felt it was best if you were able to make the most of your time with him when he was. Despite your conscious efforts to restrain yourself from asking him about his work and what was causing those awful dark circles underneath his eyes, your facial expressions gave away your silent questions anyways.

“It is nothing to worry about,” He stated simply. “Just a particularly difficult month.”

“Do you need anything?” You asked him quietly.

He shook his head softly. “I would much rather just enjoy my time with you while I can. I should thank you for taking me here, before I forget.”

You had thought it would be nice to have a little picnic with him in the park. The trees were a plethora of vibrant reds and oranges, and you and L were both dressed in hand-knitted sweaters that you may or may not have forced him to wear.

The sleeves of your sweater were long enough to cover up the scars that you feared he would see, and you were careful not to roll them up around him.

After the picnic and a little walk around the park, the two of you headed back to your apartment. The chilly fall air stung your cheeks as you walked, and despite your hand being tucked into L’s, it was still beginning to freeze over.

The warmth from your apartment was a welcome feeling, but one you quickly realized was overbearing in your thicker sweater. L had already taken his off, leaving him in nothing but the plain white shirt he had been wearing when he arrived.

“That’s new.”

“Hmm?” You asked, looking towards where he was pointing. A little framed picture of the two of you - the only picture you had of the both of you - sat on your bookshelf, centered amongst several other little objects. Your face burned with embarrassment. “Oh, sorry.”

“For what?” He mused, walking over to it. “Oh, I remember this day. You tried jelly-filled donuts for the first time.”

That was not how you remembered the day. You recalled staring into the mirror for over an hour, picking at every miniscule detail about yourself, so worried that he would notice all the flaws that you saw in yourself every day.

But, it was the only picture you had with him, so regardless of the memories, it got framed.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m surprised you remembered.”

“I remember every interaction with you.” He responded softly before looking over. “It’s quite warm in here. Is the sweater not making you too hot?”

“I don’t mind.” You lied, very much burning up underneath the heavy material. You shuffled towards the kitchen and tried to change the subject. “Do you want dinner?”

He nodded, regarding you with a look you couldn’t quite decipher.

Throughout the rest of the night, you weren’t quite able to disguise your discomfort as well as you thought you could, even after turning the heat down. You didn’t have any clean long sleeve shirts to change into, so you were stuck with the sweater.

And L - oh, lovely and observable L, had quickly noticed your anxiety, although he did not speak on it until later into the evening.

“Have I made you uncomfortable?”

You turned around swiftly, eyes wide. “No! No, not at all! Why would you think that?”

“You seem terribly nervous, much more than when we were out earlier. I wasn’t sure if I had done something to cause it. I would not have said anything had you not lectured me previously about my lack of communication.” He pressed his thumb to his lips, not quite meeting your eyes as he spoke.

A warm flush bloomed in your cheeks and you couldn’t look at him. “It’s not that. It’s something else.”

“Elaborate?”

“It’s dumb, really.” You said quickly, half waving it away with your hand.

“I can be the judge of that.”

You wrap your arms around yourself, despite the growing heat. “I just…uh, I’m not the biggest fan of how I look I suppose. I wear a lot of sweaters and jackets to cover up what I’m not comfortable with, and I didn’t want you to see anything. Which is stupid, I know,” You cut him off before he can speak. “But you just tend to notice everything, and this was one thing I didn’t want you to.”

L was quiet for a minute, and then he let out a low chuckle, much to your surprise. You stared at him in shock. “Are you laughing at me?”

“Not at all.” He straightened up,something he didn’t do often. “I was not aware that you thought this was something I would care about.”

Your face was burning now, your moment of vulnerability cut through by his reaction. “Well, I mean - wait what?”

He shrugged. “I have had similar thoughts, if I am honest with you. I am certainly not physically appealing - “

“That’s not true at all.” You retorted.

“In that case, would you believe me if I said you were the most beautiful person to me?” His words were casual, so casual that you wondered what kind of conversation you were even having. “To continue to be honest, I never gave much consideration to the way you looked.”

“Wow, okay.”

“Oh? So you like me purely for my body then?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“No!” You said with such force that it sounded more like an insult than you realized. “I mean, no, I liked you for your personality.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “The same holds true for me about you. Which is why you are the most beautiful person to me. I have never met anyone quite like you.”

“You haven’t properly met many women at all.” You muttered. “Wait, go back to that beautiful thing?”

He looked you in the eye now. “Would you believe me if I said that I love you regardless of whatever flaws you may think you have?”

You try not to stutter over your words as you respond. “I - I guess. If you believe the same for me - that I love you despite how you look as well.”

He gave you a delicate little smile. “Thank you.”

You sighed with relief. You knew he wouldn’t have left you for your looks, but hearing him tell you that he loved you no matter what you looked like was a reassurance regardless.

It also meant that you could take this awfully hot sweater off without worry.

#simplyhyacinth #deathnote #deathnote x reader #deathnote fanfiction #l lawliet #l x reader #lawliet x reader #fanfiction #l death note #l x you

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c-rose2081 · 1 year

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Of Sparrows & Tears

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I haven’t posted any writing in a bit. Thinking about Grace again. Always thinking about her; my depressed little blorbo.

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Grace recalled the day she buried a sparrow in the backyard. It had struck her window, rattling the glass and startling a frail little girl from her bed. The bird was unremarkable, brown and white with ratty wingtips and a missing foot. It didn’t move—not even a twitch—as Grace opened the window to retrieve it. The sparrow had died. In any other circumstance or at any other time, no one would’ve cared that the bird was deceased. They were mindless, dirty creatures that pecked at garden fruits or chirped incessantly in the early mornings. But this bird had landed at Grace Constantine’s window, which meant at least one person now cared about it.

She didn’t weep for the creature, but held the corpse in her hands, studying it. The sparrow was frail, just like her. It was dying before it ever hit the window. Its lifeless eyes were glassy and pale; possibly even blind. Laying the bird across her desk, Grace left to find a proper casket for it. She wandered the bedroom in mournful silence, searching for something suitable. She found many things, boxes and bags that were well enough. But none felt right. That was until, from under the bed, she found a pretty pink hatbox—one that still had a hat inside. Removing it, Grace returned to the dead sparrow with her find.

The bird hardly seemed pretty enough to put in such a wonderful casket. It was old and scraggly, its ratty feathers falling out to litter her floor. But Grace placed it inside anyway, tucking once beautiful wings neatly by its side. She tied the lid on with a satin ribbon, making sure the bow was neat before leaving the bedroom.

Mother and Father were both busy. She could hear Pa in the study, chatting loudly with men who had come to visit that morning. Ma was in the library, the constant clacking of her typewriter alluding to her preoccupation. Grace didn’t mind; she didn’t need to bother them. Leaving the house through the back door, the winter air was crisp and made her sniffle. She hadn’t thought about bringing a jacket, but it felt silly to go back inside now. Crossing their small garden, the grass was cold with lingering frost. Mr. Harden, the gardener Pa hired, was working on the fence. Grace went to him, standing patiently nearby to be noticed. He jumped at seeing her.

“Crikey, Miss Grace! Don’t sneak up on me like that,” he said, holding his heart as he stood from a crouched position. “Don’t you know it’s bad form to scare an old man? You’ll give him a heart attack.”

“Sorry.”

“That’s alright, lass. What are you doing out here? Last I checked, you were supposed to be bundled up warm in your bed.”

“I was. But now I need to bury this.” Grace held out the box, showing it to Mr. Harden. “It’s very important.”

“Oh?” The man’s bushy brows rose in question. “What’s in there that needs to go in the ground?”

“A dead sparrow.”

“I see. And, you want to bury the thing good and proper, yeah?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hm. Well alright, Miss Grace. Wait here, I’ll be right back.” Grace did so, holding the hatbox tightly. When Mr. Harden returned, he had a shovel resting on one shoulder. “Where too, Miss?”

Grace wasn’t sure, so they wandered in silence for a bit, looking for the perfect spot. A small plot right under the apple tree was agreed upon. Mr. Harden made quick work of the hole, piling up dirt and bark. He was puffing billows of smoke by the time Grace gently deposited the hatbox into the ground, her fingers shivering with chill. She should’ve brought a jacket.

“Have any words to say, Miss?”

“Words?” Grace returned to her feet, brushing dirt off her pale nightgown. “What do you mean?”

Mr. Harden leaned on his shovel.

“Ain’t it polite to say a few words to remember those dead? Maybe cry a bit?”

“I don’t know.”

“No, I don’t suppose you would,” Mr. Harden mused, frowning. “Not even an inkling of tears for the poor creature, lass?”

“It was frail and sad,” Grace admitted, kicking one foot behind her ankle and rocking on her heels. “He was already dying.”

“Aye, maybe so. But it’s normal to cry when things pass away. Even if it’s small.”

“Oh. I…didn’t know that.”

“It’s alright. I’ll say a few words instead, how bout’ that?”

Grace nodded her agreement, still staring at the box as Mr. Harden began to say his words. She didn’t know why saying anything to the dead was necessary, seeing as they were dead. Why waste tears or breaths on something that would never be alive again? Still, despite not feeling anything but the cold winter air, Grace politely listened to Mr. Harden's eulogy. “Oh creature of nature, here we stand to send you into your next life. You brought much beauty to this world, and we’re sure you’ll bring much beauty into the next. Bless your tiny soul, in our great God’s name. Amen.”

“Amen.”

She waited quietly as Mr. Harden began to cover the hatbox, it’s pretty pink and white stripes vanishing under brown, cold debris. Grace lifted her head as something cold landed on the end of her nose. It was beginning to snow, explaining the freezing temperature. Mr. Harden had just moved the last shovel of dirt when the back door slammed open, startling them both.

“Grace Constantine!” Father’s voice was like thunder from the stoop. Mr. Harden instantly straightened up, hastily removing his cloth cap. “What on earth are you doing!”

Mother skirted past Father in the doorway, a blanket in her hands. She wrapped Grace up in it and scooped her from the ground.

“You’re freezing, Grace. What were you thinking?”

“But Mother….”

“No ‘but’s’, it’s too cold for you to be out here in nothing but a nightdress. Why did you leave your room?”

“I wanted to bury him.”

“Bury who?” Mother placed her palm against her young daughter's forehead, tutting. “You’re burning up. Come, you need to rest.”

Grace wiggled, but eventually resigned to resting on her Mother’s chest, drowsy with sleep and chill. Mr. Harden’s eulogy played on a loop in her mind as she was brought back inside. What good did speaking with the dead do, anyway? Mother tucked her back in; sleep came fast. It was terribly cold outside, after all. And Grace hadn’t thought to bring a jacket. It was already getting dark when she heard talking outside her door, waking her. The house was faintly glowing with nighttime lights.

