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writing-with-gremworm · 11 months

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Train Wreck Pup, Adopted

Here's a little thing I wrote based on a TikTok I saw a while back. Crewel was the first character I thought of, so I decided to make a very indulgent fanfic chapter based on the concept. It's a modern AU and Ren, the Insert/reader, meets him on a train. This is probably the longest piece of singular writing I'll post for a long time, but oh well.

Notes:

Crewel is a platonic/filial Soft!Yandere

Epel, Vil, and Neige show up in the latter half.

Non-Canon characters feature prominently.

This follows Indulgent FanFic tropes

Non-Canon Yanderes are included

This Universe has a fairly high density of Yanderes even if they don't showcase such features in the segment of the story.

Inclusion of a character sibling

TW: Yandere (In the latter half), Swearing, Mild Violence

“An E-Mail? Was I denied entry into the event? … Woah, Woah! I got in!! I still need a few more designs, but I can start actually putting some of these looks together in the frenzy! This is so cool.” I hop up from my chair and twirl around a few times, stopping and excitedly shaking my hands. “Yay! Oh, shoot- I need to leave tonight- Thank you organizers for the free ticket. But aaaahhh rushed prep time!” I add after glancing back at the E-mail.

Before long I’m out the door with a suitcase in one hand and my sketchbook in the other ready to board the train. While waiting for the train I open my phone and glance at the rules for the Flash Forward Frenzy fashion event

“Oh right, I should message Vera later. I can do that on the train. Rules first.” I mumble.

The event surrounded using old materials to create new looks. Clothes that were maybe used once and thrown away were collected to be used and made into outfits we could wear. The event itself was a massive hit, it was always fun to watch people create incredible things out of the most unexpected materials. But it was an even more exciting time this year since the esteemed Divus Crewel, Vil Shoenheit, and Neige LeBlanche were going to be there as guest stars designing alongside smaller names like myself.

I am well aware of the fact that I’m unlikely to run into big-name figures like Divus or Vil, but I’m excited to see their works regardless. Vil is also a prominent actor, so I’m certain that his presentation of works will have an air of drama and intrigue. My designs aren’t going to be as glamorous, but they will be different and interesting. I’m confident that they’ll fill in someone else’s niche desires if nothing else. Luckily the rules don’t say anything again the use of magic to process fabrics. Given this, I can use my ability to create a base from the drawings I’ve already made and the necessary fabrics and thread, which are provided for the event. I can only do this once or twice per day for extremely complex ideas due to the amount of magic it takes. I don’t want to risk an over-blot from excess magic use on stage, so I’ll save magic for my most intricate piece.

My thoughts are interrupted by the arrival of the train. The ride is twelve hours with various stops between here and the Glamour Isle. Needless to say, I have plenty of time to work on more concepts while I’m on the train. After about two hours someone sits next to me, but I don’t look at them since I’m busy and that could be rude. At some point in time, I hear a familiar disapproving sigh from their general direction. I ignore it at first to finish my sketches and notes for a piece from my fantasy set.

“Why does it sound so familiar though?” I mumble to myself before glancing over to where I heard the sigh. It feels like my face should contort in surprise when I realize who it is, but surprisingly I just stare blankly for a moment before shaking my head.

“Ah sorry for staring.” I quickly mumble as Divus Crewel of all people looks back at me and smiles with a tinge of concern, “You must be on your way to Glamour Isle too then?” I mumble awkwardly. I already knew that he was going in that direction, but I didn’t know what else to say since I had already begun to engage in a, perhaps one-sided, conversation.

“You don’t plan on wearing something like that in Glamour Isle do you?” Divus asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Ah, I mean I think this is fine? My work is going to be center stage with everyone else’s, I don’t really need to stand out, just my work does.”

“My my, and you have such an interesting design palette too. A pup like you would do well with proper grooming. No show dog looks scruffy on stage my dear, and neither should you.” Did he compare me to a show dog? Wait, he’s actually talking to me? I mean he’s belittling my pathetic messy dad aesthetic, but like, he’s talking to me?

“Ah- well. Yes. You’re correct, but in the case of show dogs, the stage is set for them to display their obedience, finesse, and beauty. I don’t see how this correlates to me specifically when a fashion show is about fashion and its resonance with the models and crowd. But I appreciate the compliment. I’m quite proud of my capabilities and I’m excited to share them.” I start a little nervous before settling into a matter-of-fact tone.

“Little pup, fashion is about far more than just aesthetics. Appearance has a larger impact than you may realize. As an aspiring designer, it’s important to note the politics as well.”

“I suppose that makes sense. Thank you for the advice. I’ll make sure to keep it in mind.” I say with a small smile. I look back at my work and sketch for a bit longer before giving my hands a break and doing quick hand exercises. I can’t help but glance over at Divus a couple of times after that just to see if he’s still judging my fashion or whatever caught his attention before. This was starting to feel like a dream. For one, no one was approaching Divus Crewel which is unusual, but he was sitting next to me to attend the same event which meant he might take a closer look at my work. Around the four-hour mark, Divus spoke to me again.

“It’s good to be serious about your work, but you still have a couple of days until the event takes full swing. For now, you should rest or you’ll be exhausted when you reach the Isle. Pups that exhaust themselves needlessly miss playing with their owners.” He chimes leaning back leisurely but still exuding elegance and an air of authority.

“I’ll be fine. But thank you for your concern.” I say after a small pause allowing me to process what just happened.

“There aren’t going to be many passengers in this train car. That can quell your concerns about taking up space or being a bother if that is what holds you back.” Divus states confidently.

“Ah, well that is one thing. But I’ve always had difficulties sleeping in moving vehicles. I can close my eyes and drift a bit, but any unusual movement or stop will jolt me awake. I’m not sure how much that little bit of rest would help haha.” I explain after a few moments of silence. I didn’t want to lie to him or come up with something that he could feasibly change for me that I just didn’t realize. I already felt like I was accruing debt by talking to him quite frankly.

“Have you ever ridden this train before? I think you’ll find that you can hardly tell when it has stopped.” I think back to earlier when the train stopped and Divus walked onto the train. He was right, it had not been super noticeable. In fact, it was so difficult to tell that I almost didn’t realize anyone got on until he sat next to me.

“Huh, I guess you’re right. I didn’t really notice when the train stopped to let you on. I mean, of course, the sound stopped, but there was enough other white noise from the lights and other cars that it didn’t register.” Though of course now I was far more worried about bothering the Divus Crewel rather than actually being tired. Naturally, I didn’t want to say that out loud though, it might be irritating. He must have noticed somehow though because his next words were:

“Don’t concern yourself with bothering me. I was the one who suggested you rest. You should simply follow my instructions like an obedient pup. I’ll even set an alarm for you if you’re a good boy.” What followed was an amused chuckle as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. I open my mouth to speak but instead let out a sigh and mumble a small thank you and smile before placing my sketchbook on my lap and leaning back in my seat. Divus stifles another laugh but the tapping indicates he really did set a timer for me. It’s strange to be so pampered by a celebrity. Though honestly, I doubt we’ll chat much after this, I didn’t even give him my name.

– Somehow I manage to fall asleep. I even begin to dream. Once in a while, I have vivid dreams that I recall after waking up. This already felt like one of them because I knew I was dreaming. “Oh good boy, you’re here on time. I wanted to introduce you to one of my students. I’m sure you’re well aware of who he is so there is no need for me to elaborate.” Divus states with a flourish of his hand gesturing to the Vil Shoenheit. “Ah, Vil Shoenheit, of course, why wouldn’t it be? It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Ren.” I mumble tiredly with a little wave. Vil crosses his arms and places a hand on his chin thoughtfully. “I see, I can salvage this, no, I will polish it into a diamond.” Vil nods lightly with an expression revealing he is already planning my demise. I mean my prettification. “Salvage? Polish? Wait- Divus- Sorry Crewel, did you want me to meet him to fix my wardrobe?” “You catch on quite quickly. But there’s a bit more to it than that. You’ll be working together on a project I have in mind. I expect only the best from you pups.” “Wait what?” Vil and I ask at the same time. Then the dream just ends. –

I wake up to the sound of quiet chatter and the alarm.

“Good evening,” I mumble groggily before sitting up. It takes me a moment to realize that sitting up means I either fell over or leaned over in my sleep, “Ah I’m sorry, I usually don’t move much in my sleep so I didn’t expect to fall over or anything.” I mumble apologetically.

“Perhaps you should have laid down from the beginning. You’d be less likely to hit your head that way. But you did sleep, so good boy. We’ll be arriving at the next stop in about half an hour.” Crewel informs me.

“Haha, yeah maybe. Ah, thank you.” I mumble before noticing my sketchbook isn’t in my hands, “Wait where did it go?” I mumble looking around before noticing that Crewel was holding it. I feel my face flush out of embarrassment. I doubt he looked through it, but I can’t help but feel a little bit flustered that he could have.

“I did look through a couple of designs,” Oh no, “They’re quite intriguing. I expect only the best from you during the event.” Oh no he looked through them. But he liked them so that’s good. But also why did he look through them? “I don’t think I caught your name earlier.” He adds with an expectant smile.

“Oh um- I’m Ren. I’m already familiar with you and your designs, it would be more surprising if I wasn’t. I’m glad you have such high expectations for me, it’s quite the compliment. Though I’m not sure I’ll match them. Thank you Crewel.” I say quickly, stumbling over my words a few times and rubbing the back of my neck.

“So that’s how you gathered I would be going to Glamour Isle as well. I’m a little surprised you didn’t ask for my autograph or bombard me with questions considering you ended up in my train car.”

“Wait- your train car?” I mumble before thinking things over, “Oh, OH, that’s why you said no one else would be here, no one else was supposed to be here. I can’t believe I just barged in I’m so sorry, you could have asked me to leave. I didn’t mean to invade your personal space.”

“Calm down little pup. Had I wanted you to leave I would have instructed you to do so. If you weren’t obedient I would have gotten them to take the rabid pup away.” Crewel states a bit amused, gesturing to the other figures in the train car.

“Ah right, they must have been your people then, or otherwise people with the association running the event to ensure your comfort. But I was here for two hours before you. Why didn’t they just ask me to leave then?”

“You’re not exactly intimidating, you’re also a child are you not?”

“Um … I’m not a child, actually I’m 20.”

“You are? Then you’re a bit older than most of my other pups, though your height wouldn’t give that away. You may be even shorter than Riddle. No matter, you weren’t a threat, and it’s clear you’re more interested in work than causing trouble.”

“Still though …” I start before thinking it over. Had they wanted me to leave this car they’d have taken me out. So I guess I had accidentally gotten permission to be here. Additionally, this chance encounter was going to be one of the most memorable meetings, so I’m not really upset about being here.

“Well since you were fine with it, thank you for letting me stay. It’s a lot quieter than the other cars would have been I’m sure.” I mumble with a small smile before opening my phone to review the E-Mail again. The organizers had established a room I would be staying in as well, which was awesome and unlike any other event I had attended.

“Do you know where the Glamrock Hotel is?” Crewel asks before I can look it up.

“Ah, no I’ve never been to Glamour Isle for an event before, so I don’t know where anything is actually,” I admit rubbing my neck again.

“Well as a teacher I suppose I should guide you,” Crewel states a bit amused with the strange logic he’d presented me.

“Uh- well I guess technically that would be accurate. You’re being quite generous. Hm, you said earlier to think about politics, what exactly do you gain from helping me? Not that there has to be an ulterior motive, but I am curious.”

“You catch on quite quickly little pup. Though I’m not asking for anything but your time at this moment. Additionally, If you meet my expectations like a well-trained pup, I’ll be in touch after the event.” Crewel says with an amused grin. I wasn’t sure why he was so amused, but I was certainly pumped to make the most beautiful set of outfits I could muster. The last half an hour felt like it flew by. Somehow I was making small talk with Divus Crewel in what I now knew was technically his private train car with trained mages around us. It was fantastical in nature and my heart was beating like crazy.

After we arrived on the Isle, Crewel accompanied me to the hotel because we were going to stay at the same hotel. It was strange but so cool. Admittedly if he was anyone else I would be wondering if he was trying to groom me, the negative kind, not taking care of myself grooming. But Crewel is well known to be skilled and generous, and his gestures were by no means romantic or sexual in nature, if anything it was like he was going to adopt a new puppy. Also, he had set up a number of events and attended even more as a guest and he did not tolerate nonsense. Had I bothered him, it’s possible I wouldn’t be in Glamour Isle, I’d be home.

Either way, when I made it to my room I smooshed my face into a pillow and let out sounds of pure excitement before pacing around my room and flapping my hands in excitement.

“Aaaahhh, I can’t believe the Divus Crewel spoke to me. This is awesome, I’m so nervous but excited for how this event is going to turn out oh my god.”

Since I slept on the train I wasn’t very tired so I decided to work on my designs a bit more and do some extra research before going to bed. When I did sleep I ended up having the same dream as before. I woke up early and reviewed the E-Mail again to make sure that I was keeping the dates organized in my head.

After taking a shower and changing into something slightly less dad-core, but still technically awful, I hear a knock on my door. I blink a few times before checking the peephole.

“!” I silently scream seeing the Divus Crewel on the other side. I quickly open the door before he knocks again and he grimaces upon seeing me.

“I couldn’t erase your disaster of a wardrobe from my mind, We’re going to fix … this. At least temporarily.” Crewel motions to all of me.

“Oh thanks, I’m so glad you remembered me for dressing like an unfashionable dad. But this is about the best I have in my suitcase. Wait, is this what you meant by asking for my time?” I admitted frowning a bit and looking over my outfit. It really wasn’t that bad, even normal one might say. Despite the dad-core vibes, it was definitely wearable.

“How astute an observation. Grab some of the clothes you aren’t attached to and come along little pup, this is going to be a very busy day.”

He was right of course. As soon as I followed him out of my hotel room I could tell he would be. He listed the plans for the day in order. It was kind of nice to be doted on in a weird sort of way. Though I was confused as to why I had Crewel’s attention at this point. There was no way he would actually keep in contact and introduce me to Vil Shoenheit after the event. It was just a weirdly realistic dream after all. Things are just weirdly lining up like that might be at all possible when I’m sure it is just Crewel being kind. Yes, just kindness.

Following that, our busy day started by heading to breakfast followed by a trip to the hair salon. After my hair was tidied up, though still the same hairstyle, we went to a number of different stores. All of them were sustainable and gave store credit for every item you traded in. Once he’s established the style I was comfortable with we found a few different outfits that looked good scattered throughout various stores. Each of the pieces could be rearranged, but they were notable on their own. Each pairing made a different feeling and it was very clear that some enhanced aesthetic while others undermined it. Some of the dark academia and cottage core pieces did not work well together.

After finding outfits and trading away my old clothes he took me to find accessories. I insisted that I should pay for everything, but he refused and simply stated that I can bring my ideas into reality well to pay him back. I can’t tell if that feels more like a compliment or a threat, but it’s certainly flattering. Somehow we fit all of that in before lunch and there was still more to do. By the end of everything I was exhausted, though extremely grateful.

“I’ll make the best version of my designs possible. That’s what you’re asking for in return right?” I ask on the trip back to the hotel.

“Good boy, you listen well. I’ll see what you can do in two days when it begins.” Crewel responds with a nod and a slight smile. – It's time for the event. We have two days to complete four outfits as a complete set using the magic tools and our own abilities to complete them as quickly but skillfully as possible. It's a challenge that many enjoy watching and admire. I’m a little nervous to be on TV, but I think that if I focus solely on my craft I can make it. Especially since I can essentially focus on one and use magic to create another since it's two separate days and I only need four outfits.

Now that I reviewed the game plan it feels less intimidating. The curtain opens to reveal the piles of clothes and materials we have access to before letting up find what we need. A few of the others sort through the pile with magic to locate exactly what they need. I sort through them by hand and feel the fabric textures before taking them back to my station where my assigned tools sit.

At the six-hour mark, we’re given an hour-long lunch and bathroom break. I definitely needed the food since I skipped breakfast. After the break, we get immediately back into work for the remaining six hours of that day. I finish the first piece two hours into the second half and use magic to form most of the second one before detailing it during the four remaining hours. By the time the timer goes off, I have two of the four outfits complete even. Additionally, I still have more fabric that can be used for parts of the first outfit for the next day set up at my station.

The next day I arrive early and notice that something is wrong with the more complicated outfit. Someone had cut it up. It was like a nightmare. It completely ruined my plan to make the clothes as efficiently as possible. Frustrated and upset I wanted to cry, but instead, I decided to improvise and alter the design slightly to include the visualization of the cuts rather than attempt careful and seamless mending. It takes two hours and I lose another hour finding more fabrics. So I decided to reorganize my magic use and create two bases with as much detail as I can manage before reaching my magic limit.

But the half point of the second day I’m exhausted but I manage to gain enough energy to finish and add the final details to the four outfits before the timer runs out. I stumble a bit feeling a bit nauseous now that the magic use and intense focus for twenty-four hours total were exhausting. After the timer goes off I sit down and wait for almost everyone else to leave before one of the people associated with the event walks over to me. I ask them to make sure that no one tampers with my outfits again overnight since someone had cut up mine and perhaps other people’s outfits the night before. They agree to tighten security and make sure that it was impossible for it to happen again. A bit uncertain of how successful they would be I start thinking of ways to justify asking to fix my outfits quickly before the show if I had to.

Using my magic to its fullest two days in a row was really pushing it. If I did so again I might end up sick. I don’t think that over-blots are supposed to make you sick. But it is convenient that I don’t go into a destructive frenzy overtaken by magic when I over-blot at least. I just almost die instead. Which I guess may be technically worse for me, but it is less awful for everyone else.

“Are you alright? I saw how tired you were earlier. I can get someone to help you back to your room, or you could stay in mine since it is on the first floor.” A familiar soft and slightly high-pitched voice asks. Looking at him I see it’s Neige LeBlanche.

“Ah I’m fine, thank you for your concern.” Why were all these celebrities so nice to me? I mean it has only been two so far, but that’s still a lot for me.

“Can I at least escort you to your room? You look a bit unsteady and I don’t want you to fall.” Neige voices his concern with a worried smile.

“There’s no need to go that far. I’m only on the second floor, so I’ll manage.” I say, though admittedly I was less confident about actually getting to the hotel than walking up a set of stairs.

“Then I’ll at least help you get to the hotel.” Neige insists.

“While that’s kind of you Neige, you don’t need to be concerned with them. I was already going to escort this pup back.” Crewel steps in unexpectedly. There’s no way that Crewel just told Neige LeBlanche that we were going to head back to the hotel together. It feels like a dad trying to keep a romantic interest away from his child. Which is funny because if anything he’s like a little brother. Well younger brother, he’s definitely a little taller than me.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were acquainted with Divus.” Neige comments a little surprised.

“Crewel.” Crewel corrects.

“Crewel. But were you really planning on walking back with him?” Neige asks with doubt lingering over his words.

“Yes, we agreed to meet after the event since we had a chance encounter before this,” I explain, technically not lying, though assuming that since he came to find me he was impressed with my work.

“Oh, if that’s the case then we should meet again at some point too. I really admire your ability to work through challenges. Here, one moment.” Neige takes out his business card and hands it to me, “I hope you rest well tonight. You were Ren, right? I heard your conversation with the security personnel before.” That definitely sounded like an excuse, though I guess it’s possible for Neige to admire me. Just unlikely.

