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windupnamazu · 1 year

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twelve forbid girls do anything!

ffxivwrite2023 #04: off the hook no longer in difficulty or trouble.

Pancake & Linnet with Lunya & Sirius. Post-Stormblood. 1423wc. ⮞ Linnet might be a gremlin, but it's only because Pancake enables her. OR: the one where two girls of the ages of 10 and 11 curse a fully grown man only one of them has ever met once.

"I know it's in here somewhere," cried Linnet, her voice drifting over the stacks and stacks and stacks of weird knick-knacks and mysterious boxes and chests and statues creating a maze in the room across the hall from Lunya's. Pancake nervously stepped around a floor-to-ceiling tower of belts and a gigantic stone statue of what its label called a komainu, and she found her best friend folded over the side of an ornate coffer twice their collective size, stubby tail straight in the air and legs kicking for more leverage as she dug through its contents.

Technically speaking, there were only two people in the mansion allowed in this room unsupervised, and two girls between the ages of 10 and 11 summers absolutely weren't them—in fact, Lunya warned them about the very dangerous things in this room every time Linnet gave the door so much as a yearning look. Sirius hopefully wouldn't notice the missing key to Lunya's personal vault from his keyring, but if they got tangled up in something bad they'd probably die, or worse, get discovered and grounded.

"Lin, hurry up," Pancake shout-whispered urgently, looking around the room. Honestly, the things they did for true love—her brother was going to owe her a million snacks if they pulled this off.

"I'm trying!" Linnet called back, voice muffled by the chest, until she shot up with a loud "OOH!" and raised an ominous looking tome emblazoned with a creepy face and the words 1000 Terryble and Fantastyc Curses To Place Upun Thy Enemye (Beginner's Edition) in the air right as a familiar voice went ahem behind them.

"What are you girls doing?"

Pancake nearly jumped out of her skin. "Mo—Lunya!"

"Miss Lunya!" Linnet said cheerily as she swiftly shoved the grimoire in her satchel before she wiggled around to face their guardian with a disarming kilowatt smile she learned from the woman herself. "Fancy seeing you here today!"

"Yes, little bird," Lunya said, thankfully quite amused as she stood down the same path they came, arms akimbo. "It certainly is surprising seeing you both in my vault. Now, care to tell me what you're doing here alone?"

"Wellllll," sang Linnet as she pushed herself out of the box and back onto the floor with an oof, rubbing at her stomach, "I told Pancake that last time I was in here with you I saw this neat mammet, and Mister Sirius said you weren't gonna be home until tomorrow and I got a little impatient…" That was mostly true—she actually did tell Pancake about the last time she went into the vault with Lunya, but it wasn't the mammet she was interested in, not when Pancake brought up her brother's latest complaint about a certain someone.

Somehow, Lunya seemed satisfied enough with that answer even though Pancake was certain she saw Linnet pocket the grimoire. "I'm afraid I haven't completely vetted the loot from that chest yet, so it'll be a few more days before you can play with it, alright?"

"Mhm!"

"You better give the key back to Sirius," Lunya warned them. "And no more running in here without one of us, okay?"

"Yes, Lunya."

"Yes, Miss Lunya!"

Giggling, Linnet crashed into Pancake's side, linking arms with her before pulling her through the maze and out the room.

"Kids these days," they heard Lunya say fondly before the door closed behind them, and Pancake tried not to feel an immediate crushing guilt that they'd not only stolen a rare grimoire from their pseudo-mother's collection but they'd done it for the sole purpose of placing a real actual curse on someone. Said someone was her big brother's nemesis and the only thing standing between her getting Babycorn as a sister, but—

Down the hall, a man in a finely-pressed butler's suit stepped out from around the corner, crimson eyes ablaze. The girls yelped in unison.

"Linnet Qhael and Pancake Veil," Sirius barked, arms crossed and every bit the image of the Loyal Hound of the Moontide Manor. "Just yesterday I went to the Mouries' house to reassure Oleo's mother that the children of this house were well-behaved and a good influence on her son so she didn't have to worry about him coming over so often and Butter could continue to enjoy his best friend's presence, so what do you two think you're doing stealing from my keyring and sneaking into an off-limits room on your own?"

"Miss Lunya said it was fine!" Linnet said, stepping forward and shielding Pancake behind her. She very deliberately left out the fact that Lunya did not really say that or why they did any of that to begin with.

Sirius eyed her doubtfully, but Linnet persevered.

"You can ask her!" she insisted, even though everyone in the mansion knew Sirius hated bothering Lunya with things he considered trivial like follow-up questions. It was clear Sirius himself knew what she was trying to do, but he just grumbled.

"Key," he said gruffly, and Linnet bounced forward to put it in his hand. He sighed, dropping a handful of strawberry candies onto her own in trade. "Go out and play."

"Yessir!" Linnet cheered, doubling back so she could grab Pancake and pull her past him. "See you later, Mister Sirius!"

There was a shed out in the front yard designated as storage for the kids' toys, which was where Linnet and Pancake opened the grimoire to view its full contents in peace.

"Should we give him fleas?" Linnet asked, jotting down her favourite ideas on a piece of scrap parchment in crayon, which in reality weren't actual notes and more like silly example doodles. "Or, or, we could make him have a permanent wedgie or make all his juice taste salty for 10 years! Or every time he smiles he has a piece of spinach stuck in his teeth or—"

Pancake turned the page. "Um, this one says we can control him if we make this doll!"

"I love dolls!" Linnet gasped, leaning into her side to read the entry. "Huh, we need a piece of his hair. I bet Babycorn has some somewhere—she's weird like that."

No she's not! Pancake wanted to shout in protest, but Linnet was probably right. "I'll go ask Cherry if he knows where she'd keep one."

"Got it! I'll get my sewing kit!"

A bell and a half later and Pancake had a lock of Hildibrand's hair in a literal heart-shaped locket and Linnet had a hand full of bandages and a roughly sewn doll based on Pancake's description of him. The girls hunched over the grimoire together as they checked over the steps of their cursed object.

"It says we gotta give it his full name."

"Um…" Pancake's brother complained about him all the time, and she sorta remembered the guy saying his name a lot when they first met him, but she was like six then and could barely remember the whole thing now. "It was really long…"

"That would be Hildibrand Helidor Maximilian Manderville," Lunya said behind them, "but what did I say about taking things that aren't yours?"

"Uh," said Pancake, turning to smile weakly at her.

"Hildibrand Helidor Maximilian Manderville!" Linnet shouted to the doll right before she jammed a needle in its heart. Pancake faintly thought that maybe she should have stopped her. "You said that it's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission!"

Lunya did a really good impression of a fish before she pursed her lips, shaking her head with a swish of her pretty white hair. "Right. Note to self, leave Elysiane in charge of the ethics and pick up a copy of Moral Lessons for the Tweenage Soul. Don't do this next time or you're grounded."

"Yes, ma'am…"

It was only a week or two later when Babycorn burst into the mansion foyer screaming and crying about her beloved Hildibrand getting absorbed into a black hole—whatever that was. Butter visibly had to stop himself from leaping into the air and clicking his heels with a loud YIPPIE! of delight. Behind him, Pancake and Linnet could only look at each other in genuine surprise, thinking about how just the night before they'd put their voodoo doll through Himbo Hooters's new magitek food processor.

Down on the main floor, where a crowd was growing around the despondent Babycorn, Lunya looked up at the girls peering through the second floor balustrade with a strange look on her face, wondering just what kind of grimoire she plucked off that random bandit all those moons ago.

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #tales from the warriors of light #oc: pancake #oc: linnet #oc: lunya #oc: sirius #g: moontide

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demon-blood-youths · 7 months

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Horror Book Chapter 9 - Part 2: Another One

Hi everyone! This is part 10 of the Horror Book Series. This is chapter 9 Part 2. This is for @the-silver-peahen-residence. This is a part 2 of Chapter 9.

----- Previous Parts ------

Horror book six: plucking a butterfly's wings

Horror book Chapter 7: Dead scars

Horror book chapter 8: hidden shadows

Horror Book Chapter 9: A Cute & Creepy Present

----- Summary -----

After adapting to the situation regarding the cursed doll, Catnap as Taz's roommate. The four jujutsu sorcerers will now have now another fellow cursed corpse doll added to their school. Who would be it?

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After Gojo-sensei got Taz, the infamous doll, Catnap. The four have to live with the fact that Catnap is living in Taz's room. Right now, the four don't know what to do, they're trying to come up with a plan on how to deal with this. Yuji is worried but he sees Taz still being her normal self so that's good, right?

But Nobara and Kisho aren't convinced so it's getting hard for Yuji not to worry. Nobara informs the boys about its whereabouts. She had to peek through Taz's room and see Catnap on the nightstand, eyes white and watching her sleep on one night.

"And Taz knows?" Yuji asked, worried about Catnap and his actions even though he hadn't done anything serious yet.

"No, I don't think she does!" Nobara said, fear in her voice. "And I think he saw me!"

"What kind of toy watches you while you sleep? Taz could have noticed, heck, Kinie could of noticed." Kisho points out. Megumi sighs, listening to this conversation. "You guys..."

"We're the only ones who know what that thing is capable of, Megumi! Miko and Yuria won't believe this because they see nothing wrong. To them, it's fine even if it's a bit creepy.." Kisho points out.

"A bit creepy. MORE THAN CREEPY! That doll is a CREEP!" Nobara said. Yuji wonders what is going through his little sister's mind. One time, he can't help but ask why she wants to keep Catnap despite coming from a toy company with a questionable history.

Yuji can remember the words from her.

"Well...if it's true, then Catnap must be a kid like us who wants a friend and someone to take care of him. I smell him and he smells sad and lonely. So I want to do that for him. I want to be his friend."

Yuji's heart softens at her words and he can't help but feel so proud of what Taz said. He knows Taz wants to help others like he does. Bless her kind heart!

But still... that doll is still creepy!!!

Even Sukuna says so.

Whenever he looks in Catnap's direction, he would have sworn that Catnap is glaring at him. As if Yuji being here upsets the cat. He always gives him a look every time. As if Yuji is taking Taz away from him.

'I think that doll is jealous and trying to divert her attention to him instead of us." Sukuna said, annoyed with that doll's antics. It's really like a little kid. "I mean I did throw it out across the hallway and out the window. I think he's mad about that," Yuji tells him to which Sukuna sigh. 'That doll knows what he's doing! I wouldn't be surprised if he is a little vengeful spirit! I can easily slice him in half!"

But Sukuna couldn't because the pup liked the doll's company.

"As long as that doll doesn't get on my bad side or harms the pup and princess, I could care less what you four are planning.."

"What? I mean...could you at least do something about if my little sister getting nightmares?"

"Pup is fine as you can see, brat. Kinie, my princess could have informed me if there's something up."

That's true. Yuji thought. Then the door slides open, "Sorry I'm late! Catnap was being fussy. He didn't want me to leave!" Taz laughs.

"Are you okay?" Nobara said, worriedly. Taz laughs it off. "It's fine. I told Catnap I would be back! I promise him sweets if he behaves."

"That's good to hear, sis!" Yuji said but then he saw a bag in Taz's hand. "Uh...what's that?" He points.

"Oh! Gojo-sensei brought me another doll!" Taz smiled happily while the four's faces turned to disbelief.

ANOTHER ONE?!

"I swear to god...that idiot.." Megumi thought in his mind.

"I hope it isn't another creepy doll.' Kisho sweatdropped.

'Please don't be creepy, please don't be creepy!' Nobara is praying.

"C-can we see it?" Yuji asked, mentally preparing himself. Taz nods and proceeds to show them. It was a doll. It has blue thick fur and limbs that are several feet in length, hands and feet are yellow. The head is large and contains two large black googly eyes. It had a ribbon on its back. It has oversized and cartoonish red lips in a bright smile.

"It's a Huggy Wuggy!" Taz said. "Isn't he so cute?!"

The four paled and thought. 'WHY?!'

Sukuna had to take a look at what Taz brought and twitched two of his eyes on the left side. Damn it, Six Eyes.

Now the sorcerers wouldn't mind if the toy is a normal toy but the problem is...the toy is from the SAME freaking company that made Catnap!

"Y-y-yeah! That's cute!" Kisho said, trying to hold himself in from not crying right now. Does the teacher not do research or something?! Or this is fine to him?!

Nobara wanted to make sure that the eyes weren't moving by themselves because....she wasn't sure if she could handle another creepy toy in the girls' dormitory much less in Taz's room. Then a phone chimes.

"Oh! Hellmare is calling me! I got to take this." She sets the doll down on the desk and leaves the room. Taz leaves the classroom and is out in the hallway. Leaving the four with the Huggy Wuggy.

A few seconds later...

"What are you doing, Kisho?" Megumi looks annoyed, watching Kisho poke Huggy Wuggy on Taz's desk with a ruler.

"What does it look like I'm doing? We need to see that if it's not like Catnap! What if it comes alive?" Kisho said, still poking its side with a ruler. Megumi rolls his eyes. "You're being dramatic. Now knock it off!"

"Well...Eito says that he can sense the cursed energy from it." Kisho said, stopping his prodding. Eito chirps in confirmation. Yuji sighs.

'I wouldn't be surprised if it did move. Sukuna said it has cursed energy. He said he wouldn't be surprised if the story is true." Yuji said, looking at huggy wuggy at the desk. Compared to Catnap, Wuggy is less creepy and looks more like a cute normal doll at least. But it doesn't change the fact that he and Catnap are from the same company rumored to turn kids into toys. Still, it doesn't look that bad and he never heard anything bad about Huggy Wuggy.

"Besides...I need to make sure this doll is safe!" Kisho said. "Or do I need to remind you that Catnap can spray from his mouth?" Kisho tells Megumi. Megumi gives him a glare but sighs. "Don't remind me."

Yuji slumped his shoulders, recalling how he grabbed Catnap's tail and pull it by accident which the cat sprayed right onto Megumi's face.

"That reminds me...how did you sleep?" Nobara asked Megumi.

"Hrmmm...not much. Just strange dreams but that's it." Megumi said. "Nothing too major."

"Let's hope it doesn't get worse!" Said Nobara. Kisho is still poking Huggy Wuggy with Yuji looking over his shoulder. Megumi groans, "You guys. Can you knock it off? It's not going to move like you want it to."

"Yeah but..."

"No buts."

"What if you try holding it?" Nobara said with a smirk. Kisho stared wide-eyed at Nobara, "I'm not going to hold it! Are you nuts? What happens if it bites me."

"Then we know it's alive!" Nobara chuckled.

"Okay! Why not you do it?"

"No way! I already touch Catnap! Not going to touch another gross thing!" Nobara made a 'ew' expression. Megumi adds, "If you're scared, Kisho, then don't poke it."

"I'm not scared!" Kisho retorted. "I bet you won't hold it because you're scared too!"

"Who says I am?" Megumi scowls.

"You are! You said it about someone being scared. Why don't you hold it if you aren't scared! Come on, I dare you! I super double dare you!" Kisho said.

Megumi twitched an eye, hearing this. So childish! "Fine, I will do it and hold. If nothing happens, you hold it!" He said, standing up and going to take the Huggy Wuggy off the desk and hold it. Megumi had this face of 'why I am even bothered with this' look but he wanted to prove to Kisho that he was not afraid of anything.

"Oh, you're really scared?" Megumi questioned.

Holding Huggy Wuggy, nothing happens. Then he offers the doll to Kisho, "Your turn."

"HUH?! That's way too soon!"

"I'm not scared!" Kisho takes the doll off Megumi's hands. Eito chirps as Kisho is holding Huggy Wuggy who is now shaking with a nervous face. Now holding it, it doesn't feel as bad. It's furry, that's for sure. He doesn't look at the eyes.

"Okay! I'm done! Yuji!"

"Huh?" Yuji blinked.

"Come on, it's your turn!" Kisho said. Yuji sighs and takes the doll, he takes a look at Wuggy Huggy. Few seconds and a few minutes passed, he held it much longer making the three worry.

Yuji begins, "You know. He doesn't look that bad?" He shrugged as he looked at Huggy Wuggy. "He does kinda look cute." He said, shocking everyone in the room. Especially Sukuna, hearing that thought and hearing it out loud.

"WHAT?!" Kisho said, taking Huggy away. "Yuji! You can't be serious! This isn't any normal-looking doll! It came from the same place as Catnap!"

"Yeah...I know..." Yuji sighs, "but you know." He shrugs, "It's less creepy." He points out. Sukuna sighs in his head. Kisho then squeezes it, "Listen! Yuuji! You can't be fooled by toys such as this! That's how Taz got brainwashed in adoring Catnap! That's how Playtime Co gets away with it until it shut its own doors!"

"Yeah...but-"

Then blue furry arms begin to move. The boys became silent as their eyes look towards the doll. Black eyes looks around, looking back and forth between the teenage boys.

And then.

"SCREECH!"

The Huggy Wuggy alive and mobile lets out a huge sound. Unlike Catnap, it lets out a crazy noise.

All the boys screamed which prompted Nobara to scream as well. Kisho throws the doll up into the air in a panic. "OH MY GOD! WHAT THE FAWK!" Kisho screams in fright. Wuggy Huggy lands on top of Megumi's head and he yells, "DAMN IT KISHO!" Fushiguro cursed out loud.

"OH MY GOD! IT'S ALIVE?!" Nobara shouted, putting her hands on her face with fright. "I KNOW, RIGHT?!" Kisho said. Yuji doesn't know what to do until...

"CAN ONE OF YOU GET THIS THING OFF ME!" Megumi yelled angrily. Yuji grabs one of Huggy Wuggy's legs and takes the doll off Megumi's hair. "Got it!"