“…Mr. Harden is perturbed, my love.” Father whispered, the bedroom door open just enough to allow two silhouettes to peek through.

“Perturbed? What do you mean, Ulysses?”

“Children cry when they see dead things. It’s the normal thing to do. Harden said there wasn’t a tear from our child’s eye over a dead sparrow.”

“So? Grace has never been a fussy girl. She wanted to bury the poor thing, that must count for something.”

“I’m worried about her, Estelle,” Father admitted. “Mr. Harden said she was confused when he asked her to say a few words to send the sparrow off. And why didn’t she come inside when it was cold? Certainly she knows better.”

“You know as well as I that Grace doesn’t pay attention to those kinds of things. Remember yesterday when she forgot to put her shoes on?”

“Of course I do. But Gracie is just so stoic, darling. It’s not normal. Children are meant to be emotional, it’s how they grow. Perhaps it was a mistake not sending her to school. She hardly has anyone her age to talk to.”

“Absolutely not. We’ve already discussed this.” Mother clacked a heel against the floor, her irritation with Pa obvious. “Grace isn’t strong enough for that. Other children carry diseases, or they roughhouse and hurt each other. It’s not safe. She’s better off here, where we can keep an eye on her.”

“Then perhaps a specialist? Just to check and make sure nothing is wrong.”

“There’s nothing wrong with our little girl, Ulysses,” Mother said, waving a hand to end the conversation. “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”

“Estelle please….”

Mother walked off, her shoes clicking away. Father chased after her, closing the bedroom door before leaving. Grace stared at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the plaster. Was she really not normal? Crying for the bird seemed like a silly thing to do. It was just an animal, after all. She’d done what was appropriate in burying it, but what else was there? Leaving the bed with a blanket in one hand, Grace shuffled to her bookshelves, pulling all of them out and to the floor. By the light of a very dim lamp, she flicked through the various pages and pictures.

Most times, when someone got hurt, or lost, or was sad in her books, they cried. The ugly duckling cried when no one wanted him. Hansel cried when he was separated from Gretel. Grace frowned, puzzling over the concept. She didn’t feel the need to cry over the sparrow; it was peacefully in the ground. Probably better off, since it wasn’t living in misery anymore. What was there to cry over? She didn’t really understand.

Replacing the books onto the shelf, Grace squinted in concentration. She clenched her fists and held her eyelids open till they watered and became swollen. She sputtered and sniffled, forcing the tears out with an incredible amount of effort. She didn’t feel any different now than she did before. But she was crying, like she was supposed to.

“Mama, papa!”

Grace wailed for her parents as loud as she could, continuing to forcibly cry until they arrived. Ma scooped her up at once, mumbling incomprehensible things in her ear: telling her it would be alright, shushing her weeping with soft tutting. Pa gently stroked her hair, smoothing the chestnut strands with his tobacco stained fingers. Despite being cradled between her parents, loved and catered to as a result of her newfound tears, it all felt bitter. Like a lie being told. But Grace looked to her father, diamonds still glistening on her lids, and he seemed to relax. Tears, after all, were normal for children. He didn’t want a stoic daughter.

Therefore tears are what she would give to him.

Even if they were all a lie.

#Grace Constantine #writing #literature #original story #my writing #oc #original character #text post #long post #world building #story post

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bphantom01 · 1 year

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ARC V MONTH DAY 18 - D/D/D - Different Dimension Day

A kind-of manga-inspired AU (but not rlly? Idrk) Just a lil over 800 words.

A/N: HEADS UP i haven't read all of the manga (literally like only some chapters in, and I forgot reading abt it for a long time. Yeah I should go finish reading that soon… (from what I've heard, excluding that one scene, its good anyway. And it did pique my interest for a bit).

And bc of that, this doesn't take place in any part of the Manga (& only contains some elements from it if ud even count em) so its literally an AU. Also, Yuya & Yuzu aren't here. Let's say they're just sleeping somewhere in their head for this one.

This is kinda inspired by this post & one of @/tetsuya04's (not sure if I should tag u :,)) recent b-girls in the manga art!

Relationships: Light Yuto/Ruri, everything else is platonic (I'm getting bored of writing that lol...)

Warnings: exactly two ‘shit’ words i think

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‘Over there, Ruri,’ a voice whispered into her mind. ‘That's him, right? Or at least the brother of the guy—the one we knew traveled from the past to this timeline, like us.’

‘Yes, Rin. That's him alright,’ Ruri thought back, peering at a certain boy from the corner of the small bar she was in.

‘Oh good, we finally got him,’ another voice whispered within her mind. ‘One of those Sakakis… Quick, we should get that USB from him while he's just sitting there.’

Ruri sighed. Serena, impatient as usual. ‘Yes, yes. I'm going.’

She stepped out of the shadows unnoticed.

—

‘But Yuri,’ Yuto thought as he drank some chocolate milk. ‘We're doing this for Yuya, remember…? It's for his sake.’

Things have been a bit complicated recently for Yuto and his brothers… And there was the possibility of Yuya knowing the truth and getting caught by Reiji…

Somebody accidentally fell onto him, making him spit some of the chocolate out.

He looked at the floor to see who it was, but he couldn't make out who they were as they sported a midnight blue cloak.

“Ahh, sorry…” The person apologized, kneeling to try and regain themself. By the tone of voice though, he made out that the person was female. “My mind has not been functioning correctly recently… and maybe I had a little too much drinks.”

Yuto smiled at them. “That's alright, ma'am. Do you need help?”

“Oh no, I'm alright. Thank you, though.”

When the person got up, Yuto saw some purple strands of hair spill from the hood of their cloak.

And when the person looked down on him, he was met with the most gorgeous pink eyes he's seen.

Something about them rang a bell in Yuto's heart and mind, almost enough to make him fully remember a memory…

A certain, small memory from a long time ago, one that seemed to be felt with joy and laughter.

It's been a long time since he's recalled something like that that didn't include his brothers.

‘Yuto-nii?’ Yugo called. ‘Why're you frozen? Are you okay?'

‘I'm fine, Yugo.’ “Well then ma'am, suit yourself. Be careful next time.”

“Will do.”

Another chord was struck.

That voice… He hadn't noticed it before, but it was… Familiar.

‘Hey guys… Does that person look familiar to you? And her voice, too?'

‘Well, it certainly made me feel something…’ Yugo mused, his metaphysical self seen only by Yuto and the rest of the brothers observing the woman with wild interest.

‘Yes, I agree with Yugo here. She sure does ring a bell, at least for me, too,’ Yuri agreed. That person sure caught their interest, and in an unusual manner, too.

Yuto decided to try and see who it was. He got up. “Excuse me, ma'am, but can you—’

‘Do you mind me asking about your name?’ Yuri interrupted. ‘Sheesh, know how to be polite, brother.’

“—do you mind me asking about your name?” Yuto quickly corrected, as even if it wasn't necessary, Yuri would continue to insist anyway.

“I do, actually,” she responded, although rather gloomily. “Why'd you want to know my name?”

With the other person, voices raced in her head.

‘Ruri!’

‘Oh come on, there you go again, falling for his charms.’

‘Says the one who keeps teasing her for crushing on him in the first place.’

‘Oh shut up, Rin. And that was years ago.’

‘Girls! Stop it,’ Ruri interfered. ‘I'll try my best… Gee…’

“Just out of curiosity,” Yuto shrugged.

Ruri looked down. “My name…” She paused.

‘Ohhh no…’ Rin said, clearly unamused. ‘Don't—’

“Ruri. Ruri Kurosaki.”

‘Ah, shit. Get ready for the chase.’

That was all it took for Yuto.

Suddenly, it was like a locked chest had suddenly been opened in his mind, causing a plethora of memories to rush their way into his—and his brothers’—brain.

‘What is all this!?’ Yugo exclaimed.

‘Memories, Yugo…’ Yuri clarified, also amazed at the sudden remembering. ‘Memories hidden and abandoned, left to decay and be forgotten because of the mission we set for ourselves to get Yuya out of this mess.’

“Ruri…” Yuto muttered.

If he recalled correctly, he was the sister of a dear old best friend of his, someone named Shun Kurosaki.

And also… His long lost crush. Her… Occasionally, he does think of her and her family… But to see her in person…

“Well, I'm off now,” Ruri nodded, pulling the hood of her cloak to her face, “...Yuto.” She walked to the other side of the bar, where another door was.

She knew his name!

‘Wait, if they're here too...Yuto, the USB, is it still there?’ Yugo asked, floating around him in search of it.

Yuto himself checked his pockets, but the USB wasn't anywhere in them. “Oh, shit…!”

He then looked at Ruri. “Wait, Ruri, how-how'd you get here!? And the USB—”

But before she could answer, she had already left the room.

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Ending A/N: uhhh i wanted to post this on manga day but decided eh and posted it now.

Now this is just and idea, but I'm thinking of idk maybe writing one one day (don't hope on this too much ill prolly give up on the thing) myself? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ def with more emotion, influence of backstory, & other plot-related things when I may plan the thing.

But if someone else wud/cud do it, I might (emphasis on might) give it a read ;))

#arcvmonth2023 #arcvmonth #arc v #tbh ive been thinking of the manga au for a rlly long time...#but i havent rlly considered actually doing it #yuto arc v #ruri kurosaki #just tagging the physical guys #yugioh arc v #manga au

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rickgrimesdoingrickthings · 1 year

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Introspection - ☠️ - does your muse fear death? 👻 - recall one or more times your muse has been the most scared or fearful 💢 - what would cause your muse to be annoyed Flaws - 👀 - is your muse prone to jealousy? 🔷️ - is your muse good or bad at lying? 🤜 - is your muse overprotective? in-between? or not protective/concerned enough?

1- Yes, Rick fears death, but not for his own sake. He knows he's useful alive, specially to provide for those he loves. When he was near death, his dreams seemed to be his mind fighting about if either he should accept his death or not. He fights and does his best to run from his death, but the moment he sees the walkers will cross the bridge and hit Hilltop and his friends are about to risk their lives to save him (so one person or more could die trying to save Rick and that's something he doesn't want), Rick then turns the game upside down completely and walks towards his own death by shooting the bridge making it explode, so none of his friends die, saving Hilltop. He didn't die because Jadis was there but he definitely thought he would.

When Carl was about to be abused in front of him by the Claimers. (Probably Michonne and himself also would be but the first one would be Carl).

When the claimers entered the house he was resting in, he was weak and hurt and had to hide to escape.

When him and his group were about to have their throats slit at Terminus.

When Negan cornered the group and executed Abraham and Glenn.

When he woke up from coma and saw the world ruined and his family gone.

When he got shot before the outbreak.

At the CDC when he found out it would self destroy.