“Ah- yes my name is Ren. Well-”

“Well thank you Neige, but we should probably head back since the reveals and show are tomorrow. We wouldn’t want to be too tired now would we?”

“Ah yes of course. Well, it was a pleasure meeting you Ren, call the number on that card when you get the chance, I’ll see you around!” Neige leaves with his manager and a few guards.

“That was unexpected,” I mumble with a light sigh before remembering who was standing next to me.

“It was. Though I suppose he was right, you don’t look well. Perhaps I should carry you back.” Crewel muses.

“What? No there’s no need to carry me, I’ll be fi-” I begin before nearly falling over after another wave of exhaustion hits me. Crewel catches me.

“You’re small enough it won’t be an issue little pup. Besides which you look like you’re about to fall asleep. It would be unwise to travel on your own feet in that state. Tsk tsk, you really need to learn to take care of yourself.” He states picking me up bridal style.

“I- Thank you.” I conceded. I could tell he was right, I was exhausted. Even still I wanted to protest about how I didn’t want to owe him more, or how I didn’t think it was necessary. Despite those thoughts, my eyes were having trouble even staying open so I just closed them. – Before I knew it I was awake in my hotel bed, slightly disheveled and wearing my clothes from the night before.

“Oh. My. God. Did I fall asleep on Crewel again? Well I mean it wasn’t confirmed the first time but aaaahhh.” I immediately panic and place my hands over my face before realizing I need to get ready and look presentable for the showcase. “Ah, I don’t have time to panic,” I mumble before showering, dressing up, and eating an apple that was left on my bedside table with a small note not to skip breakfast in Crewel’s handwriting.

“Geeze, he really is like a dad at this point. It’s not like he adopted me as a pu- child though. It’s weirdly nice how comfortable he is to be around though.” I mumbled looking at the note with a bit of warmth filling my chest. It was nice to feel cared about.

With one big breath, I turn towards the door and head out. Though I had a weird feeling that something went wrong so I hurried to the venue where our outfits should be. I ask if I can check over my outfits quickly because they had been sabotaged before. Luckily I was let in since my outfits were all damaged in some way. It was devastating, and there wasn’t any fabric to fix them. Except for what I was wearing.

“I could use my coat and undershirt and still look mostly presentable while fixing them,” I mumble quietly, my voice shaking more than I wanted it to. Despite still feeling drained, I used my magic again, allowing it to flow through my fingertips to mend the fabric to the shape I desired it to with the fabric I was using in hand. It was a different colour, but the colour matched well enough that it looked intentional. Reaching the fourth outfit I could feel the strength in my legs waning, but I had to fix it.

Even if Crewel was already impressed, I wanted to fix this. To not let the stranger tampering with my work win. I needed to make them feel their efforts were wasted, that after everything I was fine. As my hands glided over the last portion that needed to be fixed a few people started coming in to check their outfits as well. Only mine had been tampered with. I felt my hands shaking as they let go of the now-mended fabric.

“Tsk tsk. What did I say regarding work and rest? Bad boy. You should ask for help if you’re in trouble.” Crewel scolds me before complimenting my handi-work, “It is well done, it looks intentional even. However, I can not condone overworking yourself because of the security’s lack of competence.”

“Haha, I remember. But I didn’t want to let whoever did this feel as if they’d won. I can’t let them feel like they’ve won. I don’t even know why they could be so upset with me.” Unless it is one of my old friends. They seemed to think the worst of me. But they wouldn’t do anything this devastating, would they? Well, Rachel might, but shockingly I didn’t see her here. I would have noticed someone I actively avoid.

“Hm, well your determination is a valuable asset. I suppose it’s a good thing I’m also a potions master. This will sustain you for the duration of the showcase, however, you must rest for the next couple of days.” Crewel states handing me a potion he had on hand, “Sigh. I can’t believe you used some of your only decent clothes because of this. I’ll have to start from square one training this pup. Don’t make this a habit.”

“Wait training?” I ask after downing the potion in one gulp.

“Yes, I’ll be taking you under my wing little pup. As you may have surmised you have impressed me. Though this still needs fixing.” Crewel again motioned to all of me. Suddenly I was reminded of my dream from the past few nights.

“Hey, this may sound weird. But by any chance is Vil Shoenheit also one of your pupils who happens to be the one who may or may not be responsible for fixing my self-care habits and everyday wear?” I ask before the potion fully kicks in.

“Oh? So the little pup is already aware. He must have spoiled the surprise, I’ll have to punish him later.”

“Ah, no, I’ve just had this weird recurring dream about meeting Vil Shoenheit under your tutelage. I wasn’t going to ask initially, I guess being tired made me voice my thoughts. But I haven’t actually met Vil yet.” I explain quickly. Crewel furrows his brows for a moment before an expression of realization covers the confusion.

“Ah, so you’re good at pattern recognition. It’s not uncommon knowledge that Vil is one of my pupils, and you took note of the fact I was treating you well. You’ll be an excellent student. If you pick up on things this quickly anyways. I expect only good things from you.” Crewel states with an almost proud smile before motioning me to come with him to his waiting room where a screen displaying the showcase was attached to the wall.

He discusses specifics with me while we wait for the showcase to reach the point where we all enter the stage and talk about our work and inspirations. Excluding Vil, Neige, and Crewel, the rest of us attending the event are lined up in order to head out second. The three notable guests head out to speak first.

“Sustainability in fashion is one of the greatest difficulties of this industry. But with the systems set up here in Glamour Isle, fashion waste is dwindling away and instead becoming fashion fuel. Isn’t that just incredible? Imagine all of the incredible things you can curate with such an array of fabrics, Imagine how much you can do exchanging materials and creating your personalized unique looks!” Neige starts, excitedly chattering about the benefits of sustainable fashion. Crewel and Vil both elaborate on this to varying degrees before everyone else is brought out and stood next to the models wearing their outfits.

I don’t notice the concerned look that Neige gives me. But I notice the fury of a familiar contestant near me. It was Dev-Ay. One of my ex-friends that happens to despise me. It shouldn’t be surprising that they’re here, they’ve always been skilled. But it does sting to think that they might have been so certain I was worth tormenting that they cut up my outfits. It also tells me that I probably didn’t notice people as much as I thought I would.

“I agree that sustainability and curating styles in this way are essential to bettering our society. It’s one of the reasons I was so excited to be a part of this project. Despite the unlikely mishaps, I had a blast creating designs influenced by the types of sustainable fabrics already being developed. It’s fascinating how through the use of orange peels or kelp beautiful sustainable fabrics can be created. My theme was Future Fantasy. Playing off of the alliteration of the event title, I wanted to curate looks that inspired the fantastical embrace of the future and the stories that such a future can hold. Imagine a sustainable world with glorious personalized fashion made for you. Fashion that makes you feel good and can aptly aid in your self-expression.” I begin as coherently as I can manage. Somehow my voice remains steady. Perhaps it is the desire to show Dev-Ay I am unaffected, or perhaps it was because I wanted to impress Crewel. But either way, I seemed to speak with a charisma I didn’t think I had. There was a prolonged moment of silence after I finished speaking before finally the live audience began to clap following Crewel’s and Neige’s examples. Their applause felt louder than any I had heard for me before and more impactful as it addressed my creations, it validated my ideas not some lame school speech. It was unexpected. Especially since afterward, the applause was noticeably quieter for the now flustered and disorganized Dev-Ay.

After the showcase, I felt my energy start to deplete rapidly. I figured that the potion was starting to wear off. Hopefully, I wouldn’t fall in front of Dev-Ay, I don’t want to give him fuel to berate me. While everyone else was chatting as the audience left and the models change, Dev-Ay approached me.

“Why? Why is it that you of all people did so well? Why couldn’t you just fold as you used to? Are you so proud now? Are you so proud after falsely accusing the one person that I love? You’ll never be anything but a pathetic liar who tears down other people. Are you upset because at least she liked being a girl? Were you mad that you couldn’t escape something that she accepted? Fuck you, fuck your whole fake-ass messaging. I despise you. I wish you would take a dive off the roof like you so badly wanted to before we were friends.” It took me a while to find the words I wanted to say. I didn’t know exactly what to say honestly. If he blamed me, then was there any way he would listen to me? Would he believe I was making excuses simply because I wanted to look good? Did he really want me to die because of this? Regardless I found my mouth moving before I could stop it.

“I don’t understand what my gender identity has to do with my distaste for Rachel. I was never upset at Rachel because she was cisgender. I think you of all people should understand that. Why are you so convinced that I lied to you? Do you love her so much you couldn’t see what she did to me? Has she never crossed your boundaries as she did to me? Or did you believe I actually withheld the information she conveniently forgot? That she claimed she forgot. I could be wrong. There is always the chance I misread her, but she hurt me and crossed my boundaries. I won’t go into the specifics again because you stopped listening to me years ago. But there’s no reason you should be this upset with me. The only way I hurt her was by telling her exactly what she had done and telling her that I couldn’t stay friends with her. I wasn’t wrong for standing up for myself like you never did for me. Your ability to trust seems like a blessing, but it may be a curse.” I respond with quiet, seething frustration, trying to remain as calm as possible but inevitably speaking poisonously. Before I know it I’m on the ground with blood pouring from my nose and a sore jaw. It takes me a moment to register what just happened. I try to get back up to my feet, but I can’t even move my legs to stand.

“Ren!” Neige called out with concern causing all eyes to turn toward Dev-Ay, Neige, and me. I bite my lip before trying desperately to tell my legs to move, but they simply shake beneath me on the floor as if they’re too scared to move. Too afraid that maybe they’re going to be hit next rather than my face.

“Dev-Ay. I was sincere when I told you I enjoyed being your friend and I was grateful for everything you had done for me.” I start, looking up at Dev-Ay who is clenching his hands into fists, “I don’t regret being friends with you, or stopping our friendship. I know that it was the right thing for me to do. I understand your anger. No, I understand that you are angry because you believe something I can not possibly fathom. But I never hated you. All I ask is that you let what happened to us remain in the past, it doesn’t benefit anyone to retain anger built on, at best, miscommunication.” I manage to say, smiling at Dev-Ay knowing it would make him angrier. Before he can respond Crewel and a few security officers walk over. The officers detain Dev-Ay who screams about how vile I truly am.

“That looks really bad Ren. Oh no, let me get some help.” Neige states with worry.

“I’ll take them to the nearest medic. You should calm the onlookers down.” Crewel states before picking me up again.

“Hah, I feel like a kid who got in a fight, and their overprotective dad came to pick them up,” I mumble in my exhausted delirium. The pain wasn’t even present anymore, I was just tired and numb.

“Haha, well I’ve taken a liking to you. Though next time someone punches you, bite back. Especially if it’s going to impact your precious face. You certainly have the charisma to back it up.”

“Aw, dad called me precious hehe. Thank you, you’ve really pampered me like a lil’ puppy while I was here. I feel weirdly comfortable with you. Man, I don’t want to fall asleep for a third time on you. It’s rude to use a celebrity like a pillow. And I’m not that charismatic, I’m just a bit silly.” I mumble with a yawn.

“You can fall asleep. You need it, and that potion, while good for a short time, does make you even more tired than before you use it. You did well, little pup. Though we have some training to do so you can do better in the future.”

“… Thank you,” I mumble quietly, avoiding leaning on Crewel with my bloody face as much as possible. I suppose he didn’t want the incompetent security to carry me this time, though I don’t know why he was compelled to carry me before. He really is like a father figure. I wish that I’d met him sooner. Maybe I wouldn’t have run into Rachel then. But I guess if I met him earlier I may have just been another kid, not someone of note.

The rest of the trip to a medic is in silence. When we get there the lady is nice and heals me with the stipulation that I rest for a solid two days to regain my energy. She asks if I have a guardian, to which I say of course, and that I will be fine under their care. Though how much of that will be true when I go back home is left to be decided. I don’t stay awake for too much longer, though I do hear a vague murmur of Crewel’s voice and phone chatter before I drift off to sleep.

– “Oh wow! This is amazing. Ren, you have to work with me on the next partner event that comes up. I would love to work with you!” Neige states as the dream fades into view. “Thank you. I’m quite flattered. Your designs are excellent as well.” I comment with a small smile before explaining that while it would be nice to work together I had already promised to work with someone else for the next event. Before I hear Neige’s reaction the dream shifts suddenly and I am in a cage. “I still love you you know. I was really hurt that you lied to Dev-Ya like that my sweet, adorable, Renny bird.” Rachel states with a certain sadness before reaching into the birdcage and caressing my face with her cold bony hands. “Why am I here?” I ask shakily before coughing a bit. My throat feels dry and my body feels cold. “Oh Renny, you know I can’t have you run away again. You’ll spread more lies and hurt more people. Unless I help you. Let me help you, I know I can fix you. Piece together the shattered pieces of you. Come here, I’ll give you a hug, just like before. We can make everything okay again.” Rachel says, her sickly sweet voice bouncing between the bars of the birdcage. I can’t say anything, I just stare at her as her arms elongate and weave through the bars to reach me. To touch me. To keep me trapped in this birdcage. –

I wake up with a start and sit up quickly before someone pushes me back into bed.

“What happened to you? Did you trip over the stairs? I warned you those long pants would make you fall dummy.” My sister Vera comments before sitting back down next to me, “Seriously though I was worried when I got a call to home about you being sick again. Did you overuse your magic?”

“Like you’re any better. Who are you to ask if I tripped on the stairs, didn’t you fall up a ramp that one time?”

“Oh shush you. You didn’t answer my question. What happened?”

“Dev-Ya punched me. I don’t know if he tried to sabotage my outfits yet, but I strongly suspect he was related to that too. Sorry I didn’t tell you about getting into the fashion thing. You weren’t home for a while anyways right?” I justify just recalling the fact I was planning on messaging her before and just didn’t.

“Ren, I wasn’t home sure, but you still should have told me! I would have come to see your work if it lined up with my work schedule.”

“Oh Vera, you’ll never guess who I met.”

“Oh really? Try me.”

“I met Divus Crewel.”

“Yeah I know that much, he was the one who called me. Imagine my surprise when the Divus Crewel was calling about my older sibling needing someone to drive them home. Bro, he asked if I was your older sister, how goofy were you to warrant that question?”

“Bro- It’s not my fault though. I just accidentally didn’t realize I got on the wrong train car and dressed enough like a hobo that he assumed I was a child.”

“Bro.”

“I know bro.”

“Going back a bit, I thought Dev-ya cut contact with you after that gross nasty did the bad thing I shall not name.”

“Oh yes, thank you for not naming the bad thing. But yeah, I thought nothing would come of it, but apparently, he was really mad at me. I wonder if Rachel encouraged this. I don’t think he would have acted as extreme otherwise.”

“I mean yeah maybe. But he was always kind of ick though.”

“I know, you were right. You’re always right when it comes to people.”

“Damn right I am.”

“Hey Vera, can you hand me my phone?”

“No, I can’t.” They say handing me the phone anyways. I smile at them lightly and open up my phone to check a few things. Firstly, if I had been contacted by Crewel since apparently he had found out my sibling’s number he may have found my contacts. Specifically “home” or otherwise Vera called my phone, but I couldn’t pick up because I was deliriously exhausted.

“Oh right, I was supposed to tell the Crewel you woke up. He acts more like your dad than our actual dad did haha.”

“Yeah, right? I was thinking the same thing. If he was still alive I wonder if that would have changed at all. I mean, it was really mom who was the worse parent, at least dad had an excuse.”

“I guess. But whatever, not the time. Time to message your ‘new dad’ since you seemed to have picked one up out of nowhere. You better not abandon me for another family.” Vera states rolling her eyes.

“Thanks, dad, and of course I won’t, you’re the only blood-related family I want to stay in contact with at the moment,” I say playfully rolling my eyes back at her.

Vera messages Crewel and much more quickly than I had anticipated he is in the room with us. We talked about a few things. Who Dev-Ya was, why he was so upset, what relation it had to my outfits, and why I lied about having a parental figure at home.

“Come to think of it. You’re a celebrity designer, you’re quite busy. Why did you come here directly to talk to us?” Vera asks.

“Well, while Ren is a student of mine, I was thinking that I could provide you with a better job as well and a place much closer to my design studio. If you’re all the other has, it would be rather cruel for me to separate you for a lengthy period of time. Despite how my name sounds, I’m not unreasonable.”

“Okay dad, sure thing. You’ve been really soft with me though. I don’t see how you would be. You just have high expectations right?”

“Say what you will little pup. I’m sure you’ll find I’m not as lenient as you seem to think I am. Also, Ren. How is it that your sister dresses so fashionably and you dressed as you called it in ‘an unfashionable dad aesthetic’?” Crewel asks, raising a brow.

“I uh, make their clothes and they take care of their skin better than I do,” I mumble slowly looking away from Crewel.

“I told them I don’t need to look nice either, but they insist that I should wear nicer clothes. I’m not a seamstress like them, I’m a watercolour painter. So I can’t just make them nice clothes to wear as they do for me.”

“But you look so pretty though, you definitely deserve all the nice things.”

“No, I don’t, you do.”

“No, I refuse, you do.”

“It looks like two little pups in need of some retraining.” Crewel breaks up what was about to become a battle of the no-yous, “Anyways, after Ren fully recovers, I’ll take you to your new home and explain the job I have for you in greater detail. That should be suitable for you I presume?”

“Excuse me, but why would you help us? Did you just adopt my sibling and say I could tag along?” Vera asks a little skeptical about this sudden favor toward us.

“I mean it’s not like he doesn’t gain anything. We’re both skilled artists who could contribute to his business and we’re in a position where it would be best if we joined him to gain the benefits we would from this.”

“Okay, I get that, but I still don’t understand why us.”

“While I don’t need a reason and this little gremlin child would technically owe me under other circumstances, I have my personal reasons for this predicament. Also, I am deeply concerned by the fact you trusted me so quickly. I will tell you the rest eventually, but for the moment I’m sure good pups won’t question me further.”

“Oh, you’ve yet to see gremlin Ren my newly adopted father figure. Now that I’ve fallen asleep near you like three times, I think it’s safe to say you’ll see weirdness soon. You don’t seem like a bad person though? I mean, you’ve had plenty of chances to make my life significantly worse, but you didn’t.” I laugh a bit. Vera raises a brow at me like they were saying, ‘Do you have no sense of danger child?’

“Gremlin Ren? Like when you said ‘Aw, dad called me precious’? I suppose you may simply be a good judge of character, though I’d still be more careful.”

“Hebba debba ha- Shoosh, we don’t talk about deliriously tired Ren, and sure, I could be more careful I guess,” I respond quickly, waving my arms vaguely in his direction.

“Bro.” Vera vocalizes her surprise, crossing her arms and shaking her head.

“Since we haven’t yet, Ren, let us exchange numbers so that I can contact both of you if need be. I’d rather not call your sister every time.”

“Oh alright, yeah that’d be good, we won’t always be together, so that wouldn’t have worked out every time anyways,” I respond before remembering I had Neige’s number somewhere too. I completely forgot to mention him to Vera before, oh well I can bring him up later. For some reason, I don’t feel like I should mention him in front of Dadus Crewel.

