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cliosunshine · 3 months ago

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𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

jason todd x gn!reader; alfred pennyworth

warnings: none

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author's note: I kinda hate this ngl, it's like I've lost all my (albeit very poor) preexistent writing abilities; enjoy!

"Alfred, could you please pass me the cocoa powder?"

The butler hummed, handing you the box as he looked over the batter you were mixing up, "Of course, Miss Y/N."

"Thanks."

The manor was eerily silent, except for the quiet exchanges between you and Alfred. Bruce was busy at some event overseas that required his presence as playboy billionaire, while Dick and Tim were both working. Damian, Steph and Cass were in school/uni and Jason was on a week-long mission with the Outlaws. Oh, and today was your day off.

"Miss Y/N, I think you should need to add the flour first."

Forgotten, half-empty teacups were placed on each opposite end of the kitchen island. You peered down at a safe distance at Alfred's old recipe notebook, worried about staining the pristine pages with your cocoa powder-stained fingers. Instead, you squinted your eyes to read the instructions better.

"Ah, yes, you're right. Thanks Albert."

"No worries."

You tried yout best not to mess up the measurements as you lightly swayed to the jazzy melodies playing from the living room's phonograph. You learned from your first visit at the manor that it had belonged to Bruce's grandfather and the records Alfred often played eased Jason's mind. You smiled at the thought of your boyfriend.

"Alfred, do you think Jay will like these?"

The butler, now seated, finished his sip of tea before speaking.

"I sure do, Miss Y/N," He reassured you, "Brownies were Master Jason's favourite dessert when he was younger, and he seemed to favour Mrs. Wayne's recipe very dearly."

You attached the handle of the stand mixer as you turned to smile at Alfred, forgetting to put the setting on low as a cloud of flour engulfed you.

You coughed up flour as you blindly reached for the power lever.

"Oh no, wait- How do I stop this?!"

You could've easily passed as Caspar's cousin by the way the flour managed to find its way in your hair, on your face and all over your apron. Lucky for you, Alfred managed to shut the machine off as he directed an amused smile your way.

"I reckon that it is time for me to step in, Miss Y/N."

You huffed as you dusted yourself off, a downturned smile betraying your disappointed expression, "It's supposed to be your day off, Alfred! I just wanted to make something nice for you and the others once they returned to the manor..."

The butler cleaned the counter from and removed the handle attached to the stand mixer, taking a silicone spatula out of one of the drawers.

"Mixing the batter by hand will help," He commented as he began delicately incorporating the dry ingredients to the butter, chocolate and sugar concoction you were at least able to make.

It was your time to sit down with your cup of tea now. You admired the dexterity of the older man: every little movement was calculated, not a single step misplaced.

You had been coming to the manor for over two years now, and whilst the others were excited to welcome Littlewing's s/o to the family (Dick's words not yours), the one person you were the most nervous about meeting and desperately wanted to be liked by, was Alfred.

You had heard countless stories of the man from Jason, and it didn't take you very long to figure out he must've been and still was a very important role and a save haven for him.

You also had the privilege of trying some of Alfred's baking that Jason managed to sneak from the manor and well, it made you nostalgic for a childhood in where you'd probably never eaten white chocolate and macadamia nut cookies but god could you feel it in your soul.

And as far as you were concerned, anyone who could manage to speak to your soul with their cooking/baking deserved all your respect.

"Miss Y/N, could you hand me the chocolate bar?"

"Of course," you stood up and walked over to him, watching intently as he chopped the dark chocolate with fine precision, "Is that the same brand Mrs. Wayne used?"

"It is, yes. It must've been over half a century now, when she first showed me how to execute the recipe without any difficulties," he reminisced as the kept working the knife against the cutting board.

You could only nod as you kept your gaze on the wrapping by the bowl.

"You know, Miss Y/N," began Alfred, "you remind me an awful lot of her."

You froze mid-sway, devoid of words as you continued to look at the wrapping.

"What?"

Alfred's gaze met yours, and something hidden behind his blue eyes - affection, sadness - made you take a deep breath.

"How so?" You pried, now very curious at his statement.

He looked to his right, where there, on the wall by the kitchen's fireplace, a picture of Thomas and Martha Wayne was hung.

"The first time Jason brought you here," he began, "you carried yourself with the same modesty yet determination and strong will power. it had been a while since someone reminded me of her so strongly - master Bruce felt it, too, that day."

His eyes shined with unshed tears as he continued.

You looked at the frame on the wall.

"Nobody really knew that master Jason had a partner, not even master Timothy had been aware of the fact, so bringing you here after months of master Dick's pleading was bound to be a memorable event."

"Yeah," you chuckled, "it took Dick breaking into Jason's apartment in the middle of the night while I was staying over, for him to finally give in,"

The corners of Alfred's eyes crinkled.

"You're good for him, miss Y/N. Your calm presence grounds him immensely."

You felt you face heat up at the compliment. Clearing your throat, you nodded once bashfully.

"Did you preheat the oven?"

"I sure did. 180°C, right?"

"Correct."

Alfred handed you the pan and you slid it in the oven.

Now all you had to do was wait.

You checked the grandfather clock by the hallway. It was 5.30 p.m.

"Well," you clapped once, "time to clean up."

The butler dismissed you with his hand.

"It is alright, Miss Y/N," he stated, starting to put the sugar away, "I will take care of it."

You kept quiet and as his back was turned, you grabbed as many ingredients as you could muster and made your way to the pantry.

"Nonsense," you exclaimed as you returned and dusted off the scale, "I presented the idea in the first place, so it is my duty to clean everything up."

Alfred closed him eyes in mock frustration, making you chuckle.

"Are you planning to stay for dinner?"

"Oh no, don't worry about that, I'll be home in a jiffy. I don't want to intrude, especially on your day off from everybody, in fact I should go right now-"

"How long has he been away, Miss Y/N?"

Body stilling, you turned halway as your hands stopped untying the knot at the back of your apron.

"Uhm-...6 days,"

"Then I cannot allow you to spend another evening by yourself."

"No, Alfred, really, it's ok-"

"You should stay, sweetheart."

You whipped your head at the voice by the kitchen door, the movement nearly giving you whiplash.

Jason was leaning against the doorframe, both his arms and his legs crossed. His face held an expression you couldn't quite pin point - his eyes seemed to have been gazing longingly at you and Albert, as if remembering something.

"Jaybee!"

In a hurry of both excitement and stupor, you flung yourself at him, making him react quickly in order to catch you.

You pressed you face in the crook of his neck, breathing deeply. He smelled of soap and leather. He must've taken a shower before coming to the manor, as his civilian clothes also hinted.

Jason reciprocated the hug and lifted you up for a few seconds, nuzzling his nose in your hair. You felt him let a breath of relief as his shoulders sagged, finally relaxing after almost a week.

"You came early," you smiled.

"Mission went smoothly for once," he shrugged, clearly trying to hide his own happiness.

Your feet found the ground and you pecked him on the lips once, aware of Alfred's presence in the room.

The older man had a relaxed expression on his face.

"Welcome home, master Jason," he greeted him, "It's good to hear everything went well,"

Basking in the quiet and easy atmosphere created in the kitchen, Jason let a genuine smile leave his lips, one of those that reached his half-closed eyes and made his nose slighly wrinkle. You loved seeing him that at ease with someone other than yourself.

Pulling away from him, you went to check the brownies baking in the oven.

"What were you guys making?" Asked Jason, curious about the apron on you and Alfred and having half an idea thanks to the smell of chocolate engulfing the space.

"Miss Y/N was very enthusiastic on making you and others brownies." Explained Alfred, "Martha Wayne's recipe, to be precise."

Jason's eyes lit up at that. He let out a groan as he approached the oven, where you were squatting to get a better view of the pan.

"God, I love you"

You looked up as heat spread all over your face. Alfred cleared his throat and made him way out of the kitchen, giving the both of you a last, knowing smile.

You got up and followed his retreating figure with your eyes.

"You've been here all day?"

"Mh...since uh, 10 in the morning." You said softly, keeping your gaze on you boyfriend and checking for any visible injuries on his face. Not having found any, you sighed in relief.

"Alfred invited me. We made lunch together, and we also made blueberry cupcakes for Damian's class"

Jason leaned down and kissed your forehead in appreciation. He loved when his two favourite people spent time together.

He had to admit he was may more nervous than you at the thought of introducing you to Alfred, more than he was about Bruce, but after he saw the proud look the older man sent his way at the end of the first dinner you spent in the manor, he knew he had made the right choice.

The right choice in bringing you to the manor, the right choice in committing to you, the right choice in letting you see him, flaws and all.

"Stay with us for dinner, doll"

"Wait, what happened to big, scary Jason Todd who can't bear to stand anywhere near his siblings?"

Jason grinned misceviously.

"Nothing at all, princess. In fact, nobody could make it for dinner today,"

"What about Damian and Steph-" you couldn't finish the question that Jason shushed you, chuckling as you shot him a glare, knowing very well you hated to be interrupetd.

"Don't worry about it, Y/N. Now, why don't you get get cozied up by the fireplace and let me arrange a charcuterie for the three of us?"

"Ohh, fancy"

"-wait, where did you get the French wine?"

Now, brownies on the cooling rack, Bruce's French cheese and wine on the coffeetable by the main fireplace, you, Jason and Alfred had settled into a comfortable silence, the only source of sound coming from the phonograph by the patio doors. Jason visibly relaxed even further from its soothing melodies, Etta James' voice carrying throught the room and making him melt in the expensive leather couch, shoulders bumping with yours and head almost resting on top of yours.

Alfred looked at the two of you from his place in the armchair and couldn't help but feel his heart burst with love and happiness at seeing his boy, Jason, relaxed and completely at ease for the first time in a very, very long time.

#meanwhile in Bludhaven...#Dick opens his front door after having spent the whole day hustlin' and bustlin' at BPD #and is greeted by basically the whole Wayne family #Jason and Alfred #arguing on who's turn it is in Monopoly #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jasonn x gn! reader #alfred pennyworth

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lilykatelyn-blog · 2 years ago

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first time w/ txt <33

ofc anon! <333

❤︎ Your first time with txt ❤︎

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pairing: txt x reader

genre: smut, fluff

warnings: fingering, protected sex, pet names (baby, Jagi, Jagiya, babe, honey), kissing, making out, dirty talk, soft sex, cursing, Big Dick Yeonjunnie and Soobinnie, aftercare :), fem bodies in Tae’s and Soob’s, squirting.

❤︎Yeonjun❤︎

He’s soft, despite what everyone says, that’s what I think. He’ll take his time slowly fingering you because.. 9 inches- and my man is girthy, very girthy. He makes you cum at least twice on his fingers, and once on his mouth. Then comes the dick, and it was worth it. He moans so much at your tight hole, and you moan at how good he hammers into you. Let’s just say you passed out after that. His aftercare is so soft, he cleans you up with a towel, you two take a shower if you have the stamina (but you passed out). He gives you water and cuddles up to you whispering sweet nothings, and how well you did as you guys drift off <3

“mmh- J-Jagiya, taking me so- nngh, s-so well,” he whispered as he thrusted in quickly, watching your blissed out expression. God, he could almost cum to that. “J-jun~, so go-od,” You trailed off, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Jun-n~, co-ming~.” You warned as you squirted all over him. “Fuck baby, nngh- coming too,” he told you as he thrusted a few more times before he stilled, painting your walls white.

❤︎Soobin❤︎

So so so sweet ❤️ He’s so soft prepping you, while praising you softly. He had it all planned, you would have champagne, watch a movie, then have sex (man had it in his plan notebook saying literally that 💀) also made sure he had multiple condoms and was clean. He slowly eased into you, waiting for you to adjust to his size, because let’s not lie, he’s BIG. And not like 6 inches big, but like 8-9 inches BIG. He has to hold back while slowly thrusting into you, because you’re just so tight and it just feels so good. For aftercare, he’s on another level, he runs a bubble bath, gets you water, food of youre hungry, and makes sure you’re comfortable. He’s just an all rounded sweetheart <3

You were on Soobin’s lap, champagne long forgotten. You swallowed each others moans as you both grinder on each other. “Babe- fuck.” He whispered pulling away and stopping you. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, just need to be inside you right now.” He muttered in your neck, lifting you up and leading you two into the bedroom, where you continued your make out session, sharing many kisses into the night.

❤︎Beomgyu❤︎

He makes it pleasurable, and something you noticed is, what he lacks in length, he makes up for in girth. THiCK, super thick. He’ll try to hold himself back, but he’ll fail. Honestly, more of a groaner than a moaner ngl. As he thrusts into you, he’ll either be praising and dirty talking or just dirty talking. He doesn’t have the patience to finger you, but he still will to some extent because he wants you to enjoy yourself as much as possible. For aftercare, he is so sweet and just smiled sheepishly and giggled at your fucked out expression.