"Throw that thing away, Yuuji!" Nobara pointed as she hides behind Fushiguro with Kisho.

"But lil sis-"

"With it screeching like that?" Kisho asked. "No way...it should be in her room. We gotta talk to Gojo-sensei about this."

Yuji looks at Huggy Wuggy now as it is looks like it's struggling and screeching like it's...afraid. He doesn't know why. But the doll is scared. Yuji recalls Taz's words.

In a way...Wuggy Huggy must have been a kid once and was turned into this doll against his own will. The little guy must be scared by all this. No doubt, reacting to the cursed energy of him and everyone in the room. Without hesitation, Yuji goes to pet Huggy Wuggy. "There, there..." He said gently, making his other three classmates pause. What the?

"Sorry about that. We had someone who came from the same place as you. You freak out and we freak out. Our bad." Yuji said, making the Wuggy Huggy calmed down, ceasing its screeching, and looked up at Yuji in surprise.

"There we go. Your name is Wuggy Huggy, right? I bet you have another name, do you?" He asked.

The little Wuggy Huggy nods and goes to wrap his arms around the hands holding him. Soon, it closes its mouth into a smile. It seems like Wuggy Huggy is now friendly.

"Anyway..I'm Yuji Itadori! Nice to meet you!' Yuji smiles.

"Yuji...." Fushiguro begins. Yuji looks up to see his three classmates. He almost forgot that they were there. "Yeah?"

"What are you doing?!" Kisho asked.

"Yeah! What the heck are you saying?!" Noabra asked.

"Look...I know that place is creepy. But Catnap and Wuggy Huggy used to be kids....kids younger than us or just like you, you know?" Itadori reminds them. "Just because they look different doesn't mean we should treat them differently. They just want a friend."

Kisho and Noabra blinked as they have no words for it. Megumi sighs, rubbing his neck as he knows where Yuji is coming from. "Even so...it's just..."

"Guys! I'm back! Sorry about that! Hellmare was calling me and-" Taz blinked. "Big brother!" She smiles, "Are you checking out Wuggy Huggy?"

"Oh uh....yeah!" Itadori nods, holding Wuggy Huggy. "He's...really cuddly, you know? I just want to hold him." Should he tell Taz that the doll is alive? He can sense the three looking at him, wondering what he's going to reveal.

"Really?" Taz asked.

"Yeah really. He seems very cute!" Yuji said. Nobara and Kisho's jaws dropped, hearing. Taz nods. "I know, right?" She pauses and then says, "You know. It seems you like him. Do you wanna keep him?"

WAIT WHAT?! Kisho and Nobara are in shock. Megumi is in shock too.

"Huh?" Yuji blinks.

"I have enough dolls." Said Taz. "I know it's a gift from Gojo-sensei but I don't mind sharing Wuggy Huggy with you."

Now Yuji is thinking about it. Megumi, Nobara, and Kisho are wondering what would Yuji say. But Yuji Itadori already knows what he wants to do. His thoughts are already heard which makes Sukuna widen his eyes in disbelief. It was slo-mo, that even Sukuna aka the King of Curses was unable to stop the inevitable.

Brat....

"Oh well..." Yuji begins.

Brat. No.

"I think...."

For the love of Buddha..you cannot be serious!

"that would be..."

We. ARE. Not. putting that thing in our room! NO! NO! NO WAY!

"be great, little sis. I think having Wuggy Huggy with me in my room would be a good addition." Yuji smiles and this got everyone except Taz freaking out inside.

NOOOOOO!

"Okay!" Taz smiles, not noticing the shocked faces of Megumi, Nobara, and Kisho. "I think you need Wuggy Huggy more than me! He is really fuzzy." She smiles. Huggy Wuggy looks at Yuji and still smiles, presenting a real smile. Yuji chuckles. "Yeah! I bet he is!"

"But Yuji..." Kisho begins.

"Oh! Speaking of which, you wanna watch a movie? I have this movie saved and you might like it!" Yuji asked. Taz smiles, "Sure!"

Yuji and Taz get out of the classroom as they go to see a movie in his room.

As Yuji and Taz left, Kisho couldn't believe this as he plopped down on the chair next to his desk and yelled, "NOOOOO!"

Here we go. Megumi sighs, "Kisho-"

"NOOOOO! YUJI ITADORI HAS JOINED THE DARK SIDEEEE!" Kisho yells.

Megumi then groans, "Kisho-"

"WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO!? WE LOST OUR BEST FRIENDS TO THE ENEEEEMY!" Kisho cries as he puts his head against the desk and ruffles his own hair. Nobara can't believe this either. "KISHO IS RIGHT! THEY BOTH HAVE BEEN BRAINWASHED!" Nobara cries, shouting her head off. "WE'RE DOOMED!"

Oh my god. I am so over this. Megumi thought, deadpanned while Nobara and Kisho were losing their marbles over this. He hopes Yuji looks after Huggy Wuggy. He can guess that Sukuna won't be happy about this.

Oh well. Yuji can take care of himself and so does Taz. Megumi sighs as he goes to drag Nobara and Kisho out of the room, kicking and screaming. To get a teacher to calm these two down. Probably Nanami or Principal Yaga.

And so....the school has two new additions. Huggy Wuggy and Catnap.

To be continued???

#ic #thesilverpeahenresidence #horror book drabble series #catnap #huggy wuggy #Horror Book Chapter 9 - Part 2: Another One #thesilverpeahenresidence ( the cursed one yet kind soul yuji itadori )#thesilverpeahenresidence ( the witch with the hammer and nails nobara kugisaki )#thesilverpeahenresidence ( the sorcerer of ten shadows megumi fushigoro )#daichi pheon x the chūnibyō sorcerer #tasmaniandevil #drabbletime;#drabble;

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somethinginscoutcounty · 8 months

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Client Notes by Dr. Jenny B. Taylor

July 26, 2024

Patient notes and entries for my newest client Erik Karim-Belyaev. Coming to me for aid in managing and processing grief and potential trauma from going missing early to mid-spring in a local national park and forest on a camping trip with friends. After our evaluation and compatibility meeting last week, and seeing a match, we discussed surface-level information.

Erik explained that he has no true memory of getting lost or any of the days that he and his group were missing, however, he stated that he has occasional nightmares of being in the forest but claims that he never gets any actual information out of them. I saw a possibility that these dreams might be his brain bringing some memories and details back into his awareness but are still, possibly, repressed. I chose not to question any further and will have that be a talking point when Erik becomes more comfortable sharing things with me.

I didn't bring up many things from his synopsis or ask much of him because we were not yet familiar with each other so there was not much to talk about. Most of the session was talking about his support systems post-rescue in which he shared details about his mother, father, and best friend and college roommate, Nathan. Erik talked about how since leaving the hospital all three have been helping him recover mentally, emotionally, and physically both after hospital leave and after the funeral of lost friends. I remarked that it was good that he had such close people being a part of his healing process.

Erik made a remark that his support group was very small, I did mention that any amount of support is good and that I would technically count as a fourth, however, it was when asking if maybe there could be others that he could reach out to he seemed to be caught up in a thought that came to him for a few seconds before he shook his head and said that there weren't any that he could think of.

After a while of back and forth, our time was up and we needed to depart. I'll spend some sessions trying to make a bond with him so that we can work on his trauma more effectively.

August 10, 2024

Another meeting with Erik. We have built up quite a lot of trust over the past few sessions and have begun to talk more about how the trip has affected him since its occurrence.

Erik talked about his friends. He told me that he had known one of them, Michael, since middle school, where he later met his sister, Gracy. He later explained that Gracy would meet Frankie in their high school years and she promptly joined the friend group.

Erik noticeably was choked up when talking about them but when I asked if he wanted to leave it for now he said no, stating "Talking about it... out loud... everything.... it helps. It helps a little.". Erik then went in depth about how exactly he met Michael. "We had this one class. He sat next to me and both of us never listened half the time and I was doodling... something from a thing I liked back then and then Mikey just... he saw what I was drawing and we started talking about it, turns out he liked it too and so we just talked the whole class, then we found out that we both had the same lunch period after that, we talked through that... and then it just... happened. We were just friends. By the time summer came around we just were..." to which Erik interlaced his hands together to gesture that they were very close. I asked about Gracy to which Erik explained that they developed their friendship through her sitting at lunch with him and Michael and so that bond came with his relationship with Michael.

I could tell that talking about his friends with someone in depth helped him get some of the pain from what happened away, I wanted to leave it at that since he seemed in a positive place for now. I gave him some words of encouragement so that he would stay there and maybe be ready for the more difficult and harder conversations the next time I see him.

#something in scout county #slenderverse #slenderseries

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pyreflydust · 11 months

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I do genuinely find therapy helpful most of the time but sometimes it feels like I'm dragging around a bratty teenager who keeps screaming LITERALLY NOTHING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME EVER WAS TRAUMATIC SHUT THE FUCK UP while I have something that literally everyone who talks to me about it says is a Trauma Reaction

Yesterday was the 23rd anniversary of my first psych hospitalization. I keep doubling down on "but it wasn't that bad" (because they didn't drug me.) (because they didn't restrain me.) (because I was only there for three days.)

I was asked if I think about this every year. I do. I don't always have a breakdown, but I'm very Aware of the Date. It helps that this was 2000 and I was obsessed with Eminem. It helped that I had stolen a sticker of him off a teeny bopper magazine at the grocery store. Which sounds like a tangent but

I also think about how old I'm getting and how often that means my care providers are younger than me. I asked the person I was talking about this with earlier how old she was. Rather, I said, "I don't know how old you are, but..." because I was going to make a point about mental health care in 2000. It's got its flaws now, but I was treated so much worse in 2000. That year, she wasn't even 10.

I was 14 years old. I had started cutting myself a few months before and the adults found out. I don't think I had told them that I had already attempted suicide by overdose. Most people will go their entire life without a suicide attempt. I couldn't go fifteen years. (If I can last another four from now, maybe that won't be true anymore.) I don't remember anyone asking why. I remember being told to stop that. Like what I had done was a bad behavior instead of an expression of pain.

The guy from emergency services asked me if I thought I was Britney Spears. I cannot think of a single thing I said or did in the entire history of my mental health treatment up until that point that might've made him think that. I don't know who I thought I was. I was 14 and wanted someone to acknowledge I was suffering.

Instead they strapped me into the back of an ambulance and forced me to lay down the whole time. It was over an hour between my local ER and the hospital they brought me to. I don't remember anything about the ride except that they let me pick the radio station. I picked my favorite rock station at the time, a station that no longer exists. At some point Little Things by Good Charlotte came on.

I was there for three days before my mother felt bad and she and my brother got in my sister's car and they all came to get me. A rare family moment with the four of us, to be honest. We needed to stop at a car shop somewhere in the middle of the trip home because something happened to the brake line that was in urgent need of fixing.

I ask 14 year old me if this counts as traumatic. 14 year old me tells me it doesn't matter if it is or isn't. 14 year old me looks a lot like a gaping open wound when I try to look at him. He's so sure he never mattered and neither should anything that happened to him.

#institutionalization #self harm #suicide #little alien life shit

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Day 10

I've written about my mental health in bursts and starts over the years since I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, but I’d like to start from the beginning and tell the story in its entirety, from the label "crazy" and how it affected me as a youth, to my roller coaster ride of highs and lows in my twenties, to my psychoses, my diagnosis, my therapy, and ultimately this period of stability I now cherish. It's going to be a four-part-er I think, starting, as I said, with Part One: Stacey is Bipolar (a teenager with "mood swings")

Both of my parents are blonde and blue-eyed, so both of my siblings and I are blonde with blue eyes too. Our family has heard a lot of blonde jokes. Blonde is supposedly synonymous with airhead. When someone would start telling blonde jokes, I would join in, because I wanted to show that I wasn't bothered by this brand of humor. I learned at a young age that taking offense and getting upset is not as efficient as staying calm, and laughing at yourself along with people.

As a kid my playmate of choice was my best friend, but when we moved I only saw her from time to time, and my new neighbor was a little bit younger than me, and we didn't always get along. Since I was homeschooled, and we lived in the country, I didn't experience playgrounds and bus rides the way my daughter did. From hearing of her experiences, I don't feel I missed out on much. I volunteered at my N-'s school library and I must say if I had attended primary school, I think I would have liked the library best.

I attended a little English school in Baie Comeau for Grades 7 and 8. It had all grades, from Kindergarten to Grade 11. At Recess, the littlest kids would traipse through the halls, and would bestow hugs on the High Schoolers. I thought High School was rough, but honestly, that school was a kiddy pool compared to the schools I would attend in Grade 9. I think my parents were wise to enroll me in that school. My teachers told them I went around in a daze for the first three months.

I'd say my closest friend at that school was a girl who was one grade ahead of me. Since certain grades didn't have enough students to fill a classroom (this was a tiny school), our classroom held two or even three grades. My friend was thoughtful, quiet, calm, and I gravitated toward her. She's the one who told me I had mood swings. Apparently, this was normal teenager behavior. In Grade 9, I changed schools three times, and by the end of the year I was fed up and asked to be homeschooled again.

My mom didn't like it when people called me crazy. I think they meant I was bubbly, hyper and impulsive. And I could be. I could also sit for hours with my nose stuck in a book. When I was alone, I drew, I read, I wrote. When I was in social groups I didn't know how to act. I had a strange sense of never fitting in, and I didn't know why. There must be something wrong with me, I decided, but I didn't want to let on that that was how I felt. It was when I felt like I had no friends that I started long distance correspondence with two sisters. We would send one another bricks of doodles, drawings and of course, eight to ten page letters.

One of the most profound things my psychiatrist told me while he was in the process of diagnosing me, was that bipolar disorder has nothing to do with personality. Who I am as a person, who I always have been, is not tainted by my mental disorder. All those times I identified as "crazy", as a defense mechanism because others used that label on me, it wasn't true. At some point during my teenage years, I began to have "ups" and "downs". I don't remember them, though, because my parents provided me with enough structure and support that I was able to remain relatively stable.

You see, bipolar disorder can make you manic or depressed. You can either burst with energy and live on a "high", or you can crash and drag yourself around in a "low". My highs weren't as apparent to my mom as my lows were, so she worried that I struggled with depression. But then the low would pass, and she would be reassured. I didn't clue in until my twenties that something was up, and even then I didn't seek professional help. It wasn't because I didn't want to, it was because I didn't know how to go about consulting.

It's funny, I guess a mental disorder actually does classify me as "crazy", but I no longer use that label to identify myself. When I was a teenager, I developed the habit of putting myself down as a defensive strategy, because I thought if I did it first, that would empty the arsenal of everyone else. I was hyper focused on my flaws and failings, so I thought everyone else was too. It took me a while to learn that no one is perfect, we all mess up, we all need to be forgiven, we all need to forgive.

If I can love others even when they're not perfect, why would I be the exception to that rule? Why would I need to be perfect to be lovable? Chasing perfection is unhealthy. As a teen, I think my mental health was crushed under the weight of seeking to be perfect far more than it was affected by my bipolar disorder. But my symptoms of bipolar disorder were going to worsen, until crisis point. Like I said, my parents provided me with a lot of structure and support. They kept me consistent, they helped me meet my goals. But what would I do when I left home? I'll tell that story tomorrow.

#bipolar disorder #mental health #personal

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janeaustinforevermore · 7 months

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MY MӨƬΉΣЯƧ DΛЦGΉƬΣЯ // My mothers daughter

Summary: Alara Koc is a 18 year old daughter of Aphrodite who was brought to camp after being taken out of her foster home. This is the story of her last year at Camp Half Blood.

contains: talk of SA, mentions of fighting, cursing, innuendos.

authors note: this is my first work! I don't know if this is even good, but I like it! If you notice any issues please be kind but I would love to hear them! Now, let's get started!

1, 2, 3

At 18 years old there were few things I cared about. My (half) sister, my cat, and falling in love. I had always been drawn to it, but it never seemed to work in my favor; this became increasingly apparent in the string of failed romances I had left in my wake. At 13 I had my first kiss with Robbie Finkle, it ended with me catching him telling all the guys at camp that I "gave it up easy". We broke up the next day. At 14 I flirted with a son of Hermes who had just come to camp. He died (you get used to it as a demigod). At 15 I dated a guy for 2 months until he started dating a Demeter girl in secret and I cut it off. By 16 I gave up on guys and tried women. I went back to men. At 18 I had already had several unsuccessful attempts at relationships, and I still tried to hold out hope that the right guy is out there. Maybe he'd find me. Whether that has proven to be true will be revealed in time reader. But let's get back to where we were: Camp Half Blood.

Cabin 10 is like the Met Gala, if you took out all the billionaires and threw in a little hormonal acne. Oh yeah, and there's also never enough closet space. The only thing that made it worth it was my sister, Penelope. Penelope is one of those people who can only be described as something of an angel, and if you think I'm exaggerating, that's because you've never met her. Penelope was brought to camp at 6, where she was taken under the wing of Chiron immediately, as she was the youngest kid there. She's at present been here every year since. Not including the small outings Chiron has taken her on. But since she was here so young, she's been the cabin leader since she was 13, and my best friend since I got here. I love her more than life itself. As I got ready for the day I heard her slip in next to me as i waited for the next available sink.

"Hey Lara, do you have any concealer I could borrow? I'm all out and I can't see Leya without it!" Leya is Penelope's girlfriend of the past two years, and if you're wondering why they've been together that long and she doesn't want her to see her without concealer, I don't have an answer for you. It's kind of a 10 thing.

"Of course, you know I have more concealer on hand then an Ulta."

"You're the best!! I seriously don't know what I would do without you!" True by the way, Pen loses something once a day and it's easier to just have extra than it is to try to remind her. Plus, I like taking care of my sister. It's a nice role to fill.