3- To take some cuter, lighter turn, what would annoy Rick, well, being poked, being laughed at, making stupid mistakes in front of others like tripping. He seems to be a very reserved guy, so I think being cat called or flirted by people he doesn't have intimacy with would annoy him a lot, specially if in the front of others, as well as being naked/half naked in front of anyone other than his partner. Rick hates feeling vulnerable in front of anyone and people mentioning any of the stated things above would annoy him as well, such as telling one time he did something embarrassing in front of others. He might take it lightly and laugh along depending of his mood, but naturally it's something that would annoy him.

4- Yes, I believe Rick is VERY prone to jealously. Because he wants to be your superman, you hero, your conqueror (just like the song). No, he won't admit that. He is possessive but more in the sense of protecting and less in the sense of owning. He will be jealous and suffer in silence while giving some endearing subtle signs he wants attention (or the will confront the third party that is receiving the attention he thinks he's supposed to get). Anyway, I don't think he's jealously toxic, he will just poke the person for some attention and if he never gets it he will just become more distant.

5- Rick is very good at lying. Besides being very intelligent, he has his police training to support him how to read people and understand their behavior. He's not just a great liar, he's also a great manipulator.

6- Rick is protective, but not OVER protective. Considering the world of the apocalypse, of course he will be extra careful about his son and the people he loves, but he isn't locking them in a room to keep them safe, he is teaching them how to fight and empowering them. Rick empowers the people he cares about, teach them how to survive, how to shoot, how to hide and behave, if the person is willing to listen to him. He gets mad and hates when they take unnecessary risk, but if the person shows Rick they're ready to fight, he will gladly fight by their side and help cover their back instead of having them not fight at all. Now, concerned, YES. Always, all the time, Rick is very concerned and fights himself a lot so he allows more freedom to his loved ones.

@wexarethewalkingxdead

#wexarethewalkingxdead #character analysis #rick grimes #rick twd #twd #andrew lincoln #rick grimes the walking dead #the walking dead rick

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littlelesbinonny · 1 year

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The Devil’s Den

Chapter 8: In Which Unraveling Begins

You can read this also on Ao3 at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

Alcina.

You wanted to repeat it, say it out loud just to feel it on your tongue, taste it, understand the vibrations as it left your lips, but you didn't get a chance. She was closing the space between you once more.

Inebriated as you were if she was going to bite you, drain you, and kill you, you never would have had the time to react to save yourself. But then, you weren't sure you would have tried anyway. Killed, by her? What a way to go.

Only she didn't do anything. She just stood closer to you, both of you staring at one another from the easy foot of height difference, before you watched her chest heave with a breath.

"And what... is your name?"

You weren't sure you would ever get used to the sound of her voice. It sent shivers through your spine like an electric pulse.

As caught up in her as you were, you forgot you were a whole ass person for a second.

Yeah, you had a name. What was it again?

You blinked some moisture back into your eyes, swallowed, and gave it to her.

Alcina relished in its sound; it had a familiarity, a comfort behind it, something she wanted to grasp with her hands and rub softly against her cheek. She wanted to slip right into the crystalline abyss that was you. So many edges and shining surfaces. Glimmering like an undiscovered cavern of gems and immeasurable treasures.

Reaching out again Alcina's thumb caressed your cheek bone down to your chin, lifting your gaze just gently enough you almost rested your face against her chest.

Her face threatened a smile but didn't give it, "What do you remember about that night?" she asked, unwavering in her cool tone.

"Uh..." you began as you pawed through your bunker of memories, "the club... the screechy music, the creepy dancers... you... your... bite."

She mused briefly at your pause and urged you on, "Is that all?"

Your gaze on her fell away as you tried to dredge up more, but that really was all you could recall for visually. There seemed also to be a feeling of comfort and rest, maybe hazy confusion, but everything after that was blank.

"Yeah, that's it."

A breeze of relief brushed over Alcina. She was grateful you didn't remember her bringing you back to her manor. She hummed once more and turned on her heels, seeking out the chair in the corner.

Watching after her as she left you there, you felt like the air had been sucked from your lungs. Taking the last swig of your wine you slowly followed after her, taking a perch on your disheveled couch that was barely arms reach away.

"Should I remember more?" you inquired curiously.

Alcina smirked. No, you should not, she thought to herself. Instead she shook her head slowly, "No," was all she offered.

"Hmm... wasn't it on our second meeting you said I shouldn't remember anything at all, though?"

"And?"

Oof. She was a tough one.

Snickering only a little you rubbed your nose and then sat your chin in the palm of your hand as you looked her over.

She was stunning. Like one of those paintings by the masters that the eyes followed you everywhere around a room. Wholly unreadable, the only thing you could do was assume, guess, make up your own story, and the solid fact remaining was the desire to look harder, longer.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

"I was gunna die that night, wasn't I?"

That wasn't so much a question as it was you trying to casually pull the words out of her mouth. Alcina didn't know if she should answer that. Didn't know how much to reveal so soon, and yet she felt as though spilling the contents of all her baggage in front of you wouldn't faze you one bit. Oh well, if she scared you off now it would hopefully prove a better outcome for the both of you, right?

"Yes. You were," her timbre, low and contemplative, replied.

"Why'd you save me?"

Stop that, Alcina scoffed to herself, stop making me relive my actions, stop making me think and feel and want and need, stop making me feel... human, again.

Shifting gently Alcina thumbed the arm of your chair and refocused, "I was being selfish."

...What?

What the hell did that mean?

You couldn't stop the inevitable tilt of your head at her admission and you licked your lips, "Selfish... how?"

Alcina huffed almost loudly but decided to entertain this; "To tell you the truth I despise the sacrifice nights. Not that I expect you to know what that is, but to put it simply it's one night a month the vampires I... see over are allowed to act upon their ridiculous, primeval, animalistic urges. One human and one human only is brought down. They feast, and it's over and done with. I... did not feel like letting you go to waste."

Well that sure as fuck wasn't a response you could have conjured up in your mind on any given day of the week. Huh. You legitimately could not grasp the fact you were having this conversation, that any of this was real. This was just getting more and more interesting.

You leaned a little bit harder in your palm. Somehow you could tell there was more to it than that. There had to be. But you'd leave it alone for now, you had so many other questions bubbling like dish soap in a water fountain.

"So, vampires don't just kill at will whenever they want?"

This was not going as planned. Why were you asking more questions and not running away from this, and her?

"No, we don't."

Your eager, urging look called out another huff at your persistence, "Many, many years ago we passed a law that helps regulate the ending of human life. There are too many vampires now and the world has evolved too much to continue the lifestyle we were able to keep hundreds of years ago. If we wanted to continue to live and survive, we had to change our ways."

"So what's the law, exactly?"

"One kill a month, per clan."

Per clan. How many fucking vampires were there?

"O... k... how do you all survive in the meantime?"

Was this human serious? Run, you fool!

"Fledglings are trained how to incapacitate a human, drink only what they need, and leave them to recover unharmed. And, blood wine."

"Blood wine?"

Alcina finally rolled her eyes, "You are awfully curious."

"Hey, it's not my fault you turned my world upside down and let me live and wonder," you chuckled, "you and I both gotta come to terms here... you let me live, you've been tailing me ever since, and now you're here in my living room. So. Look me in the eyes and tell me you're not just as intrigued as I am."

You wreched, little...

She tongued her teeth at you.

"Fine," Alcina retorted, "why don't you tell me something about you. I grow weary of talk of vampires..."

It was nearing 4 in the morning and you didn't feel an ounce of tiredness. You don't know if she had you under some spell but once most of the haze of your wine wore off you felt alive and eager.

The two of you had talked for 5 hours straight. Mostly about you, unfortunately. Every time you would try to swerve into her lane she'd redirect the conversation. You'd get her, eventually.

Alcina felt more and more like the home you never knew.

A vampire. Felt like home.

Whatever.

But you were in the rarest form you'd ever been in for conversation; you opened up like a blossoming rose at any question she asked you. You were never this honest and open with anyone. For some unthinkable reason you knew you could trust her with anything, and not just because, who was she going tell, but because she was wholly receiving of you. You'd never met anyone in your whole life who made you feel this way.

She listened to you. She comprehended what you had to say; assimilated your words and every underlying tone or hint of whatever lie beneath it. Not once did she flinch. Whether or not she was just a great wall of bluff, somehow deep inside you knew it was real, genuine.

You didn't want this to end.

Neither did she.

It had been too long since Alcina had found herself lost in the whims of another, or anything of real importance outside of her girls. You were becoming an elixir quenching her thirsts droplet by droplet. It was almost as if she could feel her heartbeat once again, a warmth in her body, a truly tangible softness and spark of life. Your story was a sad poetry, and yet, it was refreshing to connect, to see and feel the hope still within your soul. Even through all your trails and tribulations you were strong and solid as any hundred year old tree, always reaching for the sun for growth, even if you couldn't see it happen.

Fear still held her reigns, but she pressed on in a silent desperation to meet you in the middle. You had no fear. No qualms. No reservations. She could feel your overwhelming draw towards her just as she had for you. You should both be running in the opposite direction.

Instead, you were both charging head on towards each other.

The more pronounced tick of the clock on the wall alerted you both to the hour.

A silence fell. So did both of your hearts.

"The sun will be up soon," you began running your fingers through your hair, trying to mask your urgency and sadness, "come on, I'll walk you to the balcony."

Alcina watched in masked bewilderment at your quick movement off the couch, but more from the concern covering your words.

You were worried about her getting back safely.

A pang of something struck her as she slowly rose from the chair and straightened out her clothes.

Doing her best to ignore the worry and panic rising in you, she followed you into your bedroom and placed her hand on your shoulder as you slid the glass door open. The Manhattan air flooded in but you were still all she could smell, touch, and taste.

The way you looked up at her caused her to clench her teeth to keep her emotions at bay.

Her hand felt like fire on your shoulder even though you knew it wasn't true. You knew your time was up. Unknowing if you'd see her again, hoping, wishing, wanting to grab her and hug her. Hold her. Kiss her.

Shit.

No. No no.

"Quiet your mind, pet."

Came her soothing voice. Her eyes were so bright, pale, and yet striking as a sunrise all at the same time. You wanted to touch her.

She may as well have been reading your thoughts because in that second Alcina was cupping your face delicately with her hands.

Wait. Where were her gloves?

Her hands were soft and sturdy, albeit cool, but firm and gentle too. You sighed and didn't care she heard or saw it. It was all you could do to stop yourself from snuggling into her and beg for embrace. Only her gaze kept your frozen.

Alcina's insides took a tumble as she held you there, the warmth of your skin, the need and desire in your eyes. Oh, how she wanted to give in.

She knew your feelings were genuine but you were still just inebriated enough, she couldn't. No, this would not be like this.

One hand dropped to hold your chin while the other trailed her fingertips around the left side of your face, the gentlest scraping on her sharp nails grazing your flesh.