We exchange numbers and chat a bit about my health, fashion, and my sibling’s art. Vera ends up being quite flustered but flattered by the compliments she receives. It’s quite cute actually. Eventually, Crewel leaves and I’m left to rest with Vera making sure that I don’t skip any meals. She knows that I won’t eat if I don’t feel like getting up.

There was a lot to think about laying down. What was going to happen with Dev-Ya and Rachel? Would I have to tell Crewel about Rachel? How was it going to be learning under Crewel? Would Vera finally meet her Idol since we were going to be in the fashion industry? What did the dream with Neige and Rachel mean? I could probably figure out a couple of them. My dreams tend to be tied to reality, though upsetting things always end up more abstracted or represented by different characters. The thing with Neige may actually happen, or something similar will occur if I don’t spoil the surprise again. The more abstract representation of Rachel means I might meet her again. There’s no way that I would actually be trapped in a birdcage right? That seems quite unlikely despite how unhinged Rachel can be. I’ll probably have to tell Crewel about Rachel if I notice anything off like with the outfits. Though given his resources I may not be the first one of us to bring it up. Maybe I’ll wait until he asks me about it.

Two days pass slowly with the occasional conversation with my sister and her excitement about having a potentially less dull job soon. We vaguely touch on the fact she might meet her idol and then she wonders if she’ll have to hide her fanart of him before remembering that the only art she gets is of fictional characters so it's fine. Besides which there’s no way that Epel Felmier would ever see her room anyways right? By the end of the second day, I feel energized enough to start packing things up. Though I take care to pack my clothes separately from everything else just in case they’ll be confiscated for use as scrap materials. Not that they would, but considering Crewel’s judgemental glances, I have a feeling it isn’t an unreasonable concern.

Vera convinces me to call Crewel this time since she had to do so last time and he arrives equally as quickly as before with a few people to help us pack up. He motions for us to follow him while the movers grab all of our stuff in storage containers of various sizes and random boxes. On the way, Crewel discusses Vera’s position on the creative team designated to Epel and she literally gasps.

That evening when Crewel isn’t within earshot Vera tells me they hope he doesn’t notice them because they would never be able to talk to him well and might even accidentally refer to him as “baby girl” which they know he doesn’t like.

Unexpectedly our conversation takes a pause when I receive a message from Dev-Ya. He had been the one to block me initially, so I couldn’t imagine anything good would come out of whatever message he sent me. Especially since the last time we spoke, he punched my face. I didn’t open the message, but I read the first bit of it that was displayed on my phone screen from the notification.

[I want to meet up to apologize to you properly.] It began. I had a feeling that he didn’t actually want to apologize. Though I could be wrong, it doesn’t feel like something he would do.

“What’cha lookin’ at?” Vera asks, breaking the silence.

“An unexpected message.” I say vaguely frowning at my phone before shutting it off entirely for the moment, “I don’t really want to look at it though.”

“Oh, did Elliot message you again?”

“Not this time, no. Also, I blocked Elliot, I won’t be receiving his messages unless he does something to get around being blocked.”

“You seem to have a lot of enemies,” Crewel adds walking into the room with a pointer that has two collars attached to the other end of it. He was usually depicted with it, so it’s weird he didn’t have it at the event.

“Well, when you’re a doormat you tend to attract people who want to use you. Not that I am as much anymore, but it does sometimes feel like it would be easier to be one again.”

“That’s why I told you not to deal with them in the first place dummy,” Vera mutters.

“Are you sure you’re not the older sibling Vera?”

“Oh come on. Besides Vera is taller than me which automatically makes her the younger sibling.” I say playfully gesturing dramatically to Vera.

“That was because you were malnourished, you’re taller than me now,” Vera comments in turn with a small frown.

“Well I was going to get right to business, but I have a feeling we should discuss what happened with Dev-Ya on Glamour Isle.”

“I would be totally cool with skipping over that for now. Business stuff ooh.” I point finger guns in Crewel’s general direction.

“Oh wait, was that who messaged you?” Vera cuts in.

“What lead you to that conclusion? But yes, Dev-Ya texted me.” I sigh lightly rubbing the back of my neck anxiously.

“Well, that is concerning. What did he say?” Crewel asks, looking at me pointedly.

“I didn’t want it to pop up read so I only looked at the part that popped up in the notification. I don’t know what the rest says, but apparently, he wants to apologize. I doubt he means to apologize given how volatile our last meeting was.” I explain tiredly, rubbing my eyes and sighing.

“Bro block him. Gross. I bet Rachel told him to apologize so she can try to get back on your good side after ‘that’.”

“I figured much the same … I guess I should tell you who Rachel is now that we’re staying in your care huh? You certainly picked a puppy with a lot of problems.” I say with a small laugh before taking a deep breath and thinking about how to start.

“You are by no means obligated to give me your life story simply because I’ve brought you here. Though it would be helpful to identify people to avoid or deal with later.” Crewel responds, mumbling the last part and hitting his pointer against his hand.

“I didn’t catch that last bit, but I still feel like I should anyways. I won’t go into specifics, but essentially I was in a relationship where I would give as much as I could to make Rachel happy, but she never listened to me or returned the affection I gave. It got particularly bad at one point, but I won’t get into that. It messed with a lot of my friendships though since that became my standard. Elliot, who was mentioned earlier, is similar, but worse in some ways. I’m lucky I found out who he was before I met him in person though.” I explain vaguely, pausing a few times, wondering if I should be telling Crewel all of this. He practically adopted us, I’m not even sure how things worked out this well, but I couldn’t help but feel like as soon as he knew more he was going to throw me away.

“It looks like you were surrounded by some pathetic mutts. I’ll make sure they don’t show up around you. For now, you should probably block any of them you’ve yet to and stay focused on something that won’t keep your anxiety up. I’m sure that all deeply impacted you. No one goes through upsetting events unscathed. I don’t really do hugs, but you two can speak to me about anything that is troubling you. It’s one of the responsibilities I signed up for taking you in as my students. A teacher's job is to make sure his students thrive in the learning environment.”

“You’re definitely acting like a dad now. You don’t do hugs? What's with carrying me to a medic instead of letting someone else do it?”

“I’m not sure actually.”

“Oh? You’re not sure? Sounds likely fatherly instincts ooh.”

“…” Crewel doesn’t reply, he simply places a hand to his chin thoughtfully, placing the hand with the pointer in it against his elbow.

“Hey, Ren you should block those nasties.” Vera points out before I can react to Crewel’s silence. I had already forgotten that blocking people was mentioned so my mouth forms an ‘oh yeah’ before I turn my phone back on. It flashes on a full brightness before returning to the lowest setting where I usually have it.

“Ow, my eyes,” I grumble before going through and blocking the numbers I had yet to block. It was Dev-Ya’s and some guy named Teiran I didn’t remember but had a negative feeling about for some reason. Rachel and Elliot were already blocked before so I didn’t have to worry about them for now.

“You came in here to talk business initially right? Let’s do that.” Vera states, taking a lead in the conversation. Probably in hopes that Crewel would leave as soon as he said what he planned to.

“Right, business. First of all, excuse me for barging in earlier. I can assure you this will not become a habit. I live separately from you and I’ll make sure to inform you if I need to speak with you both prior to my visits unless it's an emergency of course. Onto business, there is a large event surrounding new fashion coming up in six months, the Summer Unlimited Fibers Fresh and Economic Revolution annual event. You’ll be put into teams of at least three. Though these teams can be sorted out beforehand which is what we’re going to do. As you may have already guessed, I plan to assign you two to a team with Vil Shoenheit and Epel Felmier. Until then, however, we need to increase your prestige and credibility.”

“I’m mildly concerned by the fact it spells the out ‘suffer’ as the acronym, but I digress. So you mean you’ll be making sure we get into events to showcase our abilities? If this goes well, we’ll be working on one of the biggest events in the fashion world with some of the most well know fashion-related celebrities. But if you have other pupils, then why did you select us?”

“Oh, I suppose I should have specified. I’m also a teacher at Night Raven College. The students there are probably who you mean by my ‘other pupils’. As for why I chose you two, there are a few reasons. Most obviously, it brings diversity to the group. A non-binary gremlin with dark-academia vibes and a lady steeped in Ouji fashion pair well with the adorable Epel and glamorous monarch-esque Vil. It’s like a set of fantasy villains. Quite an eye-catching arrangement no? Additionally, you already work well together, I’m afraid some of my other students are too much like divas to work well as a group. Individually they all have strengths, but until they mesh, they’re like oil and water. While you have yet to work with Epel and Vil, you will be more willing to compromise with them when necessary.”

“Oh, I guess that makes sense. Diversity is an important note for intrigue. However, I’m under the impression that this is in part because of Neige’s potential group. Either they’re also trying to be diverse, or that group is going to essentially be a boy band right?”

“Correct. Given the previous year, it’s likely that Neige’s group is going to be more diverse. There was a lot of discourse surrounding some of the former members, though somehow that discourse gave Neige a popularity boost.” Crewel states, his voice dripping with annoyance.

“Right, weren’t Neige and Vil placed on the same team as two newbies who ended up being a mess all things considered?”

“Unfortunately.”

“So you don’t want the hosts to make Neige and Vil part of the same team again? But you don’t have much time to locate some new talents, and those you could reach out to would make things more difficult.”

“Essentially.”

“Considering that you came here almost immediately. You have something in mind to get us started right?”

“Very good. Yes, I have a few events lined up for you. I’ll handle getting you in, you are going to need to focus on curating new designs. I have more for you after this event, so don’t burn yourself out like last time. Since security was so lax at the last location, I can promise you I’ll ensure more reliable security this time.”

“Can you tell us the specifics like dates and themes?”

“I’ll go over it with you another day, but for now I’ll be E-Mailing you all of the relevant information. Though I’ll need to give you your company E-Mails and their passwords before you can use them.”

“Company E-Mails? Wow- that’s fancy.”

“Oh, we had those at my previous job.” Vera mumbles.

“Good, then you should be familiar with professional E-Mail etiquette.”

“E-Mails have etiquette?”

“…” Vera and Crewel look at each other, perhaps wondering how I had made it this far without knowing that there was such a thing as E-Mail etiquette. Crewel ends up discussing specifics with us anyways before handing us our company E-Mail information. After he leaves Vera and I unpack a few more things while bouncing ideas off of each other for the first event.

We head to bed soon after and both wake up early. Getting used to a new space was going to take a little bit. Everything was so much cleaner than it ever had been. There’s only so much progress we were able to make at the old house with my studies and Vera’s work. Regardless, we had things to do and not much time to dilly-dally about new surroundings.

The next few days raced by and before we knew it we were presenting in front of a crowd. Though this one was notably smaller than the one from the Flash Forward Frenzy. Unexpectedly, Neige was one of the guest judges alongside Vil. After the show is over Neige approaches us.

“I didn’t expect to see you here! Wow, your designs are still so impressive. Oh, a pleasure to meet you, Vera, I’m Neige LeBlanche!” Neige starts excitedly grasping my hands, acknowledging my sister after a moment's pause.

“It’s nice to meet you too. I’m Vera, Ren’s sister.” Vera introduces, looking at Neige’s hands and then back to me with a raised eyebrow.

“Hello again! Also, I’m sorry, I completely misplaced your business card, so I wasn’t able to add your number to my contacts after everything.” I apologize, wondering if he was under the impression that I just didn’t like him.

“Oh no, well I suppose it’s not unexpected. You were in really bad shape after the Frenzy. I’m surprised you were on your feet this quickly. Hmm, why don’t I just add my number to your phone this time? There’s no way you’ll lose it that way!” He states with a wide smile befitting a prince.

“Sure! That would probably be better.” I reply before pulling out my phone. Vera blinks at me, ‘Seriously? You know that Vil and Neige are rivals, you really want to die on the hill of befriending everyone until you get hurt?’ I hand Neige my phone and he quickly types in his number. I stifle a laugh when I see that he’s oh-so graciously nicknamed himself for future reference.

“Do people call you Neggy?” I ask curiously, looking at the little heart emote he’d added at the end too. I mean it was distinct, I’d give him that, but it felt a little unnecessary.

“Only friends do. I’d like to think we’ll be friends though so you can call me Neggy too!” Neige explains still just as bubbly and excited as before.

“Okay, but I’ll still refer to you as Neige in public.” I smile a bit. He was cute if nothing else. It was like finding a little brother. Though Vera would always be my favorite sibling. Before I can give Neige my number in turn Vil joins us.

“Hello, Neige. Sorry to cut your conversation short, but these two have a prior engagement.” Vil states with a practiced smile, elegantly placing a hand on his chin. I wonder how much of the conversation he heard when walking over. Regardless Vera’s assessment that being friendly toward Neige would give me problems was probably going to be a little too accurate. Vil was already displeased, I couldn’t imagine that our trip to the meeting room with Crewel and Epel was going to be comfortable.

“Yes, unfortunately, we do have something else to tend to. I’m sure we’ll meet again given the industry. Let’s head out.” I add, looking at Vera who rolls her eyes at me and also confirms that we should leave.

“Ah, goodbye Ren. I hope we have a chance to talk more next time. Safe travels!” Neige says before saying farewell to Vera and Vil collectively. We walk in silence until we reach our transportation. After the door shuts Vil starts to speak.

“So you’re friendly with Neige LeBlanche?” He asks with a smile that conveyed his displeasure.

“Well, I don’t have a negative opinion of him as of the moment. But we’ve only spoken a few times so it’s difficult to say if I’d ever give him preference. Though to be frank, my main concern is being polite since unlike you, my clout isn’t very good.” I explain. It was true that I was fairly neutral towards Neige, he may be cute, but he’s not very memorable for anything but that. Given the choice, I’d rather be friends with Vil since that would make things less complicated and Vil is also more interesting. The media is divided on how to depict Vil as his fashion sense and acting career have cast him as a villain. Do they show him as tragic, cruel, or even secretly good?

“I see. I suppose that makes sense. Though I will remind you to avoid being too friendly with him. Even if you’re just being polite others will take your politeness as affection and twist your image.” Vil explains, a bit softer and less peeved than earlier. Was he worried about me? “I have to agree with Vil. Ren, you’re too careless with people.” Vera adds quietly, glancing at Vil before looking at me, “You shouldn’t have let Neige grab your hands either, what if there were paparazzi? Neige has the barrier of being the highest-ranking celebrity, you’re not safe from being slandered and defamed.” Vera adds with concern, her voice shaking.

“Vera- I know. I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful. Unfortunately, I have a feeling that the media is going to depict me as a playboy at this point. I mean, there’s no way that there aren’t pictures of Crewel carrying me circulating at the moment. With that, if there also end up being pictures of Neige holding my hands then I’ll be in trouble.” I apologize, sorting out my thoughts and realizing all at once just the predicament I had been put in.

“Usually Crewel is so careful about his image. But I suppose he has always had a soft spot for his students. Though he would never admit that.” Vil muses, “If you understand all of that, why aren’t you more guarded?” Vil adds with added annoyance.

“I- don’t have anything to say for myself. It’s just stupid.” I state looking down at my feet.

“We’ll discuss this with Crewel later. Vera, you weren’t at the Frenzy so I didn’t get to see your abilities in action before. I’m excited to see what you’ll do in the future. You seem quite promising, and perhaps wise.” Vil compliments Vera who smiles a bit before thanking Vil for his compliments. Eventually, it reaches the topic of understanding why Crewel said he’d need to fix my wardrobe.

“We already have plans to curate your wardrobe, unfortunately, there simply wasn’t time before this event, so you had to wear the ones from Glamour Isle. But no more. I shall make you shine like a diamond. And perhaps blind Neige.”

“What is it with people mumbling the last part of their sentences? I’m grateful for your time and efforts in this. I’ll try not to undermine your expectations.”

Eventually, we make our way to the meeting room where a few unfamiliar faces sit with Crewel and Epel. Most of them are dressed in business attire with some notes, but one of them looks completely different from the rest. Dressed in a dark feathered cloak with a crow mask and cane, the fae lounges at the head of the table. This also implies that he has a higher position than Crewel. Who is this guy?

“Ah! You’re all here. Yes, it is I. Crowley your beloved CEO and headmaster at NRC.” Yeah, I still have no idea who Crowley is.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Crowley,” I say with a polite smile.

“Yes, it’s lovely to meet you, Mr. Crowley,” Vera says in turn.

“It’s a pleasant surprise to see you attend the meeting CEO,” Vil states with an elegant practiced smile.

“There is no need to be so formal with me! Just call me Crowley. After all, you all are important assets to our company.” Crowley states in a sing-song tone, “Oh right, feel free to sit anywhere, there’s no need to stand so stiffly.” He adds with the motion of his hand.

“Thank you, sir,” I say before sitting one seat away from Crewel so that Vera can be seated beside two people she knows. Vil sits beside Epel on the other side of the table and introductions of everyone at the table begin. The table consists of Crowley, Crewel, Epel, Vera, Vil, Trein, Vanrouge, and I. The meeting covers schedules, the clean up for Crewel’s sudden dadittude, and current media standings. Admittedly during the more budget-oriented pieces of the conversation, I was completely lost.

After the meeting ends Crowley leaves immediately followed by Vanrouge. Epel and Vil head out after speaking briefly to Crewel. Vera and I decide to follow Vil out for the moment. We weren’t stopped so we left the room. Vil notices us and motions for us to walk a bit closer to the two of them. I can almost hear Vera internally screaming being so close to Epel.

“We have more to discuss outside of the meeting since they didn’t cover everything. You’re probably wondering who Lillia Vanrouge and Mozus Trein are. They’re investors in the company that happen to be on good terms with most of us. Since they have such a big say in our company, they tend to appear in official meetings discussing budgets and plans for the company's future.”

“You realize that Crewel probably would have explained all of that to them right?”

“Yes, but the conversations between Trein and Crewel tend to be lengthy. We have to wait anyways, it makes for better discussion if the other parties aren’t preoccupied with something else.” Vil says motioning for everyone to sit down in what is probably a waiting room or lounge of some sort.

“Eh- Yeah okay. Ahem. Hello again, I’m Epel. It’s nice to meet you both.” Epel says with a sparkly smile.

“Wow, I didn’t realize that people could literally sparkle,” I mumble thoughtlessly. Vera covers my mouth before I finish.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Vera states simply, smiling politely but definitely freaking out internally. After a bit, she uncovers my mouth and I am free to speak again.

“I guess we’ll be seeing each other a lot more frequently right? So wouldn’t it be a good idea to figure out some baseline things to avoid doing? For example, eating sounds really bother me. If I dine with others, it is usually in a noisy place so I’m less overwhelmed by the eating noises but rather the environment.”

“Ah, I suppose you’re right. Then I’ll state the obvious. Be more careful about your image and who you associate with. Additionally, do not needless contact Neige LeBlanche as that too could become problematic.”

“Ah, I get it, if anyone sees either party text the other, a deeper relationship will be assumed because it makes for a better story and more interesting gossip.”

“Exactly. I suppose that means you had no intentions of actually contacting him then?”

“Well, I was undecided initially, which is why I even mentioned the number again in the first place, but given this, it’s better to avoid contacting him. He’s been at the center of enough drama where everyone else ended up looking bad that I don’t really want to chance an ‘Oops, I didn’t realize they could see my screen lol’ moment.”