"Hey by the way, I was talking to Jack in Hephaestus, and he mentioned that Layne's single... I thought maybe you two could go out..? He's our age, funny, AND taller than you!"

"Ew, no! Layne dumped Margot a few months ago when she told him she's saving herself, I do not want any part of that!"

"Ohhhh I forgot about that! Yeah that's true, he was such a dick about it. I just wanted to mention it, I mean, I know you're trying to stay solo for a while - which I respect- but I thought that was a temporary thing?? it's been 8 months since you said that and I'm just trying to make sure you're not closing yourself off."

"I do want to find someone, which is why I'm trying to stay open, but I want it to be right this time. Plus, I'm kind of over all this high school BS. What's meant to b mine will find its way to me. I read that in a magazine! When it's right I'll know it."

"Okay, I'll back off then. Do you have a moisturizer I could borrow?"

As I finished up my routine I looked in the mirror and thought of my mom. I've never met her, but I like to imagine she looks like me; full lips, dark curly hair, tan skin, dark brown eyes covered by two thick Turkish brows. The only thing I think would be different is our height. At 18 I'm pushing 5'10, and if I have to hear anymore "the lakers need a center" jokes I will personally go find them one to shut everyone up. It's not that I'm insecure about my height per se, I think I'm pretty, but it's hard to feel like feminine next to a bunch of 5'5 girls with tiny hands and size 6 feet. I've always found it funny that me and Penelope look so similar since we're only half sisters, the only huge differences being she's a bit paler and is about 5'6 with a rounder nose than mine. We always bonded over having curls in a cabin full of silky haired redheads. I scrunched the leave in conditioner into my hair, and watched it fall down my back as I put in my small hoop earrings. I wouldn't say I'm vain but I'm self aware enough to know I'm not humble. In all honesty, it's hard not to be a little stuck up when your mother is the goddess of beauty.

I quickly fixed my tennis dress and tied my white platform converse as I ran out to catch up with Vivienne, my other sister.

"Oh hey Alara. Did you see the schedule for today?"

Vivienne has blonde hair that stops at her shoulders in loose waves, green eyes, and freckles that look straight out of an old western movie. To top it all off she has this perfect Georgia accent that other girls at camp used to make fun of before we kicked their asses.

"No, what is it? I swear to gods, if we're doing anymore archery!" I've always sucked at archery. Also at sword combat. And I don't like running. I like Greek though!

"No actually! We're on for riding and stable maintenance, and helping the littles with swimming. Also, don't forget Zeke wants to lead another bonfire tonight! Oh and mom needs a few more candles on the alter, which I've already ordered from the store!" Vivienne helps keep the cabin running. Honestly, she's pretty cool when she's not cheating on whatever guy she's seeing at present. I've never liked it about her but she's my sister. And everyone knows she does it so it's kind of on them for dating her?

"Oh not bad, it should be a good day! Also, If you see Trent send him my way, I have to go over a few things with him!"

We near the tables right as I'm saying this, and I see Ben from Hermes wink at me as we walk by. I give him a flirty wave and keep walking, seeing how his sister laughs and hits him on the shoulder. Just because I'm not dating doesn't mean I can't kiss a guy here and there. A girl needs her hobbies!

After breakfast I found a way to sneak off to meet Ben by the amphitheater.

"Hey pretty girl ." Ben Jenkins is the cutest guy in Hermes, he has black curls currently pulled into twists that hang in his eyes, he stands at 6'1 (6'3 if you asked him) and a white smile that stands out on his dark skin.

"Pretty girl huh? It was Gorgeous girl two days ago." I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and I lean in closer with a small smile on my face. This always gets him.

"My bad, alright? I'll never demote you again." He laughs as he pulls into his chest and begins to kiss me deeply.

My hands find his hair and pull, my baby pink nails scratching along his neck as I trap him against the wall. I feel his hands drift lower and begin to grip under my dress. I let out a soft moan and move to his neck right when I hear someone start to walk closer. I quickly push off him and go run behind a tree as he follows.

"Oh shit, it's Mr D!"

"Shut up!" I pull him behind and we both ran as fast as we could. I press a quick kiss to his cheek and ran the other way as fast as I could.

Reading this you may be thinking "so much for staying single!" But believe me when I say, I had no intention of dating Ben. In fact, Ben was actually in love with a girl in the Athena cabin who didn't even give him the time of day. We both just wanted a body to keep warm.

As I headed to the stable I checked that my dress was sorted and tried to blend in with the others.

"About time idiot. I hope you used protection, you would be a terrible mother." Pen laughed as she clicked her long nails against the stable doors.

"Oh please, nothing interesting ever happens to me. I'm the definition of a non player character."

And at the time I genuinely meant that. I had only ever been the side character people toss aside when the fun heroine came in to save the day. Until the day I wasn't.

#percy jackson #camp half blood #fanfic #percy jackon and the olympians #aphrodite #greek mythology #ancient greek mythology

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A Decade Through Time: The Alderberg Legacy: Year 1581

A birth , a wedding and deaths - almost the complete stairs of life!

From the Beginning I Currently

News spread fast in Outland , even faster when the news of Anne , widow of John Wardeby the blacksmith, were accepting the proposal of Mark Kellogg , the local butcher.

It happened like this - with John’s death 3 years ago, Anne has been struggling to find a purpose outside of her daughters, so after talking with her brother-in-law she started a small laundry business.

One of her primary customers was a fellow widower by the name of Mark Kellogg , who moved to Outland 2 years back with his pregnant wife to start raising pigs to be butched. His wife sadly past away 1 year into little Esther’s life.

One day , Mark came with both Esther and the laundry, sheepishly asked if Anne could watch Esther while he did some errands around town.

Anne agreed as Catherine and Sybil could entertain her while she did the laundry. It would later become a regular thing and one day Mark asked if it could be a permanent thing.

“We are both widowers with small children, my Essie needs a mother to teach her things she will need to know and company that’s not only of piglets, while your girls will need a father to protect them when their uncles can’t. “

“*nervous laugh* and we both could need the company of someone who knows the pain of losing a spouse...”

It made Anne a bit speechless and flustered, she haven't been thinking much about marriage since John died.

Anne told him to let her think about it . Later she spoke with Eleanor and Arthur about it.

Arthur: You should accept it - He has good prospect and you both would benefit from it.

Eleanor: His little girl will have a mother and your girls will have a father again. And let’s be honest, he is quite handsome for a butcher.

So, she did. Anne and Mark married 2 months later. Surrender the family of Anne. The father of Anne’s youngest sister was not attending , claiming to be ill.

No matter if its true or not didn’t bother Anne , she was just glad to that the sims she loved were present as she spoke her vows a second time.

The Wardeby girls were happy for their mother and Esther was ecstatic to have Anne, Catherine and Sybil staying with them from now on.

So was Eleanor and Arthur , hoping by marrying Mark she would finally let go of her guilt and be truly happy again.

The Alderbergs were a little less joyous , William fearing that perhaps Eleanor or Arthur made Anne go through with the marriage like Geoffrey did almost 10 years ago , but no matter what he thought he kept it for himself ...

Unlike her first marriage , Anne didn’t wait to consummate her new marriage with Mark.

Perhaps it was that Anne now knew what was going to happen , maybe it was because she missed the intimacy of the act.

Though Anne's life would hopefully be more joyful , the life of her youngest sibling turned dark and cold.

It had not been a lie that Geoffrey was ill , like most men of his age were. He was tired and had a fever , his heart pounding like a wild hound’s and plasma in his urine.

He stayed in bed most days , and that’s how the now 15 year old Audrey found him to bring him some soup.

Her weeping alarmed William , whom rushed to her side like a lightning strike and held her close as she cried...

Her brother hushed her and promised that everything was going to be okay while rocking her back and forward.

Geoffrey was quickly buried before the frost hardened the ground of Outland, only the Alderbergs and Horthalls attending.

William had begged Anne to bring her family , not for Geoffry's sake but Audrey's , but she said no.

Anne had recently discovered she was pregnant and did not wish to mourn a man she never view as her father.

William called her selfish for not supporting their little sister but said no more. He was more concerned about Audrey at this moment to care about the hurt look on Anne’s face.

Audrey was once more somber , her bright smile nowhere to be seen and if frightened her older brother.

Her only comfort was Tristram the cat , whom she would sit outside cuddling until dark til Rebecca or William called for her.

Rebecca suggested that Audrey would live with Eleanor for a while until she was back to her normal cheerful self.

But William said no - Audrey would be staying as he thought sending away the girl would only cause her grief to worsen.

He still remembered his promise to Geoffrey all those years ago when he made William his heir - to look after his little sisters and he would do that.

At Anne’s new home , the joy she once had has withered. Anne had given birth to , what she and her husband thought a healthy baby boy named Owen , only to find him lifeless in his basket a few days later.

Anne had many tragedies befall her - losing her father , mother , her first husband and now truly losing a child. Maybe this was the watcher’s dices punishing her for her prolonged hatred of Geoffrey , or just nature taking it’s course. Nobody will know for sure...

I kept changing Anne’s new last name and her husbands occupation multiple of times until I finally had enough and named him Mark Kellogg and made him a butcher+ swineherd. At the beginning I wanted him to be a shepherd but I haven’t had the time to get the sheep mod.

Anne is probably my favorite out of the Alderberg kids , ever since she was a toddler. She has always intrigued me with how rough the dice were to her and her family.

Anne is a good sim , but her brave trait makes her stubborn and she will probably not forgive Geoffrey ever even when she ended up loving John, but the problem is not forgiving Geoffrey but neglecting Audrey needs for support.

I talked earlier that if Geoffrey lived to be 60 I would start rolling end of life rolls every year , but since he died I didn’t have to. Audrey , like her older siblings are now a orphan. Her story is a bit sadder since she is the only Dawne left.

It is interesting that we have few different bloodlines to follow- The “ Eleanor” line , the “Anne” line , the “William” line and the “Audrey” line. Calling them by their last names will be tricky since family names changes and dies.

#The Alderberg family #decades challenge #Morbid's decades challenge #sims historical #the sims 3 #the sims 3 legacy #TW death #tw infant death #A decaded through time

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awesomerextyphoon · 4 years

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I love your writing. May I have Loki x Reader? The reader is a sweet, delicate dreamer. Loki has come to conquer the world. He saw her and wants her to become his Queen of Midgard. He kidnapped her. She pleads with him to let her go while she is tied to the bed. He caresses her hair and says she will love him (he doesn't want to use the scepter on her).

***Can I have White Reader x Loki, please? Loki just escaped from the Helicarrier. He saw the reader who is a sweet and innocent creature. Loki doesn't want her dead when he will start battle. Loki kidnaps her and locks her up to keep her safe. When he wins, Loki tells her that she will become his queen.***

Hi! I decided to combine the prompts and make the reader plus-sized. I hope you enjoy!

His Match

Pairing: Dark!Loki x Plus-Sized Female Reader

Summary: You’ve tried to live by your grandmother’s rule of being kind to others, even when the world gives you the middle finger. What if a Norse God decided reward you by becoming his Queen?

Word Count: 1,745

Rating: 18+/Mature

Warning: Kidnapping, Implied Dub/Non-Con, Angst, and some Violence

A/N: Thanks goes to the amazing @angrythingstarlight for beta reading this!

Loki was walking around New York City, scouting Stark Tower making sure the final preparations of his plan was perfect when something, or rather someone, caught his eye.

She walked out of what looked like a women’s clothing store with a forlorn smile. She was plumper than the average female Midgardian last time he frequented the realm. His eyes did not miss the enticing curves that lied beneath her clothes despite her efforts to ensconce herself into the background.

She was a vision.

Her eyes met his for the briefest of moments and it felt like time stopped. His heart quickened in his chest and a rush of blood surged to his groin.

He had to follow her. His Elskan.

“Barton, tell the others I’ll be out for a few more hours. Proceed as planned.”

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He found you entering a rather destitute apartment complex. Its lights and foundation were a bit unsound and gave off a seedy ambience.

Loki grimaced at her living conditions. When he ruled Midgard, she would have only the best.

Casting a simple concealment spell, Loki entered her fairly small apartment. She began mixing ingredients together for what looked to be ‘chocolate chip cookies’. He smiled as he inhaled the sweet aroma knowingly; Asgard had only recently started consuming the sweet. She soon laid out a batch of thick, scrumptious cookies with a satisfied expression.

They reminded him of better times when he and Thor would sneak into the kitchens and swipe confections from under the baker’s nose. Loki chuckled at the memory; those were the days.

Not ten minutes after she placed the last cookie onto the cooling rack did her phone ring. It was her mother. Loki felt dread coming off his Elskan in waves.

Loki could only make out bits and pieces of the conversation, if you could call it that. Her mother constantly nagged her about her weight, life choices, and her ‘pathetic’ attempts to get over her ex-boyfriend. His heart broke as he saw tears begin to fall and the croaking of her voice as she bid the odious creature goodnight.

Several minutes after she cried herself to sleep, Loki entered his Elskan’s bedroom. He spied her diary on the nightstand and decided to read a few pages.

He was fuming within two minutes.

How dare that caustic pig sow treat his Elskan, her own daughter, in a such ghastly manner! Her ‘perfect’ sister always slighting and reminding her on how ‘she’ll never be good enough for anything’ and her father’s callous indifference to her cries for help and solace only added to his rage. Combined with the way her ex-boyfriend, the repugnant gnat, treated her (he cheated on her with someone who ‘wasn’t built like a blimp’ and ‘the only thing you thing you had going for you were your tits’) and he wanted to speed up the invasion just to watch the horror become engrained onto their faces.

And yet, she endeavored to treat everyone with kindness harkening back to your grandmother. She strived to be the one light in one’s otherwise miserable existence.

Well, she can be his light as his Elskan and Queen.

Loki took a deep, cleansing breath. He needed to stick to the plan. When he conquers Midgard, she will be their queen. She will grace the undeserving masses with her elegance and beauty and he will worship her every chance he got.

He just had to make her see it that way.

Gently, the light forest green glow of Loki's magic flowed from his hand to the crown of her head like a halo. He leaned in and kissed her cheek with a smile as he left.

He hated to leave her, but he had a realm to conquer. Though he hoped she’d enjoy the introductory gift.

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You were in your grandmother’s living room; spacious yet comfy with all of her quirkiness and splendor included. It was odd since you haven’t been in her house since your parents sold after her death seven years ago. You tearfully smiled remembering all the good times you had with her, the only member of your family you gave you any true warmth or love.

Her piano was in the corner, barely aged a day with all the music sheets, pens, a light scratches you came to know and love. You took your seat and started to play the piano version of one of your favorite movie themes.

You were so engrossed in playing, you failed to notice someone materializing into your dreamscape.

“What a lovely tune! What is it called?” A smooth, honey-tinged voice broke your concentration.

You turned your head and saw what had to be the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. He was tall (6’ 10” / 2.08m) easily towering over any man you’ve ever met. He had smooth alabaster skin, light rose undertones with a little blue-red just under his eyes. His cheekbones were immaculate, somehow looked sharp and soft at the same time. He had thin lips with a fair plumpness to the bottom one. His slicked-back, shoulder-length Ponzu/Shadow Purple hair kissed his lean, battle-hardened physique (if the way he’s filling out his outfit was anyway to go by). All of this deliciousness was clothed in a casual Palm Green suit with a Glossy Black tie and shoes.

It took you a full minute to stop ogling him, “Wha-What did you say?”

“I apologize for disturbing you, my lady. I asked what you were playing.” His voice had hints of mirth which was odd considering his appearance. Most people in his league would give you a thinly veiled sneer of disgust, but he seemed genuinely interested.

“Um, well, it’s called Merry-Go-Round of Life from the movie Howl’s Moving Castle. It’s a favorite of mine. I used to play it all the time until…” You trailed off, not wanting to revisit how your grandmother died.

“You do not have to tell me if it brings you such displeasure.”

“Thank you, um…”

“Loki. Please, call me Loki.”

“Loki,” he inwardly moaned at the way you said his name, “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. Please, continue playing.”

And you did for what felt like hours, all while your sexy dream companion asked about your hopes, dreams, anything he could think of really. You in turn asked him about his life and interests; you even laughed at a story of his brother having to dress like a bride to get his hammer back.

You soon became enamored with Loki. It was refreshing to be noticed with actual interest, not ridicule or pity. He seemed to taken with you as well, if his gentle caresses and not-so-subtle lustful glances he gave you were any indication.

You were glad this was just a dream. You didn’t want your heart to break like last time.

Loki was about to lean in for a kiss when everything faded to black.

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You jolted up from the mattress and screamed once you realized you weren’t in your room.

No, this room was…spectacular for lack of better word. It had high ceilings, large windows, ornate chandeliers, and magnificent balcony. Luxurious dark greens, gold, and black covered the room in splendor. Extravagant pieces of furniture dripped with precious stones metal worthy of queens or royal mistresses of old.

“What is this place?”

You tried to leave but was forced back onto the bed by a force field. You tried to take calm breaths just like your therapist taught you in order to make an escape plan.

No sooner did you calm down than the door open to reveal-

“Loki!”

Only Loki was wearing radically different clothing; looked like he walked right out of a fantasy epic. And yet, his smile was enchanting.

“What am I doing here? I need to go back home.”

He tutted in response, “That would not be wise, Elskan Mín. This world is mine now and this is safest place to be.” He was right. His brother’s team of desperate souls were no match for his cunning and Chitauri Forces. Midgard’s pathetic leaders gave up in less than an hour once their beloved ‘heroes’ were defeated, broken, and laid bare before them.

“You can’t be serious, Loki. I need to leave.”