“did I go too hard?” He asked, giggling and smiling as he gently lowered you into the bath. “just a bit.” You slurred and giggled a bit. “I’ll be back Jagi.” He ran to get you water. As soon as he got back, he joined you and.. well.. another round started as soon as you got out. “Nghhhhh- so good for me honey~” he grunted thrusting into you hard. You couldn’t do anything but moan. As you once again reached your high, you wanted him. “G-gyu.. co-cominnnngg~” you stammered. “Me too,” he groaned, hitting just the right spot as you squirted on his dick and he came in his condom.

❤︎Taehyun❤︎

boob man. I just know it. The first time you guys have sex, he’s all over them. He’s kissing them, fucking them, cumming on them, all the good stuff. Then he slowly fingers you until your hole is big enough to take him. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still a bit of a stretch, but it’s less painful than it would have been. Ughhh, he is so into oral, just sucking at your clit so hard, making your brain go into oblivion, all words long gone and just incoherent noises remained.

“T-tae!” You screamed tugging on his hair for the nth time, as he made you cum on his mouth for the 2nd time that night. “Just one more Jagi, then I’ll fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.” As he licked up your slit again. “T-tae! Too sensitive! No more!” You moaned, trying to push him away but failing, after a while the pain turned into pleasure and you found yourself coming undone once again.

❤︎Huening Kai❤︎

also a big boob guy. Very big on it, always stuttering as he entered you. Only after fingering you and you blowing him. He has to physically force himself not to cum inside you after you cum. He enters back in after you cum, chasing his own high and eventually cumming all over your stomach and boobs.

“nngh, too tight!” He moaned, pulling out and jerking himself off after you came twice on his dick. You just watched the lewd scene as he came undone, moaning your name and collapsing. After he came to his senses, he got a damp towel and cleaned both of you up, giving you water and food. Then, you two cuddled and kissed through the night until you both fell asleep <3

#txt smut #txt x reader #txt #yeonjun smut #soobin smut #beomgyu smut #taehyun smut #huening Kai smut #hyuka’s smut #Yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #huening Kai x reader #hyuka x reader #tomorrow x together

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luvistqrzzz · 2 years ago

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TRIVIA : LOVE — enhypen hyung line oneshot series

Finding love is not easy they say but what happens when you fall for someone at the most unexpected time in an unexpected way? — whisper a small oops and continue to fall further into the loophole of love.

aka the chronicles of a hopeless romantic soul

PAIRING && GENRE — hyung line x f!reader, can be read as stand alone oneshots, crack, ansgt, fluff, happy ending, more tba in individual fics

TAGLIST — open send an ask or comment to be added (you will be tagged for all the 4 fics) — @flwrshee @aosbie @rsmura @enhastolemyheart @yannew @sophiko22 @www-jungwon @nwjws @in-somnias-world @zzinyl @mrchweeee @ghostiiess @ilovecheese09

PERMANENT TAGLIST — @rikizm @str0l0gy @yenqa @heetoldme @crxzs @s00buwu @nhularin @bunreis @hysgf @mochamvgz @myonos — will be added in all parts

STATUS — to be released !!

AN — TYSM FLO @dollikis FOR THE MAIN BANNER ISTG SHE'S SUCH A GENIUS 🫶🏼🥹 I CANNOT GET ENOUGH OF IT ILYSM FLO my banners for the rest of the fic look like shit 😻🤞🏼 i feel the general summary is so cringe ( if someone comes up w a better one then pls help 😭) ALSO the fics in the series are based on rom com books tbh ive been planning and editing the masterlist for the past two weeks ahaha so idk how to feel about it... technically im still on my writing hiatus but ill try to start working on the fics after exams,,, hope yall look forward to it hehe ^_^ !!

"It was like I was trying to memorize him — in case this was the last time I would ever see him." — (failed) STEPS TO NOT MISS YOUR EX

There were a lot of ways your sister's wedding could have gone wrong but none of them included you crossing paths with your ex who happened to be the assistant wedding planner. Alternatively, where you were apparently "over" Lee Heeseung but an (almost) disastrous wedding made you think otherwise.

a luvistqrzzz rendition of save the date by morgan matson — [ read here ]

“Here's the thing about writing Happily Ever Afters: it helps if you believe in them.” — LETTERS TO YOU, ME AND THE BEACH

When a crippling writer’s block and an almost broke bank account forces you to move to an old family home, you didn’t expect to cross paths with your arch nemesis from high school, the ever obnoxious, Park Jay. But maybe the series of events that unfold during the summer could help you with a romantic book or two.

a luvistqrzzz rendition of beach read by emily henry — [ read here ]

“Note to self: Do not under any circumstances fall in love again.” — A 1000 WAYS BACK TO YOU

When Jake realizes he doesn't want to be (only) friends with you anymore, you are already moving halfway around the world and he's left alone on the other side of the line. Will it take two oblivious idiots 10 years and more than a hundred missed chances to see the feelings they've been hiding for long?

a luvistqrzzz rendition of where rainbows end by cecelia ahern — [ read here ]

"Well sure, who doesn't need a boyfriend? But realistically, those exotic creatures are hard to come by. At least a quality one.” — A STRANGER'S GUIDE TO LOVE AND CHRISTMAS

For Sunghoon, Christmas is like any other day, only a hundred times more crowded. But then he stumbles across a notebook at the local bookstore. A notebook full of... dares. As he and the anonymous author spend the entire Christmas eve swapping stories and dreams around the city of Seoul, where will it lead Sunghoon to?

a luvistqrzzz rendition of dash and lily's book of dares by rachel cohn and david levithan — [ read here ]

works belongs to @luvistqrzzz do not copy repost or translate my work

reblogs and feedback are heavily appreciated

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sailorsoons · 4 months ago

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GET TO KNOW ME

Thank you for tagging me @shadowkoo muah muah

WHAT'S THE ORIGIN OF YOUR BLOG TITLE?

Sailorsoons was invented because sailorrhansol was shot point blank and murdered by tumblr and did not return for 22 days. I needed a blog to post the works that I had coming up for collabs so I said fuck it and birthed sailorsoons and then moved here permanently after sailorrhansol was brought back to life.

FAVORITE FANDOMS?

I really only participate in kpop fandoms. SVT is probably my favorite int terms of low stress and I'm really enjoying creating with everyone here. BTS after that but there is a lot of stress in that space in general and on twt.

MORE UNDER THE CUT

OTP(s)/SHIPNAME?

I am a Yoonmin and Verdi enthusiast. Not in the way that I think they're together, but in the way I adore their friendships and those pairings as little units mean the world to me.

FAVORITE COLOR?

Burgundy and midnight red! I also really enjoy brown in general for like... my belongings and a lot of clothes etc.

FAVORITE GAME?

I have a ton... BG3, Fallout 4, Hogwarts Legacy, Ghost of Tsushima, Spyro, Crash Bandicoot, Apex Legends and Valorant.

SONG STUCK IN YOUR HEAD?

Come Away to the Water by Maroon 5

WEIRDEST HABIT/TRAIT?

I am stuck on this because I don't know what habits or traits I have but I constantly spin my conch piercing around all day so I'm going to go with that.

HOBBIES?

I don't have a ton - mostly writing, listening to music, reading, gaming or sometimes I watch TV but I don't do that a ton. Honestly, I am almost always working or writing.

IF YOU WORK, WHAT IS YOUR PROFESSION?

I am the Director of Advertising and Digital Marketing for an MLB team. I will let you wonder which club, my only hint is that it is typically a household name. I am about to start my fourth season in baseball :)

IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WISH, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

I want to be an author so bad. It's always been my dream to write and publish fantasy novels, but my job is so demanding I've never figured out how to dedicate time to trying to do that.

SOMETHING YOU'RE GOOD AT?

Impressions - I am weirdly good at them. Other random talents... archery. I can sing moderately well. And I can type really fast.

SOMETHING YOU'RE BAD AT?

I really struggle with math (even though I'm in advertising and marketing, yes), I'm not great at remembering things unless I write them down, and I'm bad at sleep!

SOMETHING YOU LOVE?

Writing, listening to music, being with my friends and gushing about the things we like, my dog.

SOMETHING YOU COULD TALK ABOUT FOR HOURS OFF THE CUFF?

Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, baseball, hockey, booktok/book discourse, anything mythology (various cultures) or ancient civ.

SOMETHING YOU HATE?

The president of the united states and the GOP. And cucumbers.

SOMETHING YOU COLLECT?

Notebooks... crystals... ummm Star Wars and anime things that I think are super cool.

SOMETHING YOU FORGET?

I forget immediate things really easily but I have a good memory in general

WHAT'S YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE?

Words of affirmation and acts of service.

FAVORITE MOVIE/SHOW?

Movie: Lord of the Rings Show: Alice in Borderland

FAVORITE FOOD?

So many different things but I fuck soooo hard with a palomilla steak and yuca frita w/ some tostones

FAVORITE ANIMAL?

Black moor goldfish, tigers and foxes.

ARE YOU MUSICAL?

Very, actually. I have a really strong ear and can replicate what I hear on most instruments.

WHAT WERE YOU LIKE AS A CHILD?

Very quiet. Only child. LOVED collecting frogs and lizards and putting them in a terrarium.

FAVORITE SUBJECT AT SCHOOL?

History and language arts by far.

LEAST FAVORITE SUBJECT?

Math and science - math because I've struggled with it, science because I had a science teacher who bullied me so much that I had to be removed from her class.

WHAT'S YOUR BEST CHARACTER TRAIT?

It's pretty difficult to REALLY upset me like it takes a lot for me to really crash out, even though I joke that I'm crashing out all the time. I'm also a really good problem solver.

WHAT'S YOUR WORST CHARACTER TRAIT?

I am insanely hard on myself. Like to a serious detriment, I never let myself breathe or fail at anything and talking me down from failure is super difficult because I never want to hear it.

IF YOU COULD CHANGE ANY DETAIL OF YOUR DAY RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

I just worked a split squad spring training game from a state that we are NOT playing in and it was very difficult to do remotely. I would have loved not to do that.

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL IN TIME, WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO MEET?

The current president's parents so I could murder them before they conceived.

REC YOUR FAVE FANFICS (SPREAD THE LOVE):

Vice;grip by @daechwitatamic | Tripple Dog Dare by @eoieopda | Full Throttle by @diamonddaze01 | Never Shall We Die by @gyuswhore | Houdini by @highvern

TAG OTHERS TO COMPLETE (NO PRESSURE) I don't know who all has been tagged sorry if I hit you twice: @daechwitatamic @eoieopda @moni-logues @kkaetnipjeon @gyuswhore @starlightkyeom @100vern @highvern @tomodachiii and literally anyone under the sun who wants to :)

#TAG GAME #hali's journal

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marilynthornhilllover · 6 months ago

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When you call my name, do you think I’ll come running?

Chapter 9: semi finale

A/n: I had an whole entire ending essay here for yall with shout outs and thanks💀 but I had to delete it because it’s not the final chapter, while writing I was like is this all gonna fit?😭 so I broke this chapter down into two parts so next chapter ( 10 ) will definitely be the final! Honestly did not intend on writing an extra chapter but that’s what happens when you don’t write in months and just one day decide to pick up that draft notebook and write ideas down. This is lengthy but trust it’s so worth it!.

Read chapter 8 here: Chapter 8

- “ My Love For You Sends Me Crazy”

Also don’t forget to listen to the playlist!!

You were only blessed with the privilege to shut your eyes and get some sleep when alcina had finally decided on which position was more comfortable for the night, her never ending continuous struggle to keep still had finally come to a halt. You sighed as the exhaustion of the previous day finally began to weigh down on your body as your heavy eyelids began to flutter shut. As your breathing had just started to slowed down to prepare your body for slumber, Alcina’s home phone began to ring. You heard her growl before the bed dipped with her weight as she moved to the noise of annoyance.

Her heavy footsteps stalked approached the phone with a sharp and quick deliberate pace. Once she reached the object she picked it up, her tone as sharp as she intended.

“WHAT?!” Her voice came through distinctly, tight with slight bitterness. The single word laced with frustration as she waited for the persons voice on the other end of the line to come through. Suddenly her entire demeanor changed and her body stiffened.

“ Donna? W—what slow down” you peaked your eyes open to look at her and for a moment the whole room went silent and you could feel the tension cutting through. Alcina’s face was stern and emotionless, you were totally unable to read what was running through her mind as she pulled her best poker face possible.