“I’m glad you’ve come to your senses.”

“I suppose if it's just us, avoid calling me cute or referring to me too fondly. I’d rather not be bombarded with those things outside of work too.” Epel adds, still sounding soft and polite.

“Ah, alright. If I had to add something, it would probably be along the lines of wariness around group chats or anything. I’ve had a friend or two in ‘secret’ group chats that were too careless about ensuring the excluded parties weren’t aware they were excluded.” Vera mentions with a brief explanation.

Before we could continue the conversation an announcement was made over the loudspeakers to find a place to hide while a situation was being dealt with.

“Well, that is concerning,” I mumble.

“What in tarnation? Concerning? That’s downright mortifying. What could possibly be happening?” Epel replies with a panicked expression.

“Let’s go into the nearest room. Now.” Vil states staying composed and ushering us all into a room that has a door that locks.

“It’s our first day here and something went wrong,” Vera mumbles, leaning on me and clutching their arms tightly.

“I’m not sure what’s happening, but it will be alright, we’ll just stay quiet. I’m right here.” I whisper as quietly as I can, placing a hand on Vera’s shoulder. The room stays silent after that. Outside of the room, we hear footsteps and a knock of metal on the floor.

Clack clack, clang, clack clack, clang

The person outside calls a name I don’t recognize, but Vil’s expression shifts into one of disturbed understanding.

“I know you’re here my love. Just come out and we can talk.” The voice calls out with a deranged laugh. ‘Ah, it’s someone’s crazy fan or ex.’ I think frowning a bit.

Clack clack, clang, clack clack BANG

The door shudders as a dent forms in it. It takes a moment to process that it was our door that had been hit until I see Epel standing before the door, magic circling his hands while he stands in front of us.

“Oh? Are those frightened breaths I hear? My my, you always were such a delicate thing weren’t you?” The voice exclaims, excitement dripping over their words as something crashes into the door again. I find myself wondering how this guy got here, how they possibly managed to get past security in this place.

BANG

The dent grows as the hinges cry out in pain.

BANG

The door squeals in agony.

BANG … Thonk

The door falls down slowly as an unfamiliar grinning figure peers into the room.

“Oh Icy, there you are!” The intruder exclaims looking at Vera. Vera looks confused and frightened. I find myself moving before I can think about it. I crash through the door we locked to get in here, pulling Vera behind me.

“GET BACK HERE!” They scream followed by the sound of fire crackling through the air followed by the whip of vines.

“Who the fuck is that?” Vera whisper screams, grabbing my hand tightly.

“I don’t know. But we need you to get out of here, or hide really well.” I say in reply, my voice sounding much calmer than the heart beating in my chest. My shoulder starts to throb.

“I-I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know who that is.” She says panicked.

“I know, I know, it’s not your fault, they’re just a creep.” I console them, starting to lead them toward another exit from the waiting room.

“Eugh- I won’t let you pass through here!” Epel shouts after a sound of pain. Before I can stop her, Vera barrels back into the previous room and punches the creepy stranger back through the doorway.

“No one hurts my friends,” Even she must not have known what came over her, but hearing her idol cry out in pain led her to punch the intruder with a force even she didn’t know she had. They fly through the doorway and crash through the door across the hallways.

“Agh- My sweet- why do you pain me so? I came all this way for you.” The stranger pleads. I feel useless as I watch Vil, Epel, and Vera.

“She wants nothing to do with you. Get that through your head or you won’t be left with just a few burns and scars.” Vil states with a venomous smile spreading over his lips.

“How did they get here? I don’t think they should have been able to. Is there anyone who would want to hurt Vera maybe? … Could it be Rachel again? Is she trying to destroy what I have left so I fall back into her arms?” I mumble to myself before hearing another crash. Vil had thrown the stranger through another door.

“That’s going to be a pain to replace.” Crowley comments walking towards the stranger, “Sorry, but who are you? And why are you bothering us on such an important day?” He adds with a certain detached annoyance like he was talking to a bug. It was then that I managed to walk back toward everyone to see what was happening.

“I’m just here to see my dearly beloved!” The intruder insists.

“That creep has nothing to do with my sister. But he thinks he is.” I state walking over, my heart beating loudly in my chest, “I was trying to be nice earlier.” I add with a practiced smile.

“How is taking my sweet Ice rose away from me a kindness? You just wanted her for yourself.” As they argue I catch a glance at their eyes, they’re cloudy. I stare at them for a moment before something clicks.

“You drank it,” I mutter.

“It’s a miracle thing, isn’t it? Oh, I was so close to holding my love. If you weren’t here- if I get rid of you-” The stranger realizes, rising despite their disfigured form.

“I don’t think so.” Crowley states bonking the stranger on the head with his hand knocking the fool out cold, “Now, I trust you’ll explain what you meant by ‘you drank it?’” Crowley asks motioning for some personnel to get rid of the creep.

“No, you mean they drank that?” Vera cuts in, “It’s- it’s a monstrous potion. It relieves you of all worldly pain, but you lose your ability to perceive right and wrong, as it eats away at you you start to decay and you’re susceptible to others' intentions. If they really drank that- then that means Rachel is involved.” She explains, rushing over as I lose my balance.

“This Rachel is going to be a much larger problem than I initially assumed.” Crewel comments, supporting me from behind as well, “But that doesn’t explain how that mangy mutt got in here in the first place.”

“If the only benefit of that potion was the elimination of pain it wouldn’t be as tempting. If you know which one it is you can probably piece together what happened. But one of the things the potion does is amplify your magic until you overblot. You either decay or overblot, and neither is a pleasant end.” I explain further, scratching at my arms as the ickiness settles into my skin.

“Why exactly do you know all of this?” Trein asks, walking over with a tap of his cane announcing his presence.

“… That’s how my best friend died,” I whisper with a small, pained, laugh.

“I’m sorry for your loss Ren. It is never easy to lose someone. I am too old now to guarantee your safety under my watch. But I will support you the best I can in other ways.” Trein states, looking between Vera and me.

“Hm, well given the dire circumstances I think I could keep an eye on them. Besides, it would be like adopting wor- children.” Crowley states, absolutely about to say workers instead of children before he corrected himself.

“There’s no need for that Crowley, I’m already taking care of their housing, so I’ll be the one to settle them into a safer space if need be,” Crewel states in turn.

“Hahahaha,” Vera starts laughing.

“I hardly think this is the time to be laughing child,” Crowley states.

“I know, I’m sorry, it’s just- you all barely know us but you’ve already accepted us more than our family ever did. It’s just kind of funny you know? Maybe I’m tired.” Vera states laughing a bit more while tearing up. She sniffles and tries to calm down her tears but Epel hugs her.

“There there.” He states, patting their back.

Crewel notices before I do that I’m crying too. He wipes away my tears with a handkerchief and sighs.

“You always seem to get hurt when something happens.” He says, placing a hand lightly on my injured shoulder causing me to flinch, “Let’s get you patched up, we’ll discuss what to do about your safety after that at least.” He adds.

Vil looks at Crewel as though he’d grown a second head.

“You’re not going to pick me up again are you?” I ask with a sniffle before turning my head to look up at Crewel. He smiles a bit.

“That depends, can you walk this time?” He asks though the answer was quickly found to be no, “Hm, well I’m afraid you’re going to have to sit still and be carried this time as well little pup.” He muses. I sigh and just let him carry me. Crowley joins Vil in his baffled stare at Crewel.

“What- is happening,” Vil asks furrowing his brows and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Dad instincts,” Vera mumbles through sniffles.

“I suppose he does have a habit of adopting promising children, or ‘pups’ as he calls you.” Trein muses, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

“Hah, this really is going to be quite expensive. You’ll need to deal with that Rachel person sooner rather than later.” Crowley comments before he takes his leave.

“Unfortunately I can’t stay for too much longer either. However, Vil, you have my number. I ask that you update me on the situation when you can.” Trein states leaving as well.

“I’m sorry, your jacket is soaked with tears,” Vera says seeing Epel’s now wet jacket.

“It’s fine. I don’t get the whole unsupportive family bit, but I’m all too familiar with being in an unexpected fight with someone you don’t know. NRC isn’t exactly full of friendly faces. ‘Sides, you were really something. I didn’t expect ya ta smack the bastard in gob like that.” Epel states, slipping into an unfamiliar accent. Usually, he sounds like a well-read nobleman.

“I just heard you get hurt and my body was already moving on its own. I can’t take too much credit for that. I’m not nearly as brave as it seems.” Vera explains quickly.

“Not many have such noble intentions. Well, I suppose you won’t be a burden despite the issues that seem to surround your sibling. Though my opinion is subject to change should you prove to be loutish.” Vil comments.

– “Ow- I didn’t think I’d dislocated it, it just felt numb at first,” I grumble, rubbing the arm where healing magic was applied.

“In an ideal world, you’d have time to rest, but for the moment we should discuss safety. Previously you would not be living with anyone but your sibling. Given the circumstances would you be more comfortable living in my house? Given my status, I have trained guards to deal with intruders like that person.”

“It would probably be safer to stay somewhere that secure. It’ll be a pain, yes, but I’m not going to deny any greater level of protection. Though I have my reservations about hired guards at this point.”

“That’s understandable. I can assure you, however, that my hired personnel will be much more reliable. Crowley and the owner of the organization that hosted the Frenzy prefer cost effectiveness to function.” Crewel grumbles.

“Da- Crewel! You shouldn’t say that in the building, slander the man later.”

“Pfft, but you don’t disagree.”

“Of course not, I’ve seen what happened- dude I was there. I mean last time was like two minutes ago. Eugh, I’m so tired now too.”

“You should get some rest here then. Would you prefer I stay here, or leave?”

“Thanks for that, do what you think is best.” I didn’t want to make him stay when there was going to be a lot of aftermath to sort out, and it was very unlikely that something would happen immediately after the last incident. Rachel doesn’t work like that, she eats away at you slowly until you give in to her.

Crewel ended up staying in the room, at least until I fell asleep.

– “Oh Ren, did you enjoy our game of hide and seek? I had so much fun finding you.” ‘No, I recognize that voice.’ “You were so difficult to get a hold of. Were you that confused my dear? It’s okay, I can help you now. Just trust in me.” ‘No. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be with her here.’ “Come closer, little Ren. I’ll make sure you’re safe in my arms.” Rachel’s arms wrap around me and begin to constrict me, suffocating me. It feels like all of the air is being pushed out of my lungs as the cold arms continue to snake around me and hold me closer. “My adorable dear.”

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TL;DR: Ren meets Crewel on a train after accidentally entering the wrong car and Crewel notices their distinct lack of fashion. From there Ren participates in a Speed Fashion contest with an unreasonable time limit and manages to prove their worth. Given this, Crewel takes in both Ren and their sister Vera to contribute to his team starring Vil and Epel. In the midst of this an old 'friend' from Ren's past resurfaces as an adversary.

#twisted wonderland #writing #fanfiction #divus crewel #twst crewel #We love the trope where someone just decides “You see this gremlin? This is my child now”#first post #It feels like I'm committing a crime.#I'm so sorry for this #Look #I know It's long #But It's fine #I'm totally mentally healthy #And not at all trying to escape reality #You should drink water #Also hi #Do you like it?#self indulgent

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Hey Yuly!! I just wanted to tell you how much I love your writing, it’s so deliciously soul destroying <3

If you don’t mind, do you have any tips on starting writing fanfiction? I really love writing but I have absolutely no clue where to start it’s painful 😭

Anyway ilysm ur an angst genius and I just wanted you to know it 💗💗

oh anon 🥹🥹you've made my entire day week with this ask thank you so very much for your kind words and support ❤️❤️

soul destroying 🫢hehe😈🤪

my advice for writing ??? as someone who started writing in Dec 20222???? i'm not sure i qualify to give any type of advice darling😭 but i will say this:

you said you love writing so start there!! don't be afraid!!! if you feel like writing something GO FOR IT, it doesn't have to be novel, hell it doesn't even have to be a full paragraph, write down your idea, tell your story and see how you feel about it, my golden rule is as long as I like it and it makes ME happy reading it, then I’m good!! Literally just open up google docs, or your notes app, whatever, take a breath and type away!!! flood the page with our ideas and then start organizing it a bit etc, don’t put too much pressure on yourself because thats when you lose train of thought and lovely ideas float way, forget about posting and what the reader will think, for now just put your energy into story telling :)

don't worry too much about grammar and schematics in the early stages, just get your idea out, tell your story! In my first few stories I was very insecure about the fact that my tenses were all over the place, I obsessed over it wayyyyy too much (I still struggle with it ngl), we aren't writing legal documents here, cut yourself some slack!! also, english isn't everyone's first language! I use free grammarly its very helpful, I am terrible at spelling etc.

at the same time, be honest with yourself, yes you are a brand new writer and there is lots of room to improve so if and when you receive some feedback, take it!! don't see it as an attack or a reason to not write anymore, incorporate it to the best of your abilities and keep trying!!

be yourself!!! I cannot emphasis this enough, you may not be aware of it yet but you have a certain niche that is going to hit juuuust right for your reader! i've started using tumblr and reading fanfic again since nov2022 and i have come across a wide variety of writing styles, some i personally enjoy more than others (and that's ok!) but there are so many insanely talented writers in this little fandom alone it blows my mind, and each of them has their own unique writing style and a different way to tell a beautiful story, and we appreciate them all!! there is room for everyone <3

most importantly: don't let lack of engagement discourage you, this is easier said than done!! right before I posted child's play, I posted a small one shot titled A Two Way Street, it was different from my usual fluff and actually, it was my very first time writing angst! (a tiny amount lol) and I was so excited !!! I even wanted (and still do) to make a part 2 and had this whole idea planned out, but it sat around 10 likes for nearly two weeks, with no feedback or anything, it was crickets lol. It made me really sad and I started to second guess my idea and just the story overall, I even thought am I writing too much too fast for someone who just started?? Maybe I should take a break. When I got the idea for childs play not long after that, I said fuck it ,I posted it with 0 expectations, I just genuinely liked my idea and telling the story, again, I had an idea for part 2 but this time I told myslef to not expect anything and just take whatever comes my way. The response to that story is still unreal to me, I'm so glad that I didn't let something so small discourage me from writing all together, truthfully some of the best stories I've read on here get way less recognition than I believe they deserve, but that does not take away from the writers talent or the story itself!!!

anyway, that was sooooo much rambling, I hope I was able to encourage you even a tiny bit, you are absolutely capable and worth the shot, don't be afraid, I’m no genius I'm just a regular girl and if I can do it, you absolutely can!!!❤️❤️

#yuly answers #writer things #writers and readers #i belive in you anon!!!

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fallensnowfan · 1 year

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Been about half a year since I made my post about my thoughts on the WT100 most popular characters, and I wanted to make an update for some.

Luffy - Very impressed by him telling Pigeon Guy to watch his manners on Egghead. I would love it if he was nowhere to be found when the story returns to Egghead, and the explanation is withheld for several chapters. Build up to something like the situation in chapter 958, explain the weirdness surrounding Kiku’s story during Wano’s epilogue, then have the Grand Fleet arrive in dramatic fashion, to a similar effect as Luffy, Law, and Kidd arriving at Tokage Port.

Zoro - The more his combat prowess grows, the more brain cells he loses, naturally. It's a constant battle for him.

Nami - Shirahoshi’s and Tama's big sis, I love that she has maintained her fun and survivor sides, over 1000+ chapters into the series, and that she is still growing as a character. Her being a glass canon of sorts is so much better than her gaining abilities and powers in a more typical shonen-fashion.

Usopp - Statue lad currently, I wonder if Zoro is secretly judging him for not having struck a cool pose before being petrified. It's okay, I think he's cool either way and he achieved major and meaningful things last arc, he can take a break for now.

Sanji - Generally prefer certain fandom interpretations of his character than canon these days. He has some bright spots post-time skip here and there, but fandom Sanji can fully embrace and maintain what canon Sanji could have several hundred chapters ago.

Hancock - I'd love it if she and S-Snake reconciled and teamed up to fight against the WG.

Yamato - I get that the character is meant to be a kinda shallow and immature imitator of Oden, taking on his name because “Oden” is a figure loved by everyone and represents freedom, while “Yamato” is a lonely and isolated child, unable to escape imprisonment. Though even with that role of being a storytelling device to have the Akazaya and Momo face their pasts, and the fact that blindly following Oden is restricting them, I don't think the character was used especially well. Forcing Luffy away from reaching the Scabbards on the roof was a stupid and grossly selfish move from Yamato.

Rather than having Brush-face return after being felled, have a Kiku who is struggling with exhaustion after fighting Kaido cross paths with and feel that she needs to keep up with Yamato(”Oden,”) as a protector of Momo. Have her collapse from exhaustion not much later, after taking offence to someone saying she should take a break to rest, or to help Tama instead, showing that she’s pushing down the part of her that cares for children with the character we established her caring about during her introduction, and have Kin’emon be there to see it happen. It would be a more grounded and clearer way of showing that Kiku stubbornly committing to the role of retainer is harming her and that she feels she can’t be herself while in the role.

Smoker & Tashigi - Would love to see one or both of them turn away from the Marines at some point, maybe have a hand in disbanding Cipher Pol as an organization.

X Drake - I'm curious to see him connect back up with SWORD and inform them on his experiences in Wano, and to see how his fate being intertwined with Law's will come back up in the story.

Pudding - I really want the Fire Tank Pirates to break her out of Blackbeard's ship, a Lola and Pudding reunion would be so fun.

Kiku - "Oh no, I scraped my forehead, if only there were a tall pretty samurai lady to take care of me." Ahem, oh right... My thoughts on Kiku's character. I want her to meet the crew outside of Wano! She got along really really really well with them in an incredibly natural way, carried the arc for about 75% of it, and is the only ally who was present for every major beat of it, though did it quietly.

Luffy respects her a lot, and I find it funny that the fandom wiki still says she let her emotions get the better of her, rather than highlighting the razor focus and self-control she displayed, after being taunted by Urashima. Tell me you don't understand the character, without telling me you don't understand the character. Her role in the Samurai family is very similar to Katakuri’s for the Charlotte family. Someone who tried to take on the emotional burden of everyone she cares about.

Izo - So cool in episode 1063, Oda, give us more stylish gun users! So were those like pure haki bullets he was firing? So cool! He lived a fulfilling life outside of Wano, had new experiences, and made new friends and family, while his old comrades from Wano suffered. He wants those in Wano to have a chance to experience the happiness he did for the decades he spent at sea. Somewhat of a mirror to parts of Ashura’s story. Ashura fell back into an old way of life, while Izo found a new one with the Whitebeard Pirates.

Hiyori - Toei, if y’all read this (I know they won't but they should!) kindly add a scene of Hiyori smashing her shamisen over Snake loser's dumb head, as a treat. I hope the anime extends her performance of Moon Princess with Brook, and her reunion with Toko.

Shirahoshi - Way braver than much of fandom give her credit for, went to Mariejois as her first trip to the surface, which is probably the scariest place on the planet for her. Didn't attack Charlos herself, because it would have destroyed everything her mother worked so hard to achieve, thought still rejected his words to his dumb face. Otohime would be so proud of her. Tangentially related, I'm curious where the Sun Pirates went, after working together with Jinbei to escape from Totland.