“And go where? Like I said, this realm is mine now. That rat poison of a dwelling is no more and I have dealt with your ‘family’ as needed.” Loki smirked at the memories. It gave him extreme joy squeezing the life out of that worthless pig of mother, breaking every bone in your father’s body one by one, and leaving your ‘perfect’ sister alive with partially rotten skin. Not even the scavengers or maggots would find or want the remains of the scurvy insect of an ex-boyfriend, though he was still alive..just barely.

Well, at least until he decided on how to destroy the blight of creature.

Though he did make sure to leave two of your real friend were treated well. You needed to have someone to talk to while he was away.

You gazed into his Spearmint colored eyes in one last attempt, “Please Loki! If you love me, you’ll let me go!”

For a split second, you could’ve sworn you saw hurt in his eyes and he glided across the room. You back hit the headboard in you sad efforts to get away from him.

“Elskan Mín, I promise to always love, cherish, and worship every part of your glorious body. You will become Midgard’s queen and my goddess. No. One. Will. Ever. Demean. Or. Slight. You. Again.” he punctuated each word of the last sentence with soft, open-mouthed kisses to your face, neck, shoulders, and collarbone.

You tried to fight him, but it felt so good. His touches sent shots of lightning to your core; plus his lips and fingers were cook to the touch provided excellent contrast to the spike in heat.

You started crying realizing how pathetic this was, to have the first person to profess such feelings be a kidnapper. You were actually contemplating whether or not he was telling the truth.

Loki sensed your sorrow and kissed your tears away. “I know this might be ‘difficult’ at first, but you will love me in time.” He hoped he did not have to use the scepter.

You thought about your dream and all of the effort he was putting into this. It was frightening, but it came from a place of love.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay.

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oreoambitions · 3 years

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Parts 1-3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 5.5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Ao3 Kara has been away for too long. This is what she thinks to herself as she hovers over the edge of National City's furthest flung suburb, her eyes on the horizon, her hands doing a rather unsuperherolike fidget of their own accord. She was only supposed to be gone for a couple of hours. A couple of days maybe. Long enough to cool down, to get her anger under control, to make sure that Lena would never have to see her like... that. Only a couple of days has become a couple of weeks and now Kara doesn't know how to come home. "Rao," she whispers. Immediately she feels foolish - as if Rao has answered her these past weeks - but in her solitude she's grown used to speaking in prayer, and so she finishes the thought anyway. "Where am I supposed to be right now? What am I supposed to be doing?" Probably her life is in shambles. Probably she's been fired from CatCo and there are a stack of unpaid bills cluttering up the mailbox of an apartment that probably doesn't belong to her anymore. That's going to be a mess to sort out and there's no getting around it. And then there are the personal relationships she's abruptly abandoned for a month and a half without explanation. Alex will be worried sick, and angry, and rightfully so. What will J'onn say? Nia? Clark? And then there's Lena. Kara's hand moves to the thin red thread would tightly around her wrist. Ever so gently, careful not to wear it thinner still, she brushes her fingers over it. She'll have to talk to Lena. Soon. Today. The thought makes her stomach twist and seize and roil with feelings she has hardly begun to name, let alone master, but Rao, if she stays away until she's mastered them all she's starting to think she might stay away for a lifetime. But at least the anger is under control. That's the most important thing, because the truth is there is no returning to National City, no returning to Lena, without facing Sam. It's doubly true now that Sam has taken up the cape to protect the city that Kara has come to think of as her own. She has to admit, however begrudgingly, that Sam has done a good job. The city below is peaceful in that loud, chaotic way that cities have about them in the late afternoon: a dog shouts out on 4th street; someone's car won't start on Tulare; highschool students pour out of a bus downtown full of the laughter and the posturing of youth. All is well. Certainly things are better than Kara has any right to expect them to be, and that's on Sam. Sam, who made headlines when she stepped in to make it clear that Supergirl's absence would not be taken advantage of. Sam, who said she'd never wear the cape because she was afraid of what it would mean for Ruby. Sam, who should have rightly been on Argo right now claiming her birthright and her heritage. Sam, who had an obligation to protect Lena and chose to bind her irrevocably to Kara in a marriage of obligation instead. Perhaps the anger is not so under control after all, but up here there's no one to see Kara's eyes flash or her fist clench, no one to hear her heartrate pick up or the sharp breath she forces out between her teeth. Up here it's okay. It's only down there she has to worry about control. But first before control, before the appearance of reconciliation, before Kara figures out how to get Sam on board with the plan she's hatched for finding Lena a way out of this mess, first before anything, Kara is going to have to talk to Alex. Hell hath no fury like an older sister abruptly abandoned and left to fret and worry for nothing, and the longer Kara puts this off the worse it's going to be. She takes a deep breath and wishes, not for the first time, that life came with a rewind.

There isn't really any such thing as taking the long way when you're a Kryptonian under Earth's yellow sun, but Kara makes an effort. She loops around the city twice, trying not to think about how uncomfortable it will be if she runs into Sam out here doing a similar patrol. She hovers over the L-Corp building long enough to determine that Lena is, in fact, not at work on a Saturday — probably Jess's doing, for which she’s grateful. Then she drifts gently to Alex's neighborhood, to her street, to the fire escape, to the back window always unlatched when Kara is on patrol just in case Supergirl should need to stop by unseen. Kara, of course, is not so much on patrol as officially missing, so she hesitates there on the fire escape before reaching out to tug gently gently gently on the window. It's almost a surprise when it slides open. Alex is home but the shower is running and Kara, feeling an odd sort of nervousness wash over her, slips through the window quietly. Maybe it would have been better to come through the front door, or to call ahead, or maybe it would be better to announce herself now, but now she's here trembling in Alex's kitchen and she's let herself in this way a hundred times and it's always been okay. Only this time it's different, and all Kara can think about is how angry Alex is going to be when she sees her and- The bathroom door flies open and Alex comes barreling out into the kitchen in a towel, dripping wet, the shower still running behind her. They stand there for a moment, Kara rubbing the edge of her cape between her fingers, Alex stock still as though she's seen a ghost. "Kara," she breaths. And then, "Shit, I'm sorry. Let me-" She reaches for the cupboard, then the fridge, then steps back. "Are you okay?" "Yeah," Kara says. She draws in a deep breath to spit out the explanation she's rehearsed a hundred times: I'm sorry but I was losing control and you have to understand that Sam and Lena were together the whole time and I was jealous, so jealous, but I was mostly so angry that Lena trusted her and then she put her into this awful position with the vows, and it put me in an awful position too, and I just couldn't stay and I- But Alex is nodding. "Let me just put a shirt on, okay? Don't- Just don't go anywhere. Help yourself to anything in the fridge. Two seconds." She starts down the hall and then turns back, her fingers up for emphasis. "Two seconds." It's more like forty seconds and the shower is still running and Kara is too uncomfortable to fetch anything from the fridge. All her rehearsed words have died in her throat and she's left standing there teasing a thread out of the edge of the cape and feeling like somehow this is all wrong. Kara’s imagined this encounter a thousand times but never like this, and to compound it all, something in this place has shifted. Maybe it's just the time Kara's been away but something here feels... different. Forty seconds isn't long enough to put a finger on it and Alex is back in the kitchen in a t-shirt and boxers and demanding a hug before Kara can quite track what's changed. There's an almost physical relief when Alex collides with her and for a few seconds all else is forgotten. "Are you mad at me?" she whispers into Alex's hair. "Yeah," Alex whispers back. "But it can wait." And then, as she pulls away, "Cocoa?" Alex doesn't wait for an answer. She's busy at the stove in an instant, milk out on the counter, hot chocolate mix out of a glass bottle measured by the heaping quarter cup, and Kara's offers of assistance are shooed away with a gesture so reminiscent of Eliza that she might have giggled if she hadn't been feeling slightly sick. She settles into a chair at the kitchen table instead. The cape has found its way between her fingers again; that loose thread is becoming more prominent by the minute. Then the shower shuts off and Kara glances up at Alex. "Is someone else here? I'm so sorry, am I interrupting? I can go if-" Alex silences her with a hand. "It's fine. You're not interrupting. It's just... it's my girlfriend." "Girlfriend?" The guilt sickens Kara a little further. She's been gone too long. She's missed too much. "Actually," Alex says, stirring the hot chocolate mix into the milk on the stove, "I was meaning to talk to you about it before everything happened with the wedding. It wasn't official but we'd been intimate - sorry, TMI, I know - and I thought it might be going some place. But then with everything happening it never felt like the right time, and now..." "Well who is she?" This explains, at least, what feels different about the apartment. And it seems obvious now that Kara knows what she's looking for: an extra pair of shoes by the front door, a jacket over the back of the couch that doesn't belong to Alex. But it's familiar. A jacket Kara's seen before, now that she's thinking about it. "Do I know her?" "Yeah. Actually, we should probably talk about-" Sam steps into the kitchen slowly, so softly that human ears might not have picked up her approach. She's wearing one of Alex's long sleeved tees pulled down too far over her hands, an anxious gesture Kara has seen mirrored in Lena a thousand times, and it sends an instant flash of something awful through her chest. "Hi Kara," Sam says softly. The rage hits Kara before her mind can catch up. Alex and Sam were intimate before the wedding. Alex and Sam were intimate before the wedding. Alex and Sam were- Which means- The kitchen table cracks under Kara's fingers but the words don't come. What is she supposed to say? Hi Alex, I really missed you, by the way your girlfriend is possibly cheating on you with my wife who, funny story, is only actually married to me because your girlfriend manipulated her into a binding religious marriage, potentially in order to free herself up so that she could be official with you. Any chance she's mentioned any of that? No? What comes out of her mouth is: "How dare you." Sam crosses her arms, those sleeves still pulled down around her fingers, takes another step into the kitchen. "I think I know what this looks like," she says. "And it's not. It's not what you think." Kara doesn't know what she thinks. Something about Sam's anxiety and the confusion on Alex's face is sounding an alarm, and it’s an alarm that sounds an awful lot like doubt, but the anger is louder. Anger, in Kara's recent experience, is always louder. And now it's building behind her eyes, and she knows it shows because Sam starts to move between her and Alex and somehow that makes it all worse because now it's the shame that's louder and Kara can hardly hear her own thoughts over all that noise. "I have to go," she chokes out. "I'm sorry. Alex, I-" I'll call, she wants to say. "I'm sorry," she says instead. She can smell the milk burning on the stove as she leaves, can hear Alex calling after her, demanding Sam go after her, demanding she come back. "Let her go," Sam murmurs. Kara passes out of earshot. Well, not really. But she's got enough distance that she can put it out of her head. Enough distance that she can, if she chooses, listen to nothing but the wind, and her shame, and the hammering of her own heart.

#packing can wait #THIS WAS SO HARD TO WRITE #interpersonal drama is NOT my forte #Fake Marriage AU

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lilysdaydreams · 4 years

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The Artist and The Musician

→ I do not claim to know corpse- therefore please don’t think that this is what he would actually act like, or that any details about his life are actually true. this is fiction.

→ Pairing: Corpse Husband X Fem!Reader

→ Genre: Fluff.

→ Words: 5.6k

→ Request: Hey! It’s me again lmao I was curious maybe like sykunno or raes little sister (like 2 or 3 years younger) meets the group and her and corpse just click. How would either of them react to them hearing the news that their little sis is dating corpse and like they’ve moved in together and everything idk I thought it’d be cute💛

→ Warnings: Swearing.

→ Authors Note: Its been a hard couple of weeks and im really sorry that this took so long to be done but depression rlly hit me and I could barely move myself. I hope you enjoy this, and if you do, please comment some words of encouragement or feedback 💛

→ if you have some spare change , consider buying me a coffee.

You sighed as you finally dropped the last box in your new room, stretching to get rid of the pains in your back. Grabbing your phone, you moved over to Sykkunos room, knocking before sticking your head in.

"You want subway?" you asked when he looked up from the computer. He nodded with a quick smile, and as you closed the door behind you, you could hear him talking to the stream, letting them know that it was just his sister. Quickly ordering on Ubereats, you slumped on the sofa, closing your eyes and resting for a bit.

You had decided to move in with Sykkuno a month ago, the same week you'd decided to drop out of college. It wasn't something your parents were happy with, but after seeing how big your art and business had gotten, they had let you drop out. You'd dropped out and moved to LA, moving into an apartment with Sykkuno since he had to leave the OTV house. Sykkuno had moved in a week earlier which was why his room and computer was all set up. You'd only moved in today, spending a few weeks at home with your parents before leaving for LA. Stretching, you grabbed your phone, checking how long it would be until the food came, and then clicking on Instagram. Your most recent post was of this morning, a photo of you sitting on top of half the boxes in your room, throwing a peace sign at the camera. Sykkuno had taken it for you, the whole process taking 10 minutes cuz you made him take it at 45 different angles. Scrolling through the comments, you liked a few, replying to the ones by your best friends.

@selinaissss: "HOW DARE YOU LOOK THIS PERFECT AT 8 IN THE MORNING????"

→ @junefarie: i look like a racoon dont u dare

@onlyalyssa: "we need a house tour"

→ @junefarie: bitch I dont even have a bed yet

You grabbed the subway order when the bell rang, saying a quick thank you to the delivery man. You left yours on the table, and went to Sykkunos room, yelling "Sykkuno catch!" before throwing it at him, giggling as he leapt forward from his chair to catch it. Closing the door softly behind you, you jumped onto the couch, sitting cross-legged, grabbing your sketchbook and pencils from your backpack and setting them on your lap. It was time to wind down a bit.

It was a week later and you had unpacked fully, now focusing more on creating new pieces of art for a shop update. You were also working on some designs specifically for shirts and hoodies. Sykkuno found you in front of your computer, blanket wrapped around you and glasses perched on your nose as you emailed the manufacturer you were working with for the hoodies.

"Un, y/n?" he said hesitantly knocking on the door. You spun around in your chair, raising your eyebrows at him. "What's up?"

He walked in, sitting down gingerly on the edge of the bed and you got your water from the table, taking a sip as you wait for him to talk.

"I um- You know how I- I play Among Us right?" he asked, scratching his neck.

You hummed in response, urging him on with a nod. Sykkuno was almost never this nervous around you. Most of the time, you guys talked normally, joking and teasing each other. For him to be stuttering around you, he must have been extremely nervous.

"Well, you know Rae right? She um, she asked me to make a lobby," he said, standing up and pacing now. You furrowed your brows, confused as to where this was going.

He was explaining what a lobby was (which what the fuck, you watched his streams, of course you knew what a lobby was, why was he explaining that) when you cut him off, getting up and grabbing his shoulders to stop him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you asked, holding his shoulders with both your hands.

He sighed and slumped into you, his head coming to a rest on your shoulder.

"Rae asked me to make a lobby and it's the first time I've ever made one and I'm really nervous about it. I've already invited people, but um I was wondering if you wanted to join as well? I- It would help me to have you there." he muttered, the words muffled as he spoke into your shoulder.

"Me?" you asked, a little shocked because you had never played among us before.

He nodded against your shoulder.

"Um sure!" you said, wrapping your arms around his middle, "It'll be fun!"

"And hey," you added on when he didn't say anything after that, "I can meet all your friends as well!"

He finally lifted his head a little, smiling as he muttered out a quick "Thanks y/n."

"However," you added, jumping back onto your seat and wiggling your eyebrows at him. "You have to buy me pizza for tonight's dinner."

He chuckled, grabbing his phone and already mutterng the order to himself as he opened up the ubereats app and walked out of the room.

You turned back to the laptop humming a tune under your breath. From interactions like this, most people would probably assume that you were older but the truth was that Sykkuno was 5 years older than you. Your roles were reversed and you were probably more protective over him than anyone else. Once in high school a girl had called him cute and asked him for his number only to write it on the bathroom walls. After the first three prank calls, you'd taken the phone from him yelling at anyone who called that if they called again, that you'd personally track them down and shove a dildo up their ass.

Both of you had always been close, but with the amount of bullying and teasing he got in high school, you'd got even closer, eventually becoming his best friend in a way. Seeing Sykkuno grow as a person, get new friends who were genuinely nice and kind made you the happiest person alive. When Sykkuno had first started streaming you'd been worried, scared that people online would say something mean. When he had first started streaming with other streamers and then met Lily and all his other friends, you had been anxious, worrying that they might only be putting up a friendly facade. You were also the happiest though when he grew even closer to them, when he smiled more, laughed more, talked more.

You had yet to meet or talk to any of his friends, mostly because you'd been in college, and the pandemic had made it harder. Maybe it was finally time.

The day came and you sat in your room, once again a blanket wrapped around you, glasses perched on your nose as you accepted the discord invite Sykkuno sent you.

"DO I GO IN THE CHAT THINGY?" you yelled to Sykkuno, hearing a "YES" before clicking on the voice chat.

You mumbled a "hello", wondering if your mic was on.

"Hey, yeah I can hear you y/n."

Breathing a sigh of relief, you logged into the game, smiling as you heard sykkuno introduce you to his chat. "Hi everyone," you said, feeling a bit weird only talking to a screen. You rubbed your hands, a little nervous to be doing this.

Just then someone else joined and before you could even speak another three people joined as well, all of them yelling hello as they joined.

"He- Hey guys, how's everyone doing?" started sykkuno.

"Im doing great oh my god, guess what guys, I'm-" started Rae, cutting herself off. "wait, whos um "ms snores a lot"?

You were a bit confused for a second, furrowing you eyebrows for a second before realising what had happened.

"SYKKUNO YOU ASSHOLE WHAT THE FUCK?" you yelled, staring at the name underneath the voice channel that you now realised belonged to you. You could hear Sykkunos laughter from the other room but you just spluttered indignantly. He was the one who had set up everything on your computer yesterday because technology was something that you rarely messed around with.