“ I’m on my way” she whispered, her voice flat and cold, devoid of any emotion as if the words were nothing more than an obligation. You didn’t miss the shiver that ran down your spine at this. Something was wrong and whatever it was it demanded Alcina’s attention and knowing her— it wasn’t going to end well.

“ what’s wrong?” Your voice came through soft and filled with concern and confusion as you sat up against the headboard and watched as she slipped out of her Chemise and into a sleek black dress and pulled her hat over her face.

Your question fell on deaf ears as Alcina proceeded towards her vanity were she painted her face lightly and added a touch of her red lipstick. She slipped her gloves on and rises to her feet where her bland eyes then met your gaze. She stopped for a moment before walking over to your side of the bed.

“ I must go now” were the only words she uttered to you before she placed a kiss on your forehead and exited the room. You huffed and rolled your eyes and when the door slammed shut and the lock turned you simply chose to go back to bed. At least now you could finally get some sleep — or so you thought. Because now you were the one twisting and turning. You almost forgot that you couldn’t sleep unless she was beside you. Groaning again you just decided to follow a sleeping guide that your mom had told you.

Inhale—hold, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale— hold, exhale. And soon enough your eyelids grew heavy and you quickly drifted off into deep slumber.

You gently stirred in your sleep before you woke. Stretching and rubbing the last bit of remaining tiredness from your eyes you got out of the bed, exiting the canopy you walked into the bathroom. After taking a shower you got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. Alcina was apparently still not back yet. Walking into the parlor and into the dinning area you saw Daniela and Cassandra already sitting at their seats.

“ Good morning girls” you chirped happily and they flashed you a tender smile in return as you too your seat at the table. A maid brought you a plate with your breakfast as if on que and you nodded in approval.

“ how have you guys been I’ve missed you guys so much!” You stated honestly, breaking a piece of your pancake to eat it.

“ i—I’ve b—been good—“ before Daniela could finish her sentence Cassandra swatted her arm and glared at her.

“ how many times does mom and I have to continuously repeat to you and your pig of a sister Bela to not speak with your mouths full?” Cassandra’s voice was leveled but she spoke with authority and determination. Shaking your head lightly, you chuckled softly at her actions. She reminded you so much of alcina. She looked so much like her in certain lights too.

You wish Alcina could see that. She was setting an example, she was leaving a mark. A legacy others could look back on. She wasn’t what others defined her as. Her definition is written in her family, her business, in Cassandra most definitely.

“ thank you for asking, I’ve been journaling” Cassandra responded politely, wiping away her stray food from her mouth. You glanced over at Daniela who was mocking Cassandra’s actions and rolling her eyes.

“ oh would you stop it!” Cassandra shouted, clearly getting irritated.

“ but you started it! Miss little goodie too-shoes” Daniela spat.

“ ok girls that’s enough, you both know you couldn’t be acting like this if alcina was here so please have some respect in and outside of her presence” you manage to cut in and they both sighed and sat back against their chairs. Though some unwavering tension glances were shared they spat quietly and said nothing to each other after that.

“ that’s good for you Cassandra, I like that, journaling can be a great way of releasing emotions” Cassandra smiled softly and nodded in agreement. You glanced over at Belas chair and noticed that she was absent. Your eyebrows quirked and as if reading your mind Daniela spoke up.

“ she doesn’t sit with us anymore…. Not sure why. Mom says she’s just going through a phase and to not worry about it” her voice came out grumbled and hoarsed to which she cleared before continuing to finish her meal. You looked over at Cassandra but she silently avoided your eyes and stayed quiet.

After you were all finished with your meals the girls disappeared to go venture off into their own aspects of their day,and you went your own way. deciding that the best way to silence your thoughts was to read you proceeded towards the library. It has always helped before and a good book could really help your racing mind and help calm some worked up nerves.

Your feet were a mind of it’s own as you made your way effortlessly up the stairs and down the hallway towards the library. Once inside you shut the door behind you and moved towards a random isle. You weren’t sure what exactly you were looking for so you just allowed yourself to wonder around, to see would your eyes would grab hold of.

Walking pass an empty isle you spotted a figure just down the end in it’s dimly lit corner. You jumped, pulling back slightly you realized that it was bela that was standing there with a huge brown dusty book in hand. Her head was titled to the side as her fingers gently escalated down the pages that were laid open. She looked so entrapped in whatever it had to say.

Sensing your presence her eyes snapped up in the direction of which you stood.

“ funny seeing you here….. alive at that” she whispered almost under her breath, so low that you almost didn’t hear.

“ good morning to you too bela, you weren’t at breakfast….. so I figured your weren’t hungry?” You questioned as you slowly approached her. You kept some distance between the two of you. She went back to ignoring your presence as she simply flipped through the pages more rapidly before groaning.

“ looking for something specific?” You asked her taking a step closer to get a look at the page but she only took a step back and again her eyes shot up at you. She had an animalistic look in her eyes that was contorted with anger. Now you were the one taking a step back. Her eyes lingered on you for a while before she slammed the book shut and disappeared into files in front of you.

You sighed heavily and looked around. Great— forget reading you were going to go back to bed and sleep off this entire day.

After you were sure that you slept long enough you decided to take a shower. You turned on the water heater to mild heat and took down your ponytail. Setting your hair tie aside you moaned softly at the ease of the release it provided.

You freed yourself from your clothes’ embrace and stepped under the running water. Your body shivered at the rush of heat and you did the butterfly hug on yourself, leaning back you allowed the water to travel into the depths of your hair, allowing it to be it’s own massage as your sighed, trying to release your stress.

You missed sound of your name being called and the abrupt sound of the bathroom door being swung open. With your eyes closed you didn’t even notice alcina removing her clothes before she joined you in the shower. You spun around swiftly at the touch of someone’s hand sliding around your waist as your breath hitched.

“ why are you so tense my love?” Alcina’s voice cut through your clouded mind as you melted into her embrace, returning her hug. You moaned softly as the feeling of her fingers combing through your wet hair to gently massaging your scalp.

“ relax, talk to me” she whispered softly against the skin of your ear, leaving trails of kisses in her downwards trail to your neck. You shivered in her hold and pulled away just enough to look up at her.

“ you need to stop leaving me alone in times where you know I desperately need you” you mumbled against her chest, leaving a small kiss between the valley of her breast which made her gasp before a small chuckle took her over.

“ I’m here now draga” she kissed your forehead and you were so lost in thought that you almost missed her asking you how your day went.

“ it was fine i guess, i think bela somehow hates me though” you said looking up at her with a pout. She smirked down at you and her lips connected with your in a slow passionate kiss before she pulled away.

“ bela hates everyone my dear” she mutters tiredly, as if talking about her own daughter’s abnormal behavior came with a weight of it’s own.

“ what was that last night? Running off in the dead of the night? Was Donna ok?” You asked, she sighed heavily with a silent plea in her eyes she wished you could somehow see pass and drop the question right away. You saw her hesitation but she eventually spoke up.

“ I met with Donna and a couple of old veteran friends….. Miranda is— she’s planning something big my love and right now I don’t want to talk about her, let me savor this moment with you, will you let me touch you?” She asked almost too desperately and you nodded because suddenly you didn’t trust your voice. For a moment you both reminded completely still, her hand on your back rubbing small reassuring circles as you got lost in her eyes.

Her fingers wonder up your shoulder blades before they found themselves wrapped around your neck, her other hand making it’s way down between your thighs towards your center. You released an audible whimper at her action as your head fell back against the shower caddy with a soft thud causing you to yelp. Alcina sucked in a breath as the both of you erupted into a fit of giggles.

“ careful sweet thing” she whispered as she kissed your cheek. She grabbed the bottle of soap from above and poured it onto your chest as she watched as it drizzled down your body. She took the wash cloth and started lathering it all over your stomach and arms watching as you squirmed against her.

“ please alcina, you need to make it up to me, please” maybe hearing you beg so angelic caught her off guard because some switch in her definitely flicked. She kneeled down and gently spreads your legs apart. She sneaks one last glance up at you before she envelopes her mouth around your clit. You back arches off the wall and you hand flew to her hair to ground yourself.

Her tongue flicked effortlessly against your small bud and eventually she sped up her pace. She flicked more erratically adding some twists and carful sucks through her actions and soon you felt as your thighs started to buck and tremble. Your grip in her hair tightened and your lucid moans filled the room.

She had you completely soaked and wet for her, with one final flick of her tongue your were already crumbling from your high. Once she felt you ride out your last wave of pleasure she pulled away and rised to her feet.

“ someone’s sleeping goodnight” she chuckled looking at your tired dazed form, you playfully swatted her across the arm and the both of you wrapped up your shower time and went to bed cuddling eachother tightly as if there was no tomorrow.

The next morning you woke up and immediately noticed the absence of alcina. You felt her side of the sheets but you were greeted with cold sheets and an untucked duvet. You sighed deeply and closed your eyes tightly. You tried not to think negatively about the situation because you were asleep so maybe she didn’t want to wake you— maybe she was just downstairs.

The door creaks open and you peer up to look at whoever is entering, to see a small fragile pale looking woman with maybe dear you say the most coolest looking eye scar you’ve probably ever seen. She holds your gaze for a long time and you could have swore she was calculating every stupid mistake and action you did back when you were younger. Her eye stern gaze kept you captive, and it was so intense that you refused to believe that this woman wasn’t some sort of witch.

With one final look she completely emerges herself into the room moving swiftly over across the room to open the drapes . Your nose caught a whiff of the smell of amazing pastries and you looked over at the tray of food she had brought and back at her. Still neither of you uttered a word to eachother, you didn’t know what to say to her either — not that you even knew her name anyway.

“ you plan on sitting in bed all day girl, ya’know that’s how people get arthritis right?” She finally spoke, her voice cutting through the growing tension in the room between you both. You gave her a warm smile— to which she didn’t return, before sitting up and crossing your legs. She looked at you skeptically before handing you the tray of food.

“ thank you……” you paused for a moment as you trailed off, your eyes desperately searching for a name tag but you remembered alcina does do name tags because she’s a hyperthymesia.

“ the names fatimah, and you are— lemme guess the lady’s mistress? The one who keeps her up at night?” Fatimah raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with both curiosity and challenge as she narrowed her eyes. You held eye contact with her for a while as you gathered your thoughts. Something about her perseverance and pressing authorive personality stirred on something in you.

You couldn’t help but smirk at her as you shook your head as if doing that would dismiss your thoughts. She seemed cool, reliable and most definitely funny but also someone who could stand tall and told their ground at any minute, someone who knows when and where to be serious.

“ it’s complicated fatimah, and quite frankly I don’t think alcina pays you well enough for me to tell you about our sex life” you muttered proudly , a half-smirk playing on your lips, you allowed your words to hang in the air for while as you watched her stunned face and leaned back expression. Fatimah chuckled at your reluctance, shaking her head slightly in awe.

“ well forgive me will you dear? I didn’t know the lady did complicated relationships I just thought she’d butcher them up and make her fine Romanian wine with their remains but here we are” The words hit harder than expected, the sharpness of her tone strangely catching you off guard. A brief, uncomfortable silence followed, and for a moment, you struggled to mask the flicker of fury rising in your chest. But your smile faded, replaced by a tightness you couldn’t shake. You swallowed thickly, your words of insult lodged in your throat, unsure of how to respond—knowing anything you said wouldn’t match up to her offensive words.

Fatimah’s scoff echoed in the room as she collected the dirty towels from the basket, her movements deliberate, and almost mockingly slow. The door clicked shut behind her when she took her leave with a finality that felt almost... too perfect. The tension lingered even long after she left, leaving you sitting there, feeling both disarmed and strangely defenseless.

You chose to ignore the odd encounter and to put it all behind you — the both of you just happened to get off on the wrong foot. You needed something to do though, sitting with your own thoughts for company was maddening. You decided to take a walk around the castle. Not only would it ease the thoughts that chose to stray but it would help keep the bad one’s tamed— at least until you could manage to control them. Eventually you ended up down the dark cold hallways of the west wing of the castle — the abandoned side that Alcina never fixed after the military war strike a couple years back.

As you walked down the hallway you felt like you were being watched. A cold shivery feeling just fell upon you out of nowhere and a couple times you had to swat flies away. You sighed heavily as you peered out the grand window looking far and beyond at the world that laid outside. There was hardly any view truly — just snow and grey clouds. The snow covered trees and dark clouds as the sun tried to make space for itself between the sinister light and the darkness that laid within the sky.

Your vision came into focus when you noticed a hazy small black figure in the reflection of the glass which caused you to jump as your breath hitch, turning around with immediate effect on your heels you were met with the dead eyes of bela standing half an inch down the hallway. Her head titled slightly and her arms clasped tightly together with each other as she emerged from the darkness, her face coming to light.