#one piece #WT50 #WT100 #post-wano arc

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aspacetobe · 1 year

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Hello!

I’m sitting on some bench in the MSP airport drinking a Mighty Mango Naked juice. Just chugged some OJ. And I have a White Mocha from Starbucks within reach. I feel by the time I get to consuming the Starbucks it’ll be lukewarm. and then when i board the plane in 30 minutes i’ll have to pee like a pregnant lady with no time to wait. But we’ll reach that point when we reach that point. (update: my bladder was tested. the minute that ding came on overhead letting you know the plane has reached 10,000 feet i was that person who shot up from their seat. and i can’t wait until we land bc the first stop is the bathroom.)

I should also explain I’m traveling for 3 months (that’s the max because of the whole 90 days without a visa thing) or, whenever my savings hits $0.

i’m shooting for the stars and hoping the 90 days comes before i run out of money.

why tumblr?

a part of me wants to shrug and say idk instead of explaining my thought process. i’m self conscious that it’s too over the top for explaining one’s presence or lack there of on a certain social media app.

why does it matter that much?

it doesn’t.

yet, i’m still here, proceeding to pour out my entire mind without much of a filter.

my relationship with instagram tends to go as follows: posting stories every day. feel annoying. deactivate my account. feel great. download instagram again. share everything. feel insecure. deactivate instagram.

horrible cycle.

lately it got worse.

it got worse after i started liking a guy.

lol.

classic.

so yeah.

i like said guy a lot.

but i’m headed to Europe.

And for three months.

And...

timing just isn’t right.

and…

i don’t seem to have the patience for anything not serious.

i wish i had the patience.

the lack of my patience has come from my insecurities. has come from me not wanting to confront why i’m feeling the way i’m feeling. why i’d rather run away than just wait and see what will happen (which is probably that whole anxious avoidant thing i’ve been labeled with). why, at the first sign of a possible (guys possible) i don’t know what to call it, communication issues (?), i say bye. instead of just, ya know, seeing how life plays out. although, i will give myself credit and say i tried.

and i did feel serious about him. like, he feels like home. this feels right. this feels comfortable. this feels like i can be myself. this feels like someone i want to share life with.

i just gathered after 5 months, serious isn’t what anyone is looking for right now. i even said something along the lines of “i want to feel free” while in europe. so there’s that.

i could be wrong but that’s what i felt.

and, if i did have one thing to be confident in, it is my ability to read emotions & body language. i’m hyper vigilant to other peoples subtle ques. and thus, when in person i picked up on a few things.

at this point, the only information i have is what i’ve been told and what i feel. and as best as I try not to assume, i just have to take what i know and proceed.

i’m just hoping there is an us in the future. that sometime in the future there’s still a possibility.

so…

i like a guy. i post on instagram. i check who’s viewed it. look for one name. cringe at myself. delete the app from my phone. wait 24 hrs until stories expire. search ‘instagram’ in the app store. download the app again.

rinse. repeat.

and that cycle increased in rotation exponentially over the last month. exhausting. really emotionally exhausting. and i hated myself for it every time.

when i got down to the nitty gritty of my emotional psychology as to why i’m in that cycle, I came to the conclusion that i was trying to be seen. and a want to be seen, for me, is an example of outsourcing validation. and the only person who can truly validate me is me.

I also get really insecure about being annoying on instagram. another shadow that needs to be worked through. if someone finds me annoying that’s okay. I don’t need to shrink or hide or not share for fear of what others might think. that’s really on them to control their input of information on social media. not for me to limit who i am as a person for the comfort of others. i’m not in charge of someone else’s comfort. i’m only in charge of my own. as of this point in my life, i am my only priority. and that’s who i want to focus on.

i’ve worked really hard over the past 3 years to get to a balanced & healthy mental space.

the past few months were honestly great because it was a clear mirror to the spaces and places within myself i needed to work through. especially the issues i suppressed for the past 10 years that had resurfaced. and i’ve worked through them (with and without a therapist) and will continue to work through them. i was /am ready to let it all go. and i did, for the most part.

so, with all the above in mind, i’ve been wanting to deactivate my account again but instagram is a wonderful place to connect with my family and friends around the world. i was a bit unsure of what to do.

when i was parting from my friend Katie on the 4th, she said, ‘go crazy with the stories on instagram!’ and my heart sank because i didn’t want to. and she’s not the only person who’s said something along the lines of, ‘i can’t wait to see your stories.’ so when i told her i don’t think i’ll be on instagram she immediately came up with a couple alternatives, ‘what about a tumblr or vsco?!’

i perked up. tumblr.

tumblr i know is an easy space to post all forms of media. i can make it password protected (i mean, i was hoping). and i can’t see who views it (and if there is a feature on here where you can, i don’t wanna know about it).

and so became this tumblr.

i’m excited about it. i can post my lengthy writings in addition to pictures & videos.

and the point of this trip, well, one of the points is to write.

the perfect space.

a space to be 100% me.

and now i’m sitting at JFK really hungry but don’t wanna spend money, 1 hour into my 8.5 hr layover.

but i should get food. bc 8 hrs is a lonnnnng time.

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my touch

desmondhearts

Summary:

this content consists entirely of sexual themes, if you aren't at least mature enough then don't read. .

I've been fixated on this manga series recently and I wanted to make a lemon one shot series, so here we are.

quotev saw it first, may be posted on wattpad later :)

Notes:

Will Contain

;; slight book of circus spoilers, f!reader, outdoors, grinding, blowjobs (reader giving), riding, loss of virginity, dom!reader, pregnancy

;; words; 2,266

Chapter 1: behind the bushes - dagger

Chapter Text

"and then BAM, hits his head right on the surface!"

your friend, Rose told one of her favorite stories of one of her many physical altercations, you and another friend listened very closely as she dramatically continued her story on how she beat a perverted assaulter to a bloody pulp.

afternoon lunch breaks were the best times, especially since you shared memories at this exact table laughing and goofing around with Rose and Ruby, your other friend.

your attention turned to a certain blonde haired male, sitting at the table, pestering his black haired love interest, she, of course, seemed very annoyed with his presence and turned her attention towards another male, who, either was blatantly ignoring her interests or was plain stupid to notice her affections.

the thing is, you have a huge crush on this man, and was deeply jealous of Beast, his love interest in question, it's not that you didn't like her, she's far easier to approach than what she seems to others, and you get along with her fairly well, but, it's the fact that he likes her, and you wish he liked you, it pained you that the exact guy you want, wants someone else.

"hey.... (stage name)!"

you heard rose snap you back to reality, quickly turning your attention to her once more. she had a devious smirk planted on her face, her eyes repeatedly turning to Dagger, and you, she leaned in closer to you.

"what's with you eyeing him, huh? you got a little thing 'a two for 'em?" rose said, quickly moving away and giggling loudly to where people drew their attention to your table, rose to say the least was.. pretty eccentric, so this was normal for people to look at her fairly strange because of her interesting outbursts.

"what??? no.. I just zoned out, 'tis all!" you chuckled awkwardly, seeing people staring at you now, including dagger and beast, looking over at the blonde boy once more, the two made eye contact for a few short seconds before he turned his attention to another member, this time it was Doll, the white haired gal you were also friends with, you knew he didn't show any affections towards her... from what you're aware of..

"sigh....."

"you did great out there, (stage name)! my god when you fooled those people with your illusions I almost shit myself!" rose continued to praise you for your abilities as you walked to your shared tent, walking past so many people to the point you couldn't even count how many times you had to say "excuse me."

when you got to your tent you hoped on your top bunker after removing your clothes, and putting on something more comfortable, all of a sudden, you had to go use it.

"hey, rose, imma go take a leek, be back shortly." you said as you ran out of the tent, you failed to notice that rose was asleep, not on the bed but on the floor still in her performance clothes.

walking around to find a nearby bush to use it since you weren't exactly sure where the restrooms even were, you managed to walked past him.

oh god, you got a whiff of his scent, and my god did he smell nice for some reason.

you managed to put your pride to the side and walk up to him, not to be weird but mainly trying to start at least a decent conversation, but things started to bum down when you saw the expression on his face, undescribably unapproachable, swallowing your pride once more...

"hey uh... what's the matter?" you asked the male.

he looked over to you, almost as if his eye would overflow with tears.

"I don't know if I should keep doing this ... I don't know why I keep doing this .. she clearly doesn't like me..." he vented, but tried to quickly change the conversation to prevent any more stronger feelings. "what are ye' doing out so late?"

"I need to use the restroom." you responded blankly, deep down, you knew he was talking about beast, she's so head over heels for Joker, you genuinely did not know how he didn't see that.

"I don't mean to be odd, but I can follow ye' there, just to scare away the creeps ye' know?" dagger joked about, you gave him a slight chuckle, he had a point, there were some creepy guys who worked on this campus, turning down the opposite direction to find the nearest bush, you squatted to use the restroom.

as you were finished pissing, the both of you decided to walk around the campus, you and dagger were getting along pretty well, your crush on him had grown bigger and you simply couldn't help but confess at some point.

"hey, I kinda need to tell you something, and I hope you don't take this the wrong way."

"what is it?"

you let in a big sigh, knowing your reaction is probably going to end in defeat, I mean we're talking about a guy who's obsessed with his love interest, talking about how the two were destined to be together even if she continues to push away his feelings in favor for another man who doesn't even appreciate her in that way, maybe your confession will change his tune.

"I've always liked you... like, romantically speaking, I know I know you love Beast, she's basically an angel in you're eyes or something but.. man, to you I... god.. what am I even saying?" you put it plainly, but stumbling over your words.

looking up at him, he gave you a face you simply couldn't describe, was it sadness? was it relief?

"ye' know what, (stage name)? I kinda like ye' too, I mean, now that I realize it, yer way more fun to be around than Beast, in fact from what happened tonight... I think yer way prettier than her, too.." he said nervously, then he realized, maybe he was moving on way to fast? "I mean, I still care about 'er and everything but... as of lately I've been rethinking everything..."

you couldn't help but smile, while you weren't pleased by him dowing beast, since she is an acquaintance after all, but you're glad to know he liked you back at least..

"come here, I wanna show you something!" you grabbed his hand and ran off to a secluded area, the both of you were not that far but far away so no one would notice you from the main area, you found a tree hidden behind some bushes, the both of you "hid" in that area.

you climbed on top of him, his face turned red as you can get it, he quickly covered his face out of pure embarrassment. "(stage name)! what are ye' doing? i-im still a virgin! maybe we could-" you placed your finger over his mouth, shushing him, you had to admit, you liked seeing him in this position, so vulnerable yet fussy, it's cute, but he was being far too loud, almost yelling, looking around fearing someone would wake up.

you placed a soft peck on his lips, they were oddly soft.

looking into his eyes, you could see the worry, he was most definitely a virgin, you gave him a warm smile.

"you don't mind if I take your virginity, do you?" you joked about.

dagger needed time to think about that, while he was curious about the concept of sex as a whole, not to the point of stupidly not knowing what to do, I mean hell he hasn't even had those types of lewd thoughts about Beast, sure, he was very aware of her cleavage, but not once did he ever think about wanting to fuck her, but with you, he didn't mind trying it, especially with a cute gal such as yourself, you were already here trying to get it on with him and knowing what'll come for him in the future, it's now or never.

"nope." he said somewhat enthusiastically, you slightly squealed at how cute this guy is, no wonder you have a crush on him, you thought about how Beast was missing out on such a cute guy, but hey, she likes what she likes.

you reached down to his neck and started to kiss, gliding your tongue around a certain spot, he didn't know what to do, grab your ass? maybe your tits? hmm, so many options! yeah, just cup your hands on both of her cheeks, that'll do it.

he kind of just placed his hands there, squeezing them from time to time.

you could feel his cock hardening underneath you, the harder he got the further it pressed against your pussy, your lips hidden away by your leggings was pressing against your clitoris, and my god, you could feel it by how hard he's become, he's big.

almost impatient, raising yourself up from his neck, you began slowly and gently winding your hips on him, you wanted to tease yourself to the point where you can't even handle it anymore.

his face, still red, his hands were now placed on your hips as you grind, feeling his cock twitch with every wind, your pussy was twitching as well, with each glide against his cock, the more moist you got down there, it felt as if you had just leaked your leggings just now, you moaned softly as you glide your clothed lips across his cock, god, your clit was growing more sensitive with each touch, you didn't want to cum just yet, you still wanted to enjoy each moment you had here.

you could see how high dagger was off of this pleasure, his low moans as you grind up and down, he was also growing impatient, he wanted to fuck your pussy so bad, but he isn't sure if he could, maybe you would protest against it, completely embarrassing himself.

hopping off of him, you made face contact with his crotch, he grew even more nervous, so now you were going to give him head?

you glided your tongue on his erect cock still covered by his outfit, teasing him, he threw his head back, almost pleading you to just take it in his mouth already.

quickly pulling down his pants to see, your predictions were very right, he was big, your mouth watering as you stared, veiny, somewhat curved, oh my fucking god, it looked delicious.

your tongue traced the vein leading up to the tip, before then taking his whole load down your throat, bobbing your head vigorously, the more friction the more saliva came out to lube it, he covered his mouth to prevent himself from making any sounds but nothing could help his soft moans escaping every now and again.

using your dominant hand to add extra friction, twisting your hand, your head, taking it deeper down his throat, whilst also reaching down to your pussy, pulling your panties to the side so that you can rub your clit, you made some somewhat loud gagging sounds with a mixture of moans, it turned him on even more, and he almost hated to admit it since it sounded a bit crude.

he didn't even have time to warn you that he would cum, he was in heaven, so high up in the clouds he couldn't even form a proper sentence, pulling his cock out of your throat, rubbing him off so that his cum would splatter all over your face, painting it white.

"don't go soft on me now, we aren't done.." you smirked noticing his cock going limp, hopping back on him in the same position as before, his cock made contact with your pussy as it twitched, dripping wet as you glide it back and fourth on it, rubbing your clit against his cock, your juices allowing you to slide without causing painful friction, his cock had slowly started to grow erect again.

grabbing it to where it sticks up, you slowly moving downwards as his cock slid inside of your loosened, wet hole, he yelped in pleasure, god, he never thought he would experience this in a million years.

you bounced up and down, gradually picking up the paste, your ass clapped against his thighs, it was loud indeed, but hopefully they think its something else rather than two members of the circus getting hot and heavy behind the bushes.

you moaned somewhat loudly as it hit a sensitive spot continuously, moaning loud enough for it to ring his ears but not loud enough for people from afar to hear and investigate, I mean, hell, he also moaned pretty loudly, bouncing on a virgin's cock was such an interesting, yet cute experience.

"fuck~.. god you're so fuckin' big..!" you yelled out curses as his cock was pounding into your cervix lightly.

but you were almost to your climax, eventually squirting your serum all over his clothes, he in return released more of his deep inside, penetrating your womb, welp, the next 9 months is gonna be one hell of a ride.

"so, how's the pregnancy going so far?" rose asked you taking in a slice of bread.

"god, this shit is painful, but hey, our baby girl is gonna come out healthy that's for sure." you rubbed your enlarged belly, "I should be due within the next month or so, I'll retire after the baby is born sadly."

rose signed in disbelief. "yeah, I hope daddy doesn't end up being a deadbeat." she tried to joke about.

"oh trust me, he won't."

Chapter 2: jealousy - joker

Summary:

Will Contain

;; f!reader, sub!reader, public, caught in the middle of it, grinding, blowjobs w/o gagging, overstimulation, fingering, oral (both reader receiving and giving), cunnilingus, missionary.

;; words; 2,616

Chapter Text

this months location was a small city with a sizable population, many people could be seen outdoors however densely populated wasn't the correct word to put it.

as usual, tonight's show was a breeze, things turned out exactly how it was planned for all 7 members of the first string, and usually, they'll group up together with other lower string members and just hang out, usually the men will for the most part, the women usually do whatever like going to bed fairly early or even hanging around with other female performers.

one of these performers, (stage name), was inside of the tent she shared with her lover, Joker, the leader of this circus, but he was nowhere to be found, mainly because she was changing out of her performance wear and was planning on washing off the sweat in the bathhouse.

grabbing her robe from the corner and unfolding it so that she can wrap it around her bare, sweaty body, afterwards placing on her slippers and opening the walking out, she see's Joker, alongside Dagger and Jumbo, who was carrying Peter on his back.

"ello, darlin'!" he greeted his love with a wave from his normal hand.

"hello, love." she responded back followed by a heartwarming smile, before eventually walking over to the bathhouse area to wash off.

as she was cleansing herself, out in the distance she heard voices growing louder, someone must've kicked an after-party, how interesting.

after cleaning, she wrapped herself back in her robe to head back to the tent, walking past multiple tents and boxes, to find something that stuck out.

in the eating area, it shows one of the lower performing members flirting with Joker, her eyes fluttered in a flirtatious manner and her cheeks were rosy pink, indicating she may have been under the influence, it looks as if she had just got there by the looks of it.

watching for a little longer to see her try to sneak her hand for it to hold his own, her short, fluffy brown hair was curled into a bob that reached just slightly above her shoulders, she wore a pink dress that had fur on its breast area, a more provocative winter outfit.

rolling her eyes as she walked off to her tent to quickly change into something casual, but fitting for the weather, and walking out, heading to the same area to see that whore still there, but from the looks of it, Joker was paying no attention to her, but in (stage name)'s head it played off as if he didn't mind it, just sat there and let it happen.

the first one who caught her eye was Jumbo, who gave Joker a look of "stranger danger." knowing that (stage name) would make a fuss of it.

Joker turned his eyes over to her, so did the lady who was hugged up over him, yep, she was one hundred percent drunk, as she had a cup of alcohol in front of her, but she didn't care at all, rolling her eyes and laying her head right back on Joker's shoulder, shimmying herself closer to him.

looking down at her, rolling your eyes and sitting next to Dagger who was only a few meters away from Joker on his left side, as she sat down she made a "hmph!" sound from her voice, pouting her head up in a bratty manner.

"uh oh." Dagger said to himself.

Peter tried his best not to let out a giggle, it was hilarious to see for him, knowing some shit might go down.

growing closer to look over at Joker, the look in his eyes wasn't out of enjoyment, but mainly allowing her to do it because he didn't want to be rude, and just push her off violently, especially since she was drunk, so pretending as if she wasn't there was the best thing to do, he tried his best to get her to loosen her grip but it only provoked her to hold on even tighter.

in earshot of everyone at the surrounding table, she whispered; "maybe we can head back on to my tent later, okay jokey?" she let out an annoying, but seemingly cute giggle afterwards, now knowing that his very own lover was there, she took her flirting to a whole new level, purposefully being this way to get her riled up.

standing up and aggressively slamming her hand on the wooden table, she slowly makes her way over to the woman, and eventually, violently, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulls her off of him, loosening her grip on him as she went on down, hitting the back of her head onto the floor, before (stage name) could land a punch on her, Joker grabbed her by her arm and pulled her away, having her land on his chest, wrapping his arms around her tightly to where she won't move her arms.