"Sykkunooo" you whined, when he kept laughing, "How the fuck do I change it now?"

"Um wait, sykkuno who is this?" asked Rae, the other three echoing her. You glanced at the names and from the voices figured out that it was Rae, Toast, Sean and Corpse in the lobby.

"Hey okay, so guys this is my sister, her names y/n and we recently moved in together, so I asked her to be in the lobby because... um.." he said stuttering at the end to find a reason.

"Because he wanted to embarrass me apparently!" you exclaimed, giving him a way out.

"Oh god, um - you can change it in settings, at the bottom near where your name is."

"Ahhh," you said finding it and then simply typing in your art business name.

"Its nice to meet everyone by the way," you started. "I've been watching your videos for ages so it almost fels like I already know you"

Raes voice started in your ears and you winced at the volume befoe turning it down a bit.

"I would love to say that Sykkuno has told us a lot about you, but the truth is that he keeps a lot of secrets and I didnt even know he had a sister, I AM SO SHOCKED RIGHT NOW"

You gasped. "Sykkuno what the fuck, you didn't even tell Rae?"

"You told me not to tell a lot of people!" he protested.

You heard someone saying "they're so different!' but you ignored it and kept talking.

"Yeah at the start! and on stream! I can't believe you never even said you had a sister." you spluttered out, followed by another gasp.

"Are you embarrassed of me?" you whispered dramatically.

"N-What no of course not!" he exclaimed, and you could also imagine how wide his eyes would have gotten.

You giggled before telling him that you were only joking.

"Um since sykkuno is embarrassed of me," you said jokingly, "I'll just tell you myself."

"I'm like five years younger than sykkuno, I'm a June baby, I do art, my star sign is cancer, I'm 5'4, I recently moved in with sykkuno, and my favourite colour is purple!"

"Oh is that why your username is junefarie? Because you were born in June?" asked Sean.

Before you could say yes, someone else cut in.

"Wait, junefarie?" asked corpse, "like the artist?"

Your eyes widened as you realised that he knew you. Sure you had quite a few followers, but you never expected any of Sykkunos friends to know you from there.

"Um yeah," you said letting out a shocked laugh, "I didnt expect anyone here to know about me."

"Dude, your art is fire!" he exclaimed, voice louder now. "I was honestly thinking of buying a piece soon, I've followed you for ages!"

"Wait, I wanna see as well." whined Rae, "Ima look you up, are you on Instagram?"

"Um," you said still shocked by the fact that somone this big knew you. "yeah I'm on instagram, its just junefarie." you said first replying to Rae, "Um corpse, thankyou so much! thats so nice of yo!"

"Um my art isn't that great yet," you chuckled, embarrassed by all the attention now. "I'm hoping to improve a lot more and I have a bunch of ideas for it as well. I'm hoping to work more now that I moved in with Sy."

"Oh my god, this is amazing," whispered Rae, Toast and Sean echoing her. You ducked your head even though no one could see you. Your cheeks were blazing hot and you pressed your hands to them to cool yourself down.

"Thankyou," you mumbled, not sure what to say.

Someone else entered the lobby, and said "hi" and you welcomed the source of distraction.

"Hi! I'm Sykkunos sister, y/n!" you said , wanting to move away from the topic of your art.

The reply of "sykkuno has a SISTER?" made everyone laugh, successfully moving the attention to Sykkuno and off your art. Finally Sykkuno started the game and you breathed as you lost yourself in the art of gaming.

"OH MY GOD!" yelled Rae as the game ended and everyone appeared in the lobby. "That was like amazing, Y/N I cant belive you pulled that off!"

She was talking about the last game where there was 50/50 between corpse and Sykkuno (because you refused to kill sykkuno when you were imposter) and you somehow managed to convince Sykkuno that it was Corpse.

"Honestly, neither can I!" you exclaimed back staring at your screen, eyes blurring the screen because of how tired you were.

"I can't believe Sykkuno," mumbled corpse. "I literally said I saw her vent and kill toast and Sykkuno was still like "hmmm, I don't think so."

Giggling at Sykkunos yell of "SHES MY SISTER" you yelled out a bye as everyone started leaving and then struggled to find a way to end the call.

"Wait, how do I end it," you muttered to yourself.

You jumped as Corpse talked, not expecting anyone to be there.

"You can see yoru name at the bottom left right? Its above that but a little to the right." he said chucling a little.

"Oh." you said, you cheeks heating up. You didnt know if it was because of him or because you were utterly useless with technology.

"Um thankyou," you said awkwardly.

"No problem."

You exited out of the call, a small smile at your lips.

Sykkunos friends were nice.

After the stream, your fanbase grew, and with it, the number of orders as well. For the next week, you were buried under orders, only leaving the house to go to the post office.

An Instagram post on @junefarie account:

[ID: A photo of y/n and sykkuno standing in the middle of the living room, packages scattered everywhere. Y/n is hugging Sykkuno tight and Sykkuno is staring at the camera, a distressed look on his face.]

Caption: Thankyou so much for all my supporters and all the love shown to me. Sending out loads of orders and I cant wait for you gusy to get yours! Special thanks to @sykkuno for helping me send out orders. luv yu.

Comments:

@Sykisacutie: best sibling duo!

@valkyrae: hope my order is in their as well.

→ I SCREAMED WHEN SY TOLD ME THAT WAS YOUR NAME.

@corpse_husband: sykkuno looks like he's accepted death.

→ @sykkuno: I would have welcomed death at that point

→ @corpse_husband @sykkuno: okay ill be honest, I would have welcomed death as well.

@ariesin: go best friend, go! we need to get together to paint soon !!

→ SOONNNNNN

You flopped onto your bed, every part of your body hurting. Carrying boxes filled with orders down the stairs had tired your whole body, which wasn't used to any exercise at all. That had taken practically the whole day and then you had to clean your room because the mess from the orders had barely left any room to move. You flung your hand to the side, grabbing your phone from the table and bringing it up to your face. The "1:02" was clearly visible on your screen and you unlocked the phone, heading to Twitter. Scrolling through your feed, you liked a few tweets from friends before gearing yourself up and moving to the messages. Ever since you'd played with Corpse, Sykkuno and everyone, you'd been getting a lot of messages. Most of them were just the streamers fans, asking you if you know them or telling you to take care of sykkuno. There were a few though that targeted you, telling you that your art sucked, that they didn't know why Corpse could like my art. You'd taken to deleting them before sleeping so that your inbox wouldn't get cluttered and you could still find any serious requests or messages from your followers. Therefore, you didn't really think anything of it when there was another message from someone with a Corpse icon and you clicked on it only to see the message and gasp, immediately sitting up in bed.

Corpse_Husband → Hey, I was wondering if I could work with you on something? I really love your art and was wanting to commission or collaborate for an album cover or some merch designs. Message me on this number cuz I barely see my dms.

Underneath was a number.

"Oh my god," you whispered, unsure as to what to do.

When you had decided to drop out of college, you had expected hard days. You had expected your normal orders and mostly just improving your art and marketing it more. You had expected long days and not much money in the bank account. You certainly had not expected the immense amount of orders you'd gotten. Along with that, the amount of love and support had taken you by surprise and you had spent the last night crying because of how much love you and your art were getting.

You had also not expected such a big opportunity just landing at your feet.

Quickly you clicked on the number, putting it in your contacts with the name Corpse and then writing a quick message.

"Hey I got your twitter dm! I've personally never done art for merch or album covers but I would love the opportunity!"

You bit your lip, confused as to whether that was enough before deciding it was fine and just sent it.

Your heart beat a little faster as you slumped back onto the bed.

@junefarie Instagram story:

[ID: A zoomed-in picture of a drawing, the only part that was visible was curly hair. The text read: "Working on something SO COOL"]

Your phone was ringing. Stuffing the rest of the pizza in your mouth, you swept your hand over the covers of your bed, trying to find it. With a muttered "aha", you grabbed it and swiped on the call before it ended. Pressing the phone to your ear, you mumbled a "hello", still chewing the pizza bite.

A low rapsy voice came out of the speaker, one that you definitely didn't expect. You choked on the pizza, coughing out pieces onto the bed. Sure you guys had messaged each other a bit (you kinda had to because of the commission), but you hadn't expected him to call out of nowhere.

"Um I hope this isn't a bad time," he said when you didn't respond for a second. Of course, he didn't exactly know that hearing his voice so close to your ear had you frozen for a second.

"Um no," you replied, coughing slightly to clear your throat. "It's fine! What did you wanna talk about?"

"Oh, um I know you're already working on the commission and its looking great! I can't wait to work with the merch team to create something really cool with it, but um-" he broke off for a second sounding hesitant. "I really wanna get another commission done as well."

"Oh?" you said after a second when he didn't reply. "I'd be happy to do another one for you!"

"Uh yeah, but I'm afraid that I might be a bit late, You see I was wondering if it could be done before Christmas?"

You sucked in a breath as you counted the days in your mind.

"Hmm, it depends on how big it is tbh. There's still 2 weeks to go till Christmas so I could fit it in," you mumbled, biting your lip as you remembered the onslaught of orders you still had to send out.

"Well," he started and you smiled a little as the excitement crept into his voice. "You know that Sykkuno, Rae, Toast and me are called the 4 Amigops right? I kinda wanted a portrait of all 4 of us, in our um among us colors, and I basically wanted to print it out and send to each of them for Christmas."

"Aww, that sounds like such a good idea, I'm sure they'll all love it!" you smiled, thinking about how much Sykkuno would appreciate that.

"Uh thanks," he mumbled, "do you think you can get it done?"

"Sure!" you replied immediately. You did have a lot of orders, yes, but like, you could fit Corpse in. If you pulled a few all-nighters. "I'll send you the sketches soon okay?"

"Oh thank god, thankyu so much for this y/n, I really appreciate it. Youre one of my favourite artists and I'm really happy that I could finally commisison you after so long."

"So long?" you questioned. "Since when have you known about my art?"

There was a moment of silence and then "Um, around the time you still posted your sketches and stuff I guess?"

You furrowed your eyebrows thinking for a second before letting out a gasp.

"Corpse that was 4 years ago!"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, oh my god, I cant believe you've seen those, I was so bad then!"

"No no, they were really good at that time as well! I was so shocked when Sykkuno told us you were his sister because like, I'd been following you for ages and I had absolutely no idea. You guys are like really different."

"Hah yah, Sykkunos so soft, and then there's me. An actual devil."

"Your usernames so different as well! I remember when I first saw a picture of you on your account and I was kind of shocked because based on the name junefarie, I was expecting someone very soft I guess but then you were literally the opposite and wearing actual devil horns."

"Oh god, that was one of the first few photos I posted of myself. that was on Halloween I think,", you took a deep breath still shocked that Corpse had known about you for that long,

"Yeah, I chose junefarie because...”

It was 2 hours later when Corpse said that he should probably be working on his music.

"Oh I'm so sorry," you apologized, "I didn't mean to keep you,"

"Oh no, I um, I liked talking to you."

Your breath caught for a moment and you smiled like a lunatic at your Pokémon covered bedsheets.

"I liked talking to you as well," you whispered out, heart sinking a little as you realized the call would be ending soon.

"Um, do you, maybe want to stay on call? like I'll just be writing and we can just chill?" he asked and you felt like your prayers had been answered.

"yes" you said quickly, not giving him a chance to back out.

He chuckled, and you fell in love a little.

Just a little.

You continued like that, calling each other every few days, talking so much and then at times, not talking at all, simply content with each others company.

He had even started facetiming you, the first time with a mask and then the second without it. You hadn't made a big deal about it, but the first time you saw him, you could barely breathe.

There were five days left until Christmas when you got the idea.

You were entirely not subtle about it, because, well to be honest, there wasn't a subtle bone in your body.

"Hey Corpse, do you like surprises?" you had asked, in the middle of colouring Raes hair (her hair was the last thing left before you could finally print the goddamn thing)

"It depends," he had murmured after a second, voice sending shivers down your spine like every time. Now whether that was because of his voice or because of him, you weren't entirely sure.

"on what?" you prodded when he refused to answer.

"On whether its a good one or a bad one" he had huffed out.

You had hummed, waited for a second and then blurted out that next question because you did not have a cent of patience.

"So what are you doing at Christmas?"

"Sleeping, if I can manage it," he replied, his voice taking on a sardonic tone, eyes flicking to you on the screen. The only thing he could see though was the top of your head because you had your iPad on the bed and were laying over it as you drew.

"Not with that attitude you aren't," you replied right back, making a small smile appear across his face.

"Hmmm, okay!" you said when he didn't reply.

He looked back over, eyebrows furrowed and mouth opening as he started to question you.

"Hey did you see the video I sent you?" you quickly asked distracting him from his question.

He would probably guess the surprise but that was okay. You only wanted to make a smile appear on his face. And honestly, for someone with anxiety, a small warning of a surprise was definitely needed.

It was Christmas day and you woke Sykkuno up at 6 in the morning with the promise that you'd buy him McDonald's. 30 minutes later, you were both in the car, yelling the lyrics to "All I want for Christmas" at the top of your lungs.

You had told sykkuno of your plan a few days ago and he had smiled at you with that stupid smile, agreeing with a small "alright."

You'd immediately realised that he knew. Even though you pretended otherwise, Sykkuno was the older one and the thing about older siblings was that they always knew.

They always knew.

So there you were, snacks loaded into your car, McDonald's fries practically everywhere, and a cake you had made in the backseat, on your way to Corpses house.

There was a lull in the music, and you were only 30 minutes away from his place, butterflies fluttering in your stomach when Sykkuno asked you a question.

"You like him right?" he murmured, head leaning against the window, eyes closed.

There was a moment of silence as you thought about what to say. Did you like Corpse? Of course, you liked Corpse! He was funny, he was nice, he made you feel like you were the only person that mattered and your heart beat faster than ever whenever he looked at you. Hell, that was through a screen, in real life, it would probably be even worse. So of course you liked him! The question was, did he like you back?

"Yeah," you answered Sykkuno, eyes straight on the road.

A second passed and then he smiled. "Good," he replied. and well. That was that. You sighed.

At least you had your brothers blessing.

Pulling into the apartment building, you breathed in, your heart beating a million times a second and the butterflies in your stomach had turned into snakes. Maybe, maybe this wasn't a good idea at all. I mean, you expected Corpse to get the hint but what if he didn't? and what if he didn't want you to come? Maybe you were being too quick. After all, It'd only been a month since you'd met.

These thoughts plagued your mind as you trudged up the stairs, turning to Sykkuno as you reached the door.

"Maybe we shouldn't have come," you whispered to him.

He looked at you, eyebrows high, "We just travelled two hours to get here. There's no way im going back without at least giving him the print."

"What if he doesn't want us to be here?" you hissed.

"Then we'll go away." he stated, "after we give him the print."

"But what if-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, the door opened and you both jumped, turning to face the person standing in the doorway.

You forced yourself to breathe as you finally saw him. It was him. Wearing a black beanie, half his hair spilling out the sides, stubble clear on his chin... it was him. At that moment, there was only one thought in your mind.

You were gonna marry this man.

"You suck at whispering," he said, and you huffed out a laugh, jumping onto him without even responding. You wrapped your arms around him, not letting go until Sykkuno cleared his throat from behind you.

You turned back immediately, grabbing the stuff in Sykkunos hands so he could greet Corpse too. As they awkwardly did their handshake/fistbump thing, you walked over to the couch behind them, putting down the print and the takeaway bags, and putting the cakebox down on the table.

You turned around to see them both standing there staring at you.

"Surprise?" you said when no one else spoke. That broke the ice a little and you grabbed the print from the couch thrusting it at Corpse.

"Open it. Open it. Open it." you mumbled, your heart beating fast as he carefully ripped the paper off. The smile that overtook his face made your heart immediately calm.

"It's beautiful," he whispered, eyes roaming everywhere, trying to take it all in. Clearing his throat, he nodded his head further into the apartment, mumbling that he was going to put it in the room, eyes still on the print as he walked there.

"You smile is gonna blind me," muttered Sykkuno.

"Oh shut up."

A few hours later, you stood in the kitchen, putting the leftover cake into Corpses fridge. You had all chilled, eating cake and the takeout that you and sykkuno had bought, laughing every few minutes. It felt like you were all on an adrenaline rush. You had facetimed Rae and Toast, Rae shrieking when she realised where you guys were. Sykkuno had just fallen into a nap, still tired from being wakened up so early, you assumed.

You leaned against the kitchen bench, smiling as Corpse walked in.

"Thankyou." he said as he came to a stop next to you, matching your position.

"For what?" you mused, even though you had a good enough idea.

"For the print. For coming here. For making my Christmas, a much happier affair than it has been my whole life." he stated, chuckling at the last point.

You turned your head sideways, and you didn't know what it was, but something about his face made you spurn into action. You grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and kissed him before he could even say anything. It would be too cliche to say that fireworks erupted. And if you were being honest they didn't. Instead, it felt like everything was finally right. You fit perfectly in his arms as they wrapped themselves around you, and you smiled into the kiss as he lifted you up, making you sit at the counter. You twirled the hair at the nape of his neck with your left hand, taking a deep breath in as you both slowed down and pulled away.

"Well," he whispered, "that was unexpected."

You raised a single eyebrow. Honesty you'd done a lot for this relationship. You just drove for nearly 3 hours! If he wanted it to progress, he was gonna have to say it himself.

"But not unwelcome," he continued when you didn't speak. A moment passed, where you could see that he was psyching himself up to say something. Finally, with a heaving sigh, he whispered "Darling, would you do me the honour of being called yours?"

You melted right there.

A nod was all he needed before he grabbed your lips with his again, both of you giggling when he accidentally hit the side of your mouth instead of the lips.