Without realizing it your hands had reached out and were now resting, palms spread, over her middle, just above her hips. You felt her hitch, as hidden as she tried to make it, but you didn't pull back. Neither did she.

You were about to take a breath to speak but she was already retreating from you, ducking slightly through the doorframe, and was gone out into the night.

Of course you rushed right after her.

"W-wait! Will I see you again?!" you called out.

Silence.

She was gone.

Perching and leaning over the banister you looked and looked but saw no traces of your lady vampire.

Goddamn her.

You hung your head and smiled sheepishly to yourself. You felt pretty pathetic right now; you were hung up hard. Alcina, you thought, what the fuck is this game we're playing?

There was a bickering mess of thoughts and shouts in the recesses of your head, but at the forefront was Alcina; standing tall and foreboding, keeping anything else from reaching you.

The skyline was still dark but you knew the sun would be peaking up soon. All you hoped was she made it back, wherever she came from, safely.

As you headed back inside you closed the balcony door and locked it. Shuffling over to your bed, just as you were going to fall face first into your mattress, something caught your eye.

Her gloves.

Oh. Oh there was no way she would have left these by accident. No, this was intentional. You knew very little about this woman but what you did know was that everything she did had a reason behind it. This must be her silent way of saying; 'yes, I'll be back.'

You couldn't have snatched them up fast enough. Bringing them closer you eyed the fine black leather, felt the softness that told you these were well worn and used. You spanned your hand over one of them and smiled at the size difference. God, her fingers were so long and slender.

On the back of the gloves was something carved into the leather. It looked like a flower (a rose maybe?) in full bloom, with two swords crossed behind it, and what looked like an 'A. D.' below the bottom of the petal.

A. D.

Surely the A stood for her name, so, Alcina... Alcina what?

Refusing to give into your embarrassment you brought the leather to your nose and breathed them in. Ah yes; the sensual residual of her perfume was fused inside the leather and it caused you to audibly sigh.

Finally falling onto your bed, you kept the gloves close. Fuck it if it was weird. It was all you had of her outside your mind. You would happily take it.

The smallest of grins had tacked up the sides of Alcina's lips as she strode through the decently vacant city streets.

You were going to prove a most beautiful, difficult, and trying endeavor.

There was still something about you, something so deep under the surface she could not see it or feel it. You, a little orphan, no family, no ties, no history of where you came from. Something about that was odd, especially these days, but, perhaps it wasn't too impossible? Still, it made you unmistakably irresistible to her. Not just because of the curiosity, the pull, the needful seeking that came with you, it was more than unspoken infatuation.

Alcina entered the church silently and began to set off towards the underground entrance, however a dark figure perched in a pew in the cathedral caught her attention immediately. Donna.

She wafted her way to the row in which she sat and glided in to sit next to her. Donna didn't look at her and Alcina kept her gaze forward, observing the same gawdy display of Christianity.

"And what brings you to this side of the city, dear friend?" she asked smoothly, crossing her long legs and folding her ungloved hands on her knees.

"You," Donna replied just as softly, "you have an unmistakable electricity about you, you know. Following or finding you isn't hard when you're me."

Donna had an innate sensibility about things like that. She could feel something coming miles away. Sense an impending disaster, a wayward mishap, or any kind of intentions in general. And, she of course was Alcina's best friend, so her familiarity with all things her was just as strong.

Her brows furrowed slightly at her comment, but Alcina didn't react, "You followed me because?"

"I suppose I misspoke; I didn't follow you perse, but I did want to seek you out outside of the city."

"What for?"

"I spoke to Mother Miranda."

The silence after that made Alcina's skin prickle slightly, but instead of fear it was annoyance.

"And?"

Donna finally turned to look at her friend, "She seemed unbothered by the whole situation, so I'm hoping Salvatore's whining and exaggerations, if he gave any, were truly dismissed."

"Good."

Alcina's response was too nonchalant for Donna and she dared tread the waters, but carefully, "Alcina... I will never tell you what to do. I will never be on any side but yours, and I shall only say this once more; please, be careful with this girl."

She didn't look at her. Her eyes were too occupied studying the gold and myriad of color on the stained-glass windows. But Donna's words instilled a shortness of breath.

"If you're in my corner as much as you say you are, then you must do a better job of pretending nothing is happening," slate-colored eyes finally found Donna's, her plush red lips pursed just slightly, "the more you believe it the better off we all are."

The swiftness of Alcina's movement was always enough to send a person's head for a spin, but Donna could be just as quick.

She caught her by the arm at the back of the church and halted her, forcing her to stop and listen to what she had to say next, "Alcina. Please listen to me," Donna stated firmly and much too quiet for any human to hear, "too many of the vampires in the city are not on your side - "

"I know that!" Alcina hissed, baring her teeth.

"Then you understand they are always looking for a weakness, a moment, the right opportunity to strike at you!"

Alcina moved in even closer to Donna, not menacingly, but in her instinctual way to assert her dominance, "Of course I know that, I know it far too well. Do you think I've abandoned my guard?"

There was a slight slump in Donna's stature and she sighed, gripping to Alcina's arm now with care, "No, I don't think that. But I hear whispers and mutters you don't. I fear for you, for the girls, for us... You know I love you, and care for you, I don't know what would happen to us, or the underground city if you were to fall. You know how unruly and tainted so many of these vampires are. You are the only thing keeping order... Whatever I have left of my undead heart will shatter if something happens to you."

There was nothing truer than what she had just spoke, and Alcina knew that. She hated it. Hated to look at it, which is why she rarely ever did. The underground city was a ruthless cesspit of vampires just waiting to get off their leashes. They would tear her apart if ever given the chance. The lycans were true allies, yes, and solely sworn to her, but they too had their own who would take a bite at her neck if given the chance.

Alcina grabbed up Donna's hands as her rage mellowed, held them close to her chest and nodded mutely, "I know... I know. There is never an action I take that I don't consider. You and Angie truly are the honorary sisters I never had, and I love you for watching out for me, my girls, and everything else... I promise I will be careful. I promise."

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/reader #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #pining #lesbian #wlw #f/f #fanfic #fic #slow burn #donna beneviento

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The Time Archer Got Suspicious - 1

5 Times T'Pol Kept a Secret and 1 Time She Didn't

Archer stood by on the bridge and watched his tactical officer, his science officer, and his linguistics officer stare at each other and attempt to make some silent conversation. He had his suspicions about Lieutenant Reed and Ensign Sato, but that was because every time they disappeared down a corridor together, they were loud and giggled a lot. They could have just been friends, but if the rumors on a ship this small were true, there was no way it stopped at that. T’Pol, on the other hand, had no conceivable reason to be involved in the mischief between them.

Malcolm raised his eyebrows in response to something Hoshi had mouthed. He made some sign language which she nodded along to. T’Pol looked back and forth between them before quietly muttering something in Vulcan as if it were to herself rather than for Hoshi.

But Jon knew better. He had been captaining these kids for eons, now, and he knew each one’s body language a little too well. Malcolm was usually a stick in the mud; T’Pol usually kept her eyes on a screen; Hoshi would be in la-la land when she had a spare moment. The three of them talking like that? It had to mean something. There was no way it didn’t. He couldn’t get after them, anyway, since they all had about twenty more minutes before their off-hours. He just leaned against the rafters and watched the odd sight.

Hoshi laughed out loud. “T’Pol!” she scolded with a hiss. Jon was surprised he even heard it. He lifted himself off the rafter and moved in closer to hear the rest of the conversation. Hoshi continued: “What if Trip heard you say that?”

“He knows perfectly well what I think on the subject,” the Vulcan replied. She peered behind her and saw Archer before going back to Hoshi. “Pecan pie is not a delicacy I wish to consume. I see no point in nutritionless food at all. The captain, the commander, and I have had this conversation numerous times before.”

Hoshi beamed when she saw Archer. “Hi, Captain,” she greeted. “I’ve turned in my report already, so all that’s left is to stay alert for emergencies.”

“I figured,” he said, smiling a little. “What are you guys talking about, exactly?”

“What kind of cake we’d have at our weddings,” Sato responded. “T’Pol doesn’t like the idea of cake.”

“Vulcans have cake at weddings?” Archer asked.

“We do not. Hoshi was simply informing me about your matrimonial customs,” T’Pol explained. She was hyper-focused on her console again. “Commander Tucker and Hoshi happen to agree on the same type of cake for their wedding days.”

“Oh? What kind?”

“Strawberry,” Reed mused from the other side of the bridge. Archer turned his head. “It’ll be interesting to taste, but I suppose I can’t exactly complain. It won’t be my decision.”

Hoshi rolled her eyes and chuckled. “You’ve never had it? In your thirty-five years of life, you’ve never once had strawberry cake? How have both Trip and I had it but you haven’t?”

“I just haven’t; it’s not exactly easy to convince your English family that anything that isn’t boiled and salted is good.” He laughed, shaking his head. “What do you think, Captain? Have you ever had it?”

“I’d have to agree with T’Pol on this one,” he said, “I’m not much of a cake person. What’s all this talk about weddings, anyway? Is there one I should worry about in the lower ranks?”

“There are no weddings among the crewmen that I recall,” T’Pol said, finishing her tapping. She looked up and turned to Archer. “Everything is in order; we should have a smooth voyage until the morning.”

“That’s great. Thanks.” He chewed his cheek. “Wait, how do you know what kind of cake Trip wants for his wedding day? Who’d he tell? When did Trip start planning for his wedding?” He knew the guy for eleven years already — there was no way he was the type of man to be invested in his dream wedding without being serious with someone. The only time he had even mentioned thinking about weddings was at someone’s wedding.

T’Pol was fast with an answer: “For a human male, he is quite the romantic. Currently, weddings are on his mind. He’s spoken about them often enough.”

Archer smirked. “Do you think he’s met a girl?”

“I wouldn’t put it quite like that,” Reed said, sticking his tongue out as he worked at his own console. “More like he’s got a big, fat crush on someone he already knew before all this wedding talk.”

“Well, I knew that,” Jon said, batting the words away. Malcolm was always a tease. “On a ship this small? Everyone’s met each other already. Who do you think it is? My money is on Lieutenant Briggs.”

“Gossiping about Commander Tucker’s love life while he is not present to deliver the facts is not wise,” T’Pol reminded the captain gently. Sometimes Jon forgot the two of them were friends, now; they always fought around him but never stopped talking off-duty. “As you said, the ship is quite small. Rumors tend to inflate faster than average.”

“So you don’t think he likes Lieutenant Briggs?” Archer asked, chuckling. “Everyone’s seen him flirt with her.”

“I simply do not see the likelihood of a relationship between Commander Tucker and the lieutenant occurring,” she stated, clasping her hands behind her. Hoshi and Malcolm looked ready to howl with laughter.

Jon wished he knew why.