“ Jesus bela you almost damn near gave me a heart attack!” You shouted, your hand pressed to your chest as you tried to steady your breath. You could feel your heart running in circles and a little headache making way in your head. She gave you a warm yet cold smile to which you tried to return before she slowly started approaching you.

“ made it through another night?” she asked, her voice tinged with both mock and a hint of exhaustion as she looked you over but it didn’t quite sound like question. "Thought maybe you'd be gone by morning." You looked at her in confusion as you tried to comprehend what she meant ‘ gone by morning’. A tinge of fear washed over your limbs and you refused to move.

“ this one won’t end well for you y/n, but there’s still time to run” her steps towards you grew more in pace but she still kept them short and deliberate as her hands moved behind her back. You didn’t know how to react or what to say. You felt sick. You mind began to race and your breaths came out short and more rigid as the entire word around you started to get foggy. You blinked a few times to get rid of some of the haze that you hadn’t even noticed bela was now standing directly infront of your face.

So close you could feel her breath on your lips. You caught a whiff of the blood and dried up dirty and decomposed contents on her, scrunching up your nose you took a step back but your body came in contact with the coldness of the thin glass that stood behind you. And down below was a drop at least 200 meters down. Belas body barely pressed against yours and you swore you heard a faint crack in the glass. As if testing your limits and pushing your fear she leaned onto you more.

You held your breath for a moment before Turing your head to the side as you closed your eyes shut tight.

“ you should wash your hair, it smells weird” that was all she said before she removed her body weight from you entirely and pulled back. She smiled at you before she began to cackle, and in a swift turn she disappeared. You held out a long distressed breath gasping a few times before you could begin to breath normally again. Something was wrong with bela — not that anything about her was ever normal but for what it’s worth she’s wasn’t always like this. but you needed to have a talk with alcina either way. Whom you have not seen since the break of dawn.

Walking back down towards the grand entrance you couldn’t help but walk in your own thoughts, you drifted back to the two encounters you’ve had with bela thus far — none of which was remotely pleasant. And apparently she’s been like this ever since you left because Daniela and Cassandra are…. Well nonchalant about it and alcina seems to have nothing serious to say about it.

‘ Bela hates everyone ‘ oh please even a five year old wouldn’t buy that shit, so why should you. You knew something was wrong with this family from the moment you first became a maiden here but it’s like they’ve all gotten madder. Trying to stay sane in this place was impossible because everyone was insane, especially fatimah because she seems to have also gone mad although your not acquainted with her. You allowed your feet to lead you up the stairs and down the hallway of the east wing upstairs Alcina’s music room to check for her return.

How sick must these people really be. How sick must you be. You backtracked all the way back to the night when alcina told you everything about the great history of Romania and how you were somehow wrapped up in all this catastrophe. You didn’t believe it. Something wasn’t making any sense. At least not to you. You needed more clarity and you demanded more clarification. Suddenly you started hearing voices, they surely weren’t your thoughts because you’re not crazy enough to think your own thoughts were a person.

No these were human voices. Whispers. Your eyes snapped up towards the door ahead of you. You remembered Alcina mentioning something about the old lords meeting room but you hadn’t quite payed attention that day, all you knew was that it was an undercroft. Your feet came to a halt as your eyes snapped to the door that was slightly ajar. The mumbling of voices and the illuminated a dim candle light from inside announced that there were persons within.

Slowing your movements you quietly walked around the corners staying hidden in the shadows until you were behind of the door as the voices became more clear and audible.

“you do know that mother Miranda will not stop until she has the girls head right?” A strange deep and cracky old voice husked out. There can be sounds of shuffling heard from within before a much more familiar voice speaks up.

“ you speak as if I’m a incompetent human being Madam Leila“ you peaked through the door cracks to see Alcina seated on a dusty old couch beside this old witchful woman. She’s rather skinny and quite the pale one. She’s wearing this long sleeve purple gown that symbolizes royalty. Her eyes are sucked into their sockets a little but she dems to hide the rotting with eyeliner and glittery eyeshadow. Laid Beside her is a red Cain and squeezed tightly around it are slender veiny fingers with the most hideous claw shaped nails you’ve ever seen.

And perched quietly on her shoulder are two ravens. Alcina puffs smoke into the air before she extracts her cigarette holder and places it down on the counter before she moves to stand, you quickly shift back against the wall and try to make yourself as small as possible.

“ how much have you told her?” The woman asked slowly walking towards the window pillars.

“ as much as she needs to know” Alcina replied, taking another slow drag of her cigarette before she also moves into the light of the room, her bright yellow eyes coming into vision with the mirror infront of her, she pauses for a moment to stare back at her reflection before her gaze snaps back towards the woman far infront her at their sound of her voice.

“ oh Miranda will bathe in your blood” madam Leila whispers her tone dripping with mockery as her lips curl into a tight cruel smile, glancing over at the woman who stood before her. Alcina’s face scrunched up in slight irritation as she quickly snaps back in vexation.

“ I am no longer a slave to Miranda’s works you know this!” Madam Leila lips curl into a sly smirk, her eye brows quirked as she slowly began to take precautionary steps towards alcina.

You take a closer step towards the doors creek to peak, trying see more clearly and hear more of the lore hear evidently.

“ yet you covet my house for lámbrais pills?, to tame your raging beast? Say what you wish but Miranda still holds you captive and watching you suffer is truly pittyful, such a shame how you’ve fallen from your great height—“

“ have you forgotten who you sit before?!” Alcina’s voice rings out through the entire room leaving a faint echo to the far ends as she approaches madam Leila with a quick steady pace.

“ I am not obliged to respect you my lady, for I myself am a great lord of many nations, it’s out of the memory of your mother why I still uphold you with my right hand” madam Leila says, she speaks with her head held high, and with no empathy or even an ounce of regret or fear. It’s either she’s accustomed to it or she’s simple seen far worst.

But either way, her ability to utter words of hate so contumeliously to the countess Alcina Dimitrescu was truly remarkable. You wonder how Alcina never mentioned her. And now that she’s asking about the conversation she had with you had to mean something, she’s still hiding something from you.

“ I only want what’s best for you alcina, that girl is trouble” the woman says with a hint of warning in voice, her eyes quickly move over towards the door and for a moment you swore she had seen you. You quickly move back accidentally hitting the back of a nearby table with a vase on it but you were fast enough to have caught it mid air. You froze completely in your position slightly bent over as the women continued their conversation.

“ that girl!— has saved me, she is my life! “ you hear alcina shout.

“ will you tell that to Miranda if you were to stand before her with an ounce of your last breath?” You hear the madam mutter, in pure disbelief.

“ I have already defied her” Alcina simply says, moving across the room, leaning against the cold wooden pillar.

“ and you are soon to pay the price of it, they say love comes with a price alcina, the cost of which only fools should pay” madam Leila spat bitterly.

“ I am no fool” Alcina replies her tone sharp and snapping with building frustration and pure fury. You weren’t in the room but man could you feel the heat radiating from Alcina. She had to be boiling, because no one had ever challenged her the way this odd looking woman is.

“ no, you are certainly not, give the girl to me, i can have her beheaded by morning and we can put all this nonsense to an end and move pass it, a new dawn we shall call it” hearing this caused your heart to drop, you clung onto the vase more tightly as you waited for Alcina’s reply. She couldn’t possibly agree with that could she?…..

“ you must really take me for a fool, Miranda took the lives of your children and still you yearn for her acknowledgment try to see pass those rotting eyes madam ” Alcina spat, her tone calm yet cutting.

“ that is enough!” Madam Leila screamed followed by a loud crashing of glass.

“ you think?! I spent my entire life hiding behind her shadows afraid of her wrath what wrath has been afflicted on me? You people are blind to your own troubles, you dear sleep with a snake and call me a fool for loving the pain of being bitten?” You move with the vase on the other side of the corner, with precaution. You tip toe your way across and gently place the vase onto the other table as you hid behind a tall flower pot but now you were able to see into the room more clearly.

“ you will pay for this” the woman screeches loudly, with a loud sound a ravens cawing along.

“ as I’ve always done for the last 100 years of my never ending life” alcina responded her voice laced with pure hurt covered with bitterness.

“ but you’ve had it easy alcina! Special treatment that neither I nor that other lords have had! We’ve all been walking on eaggshells around you! You! She loved you!” The woman growled angrily, stomping her cain on the ground.

“ Miranda only favors what she has a chance with! And at that she’s ruined me completely! Nothing you and her has done out of the god fucking memory of my mother has not yet to benefit me!” Alcina’s words linger in the coldness of the air for a moment clearly filled with rage and hurt. She’s already been through enough and yet everyone fails to see that she too is made a flesh and blood. She’s already too has a heart that carries love and feelings built around emotions, she too had a childhood. A life that was robbed from her and her will.

“ you are no hero my dear, you’re not innocent, i do not know what that human girl sees in you, you are a monster, that’s what you’ve always been and that’s all you’ll continue to be” madam Leila says spitefully, she walks around to the wine cabinet and removes a bottle from the shelve, she grabs a goblet and pours herself a half cup. She slowly brings the glass to her lips, taking a sip before she gently places it down and continues to speak.

“ I almost pity her…. Truly it is a sad story that will not end well for her, just as Miranda uses you, you use her and that you cannot deny. But I don’t blame you, she should cut herself for being so badly naive. But guess what, should she smell out your lies tonight or Miranda finishes that base on time or your plan with your little plaything turns out to be on top, we all perish including her. Your mother would have—. “

“ leave my castle at this instant, i fear you have overstayed your welcome” Alcina’s voice suddenly interrupts her speech, her tone is cold and dull. Her eyes flicks up towards madam Leila and both their gaze connects in an instant. For a minute a moment of honesty is shared between both women.

But Alcina couldn’t fathom the hurt she felt deep within her heart. Her mother would always tell her “ my love, I don’t care who you love, I care if you are loved, and you my dear….. if you love someone you never let them go, you hear me? Fight for them until your breath gives out”. She was tired of people telling her what her mother would have wanted. Her mother would have wanted her daughter to be happy and healthy, kind too. And maybe alcina loved you because you looked at her with love, saw the better person in her, things her mother would.

People like Leila and Miranda only saw her for her potential, her knowledge, power and wealth. When truly she was so much more than that, but as simple as she came…. She was human.

“ I hope you can see beyond this before it’s too late….. this will not benefit you, and that thing inside you will soon eventually become—“

“ GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CASTLE!” Alcina shouts, her tone barely makes an audible crack as shallow tears floods her eyes but she resists them. As stern and maybe terrifying she may have sounded all you heard was hurt and pain, one that you couldn’t quite shake. One that didn’t settle too well. The woman sighs and you see for a small second her shoulders drop and she hesitates. But she takes up her Cain and snaps her fingers, her ravens immediately fleeing from the dark corners and perching themselves onto her shoulder.

She turns quickly on her heels and heads for the door and you immediately pull back and hide behind the tall flowers some more, slightly slouching down. The woman emerges from the room with the door quietly creaking. You hold your breath and press your back up against the wall as you watched her take slow steps down the hall. She stops dead in her tracks mid way she slightly turns her head to the side, she sniffs the air and her eyes narrow before she continues walking.

You’re startled when you hear the sound of multiple glass crashing in the room where alcina still was. You force yourself to move quickly back upstairs and into her chambers to wait for her while you got ready for the night ahead. As much as you wanted to go in and comfort her and ask questions you chose not too. You swallowed that urging feeling. If you wanted to find out more information you had to be smart. And that’s just what you plan on doing from now on until you can manage to wrap your head around enough information.

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Pairing: Harry x Draco, James x Regulus

Description: Harry Potter is desperately into Draco Malfoy, but he has no clue about it. He finds himself going through some old stuff in Sirius’ attic. He finds an old notebook that used to be his dad’s. Harry discovers that his dad was not only with his mom, but also dated Regulus Black during his time at Hogwarts. He reads through the flashbacks which help him to process his own feelings for Draco.

Word count: 1.7k

Author’s note: This is the first chapter of my first ever fic, so please be kind. I wanted to do this cause I enjoy fanfiction and wanted to practice my creative writing skills. If you do like it then give it a like or comment and feel free to follow if you want more updates. The next chapter should be posted later today. Thanks for reading!🫶

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Chapter 1: Pages of a Secret Story

20 October, 1995

Harry James Potter loathed Draco Lucius Malfoy. At least, that’s what he thinks. His friends know differently. Ron and Hermione knew that Harry had a massive crush on Draco. It was so obvious that his whole house could know as well. The only person that didn’t know was Harry himself. He was completely oblivious to his own feelings.