The sound of a picture being taken filled the air, making you spring apart and swing your heads over to the doorway, which had sykkuno leaning against it, his phone in his hand.

"Thank god. Rae and Toast bet that you wouldn't confess until after Christmas, so now they both owe me 20 bucks." he said, now fiddling on the phone. "Dont worry Corpse, I'll add a circle over your face or something."

Your mouth dropped open as you stared at your brother.

"You bet on my love life?" you scoffed, still shocked.

At his nod though, you swung off the bench, marching until you were eye to eye to him.

"I want half the winnings."

Rolling his eyes, he turned back to the living room, jumping onto the sofa.

"C'mon, let's watch one more episode before heading back," he said and you jumped in next to him, patting the space next to you as Corpse came in behind you.

You grabbed Sykkunos hand and squeezed it, letting him know that you were grateful that he didn't make it such a big deal. Leaning your head on corpses shoulder, you smiled to yourself.

You'd have to leave in 30 minutes, to drive back to your parents and spend the rest of Christmas with them, leaving Corpse behind. And that made you a bit sad sure, but it couldn't overpower the feeling of pure happiness at being here. At giving him a happier Christmas. You smiled as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Nothing could overpower this feeling of absolute happiness.

fin.

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rebelwrites · 3 years

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Restoration

Jax Teller x Daughter Reader

“You gonna actually behave for your father this week?” You mum asked as you packed your bag.

“Maybe, depends if he pisses me off or not” you shrugged.

The thing was your mum and dad split about 4 years ago, a year after Abel was born. They had you at a young age, at 15 to be precise, you was now 18 and had seen their relationship completely fall apart, you saw how he treated your mum towards the end of the relationship and you hated it, you hated how he made your mum feel, how you saw the whole thing. However you were grateful Abel was still too young to understand what was going on.

“Y/N please, I know you don’t get along with him but he is your dad at the end of the day” mum sighed.

“Not gonna change my opinion on him” you laughed.

Even though your parents weren’t together anymore they never actually filed for a divorce.

“Just try” mum said placing her hand on your shoulder “for Abel at least, it’s hard enough on him as it is”

“And it’s not hard for me mum” you spat “try going through school where everyone is obsessed with the sons, constantly badgering me about them, about dad, asking if the fucking rumours are true”

You knew that your mum wasn’t completely innocent in the whole relationship break down. So you had an attitude with them both.

The drive to Teller-Morrow was silent, neither you or your mum spoke because you were your father’s daughter at the end of day, your mum always said it was like having a female Jax in the house, the way you held yourself, your attitude, your temper. So no words were spoken just for Abel’s sake, he didn’t need to see his sister and mum biting each other’s heads off.

Climbing out of the car, you grabbed your bag from the boot, before wandering off to find your uncles, at least you had a good relationship with them, it was just the relationship with your dad that was rocky.

You didn’t get it, he was such a good father to Abel, but with you it was a different story, one of his biggest regrets was you seeing the breakdown happen, all the arguments that happened when you were younger. Since then you saw the man that you once saw as your hero as the bad guy.

“Hey kiddo” Jax grinned, opening his arms to you.

“Whatever dad” you huffed walking by him, dumping your bag on the picnic bench before placing a cigarette in your mouth.

“She’s in a mood, sorry Jax” you heard mum say, making you roll your eyes. “Give her a couple of days and she should calm down”

“She’s so much like me it’s scary” he sighed as he watched you laugh with Tig and Happy.

“If you’re gonna talk about me can you at least go somewhere where I can’t bloody hear you” you snapped not looking at them.

Jax knew that with both his kids being here with him for the week, he was going to try his hardest to mend the bridges that had once been burnt. He wanted nothing more than getting his little girl back.

“I will speak with her” Jax nodded as he took Abel into his arms, who was grinning at the sight of his daddy.

At least one of his kids didn’t hate him.

However he had a plan, he knew you loved bikes, so he had one sat in the garage waiting to be restored and he was hoping it was something you could do together and then he could teach you to ride. He knew it wouldn’t magically fix the relationship but at least it would give you a memory that wasn’t bad.

Your mum had now left, which meant you were stuck with your dad for the next week, no doubt it would be a week of you looking after Abel, it always was when you were here, the club came before you. It always had and always would.

“Table in 5” Jax shouted as he walked into the club, he didn’t miss the eye roll that came from you, he knew what you thought, you had only been here 10 minutes and he was putting the club before you. But this time would be different.

“Okay so everyone knows my relationship with Y/N is very much on the rocks right now” Jax sighed running his hand over his face. “And I know it’s my fault and I want to fix that, so this week I only want to be involved in club business if the shit has hit the fan. Anything else speak to Chibs, I need to fix things with my little girl before it is too late”

Everyone nodded, they knew how much Jax loved you, you was his first born at the end of the day and it killed him knowing that you hated him.

“Anything we can do to help we are here” Happy nodded.

“Thanks Hap but this is something I need to do on my own, I created this mess so I need to fix it” Jax sighed “If it can be fixed”

It was now Wednesday and Jax still hadn’t made any progress, the bike lay untouched in the garage, and you hadn’t spoken more than a few words a day to him.

“Uncle Hap am I being a bitch?” You sighed looking up at him as you lit a smoke.

“Honestly kiddo, I know where you are coming from but he is the only dad you are gonna get” Happy said placing his hand on yours. “I know the reasons you have for hating Jax but he misses his little girl, I’m not saying forgive him straight away but stop shutting him out”

“I miss my dad” you sighed “but you didn’t hear me say that”

“My lips are sealed” Happy nodded “you know he took a step back from the club this week to spend time with you and Abel”

“I didn’t know” you sighed running your hand over your face.

“I think he wants to restore a bike or something with you” Hap smiled kissing your head “he’s in the garage”

Trudging into the garage with your head hung low, you felt guilty about how you went off at dad this morning.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled, not looking up.

You heard him sigh and his footsteps getting closer to you.

Talk about irony, the radio had started playing bad husband, scoffing as dad placed his hand on your shoulder.

You can be a liar and a good father A good dad, but a bad husband

“Guess the song is 90% right” you sighed “you are a good father to Abel at least”

“Hey look at me kiddo” Dad said lifting your chin. “My biggest regret in life was letting you see all the fights between me and your mum. I know that has done so much damage to our relationship but I never stopped loving your or your mum okay”

You stayed silent, you didn’t know what to say.

Forever be a hero in my eyes, But there’s always another side. To a good father. A great dad, but a bad husband

“Look me and your mum still love each other and we probably always will” he sighed “we just don’t work well together okay but that doesn’t mean I stopped loving you”

All I want is for us not to hurt. And it’s been an exhaustive search to find the words

The song was basically saying everything you couldn’t.

But I’m not so sure how to close this. I just don’t know how some people can be so good At one thing and so fucked at a whole ‘nother, shit, it’s no wonder

You both just stood there not saying a word as Jax pulled you into his arms holding you tight.

“I’m not saying we have to go back to being as close as we once were but I want a chance, a chance to mend the bridges I burnt, I want to be in your life and not as someone you hate” Jax whispered.

Nodding your head, you sniffed as a tear fell down your cheek, this was the most you had talked in a year. All you wanted to hear over the past year was that your dad still loved you.

“You don’t have to say anything yet sweetheart” dad whispered kissing your head “now what do you say to helping your old man fix this bike up and then I would like it if you let your old man teach you how to ride”

“I’d like that” you mumbled.

The next few days flew by and your mum had arrived to pick you and Abel up. Pushing yourself off the bench you walked over to her with a slight smile on your face.

“Come on, let’s get you home” mum said.

Glancing over to your dad you smiled softly before turning back to your mum.

“Actually mum, I think I’m gonna stick around here a bit longer” you nodded feeling Jax place his hand on your shoulder squeezing it softly. “I wanna stay with dad, we still have a bike to finish”

Your mum stood staring at you, confusion spread all over her face.

“You want to willingly stay?” She questioned

“Yup” you nodded.

“Who are you and what have you done with my daughter?” She laughed before turning to Jax “you okay with her staying?”

“Course I am” he beamed at the fact you wanted to stay with him longer.

As soon as you said bye to your mum, you headed back into the garage leaving Jax stood there in his own world.

“Come on dad the bike isn’t gonna fix its self” you laughed rolling your sleeves up.

The hours flew by and you was both covered in grease, Chibs walked outside hearing all the laughter coming from the garage, a smile formed on his face as he snapped a photo of the two of you before walking back into the club house.

“Okay a know normally a would bring this ta table but no one is to disturb Jackie Boy, a don’t care wha it is, if it’s club business, Ye arms fallen off or Ye are on fire, ye come ta me” Chibs smiled leaning against the bar. “Tha is until further notice, this is wha they both need”

Everyone nodded in agreement, it was nice to see you and Jax not at each other’s throats and they knew that the fact you wanted to stay here meant you really wanted to rebuild the relationship

Standing back from the bike something clicked.

“Why does this bike look so familiar?” You asked.

“Well princess it was your grandads” Jax grinned draping his arm around your shoulder.

“JT’s” you said looking up and he nodded. “Wait and you are just letting me have once we have fixed her up?”

“That’s the plan” Jax laughed “he would have wanted you to have it and it’s better than it sitting gathering dust”

You were in awe, you knew how much this bike meant to him. Wrapping your arms around him you gave him a tight hug.

Neither of you talked about much other than the bike, outside of the garage you were slowly building things back up, you both knew it would take longer than a week but it was a start.

“So your mum says you’ve been getting into trouble at college?” He asked as you were packing the tools up.

“Meh” you shrugged “someone said something, I didn’t like it so I fucking punched them and broke there nose. No biggie”

Jax couldn’t help but smirk, you were exactly like him, in so many ways.

“You can’t say anything dad you taught me talking was boring when you can fight it out” just as you said it an idea popped into your head. Spinning round on the balls of your feet you grinned at your dad.

“No, nope happening” He laughed when he realised what you was thinking “me and you aren’t going at it in the ring” he chuckled.

“Why do you think you will lose old man” you taunted.

“Nope it’s not that” he said looking up “I am not boxing with my daughter”

“You’re just scared because you know I’m gonna beat your ass” you giggled squaring up to him.

He knew you weren’t gonna back down. You was a Teller at the end of the day.

“Fine but if you get hurt you are telling your mum it was your idea” Jax sighed in defeat.

And with that you ran off into the clubhouse to tell everyone.

It was now 7pm and Tig was wrapping your fists.

“You sure about fighting your dad kiddo?” He asked.

“Uncle Tiggy I’m sure” you nodded “we need this, well I need this. If I’m gonna let go of the past I need to do this”

“Okay then” he smiled kissing your fist “beat the shit out of your old man”

You were now standing face to face with your dad in the ring. He knew what was happening, and he wasn’t going to fight back, he had overheard what you said to Tig. So if beating the shit out of him was what you needed to forgive him then that is what he was going to let you do.

Punch after punch, you felt the anger flow through your fists, you were fuelled by every bad memory, everything he did and he just let the punches keep coming.

Your emotions got the better of you as you scream, pounding your fists against his chest as you burst into tears. As soon as this happened Jax wrapped his arms around you, dropping to his knees holding you tight.

“That’s it princess let it all out, all the anger, all the pain” he whispered rubbing your back. “I’m never gonna leave you okay, no matter what happens with me and your mum, you will always have your old man in your corner. My biggest regret is you saw everything happen, I never wanted you to feel like I loved Abel more than you, you are my little girl, my princess and I love you”

Once you had calmed down, you felt a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, you no longer felt an immense hatred towards your dad.

It had been a couple of days after the ‘fight’ and you had actually started to open up. The bike was finished and you were just putting the tools away.

“I want to drop out of college” you said “it’s really not for me, I struggle with the exams and coursework”

“You know whatever you decide I will support you” Jax smiled softly at you, hee knew where you was coming from, he was exactly the same when it came to tests and the theory behind things. “If you did drop out what would you do?”

“Actually I wanna be a mechanic” you said looking up. “Maybe I could work here”

“Why don’t you sleep on the idea and if you really want to drop out then we will get it all sorted” he said kissing your head. “Now what do you say we take her for a spin?”

“You think I’m ready for the roads” you laughed.

“You are a natural” he grinned tossing you your helmet “it’s in your blood”

The rest of the day was spent riding round the streets charming, a smile on your face and your relationship with your dad well on the road to being what it once was. Never in a million years you would have thought that restoring JT’s bike would actually restore your relationship as well.

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drwcn · 3 years

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《 Without Envy 》 storyboard 10 - concubine/sleeper agent!wwx & prince!lwj

Other snippets and storyboards can be found on [Master List]

Exactly 851 days - 2 years, 4 months and 11 days - after Wei Wuxian arrived at Gusu and began his mission as a sleeper agent, he was activated.

That chilly morning, he walked into the pastry shop - a front maintained by a decade-long Wen spy - a walk he'd done hundred of times on hundreds of mornings since he arrived. He breezed past the packaging counter, skipped through the faded cotton drapes, and rounded behind the back staircase to the room where Xue Yang always waited for him. Only this time, it was not just his candy-obsessed, murder-happy shidi, but a face he hadn't seen in many, many months. "...Shifu?" Wen Zhuliu's visit meant the end of his carefree days. It's time. That night, Wei Wuxian did not look at either Lan Wangji or Jiang Yanli when he bid "dianxia" and "Jiang-zhuzi" good night. He pretended to retire to bed early, after washing himself of his servant's exterior and donning his robes of night-black. He laid in the dark, waiting for time to pass, and reminded himself of his true purpose. He was never meant to care about these people; love these people. Jiang Yanli was not his doting foster sister; Lan Wangji was not his beloved wangye. I am Wei Wuxian of the great Qishan Wen. Nevernight is my home. I am a spy. Gusu is my enemy. Wei Wuxian kept his eyes closed, his breathing even, and his heartbeat slow. In the lonely quiet, he waited, and waited, and waited. Until the candlelight around the princely manor dimmed to nothing, until the night grew still and the moon shone bright and high in the dark, dark sky. Reaching under the floorboard beneath his bed, Wei Wuxian retrieved his life-long companion from its hiding place and released it from its sheath. "Hello, old friend." He whispered, stroking the blade edge. Suibian's steel glistened with cold malevolence in the stark, pale moonlight.

It would be another year before WWX's identity is discovered. During that time, he lived a double life. In the day, he was Lan Wangji's precious Wei Ying, and at night, he was the blade in Wen Ruohan's hand, stealing, killing and destroying on command. His assignments were not always murder; sometimes it required him to break into secure facilities and obtain copies of certain documents. He was never alone on these jobs; there was always someone convalescing with him from within. Slowly, he began to realize just how deep Wen Ruohan's spy network had infiltrated Gusu's foundation. In a way, it excited him, to know that the posturing and pretending would soon be over, that in the near future a quick war would sweep across the land and unite the two nations. In another way, it frightened him to the bones.

Wei Wuxian killed 37 individuals within the span of a year, 37 men and women of different ranks, status and stations. He did not always know why these people needed to die; in fact, he often didn't and preferred it that way. If he didn't know the motive, then he couldn't argue against the reason, and thus could go on believing that what Wen Ruohan did was ultimately for the betterment of everyone. The men of Gusu were weak - Wei Wuxian was always told - they were not fit to rule. The people of Gusu would be better served under a united empire. He repeated this statement to himself before every job, but over time, the mantra on his tongue began to lose its flavour.

In the meantime however, Lan Wangji and Jiang Yanli quickly formed a strong plan on how they wanted to live out the rest of their lives. Lan Wangji never quite enjoyed laying with women, but Jiang Yanli had just enough wickedness behind her demure exterior that things were... well, interesting. In any case, it was not long before she came to him all smiles and whispered the good news over luncheon .

"Truly?" Lan Wangji set down his chopsticks. "Hm uhm." Jiang Yanli dapped her mouth delicately. "Now, perhaps it's a good time to discuss how dianxia should go about winning A-Xian's affection. He's under the impression you've cast him aside on taishi's orders and has been giving him the cold shoulder." "I wasn't." Lan Wangji defended himself, distressed and slightly offended. "It's just, huangshu's been watching me like a hawk. I was afraid any further attempt to be closer to him would give my uncle reason to remove him from my household entirely." Jiang Yanli was sympathetic. "The summer hunt is in two week's time, and afterwards, since bixia always likes to finish the night on the river with fireworks, perhaps...." She let the sentence dangle, a knowing smile playing at her lips. Lan Wangji felt hope.

Unfortunately, a little hiccup happened before the hunt could take place. Jin Ziyan falsely believed that Wei Wuxian had fallen out of favour with Lan Wangji and was itching to show him his place. Poor Mo Xuanyu was caught in the middle. Jin Ziyan knew Wei Wuxian was an audacious one, but not so stupid that he could be easily goaded into committing a grave offence. Thus, Jin Ziyan planned to cause an incident in the garden whereby poor Mo Xuanyu would unwittingly "offend" him, and he would publicly announce a punishment that was harsher than necessary. He made sure that Jiang Yanli and Wei Wuxian were near by, as they usually took a mid-afternoon stroll after lunch. True to his predictions, Wei Wuxian could not stop himself for interfering on Mo Xuanyu's behalf. Then in their altercation, Jin Ziyan would fall into the pond, making it seem as though Wei Wuxian was the one who shoved him out of anger. Oh but a lowly servant shoving Hanguang-wang's deputy consort into the pond??! He was as good as dead. What's more, everything happened on the same afternoon that Lan Qiren was scheduled to visit Lan Wangji to discuss matters of court. If it was only Lan Wangji, Jin Ziyan knew Wei Wuxian would suffer little consequence, but taishi tolerated no insubordination or churlish behaviour of any kind.