“You’re awfully defensive. Okay, so it’s not Briggs,” Archer hummed. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Does the girl not like him back or what?”

“She cares for him quite deeply. I believe they are well-suited, Captain. I simply do not think it would be fair to Commander Tucker to judge his romantic life without him present.”

“Don’t worry, Sub-Commander,” Hoshi chirped. “I think he’s in good hands.” She turned in her chair, and then added in a rush, “Whoever she is. Since I don’t know, of course.”

The captain lifted an eyebrow. “Right.” He turned back to T’Pol. “How would your wedding go? I’ve never been to a Vulcan ceremony.”

T’Pol looked around the bridge. Everyone but the helmsman (Crewman Quincy) had gone to bed, and he usually kept to himself. Satisfied, she said, “I intend on having a human wedding when the time comes. My mate will ultimately be human and it is only fitting I honor his traditions.”

“Your mate will be human?” he repeated, a little surprised. “I didn’t expect that from you. I thought Vulcans were betrothed at an early age.”

“We are, but I found a more logical lifepath. Do not feel bad you didn’t see my choice coming — neither did Commander Tucker.”

The lift to the bridge opened as soon as she said it. Speak of the devil! It was Trip. “Sorry I’m late with my report, Captain, I got caught up dealing with an ensign about what not to stick into the polarity amplifiers. I think there were some tears afterwards but in my defense, it would have been pretty bad if I didn’t —”

Trip stopped when he noticed Malcolm, T’Pol, Archer, and Hoshi staring at him.

“What? Is there something on my uniform?”

“These guys were just telling me about how you’re planning your wedding,” Archer teased. “With the strawberry cake.”

Trip immediately looked at T’Pol. He seemed confused. He pointed at her, then Captain Archer, and then Hoshi. Malcolm got a dirty stare. “Who outed me about the strawberry cake?”

“I did,” T’Pol said. “The captain inquired about our culinary preferences.”

“Okay.” Tucker sighed, then seemingly softened. “I s’pose I should expect that more often, right?”

“T’Pol doesn’t even think your wedding planning is that weird,” Archer continued. “Who’s the bride?” Trip could be secretive, sure, but he wouldn’t hide this information for long. If there was someone he wanted to settle down with, everyone would know eventually. He knew his buddy couldn’t resist showing off his girl.

“Who is she? Oh, she’s someone special,” he smirked. “And it’s just daydreamin’, so cool your jets. When I’m ready to get married, you’ll know; don’t worry.”

“You aren’t even going to ask who Hoshi’s groom is?” asked Reed with a short giggle. He stood up from his console and moved over to the group. He folded his arms and looked pretty smug. “What about the poor bloke who’ll be forced to suffer through her strawberry cake?”

Jon looked between Trip and Hoshi. Both were talking about weddings… both acting funny… both being secretive about it all. And Malcolm and T’Pol were involved in it! He had a mind to ask if the girl Trip was interested in was —!

He stopped. “T’Pol, can I talk to you for a minute? Alone?”

She gave a low nod and followed him into his ready room. “Of course, Captain.”

“What’s goin’ on?” Trip asked, frowning.

“Just a second, Trip,” Archer said, walking into his ready room with T’Pol on his tail. When the door was closed and they were far enough inside the walls, he turned to his first officer and set his hands on his hips. He stared her down.

“Is something wrong, Captain?” she asked. She kept her eyes on him steadily.

“You’re the only logical one, comparatively, so just answer me this: are Hoshi and Trip involved?” he asked. “I don’t care if they are; they don’t work directly with each other often. I just don’t want any secrets when it comes down to a life or death situation.”

T’Pol tilted her head. “Captain, Ensign Sato and Commander Tucker are not involved with each other. The Commander’s fiancée is someone entirely different.”

Archer’s jaw dropped. “Fiancée?” he asked, completely shocked. “He is getting married?”

“Indeed. He has only been betrothed for a short while — four weeks. There hasn’t been an appropriate time to say anything.”

“How come he’s told you but not me?”

Jon felt pretty deflated. It was like one of his best friends had just forsaken him. How could he do that? Whatever happened to their friendship? Did he ruin it?

“I was there when his betrothed asked him to marry her,” she replied gently. “I advised him to wait until you’re less busy; you were one of the first people he wanted to tell.”

“And he didn’t tell me because I’m the captain,” he surmised. He felt anger building up. “He didn’t want to get in trouble.”

“On the contrary: you’re a busy man, Captain. Your plate is quite full already, and waiting would only serve you well. If you’re offended, do not be angry at Trip — I was the one who told him not to say anything.” T’Pol used Trip. She was defending him. She really must have been behind this!

Archer relaxed immediately, starting to pace his ready room. “You’re covering for him? So he probably really wanted to say something.”

“He did. He was fretful for several days.” She unclasped her hands. “Ensign Sato and Lieutenant Reed are certain to become engaged, but I’m not certain whether or not their betrothal will be sooner or later. They have not been hiding their relationship, so I feel comfortable informing you.”

Archer whipped around. “Malcolm?” he asked, voice high. “She’s seeing Malcolm?”

“If you believe they are unfit, I assure you, they are quite a good match.”

“Then who’s Trip’s fiancée?”

“That is not my place to say. All I can tell you is that she is not under his direct command.”

“But you two are so close!” he protested, now smiling. “You guys do everything together. There’s no way you don’t know, not to mention you just said you were there when she popped the question.” He had to laugh. He had always imagined Trip being the one to ask! It was kind of nice to hear it was the other way around.

“If you are worried I may take your place as ‘best man,’ you are quite incorrect.” She almost seemed amused. “I was informed you are the only person who takes that role.”

“But he’ll tell me? Soon?”

“As soon as he is ready, I believe.”

Archer smirked. “Then I approve. It’s not orthodox, but I approve.”

#star trek enterprise #trip x t'pol #trip tucker #malcolm reed x hoshi sato #hoshi sato x malcolm reed #hoshi sato #malcolm reed #t'pol #jonathan archer #gaitwae writes

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💭 for Domuque’s Jack?

[OKAY. So, I am really proud of this one and it is very relevant to Adam plots so I am making it visible to both Jack from @ask-the-domuques-scp and anons/non-muses. It is also long so I am putting it under a readmore.]

The stack of folders detailing the birth, family, rise, and subsequent fall of a former staff member weighed heavily in your arms. It was significantly heavy compared to many of the other staff members that had wandered these halls — and yet it hardly felt heavier than that of a newborn.

On the cover, written in neat black font, tied together with a neat black bow as if specifically wrapped together for him; Dr. Jack Bright, Senior Staff alongside a name that had been long redacted adjoined with a date from only a few short months prior.

Slowly, you made your way back to the desk, resting the old oil-lamp and sole source of light on the desk beside you, waiting for only a few moments before pulling the ribbon and gently opening the first file.

There were more details then you could recall giving. You could not gauge what was shared by who; either your successor or the Administrator was your best guess. You doubted any other would speak so freely.

You poured over each folder slowly, gently closing and setting aside any folders that clung too harshly to the deep and dark details that you had never been proud of — that you doubted he would have been proud of.

As the rise of the infamous researcher began to draw to a sparse end, you noticed the lamp begin to flicker and your breath catch.

The oil was nearing it's final drops. It would hardly last for the full duration.

You could not bring the folders with you either; it would only serve to put dig his grave faster. Despite that, you could not seperate from them now. You had to read to the end. To know what happened. To know what became of the last prodigal Bright offspring.

Quietly but swiftly, you picked up the lamp and folders, taking care to separate those that you had already read, and made your way across the room towards the fireplace that had not seen embers in far too long.

With only a moment of hesitation, you crouched down and placed the folders already read gently into the cold frame as carefully as one would place a slumbering baby in a crib, taking just a final moment before uncapping and tipping the remaining oil of the lamp onto the paper. Finally, you pressed the end of the flames to the documents, watching as they lit aflame.

You blinked once, twice, before taking note that it was burning much too quick. It would not last.

You quickly pushed through the last few pages of his time as an employee; recognizing that only a single thin folder remained beneath it. He had advanced in his career, he had moved to the administrative department, he had become close to a few — many of which were already long gone.

With the end of that folder, you scrambled to slide the papers back in and close the folder before flicking it too into the flames, watching as it lit for only a moment before directing your attention back down.

'June, 1936,' The only words on the cover of the pathetically thin file. It felt ill-fitting considering you knew it described his end. Regardless, you pulled it into your lap and threw it open, hurried against the fast burning fuel of your only light source.

You already knew what it would say.

It was obvious by the date.

You still needed to read it yourself.

The fireplace was burning so quick.

You read the first page, describing the context of the scenario. You already knew the context. You read it anyways.

The moment you skimmed the last word, you pushed away the last remaining paper and flicked the already-read paper and the document case sharply into the fireplace before picking up the final page. The fireplace chewed through the other paper so quickly.

Within seconds, you would have nothing.

No ability to save the document for later without prying eyes.

No light to read it here and now.

No son to tell you what lead him to what happened himself.

With hardly a moment of frantic thought, you pressed the very top of the paper into the embers, lighting only the end of the paper just as the fireplace began to crackle into dim darkness.

Quickly, using the lit end of the page that cast the softest slow glow across the words on the page, you read as the fire chased each word.

At the end, as the very last few words burned to charred remains on the floor and cast you into finalized and empty darkness, your assumptions were confirmed.

Defected.

#recorded excerpts #[GOD I am happy with this]#[Lightly inspired by a scene from House of Leaves <3]#[Visible to anons/non-muses and Jack from @ask-the-domuques-scp]

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atomic-taco-muffin · 2 years

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The Legend of Hana Chapter 130

Warnings: Same warnings as last time. I might skip to the end, depending on how fast I can come up with ideas. We’ll see

Rating: SFW

The Foretellers had assembled in a room of the clocktower at the host of their leader, Ira. Ava was getting closer to her due date. And it seemed time was going faster too.

“There's a traitor among us,” Ira declared once they had all arrived. It was hard to tell if anyone there was surprised--the masks they were forced to wear by the Master of Masters concealed any emotions that might have slipped.

“Are you certain? What proof do you have?” Invi was the first to speak up. Ira summoned a black Chirithy above the palm of his hand.

“I found this sniffing around,” he said.

“Is that...a dark Chirithy?” Ava asked uncertainly as she held her pregnant tummy, while Invi froze.

“Is that...a Nightmare?” she asked as she stood up. It was the word they were all dreading. All eyes went to Ira.

“It's not me,” Aced said as he broke the silence. He was probably remembering the jokes from when the Chirithy came into the world.

“There's an easy way to solve this. If we all summon our Spirits, then we'll know,” Gula suggested softly. But Invi calmly shot down his idea.