Right now, Harry is making his way toward 12 Grimmauld Place to visit his godfather, Sirius Black. He’s staying there for the weekend to spend some time with the only living man he considered family. He was a bit nervous; he didn’t really know what he could do there. He supposes he will find out in about a minute. He stared at the flat, almost afraid to walk in. He hadn’t really gotten to know Sirius that much since he had to stay in hiding after escaping Azkaban in Harry’s 3rd year. This was the first time he’d ever spent any elongated time with him. Harry made his way to the door, hesitating slightly. He knocked. He waits a moment and hears a pair of footsteps getting louder, making their way to the door. He watches the door handle quickly turn. He looks up to see the kind face of Sirius Black looking him right in the center of his bright green eyes. “Harry! Welcome!” Sirius exclaimed.

“Yeah, thank you for inviting me over Sirius.”

“Of course, my dear boy! Please come on in. I’d hate to be seen.” Sirius rushed Harry inside. The place looked exactly as he remembered it when he first came to join The Order. It still had that cold and regretful feeling to it. Almost as if there was a ghost haunting the place. A ghost with a lot of regret that is. “Please make yourself at home this weekend. I made Kreature clean all the rooms, so you’d be able to choose which one you’d want to sleep in. They’re just down that hall if you want to take your bag down.” Sirius told Harry, with an almost equally as nervous tone as Harry felt on the inside whilst gesturing toward a stairwell. “Alright. Thank you.”

“Of course. And down there is the kitchen and sitting room if you want to hang around down here.” He said now gesturing towards the corner that led to the kitchen. Harry nodded and started to make his way up the stairs. It was quite a dark and harrowing hallway. It made Harry feel as if the walls were closing in on him. It was a bit different last time he was here because there were also about 13 other people there to make it a bit more comfier. Now it was completely silent aside from the faint sound of Kreatcher cooking dinner all the way downstairs.

He made his way down the hallway and decided to stop at a room that said “Regulus” on the door. Harry knew that name. It belonged to Sirius’ estranged younger brother. For some reason, Harry felt drawn to the room. As if fate were telling him to open the door. He stared at the golden door knob for a moment before reaching toward it. He slowly turned the knob and when he opened the door he saw a room no different than a teenage boys would be. It had peeling blue wallpaper that had decaying Slytherin quidditch posters tacked to it. There was a piano in the corner, as well as a desk and dresser on the other wall. They were all the same shade of brown, but the dresser had a dirty mirror on top of it. The bed was quite wide which left little walking room through the bedroom. Though Harry didn’t mind too much, considering he lived in a cupboard for 10 years of his life, this room was like a mansion. The sheets were a reddish color and the comforter was blue. They were the only things in the room that looked new. Everything else seemed to have been sitting there and rotting for 30 years- “well I suppose it had.” Thought Harry.

He set his stuff down and sat on the bed. He was tempted to look through the desk, as he was a bit nosey sometimes. He started toward it and sat down at the chair. It almost gave out at Harry’s weight the second he plopped down on it. He stared at it for a while and pulled on the golden handle that opened the bottom drawer. Inside was only some old parchment and quill. There was also an empty bottle of ink that Harry assumed was either used up or dried out over time. It all was quite boring, so Harry decided to wander around a bit. He set his jacket down on the bed and set back off for the unlit hallway.

As Harry stood in the hallway he contemplated where he should go. He looked around and then up. He stopped and noticed that there was an attic door opening with a string hanging to pull down the ladder. He slowly walked toward it cause he didn’t want to be too loud incase he wasn’t allowed to be up there. He did stop for a second and consider whether or not it was a good idea to go into the attic. Dinner was almost ready and he wasn’t sure if he was allowed up there. After sort of careful consideration though, he still made his way up the rickety ladder.

The attic had a dusty smell to it. Harry could feel the 30 plus layers of dust traveling up his nose and down to his lungs. He coughed into his shirt sleeve, trying to conceal that he was upstairs. The attic was cold as well, but not in a temperature way. More of a lonely way, like no one had been up there in years. The attic was practically filled to the brim with boxes of stuff. He looked around a bit, but nothing caught his attention. That is, until he saw a small box labeled James sitting in the corner of the room. He made his way to it, eager to find out what things of his fathers Sirius still has. He picked up the box and sat on the attic floor in its place. It wasn’t very heavy and it was also untaped. He set the box on his lap and began to open it. Inside he saw only 3 things, including a quidditch trophy from 1974, a few Spider-Man comics from the 70’s, and a journal. Harry had to admit he was a little hesitant to open the journal. Last time he found a journal it turned out to be the ghost of Tom Riddle and he was going around petrifying people with a basilisk. He even forced Ginny Weasly to do his dirty work for him. Thinking about that time during his second year surprisingly reassured Harry that nothing can be as bad as that.

He opened the journal and saw that there were entries all throughout. Turns out it was a diary from his dads time at Hogwarts. The first entry was from 4 October, 1975. Almost exactly 10 years ago. Harry started to read in hopes to find a connection with his dad. The only other time he felt that way was when he played quidditch, and he desperately craved a way to know his family better. He never got the chance to know either of his parents personally. He only heard the same things from everyone else; His mother was bright and his father was a prankster.

4 October , 1975

Today was the first day of quidditch practice for this year's season. I saw Regulus in the air practicing as well. He looked so beautiful from that angle. Like he was an angel. Or perhaps a demon sent to tempt me. Unfortunately, it was working a little too well. Everytime I see him, it’ s like my heart swells up and might just burst. I feel a little bad for Lily, even though we never dated or anything, I still told her I liked her for 4 years. I’m just glad she never felt the same. I also feel bad for Sirius. I mean what kind of best friend falls for his best friend's baby brother. I mean it’ s not like I’d act on these feelings anyway. Not unless I got Sirius’ blessing which I know he would never give. That kinda sucks doesn’ t it? I suppose I ought to go to bed. I have more practice in the morning. At least I can watch from a distance right?

Harry’s jaw had dropped and his eyes had completely bugged out. He could not believe what he just read. His head and heart started to pound in synchronization as the words lightly uttered out of his mouth. “My dad and Sirius’ little brother?” Harry had a fear behind his voice. Almost as if he was scared of his own thoughts about this. While he had no problem with homosexuals, he never really knew any, and he certainly didn’t think his father would be one. About a million thoughts raced through Harry’s brain. However, the one that stuck out the most was “Does this mean my dad never loved my mom?” This thought terrified him. If it were true that would mean everything he had ever been told was a lie.

“Harry? Would you like to come down for dinner?” Sirius faintly shouted from the bottom of the stairs. Harry forced himself out of his trance to answer him back. “Yeah, I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Alright.” Harry heard back. He quickly stood and set the box back in its spot. He kept the diary and swiftly climbed back down the ladder to shut the door on the ceiling. He went into his room and shoved the diary in his jacket’s inner pocket. He made his way downstairs trying to remain calm and get through this dinner as fast as he could because oddly enough, Harry found himself wanting to read more.

Links to more chapters(will add as I continue to write)

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

#fanfic #harry potter #order of the phoenix #draco malfoy #drarry #sirius black #house of black #marauders #james potter #regulus black #first fanfic

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watarfallar · 9 months ago

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Have Some more

Grian: If anyone needs me, then fuck off.

Pearl: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Scott a little bit. BigB, holding Pearl's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation. Pearl: No, that's our joint tombstone. BigB: My mistake.

Bdubs: Guess who just found out the difference between wax paper and parchment paper the hard way? BigB: Wait, what’s the difference? Bdubs: One you can use in the oven safely, and the other you can also use in the oven... if the thing you are trying to make happens to be fire.

Scott: I hate you. Pearl: Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that is untrue.

Impulse: What is your favourite mythical story? BigB: The Story Of My Will To Live. Impulse: I don’t think I’ve heard of that one before.

Scar: Why is Joel making me do the dishes again? You haven’t washed them in a week, Ren! Ren: It’s because I’m Joel’s favorite. Scar: I hate you.

Pearl: Is the pink panther a lion? Impulse: Say that again but slower. Pearl: I don’t get it. Impulse: He’s a PANTHER. Pearl: Is that a type of lion? Impulse: No, it’s a fucking panther. Pearl: *googles panther* They aren’t pink? Impulse: AND LIONS ARE?!

Impulse: Good night. Mumbo: Sleep tight. Tango: Don't let the bedbugs crawl up to your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself. Scar: Great, now Mumbo's crying.

Scar: Pearl, I don’t think I can handle any more of your tomfuckery. Pearl: Oh yeah? Well I can keep going until you’re all tomfuckered out!

Joel: What happened?! Pearl: Do you want the long version or the short version? Joel: Sh-short?? Pearl: Shit's fucked. Joel: Okay, long. Pearl: Shit's very fucked.

Scar & Tango:*Playing video games* Joel: You guys woke up at 5:30 in the morning just to play games? Scar: *silence* Tango: *silence* Joel, finally figuring it out: ...You two never went to sleep, did you? Scar & Tango in shame: Yeah...

Joel to Cleo, who’s about to get married: Today, two families are becoming one. Tango, in an ominous voice: Two families enter, one family leaves. Scar: That sounds so threatening… Skizz: The Wedding Games… Scott: May the bouquet toss be ever in your favor. Cleo: Beautiful. Joel: Fuck all of you!

Impulse, handing out popsicles: Which flavor do you want? Tango: Blue flavor! Impulse: Uh, you mean Blue Raspberry? Tango: Blue flavor! Blue flavor! Impulse: Blue is not a flavor! Tango: BLUE FLAVOR!

Impulse: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions? Grian: Put spaghetti in it. Impulse: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you. Jimmy: Put spaghetti in it. Impulse: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two. Tango: Put spaghetti in it. Impulse: I am no longer taking suggestions.

Grian: *sharpens knife* We've got ways of making people talk. Grian: *cuts piece of cake* Joel: ...Can I have some? Grian: Cake is for talkers.

Scott: Oooh, a train! Jimmy: We’re in a train station, Scott.

Gem: Sometimes I drink milk straight from the container. Bdubs: The cow?? Gem:What? Impulse: Bdubs, W H Y?

Pearl: *sneaking in through their window* BigB: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night? Pearl: I was with Jimmy? Jimmy: *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?

Scar: You can track Pearl? Jimmy: Of course I can. If the NSA can do it, so can I.

Tango: The last time I went to an urgent care clinic, I checked off 'excessive crying' on the symptom list, and then the nurse got really confused and said that was meant for babies.

Martyn: So, Scar and Gem. Martyn: According to this, you two are being accused of: Armed Robbery, Vandalism, Drug Abuse, Grand Theft Auto… Scar: We had a bad day. Martyn: And… MURDER?! Gem: It was a pretty bad day…

Bdubs: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective? Martyn: *crouches down* Joel: *kneels down* Cleo: *sits on the floor* Bdubs: Bdubs: I hate all of you.

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amemenojaku · 1 year ago

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I saw umineko stage ep3 today!! it was amazing. the quality level is insane. I got goosebumps several times and it even managed to make me tear up... everyone's performances felt like they all know their characters so well now 🥺🙏 the lights, costumes and choreography were all perfect too

some thoughts (major umineko spoilers obviously):

young eva/evatrice's performance in particular was just. literally perfect? the way she delivered her lines, carried herself, her laugh resounding onstage and the little things she did when she wasn't the center of attention were all 100% in character. she was adorable during the ceremony where she becomes the new beatrice, introducing herself to the goats and giggling w the 7 sisters, and she was absolutely terrifying in rosa's and maria's death scene. also mad props to the costume designer(s) who did her sailor outfit that turns into the witch outfit almost instantly

everything beato's actress did had me go :] there's a lot of cute beato scenes in ep3 and she was adorable in the goofy, endearing way og beato is in the story while still being cool and fun when needed in the other scenes

and last but not least eva's actress did an amazing job too, especially during the emotional scenes of her character (when she solves the riddle, finds the gold, hideyoshi's & george's deaths). her lungs' strength is impressive lol. it's been 4 hours and I still clearly remember her screams

overall I loved the way so many of the actors and actresses would just do little things when they were on stage but not in the spotlight/not talking, like the chiesters whispering in each others bunny ears instead of their human ears/covering their bunny ears because of loud noises, or the 7 sisters just jumping around and messing w each other, maria taking her notebook out of her bag and reading it, etc. they weren't just standing doing nothing and it always felt very in character, too. there was always something new no matter which part of the stage you're looking at

rudolf's actor looked and acted like he came straight out of a yakuza movie? ik he was already like that in the previous episodes but for some reason I felt it even more this time. might be because of the fight against the sisters before he and kyrie die (which was probably my favorite action scene btw. really cool choreography). I'm not complaining though. made me like the character even more

speaking of rudolf. at some point during one of the scenes where the adults discuss beato's first letter, he just... started massaging hideyoshi's shoulders? he did that for at least a full minute before hideyoshi's actor nodded as thanks and he stopped. I have no idea if this was part of the script or if the guys just decided it on their own??

when gohda does his night check of the mansion right before his death he was actually walking in the aisles with his lantern before he got up on stage!! he got to tell a joke and do some fun stuff before being killed and never being relevant again. rip

beato asking battler to give her a new name now that evatrice inherited hers, ronove on the side of the stage writing a stupid nickname on some paper to show her only for her to get annoyed, rip the paper from his hands and stomp on it

I don't know if this was done on purpose or not, but when eva fires the shot that blinds jessica and jessica accuses her of being the culprit, pointing at some random direction since she can't see anymore, she actually pointed at shannon's corpse on the sofa behind her. it could very well just be a coincidence. but. yea

krauss drinking straight from the fucking bottle during the golden land party scene at the end and getting completely smashed

ange!! she was so cool and cute. she punched the goats. I can't wait to see her in ep4 😭

battler literally Just Standing There at the very end, when ange and beato start duking it out before the episode's over 🧍

the curtain call was super cute. everyone got together to pose for the cameras before they realised beato wasn't here so they had kinzo cry for her in the infamous kinzo way and she graced them (and us) with her presence :)

battler's actor: "so we'll need your support -and- your gold for episode 4 to happen"

cat nanjo be upon ye

#umineko #sorry mobile users.