Lan Qiren was incensed, livid, but he was not hasty to deal the punishment. Instead he turned to his nephew and asked, whilst fully knowing the answer, "Wangji, your household follows the regulations that govern all princely manors, does it not?" "It does, huangshu." "Then tell me what is the punishment reserved for a servant for daring to lay hands on a deputy consort and to cause physical harm to said consort?" "It....I - huangshu -" "What is the rule?" Lan Wangji knew very well that the punishment was death for any servant, maid or eunuch who dared to harm any member of the harem. But Wei Ying, his Wei Ying... "Wei Ying is very precious to Yanli and to Yunmeng-hou. As well..." Lan Wangji hesitated. "Yanli is with child again. It is still very early so we thought it best not to announce it lest we have a repeat of last time. It would not do to upset her at this time." Lan Qiren was extremely dissatisfied with his answer, but conceded for Jiang Yanli's sake. "I'm glad, Wangji, that you've found your way back to your proper companions. This Wei Wuxian clearly has been spoiled to the point of impropriety. His actions today are utterly unacceptable and cannot be allowed to go unpunished or else others would surely follow his example. Guards!" "Detain Wei Wuxian. Have him strung up on a post in the servants' courtyard and give him fifty lashes. No food nor drink. Sun or rain, he is not to be let down until dusk tomorrow." "Huangshu!" Lan Wangji's head buzzed, as though someone had struck him squarely in the temple. His chest felt tight, and his heart ached where it rebelled inside him. "Please -" "He has his life. That is mercy enough."

Wei Wuxian was stripped down to his trousers only and tied up to a post, his hands bound together above him and his bare feet never finding purchase on the ground no matter how he struggled. This fucking suck ass. Jin Ziyan you're a dead man. When all fifty lashes were dealt, even the guards were sweating through their robes. They left him dangling there in the blistering summer heat. A young maid dared to try and sneak him some water but was thwarted by an older momo. "What do you think you're doing, lassie? Did you not hear taishi, no food or drink until dusk tomorrow. Do you want lashes too? Go on! Go!" It rained hard all through the night, only easing up at dawn, but the aftermath of the storm left the air muggy and humid. Combined with the heat, it felt as though he was being steamed alive like a wheat bun. At some point during the second day, Wei Wuxian finally lost consciousness. He was not aware when Lan Wangji barged into the courtyard against Lan Qiren's explicit orders and cut him free.

Really tho, i just want this scene to happen (╹ڡ╹ ) "I'm sorry." Wei Wuxian blinked at Lan Wangji's hunched figure sitting at his bedside. "Whatever for? You saved me, dianxia." Lan Wangji, "But it was my attention that put you in such a position in the first place. Huangshu was looking for a reason to punish you since that day he saw us in my study." Wei Wuxian, "dianxia..." "I find you... lovely, Wei Ying," confessed Lan Wangji with a heavy sigh. His ears burned red not only with the embarrassment of a youth in love but with shame. "I wish for your company, even when you have no desire to be part of my harem. Now I know my mistake. I should have respected the boundaries. I should've known my attention on you would incite jealousy from the others, and as a servant, you have no means of protecting yourself. This is entirely my fault." Wei Wuxian's heart fluttered despite himself. He quickly shook his head. "No dianxia, please don't blame yourself -" Lan Wangji, "perhaps I should send you back to Jiang-fu; I'm sure Jiang-xiao-gongzi would be delighted to have your company back. You would be safe there." Jiang Wanyin had come to visit his sister the very next day after Wei Wuxian was sentenced to whipping. He was one of the most accomplishment young men of his generation, anticipated to be a great general. Nie Mingjue had thought highly of him and had expected great things from this youth. Though perhaps what the late feng-jun found truly commendable was Jiang Wanyin's complete lack of pretense and his short-fuse temper. That is to say, he did not hesitate to get in Lan Wangji's face. His sister would have chastised him, had she not been so preoccupied by her tears. Wei Wuxian, "Jiang...Jiang Cheng was here?" "He was, and he was very upset about your condition. He left many fine medicine and ointments for you." Lan Wangji sighed again. "I shall speak with Yanli. If she is amenable, then I shall make arrangements for you to go back to Jiang-fu. You would not have to put up with me any longer." Lan Wangji stood up. Wei Wuxian grasped his sleeve immediately. In that moment, he could not tell if his panic was derived from his worry that he would not be able to complete his assignment if Lan Wangji were to send him away or if he simply did not wish to part with the prince. "Dianxia - I - I don't want to leave. I - it's true I had once rejected you, but...would you think less of me if I said your attention … hasn't been unwanted for a while, that I have come to enjoy them." At Lan Wangji's widened eyes, Wei Wuxian continued quickly. "You need not give me anything, no elevation, no rank. I don't care about any of that. I am a man, I have no ability to give you children. Nor do I have any family who would benefit from your continued favour of me. I am an orphan, dianxia, I have no place to go. I just....don't send me away. Please let me stay! I'm not afraid of Jin Ziyan, or taishi, or anything!" Lan Wangji sat back down. His hand trembled when he laid it on top of Wei Wuxian's. "Wei Ying...?" Wei Wuxian smiled, still radiant despite his pale complexion. "Dianxia -" "Lan Zhan. No more dianxia, I only want to hear you call me by my name." Wei Wuxian flushed pink. The blush was real, as was the pleased little smile he tried to hide. "Lan Zhan, Wei Ying is yours, if you still want him." The worst part of that was that he meant it. Just the mere thought of being held by Lan Wangji, of being kissed by him, of... so many other wonderful possibilities, made Wei Wuxian want to hide his flaming face into his pillow. Lan Wangji smiled. Quietly, he lifted Wei Wuxian's hand and pressed a kiss to the inner side of his wrist. "Rest, I will be right here." Wei Wuxian felt his treacherous little heart soar: oh no … oh no no no no ….. (Xue Yang's voice in narration: and it was in this moment, that Wei Wuxian knew, he fucked up.) The cruellest thing Wei Wuxian ever did was give Lan Wangji hope knowing that one day he would take it all away.

#cql #the untamed #wangxian #without envy #corie fics #cql ficlet #i posted it and then immediately deleted it. I wanted to add some stuff

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pufflyhallows · 4 years

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Gif not mine

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: Business is going bad after the war and Fred is not feeling so great, so you decide to cheer him up with a special trip.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, language, tiny tiny bit of angst, still fluffy tho

a/n: this is my FIRST smut EVER so... be nice? also, Fred fucking LIVES bc I’m in denial forever lol

Word count: 4,3k

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You wanted to surprise Fred.

He had been feeling down lately. Ever since he and George reopened the shop after the war, things had been a little tough. The movement was still quite slow, given the fact that people were still recovering from the war, mourning their lost ones and starting new lives. It was a difficult time for everyone, and of course it affected Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes as well.

What ached your heart the most was the fact that there wasn’t much you could do to help him. Every day you watched as he took longer to get out of bed in the morning, how he sounded slower and quieter when talking to you and, the worst part, how he acted quite mechanic when doing his chores around the shop, the same ones he enjoyed so much in the past and had always gotten done with a bright smile on his face. And although he never stopped caring for you or being loving to you, the bedroom had become… inactive. And you missed it. You missed being intimate with your boyfriend, but every time you tried to initiate it, he would softly decline, claiming to be too tired. You believed it. You could see he was indeed exhausted. And not only physically, but mentally too. Perhaps the latter was actually the one weighing more.

George, however, was quite the opposite. He kept his optimism high and was always the first to wake up every morning, excited with the new day and new possibilities. He would often go out and promote the shop, talk to people and sometimes even manage to bring a customer in.

This big difference between them worried you. No, you did not expect the twins to act the same, but you hoped in secret that Fred would follow his brother’s steps and cheer up a bit.

Cheer up. Yeah. That was exactly what he needed. And what better way to cheer up someone than a surprise trip? That’s how you were going to take his mind off of work. With Hermione’s help, you planned a very romantic weekend trip out of town. You talked to George beforehand, of course, but he assured you he could take care of the shop by himself for two days. He agreed Fred needed this.

“It’s not like we’re getting many customers anyway,” he had said.

So, as Friday approached, you felt the excitement building up. You managed to act completely nonchalant around him, making sure he didn’t suspect a thing. It wasn’t a big, expensive hotel because you knew he would worry about money and that was the opposite of what you wanted for this trip. Hermione had helped you pick a small, comfy hotel that was quite charming and fit your pocket perfectly. You wanted to make sure Fred felt loved, cared for and relaxed. There was also a little extra surprise inside your suitcase that you really hoped he would like…

What you didn’t know was that Fred felt guilty. He reckoned he hadn’t been the boyfriend you deserved lately, but he couldn’t help it. The stress was almost eating him alive and his mind was always wandering back to the shop, worrying about its future. You had been so kind and patient with him, he knew you deserved better than that. The whole thing was snowballing and sometimes he couldn’t see it ending.

That Friday, when you got home from work, the shop was still open and there was actually a customer inside, talking with George. You felt relief wash over you, because you knew what that meant: Fred was probably in a good mood.

You walked straight to the flat, not daring to interrupt George, but you stopped in the middle of the stairs to watch. He was speaking with such enthusiasm, showing and explaining his products to the young boy, that it filled you with pride. You caught his eyes for a brief moment and noticed the smallest of smirks appear on his lips. Smiling back, you nodded at him. Fred was nowhere to be seen, though, so you went upstairs.

There was a delicious scent coming from the kitchen. The older twin was there, cooking. You smiled to yourself at the sight. His favorite The Weird Sisters record was playing somewhere in the flat, adding a familiar, comfortable feel to the whole scene. Fred’s back was facing you while he chopped… carrots? on the counter. He didn’t seem to notice your presence just yet, so you took advantage of that. Placing your bag on the nearest chair, you walked in quiet steps towards your boyfriend. The fresh mint aroma coming from him meant he had probably just showered. Oh, and how you missed showering with him.

You couldn’t refrain your smile from growing even bigger once you noticed Fred’s body was swinging from side to side, so imperceptibly that you almost missed it. Carefully, you wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your cheek on his back. You felt him tense up for a mere second before realizing who it was. He soon relaxed, letting go of the knife and placing his clean hand on yours.

“Didn’t hear you coming in,” he stated, voice low and raspy.

You hummed in response and placed a soft kiss on the nape of his neck. Fred turned around and briefly met your lips with his.

“It’s gonna take a while. Why don’t you go take a bath?”

“I will,” you nodded, running your hand from his chest to his shoulder and squeezing it gently. “How was your day?”

He shrugged. “Okay.”

“Okay”, you repeated. “Well, I hope I can make it better. I have a surprise for you after dinner.”

“A surprise?”

“Yes. I have an idea of how we can spend your days off.”

“Hm… Making plans already, are we?”

“Very good plans, yes. But you’ll have to wait until dinner.”

“Or you could tell me right now so I won’t have to.”

“But where’s the fun in that?”

You smirked and gave him another peck on the lips before rushing off the kitchen and leaving your boyfriend to his curiosity and imagination.

The warm bath made you think about a lot of things and you came to realize you were very lucky. The war was over and there you were, taking a bath in your boyfriend’s flat, the person you loved the most in the world. So many people lost their loved ones, their homes, their entire lives in that war. You knew you had many reasons to feel happy and should not take them for granted. Life was good for you right now, and you acknowledged it, promising to yourself that you were going to enjoy it the best you could, with Fred by your side.

George joined the two of you for dinner, which turned out to be the best you had in months. Not because of the food, although it was perfect, but because it felt like everything was back to normal, like all the meals you had shared before the war. Maybe it was the idea of a day off and the mention of a surprise from you, but you could see that Fred was already less gloomy or aloof.

After the meal, as if sensing you wanted to reveal your plans to Fred, George excused himself to his bedroom, claiming he still had to finish some work. You wished him goodnight, not missing the discrete wink he gave you.

“So…” you started, watching as Fred emptied his glass of pumpkin juice. “Remember when I said I had an idea on how to spend your days off?”

“Oh, yes. The surprise.”

“Well… I figured you could use a little rest from everything, so I made a reservation at a very nice hotel for the two of us to spend the weekend at.”

“You what?” Fred asked, a small smile starting to grace his lips.

“The portkey is set for our departure at 10 a.m. tomorrow.”

“But-”

“Nope. No buts,” you shook your head. “I have already packed our bags.”

“Y/N, doll, I don’t know what to say.”

“Tell me I’m amazing, the best thing that ever happened to you, an angel sent from heaven… Something humble like that.”

Fred chuckled, that contagious sound you missed hearing so much. “You’re amazing. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, a true angel sent from heaven.”

“I know! We’re gonna have so much fun,” you smiled excitedly, clasping your hands together.

“What exactly are your plans for us, though?” your boyfriend questioned, curiosity dripping from his lips.

“Oh, you’ll find out once we’re there.”

“The surprise doesn’t end here, I see.”

“Exactly. I have everything planned, baby.”

The look in Fred’s eyes seemed to indicate he had an idea of what you had planned, but he did not say a word about it. He would like to see the surprise reveal itself in the right moment. He wasn’t going to spoil your plans in any way.

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You always had your doubts when it came to ads, but this time you had to admit this was spot on. The hotel looked exactly like its pictures and descriptions.

“Mr. and Mrs. Weasley?” the receptionist asked as soon as you stepped in the lobby.

It was something so small, so simple, but it made your heart flutter and stomach fill with those restless butterflies. Mrs. Weasley. Were you ever going to become that? You wondered if Fred even noticed the little misunderstanding.

“Um,” you cleared your throat. “Actually, it’s just one Weasley. Fred Weasley. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

Your slight flustered manner didn’t go unnoticed by Fred. Despite the obvious nervousness, he thought it was rather cute. In fact, he liked to hear you be called that. Perhaps he should do something about it…

“Oh, I apologize. Mr. Weasley and Miss Y/L/N,” the receptionist corrected herself as she checked the reservation’s book. “You’re right on time, your room is ready for you. I just need your wands for ID confirmation before I give you your key.”

Both of you handed your wands to the young woman behind the desk and she did as she was supposed to. Sooner than you had anticipated, you were in the lovely suite you had reserved.

Fred placed the small handbag on the bed – blessed be the extension charm, that’s all you had to carry for that trip – and walked around the room curiously. You went straight for the big window and opened the curtains. There it was. The view you had seen on the ad and that had made you instantly choose this hotel.

“Fred,” you called softly, looking behind you. “Come see.”

Your boyfriend let go of the catalog on the nightstand and approached you, eyeing the outside in awe.

“Wow,” he breathed. “It’s beautiful.”

“Isn’t it?”

When making the reservation, you were met with the question: would you like a room with view to the street/village or to the beach? And you chose the beach, although the village was a lovely sight. Now, seeing Fred’s reaction, you were absolutely sure you had made the right choice.

The hotel was in a small village where both wizards and muggles lived. With a little help from magic, the wizards could go unnoticed and the muggles lived everyday life without a single clue of the existence of such peculiar neighbors. The beach was right behind the village, and your room being in the back of the hotel, you had a wonderful privileged view of nature’s beauty.

“Wanna go down there?” you asked.

“What’s in your plans?” he asked back, switching his gaze from the window to you.

“Beach,” you replied with a small smile. “Basically the entire day at the beach, lunch at a muggle restaurant down there too. But dinner here.”

“I’ll follow your script, doll.”

Fred placed his hand on your waist and pulled you closer, pressing his lips ever so gently on yours. You instantly let go of the curtains so you could run your fingers through his soft hair. The light fabric fell back to its place, covering the windows again and leaving the room a little darker than before. Fred’s gentle kiss wasn’t so gentle anymore.

No, not yet.

You broke the kiss and pulled back, biting your lip as you started to feel that you might not be able to wait until the right time for your surprise.

“I’m starving,” you whispered against his lips.

“Me too,” he pulled you closer again.

“Let’s go, then.” You managed to get out of his embrace and grab the handbag before heading to the bathroom to change into your bathing suit.

A hungry Fred was left standing by the big window.

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It had been hard.

It had been hard seeing you in so little clothing, dripping wet, skin glistening as droplets of water reflected the sunlight. But Fred managed.

All he had in his mind every time he saw you leaving the water was how he wanted to take you then and there. He had to distract himself from those thoughts, paying attention to what you were saying but not too much to your moving lips. He knew you had something planned and he was appreciative of how much effort you had put in this weekend for him. That was the only reason he wasn’t indulging to his not-so-pure thoughts.

Lunch was a good distraction too, specially since you had to convince a muggle child she had imagined it when she saw Fred stop his falling fork mid-air.

Now, as the two of you walked hand in hand back to the hotel, he wondered if he was going to be rewarded for the self-control test he had just passed. You were humming a song as you observed the houses, trying to guess which ones were muggles and which ones were wizards.

“What’s next?” he asked.

“Dinner!” you answered excitedly. “But, if I were you, I wouldn’t go overboard.”

“Why, if I may ask?” but Fred already suspected why.

“Well… there might be plans for after dinner as well.”

Fred held your hand tighter and pulled you towards the hotel in a faster pace. You chuckled, feeling the excitement grow bigger and bigger.

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“Dessert?” the waiter asked as he took the empty plates from your table.

“No, thank you,” Fred replied before you had the chance. “We’re calling it a night, aren’t we, sweetheart?”

“Actually,” you smirked at your boyfriend before looking at the waiter. “I’d like chocolate pudding, please.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

As soon as the waiter left, Fred gave you a look.

“What?” you asked nonchalantly.

“I thought you said we wouldn’t go overboard.”

“I’m not going overboard. I had a small plate,” you shrugged.

“Right,” Fred sighed, bouncing his leg under the table.