“Unfortunately, there are countless wielders in our Unions. It would be easy for any of us to summon a Chirithy that isn't a Nightmare. I'm afraid that your suggestion wouldn't help us get to the bottom of this.” She was right; there were as many Chirithies out there as there Keybearers. No one could argue with Invi’s levelheaded reminder.

“Yeah, in that case, who's to say that the Nightmare you saw belongs to one of us? It could belong to anyone in our Unions,” Ava said, unable to bear the distrust brewing between them. She knew she shouldn't get involved with fighting the darkness, but she knew she couldn’t sit there and do nothing.

“That's highly unlikely,” Ira said, brushing aside the notion. “Do you recall the tool the wielders were given in order to make them stronger? We generally don't concern ourselves with what they have at their disposal. However--I believe those tools were the Nightmare's doing. Which means, we must do everything in our power to keep you safe, Ava.”

Ira was referring to the power bangles and how close Ava was to her due date. Her babies would be born any day now.

“The bangles? I know when they're equipped, they have the power to collect dark energy, but I thought we all agreed that was okay. And I can take care of myself.” Ava desperately tried to argue, but it wasn’t enough for Ira.

“Ava, you can barely stand up without help. Anyway, collecting is fine. But using that power is the equivalent of using the power of darkness.”

“It's a brilliant plan. Everyone knows that all Spirits look the same, and wielders exist in spades. There's no way to tell,” Gula mused.

“Oh, no. Everyone's already equipped their bangles.” Ava was on the verge of tears; beneath her mask, she might’ve already started crying. Ira was right, she needed to get somewhere safe and away from the fighting. To protect her babies. Aced took a step toward Ira.

“So what now? How do we find out who's behind this?” he demanded, but Ira kept his cool.

“Seeing as those bangles couldn't have been acquired by just anyone, I believe it's one of us here in this room.” It sounded like he’d already decided there was a traitor, so Invi stepped in before he could take it too far.

“No, Ira. I respectfully disagree. What proof do we have that the bangles are tied to the power of darkness, or if a Nightmare is to blame? We shouldn't simply jump to conclusions,” she said. She was trying to call everyone back to their senses, but Aced had more to say.

“Ira. Some leader you are. You've managed to plant seeds of doubt in all of us with that speech. What? Did you expect the traitor to give themselves up with that accusation of yours? That was foolish,” he said.

“Aced, that's quite enough,” Invi said in an attempt to calm the situation. Ava lowered her gaze and rested her hands on her hands on her pregnant tummy, while Gula was lost in thought. Meanwhile, Ira was peering at the other four suspiciously, trying to suss out who was the culprit. “It looks to me like the Master made the wrong choice.”

As if he couldn’t stand to spend another minute with them, he turned his back on the other Foretellers and stormed off.

“Wait. Where do you think you're going?” Invi tried to stop him but Aced didn’t even look back.

“I think we're done here. I trust you'll keep us all updated,” Gula quipped in his usual affable tone, a stark contrast to Aced’s angry accusations, before he left, too. Ava watched them go, lifting her head.

“I hope... I hope we can all resolve this soon...” she murmured, bowing briefly to Ira and then taking her leave herself, using the table to help her stand. The only two still there were Ira and Invi.

“That didn't go as expected,” the leader of the Foretellers said with a sigh.

“What's wrong, Ira? This isn't like you,” Invi asked.

“A Lost Page...” Ira said as he raised his head slightly. That got Invi’s attention. “Something's missing from our Book of Prophecies. Each of our copies were said to contain the events of the future. But this incident, well, it's nowhere to be found.”

“And how does this whole thing with the traitor tie together?” Ira responded to her question by taking up his own Book of Prophecies and opening it.

“Like I said, it's nowhere to be found...in my Book,” he said.

“Ira. Are you implying that someone is in possession of the missing page? And the person with the complete Book is the traitor?” Ira nodded at Invi as she arrived at one possible answer. A Lost Page, and a traitor. At this point, the identity of this mysterious double-crosser was still unknown to everyone.

“There is something going on, and a page is suspiciously missing from the Book. It's not so far-fetched to assume that the one who has the Lost Page has been turned, that they have fallen into the hands of darkness. Trust me,” Ira said as Invi opened her own copy of the Book of Prophecies.

“There seems to be no record of it in my Book either. You may be onto something.” She paused for a moment, still unsure, then cast a glance at Ira. “I wonder... Could this have been the Master's plan all along? To grant the Lost Page to only one of us.”

“We have no way of knowing,” Ira instantly replied, and a hint of sadness crept into his voice. “The Master is gone. Along with his daughters.”

That’s right, the Master and his daughters were gone. The Master had vanished, dimmed, faded while his two daughters went on a mysterious mission with no explanation. No one knew their whereabouts. It was entirely possible that they were gone for good. Invi spoke again, as much to dispel the gloom as anything else.

“I understand what you are saying. I promise to keep a close eye on the others. I will keep you informed, as always,” she said.

“Thanks.”

“Of course. After all, that is what the Master asked of me.” Invi started to walk away, but then came to a halt, turned back to Ira, and offered one more bit of advice. “And Ira, may your heart be your guiding key.”

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Aced, Ava, and Gula were together in a warehouse in Daybreak Town. Aced, the eldest of the three, was speaking to the younger two.

“I was wrong about Ira. I thought he would make a great leader, but he let me down,” he said. Gula didn’t seem particularly troubled--he never did--while Ava appeared somewhat dispirited. “Well, what do you two think? You don't believe what Ira said, do you?”

“Of course not.” Gula was the first to reply. “His argument was unconvincing. It’s like Invi said, he's just making baseless assumptions given the situation. There's no evidence to tie his accusations to anyone, let alone one of us.”

“Maybe there's something he hasn't told us,” Ava gently admonished--mostly because she didn’t want to believe Ira’s claims herself.

“Then he needs to tell us. How dare he look at us with suspicion. We're his comrades!” Aced snapped with genuine anger. Gula just shrugged.

“I wouldn't call us ‘comrades’... Anyway, could you get to the point? I know you didn't call us here just to complain,” he murmured. He wanted to cut to the chase and get this meeting over with as quickly as possible, which was why Aced didn’t beat around the bush before laying out his proposal.

“I want the three of us to form an alliance,” Aced said.

“But alliances are forbidden, Aced!” Ava immediately refused, while holding her pregnant belly protectively.

“I knew it. I had a feeling it would come to this. So, we join forces, then confront Ira?” Gula seemed a bit exasperated, but he knew where Aced was coming from.

“Confronting him is pointless. Ira won't change his mind,” Aced retorted. He was normally so blunt, but here he was being just a tad equivocal. It made his two comrades wonder if he didn’t actually suspect Ira at all. Meanwhile, Aced kept laying his cards on the table. “I know there's darkness at work. There's no question. But, I don't believe for a second there's a traitor among us. Unfortunately, Ira doesn't share the same belief. He's just wasting time trying to figure out who the traitor is. But darkness won't wait and neither should we. We need to band together now and find a way to fight it.”

“Guess it makes sense,” Gula said, impressed by Aced’s fluid presentation of his idea.

“I agree that we need to do something to fight the darkness, but combining our Unions? That was strictly forbidden by the Master,” Ava said. It seemed that she was still unsure of what to do as she was at the meeting the other day and that she was told to protect her and her babies as much as possible.

“He's no longer here,” Aced said quietly, his eyes drifting away. The three Foretellers all fell into thought. Gula was the first to break the short silence.

“I'm in. But let's be clear: the alliance is just between the two of us right now. I don't want my Union members involved,” he said.

“Gula!” Ava raised her head to look at her friend, who had just chosen to go against the teachings of their Master. Ava looked away once she realized Aced was watching her. “I want... I want to follow the Master's teachings.”

But then Ava remembered what Mukuro told her and started to have second thoughts. The Master has lied to them one too many times. Was the Master really going to take her babies as his apprentices, or was he going to do something horrible to them like what she went through growing up? There was no way of telling.

“Understood. That's your choice to make. You should do whatever you feel is right,” Aced replied, expectantly kind. Ava nodded with relief, and her gaze drifted downward towards her belly again. She could feel one of her babies kick and she placed her hand on top to feel it. But Gula still had questions.

“By the way, Aced. Do Ira and Invi know?” he asked.

“I haven't talked to Ira about it for obvious reasons, but I did ask Invi to join us,” Aced said. His eyebrows moved to the entrance of the warehouse--just as Invi herself arrived.

“You wanted to see me?” she asked as she stopped short as he noticed the younger two. “Gula, Ava, what are you doing here? What's the meaning of this?”

Gula gave an easy wave of his hand, while Ava kept her eyes focused on her baby bump, wondering what her babies would look like once they’re born.

“Hear me out, Invi. I want an alliance among our Unions. Gula here has already agreed. Will you join us and together we can--” Aced began.

“And disobey the Master's teachings!?” Invi cut off Aced harshly, but he didn’t give up.

“We don't have a choice! Darkness is approaching and we need to combine our strength to stand against it. What about Ava’s unborn babies?! They must be protected from the darkness!”

“The Master bestowed each of us with a different role and he specifically told us to keep our Unions separate to maintain the balance of power. He told us that any imbalance would lead to a desire for more power, which leads to darkness. I know you haven't forgotten! Perhaps...it's you who has been tainted by darkness.” Tainted by darkness...the Foreteller in the bear mask trembled in anger at such an accusation.

“I'm tainted by darkness? Then what about you, Invi? You spy on us and report everything you see back to Ira! You really think you have no darkness in your heart after what you did!?”

“Because that is my role,” Invi replied coolly to her furious comrade.

“To observe us, yes. But not to disclose everything we say and do to Ira!” Invi averted her gaze at Aced’s fierce reproach. And he still wasn’t done.

“For all we know, you and Ira could be allies, scheming behind our backs!”

“That's enough.” All Ava could do was watch their angry exchange uneasily.

☽✧☽✧

Now it was evening. Ava was in the square alone, sitting on the edge of the fountain and gazing absentmindedly at the sky.

“When will it stop? I don't want us to turn against each other. When will Luxu return? He should at least get to meet his unborn babies...” she whispered. Just then a lone Keyblade wielder approached--Ephemer, the boy with the silver hair.

“Master Ava!” he called. The two of them had met before. All thanks to Mukuro, who was also gone.

“Oh. Hello! Your name is Ephemer, right?”

“Uh-huh! Uh, hey, can I join you?” Ava nodded and Ephemer sat down next to her. “Why the long face? Did something happen?”

“Hmm... Long day...especially with these two growing in me,” Ava replied as she placed a hand on her tummy. “Do you remember what you asked me before? About why the Unions compete against each other instead of working together. Actually, I always wondered the same thing.”

“Huh? Isn't it just because Mukuro’s father said so?” Ephemer asked, confused.