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meowzfordayz · 2 years ago

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when you stay up late — tanjirou, kyojuro

Author’s Note: … sooo, who else is a night owl? 😅

when you stay up late — tanjirou, kyojuro

Kamado Tanjirou x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~800

CW: none

Emergency Request Fulfilled: I think I’ve been exhausting my body a little tooo much, so parts of my arm and leg are beginning to hurt. I’ve also like, not been sleeping on time lately.. (cough 2am) 😭

So maybe (if you can) do a Drabble (or anything really) in which Tanjiro helps reader get some sleep on time? Maybe even help in keeping reader from exhausting her body so much?

Suggestion Fulfilled: How would Kyo react to finding his s/o up at an inhuman time late at night? What if she is playing videogames and stuffing her face with snacks or something? "my love, it's 2 in the morning!" "yes but this game is so good and I need answers!!" 😂 (def not what I've been doing)

AND AN EVEN BETTER ADDITION, what if he ends up sitting down next to her to stuff his face whilst watching the screen intently because, indeed, the game is very good and interesting and now HE needs answers? 😂😂😂

~faqs~

Has a couple tried and true methods for helping you sleep ~early

Or at least, sleep at all if he falls asleep first, and then wakes up hrs later to you still awake 😅

Tells you stories

They’re always made up, and always ~nonsensical, but the simple act of murmuring softly beside you till your eyes begin drooping is what matters most 🥺

For example:

“Once upon a time, there was a bottle of hot sauce. His name was Frank.” 🔥

“Tan, shouldn’t his name be RedHot, and his dad is Frank? Y’know, Frank’s RedHot?” 🧐

“You’re supposed to be relaxing, not logicafying my story.” ☹️

“Hmpf.”

“Anyway, Frank’s best friend was an apple named Macintosh. 🍎 They went on many adventures together, from apple picking to hot wings sampling events. Their favorite festival was the applesauce and hot sauce festival where vendors from all over the land gathered to provide three days of sauces and fun.”

~at this point, you’ve fallen asleep~

Tanjirou doesn’t always know whether to feel proud or offended that you fall asleep so quickly

Like, is he that calming and soothing? 🥰

Orrr bOrInG?! 😭

Takes you on late night walks

Hear me out

Is going for a walk @ 2am a lil counterintuitive for going to sleep?

Yeeeah

BUT

If you’re already awake, and lying in bed isn’t helping, then a cute, moonlit walk couldn’t hurt any more 🌙

“You want to get up now?” you yawn, fixing an amused stare at Tanjirou’s bedhead

“Why not?” 😁

And altho you could technically think of plenty of this-is-why-not reasons, you shrug instead

“Okay!”

Within a block, you’re clinging to his arm, body feeling heavy and content 😴

And within two blocks, you’re whining cutely into his shoulder, “Taaanjiiirooouuu, m’sleeeeepy.” 🥱

11/10 you’re getting a piggyback ride home 🤗

More often than not, Kyojuro ends up getting roped into whatever’s keeping you up 🥴

Suffering through hw?

He’ll get his own notebook, snacks, and water (to share, ofc), and keep you company 🤓

“My love,” he whispers—after ~30 secs—stricken faced

“Hm, Kyo?” you hardly spare him a glance, trying (and failing) to make sense of your lecture notes

“I realize now why you are still studying at 3am. This is incomprehensible!” 😖

Nonetheless, he persists along w/ you, doing his best to hide his yawns, and insisting on 1 min cuddle breaks whenever you have an epiphany aka finally understand something

By the last cuddle break, you’re falling asleep in his arms, and he doesn’t do a thing to stop you 😌

(spiritually, he fell asleep hrs ago 😃)

Fixated on a video game?

Kyojuro trusts you when you tell him, “No worries babe, go to sleep, I’ll join you in a bit!” ☺️

He shouldn’t have 💀

Unless “a bit” always meant “sometime after 2am” 🤡

“Darling,” he rasps, blearily eyeing your focused position in front of your computer (that you haven’t moved from since he was last awake), “What time is it?” 😵‍💫

“Time to destroy this BOSS,” you exclaim, not missing a beat, nor shaken by his sudden consciousness 😎

“Do you think you have enough snacks?” he asks wryly, surroundings slowly but surely registering 🥨🧀🍫🍿🍪

“Nope,” you grin, “But you can still have some.”

“Why did the screen go black?” 🤨

“Because I died,” you huff, “You really ought to know these things.”

“And become a gremlin like you?” he chuckles, blankets tossed aside as he shuffles himself out of bed

“A WINNER, Kyo, I’m going to be a WINNER.” 😤

“Sure, especially when I have seen that black screen at least three times in the five minutes that I have been awake.” 😉

“Y’KNOW WHAT,” you shriek indignantly, pointing a playful finger at him, “Sit and watch, this game isn’t easy.” 😒

“Is it multiplayer?” 🫢

“No.” 😐

(yes, but no hell in way are you letting him join and show you up now — at least, not tonight)

“I can eat your snacks?” 😋

“As long as you promise to fetch more when they run out.”

And that’s how you and Kyo end up pulling an all nighter, eyes bloodshot, stomachs full, and very hydrated (bc water is apparently a snack too)

P.S. You eventually allow him to play w/ you (after you beat the game yourself)

P.P.S. Watching him struggle brings you immense satisfaction 🤠

P.P.P.S. “Kyo, you might break your record of deaths in a minute.” “Oh hush, I am just warming up!” ❤️‍🔥

#headcanons #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kamado tanjiro #kamado tanjirou #tanjiro x reader #tanjirou x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader

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eri-pl · 2 months ago

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So, inspired by @winds-of-zephyr416's m&M time-travel AU

...I don't even but into time-travel AUs, but. The feels.

Not an AU even, just a cloud of semicoherent ideas.

For the sake of clarity: when I say in this "and an Awkward Conversation happens" or similar, I mean "and they talk and mention (or reference) Eru" which is more awkward to write than awkward for them thb. )

So yea, smol!Melkor and smol!Manwë time-travel forward into late YoT. OK, sorry, I don't feel like I need a smol!Manwë, adult Manwë is sweet and innocent enough. <3

Everyone (except Manwë and some others) would be extremely suspicious of smol!Melkor and his adult self would hate him. I suppose he tries to frame smol!Melkor for the Feanor-Fingolfin conflict, but fails.

idk what happens before the fateful party, but at the party smol!Melkor sneaks out, goes to the Trees based on some kind of a hunch, tries to fight Ungoliant (I think we're going with this version where big!Morgoth is not there w the Trees), mostly fails. Also screams because he too is good at screaming :D

Tulkas and others run into there alarmed by the scream, Ungoliant ran away, smol!Melkor is wounded, the Trees are black.

smol!Melkor starts poking at them (to most Valar's alarm, esp Yavanna, who probably has to be stopped from stopping him) and they fall apart, and he basically... you know how some kids love to peel off plastic film from notebooks and whatever. He kinda does that with the Trees. And then collapses.

there are now two pieces of somewhat rotten wood standing in the ground, but everyone is more worried about smol!Melkor. OK, Manwë is, not sure about Yavanna. Anyway smol!Melkor is poisoned with darkness, and kind of starts blending with parts of his adult self. He wakes up screaming and has an existential crisis, and says that he should not exist and wants to die and Manwë and probably others (Nienna) persuade him and an Awkward Conversation happens. Eventually smol!Melkor gets better, he does assimilate parts of... of his adult self or whatever... anyway he grows a bit. And yet, he is not evil.

so, Melkor is now in a late teenager or young adult stage, also he's more sad than before but the good kind of sad

and the adult version is Morgoth, so we'll just call them that

the stumps of the Trees begin to sprout upwards, you know how it looks when a tree stump grows a bunch of small branches up and it's like a weird bush? Also, they barely glow. So rebooting them with the Silmarils is still a question.

Melkor (being the kind of smart that they were missing) tells everyone to not ask Feanor, just let him get to the conclusion that he could fix the Trees and then maaaybe he would. They do this.

Do the Silmarils get stolen? I'm not sure. Probably..?

OK, this is going into a huge fix-it territory and we're booting out most of the FA problems, but Morgoth and Ungoliant (and maaaybe the Silmarils?) kind of anihilate each other, nobody knows what happenned, but they're gone, with an ominous subtext that they will be back one day. Basically we're skipping the was and Morgoth is in the Void because Ungoliant. Somehow.

But all the damage is still done, and no, Melkor cannot remove it. He isn't sure if he ever will be able to.

Feanor is upset and wants to take revenge on Melkor because surely, he is responsible for what his alternate version did. He still nopes out of Valinor, but probably doesn't swear the Oath or at least it's less awful. And less Noldor follow him.

They talk about the Men, Melkor decided to go to ME too, Manwë says he shouldn't, Melkor yells at him that the whole idea of Valinor was dumb (yea, he's not wrong), Manwë is terribly worried and cries, another Awkward Conversation where Melkor explains to Manwë why he doesn't want to listen to him on this, Manwë agrees and says that he won't abandon the Vanyar but if any of the Valar want to go, it's fine

Melkor goes to ME, with him Ulmo, Orome (with the pretense that he needs to watch Melkor, but tbh he just likes it there) probably some others and also many Maiar. Some, like Nienna go back and forth intensly.

Also some Elves go with them, but legally. (Finrod!!! <3)

Mhm yeees, Sauron is there which is extremely interesting, but I have no ideas what to do with it currently

Melkor meeting the Men would be ooooh so intense! (Yes, they are messed up already. Yes, the timeline has issues.) I have some mental images about it, but let's just say he's like "Ooooh!!! <3 :3 Babies, I love them, I will take care of them, Babies!!! :3 :,((( " (And yes, Finrod is there too, doing the same but less loudly. I think they's be BFFs as much as a Vala and an Elf can be, like Manwe and Ingwe. Except Melkor would be very impatient and intense and Finrod would be like "---but wait")

Also, because some motives are woven into the fabric of Fate, Melkor (who does have a trickster streak) does trick Maedhros into getting stuck somewhere (Maedhros is not entirely innocent in the situation), but a) it's hours not years and not traumatic just scary b) what Fingon has to cut is not the hand, but the hair, which does grow back but in the meantime Mae looks stupid, c) the whole experience does make Mae a better person

Probably some more things in the "motives must motive" vein, but I can't currently think of them

ok, it's basically "Melkor is good and he gets to do fun stuff: the fic"

and yes, he gradually grows up and when he's a proper adult we are probably having a MelkorNienna because I like this ship so mmm them getting married <3

#tw sui ideation #mentioned #sort of #rambling #silm #silm au #melkor #many other sbut mostly melkor #manwe #morgoth #yes I do have weird emotional needs

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soarelesiluna-ao3 · 3 months ago

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May I also request merman!Lucio now that we have satyr!Lucio? Or you can also flip it and make reader!mermaid and Lucio a fisherman who captures her and enthralled by her beauty, falls in love with her.

-🐢

Hi hi did you miss me?

I'm taking this one request and maybe another one, one SFW and one NSFW. Both Lucio related because I just listened to his new album today and I am fascinated!! I really need to yap abt it. Ask me abt it. I also have tons of ideas to write. Esp w Situazione Complicata (other man Lucio anyone?).