"what is the meaning of this!? what was she doing!?" she yelled out, Joker had tried to shush her by wrapping his arms around her abdomen, grazing his nose against her upper neck, lower ear area, and landing in tiny pecks, whispering to her that I'll be okay, after a bit, he pulled her out of the mess tent and away from the forming crowd and away in an area where it was only the two of them.

she was still very angry with him, yelling about how he was basically allowing it to happen, trying his best to calm her down, he returns to hugging her from her back, he explained to her lowly in her ear that she was drunk, and didn't want to hurt her by pushing her off, he even tried telling her that he doesn't want her on him but she didn't budge, {stage name} gives him a huff in response.

he could feel himself grow hard, pressing his pelvis gently against her bottom, essentially; humping her, the less she did anything about it, the more aroused he grew, quickly looking around to see no one paying them any mind, he goes back in to bend her down to where her hands were to have touched the grass.

though wether she wanted to admit it, she loved this feeling, they haven't had sex in a while since the both of them, especially Joker, were occupied with other things so they didn't exactly have the time.

"whatever the hell you're doing, hurry up." still fairly irritated.

"don't worry, I will."

going back in to grind against her, his hardened cock, still in his pants but was poking out to where it's fairly noticable, was now pressing against her moist pussy, hidden away under her leggings, but was clearly noticable after she bent down.

her lips were rubbing against her clitoris, sending a wave of sensitive pleasure through her area, making her feel hot and heavy, she just wanted him to get it on and fuck her.

but before he could go in to pull down her underwear, they were finally caught.

"ye' know we can see ye', right?"

Jumbo's voice was heard from behind, the two hot and horny couples quickly adjusted themselves to look as if they weren't doing what they were just doing.

{stage name} runs off back to the tent so that she can get dressed, while Joker is preoccupied with having to explain himself.

in the tent she was slowly removing her clothes, leaving her only in her bra and underwear, before reaching off to get her nightgown, planning on calling it a night, she hears the tent flaps open, turning over to her boyfriend who unexpectedly ran into the tent, he spotted her heading for the gown half naked.

"back already?" she asks him.

"it wasn't nothin' really." he responds.

sneaking his way up behind her to wrap his hands around her waist, leaving small trails of kisses along her back neck, and down her shoulder, (stage name) slowly drops her nightgown beneath her, allowing him to trail his hands wherever, leaning into him, letting her head lean back to rest on his shoulder as he made marks through her neck.

"shall we continue?" he said to her lowly.

she responds with a simple yes.

his normal hand had reached down to her area, putting her underwear aside to release, before anything he uses his prosthetic to take off the glove and throwing it somewhere, before sticking his finger in between her moist folds as he drags it across her clitoris lightly, teasing her, making (stage name) let out a soft hum of pleasure, he smirked against her skin and whispered lowly to her; "ye' like that, don't ye'?" one his prosthetic fingers had hooked onto one of her bra straps and pulled it down slowly, letting one of her breasts to free itself.

lifting her head off of his shoulders, turning to face him, his finger had released from her folds as he dragged up to lick off her serum, she playfully let out an "ew" at the sight, after unhooking her bra and dropping it to reveal her breasts, she pushes him down onto their bed.

looking down at his hardened member seductively, she goes there to loosen up the trousers, pulling them down just a tad to only reveal his cock, springing up, a perfect length.

she goes down to graze the tip with her tongue, the tables have turned and now she's teasing him, looking down at her with eager eyes, waiting for her to take his whole cock down her throat.

"bet ye' can't go all the way down.." he instigated, she looks up at him before wrapping her lips around it, slowly making it down to the base without gagging, making him release a soft groan, placing his prosthetic hand behind her head, keeping her there for a little while longer before pulling at her hair, shooting her head back up and with her response, gasping loudly, a trail of saliva follows her, strings hanging on connecting from her lips to the shafts of his cock.

she wraps her hand around his cock and begins to move vigorously, before placing her mouth on it once more, moving back and fourth along her hand, jerking off his cock whilst also blowing him, it was like he was in heaven right now.

"yer doin' so good, darlin'..." he said to her lowly in order to hide his moans, running his fingers through her hair as she was busy giving him a blowjob enough to care about it, she let out moans as she moved up and down, up and down, the more friction it caused, the more saliva starts to form, eventually removing her hand to hold herself down at the base once again, whilst also fondling his balls lightly so where she doesn't cause pain.

"f-fuck... I'm almost there..." the last words that came out of his mouth, before she pulls her head back to jerk him again, having him release all of his serum all over her face, her tongue stuck out as some of it landed on it, including a bit in her hair, which she didn't seem to mind.

while that was said and done, she stood up to grab her robe, wiping her face, then returning to see what would happen next, looking at each other for a short moment, before he stood up.

Joker gave her a kiss on her lips, a soft, yet passionate one, leading her to now the be one on her back on the bed, him on top of her, pulling away by trailing his kisses down to her breasts, kissing each areola, and licking each nipple, down her her stomach, and now making face contact with her pussy, his tongue pushed her folds to the side to get access to her clit, pushing against the sensitive spot, sending her the exact same feeling from before, now going in to make circular motions, leaving her to moan softly as he ate away at her.

two fingers enter her pussy, curling them upwards against the roof of her walls, a particular spot there had her yelp in pleasure, continuing to torment that spot, leaving her a hot moaning mess.

"ye' feel better now, don't ye'?" he asked her before going back to feasting on her clit, she gave him a loud yes.

"that's right..." he said again in-between tongue strokes, his picked up his pace, moving both tongue and fingers faster but not too fast, she put out a series of low and high moans before yelling out how she was close to her climax.

and so she did, creamy juices had seeped out from her hole, his fingers and slowly moved away from her as well as his face all together, now placing one finger on her clit, lightly rubbing it so that she can be further stimulated, the exact sensitive feeling wasn't there anymore, but it left something powerful, an unexplainable feeling of pleasure, it felt as if she wanted to release more, but couldn't.

she balled a fist into the bedsheets, raising her back in the air as he continued to rub, he enjoyed the sight he was seeing right here, letting in a small smirk before eventually pulling away, her dropping her back onto the bed once more..

now crawling back on top of her to give her another kiss, having her taste her own fluids.

he pulled away, his cock was now making contact with her pussy, teasing her folds as he slapped his dick lightly on her, spanking her pussy essentially, before slowly entering her canal, using his prosthetic and flesh hands to keep her legs folded to where he as easy access, folding her in full missionary.

as Joker's cock travels deep within her, beating away at her walls, she lets out a loud pleasurable scream as it makes contact with her cervix, moving slowly in and out of her, making her let out loud moans.

"f-fuck..! yes! g-go faster please!" she moaned out, placing her hands on his arms, gripping them, and like she requested, he moved faster.

his cock was now pounding softly in her, not causing too much pain to her cervix but enough to get her shimmy a tad, drooling a bit and give him a half lidded eye look.

reaching down to her ear to whisper.

"how does it feel?"

"your cock feels so fucking good..."

"I know that's right..." he responded before continuing to pound deep into her, leaving her to cry out his name as a less creamier liquid shoots out from her hole, he swiftly pulls out for him to grab his flesh hand to jerk off, eventually releasing all over her stomach, letting out a low moan as the creamy substance oozes away from his urethra, droplets fell down to her lips, sliding in between her pussy.

eventually the two of them got up to realize. (stage name) made a mess from squirting.

"I guess 'ee won't be sleepin' with any sheets tonight." Joker joked about, hands on his hips, before going in to take the sheets off the bed and tossing them in the corner of the tent.

"yeah, I guess so.."

Chapter 3: a little crush - othello

Summary:

Will Contain;;

;; f!reader, grim reaper!reader, switch!reader, loss of virginity, impact play, face riding, oral (reader receiving and giving), cunnilingus, backshots,

;; words; 2,365

Chapter Text

(name), a woman who everyone feared for one mutual reason; a complete strict and no nonsense lady who takes her jobs very seriously in the soul collecting operation.

she was considered to be bossy and very independent, and according to Grelle; she's a tough shell to crack, getting on her bad side is one of the worst things you could ever do, and its even more challenging to please her.

no one would've ever thought that a certain person would get her to act oh so different, she had been hinting to the others, namely Ronald Knox and Grelle Sutcliffe, that she had a thing for someone, they never thought too much into it at first until she started acting odd.

and the pieces were being out together when she started visiting the forensic center often.

could he be...?

after reaping a woman's soul in the East End..

"Annie Davis, age 23, born April 17th 1866, she died..... after suffering multiple stab wounds..." (name) reads out whist watching her cinematic record, seeing that she had been raped before she was killed by two men.

"how terrible..." is the only thing she could say to herself... she let out a sigh before turning back, looking above her to see someone up above on top of the buildings, since the moon was illuminating a bright light, making said person appear as a shadow, she couldn't exactly make out how the person looked..

until she moves around to see who it could possibly be, long hair was flowing within the breeze...

"sigh..." hopping up to the building to make contact with someone familiar.

"I was going to meet you at the salon today, but I had other plans apparently." (name) said strictly to the woman in front of her.

the brown haired woman walked over to her, death scythe in hand, carrying a large rake.

"..... Carol Robinson.." (name) said to her.

"that's me!" Carol said enthusiastically, at first coming off as mysterious and now off as the complete opposite.

"uh-huh." (name) responds.

Carol gets closer to the woman and wraps her arm around her shoulder. "you know I know who you like right?~" Carol coos.

"no, you don't." (name) responds strictly.

"yes I do.. his name starts with an O....." Carol teases before letting go of her shoulder and spinning around, dancing playfully.

(name) stops in her tracks and turns over to her, already knowing that Carol is standing as still as a pole.

"I see you getting flustered..." Carol cutely whispers before letting out a small giggle.

"uh-huh, sure." (name) rolls her eyes before walking, not even caring that Carol will follow her.

"you know who I'm gonna say right?" Carol once again teases her before whispering it in her ear.

"Othellooooo~"

(name) turns her head to Carol slowly, shooting her a wide eyed glare.

"....okokokokokokokokokokok..." as she slowly trails backwards.

face palming, (name) goes on to walk right back home, speaking of Othello, they were supposed to "hang out" tonight after months of speaking to each other on their free times, or in more deeper tones, the two of them were secretly dating for a while and today they mutually agreed to do the do.

everyone around her could see that the two of them liked each other very much, they could talk for hours upon hours if they wished, but knowing the guidelines that wasn't exactly possible.

now that she had reached her flat, she saw that he was already there, waiting for her by the door.

"I'm here." she said, startling him just a bit.

"you were gone this whole time?" Othello asked her, his hands were in his lab coat pockets and his back touching the walls.

"yep, had to take care of some late night business, but now that I'm free, I can finally get some time to myself.... of course with a little side of you." she joked before unlocking her door and opening it, letting the both of them inside.

"sorry, the house is a bit of a mess, roomate problems." she said lowly, Othello had looked around to see opened bags of chips and an open container on licorice candies just sitting miserably on the table, the candy had to have been no good now.

while she was putting away her coat, scythe, and cleaning up the remaining messes her roomate had left, she allowed him to sit on the couch, and so he did.

she goes to grab two glasses of water so that the two of them can drink it, handing him the water, he takes a sip out of it after grabbing it from her, and placing it on the once dirty table in front of him.

"hmm, so watcha wanna talk about?" Othello asks (name), she sat nervously beside him, not wanting to get any closer, and likewise with him, he also sits nervously, but masks it with being calmer and laid back.

"I'm not sure, I don't have any ideas." she responds.

.......

"you know, it's pretty funny how you act so high and mighty on the job, but when you're around me it's like I'm seeing a whole different person.."

(name) awkwardly giggles at his response, it's interesting, because it's true, despite the fact that they are secretly dating, they don't even hide it some times.

but she doesn't realize how obvious her crush on him is, the way she acts around him is a dead giveaway to other reapers, she's goes easy on the guy, she doesn't do that with literally anyone else.

"I'm sorry if this is awkward, it's just... I don't know..." Othello scratches the back of his head nervously... "believe it or not it's kind of my first time doing this... I never really had the time do... have sex you know?"

it took him some time to bring it up.

"I understand." (name) finally loosened up a bit and slid herself over to him, placing her hand firmly against his chest, pushing him down onto the couch, his head touching the arm rester.

climbing on top of him, looking down at him with lustful eyes, she could see Othello's face growing dark red, his eyes widened as she looks down at him, face mere meters away from his, before placing her lips on his, kissing him softly.

roaming her hands down his chest, feeling his toned body through his shirt, she began to unbutton it, bottom to top, pulling herself off from his lips, looking down at his chest, she began to make marks over his neck and such, making him let out a soft moan with each touch.

her hand had roamed down to his already hardened member, travelling her hand down inside his pants to feel the leaking precum from the tip of his cock, teasing it by taping her finger lightly on it a couple of times before grazing it, by making circles.

"(n-name)...." he moans out her name quietly.

she raises herself from his chest, travelling down to his pants, unbuckling his belt and pulling them down, seeing that he was average leaning above average, precum was still leaking through his tip, seeing his cock twitch more for it to be teased as touched made her leak through her panties.

grabbing the cock, she licks from base to tip, moisturizing her tongue as she licks slowly, making him arch his back and let out a low moan.

she caresses his balls lightly, her tongue travels to that area, grazing her tongue across the wrinkly sack, being very careful not to cause any sudden wave of pain.

whilst jerking him slightly, she carefully sucks the sacks into her mouth, swishing them around in her mouth, looking up at him as she sees that he is in complete euphoric heaven, I mean, it was his first time after all.

after a bit, she feels liquid dripping down her fingers as she jerks, lubing up his cock, spitting the sacks out of her mouth to see his cum slowly leaking out, she licks the tip, making more seep out through his hole.

after that is said and done, licking the remaining cum off of her fingers, she hops off of the couch and pulls down her pants and underwear, and unbuttoning her shirt and pulling out her breasts just for extra effect, she spreads her legs over his face, he looks up at the dripping wet cunt, some of the juices drip onto his face, making him lightly flench.

"are you ready?" (name) asks for reassurance.

"uh... y-yeah..!" Othello says after he was snapped back to reality, the feeling was left there as if it never went away.

placing her wet pussy onto his face, specifically his mouth, his tongue moves against her pussy, passing by the clitoris a few times before finally getting the memo after a period.

his tongue teases her clit, making her let out quiet moans that he could hear perfectly fine signaling that he's doing a good job.

"you know... for someone who stays in that lab all day... you sure know how to eat some pussy..." she lets out in between moans.

unexpectedly, a hard slap landed on her ass, making her let out a yelp-moan combo, it surprised her that he could even have the confidence to do something like that, knowing how he is.

it made her smile knowing he was opening up just a little, she couldn't help but pat him on the head.

"you're doing so good.." letting out a moan before suddenly having a wave of euphoric pleasure woosh over her.

"f-fuck I'm gonna cum..!!!" she said as she lightly gripped onto Othello's hair, before letting out a loud moan that echoed the living room, not even caring if the roomate was back there sleeping and just so happens to walk in on them.

her creamy juices dripped down into his mouth, forcing him to have a taste of her, before pulling herself off of him.

"I think we should go to my room now..." she said as she held out her hand for him to sit up and take it, pulling him off of the couch, she reaches in to give him a peck on the lips before they walk off to the back room, possibly the neatest room in the entire house, because duh, roomate ain't touching it.

Othello sits on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to do whatever she'll do next.

these past few minutes was something spectacular, a feeling he thought he would never experience, and he's doing it with one of the most badass reapers he's ever met, god, he had got to give himself a pat on the back.

now she was beside him, with her knees on the ground and her hands on the bed.

and it all came to him.

she wants it from behind?

shyly getting up, he placed his hand on her ass, grabbing his cock to position himself, and slowly sliding inside of her, making her moan in pleasure slightly as it runs against her walls.

and then he starts to pump slowly, making sure not to move to fast or else he'll cum early, or even moving a bit slower will make him cum early, my god.

as he softly pounds in her pussy, making her scream his name in pleasure boosting his ego, he grabs and spanks away at her ass, making it jiggle as it claps against him.

"haaaah, you fuck me so good~ go faster~ faster~" she moans out loudly, and he goes in faster, straddling her hips as he moves in and out swiftly.

but holy hell, he was so fascinated with the way her ass just bounced on him as he was going in on her, fuck, he best not look for too long or else he'll cum early, he wanted to last as long as he could handle it.

but he couldn't.

he felt himself about to release again, so he swiftly pulled out and started to jerk away, cumming all over her ass including tiny bits squirting on her pussy, mixing in with her juices.

heavily panting, he gets up from his knees and looks down at her, ready for possible disappointment.

she gets up from her knees and walks to the bathroom, closing the door on him, he stands there as he grabs the nearest item, aka a robe thats hanging from the door, to wipe off the juices from his now softened cock before placing it back into his underwear and pants, walking over to the mirror to straighten himself up, tidy up his already unruly hair and brushing himself off.

seeing that she had already got out of the bathroom, it looks as if she changed her outfit into a nightgown and had fixed up her hair into it's usual sleeping style.

"you're not mad at me, are you?" he asks her.

she gives him a confused look. "what?" she walks over to him and gives him a reassuring kiss on the cheek. "no, why say that?"

he looks down at his feet, knowing he still had his sandals on.

"I felt like I came too early." he said.

she rolls her eyes gives him a hug. "I understand... it was your first time after all." she said as she starts to take off his already unbuttoned shirt, revealing his skinny yet toned frame, and placing her cheek against his chest, pulling him into a hug.

it took him a bit to wrap his own arms around her waist, gather the confidence to pull her into a kiss, before they went off to bed together after agreeing for him to stay the night.

it was already early morning, and the two of them were snuggled up together, sleeping soundly.

unknowingly, the roomate had knocked loudly on the door a couple of times, it took banging on the door to wake her and Othello up out of their slumber.

(name) had jumped up, annoyed, realizing that they had made it back home, or had just woken up.

getting up to go answer the door to reveal her roomate who was already dressed for work, realizing, she needs to get ready.

after waking up Othello, both of them had swiftly dressed themselves so that they can start off the day, and head over to the headquarters.

and once she got into her office, she was greeted minutes later by Ronald and Grelle with interesting looks on their faces, as if they had gotten some information they were not supposed to find out.

raising an eyebrow, she looks over at the two of them who walk into her office.

"you know what Carol told us right?" Ronald said to her, giving Grelle a 'look'. after sitting on the chair parked in front of her.

"you know..... the crush you've been speaking on about?" instead of sitting in the second chair besides Ronald, Grelle decided to sit on the desk instead.

"yeah...?" (name) says, pretending to be completely oblivious to what they were even on about.

"now because of her, we know who he is...." Ronald goes on.

"you've been hanging around.... Othello.... a lot recently, (name).... and according to Carol.... that is the man you like!"

Ronald tried his best to hold in his laughter, knowing who she chooses to be with...

"and what about it?"

Chapter 4: sexual tension - peter

Summary:

Will Contain;;

;; book of circus spoilers, f!reader, sub!reader, outdoors, hate fucking, enemies -> lovers.. kind of?, most likely size difference, dirty talk, physical fighting, slapping.

;; words;; 2,204

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a normal evening in a city some hours away from London, it's been only a couple of hours since she had performed as a first stringer.

(stage name) was walking around the area speaking with her friend, she had got done eating with her and now they were just up and about, wondering what they should do with their time left.