“Yes, and as such we must obey. The Master said so, so it is. But lately, I've really started to wonder. You once told me that you were looking for answers, that you wanted to solve the mysteries of this world and look for Mukuro. Well, I think that's how things should be. We need to question things and think for ourselves.” Ephemer shrugged. Was that how she really felt? Were her pregnancy hormones getting in the way?

“Whoa! You're really not yourself today. I guess even foretellers have their off days. Hey, maybe talking about the Book will cheer you up! Maybe even telling me a clue about Mukuro!” he offered cheerily and hopefully. He wanted to find Mukuro. She was the love of his life.

“Not a chance!” Ava said.

“Awww,” Ephemer complained with exaggerated petulance.

“You were trying to pull a fast one on me, weren't you?” she scolded good-naturedly, like a teacher to a misbehaving student.

“No. But I really want to know what happened to Mukuro. She just disappeared one day. You were one of the closest ones to her. You have to know something.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not allowed to tell you anything about what happened to her. And also the book as well.” Ava stood, with the help of Ephemer, and the conversation could’ve ended there. But then she seemed to have second thoughts again. “But, to be honest, I think it would be great if all the Unions could work together and be friends.”

Ephemer perked up and hopped down from the lip of the fountain.

“You know, I made a friend from another Union today. Wasn't much of a talker, maybe just shy. We're meeting again tomorrow. We’re gonna search for Mukuro together,” he said.

“You really do love her, huh?”

“Yeah. She’s the first girlfriend I ever had. We loved each other so much and I still love her. I just wish I knew what happened.”

“Well, I may not be allowed to tell you a clue but I really do hope you find her. You’d better go home and get some sleep so that you can have enough energy.”

“'Kay!” Ephemer replied enthusiastically. “Well, it was nice talking to you. I don't know what's got you down, but please cheer up! I heard that stress isn’t good for babies.”

With proper bow, Ephemer hurried off on his way.

“Thank you,” Ava murmured as she watched him go. “If the worst happens, I'll be glad to leave the future to the kids who see the world in the way that you do.”

With this resolution in her heart, Ava looked up at the sky. A single fuzzy dandelion seed danced in the air, brought to her by the breeze.

“Let the wind carry you far, far away...my Dandelions,” Ava said as the sun set over Daybreak Town.

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bookwyrminspiration · 1 year

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also thoughts on janel's gender: obviously it is not perfect and sucks how so many people perceive her as a woman i wish there was more ease with the perception of her as a man who is female, BUT cool thing- although kihrin is still figuring it out i love how he has taken it in stride. like one of few perspectives where you get to hear them ACTUALLY muse about janel's gender a bit rather than everyone referring to her as daughter, wife, woman, Something To Protect. and shaking hands with u as another genderqueer person fr. the thing of gender in jorat seems so interesting to expand on though even with it's flaws i am chewing on it like one of those honey straws? like if anyone can be a mare or stallion then it is really more about the distribution of respect and the roles that people have in a culture, so it made a lot of sense for her to--obviously she kind of had to but--to accept her role as a woman with the marakori because of the matriarchal society, whereas with people who actually understand the weight of what she is she's much less lenient (also does she think teraeth knows?? is it the memory of her life as elana?? is it just the disrespect that bothers her??? obviously other things too he is more of a punching bag but where's the irritation Coming From). where do the geldings fit into all this? how do they function as a third gender? do they function as a third gender or is it just the catch-all in the way that nonbinary is? *holding up mic to random gelding character in the far background* and what is it like to be a gelding in jorat my good sir

This reminds me, the chorus of dragons wiki (which is not maintained or up to date, it stops like mid book 2 and was worked on by like one person) has Janel listed as a woman. I should do something about that. Maybe I should offer my services to the wiki, whatever that would entail

I have a mutual who reblogged one of the asks you sent me talking about Jorat's gender and how it would've been nice to see more of it (I swear they said something even though I can't find that rn, I'm certain they said something). We spend so much time outside of Jorat in the story without much contact with any Joratese (it's mainly Janel with some Dorna), so we don't get to see their beliefs in action as a community. Instead we see Janel having problems being properly viewed as a female man in the rest of the world, as people presume her a woman everywhere. Which is realistic to what she would encounter leaving her country and going places with very different beliefs, it just would've been fun to see more of Jorat and a widespread disconnect of gender and sex.

But I do appreciate Kihrin for actually taking the time to think about it. He doesn't brush her off, he's like wow that's very different from what I was taught and a lot to wrap my head around. it'll take some time to get used to, but I'll put in the time and be conscious of my perception of her even though I won't be perfect about it. Because shaking your hand as a genderqueer person, that's all I want! I don't need you to be perfect about it, I need you to put in the effort and just try. and he does!

Poor teraeth though, he would try if someone would just tell him what's going on. He just doesn't understand because you haven't TOLD him Janel. He's not treating you with the respect you believe you deserve because you haven't told him how your culture works and he wasn't raised in it! He doesn't know you see his actions as disrespectful he is instead trying very very hard to woo you and be nice. Shaking them all please communicate. Janel you understand some people don't understand you're not a woman, you spent four years living in Yor as a "woman"--did that grate and now your touchier about it now that you're out? Or is it just because this is Teraeth? A lot happened in these books I haven't reread them yet the specifics are eluding me, I can't recall what was said about it

Anyway, the geldings! Wish we could've met one, but alas, we weren't in Jorat for long enough and we don't have many Joratese characters. My understanding is it's a catch-all term? Though I am curious what identifies someone as a gelding, because it seems like people in Jorat can tell whether you're a mare or a stallion based on their perception of you and your actions. So are there gelding-specific actions, or are they a mix of mare and stallion actions? Holding a mic up to the entire country of Jorat

#a chorus of dragons #quil's queries #soryasongsaa #if this ask is answered weird it's because there was literally like a four hour break part way through #starting answering it. then dinner began without warning and I was forced to cast aside my device #anyway! no surprise the queers love jorat #i want more of it pretty please. jenn. jenn can we visit jorat again please #we did not spend enough time there

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The Fourth Wall by TheAuthor5263

Anime » Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rated: T, English, Adventure & Romance, [Boruto U., Sarada U.] Mitsuki, Words: 16k+, Favs: 1, Follows: 1, Published: Aug 29 Updated: Sep 28

Chapter 1

One goal. One purpose. One mission. All they needed was to hook him on the prospects of their desire and the rest would go swimmingly. Or so they thought.

Using the cover of the shadows, the author spied into the window of the local burger shop from across the street. The dim glow of a laptop screen illuminated their face as they typed a line of text into a word document. Immediately, their appearance shifted to that of a Konoha local that seemed neither feminine nor masculine.

It wasn't their plan to involve themselves in the story, but rather, to watch and record as the mission they gave to the Hokage's son unfolded. The less details everyone else knew, the better.

According to the plotline of the anime, Boruto and his friends were in Kaminari Burger having a conversation. In approximately 4 minutes the episode would end, and Cho-Cho would enter. The plan needed to be enacted before her entrance, or the author would have to exit the world and start from scratch all over again.

Looking as casual as an introvert could, they entered into the restaurant and purchased a meal, sitting down at a nearby table to wait for the moment of truth.

"When are we going to go on an S-rank mission?" Boruto complained to his teammates.

"S-rank is reserved for Jonin. We won't be taking on something like that anytime soon. Especially not with someone who would use scientific ninja tools to cheat during the Chunin exams on our team. We're lucky they're still giving us missions at all," sighed Sarada. "How did I get lumped together with someone so irresponsible?"

Immediately pouting, Boruto retorted back a half-sarcastic, "sorry."

"Boruto," began Mitsuki, "let's do our best in the next Chunin exam. Then we can climb our way to Jonin status and take on s-rank missions."

"That's more like it! Now, to try the new limited-edition burger!"

The author glanced up as Boruto happily dug into the newest trend: the sweets burger. Almost immediately after swallowing, he stuck his tongue out.

"Sweet! But… actually pretty good!"

"Hmm," Sarada mused, "maybe I'll go buy one."

Mitsuki smiled. "How unlike you, Sarada."

"Hm?"

"You always make fun of Boruto for wanting to try every single burger here. Maybe you're starting to enjoy them after all?"

"I-I am not!" Sarada insisted, pushing up her glasses. "Besides, I like sweets anyways. Although, combining it with a burger does sound kind of repulsive… Maybe I won't try it..."

"Everyone should understand the amazingness of Kaminari Burger's limited-edition burgers," replied Boruto. With an aura of confidence about him, he stood to his feet and smiled. "If you like sweets, you'll like this, trust me!"

"Well, I did tell Cho-Cho I was going to the sweets shop with her tomorrow…" Sarada glumly rested her cheek on her fist. "I don't know if I have enough money left to afford both."

"Then I'll buy you one and make you admit that it's delicious," Boruto declared.

The author watched as he climbed out of the booth and headed towards the counter, leaving behind an unamused Sarada. Three minutes remaining.

"You two get along well, don't you?"

"That again," Sarada mused, slumping her head into her hand. "I don't understand what you see in that idiot, Mitsuki."

"Boruto has some surprisingly good points." Mitsuki smiled.

Sarada just rolled her eyes and averted her gaze.

"One limited-edition sweets burger," said Boruto proudly as he placed the tray in front of Sarada and took his seat next to Mitsuki. "Enjoy. You'd better eat the whole thing since I paid for it," he added with a sly smile.

Sarada narrowed her eyes. "If it's gross, I'm throwing it away."

"Come on, a deal is a deal!"

"I don't recall making a deal with you. You just went and bought this of your own free will."

"Oi, Mitsuki! Tell her she has to eat it."

"If she doesn't like it, why don't you eat it Boruto," said Mitsuki as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"But it has her germs on it!"

"You could cut off the part she bit off of," he replied, holding up a plastic knife.

"…Fair point. Now hurry up and try it and be amazed!"

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Sarada took a bite of the burger. Her eyes widened. They began to sparkle. "Sweet! But this is actually really good!"

Boruto smiled. "See? I told you. And now I've used up all my mission earnings… Hey Mitsuki, any word from Konohamaru on missions?"

"Not that I know of… Things have seemed rather slow lately."

Boruto sighed. "More low paying d-rank missions… Ah, I'm so tired of this."

The author decided it was now or never. Getting up from their spot at the table, they threw their trash away and headed towards the group. "You."

Boruto blinked up at the figure, taken slightly aback.

"You are shinobi, correct?"

"W-What if we are?"

"Come with me." The author turned and began to walk away.

Boruto stood up, facing their back. "Why should we follow you?"

"You wanted to take on an S-rank mission, did you not?"

Boruto's eyes began to sparkle. "S-rank… Finally!"

"Boruto, wait!" Sarada's hand came down like lightning on his shoulder.

"What?"