But in the meantime let me yap abt Lucio being another fantastic being 💙 Please do comment which scenario you liked best - do continue leaving requests!

Content under the cut!!

(also to the Irkomi request - I swear I still have you in the back of my mind! When I'm a bit more free I'll sit down and write something longer bc I already have the idea and all!!)

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[ Act One: Maremma Boy. ]

You had never visited Italy, but this little town you found in Maps seemed quite nice. You were used to traveling alone, so getting there and exploring wasn't a big deal. In fact, you loved it. And these towns had such quiet nights that it made you happy to just exist while the streets were empty.

Your steps took you along the beach, walking towards some rocks. There, you sat down and watched the rolling waves and the glistening moonlight shining over the surface of the water. Only the sound of the sea remained at this hour of night. And it was such a pacific moment. You could get lost in it forever.

"Ah... Good evening."

That voice caught you off guard. You look around, clearly startled, but don't see anyone in your line of vision. Until you look amongst the rocks, and find a young man, leaning against the rocks. You can't quite see his hands since he's leaning his head against his crossed arms, but you do see his skin is pale and his wet hair is very long.

"You aren't from around here, are you? I've seen most of the people in town at least once but it's the first time I see you."

As you explain where you came from and how you got here, he seems to raise his eyebrows, amused. This is interesting company.

"Oh, I see. Did you like the town so far? I hope you did. It's full of great people. You'll like it here, you'll see. What is your name?"

As you say it, he seems to take it in like a breath of fresh air. He then grins at you with a playful expression.

"My name is Lucio. I live around here... But you'll only see me at this hour, and at this place. And not for too long. You see, there's a secret I'm trying to keep... And you have to promise me you won't tell anyone about it. But it is late for you. I'll tell you what - I'll make an exception, because I'm interested in knowing you better. Let us meet at sunset in this same spot tomorrow, yes?"

You nod, now fully curious about this. Lucio's smile turns softer as he slowly backs into the sea.

"Very well. I will be waiting. Do not let me down. It was very very nice to meet you. You have a beautiful name, by the way.*

As Lucio fades into the sea, you wonder if it's really this late or if you're really too tired. Because one, you don't see any houses around the shoreline, so it wouldn't be likely that he lived here. And two...

... Was it your imagination, or did you just see a human sized fin come out of the water for a moment, as Lucio swam away?

[ Act Two: Tu sei il mattino. ]

"Come on, Lu, light up a little!"

Lucio sat on the back of the ship with his friends, slightly uneasy. As much as he loved the sea, he would never get used to ships. And so, he clutched a notebook between his hands, fidgeting with the pages

You knew Lucio. He was the boy who came near the shore to sing with his guitar almost everyday. You had never seem him up close, but you've already memorized his voice. And today, it seemed like he wasn't having a great time.

You liked eavesdropping on the ships above your head. Mermaids always have the most fun, seeing the most beautiful parts of the sea, and meeting all kinds of fascinating humans. Even though you had to run away from one or two fishing boats every now and then, you still were very curious about humankind. And particularly, humans like him - artistic, talented and seemingly kind.

"I don't like this very much, are you sure you know how to get back to the shore?"

"Ah, come on, Lucio, of course we know! Doesn't this help inspire you? Being surrounded by all this landscape?"

"I mean... I don't know... I need new ideas for a song but this isn't really working... "

You hear his voice. He's frustrated. And you don't like hearing him like that. You'd rather have him sing a beautiful song as usual. After a while of thinking, you have an idea to make that happen. It might be risky, but you're willing to take this risk.

You wait until you hear the friends laughing and joking amongst themselves, after Lucio announces he will be inside the ship. And then is when you decide to make your great appearance. You knew it had a small window with a view of under the sea. So you waited until you saw his silhouette on the corner of your eye until you made your move.

You tapped the glass thrice to catch his attention. And you saw his eyes widen with clear fascination when he saw you in all your glory, scales covering parts of your face and hands, with shells in necklaces and your colorful fins. There was no way he didn't know you were a mermaid. You smiled at him and waved, waited for him to wave back, and swam away, flustered. This was the closest you'd get to a human, and it was a bit too much for now.

Lucio, while he saw you escaping, remained there, with his mouth slightly open, unable to believe that such a beautiful sight was real. He knew he needed to do something about this. He needed to make sure you weren't a dream, but most importantly, he needed to get to write first and foremost.

He had just gotten the inspiration for a new song.

And he was willing to find you so you could hear it.

#rpf #sanremo rpf #lucio corsi #x reader #sslnrequests #merman #🐢

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definesanity · 1 year ago

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Reverse The Years...

When she came to, it was on a bed she has not seen in 34 years.

Vertin had near enough ended it right there and then, were it not for the fact there was nothing she could do so with in her room.

The Foundation, always making sure their hounds never got too many toys to play with...

With a practiced ease, she got out of bed, and saw herself in the mirror.

That child was her once more... and she already knows her plan.

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Classes were interesting. Shockingly enough.

Maybe it's because she forgot some things, that relearning them was fun, for once.

Sonetto, who looked as cute as a button (she can say that. She thinks.), also looked in surprise at Vertin's heat-seeking questions.

One question followed another in a stream that seemed to extend long and wide, and by the end of the lesson, even the Instructor looked impressed.

Exiting the classroom, Sonetto quickly caught up with Vertin, who she herself was mumbling about getting a notebook.

"I..." Sonetto cleared her throat. "Did not know you could be so inquisitive, Vertin."

Vertin blinked in surprise, but then remembered that, she was not the Timekeeper. Not anymore...

"Lessons were interesting today," Vertin replied. "I just asked about things I was curious about."

Sonetto nodded. "It's a good thing, Vertin. One more misstep, and you might have been sent to the guardhouse."

Vertin hummed. "I know, Sonetto. I'll try to behave myself." the grin on her face made it hard to believe, however.

She continued through the hallways. The white felt suffocating. How did she go through not tearing them down, back then?

The white marble protected and made them all weak. To die as weapons, not as people. Vertin said different.

Maybe that's why she awoke to instantly fall into eternal slumber by a bullet to her skull.

"Psst," a tiny voice said. "Psst!"

Vertin paid no mind, until-- "Timekeeper!"

Vertin turned to the noise so fast she was sure her neck was about to snap. There, behind a corner, was Lilya, motioning her hand in a 'come hither' gesture.

Vertin approached cautiously. The two stood in front of each other, and Lilya leaned down...

...To pat Vertin's head.

"I said, didn't I?" Lilya grinned lazily. "Now, it is my turn to pet you."

Vertin near enough had her jaw on the ground. "...You... remember?"

"As far back as today," Lilya replied. She then rubbed her eyes, trying to stop her tiredness. "Ugh, this is too weird... did we go back in time?"

"Seems so." Vertin replied in turn. "Things are currently too esoteric for us to understand. If things go the way they did..."

"Lilya nodded, her expression grim. "Breakaway." she clicked her tongue. "There's only so much we can do, there's only three of us."

Vertin blinked. Then, turned to Matilda.

"I applaud your correct usage of 'esoteric', at least." Matilda dryly said. "Still, how--"

"You also remember?" Vertin interrupted. Just in case.

Matilda spluttered. "W-What?!" she looked flabbergasted. "Would I TRULY be conversing with you if I did not?!"

"True," Vertin hummed. "You never did like me."

"I-- YOU were an academic annoyance, getting in my way of my rivalry with So...!" she trailed off, turning red as Vertin and Lilya gave her unimpressed looks. "L-Lessons will start again soon!" she spat out, "Do not be late!"

She stormed off, leaving Vertin standing with a slight smile and Lilya looking smug. Taking a swig, the pilot gestured to Vertin. "Get going then, Vertin."

Vertin nodded, and walked away.

They found a path, away from the light. And the lamb found twin blades of silver, sharpened beyond their years.

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Did Vertin have a lack of a will to learn? No. She just knew lots of things beyond her years, was all.

Even still, her increased participation in lessons made it so Sonetto began to talk to her more. While nice to hear her childhood friend once more... it felt strange, too.

Sonetto was not yet free, her spirit bound to the pale palace.

Vertin needs to send her outside, beyond the walls, in order to open her eyes.

Does anyone else recall the past... future? She did not know yet.

Although, this changed when she came face-to-face with Mesmer Jr.

She looked down at Vertin with a strange expression. She looked as if she was debating something internally, a number of ponderous questions, with clues only the former keeper of time may know.

"Will you...?" she asked, an eyebrow raised, a tinge of hope in her voice.

Vertin's face was blank, and had something to say to the misunderstood girl. "I'll make sure the same act of 'genius' does not happen again."

Mesmer Jr., for the first time since Vertin had met her, smiled. If a bit venomous, and without much faith. "Make sure of it."

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Later, after classes were down, the four... Recallers? That'll do for now, gathered in a hidden corner of the SPDM. According to Lilya, the camera didn't actually work. Even still, the four were all careful.

"You mean to say, we just wait?" Mesmer Jr. asked, a rising anger in her voice, but Lilya waved her off.

"What can we do, right now?" Lilya replied, moving her carton from one hand to another. "We all are kids again, and our Arcanum is next to nothing."

Matilda nodded. "Everything that happened was planned... how do we break it...?!" she whispered to herself in thought.

Vertin, sitting nearby, was also deep in thought. This happened because of her actions. If she could replicate it, but without harming anyone...

"I have a plan," she eventually said. "Do you all trust me?"

All three looked a little sheepish, Lilya most of all, but eventually nodded.

Vertin sighed to herself. 'Just what has been practiced countless times, right?'

#ryuusei's works #reverse 1999 #r1999 #vertin #lilya #matilda bouanich #mesmer jr #sonetto

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stilitana · 5 months ago

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hello everyone! it's been a long time since i posted or chatted with anyone here. i wanted to give an update.

a lot of people here i met from writing fanfic. i've been writing fic since i was nine years old. (warrior cats stories in a spiral notebook during math class :,) i have received comments over the years that have really humbled and astonished me, that something i wrote could affect someone so deeply, and that somehow a story could connect me to people who felt so many of the things i was feeling. i thought i would write fic forever. now, it's been two years since i wrote any.

but i do write, more than ever. i have written and published a couple short stories, but now i want to finish a novel. i am working really hard on it, probably harder than i've worked on anything in my life to be honest. i have thought about why that is.

coincidentally, or not, the last time i wrote any fanfic was right before i did some things that woke me out of the passive fog i lived in. i had been contemplating suicide so long. finally, i told myself: you have to try everything else first. have you tried everything? and the answer was clearly no.

that's when i started to transition. a year before that, i'd started anxiety and depression meds after resisting for years, and i think they helped, but no where near as much as transition did. transition felt like, wow! this is what was missing the whole time! i solved the mystery of my sadness, now the rest of my life is going to fall into place!

now that it's been two years since i came out, i have realized that sense of excitement about life had actually almost nothing to do with taking hormones, changing my name, or getting top surgery. i know that sounds weird. what i mean is, even if i wasn't trans, or trans in this specific way, i think i'd have reached this crossroads where i needed to decide--am i going to do something about my apathy, or not? transition was, well, transformative, but not for the reasons i thought. yes, i have relief from a lot of daily dysphoria, but more than that, i have self-knowledge. i know that i am a person capable of looking inward, acknowledging a truth i had lied to myself about, and making a change to my life--a public change that required bravery and more willpower and initiative than i thought i was capable of. does any of that have to do with T, specifically? or is it more to do with willingness to risk, and to upset the expected and work against inertia? like, to be honest, i think i could have made other choices that would have also resulted in the feeling of freedom and liberation that transition gave me. and i hope i do make other choices like that. i hope i keep making them forever. i think when i started transition i thought it was The Decision of my life but that's actually laughably naive in hindsight. to me being trans now is maybe an attitude or a style of grappling with life, a way of thinking and surviving, a constant becoming-ness instead of the this-to-that i used to understand it as. because tbh if i passed seamlessly and never experienced any friction related to my trans identity again, what is left of that identity? it's more than a gender identity to me. it's like, a scrappy and hardy survival style willing to mutate and adapt and take on new and strange forms to endure and maybe thrive like a tree growing around a fence. to me at least, for now, that's how i think of it.

i still live in nashville w my little family, my sibling and my partner and our dog and cat. i work at the child support office and i like working there, and i also don't want to work there forever, and the ability to want things is still kind of new to me, so i've been more motivated than ever to write. i write on my lunchbreaks every day and when i get home. i hope i'll have a novel to share some day.

we're planning to move in the next year and a half to a blue state. maybe chicago or minneapolis. i have really conflicted feelings about moving. but i have to remember that loss is inevitable, and so is change, so i might as well participate in making choices that result in loss and change, since they can't (and i guess shouldn't) be avoided.

that's my update! everything is going wonderfully and also terribly all the time!