"hey, Elaine... what do you think we should do?" (stage name) usually preferred to call her dear friend by her birth name because that's the name she's used to calling her, everyone doesn't seem to mind it when she does it because her stage name, Golden, is just that, a stage name.

Elaine didn't exactly know what to do, and kept quiet per usual.

"maybe we should go hang out with the others?" (stage name) offered, she saw Elaine tense up just a bit, sadly, she was no first stringer, and was deathly afraid of approaching any of them out of fear of embarrassment.

"i-i-its okay ... y-you go on ahead I'll catch up!" Elaine says shyly, stuttering over her words.

(stage name) rolled her eyes and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her forward so that she follows behind her.

"you gotta learn to get out of your shell, Ellie!" stopping in her tracks when she sees one of them; Beast.

turning over to Elaine, she sees her legs wobbling about.

"what's going on? why are you acting like this, Ellie?" (stage name) consoles her friend, concerningly.

"I'm just scared I might say something bad... or do something bad..."

"ah come ooooon! they're very kind! it's just one of them you gotta watch out for." towards the end she starts to grow annoyed, rolling her eyes before returning back to pulling her friend away to go find the others.

meeting at the mess tent, she finds some of the members, including the newer ones, Smile and Black.

"come on Ellie, just sit right on next to me."

Elaine had stood behind (stage name) shyly, she could notice a dark pink hue scatter across her face once she eyes Black, oh dear, maybe she's got a crush on someone, and that's why she's so nervous?

but that can't be, she's been this way, so Black shouldn't really be the cause... right?

eventually Elaine does sit down but VERY CLOSE to (stage name), she looks down at her legs as her hands firmly sit on them.

(stage name) didn't care much for the glares that she was getting from a certain someone at the table: Peter.

oh boy, where do I even begin with these two? their rivalry turned enemy relationship had started at the workhouse when (stage name) would playfully taunt him.

always jokingly confusing him for being a child even though he isn't, he just doesn't grow past a adolescent.

she would always stand above him and laugh to herself before running away, and he would chase her, threatening to kick her ass.

she almost never takes him seriously when he's angry.

well, despite that, (stage name) still decides to at least 'try' to befriend him but he will not allow it, she seems to get along with his sister, Wendy, just fine.

"so, what are you guys up too?" (stage name) asks everyone else but seems to be eyeing Joker for the most part, and because of that he responds.

"we were just talkin' about a childhood memory, is all." he said, giving her a heart warming smile then taking a shot of his drink.

"here, (stage name), have one." Dagger pours her a cup, she takes it.

"don't mind if I do, I'm not trying to get drunk though." she joked about before chugging it down..

she turns her head over to Elaine, who seemed to have calmed down just a little.

"are you okay, now?" (stage name) asks her friend, patting her on the back, but the only response she got was a nod.

"what's wrong with 'er?" Dagger had asked (stage name) about Elaine, who gave him a look, widening her crystal blue eyes over at him.

"ah, she's just very shy." (stage name) responds.

"well, there's no need, we don't bite!" Doll says to Elaine.

while they were busy working on getting Elaine to open up more, (stage name) decides to announce that she'll be taking a walk, giving Elaine a "you'll be alright" expression before walking out of the tent.

doesn't realize that a certain someone "followed" her out.

walking around the area and off the campus to find herself surrounded by tall trees in the dark forest like area, it was thankfully light enough to see where she'll be headed.

she made sure not to walk off too further away or else she could potentially get lost, still trying to keep in vicinity reach of the circus.

while she was exploring this unknown area, she found herself being led down a pathway, mushrooms had been on the side of the trails and the sounds of crickets were chirping in the distance.

she didn't realize that someone was behind her.

the sounds of breaking branches didn't seem to startle her much, but she was now growing wary of potential creepies.

turning her back to see that a small figure was behind her, judging by the immediate height.. there was no way that he followed her here out of all people.

"'ey, what'dya think yer doin' back 'ere?" hearing his strong accent.

"what do you think you're doing here?" sarcastically replying back, before sitting on a log next to her, yeah, totally there out of complete convince, right?

"yer not tryin' to run away, are ye'?" he says to her, growing closer slowly, she gave him a blank and bored expression before letting out an exaggerating fake yawn.

"I don't see any of my bags here, and why do you care? you don't even like me?" she responds back. "now run along shortie, I'm just trying to enjoy the atmosphere of this forest."

she could see Peter grow irritated, he walked over towards where he bends over to her face, it was close, but not touching.

they both didn't want to admit it, but the sexual tension was strong between the both of them, but who would make the first move was a question that won't really be answered with words.

"do something." (stage name) had tried to edge him on, before placing her hand firmly on his chest, pushing him forcefully away from him.

before she could pull her hand away, with quickness, he violently jerks her arm and with strength she thought he never had, pulls her forward, making her swiftly fall into the dirt below her, a yelp had escaped from her lips.

before he could go in to slap her, she grabs his arm, twisting it, making him let out a screech, falling to his knees, now getting himself dirty alongside her.

letting go of her arm, she sits up, holding her head on her hand, whispering to herself; "bloody hell."

she didn't react quick enough to see him tackle her onto the ground, pinning her hands above her head with one of his hands, believe it or not, his hands weren't that small and could half - fit around both of her wrists quite well.

looking down in her eyes with rage.

"yee' won't get away with this shit anymore, (stage name)." he said lowly, but he didn't make any sudden moves.

(stage name) looked up at him with half lidded eyes, in contrast to his; anger.

thinking that the sexual tension between the two of them had faded, but no, realizing that it only got worse.

in her mind, her intrusive thoughts had told her to kiss him, get that feeling out of the way, she could feel herself grow sensitive, she had deep thoughts of him fucking her senseless, it's interesting yet so odd coming from the man she bullies because of his height constantly.

but before she could react, she did the exact thing she wanted him to do; kiss him.

his lips smashed onto hers, his tongue roughly forcing itself down her mouth, she was in complete shock with what was happening, but nonetheless, she kissed him back, but not with the same passion as he did, his breath smelled of alcohol, both of theirs did really.

pulling away from her, and his eyes were changed from rage to complete lust.

"what the hell just happened?" is the only thing that could come out on her end.

"I don't know... but for some reason.... I... liked it...." Peter responded, before looking down at her body, she in turn sees a bulge in his pants.. she already knows things will go further from here.

"you wanna just get this out the way?" (stage name) asks him, being unpinned from the ground, she sits up and starts to remove her trousers, revealing only her underwear, which was wet.

"yeah.." Peter removes his own pants to reveal that he is pretty above average for someone his size, visible through his underwear, that is.

before pulling his underwear down only to just show his cock, he pulls her panties to the side to reveal her soaken wet cunt, he chuckles at the sight.

"low long 'ave ye' been wet like this? there's no way..." while he was teasing her pussy, he used the serum all over to grind against her as a form of lubricant.

"j-just fuck me already, damnit...~" she says in between soft moans.

"oh? ye' wan' me to fuck ye', huh? beg for it then ..." he takes a break to reach down to her ear, softly grazing his tongue on the rim of her ear. "... an' say my name while yer at it.. tell me who's gonna fuck ye' senseless, ye' pathetic harlot."

"p-please ... peter... fuck me... I... I.... need you...."

raising himself up to look down at her face, giving her a smirk.

"that's right..." before finally: giving her a hard, but not too hard, smack across her face, causing her to let out a whine.

finally reaching back down to her pussy,which grew wetter by his touch, he sticks a finger in between her folds, teasing her clit as he lightly touches it, he had to admit that too a certain degree, he is fairly nervous, but he best not show that.

before finally, taking his still hardened cock, and sliding it inside of her without a warning, surprisingly on her end, it managed to pass by her walls further than at least 3 inches, passing over her sensitive spots.

her walls grip tightly around his cock, making him groan lowly, while she let out a loud, but not loud enough, moan.

starting to move in, he quickly moved in at a fast pace, not roughly, but fast enough to make a few claps, mixed in with the wetness of her juices making contact, splashing about between the both of them.

she yells in pleasure for him to continue, whilst beating in her pussy, he uses his thumb to caress her clitoris, making her let out a series of gasps and moans, her legs we high up, but bound together with her trousers at her ankles.

"yer gonna stop pesterin' me after this, right?" he says down to her as she looks up at him as he still moves inside of her, but is pace was growing slower.

"y-yes! I will!!" (stage name) yells out. "i-im sorry!"

"ye' fuckin' better be..." he groans out before shooting his serum into her, while she in return, squirts all over him.

he pulls out swiftly and gets up from her, looking down at the mess of his underwear.

"damnit..." he says before taking them off fully, he uses them to dry away at his area, before putting on his trousers.

she in turn gets up to pull her own trousers up, sitting back on the log, seeing that it's gotten darker surrounding them.

"well... that happened." (stage name) says to herself, she couldn't even believe that she had just now fucked the person she bullied throughout their times together.

"ye' better not go 'round tellin' people about this." Peter says to her before he presses he back against one of the tall trees, he shoots her a glare.

"what? of course I won't! why would I tell people I had sex with you?" before she chuckles loudly, stopping in her tracks when Peter stomps over to her and places his hands on her upper knee.

"don't sit up here actin' like I didn't have you right here screamin'... or else yer askin' for round two?"

bringing her face closer to his, giving him a comedically sarcastic look.

"I dare you."

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“Too sweet for me 🍰”

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A/N: A gift for our sweet and inspiring @jettori (SJHDSJJSSJ the lightning kinda strikes and boom, ami needs ranpoe floof-)! I'm glad you are doing well, pancake 🥞✨

(Also I'm using this post to be like YOYOYO OMG 200+ FOLLOWERS GUYS WHEN AND WHERE AND HOW- I LOVE YOU-💖)

Characters: Ranpo Edogawa, Edgar Allan Poe (romantic, please don't read if you don't like it)

Summary: “I know what you're thinking about. For once, just for this once, I want these thoughts to stop running around in this little head of yours. Just look at me, just let go and laugh... Do you trust me with this, dear?”

“You know, we could read together... if you want”.

“Not in the mood”.

The young detective was sitting quietly at the table, his head on his palms, staring at the window. It was dark and raining heavily outside, with the occasional sounds of thunder interrupting Edogawa's thoughts.

“Come on, it's getting pretty late. You should have a rest,” Poe sighed, leaning on the doorframe and observing his boyfriend's small and even kind of sad-looking figure from the back.

“Working,” Ranpo mumbled in response nonchalantly. Some case files were scattered all over the table, untouched.

“I didn't mean your ‘work’,” Edgar huffed out a quiet laugh, stepping into the room and leaning over the other's shoulder, trying to take a look at his face, “I know you're thinking about it again. Go easier on yourself, dear”.

Edogawa furrowed his eyebrows slightly, turning his head away from him.

“Questioning your own worth after all, I see...” Poe hummed, a little bit sadly, “You want to talk about it once more? You know, I'm always here and my ears are ready to listen.”

The younger male kept looking away, going silent for a few seconds.

“It's... all the same,” he finally sighed, “There's nothing to talk about. Maybe you're right. I guess I'm just... a little bit too tired. Maybe”.

“I just want you to know that... having troubles with solving the case when you're not feeling like it doesn't make you look worse as a person. It doesn't make you look worse in any way,” Edgar spoke in a soft voice, gently hugging Ranpo from behind, “To me, to Fukuzawa, to the whole Agency - you are the most important person. Important in many ways”.

Feeling the younger male relax a little in his embrace, Poe smiled reassuringly. But he also wanted to see the detective's face now.

“Ran, just why can't you accept the fact that solving the case for a little bit longer than 15 seconds is absolutely okay, when you also don't have the-”

“I hahave my ability!” the detective really tried to sound serious, but...

“...Sure you do, giggles,” Edgar whispered with a smile, leaning a tiny bit closer to his partner's right ear on purpose, knowing exactly what he was doing.

“O-of course I- stahahap it!..” Ranpo squeaked, biting back a smile and trying to scrunch up his shoulders.

“Hm? Stop what? You don't want me to talk about how perfect you are on your own?” Poe's little smile became wider as soon as he saw Edogawa's ears turn an adorable shade of red.

“Yehehes..!” giggling quietly, the young detective managed to wriggle free from his partner's warm embrace and get up from his chair, covering his ear with his hand, his face flushed pink already.

“Ah, no-no-no, darling, not this time,” Edgar shook his head and came closer, chuckling softly and pulling Ranpo back by his waist with ease, being really gentle and using very little strength, “For someone who doesn't want it to happen, you sure don't look like you're running away...”

“Wehell, if yohou lehet mehe go, I wihill- WAHAHA– DOHON'T YOU DAHAHARE!..” Edogawa squealed loudly, feeling the familiar hands starting to squeeze his sides. This distraction was enough for his boyfriend to make them both fall on the bed, Poe laying comfortably on top of the detective and looking directly into his eyes, his smile wide.

“You know, I always say that I'm ready to listen, but I think that this certain someone we have here needs to learn how to listen, too”.

“Noho, oh nohoho!” Ranpo tittered, trying to shove at the writer's head half-heartedly, “Gehet off of mehehe! Thahat's a crime against peherson! Ahand thahat person is your bohoyfriend!..”

“I'll make sure to buy the biggest cake to make it up to you, little sugar cube,” the writer couldn't help but be amused at how his partner's blush instantly deepened at the nickname, “Sorry, but for now this big and scary criminal only wants to hear these sweet giggles of yours!”

“Ohoh shuhuhush...” Ranpo let out a giggly whine, covering his face with his hands.

“So there is something I'd like to talk about...”

“Dohohon't tahalk to mehehe!..”

“...about how hardworking...”

His breath tickling Ranpo's ear.

“...how talented...”

Now his neck... Oh no, oh no...

“...and how beautiful you are”.

The detective couldn't help but burst into squeaky giggles as soon as he felt his burning sensitive ear being peppered with kisses.

“Ihi'm nahahat..!” he squealed, kicking his legs out slightly and trying to scrunch up his shoulders, but it was far from enough to stop or even bother the novelist, “Stahahap it!”

“What, can't handle the truth? Are my words a little bit too sweet for you, dear?” Poe giggled along with his partner, blowing on his red little ear.

“Tohooth-rotting!” the younger shot back, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head at the sensation as he wiggled under the writer like a worm.

“Oh shush, don't be like that, I know we're both loving it,” the older male pouted jokingly, pinching at his boyfriend's sides to make him yelp cutely, ”You work an awful lot, but, even when you're feeling burnt out, who said that you should forget about what a great and smart detective you are? You know, you don't hahave to sue people every day to prove it!”

“S-stahap tahalking alreheady..!” Ranpo didn't even bother to try and argue anymore as he threw his head back, squealing like a child, his hair messy from all that squirming, his face and ears bright red from laughing, compliments and Poe's small amused chuckles ringing pleasantly in his head. The latter looked up once again, quietly admiring the detective's features and feeling his own face become a little bit pink.

“...Do you have any idea how much I love you?” he suddenly asked, stopping all the tickles. The raven haired male raised his head, looking surprised by the question (and even more flustered now, which made Poe huff out another little laugh).

Ranpo looked in his partner's eyes which were half-hidden by his hair, looking at him happily; his sincere smile, which was full of love and support, and he just- couldn't- Did he even deserve someone like Poe..?

“I'm... Poe, I'm juhust-” the detective stuttered, now avoiding eye contact.

“No-no-no,” the older male cut him off softly, leaning in forward and making their foreheads touch, “I know what you're thinking about. For once, just for this once, I want these thoughts to stop running around in this little head of yours. Just look at me, just let go and laugh... Do you trust me with this, dear?”

Ranpo was silent for a few seconds, but eventually lay his head back down on the pillow, blushing like mad and retracting his hands from the novelist's shoulders:

“...Okay. Just for a little bit, though”.

“You can hold onto me if you want,” the latter smiled sweetly at him.

The younger male thought for another moment, and his hands awkwardly returned to where they were a few seconds ago.

“Well, come here, then,” his partner laughed, lowering his head once again-

“I sAHAid yohou cahan tihickle me, but I didn't sahay you cohould tOHOuch my ehears!..” suddenly, Ranpo's high-pitched giggling filled the room. Nobody was even touching him yet!

“No?” Poe tilted his head slightly, as if he was surprised, “But how are we going to continue our conversation?”

“Noho mohore tahalking abohout mehe, thehen!”

“But that's the whole purpose!”

“Nohoho!”

The writer always considered funny the fact that his partner wasn't able to take any kind of compliments if tickling was involved. This knowledge made Poe a little bit braver in situations like this, but the detective always made sure to get him back (usually, tenfold, but we don't talk about that).

“Oh... Maybe your neck, then?”

“Noho, I'm waharning- pleHEEHEEase..!” Ranpo's shriek quickly dissolved into shrill giggling and his fingers softly squeezed the novelist's shoulders, as soon as his boyfriend tried to blow a tiny, shy raspberry on the side of his neck. Poe just couldn't tickle him roughly or even all that confidently, because, the moment he heard the detective's laughter or saw his smile, it was impossible to really concentrate because of this tingly feeling in his chest.

A couple of small raspberries was soon followed by the avalanche of neck kisses, which made Ranpo want to curl up into himself and squeal eternally. All of this was too much, his face was going to explode...

“Okay, ohokay, you said just a little bit, so there's just a few more things we need to do,” the novelist stopped to give his partner a little break.

“Ohoh gohohod...” the detective tittered, covering his flushed face with his hands and trying to calm down.

But, to be honest... with his non-stop giggling, with all this warmth, with this feeling of safety and belonging... Ranpo couldn't even really tell why he was so upset just a few minutes ago. His partner was one of the few people he could show this side of himself to, and Poe was the only one who always knows what exactly to do to help him feel better...

“...Ihit's nohot fahair,” the younger male let out a sarcastic, giggly groan, ”You nehever lehet me be like these cohold, mysterious dehetectives in moHOVIES–”

He flinched suddenly, but didn't even say anything in protest when he felt these familiar fingers starting to move down his ribs with tiny, gentle pokes, making Edogawa melt further into the bed in his quiet, muffled, high-pitched childlike chuckles.

“Nonono, no Mr. Gloomy Ran-Ran in this office, not on my watch!” Poe grinned playfully, slowly lifting the other's shirt up and revealing Ranpo's quivering tummy, “Are we ready, oh my Greatest-and-the-Most-Ticklish-detective in the world?”

“Wh-whahat are yohou- nOHo-! Noho kisses! I waHAsn't reHEHEADY-!..”