When your chocolate pudding came, you grabbed the spoon and took a small amount to your mouth. Fred watched your every move, arms crossed and brows slightly furrowed as he saw you slowly lick the spoon. You pretended you didn’t know he was watching, eyes on the tiny bowl in front of you, and you mouthed another spoon, unintentionally getting pudding all over your lips.

Your boyfriend gulped as he watched you run your thumb over your lower lip, getting rid of the chocolate there, and gently suck on it.

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N,” he mumbled.

“Hm?” you looked at him innocently.

“Just eat the damn thing.”

“You want some?” you raised the spoon at him.

“Yes, I want some.”

You felt your cheeks burn just a little bit with his remark, heart begin to race as the ideas for what you wanted to do to him tonight started to flood your mind.

“If you wait patiently, you might get what you want,” you teased, looking back at the bowl and already serving another spoon, which you quickly brought to your lips, licking all the content off of it.

Fred shook his head, one corner of his lips going upwards ever so slightly, eyes glued on you.

“You sure you don’t want to taste it?” you offered again, lips glistening as you cleaned them with your tongue.

“I will taste it,” his eyes pierced through your body and suddenly the hotel was too hot.

You had barely served the last spoon of pudding when Fred stood up and let the waiter know you were headed to the room.

“I haven’t finished yet,” you protested and he immediately took the last spoon from your hand and into his mouth.

“Now you have,” he said as he pulled you from the chair.

The way back to the suite felt much longer than it actually was, but as soon as you reached the door, Fred’s lips were on yours. You had trouble to get the key with your boyfriend’s hands all over you, pulling your body hard against his.

“Fred,” you breathed, stepping back. “There’s another surprise.”

Before he could say anything, you unlocked the door and went inside.

“Sit down,” you slowly pushed him to the bed. “And close your eyes.”

Fred complied with no protests, but you could see he was getting flustered, probably guessing what was coming.

You blew out most of the candles illuminating the room and left only a few to create the romantic atmosphere you wanted. You went to the bathroom and changed into the expensive lacy lingerie you had bought for this exact occasion. It was red, a color you had learned Fred was very fond of when it came to this kind of clothing, and had one small, delicate bow right between your breasts.

“Are your eyes closed?” you asked from the bathroom, hand on the doorknob.

“Yeah,” you heard in response.

“No peeking ‘til I tell you to,” you warned.

“…‘kay.”

You opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom. Fred was still sitting on the bed, one leg bouncing impatiently, and a slight frown between his eyebrows.

Slowly, you approached the bed and stood right in front of him.

“Open your eyes,” you whispered.

As soon as he did, Fred sucked in a shaky, quiet breath. He eyed you from head to toe, not hiding his astonishment.

“Baby,” he mumbled in a deep voice, already feeling his pants get a little too tight as his eyes still traveled through your entire figure.

“Do you like it?” you asked.

“Mm-hmm,” he nodded, biting his bottom lip.

“Good,” you smiled, placing your hands on each of his shoulders. “Now let me show you how proud I am to be your girlfriend.”

Your lips met Fred’s in a slow, deep kiss as you climbed the bed and straddled him, your arms thrown around his neck. Fred let out a soft moan when he felt your weight against his lap, his hands going up your back, fingertips sending shivers down your spine as they searched for the bra clasp. However, you stopped them and placed them back on your hips.

“Not so fast,” you whispered against his lips.

Before he could protest, you kissed him again, now pushing him all the way back to lay down on the bed. Hovering above him, you started pulling up his shirt, which he quickly got rid of for you. You chuckled. Maybe you weren’t the only one who had missed this.

Now that you had free access to his torso, you began to place soft, wet kisses on his neck, slowly moving down to his chest and stomach, painfully taking your time.

You could feel Fred’s breathing get deeper and deeper as you kissed his abs, working your way down to his pants. Once there, you stopped the kisses for a brief moment, so you could focus on getting rid of that piece of fabric. Again, Fred quickly helped you out until you were both just in your underwear.

The sight sent goosebumps through your body and you inevitably bit your lower lip. He was already so hard, you felt the anticipation building up inside you.

You decided to torture him for a little bit – just a little bit – and carried on with the kisses, not taking off his underwear quite yet. However, Fred’s impatience was growing and he didn’t think he would manage to wait for too long. His hand found your hair and he started stroking it, running his fingers through it, a disguised way to guide your head to where he needed you the most. You realized his intentions, but you did not stop him. You let him take you where he wanted and soon your lips found his still covered length.

“Shit, Y/N.”

You smirked.

Slowly, you started pulling down the last piece of clothing until you completely freed him. He was so beautiful. You still had a silly smile on your face as you ran your tongue all the way up from the base to the tip, where you placed a gentle kiss. Fred’s soft moan reached your ears, a beautiful sound that made you even more wet.

You took him in your mouth and started sucking the tip in a slow, teasing pace, while your hand loosely stroked him. You didn’t want him to cum yet. You wanted him to last. And you were going to make him last.

Fred’s hand never left your hair, and he began to slightly pull it, asking for more. He needed more.

“Y/N,” he moaned. “Y/N, please.”

You ignored him and kept going in that insanely slow pace, taking your time. What was the hurry?

You heard a low groan, and felt him move his hips against you. You stopped.

“Behave yourself, Weasley.”

“Baby… Please.”

You smirked again, giving him one last stroke, and you let go of him.

Fred looked at you in a way you hadn’t seen in a while. His eyes were dark, full of pure lust. But also desperation and discontent with the sudden lack of touch.

You crawled on the bed until your face was right above his, and you kissed him. It was a deep, passionate, hurried kiss between two people who were eager for each other. This time, you didn’t stop Fred’s hands from going up your back and unclasping your bra. He took it off and you quickly felt his left hand on your right breast, squeezing it. His right hand, however, was going up and down your side, sending shivers through your bare skin. He rested it on your waist for a little bit before going down to your ass and squeezing it tightly. You moaned against his lips, your own impatience growing.

You only stopped the kiss to get rid of your panties, the last piece of fabric separating you from him.

Fred watched as you got off of him and started to pull it down your smooth legs. He could feel his cock throbbing at the sight of your completely naked body. You were breathtakingly, heart-racingly beautiful. He loved the lingerie, he really did, but he loved your body a thousand times more. And he would never get tired of looking at it.

When you straddled him again, skin to skin now, he thought he would cum right then and there. You smiled at him, that beautiful smile that never changed, and kissed him one more time. Fred placed his hands on your waist, squeezing it gently, as if to encourage you. Not wasting another second, you guided his tip to your entrance and slowly sank down on him, allowing him to get all the way inside you, quite easily given how wet you were.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he moaned.

Letting out your own whimpers, you placed your hands on his chest and started riding him, still slowly, still teasingly. Fred’s moans soon turned into groans, complaints. He was getting tired of the teasing, he was already on edge. He couldn’t take it anymore. With a swift move, Fred shifted the both of you so now he was on top. He started thrusting into you, quite roughly, earning a loud approving moan from you.

“Fred,” you gasped, digging your nails into his shoulders.

He kept going, pounding harder and harder, moaning as he did so.

You started kissing his neck, biting, sucking, anything that would leave a mark.

“Yes, baby,” you cried out as he thrusted even deeper.

The bed was making a discreet creaking sound that you weren’t sure if the people in the other rooms could hear. You hoped not, but honestly? Right now you didn’t care. The sound of Fred’s heavy breaths, moans, groans and whimpers were all you were paying attention to. Beautiful sounds that had the power to shut down anything else in your mind.

The rhythm he had created was sending you to heaven with every motion. His lips soon found your own again and he kissed you as if he hadn’t done it just minutes before.

“Fuck, Y/N. I’m close.”

“Me too.”

As you felt your body tense, Fred came inside you with a low groan, slowing down just a tad bit. He kept thrusting, however, knowing you were about to reach your climax too. And not long after him, you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you, and your body relaxed completely.

Both of you were panting against each other’s neck, your arms still loosely around his shoulders as he slowly pulled out and collapsed on top of you.

Hugging him more tightly, you felt Fred leave small kisses on your neck, and you closed your eyes, enjoying the extra-tingly sensation. You started to run your fingernails up and down his back, the other hand caressing his hair.

If you concentrated hard enough, you could hear the waves crashing on the beach, the giggling of children playing down there, and the muffled music coming from the muggle restaurant. You felt so at ease.

After a long moment of peaceful, comforting silence, Fred looked up and smiled. “I love you so much.”

You smiled back. “I love you too.”

Not bad for round one.

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«Poetry is not a luxury»: Maya Angelou, Gwendolyn Brooks, Margaret Walker and poetry as resistance

«Poetry is not a luxury»[1], Audre Lorde said. Poetry is not a game, another amusement to dampen the boredom of a humdrum life but it’s a need, a necessity as instrument to the battle against oppression, to self-determination and to identitary resistance because «poetry is power»[2]. And this is as much true and confirmed when poetry becomes activism, when lyricism expresses, and thus bears witness, a discomfort and makes it universal, fathomable through the poetic language; when writing in verse is the only way to express ideas and makes sure they’re recognised in their own dignity, thus it’s necessary in order to save and let respected the existence of that human being who has thought it, in order to this existence can be recognised as such, can arise from oppression and systematic hate, can give voices to those whose lips were ripped off, such as women, for whom «[…] poetry […] is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we [women] predicate our hopes and dreams towards survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought»[3], so, poetry’s place where they can expresses opinions, needs, dreams, hope, in other words themselves, where the cultural system gives preference to other voices, wherein censorship is not official, i.e. perpetrated by an organisation or a law, but it’s cultural because it’s the culture that systematically chooses (a given social class) what creative expressions are more or less are in line with its own values or strengthen them. That’s why for centuries poetry (but also the whole literature) has been place wherein affirm ourselves and the individuality of our own identity, or express pride for a communitarian identity; as it was for women, who found in poetry an instruments they can express their real self through, getting out of the patriarchal control and out of the role they were bonded to by society and came less to the expectations of this one. In this way, women could so analyse her being woman, dreaming to choose who are and what to do, self-determinising and exploring their femininity beyond believes given by a certain historical moment; as it was for black community, wherein black poets could express the a beauty, the varieties, the complexity of their subculture, their traditions, history and so express the pride of being part of this ethnicity, fighting against racism and networking against the oppression perpetrated by a system that privileges white citizens (and more often men). These two concepts converge into the poetic experience of black women poets, for whom poetry became a place wherein speaking of their experience as women and black citizens, wherein they can exist and affirm their existence, «The white father told us: I think, therefore I am. The Black mother within each of us – the poet – whispers in our dreams: I feel, therefore I can be free. Poetry coins the language to express and charter this revolutionary demand, the implementation of that freedom»[4]. Let think of great poets like Maya Angelou, whose poems «often respond to matters like race and sex on a larger social and psychological scale»[5], or like Gwendolyn Brooks, whose poetry, especially the latest, is a political and civil poetry, taking as cultural reference heroes and subjects of the battle for liberation of black people (such as Winnie Mandela, wife to the anti-apartheid activist), but also like Margaret Walker who «through her work, she “[sang] a song for [her] people”, capturing their symbolic quest for liberation. When asked how she viewed her work, she responded, “The body of my work… springs from my interest in a historical point of view that is central to the development of black people as we approach the twenty first century”»[6].

1. Maya Angelou: I know why the caged bird sings

«The poignant beauty of Angelou’s writing enhances rather than masks the candid with which she addresses the racial crisis through which America was passing»[7]. That of Maya Angelou is a lively and melodic voice, her poems can talk even when there’s no human voice to give them sound, they have as mode,s the language of the intense, brave speeches of the great activist of the battle for black people’s rights like Malcolm X and Martin Luther King Jr. Angelou was able to bring together all temporal planes in her writing: both in her poetry and autobiographies, she managed to give voice to the last, to make it a new present, part of the hic te nunc of the existence in action and not anymore as something disappeared with time, but as something that is still here partly, that is still a being. A past that is personal, her life, her youth, her terrible traumas, the beauty of growing before as a girl than as a woman; a pat that is of her community, the troubled story of afroamericana and who that the lyrical I becomes a We, the collectivity becomes a person. The personal experience is thus an exemplum for the common one and becomes even global. The present meets the past, that of when a given poems was born, that of readers, of the poet, it’s the daily battle which becomes memory, it’s the journey to the self-determination in a place where is hostility but also the future, it’s the caged bird that sings and whose song is heard by the free birds, the future is a song overcoming its own time: «The caged bird sings/with a fearful trill/of things unknown/but longed for still/and his tune is heard/on the distant hill/for the caged bird/sings of freedom»[8]. “The caged bird”, dr, Maya Angelou’s favourite metaphor, taken from Paul Laurence Dunbar, famous afroamerican author, is a symbol for the inner freedom that wins ones the oppression of the external, is an eternal song that’s heard until now and if it’s clearly listened, one can hear the thousand of voice from the past and here we can find the beauty in Maya Angelou’s writing: the ability to speak through not one but a thousand of voices, voices of both the present and the past, giving relevance to the last ones, and consequently she was able to tell the future, to be understood by who’ll be after her.

2. Gwendolyn Brooks: writing poetry that will be meaningful

The poetic voice of Gwendolyn Brooks, the first afroamerican woman to win the Pulitzer Prize, is raw, bitter when the language gets filled with political and cultural meaning, when brings a message without forgetting the sweetness, the beauty of a poised, refined style. Worked, studied poems, perfect verse and rhymes, but also intense, hard, which don’t take away to be tough, to tell the truth on oppression, pain, on the battle to re-humanise her own identity in a culture where it was deprived of its otherness, of being an Other Ego, an Other Truth. This happens especially with the her most famous poem collection, In The Mecca, a turning point for Brooks’s poetics. «I want to write poems that will be non compromising. I don’t want to stop a concern with words doing good jobs, which has always been a concern of mine, but I want to write poems that will be meaningful […]»[9] and this was so. Brooks managed to delineate a world, give multiple meanings to the words she used, to the poems, to speak with the voice of her great gallery of characters. In her poems, there’s her Lyric I, but also her characters. Such a polyphony that only few, even among novelists, can make it in such little verbal marks. «The words, lines, and arrangements have been worked and worked and worked again into poised exactness: the unexpected apt metaphor, the mock-colloquial asides amid jewelled phrases, the half-ironic repetition – she knows it all»[10]. A poetry that can speak to its people, community, that hopes, fights for a future where Gwendolyn Brooks «[…] envisioned “the profound and frequent shaking of hands, which in Africa in so important. The shaking of hands in warmth and strength and union”»[11].

3. Margaret Walker: poetry as hope, poetry for the people

Margaret Walker’s poetics is the voice of a whole people, is culture that becomes creative work of a lonely person for the universality and becomes bringer of values. It’s the song of a choir, a choir for the last, of the story of slavery, of that community that still fights for the right to exist; it’s a choir that still sings and never stops to sing the lines of this wonderful poet.

One of the most loved and praised poem of Margaret Walker is “For My People”, which contains all the characteristics that made unique Walker’s poetry and it’s an excursus through the past and more recent history of US Black community, from the tragedy of slavery, to civil battles still fought nowadays in the heart of the New World; «poems in which the body and spirit of a great group of people are revealed with vigour and undeviating integrity»[12]. She uses as reference cultural elements of her community, recalls heroes, events that form that culture as vast as unheard by those who spit poison to not lose the position of privilege, and if this culture isn’t heard, then Margaret Walker addresses also to the deaf. She speaks to them as well, making universal a history that’s particular. Walker speak to everyone through her rhymes, she speaks to the humanity; her poetry talks about tragedies but is full of hope because she knows there will be always someone who still listen, fight, defend, doesn’t forget, «[…] the power of resilience presented in the poem is a hope Walker holds out not only to black people, but to all people […] “After all, it is the business of all writes to write about the human condition, and all humanity must be involved in both the writing and in the reading”»[13]

Viviana Rizzo

References

[1] LORDE, A., “Poetry Is Not a Luxury”, in Audre Lorde, Sister outsider, Trumansburg N.Y., Crossing Press, 1984, p. 371

[2] TODOROV, L’arte nella tempesta. L’avventura di poeti, scrittori e pittori nella Rivoluzione Russa, trans. ita. by Emanuele Lana, Milano, Garzanti S.r.l., 2017, p. 120 (iBooks)

[3] LORDE, A., “Poetry Is Not a Luxury”, in Audre Lorde, Sister outsider, p. 372

[4] Ibidem

[5] EDITORS, “Maya Angelou”, in Poetry Foundation, web, 2021, (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/maya-angelou, retrieved on 24th February 2021)

[6] EDITORS, “Margaret Walker”, in Poetry Foundation, web, 2021 (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/margaret-walker, retrieved on 24th February 2020).

[7] HOLST, W.A., “Review of A song Flung up to Heaven”, in Christian Century (giugno 2002), pp. 35-36, cit. in EDITORS, “Maya Angelou” in Poetry Foundation

[8] ANGELOU, M., The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou, New Work, Random House Inc., 1994, p. 194

[9] EDI TORS, “Gwendolyn Brooks”, Poetry Foundation, web, 2021 (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/gwendolyn-brooks consultato il 24 febbraio 2021)

[10] LITTLEJOHN, D., Black on White: A Critical Survey of Writing by American Negroes, New York, Grossman, 1966, p. 91, cit. in EDITORS, “Gwendolyn Brooks”, in Poetry Foundation

[11] EDITORS, “Gwendolyn Brooks”, in Poetry Foundation

[12] UNTERMEYER, L. “New Books in Review” in Yake Review, vol. XXXII, n. 2 (inverno 1934), p.371, cit. in EDITORS, “Margaret Walker”, in Poetry Foundation

[13] EDITORS, “Margaret Walker”, in Poetry Foundation

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