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sugar-glaze-donut · 1 year ago

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Hii!! <3

If it's alright with you, could do some drabbles/small hcs of the devil butlers who have an aruji-sama who is a long dragon/Chinese dragon? I've been thinking about this concept for a while, I still haven't seen any sort of supernatural MC in this fandom😭 I mean it makes sense since the game MC is supposed to be basically just a self insert of the player, but it would still be nice to see an aruji who's like nonhuman and stuff •w• sorry if I rambled a bit there (T_T)

Why hello Anon! I see you have an interesting request!

In my past few works, I wrote about Aruji-sama who's a devil, an angel and a fairy. But an Aruji-sama who's a Chinese dragon? I LOVE YOUR IDEA!!!

I did a lot of searching about the Chinese dragon, here are the sources I used! - Here! (Please let me know if some information is fake or isn't true!) (Also PLEASE tell me if anything I wrote here is offensive in any kind of way! I don't want to accidentally offend anyone here, I want my readers to feel comfortable reading my writing)

(all of the butlers + aruji are represented with emojis)

Headcanons under the cut!

Eyes

First of all, I'd like to imagine that Aruji-sama has eyes with a gradient of colours and slitted pupils. Colourful eyes are extremely unusual in the Human world, so Aruji-sama has to hide their identity by wearing colour contacts.

Ever since going to the Akuneko world and seeing the butler's MAJESTIC eyes, Aruji-sama probably thought that taking their contacts off would be a good idea...

But even if colourful eyes aren't unusual in that world, slitted eyes sure are!

▪️ ❤️ ▪️ 🐲 ▪️ ❤️ ▪️

🗝️: Oh Aruji-sama! Your eyes are stunning as always!

💍: Oh thanks-

🍷: Is this some sort of unusual genetics from your world, Aruji-sama? May I have a closer look?

💍: Yes, of course-

⭐: Aruji-sama! Your eyes are sparkly... like, like stars!

💍: *sobbing internally from embarrassment* (from my research, apparently Chinese Dragons are shy? Oh my! I suppose we have another case of slightly insecure and shy Aruji-sama, oh no!)

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Scales and Tails

Just another note about Aruji-sama's appearance! Once they open up to the butlers, I'd like to think that they'd let their appearance slip through their human looks. From their tail suddenly popping out when they're happy, to showing their canine teeth when they're angry.

Another from this, what if there are scales on Aruji's neck or arms? Poor Flure might have to constantly repair your clothes if they get stuck or even cut by your scales... (Another part of him is excited to make new clothes that won't get damaged, and look natural with your scales!)

Think of it as... those Zhongli (from Genshin Impact) or Dan Heng (from Honkai Star Rail) in their half-dragon forms! That's what I imagine Dragon Aruji-sama to look like!

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💍: I'm really sorry again, Flure...

🪡: Hm? Oh no, don't mind it, my lord! The rips aren't too bad! I'll fix it immediately, I can make you a new one if you wish

💍Are you sure? You already have a lot on your plate with the recent missions...

🪡: I'm always happy to make you a new outfit my lord! In fact-

*🪡 flips a notebook filled to the brim with notes*

🪡: I'm doing a fair bit of my own research too! I'll find the perfect fabric that can withstand your scales, that way you don't have to worry about your sleeves getting ripped! I'm also thinking of a way to incorporate your tail! Perhaps a long skirt or pants style could work-

*Lato comes around the corner*

❤️‍🩹: He's been staying up all night writing those notes... such a hard worker :)

🪡: LATO SHUT-

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Fortune and Rain

Last but not least, as Chinese Dragons represent "Good Fortune" and "Strength", I think that Aruji-sama's presence would give extreme luck to every butler in the palace

It can be small, unnoticeable things to unusual and terrifyingly weird events. Like Ammon's roses growing unusually well in bad weather, Nac feeling energized even after he only had a few hours of sleep, and... Haures actually succeeding in making something edible!?

The butlers might freak out (especially because of Haures's case).

And with the power of Google, I have found out that Chinese Dragons are usually associated with water. Occasional rainclouds here and there... oh and nobles slipping on puddles here and there... why is that noble drenched? Wasn't today sunny all day?

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🦾: Hey Ammon, don't you think things are going a little too well these days?

🌹: Now that you mention it, that's kinda true...

🦋: It's not bad though... we should be on guard in case something happens-

✝️: Hey everybody look! I actually succeeded in making cookies :D

🦾: WHAT THE FUCK-

🌹: YOU IMPOSTER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THE REAL HAURES-SAN!

🦋: I'm hallucinating, I'm definitely hallucinating...

✝️: ...do you want to try my cookies at least? :(

...

The rest of the butlers: I feel a disturbance in the force...

💍: a-ACHOO!

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Some random noble: You and your butlers suck! *walks away*

🫖: Are you alright Aruji-sama? Please don't listen to that noble. I'm sure they-

*Berrien hears a scream in the distance*

🫖: Oh my! Was that the noble... why are they drenched?

💍: *looks away awkwardly* Maybe a puddle just fell on them...

🫖: Ah, of course, that makes sense- huh? Wait that's not right..

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🍩Side note for anon: I hope I was able to get your request right! Sorry it took me so long to write this... 🍩

Posted - January 29th 2024 Last edited - January 30th 2025

✦ Want to read more of my works? Come and take a look at my Masterlist! Have a nice day, toodles! ✦

#akuneko #devil butler with black cat #aknk #あくねこ #devil butler and black cat #悪魔執事と黒い猫 #devil butler with black cat x reader #glaze anons 🕶#glaze asks 🍩#supernatural!aruji-sama

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wingedgoldenwanderer · 4 months ago

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[VIDEO: Goldie walking along Cerulean Cape, Lizzie trailing close behind. You see them approach the fenced off shore, looking out the water silently for a while. Eventually, they look around, then turn to their Charmeleon.

“…Don’t think here,” they mutter, turning around to leave. That’s when all of a sudden, you notice someone stumbling up to them. A young boy around their age with short black hair and a bandage over his nose, wearing something that looks like a school uniform.

“H-hey! Sorry, sorry, I’m here!” He yells, clumsily catching himself before he goes tumbling right into them. Straightening them, he faces them with a bright red face. “U-Um! You must’ve got my letter, then?”

Goldie tilts their head. “You sent letter?”

The boy nods eagerly in confirmation. “Y-yeah! That was me! Oh boy, I’m so glad you actually came, haha-”

He clears his throat, then sticks his hand out awkwardly for a handshake. “Um! I-I’m Katsuro! You’re Goldie, right? Green’s rival?”

Goldie nods, and reaches out to accept the handshake. Katsuro tries to suppress a smile as he shakes their arm a bit forcefully. They look a bit confused, but doesn’t seem too bothered as they pull their hand away again.

“S-So… um… I asked you to come here, b-because I wanted to tell you that…” He begins, a complete stuttering mess as he pulls out a piece of folded, slightly wrinkled notebook paper from his pocket. After reading over it once or twice, he groans in frustration and crumples the thing before shoving into his pocket. “U-Um! So, I… I-I first saw you in Pallet Town when you were h-hanging out with Green once, a-and I… I thought you were really cute! B-but I didn’t have the courage t-to say anything back then… but then I watched all your matches on TV, a-and on top of that you’re also a r-really awesome trainer! S-so I… Wh-when I first started my journey a week ago, I- I knew I had to catch up to you and ask you…”

He glances off to the side, and does a come-here motion towards one of the bushes. A Beedrill comes buzzing out, a bouquet of... fake roses clutched loosely from its stingers, dangling upside down. It hovers over to its trainer and drops it on top of his head, causing Katsuro to sputter as he frantically flaps his hands around to catch it. Shooting the Bug-type a glare as it lazily bumbles over to a different bush to take a nap, Katsuro recollects himself and holds the bouquet out to Goldie.

"W-will you go out with me?"

Goldie stares down at the bouquet, gently taking it from his hands and looking down at it contemplatively for a while. Katsuro's smile spreads from ear to ear as he waits patiently for a response, bouncing up and down on his toes, and then...

"No."

Katsuro's jaw drops to the floor, and you can practically hear the poor kid's heart shattering in his chest. “Wh-what?!” He cries, hands falling slack to his sides. “B-but why not?!”

Unsure of how to answer that question, Goldie just looks to Lizzie and shrugs. “Um… don’t wanna,” they answer plainly. “Sorry.”

Looking more devastated by the second, Katsuro fumbles through his bag for something to try and impress with, pulling out his badge case and displaying the grand total of two badges he’s earned. “D-do you need more convincing? Look! I’ve already earned two badges! I’m a REALLY tough trainer, I assure you! Together we could rule the Pokémon League!”

“Have three…” Goldie mutters, and the boy sags and defeat.

“O-okay… fine…” he murmurs, hanging his head and slightly watery eyed. He looks up at Goldie for a moment, before his gaze falls to his shoes and he turns to leave. “I’ll just… go then… Come on Beedrill.”

He waits for his Pokémon to follow, but the bug just stays snoozing right where it is, so he grumbles in frustration at it and recalls it to his ball. He looks back at Goldie pathetically one last time, before heaving another sigh and sulking down the trail- at least until he bumps straight into a taller guy who shares his appearance.

“Woah- Hey Katsuro,” the teenage boy greets him, raising a brow at the younger one’s downcast expression. A Butterfree flies up to him, perching on his shoulder. “Oof. Confession not go well?”

Katsuro shakes his head remorsefully, and the teen rolls his eyes. “Told you bro, that kid’s always off in their own world, they wouldn’t be interested…” he mutters, then looks to Goldie and waves. “Hey. Green’s foster sib, right? Tell him Kouji said hi.”

Goldie stands there as the two brothers wander off, watching the older one’s ruffle his little sibling’s hair. “Come on lover boy, you wanna go get some ice cream?” Once the two are out of sight, Goldie looks down at the gifted bouquet of fake flowers, probably wondering what the heck they were supposed to do with them now.

“Yeowch. That was pretty cold, wasn’t it?”

They turn around, and raise their brows in surprise when they see a boy sitting with his legs crossed on the white fence. His long blonde hair billows in a loose ponytail behind him, his dyed pink bangs hanging slightly over his violet eyes that carry a mischievous glint. Or- you notice his eye brows are pink, too, is the blonde part dyed?

Goldie frowns, thinking back on how they handled that. “Was too mean? Didn’t mean to…”

“Nah, you just laid it to him straight,” the young boy chuckles, hopping down from the post and striding over. He leans forward and takes a whiff of the roses bunched in Goldie’s arms, then pulls back with a cheeky smile. “Nothing like the aroma of plastic and broken hearts, right?”

The shorter child tilts their head. “Who you?”

“You can call me… Stellan,” he introduces himself, placing a hand on his chest. His hair falls a little, and you catch that his ears are noticeably pointed. “I’m a local. I live pretty close by, in fact- I look after my older sibling. Well, used to, anyway. I just started a journey of my own, actually! Was just about to set out.”

Goldie’s eyes light up. “How many badges have?”

“None yet, I’m afraid,” he chuckles humbly, straightening himself. “My current plan is to trek through Mt. Moon, earn my Boulder badge in Pewter, then backtrack and earn my Cascade badge here.”

Goldie glances to the single Pokéball he has on his belt, and you notice the top part of the capsule’s been painted pink. “You battle?”

Stellan quirks his brows in interest, then taps a finger to his chin. “I haven’t had my first one yet. Why, are you issuing a challenge?”

Looking down to where Lizzie stands at their side, Goldie drags their foot through the grass awkwardly. “Understand if not want to…”

“Now, now, I never said that!” Stellan laughs lightly. “Maybe I don’t stand a chance against an experienced trainer such as yourself, but a start is a start, right? At least I’ll get the chance to learn something.”

Goldie perks up again, and nods. “What Pokémon you use?”

Reaching for the Pokéball, he shows it to Goldie. “Just this little one right now,” he says before clicking the center button, allowing a shiny Meowth to be released in a flash of light. The little cat mews affectionately at her trainer, rubbing up against his legs.

“Okay,” Goldie nods, reaching for a Pokéball of their own. “I use Cheese. Better matched,” they toss the capsule and let their Pikachu come bouncing out of the ball. The electric mouse squeaks, rubbing her arms over her cheeks.

“Excellent,” Stellan hums, extending an arm down for his Meowth to clamber up onto and backing up a few paces. “Shall we begin?”

End video.]

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// picrew of Stellan! link here

#pkmn irl #pokeblog rp #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pkmn rp #pokemon rp

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