"We should only be taking missions from the mission board with the approval of Konohamaru-sensei. This isn't something you can decide on your own. S-class quests involve fighting high level threats."

The author stopped, turning towards the team once more. "This mission involves a higher level of secrecy than can be trusted to the woman running the mission board, but it isn't difficult to carry out. No fighting will be involved, and you don't have to leave the town."

Sarada narrowed her eyes. "How do we know it isn't a trap?"

"If you doubt my words, you don't have to take it. As for me, I have a request that must be fulfilled by your team. Why would I lead you into a trap?"

"Why wouldn't you?"

The author sighed. "You possess something unique to the Uchiha clan known as the sharingan, do you not?"

Sarada backed up. "How did you…"

"If you'd like, I'll take these two and brief them on the mission in an open area of your choosing. You can stand back and watch the area with your sharingan. If you still don't trust me, bring that friend of yours that can sense chakra, Inojin, to come along as well. But time is of the essence."

"If I remember right, Ino-shika-cho are out on a day mission right now… I don't know when they'll be back. Sarada, it wouldn't hurt to hear… I'm sorry, who are you?"

"If my identity could be made known so easily, I would not have to ask this request of you."

"And yet you came to an open place like Kaminari Burger to ask us," prodded Mitsuki.

The author lowered their head. "Fear not. I have already disguised my face."

Mitsuki eyed Boruto who only shrugged back. "Seems suspicious, but if Sarada's watching, it should be fine. The least we can do is hear them out. Come on, Mitsuki."

"Wait, Boruto!" Sarada put her hand on his shoulder. "This is still too dangerous. I don't approve."

"Then you don't have to come. We get to pick the location, right?"

"Yes."

"Hold on just a—"

"Sarada, let's use the training grounds behind your house."

"But—"

"Very well."

Boruto turned around, his hands casually folded behind his head. "Don't worry," he whispered, "Sasuke-san is home right now, isn't he? If anything happens, we'll be able to hold whatever it is off until he gets there."

Sarada sighed. "Fine. But just because we go doesn't mean we accept. And we're only there to hear them out!"

The author nodded and allowed Boruto and Mitsuki to lead the way to the training grounds. Sarada trailed behind, a look of discomfort on her face. After a short while, the author took out their laptop and began to write.

"Hm? Isn't that the same device Denki has?"

Boruto turned around and eyed the device in the author's hands. "You're right. What are you using that for?"

"It's to record the events of this mission," replied the author, typing a few lines of text into an open word document.

"Hmmm… Sounds like hard work."

A snake slithered out of the collar of Mitsuki's kimono to spy on the author from the front. The author just smiled and waved at the snake.

"By the way," said Boruto, "Sarada's dad is crazy strong. He's also my master. He'll be nearby when you explain, so if you do try anything funny, you're as good as dead."

The author sighed. "Still untrusting as ever, I see."

"You can't blame us," replied Mitsuki, "you haven't given us any reason to trust you."

"I can't argue with that," they replied, eyelids growing heavy as they walked. Typing a line of text into the laptop, they ridded themselves of the need to sleep and eat. Being inside a story was certainly convenient.

Long at last, a little clearing came into view. The author eyed Sarada's position from a tree. From that distance, she won't be able to hear… Good.

"So, what is this S-class mission?"

The author closed their laptop and held it behind their back. "It concerns the townspeople."

"The townspeople?" Mitsuki asked.

"Yes. They are all awaiting a certain something, some more so than the end of all evil."

Boruto flinched. "More than putting a stop to the Otsutsuki? More than their lives?"

"I never said they were living here."

"Then what's it got to do with us?"

"Not us," said the author, turning in Boruto's direction, "you."

Mitsuki stepped in front of Boruto, his eyes narrowed. "Explain."

"You are aware that Sasuke's rinnegan can open portals to different dimensions, yes?"

"How'd you already know about Sasuke-san?!"

The author sighed. "I am from another dimension, and I bring a message from my people that only you can fulfill. Some have been awaiting this moment for nearly eight years."

"Eight years?" Mitsuki asked. "Why haven't they acted already?"

"Because Boruto wasn't old enough yet," replied the author.

"So, what's the special mission?"

"The mission itself is quite simple," the author said, closing their laptop and holding it at their side. "Boruto, lend me your ear."

"…My ear?"

"It'd be better if you were the only one who knew what the mission was. It's yours to complete, and yours to accept."

"Then why did you call all of us out here?!"

"Because you would have trusted me even less if I called you out alone…"

Boruto eyed the author with suspicion. "Fine. I got it. Just tell me already," he said turning to the side. Mitsuki readied himself for battle as the author neared Boruto's ear and began to whisper the details of the mission.

A short sentence later, Boruto jerked backwards. "HUH?! I AM NOT DOING THAT! NO WAY!"

"Boruto!" A group of snakes came out from under Mitsuki's Kimono.

"Wait, Mitsuki…"

Mitsuki frowned. Boruto was hiding his face with his hair.

The author smiled. "Whether you chose to accept or not, I will not be returning home until the mission is completed. Which means, you can decline, but I'll be following you. Waiting. For the rest of my life." With that, the author took their laptop back out and began reading the writing on the screen.

"You're saying until I do that, you won't leave us alone? And people have been waiting for that since… Wait, since I was that young?! And how is this supposed to be an S-rank mission?!"

The author only continued to smile. "Because I am from another dimension, it would be bothersome if people like your father found out and tried to take me into custody. In fact, this whole world would essentially be ruined if I had to stop several people to achieve my goal… I am an all-powerful being, after all. It would start a war, my people versus yours. And this world would be obliterated. This mission is to be handled as though it were top secret. I trust you can complete it?"

Boruto's eyes narrowed. "You're joking. Sarada, go call Sasuke-san!"

"Hmm… I suppose I'll have to show you a bit of a demonstration." The author opened a separate word document and typed a few lines into their laptop. Moments later, Mitsuki disappeared.

"Mitsuki!" Boruto waved his hands around. "What did you do with Mitsuki?!"

"I just deleted him from existence." Of course, actually doing that would be a violation of the rules. They had merely put a soundproof black box around Mitsuki and made the box invisible to Boruto and Sarada. But they didn't need to know that.

"What do you… Give Mitsuki back!" Boruto threw a punch, but the moment his hand was within a foot of the device, it started to vaporize. He screamed, writhing in pain.

The author simply typed a few lines of text into their laptop, and within moments, Boruto's severed hand was fixed and Mitsuki stood in front of him.

Sarada looked on in horror. "It's the device," she said, throwing a kunai towards the laptop, but before it could reach, it vaporized. A few taps of the keyboard later, Sarada and Boruto was frozen.

"…Shadow paralysis jutsu...?" They struggled to move, but it was no use.

"I don't want to cause you any purposeful harm… In fact, I'd prefer to keep you alive." The author turned towards the struggling Sarada and Boruto. "I can heal you, and even revive you, if necessary. However… I would like to go home at some point. Boruto. Please give this mission some consideration."

"If you have so much power," began Mitsuki, "why did you coerce Boruto into accepting a mission from you? Couldn't you just force him to complete it?"

"My people have placed certain limitations on my existence. One of them being manipulating the emotions and thoughts of others."

"Hmm… I see…"

"I really do wish to interfere as little as possible. When and if Boruto decides to fulfill my request is entirely up to him… That being said, should I grow tired of waiting, I may try to hurry things along…"

"And how would you do that?"

"Well," said the author, typing away, "bringing s-class level threats into existence and starting a war are within my power. But a simple mission like this hardly worth such drastic measures. Instead, I might give you a rash, make a frog jump into your drink, put bugs in your food, turn the weather rainy… small things here and there as a reminder that I'm still waiting."

"Hmmm… Sounds rather unpleasant," replied Mitsuki, connecting his kimono sleeves. "And? If Boruto does complete this quest, does he get something as a reward?"

"The reward for completing the quest is the erasure of my existence from your world… And the satisfaction of completing it." With that, the author turned away. "And Boruto," they called, typing a new line of text into their laptop, "If you get punched after completion of the mission, it doesn't count."

Boruto pointed a finger in the author's direction. "T-That's just playing dirty! Come back here so I can fight you!"

A small flower sprouted at Boruto's feet and laughed up at him. Boruto stomped on the flower, but before his foot could make contact, it was gone.

"Flaunting your power to do anything… Gah! Why me?!"

Sarada put both hands on Boruto's shoulders, stopping him in his tracks. "Boruto."

He looked up at her, his face a mixture of embarrassment, anger, and confusion.

"What was the mission? I need you to tell me."

Cheeks pinkening, Boruto knocked her hands away, turning to the side to stalk off. "I'm not doing it. I refuse! Especially not… What kind of s-class mission is this?! The s-class mission to kill me?"

Mitsuki laughed. A snake slithered off of Boruto's shoulder and into his Kimono.

"Mitsuki…" Boruto watched as the tail of the snake disappeared into his sleeve. "Did you overhear…"

Mitsuki simply stood arm's length away, a smile on his innocent face. "Boruto, I think you should complete the mission. After all, all you have to do is—"

"Hold it right there Mitsuki." Boruto put his hands up palms out, his bangs shielding his eyes from the view of his onlookers. "Not another word."

Sarada put her hands on her hips. "What on earth is going on with you two?"

"Forget the mission. I'm going home."

"You're just going to let an s-class level threat walk away?! I don't want bugs in my food!" Sarada yelled after him.

"If I have an unlimited amount of time to complete it, I'm going to drag it out as long as possible. There's no reason for me to complete it like this," he whined, running his hands through his hair.

"You'd better complete it before that thing brings the apocalypse onto our village."

"I think we should give it a name," said Mitsuki with a smile.

"Mitsuki! You're not helping!"

"How about Hebi? It surprisingly reminds me of my parent."

"Hmm," Sarada mused, "that's not bad. It kind of reminds me of a snake, in a way. Ah, more importantly! Boruto! Tell me what the mission was!"

Boruto ran away. "I can't, ok? You heard that creep say that I wasn't allowed to tell anyone."

"Then why does Mitsuki get to know?"

"MITSUKI!" Boruto yelled, dashing back to where Mitsuki was. "Don't even think about telling her."

With a nod, Mitsuki looked towards Sarada. "Sorry. That's how it is. I have a feeling if I opened my mouth to tell you, my tongue might get vaporized. Don't worry, you'll find out what the mission is when Boruto completes it."

Sarada's hand reached up to rest on her chin. "So it involves me?"

"Don't think about it anymore," said Boruto, running up to Mitsuki and dragging him off. "I'm not doing it. Come on Mitsuki, we're going home!"

From the shadows, the author smirked. I expected him to rebel, but not quite to this extent. If he has no intention of completing it tomorrow either, I may have to pressure him… After all, I only have a week before the anime starts up and he loses his memory.

#Boruto #The fourth wall fanfiction

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