A/N: It's not perfect and probably ooc as hell, but I WANTED THE FLOOF WITH THESE TWO AT 3 AM AND DAMN I'M NOT GONNA REREAD THIS AFTER PUBLISHING, I'M SCARED-

I REALLY TRIED, SO I HOPE THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH, ILY JETT, DRINK WATER AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF while I'm gonna disappear again, but at least I feel happy now that I finished it 🤡🌸✨🍃

#bungou stray dogs #tickling #tickle fic #my stuff #ranpo edogawa #edgar allan poe #lee!ranpo #ler!poe #🥞jett the sweet pancake🥞#i'm not so active please don't eat meh 🤡💦#i still love all of my moots #ami's trying to work #*posts this probably to disappear again*#but #goals #actual goals #finally posting something normal #not because it's well-written but because it's a fic LMAO AKJFKSKS

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The Brothers Comfort MC During a Panic Attack

This is my first attempt at writing down my headcanons for the brothers, so I apologize if anything is out of character. I meant it to be short and sweet, but it grew out of my control after a while. I’m a perfectionist and wanted to rewrite everything. I made minor edits and am posting it anyway or it’ll sit in my drafts forever; I admit I put the most effort into Lucifer’s, forgive me. Also sorry for the repetitiveness and any typos you may find. I decided to write how the brothers would comfort MC during a panic attack, especially as someone who suffers from anxiety and panic attacks themselves. Honestly, I wrote this as a way to comfort myself since I’ve been dealing with terrible anxiety lately. Of course, everyone experiences anxiety differently, so I can only speak from my own experiences. I didn’t go into detail when it comes to the symptoms themselves because it’s from the point of view of the brothers and only so many are visible to the eye. Trigger warning for depictions of anxiety and panic attacks. Thank you for reading!

LUCIFER

Lucifer is troubled. Following lunch, you disappeared, currently absent from class. This is unlike you, his worry intensifying every minute you’re out of his sight. Yet he maintains his composure, resigning himself to scouring the academy grounds. Time passes at a torturous pace, his thoughts beginning to take a turn for the worst. He contemplates whether to involve his brothers and Lord Diavolo himself at this rate, however the sound of his D.D.D diverts his attention. A wave of relief washes over him at the sight of your name lighting up his screen, chased by frustration at you, your silence, and himself for losing track of you so easily; he couldn’t bear living if anything happened to you under his watch. He expects this behavior from his brothers, not you. Though his heart sinks, the Avatar of Pride uncharacteristically overcome with guilt while he reads your message. Of course, you are not his brothers. He should not have doubted you.

Your texts are apprehensive, a weighty pause between them as you hesitate to lay bare the darkest depths of your soul. He approaches you cautiously, to avoid upsetting you further. Your words alone convey the sheer panic taking possession of you, the last of your strength used to press send. Outside he discovers you, huddled miserably in an isolated corner of the building, swathed in shadow. The desire to shelter you from the world burns within him, but your eyes widen fearfully in his presence, wounding his pride. Immediately, you apologize. Sorry you’re missing class, that you left without telling anyone, and upset him—especially when you’re aware of his busy schedule. You’re sorry for not having the courage to pull yourself together, succumbing to your anxiety, your shame palpable. The hand clutching your D.D.D is trembling, your chest heaving as you struggle to breathe. He aches for you, each tear shed hurting more than the last, your pain managing to touch the very core of his being and set him alight.

If anyone is sorry, it’s him, pride be damned. Kneeling in front of you, he assures you an apology isn’t necessary—your wellbeing of great importance to him. He wants you to rely on him, grateful you confided in him despite your doubts. Hopefully, he can eventually put your mind at ease. His voice low, soothing, he continues to console you, making sure you’re aware he’s not upset, and your feelings are valid. Although he’s not familiar with the inner workings of anxiety itself, he’s willing to listen, learning how to support you to the best of his ability—starting today, providing you’re comfortable accepting his offer. Initially, he prioritized your safety for the sake of the exchange program and Lord Diavolo’s wish to unite the three realms, now it’s merely out of adoration for you, his beloved. Once you’re ready, he’ll let you know you’re not alone. He’s never too busy on your behalf.

Offering you his hand, a smile graces his features as you accept. Slowly, he helps you to your feet, steadying you against him. He notes the way you relax at his touch, shoulders sagging and head coming to rest on his chest. Only you exist in this moment, his gaze not leaving you, not even for a second. Standing in silence until your breathing settles and you regain your balance, he sees you through the height of your attack before escorting you back to the House of Lamentation. He’ll personally excuse you from the remainder of your classes, understanding you need a quiet place to recover. Classical music plays softly in the background of his room, and he’s content to have you in his embrace, drawing you onto his lap after you finish the tea he brewed to calm your nerves. Lucifer pays you special attention, massaging your tired body and kissing you tenderly, his breath fanning across your lips as he reminds you how special you truly are—brave, compassionate, and incredibly loved.

MAMMON

Mammon mourns his loss, wondering how he let them gain the upper hand; admittedly, a foolish mistake on his part. He dreads breaking the news to Lucifer, and the resentment that shows on his brothers’ faces once he confesses does little to ease his mind. Still, he worries about your reaction most of all, knowing his stupidity has put you in a precarious position. In that moment he believes their words—only a greedy scumbag like himself dares to place his human’s happiness on the line. Although certain of his win at the time, he should consider how his actions affect you more often; otherwise, how can he claim he’s the Great Mammon? His confidence is his downfall in the end. Now you’ll suffer along with him. Yet you feign optimism, attempting to soothe everything over despite your innocence. His guilt only grows, a heavy weight on his shoulders. One he deserves.

Three days of waiting on and performing for large crowds at The Fall proves hectic for everyone. He can tell you’re struggling beneath the façade of a composed and hospitable server, going above and beyond to ensure the patrons leave satisfied. Furthermore, you lend him and his brothers a hand, coming to their rescue; it should be him making it as easy on you as possible. His concern for you runs deep, no matter how hard he tries to maintain his usual air of indifference, but you have the nerve to reassure him—it’s meant to be the opposite, dammit. Each night he goes out of his way to check on you, frustrated that you continue to dance around the subject. He can see the exhaustion on your face, hear the slight tremor in your voice, the toll his stupid decision is taking on you, and it stung. You comfort him, even when he’s undeserving, so why won’t you allow him to hold you and kiss the pain away? Not that he’s asked. You should realize by now you can rely on him, right?

Watching you suffer in silence tortures him. He can’t deny it regardless of his best effort to make light of the situation. You barely eat or spend time outside your room, saying you’re tired, which isn’t a lie—working is exhausting, no doubt about it—but he understands you well enough to notice the subtle signs of your anxiety, your smile unable to trick him into believing otherwise. Perhaps you find him as insufferable as his brothers do, or worse, and don’t want to see his face after what he’s done. That doesn’t stop him from showing up at your door, hoping he can offer some form of comfort. However, you keep up appearances, supporting the seven of them during the longest weekend of their lives. You work hard too, his chest swelling with pride as he watches you care for his brothers and customers alike. How can you like an idiot like him? You’re selfless and loving, looking past his flaws to see what lay beneath his sin. His human. His angel. He wants—no needs—you to be okay.

The last day comes and goes in a blur. Finally, he can toss these ridiculous clothes and rabbit ears in the trash and never perform that dance again. Better yet, you’re free of his burden, though the guilt remains. He can’t relax until he’s positive you’re okay, knowing he’s genuinely sorry. Standing outside your room, he tries to muster up the courage to open his heart to you—apologies not his strong suit—when he hears you crying. They’re small, muffled sobs that manage to shake him to his core, blood running cold. Yeah, he should knock, but he can’t control himself, throwing the door open without hesitation and rushing to your side. The sight of your tears is almost too much to bear, and he draws you into his embrace, face heating up at his own moment of vulnerability, but this is about you, not him. He can be strong for you too, telling you everything’s going to be okay, that the Great Mammon is here to help.

After his stupidity, you tell him you were afraid to bother him? He can hardly suppress the shock at your confession, the sadness in your eyes breaking his heart. You wanted to make sure it went smoothly for his sake? You suffer through Hell alone because you chose to put his feelings first? Crazy. Though he thanks you, not completely ashamed to admit he’s touched. However, he tells you that you don’t have to put aside your feelings for his benefit; he prefers to be by your side then know you’re having a rough time on your own. He is your first. Taking the initiative, he asks what he can do to make it up to you, no matter how big or small the request is because he’ll do it in a heartbeat. You opt to stay in his arms, burying your face into his chest, and he wipes away your remaining tears, being as gentle as he possibly can. He can feel how tense your body is, your skin unnaturally warm, and it takes a while until you stop shaking. It’s moments like these he’ll tell you how much you mean to him—that he loves you, okay—and he wants you to come to him for everything. He’ll hold you, taking your hand in his, and kiss you with all the adoration in the world because you’re incredibly important to him. Mammon can attest to that.

LEVIATHAN

Leviathan invites you to his room to play video games, a daily routine the two of you have comfortably fallen into. He loves gaming with you, though on occasion you opt to watch instead, thoroughly enthralled by whatever is on the screen. Miraculously, you enjoy listening to him ramble—whether it’s about the game he’s playing, anime he’s watching, or TSL among other things—genuinely showing interest in his passions; he’s incapable of expressing how truly grateful he is for your company. His heart nearly bursts whenever you compliment him on his gaming prowess, encourage him during a particularly intense battle, or merely tell him how you enjoy hanging out. How in the Devildom did a gross otaku like him get so incredibly lucky? He can hardly believe you love him of all demons. The thought alone sounds crazy lmao.

Unable to contain his excitement, he awaits your arrival that night, ensuring everything is perfect when he hears a knock on the door. However, his smile fades the moment he lays eyes on you, mind beginning to race as he wonders why you look miserable, your gaze trained on your hands. Before he can speak, you apologize, dissolving into tears while you return the game he let you borrow. You’re stuttering, completely winded, and he can barely hear you confess to accidentally corrupting his data in your panic. In fact, he loses track of the number of times you choke out a sorry. He treasures his games, his collection extensive, but he cherishes you most of all. The loss is a minor annoyance, nothing that lessens the feelings he harbors for you. Although difficult, he overcomes his insecurities to show you it’s okay—you’re loved.

Not only are you sad, but you’re also terrified, a part of him wanting to destroy the game itself if it means you never have to experience the pain that torments you now. Regarding you carefully, afraid to make matters worse, he reassures you that he’s not upset—far from it, honestly—and that he cares about you more than any game. No stranger to your panic attacks, he reaches out to take your hand in his, hoping you find comfort in what he has to offer. And when you finally glance up, hope shining in your tear-filled eyes, he can’t help but wrap you in his arms. A warmth spreads across his face, heart pounding in his ears, but he knows you need him, allowing his body to relax around yours.

Holding you against him, he tells you everything’s all right, stuttering out how he loves you and, most importantly, wants to you to feel better. Your arms circle around his waist, causing his heart to jump into his throat, but he only pulls you closer. You’re his Henry, and what friend is he if you can’t rely on him? Leviathan is understanding, wanting you to come to him for support at your most vulnerable. Now he puts his knowledge to the test, easing you into his room with continuous words of affirmation. You always know how to console him at his lowest, and he hopes he can return the favor. If anyone deserves to feel loved it’s you, who brought joy into his otherwise bleak world, and he’ll sit with you every day and night if you need him to.

SATAN

Satan knows he shouldn’t be awake, though he finds it difficult to satiate his curiosity as he peruses the books lining his shelves. He barely registers the sound of his D.D.D, reluctant to put the book aside to see who’s messaging him at this ungodly hour; Asmodeus most likely. His tune changes after he sees your name lighting up his screen, his annoyance replaced with worry. He knows you struggle, especially at night, but he can tell you’re hesitant to reach out. Nevertheless, you gradually begin to confide in him, his patience limitless if you’re concerned, and he feels a sense of relief that you choose to trust him at your most vulnerable instead of suffering on your own. Pouring over every book he can locate on anxiety, he studies it religiously, engraining each page into his memory. Not by giving unsolicited advice—he doesn’t want to make that mistake twice—but by comforting you the best he can, even if it simply means to stay by your side, waiting for the panic to pass.

A second later, he appears at your door, gaze softening as your eyes meet. In the darkness of your room, he can tell how exhausted you are. You apologize for bothering him, particularly this late, but he dismisses you with a shake of his head and a reassuring smile, sitting beside you on the bed. It saddens him that you feel the need to, but he’s familiar enough with anxiety by now that he understands how much of a manipulative monster it truly is; if only he can destroy it with his own two hands, strangling the life out of it so it no longer taints that innocent soul of yours. To watch you struggle fills him with a rage that he forces deep within himself, fully aware anger isn’t the answer no matter how great his desire to protect you is. So, he cups your face in his hands, your skin warm beneath his fingers as he strokes your flushed cheeks and presses your foreheads together.

Focus on him, he tells you, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and his voice while he whispers words of love and encouragement. He never tires of letting you know how beautiful and strong you are, that he’s always here for you and loves you—all of you. You unravel in his arms, opening your heart up to him, and he listens intently, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips the moment you look uncertain. You’re not a burden he promises, hoping one day you’ll believe it yourself, but he’ll remind you every chance he gets; forever if he must. It’s worth it in the end, when you relax against him and smile, kissing him in return. Slowly, the anxiety leaves your body, Satan thankful that the waves of panic have receded enough to let you rest your weary mind. He remains next to you, pulling you down to lay your head on his chest and closing your hand in his, entwining your fingers. He’s content here with you, watching you fall asleep and chasing away the nightmares.

ASMODEUS

Asmodeus loves shopping, but he loves shopping with you most of all. The day is bright with you by his side, and he can’t help but buy you clothes and matching accessories to bring out your inherent charm. Your potential is endless, and he gushes over how gorgeous you are, unable to contain his excitement when your cheeks turn a beautiful shade of pink in return. He can hardly control himself around you, gaze fixated on your every movement and heart racing each time you flash him one of the sweetest smiles he’s ever seen; your very soul seeming to shine through and blind him. Nothing prepares him for the love he feels for you, but he considers it a welcome surprise, his desire to grow closer to you intensifying day after day. You captivate him, the Avatar of Lust of all demons. What an exciting turn of events!

Of course, he attracts attention wherever he goes, posing for pictures with adoring fans and basking in the compliments constantly thrown his way; nothing new, but he enjoys it, nonetheless. Who can resist the allure of his very presence? However, anger wells within him at the sight of you being shoved to the side, falling to the ground and lost to the crowd that has gathered. Their words of flattery fall on deaf ears as he rushes to you, throwing a heated glance at the lowly demon who dares to touch his darling human. He desires nothing more than to punish them for such an injustice, but the fear in your eyes tells him otherwise. By the time he scoops you up into his arms you’re trembling from head to toe, and he can feel your heart pounding against him. A part of him places the blame on himself, an unfamiliar feeling, but he chooses to ignore it for now, focusing on getting you home in your worsening state.

In the peace and quiet of his room, he sits you on the bed, wrapping you in his arms as he affectionately runs his fingers through your hair. He can tell you’re upset—in an absolute state of panic by the looks of it—and all he can do is hold you through it, quietly asking what you need and willing to answer your every beck and call if it means that adorable smile graces your features once more. For a moment he considers seeking out Lucifer, worried something has gone terribly wrong, but thankfully you find your voice, mumbling into his chest about anxiety and panic attacks, that you’ll be fine—eventually—and are sorry for ruining your date. He doesn’t understand completely, though he knows you need him, promising to stay by your side for as long as you want. Kissing your cheek, he assures you there’s no need to apologize to him, your safety more important than anything else; the demon who laid his hands on you won’t go without punishment either.

Admitting a bath helps calm you down, he prepares one for you, steam rising from the surface and the heady scent of roses filling the air. Together you slip into the water, enveloped by its warmth, and he hums in contentment as you lean into him, his arms coming to rest around your waist. He watches you carefully, making sure you’re able to relax and preparing himself in case you call on him; he’ll do anything for you if it brings you the happiness you deserve. Your eyes flutter close, Asmodeus showering you with delicate kisses, comforted by the fact your breathing has levelled out and you appear a lot calmer than before. The day didn’t go as planned, and he hopes to make it up to you, vowing that no one else will hurt you on his watch. He loves himself. He loves his brothers. But loves you most of all.

BEELZEBUB

Beelzebub notices you haven’t touched your dinner and is beyond happy the moment you offer your plate to him. Yet he can’t bring himself to enjoy the food in front of him while you excuse yourself from the table, eyes downcast and voice quiet, the usual smile gone from your face and leaving behind an emptiness that rivals his own hunger. His mouth waters at the thought of seconds, but his concern for you grows, and he decides to follow you without question, disregarding the ravenous growl of his stomach. He catches you in the hallway, calling out your name. You turn to him, his brow furrowing in unease at the sight of your tears and the slight tremble of your lip. It hurts him to see you in obvious distress, and he earnestly offers his support.

The only sound is that of your sobbing. He desperately wishes to hold you tightly and rid you of your pain. However, he falters, studying you. Your gaze is trained on the floor, shoulders stiff with tension, and the color drains from your cheeks. When you speak, he’s surprised by how helpless you sound and the fact you’re trying to reassure him, putting his needs above your own although you’re struggling to hold yourself together. Fear flickers across your features at the echo of the brothers’ voices travelling up the stairs, and he mumbles out an apology as he carefully lifts you into his arms, cradling you to his chest.

Before the others can round the corner, he hurries down the hall and slips into your room, determined to protect his vulnerable human. He notices you relax against him, your fingers curling into his shirt, and he can’t help but want to keep you close, relieved after you lean in closer to wrap your arms around his neck. Stroking your hair, he allows you to cry, his patience and love for you endless. Eventually, you mutter an embarrassed sorry, thanking him profusely, but he’s merely relieved you’re beginning to feel a bit better, reassuring you that you can always depend on him.

Listening to you intently, he never breaks eye contact. You open up to him about your anxiety, his stomach twisting as you describe what you call a panic attack and how it wrecks you both mentally and physically. Beelzebub knows he has a lot to learn, but he expresses interest in understanding anxiety and, most importantly, how he can help you, so you don’t suffer alone. For the rest of the night, he keeps you company and eases you through the remainder of your attack, giving you plenty of hugs and rubbing your back in soothing circles until you no longer shake, and your heartbeat returns to its usual pace.

BELPHEGOR

Belphegor enjoys the time you spend together, especially when the two of you are alone. He asks you to accompany him in the attic, and it’s not long before he curls around you, falling into a peaceful sleep as he listens to the steady beat of your heart. However, when he awakes it’s to the sound of your soft cries in the dark, which fill him with a fear he can’t seem to shake. Without hesitation he’s at your side, sitting up to softly place a hand on your shoulder and ask you what’s wrong. The sadness in your eyes as you glance up at him, tears staining your cheeks, tugs at his heartstrings. He can’t bear to see you upset.

Once he realizes you’re having a panic attack, he’s attentive to your needs, cradling you in his arms as you cry into his chest. You confided in him about your struggles with anxiety after you fell to pieces in front of him months ago. A part of him understands, the loss of Lilith haunting him throughout the years and instilling a similar feeling of unease within him, especially when his nightmares seem to blur the line between reality and the painful memories of his past. You always came to his rescue and now it’s his turn to comfort you in your time of need. Sleep can wait.

With you in his embrace, he brings you down to relax against the pillows, pulling the blanket around your shivering form. You rest your head on his shoulder, and he gently brushes the remaining tears from your face, whispering words of love and reassurance. He listens to you when you’re comfortable to talk, the slight tremble of your voice causing him to draw you closer and press a kiss to your forehead. Belphegor tells you he’s here for you—forever—and although he’s still learning about anxiety and finding the best ways to comfort you during an attack, he wants you to depend on him no matter what. Even if that means you wake him up in the middle of the night. He won’t rest until he knows you’re okay, and you’re peacefully sleeping in his arms.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #obey me reader #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #my writing

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